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Kurvi Goes Kollecting (Reality Alteration/MCTF)
🕑 Added 2023-10-18 17:00:06 +0000 UTCHey folks!
Okay, life's still being busy, but I'm doing my best to keep up with it. Hopefully things will settle down by next week (though I'll likely be taking that week to rest up and gather all my strength for getting back to writing, so probably no story then, sorry!)
For now, enjoy one last short with a friend's OC with an interesting powerset - and some art! Hope you enjoy, folks!
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The cosmos is a vast place, filled with wonders far beyond the imagination of any single being. The stories of millions of people, of all shapes and sizes, play out day after day across hundreds of planets scattered across a sea of darkness and twinkling lights. Right now, a pair of space cops are giving fierce chase down the intergalactic warp bridge, pursuing what they think is a lead on a dangerous criminal organisation, but is in fact a very nervous Meals On Space Wheels driver.
The delivery company isn’t destined to last much longer. The discovery of what the meals that driver actually contain is going to bankrupt them in three weeks, no matter how catchy their advertising slogans.
The officers who make the arrest won’t get the credit, though. Even now, the dragoness driving the car is distracted with thoughts about how she’ll actually manage to catch her elusive rival, a certain blue skinned cyber criminal who shall, in two weeks, humiliate the good officer and escape with yet another reputation boosting bounty.
The other is busy dreaming of their retirement in three days. A hypnobomb hidden in their locker back at the precinct will make sure she stops showing up for work even earlier than that. She should have been careful about what enemies she made over the course of her career.
The one who planted that bomb has already received payment, and is planning on using it to upgrade her cybernetic body. Perhaps some combat boosters are in order? Or some more weapon installations. It’s hard to stand out as the latest in a long line of combat drones, so she wants to make her choice count.
It won’t. She’s due to be replaced as soon as the next version of her rolls out, but someone’s already planning on using a coding exploit unique to her model to reprogram her and get themselves a loyal little maid drone. Her combat upgrades are destined to face no greater foe than dust on the upper shelves.
All of this will be irrelevant in a month’s time, when a star dragon is due to suddenly slide out of a surprise warp bubble, and the local cluster is driven into chaos as the people try to evacuate before they fall prey to her greed. It will be an interesting time, with many more interesting stories unfolding in the midst of the disaster.
But let us focus on something else. Let us take a look in on a threat that not even a society that deals with such dangers on the regular dares get within five systems of…
…
Once upon a time, the ancients had given rise to an empire that spanned the stars. Its structures linked between solar systems like stands of a spider’s web, their silken patterns enveloping every known galaxy. From the centre of the universe to the edges of unknown space, still burning with the fires of the big bang as they carved out reality from the bubble beyond, there was not a single atom that they did not lay claim upon.
They had been advanced, almost to the point of absurdity. A utopian culture, replete of resource and care. Their technology still couldn’t be replicated. Any piece of it discovered today was so beyond the modern day space faring society that its works may as well have been magic – and if it wasn’t contained carefully, it could upend the balance of power for the entire quadrant.
They had been on the precipice of ascension to a realm beyond the beyond. Knowledge and peace unending had been a mere hairs breadth away.
And then, they had made a mistake.
They created a God.
After that, the Ancients simply vanished from history. Why? How? Accounts vary. The evidence disagrees. And the only being that could clear the matter up frequently changes her mind…
From there, the legend only grows. The tales of a golden presence recorded in ancient myths from countless planets, stories that describe a being of indescribable power who could shape the earth and sky with but a simple statement, play out across centuries and millenia. All of them describing the same thing – a goddess hunting for something only she understood.
On a planet on the edge of the Wyvarian cluster, she found it.
Hoardia is a strange world, inhabited primarily by dragons, or at least it was originally. A female-only race, famed for their greedy and lascivious nature, they were a powerful but rather reclusive people… Until the day that the golden presence arrived.
In her, the dragons found a leader that understood their needs, and offered them the direction they had long been without. In them, the goddess found a group of like-minded fellows who desired the same lives as she. They clicked together instantly.
Descending upon their world, the goddess incarnated herself as one of their number, and took her place as their new Queen. And in the years that followed, a new era of prosperity dawned, as Hoardia became a planet dedicated entirely to pleasure and lust, a paradise resort beyond compare, where only the richest, horniest, luckiest walkers of the stars might one day get to visit.
Well. Perhaps that was how it all went. Or maybe it wasn’t. But it was what God Queen Kurvi said, when she had last she felt like telling the story. And what Kurvi said was true. Always.
And so now, even now, eons after the last Ancient vanished, perched on her throne in the heart of a pleasure empire that no one in the galaxy could compete with, attended hand and foot by slavishly devoted draconic maids, the God Queen sat content.
Or… almost content.
No, no, not quite even that. Something was irking her. Something just digging away at her, denying her the satisfaction that a creature of her kind should possess by right. The powers of the God Queen were omnipotent in all ways that mattered, and plenty that didn’t. So why, then, was she not at peace?
“This place…” Her voice broke the uneasy silence as her eyes snapped open, scanning her surroundings. “… It needs sprucing up.” Her lips curled up into a small, anticipating smile. “I think it may be time I did some shopping~”
Ah. The whim of the goddess had grasped her. Yes, this happened. Frequently, in fact. Or, more accurately, it could be said that it happened ‘all the goddamned time’. GodQueen Kurvi was a perfectionist, and a hedonist. Not only was it hard to satisfy her – but she’d never be satisfied for long.
Now the only question was how much damage would be done before she calmed down.
“Of course, your magnificence,” said her head attendant, always nearby to serve her goddess’s needs as desired. “Where would you like to shop today? A trip to Pacifica 6, perhaps? You could pick up some new mermaids for the aquarium. Or are you in the mood for something more glamourous? The fashion capital on Moda should be thriving about now – I’m sure you could find some delightful new subjects there.”
Kurvi shook her head, rising to her feet and stretching, showing off that her name was well earned. Her gold veils and glittering jewellery did little to hide her voluptuous figure, but did a fine job of contrasting against her black and red scales. On a world filled with lush and lustful dragonesses, their Queen was naturally one of the greatest on both counts.
“Hmm… Excellent suggestions, dear, but I think today I’m in the mood for some more exotic souvenirs.” Yes. That sounded like fun.
“Of course Mistress. I’ll make sure to have the baths heated and the kitchens ready for your return, should you desire either.”
The goddess smirked. “This is why you’re my favourite,” she said as she snapped her fingers, opening up a glowing portal in front of her, shining in gold. “Do make sure to have some polish on hand when I get back, too. I’m in the mood for some decorations…”
Her attendant bowed, and watched as her goddess departed, stepping forward through the golden light, long tail flicking behind her as she vanished through the portal to realms unknown…
…
“There you are!” Cerabella growled, flexing her arms, normal and hat both, as she squared up against the pest she’d been chasing. “This time I’m going to show these people exactly how you skin a cat!”
“Geeze, can’t a girl get a little cat-nap around here?” Miss Fortune sighed, landing on her feet in the middle of the street. “You’re really rumbling to get your butt kicked, huh propeller head?”
The crowds nearby quickly scattered, while the ones at a safe distance turned to watch the oncoming brawl. These little street spectacles had grown quite common of late, and since these two were some of the more restrained fighters of the current crop, they were generally considered quite fun to watch.
Perhaps that was why they attracted the attention of the dark-scaled dragoness, who paused to observe…
And it was an impressive show! Cerebella’s strength against Fortune’s agility and manoeuvrability. The cat dodged and danced and deconstructed herself around attacks that reduced paving slabs to dust and bent lampposts in half – it was clear that there was real talent on display!
At least, there was, until a polite clap split the air.
Everyone stopped, their attention drawn to the goddess as she stepped forward from the crowd – the people parting around her like a wave fleeing the beach. Even the two fighters found themselves halting, catching themselves mid-swing to see what this strange, captivating figure had to say.
“Very good!” Kurvi was smiling, allowing the pair a second clap before lowering her hands. “I can see you’ll both be worth my time.”
“Uh. Excuse me…” Fortune was the first to speak up, after exchanging a confused glance with Bella. “But we were kind of in the middle of something…”
“Yeah,” The green haired strong-woman nodded. “I was going to crush her.”
“Oh no, we can’t be having that.” The goddess shook her head, as though she was explaining something simple to a small and stupid child. “It’s a good thing I arrived in time to stop you. Let me see…”
She looked at Miss Fortune, taking a good long glance at the cat feral. “Hm, I definitely like you - but I just can’t think of the right pose at the moment. Go ahead and leave, and I'll find you when I've decided.” The goddess nodded – and then her eyes lit up as she had an idea. “In fact, think of a pose for me. Something to show off your best features. It’ll give you something to do.”
Cerabella raised an eyebrow at this strange dragon woman who’d just interrupted her fight. What the hell was her deal? Did she really think that they were going to stop just because she told them to? Like hell! She was a serious fighter, and she knew that Nadia Fortune, pain in the ass she might be, was just as relentless as she was when-
“Okay!” The green haired performer’s head shot around, her eyes wide as she saw Miss Fortune drop her stance and nod to the rude interloper, smiling brightly. “I’ll do my best to think of a good one for you!”
“See that you do, dear.” The dragon gave her a smile, and then, to Bella’s utter disbelief, Fortune simply turned and skipped away.
“H-Hey, wait, we weren’t done-!” Bella tried to reach out for her fleeing opponent – only for the woman in gold to put a hand on her shoulder, rooting her to the ground despite her great strength.
“Of course you were,” Kurvi told her, utterly oblivious to any reason why it wouldn’t be so. “But don’t worry, you may stay. I know exactly what to do with you.”
The dragoness leaned in, lowering herself to look Bella directly in the eye. The stunned fighter found herself gazing directly into pools of gold, surrounded by a sea of sapphire blue. “Tell me about yourself, dear.”
Oh. Well that was simple enough. “My name is Cassandra Veranos, though I often go by Cerabella,” Bella said, any reason why she shouldn’t vanishing from her brain. “I’m a performer for the Cirque des Cartes, and an agent of the Medici Mafia with my Living Weapon, Vice-Versa.”
Yes, that all sounded correct. A decent summary of herself, if she said so herself!
But then…
“Wrong.”
“Huh?” Bella felt the world lurch underneath her as she stared into those glittering gold eyes.
“You’re wrong,” Kurvi explained simply. “None of that was correct. But that’s understandable. Allow me to explain.”
N-none of it was right? Even her name? Then… Then who was she? She listened closely.
“You,” the goddess continued, her words ringing with authority, “are a lewd, brainless, big boobied jungle bimbo.”
Oh. Oh, of course. That made… Sense?
The former Bella’s brow wrinkled as she tried to work out how that could be true, but it was hard for a brainless jungle bimbo to use her brain like that. Especially when she was being distracted by her boobs swelling up under her top until they burst through the fabric, now at least twice the size of her head! She kept trying for a few seconds, at least, before just giving up with a giggle, any memory of her life outside the lush setting of leaves, tree trunks and canopies melting away into nothingness.
And Kurvi wasn’t done yet. “No need for that Living Weapon – or any clothing, in fact. Oh, except for those boots, those can stay.” The dragoness winked as the green haired bimbo’s clothes vanished, leaving her nude from the upper thigh up. “Show them off. Make a nice pose. You make a lovely painting, my dear.”
“Sure thing, Miss!” The bimbo nodded, her smile wide and stupid. The bliss of obeying the command would have overwhelmed any resistance – if there was any to be found. Without hesitation, she struck the best pose she could think of to show off her body – thinking wasn’t her strong point, but she definitely had enough lewdness to make up for that!
Well, naturally she did – with all her years living in the jungle, always finding fun places to pose for the world. She’d spent her whole life swinging around from vines, her tits popping out of her rags, her ass getting stuck between tree trunks, showing off how to be the perfect jungle bimbo. She still remembered the day she’d completely slipped out of the canopy and landed upside down on a branch, her legs in a perfect split – she’d stayed in that position for nearly a full day, only occasionally slipping to giggle at all the pretty colours and stars circling through her vision.
Yes, she remembered all of that clearly. Any why wouldn’t she? She’d never been anything else…
So she stretched one of her long, thicc legs up behind her until the heel of her boot was resting against the back of her head, wetness glistening proudly on display between her legs, big ol’ boobies jiggling happily from her chest as the jungle rustled around her. Her smile only grew wider as she felt the warm jungle sun bake her skin a nice bronzed tan, and the humid breeze whistle between her ears as she settled completely still…
… And stayed there, holding her pose without complaint. She’d hold it until… Until… Until! Yes, that was right, she decided as her bimbofied brain slid gently into mindless bliss, and the world around her shifted from realistic colours into pastel shades and tints. She’d hold this pose until that nice lady told her she was something else…
…
Kurvi grinned, looking down proudly at her latest creation. A painted portrait of a brainless, big boobed bimbo in a ridiculously moronic pose, her hips spread wide, happy and at home in the forest. It’s title, inscribed in the golden frame just beneath the art itself, was wonderfully apt: Jungle Clown.
“Lovely,” the goddess declared with a nod, before sliding the entire painting away into ether space. “That will help liven the place up a bit. But I can’t just stop at one. What else can I find out here…?”
She stepped away, still thinking – and vanished through another portal, moving on with her quest.
The gathered crowd blinked, released of the hold of her presence, and with a collective shrug, murmured and dispersed. None of them could really explain why they had felt compelled to watch a woman pick up a painting and leave. It didn’t seem like that noteworthy an event, in retrospect…
To be Continued...
Comments
Thea
AND Skullgirls, TOO
Thea
GAMERS LOVE REALITY ALTERING BIMBO MAKING BIG TITTY HAVING DRAGON MILFS!!!!!
Maze-Zarvex3
LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THATS MY GIRLLLLLLLL KURVI'S FINALLY HERE WOOOOOO
