The Blind Eternities whisked past Serena as she spun into a new world, still dazed from her encounter with the Eldrazi horror. Senses addled, she had no way of focusing her path; of choosing a destination.
Instead, it was up to fate to decide. And fate had a rather cruel sense of humor indeed.
The angel’s body thumped upon a cobblestone street, amor clattering against the pavement. She tucked her wings to her body to keep them from being strained by her rough landing, which saved her the brunt of the impact from hitting a wall.
No, not a wall… A pedestal? The angel opened her eyes, finding a golden statue of some artifact creature holding a girl’s hand in his own and lifting an orb in the other. It was like nothing she’d ever seen before, and it brought a slight frown of confusion to her face.
She knew that there were multiple planes, but this was… This felt different. The air was dirtier; the area around her noisy despite her relative solitude.
Not for the first time since learning she could planeswalk, the Goldnight angel was unsure of what to do.
A nearby scream provided a destination, though Serena wasn’t sure she was prepared for what she’d find. It was oddly tinny, and the angel had no frame of reference for any being capable of such a sound.
Still, as perhaps the last sane member of her order, she had made a vow to defend all those she could. Regardless of how much their screams sent shivers down her spine.
She beat her wings gently, taking into the air and heading towards the sound anxiously. She arrived in a matter of seconds, finding a massive man standing above an artifact creature not unlike the statue from before.
The artifact creature was golden and dressed in a commoner’s clothes, and as a result was utterly insignificant compared to the man. He was obese, but somehow muscularly so; his portly body brimming with bulk.
Perhaps for this reason he didn’t wear a shirt; though mercifully he sported a set of pants. He also had a set of armor, though it looked to be more for decorative purposes than for anything else.
A porcine mask covered his face, and he sported three tools which Serena assumed were weapons. The first two were easily noticeable: a machete and a hook of sorts, attached to a chain behind himself. The last had Serena at a loss. It looked like some kind of box, but with an opening at the end.
Whatever it was, the artifact seemed to be terrified of it. “Please… Have mercy!” It called, its simulated voice a loud wail.
His aggressor simply lifted the strange object in his hand, pointing it towards the mechanical man’s face.
There was a clap of thunder and a wailing that would haunt Serena’s nightmares; then silence. The device held by the man had belched fire, spitting scraps of metal into the artifact and seemingly ending his existence.
The angel very quickly realized that this was the last place she wanted to be, and began to back away slowly. Unfortunately, the giant man picked up on the faint clank of her armor, and he stiffened.
“Trying to sneak up on Roadhog, hm?” He grunted, his voice muffled by his mask.
Serena lifted her sword as he turned, noticing that he sported a rather large gut; huge to the extent that his belly button was protruding from his stomach. He lifted the weapon in his right hand towards her, only to pause as he caught sight of the angel who had surprised him.
For Roadhog, it was love at first sight, if one used a rather loose definition for the word. After all, the man was a five hundred-fifty pound criminal who thought of murder in the same manner as most people’s thoughts on small animals and rainbows.
Serena simply thought she was about to be murdered.
The Goldnight lifted her sword in a ready stance, only to yelp in surprise as the criminal launched the hook in his left hand towards herself. Its chain wrapped around her arm first; then her back; then her other arm.
He pulled hard and she yelped in surprise, yanked from her feet from the force of his motion. Her blade clattered to the ground, and the half-thought spell dissipated in the wake of her shock.
She was being pulled towards him thanks to a motor on his belt, yanked as though she weighed little more than a child. The motion could only have one outcome, and Serena crinkled her nose as she was slammed into his fat stomach.
Close to him as she was, she could smell his body odor, a thick stink that was a mixture of dried sweat and engine grease. It clung to her nostrils, threatening to overpower her senses.
Had he never bathed? Was this some strategy; body odor made into a weapon?
Before Serena could muse too much deeper on this, he spoke.
“I like the way you look.”
It was simple, and could possibly have been a compliment had it come from anyone else. From Roadhog, it sounded like an implied threat.
“That’s… nice.” Serena said, keenly aware of the weapon in his other hand. She wasn’t sure how her armor would fare against it, but she wasn’t keen to find out. Though it wasn’t her strong suit, she’d have to try diplomacy.
“I take what I like.” Added the bulky man with a grunt.
Serena became keenly aware of a bulging in his pants, and her face blanched. So much for diplomacy.
She quickly mustered the energy needed to cast a spell, summoning a ball of fire into her hand. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, the goldnight slammed the orb into his fat stomach, feeling the flame wash over the both of them.
Too late, she realized that it would probably kill him. She’d need to apologize for that if he turned out to be one of this world’s heroes.
The heat ebbed and Serena flexed her wings, intending to fly from the charred corpse. Much to her surprise, she made it about a foot before the chains around her tightened once more.
Somehow, impossibly, the man was alive. Worse, his offensive pomade now had the added element of smoke to it, a new and disgusting layer to his omnipresent odor.
“That wasn’t very nice.” He grunted. Then he slammed her into the ground, using the chain to send her chest-first onto the hard pavement. It actually cracked her armor from the force of it, and Serena’s vision swam as she struggled to catch her breath.po
“Luckily, neither am I.” With that, he dropped the weapon in his right hand to retrieve something from his pockets. It looked like a round yellow cylinder, and a yellowish gas streamed from its opening. He moved it towards his mask; only to pause.
Serena’s heart pounded as the large man began to laugh, a menacing chortle that sounded like the rumbling of earth. Then he moved it from his face towards Serena’s, shoving the nozzle roughly into her mouth, bruising her soft lips.
“Mmm!” She groaned around it, eyes widening as a gas flooded her mouth; her sinuses. Tears dewed at her eyes as the acrid burning of smoke trailed down her throat; choking her. It hurt her to breathe, endlessly streaming into her angelic body.
Then it finally ebbed, and Serena could breathe normally once again. She took several shuddering coughs before looking up to Roadhog, vision still blurred from her tears. “W-what was that?” She asked.
The angel could feel something was wrong with her; burning her from the inside out. Her chest felt as though it was on fire from within, the chemicals she’d inhaled doing… something to her; she wasn’t sure what.
Roadhog grunted, his mask twitching. “Something from an Omnium. Didn’t ask what it was, but it made me this. Wonder what it’ll make you.”
Though Serena couldn’t see his eyes, she could imagine the callous mirth that lurked behind the dark lenses of his mask. The angel whimpered, shivering with dread as she could feel something begin to overtake her.
It was like her form was being molded by the gases she’d inhaled, her body beginning to change at their behest. Her armor felt too tight around herself; her face felt funny in all the wrong places.
“Hic-urrnt!” Serena half-snorted, eyes widening in shamed shock as she made the sound of a common pig. As she did, her armor buckled further; creaking at the seams.
“Hmm, I like that.” Growled her tormentor, pushing the angel onto her back. He straddled her, pressing his weight down onto her hips and thighs. “Squeal for me, sow.”
“I-I’ll do no such-rrnt-thing!” Serena blushed harder as she snorted, her nose twitching as the piggish noise rumbled deep within her throat. “Rrrnt-rrnt-rrnt!” She continued to snort, and with each utterance came a change to her nose.
It started to both flare and fatten, tip broadening as she crossed her eyes to get a better look at it. The fact that she could see so much of her nose was a surprise to her, and it filled her with anxiety and dread.
“No-rrnt! This can’t be happening to me!” The angel snuffled loudly, grimacing as her nose upturned. It was impossible to deny how much it looked like a pig’s snout, her changed nose twitching constantly with her every snuffle.
Roadhog didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he grabbed the angel’s chestplate with his calloused hands, buckling the metal with his rough grip. Her holy plate splintered as though it was made of twigs and well wishes, revealing the Goldnight robe she wore underneath.
Whatever insult Serena would have taken from her shattered armor was washed away by horror as she saw that her robes were stretched tight around her body, breasts, ass, and even belly growing larger and larger with every passing second.
The cloth was actually beginning to cut into herself, digging tightly into her increasingly ample body. Serena whined and tugged at it with her hands, but Roadhog snared each of her wrists in his iron grip, forcing them to her sides.
“Uncomfortable? You’re gonna have to beg if you want to get out of those.” He grunted, that dark and rumbling laughter filling Serena’s ears as she stared up to his mask.
To her credit, she actually kept herself from pleading with the man for a matter of seconds. She couldn’t keep herself from whimpering in discomfort, but she could at least pretend that she still had a modicum of decency.
At least, she could for a second longer. Then her ever-expanding tits began to tear through her robes, exposing her stiff nipples to her tormentor. He seemed to be more than a little interested in that, no doubt seeing her body’s response for what it was: arousal.
A redness crept across Serena’s cheeks, her shame making itself manifest. “N-noink!” She squealed, hands struggling to move to cover her fat breasts. She couldn’t believe how large and unseemly they were; didn’t want to accept how they had grown.
Of course, the damnable fat man atop her was still pinning her arms down. Serena squirmed in vain, wings fluttering feebly beneath herself as she kept growing, kept swelling within her outfit.
Then she smelled him, and her world shook. Serena’s piggish nose had finally developed its olfactory preferences, and though she knew that his hefty body reeked; she couldn’t resist a half-snorted moan of arousal.
For a moment, one long and treacherous moment, Serena realized that she wanted to smell more; wanted to press her nose against his crotch and bask in the musk that was undeniably his.
Her ears lengthened further, folding over themselves. A tail curled its way out from the base of her spine. Somehow, she didn’t notice. All that mattered to the angel was the here and now; the fact that she was so close to the source of her new favorite scent.
Serena averted her eyes as she blushed harder, chewing on her lip. “St-strrrnip me. I prroink-permit you to do so.” She tried to sound as dignified as possible, failing miserably on account of her new piggish undertones.
“Permit, eh?” Roadhog grunted. “Don’t think I like the sound of that. I told you to beg.” He grabbed her wrists harder, leaning in closer to the angel.
Just inches from his mask, she could smell the stale sweat and aged leather; almost see the eyes behind those matte black lenses. It filled her with a heat that she couldn’t explain; the same sort of heat she’d have felt when pleasuring her sisters of Flight Goldnight.
With angels, it would be fine. But for a human to cause her to feel this way? Such a sin was unthinkable. Guilt gnawed at the angel’s soul, and she tried to convince herself that her next word wasn’t an admission of lust.
“Please.”
It actually hurt her to say, even though she desperately tried to pretend that she had insisted just for the tactical advantage of freeing her arms; of losing her constricting robes. Deep in her heart; however, she knew there was no explanation save one of the basest sins.
Worst of all, it didn’t seem to be enough for Roadhog. He shook his head, rattling the chains he wore. “I told you to beg, you dumb slut. Don’t make me tell you again.”
The tone he took with her was condescending, arrogant, and outright demeaning. It also made the angel wetter than she’d ever been before, some sort of porcine instinct responding well to his words.
“Prrnt-please! Sttroink-strip me!” He didn’t move, and Serena whimpered loudly. “Rrree! I’m a prroink-piggy slut who nuh-ree-ds to be naked!”
In all honesty, the angel had no idea where the words came from. They simply sounded right to her; sounded natural. Her body burned with arousal as the large man tilted his head, then he removed one of his hands from hers.
It was Serena’s chance. She could punch him, cast a spell, do something to escape. Instead, she dipped her hand between her legs, moaning as she felt how wet she was; how hot. The angel’s fingers came away sticky, and she played them along Roadhog’s fat chest, making his body glisten more.
“That’s more like it.” Roadhog chuckled, tearing off her clothes as though they were made of tissues. Then he dropped his trousers, exposing a long and hard cock that throbbed with need.
“W-wait!” Serena pleaded, eyes widening. “I… Rroink! I said naked, norrnt fucked!” Her nose twitched as she looked up to him, nostrils flaring as she drank in his scent.
Still, even if her body seemed to want this, to be raped like this was sacrilege. It would not only damn her soul, but his as well. Assuming they both hadn’t been lost already…
If Roadhog had any care for her religious tents, he didn’t show them. Instead, he simply released his hold on her other hand, gripping her fattened hips hard.
“Wasn’t asking.”
With that, he forced himself hard into her, belly mashing against hers. Even wet as she was, the man’s cock was so thick that it sent a pang of discomfort through Serena; never having had such a sizable mass within her.
The sowlike seraphim squealed with disgust at her violation; but she couldn’t deny that she was so hot inside. Avacyn help her; was she actually enjoying this?
Sweat dripped from the man’s body onto her own, large droplets falling onto her face; onto her ample bosom.
Worst of all, she could feel every inch of him inside her, that fat cock stretching her walls and threatening to drown out her protests with pleasure. It was like she’d been waiting her entire life to be fucked hard in this one very moment; her body yearned for her to accept it.
Desperately, she shook her head. Her ears flopped as she did, and a bright shameful blush lit across her cheeks.
It was so hard; so hard to try and hate the fact that she was being raped; wings spread out on the ground below herself and body writhing with pleasure.
Her body wanted it, and deep down she dreaded that her mind wanted it too. Serena whimpered, looking into the soulless lenses of Roadhog’s mask; hearing him grunt with every thrust into her aching cunt.
Slowly, tears began to dew at her eyes as she realized that this was what she needed; that this was the greatest desire of her life. She couldn’t think about returning home; about meeting old friends and saving Innistrad.
No, all she could focus on was how good Roadhog’s cock felt buried within her; how she wanted to live this every day of her life.
Betrayed by her weakness, Serena began to rock against his thrusts, slowly at first as though she wanted to keep her admission a secret.
Of course her tormentor would notice, gruffly snorting and cocking his head to the side with interest. “Oh, you like that; huh?”
Serena bit her lip, her piglike nose twitching as she struggled to come up with a denial. Eventually, she managed to combine her derision and desire into a response. “If you want me to enjoy this, you’ll-rrnt-need to work harder than that.”
To her mingled relief and terror alike, he leaned in close. “With pleasure.”
Roadhog roughly pulled his cock from her aching passage, leaving it yearning for his presence once more. Serena actually whimpered, reaching out her hands for his thick shaft only to pull them back to her chest as she realized how close she’d come to willingly accepting this.
What of her vows? What of her fallen sisters? Would she be able to live with herself if she began to enjoy this earnestly; to succumb to sin?
The choice wasn’t hers to make.
With a loud grunt, Roadhog grabbed her shoulders, turning her over and shoving her breasts into the ground; her face against the pavement. It was muddy, soaked with her sweat and with his, and she could feel the grit against her fat breasts.
Then he speared her again, and she lost all pretensions of resistance.
Serena had never been taken from behind in this way; had never imagined of it. Now that she was living it, the angel desired nothing more than to have the thickest, fattest cock buried deep in her hot cunt.
And as far as cocks went, none were thicker or fatter than his. He grunted loudly, gripping her wings hard with both hands and pulling on them, spreading them behind the angel so that he could have a better look at her face.
“Liking it now?” He grunted, his belly mashed against her ass, their mingled fat jiggling.
“Rrrroink!” Serena replied, almost too insensate with pleasure to think for herself. The trotters that had become of her feet dug into the ground as she struggled to mash her ass back against him; to somehow force him deeper into her canal. “Yeessss!”
The taste of her confession was doul on her lips, but how could she deny such pleasure? Her entire body shook with his every thrust and her eyes began to roll upwards, mind too far gone for even such basic control.
A wetness around her lips told her she was drooling in a shameful, sloppy manner; but the pigangel didn’t care. She only wanted more of his cock; more of him! Who knew that such a violation could feel so good?
“Then it’s time to give you the whole hog!” He grunted loudly, pulling a leather canister from behind himself.
Serena watched as Roadhog connected it to his mask; that hiss of gas filling her floppy ears.
For a moment, she wondered what he intended to do. The unasked question was answered a moment later as his cock twitched within her; then began to grow.
Serena had thought she was full before; thought that her pleasure had peaked. Those memories were a thing of the past now; as Roadhog grew within her to the point of his massive cock actually hurting with every thrust, a good pain that drove the angel insensate.
“Hnnrrrntyeeeess!” She screamed and snorted at the same time, tossing her head back. “A-Avacyn forgive me I’m a pigslut whore rrroink!”
She was actually getting dizzy from this; her head swimming as she felt his tip mash against her womb with every violent thrust; his stamina renewed by whatever substance he had imbibed.
The loud smacking of their fat flesh filled the night, echoing around the streets as sure as Serena’s cries were. Lost to lewdness, the angel squealed, hoping that everyone around would hear her.
“More!” Roadhog grunted, slamming his titanic cock deep into her again and again. Its every throb sent a spasm through Serena’s body; every move of his hips made her cunt squeeze tighter around him.
“I’m a pigslut pigslut I need c-cock!” She blushed as she said the lewd word, profanity so strange coming from her divine lips. But it seemed this encouragement was exactly the sort her partner needed, as he thrust even harder and faster into her.
“More!” He repeated. His hands scooped under her breasts, their rough texture and callouses simply adding more sensation to the haze of ecstasy that was Serena’s new world.
“F-f-f…” She whimpered, almost unable to say the word. It was so vile to say, yet she needed to swear; needed to beg for her pleasure to continue. “F-fuck meeeoink!” Her head jerked forwards as she squealed. “I n-need your fat cock, I need you to fill me pigslut needs cummm!”
“Right answer.”
His grunt was close to her ear as his hands sank deep into her thick sides; then he lifted her as though she weighed no more than a doll. Serena squealed as Roadhog spun her to face him once more, the mud of the ground dripping from her fat, full breasts.
He grabbed both of her legs next, one in each hand, and Serena whimpered as the huge man spread them wide, beginning to lift them higher and higher. Thankfully, her training as a goldnight had made her ready for even this, and the pain she knew she should have felt only came to her as pleasure.
He lifted her legs until they were almost behind her ears; pressed against his broad shoulders. He drove her against the nearest wall, spreading her wings across its tile and mashing her breasts against his chest. He filled her, more than she’d thought possible.
It was here Serena fully lost herself to lust. The proud angel with a sense of decency was no more; now she was as shameless as a whore and she loved it.
She wrapped her wings around his arms, screaming with pleasure as his hot sweat soaked her feathers. She grabbed onto him for support, as though at any second she’d be pulled from this world into another by virtue of pleasure alone. She covered his mask in licks, tasting the unwashed leather and slobbering over it like an animal.
Had the old her been able to see this, she’d have like killed herself on the spot. But the old Serena was dead, leaving behind a brainless beast who couldn’t even think of the right words to express her pleasure.
She didn’t even try to remember how to speak. Instead, she began to squeal and snort, lasciviously licking the man’s mask; his neck; his shoulders. Everywhere she could taste that sweet sweat, she licked. Every way she could move to get closer to him, she moved.
Serena was a beast of passion now, her entire world building, building, building to an orgasm. She could feel it screaming across her nerves, tightening her pounding heart and winding her like a spring.
“Suh-so cloooose!” She managed, the only words she could think of to tell Roadhog how much she needed his stinky, fat body. They did the trick regardless, and he actually hilted himself within her, his engorged length threatening to split her in two.
“HrrrntRRREEEE!” Squealed the angel dumbly, eyes lolling back, spine arching as the dam finally broke. Her sopping sex spilled across his groin, dripping past her round ass onto his thick thighs.
Serena’s pussy throbbed with every second that the orgasm washed over her, walls convulsing as she felt his cock twitch once, twice. With the third, a hot jet of seed rushed into her, thick cum coating her cunt, filling her.
Every hot burst seemed to reach a deeper and deeper part of her; until there was nowhere left and it collected deep within her most sacred of places. It took the angel a moment to realize that she’d surely get pregnant from this; possibly get even fatter with his child.
“Sooorrrnt hoooot!” Serena snorted, her body aching as she bathed in the warmth of his semen, forcing her breathing into a staccato rhythm that almost matched the pounding of her heart.
Roadhog had treated her like a dumb slut and she’d loved it; loved every moment she could be with him. Desperately, aching with the rush of post-coital endorphins, Serena squeezed her eyes tightly shut and buried her face in his neck, mashing her nose against his fat body and breathing deep.
The odor that had once bothered her so much now filled her with an almost carnal joy, its existence a promise that she would be fucked, and fucked hard.