Inner Justice (Clorinde Skinrip TG Commission)

"What have I gotten myself into?" Grey shuddered, relief washing over him now that he was in the safety of his hotel room, hugging himself in an attempt to ease his nerves, thinking back to when things had gotten so out of hand.

He had been staying in France for a few days now, a joint holiday idea with some friends, and until now it had been going fine, great even! But of course something had to go wrong, even if his concern was more of a result of his overthinking than anything.

Grey had been hanging out with one of his friends, walking near the outskirts of the village they were staying at, when they had come across what they had assumed was an archaeological dig. The ground had started to be dug up, and there were even two items cleaned up on the ground, although it wasn't something either of them expected to be found while digging.

While he had been intent on leaving the place alone, considering that people were almost certain to come back, his friend Ray had another idea, Grey's mind flashing back to the ensuing conversation.

"Come on man, the forecast said it would be raining soon anyways!"

"Then you should have just brought an umbrella!"

"Well, there's one right there! Besides, we spent too much yesterday anyways..."

"Yeah, since you kept wanting stuff at that con we found!"

"Well, we need more money... so how about you take the sword? Then tomorrow we can have it checked somewhere and sell it before we get home!"

"Dude, that’s insane! We're just going to get-"

Alas, his protests had fallen on deaf ears, Ray simply throwing the sword to him before dashing away with the yellow parasol, saying they can talk later once they got back to their rooms. Panicked, he had acted without thinking, and instead of leaving it, had ended up bringing the sword back with him.

"Fuck, why didn't I just leave it! What did you think Ray was going to do, stupid? He's the same guy who got us to come together but booked us in different hotels!" he lamented, sitting on his bed with a sigh, looking down at the sword in despair.

He didn't know if it was just his guilty conscience, but even looking at it made him feel almost... scared. It was the same reason he had acted so cautiously when he had found it, the knowledge that this weapon could have killed people making him want to get rid of it as soon as he could. He must have just been overthinking it though; there wasn't even a mark on it after all!

"Hell, did this even get dug up? It looks brand new..." he commented, twirling the weapon in his hand, only then noticing a word engraved in the hilt. "Huh? I could have sworn nothing was written here bef- OH MY GOD!"

He dropped it in panic, hands clapped over his mouth as he desperately hoped what he was seeing was nothing more than a stress-induced hallucination. But no matter how many deep breaths he took, or how relaxed he tried to become, the word remained, judging him.

THIEF

"Holy fuck, oh my god I’ve got to..." he pulled out his phone, calling Ray in panic. "Pick up pick up pick up!"

His friend didn't answer, and his anxiety was only growing worse; he was completely certain there had been nothing written on the hilt before! His hairs were standing on end, the atmosphere of the room alive with electric tension, Grey had listened to the tour guides about local legends that an ancient kingdom used to be here, one that was so advanced it was inhabited by those who could control elemental magics as casually as lifting a finger, but he'd dismissed them as crazy! There was no way they could be real right?

His mind raced at a mile a minute, forming connections more born from fear than actual logic. Did those weapons belong to someone from that kingdom? Were they haunted? Did they just take home fucking ghosts?

"S-stay calm. Stay calm. I'm just overthinking this! I'll just check on Ray! Then when I see he's fine, I can calm down! We can all laugh at how obviously stupid I'm being! Fucking ghosts? Yeah right!" He laughed nervously, doing his best to calm his racing nerves. "Talk about an overactive imagination!"

Grey picked up the sword once more; it was probably best to stash it away while he was out, in case room service came in or something. He hadn't checked, but he felt that possibly but totally not haunted magic swords weren't allowed at this place...

It was while he was holding it however that Grey truly sealed his fate, instinctively running a finger across the side of the blade, unprepared for just how sharp it was.

"Gah! Shit!" he cursed, dropping the sword to the floor and clutching his hand to stop the bleeding, his plans soon forgotten as Grey became more focused on remembering where he had put his first aid kit. He'd left it at the bottom of his bag right? 

Grey found himself drawn away from such thoughts; instead he grunted, wincing in confusion as a strange sensation washed through him. It both hurt and brought an element of pleasure at the same time, his cries sounding similarly unsure as a strange, intense fever began to wash over the man's body.

"B-burning- ah! Ow! B-burning up!" he panted, recoiling from each strike of the internal sensations, Grey swearing for a moment it was almost like something was... moving? It was like the feeling of his insides was growing heavier, fuller, his body barely even hollow anymore, which was crazy! Right?

Despite how much he was shaking like a leaf, he was sweating like crazy. Grey felt more like he was locked in a sauna than his hotel room, his loose jeans and shirt like arctic gear to his roasting body as he had no choice but to throw them off in an attempt to lessen the unbearable temperature.

To his alarm, it only gave him a temporary release, for the temperature rose regardless, his vision blurring from some CRACKS and SNAPS, every movement feeling strange and heavy. He groaned from the pain, all while his dick hardened from the traces of bliss, Grey looking down at the sword by mistake, only to find the earlier message replaced by another.

NOBODY CAN HIDE FROM THE JUSTICE INSIDE

"BUT THAT- IT CAN’T- W-WHAT- WHAT DOES THAT M-MEANNNNNNNNN~!?!!?!?" He moaned, his cock throbbing in approval as his insides flexed all at once, like it was all one big muscle. It felt perverse, like someone moving their hand inside a glove, the violating movement shuddering through him as he gasped and moaned.

Desperate for answers, it was then that he noticed something, or rather noticed something that wasn't there. Blood. There was no blood pouring from the wound. He couldn't hear it dropping to the floor, nor feel it travelling down his hand. He couldn't feel his heart freezing in horror, but that only emphasised his dread as he slowly looked down at his left hand, and the wound on his middle finger, the hole revealing a peek into his insides.

He saw no blood, no guts, not even a vein, such sites that he was once so squeamish about would have been welcome about now, for all he could see was the artificial, handmade fabric of a white glove.

Grey could hardly believe what he was seeing, recoiling in terror as he couldn't remove his eyes from the sight, his other hand hesitantly moving towards it, his finger running down the artificial texture, accidently increasing the hole in the process. It was a glove. There was a glove inside him, and it wasn't empty.

He screamed, scrambling for his phone once more, the uncomfortable presence inside him making him want to cry and cum at the same time. He couldn't even deny it was real anymore, that was the scariest part, the fact something was happening to him that he had no way of even explaining.

He picked up his phone in terror, only to scream in blissful agony as a... growth swelled under his left shoulder, something hard and inorganic forming inside him, straining against his flesh. "OH OH GAWDDDDDD NONONOOOOOOO S-STOP WHAT'S HAPPENING W-WHAT'S- GAH- KYAHHHHHHHH~!!!" 

Grey wailed in relief as his skin finally gave in, tearing open to reveal what had been festering under it; a golden shoulder pad, complete with flowing blue fabric cascading from around it. The sight of it only made his fear rise further, the man hurriedly dialling his phone, his mind racing in panic.

"Fuckfuckfuck who do I call!? Who do I fucking call!? Ray? The police? The hospital? What do I do?" He sobbed, shuddering in terror, finally deciding on the hospital as he began to dial. "They can help me they can-"

Grey gasped as a voice cut through his mind. "How laughable. Even if you did call them your corrupt enforcers of justice would not be able to save you. We are duelling now. And if you hope to somehow defeat me, you will have to do so on your own merit!"

The voice was cold, composed, and clearly belonged to a woman, her french-accented words coated in harsh venom, something that only made his cock grow more aroused despite the situation.

"W-who said that? Who are you?" he screamed, trying to dial the number quicker, wincing at the harsh pain brewing in the soles of his feet, like he was stepping on spikes, or the spikes were stepping on him... 

You seek to ignore the rules of engagement? Very well, I suppose I have no choice but to intervene then," the voice sighed, Grey's left arm suddenly stopping in place, another force suddenly grabbing the strings of his will that was controlling it.

His fingers twitched in conflict, Grey gasping as he shut his eyes in focus, desperate to fight off the invading presence's control, an attempt that, while admirable, was clearly a losing battle, his fist slowly clenching around his phone. He screamed, the grip fully overpowering his own as it tore through his skin like it was nothing, his hand falling to the floor as flakes of flesh, the glove-covered hand of a woman connected to a slim, cloth-covered arm revealed beneath, now holding his one hope for salvation.

His left arm as he knew it was gone, the arm of a stranger now attached to his body, dressed in the beginnings of strange clothes. It was far slimmer than his own, yet he could tell just how powerful it was under the surface, the arm moving curiously as he stammered in terror.

"L-LET THAT GO! PLEASE I NEED TO STOP THIS AND-"

"Oh this? A communication device if I'm not mistaken? How gutsy of you to ask for it back after such an attempt to violate our duel. I suppose another duelist would take that as something to respect," the voice answered, her tone even seeming like she was considering it, hope starting to form in his heart.

Hope that was soon crushed as the hand let go of the phone, letting it fall to the floor, the force raising his leg as effortlessly as pulling the string of a puppet. Then at her command, Grey was screaming in anguish once more, feeling the pain in the soles of his shoes literally burst free of them, his vision rising from increased height as a golden heel stomped into the screen of his phone, breaking it beyond use.

"I, however, see it for what it truly is. The desperate snivelling of a lowlife not long for this world," she continued, ignoring his pained moans as his body wobbled uncertainly, the added height of the heels causing him to fall onto his bed.

He convulsed in terror, his toes curling for a moment before another growth filled them, pushing all then of them to their limits until single black boot points tore through them, even his ability to move of his own accord torn away from him in an instant. Grey gurgled, shamefully hard, pre-cum sliding down his legs as he sobbed, feeling the violent presence in his mind, a presence that clearly despised him and everything he stood for. 

"P-Please!!!!!!!!!" he cried, "w-why are you doing this? How are you doing this? W-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

"My name is Clorinde, thief. I am the strongest duelist in all of the Court of Fontaine. In a time forgotten I stood as the greatest swordsman in the kingdom, and the slayer of those who sought to escape their blackened fates.” She spoke cooly and harshly, Grey shuddering helplessly as she continued.

“Even though Fontaine has changed in my absence, my own convictions remain true and unchanged! You stole from me for your own personal gain, and for that you must be punished. I suppose it's fitting in a way, for a criminal such as yourself to serve as the cocoon that will bring a champion of justice back into the world.”

Her explanation only made him all the more fearful, excuses soon slipping from his lips as he hopelessly pleaded to the judgement and laws of a nation long past. "W-wait! I didn't- I didn't know it was stealing- I can return it! It was all Ray's idea please punish him instead not me pleasepleasePLEAHHHHHH~?"

He screamed, feeling another growth strain against the flesh of his back, a buildup of flowing, soft material threatening to burst free at a moment's notice, Grey forced to feel every bit of it as his skin was pushed to further and further limits. 

“How pathetic, yet predictable. You lowlifes always beg. Plead, sell out those close to you in a pathetic attempt to shift the blame. Yet the evidence doesn't lie. By the power given to me by Fontaine's courts… I declare you guilty.”

Her words prompted the burst in his back, the skin torn asunder by a flowing blue cape that cascaded down a curved, feminine arch, tickling the back of his remaining flesh below as he burbled in conflicted delight. Grey was truly helpless, forced to watch himself be ripped away to reveal the Clorinde beneath, his throat feeling painfully dry as he realised he hadn't even been breathing, the beat of his own heart gone, everything he was on the verge of oblivion!

"This can't be real, this can't- please it hurts! H-how am I even talking? How are you-"

"It's pointless to explain how. You simply exist like... oh what was the term... Schrödinger's cat. You are in a state of existing and not existing, and the more of me that emerges, the clearer it is to the universe that you do not. As for it hurting... you seem to be leaving something out hmmm?" she commented plainly, Grey gasping in reluctant bliss as his thighs were forced to brush against his sensitive shaft, as if daring him to experience the orgasm such a large part of him wanted.

"Don't deny it. In fact, you should be excited. After all, it's about to feel even better," she remarked, Grey not even getting the chance to question her before he felt a sudden lurching in his chest, a steady rhythm of meaty surges as he wailed from the waves of euphoria.

He knew what was coming, screaming out his apologies and regrets changing nothing as the swelling under his unassuming pecs continued, the pleasure bringing him over the edge of cumming as every part of him he could control writhed in protest. But even then, the tits forming in his chest wouldn't stop fucking growing! They went far past b’s, soared into c’s, d’s, although it proved to be their expansion into DD’s that broke the camel's back.

His chest was starting to give, holes forming from the sheer heft of the expanding tits, the sensation of them bouncing with each movement driving him crazy, washing waves of unrivalled bliss through his body. The only thing Grey could do was wait, feeling the pressure finally give, as with a final shriek of ecstasy, Clornide's tits were birthed from his chest, tearing it away with a deafening RIPPPPPPPP.

"OH MY- HOLY SHIT OH FUCK- HAHHHHHHHHH~!!!!!! FUCKKKKKKKK~!!!!!" he wailed, his eyes spinning as his skin fell to the floor like the distant memory it was. Clorinde's chest bounced invitingly as the huge double d's strained against her clothes, as if nothing could truly be able to contain them.

Grey could hear a small hm of approval in his head, flinching and moaning as Clorinde's hand grabbed hold of one tit, groping it as the hm became a quiet moan of satisfaction. The action, purposefully or not, was only turning the dial of pleasure higher, Grey tearing his eyes aware from the hugest boobs he had ever seen in terror, certain there had to be something, anything he could do to escape this!

"You can't- you can'tttttttttt..." he gasped out, each word a trial when all he wanted to do was moan from the casual fondles and gropes. "Pleaseeeeeeeeeee s-stoppppppppppp..."

"Hm? Why should I? This is my body. You must have realised that by now. You no longer have a say in what I can or cannot do with it. In fact…" her voice grew colder, “I’m rather tired of you having a say at all.”

He could feel his spirits plummet in fear, Grey screaming as he felt the strange, pleasurable sensation of the inside of his arm wiggling and moving, shaking off the limb like taking off a coat, the empty skin falling flat on the bed, empty. Grey moaned and winced, the sight just confirming the fact he was basically fighting his own insides.

His eyes followed the bulge of her hand, panic claiming him once he realised it was heading upwards. "W-WAIT! STOP! W-what are you doing! PLEASE YOU CAN'T- I-I'M BEGGING YOU JUST-huck!"

Grey felt like he was throwing up, his mouth forced as wide as it could get, his vision blurring as a slim, glove-covered arm forced its way out of his lips.

"MMMMMMMMMM~!?" he screamed in horror, the sound muffled by the wriggling limb as the hand grabbed hold of his face and started to pull.

His protests died before they could even leave his throat, his whole being exploding with unbearable waves of pleasure as the pulling grew stronger, feminine grunts slipping free despite the limb's blockage as the flesh began to give. Grey mentally pleaded, bargained, anything he could think of, but it meant nothing to an embodiment of justice such as Clorinde, the man's last act proving to be an intense orgasm as, with a surge of effort, his face and all skin on his head was torn away like a mask.

The figure gasped, shuddering in delight, turning to the side to see their reflection in the hotel mirror, the sight they were met with finally solidifying their sense of self. Clorinde's purple eyes blinked, her hand stroking her fair cheekbones, moving on to brush aside one of her beautiful purple locks before finally adjusting her hat, she smiled.

"Hello," she whispered, relishing in the silence that followed, not even a mental gurgle from Grey to answer her. "Or would goodbye be more fitting?"

With the destruction of his face, it had become clear to the universe what had been true for a while. Grey had no brain; Clorinde had taken the place of it and all his insides during her creation, and once her head had emerged... well, Grey was simply a ghost of a man whose fate had been sealed since that first cut.

Now that he was gone, Clorinde sighed happily, getting to her feet before brushing away the skin of Grey's waist, the empty arm falling to the ground alongside his face, though calling it such was generous. It looked far too much like a badly made mask for that honour.

She gave a small smile, feeling the familiar and comforting sensation of her uniform wraped tightly against her deep curves and muscles, wiping her brow as she gasped, ashamed she was sweating so much as she briefly undid the buttons of her shirt, blushing as she regained her composure.

"Ugh, it was warmer in there than I thought... just need a moment to fan away the heat before finishing myself off," she thought aloud, giving herself a minute or two to regain her bearings.

Once that was done, she turned her attention back to her lower body, the loose skin of Grey's crotch and legs clinging to her like annoying parasites. Clorinde buttoned up her shirt, letting out a gasping moan as a sudden surge hit her lower body, the skin ripping to expose bulges of legging-covered fat from her thighs.

It made her legs look like ripped jeans, Grey’s cock straining uselessly as Clorinde handled her completion as professionally as she could, grabbing the top of the skin and gradually pulling it down. Her eager moans bordered on squeals, each area that was exposed being another high of pure delight, her huge rear bouncing free as it strained against her clothes, loose skin falling to reveal the slimmer, legging-covered counterparts that resided beneath.

But all of that pleasure was nothing compared to the satisfaction of the removal of the thief's cock, revealing the flat, shiny texture of her clothes beneath, her own privates from under all her layers nevertheless feeling a pleasant buzz of arousal.

With that, she was truly complete; where Grey stood moments ago was now a swordswoman from an era long past, reborn into the modern world via the very thief that dared to mock her memory. She hummed to herself, admiring her recreated form in the mirror, pleased that even the smallest detail of her outfit had been recreated perfectly.

The only question she was left with was... what now? The world she had found herself in now was very different from the Fontaine... even Teyvat of old. Was there any archon left to serve? Any role her skills would be able to fill?

She was broken from her thoughts by a strange ringing sound coming from that communication device on the floor. Clorinde blinked, picking up her sword and slotting it into her scabbard before walking over to where it lay, cleaning the flakes of flesh off its surface as she picked it up, barely able to make out an incoming call on the cracked screen from a... Ray?

"Oh, the thief's partner in crime," she remembered, a sudden blush filling her face as she processed who was exactly calling her, giving a small grin. "So it's her."

She answered, "Navia?"

"Awwwwwww you guessed!" her sweet voice whined, Clorinde hearing her pout as she grumbled, "it was supposed to be a surprise Clorinde!"

"I'm sorry. It’s good to hear you."

"I know, I know. I imagine it made a welcome change from that guy you used! God let me tell you, that guy I was in? Just loved to whine! Gosh you should have heard him when my skirt burst out! And let me tell you, my ears were ringing after my hat blew his mind! Literally!"

"It is. I missed you. Mine was a no-good thief too, trying to deny how good it felt to be reborn. Well, except for when my chest surged out."

"Oh he loved your boobs too? Hehe! We have something in common then!" She giggled on the other end of the line. "Anyways, calling you since by the archons that worked me up! I need you here like, right now Clorinde!"

She blushed. "N-Navia we just found ourselves in a new world! Surely there's other things we should-"

"Oh don't be such a stick in the mud! I can tell you're horny too! Just get over here already! Love youuuuuuuu!" Navia countered, hanging up with another gleeful laugh that sent her heart aflutter.

She might not know about this world yet, but she had Navia. Maybe that would be enough? There'd be plenty of time to figure out where their lives would take them, but with her by her side as always, she was certain to face any challenge head on.

Like just where her girlfriend was staying so she could take her up on her offer to begin with...