Two Halves of a Corrupt Ring Prologue

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>>>Prologue: A Golden Transition<<<

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Music filters through the air in an austere, almost spartan, laboratory as a woman, draconic wings spread and twitching, tail waving lazily through the air, sings. "I'm drunk on the venom in my veins; The phenom I am, I see the dark in the mirror; The blood stains a white coat and I see ever clearer~; I'm drunk on the venom, I'm not fighting it anymore.~"

Cauldron would call this place Earth-Zeta-729572A. Continually shrouded in storms, darkness, and dimensional anomalies; this world saw few powers ever reach it.

But those that did tended to be powerful, varied, and exotic.

“Have you ever heard of Warhammer 40K?” The woman asked, swaying her way over towards a bound and gagged man, strapped to a surgical chair. “They have this fascinating race, the Dark Eldar? I love their work, you know.”

The man whimpered, jerking as he tried to escape.

“Oh, you have! Well, let me tell you something that inspired me from them,” She smiled as she sat on his lap to look him in the eyes, “You see, they took a man and did something very interesting to him. They took him and made it so that, whenever he lied, he’d feel the agony of his skin being torn off and filled with salt before it was put back on! It didn’t actually happen of course, that would kill him very quickly, it just felt like it.” Her voice was light and airy, like she were talking about a cute dog she’d seen.

“Then they took him and asked him if he was having fun. If he said the truth, that he wasn’t, they’d punish him!” She announced with a wide smile, “And if he lied, the alterations would instead!” She cackled.

The man started to cry.

“Eventually he started loving the pain of course, it was still better than his punishments you see. It became his new normal,” She kept talking even as she turned on the razor in her hand, the buzzing sending a spike of terror through the man, “But what I’m getting at is… I don’t like drug smugglers and I hate people that touch children. You, my friend, have worked with both. But, since you didn’t do it yourself… I’ll offer you one chance.”

Slowly she pulled his gag out, releasing his sobs into the world.

“Tell me where their base is, and I won’t have to cut open your skull to turn off your ability to lie!” She offered, eyes sparkling. “Of course, if you lie to me… my assistant will be the perfect example for you.”

Her free hand waved and a man, surgical scars across his skull, walked forward. “I am your ever faithful slave-pet Cassius Mark, Mistress Aliva.”

“Good boy, tell him how you’re doing, slave-pet,” She ordered.

“I am your ever faithful slave-pet Cassius Mark, Mistress Aliva,” He replied, voice flat and lifeless.

“Now, see, he was a piece of work,” Aliva said with a smile, “He stole people’s looks, their talents, their intellect… all because he thought they thought they were better than him. He’s still in there, you know, and this is his lifelong punishment. Until the day he dies, he will never be able to do anything but follow my sister Sasha’s, the police’s, or my orders.” She paused for a moment, thinking. “Oh, and I stole his powers. Shoving it into my brain was hard, but it was worth it.”

The man was openly crying now.

“So… just tell me what I want to know, and I’ll let you go, ok?”

The man broke.

<<<Sasha>>>

Sometimes Sasha wondered if she was fucked in the head, it’d explain a lot honestly.

It’d make sense after all, you’d have to have some sort of brain damage or some neuro-divergent shit going on if you find yourself having the hots for your sister. Oh and the fact that your sister was clinically insane, was a certified Body Modder, and happened to take inspiration from the Fucking Dark Eldar and that one traitor marine.

Like she had to get some work done, turned out being a giant walking tank doesn’t make you invincible where explosives are involved, and Sasha was all sorts of fucked really. Alvia got her on the table and put her under to operate.

She woke up later in perfect health with an only slightly oversized dick. 

A dick she proceeded to use on her sister vigorously.

She did say she was fucked in the head alright?

Her armor writhed around her, teasing her body but stopping short of fucking her senseless again. A gift from her sister, something she’d usually use to modify people tuned towards more… offensive and defensive means.

Was she upset that her sister did this to her body without her consent? No, not really… if anything she was surprised it didn’t happen soon honestly. If anything it would eventually make it easier to breed the shit out of the psycho.

Her target was ahead, a warehouse filled with criminals and their victims. Human traffickers were scum, but when they used those humans as drug containers by shoving bags into them… well, there were reasons she didn’t complain too much when Aliva actually carried through on her threats to them.

She didn’t have to, this time, but her reputation was strong enough that she didn’t usually need to resort to that anymore.

If there was anything she was grateful for about her form it was that she was immune to most small caliber bullets, and a few bigger ones in truth. Besides, when you were as big as she was it became hard to take cover and for it to actually work.

A few of the criminals had rifles that would hurt, but at worst they’d only leave bruises, not kill her. More importantly were the people in the building, most in the back and waiting for the ‘surgeons’ to get the drugs out of them so they could get a fake passport and leave.

She’d already called the police… but the criminals would probably get away before getting arrested.

Well… unless she took a page from her sister’s playbook and went ‘Kneecaps are a Privilege,’ and that did sound rather tempting in all honesty. Besides they were all drug dealers and hardened criminals, so who gave a shit?

Honestly the only reason they would live to see jail is because they didn’t mess with kids… as far as Sasha knew anyway. And even if they did… those types rarely survived their prison sentence to begin with.

At least, didn’t mess with them sexually. Physically, well, mules could be any age.

“We’ll be there in fifteen,” The dispatch officer said, “Please don’t do anything reckless.”

Sasha snorted before touching her ear. “Define reckless,” She said dryly.

She was a near seven foot tall bright red woman with horns, immune to small arms fire, built like a goddamn brick shit house, and packing something that wouldn’t look out of place in porn! What about her didn't seem ‘reckless’ in all honesty?

Hell, give her one of those spiked club things and a loincloth, she’d be a goddamn stereotype!

“Going in to arrest them yourself,” They drawled, “Again.”

“I don’t arrest, I break them so they can’t escape and then you arrest them,” Sasha said, “Besides I’m a fricken giant amazon, why do you all get pissy when I go in like a wrecking ball?”

“Paperwork,” Came the instant reply.

“... Fair… but…” She pulled the ear bud from her ear and crushed it, “I’m really bad at staying in place. Plus the only one I have a chance of listening to is my sister.”

Could she listen to other people? Yes, her sister had assured her she hadn’t touched her ability to follow other people’s desires at all and she could say no to Aliva at any time she wanted. Would she?

No. No she would not.

For all her issues, Aliva had never done wrong by Sasha. Sure, spontaneously giving her a dick without her input? Yeah, that kind of annoyed her, but honestly? Having another way to have sex with her sister was hardly a negative. She also learned why guys always thought with their dicks!

Also, the screams of her opponents sounded like music.

There wasn’t much of a fight, not really. They couldn’t really hurt her and even when they hit her with a rifle, which had a shot of it, her armor blocked it.

The criminals with weapons were left with broken bones, the illegal immigrants… she left alone, though she did lock them in the room back room so they wouldn’t run away while a bag of drugs was still in them and ready to leak. 

Alva hadn’t enjoyed fixing that the last time.

Though some of the unwilling mules cried and thanked her profusely… and she was pretty sure one of them swore to serve her for the rest of his days? At least she thought that’s what he said, she wasn’t really all that good with spanish.

The police arrived seconds after she was done and the detective, Jack (she was on a first name basis with him!), just gave her the flattest possible look and crossed his arms.

But he didn’t ask her for a statement this time, probably because the place had cameras, and so she was free to leave!

“Is it getting really bright to anyone else?” She asked, her vision filling with golden brightness before she felt a jerk and began falling.

She didn’t know how long she fell for, nor even when she’d passed out (which Aliva said was impossible after her surgery), but she awoke on dirt, green grass, and… under clear blue skies?

That wasn’t normal.

“... hey Sasha,” Aliva started, sounding as dazed as she felt, “Do you see the giant glowing tree in the distance too?”

“Hey…” Sasha pushed herself up, “Yeah…” She added as she looked at said giant tree, “Huh, the last thing I recall is a flash of golden light too…”

“Same,” Her sister said with a nod, “We’re both naked, for the record. The grass is a species I’ve never seen before, same with the trees. It’s like they’re used to high levels of sunlight. I’d assume this was a dream but I don’t recall my dreams involving deer with horns growing out of their spines.”

It was a weird looking deer too, larger than she was used to with weird, twisted, horns growing in weird places.

Sasha massaged the base of her own horns, “Okay, okay so… what do we do?” She asked, “Cause I don’t think getting back will be an easy thing to do… besides you don’t have any of your tools I don’t think.” She added as she got up.

“Just my razor sharp claws…” Aliva replied, “... we could get tans without a tanning bed or gene mods?”

“... I’m dark red sis, I’m not sure I can tan,” Sasha said dryly, “And we visited enough naked beaches to find out, remember?”

“Ah, but there were the ash clouds still,” She retorted, her dark ash colored skin standing out in the greens and golds of the grasses around her, “They were just thinner there.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” Sasha grunted as she looked around, “But still… well I guess first things first we should find a place to hole up to figure shit out.”

“And find someone to talk to,” She agreed with a nod, standing up with some effort, “Lead the way, oh architect mine.~”

Sasha just rolled her eyes, “Fine.” She said as she looked around, “Think I see a ruin not too far away, looks pretty intact too so we can hole up there,” She added as she pointed towards it, though it was quite a walk.

Well, for a normal person and not whatever the fuck they were.

It would, however, still take time. Oh well, no one said life was fair.

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Vyor: Inspired by, though not controlled by, some builds we put together in the Lewd Worm Mod interactive CYOA. Is it a bit odd? Yes, yes it is. Not sure how much we’ll work on this in the short term though.

Nightmare723764: I’m still working through some ER lore and it’s a trip. But yeah if we do work on this more it will be a very slow burn, and by that I mean uploads… though it could be a slow burn as in story development if we want to show the sisters slowly adapting to the Lands Between and fucking each other. Can’t forget that! :V