The rain poured deafeningly over the darkened landscape as thick grey rain clouds blotted out the morning sun, casting the area in an obscuring darkness as far as the eye could see. A perfect time for unsavoury individuals to act as a small group of men crossed the grassy hills, two of them armed with long bladed katanas, escorting the dishevelled group of men, ranging from the young to the old with bags over their heads as they made their way towards an abandoned shed near the cluster of trees that sat near the borders of their homeland of Higashi.
As one of the raggedly dressed men falls to their knees, the guards show no mercy, rudely grabbing hold of his shoulders as they lift him back up onto his shaking feet before throwing him onto the back of another fellow prisoner. The pair stumble forward, chains rattling as the one in the lead is forced to bear the weight of his comrade, fearing the consequences of falling as he struggles with the baggage.
A careful inspection of the group revealed them all to be sporting canine features as the armed men kept theirs hidden and safe from the rain under thick layers of armor. Their prisoners though, weren’t as lucky; their ears plastered to their dirty, oily heads of hair as their tails drooped down between their legs, a strong odour emanating from the group only serving to irritate their captors further as the one in the rear begins to shout for them to hurry up, handing out a few kicks and punches for good measure as the road begins to clear of vegetation, a clear path visible now leading to the open doors of the derelict structure, a faint flame burning within as the single occupant within awaited their arrival, patiently rocking the rickety chair he sat on as he eyed the approaching group, pocketed hand fiddling with the satchel inside…
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One dose a day, spike their food, force em to drink it, do as you like…Sure, you technically can force it all down their throats…
Those were the words the prisoners had heard discussed so openly as they knelt beneath their captors feet as they spoke with their mysterious benefactor, their voice modulated by the crimson visored helmet under the pale hood they wore as a deep baritone rasp that served to intimidate and hide the identity of the wearer. But through it, the wiser men could guess this was no local to the area, his voice lacking any noticeable accent they could use to surmise his origins.
Was this some black market deal? Experimental drugs to be tested on some unlucky individuals nabbed from another feud between rival clans? But what did they have to gain from all this?
As they heard the sounds of heavy boots beating down on the muddy ground, away from the rundown house they were currently in, the two men left could be heard chuckling as the sounds of a bag being pried open cuts through the pitter patter of the rain against the roof, its content’s clinking and ringing out as the men seem satisfied, the suspense gnawing away in the chests of the fearful prisoners as one of them makes a break for it, jumping up from his kneeling position into a jerky sprint, unable to stand the idea of being tested on like a lab animal.
It didn’t take much for the others to be discouraged from carrying out their own plans of escape as the bite of Originium Art against mortal flesh rang out followed by the subtle thump of a body hitting the wet floor.
Being reminded of the fact that they still had prisoners to deal with, the men had quickly shepherded the survivors down a stairway crudely dug out into the floorboards as they slid the front door shut, a large sturdy plank that served as a makeshift door to hide the interior if any wandering soul should somehow come across this single structure out in an area no one frequented.
One by one, the bags over the prisoners heads were taken off as they were shoved into an empty room just large enough for the 5 men to squeeze into as they leaned their backs against the wall, struggling to catch their breath as their bodies tried to regain some measure of rest now that they could be seated despite the musty scent of the aging room and the cold floor beneath them.
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Without another word, their captors had simply slammed the door shut before locking it tight, leaving the weary prisoners alone with each other in the darkness as thunder began to drum out from above as the storm began to get worse, as if echoing the situation these men now found themselves in.
All because of some petty rivalry between old clan heads passed down to the newer generation…
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Niket, Doman, Hikari, Melo
Those were the names of the four other prisoners Asui had gotten to know in their short time spent together with the bags finally off their heads, the five of them talking amongst themselves to take their minds off of their impending fates as best they could.
Niket and Doman were simple travelling partners, not even native to Higashi but somehow ending up embroiled in the feud between both ruling clans of the nation. Despite the vibrant culture and society of modern Higashi, the older members of the Kougon and Mitsumoto clans still held hatred for each other, and even for their own, resulting in constant defections across both sides along with the usual conflict.
Hikari was a bodyguard for the Kougon clan’s establishments. Being an Oni, it made sense that he would’ve seen much combat along with his race’s famed reputation for being extra hardy, a worthy repertoire for the position.
Melo on the other hand, was the inverse of the Oni brute; a young Aegir man that didn’t look very capable of much fighting much less simple physical activity. Instead, what caught the eyes of his fellow prisoners were the traces of Originium crystals beginning to emerge from under his pale skin; a sign of one afflicted with Oripathy brought on from exposure to raw Originium left behind from a Catastrophe or in rarer cases, the particles emitted from the degeneration of a person too far gone to save and left exposed to the elements. Left starving and homeless, no one bat an eye as he was simply lifted off the streets and into the transport that had taken them to the far edges of the country where no one ventured.
Asui fell in line with Niket and Doman in that he had just been an ordinary person on his way back from work the night before an explosion had rocked the entertainment district of town as a minor conflict broke out between two sides.
The last thing he remembered was taking cover behind a rubbish bin before some masked individuals had socked him clean on the face. The same men now holding them captive.
Right as he finishes his own introduction, the door to the room slams open as one of the hooded men yells at them all to get up and face the walls, grabbing the closest one by the door as Melo sheepishly complied, shoved outside as the doors slid shut as quickly as it had been opened.
In less than 10 seconds, the group was now down a member.
It was a sleepless night for the group as they huddled up as best they could, not hearing a word from the outside ever since Melo had been taken. Although they felt bad for the kid, they knew shouting and banging on the door’s would do no good. Even Hikari had given up after testing the walls, whatever material reinforcing their structure being too much for even an Oni to tear down, his body still weakened by the long walk and repressive drugs flowing in his bloodstream.
Eventually, the weariness of their bodies would claim the men one by one as they fell asleep, Asui huddled up close to the wall as he wrapped the shredded robes they had replaced his business suit with to get some warmth in the biting cold of the night, the faint rattle of wood still audible above as the rain continued to pour…
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Coming to on a cold wet table, Asui winces as the glaring white light above illuminates his surroundings, his arms and legs restrained by chains nailed crudely to the table as his muffled earring slowly clears, the shape of one of his captors walking into view as he called for his partner, the stifled cries of a woman fading into giggles and sighs as the thump of her body hitting the floor rings out.
What the hell was going on? Struggling to break free, the normal Aegir man had no hope as he felt the cold bite of the iron restraints against his wrists and ankles, the sneers of the second man as he returned stark naked drawing his attention, the strong stench of sex wafting into his nostrils as Asui cringes in disgust, noticing a makeshift gag now wrapped around his mouth.
As he shifts his neck to the side though, Asui’s eyes widen at the sight of a Perro woman lying naked on the floor, her lean slender body bound in ropes as a third man continues to take her from behind. Noticing Asui’s gaze on her, her empty eyes seem to focus for a moment, her emotionless brow rising in recognition before a ditzy smile splits her attractive face, foxy eyes narrowing into a seductive look as cum drips down her lips.
Before she cries out playfully as their gazes are broken by the third man tugging on the leather collar around her neck, leering down at her as they share a sloppy kiss.
“Like what we did with that boy? This drug’s a miracle!”
Hearing the words of the woman's partner, Asui’s mind roiled with the implications as the two men yell at their accomplice to keep his mouth shut, followed by an unapologetic response as he resumed ravishing the female Perro, her cries ringing out in glee as he tugged on her tail, his view being cut off as the clothed man grabs his arms, his partner stalking over with a syringe, an ominous orange fluid sloshing around inside the transparent body.
But the man’s words continued to ring inside his head. ‘That boy’? Did he mean Melo? Was that voluptuous young woman the same frail teenager afflicted with a severe stage of Oripathy? But there wasn’t a trace of the crystals to be found on her, and Melo had been an Aegirian boy, not a Perro woman.
Unless that was what had made whatever they’d given the poor kid ‘miraculous’. Changing someone’s gender and even their genetics were one thing, but curing Oripathy? That was the thing that stuck out in Asui’s mind.
Before he could think any further though, Asui bites down on the gag as he feels the pinprick sensation of the needle piercing skin as it’s contents began to flow throughout his body, a sickly yellow glow beginning to pulse through his veins as he immediately began to feel it’s effects, clenching down hard as his fingers tore at his palms, back arching up as he screamed into the gag at the sensation of what felt like burning coals appearing throughout his body, burning him up from the inside as his body began to excrete a slick coating of sweat, pooling and dripping off of him to join the puddles of Melo’s making.
Stepping back to prevent being hit, the men watched from the sidelines as even the third stopped his rigorous thrusting, watching in the dark as the trashing figure of Asui began to change, the lack of a ragged cloak around him revealing the transformation process as his body began to shrink and pulse with shifting flesh, bones snapping as they reshaped to fit the lengthy slender limbs that had replaced the bulky forearms and rather normal looking calves, flesh and fat fitting into place to give them a rather alluring look as his skin softened, cleansing itself of hair and calluses as his feet turned petite, chipped nails smoothing out into pink calcium covers as they throbbed and spasmed in response to the rest of Asui’s changing body.
At this point, Asui’s arms had slipped free from their restraint with how his entire frame had shrunk enough for the swinging dainty fists to come free, sweaty skin making the rusted cuffs slip loose.
Another pained cry resounds in the room as Asui arches his rapidly curving spine, thrusting his chest up into the air as his curvy legs jiggle with new layers of fat, tanned skin now reflecting the yellow light of the lamp as it shone with sweat, the dark coloration fading for a pale white as his DNA begins to be overwritten, gradually losing more of himself with each passing second as his Aegian features begin to fade; pointed ears retracting inward as his small crustacean protrusions recede entirely, consumed by pale skin as a fluffy dark tail erupts from above his heart shaped rear, a high pitched scream muffled by the gag accompanying the change as his body structure snapped and reformed to fit the new anatomy of the female kind as budding breasts begin to flower from his once bare chest, eventually sagging down across the sculpted valleys of toned flesh and muscle that adorned his belly as voluptuous D-cup breasts that rose and fell with each breath, rosy pink nipples at their tips perking straight up in need.
No longer resembling his former self as Asui began to look like a perfect replica of the Perro woman that had now fallen silent on the floor, the final change would forever seal his fate as a healthy spray of semen stains the floor in front of the examination table he laid on, his throbbing member engorged and erect, making its final statement before giving in, shrinking down into the glistening folds that had opened up between Asui’s thighs as the former testicles slurped back inside with an audible pop that forces a half-groan half-moan out of the new woman’s mouth as her brown eyes roll up into the back of her head at the orgasmic sensation of her former manhood now rubbing up against her new innards, trashing her head left and right as her mind struggled to comprehend the new sensations assaulting her, hips thrusting up in animalistic lust as she came for the first time, the tiny nub of flesh teased by the sudden spray of milky fluids from within her lower maw as she fell back onto the table with a wet splat, her peachy rear jiggling on impact as the newly formed canine ears atop her soaking wet mane of raven black hair drooped lazily over her lovely features twisted into a dazed look of bliss as her tongue lolled out of pillowy lips. Rapid breaths sending her chest rising and falling as her tail struggled to move under her weight, slender shoulders twitching ever so slightly as the men drew near to examine their latest work…
While they had no idea who they were looking at besides a drop dead gorgeous babe, the woman that had replaced Asui and Melo had a striking similarity to the wandering monk known by few as Saga, a whimsical fellow that housed tremendous combat capabilities despite her rather modest upbringing and background.
Unlike the actual thing though, the clones that had been grown from the bodies and minds of Asui and Melo were hardly capable of even lifting a shortsword, much less actually using a weapon. For all intents and purposes, they only bore physical similarities to the famed warrior monk, with a few minor discrepancies between them; from the oversized furry tails to their much larger bust size.
Another side effect obviously clear just by gazing at Asui’s sweat slick body still convulsing in need was the overwhelming pleasure that racked their new bodies, unsuitable for any purpose besides working the red light district back in town, the fate their captors had decided on for them all once they continued on with their work to finish transforming the three remaining men into perverted replicas of the beautiful Saga.
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It had only taken a few hours of ‘training’ to break in their second creation, the former Asui reduced to nothing more than a mindless slave that followed every order given to her by her loving partners as they tended to her every need.
Although Asui’s fragmented mind still existed in some shape or form, every now and then regaining control for a brief moment that lasted slightly longer if she happened to relapse while resting, being able to move her new body slightly as she watched her fellow captives suffer the same fate she had before her mind was blacked out from the sudden sensation of something hard being forced into her rear as the slut within returned in force.
Though she did remember the smile on her face at the sight of Hikari managing to land a punch on one of the men before she inevitably became overpowered by the drugs coursing through her as the now much larger man simply punished her then and there, diminishing her hopes as she watched the former Oni give in to her new body's needs and the mindblowing sensation of having sex as a lusty woman.
Now rendered as nothing more than a pet for her owners, Asui’s identity began to fade with each black out, eventually not even realizing she was in control, until she just stopped thinking for herself, fusing with her new persona as a prostitute that worked on the streets for her masters, earning coin alongside her sisters that similarly, no longer had any semblance of their former lives remaining in their new bodies as they willingly let themselves be taken by anyone with the coin to pay for their services as their masters profitted, eventually moving in to a new establishment in the city itself, stashing their old belongings in the basement along with the bag they had received from the stranger, unaware of the last vial still containing some of the unstable fluids as the room soon became derelict and forgotten.
Eventually though, word and badmouthing would begin to spread of the illustrious monk being caught whoring herself out on the streets of her homeland, drawing the ire of a certain organization of powerful individuals hell bent on exposing the truth behind the rumours.
Needless to say, the gang wouldn’t last long against the veteran Operators of Rhodes Island as they came in force, accompanying Saga herself as they came across the lounge the scoundrels used as a base, unable to process the sight of five women lying dazed on the gaudy bed. If they hadn’t known better, they would’ve mistaken them all for their comrades' relatives.
Never knowing of the flawed serum, the group would leave with the unresponsive women in tow, hoping they could at least find out more about the strange resemblance to Saga, and if not, provide them some measure of care and rehab as they left the now empty building behind, the only life lingering within being the flies attracted to the corpses of the bandits and gang members.
Along with a certain creature stirring in the basement where the gang had stashed their older equipment from the hideout they once used, slinking away through a crack in the wall with its gelatinous body leaving no trace of its presence behind…
THE END