Important preface, skip at own risk.
First how this came to be. Deep in the depths of Questionable Questing, in the seas of lube and the anal beads of debauchery a fabled poster, in secret forged a perverted cyoa to rule all other cyoas. It's name, the Waifu catalogue!
Basically, its a variation of the ole rule 34 cyoas, where you, are given a set of points depending on how difficult the world you picked to fap...visit is, which you then use to buy various perks, powers and more importantly. Waifus.
For more details on choices made and stuff, visit QQ and check the cyoa itself, (and me, Wink) as aside from fluff reasons, and so as to justify the plot stuff and the 'si's' absence, it will matter little for the most part. This is very much fate Tiamam...Tiamat's story and how she makes a wreck out of the Dxd world all the while looking to settle down with her 'hubby'.
ONORE ARKEIDO! WRYYY!
Ahem, also a warning, if you find the quality to be a bit less than what you might consider my best? First of all thank you for the compliment, but second it's origins lie in my one-shot and plot-bunnies thread over at QQ, so besides the most recent chapter 3, this was more of a get the bunny out of my head rather than anything else. This is also part of the reason why I decided to publish it, cause unsure of direction or not at close to 15k words already, this can very well stand on its own and be amusing to at least someone out there.
Now, I've taken up enough of your time, see you at the bottom for more info and stuff.
P.s. if you see the name Jaune popping in this chapter consider it my bad, it was meant to be Jeanne but I started this...a few days after 'Saving Remnant' i think, (update soon-in the old Blizzard sense) and thus the name was stuck in my head. It's meant to be Jeanne, yes, like the saint of France/premier fgo waifu.
"You sure about this?"
It hadn't been a dream after all, standing here, and where here was, was an interesting question by itself wasn't it? She mused while taking stock of her surroundings, with sight and supernatural senses both.
A vast field of stars, both distant and afar stretched as far as the eye could see, and she could see quite far indeed. Yet, in contrast to what one would expect, standing, somehow,upon this patch of empty space she could feel neither the cold harshness of Amaterasu's rays nor the suffocating cold of the void upon her form. And she suspected neither could her precious child, at least if the irritated air coming from him as he stood in front of his older grinning counterpart was any indication. And she was quite certain that said counterpart was to thank for their present circumstances and surroundings, for he had given her the offer which lead to this, appearing as he had within her, supposedly impenetrable prison.
His words had sounded like the sweetest thing her ears had tasted in ages, like the first drops of water upon the throat of parched dessert traveler.
Someone who would love and be loved by her forever, a child all for herself.
"I've never been more certain of something in my life." She hastily suppressed the urge to coo and rush to hug the dear to her bosom, while at the same time feeling the energies of the outsider weaving through her very self, binding her closer and closer to her child, while ensuring that she would never harm or abandon him. As if she would even think about harming her beloved child! The very thought was preposterous, the being's magic and worry both were unneeded. "So, if you are really speaking the truth 'me', then stop concern trolling me and do it!" But then again, one could never be too cautious, she guessed. She would never be alone again.
"Fine, fine. Ruin my fun." The man said with a grin and an eye-roll, before lifting a hand and pointing at her. "And. I already did." He winked.
Her boy turned and—
"Holy shit! Fuck yes!"
She felt her cheeks flush and quickly hid her face in her hands, "Aaaaa…" really it was quite embarrassing. The dilated eyes, the lovestruck grin and…that down below, all for her? Don't get her wrong, she appreciated the thought that he loved her so much, in all the meanings of the word, but surely there were prettier girls for her precious boy?
"Is she?"
"Yeah, as I said, deed's done. Go wild dude."
The outsider's words caused a small soft missile to impact her and hug her tightly. Her touch starved limbs unconsciously dropped down and reciprocated the hug even as her eyes widened and unshed tears gathered at their edges due to the mental bond snapping in place. She could feel him! All that love, that desire and that l-l-lust.
"Aaaaa~"
"So," the second being she loved most, after all he gave her such a gift! Spoke again, drawing her eyes to him, even if his counterpart continued to ignore him, preferring to bury his face in her…chest area.
"Aaa?" she squeaked
"Where would you like to enter?"
Courtesy of their newly formed bond, the pertinent information regarding their situation and 'contract', flowed out of his mind and into hers. Unconsciously her mind flashed through visions of a new home for them, a safe haven for them both. A place where they could build a new life. Safely, together.
She opened her mouth at the same time as her lover.
"Well, gime a minute will—"
"Aa? Aaa—"
"Tiamama, wait no!"
"— aaa, aaaa?"
Unfortunately, what she had failed to realize until now, was that the question was aimed at her dear. That, and the fact that his dimensional doppelganger was a massive troll. More than willing to take her suggestion and run with it.
"Hmm, very well. Seems legit."
"Nonono! Wait you fuckin basta—"
Alas, before he could finish speaking the world around them twisted before shattering into a myriad kaleidoscopic colors, sending them on their way.
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"You sure it's here? We've been at it for a couple of hours and we've got nothing to show for it. Come on, can't we just go back and lie to the Boss or something? Tell her that whatever it was it…left or something?"
Feeling his carefully manufactured easygoing smile beginning to fray, he contemplated the idea of smacking the idiot to the ground, or even better asking Georg to dispose of the idiot. But no, no he couldn't. For he had an image to maintain, and also, if he started ridding the world of idiots he would never be done. And admittedly, the cretin had his uses.
"Don't be an idiot, Muscles for brains." Luckily for him, he didn't have to. As his sweet words and cultivated image had helped gather a coterie of beings useful to his goals at all times. "Boss Lady might seem…err a touch scatterbrained." A very diplomatic way of seeing that Ophis was a complete idiot if it didn't have anything to do with her obsession with Great Red. "—but she would nonetheless see right through such lies." He doubted it. "Placing Cao-sama in a difficult spot."
Hercules looked down at the tiny blonde waving a finger in front of his face with a mean look, uncertainly eyeing both her and him. "Err, when you put it like that, I guess you have a point. Hahaha!"
He smiled glibly at the man, while Georg, always by his side, whether in the physical or more abstract sense, murmured "Idiot."
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For the past couple of minutes, a nameless worry had begun hugging his mind. It began as a tingle at the base of his spine, before it started climbing, quickly blooming into an almost impossible to contain paranoia that something primal, hungry and with lots of fangs was breathing down his neck, eager for a snack named Cao-cao.
Regardless, he was the soon to be world's strongest warrior, so it was easy to ignore, courtesy of his steely will of course.
Now if the hand holding his trusty spear shook and felt a bit slippery…well it was hot in the underworld alright?
And besides, his 'comrades' had it much worse than him. Constantly glancing behind them and to the sides, searching for that unseen predator about to pounce.
He rolled his eyes. Weaklings, the lots of them. Only Georg remained true, once again proving his worth. Granted, he was breathing a bit deeper and his clothes seemed drenched but he at least, wasn't jumping at every bit of falling gravel or distant howl reaching their ears.
But at last, his irritation came to an end. For they had arrived and their target was in sight.
Down the blackened cliff's sharp jagged edges, and a few hundred meters across, at the center of the unnatural seeming crater an almost idyllic scene was playing in front of his nearly incredulous eyes.
For in the center, a small blue pond filled with some of the clearest water he had even seen —somehow, he was sure of it— surrounded a green patch of land, upon which a beautiful collection of trees grew. Covering and shadowing the pair resting at its center.
He opened and closed his mouth in quick succession, while his confusion and mixed feelings grew. The hell was this? And why was it always a—
"We sure them's the ones Boss? The inhuman brat doesn't feel like much, and neither does the napping idiot."
Luckily for him, he was in front of his group so none caught his befuddlement and Heracles had once again provided him with what he needed. For a quick discrete glance showed that he wasn't the only one with said mindset.
"Look deeper. Past the surface." He advised, and to his pleasure saw that Jeanne did just that, followed a moment after by the idiot. "They, or at least, she, can hide her strength as any self-respecting truly strong being should." Hiding a wince at what he was about to do, he continued nonetheless. After all, a great leader had to make sacrifices, even one as great as this. "And you are..right, Hercules. The young man has some strength beyond the common rubble but is indeed nothing to speak off." Oh, how it burned…
A moment later the reaction of his group told him they'd finally peered through the creature's barrier. Seeing what lay behind the seeming loli's masquerade.
Jeanne's features paled even as she stoically prepared to fight if it came down to it. Good girl.
His trusted comrade placed a hand on his shoulder, ready for any eventuality.
While Hercules…
He paled for a second, before forcibly shaking it off and a mad grin split his face.
"Holy hell! That's one strong bint! And she is similar to the Boss Lady?" he asked with false bravado.
"That's correct, so, let's all be careful while we go and make conta—"
Unfortunately for Cao-cao, his luck for the day had run out a couple of minutes ago and thus…
Heracles, unable to accept that someone else was so much stronger than him, coupled with the constant feeling of dread he had been feeling for the last hour finally snapped.
"Leave it to me Boss! I will show her the strength of the Hero Faction and why she should join her betters! After all, we don't need the dude, right? Sorry man." He said in an almost apologetic tone, aimed at the sleeping man, before unleashing his strength and kicking off towards the distant pair, the ground beneath his feet cratering and splintering while a loud cry left his lips.
"No! Wait you idi—" Alas, Jeanne's desperate plea and outstretched arm came a moment too late.
"Fuck!" he cursed, breaking character for once. "After him!" he shouted as they all jumped, rushing after their empty brained comrade.
With the song of battle once more coursing through his veins and his heart beginning to pick up its pace in preparation for combat. Something finally clicked at last.
We haven't seen another creature for miles, and there is always some ambitious critter trying to take a bit…oh no.
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"~aaa~"
"Mmh.."
A giggle escaped her mouth, for his response to her soft humming of an ancient Babylonian tune was to let out a content sleepy mumble and hug her closer, his nose tickling her abdomen. With a soft smile she continued running a hand through his hair as a soft burp was sounded, the sound bringing to mind their recent activities and causing her to flush.
This was, indeed the life as her once children's descendants would say.
"HYAAAHH!" unfortunately, the idyllic moment was shattered. For a fearsome war-cry split the silence, causing her eyes to snap upwards and meet those of a half mad brute barreling towards her. Fist cocked and ready to pummel her ineffectually. Huh, she could swear she had dealt with any annoying pests nearb—
Her eyes widened in panic as she realized she had made a mistake, he wasn't aiming at her, he was…
Tiamat, the primordial mother of all creation was a being who, at full strength, could bring gods and goddesses to their knees with an indifferent glance. A creature, which, if provoked could bring ruination to the whole of the cosmos. Needless to say, the white-haired beauty had little to fear from most anyone.
But that wasn't to say that she could call upon her power in an instant. For most intents and purposes, it might as well be the case. But panic in the midst of unexpected combat in tandem with the fear of what a sudden, improperly shielded, movement could to her beloved at such speeds…Well, even gods can be caught with their pants down.
Luckily for her, the sounds of combat woke her child up. His panicked, hasty movements, along with what tiny motions she had already managed to complete, and a hastily thrown spear from a stranger behind the brute, ensured that a fatal blow…wasn't. Not that the fist jutting out of the side of his chest was much better, or the cut at his sides, courtesy of an unintended ricochet from the running stranger's spear.
Tiamat, the Beast of Regression saw red.
"AAAAAA!"
The once idyllic pond, ground and trees dissolved into a hellish black mud.
As the full pressure of a primordial crushed down upon him. Hercules broken sanity meter, courtesy of his pants shitting terror, looped right around and all the way to sane.
"We can talk about this? Hehe." Alas, his plead for mercy, in tandem with his retracted vermilion coated fist failed to convince the incessant mother.
A spherical explosion of energy and black mud evaporated the panicked man where he stood, while also flinging the spear away and back towards his owner.
Cao-cao, the world's strongest (debatable) Hero was prepared. Catching his flung spear easily with one hand he opened his mouth. Ready to share his brilliant strategy with which they would bring low this foe.
"Georg! Get us the fuck outta here!"
Said man, prepared for an eventuality just like this, courtesy of the constant paranoia which had been gnawing at the back of his mind for a while now, didn't need to be told twice. His sacred gear snapped to life faster than it ever had before. The dark fogs of [Dimension Lost] quickly enveloping the duo and whisking them away. Before the betrayed looking Jeanne could manage to so much as turn backwards from her spot in the forefront.
But her justified complaints quickly became the last thing on her mind.
Within the magical barrier, their last sight of the outside world was that of their blonde teammate being swallowed by the dark miasma, which continued its inexorable march without paying her any attention.
Cao-cao's limbs continued to tremble as he let out a shuddering sigh. But before he could speak an ominous crack was heard all around them. The seemingly impenetrable barrier of [Dimension Lost] beginning to crack and shudder, and from the jagged wounds all around them something foul started to drip.
Luckily, his trusted friend was once again way ahead of him. Already in the process of shifting them far, far away.
A moment later, breathing hard and sweating profusely they were back within the safety of their base.
This…hadn't gone according to plan. As for Jeanne? A shame but sacrifices were necessary in this war.
But…once more, he couldn't help but wonder the same thought.
Why was it always a dragon loli which ruined his day?
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Back in the underworld and within the eldritch mud, if she was asked, Jeanne would disagree with her ex-leader's assesment. She would disagree quite a bit!
The blonde woman could only struggle in despair with tears welling up in her eyes. Struggling to breathe, praying and begging for salvation.
Her armor had been dissolved the moment the mud had swallowed her withis its cursed depths. Thankfully she had managed to take one last desperate breath. A breath which she was now heavily regretting, for unable to bear the pain any longer she opened her mouth, her body overruling her desires and brain. Trying desperately to gather oxygen from what she logically knew was anything but.
But it was as if the liquid surrounding her had been waiting for just that. The obscene fluid, quickly rushing down her esophagus and seeking to fill every inch of her innards, even as outside, contact with the water like substance continued to feel like she had been thrown into an acid vat.
"MMPH!" a muted scream vibrated outwards, for tentacles of the vile stuff started probing on her..entrances. Her struggle quickly revealed a series of facts. Across her limbs, binds had formed out of the mud somehow, holding her in place despite her panicked attempts to escape. Also, she wasn't drowning and the pain was rapidly turning into pleasure, and the mud's touch almost a caress. But that was little comfort, for the vile substance continued to envelop her body like a tight suit while the tentacles probing her openings grew tired at last with waiting and plunged right in.
"O-Oh" her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as her traitorous body caved in to the pleasure and the nipples at the end of her modest bosom grew to painfully hard nubs, the dark colored tentacles teasing her bosom seemed to find her reaction agreeable for suction cups formed at the end of them, proceeding to attach themselves firmly to her chest and suck. As if that wasn't enough, impossibly thin and pointy needles formed within said suction cups and penetrated her nipples. The sharp but brief pain mixed with unearthly pleasure enough to almost drive her insane. Enough, but not quite.
Not that it mattered. The tendrils rhythmically filling her below in tandem with the one stretching her esophagus while some of their thinner cousins were dancing in her ears and caressing her brain made sure of that.
Her climax came soon after, long and hard.
"MMPH!"
And as soon as it had begun it ended. The tendrils retracting and the mud vanishing.
Jeanne gasped as she once more stood, or rather kneeled, on solid ground. She cared not one whit that her clothes and armor were nowhere to be found. Glad to be breathing real air once more and not…not in there.
"Aaa!"
She winced and lifted her trembling head, even as a deluge of nectars continued to run out of her traitorous opening and down her pale thighs, a traitorous heat spreading across her abdomen at the idea of said long pulsating tendrils enveloping her once more.
"S-sorry?"
"A!"
"E-easy Tiamama." A soft raspy voice intervened and, if her gut instincts were correct, saved her bacon.
The imposing white haired woman's snarling visage and the ominous seeming air hanging around her terrifying horns vanished in an instant. The thin strips of black garment covering her, majestic, and not at all loli like figure, turning pristine white, while her horns seemed to shrink a tad.—and she wasn't jealous of the woman's new figure, no sir! She would grow too just you wait! She'd been drinking her milk…
"What she's trying to ask, is what should we do with you?"
Jeanne's eyes landed upon the figure half emerging from the woman's side, in a macabre parody of that space monster movie while black mud continued to drip downwards from the point of their union as well as the newly emerged man's still present wounds. Courtesy of the, now dead, idiot and the nick of the Longinus.
"Aaa? Aaa, aaa!"
Ignoring the tall lady's distressed tones the man raised a hand, lovingly patting her as high as he could reach. Even if the effort seemed to tire him immensely.
Still on all fours, she unconsciously licked her lips. They had been fools, the lot of them. The strange dragon lady was strong yes. But it was now clear to her, and in contrast to the others thoughts, that the unnamed man was clearly the stronger one and the one worthy of her service. She had been blind but she could now see! The eyes granted by her gracious Lord, even if currently weakened, making sure of that. Indeed, she suspected it was thanks to his kind nature that the clearly still angry woman had spared her.
Truly, his merciful nature knew no limits.
"I—gkh! This is t-tiring, how about…"
Seemingly talking without words and coming to an agreement, the white-haired man smiled at the cooing beast, which smiled back. Before slithering back within the mad and vanishing into the woman herself with a relieved sigh.
Jeanne's heart begun to fill with hope.
"A."
Said hope was quickly dashed as the smile quickly vanished from the woman's face as she turned to gaze at her. Scowling and with her arms crossed, a finger taping against her forearm in irritation.
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"Issei? Is everything alright? Issei?"
The brown-haired teen continued to scowl while glaring at something in the distance. Completely ignoring his worried looking King.
Even as the increasingly flustered and worried woman tried again and again to get his attention, even resorting to lowering her shirt and flaunting her boobs, she got no reaction.
Seeing the abnormal event taking place in front of her, Akeno quickly joined in, eager to tease either her King, her fellow peerage member or both. Issei continued to scowl and blink, eyes focused on what only he could see.
A few meters away, tucked on a couch, Koneko's jaw was hanging open in surprise with even her lollipop remaining forgotten. Held in her arm a few inches from her mouth, a strand of saliva still connecting it with her tongue.
"The world is ending."
"Oi! Partner! What the hell?"
The voice of Ddraig did the trick, finally snapping him out of his funk. Causing Issei to blink and gaze downwards. And catch a face full of boobs. His eyes widened and a trickle of red started to leak out of his nose.
The great beauties of Kuoh started to breathe out sighs of relief but it was premature.
For with a shake of his head, he gently but insistently pushed the girls aside. The uncharacteristic action making Asia drop her teapot to the ground.
"Someone out there…"
"Issei!"
"Issei-kun!"
"Yeah?"
"Somewhere out there, exists a bastard who somehow has bagged the milfest of milfs and is living the dream. I just know it!" he said with uncharacteristic vitriol and genuine hate, before raising a clenched fist to the sky. "I hate that lucky bastard!" he cried with tears of jealously streaming down his cheeks, his fist shaking.
The members of the Occult research club collectively let out a sigh of relief. It had been a false alarm after all. Issei remained a pervert and everything was alright in the world.
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Hello there, and welcome back, let us continue. As I was saying, this is based on a lewd cyoa. So, the more girls the si, or rather Tiamama in his stead capture, the more points they get and stuff. Concurrently if non-vanila stuff and mentions of bad things, like say, brainwashing, rustle your jimmies? Then this might not be for you.
Also a note of caution, if I'm not sure where I'm going with some of my other stories, then this goes doubly so for this one. As I really let the characters, and the horni guide me. Consider yourselves warned regarding update rate and potential plot "wtf's" or nonsensical ending, if and when we get there.
Oh and yeah, I too enjoy canon, waving it goodbye as I watch it rushing away from me that is.
