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Peter and Dash: A Turn Part III By Wolverine Three Marines slowly worked their way toward the door. The door was dark and gloomy and the growth on it was years old, but behind the door lay the salvation for what they had called their universe. The first Marine planted the explosive on the door and ran back to join the others behind the rocks nearby. The explosive flashed and as the smoke cleared the Marines felt the universe's salvation resting upon their shoulders. They would be heroes; Lady Red's demise would be because of the select few that had gone in to take her out. They would be remembered for... the door was still there. A peculiar glow came from the door now. The Marines stared at it. The glow floated over to the men, who now froze in horror. The first Marine looked over at the others as the hair crept down his shoulders. He felt the tits pushing against his shirt and saw the same effect happening to the others. His face began to burn as he felt his lower region reorganizing itself. He wouldn't be banging his wife any time soon. The others began groaning as their forms became even more feminine. Soon all three Marines looked like a bunch of big-breasted women in the middle of the woods. The first Marine's mind began to fade as his services were focused on two new objectives: fuck and serve Lady Red. *** The Marine commander watched from afar as his three men were transformed. He took down his binoculars as they ripped off their uniforms and went to work on each other. He silently cursed to himself. Three more men lost to it. The first patrol had discovered it, disappeared and then they had found five nymphos in the middle of these God forsaken woods, all of which were eliminated immediately before they could transform anyone else. And then the next group to try it had tried to manually open it, they met a similar fate. And now this patrol had met their fate. They would be eliminated soon. The Marine commander, whose name was Craig Vasquez, returned to his makeshift office. The Marines had been deployed here to find ruins that might possess a secret to stopping Lady Red. These woods, which lie in the middle of North America, showed a high amount of sexual energy on the technology Director Norris had developed. With him part of Lady Red, many of his projects, like the Agents, had now turned against their intended controllers. At least his detection programs still worked and that brought them here. Every attempt to enter the "tomb" had failed. His next attempt would be done from even farther away and Vasquez hoped it wouldn't lead to more terminations. *** Vasquez positioned himself and his men as far away from the door as possible, with bombs planted on the door far, far away. He'd press the button so if anything were to happen, it would fall on his shoulders and he'd more likely be the servant to the mindless masses than his men. Vasquez had his men clear out and then got ready to press the button, one that might ensure he wouldn't make it home to his wife in Arelyn. Vasquez's finger hovered above the button. He had to open the door if Lady Red were to be stopped. And then his family would not be one of the mindless ones. A hand hovered above his and Vasquez jumped back to se find a man standing in front of him in a tunic. Vasquez ripped out his sidearm and pointed it at the man. "Don't waste your bullets," the man said to Vasquez. "Get out of my way. What are you? One of Red's servants?" Vasquez asked, his finger about to squeeze. "No, I'd just rather you not push that button." Vasquez saw the man's angle and opened fire on him. The bullets passed through the mysterious man like he was air. The man gave Vasquez a bored look and waited for him to finish firing. Vasquez looked at him stunned and reached for his back up clip. "What are you?" "I'm something you need, Craig. For someone who fights Red on a regular basis you sure leave your mind open. She could probably force herself into you without much effort. Gotta watch out for that, it isn't pleasant." "Are you with her?" "No. I thought I already answered that. I can't really explain what I am right now. I guess the closest comparison is a ghost." "What are you after?" "I'm trying to figure out what is going on here. It seems I've been away for a while. Red's got some serious power since then. Now, I want you to listen carefully. What ever you do, don't press that button." "But Red's weakness is behind that door. The body of her original self is back there." "Hmmm. I figure you got that info from some professor. I've got to get to Arelyn it seems. Now, you're right, her body is in there. And yes her weakness is in there too, but trust me, this ain't the way to do it. You don't want that door open this way." "Wait. You can't touch me can you?" "No, but... NO! Don't even try it. I promise you, you don't want to do this this way. Think about Sandy, your wife and Jack. You won't be you." "My men will kill me. And I'll have this door open. Then they can get her body and kill her." Vasquez pressed the button. The man couldn't stop him and just hung his head in disappointment. "You don't understand. All you've seen is the mindless ones. They aren't all like that. Craig, I'll free you once I get out. I needed you as you, you could've helped me out of here. Now, you've fucked yourself and your men. I can't help them or you now. I promise you'll see your wife again. Goodbye for now. Try to fight it as long as you can." The man faded away and Vasquez collapsed to the ground. That was the freakiest thing he'd seen. A darkness crept up around Vasquez, but he couldn't see it. it was something that had to be felt. It reached up to Vasquez's shoulders and he felt a crack and then a massage like feeling. Vasquez looked at his shoulders and now saw the darkness swirling around his arms, making them daintier, like a woman's. His shoulders now hung softly like a woman's. Vasquez knew what was happening and jumped up. The darkness swirled around him as he tried to run. The darkness flowed into his mouth and through his nostrils, drowning Vasquez. He hunched over as the darkness worked its way through him. Black hair with a slight twinge of red poured down his soft shoulders and back while his back arched. Vasquez began groaning, the darkness making his voice higher and higher. His hips began pushing out as his face became softer and softer. Vasquez was willing his sex to change now. His nympho mindset was setting in and he was becoming she. But this she, this soon-to-be Latin beauty, wasn't the typical nympho. Vasquez's nipples flared up and doubled in size. She began pushing her tits out while she worked away at her vagina. Sandy's face ran through her head and her son tickled her thoughts. The lust built. She knew how to get into Arelyn. She'd get in and make her family like her. And then Sandy would love fucking forever. Lady Red's initiatives flooded into Vasquez's head and fused with him. Crissa was a new woman. She removed the Marine uniform like a proper lady would; her style was her best feature next to her 'D' breasts. She grinned, letting whatever thoughts she had enjoyed as Craig be saturated in her own mindset. Craig was Crissa, body and soul. She was the physical representation of Craig's own internal desires for his sister and Sandy. It felt good to be so horny, but it would feel better when she began filling her cravings. Crissa knew her men would return soon and by all means, she could change back into Craig and let him lure them in unwittingly. Then she could change in front of them and make them all her babies. Crissa loved her mind, it was so lovely. And she loved Lady Red. She would fuck her once they met. Crissa grinned as she saw the men coming through the woods and let her body begin to shift back into Craig. The darkness that had created Crissa Vasquez wasn't the only thing that escaped from the tomb however. *** Arelyn, the last refuge of normal people lay not far away from the site ironically enough. It's walls were guarded 24/7 by the elite Marines, each one trained to terminate a fellow Marine without hesitation in order to prevent the spread of the mindless ones. The people of the city had come to rely on ground cars once again since Lady Red had taken a strangle hold on the resources needed to make a majority of Arelyn's technology. So much of the technology within Arelyn had become rundown and required constant maintenance to keep up the necessary defenses against Lady Red. Arelyn had once just been a design for a quarantined city when Lady Red's legions began spreading a few years earlier. The sudden onset of "war" lead to the development of an assload of new technology, much of which blew people's minds and a new government that existed outside Lady Red's sphere of control, the Remnant. The Remnant's Marines had come from the world's armies and quickly evolved into an organization efficient at eliminating the mindless ones. But the mindless ones called upon a power no one had seen before Lady Red, real magic. That was Chester's job to work out. Chester Omura was the Minister of Defense in Arelyn, it was his job to find every last source of info on Lady Red and ways to counter her. Denial of her existence had passed when the mindless ones spread too far. Lady Red was global now and it was a matter of time before they were all her slaves. But Chester accepted it was worth delaying. He had no wish to rush into womanhood. Chester now traveled toward the Arelyn control tower in the elevator. This meeting was to brief everyone on the failure of the tomb operation and their next great idea. Chester could feel his tits already waiting for him to let them out. But not yet. The Arelyn council was composed of people from every continent, the best and brightest of each. They had been very focused towards fighting Lady Red since the beginning, which was progress at least. Every one smiled at Chester as he entered, followed by the Minister of War and the Minister of Domestic Affairs. With the failure of the recent mission, doomsday was approaching. As with every meeting, this could be the last operation they pull off before they all turned into the mindless ones. "Okay, I'm going to get straight to the point," said the Minister of War. "Operation: Tomb Raider failed miserably. Our men have all disappeared only leaving tattered uniforms. Commander Vasquez was nowhere to be found and the camp was trashed. The tomb was opened but it has been cleaned out with fire and every last incantation Mr. Omura has provided us. With this failure to stop lady Red, we have one last effort. If it fails, we're good as whores. Lady Red has been building up enough of her women to overrun us soon. And our population dwindles more and more with overcrowding and starvation. And our outlying Marines are falling to her forces left and right. We're going to be joining her soon if we don't do something offensive now." "What do you propose?" asked one of the Council members, a non- minister. The Minister of War nodded and went into his briefing. "I'm bringing together elites to send in one small force. They'll insert themselves into Lady Red's capital city, defending themselves from the incantation she placed around it with the incantations Minister Omura found. They'll make their way through the city as smoothly as possible and avoid any female contact. They'll get inside what we believe to be her 'palace' and take out Lady Red. Hopefully they can get her blade to and return it here where we should be able to destroy it. That's the plan." The council spoke amongst themselves for a while. Chester admitted it was risky but he liked its straight forward approach. it was a worthy attempt. He believed it would fail though. And he wouldn't be here when it fell through. It was time to return to the forest and lay low as long as he could. They could give him peace there, he knew it. Minister Omura smiled at the council members, it would be their last days as normal men and women and he couldn't pity them more. *** The team itself was assembled and sent on its mission a few days later. The small, 5 man team now hid in a rundown building on the outskirts of Lady Red's capital "city". Their commander, Holden Washington, poured over maps to find an entry point into the old city hall building she used as her "palace". Phillips kept watch out while Jackson watched his back with his machine gun. Crane, the team's only female sat with the last member of the team, Nelson. Nelson was the tech on the mission while Crane was just another grunt. With long hair and maybe without a sports bra, Crane would've had guys all over her, but as it stood, she was their manly woman. She was as feared as any of the men. And trusted more than many. Washington called everyone over to show them the insertion point once he found it. Nelson confirmed it and programmed it into their linked GPS armbands. It called for insertion into a small sewage line long since out of service. They could carve their ways out of the sewers in a remote part of the building and hopefully it wouldn't be too much altered from the original city hall plans. And hopefully, Red's nasty little creations hadn't' spread into the sewers as they'd spread into the wildlife. *** The team made their way to the entry to the sewers with no spottings. The entry into the sewers went smoothly. Now, it was just a matter of reaching the drill point without being spotted by anyone or killed by on of Red's monstrous creations. Their rifles were all set to silent fire in case it got nasty and everyone was trained to kill the others if they began to turn. The incantation was meant to protect them from Red's magic, but it wasn't completely reliable. Washington led the team, followed by Crane, then Nelson with his armband going at constant pulse, then Jackson and Phillips, back to back, watching backwards in forwards for anything. As they pushed deeper into the sewers, the air began to reek of death and sex. Red had been busy down here, but the effects weren't too apparent. Strange plants with small barbs littered the sides of the sewer system. The team made its way into the open area that was designated as the drill site. Washington and Nelson would take care of drilling while Crane secured the surrounding sewer. Jackson and Phillips would keep watch while she was out. *** Crane traveled a few tunnels away from the "camp" to secure everything. The plant life was becoming denser and the air smelled more of sex here than anything. To Crane, the mindless ones made her feel ashamed to be a woman. She hated them for it. That was why she was here: to gain some honor for... she tripped. Crane rifle slid a few feet from her and became tangled in some of the plants. Crane hefted herself up and groaned. These plants were annoying. She ripped out her knife and went to work, slashing away at the vines. She hacked away with the combat knife, not wanting one plant to live past this moment. Nothing tripped her and got away with it. After finishing her job, she stood up satisfied with the dead plants around her. She recovered her rifle and began to walk back to the drill site. Then she noticed the plants around beginning to bloom. The colors were a deep crimson, obviously a trademark of their creator. Crane couldn't resist checking them out though. They were pretty, quite remarkable. Things of such beauty didn't appear much often in Arelyn. Crane felt a sting in her arm. She looke down to see a small red dot on her arm with a black speck sticking out of it. the speck wriggled and she felt something burning into her arm. Crane held in the scream out of concern for stealth. Another prick hit her arm an soon she was bombarded by similar pricks. The plants were shooting her! The burning hit her entire skin. She ran, thorns hitting and burrowing into her skin, back to the drill site. *** Crane was covered in sweat by the time she reached the site. Everyone snapped to attention to check her concern. Crane caught her breath, shocked that the red dots had disappeared from her body. The stinging had disappeared as well. Crane held up a hand to her teammates to calm them. "Crane, you okay? What happened?" Washington asked. "I pissed off the plants. They decided to pelt me. Burned like a bitch too. I should be okay though," Crane said with a slight grin. She felt high and in better shape than ever. "Okay, I'll trust your judgment. No mindless drones though, right?" "Nope, none. We should be fine here." "Okay, we've set up the equipment. It's going to take all night for it to drill through, so everyone get some shuteye, now. Phillips, you have first watch. Then Jackson. Then Nelson. Then Crane. And then me if we go that long. Okay, hit the sack!" Everyone found their positions on the floor as Washington flipped on the drill to work silently through the night. It would melt their hole into the building above and then they'd crawl through. *** Chester Omura made his way to the edge of Arelyn, to the "back" gate. It was a long forgotten way, deep in the sewers of Arelyn. Chester viewed the plant growth down here with keen interest; the red flowers were beyond anything the normal person would've seen in Arelyn. Now they would see many of similar beauty, though he doubted they would possess the mental capacity to appreciate it. Chester clutched the medallions providing him with protection from Red's influence tightly underneath his cloak. He could live out the rest of his days in peace and safety with all the incantations he knew. And he'd live in the forest where he had had so many adventures as a kid. The sound of footsteps alarmed Chester. A man in a white tunic approached from the depths of the sewers. As Chester focused on him, the man faded. Chester's throat locked up. Was it one of Red's minions? Didn't matter, his incantations would protect him. The next feeling Chester felt was the feeling of an arm across his throat, pushing him against the wall. The man in the white tunic stared him dead in the face. "Who? What? Who are you?" Chester asked. The man grinned. "Haven't had anyone care about that in a while. Been napping really. I'm someone you don't need to worry about right now, though I doubt you really care about anything anymore Chester. I know what fate you'll meet considering your destination and best of luck to you. But right now, you're condemning everyone with a soul to a horrible existence as a mindless drone. I frown upon letting that happen. Now, hold still. It's taking all my concentration not to kill you." The man said. "How'd you know? Wait. Doesn't matter. If you're doing what I think you're doing, you know Arelyn is doomed sooner or later." "At this rate, yes. I assure you, I will change the tide of this 'war'. I've got the info out of your head that I need though. I've got to stop that team." The man released Chester. "So you'll help doom us as well? I took you for a savior type. Still, I don't like something like you floating around freely to cause me trouble later. Want a taste of this?" Chester produced a strange trinket from his pocket. "Please don't even try that. It isn't worth trying. I'm leaving anyways." The man faded away as quickly as he had appeared, leaving Chester afraid and alone in the dark sewers. *** Crane fell asleep on a high, feeling absolutely great after her fight with the plants and run. She was completely refreshed. She lay in the "camp", listening to the others fall asleep. She could hear their breathing. In fact, she could smell them. She could smell their maleness. Crane felt a warmth in her crotch. Her training kicked in to alert her that this wasn't normal; she hadn't had sex in six years! But Crane droned it out. She was listening to a different voice now. It told her to move onto the men, let them enjoy her glory and make them enjoy everything she was beginning to feel. Long red hair flowed around her shoulders. She couldn't go around looking like a man anymore. Crane slowly pulled her shirt off, trying to remain as quiet as possible with the strange sounds her body was making. Crane panted in the darkness, completely nude, with her body straining with the changes. Crane grinned through the sweat. Her tits were done and her body felt absolutely great. Her sweet smell floated up to her nose, it would soon reach the men and make them come to her. Crane felt a tendril wrapping around her leg, snaking its way up her body. It was her "mother". The vines kept coming around her and she basked in their feeling. Two of the vines worked their way into her vagina, setting off the pleasure centers there. Another two each worked their way into her nipples, further making her horny. She didn't hold back the feeling anymore. Crane's scream pierced the darkness as she let the last bit of her humanity go. She was a basic organism now, bent on reproducing. She was but an extension of the seed the Red Lady had planted so many years ago. The men came to her, not fully realizing they were under her smells control. The plant embraced them and directed the first's throbbing member into its vagina. Crane's beautiful face smiled at him, the vines in her vagina and nipples pumping chemicals galore into her, making her even more plantlike and assimilating what human parts it would require to make more. The plant's mind recognized this as Phillips. She thrust away at the wet vagina that was now filled with a sweet secretion that also worked its way into him. Crane's arms wrapped around Phillips and she screamed out of pleasure. Her orgasms ripped through the plant's mind. And when Phillip's semen injected deep into the plant, it adopted the new DNA. The plant was becoming more animal now and it started to like it. Pleasure was one of the feelings animals hogged. Phillips fell away from Crane with a grasp. She basked in the plant feelings even more, her mind completely gone. Phillips began to change into a being similar to Crane, her DNA and the plant's chemicals working through his veins. His green hair and red eyes gave a new eroticism to this being and as he pushed out his mammaries, Phillips' true mind disappeared and became a mindless drone. It called out for its mother, wanting to give all its glorious genetic information to the plant. The vines were a welcome feeling as they worked into her. Then Washington showed up with a angry look on his face. He could resist the pheromones around him. But Washington also saw the others coming toward both Phillips and Crane, who both moaned in mindless, orgasmic pleasure. They were part of this thing now and he couldn't help them, but he had the rest of the team to protect. Problem was, his weapon was in the grasp of a plant tendril across the floor. Washington felt a tickle at his leg and looked down in the darkness to see the outline of a vine tickling his leg. Washington jumped back into a solid, but soft, object. He turned to see that he had bumped into a man in a white tunic. The man frowned at the scene and pushed Washington to the side. An uplifting feeling hit Washington, but his instincts didn't kick in to stop any changes from happening. Whatever had just touched him had been so pure it had knocked out his fears for a few seconds. Jackson's scream signified another member added to the plant and it seemed Nelson was working his way toward Phillips. Luckily, the man in white grabbed the young man and Nelson regained his senses. He fled to Washington. The man in white allowed the plant tendrils to wrap around him, but as they did, they wilted. The plant whipped back, the transformed team members screamed in agony. The plant withdrew back into the tunnels, which it had come, leaving the two surviving Marines and the man in white behind. The man turned to them and smiled. Washington leapt for his gun and pointed it at the man. No one was to be trusted. "Don't worry, Washington, I'm not an enemy. I doubt you could kill me with that anyways. All you'll do is call mindless drones to us and you both will end up like some of the people I'm sure you've seen transformed," the man said. Washington lowered his gun. He then began examining Nelson. "Don't worry, they didn't get him. Though I couldn't do anything about it just yet. I've only got a limited bit of power." "Who are you?" Washington asked. "Well, I'm not one of those things and I'm definitely not one of Red's followers. That's about all you have to concern yourself with." "You got a name? You do seem to know mine." "I have a knack for reading minds. But unfortunately, I haven't decided on a name yet. I'm a very complex individual. Cause you see, some people used to call me... No, there isn't time. You can't go through with this mission. If you can make it through the vines down here, you'll just add more intelligence to Red's armies. You have the gate codes for Arelyn in your head. You can get the entire Red army into Arelyn under the guise of a victorious army. Red knows you're coming, she can feel things. Fortunately, I'm not among them, else she'd probably destroy Arelyn right now, Vasquez could do it just as easily." "And we're supposed to just walk away from this and let my men's deaths be in vain? How can you ask me to walk away from this?" "Easy, you have to walk away, okay?" "No. We have a mission." "Dammit. Vasquez became a nympho, a smart one, because he wouldn't listen to me. Now he's thinking like a fucking whore and intentionally pushing Red's influence outward. I don't want that to happen again. Now, being that I'm not a full being just yet, touching you and concentrating could kill you. But wait, obviously, you're like Mr. Omura. How many incantations he put on you? Dammit. I need you to understand, you will doom Arelyn sooner than I can allow. Please, trust me, I don't want you to wind up like Vasquez." "Okay. Okay. Dammit, I'll do it. We'll make our way back to Arelyn. Need anything else?" "Yeah, I need my sword. Though there isn't much you can do about that. I'll bet Red has it. But you could tell me... yes, there it is. Sorry, I'll get out of your head now. Make your way back; don't rest till you're out. I'm afraid that plant might adapt some of the incantations Omura put on you and then we're all fucked. You gotta get out safely. I'm going now. Hurry back to Arelyn. Tell them the tides are changing." The man faded away. *** New Craneville was a clean little town. A clean little town with two very erotic females living in one of the houses, Whitney and her 7 year old daughter, Terry. This mother and daughter lived with Whitney's mom and her sister... or more Tucker's mom and sister, who had become his sister, Whitney. But this Whitney was a creation of an Entity who had become a massive part of Tucker. She was based on the real Whitney, just really, really, really horny. Now she had had Peter's daughter and was living out her days, fighting her natural temptations to spread herself and fuck her mother and the real Whitney again. They were so erotic when they let out their inner nymphos. A man in a white tunic approached Whitney's residence. He grimaced at what shame lie within the house itself. Something that he had had a hand in. But that was past now and as long as Whitney remained true to her swear to no longer change people, no harm would come to her. Whitney was teaching Terry the art of seduction as the man in a tunic entered. Whitney grinned sexily at him, her scent reaching his nose. He put up a hand. "Sorry, you'd die if you touched me. And Tucker is still part of you, can't bring myself to kill him for good. Plus, your child needs a mother, despite how little human that mother is," the man said plainly. Whitney stopped her sexy advance and just began massaging herself. His presence always made her wet and she remembered one more time what it felt like to change the mind that had possessed this body into her. She almost orgasmed in his presence. "Want to have a little fuck for old time's sake? I'm sure I can whip up an incantation or two. I'd love to fuck a dead guy. I don't get much action these days, I don't want to spread myself again. And Sherry isn't much of a partner when she isn't like me. Don't worry, haven't changed her though. What can I help you with?" Whitney asked, delighting in the man's obvious anger. Angry men made her even hotter. She might change Whitney a little that night so she would have a nice partner, maybe all the way and then back. She orgasmed and smiled even wider at the man. "It seems that Phoenix told the fine people of Arelyn that he had placed something very dear to me in New Craneville. I see his logic; your lust presence and relation to Red would keep her away for at least a while. Perfect place to send Mesmerize. Could you fill me in as to where she might be?" "Yes, lover, she's probably on Main Street helping these silly people prepare for Red if she ever decides to come help me take over again. Want to meet Terry?" "No. I'd rather she not exist. Don't worry Tucker, I'll get you out one day. Now, good-bye. I have to find Mes." The man faded. Terry approached her horny mother. "Does he know?" the little girl asked as Whitney smiled. "Hopefully not. He loves her. Wait till he sees how she's changed." Whitney returned to her lessons. *** Mesmerize was on Main Street as Whitney had said, directing fortifications around Main Street. But as the man in the white tunic saw her, he noticed her changes. Her blonde hair was now a bright red and her massive breasts had become a smaller C, giving her a more natural look. Her face had changed as well. Mesmerize's face still remained for the most part but she now had Red's cheekbones and Red's piercing eyes. And Mesmerize possessed a much happier air about her, something the man in white had experienced briefly before he went away. His heart called out to her and he walked toward Mesmerize. As he approached, Mesmerize's training alerted her and she spun around to face him. She didn't register his name at first and gave him a puzzled look. Her face lit up as she recognized him, but he held his hands up and shook his head. "No, Mes. Don't touch me. You'll die," the man said. Mesmerize relaxed and nodded. A tear was in her eye. "Is it you? Is it really you?" Mesmerize asked. "I'm not really the person you knew. I'm both of the people you knew. I lost myself in Red first. Then we had to become one to survive. But I still love you Mes. You can tell me my name." The man in white stared at Mesmerize. "You're Peter. You're my Peter. And you've been gone so long. But I'm hardly the Mes you remember." Mesmerize looked down from Peter. He moved to hold her, but he stopped himself. "What did Red do to you?" Mesmerize motioned him out of the street. They went into a small, abandoned cafe. "After you left, Red seized control of the Agent system. My nanos were still part of it. She invaded me like a virus. Phoenix and I had to force them out. It was so painful Peter. And I touched what you had become for a few moments before my nanos completely left. You hated me so. You tried to eat me. But then the nanos left me. My body was turned though. Without my agent nanos, I was my base personality for a while until Red's mental corruption got to me. Then I became hungry, oh so hungry." A light came to Mesmerize's eyes. She looked hungrily at Peter and licked her lips. Then she looked panicked and shook her head. "I'm sorry Peter. Phoenix helped pull my soul out of the two minds, but they get powerful sometimes and I give in. Thankfully I'm not a real nympho. I can only fuck people. But I feel so dirty. And then I've always feared they'd get complete control and turn on everyone and if you ever came back, you'd have to kill me." "Mes, it doesn't matter. I'll destroy Red. And then I'll help get that nympho out of you." "Peter, the way Norris programmed us... if we get rid of the nympho, my personality will disappear. I am the nympho as well as Mesmerize. I'm like Tucker. And maybe my own personal Whitney will come forward. In this case it looks like it might be Lady Green. Red and Green were both in Norris' body at the same time. Green is in me too. I'm every nympho either one ever created when I turn. I'm sorry Peter." Mesmerize began to sob. "Mes, I'll undo it. I'll get rid of Red. I promise you I will. I'll destroy Monica herself if I have to. Right now though Mes, I need to know where my sword is." Mes looked back up at Peter. "It's... it's..." She shook her head. "Whoa, I'm feeling funky. I think I might be changing again. Oh God! Yes!" "Mes, calm down. Concentrate. Tell me where the sword is." Mesmerize fell out of her chair, her eyes burning red and a look of erotic pleasure on her face. her tits were growing and Peter smelled the smell of sex from her. "Mes, you have to tell me. I can call someone to help afterwards." "Red has it. She keeps it by her... *giggles* Yes! Fuck me please. She keeps it by her throne. Peter help me. Stick me once lover." Mesmerize's changing figure pleaded to Peter. He shook his head and called the townsfolk. As they arrived, he faded out. It was time to end this. *** Lady Red sat happily on her throne in the middle of her luxurious palace as a nympho worked away at her vagina. She smiled as the usual feeling of an orgasm swept through her body. Red pushed the nympho away to allow another one in. The former nympho grinned and licked her lips, wanting to get all of the juices from Red. The latter nympho went to work on the Lady's vagina. Lady Red felt the power of Dash swell up in her. She hadn't truly unleashed it yet, but she would soon on Arelyn. The nympho in her pussy was quick and energetic. As Lady Red climaxed, a wind swirled through the throne room, exciting the thirty or so nymphos in the room and making them work harder on each other. Lady red wasn't as pleased though. Everything within the palace was hers to control and she hadn't ordered wind. The wind stopped as Peter appeared in the room. Lady Red's face contorted with shock and confusion and then settled into a look of amusement. She pushed her hardworking nympho away and stood. She intended to show Peter all the glory that his body had created. "Ah. I was wondering when you'd show up. The Laura part of me flared up a little whiel back. Something about you, I didn't understand. Still, you're only a copy of... well, me. That's right. I'm you Peter. I'm Red. I've turned so many into my loyal slaves," Red mused. Peter just stared sternly at her. "Anything to say to your old self?" "I'm nothing like you or my old self. I'm better and more. Now Red, sense that?" Peter asked as he began advancing toward Red, pushing nympho after nympho away. The contorted in agony as they hit the floor and died. Red's face went white. "Touch me Red. Try to take me now. Use that little blade of yours. Try and make me you again. I assure you, you'll go away faster than you possibly can imagine." "No, you stay back there, Mr. Peter. Here." Red handed one of her nymphos her finely crafted dagger. "Run away my pretty little girl and when you're far, far away, cut your hand with this little blade. Go on. You'll be fucking me soon enough again." The nympho nodded and grinned and ran out the back door that Red created for her. Red sealed the door and turned back to the approaching Peter. She grinned and produced Peter's sword from the side of her throne, her features took on a more refined look and she seemed to gain a couple inches in height. She smiled again. "Using Dash, eh? I'll bet you're comfortable with him by now. Come on Red, take me if you're so confident in Dash." "Mmmmm. It's sooo much better changing people for once instead of changing them back Pete. I'm glad I'm a guardian who can appreciate this. Now die!" Red swung the blade at Peter and a bright light filled the throne room, blinding the remaining nymphos fro a matter of seconds. When the light cleared, Peter stood toe to toe with Red, holding the blade between two clasped hands. He smiled at Red and kicked her in the gut, sending her back down onto her throne. "I'm sorry Dash, but we got a little jumbled up in the rebirth. The new master of this sword has come to claim it from your slutty hands. Now you go!" With that, Peter spun the blade and shoved it into Red's gut. She screamed as her female features began to fade, as Peter's features began to emerge. Peter awoke to find the blade buried in his own stomach, which he removed without any pain. The reclamation had finished. He was in his old body again. But he was now a new Peter. He had thrown away his darkness and taken what little he could of Dash with him and became a new being. His white tunic appeared around him and he stood to stare down at the nymphos who were mesmerized by Red's disappearance. She'd be back, but not to reclaim the city. It was time to free them. Peter grinned and leapt at the crowd of nymphos. *** Mesmerize awoke in her own bed to a coldness. A quick examination showed she had no clothes on. But something better made up fro her lack of clothes that came with the change into an almost nympho. Her blonde hair had returned as well as her normal features. It had to be a dream! When Peter strolled in, that confirmed it, she was dreaming. But Peter put his mouth over her mouth when she tried to tell him it was vain to spend time here, it was nothing but a dream! "It's not a dream, Mes. I'm back. I got my sword and I drove Red out of her city. I brought the people here, to New Craneville, so they could get some food and clothes and such," Peter said. Mesmerize shook her head. It had to be a dream. "If it isn't a dream, how am I totally me again?" she asked, feeling confident in her sadness. Peter grinned. "I'm not exactly all I used to be. The powers made me over before they sent me back. I'm still your love, but I am a bit different. One of the fringe benefits is that whatever I undo with my powers or sword, stays undone. Mes, whatever Red put in you is gone and I was able to save your programming. You're you from now on. And Michael is able to pass on as a normal person into the afterlife. I took care of it all." Mesmerize teared up and hugged Peter. It was real and things were good again, at least for the time. "I still don't know how you came back though. What happened?" "I pulled what I could of myself and Dash from Red's being. Phoenix and Monica helped me. After that, the powers that be up in the multiverse restored me to a residual ghost form. Once a group of Marines opened Red's tomb I was free finally and I set out to reclaim the sword. Once I got it, it was a matter of taking my old body back from Red, use her own tricks against her. If I die or am turned, my sword can remake me so long as a body receives it. As long as the sword lasts, my being lasts. If my sword is destroyed, I have until someone kills me to exist. I'm back now though. And I can do a lot more to stop these bastards than I could before. You need to get back to resting. I have to go free an old friend." "When you get back, I have to tell you about Phoenix. I don't think you know." Peter wrinkled his forehead, but nodded. "Okay, now rest." Mesmerize laid back down as Peter exited. He was going to get rid of the woman he despised second most. *** Whitney felt a twinge in her vagina. Was it "Sherry" again? Or was it the other "Whitney"? She licked her lips at her guilty pleasure. She had turned these two back into their nympho selves. She did it after Peter left since he made her so hot. It was his own fault, he shouldn't have made her soooo horny. Nope, "Whitney" and "Sherry" lay asleep on either side of her. And Terry was in her room sleeping, so she wasn't testing her own skills again. Who else could it? She hadn't turned anyone else... recently. Okay, so maybe she had picked off a few townsfolk to turn before Peter had come back and chocked it up to Red's doing. It was only a few... some... maybe 20? But they were throughout the house now since Peter wouldn't be coming back soon. She could afford to be slutty and messy with this. Whitney sat up and looked around. No one. She felt the warm twinge again and started working away at her vagina. Man, she was horny. She almost woke up "Sherry" and her awesome mouth to do the job. She just reached over and squeezed "Whitney's" ample tit hard for emphasis on her horniness. "Whitney" woke up to the squeeze and smiled passionately at her mistress. Whitney nodded and the nympho went back to sleep. Whitney climbed out of bed, still working away at her vagina and approaching her third orgasm this session and walked down the hallway in her skimpy panties. Smells of sex filled the house as she looked at her babies, all of them turned into either Whitney, Sherry, or a combo of both. As she reached the living room, she ran into the last person she expected: Peter. She grinned and he grinned. "Hello lover. Come to get rid of me? Or do you just want to fool around?" she asked. "You violated our deal, Whitney. I don't take too kindly to that. You weren't supposed to turn anyone, including your mom and sister and especially not any townsfolk," Peter said amused. "Oh well. So fuck me. I made a few more lovers. Sorry, I got horny, real horny. Ever had a thirty way? It really fills me up. So what you need? And no, I'm not cleaning up, I'd rather keep coming back to annoy you than that. So you wanna fight?" "Oh no Whitney. I don't want you to clean up. I'll be doing that very soon. And I assure you that you won't be coming back. I'm alive again and I'm improved. What I undo stays undone now. That means... Tucker, I'm about to free you. Get ready to be called a male again." Whitney's face contorted with fear. She backed away from Peter and ran fro her room. She heard his footsteps on the carpet behind her. She wasn't going away! Never! This was her body. She was Whitney, not stupid Tucker. She wanted to raise her daughter and then fuck her too. She still had fucking to do, especially with Red. The door to her room flew open and in walked Peter. Whitney lay between her mother and sister. She curled up and yelled at Peter. "Go away! No! I don't want to be a stupid boy again. I want to fuck! I want to get fucked! I'm a slut! I'm a nympho! Please don't make me go away Peter. I'll be good from now on, I promise." Peter grinned and shook his head. "I don't want you to exist. You don't deserve to. You took Tucker's mind and body and made him into some stupid slut like yourself. Come on Tucker, I'm going to free you from yourself." Whitney shook her head, genuinely terrified and crying, all the while still pounding away at her vagina. Peter brought his blade up to stab Whitney, only to have it disappear back into his being in a flash. He looked puzzled at Whitney and then turned to find Terry standing behind him. The little girl was in a rage. "Leave my mommy alone daddy! Go away!" the little girl yelled. A great burst of energy swelled under Peter and he flew through the roof, screaming as he went. Terry smiled at her mother and Whitney sighed in relief. He couldn't get her now. Terry was even more powerful than him. Whitney waved her daughter to leave and then woke up "Whitney" and "Sherry", it was time to have a celebratory fuck. As Whitney pumped away at her two nympho creations a glow filled the room. An older man entered the room. Phoenix smiled at the sight before him. Whitney detected his presence and turned her head, face full of pleasure, to see him. "Have you thought about my offer? It could be very profitable without any interference from the guardian there. You and your daughter will be safer. None of those Sisters will be able to reach you and make you back into the servant you were before. You'll be the recruiter/changer/partner. How say you?" Phoenix asked. Whitney climaxed and climbed off her two girls, leaving them to each other for a few moments. She strutted up to Phoenix. "Yes, of course. I feel so limited here. I get to change a lot of people, right?" she asked excited. "Yes. I showed some potential investors your talents and your model seems to be a hit, along with that 'Sherry' model you have. And you can make anyone into anything, right?" "Well, I used to be able to, when I was part of the Entity. I don't know now. Maybe, I haven't tried. I love these minds so much, why create another?" "Well, some want others. And if you want to keep fucking when you're multiversely demanded, you'll have to become others. You're body will get too banal after a while, barely any customers then." "Well, my daughter can adapt to mommy going through a few changes. She understands my urges. She'll get 'em too when she's grown. I will miss her though. You're going to take her to that universe?" "Yes and she'll be ready in no time. We'll have the daughter of a guardian and a powerful nympho on our side. Let's go." Whitney grabbed the older man. "No. I want a fuck to seal the deal." She placed Phoenix's hand on her breast. He smiled. "Why not? Hard to believe you used to be a friend of that youngster. Thankfully you're one of the good ones now. To wealth!" The two went at it. *** Peter stormed into Mesmerize's room. She was awake now and stared at him with deep concern. He was hurt. "Tucker? Did you get him out?" she asked. Peter shook his head. "No. He's going to be her forever now. I can't do anything about it. Her... my daughter stopped me. And I can't undo that. I've abandoned him in her and I helped create someone that could turn everything into this Hell we're in. But it doesn't matter right now I suppose I'll have to deal with that later. What did you need to tell me about Phoenix?" Peter sighed. "Soon after Phoenix hid me out here, he met Whitney. She resparked that greedy side of him and he left. It looks like they may go into business together, especially now that she's got a firm grasp on Tucker's being." Rage possessed Peter's face. "I'll kill him. I'll break him in half. I'll..." Mesmerize put her hand on his arm. "He helped me this far. He's got some good in him and his wife is the key to that. You can deal with them later. For now, you have to get Lady Red. And then I want some time with you. I've missed you." Mesmerize kissed Peter on the cheek. Peter nodded. "You're right. I can't just give over to the hatred now. It's time to stop Red. Mesmerize, we have to get everyone out of this town. If I'm right and Whitney left soon after I confronted her, red will be coming down on this place hard. And she knows I'm here. We gotta get them to Arelyn." Mesmerize nodded. She sprung out of the bed, but then fell back weakly. "Whoa. Sorry. I guess I'm not up to full strength just yet. Go start getting them out of here, I'll wait." Peter nodded and ran out of the room straight into a citizen. "Oh my God, you have to help us. The nymphos are back. I don't want to be like that again. I'd rather die. Please don't let the Red Lady get me," the citizen said, falling to his knees and sobbing. Peter placed a hand on his shoulder. "Stay with Mes. Go to your death before you let anything in here. I promise you I will get you out if you can do that. Mes, save your strength." The citizen nodded and moved out of Peter's way. Peter dashed off. *** The streets of New Craneville were full of screams and moans. Panicked citizens ran as they either transformed into their nympho selves or as they ran from the already changed citizens. Some citizens lay locked in sex with one another as they turned. Peter drew his sword as he entered the "battle". He motioned a family behind him as they ran by. Two nymphos came after them and Peter dispatched them with his sword, restoring their minds and bodies to their real selves. "Into the building. Get to the roof. It's the safest thing for now." The family nodded and ran into the building Peter had exited. Peter floated above the now orgy. "Anyone who hasn't turned, get to the roofs and lock the doors behind you. Go!" A few yells signified his message had been heard so Peter went to work restoring people. He worked through the streets, stabbing and removing the nymphos at an accelerated place. With half the town turned back, Peter leapt to the other side only to be caught midair by a blur. he and the blur slammed through one of the town's taller buildings walls and into the interior rooms. The red head pulled herself from Peter and looked him in the eyes. It was Lady Red in her new body. She whipped out her dagger to stab Peter. A quick kick sent it flying. Red wasn't stunned though. She grabbed Peter's leg and threw him from the floor through the ceiling and onto the roof. Peter flipped to his feet to be greeted by a face full of fist from Red. He slid across the roof, his sword sliding away. Red flew at him. He caught her by her ample breasts and slung her over head, making her scream in intense pain. Peter slid himself across the roof to his sword and then flipped to his feet. Red climbed up, clutching her breasts. Upon seeing the sword, she jumped and slammed back through the roof. Peter could hear her running on the floor below. He leapt into the hole they had originally came out of and onto the same floor. Red's dagger shot to his throat. He grabbed her arm with his now free hand, letting his sword return to his being. Slowly, Peter pushed Red's hand back towards her. Red sneered and pushed back with all her might, she wanted him to be part of her again. Peter turned Red's hand so that the push shoved into her own thigh. Red screamed in agony and pulled away from Peter. She pulled the dagger from her thigh and roared at Peter. Red flung the dagger at him. Peter quickly moved out of the way and withdrew his sword. The dagger flew out the hole in the wall. Peter turned to Red and shook his finger at her. She smiled weakly and charged him. Red put up no effort to defend herself as Peter drove his sword through her. She smirked at him as the nympho and herself disappeared. "All I needed was to delay you so I could get this town and your precious little whore. Without my dagger, you're worse off than you were," the increasingly human Red said. The red faded from Red's eyes and the young, blonde woman that had been turned into the nympho originally returned to possession of her body. Peter removed his sword from her nude body and handed her a nearby bed sheet. She sobbed and thanked him. "Come with me. I'm going to get whoever I can to Arelyn," he said. She nodded, sobbing. "I'm from there. My poor little boy saw me become one of her servants. Oh God, I hope I didn't do anything to him." Peter lifted the woman and they floated out the hole in the wall. *** The man Peter had left with Mesmerize sat with his back to the door, blocking the moaning nymphos on the other side from getting in. He was sobbing while Mesmerize watched thinking. His sobs became a panicked cry. "Calm down sir. As long as they can't get through the door, we're safe. Peter will be back soon," she said. The man looked up at her and shook his head. "That's not what I'm crying about now. Look," he said, pointing at his chest. Two small bumps were slowly pushing their way from behind his shirt. His blonde hair was slowly creeping behind his ears and becoming slightly darker. "I'm trying to fight it. I don't want to be one of them again. But it's me that's becoming her, not just her trying to push me out. It'll be me fucking everyone. Oh God, help me." The man screamed as his hips gave way and flared out beneath him. He lifted slightly as his ass became more rounded and puffier. He began groaning, the changes were speeding up like a snowball downhill. "You must've been one of the ones I freed a while back. I'm sorry; I'm not as great as Peter. Fight it please. Try and hold out for him to get here. If they get in, he wont' have time to free you." The man nodded, red hair now framing his face and touching the tops of his now B sized breasts. He groaned as his eyebrows raised and his face became softer. The hair on his body had long since disappeared, maybe before the real changes had started, which granted him with smooth, soft, hairless arms as he stared at the fingernails extending out from them. The man giggled and whined at the same time. His hands shot to his crotch, tears of pain and fear as well as giggles from the new mindset that was taking over, as his penis withdrew beneath his strained pants. The former man stared at Mesmerize with fear flipping back and forth with lust. Her hands went to her growing breasts and began massaging. The woman clawed at her shirt, ripping it off and allowing her breasts to feel the cool air. They shot two cup sizes, sitting on the borderline of D and DD. A familiar smell drifted from the moaning woman to Mesmerize's nose, sex. The woman pushed her tits out and popped her lower back into place. She ran her hands down her body, breathing in ecstasy, as she opened her red eyes at Mesmerize. The woman slowly pulled herself up the door, slowly pulling her pants down her legs at the same time. The man's briefs stretched across her hips. The nympho removed the sopping wet drawers and walked away from the door, tasting the blend of male and woman on the cloth. She loved that combo! A large group of nymphos entered the room. Mesmerize flipped over the bed and put her back to the opposite wall. The nymphos giggled and cooed as they measured her up. The newest member joined the crowd and Mesmerize lost sight of her. "Poor guy," she sighed. "Poor me too. Dammit Peter, where are you?" Then as if on cue, the window blew out. Mesmerize flipped around to look out and saw Peter floating with a woman under one of his arms. "Jump Mes, I've got one survivor, we have to get out now," he shouted. Mes pulled herself into the window frame and jumped as the nymphos rushed her. Peter caught her and they shot upward and away to Arelyn. *** Chester Omura made his way through the forest. He'd come a long way from Arelyn to his self-built refuge. It was a nice little place with enough incantations to keep away any curious nymphos. Omura just had to make it to the pace first though. A rapid rustling and a couple yells made Omura leap into a nearby bush for refuge. He peeked out to see two Marines running for their lives from something. After they stopped in a clearing, Chester listened for the something. He didn't hear anything so he turned his attention back to the Marines. Chester instantly recognized them, Nelson and Washington, two of the men sent on the assassination mission. "Sir, looks like we lost them. Arelyn is just a few days away if we keep up the pace. Come on, let's go," Nelson said. Washington put up his hand. "No, we didn't lose them. Nelson, get ready to use whatever training you do have. Kill me if I even start to change," Washington said. Nelson looked panicked. One by one, six nymphos emerged from the trees and shrubbery that had built up here in the forest. They circled around the two Marines; obviously letting their pheromones try to trick them into a secure feeling. Chester could smell them from his short distance. Washington looked thoughtful like any great leader. He moved his eyes through the forest and all the wild plant life that was taking over, no doubt Red's creations. Washington's eyes caught Chester in his hiding spot. "Minister Omura, help! Give us some incantations." Chester shook his head and slipped further into the bush he was in, working his way slowly out the other side. Those fools were digging their own grave and he wasn't keen on joining them as a mindless drone. He liked thinking quite well. Chester heard Washington's and Nelson's grunts as he slipped out of the bush and dashed through the forest. Their grunts became loud moans and Chester knew they had met their fate. Well, at least they were sucking cock now for a good cause, his survival. They'd bought him time. Chester ran, knowing the nymphos wouldn't come after him even with their two new members, he was Minister of Defense and very dangerous. Chester fell and tasted plant life and dirt. He lifted himself up to see what he'd tripped over. It was a vine that had run across the forest floor. He grinned and pulled out his knife. He slashed the vine in half. No sense in leaving it alive so he'd trip while he was hunting. The vine let out a hissing sound and withdrew under the smaller shrubs. Chester lifted an eye brow. That was a bit peculiar. Chester turned and then felt a thousand small stings in her back. Then maybe a hundred more on his cheek. He reached up to find a bunch of tiny little barbs stuck in his cheek. He ripped them out with a grunt. The barbs in his back dug deeper and by the time he looked back, they had disappeared into his skin. His heart rate jumped. What was that? Chester decided to figure it out when he reached shelter and undo whatever had happened with an incantation there. He ran for it only to run straight into a womanly figure in the middle of his path. He once again picked himself off the ground to a sweet, nectar smell. A green haired woman with red eyes stared at him, her nude figure covered with vines, some entering her sensitive areas, pulsating. The vines in her vagina pulled away and wrapped themselves around Chester's arms, ripping his clothes away and pulling him toward the woman. Her sweet smell flooded his nostrils and he felt his head lighten. The plants DNA was working through his veins and he knew soon he'd join with it. The plant inside him called up his animal instincts and Chester's reason faded. He shoved his hard cock inside the woman who had once been known as Crane. She moaned along with the plant and the vines lifted them back up into the intricate forest matrix. Minister Omura disappeared forever. *** Peter flew himself, Mesmerize and the young woman to a small part of Arelyn only to be greeted by the few angry inhabitants. They were panicked and angry. Was he one of Red's minions? Peter paid them no never mind. "Watch her Mes, she's scared. She might be able to guide you around here. You'll be safe here for now. But Red is going to move on Arelyn. I have to go get Omura back so he can help put up some defenses. I have no idea how many incantations he might know. I'll be back as soon as I can, I promise," Peter said. He kissed Mesmerize on the forehead and floated up. "But Minister Omura disappeared! That'll do us no good!" one of the Arelyn citizens shouted. Peter grinned. "I know where he headed off to. I'll try and catch him. I'll be back to save you, I promise." Peter slammed himself through the ground and into the sewers. A whooshing noise followed him as he flew after Omura's path. *** Crissa enjoyed one of her nymphos in male form before turning him back into his female self. She loved their screams, as they became her passionate female lovers again. Crissa's nymphos had all taken the form of Vasquez's wife, Sandy, or his lovely sister, or a combination of both. Crissa figured the love of sisters came from Red's sisterly longing in the first place. Crissa got to reap the benefits now on her own changes. Crissa and her small group of nymphos had rested in a small field on their way to Arelyn. Red had sent them on this mission while she handled New Craneville. Crissa was her general, her only cognitive minion, much like Whitney, who had been created by Red's sister. Crissa would move her nymphos out soon, but for now she allowed them to enjoy each other and have a few men, even if it was rape. Arelyn was in for a surprise. Crissa smiled as she turned one of the nymphos back into her male self and raped him. *** Peter's search led him into a forest. Omura's essence trail ended close to a small pile of clothing in a clearing. Peter could tell that was not Omura's fate there though. That was Washington and Nelson's. Peter hung his head and investigated Omura last spot. Something was very amiss. It was as if he had been lifted straight from the earth at this point. Had he developed interdimensional travel? No, only guardians were really capable of that. Several stings hit his arms, sending fire down it. He looked down to see thousands of tiny barbs along his arms and then looked up to see a vine that had obviously shot it. He shook his head. "Nuh-uh. You aren't going to get me," Peter said and sent energy throughout his arm. The barbs feel away and caught fire as they hit the ground. Peter fired an energy ball at the vine, setting it on fire and burning it away. Peter grinned. His grin faded as another vine wrapped around his neck, filling it with fire, pushing its barbs straight into his neck. The vine lifted him off the ground and Peter kicked helplessly. He called his sword from his being and slashed above his head, killing the vine. He floated to the ground and burned the barbs from his neck. A hand came down on his shoulder. He turned to face a nude woman in the grips of vines, some in her various holes. She moaned in intense pleasure and stared at Peter with red eyes, green hair framing her face. He recognized the person, though it hadn't been female before, Omura. The former minister pulled her vines from her vagina and made another moan, higher pitched this time. The vines lifted up and tried to touch Peter. Upon touching him, he burned them away. Omura's feminine figure screamed. She opened her eyes and reached at Peter with her dainty arms, the vines still holding her back though. Peter backed away, making the vine extend to allow its Omura node to come after Peter. Peter backed into another captured soul. It was Crane this time. Soon, Jackson and Phillips appeared, now feminine and greatly changed from the last time Peter had seen them. They moaned inhuman moans and a sickness filled Peter. They were a plant now. Not just a bunch of little freaky plants, they were A plant. He pulled his sword up and charged Omura. He was going to put this thing away. More of the plant's assimilated people appeared and as Peter tried to draw out the plants soul, he found that it was too much. They had become one with the plant. All that was left was to send them into the afterlife and pray they found peace their. A couple dozen screamed in Peter's head, their minds no longer human and all thinking the same: assimilate and make more pleasure. Peter let his sword release its death into the plant. The figures that had appeared around Peter screamed in pain as his poison worked through the plant's matrix. Green pus flowed from their cracking faces and dead, browning vines fell around Peter. Peter collapsed in the middle of the dying plants. "Find peace in death. Dammit Omura! You may have doomed all of Arelyn! If I go after Red, she'll find another nympho to give her goddamn dagger to and then come back. In the meantime, I'm sure she'll descend on Arelyn. Then it's a matter of time before she gets me and if not by then, Mesmerize. Dammit, what to do?" Peter was struck with an idea. The dagger! Red may nto have recovered it yet. She only tossed it out of the wall... not to another nympho. They wouldn't know what to do with it innately, probably. If he could get to it, he could get rid of Red. Peter took off, crashing through the treeline, allowing light to spill down on the fading plant life along the forest floor. Freedom was returning. *** In New Craneville, nymphos littered the streets. Their mindless souls worked away at each other's bodies. One lone nympho walked along with a smile on her face. She wanted men so bad! Or maybe just a woman? She needed someone to get inside her! The nympho came across a gleaming piece of metal on the ground, amongst a pile of rubble. She pulled it out to find a small dagger. Her small mind developed an idea. The pain of the thought made her moan and squeeze one of her breasts for relief. She went into an alleyway and stabbed the dagger into the ground. She smiled as she slid herself onto the dagger's hilt and pumped away. It wasn't a penis, but sure felt like she fucking something! Th