50 Shades of Blue

The sanctuary of John’s temple had not shrunken, but it suddenly felt smaller to Zalla. Her gray thighs squeezed together in an **** defense.

“You can move around freely,” John finally replied.

Zalla only gave her surprise two beats before she sprang forward and past John, shooting for the door. She bashed the doors and, after being stunned by them not budging, pulled them inward. But the doors were locked by John’s will... mostly to keep his nosy summons from interfering.

John flinched as he watched the clumsy escape attempt but did not interfere. Zalla then looked around for some weapon, but her search turned to a frustrated anger at knowing she probably still couldn’t strike him dead before he got any ideas.

John faced her, and now she finally acknowledged his bobbing threat. She had thought it strange to have added a third, hidden appendage where the genitals so often were... but slowly she realized the nature of the weapon he carried.

He noted her anatomy as well: dark gray nipples that seemed too large for her cups of breast, a flat gray belly—bereft of any belly button, it suddenly dawned on John—and the tiny twat suggested by a few centimeters of cleft on the otherwise flawless pubic mound. She stood 6’7” without her armor, and she was too lean for the strength on her sheet.

ZALLA THE INSATIABLE
Level 19 Detective
HP: 820/820
MP: 401/401
XP: 11,920/13,550 (TP: 0)
Stats: Str 19 Agi 16 End 23 Int 36 Wis 24 Cha 19 Lib 59
Skills: Kul’tat Combat Style 9, Runesmith 3
Status Effects: None
Qualities: None
R/S: -103
A Dorani named Zalla the Insatiable who is native to the Vantage Kingdom. Once a lowly resident there, this 46-year-old’s only prestige was being a Lawman Keeper, though she also secretly learned some of the runes from a former lover. Zalla is a mother, but she has no relation with her daughter, Cante. Despite her low station, she was a sharp combatant, a contemplative investigator, and an intrepid (her superiors might say reckless) seeker of criminals.

“You should know that it’s a lost cause for someone like you... but that doesn’t matter to you, does it?” Zalla raised her guard: her arms held before her diagonally, with hands loosely closed into fists.

“I need you to know that I mean well and don’t mean you harm... and would you accept that just on my word?”

“Of course not! The company you keep-!”

“Then maybe if I show you some good will, you’ll change your mind,” the Gamer concluded with a shrug. “What better way than to give you something you’ve wanted for years?”

“I want only a few things right now.”

John approached her without fear, his hands outstretched. Her first blow, a whipping hammer strike with her knuckles bared, stopped short of John once again. He grabbed the offending hand far faster than Zalla was ready for-

You used Augment Body on Zalla. You tried to increase her clitoris, but she doesn’t have one!

“O-Oh... what’s the part of your body that’s supposed to be what’s stimulated to sexually please you?”

“Any part of the body, but especially the nana- what? Are you a child?”

“Where’s the ‘nana’ located?” John asked with a snicker.

Zalla withdrew her hand and shot her knee forward and up... and her pose froze there as it failed to land.

“Keep that pose and move as little as possible.”

“No-! The nana lines the entire inside of the labia.” Zalla gave a defeated whimper as words she didn’t mean to say continued to pour from her. The warrior stood with military discipline on her right leg; her balance was already part of her muscle memory, making the embarrassing, crotch-exposing pose easy to maintain.

“Labia, huh? I guess the Game translates what’s mostly comparable when it comes to stuff like anatomy...” John’s words trailed off as he ducked below Zalla’s field of view, triggering further panic as she felt his presence between her spread thighs. “Well, let’s see.” John pulled the tiny lips apart and marveled at the structure within: the Dorani’s vagina was a bright, almost sky blue everywhere except the outermost lips, and past those gray lips it seemed a mess of fleshy lobes pressed tightly together. Only by spreading them with his thumb could he see that these lined at least the visible depths of her genitals. If the Dorani are different every time, maybe this is just true for Zalla... though the “nana” must be their common word for the clit stand-in... John looked now for that mysterious organ and thought he found it: underneath the folds of her pussy, like a clear line between outer and inner vagina, was a muscular band of navy blue flesh. He gave it a probing rub.

“You won’t get away with any of this. If you don’t kill or release me now, I will find a way to break this hold you have!”

You used Augment Body on Zalla. Her nana has been increased by 50%.

Augment/Reduce Body is now level 10!
Augment/Reduce Body has become Shape the Body!

Shape the Body, Level 1, variable MP
Shape the Body: target a physical body part or organ of a person, either multiplying or dividing its size or mass based on the skill level and duration chosen: (A) [1 + (skill lvl x 0.5)] forever, (B) [2 + (skill lvl x 1)] for [skill lvl] hours, or (C) [5 + (skill lvl x 2)] for [skill lvl] rounds. Shape the Body can be used in combat but at 1/10th of its normal power. No matter the changes, the body adapts so the subject can survive the change; if such is impossible, Shape the Body fails. Casting Shape the Body costs 25mp if used at level 1, otherwise, 200mp per level of Shape the Body used.

John watched the donut of muscle inflate as Zalla inhaled sharply. “That is... strange. What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see how far I need to work you to bring you to orgasm.”

“What kind of sick **** is this-?”

You used Chance. The next spell or attack that can crit will.

CRIT! You used Augment Physiology on Zalla. Her body is now 105% more sensitive!

John gave her another probing rub. “Does that feel good?”

“Somewhat.” Zalla grunted in anger... and tried to focus on something else to get her through. “You clearly have the upper-hand here... so tell me: what does Golgon plan?”

“Really?”

“What?”

John rose with a bemused smirk. “Do people fall for that?”

“Yes.” The two stared at each other blankly before John reached forward and pinched her left nipple. She merely groaned in discomfort.

“Do these feed your young when you... oh...” John pulled his hand away and looked at the pale, near-blue milk that had excreted on his probing fingers. “Well, I hope this is milk.”

“It is, and how dare you!” Zalla shook in her fury as she tried to remain still. “This kind of insult will not be-!”

“Breast milk is an insult?” John didn’t hesitate to taste the product: it was potently sugary, almost too sweet to enjoy by itself, but otherwise tasted like a kind of citrus.

“Of course it is! Is the Plate so out of touch that they just... just maul each other for nourishment, stealing the stocks of the females?”

John narrowed his eyes. “You’re losing me... stocks? Explain.”

“What needs explaining?!”

“Basic Dorani anatomy, and the value of breast milk, I guess?”

Clumsily she tutored John: while male Dorani use excess to create and store their sexual fluids, female Dorani store excess energy and food in two stores on their body: first, whatever glands produced vaginal lubrication, and second, in Dorani who have ever been pregnant, breast milk. Breast milk was therefore as valuable to the mother as to the child; stealing it was equivalent to robbing one of some bit of their life energy, a transaction with ancient roots in Dorani culture.

“So that’s why Cidi kept staring at Tita... the whole time I thought she was just freaking out about her pregnancy or the size of her tits...”

“Can I... finally leave this pose?” Zalla was shivering now.

“Yes, but stand still and straight.” Zalla complied, and John leaned forward to take her fat nipple into his mouth.

“W-Wait, don’t you dare-!”

John sucked hard, yanking on the newly sensitive tit as he did so. Zalla shook and nearly screeched through her nose as her lips pressed thin. For his cruelty, John was awarded a mouthful of that life-giving energy.

Dorani milk heals you for 3HP, but you’re at full health.
Dorani milk restores 10MP, but you’re at full mana.

A pittance. But good to know.

“So you’re going to kill me after all, aren’t you.”

“No. Want to see something neat?”

“No, I don’t-”

Lactation aura activated.

Gentle leaks began dribbling down her unmolested breasts. “N... No! I’ll die! Stop this, please!”

“You won’t die. My aura makes it so it doesn’t drain from your actual health or- look, let me work, alright?”

You used Chance. Your next spell or attack that can crit will.

CRIT! You used Augment Physiology on Zalla. Her lactation increases by 105%.

The leaks became blossoming fountains of thin streams, and Zalla sobbed in confused despair. John roughly grabbed each tit and squeezed, eliciting a spray of the pale juice. “How does that feel?”

“Strange! Horrible! Pleasurable! Damn it!”

John let his mana tick up as he continued to **** his new minion. The earlier guilt of what he did had faded; a curious horniness took its place, and with it came a desire to help someone who had never known pleasure finally know it... regardless of her objection to him personally.

“Now should I go full bore, or...”

“What d-does Golgon intend while you’re h-here?”

“Still haven’t given up on that, huh...?”

“I’ll cooperate if you tell me.”

John glanced up at those narrow orange eyes. “If you don’t cooperate by the time I’m annoyed, then I’ll tell you.”

Zalla did her best to focus on the crime being committed instead of the vague sense of pleasure even this was producing.

You used Aphrodisiac on Zalla. She is now 1,800% more receptive to you for nine hours.

“Hhng-!” Her smoky flesh suddenly shook and jolted as she felt his mouth on her nipple in a new, unexplored way. He wasn’t doing anything perceivably different... but she felt a warmth spreading out and setting her head aflame as she tried to ignore it. Her face continued its blue blush as John let his hands explore the soldier.

“Let’s move to the bed.”

She complied, and John wasted little time. He guided her hips apart and placed himself between them, letting his erect cock rest its underbelly against her snatch where her clit would be were she human. He looked her body over hungrily; she panted and sighed at just the sensation of a hard meat pressed against her cooter. “What... what is this...?”

“What’s your favorite place to be touched?”

“M-My mouth... Peak preserve me, I can’t take much more...!”

“Kissing brings you the most pleasure?”

“Kissing is a bond... and I don’t want it now-!”

John crawled up his new woman, raising his head past her chest and only stopping once he resorted to rubbing his bare thigh against the **** slit. He felt a warmth there but not the sort of squirting moisture he had seen Miles get out of Cidi; that was John’s ultimate hope, and he rose his lips to her mouth just to see her turn to try and avoid him. He kissed the corner of her mouth; her heart fluttered, and a wet shot of her fluids moistened his leg. “Holy shit, you weren’t kidding...”

She sucked in her lips like a spoiled child refusing a meal.

“Let me kiss you however I want.” He scooped her right cheek in his hand and gently guided her to meet him. He barely caressed those deep blue lips with his, flicked his tongue across them... and was rewarded with a trembling spill from her nethers.

“N-No! Why with you... why does this feel...?” Her words were breathed hot against John’s lips, and he quieted them by probing her mouth. His tongue clumsily sought and danced with hers, pressing their mouths together in a greedy embrace. An alarming spray now coated John’s leg, and he wasted no time reaching down to cover his hand in the juices coating her sex.

He raised it to their faces... and sniffed the air in front of his mortified lover. It was wildly different from a human or elven smell: this viscous leakage had a scent almost like raw baker’s chocolate, and a lick of it confirmed why Fairy liked it: a sugar content, mixed with something salty, gave it the impression of a sea salted, dark chocolate bon-bon. It was a considerably nicer flavor than John normally got, and he plenty liked the regular.

John didn’t have to say any of that for Zalla’s eyes to well up in humiliation, however. “Are you happy...? I’ve never even... gotten to this state...”

“We’re not even close to done,” John happily growled. He joined his lips to hers again—gently, slowly, achingly—and continued to reach down and ring her nana and the first inch of her vaginal lobes with searching fingers. Despite his doubling of efforts, it was clear her mouth was her real spot; she moaned into his mouth and, despite all her bluster earlier, her tongue came out to play. John decided it was a good time to escalate... softly.

You used Aphrodisiac on Zalla. She is now 3,600% more receptive to you for nine hours.

Aphrodisiac is now level 10!

Another generous spray, from nipples and crotch alike, coated the bed in so many shades of blue. He pulled back to admire his work, and Zalla’s eyes remained too out of focus to complain. Her body was furiously hot and dark blue as cerulean blood flushed gray skin, her breaths were ****, and her eyes slowly found John’s. Her stimulated pussy was swollen and totally coated, though still probably too small to take John comfortably. John began to scoop the fluids up and rub Zalla’s body in them, earning another level of humbled moans; his touch was setting her body alight, and the vulgarity of rubbing her own vaginal lubrication and lactation into her skin was almost enough to knock her out.

But she was also too close to stop, now. The impossible was suddenly... suddenly... “Kiss me, you filthy terrorimph!” She had risen up in the bed and scooped John’s face up, and now it was her turn to hungrily kiss him. She rose up and guided John onto his back towards the other end of the bed. She straddled him, uncaringly letting his twitching cock poke and prod her pussy as she reveled in the building feeling she had only a few times dreamed of.

John was surprised by her dominant switch... but that didn’t stop him from enjoying himself. He continued to circle her breasts, her shoulders, and the lengths of her arms with her own fluids as they poured from her. She glistened beautiful in the pale light of the sanctuary, and he was eager to consummate the branding. He reached down and held his cock until he felt it part small, fat lips to tease the tunnel beyond. Only now did Zalla show hesitation... and it was a confused, **** one. She mewled and whimpered as she tried to get John in, and her height kept her from meeting his mouth with hers.

She panted, hungry for him... so much so that a trail of drool slowly dropped from her open mouth. It was as viscous a lubricant as her nethers’; it tasted like her breath. “D-Don’t look... at me when...” She closed her mouth with what will she had left and audibly swallowed the excess spit in her mouth. Still, small trails painted her lips and chin. “This isn’t... fair... why you...?”

“Because I’m cheating,” John confessed, “but I figure that’s the best way to get you to be happy.”

John reached up to squeeze blinding splurts of sky-colored milk down on his face and shoulders. He scooped up a fair amount of it and molested Zalla’s bald head, ending with both his thumbs in her sucking mouth. He pushed her down slightly from there... and felt his head lock into her nana.

“Mmm!” she moaned through her nose as she drooled and sucked. She wiggled her bum, but that only shook him deeper in. He was large, easily as large as her only “big” experience, though that still didn’t mean it was enough to please her. But here... with him... Her cum squirted out in tight, omnidirectional sprays as it tried to escape from the seal John’s cock made, and the built-up fluids threatened to keep him out.

“Jesus, do you girls... always squirt this much...?”

“N-Nyo... I shoul bhe ded... ooooh...” came the half-moaned explanation through the thumbs in her mouth. She reached down to John’s cock and tried to gauge just what was going on... and she was obviously alarmed at the liquid pressure of her squirt. “Y-Yerh tewh biguh!”

“Nonsense... watch...” John grabbed her hips in anticipation.

You used Shape the Body. Your cock is now seven times smaller for one round.

His hands slammed her down on the pathetic cock he had for the next five seconds. Shrunk down to less than two inches, if it wasn’t steel-hard, it probably would’ve fallen out; the torrential downpour from the tunnel it occupied didn’t help, and soon she was rocking her hips in confusion. He missed! It was the only explanation, but then where did-?

“Whatever happens,” John whispered, “I promise I can heal it.”

“What-?”

The shrinkage passed.

“WHAT-?!”

John’s cock inflated, elongated, and filled the only available space to do it... deeper and deeper into the massaging, bizarre birth canal of his Dorani ****. Every sensual nub pressed against the engorging head in protest, but it continued its journey. John’s grunts became soft moans as he felt them caress and pass over his dick as it grew, and the sheath was soon taut around him.

“No- no- no-! Aaaooooh!” John’s cock filled her so thoroughly that a soft bump formed on her belly. She leaned limply forward until, now fully joined, her drooling mouth once again found John. She cradled and caressed his cheeks as she softly kissed him between ragged, quickening breaths. “This is... this is so much, and I feel so full... I... I can’t release this much fluid, it’s... it’s more than I could’ve had...!”

A thought occurred to John. Well, my summons don’t need food or water to live or excrete so... maybe you always have what a Dorani could hold if she was... satisfied? But he too was feeling it, and so he reflected this wondering by returning her yearning kiss.

Her thighs gyrated; a hiss of squirt occasionally escaped; she was getting close... closer than she ever dreamed. “I’m... I’m almost...”

Time for the finisher then. John kissed her ferociously as he activated Chance to make the next spell crit. He bit her lip and pulled the trigger.

CRIT! You used Aphrodisiac on Zalla. She’s now 18,000% more receptive to you for one minute.

A white noise... a shake of her body... and a rapture that made her back arch until its near-breaking point. Her toes curled, the bulge of her belly suddenly surged, and her nipples painted the walls around the bed as her tongue stabbed the air and her big orange eyes crossed in mindless, overwhelming, shocking...

... climax.

“Aaaaah! Aah-aah— AAAAAAAH!” Her voice was a **** screech as she felt it for the first time... and felt it beyond any mortal means. Her years of spite and doubt and hopeless surrender were melted into a pot of waste; she was feeling it, more than any of her kind ever had, and no ****, legal or otherwise, ever let her achieve this kind of sheer, animal joy.

Her voice did not grow more coherent, but it was smothered as John pulled her back to him, hugged her slick body to his, and softly kissed her again. The tenderness tapped nerves nearly shot from being overwhelmed... and Zalla came again. Her bulge continued to grow, and now her cum was shooting in generous sprays from all around the seal of her labia around his cock. He kept her pinned down, lest she blast off like a rocket; he wasn’t done, after all. The massaging of her vaginal bulbs, the seemingly generous depths of her pussy without a cervix in sight, and the constant crushing pressure of her lubricant all around him... but more than that, somehow... were her barely audible whispers. She was crying. She was trying to say something but couldn’t stop moaning and fucking John. Her hips would rise, leaking her juices as she did so; they would shoot out under pressure as she **** him back in. The feeling of his rigid shaft dragging across her stretched nana was suddenly an exhilarating experience... as it was meant to be. As it never had been before.

The previous seconds of continuous orgasms ticked by, and Zalla was a burning rod hugged to her criminal captor. He seemed intent to fuck her; she longed now to be fucked until her last breath, so long as it was by him.

Then the spell wore off.

She had enough sense now... and in the warm glow of her chains of orgasms, she could finally appreciate what she had been missing... painfully so, now that her body had returned to mere discomfort by sexual occupancy. Tears were rolling down her face as she sobbed against his kisses... “Thank you...” It was wrought with conflict; he was still her enemy, she still had to kill him somehow... and the tragedy of it, after feeling the fire of his touch, broke her into tears.

“I’m coming,” John grunted, “I’m coming-!”

Zalla managed only a confused whimper... and then felt his seed further drown her sopping reproductive system. She sighed as her body released its own aphrodisiacs and hormones as she felt viable sperm of another enter her horn-like wombs. She had four of them, though of course that was a vestigial mutation; almost no one was ever fortunate to have more than one of their wombs successfully seeded in Vantage, given the population control.

But they were not in Vantage… and dormant bulbs, each with ovum held in stasis, waited for the oncoming DNA.

His cock continued to puke potent seed into her, and her fluids were activated by a natural magic for one goal: to nurture and carry the sperm to their destinations. Dorani were born omnibreeders, and the trait had not been bred out by population control; it was that generous reproductive system that justified their early efforts to find new worlds, lest they consume theirs, before they eventually came to such high-minded concepts as resource management and family planning. But Zalla wasn’t worrying about any of this; sure, she had only one child, and so of course she likely had quite a few eggs waiting to be fertilized, each one preserved until she eventually entered the menopause of her people around the age of 110. But they were on the Plate; nothing would seed on the Plate. Even if they weren’t, no fertile periods were scheduled on the Eighth or Ninth Disks. She was, in short, completely safe.

“So... what do you think?” John sighed with relief.

“I... I think... you... need to get away from... them...” John sighed halfway through her gasped explanation. “... before... anyone knows what... you did...”

“Why’s that?”

Zalla kept her lips sloppily pressed against his as she spoke. “So I can... get you up to the Eighth and... tie you to… the bed, you... wretched… monster.” John chuckled at that, but it didn’t seem she was completely joking.

R/S: +104

Whoa! Well... we’ll see how she feels once she catches her breath.

She began to weep, and John’s heart sank as he tried to rub and console her. “H-Hey, what’s…” Did he dare ask? In the pause between the heights of his lust, John began to second-guess her answers to his plot.

“I-I… I just never thought I’d… and with... Peak preserve me, you’re a Dorsin, aren’t you?” Dread filled her voice even now.

Well, that was fast… “Nope: human. Just human.”

“I bet your real form is...” Zalla let her shiny, moist head flop against his chest as she tried to corkscrew herself off his still-erect cock. “... I bet your real form is... hideous.”

“Hey!”

“It would be such a terrible poem… to finally find this in… some ugly mistake…” She returned his embrace as she cried, leaving the Gamer slightly confused… but optimistic.

John softly patted her head… and noticed a new entry on her character sheet.

Status Effect: Vatuo’sha

Curious, he tapped over her head. “Vatuo’sha?”

“Vatuo… huh. Hah… a scholar to boot…”

“Why do you say that?” John quietly read the information as she answered.

“No one uses the old... tongue anymore.”

Vatuo’sha: Female Dorani racial active skill. Automatically activates when viable sperm of any sentient species is detected within the vagina and/or wombs. The body’s chemicals are magically enchanted to protect and deliver the sperm to waiting ovum throughout the wombs. The magical effect only ends once every available ovum is fertilized. It is more intense the longer the Dorani went without having it activated.

“Wombs? Plural? And how many eggs do you have at one time?”

“Were you raised under a-hnngh!”

FERTILIZED.

Zalla’s hand lowered to the sloshing bulge still trapped inside her by the cock pinned in her pussy. She knew this feeling… this change that racked her body with that familiar glow. Her breasts and milk production surged in size without any influence from John, and she whined as she tried to make sense of it. “H-How? That’s… is this more of your-aah!”

FERTILIZED.

Another… another took? Zalla was convinced: like every other unexplainable sensation she had felt in the last few minutes, this was more of her captor’s work. “Cease this trickery!”

“You’re, um, fertilized… twice,” John slowly replied, “so how many do you-?”

FERTILIZED.

“Hnnngh! No… oh… oh… it feels so…!”

FERTILIZED.

The sperm consumed by the last womb continued to be carried on… for that womb was meant to house twins.

“S-Stop, it’s… it’s impossible! The Peak decreed that none on the Plate s-should bear-!”

“You’re not on the Plate, Zalla! I’ve been telling you that!”

Zalla looked at John with wide, baffled eyes… and winced again as her body convulsed.

FERTILIZED.

“You’re… you’re deceiving… me…!” With a grunt, Zalla finally freed her pussy from John’s cock with an audible pop… and except for a bit of her own excess, not a single drop of John came out. She looked down as she stood up on all fours… and let anxiety slowly sweep her up to its hearty bosom. “Come out… please…!” She shook her ass, she spread her thighs, and eventually she squatted on her knees and head as her moist fingers tried desperately to dig out something from her cunny… but she found nothing. “No… i-if it stays in, I’ll really get pregn… that was… five?! I can’t give birth to five more kids! I can barely afford my… oh no, please! Stop this!” Zalla pled and moaned as she continued to try and spread her pussy wide enough to let something leak out, but John’s seed had already been totally absorbed by her hungry wombs.

John didn’t have to think twice on it… but he did have one problem.

You tried to acquire ovum from Zalla, but doing so would injure Zalla. Acquisition cancelled.

“What? Already-?”

Zalla felt the orbs squeezing deeper into the nurturing pores of her wombs; once they were through, virtually nothing would get them out. She tried to focus on keeping them out, on somehow controlling those near-useless inner-muscles… but all she could manage was only a hopeless, straining, wail.

Zalla has become pregnant.
Zalla has become pregnant.
Zalla has become pregnant.
Zalla has become pregnant.
Zalla has become pregnant.
Zalla is no longer in a state of Vatuo’sha.

“Aah…. aaaah!” Zalla threw her head back as her breasts sprayed John anew, leaving John to wonder...