For this throwaway, we are going to start it like a crappy Calculus definition, because I just took an 8-week calc course and it was hell.
Luckily, my break is over, and there is no more fitting way to end the hiatus, no?
If you wish to skip it, scroll until you see a horizontal line or two, the real story starts there. ^^
First, let us state that there is a second world, a new world that you do not inhabit.
Next, let us state that this second world is much like this one. In fact, we can state that world 1, otherwise known as W1 is perfectly copied into the new world, called world 2, or W2.
Now, let us state that in W2, time is reset back to 999 AD. This way, we can do some serious damage before globalization.
Next, let us state that at this point in time of 999 AD, two additional natural potentials is added to everything that inhabits W2. We will call them P1 and P2 respectively.
Let us nickname P1 "Moeify" and nickname P2 "Magic".
Moeify allows us to turn literally any object or concept on W2 into a humanoid creature.
Magic is the potential for any object, concept, or creature to contain the ability to do fantasy shit.
So yeah, a bit more there and we have a dark mage I suppose. I'm sure leaving a few steps ambiguous won't cause any problems right?
Alright, enough horsing around.
We have a dark mage. Let's call her Su.
Su doesn't remember her past too well. Every time she tries it feels like a dark foggy mist that keeps her from accessing those memories, much like a vault.
However, she does her best to keep soldiering on in her life. Being a Dark Mage must be great! She says. It allows me to never have to have another worry in her life, she says. Everything she needed could be brought up through a flick of the wrist, she said.
But, as time went on, Su grew...empty. Something was missing from her being. She had all that she needed at the core of her fingertips, yet true actualization still felt far away.
It was when it hit her. She had no one.
She doesn't remember much, and that includes the people she may or may not have surrounded herself with. Family, friends, and associates, all hidden behind what equates to a locked subconscious, eternally blacked out for her to never return. She could fill her moments with material possessions, and in fact she has, but all in all, she was still missing the last piece to that puzzle.
It was when one day in her travels, she came across a lovely girl. Hard worker, inquisitive, wore dorky glasses. She wandered mistakingly into her realm, and Su decided she would do all she could to nudge her back away. The first time it happened, she caused it to rain literal cats and dogs. A bit of humor wouldn't hurt anyone, she thought. The girl took a few knocks to the head, but she managed to escape back into the normal world. She would be safer there, anyways.
Yet, the next day, that girl returned. Su was confused, usually, one comedic rainstorm was enough to send even the most adventurous back to the safety of their homes, yet here this girl was, trudging on like a mountaineer on a snowy hike. This time, Su decided the best way to drive her off was to summon the trees to scare her. She brought them to life and all the commotion they caused scared her right back out again.
But on the third day, she once again returned.
Su was getting frustrated. Who was she? Why was she here? How was she still motivated?
The more times she saw the girl come back, the more questions she had, but there was only one surefire wall to find out.
Su went down and offered a hand. The girl smiled and took it.
She calls herself Nile, Su learned. A modesty acting townswoman, with caramel skin that glowed in the realm. Glowed a bit too much, Su would say.
In fact, Su swore that with her own potential, she could recognize Nile's.
She asked if Nile would like to learn more about herself. Nile nodded enthusiastically.
And so, began Su's first friendships. It was an apprenticeship, but any time she got to spend teaching Nile the ways of magic was much appreciated.
The more time she spent around her, the more she grew fond of her. She started to feel...things for her. New emotions that previously she had not recognized. When she was first happy, she remembered researching a book on happiness. The first time she was sad, she found a book on melancholy and poured over it for days.
But this emotion was much harder. It was a rolling thunderstorm, the cyclone before the tornado. It warped and ripped through her mind, giving her confusion like she never had experienced before. However, Nile was none of the wiser. Su could stay in perfect control.
She easily could...
She easily could...
She easily-
"Why are you grabbing me?"
Su snapped out of her trance into space. Looking in front of her, she saw one of her hands, resting on Nile's breast. It felt so soft, so fluffy...but why was she-
"I...I don't know," Su responded. An honest answer, yet something still felt off.
"Well...could you lift your hand off me?"
Another question from Nile. Nile currently had one of her journals in hand. She had been studying how to grow plants to sustain herself as well. Su remembered doing that. She remembered those times when she would grow flowers. However, there was one flower in particular that always sparked a peculiar feeling in her...it couldn't be as good as what she was doing now though.
"S-Su?"
Another time Nile's words snapped Su out of it. What is Su doing?
What is...Su doing...well, it must be something, and it must be important. Su was...flustered. Her cheeks were red. Something about the way it felt with she just squeezed a bit higher...
"E-ekkk! Su!"
And that noise, she couldn't put a finger on it. She needed to put a finger on it. It felt good when a finger was put on her, so maybe adding a hand-
"Su, s-stop it please!"
Nile was shouting now. Su had both hands on her chest, fondling them as if she had spiraled around the areola. Nile definitely didn't like it, but something was still bubbling within Su. The image was as clear as TV static, which only seemed a tiny bit less grainy whenever she hit the right buttons. She doesn't remember this image, but it felt important.
"S-su..." Su snapped out of her thoughts again, she saw Nile's contorted face, wincing as she continued to massage her cleavage. Her eyes were closed, but she did nothing else. Su wondered why she wasn't doing anything. She clearly didn't like it, so she would have definitely fought back right?
She looked down. Nile's wrists were bonded behind her back. Actually, her entire body was encased in Su's magic. That isn't right, she should be able to move!
It seems logical, so Su does it. Yet, as she does, the image, that unobtainable memory, just gets a tad more grainy.
"Su, please for the love of god let me go!" Nile yells again, but that makes it even grainier. Grainer and Grainer and Grainer.
It was clear Su was on to something, but she had to make it ungrainy again.
She had to shut up Nile.
"Su are you even-mmmph!" Su shoved two of her fingers into Nile's mouth. Nile turned her head, but Su simply strengthen the magic hold on her. Any movement other than still was near crushing.
"Yet, the image only cleared up that much.
It is clearer though, that's all that matters.
Su, wanting to get it clear, let herself go. Something about Nile was unlocking her memories. She couldn't let such a golden goose leave so early, not even when she was getting so comfortable.
Soon though, Nile was able to spit out the fingers, and it went back to being grainy once more.
She needed something back in, Nile talking could spell disaster.
"Sssshh..." She said, as she placed a hand on Nile. She slowly started lowering her down, letting her crumple down to the floor altogether. Nile only made muffled sounds of pain, the magic holding her lips shut. Nile could only watch as Su kneeled down with her, turning around on her knees and feeling herself out while watching the memories in her mind. Soon, she climbed on Nile's body and laid her on her back. Her head was freed from the restrictive cage, and forced into Su's crotch as she scooted up Nile's torso.
"Mmmph!"
"Shhhh..." Su saw that the image was getting half clear. She lifted her skit next, her face flushing red once more as she felt Nile's breath brush against her body. The more it happened, the better it felt, sending core-clenching feelings up her body. She put her hand on the back of Nile's hand and lifted the front part of her robe with the other. With one authoritative pull, she forced Nile's face into her crotch, feeling her facial features rub against the receptors in her vagina.
"Yesssss..."
"Mmmm..." Su moaned. She trusted her hips towards Nile's face, getting even more of her nose up into her pussy.
"Yesss...fuck her more..."
"F-fuck?" Su moaned after. She had never heard the word before, but she had felt it before. Oh, how she had felt it before to be this good, to make her want to mash and mash and mash Nile into the ground, as long as kept rubbing that one spot in her pussy over and over again.
The memories felt a lot less foggy by now, but a new cloud was filling her mind. One that wasn't as dark, but matched its intensity in fuchsia. It didn't leer over her but swooned at her like a majestic goose. She was enamored by it, unable to smell anything but the beautiful roses that filled her nose. She started to breathe out steam as she faces fucked Nile faster, feeling a growing peak that only seem to encourage using her apprentice like a cat's scratching post. Nile, for her part, was completely quiet. That may be the magic, butt the point is, the picture is clearer with Nile is quiet.
Nile shouldn't talk.
Nile should be stuffed.
That last line stuck with Su. By now she was fully thrusting into Nile, working her way up to orgasm. She knew when she was right there, and before she peaked, she withdrew one last time to ram her hips right into her face. She screamed to the top of her lungs, lurching over but keeping her head pressed down. She even started rubbing again, finding a new point that sent her onto a completely different plane.
By the time she was done, she had forgotten the concept of time. Nile was long since knocked out, a limp head with no other use but to be stuffed with her pleasure. Thinking she was released, she dropped Nile and peered down, seeing the murky white and yellow secretions on her body. However, the swelling inside her body was still there. She was still as fuck-ready as ever, with more voices swirling inside her head as she stared at the picture within it.
Nile should be stuffed...
Stuff Nile...
STUFF NILE!
"Mmmph!" Su said, feeling something suddenly start to slip out of her vagina. Looking down, she saw a black tentacle protrude from it, wriggling around and hanging like a branch until she grabbed it. rubbing it with one of her fingers made her twitch and shiver, and an amber bead of some drink leaked out the far end.
She looked back at Nile, who was just stirring now that the magic had worn off. She was weakened and battered from the long rounds of face mashing, her eyes near glued shut by how much Su had lost it on her face. Quickly realizing what had transpired, Nile began to cry.
It was much to Su's dismay. Just like that, the picture began to fade once more, leaving her like a child lost in time square. Her tentacle responded in kind wriggling angrily as both had felt so close to salvation.
"Hold still," Su said, sauntering dangerously over to Nile. Nile looked up and shook her head, but Su grabbed onto her ears the hardest she had ever. In front of her, was a tapped tentacle that grew as thick as a wine bottle, oozing amber that it desperately wanted to use on her.
"You know I'll force it open if you don't," Su warned. Nile reluctantly sobbed and widened just a little, but it was enough to thrust the small end of her tentacle cock into her mouth. The increasing girth forced the rest of it open, leaving her mouth wide open by the time she reached back against her pussy.
"I...mmmm...realized something about you," Su said, starting to pull out. Just feeling Nile's lips rub against the tentacle made her want to drool. Her legs dug into the ground, as tensed as ever just to keep from falling down and out of Nile's mouth. "You're potential...your potential unlocked something in me!" She trusted back in at full force, holding her for support as the tentacle squirted a bit into her mouth. She didn't respond or make a sound, staring up at her assailant in fear, anger, and dejection.
"Which is why I need you, I need you so bad Nile~ Without you, I could never unlock my past, so be a good girl...and keep taking this cock!" Su yelled, full-on rutting Nile. Each thrust made her squeeze around the tentacle, and each squeeze forced just a bit more of that numbing sweetness down Nile's throat. Somehow, Su knew it was keeping her docile. She knew it would eventually make her want to lap up anything she came with like a kitten. She knew with enough of it, she could craft Nile into the perfect moe. The perfect Dark Mage. The perfect fucktoy.
She came hard, not bothering to savor anything as she dumped shot after shot of cum into Nile. By this point, her body was limp once more, but the constant fluids kept her awake enough to be able to handle drinking it all. The cum did indeed make her feel heavy-lidded, sucking more and more as she felt robbed of more than just her innocence and trust. It was as if all that made her Nile was being stripped from her, and replaced with the need within her to sire Su's children. By the third orgasm, Su had enough of her and let her fall, spraying the rest of her orgasm on her face. Nile just twitched and gurgled, utterly ruined by a tentacle that quickly retreated back into Su.
"The picture..." Su drunkenly uttered, still under the influence of her own lust. She closed her eyes, seeing her memories in near clarity. But, like a cipher, there was one key missing. She needed one more shift, one more push that would finally give Su the sanctity she had been searching for all her life.
And looking at an abused Nile, she knew where to get it.
She dragged her body towards the back of her small abode, where a room she never went into stayed. She didn't know what she had, but all her feelings lead to taking Nile here.
However, when she opened the door, she saw a mass of black tentacles, much like the ones that had been inside her pussy. They had taken over the whole room, squirming about like a colony of ants. Her eyes went bugged, and she dropped Nile.
Those black tentacles were the same ones she used on Nile.
The same ones that went into her.
The same ones that...
DO YOU REMEMBER NOW, DO YOU REMEMBER
"Get out of my head!" Su suddenly screamed. Everything had come back at once. The horrors, the torture, being left to die by someone that had taken her in...just like she had taken in Nile.
She looked down at Nile. A tentacle had wrapped around Nile, dragging the limp body across the floor. It was the only turn of sobriety she had ever had, and somehow it was by far the most terrifying. She reached for Nile, but an army of slimy tendrils blocked her grab. She wanted to reach through them, but feeling the limp one residing within her was too much.
It was too much for her to handle.
"I'm sorry," she repeated under her breath as she watched Nile be dragged away. Once clear, the only thing she could do was close the door, so that no other people could ever suffer the same fate. Quickly, she gathered her things and all her personal belongings and ran out of her home.
For what she did, she didn't deserve to call her home a home anymore.
For what she did, she should be crucified.
She would reside herself to the way of the nomad forever until she died.
Back at the house, months went by. In the realm of Su, things slowly started returning to normal. Without its caretaker, things had no choice but to return to their static medium in nature. Even the home, directly tied to Su's properties, slowly lost its luster and went back to being an abandoned shed of wood.
Luckily for the surroundings though, a new dark mage would reside there, waking up on the floor with memories that seemed strangely distant from her consciousness.
Let's call her Nile.
