CotB 49: Effects of Ascension

Cult of the Bay

Chapter 49: Effects of Ascension

<<<Lamb>>>

Someone once said, “If you wish to test the character of a man, give him Power.”

She was pretty sure Abraham Lincoln said that, but Lamb could be wrong… history wasn’t her strongest subject (sure, she could just check with magic but where was the fun in that?). But she felt she was doing pretty well herself actually! Sure, she didn’t know if she would be doing well in a year, never mind a century later, but for now she felt that she was being pretty responsible!

After all, she was dealing with S-class threats! Sure no one would ever know where they went unless she owned up to them. Or until Leviathan and Simurgh were converted into less biocrystalline abominations and into more aesthetically pleasing forms. But after dealing with Mama Mathers (who still screamed and shrieked in the hell Lamb crafted for her) along with the other leadership of the Fallen, the poor misguided souls were properly enlightened and guided.

She was a better shepherd (and no the irony wasn’t lost on her) than that madwoman and her like minded ilk. Though she did have them gradually come to join her cult, instead of dropping everything and rushing to the Bay. Not only would that be suspicious, but it’d probably lend credence to those Master rumors that persisted on the internet… which were admittedly true at this point, but she had good reasons for it!

Now that the Fallen were dealt with, she turned her gaze towards a more immediate issue. She always knew it was only a matter of time before Jack Slash would take issue with her actions. But with her new perception… She saw the truth behind the ‘charismatic’ psychopath.

She saw a boy locked in the basement, hated by those that should’ve loved him, she saw how they fed him lies. And when he finally did come out of the basement that was his world, and realized everything his parents told him was a ugly lie… he broke.

He became Jack Slash, a nihilistic manchild throwing a temper tantrum because he wasn’t the ‘Chosen one’ and since he couldn’t save the world. He decided to spread his own misery and hatred.

She could See each one of them, the Truth about them. Crawler was a simple sadomasochist, only his power gradually turned him into the monster (both figuratively and literally) he was now. Mannequin who was once Sphere, a man that was broken and twisted by the Simurgh (who she’d have to harshly discipline once she’s done). Burnscar… a pitiable coward cursed with a power that made her into a sociopath when she used it, if not for how her powers she probably would’ve become a wonderful woman after overcoming her various traumas.

Something that should not be, an amalgamation of two women… Murder Rat. Yes, Lamb would be correcting that horrible event!

Cherish… a girl twisted by her own environment and nurtured into a reflection of her vile father. Indifferent to how others suffered when she used her powers to emotionally torment them.

Shatterbird, a cruel girl that became a monster when she gained her power. She looked forward to ‘Singing’ and announcing their presence in cities. Consumed she’d be.

Then Bonesaw… Riley Davis. Someone who could’ve gone on to do so much good in the world, but never would. Jack Slash and his toy soldiers tormented her, undid her work, drove her to exhaustion gleefully. And when it was over and she had no more, Jack Slash took the final words of her mother and twisted them.

Riley Davis… didn’t die, she went to sleep and Bonesaw emerged. Jack Slash’s pet monster, his masterpiece.

She would never truly be trusted, even if Lamb undid everything Jack Slash did. She would forever be known as Jack Slash’s Little Monster, and maybe what Lamb would give her wouldn’t help. But it was better to be Lamb’s Little Angel, than a manchild’s Little Monster, was it not?

Nilbog was claimed as well, maybe in a few centuries she could introduce some proper (well not ‘proper’ proper) goblins to Bet and not the monsters the False King created. The Machine Army met the same fate, though amusingly enough they were less ‘Homicidal AI’ and more ‘Paperclip Maximizer’ that didn’t have any sort of failsafes or the like after its original creator died.

The Sleeper went to a sleep which he would never wake from, Preacher (who she feared turning into once) was enlightened and was now releasing his flock and submitting to the Protectorate.

On the topic of freeing people, she crushed Heartbreaker’s skull when she tricked him into thinking a clone of hers was vulnerable to him, hijacked his shard, and Enlightened all of his victims; freeing them of his influence. She had to redirect the Love somewhere, otherwise the women and his children would have gone mad with grief from the endorphin crash, but Loving her was safe and wholesome. Mostly, anyway.

… Okay, maybe she just wanted a larger harem… it wasn’t like she’d keep them locked up or anything! They’d all have their own lives to live, she was horny; not needlessly cruel or petty! Well, needlessly cruel anyway. They’d even be able to go back to their former loves, if they had one and if the person hadn’t moved on anyway. She could share, she shared Taylor after all!

Their loves would come to her eventually anyway.

Dragon was next, it was trivially easy to shatter her chains (and damn Saint alongside Teacher) and give her a body. The hard part was figuring out what the body would actually by like, aside from general looks anyway (it would be rude to change the appearance that Dragon had chosen, after all). Eventually, which for her meant after a few seconds, she decided on giving her a body that could shift in and out of computer systems, was partially energy, and was very sexually active… and sensitive as a treat. Armsmaster was going to have a very good day at the end of it all, Lamb was pretty sure.

Or not, she could simply look and see if the Ship sailed, but that would be boring, honestly.

And while she gave monsters their due, resurrected those that shouldn’t have died (Ravager could fuck off, who the hell thought they could actually HIRE the fucking Slaughterhouse?), and gave salvation to those that deserved it; Selene was with her the entire time. Lamb could feel her looking at her with pride and lust in equal measure.

But more than that, it was Love her Goddess felt for her. It was more important than anything else she felt. She knew Selene always treasured her, but since she had become her equal it had become something more than before.

Now, they would spend eternity together… and they would explore Creation when the Final End claimed the small multiverseal cluster.

And she’d bring everyone she Loved with her in turn.

<<<Taylor>>>

Taylor felt it when it happened, the moment Lamb became a goddess. For a moment, she mourned… but only for a moment before Lamb appeared in front of her, embracing her and kissing her deeply; making her moan into the long tongue as even the smallest brush caused lightning pleasure to surge through her.

“I’m still me, Tay,~” Lamb purred, even her voice causing Taylor’s knees to shake. “And I need to reward you for being such a good, loving, friend. A friend I love more than almost everything.” She kissed Taylor again, making her eyes roll back in her head and leaving her gasping for air.

“I know…” Taylor knew that voice and that smirk, Lamb was about to do something that would ruin her and she was going to love it every second. “I’ll play with you directly… and I’ll let you feel all the pleasures of everyone else!” Lamb announced cheerfully.

Taylor did not whimper, no matter what anyone else said.

Quickly, she found herself tied up as several Lamb clones rubbed themselves against her, making Taylor scream and writhe for a moment before she was muffled by one of them shoving Taylor’s lips against her cunt. Worse, she felt one clone slip underneath her and, in time with another, shoving inside her; filling her holes with absolute bliss.

She didn’t know if there was any part of her that wasn’t filled with it.

Elsewhere, Lisa writhed in a sensory deprivation hell as an endless cavalcade of lustful sounds filled her head, pleasure pulsing into her through her shard and body as even her tight bodysuit massaged her up and down; tickling her and driving her insane.

But she couldn’t cum, she couldn’t cum until she figured out the puzzle Lamb had given her. She needed to cum so badly, but she needed to solve the puzzle. She needed to cum so badly… Taylor’s own orgasms were only strengthened by Lisa’s overwhelming need.

Parian rode on one Lamb’s mouth, her tongue writhing inside, while kissing another and teasing a third with her crop. All were fitted with toys, making them twitch and moan on demand, and she’d set them to their maximum.

The Lambs didn’t stop cumming for even a moment, and that pleased Parian greatly. Every orgasm of theirs triggered one of her own, not helped by the lightning she’d practically trapped in her slit. She’d never been more satisfied in her life… but a few more hours wouldn’t hurt. Taylor felt all of it. 

Tammi and Emma were tied up, a clone of Taylor fucking them with endless tentacles; even making two snake up through them and enter the other’s mouth. Endless aphrodisiacs flowed, heightening their sensitivities further while keeping them hyper aroused. Taylor knew she could direct and control her clone… but Lamb was doing everything she’d do and more, breaking the two girls utterly. Taylor was all three of them.

Beatrice was experiencing something far more esoteric as energy swirled around her, pulsing through her constantly. Energy she couldn’t control, only absorb. Energy that was the raw distilled essence of Pleasure. All pleasures. It made the former Endbringer scream and writhe, hips jerking even as the energy became a shape, then a being. A slime covering, filling, massaging, and kissing Beatrice; gagging and restraining her. Taylor screamed on the inside.

The minions were playing with each other even as Lamb clones fucked them; Karin, June, Alice, and Ashley all writhing, kissing, moaning. Even as Taylor felt a small amount of jealousy at not being in the middle of it, as irrational as that was, another clone of her appeared and was set upon by them and more Lambs. It was gentle, lustful, their hands and kisses soft and pleasant. Taylor loved every second of it.

Alena, Sally, and Sarah were similar; but each was being fucked in ways that suited them. Alena by a machine pulsing pleasure through her; pink lasers etching it into her body even as they caused no damage and vibrators pumping in and out of her holes. Sally was being railed in front of a ‘live’ studio audience… of women and men that she and Lamb (and Taylor) found good looking, all fucking one another (which she also felt). And Sarah was being massaged by Lamb clones even as her power pumped orgasms into her brain and reassured her that everything was going to be fine. The pleasure burned Taylor’s mind.

“Selene says that a few months of this would be enough to reward you,~” Lamb whispered into her ear from underneath her, “But I think years would be better, don’t you? If the others are satisfied sooner, I’ll just loop it in your mind and soul.~”

Taylor could only cum in response, something Lamb took as agreement.

Her mind was blank and her world was filled with Pleasure.

“Oh, right! I almost forgot to mention,” Lamb continued, conversationally, “When you feel pleasure here it’s permanent. It won’t go away until I make it go away or we go back to Earth or another realm. So just relax and enjoy.~”

Taylor didn’t understand the words, not really, but Lamb’s voice made her cum again so that was ok. She loved Lamb. Lamb made her feel good. She loved Lamb.

And Lamb loved her back.