Lord Of Domination

I was a brigand. An outlaw, murderer, , killer. I had a lot stacked against me, to say the least. The year was 2417, and humanity had managed to get beyond their own solar system and spread out. We were nowhere near galactic domination, and we still had to terraform most planets that were even possible to use.

There were many great things that had advanced, weapons included, but one of the most important genetics. Humanity had gone far enough for them to genetically modify other humans for different scenarios. One such thing was Tauros, another was deer folk, another was horse folk and bunny folk. It just went on and on. It was a lot.

Me? I personally loved being a Tauros my whole life. I loved the sensations that it gave me. The feeling of strength and power, but above all else, the feelings of domination that i had over others. Especially women. I loved it when I broke them down into broken little sluts who just kept begging me to use and them again, to breed them before milking them like cattle. I honestly couldn't get enough of the sensation. Though the ones who were too broken had to be let loose, either simply tossed away to die when their functions ceased, or just tossed to the men for their own pleasure. I didn't care too much. There were always new women in stock, and there always would be. And if there weren't? I’d simply make more women.

Unfortunately, the high life didn't live long with me, as soon enough we started facing more resistance.

Let me explain. I live on a small colonization planet. I had grown up with my mother and sister, simply working. We had been chosen by a group who wanted volunteers to start working on the world. Naturally, it had some benefits to it, and since Earth had long since begun to dry up from any sort of use, or any sort of benefits for humans, we jumped at the chance.

They gave us many different options, specifically with the treatments that we would want to go through. My mother chose to go through the Horse-folk treatment, gaining plentiful strength and dexterity, but losing some of her intelligence as a common side effect. My sister, on the other hand, chose to go through the Sheeple treatment, growing wool, horns, and becoming an adorable little thing to even be near.

Me? I chose the Taurus treatment. I wanted strength in this world, mostly to help out on the farm, and the Taurus treatment seemed to be the best option out there. I didn't find out till much later that both A) I had gotten incredibly lucky as it is an incredibly rare process to go through, and B) It would serve me in ways I couldn't even think of.

But back to it. I had gone through the treatment and came out much better for it. And as the months passed, before turning to years, I found myself enjoying life. I lived a simple one, that's for sure, but it was a good life.

But just like how life throws me a lovely few years, it then stole it away from me and plopped my ass into hell.

We were found out a few years after arriving before pirates came.

I remember the terror I felt on that day, watching their ships loom over our world menacingly before dozens of transport ships moved down and touched base on the surface. The sheriff of the town had actually gone to face them, but he was quickly killed along with just about everyone. At least, everyone male.

I remember them come to my farm, holding me and my family down at gunpoint before my mother and sister in front of me. I remember their screams as they begged me for help, as they begged them to stop before they began to beg them to continue. I remember it all, etched deeply into my mind. But most importantly, I remember the massive hard-on that I was given by both the actions in front of me, but also the leader of the pirates. A woman with long silver hair, ruby red lipstick, and ice-cold red eyes.

She was almost a thing of legend with her beauty, but she seemed far more well known for her cruelty.

I don't know why, Hell I probably repressed the memory, but she chose me. Part of me thinks that she chose me because of my transformation, but I get the feeling that isn't correct.

I joined them, leading a life of piracy around the galaxy, and it was very much so a high life.

But it wasn't all good. I remember the battle that she died. Railgun shot to the head, real quick, painless for her. Couldn't say the same for me. I became broken. We couldn't do much at the time, so we just let her die. Though not before taking massive amounts of tissue samples. I smiled. Every single one of the men who worked under her had wanted to pounce her and her the day they set eyes on her, only her own terror-inducing actions, and mine kept them away.

I just laughed, remembering all the little things that came out of being the captain’s boyfriend. Or as Jones would call it, “Being the old hags bitch” I missed him most of all. A trooper till the end. He had pushed through a hell of a lot.

“Are you even listening?” The judge shouted out, bringing me out of my reminiscing. Oh yea, I was on trial. I thought to myself, more than a little annoyed with him.

“Yes, I am. “I responded, annoyed but not wanting to deal with that either. He backed off but still kept an annoyed glare on me most of the time.

“You are being charged with twenty-seven counts of , and fourteen counts of ,” He says, his brows furrowing towards the end.

“How do you plead.” He asked, his face barely containing the disgust that burned in his eyes.

I just chuckled before responding “Clearly guilty, I mean I even left the tapes out for you to find.” I really had, even going so far as to write a contract with my signature saying that I was responsible. But it was still so hard for them to even get to me. It took me a full damn phone called to the police forces, telling them exactly where I was, for them to actually capture me. I had expected them to be surprised by my words.

Though the reaction was far more tame than I had thought it would be. I wanted there to be gasps, horrified reactions, but honestly. The reporters just stared on, ever working on their cameras.

“Hmph. Very well. As you have Pleaded guilty, I will go ahead and make judgement. by electrocution.” He slammed his gavel down, leaving me fine and dandy.

By now, they had strapped me to a chair, with a helmet right on my head. The helmet might have once looked ridiculous on me, attempting to fit it around my horns, but they had long since taken away my treatments. It was honestly devastating for me, after being like that for so long it took me a while to be human again. As they strapped me in, blabbering on about something, I just kept to my thoughts

I couldn't wait. I smiled to myself. I could finally die.

What. I felt my smile falter. WHAT. I felt it again.

As if broken out of a fog, I felt the reality of what had just happened drop down on me like a meteor.

I~

I couldn't think for a while, my whole world turned white as if tossed into the sun before it turned dark.

I woke up to find myself sitting on top of a large obsidian altar. I tried to see it clearly, but fogs blocked my sight and my path. I couldn't see anything, but as I squinted, I head an ethereal and deep voice speak out in front of me, “Choose” before dissipating. I only caught a glimpse, of a tall white man with silver robes and a white long beard. As soon as he had spoken, the mists parted slightly, showing me seven stairways, each leading to their own altar.

What the fuck is going on right now? I couldn't help but think, wondering what type of hell I had entered. But as time passed, and nothing seemed to change, I decided to hop off my ass, and take a random stairway. Better than doing nothing. I thought while walking towards the furthest right pathway.

As I grew closer, I could feel my eyes slowly glossing over becoming glassy, and clouds entering as what I thought was an altar, was revealed to actually be a throne. It was made of the darkest obsidian I had ever seen, mixed together intricately with gold and diamonds to become one of the most beautiful masterpieces I'd ever witnessed. Along the obsidian, I could see a multitude of murals about several civilizations etched into it. And on top of the throne, I could see a single golden crown. I reached out to touch it, and as I did so I could feel strength take my body, will, and purpose fill my mind. And as I put it on, I could feel might and power radiate from me like light from the sun. But once I sat on the throne, I felt something I hadn't in a very long time.

I felt my body change again. My muscles increased, my feet ripping apart and being replaced with my beloved hooves of a past life, my body growing larger and heavier, but while I expected the throne to crumble under my weight, I saw that it had actually grown with me. I felt the small pains of my horns growing out again, but I ignored it. I felt my entire body change, becoming power incarnate once more.

Just as I was appreciating the power, I stopped and began to struggle as I felt a branding upon my arm. My body was unable to move as I could only watch as an orange pentagram began to glow on my body, slowly being carved out with a burning blade. It was as long and painful as it was intricate, being a full circle with a pentagram inside, and inside that were several more pentagrams. Once it finished though, I saw it go from its glowing orange to a dark black that blended nicely into my new fur.

I felt myself breathe, my mind calming my body, and my sight rapidly becoming lost as the glassy film left it and they became lidded once more, leaving me alone to my sleep, with only a whispering in the back of my mind speaking, "Go on to this new world. Build for me. Craft it in my name."