Chapter 6: Progression
The steady motion of the wagon, the warmth of the latex sac, and the hum of arousal that filled the air all conspired to draw her into sleep.
But dreams were not so kind to Ema and Sasha these days. As soon as they drifted off, they were pulled back into the Master's nightmare world, a twisted, ever-shifting landscape that mirrored their deepest fears and desires. This time, they found themselves standing at the edge of a vast, churning sea, the waves crashing against the shore with a deafening roar. The sky above was a swirling maelstrom of darkness and light, the thunderous claps and flashes of lightning echoing the turbulent sea below.
Ema's cat ears twitched with anxiety, her amber eyes scanning the chaotic horizon.
But before she could process her surroundings, a sudden, intense pressure engulfed her. She gasped, her body convulsing with the force of it. The tentacles within her spread, filling her sex, as if trying to possess her completely. Sasha, too, cried out, her hazel eyes wide with shock and pleasure. She felt her body being invaded, her mind consumed by a primal, insatiable hunger. The urge to give in and the the Master take control was so strong. It took every ounce of her willpower to resist.
Ema turned to Sasha, her cat ears flattening against her head, her amber eyes filled with a desperate, pleading need. Sasha's hazel eyes met hers, their mutual terror reflecting in each other's gaze. They reached out, their hands grasping for each other, their fingers entwining in a desperate, comforting grip.
As they clung to each other, something dark and ominous began to take shape on the horizon. A massive, writhing shadow loomed over the churning sea, its tendrils reaching out like malevolent fingers.
Ema's cat ears twitched with fear, her amber eyes widening in terror as she saw the Master's form take shape. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath catching in her throat. "We don't belong to him. We won't let him control us."
Sasha's hazel eyes met hers, her grip on Ema's hand tightening as she nodded in agreement. "Never," she growled, her voice filled with a fierce, defiant determination. "Our bodies may be his to invade, but our minds, our souls, they will always be our own."
The Master's voice boomed through their dream, a dark, malevolent rumble that seemed to shake the very foundations of their reality. "You cannot deny me, little ones. Your bodies are mine, and soon your minds will be too. Resist, and you will only suffer more." The shadow of his form loomed larger, his tendrils lashing out like whips, their tips writhing with a perverse, hungry energy.
"We will never be yours!" Ema spat, her voice filled with a raw, primal hatred.
Ema felt her body tremble with a mix of fear and desire, her cat ears flattening against her head. But despite the horror, she couldn't deny the strange, perverse pleasure that coursed through her veins. She was terrified, yes, but she also reveled in the sensation of Sasha's body against hers, the warmth of her companion's skin, the rhythmic pulse of the tentacles that filled them both.
She turned her head, her amber eyes meeting Sasha's hazel ones. In that moment, she saw her own fear reflected in her companion's gaze, but also something else—a dark, forbidden hunger. It was a hunger born of the parasite, yes, but it was also something more, something deeper, something that existed between them. As if reading her mind, Sasha's grip on her hand tightened, and with a sudden, fierce determination, she leaned in, her lips capturing Ema's in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Ema gasped, her eyes widening in surprise, but she kept her mouth open, welcoming Sasha's tongue as it slid inside, exploring, tasting. The contact sent a jolt of pleasure through her, a sensation so intense and unexpected that she couldn't help but moan. It was as if the kiss was a lifeline, a beacon of hope in the dark, stormy night of their dreamscape. She clung to Sasha, her hands gripping her companion's shoulders.
Ema felt bold, emboldened by the defiance coursing through her veins, and she kneaded Sasha's breast, her fingers pinching the firm flesh of her niple.
Sasha gasped, her hazel eyes widening in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she let out a low moan, her head tilting back, granting Ema better access. Despite the horror of their situation, she found herself craving more, craving Sasha.
Ema's amber eyes met Sasha's hazel ones, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Somehow, this felt like owning the unwanted stimulation of the parasites and making it work for them. She could feel the tentacles within her moving in time with Sasha's, their bodies synchronized in a dark, primal dance. Ema's cat ears twitched with excitement, her heart pounding in her chest. She was terrified, yes, but she was also strangely empowered by this newfound control over her body. She could feel the power of the parasites coursing through her, and she wanted to harness that power, to use it for her own desires. She leaned in, her lips capturing Sasha's once more, her tongue exploring her companion's mouth with a newfound confidence. Sasha moaned, her own tongue meeting Ema's, their bodies pressed tightly together, their breaths mingling.
She could feel the tentacles within her pulsating, their movements synchronized with Ema's, as if they were one entity, one being. Ema's fingers tugged at her nipple, the sensation sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt Ema's other hand slide down her stomach, her fingers slipping between the tentacles in her pussy.
Sasha gasped, her hips bucking against Ema's hand. She felt Ema's skin, seeking out her erect nipple.
She was already drenched, her body responding to Ema's touch as if they had been lovers for a lifetime. She felt Ema's fingers slide into her, her touch knowing, confident, and she gasped, her hips bucking against Ema's hand. The tentacles pulsed in unison. Ema's mouth found her neck, her teeth nipping, her tongue licking, her hot breath sending shivers down her spine. They were a tangle of limbs, their bodies pressed tightly together. Sasha felt Ema's body tremble, her own responding in kind. Their moans filled the air, their bodies writhing as the pleasure built.
Ema could feel the tension building, the pleasure coiling like a spring, ready to explode. Sasha's hips bucked. And then, with a sudden, explosive force, they came. Their bodies convulsed, their moans filling the air, their pleasure a shared, shuddering ecstasy. Ema's fingers continued to move, drawing out every last drop of Sasha's orgasm, her own body shuddering with aftershocks. They clung to each other.
As the last waves of pleasure ebbed away, they drifted off, their bodies entwined, their minds lost in the bliss of their shared climax. It was a deep, dreamless sleep, a respite from the horrors of their reality. But even dreams have their limits, and eventually, they were woken by the jarring jolt of the wagon coming to a halt.
Ema blinked her amber eyes open, her cat ears twitching as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She felt the familiar warmth of her orgsm between her legs, and as her vision came into focus, she realized that she was still wrapped in the latex sac. She could feel Sasha's body pressed against hers, her own sac making a squelching sound as she shifted. But she also felt something else. The ever present force of the Master hung like rumbling thunder in the distance, as usual. Now however, she could also feel Sasha, like a soft, warm breeze. They were connected now, in a profound and intimate way. The thought filled her with joy!
That joy was short lived. Suddenly, Ema felt a strange tightness, a new pressure enveloping her breasts and shoulders. Her eyes widened in alarm as she realized that her parasite had grown again, its fleshy tendrils now encasing her upper body, squeezing her with an uncomfortable force. She let out a gasp, as she tried to process the sensation. The latex clinging to her form and concealed the the advanced state of her infection.
"Sasha," she whispered. Panic began to rise within her, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried to lift her arms, to pry the latex away from her skin, but it was no use.
Ema looked down at Sasha's latex-clad belly, and her heart leapt into her throat. She could actually see it grow larger, the latex stretching and pulling taut under the influence of her parasite. The sight filled her with a sense of helplessness.
But as Betrix grabbed her, Ema felt a sudden, stillness. The parasite within her retreated, its tendrils retracting like a fist unclenching. She stumbled, her body weakened by the sudden absence of the creature's influence. Betrix grabbed her shoulders, steadying her as she set her on her feet.
Sasha, too, felt her parasite retreat, the pressure and warmth within her subsiding abruptly. She gasped, her body trembling as the tentacles receded, leaving her feeling oddly hollow. She looked up at Betrix, her hazel eyes filled with a mix of relief and dread.
Betrix reached for the collar around Ema's neck. The latex sac fell away, and Ema took a deep, shuddering breath, her body aching from the extended encapsulation. She could feel the cool air on her skin, a stark contrast to the warmth and dampness of the sac. She looked down at her body, her cat ears twitching with unease as she saw the advanced state of the parasitic second skin, now covering most of her body. She had known it was growing, but seeing it so clearly, so starkly, sent a shiver down her spine.
Sasha gasped, wishing she could hold and comfort Ema.
Betrix, too, stared, her black, tinted visor reflecting the grotesque form back at her. "Whoever thought a priestess could look so... unholy," she hissed, a cruel edge to her words.
"But it seems my work here is done. Sasha, you're free to go. I suggest you take your... friend with you." With a sharp nod, she removed the latex bindings from Sasha, the sound of tearing fabric punctuating the air. Sasha stumbled back. She was free, her body no longer encased in the confining latex, but the sight of Ema's grotesque transformation filled her with a deep, gnawing dread.
Betrix turned to leave, her boots clanking against the uneven ground. "Remember, ladies," she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with a dark amusement, "the city is that way. And I wouldn't recommend showing your pretty faces anywhere near it... Safe travels, ladies."
Ema's cat ears twitched, her amber eyes meeting Sasha's hazel ones. Despite the horror of their situation, they both nodded in agreement. "Thank you, Betrix," Ema said, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "We appreciate the ride."
Sasha added, "And the warning." She took a deep breath, her fingers brushing against Ema's as she reached out to steady herself. "We won't forget this... experience."
Betrix chuckled, a dark, menacing sound that sent a shiver down their spines. "Oh, I'm sure you won't. And remember, when it comes to the Master, don't believe anything that snake tells you." With that, she climbed into the driver's seat and and the wagon lurched away, leaving them alone in the heart of the Hive's territory.
Ema and Sasha stood there, their eyes reflecting a mix of fear, and excitement.
Ema's cat ears perked up, her amber eyes gleaming with a newfound determination. "We're not going to let him control us, Sasha. We're going to find this witch."
Sasha nodded, her hazel eyes filled with resolve. "You're right. We can't let him control us. But first, we need to figure out where the hell we are." She looked around, her gaze sweeping over the strange, twisted landscape of the Hive. The sky above was a churning mass of darkness and light, the moon barely visible through the thick, eerie fog. The ground beneath their feet was a tangled mess of vegetation, the air thick with the scent of decay and the hum of unseen creatures.
Ema's cat ears twitched, her amber eyes scanning their surroundings. "I don't recognize any of this," she admitted.
Suddenly, they heard a distant clash, a metallic ring that echoed through the air. Their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, reinforced by their fledgling parasite bond. They had heard fighting before, and they knew better than to ignore it. They moved silently, their footsteps muffled by the soft, damp earth beneath their feet, their breaths shallow as they crept towards the sound.
As they rounded a bend, they saw a group of Kobolds, their scaled skin glistening in the dim light, engaged in a fierce battle with a horde of slimes. The slimes were grotesque, their bodies shifting and changing with each attack, their forms oozing and pulsating as they slammed and engulfed their foes.
But it was the sight of the female Kobold that sent a shiver of horror down Ema's spine. She was encased in a transparent blob of slime, her scaled body twisting and squirming as it slowly digested her alive. Her eyes were wide with terror, her mouth open in a silent scream. She clawed at the slime, her fingers leaving shallow gashes in their wake, but it was no use.
Ema's heart pounded in her chest, her cat ears flattening against her head as she took in the horrific sight. "Sasha," she whispered. "We can't just leave her."
Sasha's hazel eyes widened in horror. "But Ema, slimes... once they've swallowed someone, there's nothing we can do. My sword is just as likely to kill her, and your spells won't help either. We'd be better off helping the others."
Ema's amber eyes fell on the struggling Kobold, her heart aching for the doomed creature. She knew Sasha was right, but the sight of the terrified Kobold being slowly consumed by the slime was almost more than she could bear. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. With a heavy sigh, she tore her gaze away from the tragic scene and turned to Sasha. "Let's help the others."
Sasha sheathed her sword, her hazel eyes scanning the battlefield as she grabbed a sturdy stick protruding from the ground. "Blunt weapons work better than blades on slimes." she explained. She had witnessed the effectiveness of blunt force on slimes before.
Sasha's face was a picture of determination as she dashed forward, hefting her makeshift weapon. With a swift, precise motion, she drove the stick into a slime's amorphous body, pushing it back from a helpless Kobold. A guttural, wet sound echoed through the air as the slime hissed and recoiled, its gelatinous form momentarily disrupted.
Meanwhile, Ema quickly approached the Kobold, her cat ears twitching with worry and purpose. She could see the acidic burns marring the creature's scales, the pain etched on her face. Ema's heart ached for the poor being, and she knew she had to act fast. With a deep breath, she focused her healing magic, her hands glowing with an ethereal light as she placed them gently on the Kobold's shoulders.
The wounds began to knit together, the acid burns fading away as her power flowed into the injured woman. Ema's cat ears twitched, her amber eyes narrowing in concentration as she worked to repair the damage. The healing was effective, the Kobold's scales smooth and unmarred once more. But as Ema's magic reached its peak, she felt a sudden, jarring sensation.
The women's parasites began to awaken, their tendrils writhing and pulsating with newfound energy. Ema's focus shattered, her cat ears flattening against her head as she gasped, her hands recoiling from the now-healed Kobold.
Meanwhile, the Kobold woman, who had been about to thank Ema for her help, suddenly recoiled in disgust. Her eyes widening as she took in Ema's parasite-ridden appearance. "By the goddess, what have you done to yourself?" she spat, her voice filled with revulsion. "You're infected!"
Ema's amber eyes flashed with shame, her cat ears flattening against her head. "I'm sorry," she said, her soft voice strained in pleasure. "I didn't ask for this. I'm trying to fight it, but..." She trailed off, her hands still glowing with residual healing magic as she held them out, palms up, in a gesture of helplessness. Her cat ears twitched with a mix of embarrassment and frustration as she felt the tendrils within her writhing and pulsating with an intensity that was becoming all too familiar.
But she didn't have time to deal with it now. She had to focus on the fight, on helping the Kobolds and her lover.
Sasha, meanwhile, was feeling the same internal struggle. Her parasite had been quiet for a while, but now it was back with a vengeance, its tendrils twisting and turning inside her, fucking her with a frenzied intensity that made it hard to concentrate. She gritted her teeth, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she fought back the unwanted sensation. She hated that this thing could just use her, anytime it felt like it.
Suddenly, a glob of acidic slime splattered onto Sasha's arm, searing into her flesh. She cried out, her hazel eyes widening in pain as the slime began to eat away at her skin. Ema's cat ears perked up. She saw the slime, saw the raw, red burn on Sasha's arm, and without a moment's hesitation, she rushed to her side.
"Ema, no!" Sasha gasped, her voice laced with fear. "Your magic will only strengthen the parasites!"
Ema's amber eyes flashed with determination. "I won't leave you injured, Sasha. Focus on the slimes, I'll handle this." She quickly moved her glowing hands over Sasha's arm, her magic counteracting the acid's burn. A comfortable warmth spread through Sasha's skin, the pain receding as Ema's healing magic took effect.
"Thanks, but you don't need to—" Sasha began, but Ema cut her off.
"No arguments. We're in this together, remember? Now, let's take down those slimes."
With a renewed vigor, Sasha tore back into the fight, her makeshift weapon swinging with newfound force.
As Sasha swung her weapon, Ema focused her power on Sasha, weaving a barrier of energy around her to protect her from any further acidic attacks. The slime recoiled, its form momentarily disrupted, giving Sasha the opening she needed. With a final, powerful strike, she drove the stick into the creature's amorphous body, and with a guttural, wet hiss, the slime broke apart, its gelatinous form dissolving into a pool of goo on the ground.
Ema’s healing magic had given Sasha the advantage she needed, and as the last of the slime dripped away, she found herself breathing heavily, her heart pounding in her chest.
But even as she stood there, victorious, the tendrils of her parasite were still moving inside her, still fucking her with a relentless, maddening rhythm. She clenched he jaws, her hazel eyes narrowing as she tried to focus on anything but the unwanted pleasure between he legs.
Ema, too, felt the familiar, invasive sensation of her own parasite, its tendrils fucking her with a frenzied intensity that made it hard to concentrate. But she pushed the sensation aside as she scanned the battlefield.
Their eyes swept over the carnage, taking in the grim sight of several Kobolds engulfed by slimes, their struggles futile as the creatures slowly consumed them, crawling away to digest their pray. Some of the lucky kobolds had fled. Ema's heart ached for the poor creatures, but she couldn't help them.
Suddenly, a voice interrupted her thoughts. "I'm sorry." the voice said, filled with remorse. Ema turned to see the Kobold woman she'd healed, standing before her, her scaled skin unmarred. "I didn't mean to be so harsh. I was just... surprised. Forgive me. I'm Paz, by the way."
Ema's cat ears twitched with surprise, her amber eyes softening as she took in Paz's sincere expression. "It's alright, Paz." she said, her voice straining, understanding. "I know how it looks. I was attacked, by something... something that's still inside me." Ema's words trailed off as her parasite continued it's assault. She turned to her lover, eyes filled with concern.
Sasha was barely standing, her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, her body shaking as she clutched at her stomach with one hand, her other gripping her makeshift weapon tightly. Her parasite was fucking her hard, its tendrils twisting and thrusting inside her with a relentless, maddening rhythm.
Ema grimaced, as she tried, and failed, to suppress a moan. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and she could feel the pleasure building, threatening to overwhelm her. "Sasha," she gasped, her voice barely audible, her eyes locked onto her lover's. She needed to focus on something else, anything else, to keep her mind off the unwanted ecstasy that was consuming her. "We need to help the others..." She trailed off as she fought to maintain control.
Meanwhile, Paz stepped forward, her slender brows furrowing. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked, her voice soft yet determined.
Ema's amber eyes met Paz's, a mix of gratitude and desperation shining in them. "There is." she admitted. "We need to get... get control of these things." Her cat ears twitched with frustration, her tail lashing behind her in a clear sign of her growing agitation.
Sasha nodded in agreement, her hazel eyes reflecting her own determination. "Yes, we need to find a way... way to supress the M-master's power over us."
Ema gasped, her breath hitching as she fought to maintain control. She looked at Paz, her amber eyes pleading, desperate. "Do you know-oh... where we can find the witch?"
Paz's brows knitted together, her silver hair shimmering under the dim light. "The witch of the Hive? Yes, I know where she is. But it's not safe, especially not with... that." she said, gesturing to Ema and Sasha's parasite-ridden forms. "The witch resides deep within the Hive, in the heart of the Black Mushroom Forest. She's called the Bug Mother. She's not like other witches. She's... eccentric. " Paz's silver hair swayed slightly as she nodded towards the dense forest, her expression serious. "Good luck to you both. May the goddess guide your path."
Ema nodded as she clutched her stomach and tried to maintain her balance.
The tendrils were thrusting inside Sasha, their relentless rhythm pushing her towards the edge of a climax she didn't want. She leaned heavily on her makeshift stick, her knuckles white as she gripped it tightly, her hazel eyes wild with a mix of fatigue and ecstasy.
Ema, too, was feeling the same pressure, her own parasite fucking her with a frenzied intensity that left her trembling. She braced herself against a nearby giant mushroom as she fought to stay upright. She could feel her own climax approaching, the pleasure building to a crescendo that threatened to consume her entirely. She bit her lip, her tired eyes locked onto Sasha's, willing herself not to cum.
"Please," she begged, her voice shaking with both desperation and ecstasy, "please stop. I can't... I don't want this thing to grow anymore!" She moaned, knowing that it grew with every orgasm it forced on to her.
Ema's eyes closed tightly, her tail lashing behind her as she clung to the tree, her body convulsing with the force of her climax. She let out a muffled, desperate moan, her knees shaking and back arched.
Sasha's eyes were wide with shock and ecstasy, her body trembling as the tendrils within her thrust and writhed. She shuddered violently, her body wracked with the force of her orgasm.
And then, just as suddenly, the tendrils within them withdrew, their retreat as abrupt and disorienting as their advance had been. A wave of relief swept through them, followed by a deep, exhausting fatigue. They both slumped to the ground, their bodies trembling, and their limbs like jelly.
But their relief was short-lived, replaced almost immediately by a deep, gnawing anxiety. Ema looked up at Paz. She shook her head in denial as her parasite clothing grew, encasing her legs like a pair of glossy, transparent leggings. She tried to peel it off, her hands slipping on the slick surface, her eyes pinched in denial.
"Not again." she stammered. Sasha was by her side in an instant, her hazel eyes mirroring Ema's disbelieve "Ema, your parasite..." she said, her voice laced with concern. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the transparent material, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of it.
As she spoke, Sasha's belly swelled slightly as the parasite began forming a pair of living panties that hugged her hips and groin. The tentacles merged, the material pulsating and writhing as it settled into its new form. She looked down at the glossy, translucent flesh. "It's like yours... it's happeningto me too." she stammered, her hands hovering over the foreign substance, her fingers brushing against the slick, veiny surface. She shuddered, a wave of revulsion washing over her as she felt the parasite's flesh squirming against her skin.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you..." Paz stammered, her voice barely a whisper. "I can't... I can't be around that thing." She took a stumbling step backward. She was shaking her head, her eyes wide with fear and disgust. "I'm sorry, I really am. But I can't... It's too scary... I have to go." With that, she turned and fled, leaving Ema and Sasha alone with their horrible transformations.
Ema's feline eyes widened in shock, her cat ears swiveling towards Paz as the Kobold rushed away. She felt a sharp pang of rejection, her heart aching at the sight of the fleeing figure. She turned to Sasha, her voice tinged with despair. "She's gone."
Sasha's hazel eyes softened as she looked at Ema, her expression a mix of concern and compassion. She placed a comforting hand on Ema's shoulder, her voice gentle yet firm. "Ema, don't let it get to you. Paz helped us, remember? She gave us our best chance at finding a cure. We have to focus on that."
Ema sighed, then nodded. She took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. "Let's get going."
Sasha nodded in agreement. "The sooner we find this Bug Mother, the better. "