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[spoiler=Obsession Across Dimension (7500 words)]<<www.furaffinity.net/view/31389751/|Obsession Across Dimension>>
By <<www.furaffinity.net/user/princesslil/|Princess_Lil>>
For <<www.furaffinity.net/user/chesshire88/|Chess>>

A poisoned bolt crashed into the wall behind Chess. The cover of the tipped over shelf was the only thing keeping the woman trying to kill her from easily accomplishing her goal.

“Who even are you!?” Chess whined - though rightfully so. She didn't recognize the short-haired huntress who tried to ambush her with a knife in the back. Had Chess been without a shielding ward, the dagger would've struck true, and Chess wouldn't be much more than a curse.

“No point in giving my name to a walking corpse,” a cold, menacing voice called back.

Chess was too nervous to poke her head out from behind her cover. She only knew what this woman intended to do with her, not how she was going to accomplish it. “What have I possibly done to warrant this!?”

What haven't you done? -- vertigo upended Chess's perception for a split second as a strange voice popped into her head, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“You walk around with demonic entities gifting you your magic! You're an abomination! A talentless witch who couldn't learn magic the proper way!”

Oh. Good. The huntress was getting mad. Maybe that meant she would be distracted long enough for Chess to shoot off a spell. She peeked her head out for just a moment before drawing back and barely managing to avoid another bolt from the huntress's wrist mounted crossbow.

“You are a monster and traitor to humankind. You will die, and I will deprive the demons of their prize all the same.”

Oh great. A zealot! Of course one eventually had to come after the poor witch. Hrmph. Well Chess would sure show her. She wasn't going to let this huntress just do what she pleased. She already monologues. All Chess had to do was--

A hand grabbed Chess by the hair. A moment later, Chess found herself pinned, the huntress straddling her, glaring down at her. Physically, Chess wasn'ta match. What the huntress lacked in womanly curves, she made up for it in athleticism. The slight smell of sweat, the weight of someone on top of her, the fury in the huntress's eyes. Chess knew she was doomed unless she used a trump card.

The huntress didn't hesitate. There was no more monologuing. No more waiting. She drew her dagger right toward Chess's heart. But before it could pierce the witch's heart, Chess's desperate gambit took effect.

“Hnnnghh!” the huntress groaned as her body stopped responding. Heat radiated from her body. Hot enough that Chess could feel it under her. “Whaat...aagghnn…”

“Where did all that fervor go?” Chess giggles. “A simple silent spell was enough to bring you down after you talked such a big game? Hah. You're going to be a beautiful pet.”

Chess sat up and pushed the immobilized huntress onto her back. Her pale skin and short, black hair looked like signs of frailty in her new position.

“Get used to this perspective,” Chess said while standing over the huntress. “This is going to become very familiar to you from now on. Maybe I'll let you keep your mind -- just so I know you're suffering in there.”

The huntress moaned and gasped. Her body, wracked with pleasure, betrayed her. She arched her spine, she curled her toes. She could feel her tongue getting bigger. Her ears migrating. What was happening to her? Little tufts of fur popped from the top of her head. Two new, cute doggy ears as black as her hair.

“You filthy monster…!” the huntress spat. Not that it mattered. A shiver ran down her spine, and she could feel a tail slowly extending from her backbone. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she started desperately panting to cool herself off. Her canine teeth elongated, giving Chess a fabulous show.

“The best part of this…” Chess leaned down, bent at the hips, and looked right into the huntress's eyes. “The look in your eyes as you become nothing more than a mutt. You're going to end up my obedient pet. And if anyone inquires about you… Haha, I don't even know your name!”

The huntress reached up and grabbed Chess by the collar. She yanked the witch down on top of her and started trying to kiss and lick her.

“W-wait! You're--mmmph! Get off me! You're not supposed to have control!”

The huntress rolled atop the witch as her hands started turning into dumb, padded paws, fur growing up her wrists to her elbow. She ripped and tore at her clothes, stripping herself by destroying her clothes as quickly as she could.

Lines of nipples just waiting to grow in. Little bits of fur here and there. Was she resisting the spell? Oh no. Chess had to complete it! She didn't need some horny bitch trying to fuck her senseless!

But the huntress was too much. As strong and. athletic as she was, she was just proving herself stronger and stronger. Maybe it was the power from Chess's spell, maybe it was the huntress's desperation. Regardless, she started aggressively dry humping the poor witch!

“What are-ow! Hey! Stop-nngh-that!” Chess managed to protest between being forced into kisses.

Not that the huntress listened. She kept humping, hard and harder, the instinct to *breed* overwhelming her. While the huntress was too far gone to recognize what was happening, Chess's eyes opened in horror as a sudden squealching and the feeling of her body giving way overwhelmed her.

“No! Stop it!” Chess groaned. Not that it mattered much at this point. The feeling of the huntress being connected to her was impossible to ignore. Warm blood flowed from the huntress to the witch, tainting the witch with the horrid arousal that she had oh-so-cleverly forced on the huntress.

Chess struggled to think of a spell, but every thrust jostled her mind. Every moment left her gasping. Even after she managed to think of a spell, the taste of cum in her mouth refused to go away. She tried to swallow the drool she was woefully over producing, but it refused to go down. With a little choke and a gag, she spurted pre over her own face.

The huntress, not happy just humping the floor, started using her paws to rub and torment the fading witch. Chess could feel her legs and arms getting weaker and weaker until she couldn't move them.

“No…!” Chess groaned. She struggled for just a moment more as her limbs fully fused to what was left of her torso. Not that her torso was much more than a fleshy, veiny cylinder with blood pumping into it and feeling stiffer and stiffer by the moment.

A throb shot through Chess. No. No no no. If that dumb huntress came now…! “noghaaack!” Chess couldn't even finish her thought as more precum spilled from her mouth and blocked any effort to speak.

It clearly isn't dissuade the huntress. She grinded her newly forming dick harder and faster. She could feel it. She needed it. More than anything. She panted tongue lolled, the look of a dumb horny beast without much of a mind of its own.

Throb. Pulse.

No. No! Noooo! This can't be how it was going to end for Chess! She wasn't going to be some stupid dog woman's cock!

“I suppose you're unlikely to get bored…” - the voice returned and distracted Chess for just a moment. A necessary moment unfortunately.

As Chess's ass quickly dropped into a fleshy sac with two testicles pumping and ready to make sure Chess would give a virile load, she didn't have a choice. Her mouth forced itself open even as her sight began to fade. Her entire being was suddenly enveloped by knotty doggy cock, and the blast of cum that shot from what used to be Chess sealed the deal. Chess was just some dumb huntress's cock. Probably mind fried to go fuck stray dogs or anything else.

Maybe it would be a short life.

“Oh, gosh no. You'll be put to good use.”

The voice wasn't in Chess's ears - she didn't have those anymore. It couldn't have been in her mind, that was far too distracted by her fate, but it resonated deeply inside her nonetheless.

All Chess could manage was a dim awareness of moving. Being stuffed in panties uncomfortably. Some walking. And finally words.

“Oh! Hey Nerati! Home already?” a muffled, though familiarly cheerful voice chirped. ...Lilah?
“Oh my! What happened to you! You have cute doggy ears now! Awooo~!”

“Shut up,” Nerati grumped. “I can't believe that witch did this.”

“Witch? Ooh! Maybe I should thank her! You're so cute now! Who's a good girl! Who's a good girl…! Awh! And look! You even put a cute little bow on it!”

Chess throbbed with life. Warmth spread through her.

“I might look like a dog right now, but you'll always be my bitch,” Nerati said.

Chess felt herself moving. Nerati tackled Lilah, and a moment later, Chess found herself plunged into the depths of something warm and soft. Each thrust built something up inside her, made her feel like she was losing more and more of herself.

Her mind raced. “No…! I don't want to be a cock…! please! I was meant for something greater than… than… fuck… fuck elf pussy… fuck… breed. fuck. Breed. Fuck. Knot. Breed. Fuck. Knot. Breed.”

Chess's mind rapidly faded as the pleasure increased. By the time Nerati came into Lilah, only a shadow of Chess remained. A shadow that wanted nothing more than to spurt more cum and do the only thing she was good for.

“Fantastic. Absolutely wonderful. Such a primal desire. You can feel it bubbling up inside you, can't you? Twitching. Pulsing. Oozing. Throbbing. Ah! Fantastique! But…”

Chess swam downward, deeper and deeper into the ocean. The azure waters of the Caribbean were warm and soothing, but she was on the prowl for something more than just a good time on a vacation. She spied something in the waters while she was snorkeling. A rainbow fin, a tail, all leading up to the curves of a beautiful woman with flowing hair.

A little spell to breathe underwater and turn herself into a mermaid, and Chess was hot on her trail. Swimming past reefs and admiring all the wonderful fish that didn't even seem to notice her, it was peaceful. Only after crossing a threshold of a great reef, she saw a small ruins and two mermaids swimming about with each other engaged in a dance.

Chess swam closer, floating nearby. The high pitched, beautiful song they sand echoed around Chess. Fish swam in a circle around them.

Could she make those sorts of noises? Chess smiled and tried to sing, but all she managed to do was gurgle and spit out a rough melody in her own voice.

The mermaids stopped circling each other and swam around Chess instead. Their melody switched to more of a staccato. They pointed at Chess, traced their fingers across the fake mermaids scales and curves with their gentle fingers. The sounds of joy surrounded Chess. What a magical experience! They must be as astounded at her as she was by them! Oh how amazing!

“Oh my. I really must step in.”

...what? Chess shook her head. Who said that? What was happening. She looked around and spotted something that simple had to be impossible.

A dark skinned woman with brilliant red hair, shining yellow eyes, and wearing an elaborate turquoise dress stood on the seafloor. She held a turquoise parasol that seemingly blocked that water from touching her altogether.

The mermaids stopped swimming around Chess as they stared at the human intruder. A rapid back and forth of their melodies started once again, but oddly enough the woman joined in with them, easily keeping in tune with the mermaids as if it was natural for her.

Chess tries to speak again, but all she could managed was underwater garble of “Who are you?”

“Moi? I'm Dama. And I decided to stop by to warn you that they're mocking you.”

...how did she even understand what Chess was saying. And what did she mean?

The mermaids suddenly swam right up to Chess and kissed her on both cheeks. Chess felt strange magics flowing around and through her. She started shivering as her fake mermaid tail started to stiffen up. She ran a hand down it just for her hand to get stuck to it! The once scaley and smooth tail took on a leathery feeling.

“Hey! Why is my hand stuck?” Chess protested. She tried to yank her hand off her own tail with her other, but quickly found her other hand stuck to her wrist. “Ah!”

The leather feeling cracked up and down her tail. Her find started to collapse against it. The wonderful shiny scales muddied and started turning some brownish green. Chess's eyes opened in terror.

“Hard to cast a spell underwater, too. Can't quite say the words, can you?” Dama asked. “Ah, well. Such is life.”

Chess tried to yank and pull harder and harder, but the leathery feeling raced up her wrists and her stomach. Her skin started to turn that same, gross nasty brown green. Little tendrils poked out from her increasingly leathery skin. The tiny little tentacles flowed with the water. Chess's curves slowly started vanishing as her arms were pulled in against her torso.

This couldn't be happening. She had to escape. Had to swim! But as she tried to swim upward, she just felt herself sinking to the sea floor, face pressed right into the sand. Her hair slowly dissolved away into the water. Her poor bow floated upward to freedom. The only sign of what was about to happen to Chess.

Her skin became more and more leathery. Her face stiffened. Her teeth faded. Little tendrils protruded from her lips. Her eyes shut and were sealed, her nose receded. Her body ached. She even felt her brain getting tugged on and sucked on.

“You can't talk now, I imagine,” Dama said as she stepped close to what was Chess. “Ah. Perhaps you would do well in an aquarium, but I must admit, such a nasty thing…” Dama knelt down and stroked across Chess's body, letting the former woman feel the many strange tendrils and feelers across her body.

What happened to her? Why was everything feeling distant and fuzzy…?

“I'm surprised your consciousness is still holding on. Such magical potential. Such endurance. I knew you were a good choice.”

What was she talking… oh… still saying stuff… hard to… what…? Mind… silent...

“How horrible! A sea cucumber. A bottom feeder! Forgotten by the world. Oh that poor thing. But… ah! Yes. Her.”

The smell of cotton, silk, scented candles, incense, and perfume swirled around Chess. “Why are we here?” Chess asked her roommate, Kinky, with a bit of a furrowed brow.

“The shop owner here makes the best stuff,” Kinky huffed.

Chess looked around at the shop. In a small, renovated church, two women in colorful habits walked about trying to tidy up the cluttered racks of strange clothes that seemed to have no organization to them whatsoever. In one rack, a beautiful pink satin corset was next to a pair of khakis and a men's bathing suit.

“Are you sure about that?” Chess asked.

“Yeah! Lemme just go ask someone!” Kinky quickly made her way to one of the women dressed like nuns.

Chess sighed and tried to busy herself looking around at various clothes. She tilted her head as she stumbled over her normal outfit, bow included, and pulled them off the shelf.

“Look! I found her!” Kinky said as she tugged on a familiar figure.

Chess's head hurt for just a moment as she looked on the face of the woman accompanying Kinky. Red hair. Dark skin. Yellow eyes. What… ahghnn…?

“Chess?” Kinky asked. She jostled Chess gently and frowned. “Is everything okay?”

The witch shook herself out of it.

“Oh my. Struck by true love?” the woman asked with a little laugh. “My name is Dama, and this one clearly… ah. I see.” Dama gestured to the outfit in Chess's hand.

Chess grinned. “Don't you think Kinky would look amazing in this?” Chess asked. She pressed the shirt against Kinky's chest.

“Oh yes. It would look quite good.” Dama winked at Chess. “Now. What do you say you try it on?”

“No offense, but I would sort of feel like I'm wearing a costume.”

Dama patted Kinky on the cheek and tilted her head to look right into her eyes. “Oh. Come now, girl, do it for me?” Dama leaned in and brushed her lips against Kinky's. Kinky froze in place, as if she was some virgin getting her first kiss.

She gulped and started nodding. Thankfully, she was distracted long enough for Chess to work a little magic into the outfit. No more annoying roommate once Kinky put this on.

Kinky blindly took the outfit and started marching toward a dressing room. She looked back at Dama and wiggled her fingers as if she were some shy girl.

“Magically inclined?” Chess asked.

“Oh. Heavens no. I can barely conjure a spark. But I've seen enough in my life to know what the look on your face meant.”

“You're going to enjoy this, then,” Chess grinned.

Kinky came back a few minutes later dressed in an identical outfit to Chess, bow in her hair, stealing shy glances at Dama. A knot in Chess's stomach formed. That was so unlike Kinky, and from something so chaste, too.

“Looking good,” Chess grinned.

“Yeah, thanks,” Kinky said. “I think I wear it even better than you.”

Chess frowned. “We'll see about that.”

“Duplicatus!” Chess chanted the magical trigger, and both the women started to radiate a strange white light.

“If you don't mind me,” Dama said before taking a step ba--wait, did she have popcorn? What the hell?

Whatever.

Kinky pouted. “Is this another spell? What are you trying to do?”

“Fix you. You know how frustrating it is with you causing me so many problems? I figure I can at least fix you up to be someone I can really relate to!”

“W-what!?” Kinky looked at herself. A pregnant pause in the air kept her from saying anything
before she blinked. “Uhm. Nothing is happening…”

“That's not possible…” Chess huffed as her eyes very gentle changed in shape, and her skin's hue ever so slightly changed. “I know I cast the spell right.

“This is getting good.”
“This is getting good,” Dama snickered.

“Ahnn… what… echo…?” Chess held her head. She caught a glimpse of her hand and the slight change in hue of her skin. “What!?”

“...hahaha!” Kinky couldn't control her giggles as she watched Chess change.

Chess's hair turned black, silky and straight. Her height changed, her figure started to change. Chess could feel the magic fleeing from her body. Before long, Kinky might as well have been looking in a mirror.

“I'm not supposed to become you! You're supposed to be me!”

Kinky grinned. “And who are you?”

“I'm… I… uhm… I'm… but…!” … forgot her name. What was it again? … frowned. something was wrong. Of course she knew who she was! Even as memories faded and new ones took their place. She remembered exactly who she was. “I'm Kinky!” the new Kinky said confidently.

“There was nothing wrong with me, huh, and now there's nothing wrong with you,” Classic Kinky grinned.

“Bravo!” Dama cheered as she held up a wine bottle. “A toast to new beginnings?”

“So much fun with you. My. This must be the price some witch's pay. But we're not quite done yet…”

Chess felt the bed under her. A weight on top of her. Yellow eyes looking into her own. She felt strangely empty and incomplete. She tried to move her fingers, but they barely budged.

“Not yet, my patchwork Chess, we need a little more before you're ready. Let's see what other fun you are having.”

Chess’s hands groped and pressed against the warm flesh underneath her. The woman’s large breasts offered the perfect amount of resistance, just a little give, but so warm and soft. As their

tongues dances around each other and the two gasped and moaned as hands sought out as many sensitive locations as possible, Chess could only think how lucky she got tonight.

The woman under her was beyond beautiful. Brilliant golden hair, the bluest eyes Chess had ever seen, a perfect little pout to her lips, just the cutest nose--Chess was smitten as soon as she laid eyes on the woman. And that was to say nothing over her impressive curves or the way she walked and presented herself. Every hair flip, every wink, every smile melted Chess’s heart just a little more.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Chess mewled as she nibbled on the woman’s bottom lip. She didn’t even know her name. Not yet, at least. The witch was normally never this aggressive. Not without some magic coming after, but it would be a shame to change this woman’s body in any way. She was a walking goddess and deserved to be loved and worshiped and fucked.

They rolled about in bed until the blond was on top, fingers laced with Chess’s, nose pressed to the witch’s, those big blue eyes threatening to suck all of Chess’s attention away. “You’re gorgeous yourself,” she giggled. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

Chess laughed. “Of course I am,” she grinned. “Now. How about we have some real fun, huh?”

The woman rubbed her nose against Chess’s, a cute little sign of affection. “Yeah. That’s a great idea,” she said before giving a little wink.

“Biting off more than you can chew~”

Chess wasn’t sure if it was the strange voice that popped into her head or the sense that magic was now coursing through her body. Her world shook as her senses went wild. It didn’t take her long to realize what was going on. She rapidly started shrinking. Smaller and smaller, shrinking right inside her clothes. The articles of clothing the only thing hiding her from the now giant woman atop her.

“Come on in, sweetie,” the woman called out even as she rummaged through Chess’s clothes. “Now where did you go. Don’t try and hide, you won’t survive at that size. Some mouse will just end up making you his mate.”

Chess scurried as best she could away. A small little lump in her own clothes. She wasn’t nearly quick or stealth enough to avoid the hand that grabbed her and lifted her up. “There you are!” the woman said before gently turning Chess to look at the new woman who just entered the room.

Chunky. Tubby. Fat. Whatever Chess wanted to call her, the freckled brunette that stood at the door lacked the grace and beauty that Chess liked. She looked like an eternal wallflower, really. One who struggled with her own body.

“And you sure you want me to become her?” the brunette said. “She’s really pretty, but… this feels… kind of wrong.”

“Of course. It’s how I got my body, after all,” the blonde giggled. She lifted Chess up and smiled before dropping Chess right into her mouth. “And trust me. This wretch deserves it.”

Chess squealed and tried to protest, but the warm, wet insides of the blonde’s mouth made it hard to do much but sputter and cling for dear life. The tongue that effortlessly bullied her and swished her around, pushing her against teeth, cheek, and roof left her covered in saliva and spit. The hot insides and desperate gasps for air were enough to keep Chess busy even as she struggled to get free from the woman’s mouth. When her tongue stopped moving for just a moment, Chess made her break for it, but the woman’s lips didn’t give way to freedom but another mouth happy to accept her.

Two tongues battered and bullied Chess, gently buffering her between each other before Chess was finally pushed into the dumpy girl’s mouth.

“Bon appétit!”

The strange voice returned to Chess’s mind even as she felt her body starting to… change. The consistency of it. Like she was melting. Oh god. No! She wasn’t going to go out like this, was she? She was a powerful witch, not a midnight snack for some fatty!

But the more she struggled, the more apparent it was that her struggling was entirely useless. Her arms slipped and faltered, mere mush as she struggled desperately to cling before the chubby girl’s round face tilted back and Chess tumbled right down into her throat. A little swallow later, and Chess found herself melting and flowing freely right into her gullet.

This was going to be it. How it all ended for her. Some dumpy girl’s snack…!

Chess was vaguely aware that an imposter stood where she once had. The lovemaking so rudely interrupted by the spell continued without even a worry about what had happened to poor Chess.

“You’re so gorgeous like this. And your smile… it’s so much prettier than that dumb witch’s,” the blonde giggled.

With Chess’s voice, in Chess’s body, the dumpy girl replied, “I’m so glad I can be so pretty for you.”

Chess pouted internally even as her consciousness started to fade away. No body for her soul to remain connected to. Maybe if she was desperate, she could cling to some of the dumpy girl’s former fat, but it was already getting so hard to think…

The smell of an exotic perfume wafted around Chess. The fogginess in her head felt more real second by second. Impossibly soft and smooth hands rubbing up and down her arms gave her goosebumps.

She slowly opened her eyes just to see yellow eyes looking back at her. A strange light to them. A familiarity that she couldn’t quite understand.

“Ah! All that inner magic of yours, already trying to sing and complete you. But not yet. No. I want more than a husk. Sleep, sweet Chess. Sleep and let Dama take care of you.”

Chess’s eyes felt heavy and slowly closed.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

“No! Chess! Please!” a witch begged as her skin grayed and became thicker, more like leather. Her stomach bulged as she flailed, arms becoming stubbier and thicker. She grew fatter and fatter rapidly. Her head started to reshape. “Noooo! Chess! Anything but thiiii~~” her words turned into crude grunts and groans, pitiful sounds. She only became bigger and bigger before she fell onto all fours, spine straightening out, body thickening, becoming more barrel like.

Chess smiled from ear-to-ear. “That’s what you get,” she said with a little laugh. “Enjoy your life in the zoo. I’m sure you’ll learn to love it here. I mean, think of all the nice people who will come visit you! Maybe they’ll even toss popcorn at you.” Chess turned away from the former-woman-now-hippo with a satisfied look on her face. Such an easy mark. But that’s what she gets for stepping on Chess’s turf.

Of course, Chess had no idea that the easily blocked spell the woman cast at her earlier had quite an effect. As she hummed to herself and headed toward the exit of the Africa exhibit -- ignoring all the commotion of people panicking that a hippo had gotten loose -- she spied an antelope look at her.

Her heart skipped a beat. She blushed. She bit her lip. She felt a strange squirming inside her stomach. Such a magnificent beast. She walked a little closer, moving toward the edge of its exhibit. The antelope just looked at her, made eye contact, snorted, and looked away.

It was like being stabbed through the heart by a dagger. Did he not think she was pretty enough? Was she not worth his attention? H-how could he be so mean? She loved him!

“Wait…” Chess said to herself as her heart beat faster and faster. “This isn’t right…” But as she watched the antelope walk away, a pang in her heart made it impossible to ignore. “Hrmph… I’ll make him love me.” She grinned as she hopped over the fence into the exhibit and started working her magic on herself.

Two long horns extended from her forehead. Her neck lengthened, she gently fell to all fours, her feet and hands turned into hooves, her spine elongated, fur bristled and crossed up her. She was going to be the best damn looking antelope in the world. She knew how to seduce any dumb antelope, and she wasn’t going to let this one just look at her like that.

Before long, she looked just like any other antelope. She walked in front of the male she’d fallen head over heels for and enjoyed a quick romp around the exhibit. As she laid with the antelope, she smiled. She’d gotten what she wanted. Now it was time to change back.

She focused inwardly, but the magic wasn’t there. There was no feeling of her pact. No great power lurking inside her. Her eyes widened with shock. Did she mess up? Did she rush the spell? Was she stuck like this?

N-no! She could go get help! She could definitely go get help and--the antelope licked her cheek, and she felt her heart melt. Oh. But maybe staying like this wouldn’t be too bad. Just for a little bit.

“Boys, girls! My little dears!” a strangely familiar voice called out.

Pain shot through Chess’s head. A ringing deafened her to the world. She passed out for just a moment, and when she came too, she was eating out of a woman’s hands. Chess eating some treat from her left hand, her mate from the woman’s right.

“My, my Chess, seems you’ve gotten yourself in a bit of trouble,” a dark skinned beauty with brilliant red hair and yellow eyes said. Chess swore she recognized her, but… she’d never seen this woman in her life before!

“Oho, you can go ahead and speak. I can understand you,” the woman encouraged.

Chess bleated and grunted as she tried to speak. It was just the sound of an antelope to anyone else, but the woman nodded as if understanding.

“I suppose I could help you out. It’s certainly not beyond me to reverse this. Though, I must admit, I’m not particularly good at the arcane arts. Still, I’d feel bad just leaving you like this!” she teased.

But before she could finish teasing Chess, the male antelope started bleating and grunting, clearly upset!

“Mm? I see. You like her? Hm. Perhaps we can come to some arrangement, then? Certainly there’s something I could do for you--”

More bleating, grunting.

“Oh my! How forward.” The woman tilted her head and looked under the antelope’s body. Chess could tell she was checking out his dick. “You do seem well gifted. I suppose a round or two with you could be fun. And that’s simple enough for your freedom, right Chess?”

Fury burned in Chess’s mind. She saw red. She started grunting, bleating, practically screaming in jealous rage. She lost complete control of herself!

“Ah? I see! Well. I suppose that’s that then. Sorry, it seems she’s quite possessive over you! It looks like you’ll have to be satisfied with her!”

The male antelope grunted and licked Chess’s cheek to calm her down.

“Cute. What a happy ending. I better get going though. Just a little more, Chess, and we can finally meet properly.”

Chess grunted, having no idea what the woman was talking about, but she didn’t care much. She just wanted her antelope. Her love. Her soulmate. And she’d do anything to keep him. And she wasn’t going to let some tart fuck him! Hmph!

She watched the mysterious woman walk toward the staff entrance. The zookeeper clothes she wore melted away into a dress even as she faded from the material plane.

Show off.

“I suppose you want some answers by now, don’t you? Well. Let’s poke into this one…”

Chess hadn’t managed a full night’s sleep in weeks. She put every charm, every rune, every spell she could think of to use. She knew someone was watching her. Everywhere she went, eyes were on her. Even when she was home alone, she could feel something right behind her. A presence that refused to leave. She tried begging with it, pleading with it, anything and everything to get it to go away. She traveled to different realities, different dimensions, different everythings! But she never managed to escape it. It was always there.

Finally, Chess couldn’t take it anymore. She asked her coven to perform a ritual on her. One to link whatever being was spying on her to material world. But when the ritual was performed, there was nothing. Even though every last witch could feel the presence, they were unable to locate it or drag it out. They were left speechless, confused, and with only one idea left.

Chess had to visit Circe.

As nervous as that made Chess, she knew she had no other choice. Once she stepped on Circe’s island, her fate would be in Circe’s hands. Only the most powerful witch alive could hope to tell her what she needed.

Scared, wet from the ocean mist, and anxious that Circe would just immediately turn her into a pig to be done with her, Chess took her first step onto the island. The sand under her shoes gave her a bit of confidence that the island simply wouldn’t swallow her, but that Circe was simply standing at the edge of the beach with an expectant look on her face didn’t help ease any of Chess’s tension.

“A witch come to visit?” Circe asked, her voice dripping with her ancient accent. Magic flowed freely around her. She had an aura unlike any other witch, and it took Chess a few moments just to remember to breathe! “Don’t just stand there. Come here,” Circe suggested. She waved Chess over.

“It’s an honor to meet you, Circe. I wish it were under better circumstances, but I was hoping I could get your assistance. It’s mystified my entire coven, and I’m out of options. I--”

“Yes, yes, I know. I can smell her on you.”

Chess frozen. She sniffed the air. She lowered her nose down to her shoulder and sniffed. She didn’t smell anything but the ocean and her own body wash.

Circe sighed and shook her head. “Come here,” she said. She started walking toward a few little beach chairs with an umbrella over them. She slowly stripped from her flowing, white gown and revealed a white bikini along with her perfectly svelte body. Slightly toned, just a bit plush, tanned, beautiful. She relaxed on the beach chair and wiggled her fingers at Chess. “Get comfortable.”

Chess, shivering in anxiety, slowly made her way over. She quickly magicked herself into a bikini and took the other beach chair. A bottle of wine poured itself into two glasses and hovered within the ladies’ reach. Curiously, a third glass was left unfilled.

“From Dionysus’s own collection. Savor it. Don’t just drink it,” Circe commanded before she took a very satisfied sip.

Chess, clumsily, lifted the glass to her lips and took a little drink. Immediately, her worries and anxieties started to float away. She relaxed a little further in the chair. The mediterranean sea stretched out before them, beautiful and glorious. Not a cloud in sight. The waves lapped at the shore. It was paradise.

“Come out, Dama, I know you’re paying attention.”

A very familiar woman appeared in front of Circe and Chess. There was no lights, no magic, no bright flash. She simply wasn’t there, and then she was. She wore a red bikini that complimented her dark skin fabulously. She was a little less toned than Circe, a little more plush, and her breasts could make a goddess jealous. The beauty she displayed was so unnatural and yet so human at the same time.

The woman lifted the glass and the wine and poured herself a drink. She winked at Chess before turning her attention to Circe. “Spoiling my fun? It’s hardly time--”

Circe flicked her wrist. A great gout of fire washed over the woman. The wine exploded in steam, the glass melted in an instant. The sand under her turned to glass. The fire burned the air for several moments, but as soon as the gout of flame vanished, Dama still stood there without a mark on her.

“--yet,” Dama finished her sentence. “I didn’t even get a drink of it,” she pouted as she looked to her empty hand. There was nothing left of the glass or wine. “You could have at least let me take a sip.”

Circe rolled her eyes and looked to Chess. “This is the thing--”

“Rude!”

”--that’s been spying on you.”

“...what?” Chess was left speechless. “What is she?”

“I’m Da--”

Circe interrupted her and flicked her wrist again. Dama fell silent even as she tried to speak!

“It’s better not to listen to her ramble about what she is. What you need to know is that she’s immortal. Not in the way gods or some creatures claim immortality. She will simply always exist. I’ve tried every spell I could think of, they all just harmlessly pass right through her or around her or…” Circe shrugged.

Chess’s eyes widened. This was the monster that was stalking her? W-what the hell!? What was she going to do?

“Don’t panic,” Circe shook her head. “She’s also pathetically weak And kind of stupid. The silencing curse I used could be undone by a toddler gifted with magic. And yet she still isn’t aware she’s been silenced.”

“Oh! So that’s why you weren’t paying attention to me!” Dama pouted. “That’s really rude, Circe! I thought we were friends. Don’t you remember the time we had that road trip with Eris and--”

Circe flicked her wrist again.

“The only dangerous thing about her is that she’ll annoy you once in a while. But she’s barred from doing any real harm. Watch.”

Circe flicked her wrist again and snapped her fingers. “I mean, so what if I convinced you to get a tattoo! A tramp stamp isn’t really that embarrass--” A knife dangled right in front of Dama. “--Oh? This again?” Dama snatched the knife out of the air. “You know, the knife is so scary, why not just this instead.” Dama tossed the knife behind her and walked right up to Chess, straddled her, and sat on Chess’s lap. She lifted a hand to show off her nails and pinched Chess’s cheek.

But it just seemed to go through her. Chess didn’t feel anything except the warmth of the woman on top of her. Dama started stroking Chess’s cheek instead. Her skin was soft. Impossible soft. It made Chess’s entire head tingle. All her senses rushed to hte hand sliding so gracefully against her. It was like the first time she was with anyone, but…

Dama stopped. “See, nothing to fear!”

Chess took a few moments to gather herself. “I still have no idea what is going on.”

“Why don’t you just stop teasing her and tell her why you’re so interested in her,” Circe asked.

Dama pouted and leaned forward. Her lips almost pressed against Chess’s. Her breath smelled of ambrosia. Her hair of silk. Her skin of some perfume Chess couldn’t quite place. Chess’s heart beat faster and faster. She could feel her slit getting wet. She was going to ruin her just by having this woman in her lap.

“Fair enough. Let me tell you what you’re in for…”

A haze overtook Chess. Words flowed, and Chess found herself on a bed, looking up at Dama straddling her, grinning. “Sometimes it’s really, really hard for me to get a really, really good orgasm. One that shatters my reality and makes me make stupid faces. You know, without performing. And so, on occasion, I spot a mortal who’s particularly… delicious, and decide to link their possibilities together and form a composite. One that’ll definitely please me. A simulacrum, if you will! An amalgamate.”

Chess furrowed her brow and tried to make heads or tails of what Dama was even talking about.

“Nice and simple sweetie. You and I? We’re gonna have some really, really good sex.”

“Wha…? Why didn’t you just ask? Why did you show me all those things…?”

Dama giggled and leaned down. “Sex with me isn’t like anything you’ve ever experience. Here. Let me show you.”

As soon as Dama’s lips touched Chess, reality melted around the two. Chess felt herself drawn out of her body. Her lips exploded with pleasure even as she saw stars all around her. Galaxies and universes stretched out in every direction. The feeling of something deep inside her twisted her very essence, her core, making her scream and moan and gasp.

Flashes of reality sank into her head. Only momentary bits. Kissing and nuzzling Dama’s thigh. Spreading her pussy for Dama’s fingers. Feeling her mind assaulted with an array of sensations that she never could have grasped or wished to attain on her own. Climax upon climax broke at the walls of her very sense of self. She wasn’t sure if she was even still a person or if she was anything and everything. She could feel a presence all around her. A warmth that took her and cradled her and caressed her and sullied her and cleaned her. Depravity and purity mixed together and swirled until one became the other and back again.

She had to please Dama. She felt so good. She wanted to give her everything to the strange woman. The strange entity. Whatever she was. She wanted to give her everything she could.

Chess’s mind started to bend and melt. Her body followed suit. She started to thicken up. A strange feeling of her insides straightening out. Of something salty on her tongue even as she kissed the woman she was trying desperately to please. Her eyes lost vision of the beauty as skin grew around them and the now useless organs faded away. Chess didn’t need to see. Chess didn’t need to do anything but feel that wonderful pleasure through her entire body.

She started throbbing. She tried to move her arms and legs, but they were gone. Only a strange feeling of something gurgling deep inside her managed to make her aware she could even move. She twitched and throbbed as something warm, wet, and slick covered almost her entire form. She felt lost and yet safe. Complete darkness and yet total warmth.

She twitched and pulsed. And she felt something slowly rising up in her before it exploded from what used to be her mouth, covering the top of her and the wonderfully soft walls around her in cum. More and more cum until it leaked out around her as Chess grew slightly softer.

A sort of surprised, and muddled, voice commented from above.

“Oh sweetie. How nice of you to reveal the only thing you truly wish you could be for me is a nice, hard cock. <3”

The scrying pool stilled. Circe leaned back and shook her head. “I suppose that’s it for you, Chess. All of you summed up across the entirety of every possibility -- all that talent and experience gathered up and reduced to a living cock for that thing.”

Chess stared with wide eyes into the scrying pool. She could feel it. She could feel the throbbing inside her. The warmth of Dama’s walls. The feeling of being entrapped and reduced to such a pathetic form. She could barely stop thinking about it. She felt like she could gush again and fill Dama. She felt cold, like she was being left out from the best experience she could possibly have, but she didn’t want to end up as… that!

“And that look in your eyes…” Circe laughed. “The idea excites you, doesn’t it? Well. Don’t worry. Dama isn’t likely to lose interest in you. I’m sure you’ll be dreaming of it every night for the rest of your life. Maybe one night, you just won’t wake up. Taken into a dream realm where she decides to play with you forever. I’m sure your alternate selves have already experience so many strange fates at her hands.”

Chess collapsed onto her butt. Her head throbbed. She turned to look at Circe before she straightened her head out. Dama sat on the edge of the scrying pool right in front of her. She put a finger to her lips, winked, and vanished.

“I’m so fucked…” Chess whined.

“Ah. At least you’ll be the one doing the fucking in a form like that,” Circe laughed at Chess’s expense. “But she is a woman of escalation. If she’s playing with you, you should expect stranger things in the future.”[/spoiler]

Posted on 2019-05-30 14:11:01
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This is getting out of hand, now there are two of them.