23. The Ebb and Flow (part two)
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The girl’s were noticing some changes now as they bathed in Hoglah’s anal musk, for one their feet were becoming much larger and their hands were elongating. Their pert young pussies were becoming painfully swollen mounds that wept constantly, their faces in a constant pucker with desire to drinking deeply of their father’s manhood had caused their necks to thicken and take on a vascular appearance. The girl’s stomachs had ballooned into muscular pot bellies they enjoyed rubbing with their stiff hands. They were also like bees to a flower, almost 10 seconds could not pass without one of the girls licking, kissing, sniffing deeply or motorboating the sweaty pucker of daddy's enormous ass, even though they were fully in tears with cries such as “Help us Daddy, we want to suck your cock but we...actually have fallen in love with your...asshole...it is so beautiful, it is our new god...we want to fuck it so bad but these disgusting…” Connie stopped taking a deep nasal drag off the slimy prostate fluid dripping hole that left her nose wet. As she reached to wipe it she realized she no longer had hands, but incredibly sweating feet that, with great pleasure she began lick and sniff. Her wretched hole bothered her again by throbbing, reminding her she had no outlet through which to act. Continuing to cry as she rubbed her sweaty, spit covered new hand feet all over her face “stupid pussies won’t let us rail your beautiful asshole and pussy.” No sooner had the words left the girl’s mouths than with a blink two powerful slapping strikes landed on the girl’s faces. “You are not humans, you don’t get pussy and you don’t want it. You are dirty little ass creatures now, the reason you are trapped in gross, swollen little pussy skins is that you won’t admit what you are.” The girl’s teeth and face had been altered by the eyelash strike.

 

Their teeth had become broad and slightly buck-toothed, their faces stretched as another slap brought them permanently fixed sucking muzzles. Their intelligence visibly dropped as their eyes glazed stupidly. “Assholes?...We only want assholes?” the girl’s eyes pinpoint hypnotic swirls.

“Not just any assholes, you are filthy beasts of burden, you crave only the most vile assholes,”ass” such mine will spoil you. Mine is the most filthy to ever exist, once you’ve rutted in my hole you’ll spend the rest of your lives as dimwitted, horny animals without any relief as you ruin every ass you come across and never finding the satisfaction mine gives. Now, what are you, my slutty daughters?” Hoglah finished and chuckled to herself about the pun she made.

 

Their clits flattened out wide and painfully in their pussies as a new purpose to the breath that filled their lungs took root. Every breath was to fuck and pursue a steaming hole, they finally felt complete, no more shackles of the false nobility that their father pretended. Now they were simple whore beasts. Connie spoke first “Assholes...Puckers, stinkholes, bussies, I want them Daddy! I want yours!” Her clit began to slip from her puss in five centimeter increments with each beat of her heart as a urethra opened on the end. “ME TOO DADDY!!” Karen added with far more desperation. Her new cock began leaping from it’s newly forming sheath, Two half a meter long horse cocks anchored themselves firmly in place. “Good my little fuck beasts!” With a single kiss that left a snout and lipstick stain in place that permanently tattooed itself on to the smooth, hairless bloated pussies of the girls as their wombs dropped out and their ovaries filled their puffy vaginal lips, sealing vaginas and quickly becoming balls. The girls were now very male looking beasts with the duty of fucking Daddy, but little did they know their own anus’ were now very capable vaginas in their own right.

 

Leading them literally by the cock Hoglah took a stroll into the village, they had many families wronged by the fuckbeasts to apologize to, after all…they still needed their promised husbands. Hoglah was so proud of this idea, she’d have enough depravity to get the biggest, sloppiest tits to ever exist with this scheme! Every so often as she lost herself in fantasizing about her soon to be gargantuan titties the fuckbeasts caught up to he bloated pucker...She was amazed that after the seventeenth time they could still cum, a week without being cum bloated was torture...she also hated having an empty pussy, but Hoglah would not squander her first chance to loose her vaginal virginity to Lillith once they reunited thanks to a new body, for now she’d stick to being a Catholic Virgin...and fucking things a lot with her cock. 

 

It wasn’t long before the trio arrived at the home of the first young man whose life the girl's had claimed, following daddy’s lead a genuine apology followed, after all, they were living a true dream now. What need to their warped minds did they have to not being truly sorrowful for their past actions? The wailing of those wronged was followed by much slapping and striking and eventually fucking. Hoglah would conclude the meeting with each family with a heaping of gold from Tongue's stash. It did nothing to ease the sting of a lost son, brother, father or uncle but it did make life as a wretched peasant easier at least for a time....Hoglah had plans for this whole area, big plans...that would be later however the true pay out came from the sickly moonlight vapor which seeped from every home they visited.

 

This vapor condensed on the backs of the two fuckbeasts, growing heavier with each each house, slowly taking shape on the depraved horses, Dorses if you will. They were pushed closer and closer to the ground until they were no longer bipeds, becoming a humiliating, large footed creature ridden by the ghostly shapes that came from the homes of those they visited.

 

Hoglah of course understood what was happening, stone tape ghosts are astral remains of those killed traumatically, Hoglah was familiar as she had left parts of her own soul behind with her first death  that she had been unable to reclaim until her first summoning as a succubus back to Earth. These leavings she was collecting were a powerful asset and were no longer capable of any sort of thought, just feeling. That was why they had clung to their family homes. They sought to protect them and they had hate strong enough for the Dorses to cling to them. 

With out Hoglah they would likely have returned to their homes, but instead she kneaded each one in a snowball of hate, love and betrayal that would forever attach to the further warping sisters.

 

Taking the form of two metallic, skeletal knights she had crafted two new creatures from the spiritual remains of the countless wronged and killed men of the village to be eternally saddled to the Dorse sisters. The energy the results gave off was truly incredible. The world stopped and began to crack, then it shattered and resumed. It happened a second time. Hoglah’s newest creation had resulted in two paradigm shifts. The universe she now inhabited broke twice and reconstituted itself twice to accept that these two new creatures could even exist. In her old world God had collapsed, blood poured from his nose...Michael contacted Lucifer and asked him if he wanted to have some naughty fun with him while Father was out like a light, a red rocket blasted out of hell with a wicked grin on his face. Lucifer would have to thank Hoglah again some time, but for now he would be very, very busy. "Heh, gonna fuck literally right under daddy's nose." He chuckled to himself.

 

This new creature was a living contradiction. It was both alive and dead, male and female, sexual and without sex. It was what had never been, limitless. Drawing spiritual strength to aid flesh and fleshly power to aid spirits. Two blubbery female dorses with the stretched, sucking faces of the Lankashire sisters, giant cocks and throbbing assholes, milk spurting sloppy tits. On their backs, noble, ghostly knights with gleaming purple metal bones and their heads wreathed in ghostly afros and two horns, a tribute to Hoglah’s demon days. She’d also put a ghostly halo and stupidly small, ghostly angel wings on the girls. Just for the fuck you to heaven.

Inspiration for this chapter is Ebb and Flow by Larry and His Flask. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2CzwSCuIa0o&ab_channel=LarryandHisFlask-Topic

Also I am SHAMELESSLY stealing the Dorse Knights design from Drakengard 3's spectres, it is way too good a design to waste away in that broken game as a throwaway enemy. https://drakengard.fandom.com/wiki/Specters?file=Dod3-spectre3.jpg#Drakengard_3

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