Dr. Esther Rosenstock was worried. She had never known Tally Smith to use words like "emergency" lightly. Certainly not to ask her boss to clear her schedule, even for an hour. But Tally had built up a lot of trust, and nothing critical was being postponed. So she made the calls, pleaded illness, and in a few minutes she was able to call Tally back.
"You don't know how much I appreciate that," the girl said. "I'll be right there."
Immediately the dean heard a loud boom. It repeated, and she thought there had been an earthquake. But it was too rhythmic. Could it be a malfunctioning machine? The footsteps of some escaped beast from a nearby zoo? The office door flew open, and, defying the dean's more reasonable guesses, a giant version of Tally ducked inside. In two strides she was across the expanse of plush carpet and over the desk. She was a brain-breaking sight: jacket and shirt unbuttoned, setting boobs twice as big as her head free to bounce, though they didn't very much. And when she slipped that jacket off to reveal her perfectly chiseled arms, the fearfully beautiful image was perfected.
Her assistant smiled severely. "Esther, the emergency here is that your mind is still free."
"I -- I don't think it even is . . ." She was cowering in her desk, and Tally smelled urine. But there was, of course, a lot of lust in the dean's eyes.
"True." She leaned in further, and brought the middle-aged dean's face into her mountainous cleavage. Dr. Rosenstock struggled to breathe, and was afraid she might die there, but there was no place she would have rather been than under the control of her divine assistant. She didn't even feel the prick at the back of her neck.
"I just need you to take care of a few things, and you won't have to worry about this stressful job anymore. You'll be happier. You trust me, right? . . . No, don't say anything. I know you do. Now just relax, and let Goddess Onyx flow into you . . ."
Two hours later, Onyx and Jess were standing in the middle of a room lit only dimly by blue-tinged lamps in the corners. Onyx had her arm possessively wrapped around the emerald Seraph's waist, and they had both been filling the room up with sophisticated-looking equipment, transmuted from the dumpsters outside the door and the construction equipment that had been scattered upstairs. They'd soon need more material, especially as the newly-trained Rachael was making a valiant effort to reshape the entire building, redecorate, and lay the groundwork for future expansion. In the corner was the most important creation: a machine that silently churned out dozens of Seraph chips every minute, reducing the need for individual Seraphs or drones to spend energy creating them. It couldn't work as fast as Onyx would have liked, though, on the dorm's limited power supply.
Now they were resting, if a bit tensely; no one had bothered with a chair. Onyx was wearing a shiny military cap with an archaic Xind symbol on the brim that Jess couldn't read. Both Seraphs were dressed in tight black catsuits, unzipped to reveal well-formed abs and generous breasts. They were waiting for a large flat screen in the middle of the room to react. After a long moment, it did: a three-dimensional projection of the earth appeared, rotating slowly against a star-dotted black sky. Then, at an unseen command, it zoomed in on the southeastern United States. There were no political boundaries present, but Southport was obvious as a bold dot of red, decomposing at extreme zoom levels into a sea of tinier dots.
"You know, red has a lot of negative connotations . . ." Jess pointed out.
"Well, it shows up well against the planet. Most other colors would be hard to pick out."
A statistical breakdown of Seraph penetration appeared in the upper right corner, written in the Xind High Script, which Jess now had standard knowledge of thanks to Onyx's earlier data dump. She read that 457 people had begun the conversion process, a number that had roughly doubled each hour since mid-morning. There weren't many obvious clusters: dozens in the administration building; the ten or so girls at Leaf at any given time. The dots were diffuse, but growing far afield, with several moving rapidly away from the city.
"The administration building mission seems to have gone well."
"Yeah. I had to guide Angel quite a lot, but she pulled it off. Her last mission, most likely."
Jess looked a bit surprised.
Onyx paused, gesturing obscurely to turn the screen off and activate a white light on the ceiling, then turned back to Jess. "You know I liked her. But . . . she's a bit soft. I found someone in this place's administration who, will, complements her -- oh, there she is. Jess, meet Tally."
The hybrid Tally Fawn ducked into the room and bowed to the other Seraphs. Tally's face had softened, incorporating more of Angel's, and her hair was now a fairytale golden blonde. But her smile seemed diabolical, and her height slightly exceeded even Onyx's. The overall impression was of the most enthusiastic soldier from a woodland elf village. Jess wasn't sure who this person was, but she felt a chill of fear.
"Lend me some of that mass, would you? I know you've got energy to spare."
Tally walked over to Onyx and clasped her hand. The blonde didn't shink, but Onyx grew three feet. Her muscles exploded outwards, initially puncturing the catsuit in several spots before it reknit itself and, barely, caught up. When her head was brushing the ten-foot ceiling, she stopped growing, but Tally continued transferring potential energy. Although most was absorbed by her body's well-developed nanowires, a small fraction leaked into her bloodstream and raised her body temperature. Onyx moaned shamelessly at the heat, and her pheromone production increased. That made Tally and Jess feel hot, too, although they tried to hide it out of respect.
"That feels fantastic," enthused Onyx. "Thanks -- you can let go now." She was grinning, and more like the energetic that Tally remembered. She disengaged only with great reluctance, and stood with her hands in her lap, obscuring her abbreviated khaki shorts (taken, with permission, from Onyx's luggage) which were starting to reveal her wet arousal.
"Now I almost feel like I can defend myself, though I'd rather like to take even more. But I get ahead of myself. Tally, show Jess your memories from the administration building today. Both sets."
Now Tally clasped Jess's hand, and the seven-foot lizard-inked girl could feel the raw power of the larger lady's grip. There was no physical shock, as Tally was simply sharing the information, not replacing the girl's own memories. But when Jess learned that Angel had absorbed Tally -- or, perhaps, the other way around, given the prominence of the former dean's assistant in the new girl's face personality -- her mind's reaction was as painful as any physical jolt. It struck her as cruel, as if both girls' lives had been obviated.
"That seems . . . awful," muttered Jess, who was immediately shocked at herself for allowing the words to escape her lips. She looked around as if checking to see whether anyone had heard -- foolishly, she knew, as Onyx could hear all she said, wherever she was.
The Goddess seemed unaffected. "I made two flawed people better. Merging is quite a useful process, and it is usually carried out with much less mercy and respect. In fact, Tally has brought along some fine people she found in the administration building, as a demonstration. for you. Tally?"
The amalgam-girl walked swiftly to the door and beckoned. About a dozen people streamed from the hallway into the room in single file, filling it. Some were clearly students, some a bit older, but all were strong and fit, and about three-quarters were men. Their eyes were blank, and they had contented smiles on their faces. Tally pulled her diamond pendant forward, though keeping it around her neck, and walked behind the captives. Each time she approached the back of a neck, the pendant glowed; she paused briefly until the glow stopped, then moved on.
When this process was completed, Tally pressed her palm against the chest of one of the captives, a well-built man in his mid-twenties. The man's body rapidly gained a gray metallic sheen, and he no longer moved or breathed. Tally moaned in pleasure, shockingly loud, as the man quickly disappeared into her hand; heat pulsed through her body as she grew to the same absurd height as Onyx.
Jess flinched as Onyx unexpectedly sent data to her brain from across the room, spurning the more efficient contact process. She received a set of orders, and the way in which to carry them out, but not yet any full understanding what she was to do.
"Absorb the man closest to you," the Goddess ordered. "Don't preserve any of his personality. It's not worthy of you. Do it now."
Objections burned in Jess's mind. You just killed that man, and for what? But Jess knew in her heart that as a Seraph she was bound to obey Onyx Chaleur. And that was what she was going to do. Grimly, without pleasure, she placed her hands on the shoulders of a nineteen-year-old blonde kid of medium build. Without delay, his exterior turned to metal, and he flowed into her.
The sensation was incredible. It was as if boiling lava were flowing through her veins, or lightning. She could actually feel her nerve endings multiplying, her nanowires lengthening, and her muscles densifying as a metallic compound interwove itself throughout them. It was a runaway loop, as the more energy she took, the more crisply and intensely she could feel it. As she absorbed the last of the kid, she fell to her knees, crying out in a hundredfold-magnified climax. Although she maintained consciousness, her objections were pushed to the back of her mind, as she felt compelled to seek out another person to absorb. She settled on a fit blonde woman in her mid-thirties, and absorbed her more slowly, no longer growing so much, trying to savor the sensation but struggling to slow herself down.
She saw Rachael fly in through the door, twisting her body so she didn't have to land. Jess's orange-haired girlfriend still lacked a pendant, that ultimate symbol of Seraphdom, but Onyx, herself about to absorb a freshman girl, fabricated one and tossed it over to Rachael. After a brief knowledge-sharing embrace with the Goddess, Rachael found an older jock and joined in herself, as did Tally, none sparing their moans.
When it was all over, and Jess was panting, still trying to reconcile the incredible feelings of pleasure against the life of the men she'd just killed, Onyx broke in, cheerfully.
"If you're worried about those people, don't be. Tally's pendant copied her genetic structure, so as soon as we can get control of a serious power supply he'll live again, as if nothing had happened. This is just in case we run into any immediate trouble - the size is for show, but we need to take on more density, and more energy. If Earth tries to put up a fight, we want to win."
"Why didn't you . . . tell me . . ." Jess's mind was whirling.
The dark-haired woman spoke more seriously. "I had to make sure you were loyal. That you'd do anything for me. If you aren't willing to kill on my orders, you have no business being a Seraph." Onyx placed a steadying hand on the wide-eyed girl's shoulder. "But you've passed my test, Jess. You've earned my trust."
Jess's eyes welled up, and she nodded. "I understand."
Onyx took a kiss, and Jess acquiesced. The Emerald Seraph acutely felt the slightly cold plasticine brim of Onyx's cap against her raging-hot forehead, but that was soon outweighed by the warmth they shared in an embrace. At length, Onyx nudged her partner, and they separated reluctantly. She backed up, to address the three aroused, impatient Seraphs.
"Honestly, I don't like to kill. I'd rather bend than break things; and I'd rather punish than obliterate. But we will be strong enough, within ourselves, to kill, if the situation demands it." Onyx smiled again. "So, wanna fuck?"
Everyone was thrilled at the prospect. Rachael flew out of the door first, the others twisting and turning in single file down the unfinished second-floor hallway. They emerged into a totally remade lobby. The new atrium soared up to encompass all five stories of the Leaf building, taking up half of the former hotel's volume. Although the decoration in the upper floors was sparse, it was brilliantly crafted, mostly by the creative Ruby Seraph. Rachael's poetic sensibilities had produced a complex web of metal and gem filigrees. Amethyst mingled with aquamarine, while rivulets of peridot streamed through a sea of sapphire. The intricacy was stunning, though it only covered a fraction of the lobby's space. Much of the rest was thinly covered with reflective silver. Due to the limited amount of matter available, the only new decoration of substantial size was a massive crystal chandelier, white with a few multicolored specks. Unusually, the chandelier formed a ring with a hole in the center, and hung from several spots beneath an equally massive golden bowl, which itself was attached to the ceiling. A light shone through the hole, but seemed to come from within it.
Tally had already stripped nude, and the other girls quickly decided to join them. Jess tore her clothes to shreds trying to get them off, including her boots. Rachael stripped smoothly, while Onyx, using a trick she hadn't yet taught the Seraphs, simply absorbed the clothes into her body. Onyx, using a faintly visible beam of energy, vaporized the clothes as they fell, and that distraction was the first excuse the Seraphs had to look down.
Sixteen girls knelt silently on the parquet floor. Nearly all of them were seventeen or eighteen, most were white, and all were uncommonly beautiful, with umblemished skin and toned bodies. Rachael recognized them all, but knew they had to have been changed, some more than others. Most had not been this flawless when they entered the dorm. It wasn't clear whether they felt any discomfort, as their eyes were all worshipfully fixed to the soaring Seraphs, and their faces were locked in unisonal smiles.
Jess and Tally, embracing and necking around the third story, were unconcerned. At a mental prompt from Onyx, the black girl began growing a lime-green girlcock above her pussy. Tally shuddered as she felt the thing against her thigh, and started breathing hard as she broke the kiss to look and saw how large it was growing. At five feet tall, even a foot would be hard to manage; at ten feet, and with incredibly enhanced internal plumbing, two and a half feet was actually more reasonable. Tally's mind still instinctively told her that such a length was impossible, absurd. The pulsing organ looked huge on Jess, the size of a normal person's arm. But something within her trusted Jess to know what she was doing.
The Diamond Seraph decided to try taking the cock in her mouth first, as that would be easier to back out of. She flew a few feet downward, and experimentally licked the thing. It tasted like slightly sour cherries, and she was hooked. Tally couldn't wait to get her mouth around the thing, and with a little effort she managed. In the merging with Angel she'd lost her gag reflex, along with a number of other changes she couldn't source, and the blonde was soon being happily throat-plowed by Jess, whose rhythmic thrusts caused wobbles in the pair's gliding trajectory.
Meanwhile, Onyx headed Rachael's way. The redhead was looking wistfully at the assembled Leaf girls, she noticed.
"Rachael, come over here?" Onyx asked, as tenderly as she could manage. Rachael forced a smile and flew to Onyx's side, still looking a bit distant.
Onyx caressed the girl's face, and those crystal blue eyes burned into her own. "Rachael Norfolk, you impress me."
The girl was surprised and delighted at the praise from her Goddess. "Th-thank you," was all she could manage.
"I mean it. You're the smartest girl I own, by far. Jess told me how easily you figured me out, from what little information you had. It was a beautiful performance.
"It was nothing . . ."
Onyx laughed musically. "For you, I know it was nothing. It comes naturally to you. I may well need to borrow your skills. But," she said heavily while pressing her massive tits against Rachael's slightly smaller boobs, "there are some things that don't come so naturally to you as they should."
Rachael looked a bit puzzled, and drew back, but Onyx leaned into her again, and the Ruby Seraph knew better than to resist anymore.
"I can see the way you look at the supplicants below. As if they're being punished."
"Well, I wouldn't want to kneel like that . . ."
"They don't feel any pain doing it. But I think your biggest concern is how they've been changed. And how they've lost some characteristics that might be perfectly fine, but which I just didn't want in my supplicants."
Rachael slowly nodded.
"I changed you, too. And do you like that?"
"Of course."
Onyx's pussy ground aggressively against her charge's. "And if I'd asked you before I started, if you wanted to be turned into a giant sex angel, what would you have said?"
"I'm . . . not sure I can answer that."
"I know. It's impossible, now, for you to put yourself in the position of someone who would have rejected a life of near-constant pleasure. The humans down below would not understand the question either. Can't you tell they're happy?
"The humans? As opposed to us?"
"I'm not human, and neither are you. We're supernatural. Special. And," Onyx said, smiling, "I will fix your mind so that you can accept that, as your fellow Seraphs have."
Rachael felt something warm inside her for a moment. She looked down at the kneeling drones again, and felt moderate lust, but mostly unconcern. Her time was best spent with the Goddess. Who could resist, if such a creature actually wanted you?
"I'm glad we could solve that problem," Onyx said. "Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to lose your empathy entirely. But I don't want you distracted by matters beneath you, either. Okay?"
"Okay." Rachael smiled sweetly. Her eyes, formerly brown, now sparkled with exactly the same crystal-blue hue as Onyx's.
Onyx gave Rachael a quick peck on the lips, hoping to take it slowly, but almost immediately she was pressing hard into a kiss, and Rachael, her mind free of distraction, responded with enthusiasm. The fire-haired vixen couldn't see Onyx's tool as it teased her pussy, but she could look up to see Jess bucking wildly in Tally's mouth. The Emerald Seraph screamed in climax just as Onyx thrust her tool into Rachael, who saw Jess eventually pull out, as spurt after spurt of lime-green spunk scattered and hit the assembled girls, who continued to looked up in awed submission, motionless, accepting their sacrament.