Swipe right and keep going

Being stinkin' rich and living in luxury is cool, but you're greedy, so you see what else is on.

As you swipe right the first time, your company headquarters is already completed, and instead there is a gilded statue being unveiled at its courtyard - not of yourself, but a depiction of planet Earth, with olive branches and doves in flight surrounding it.

The secretary-general of the United Nations is in the process of handing you a congratulatory medal for your contributions to the ongoing world peace.

This isn't quote your style, so you swipe right again. This time the building you're standing in front of is even larger than before, and you're just arriving home in a limousine after a long day of work as the first President of Earth.

You know that your husband Dan is eagerly waiting for you at the poolside for some Friday margaritas and a round of steamy sex in the confines of your palace.

This, too, is insufficient to you. Dangnabbit, peace, prosperity and democracy are so overrated! You only want power!

As you swipe right once more, you find not only your surroundings, but yourself, and your entire planet changed. Now you are Queen Sophie the Deviant, the unquestioned monarch of planet K'Pau. Your riches are beyond what any mortal could ever dream to possess. Your hordes of concubines await with their rock-hard dicks for a chance to even lay their eyes on you. Your fleets of starships conquer a new planet under your command every week.

Not only that, but now you're no longer a catgirl, but a full-fledged furry, and an astoundingly hot-bodied one at that. If you broke an egg over your abs, it'd probably fry. Your boobs are like two footballs, except much softer, and your fur glistens in daylight from an abundance of taurine.

This is more like it, you think. You're laying down on a sunbed in your courtyard, being fanned by a servant while watching your concubines play some naked ballgame which you're sure you'll soon remember the name of.

Sophie: "Holy fuck, the queen of a galaxy! Now this is more like it. I'm still a bit hungry though..."

You turn to the servant fanning you, deciding you can go for a minute or two without being fanned manually, but that's all.

Sophie: "You, get me a snack, alright? You know what I like."

Servant: "Yes, Your Highness!"

The servant salutes and runs off towards a food stall installed nearby for your personal use. The servant picks out a bowl of assorted fruit gummies and a can of K'Pauan-analogue-wildebeest milk. He brings them over on a platter and settles back in to resume fanning.

Meanwhile you keep watching the concubines play their game, which isn't exactly an erotic one, but they're all so hot that you get turned on anyway. You brazenly stick a paw down your panties.

Sophie: "Hehe, the best part about being a Queen is that I get to masturbate as much as I want, and nobody can stop me!"

The concubines seem overjoyed that you're masturbating to the sight of their frolicking. They consider it a great honor, and many pop boners in response, and consequently start to miss their shots as blood rushes away from their brains.

You let out a couple giggles at the concubines' onset incompetence and mastubate harder as you open the can of milk and take a couple sips, letting a streak of milk cascade sexily down your voluptuous body. You play with one of your extra-soft breasts as well, knowing you must be turning on the fanning servant just as much as, if not more than, the concubines.

Sophie: "Ahhh, fuck yes... keep it up everyone! The MVP on the winning team gets to fuck me!"

The players go into a frenzy over this promise, as likely as it is to be an empty one. You are known among your servants as capricious at best. What was previously a ball game soon regresses into a fist fight. It's quite amusing to watch people fawn over you like so.

Your Minister of Finances arrives for his daily debriefing. You always enjoy hearing him as he's brought nothing but good news lately, so you order the game to be paused for a while.

Minister of Finances: "Good news as always, Your Highness. We've extracted another asteroid from a faraway star system containing vast amounts of gold and platinum. These should allow us to bring the information network of the empire's fourth quadrant up to speed."

The minister briefly flips onto another page.

Minister of Finances: "And, I do believe we're having to expand Your Highness's treasury by yet another artificial moon."

Sophie: "Another treasury moon already? You've been busy, mrow. This pleases me greatly."

Minister of Finances: "We've been thinking of naming it 'Sokratz' in honor of your daughter. What does Your Highness think?"

Sophie: "Hmm, maybe for the next one. I had a naming convention going on here. Since the previous moon was called Sophie's Left Titty, this one should be Sophie's Right Titty. That's also indicative of how tantalizing it will be to anyone who knows what it's being used for. Oh, fuck... Ahhhh!"

You reach an orgasm in the middle of the conversation, moaning and panting shamelessly, until it starts to wind down and you lean back again.

Minister of Finances: "Very good, Your Highness."

The minister writes the new name into his notes and then walks away, presumably to the People's Citadel where the ministers work. You give the signal for the game, or what's left of it, to continue. The players immediately dogpile on one another again, barely even taking notice of the ball.

Nevertheless, the game's time eventually runs out, and an MVP from the winning team is declared. He's a considerably muscular and hung man, still heaving from the exertion of the game. Normally you would've used a technicality and said that you promised to fuck them, but didn't say exactly when, and then just postpone it indefinitely. However, this one's a keeper.

Sophie: "That was an awesome game, you all look especially hot when you start fighting like that. Just make sure not to hurt each other too much! The royal lab cats are getting bored of mending your scars every other month."

You motion for the MVP to come over and spread your legs for him. The rest of the players, amiss of anything else to do, quickly form an orgy in the middle of the field.

The MVP straddles you, his barbed cock painfully erect. As he pushes in, you can feel the spikes sliding in smoothly, keenly aware that they'll sting like hell on their way out. That's just the way K'Pauans like it - their vaginal and intestinal walls are extremely resilient and contain extra nerve endings. Some have been known to masturbate with a wooden bat wrapped in barbed wire.

As he starts to pump, the barbs of his cock spread out like a broken umbrella, gouging your insides wonderfully.

Sophie: "Ahhh, yeah, so hard and so fucking sharp! Don't you dare stop!"

You grab onto your concubine and pull him in a little closer, helping him to thrust inside you as deeply as possible. You let out several passionate meows and yowls as you have sex, until you eventually cry out in pleasure with your orgasm. Taking advantage of your lack of refractory period, you keep going.

This isn't a particularly virile concubine, so he only manages to blow his load five times before running out of steam. By the end of it, your vag is sore as hell and your crotch and legs are all caked with cum. The MVP, knowing your preferences for this, dutifully begins to lick you clean. He first systematically cleans off both legs, and then your insides as far as his coarse tongue can reach. You see his arms wobbling pathetically as he's close to done.

Finally as he finishes, he collapses onto the tiled floor out of exhaustion. Not a single word of denial from his Queen, what an achievement! He'd be lauded as a certified stud despite his poor endurance.

You lie back and relax, watching the other concubines have their orgy while the MVP cleans every bit of semen off your body.

Sophie: "Damn, I love being Queen Sophie the Deviant... could my life possibly be any better than this?"

Just out of curiosity, you lift up your tail and swipe right one last time. Suddenly, you find yourself in space, or rather, some kind of a space-themed room. All around you, you see planets, most of them Earth, but a few distant ones are distinctly different, and many of the planets have strange features such as footprints, craters or suspiciously white oceans.

In front of you is another Sophie. She looks identical to the way you looked yesterday, back when you were still just an ordinary human, but she exudes an aura of some kind. Unlike you, she looks like she knows what's happening.

Goddess!Sophie: "Had fun, didcha?"

Sophie: "Are you me? What's going on, who are we?"

Goddess!Sophie: "Oh! You must be a new strain. I'll explain to you what's going on. Follow along."

The other Sophie slowly strides away, moving as if walking on a floor even though there's nothing of the sort around. After a moment of trying, you manage to match this feat and follow her.

Goddess!Sophie: "We're both Time Goddesses, and this is our domain, the Astral Plane! Here we are free from the confines of linear time, and can remember all our previous lives. And before you ask, no, I've not 'assumed a form you're familiar with', though admittedly I would be self-centered enough to consider myself to be a familiar form. We are both Goddesses by birthright, in fact I'd go as far as to say that we're the same person."

Sophie leans in to inspect an Earth, twiddles with a floating virtual control panel underneath it and carries on.

Goddess!Sophie: "Your timeline just had an 'Ending'. Now you may choose a new place in time to insert yourself, to create a new timeline. You won't remember anything until you return back here, though. From your point of view, it'll be like you'd lived your whole life normally up to that point."

Sophie: "Huh. Can I stay up here for a while instead? It looks pretty fancy."

Goddess!Sophie: "But of course! Mi casa es su casa. There's never a rush for us Time Goddesses, so stay as long as you like! Grab a beer from the fridge and we'll go watch porn."

Sophie: "Now this is my best life."

ENDING 94 -Astral Plane Holiday-