Transcript Start<br /><br />Image 1 by Douya233 : <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/13779480">www.pixiv.net/en/users/1377948&hellip;</a><br /><br />Image 2 by HiraiYuzuki : <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/676740">www.pixiv.net/en/users/676740</a><br /><br />Cosplay by AstasiaDream : <a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://twitter.com/astasiadream?lang=en">twitter.com/astasiadream?lang=&hellip;</a><br /><br />"Aleksandra? We're ready for the next one whenever you are&#8230;you alright there? You look a little&#8230;distant."<br /><br />Out near the shores of a vast lake stands a young lady dressed in curious garb. Decorated with hints of Eastern influence and random pieces pulled straight out of a fantasy game. From plastic horns to extravagant cuffs adorning the fine hands that held a rickety prop up against the fading rays of an evening sun cresting beyond the forested horizon. It's shimmering glow, captured in the pearly depths of ebony eyes. Dilated and empty while cotton-lobed ears twitch as if picking up on the mildly concerned voice of her male companion nearby, choosing not to or was otherwise unable to respond as her stoic pose stiffens upon the sight of the toy in her grip. Instilling a sense of dread within her steadily beating heart. Throbbing at a steady pace far removed from the urgency and panic spreading throughout her very being for reasons that were gradually beginning to fade from memory despite how quickly she had picked up on the fact that there was something very wrong with her weapon.<br /><br />And in the next second, a frown would paint itself across her formerly emotionless visage. Doubting her own mind once new information begins to surface, credible knowledge that only reinforces itself once her eyes begin to wander. First, over the fake bow crafted out of hand painted molds pieced together. Why did she even think that something this fake was a certifiable weapon? Sure, she could book someone over the head with its blunted edges, but launching arrows? How stupid of her&#8230;the damn thing was from a game anyway.<br /><br />And then came the matter of her clothes; why she even felt saddened by the crumpled, glossy material was beyond her. The outfit was simply that; one she would only be wearing for a short period of time before it went back to the closet until the next time she had a need for it. A convention maybe&#8230;or if her boyfriend ever wanted to do some softcore roleplay in the sheets to spice up the occasional evening romp where it would all come off eventually, peeling away like the skin of a fruit to get at her soft, tender innards&#8230;yes, that sounded much better than the ill-conceived notion of being some fantasy character whose entire backstory was just endless toil for little reward at all. She was the subject of a photoshoot, not a hardcore roleplay adept. Feeling little for the blue haired wench she was dressed up as for the time being in a mockery of the character's already hyper sexualised attire. Exposing a gratuitous amount of pale, sensitive skin through salacious cutouts that left little to the imagination. Biting back a sensual purr as a passing wind stimulates the nerve ends within her breasts. Intangible fingers of air tracing the perfect spheres of hefty D-cups swollen with mother's milk, pinching at inert nipples that twitch for a millisecond before hardening into cute, strawberry tinted mounds. Soiling the front of the extravagant, raven black leotard as sweet nectar begins to drip from her teats. Freshly heated from the carnal flames dancing within the lascivious vixen's body once the last of her pesky doubts give way to full on depravity.<br /><br />"It's nothing babe, just a little headache is all."<br /><br />"A little headache huh? Once we're all done here&#8230;how about some R&amp;R in that outfit of yours? God knows how it makes you look a whole lot more&#8230;"<br /><br />"Slutty? I guessed as much. I can fuckin' feel just how wet I'm getting in this thing~"<br /><br />As she turns to face her man to take on one final pose with a knowing look in her eyes, Aleksandra would be affirmed of her own identity. Firmly believing herself to be a pure blooded Estonian gal living the dream with her one and only highschool sweetheart whose passion for photography had evidently gelled well with her debauched talents in showing off every last inch of her attractive European bod. Knowing full well what made the horny masses throwing money at her grow wild with unabashed glee once Albar was done capturing her immaculate likeness in film before post processing work and filter magic did the rest. Thankfully for her though, it didn't seem like her boyfriend minded much, just as long as he could he could ravish her for all time in the myriad outfits they had stashed away, he couldn't care less about the photos she wanted to take&#8230;<br /><br />Not a single trace of the steadfast, half-blooded secretary remained to be seen within the pale, voluptuous form of Aleksandra, who could no longer remember the brief moment of respite she had hoped to earn amidst the bustling streets of a harbor city consumed in festive cheer. A joyous mood that had left the Qixing's most vital member vulnerable to a surprise attack that had gone completely beneath her notice while she made her way through the crowd. Only realizing something was truly amiss by the time she had walked right through a spatial tear in space-time of her own accord. Feeling a sinister hand close around her body, defiling it from inside out, rotting her beliefs while instilling new ones&#8230;until she had stood upon the shores of a lake near her hometown in the present. Finishing the last shot for today's gravure before walking the short walk back home close enough for Albar to squeeze a bubbly right ass cheek as his large hand peels away the flowery hem of her dress to get at her fattened rump. Squeezing her bountiful goods in an inadvertent move that scours the last synapses clean of anything related to Ganyu from his girlfriend's mind just in time for them to head on upstairs, ready to seal the deal as the eager Estonian slut drops to her knees. But not before disrobing herself to reveal a cow print bikini beneath the leotard. Shooting Albar a cheeky peace sign while aligning a cute headband over her wig. Awaiting her stud's girth in a final act that would cement Ganyu's fate to be fictionalized forevermore in a world that thought little of her feats or devotions to an equally fictitious deity&#8230;<br /><br />Transcript End<br /><br /><span>Another depower/generification caption this time on the Cocogoat herself being goated in our world...haha puns...</span><br /><br /><span>Link to my Discord for if you wanna hang with like minded peeps :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk">discord.gg/6kruMRX9jk</a><br /><br /><span>Link to my Patreon where I upload exclusive caps and stories if you feel like supporting me with a small fee :&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/YakerTG">www.patreon.com/YakerTG</a>