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The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey

Pashaimeru — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 16:03:26 GMT

Pashaimeru:

You searched through your memories and transformed. For the first time in over two thousand years, the mighty queen of the fairies was walking the mortal world again. You giggled as you gazed upon your now graceful and noble shape before conjuring up some clothes to cover yourself.

---

Godfrey was walking around the woods, looking for some edible mushrooms, whistling as he walked. He enjoyed nature, he truly did: whenever he wasn't made to work, he'd spend hours just walking around idly or taking an afternoon nap near a stream. Even his frequent fishing or gathering trips, like the one he was currently on, were just excuses; it's not like the family couldn't put food on its table. But he enjoyed it, and whenever his father allowed him to, he'd disappear for hours and hours. He hadn't found too many mushrooms yet. Some early chantarelles and a rather nice cep, but he was expected to bring plenty more for a full dinner.

He stopped to look at two squirrels fighting over food, and after they'd disappeared up a tree, he found himself staring at a couple of ladybugs instead. He snapped out of it when he heard someone approach.

As he turned, he saw the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A mature woman with a soft, yellow, almost glowing skin and large, glorious and beautifully patterned butterfly wings growing from her back. She had odd-looking, but so pretty eyes of green and black, and her full red lips were smiling at him. Her hair was green and spotted with flowers, as if an entire meadow was a part of her body. Her clothing was beautiful and revealing: a green costume seemingly made out of the finest silk, so light that it seemed to be fluttering even in the almost entirely tranquil weather.

After staring at her for moments that seemed like ages, he realized his mouth was hanging open. "I'm, I'm so sorry, miss." he stuttered. "Could you be a fairy...?"

The woman only smiled at him and approached. Godfrey took a step backwards, but as he caught the whiff of the woman's scent, he stopped. She smelled like nature, every aspect of it. The warmth of the summer, the coldness of the winter. The tangy scent of autumn leaves and the fragrant smell of the flowers in the spring. He could smell every flower, every mushroom he'd ever caught a whiff on her, and so many more it made his head spin. Before he knew it, she was already directly in front of her, her slender hand gently placed on his cheek.

"Yes, child. I am the queen of the fairies. I'm so happy to see someone who loves the nature as much as you do..." she said, looking at him with her strange eyes.

"I've... I've been told not to talk with the fairies. We've been told old stories of them, and..." The boy said, blushing furiously out of embarrassment. He did not want to offend the queen, but the tales of the old told of some very malicious fair folk.

She placed her long, thing finger on his lips. "Shush. I come with no ill intent. I am simply here to reward you, child." The boy didn't resist as she gently planted a kiss on his forehead.

"A gift, my lady?" He asked. The fairy queen pulled back and smiled more warmly than ever. He felt his heart skipping a beat.

She conjured a small, golden ring from seemingly out of thing air. It was a beautiful thing: it was a reddish yellow ring, glowing like the setting sun. In it were elaborate carvings of green gem: pictures of flowers, of trees and rabbits and natural springs. To call it the single most valuable thing he had seen would not do it justice: it was quite possibly more valuable than the castle of the local baron, furnishing and everything.

The boy panicked: "I can't possibly accept this, my lady! It's far too valuable for someone like me, and I've not done anything to deserve such a thing!"

The woman's face clouded over, her smile melting away into a sorrowful frown. "You would refuse my gift, child? Is it not good enough for you?"

"No, no! If... if you truly wish to give it to me, my lady, I'll accept it..." the boy said, his heart aching at the sight of the sorrowful fairy. This made the woman smile again. She gently took his left hand and slid the finger around his pinky. He looked at it in amazement, before realizing she had said something to him.

"I... I'm sorry, my lady? What did you say?"

"I asked what were you going to give me in return, child." she said, still smiling at him.

"In return? I don't have anything to give!". He felt like he had just misunderstood something.

"Oh? Surely you have something. It is customary to return a gift with one of an equal or greater value.". She was still smiling at him, but he felt there was something dangerous in her eyes.

"Fair lady, I only have my knife, my clothes and a handful of coppers. There's nothing I own that would be nearly as valuable as your gift was."

"I understand, child. Then, as per the ancient tradition goes... you shall gift yourself to me. You belong to me now."

---

You smiled as the contract was sealed and the boy's eyes glassed over. He was your property now: his heart, his mind and his body. You gave him a small kiss on his lips and commanded him to follow you.

As you led him through the forest, he followed you in a mindless trance. After a while, you arrived to the faerie spring you created and command him to undress. He obeyed with a blank look on his face, after which you gently led him in the silvery spring. He submerged himself completely, and you waited.

---

The water looked more like liquid silver to him, and as he entered the spring, it clung against his skin. It was surprisingly warm and pleasant to touch, and after a few seconds of exposure his skin started to tingle.

When his head was completely covered in the bright liquid he felt his senses being overwhelmed, his mind filled with images. It felt wonderful to him: his connections with the old world were severed, replaced by magic and primal nature. He gave in to the silver, letting it gently caress his body and soul, letting it wash away all of his memories and attachments to the old life of his. The inner tranquility inside of him didn't last long. It was soon replaced with bubbling, childish joy as he felt new, simple desires flooding in. He wanted to have fun, to sleep, to eat and to fly. He wanted to play and to have sex; the two concepts were the same in his mind. After all, it was all about having fun.

---

Your daughter gracefully rose to the surface after an hour had passed, still half-asleep. Her old features were still there if knew to look for them, but otherwise, she had been completely reborn. A bright yellow skin, shining a bit under the sun. Her old muscularity replaced with a mix of childishness and gracefulness. Her golden, nearly shoulder-length hair curved beautifully. She slowly opened her pupilless, green eyes, her red lips opening into a bright smile as she saw you. The ring on her finger suited her new form very well.

"Mother!" she tingled in her fairy tongue. Her yellow, simply patterned butterfly wings extended from her back as she flew over to give you a hug. You lovingly stroked your daughter's hair as she laughed out of pure joy and kissed your stomach. Kneeling down to her level, you took her to an embrace of your own, caressing her body and smelling the summer in her hair. She tingled in pleasure as you brought your finger down to her private parts and brought her to an orgasm. She lovingly returns the favour with her mouth.

---

After playing with her mother, the pixie dressed herself up, conjuring up a simple green dress. She didn't feel tired, yet: there was still a plenty of energy in her, and how could she take a nap now? The forest felt familiar, but also completely new: she could feel every flower, every tree and every animal whispering to her, telling her things about drinking water with their roots and capturing insects smaller than them. Every plant was different and everything had its own story to tell. Joy bubbling inside her, she stopped near a small stream to admire herself. She was pretty and happy and the ring on her pinky, the gift from her mother, reminded the pixie that she belonged to her. The thought filled her with happiness.

After a while, she started getting sleepy and decided to take a nap under a large oak. When she woke up, she'd perhaps go talking to some flowers, or maybe go for a swim. Or perhaps she'd look for someone to play with. But planning for the future wasn't for her: she'd do what she felt like, as soon as she woke up.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie

Pashaimeru — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:55:22 GMT

Pashaimeru:

You settled on creating a seelie pixie first. The unseelie ones were amusing, but you felt they needed a lighter counterpart first.

You created a faerie spring, deep inside a forest, using a drop of your blood. After making sure it flows and fills properly, you casted your senses around you, searching for a mortal to make your child. You found a suitable one surprisingly fast: a woodcutter's son, picking mushrooms in the forest all alone. His gender was of no relevance: he would gain a new body when he becomes your child. Only what was inside of his heart mattered, and you liked what you were seeing. He was an innocent dreamer, carefree and fun loving, not overly concerned with worldly responsibilities.

He had a light brown hair and blue eyes, and a strong body for a boy of his age. No doubt he had been helping his father with his profession.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey|Go for him.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Other|No, try someone else.]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Pixie

Pashaimeru — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:51:40 GMT

Pashaimeru:

Back during the Age of Monsters, people whispered of two faerie courts: the seelie and the unseelie, both ruled by the queen of the fairies. The seelie court was the court of the summer, the court of the day: its members were innocent and childish, albeit selfish and prone to tricks and kidnappings. The unseelie was the court of the winter, the court of the night: the unseelie were cruel and evil who loved nothing more than causing great harm with the wicked pranks they played on innocents. The queen of the fairies herself was depicted as mighty and uncaring, neither good nor evil, letting both of the courts run free and do what they wanted.

Most of this is true. However, you were the real queen of the fairies: as the mother of monsters, you had spawned the fey in addition to all other monstrous creatures across the lands. The uncaring part was not true, and you feel quite offended that people might suggest that. In reality, you truly did care about your fey children. So much, in fact, that you simply let them run amock and do whatever they pleased.

The pixies were the most common kind of a fey. They were young girls with butterfly wings, creatures of pure joy, created from mortal children entering a faerie spring; a magical pool that would transform them into one of the fair folk. Pixies had an affinity for illusions and enchantments: they could make people see things that do not exist, turn themselves invisible and charm people, making them fall in love with them.

The seelie pixies were childish creatures full of warmth and sunshine, doing nothing but playing, eating or sleeping. They tended to love humans, especially human children, and they often disguised themselves as ones to play with them. If they took a strong fancy for some child, they'd abduct them, sometimes even taking them into a faerie spring and turning them into their eternal playmates. They did not think of this as an evil fact, since they felt they were doing a favour for them.

The unseelie pixies were also childish, but much more hateful and intelligent. Not getting along very well with their seelie counterparts, they often harassed them in cruel ways. If no seelie fey were available, they turned their eyes towards human settlements, performing malicious pranks on them. They, too, abducted human children: not out of love, but rather for the sake of making them their slaves. A newly born unseelie pixie was completely in control of the one who had helped them to be spawned. It's not that they didn't feel affection, but their innately corrupted nature made it manifest in sometimes quite horrible ways.

You always found both of the pixie-kind very amusing. Recreating both of them was an idea that interested you greatly. But where to start?

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie|The seelie pixie]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Unseelie Pixie|The unseelie pixie]]

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The Echidna Tale/Arachne Christina

Pashaimeru — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:18:10 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'The swarm hadn't consumed any minds, and was currently simply operating by instinct only. This was risky; if they simply attacked the first victim they saw, one of the family mem…'

The swarm hadn't consumed any minds, and was currently simply operating by instinct only. This was risky; if they simply attacked the first victim they saw, one of the family members might escape, alerting others who might the woman before she could be turned into a brood mother. Deciding to tip the odds into your favour a bit, you gave the swarm a very specific set of instructions to follow.

---

The family's father, Jonathan, was the first victim. Waking up to a thousand little spiders biting him, he found himself paralysed, unable to move or shout. The swarm worked quickly and efficiently, encasing him into a thick cocoon, covering everything but the upper head. Within a few minutes, the swarm had already moved to do the same to the children, Oliver and Thea. Eyes wide open in horror, they watched as the swarm approached their mother.

Christina was awakened the same way as the rest of her family. Sleeping defenselessly on her back, she felt thousands of tiny fangs piercing her skin. Opening her eyes and trying to scream, she saw a black blanket covering her body. A squirming, moving blanket. When she realised what she was covered with, she almost fainted of horror and disgust.

She spiders began entering her body through her every orifice. They marched in through her mouth, through nostrils, her ears, her vagina and her ass. They did it quickly and efficiently, as if every single spider in the swarm had a specific, predetermined role. She could only move her eyeballs, watching the nightmarish scene unfold. She could feel everything: the spiders entering her throat, crawling around inside her ear canals, filling her rectum and skittering into her womb. Christina felt like she was going to have an heart attack; she wanted this to be a nightmare, but it felt far too real to be just a dream.

The very last of the spiders made its way in, and for a moment, nothing seemed to happen. Then it began.

She felt her mind being consumed, absorbed and assimilated by the swarm. The spiders inside her head were carefully digging through her brain mass, picking her mind apart. Her paralysis weakening, Christina could quietly whimper as the spiders, slowly and efficiently consumed the grey mass that formed her mind. Eventually screaming as her consciousness burst into random sights and smells, her memories half-gone and eaten. Her family struggled, trying to break the cocoons they were in as Christina sobbed and screamed. Her shouts were soon silenced, her brain completely consumed.

Minutes passed, the only sound in the house being the muffled sounds the survivors of the family desperately made, trying to get their voice heard despite the silk covering their mouths. The swarm inside Christina, however, worked hard. The swarm was rebuilding the woman's mind, keeping her body alive, her heart pumping as they worked as a substitute brain. Each individual spider working as a cluster of neurons, they formed telepathic links, synaptic connections to each other. Christina's consciousness was formed again, mixed with the swarm's genetic code, the instructions built inside them. The swarm saw through Christina's eyes, breathed through her nostrils, thought with her brain; they were now merged, the woman and the swarm a single being.

The arachne knew of its terrifying purpose, and as the very last links between the swarm and her body were made, she smiled. Her family, eyes wide in shock and terror, watched her slowly and awkwardly step out of her bed and start undressing.

She would need a lot of organic matter to become a brood mother. She would have to eat, first, and she looked around the room, she realised that her food had been prepared for her. Slowly walking towards Jonathan, the arachne's mouth started to change. The spiders inside of her triggering a metamorphosis, her mouth grew larger, her teeth venomous and sharp as daggers. Jonathan whimpered as he looked at what used to be his wife. The arachne, unable to speak human words with a mouth like hers, made a hungry, shrieking sound as she bit through the silk cocoon into the flesh of her former self's husband.

Jonathan died swiftly, but the arachne kept eating messily and hungrily. The room was filled with disgusting sound of raw flesh being consumed and bones being crunched, with the muffled sobs of the children on barely audible. She consumed the majority of her husband's remains, her stomach bulging like it was about to burst. Finally she had enough material to complete herself, her naked body covered with blood and bits of flesh.

Moving to the center of the room and going on all fours, she started modifying her body, her husband's flesh and bone as the raw construction material. Her lower body started bulging, turning black and hairy. She sprouted four pairs of long insectoid legs even as her back was still forming, enlarging itself to make space for the hundreds of thousands of eggs. The metamorphosis lasted for a good half an hour, her children watching in pure horror. She grew a spinneret and a thick needle, extending from her new womb, capable of bursting through flesh and depositing eggs to a host body. Letting out a victorious, piercing shriek, she moved back to the corpse of her husband, consuming the rest of it.

She rested for the next twenty-four hours, ignoring the muffled cries of the children near her. Finally, she felt she had formed enough eggs. Knowing she needed children, servants to hunt for her and groom her, she slowly moved towards the two kids, piercing her stomachs with her needle, depositing thousands of tiny eggs inside of their bodies as they struggled in pain and terror...

* [[The Echidna Tale/Arachne Christina/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vanilla Arachne

Pashaimeru — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:17:29 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You gathered together a massive swarm of spiders, feeding them with your blood and molding them with your magic. Even remembering how you did it before, it was a slow process. W…'

You gathered together a massive swarm of spiders, feeding them with your blood and molding them with your magic. Even remembering how you did it before, it was a slow process.

When you were perfectly happy with the outcome, you decided to seek out your first brood mother.

Feeling particularly cruel, you decided to settle on a young mother of two. Living in a cottage on the outskirts of a small village with her husband and children, she was a happy woman with green eyes, brown hair and quite large chest. Her life was good, indeed: she was healthy and her husband was a skilled hunter, able to feed his family even during the roughest of times. Most importantly, she was very intelligent; the swarms chose the brood mothers according to that quality only.

She was quite afraid of spiders. You smiled.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Arachne Christina|Pick her]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Arachne Other|There might be someone even more suitable]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Arachne

Pashaimeru — Sun, 27 Feb 2011 15:16:26 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'The arachne were creatures of nightmares, quite literally. Taking your inspiration from the dream of a mentally ill old weaver, you spawned a child so horrifying that even the st…'

The arachne were creatures of nightmares, quite literally. Taking your inspiration from the dream of a mentally ill old weaver, you spawned a child so horrifying that even the strongest of heroes screamed like little girls upon seeing even a sign of those creatures.

The arachne was, in its most simplest form, a swarm of small, mindless spiders. Individually they weren't strong, but when moving in a full swarm, they could overwhelm and paralyse even the strongest of heroes, slowly eating them from the inside, keeping their prey alive as long as they were able to. As they would consume the brains of their victims, they would gain their last victim's memories and intelligence, the whole swarm effectively working as a single mind.

If they so wished, they could take human bodies, controlling their puppets as they feasted on the flesh inside. To reproduce, they needed a human female; they would take over her body, slowly eating and absorbing her mind while forcing her to go over a physical transformation. The swarm permanently bonded with her, the woman would become a brood mother. A hybrid of a human and a spider, capable of lying tens of thousands of eggs into living bodies of humans and animals. The eggs would then hatch, forming a new swarm.

The brood mothers often kept zombified humans around their lairs for labour, their minds consumed and bodies controlled by the swarms. Of course, such bodies would not last very long, as the swarm would have to keep feeding on them to stay alive.

Perhaps something as horrifying as that would be required to bring the world under your control.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vanilla Arachne|Do it]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Other Arachne|Do something a bit less extreme]]

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Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:10:56 GMT

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|[[ Little Miss Disaster]]|| (19+ pages)
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|[[Lina Popintop's Adventure]]|| (Work In Progress PLEASE DO NOT EDIT)
|-
||[[Livin' like a hobo]]|| (Do not edit)
|-
|[[LoA's Adventure]] || (15+ pages)
|-
|[[Love and fireballs]] || (s'like...it's not done yet, don't edit,k?)
|-
|[[ Mall Bunny]]|| (18+ pages)
|-
|[[The many rooms]] || (1200+ pages)
|-
|[[Mario's many adventures]] || (20+ pages)
|-
|[[Minotaur's Laberynth]] || (18+ pages)
|-
|[[The Mirror]] || (Edit all you want. Just keep in the storyline, please! Currently around 20 pages)
|-
|[[Morrowind|Morrowind (An exciting action adventure)]] || (25+pages)
|-
|[[My WWE]] || (Pick a WWE Superstar and take on their experience, YOUR way. With all the choices to pick from, how will your WWE Experience be? Brand new, feel free to add on.)
|-
|[[The Mystical quest for Technochocolate]] || (10+ pages)
|-
|[[Nancy's Notable Narratives]] || (39+ pages--WIP, please don't edit!)
|-
|[[Nightcaps]] || (10+ Pages)
|-
|[[Nintendo Quest]]|| (Under Construction)
|-
|[[The Night That Will Never Be Forgotten (A Titanic CYOA)]] || (W.I.P, please don't edit without permission)
|-
|[[Niro]]|| (Just Started, please don't edit quite yet)
|-
|[[Of Tumbleweeds And Teenagers]] || (UNDER CONSTRUCTION)
|-
|[[o.c.d. story]] || (? pages, w.i.p. please don't edit)
|-
|[[Organisation]] || (30+ pages WIP-DO NOT EDIT!!!!!)
|-
|[[ Pac Man VS E.C.]]|| (WIP)
|-
|[[A Penguin Named Evan]] || (15+ Pages)
|-
|[[Phoenix Wright: A new adventure]] || (25+ Pages W.I.P. DO NOT EDIT!!! A awesome Cyoa game based on Phoenix Wright with many great possibilties!)
|-
|[[Pirates! A High Seas Adventure]]|| (50+ Pages)
|-
|[[Pirates of the Caribbean (action-adventure)]] ||(50+ pages)
|-
|[[Planet of the Apes]]|| (15+ pages) (W.I.P.)
|-
|[[Platypus]]|| (8 pages W.I.P. The Tale of Platypus, Yes the admin)
|-
|[[Pokemon - Your Adventure]] ||(45+ pages)
|-
|[[Portal]]||(40+ pages)
|-
|[[Puppy Love]]|| (Don't edit)
|-
|[[Quest of the magician]] || (200+ pages)
|-
|[[Questscape]] || (W.I.P., Do not edit)
|-
|[[Ralos]] ||(35+ pages)
|-
|[[Random]]|| (25+ pages)
|-
|[[A Random Day]] || (25+ pages)
|-
|[[Rebirth]]|| (New Story)
|-
|[[Red Mercenary]] || (10+ pages)
|-
|[[Rick Roll'd Adventure]] || (Completed)
|-
|[[Rodeo Girl]]|| (WIP)
|-
|[[Roleplay]] || (Under Construction...)
|-
|[[ The Roller coaster]]|| (WIP)
|-
|[[Russian Blue]]|| (0+ pages, under contruction by projectM1K3, no other editors atm)
|-
|[[Sabatoge (a Star Trek: TNG adventure)]] || (About 10 pages)
|-
|[[Save YouTube Poop!!! ]](Definitely rated PG-13 || (15 pages)
|-
|[[The_secret_island_of_Utobi|The Secret Island of Utobi]] || (38 pages)
|-
|[[sewer wars]]||(W.I.P)
|-
|[[Shadows of the Past]]||(5+ pages)
|-
|[[ Show off]]|| (wip)
|-
|[[ Silent hill]]|| (W.I.P)
|-
|[[ Soul Savor]]|| (W.I.P. New)
|-
|[[Spork| Spork: An RPG]] || (100+ pages and third town in progress, please don't edit, put any suggestions in Spork discussion)
|-
|[[Star trek]] (Another adventure) || (65+ pages)
|-
|[[Star Trek: The Original Series]] || (WIP, If you've seen the 60's show, you can go ahead and edit.)
|-
|[[Star Wars: Jedi Chronicles ]] || (20+ pages)
|-
|[[Star Wars: Combat Training ]] || (feel free to edit, but stay on the story line)
|-
|[[Star Wars: Republic]] || (26 pages)
|-
|[[Story Of My Life]] || (15 pages)
|-
|[[Subject 413]] || (100+ pages, w.i.p, NOW OPEN TO ADDITIONS)
|-
|[[Superhero]] || (25+ pages Its public, so you can add on as well)
|-
|[[Superdickery|Superdickery Superman Adventure]] || (150 + pages)
|-
|[[Survey]] || (DO NOT EDIT!!!!)
|-
|[[Survival of the Colossi]] || (10+ pages, only edit UNWRITTEN (redlinked) pages)
|-
|[[Surviving Today]] || (20 Pages, its not alot since its only one day)
|-
|[[A Tasty Breakfast]]||(20+ pages)
|-
|[[Technomancer]]|| (Work In Progress)
|-
|[[Teddy and Ryan's Adventure]]|| (3+ pages, WORK IN PROGRESS DO NOT TOUCH thank you :-])
|-
|[[Teehee!]] || (50 Pages!) (Public) (4 Stories in 1)
|-
|[[ Teen Minyan Adventure]]|| (Work in Progress)
|-
|[[Temporal]]|| (Work In Progress DO NOT EDIT)
|-
|[[Transylvanian terror]]||(150+ pages)
|-
|[[Tribute|Tribute: The Greatest and Best Quest in the World]] || (14+ pages)
|-
|[[The Trigger And The Hilt]] (a free-roaming action game) || (20+ pages)
|-
||[[True Dungeon]]|| (0+ pages DO NOT EDIT W.I.P)
|-
|[[ Trying to Wake Up]]|| (25+ pages so far. WIP)
|-
|[[The Ultimate Battle]] ||(65+ pages)
|-
|[[The Unknown...]]|| (Under Construct, Dragonkeyblade only ples!)
|-
|[[Vaped!]]||(Sci-fi, just started.)
|-
|[[ The Walk]]||(W.I.P)
|-
|[[Wanna be a hobo?]]||(20+ pages)
|-
|[[War of Nations]]|| (65+ pages)
|-
|[[War zone]]|| (20+ pages)(W.i.p)(PLEASE DO NOT EDIT)
|-
|[[What have they done?]]||(20+ pages)
|-
|[[What Happens In The Forest]] || (WIP)
|-
|[[Worlds End]] (A game of survival)||(55+ pages)
|-
|[[WW2]] || (6+ pages, please don't edit unless asked to. Original writers seem to have abanoned this.)
|-
|[[WW2: Night Raid]] || (50+ pages)
|-
|[[Your Life]] || (Under Construction, Please Do NOT Edit.)
|-
|[[You Need a Job]] || (WIP, Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Z-Day]] || (Under Construction, by skullphantom)
|}

==Quizzes and Challenges==
'''Not actually stories, but a chance to test your knowledge (or your luck):'''
{|
|Challenge||Status
|-
|[[Digimon Quizo'!]] || (35+ pages)
|-
|[[Quiz Show]] || (20+ pages)
|-
|[[A Quizzy Show]]||(10 pages)
|-
|[[Rock, Paper, Scissors]] || (25 pages)
|-
|[[Rock, Paper, Scissors 2]] || (110+ pages)
|-
|[[The Rock Paper Scissors game]] || (25+ pages)
|-
|[[Trivia Time]]||(15+ pages)
|-
|[[The video game quiz]] || (30+ pages)
|-
|[[The video game quiz 2]] || (65+ pages)
|-
|[[Video Game Trivia I]]||(10+ pages)
|-
|[[Video Games]]|| (Finished, pretty lame, but it's my first.)
|-
|}

==Mature Stories==
'''Content normally found in R-rated movies, no explicit sexual content or sadistic violence:'''

{|
|[[ Harry Potter Fanfiction Adventure]]|| (WIP DO NOT EDIT)
|-
|[[1943]]|| Open
|-
|[[5,000 B.C.]]||(10+ pages Do not edit, I am renovating it)
|-
|[[1st Day Of Highschool]]|| (WIP)
|-
|[[9th Grade]]|| (20+ pages) (Go ahead and edit, just try to stick to the plot line.)
|-
|[[Assassins of the CIA]]|| (don't edit!)
|-
|[[An Actual Awesome Adventure]]||Under Construction, only edittable by [[User:Jakeinator]]
|-
|[[Aftermath]]||(25 pages)(By Falar: Just started- its public. If you're gonna write in it, please do it well =/)
|-
|[[Agent Black]]||(70 pages)(New Story. Now public)
|-
|[[Amnesia]]||(50+ pages)
|-
|[[Another Pointless Story]] (The Ultimate Showdown)|| (101+ pages)
|-
|[[Awake]] || (45 pages)
|-
|[[Badassery]] || (20+ pages)
|-
|[[The Battle for the Earth]] || (10+ pages, open for editting)
|-
|[[Battle Royale]] || (300+ pages) Public Story, Help Work On It!
|-
|[[Burning Leaves]] || (Under construction, don´t edit!!)
|-
|[[The Bulletman]]||(W.I.P.)
|-
|[[City Life]]||(12+ pages)
|-
|[[City Life Manhattan]]||(22+ pages)
|-
|[[Complete,Utter Randomness]]||(12+ pages)
|-
|[[Critical Thoughts]]||(W.I.P.)
|-
|[[Darkened Hope]]||(30+ pages)
|-
|[[Dating Game]]|| (34+ pages)
|-
|[[A Day In The Life Of A Dangerous Hitman]]||(24+ pages)
|-
|[[Dead Reckoning]]|| (WIP DO NOT EDIT)
|-
|[[Death Comes Quickly]]|| (Under construction. NO PUBLIC EDITS.)
|-
|[[Dogfight over Europe]]|| (35+ pages)
|-
|[[Don't Die]]|| (New! 35 pages)
|-
|[[Duel fates]]|| (15+ pages)
|-
|[[Fiddlers Green]]||(WIP)
|-
|[[Fogwood High: The Game]]|| (30+ pages)
|-
|[[The Foreign Devil]]|| (Under construction, so please don't edit)
|-
|[[Gears of war time]] || (Under Construction, please don't edit)
|-
|[[The Giant Building With A Million Rooms]] ||(175+ pages)
|-
|[[The Girl Down the Street]] ||(20 pages)
|-
|[[The Great War of Earth]] || (New story, under construction)
|-
|[[Mahjor's Box]]|| (JUST STARTED, DO NOT EDIT)
|-
|[[ High School]]|| (WIP)Please Do Not Edit)
|-
||[[Higschool Monsters]]|| (Warning: Gruesome) (Under Construction, Do not edit)
|-
|[[Hoboken Has Gone to Hell]]|| (25+ Pages, Public)
|-
|[[I like Cookie]]||(10+ pages)
|-
|[[In The Army]] || (25+ pages)
|-
|[[InFeRnO]]|| (the under construction epic)
|-
|[[Insert Word Here]]|| (JUST STARTED)
|-
|[[Jim's Barbeque]] (GREAT RIBS. UNLIMITED POSSIBILITIES.) || (15.5+ pages BUT SO MUCH MORE)
|-
|[[A Knights Quest]]||(20+ pages)
|-
|[[Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds]] || (Open to pubic add on as you please:) )
|-
|[[Luigi and Mario Stories]]||(175+ pages)(11 stories)
|-
|[[Mess Effect 2]]|| (WIP)
|-
|[[Nations At War]]||(15+ pages)
|-
|[[The Never-Ending Quest]]||(30+ pages)
|-
|[[A New Life]]||(40+ pages Public)
|-
|[[the night at home]] || (just started)
|-
|[[ OF, Z!!! ]] || (I give up, too difficult/not worth it.)
|-
|[[out in the woods]] ||(in construction)
|-
|[[The Outbreak]]|| (No editing please)
|-
|[[Psychodude]]||(30+ pages Open to Public)
|-
|[[quest to kill tutorial genie]]||(Its Your Call)
|-
|[[A random story]]||(333+ pages)
|-
|[[A Random Story About Random Stuff]]||(100+ pages)
|-
|[[Random III]]||(25+ pages)
|-
|[[Random Four]]|| (25+ pages)
|-
|[[Rescue]]|| (36 pages) (Complete, Do not edit.)
|-
|[[Resident evil]] || (53 pages. Do NOT edit!.)
|-
|[[Resident Evil RPG]] || (W.I.P. Please don't edit)
|-
|[[Run From The Mob]]||(10+ pages, Work On It, It's Public)
|-
|[[School Life]]|| (WIP) (Please do not edit until I take it out of WIP)
|-
|[[Serial X]]|| (25+ pages. Work On It, It's Public)
|-
|[[Shit Happens, in Your Town.]]|| (7/15/10 12+ pages ((Do not edit)))
|-
|[[Short And Random Stories]]||(250+ pages)(25 stories)
|-
|[[The Short But True Story of The Secret Passage]]||(25+ pages)
|-
|[[Silent Hill: Distorted Fantasies]]||(W.I.P. Please refrain from editing)
|-
|[[Slasher]]||(20+ pages)
|-
|[[Sniper]]|| (38+ pages, WIP, two story arcs so far, do NOT edit.)
|-
|[[Spirit Warp]] ||(50% finished and is NOT public, please leave it to me. feel free to play though!)
|-
|[[ splinter cell]]||(3+ pages)
|-
|[[Spongebob's Day Off]]||(80+ pages)
|-
|[[Spongebob VS Patrick]]||(40+ pages)
|-
|[[Spongebob Squarepants: A Dish Served Cold]]||(Just started, feel free to add on)
|-
|[[Star Wars: Dawn of the New Republic]] || (Just started)
|-
|[[Survival]] || (30+ pages W.I.P.)
|-
|[[Team Fortress 2: RED vs BLU]] || Under Construction, only editable by [[User:Jakeinator]]
|-
|[[Team Fortress 2: Spy vs. Sniper]] ||(40+ pages, started 6/24/09)
|-
|[[Tesco Midnight Run]]||(25+ pages)
|-
|[[Thought Of Me]]||(200+ pages)
|-
|[[ To be named later ]]|| (IDK pages)*Bentenmike*
|-
|[[ Triforce ]]|| (WIP-please don't edit the story!!!)
|-
|[[Violence]]|| (+20 Pages, in progress)
|-
|[[Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]] || (150+ pages, in progress)
|-
|[[Week of the Zombies]]||(25+ pages)
|-
|[[World Undone]] || (15+ pages)
|-
|[[Yet Another Zombie Story]] || (Unknown+ pages If you Edit Keep It True)
|-
|[[YOUR CRAZY]] || (12 People can work on this)
|-
|[[Zach]]||(15+ pages)
|-
|[[Zombie blood]]||(35+ pages)
|-
|[[Zombie Overlord]] (Mmmm...Brains)||(50+ Pages,Work on It, It's Public)
|-
|[[Zombies NOT AGIAN]] ||(Just Started please don't edit)
|}

==Adult Stories==
'''FOR 18+:''' No limits to content.

{|
|'''Story'''||'''Status'''
|-
|[[12MP]]|| (10 Pages)(Public)
|-
|[[8th grade]] (horny girl)|| (2 pages)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[The 007 Stories]] || (20+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Alien Adventure]]||(15+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[All Alone]] (Lesbian)||(90+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[An Akatsuki Party]] || (0+ pages) (Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Another Day At School...]] ||(40 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Archie's Gay Adventure]] (Gay)||(75+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Archie's Sexual Adventure]]||(50+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Assassin]]||(20+ pages) (Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Band Forming thing]]||(100+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Beach Vacation]]||(7 pages)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Benighted]]||(10+ pages) (Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[A Big Ugly Story]]||(20+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night]](Gay)||('''{{PAGESINCAT:Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night}}''' pages) (Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Bi-sexual Sex stories]]||(50+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Blackmailed]]||(200 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Bleached]]||(8 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Boarding School Magic]]|| (20+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[The Cage]]||(12 pages)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Choose Your Destiny]]||(80+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[College Girls]]||(100+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Creekside University]]|| (4 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Days in the Life of Sammy Simm]]||(30+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Death Will Come]] || (15+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Dementa]]|| (5+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[The Devils Daughter]] || ('''{{PAGESINCAT:The Devil's Daughter}}''' pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Dirty Bit Of A Teen's Life]]||(1 page)(Public)
|-
|[[Down The Rabbit Hole]]||(00345 pages) (Hail Eris!) (Public)
|-
|[[Druglord]]||(26 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Dungeons and Dragons]]||(15 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[The Echidna Tale]] (Monster girl, transformation)||(31 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Eris of the Red Lions]]||(6 pages) (Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[First Day At College]](Gay)||(18 pages)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Freshman Dream]] || (W.I.P. 1 page)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Freshman Year]] || (20 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Friday night]] || (43 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Fucking Classy]] || (14 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Furry World]]||(230+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[A girl on girl MY FIRST TIME]] (Lesbian)||(35+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Girl Scout Cookies]]||({{PAGESINCAT:Girl Scout Cookies}} pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Girlngirl High]] (Lesbian)||(32 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[The Greatest Weekend Ever]]|| (19 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Hardon High]] (Gay)||(50 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Harry Potter and the Connubialis Hex]]||(100+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[High School]]||(270+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[High School: Beverly Hills]]|| (0+ pages) (Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[High School Cutie]]|| (2 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[High School Sophomore Year‎‎]]|| (3 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[High School: The Way It Should Have Been]]|| (60+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Hollywood Romp]]||(17 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Home Early]]|| (45+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Icarly: Iwant sex|iCarly: iWant sex]]|| (80+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[I'll Be Gentle...]]|| (50+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Incubus]] (Bisexual Pirate Fantasy)||(41 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Invisible]]||(45 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Jade Rogue]]||(13 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[A Job]] || (40 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Just Do It Already!]]||({{PAGESINCAT:Just Do It Already!}} pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Lady Van Helsing]] || ({{PAGESINCAT:Lady Van Helsing}} pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Legend of the Trailer Park]]||(100+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Let's Burn Down a Castle]]||(40+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Life of Unlimited Chances]]||(12 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Mage Games]] (Gay Fantasy)||(30 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Mob Story]]|| (12 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Naughty But Delicious]]|| (1 page)(Public)
|-
|[[Neighborhood]]|| (29 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[The New God]] || (29 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Ninja Kittehs From Space!]]||(20+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Oops! You're Naked!]] || (55 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Pedo romp]]||(70+ Pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Perverted Thirteen-Year-Old]]||(43 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Prince of Persia]]|| (0+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Pokesex]]||(35+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Porn Empire]] ||(5+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[A portrait of an American Girl Named Myra|A Portrait of an American Girl Named Myra]]||(30+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Possessed]]||(123 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Possessed Little Boy]]||(10+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[The Quest For Treguards Treasure]]|| (271 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Rampage]]||('''600+''' pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Red Mobster]]||(30+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Sensual Realms]]|| (35+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[The Sexual Adventures of You]]|| (70+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Sexy World]]|| (20+ pages)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[ Sex in Ancient Rome]]|| (0+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[ShapeShifter]] ||(5 page)(Public)
|-
|[[SimLife]]||(5+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Slave to the Mist]]|| (40+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Smutty Sex Romp]]|| ('''10,000+''' pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Star Trek: A Night with Troi]]|| (29 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]||('''{{PAGESINCAT:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga}}''' pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Stalker]] ||(100+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[The Story of Jack Foster]]||(300+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Summer Party]] || (14 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Super Power Fantasy]] || (5+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Supershifter]] || (12+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Survive]] || (18 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Survival Story]] || (35+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Superhero?]] || (12 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Teenager]] || (60+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Testing Facility #80085]]||(6 pages) (Public)
|-
|[[The Boy They Called Hero]]||(15 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[The Town]]|| (3 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[This Story Will Piss You Off]]||(55+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Tree of Doom]] || (30+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[University Daze]]|| ('''600+''' pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Vampire Weekend]]|| (230+ pages) (Public)
|-
|[[Victim]]|| ({{PAGESINCAT:Victim}} pages) (Public)
|-
|[[War and Sex]]|| (170+) (Public)
|-
|[[Warped]]|| (10 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Where are you?]]||(7 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Whore it Out]]||(33+ pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Work Attire]]|| (W.I.P. 27 pages)(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[The World is Yours]] || (8 pages)(Public)
|-
|[[Monday Night Combat:Erotica]] || (Public)
|}

==[[Pit of Abandoned Stories]]==
Stories of less than ten pages that haven't been worked on by anyone in some time will be dropped into the Pit. Feel free to retrieve stories from the Pit and put them back here on the Main Page if you get inspired and add to one.

==Creating a Story==
If you have an idea for a story, you might like to try [[Idea Pitches|pitching your idea to other users]] and seeing how interested people might be in playing your story, what you could do to make playing your story fun, and who might be interested in collaborating with you to write it. Once you have done that, you can create it by entering your desired name for the Story into the search box and clicking '''Go'''. If the name has not already been taken, click this exact title to start the story. There are three general types of story. The first is the branching-plot story (an example of this is the Choose Your Own Adventure series of gamebooks), which require the reader to make choices but are otherwise like a regular novel. The second type is the role-playing game adventure, which combines the branching-plot novel with simple role-playing rules such as attack points and monster battles. The third type is the trivia quiz, where the player must answer questions as if they were on a game show.

==Instructions==
===Starting Template===
'''Copy and paste this for new pages:'''
<pre><nowiki>
Page text here

Do you:
*[[Adventure/Option 1]]
*[[Adventure/Option 2]]
*[[Adventure/Option 3]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Equipment''|Health=#|MP=#|Level=#}}
[[Category: name of story you're working on]]
</nowiki>
</pre>

The next to the last line here is the ''status indicator''. The status indicator shown here is the ''basic'' status indicator. Different stories use different status indicators, and some use none at all. Look at the edit screen for the page you're starting from and copy that status indicator to the new page you're adding. Modify as necessary.

Every page should have the category at the bottom. This keeps track of all the pages in the story. You can copy the category line from the previous page to the one you're working on. The category, obviously, is ''never'' 'name of story you're working on'. You type in the actual name of the story.

For additional help in wiki syntax, click [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing here]

===To edit a page===
Just click the edit tab on the top of the page

===To add an option===
<nowiki>[[Adventure name/New option name]]</nowiki>

Options that appear red on the page have no content. Click the link, paste in the above template, and then add your own content.

To avoid accidentally crossing with other users' stories, it may be best to create pages with more than just an option name, like [[Unicorns]] or [[Open your eyes]]. Instead, when you create a new page, call it [[You have to slay The Dragon/_Page 1]] or [[YOUR CRAZY/Give up]]. You can have the link name be whatever you want though, like this:
<nowiki>[[You have to slay The Dragon|Enter The Dragon's Lair]]</nowiki> will appear as [[You have to slay The Dragon|Enter The Dragon's Lair]] on the page.

This is for fun!

===Tips===
*Don't give too many options when starting a new story and leave half of them redlinked. Focus on a small number of story threads at first.
*Outline a general plan for what the intention of your story is when you start it: What genre and themes it belongs to.
*As alternative to plain formatting for your story, you may try using ''Italics'' to write the Narration, regular Font for character Dialogue and '''Bold''' for Character/Item/Location names or important developments. Example: ''As you walked through the'' '''Forest''', ''you heard a young girl calling out for you.'' "Jack! Wait for me! I have a gift for you!" ''Kate runs up to you and gives you the'' '''MacGuffin'''. Whatever style you choose, try to keep it consistent throughout the story.
*If you are having difficulty spacing out paragraphs, you can use <nowiki> </nowiki>. Example:
*<nowiki>This is an example of how to break up paragraphs on a page. This is the same example.</nowiki> will show as:
This is an example of how to break up paragraphs on a page. This is the same example.
*Don't inject crude humor into a story that's intended to be played straight.
*Please categorize the pages in your story. For example, if your story is called "The Story", then please add <nowiki>[[Category:The Story]]</nowiki> to each new page you create for your story.

==Rules==
People have a tendency to create branches where the character dies. To prevent the story from being just a tree with all dead ends:
*For each page where you kill the player's character, you must create at least 2 pages (with content) where s/he can go on.
*Please stick to the theme and setting of the story, and discuss ideas for major changes on the discussion pages. Although creativity is encouraged, radical plot changes and inconsistencies will ruin the flow.
*If something is off topic, remove it.
*Try to capitalize and spell your words correctly.
*'''ADD OPTIONS AND NOT JUST TEXT!''' Complete pages include options so the story can continue (unless the page is an ending). Incomplete pages will be edited or deleted.

==To Do List==
*Go through and fix or remove status indicators from pages.
**Some are not needed in stories and were copied and pasted from the template.
**Some are missing the level and MP from the line of code.
*Remove off-topic pages.
*Correct capitalization and spelling mistakes.
*Add a basic, or main, timeline of background events during the period that the character is making choices in - those events are usually out of the character's control. This will help add consistency.
*Pages with major spelling, grammar or other problems, but not problems that render the page spam and a candidate for deletion, should be categorized in the Pages Requiring Attention Category to get other editors to help fix it up. If a page is not yet complete, add it to Category:Pages Under Construction so people know the editor is still working on it and it does not need to have someone improve it.
*Story Endings should be categorized with Category:Endings.

== Poor Taste Stories ==

'''FOR 21+''' No limits to content. Don't blame us.

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|[[The Guy Who Held His Breath Forever]]||(Work in Progress)
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|[[Terror in Tibet]]||(DO NOT EDIT, for guys only.)
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|[[Kill As Many People As You Can]]||(5+ pages, Work On It, It's Public)
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|[[Kill The President]]||(5+ pages, Work On It, It's Public)
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|[[Molest Little Boys]] (Work On It, It's Public)
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|[[One Messed Up Story]] (A Story For Guys)||(100+ pages, Work On It, It's Public)
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|[[Short and Funni.]]||(5+ pages)
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|[[S.W.A.T.]]||(Just Started, PLEASE HELP WITH IDEAS, ITS PUBLIC)
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|[[Would You, Could You, Fuck A Goat?!]]||(Just Started, Work On It(please), It's Public)
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==Meta-Games==
*[[CYOA Drinking Game]] (Teen/Adult, though you can play with soda if you're under the minimum age for drinking alcohol.)
*[[You Know You Play Too Many CYOAs When|You Know You Play Too Many CYOAs When...]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:07:23 GMT

Pashaimeru:

*'''Q: So, what is this?'''
**A: It's a collection of short monster girl transformation stories/CYOAs, cleverly disguised as a single CYOA. I wanted to write transformation and corruption scenes, and figured that a format like this would work. And there really isn't much monster girl erotica in the internet.

*'''Q: Can I contribute?'''
**A: Naturally. Just try to keep the same style and structure.

*'''Q: Style?'''
**A: It's a fantasy setting, first of all. Try to keep it that way. Some fantasy style sciencey stuff would fit it well, but don't go putting in an alien invasion or anything. And naturally, if you're not writing a monster girl transformation story, you're doing it wrong. Content-wise, go wild: Pedophilia, guro, vore, tg transformations, all sorts of stuff like that is a-ok. But no furry. Werewolves? Go ahead. Actual anthro? Get outta here. Also, while the stories can be light or dark in the mood, try to keep parodies and plain humour stories out of here. They don't really fit in.

*'''Q: Structure?'''
**A: Like I said, it's more of a collection of stories than an actual CYOA. Here's how it works:
*** First, you select the rough genre that your monster girl would belond to. Check out the genre's discussion page for some guidelines. For example, "Undead".
*** Then, you select the monster girl you'd like. Such as "vampire".
*** Optional subcategory section. If you can think of multiple different types of the abovementioned monster girl, seperate 'em here.
*** At this point, select the victim. These are transformation stories after all, so there has to be someone who's being transformed.
*** Finally, tell the actual story. You can write a linear one, or get more CYOAish by this point.
*** The victim's transformed, and the story ends. If you want to continue the story further from here, then switch the main character from the Echidna to the victim.

*'''Q: God, why so rigid?'''
**A: Yeah, sorry. I wanted to give the CYOA some kind of a backdrop, but still make it work as a collection of shorter stories. The basic structure's there so people can just pick the story they want to see easily, pretty much.

The Echidna Tale/Alraune Charlotte

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:05:17 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You went to the forest early in the morning, plants still wet with dew, planning to be done before the sun is at its highest. The spell you were going to use probably wouldn't wo…'

You went to the forest early in the morning, plants still wet with dew, planning to be done before the sun is at its highest. The spell you were going to use probably wouldn't work otherwise. You weren't sure; it was the first time using it, after all. Finding your way to the rose, you cast your spell on it, feeding it with your blood. It seems to absorb it hungrily, growing incredibly fast. When you're all ready, you started the stage two of your plan.

Covertly spreading information about a massive, budding rose, deep in the woods, you get the local people quite interested in this. Many of them go visit it to confirm the rumours, but with you restricting its blood lust, they declare it harmless. Eventually, the word about this reaches the ears of the woman you were after. As expected, she demands to see it with her own eyes.

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Charlotte was pleased. Her requests to see the sight were initially denied: they said it'd be too dangerous, that she'd risk being snatched away by brigands. It sounded very stupid to her: the woods weren't that far away, and she could simply get her father's men to escort her. Eventually, however, her father gave up, allowing her to leave. With two of her father's best men with her, she set out towards the forest.

Her good mood turned sour quickly. She wasn't stupid enough to wear high heels in the woodlands, but it seemed that the rest of her clothing wasn't appropriate either. Her long, pink dress kept getting in the way even as she followed the forest path, but after she had to actually leave it? Then the trouble started. Her dress frequently getting stuck in roots and branches, her glove tearing a bit and her socks getting wet after stepping in a puddle finally pushed her over the edge.

"The rose bud better be the most beautiful thing in the world!" she fumed, cursing at his father's men. They were getting annoyed as well, but did their best not to show it on their faces.

Finally, they arrived to the scene. Charlotte gasped: it was even larger than the stories had made it seem. It was massive rose, its bud big enough to house a person. Laughing out of amazement and wonder, she approached it, almost touching the large bud. "If it's like this now, I'd truly like to see it fully grown...". The men were surprised as well, following behind the woman and keeping their eyes open for any possible ambushes.

An ambush did happen, but not from a direction anyone was expecting. Two thorny vines burst out from right under the two men, strongly wrapping around their legs before they even had a chance to see that anything was going on. They tried to get themselves free in panic, but spears weren't the perfect tools for that: too afraid to hit their own legs, they managed to cause no real damage to the vines. Charlotte turned around when she heard them shout out, and screamed in terror as several more vines appeared, piercing the skins of the men as they wrapped around their arms and torsos. They were overpowered fast, and yelled out of pain and horror as they were dragged underground without having any real chance to resist.

Charlotte burst into tears, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, something touched her back. Turning back in fear, she realized the bud had moved towards her, its strong, small roots working as hundreds of pairs of legs.

Her escape instinct now working, Charlotte attempted to run away. The flower was a monster, and she wasn't going to let herself to be eaten by it. Her escape was cut short: a long, thorned vine, this time seemingly extending from inside the bud itself dexterously wrapped itself around Charlotte's legs, tripping her. She tried to crawl away, crying in pain as the sharp thorns pierced her white skin, but the vine was stronger by far. It slowly dragged the woman towards the bud as she desperately struggled to break free from the grip. But the more she tried to struggle, the more the thorns bit into her skin. Looking behind her, eyes blurred with tears, she saw a small opening in the bud, just large enough for her to fit through. When she was dragged inside, it opened, leaving her in a total darkness.

The bud was far from empty. From under her extended hundreds of soft, slimy tendrils, slithering around like snakes. Charlotte felt disgusted and horrified, but the torn around her legs seemed to retract and disappear into the bottom of the flower. She tried to crawl towards the walls, tried to find the opening she had come in from, but before she had any real chance to start looking for it, something happened. The tendrils under her extended, taking a firm grip of her waist. She screamed again as she was pulled towards the center, and before she knew what was going on, she found herself stuck in the bottom from the waist down. She couldn't move her lower body at all: it was pulled inside the plant matter as easily as if it was pudding, but when she tried to break free, it was as if she was stuck inside a rock.

She desperately banged the floor with her fists, but it didn't seem to help. No more than a few seconds passed, and she already had a new cause of distress: she felt her entire lower body being wrapped around by the vines, pierced by small, sharp thorns. She let out a cry of pain. Soon, something that felt like one of the tendrils around her slowly entered her vagina. She felt pleasure mixing with her pain and shame as it stimulated her, surprisingly gently. It moved up and down softly, and she started to feel weird. She wasn't merely sexually aroused by the tendril; it was as if some sort of a drug had been released into her body. Her mind was starting to feel blurrier now, the pain from the thorns seemingly disappeared. She let out a few involuntary moans as the tendril kept softly pumping away, and she hated herself for it.

It lasted for a while. The flower seemed to thrust gently into her, not bringing her to an orgasm but keeping her body in a constant state of sexual tension. After she had almost surrendered to the sensation, something happened. Something seemed to be growing inside her body, as if the flower was working its way inside of her. Microscopic vines started growing inside of her bloodstream, absorbing her blood and growing thicker, eventually filling the veins completely. Small things, slithering in her lower body, slowly moving upwards. It wasn't a painful sensation, but it was a horrifying one. She screamed and cried again, trying to break free, but tendril inside her vagina was ready for this. It started thrusting up harder, releasing larger amounts of the drug that had already coated her vaginal walls. Soon she was in a mindless ecstasy, feeling pure pleasure not only from the repeated orgasms granted to her by the tendril, but also by the vines that had already grown up to her chest.

As Charlotte moaned, the vines inside of her kept working their way upwards. The vines were spreading themselves through her breasts, growing into her heart and upwards into her arms and neck, but she only felt pleasure. The vines in her lower regions were still working: branching around, changing things, turning pink flesh into green plant matter. Finally, they reached her brain, burying themselves inside of it. Charlotte's mind went blank and the thrusting stopped. Slowly, gently the plant merged the woman's mind with its own. During the process, she kept physically changing. The rest of her flesh was turned into plant matter, her eyes and hair took a strongly green hue. Her blood was completely sucked dry, replaced with the plant's own fluids. Smaller roses started growing on her body, originating from the maze of vines inside of her. The bud flooded itself with mild acid, designed to dissolve anything not made from vegetative matter. All foreign elements were slowly burned away, Charlotte stripped naked.

After her mind had been completely merged, she woke up. Her roots gently tasting the blood of the two soldiers buried near her, she opened her eyes and yawned. She felt extremely tired, for some reason. As her mind processed the flood of information around her, she realized why: she wasn't absorbing any sunlight. Slowly, gracefully she opened the bud she was in, the rose's petals extending around her with herself as the center. Basking in the sunlight and absorbing blood very, very gently, she realized she was the happiest she'd ever been. There was plenty of sunlight, plenty of prey and all the time in the world to do what she wanted.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Alraune Charlotte/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vanilla Alraune

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:04:43 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Creating children is an art form, and with something completely unique, you knew you had to be careful. It wouldn't be enough to simply get just anyone. The victim would have to …'

Creating children is an art form, and with something completely unique, you knew you had to be careful. It wouldn't be enough to simply get just anyone. The victim would have to be suitable, match the flower. You had created failures before, and reminded of them, you decided to avoid ever making them again.

It took you several days, but eventually you found a perfect match. The eldest daughter of the local baron, a young woman with a long curvy hair and striking blue eyes. She had a cold personality, and while the people loved her for her beauty, they hoped in their hearts the woman would never have any authority over them. She was set to be married soon, though she felt quite indifferent about that.

She was aristocratic and thorny in her demeanour, and you had a perfect match for that. A rose, still in a bud, that was going to grow into a large, beautiful flower with light red petals. And with your help, it'd grow even more beautiful. You found her to be quite fond of roses as well, which only maximized the chances of success.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Alraune Charlotte|Go for her]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Alraune Other|No, not good enough]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Alraune

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:03:56 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Drawing inspiration from the Anthousai of the old and mixing it up with the modern folklore about the mandragora plants, you thought of a wonderful design for a new child of your…'

Drawing inspiration from the Anthousai of the old and mixing it up with the modern folklore about the mandragora plants, you thought of a wonderful design for a new child of yours. A hybrid of a flower and a woman, feeding on blood; horrifying and beautiful at the same time, like all of your greatest children were. Excited, you decided to call her the alraune, after a foreign name for the mandragora.

Of course, you'd have to find a woman and a flower to complete your vision.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vanilla Alraune|Search for the victim]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Different Alraune|Scrap the idea, try to think of something a bit different]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale/Different Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:03:09 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with ''''Editor's note:''' This is the place for more modern stuff. Beegirls, slimegirls, things that simply didn't exist in any kind of mythology. Pretty much all of these come from t…'

'''Editor's note:''' This is the place for more modern stuff. Beegirls, slimegirls, things that simply didn't exist in any kind of mythology. Pretty much all of these come from the imagination of some horny Japanese men, I'm quite sure.

The Echidna Tale/Different Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:01:45 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Perhaps you should try something original, you thought. Using your old designs would be easy, as would pulling new ones from the hearts of the people. But nobody said you couldn'…'

Perhaps you should try something original, you thought. Using your old designs would be easy, as would pulling new ones from the hearts of the people. But nobody said you couldn't experiment a bit. Take an old child here, another there, read some madman's heart, use bits and pieces to create something the world has never imagined before. It'd take effort, but you weren't one to shy away from it.

You set to work. Spending a few days planning and plotting, investigating and finding new things to try, you come up with a decent amount of ideas for new children.

* [[The Echidna Tale/The Alraune|The Alraune]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Slime|The Slime]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Bee|The Bee]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Weremouse|The Weremouse]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale/Undead Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 19:00:58 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with ''''Editor's note:''' Yeah, anything cold that doesn't breathe probably should go here. No brainer.'

'''Editor's note:''' Yeah, anything cold that doesn't breathe probably should go here. No brainer.

The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Kill July

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:53:53 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You smiled at your reflection. You wouldn't need your little sister anymore, you wouldn't need anyone from your old life. It'd be a time for a new beginning. And you should star…'

You smiled at your reflection.

You wouldn't need your little sister anymore, you wouldn't need anyone from your old life. It'd be a time for a new beginning. And you should start off by getting rid of your family. Death is the only thing they truly deserved, anyway.

Sneaking back under your covers, you pretended to be dead as she knocked on the door, and finally came in.

"...Sister...?" she asked, with a tearful voice as she came closer to you. "Are you... are you dead?". Almost choking with tears, she came beside you to see if you were still breathing.

You opened your eyes and she jumped in shock. "I'm alright, July."

"Don't scare me like that!" she says, bursting in tears. "It looked like you weren't breathing, and I..."

"Sshhh." you interrupt her. "I've got something to tell you, come closer..."

She wipes her tears and brings her head closer. As she does so, you take a firm grip of her body and bite down, tasting blood for the first time in your unlife. It was sweeter, saltier, spicier, more flavourful than anything you'd ever tasted. You almost succumb to the blood lust completely, but manage to pull your head from her neck after a while. She was crying again, her eyes glazed over in a mixture of horror, pain and rapture.

You violently pull her towards you, force her to sit on your bed. You stare at her, your red eyes full of hatred and spite and start telling her how much you hate her. You tell her what a little tramp she was, how selfish it was of her to live so freely and happily and without constraints. Your every word strikes her like a hammer, and unable to pull her face away from you, she cries deeply and bitterly, apologizing to you again and again. Something about this amuses you, and you burst into laughter, eventually slapping her face hard. Her eyes were full of fear now. You felt good, being something that was feared instead of pitied.

"Well, July, there is one way you can atone. One way to make me forgive you." you said with venomous voice.

"What is it... how can I atone...?" she asked, horror and sorrow exposed on her face.

Playing with her pigtails, looking into her blue eyes, you respond. "You'll simply have to give your life to me. Die for me, little sister."

Tears were running on her cheeks as she begged for forgiveness, but you'd give her none. Words didn't matter to you. Forcing her jaw open, you gave her a deep kiss and bit her tongue off. Her muffled scream turned into a whimper as she was beginning to enjoy the pain. You drank deeply, enjoying her tiny life being slowly exhausted like a flickering candle flame. She died in a rapture, with tears still on her cheeks. Kissing them off, you placed her under the blanked, to the bed where you had been stuck for so long.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Wait for parents|Wait for your parents to come in.]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Follow

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:53:05 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Your mistress had left you to your own devices. You weren't worried; you were strong, capable of almost anything. Still, you felt hungry and thirsty, the two needs mixing up insi…'

Your mistress had left you to your own devices. You weren't worried; you were strong, capable of almost anything. Still, you felt hungry and thirsty, the two needs mixing up inside your mind. You'd need to satisfy your desires soon.

You walk to a mirror and grin, admiring yourself. Your long red hair seems somehow lusher, more vibrant now, though same can't be said about your skin. Anyone who'd take a look at you would conclude you were dead. You didn't seem to be breathing either, unless you consciously forced yourself to. How amusing. Your teeth were sharp as daggers, and your deep, red eyes looked beautiful to you. The simple pyjamas you were wearing would have to go, however. Finally you could wear all the dresses you'd ever wanted. Anything you liked, you'd simply take.

You stopped as you heard someone approaching. From the light footsteps, you assumed it was your sister. You felt spiteful, all of a sudden. The little turd had had a normal, happy life while you had been lying on your bed. She had friends. Boys who liked her. More clothes than you, too, since you didn't need much anyway. She'd satisfy not only your hunger, but also your desire for vengeance. You thought about killing her, and the idea made you tingle with hateful joy. Dying on her beloved sister's arms, giving her her own life would be fitting for someone like her. Of course, you could also turn her into a servant, a slave, a pet, a subject of your own will. When you realized how torn you were between the two choices, you almost laughed. For the first time since forever, you had actual options to choose from.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Kill July|Kill her]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Turn July|Turn her]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Next Day 2

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:52:07 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'To her family, it was clear that Emily was dying. She had almost no colour on her face, and despite her claims contrariwise, her hoarse and weak voice were clear signs that she w…'

To her family, it was clear that Emily was dying. She had almost no colour on her face, and despite her claims contrariwise, her hoarse and weak voice were clear signs that she wouldn't make it over the next night. July cried the entire day and wanted to be by Emily, but she refused her, saying she wished to be alone. Her parents seemed to understand and told July to go play outside, but she ran to her own room instead.

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You arrived to her room again and found her awaiting you. She was lying on her bed, too weak to rise up, but as soon as you entered, she smiled with an eager expression on her face. You moved closer and gave her a soft kiss. She responded with a weak moan.

With your sharp, black nails, you made a small cut inside your own mouth and poured some blood down her throat. She drunk it down thirstily, offering no sign of resistance.

You thoroughly enjoyed the rest of what she had to give. You started by gently biting down on her wrist, suckling on it for a while, before progressing upwards along her arm and giving her several very small bites. Unbuttoning her shirt, you bit the underside of her small breasts, making her whimper weakly in pleasure. Lowering the helpless girl's pants, you bit again just above her vagina, allowing her blood to mix with her vaginal juices. You let her come several times as you greedily devoured her fluids.

Finally, when she was on the last inches of her life, you raised her by her armpits and placed her to sit on your lap. You pierced her neck for the one last time, and she sighed peacefully as you drunk down the last bits of life left in her.

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She woke up an hour later her mistress still beside her, gently stroking her hair. She felt amazing; there wasn't a single trace of any weakness left in her body. The two of them kissed each other deeply.

Her mistress left her soon after, promising her a free reign to do whatever she wished. She ran her tongue across her sharp teeth, licked her cold lips, and started thinking about how to live her new life...

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Next Day

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:51:16 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Emily had been feeling even weaker that day. No doubt it was due to the lack of blood: she wasn't aware of how much had been taken from him, but she had even paler complexion tha…'

Emily had been feeling even weaker that day. No doubt it was due to the lack of blood: she wasn't aware of how much had been taken from him, but she had even paler complexion than before, making her family extremely alarmed. She was calm about it, however; her family took this as acceptance and seemed to be happy about it. This made Emily angry. Why would it be a good thing for her to accept her death? She'd never accept it, the sheer thought of it seemed crazy. There'd still be so much to experience.

It was the evening again and the sun had gone down. Emily's heart was beating anxiously; she somehow knew the woman would return to her. She had left the window open for her, ready to give herself to her again.

Her eagerness was rewarded. The woman came again, silently in the night, as if floating through the open window into her room. Emily greeted her: "Good evening. Welcome back."

The woman smiled faintly and once again sat next to her, stroking her cheeks. "Hello, Emily." she said, looking deeply into her eyes. "How are you tonight?"

"I'm fine..." she said. The woman's cold hands felt good on her skin.

The woman was quiet for a second, smiling again. "Really? You look a bit sad. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"

The girl did feel sad all of a sudden. She burst into tears, but the woman embraced her, comforting her gently. After a few sobs, she started speaking. Telling her about how unfair the world was, how envious she was of her sister, how her parents seemed to think it'd be better if she died off soon. Pouring out her heart to the woman made her feel better. Her sorrow turned into anger as the woman silently comforted her, petting her gently. After she ran out of fume, Emily was pushed gently on her bed again, the woman on top of her.

She gave the girl a kiss to which she eagerly responded. Then, she whispered things to her ear. She whispered of immortality, of freedom and power and darkness and blood. Emily listened in wonder an amazement, her heart aching, wanting these things for herself. She let herself be bitten again, the pain feeling like pleasure.

July came tonight as well, but Emily pretended to be sleeping. She wasn't interested in her sister right now.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Next Day 2|The next day]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:50:32 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You had no shortage of willing victims during your glory days, but as the world was now, such people were a rarity. This girl, however, seemed like an exception; she was so painf…'

You had no shortage of willing victims during your glory days, but as the world was now, such people were a rarity. This girl, however, seemed like an exception; she was so painfully afraid of death that she'd do anything to be released from it. You didn't think a lot of subtlety was required. Though, obviously it wouldn't do any good to tell her everything either. You waited for the nightfall, assumed your new form, and took off.

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Emily was lying on her bed, coughing. As she had for every day the past month.

She was going to die, and she knew it. It was something in her family: her grandfather's first two children had succumbed to the same illness, and apparently it went back more generations than anyone knew of. Bitterly, she thought about all the other girls who got to live perfectly normal, happy lives. They'd milk cows, get married, mother children and die... far, far later than she would. She was envious of her sister, too, but couldn't really think of anything bad about her: she was the sweetest thing ever, spending so much time with her despite her inability to move from the bed.

She sighed and slumped on her bed. The sun had only just fallen and there'd still be an hour or two before she usually went to sleep, but she was bored to tears. Her family owned exactly two books, and she had read them dozens of times already. She tried closing her eyes, wishing she'd just fall asleep fast.

Suddenly, she heard someone tapping on her window. Clumsily rising to a sitting position and opening her eyes, she saw a beautiful, tall woman. With a curvy black hair, skin even paler than hers, she looked like a true aristocrat. Why would someone like her be here, in the middle of nowhere?

The woman tapped the glass again, obviously wishing to speak with her. Shakily rising on her feet, she moved towards the window and opened it.

As she got a better look at the woman's face, she noticed her red, piercing eyes. Surprised by that, she stammered a bit. "E-e-excuse me, how may I help you?"

The woman smiled faintly, looking Emily in the eyes. "May I come in, first? It's awfully unpleasant to just stand outside." Her voice was strangely authoritative, and the girl involuntarily took a step backwards to let her in.

"I'm sorry, um... go ahead..." she said, flustered. The woman only smiled some more and effortlessly climbed in through the open window.

"Thank you, dear. May I hear your name?" she asked in a refined manner, still staring at Emily with the red eyes of hers.

"I'm Emily Herbard, but um..." she started, not sure what she was going to ask. Somehow, she had a hard time concentrating right now. "May I please sit? I'm rather frail, and I don't think I can stand much longer."

"Go ahead, Emily." she responded. Feeling grateful, Emily sat on her bed, still somehow unable to tear her eyes off the woman's. She followed, sitting on the bed right next to her.

"Can I help you...?" she asked, confused. The woman was silent for a second, simply smiling at her. Her gaze seemed to penetrate her somehow, and she felt herself to be more and more relaxed around her, as if she was a good friend of hers.

"Tell me about yourself, Emily." the woman suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Emily did. She told her of her illness, of her family, of the life around her farm. She told her of a crush she had on a boy when she was twelve, and about the books she had read or wanted to read. The woman's smile was encouraging and she seemed to be listening to her intently, and Emily felt truly grateful to have someone who'd listen to her like this. She didn't mind when the woman started brushing her hair, or when she moved behind her and started embracing her, kissing her neck. It was only natural.

After some time had passed, she gently pushed Emily down on her bed and placed her finger gently on her lips. The girl started feeling tired and submissive all of a sudden, forgetting everything she was going to say. Staring at the woman's eyes, she lied there in trance.

---

You kissed her lips as she looked at you in a peaceful trance. Sliding your right arm under her armpit and your left hand behind her head to support it, you gave her neck a small lick before biting down.

She left out a small, pained gasp and breathed heavily as you drank her lifeblood. After a while, she started to enjoy it and her breathing stabilized, her chest raising and lowering slowly under you. Her heart pumped more and more blood for you to drink, but after a minute you pulled back, leaving her to lie there with a blissful expression on her face. Kissing her goodbye with your bloody lips, you evacuated yourself, planning to return the next night.

---

Emily returned to her senses a minute later, wiping the blood from her neck and her lips on the underside of her blanket. It had felt better than anything she had ever experienced in her whole life, and she hoped from the bottom of her heart that the woman would return again. It felt wrong, and she knew it was. But she didn't care; she had stopped caring about that when she realized how close her death was. She felt angry at the lack of justice in the world, wishing to rebel against it.

She snapped out of it when she heard someone knocking on her door. "Y, yes?"

Her little sister entered. A young, childish girl with a red hair like hers tied cutely to pigtails, it was impossible not to feel better upon seeing her. "Are you feeling alright, sister?" she asked Emily.

"I'm okay, July. I'm a bit thirsty, could you bring me some water?"

"A-alright!" she said, going to fetch her some. Maybe it wasn't really that bad after all.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily/Next Day|The next day]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vanilla vampire

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:50:02 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You looked carefully for an interesting victim. The possibilities were many, but eventually you found one particularly interesting one: a young, sickly girl, the older daughter i…'

You looked carefully for an interesting victim. The possibilities were many, but eventually you found one particularly interesting one: a young, sickly girl, the older daughter in a family of farmers. She was born with an illness and a weak constitution, but she recently took a turn to the worse. Everyone, including herself, is expecting her to die any moment. She's thin and frail-looking and her naturally pale complexion makes her look almost dead already. A shame: her long red hair and her beautiful blue eyes would have won her many suitors if she had been healthier.

None of those features were of any particular interest to you, however. What caught your attention were the girl's pleas: she had been praying for her deity to make her feel better through all her life. And recently, when she realized she was about to die, she started praying to other things too. Seemingly anyone who'd be willing to listen.

You always did have a soft spot for honest pleas.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Emily|Turn her]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Vampire Other|Go for someone else]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Vampire

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:49:10 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'A race of creatures of darkness and blood, the thought of recreating them interested you greatly. They were some of the purest evil you had ever spawned, motivated by their addic…'

A race of creatures of darkness and blood, the thought of recreating them interested you greatly. They were some of the purest evil you had ever spawned, motivated by their addiction to blood and sheer maliciousness. It'd definitely be an interesting way to start things up.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vanilla vampire|Search for a victim]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Different vampire|Perhaps you should try something less traditional than just that]]

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The Echidna Tale/Undead Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:48:20 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You were an immortal being, and death always seemed a mere triviality to you. The ability to control souls or to keep a husk of flesh running without them wasn't easy for you to …'

You were an immortal being, and death always seemed a mere triviality to you. The ability to control souls or to keep a husk of flesh running without them wasn't easy for you to gain, but in the end, it was just another skill. To mortals, however, death had always been a taboo. The end of everything, the thing they feared the most. And you quickly learned there was no faster way to gain worshippers than showing your rule over it.

Of course, you couldn't simply raise the dead and expect them to go on as they did in life. Either they became soulless corpses, following around commands or their own primal urges, or if specific measures were taken, you could turn them into intelligent undead creatures, corrupted by the negative energy powering them. In either case, you often entertained yourself by granting the wishes of the mortals wanting to get their dead loved ones back to them.

The thought of perhaps doing something similar excited you.

What should you start with?

* [[The Echidna Tale/The Vampire|The Vampire]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Banshee|The Banshee]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Necromancer|The Necromancer]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Zombie|The Zombie]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale/New Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:47:17 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with ''''Editors's note''': More medieval monsters should go here. Mostly things associated with Christianity, but any folklore from the time period works fine here.'

'''Editors's note''': More medieval monsters should go here. Mostly things associated with Christianity, but any folklore from the time period works fine here.

The Echidna Tale/Imp Ellen

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:45:35 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Geber decided to use his daughter. It'd be easier, cheaper, and the imp might very well be more powerful as a result. He had given up on morality a long time ago, this'd be no di…'

Geber decided to use his daughter. It'd be easier, cheaper, and the imp might very well be more powerful as a result. He had given up on morality a long time ago, this'd be no different from many things in his past...

He prepared for the ritual, cleaning up his laboratory, preparing the materials, drawing the spell circle and taking a good amount of precautions. Trying out a new spell was always risky, but this'd be more powerful and complex than nearly anything he had ever tried before. After he was satisfied, he realised how hungry he was. Emerging from the laboratory, he told his wife to make some food for him. She looked quite annoyed at Geber, but he didn't care.

After the food, Geber walked to his daughters' room. They were both inside.

"Daddy?" he asked Ellen, his younger daughter. The elder one, Audrey, seemed to be angry at him for some reason. He cared not.

"Ellen, you need to come with you to the laboratory." he told her.

"W, why? You've never let me come down there before..." she said, looking surprised. Audrey looked quite shocked as well.

"Hey! What are you planning to do with her?" Audrey asked.

"It's none of your business, Audrey. You can play together later.". Geber had no idea if she'd still be interested in playing with her after all that, but he didn't have the time to deal with some uppity young daughter of his.

"O-okay..." Ellen said, standing up and walking up to him.

Geber led her quickly down to his laboratory, locking the door behind him. Ellen jumped in shock as she heard the heavy lock click.

"W-why did you lock the door, daddy?" she asked.

"You know that I always lock the door when I perform important experiments." he said dismissively. "Now, why don't you sit down for a second."

Half-satisfied with the explanation, Ellen looked around the laboratory. It was the first time she got a good look at it: it smelled weird, looked weird and had an all-around weird atmosphere, but there wasn't anything genuinely scary there. No skulls or bottled newts, as she had feared.

Geber walked over to a shelf, picked up something, and walked behind his daughter. She tried turning head to see what he was doing, but he grasped her head firmly to prevent her from doing so. Before she had the chance to react, she heard a sharp prick on her neck.

"O-ow, daddy, what did you do...?" she asked in a shocked voice. He didn't respond, and she tried rising up, only to find that her legs couldn't support her anymore. Geber caught his daughter before she slumped on the ground.

"This'll pass in a few minutes. I'll just need to get you tied down, it wouldn't have been good if you tried running away." he explained, dragging her on a table with a spell circle drawn on it as if she were a puppet with its strings cut. He started undressing Ellen as she weakly tried to resist, but she was far too weak to do much.

"Stop... daddy, stop..." she said with tears in her eyes. Geber felt genuinely bad for doing this by now, but he figured it was idiotic to turn back at this point. He had gone through so much to get where he was, and right now, he had the chance to lose or gain everything. After his daughter was naked, he bound her to the table with leather straps, one to keep each of her limbs in place.

He made a small cut on his wrist, pouring some of his blood to a small cup and bandaging himself up before mixing some exotic looking ingredients with the contents of the cup. The effects of the drug had nearly almost passed, but she was firmly wrapped down. She quickly found out that trying to trash and squirm her way out of the situation wouldn't help.

He moved over his daughter, still pleading him to release her, to let her go. He ignored her and begun the ritual. Drawing symbols all over her body with his own blood, sprinkling salt and crushed nitrate as small piles on her, he chanted the words that were written down on the scroll. Ellen, almost scared out of her mind, initially screamed for help, but she eventually calmed down as the ritual progressed. After an hour or so, it seemed the symbols were ready, as he placed the cup of blood, now almost empty, on another table. Ellen didn't feel anything special.

"Daddy...? Is it over?" she asked with a small voice. Still saying nothing, he walked over to her and examined his work. He had fail-safes in place, designed to protect himself, but if he had gotten a detail wrong, he could risk losing his ingredients, even his daughter. After finding no problems with the spell, he uttered the last syllable, triggering the spell.

Ellen screamed in horror as she felt waves of heat going through her body, the bloody symbols lighting up and the sweet smell of burning nitrate filling her nostrils. The symbols drawn on her seemed to meld with her flesh, and soon her body started changing. Her nails and teeth grew longer and sharper, capable of tearing through flesh with ease. Her skin and blonde hair started slowly taking a strange hue, eventually turning unnaturally pink. She grew two small horns on her forehead, small wings on her back and a small tail, with a pointy end. Her eyes turned yellow and glowing, her irises enlarging. Eventually, the symbols seemed to sink inside her flesh, disappearing.

The physical changes were nothing compared to the mental ones. Her screams of fear quickly changed into screams of pleasure as the waves of heat turned into arousal. Strange feelings and thoughts invaded her mind, whispering to her, changing her. She was overwhelmed by them: she felt love and loyalty towards her mother, not the old one, but the new one, her true creator; she felt hatred and anger towards her father, for doing this to her, for making her feel that vulnerable and scared, for destroying her humanity; she felt lust and she felt hunger, strong feelings filling her heart, ending her innocence forever.

The spell was almost over. Geber looked at his daughter, or what she had become, and she looked back with an empty expression. He leaned closer to kiss her on the lips, and she responded, taking her due.

Ellen had never tasted anything like that. It was merely a small bit, the slightest nibble she got from him, but it was enough to fill her with power and raw happiness. Hungrily absorbing the piece of the soul, she was now completely reborn.

She smiled at the man she hated, licking her lips, and with a seductive voice she said: "Thank you, master."

She would seduce him, wrap him around her fingers, force him to feed her again and again and again. The more of his soul she had, the more control she would have over him. And when he'd be drained empty, she'd destroy him for what he had done, happily presenting his soul for her mother to feast on.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Imp Ellen/Follow|Follow the life of your new daughter]]

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The Echidna Tale/Scroll to Geber

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:44:31 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You decided to simply place it inside his laboratory. A man like him wouldn't question the source of a spell such as this for too long. Even if he suspected something, he'd be wi…'

You decided to simply place it inside his laboratory. A man like him wouldn't question the source of a spell such as this for too long. Even if he suspected something, he'd be willing to take the risk. Appearing to the laboratory at midnight, you place the scroll in front of the sleeping alchemist.

---

Geber woke up. He had fallen asleep to his laboratory again, despite the pleas of his wife to come sleep in his bed instead. She knew better than to come disturb him while he was inside the laboratory, however, allowing him to have a good night's sleep.

Yawning and rubbing his eyes, his first thought was to continue researching the properties of aqua fortis. But seeing the scroll in front of him, his mind did a double take. It wasn't one of his; he could see himself writing things in his sleep, but that was far too neat to be his handwriting. It couldn't be a page from some old book either, as the paper looked modern and the ink not faded in the slightest. It had to be something written by another magician, probably quite recently, but he had no ties with them. Perhaps it was the baron, or one of his man? It could be that they had found something interesting. But why wouldn't they simply give it to him openly?

He took the scroll and examined it closer. It was clearly quite a complex spell, requiring a lot of materials that even the baron wouldn't readily give. The writing looked surprisingly archaic. Perhaps it was actually a much older spell, simply recently copied to the scroll of his. But as he read further on, he got excited; he could do so much with something like this. A demon servant of his own, a creature possessing terrible power and magic? He could gain anything he'd ever wanted. He could overthrow the baron, rule over the lands with his new-found power. He could take the baron's daughters for his own. He could become feared and terrible, taking what he wanted and extracting his revenge to everyone who's ever wronged him.

Of course, the price would be hefty, and he wasn't talking about the components of the spell. Still, it was merely a tiny amount of his soul he'd have to give every week, and he could end the contract any time. And Geber was a man who'd be willing to lose some to gain a lot.

He didn't want to alert the baron to the fact he was doing anything special, so asking for the spell components didn't sound like a good idea to him. There was an alternative; he could use his youngest daughter as the one who the spell could be cast on. She was of the proper age, and as a close blood relative, the magic would be strengthened. That way, he'd merely have to use whatever materials he had in his laboratory. It wouldn't be that bad, he reasoned; it's not like she would be killed.

Alternatively, he could simply ask the baron for the materials, hoping he could do the act secretly.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Imp Ellen|Use your daughter]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Ask baron for materials|Ask the baron for materials]]

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The Echidna Tale/Vanilla imp

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:43:02 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You always had an affinity to magic, especially to corrupting magic. But this time, you had to design a spell for someone else to use: someone who'd never have the skill and the …'

You always had an affinity to magic, especially to corrupting magic. But this time, you had to design a spell for someone else to use: someone who'd never have the skill and the resources you had. Even with the limitations, however, you managed to create and perfect the spell in a mere few short days; clearly, your long slumber did nothing to your mind.

Still, there were some limitations. It'd fundamentally only work on children: they were simpler to mold, and a more complex kind of magic was required to make the spell to affect adult humans. In addition, several relatively rare and expensive types of material components were required, unless there were some other mitigating factors one could make an use of. The spell worked better on one's blood relatives, for example, allowing for them to be substituted with weaker, cheaper materials. However, you were still quite confident that even a beginner magician could pull it off. Inscribing the spell to a scroll, you decide to start looking for some poor fool to give it to.

One amateur alchemist and magician catches your attention quite fast. A middle-aged man, secretly working for the baron under the eyes of the church, trying to develop potions and miracle drugs for the baron to use and sell. He was far from talented, but he was extremely hard working: despite having a wife and two daughters, he spent nearly every hour of his day holed up inside his laboratory. His favour with the baron rose and fell: the rare times he had a small breakthrough the baron showered him with appreciation, but often he was at risk of having his laboratory taken away from him. He'd do anything for some more power.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Scroll to Geber|Give the scroll to him]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Scroll to someone else|Search for alternatives]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Imp

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:41:30 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Allies could be a good thing. It's not like an army of powerful, loyal monsters wouldn't be enough for the majority of problems you'd face, but sometimes, it was wise to get huma…'

Allies could be a good thing. It's not like an army of powerful, loyal monsters wouldn't be enough for the majority of problems you'd face, but sometimes, it was wise to get humans on your side as well. You had done it with mostly benevolent creatures in the past, but you always did want to try something a bit different: a race of servants for humans to use, taking just tiny bits of their soul as their reward.

By consuming souls, you grew stronger. And the more of someone's soul you had consumed, the more influence you had over them. A completely soulless human was no more than a mindless puppet, but even someone with mere tiny bits of their souls nibbled away could be bended under your will, made to work as your servant.

Best of all, the concept seemed to already exist in this age. The people believed in many demons, some sharing the exact traits you wanted to use. You would create a demon that could be bound to your will for a limited amount of time by giving it the tiniest bit of your own soul. The demon would have to be deceptive and seductive, capable of making its master renew the contract again and again, feeding you with more and more of their soul. And it would have to be useful and powerful to please its masters.

Demons were all about corruption. Going against your usual methods, you decided not to create these children yourself. You would, instead, design a spell that would allow others to create imps of their own. They would, of course, still consider you as their mother and be forever loyal to you: your spell would make sure of that. But the method would serve well to give the illusion of loyalty and involvement to the casters themselves.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Vanilla imp|Create the spell]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Different imp|Modify it some]]

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The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day 2

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:38:47 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Helen woke up the next morning exhausted but strangely serene. She let her hair run free instead of tying it up as normal: this felt liberating somehow. She got a couple of weird…'

Helen woke up the next morning exhausted but strangely serene. She let her hair run free instead of tying it up as normal: this felt liberating somehow. She got a couple of weird stares when she went to the morning prayer, but she didn't mind. Crossing her hands in prayer along everyone else, she thought back on the previous night and shuddered in lust. Replaying the events again and again in her mind, worshipping her new mistress in secret, she got through the day quickly with a new fire burning in her soul.

---

You appeared in front of her once again, and this time she was ready for that. The woman was already undressed, standing in the middle of her room with a blankly lustful look on her face, her eyes begging for her desires to be granted.

"Hello, my dear. How are you tonight?" you asked, teasing her.

"Please... please make me your own, mistress. Please accept me as your servant for eternity!" she almost shouted, her face red with lust.

You laughed and placed your sharp nails on her throat, circling around her as you made a thin line on it. You grab her breasts from the behind and massage them roughly, as she moans with a voice full of pleasure. "Very well. Then worship me, my love."

She kneels before you as you sit on her bed. You extend your leg toward her, and she carefully holds it, closes her eyes and starts licking your soles, entwining her tongue around your toes. You watch her as she worships your feet with a religious zeal unlike anything she has known thus far, licking your long, sharp nails clean. You stroke her hair approvingly as she works her way up your left, stopping to kiss your slit. She opens her eyes, filled with fervor, and looks into yours as she starts pleasing you with her tongue.

After she has brought you to an orgasm, you reward her. Throwing her on the bed, you ravage her body as she screams in ecstacy. Your sharp, red nails dig into her flesh as she moans uncontrollably, and you bring her to a rough orgasm again and again. Slowly, she starts changing: her body assumes a more red hue, her eyes turn yellow. Her nails and teeth sharpen and small horns sprout from under her blonde hair, now slowly turning reddish purple. She gains wings and a tail as she keeps crying in pleasure and worshipping every part of your body. You let her rest only after the night is almost over.

---

The succubus, Helen, stares at her mother and mistress with a look full of adornment as she gives her instructions about what to do. She is to bring mortal women and men to a ruin, tainting them and taking their souls to bring her mother to consume and grow stronger. She was now the slave of her will, and for the first time in her life, she felt completely free. After kissing her for one more time, her mother left her to her own devices. Helen laughed, a harsh and a wicked laugh, as she imagined what she'd do to her first victims.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:36:52 GMT

Pashaimeru:

You had observed her this whole time. The kiss had a stronger effect than you could have predicted; she had troubles concentrating on anything and kept thinking about the release from this place - and you - the whole time. You found lustful images filling her mind while she prayed; this amused you greatly.

---

It was already the evening, and everyone was moving towards their rooms for a prayer. Helen, however, didn't know what to do. The demon had promised to return tonight: the thought filled her with impure excitement which shamed her greatly. She knew she might not be able to resist the demoness' rules anymore, so returning alone to her room would be sheer insanity. She should ask for her sisters to spiritual guidance and help, do anything to avoid the temptation. But what would they say? They might believe her, but could she really admit her flaws, admit how weak her faith was? Her shame prevented her from seeking help, and the more she thought about it, the more she came to believe she might be able to resist the charms of the demon. She was merely caught by surprise the day before, after all.

She returned to her room, her cross held close to her heart, preparing to meet her again.

---

You laughed. How good she was at deceiving herself! Too weak to even admit her own desires, much less follow upon them. As a daughter of yours, she'd be stronger. She'd be capable of following her lusts.

You appeared before her, in her own room. Her furious resolve disappeared at the first sight of you: she gasped and dropped the cross and fumbled to pick it up again. By the time she had picked it up, you were already in front of him, pushing her on her bed and kissing her deeply. After the initial shock, she responded to the kiss, entwining her tongue with yours and panting heavily. When you pulled away, shef burst into tears.

"Oh, lord. I am too weak after all. Please forgive me..." she cried. You laughed a bit and kissed her neck a couple of times. She let out a small moan.

---

The demoness kept kissing and caressing Helen, whispering profane things to her ears, not even bothering to undress her. She truly enjoyed it, that she couldn't deny. She was brought to an orgasm more times she could count and she found herself moaning like a lunatic in a couple of occasions. There was no chance of resisting; it took every inch of her willpower to avoid giving herself to the demon completely, denying her god and worshipping the demon instead. The night went on as she lied on her bed in the mercy of the demon. She passed out at some point, but the sex continued in her dreams. There was no escape from that.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day 2|The next day]]

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The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:34:59 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You had observed her this whole time. The kiss had a stronger effect than you could have predicted; she had troubles concentrating on anything and kept thinking about the release…'

You had observed her this whole time. The kiss had a stronger effect than you could have predicted; she had troubles concentrating on anything and kept thinking about the release from this place - and you - the whole time. You found lustful images filling her mind while she prayed; this amused you greatly.

---

It was already the evening, and everyone was moving towards their rooms for a prayer. Helen, however, didn't know what to do. The demon had promised to return tonight: the thought filled her with impure excitement which shamed her greatly. She knew she might not be able to resist the demoness' rules anymore, so returning alone to her room would be sheer insanity. She should ask for her sisters to spiritual guidance and help, do anything to avoid the temptation. But what would they say? They might believe her, but could she really admit her flaws, admit how weak her faith was? Her shame prevented her from seeking help, and the more she thought about it, the more she came to believe she might be able to resist the charms of the demon. She was merely caught by surprise the day before, after all.

She returned to her room, her cross held close to her heart, preparing to meet her again.

---

You laughed. How good she was at deceiving herself! Too weak to even admit her own desires, much less follow upon them. As a daughter of yours, she'd be stronger. She'd be capable of following her lusts.

You appeared before her, in her own room. Her furious resolve disappeared at the first sight of you: she gasped and dropped the cross and fumbled to pick it up again. By the time she had picked it up, you were already in front of him, pushing her on her bed and kissing her deeply. After the initial shock, she responded to the kiss, entwining her tongue with yours and panting heavily. When you pulled away, shef burst into tears.

"Oh, lord. I am too weak after all. Please forgive me..." she cried. You laughed a bit and kissed her neck a couple of times. She let out a small moan.

---

The demoness kept kissing and caressing Helen, whispering profane things to her ears, not even bothering to undress her. She truly enjoyed it, that she couldn't deny. She was brought to an orgasm more times she could count and she found herself moaning like a lunatic in a couple of occasions. There was no chance of resisting; it took every inch of her willpower to avoid giving herself to the demon completely, denying her god and worshipping the demon instead. The night went on as she lied on her bed in the mercy of the demon. She passed out at some point, but the sex continued in her dreams. There was no escape from that.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Next day 2|The next day]]

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The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:33:27 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You assume a new form of a female demoness, based on the image people have of them. A red skin, a black hair and yellow eyes glowing like molten rock. With wings like a bat, a me…'

You assume a new form of a female demoness, based on the image people have of them. A red skin, a black hair and yellow eyes glowing like molten rock. With wings like a bat, a menacing tail, and teeth and nails capable of ripping a man apart, you appear charismatic and intimidating. Licking your lips, you wait for the nightfall.

---

Helen sighed as she returned to her room after a day of labour and prayer. Almost wanting to skip her evening prayer, but eventually deciding against it, she kneeled in front of her bed, her hands locked in prayer.

After a few seconds she felt a pair of warms wrapping around her, almost letting out a scream. "Who are you?!" she asked in a shocked voice.

The one behind her didn't respond, instead embracing her more tightly and giving her a soft kiss on her earlobe. Repulsed and thoroughly shocked, she rose up and broke free from the grip, meeting no resistance. Turning around, she saw something she wasn't sure she even believed in: a demon. She had a red skin, glowing, yellow eyes, and a lusty expression on her face. She screamed.

"Nobody's going to hear you, my love. No sound is going to escape this room." the demon said with a husky voice. "Just relax..."

The woman dug out a cross, tied around her neck with a string. "B... back away, demon! Search for a soul for your dark master elsewhere!"

The demon laughed as if there'd be nothing funnier than that, before taking a hold of the cross and forcibly ripping it off her neck. "Your deity has no power here, my dear. And I'm not here for your soul..."

Helen was stupefied. The demon had ignored her cross as if she were holding a wet towel instead. Was her faith that weak? Was the demon that strong? Fearfully, she took a step backwards, almost collapsing on her bed. "What... what do you want, demon?"

She looked the woman straight into her eyes and smiled maliciously. "I know of your troubles, my love. I know you yearn for an escape. You wish for a life completely different from this. And I've come to grant it to you."

Had she been an angel, a fairy or a mortal, she'd have taken the offer without a question. But letting a demon do her a favour was something Helen couldn't let happen. She wasn't an idiot, she knew better than that. "I'd... I'd rather not! Leave me be!"

The demon kept smiling, approaching her. The woman was too scared to move, letting out a frightened grasp as she got near. "I understand. I'll come back tomorrow, then."

Before having a chance to react, the demon brought her face closer to the woman's and kissed her. She felt her mind going blank, her body melting away under the pleasure. Powerless to resist, she almost slumped down on her bed before being caught by the demon. After ten seconds, she finally pulled away from her, laughing wickedly and disappearing in a brimstone-smelling flash.

The next night, Helen's dreams were full of visions of freedom and sex, a life of corruption and immorality. She woke up wet, bringing herself to an orgasm with her fingers and crying of joy and horror.

---

Even your powers are limited. You cannot simply turn someone into a child of yours with a snap of your fingers: the transformation has to follow specific rules. The most basic one of them was that it had to correspond with the idea of the monster people had in their hearts; as the succubi were creatures of sexuality and moral corruption, creating one would have to involve just that. It wasn't as clear cut as that in all cases, but this was a good example.

You weren't worried. You had the ability to read people's hearts. It was no mystery to you how easy someone was to corrupt. And this woman was already nearly pushed over the edge.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen/Next day|The next day]]

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User talk:Pashaimeru

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:30:47 GMT

Pashaimeru:

Please make sure to include the title of the story as a category on each page you post. --[[User:Platypus|Platypus]] 18:25, 23 February 2011 (UTC)
* Aye, I'm doing that. Noticed you having fixed it for the initial page, thanks. --[[User:Pashaimeru|Pashaimeru]] 18:30, 23 February 2011 (UTC)

The Echidna Tale/The Succubus

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:29:48 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Their belief in demons fascinated you. A clear result of their new religion, demons were apparently the agents of evil, bent on corrupting people and stealing their souls. You la…'

Their belief in demons fascinated you. A clear result of their new religion, demons were apparently the agents of evil, bent on corrupting people and stealing their souls. You laughed. It was was almost too perfect; you'd turn their own superstition against them, making their fears real.

The succubi were the obvious choice for your first demon daughter. They were an object of fear, but in the hearts of men and many women they were secretly yearned after. Who would not give their soul for a chance to be with one of them? In a society that enforced strict discipline and vilified sexuality, they were something people desperately wanted. A release you'd give to them.

Casting your awareness around the lands, you found an ideal target quite fast. A cloistered nun inside a walled monastery, away from the civilisation. She hadn't been a nun for long, and she was regretting her decision. But she had taken her solemn vows and she'd be shamed in the eyes of the people if she left.

She was a relatively young woman, not much more than twenty years old. Her shoulder-length blonde hair and her brown eyes were quite attractive, and she had many suitors when she had been younger. She had, however, turned them down, wishing to live a life serving her deity. She was regretting this now, regretting that she had thrown away a life that could have been so much more luxurious. And she was having a crisis of faith; her mind was in a weak state now, making her an easy target.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Succubus Helen|Release her of this life]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Succubus Other|Search for another target]]

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The Echidna Tale/New Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:23:18 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'It was a new world of new possibilities. Perhaps you should grow with it, adapt to the minds of the people. Even by idly browsing their hearts you saw a multitude of new myths an…'

It was a new world of new possibilities. Perhaps you should grow with it, adapt to the minds of the people. Even by idly browsing their hearts you saw a multitude of new myths and tales, new fears inside them. Many of them are related to their religion. A lot of them stem from the fear of the nature. You carefully pondered about the possibilities. What kind of a child should you give a birth to?

* [[The Echidna Tale/The Succubus|The Succubus]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Imp|The Imp]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Witch|The Witch]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Werewolf|The Werewolf]]

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The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:20:19 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You search through your memories and transform. For the first time in over two thousand years, the mighty queen of the fairies was walking the mortal world again. You giggled as …'

You search through your memories and transform. For the first time in over two thousand years, the mighty queen of the fairies was walking the mortal world again. You giggled as you gazed upon your now graceful and noble shape before conjuring up some clothes to cover yourself.

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Godfrey was walking around the woods, looking for some edible mushrooms, whistling as he walked. He enjoyed nature, he truly did: whenever he wasn't made to work, he'd spend hours just walking around idly or taking an afternoon nap near a stream. Even his frequent fishing or gathering trips, like the one he was currently on, were just excuses; it's not like the family couldn't put some food on its table. But he enjoyed this, and whenever his father allowed him to do this he'd disappear for hours and hours. He hadn't found too many mushrooms yet. Some early chantarelles and a rather cep, but he was expected to bring plenty more for a full dinner.

He stopped to see two squirrels fighting over food, and after they'd disappeared up the tree, he found himself staring at a couple of ladybugs instead. He snapped out of it when he heard someone approach.

As he turned, he saw the single most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. A mature woman with a soft, yellow, almost glowing skin and large, glorious and beautifully patterned butterfly wings growing from her back. She had odd-looking, but so pretty eyes of green and black, and her full red lips were smiling at him. Her hair was green and spotted with flowers, as if she had made an entire meadow a part of her body. Her clothing was beautiful and revealing: a green costume seemingly made out of the finest silk, so light that it seemed to be fluttering a bit in the almost entirely tranquil weather.

After staring at her for moments that seemed like ages, he realized his mouth was hanging open. "I'm, I'm so sorry, miss." he stuttered. "Could you be a fairy...?"

The woman only smiled at him and approached. Godfrey took a step backwards, but as he caught the whiff of the woman's scent, he stopped. She smelled like nature, every aspect of it. The warmth of the summer, the coldness of the winter. The tangy scent of autumn leaves and the fragrant smell of the flowers in the spring. He could smell every flower, every mushroom he'd ever caught a whiff on her, and so many more it made his head spin. Before he knew it, she was already directly in front of her, her slender hand gently placed on his cheek.

"Yes, child. I am the queen of the fairies. I'm so happy to see someone who loves the nature as much as you do..." she said, looking at him with her strange eyes.

"I've... I've been told not to talk with the fairies. We've been told old stories of them, and..." The boy said, blushing furiously out of embarrassment. He did not want to offend the queen, but the tales of the old told of some very malicious fair folk.

She placed her long, thing finger on his lips. "Shush. I come with no ill intent. I am simply here to reward you, child." The boy didn't resist as she gently planted a kiss on his forehead.

"A gift, my lady?" He asked. The fairy queen pulled back and smiled more warmly than ever. He felt his heart skipping a beat.

She conjured a small, golden ring from seemingly out of thing air. It was a beautiful thing: it was a reddish yellow ring, glowing like the setting sun. In it were elaborate carvings of green gem: pictures of flowers, of trees and rabbits and natural springs. To call it the single most valuable thing he had seen would not do it justice: it was quite possibly more valuable than the castle of the local baron, furnishing and everything.

The boy panicked: "I can't possibly accept this, my lady! It's far too valuable for someone like me, and I've not done anything to deserve such a thing!"

The woman's face clouded over, her smile melting away into a sorrowful frown. "You would refuse my gift, child? Is it not good enough for you?"

"No, no! If... if you truly wish to give it to me, my lady, I'll accept it..." the boy said, his heart aching at the sight of the sorrowful fairy. This made the woman smile again. She gently took his left hand and slid the finger around his pinky. He looked at it in amazement, before realizing she had said something to him.

"I... I'm sorry, my lady? What did you say?"

"I asked what were you going to give me in return, child." she said, still smiling at him.

"In return? I don't have anything to give!". He felt like he had just misunderstood something.

"Oh? Surely you have something. It is customary to return a gift with one of an equal or greater value.". She was still smiling at him, but he felt there was something dangerous in her eyes.

"Fair lady, I only have my knife, my clothes and a handful of coppers. There's nothing I own that would be nearly as valuable as your gift was."

"I understand, child. Then, as per the ancient tradition goes... you shall gift yourself to me. You belong to me now."

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You smiled as the contract was sealed and the boy's eyes glassed over. He was your property now: his heart, his mind and his body. You gave him a small kiss on his lips and commanded him to follow you.

As you led him through the forest, he followed you in a mindless trance. After a while, you arrived to the faerie spring you created and command him to undress. He obeyed with a blank look on his face, after which you gently led him in the silvery spring. He submerged himself completely, and you waited.

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The water looked more like liquid silver to him, and as he entered the spring, it clung against his skin. It was surprisingly warm and pleasant to touch, and after a few seconds of exposure his skin started to tingle.

When his head was completely covered in the bright liquid he felt his senses being overwhelmed, his mind filled with images. It felt wonderful to him: his connections with the old world were severed, replaced by magic and primal nature. He gave in to the silver, letting it gently caress his body and soul, letting it wash away all of his memories and attachments to the old life of his. The inner tranquility inside of him didn't last long. It was soon replaced with bubbling, childish joy as he felt new, simple desires flooding in. He wanted to have fun, to sleep, to eat and to fly. He wanted to play and to have sex; the two concepts were the same in his mind. After all, it was all about having fun.

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Your daughter gracefully rose to the surface after an hour had passed, still half-asleep. Her old features were still there if knew to look for them, but otherwise, she had been completely reborn. A bright yellow skin, shining a bit under the sun. Her old muscularity replaced with a mix of childishness and gracefulness. Her golden, nearly shoulder-length hair curved beautifully. She slowly opened her pupilless, green eyes, her red lips opening into a bright smile as she saw you. The ring on her finger suited her new form very well.

"Mother!" she tingled in her fairy tongue. Her yellow, simply patterned butterfly wings extended from her back as she flew over to give you a hug. You lovingly stroked your daughter's hair as she laughed out of pure joy and kissed your stomach. Kneeling down to her level, you took her to an embrace of your own, caressing her body and smelling the summer in her hair. She tingled in pleasure as you brought your finger down to her private parts and brought her to an orgasm. She lovingly returns the favour with her mouth.

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After playing with her mother, the pixie dressed herself up, conjuring up a simple green dress. She didn't feel tired, yet: there was still a plenty of energy in her, and how could she take a nap now? The forest felt familiar, but also completely new: she could feel every flower, every tree and every animal whispering to her, telling her things about drinking water with their roots and capturing insects smaller than them. Every plant was different and everything had its own story to tell. Joy bubbling inside her, she stopped near a small stream to admire herself. She was pretty and happy and the ring on her pinky, the gift from her mother, reminded the pixie that she belonged to her. The thought filled her with happiness.

After a while, she started getting sleepy and decided to take a nap under a large oak. When she woke up, she'd perhaps go talking to some flowers, or maybe go for a swim. Or perhaps she'd look for someone to play with. But planning for the future wasn't for her: she'd do what she felt like, as soon as she woke up.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:19:35 GMT

Pashaimeru:

You settled on creating a seelie pixie first. The unseelie ones were amusing, but you felt they needed a good counterpart before anything.

You created a faerie spring, deep inside a forest, using a drop of your blood. After making sure has flown and filled properly, you cast your senses around you, searching for a mortal to make your child. You find a suitable one surprisingly fast: a woodcutter's son, currently picking mushrooms in the forest, alone. His gender was of no relevance: he would gain a new body when he becomes your child. Only what was inside of his heart mattered, and you liked what you were seeing. He was an innocent dreamer, carefree and fun loving, not overly concerned with worldly responsibilities.

He had a light brown hair and blue eyes, and a strong body for a boy of his age. No doubt he had been helping his father with his profession.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Godfrey|Go for him.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie Other|No, try someone else.]]

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The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:17:45 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You settled on creating a seelie pixie first. The unseelie ones were amusing, but you felt they needed a good counterpart before anything. You created a faerie spring, deep insi…'

You settled on creating a seelie pixie first. The unseelie ones were amusing, but you felt they needed a good counterpart before anything.

You created a faerie spring, deep inside a forest, using a drop of your blood. After making sure has flown and filled properly, you cast your senses around you, searching for a mortal to make your child. You find a suitable one surprisingly fast: a woodcutter's son, currently picking mushrooms in the forest, alone. His gender was of no relevance: he would gain a new body when he becomes your child. Only what was inside of his heart mattered, and you liked what you were seeing. He was an innocent dreamer, carefree and fun loving, not overly concerned with worldly responsibilities.

He had a light brown hair and blue eyes, and a strong body for a boy of his age. No doubt he had been helping his father with his profession.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie/Godfrey|Go for him.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie/Other|No, try someone else.]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Pixie

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:16:15 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Back during the Age of Monsters, people whispered of two faerie courts: the seelie and the unseelie, both ruled by the queen of the fairies. The seelie court was the court of the…'

Back during the Age of Monsters, people whispered of two faerie courts: the seelie and the unseelie, both ruled by the queen of the fairies. The seelie court was the court of the summer, the court of the day: its members were innocent and childish, albeit selfish and prone to tricks and kidnappings. The unseelie was the court of the winter, the court of the night: the unseelie were cruel and evil who loved nothing more than causing great harm with the wicked pranks they played on innocents. The queen of the fairies herself was depicted as mighty and uncaring, neither good nor evil, letting both of the courts run free and do what they wanted.

Most of this is true. However, you were the real queen of the fairies: as the mother of monsters, you had spawned the fey in addition to all other monstrous creatures across the lands. The uncaring part was not true, and you feel quite offended that people might suggest that. In reality, you cared about your fey children a great plenty. So much, in fact, that you simply let them run amock and do whatever they pleased.

The pixies were the most common kind of a fey. They were young girls with butterfly wings, creatures of pure joy, created from mortal children entering a faerie spring; a magical pool that would transform them into one of the fair folk. Pixies had an affinity for illusions and enchantments: they could make people see things that do not exist, turn themselves invisible and charm people, making them fall in love with them.

The seelie pixies were childish creatures full of warmth and sunshine, doing nothing but playing, eating or sleeping. They tended to love humans, especially human children, and they often disguised themselves as ones to play with them. If they took a strong fancy for some child, they'd abduct them, sometimes even taking them into a faerie spring and turning them into their eternal playmates. They did not think of this as an evil fact, since they felt they were doing a favour for them.

The unseelie pixies were also childish, but much more cruel and intelligent. Not getting along very well with their seelie counterparts, they often harassed them in cruel ways. If no seelie fey were available, they turned their eyes towards human settlements, performing malicious pranks on them. They, too, abducted human children: not out of pure love, but rather for the sake of making them their slaves. A newly born unseelie pixie was completely in control of the one who had helped them being spawned. It's not that they didn't feel affection, but their innately corrupted nature made it manifest in sometimes quite horrible ways.

You always found both of the pixie-kind very amusing. Recreating both of them was an idea that interested you greatly. But where to start?

* [[The Echidna Tale/Seelie Pixie|The seelie pixie]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Unseelie Pixie|The unseelie pixie]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale/Innocent Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:14:54 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with ''''Editor's note:''' This category is basically for more light hearted stuff and "good" transformations. Less monster, more fantasy creature. That doesn't mean they can't have da…'

'''Editor's note:''' This category is basically for more light hearted stuff and "good" transformations. Less monster, more fantasy creature. That doesn't mean they can't have darker stuff, though.

The Echidna Tale/Innocent Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:13:26 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Not all of your children were completely evil by nature. Some of them were quite sweet and innocent, at least relatively speaking. The nymphs may have forcefully abducted and tak…'

Not all of your children were completely evil by nature. Some of them were quite sweet and innocent, at least relatively speaking. The nymphs may have forcefully abducted and taken mortal lovers, but they didn't do it out of malice. The pixies, at least the ones from the seelie court, were childish and innocent and had no trace of evil in their hearts; but the pranks they played tended to be dangerous quite often, and many people mixed them up with their more wicked counterparts. Despite those small things, they were often revered and loved by common folk.

You started idly pondering about the past. Why did you create children like that? Wouldn't you rather create them to be more of your own image. Something evil and cruel?

In the end, it didn't truly matter whether they were like you or not. You loved your daughters. All of them. And they loved you back. Maybe you left their hearts uncorrupted for the sake of variety, wanting a lot of different children. Maybe you did it out of curiosity. Perhaps it was a part of some old plot of yours, to trick and confuse people. Whatever the case, you wouldn't mind creating some more of them. Not all souls that belong to you have to be corrupt and evil.

What kind of a child should you spawn?

* [[The Echidna Tale/The Pixie|The Pixie]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Nymph|The Nymph]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Mermaid|The Mermaid]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Undine|The Undine]]

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The Echidna Tale

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:11:49 GMT

Pashaimeru:

Deep inside your forgotten temple, you stirred in your sleep and woke from your slumber. Stretching your currently formless body and opening your eyes for the first time in two millenniums, you spread your awareness to the outside world, inspecting and scrutinizing it, to see how it had changed.

You were the creature who brought the Age of Monsters on this world, spawning thousands of monsters. Ruling over countless realms with their help, being worshipped as a god. But with the monsters, came the heroes: the ordinary peasants, soldiers and nobles that rose up against your rightful dominion and ending the Age, two thousand years ago to the day, by sealing your form away. You swore vengeance upon them as you felt your link to this world disappearing; your greatest regret is having allowed to them die a natural death.

They had called you by many names: your lovely children simply called you "Mother". The ones who knew your identity had called you "Echidna". Most would simply call you by the form you had taken; the ignorant folk, not seeing or understanding the differences between a common monster and someone like you.

As you casted your awareness around you, you realized how long of a time has 2000 years been: iron had replaced bronze, a new god replaced the old ones. A group of what appeared to be heavily armoured soldiers were carrying large swords while riding almost equally as armoured horses. A group of peasants were accusing a woman of doing magic, instead of praising her and giving her gifts for her ability. People were drinking strange new drinks, eating strange new foods; a smith was forging a tool you've never seen before.

The more you saw, the more you liked. Magic was a taboo, most monsters considered myths, old lore forgotten. New myths had blossomed in their stead: reading people's fears, you found large amounts of possibilities, ideas for new children for you to spawn. You'd have no problems taking over this realm and subjugating its people.

There are no more monsters in this world. The thought of all your children dying saddened you, but the idea of starting over from a clean slate made you excited. What race should you create or recreate first?

* [[The Echidna Tale/Old_Children|You should recreate your old children to properly welcome you to this world.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Innocent_Children|You want some beautiful and innocent children.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/New_Children|Use their own myths against them, search their hearts for possibilities.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Undead_Children|Ruling over death would show your power: your first children should be undead.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Different_Children|Or perhaps something entirely different should be in order.]]

''Please see the [[Talk:The_Echidna_Tale|talk page]] for details if you want to contribute anything.''
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The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia Katherine/Cave

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:11:06 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You slither into the safety of the dark, dry cavern and coil up for comfort, placing your hands on your womb. The girl seems to have recovered a bit: she moves around weakly, try…'

You slither into the safety of the dark, dry cavern and coil up for comfort, placing your hands on your womb. The girl seems to have recovered a bit: she moves around weakly, trying to crawl around deep inside of you, trying to get out. You close your eyes and concentrate on feeling her movements with your hands, reading her heart with your powers. She's still like a little mouse, frightened and seeking for an exit, but you wait patiently, gently stroking your belly.

As hours pass, she starts changing. Both physically and mentally. Her purity slowly turns into vanity and lust, her fear into love towards her new mother. She seems to be relaxing peacefully as she loses her humanity, and you whisper gentle things into her welcoming heart. In a perfect synch, you both fall asleep at the same time, with a warm smile on your boths' lips.

You wake up, sensing it's time for her to be born into this world. Your muscles start pushing her outwards, and she eagerly emerges face first; her green hair, moist green lips and green, reptilian eyes staring at yours, showing deep love. Then her torso and her hands, nipples hard on her petite breasts and her nails now sharp and green. Finally, her lower body, a patternless, green snake's tail. As she grows older, the tail will become more beautiful and elaborate; as a newborn, however, it's simply plain and scaly. "Mother...!" she cries out, her voice full of joy, lust and hunger.

Without saying a word, you give her a small kiss and plant her head against your breasts. She starts suckling on them like a baby, drinking deeply as you pet her, stroking her green hair. "Drink deeply, my daughter." you say as you coil around each other and she satisfies her hunger with your breasts.

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The newborn lamia spends the next few hours with her mother, kissing and fingering her as she does the same to her. She was not a human anymore and she loved it: she was more cunning, more beautiful, more cruel now and a loyal daughter of her new mother. But she hadn't forgotten her human life. Definitely not. She remembered every time someone had wronged her, every time someone had made her feel pathetic and inferior. She was eager to taste human flesh, and she knew whom to eat first...

* [[The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia Katherine/Follow|Follow the life of your new child]]

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The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia Katherine

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:09:59 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You spent quite a bit of time simply observing her and reading her heart, getting to know your new daughter better and waiting for a moment to strike. Finally, a chance arose; sh…'

You spent quite a bit of time simply observing her and reading her heart, getting to know your new daughter better and waiting for a moment to strike. Finally, a chance arose; she was sent to bring some strong-seeming alcohol to an old tanner living away from the village, too old to make the trip alone. You took the form of a large, royally purple lamia, the one you usually adapted when you created a lamia child for yourself: you had large, plentiful breasts; a long, flowing purple hair; striking violet snake's eyes; and deep, purple lips. Your tried moving your long and strong, elaborately patterned tail and had no troubles doing so. Two thousand years of slumber didn't seem to make you any weaker. Deciding against wearing anything but simple bracelets and a golden necklace, you move to intercept the girl on her way to the old tanner's.

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Katherine was a bit annoyed. Sending her just to bring some booze to that old, lazy tanner? If he was strong enough to tan hides, he'd be strong enough to come get his own liqueur. There were no farmlands this way, so the road was empty and unused. Sure, she'd get a copper for this, but she'd have also gained the same copper for minding the store or doing something more... fun instead.

Then again, it wasn't that long of a walk. It should take her only a few hours, and maybe the tanner would give her something extra as a reward. Deciding to swallow her frustration, she continued walking along the road, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.

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Hearing her prey approaching in the distance, you decided to conceal yourself by turning invisible. You could be stealthy when you wanted to, but a form like this isn't easy to hide out in the open; while you like a good challenge, some cheating isn't always that bad.

She walked by you, not noticing a thing. With her back turned towards you, you called out to her: "Hello, girl". She turned, frightened, with her eyes big as plates. Seeing your form didn't help: she froze in place for a second like a small rodent, before turning around and attempting to run away... only to trip over your tail.

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Katherine fell to the ground, shaken and bruised. She has no idea what happened: someone called for her, and suddenly, there was a monster behind her. She tried to flee, but something tripped her over. Trying to rise on her feet again, something wraps around them, almost making her fall again. The monster let out a small laugh as it coiled around her much smaller body like a snake, your arms tightly pressed against your sides.

"L, leave me alone!" she tried, after realizing she had no way of escaping from the situation by force alone. The monster was far, far stronger than her and all of her limbs were tightly wrapped up inside the coil.

"Oh, don't be frightened. I won't eat you, my love." the monster said, taking a firm grasp of her chin and forcing her to look her directly in her eyes. She was beautiful, and scary: her reptilian violet eyes seemed amused and lusty, and the moist purple lips on her pale face were smiling at her. Her exposed breasts were only an inch away from her face, and she felt herself blushing starting at them.

"Please let me go..." she begged, turning her face from hers again out of embarrassment.

The monster didn't respond. She brought her left hand to the girl's hair, her long, purple nails stroking her hair lovingly. After a while, she forcefully made Katherine face her again and gave her a long, deep kiss.

---

"Ah- mmmh!". The girl wasn't expecting this, you could sense her surprise. She tried to resist, but you were holding her head in a firm grip: after a couple of seconds, you pulled your face away, with a thin line of saliva and poison briefly hanging between your lips.

"W, what...?", she said as the poison started taking effect. The kiss of a purple lamia is a paralyzing one: it's extremely fast-acting, and it makes the victim lose control of her body almost completely. She tried to say something, but her lips didn't move anymore, and she was left staring at your face with a shocked expression.

You gently stroked her hair a few more times, before unwrapping from around her. You let her gently rest against your tail to avoid her slumping to the ground and start undressing her, removing everything she's wearing, from her dress to her socks. Her breasts were noticeable, but definitely small; she'd grow eventually, you thought, as you brought your face to her chest and took in her scents with your serpentine tongue.

Taking a firm grip from under her armpits, you lifted her upwards to your eye level. She stared at you with an extremely frightened expression, looking ready to cry any moment. Giving her one last kiss, this time on her forehead, you gently lowered her into your vagina, legs first. She disappeared inside slowly, pulled inwards by your vaginal muscles, as you reached an orgasm.

You had found a fine cave nearby for her to make her new home in. Lazily, you started moving towards it with the girl safely in your womb, waiting to be reborn.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia Katherine/Cave|Go to the cave]]

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The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:08:43 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'After having decided the kind of a child you want for yourself, you stretched your mind across the surrounding landscape, searching for suitable mortals to make your own. You idl…'

After having decided the kind of a child you want for yourself, you stretched your mind across the surrounding landscape, searching for suitable mortals to make your own. You idly went through the hearts of the humans, reading their deepest secrets before finally finding someone who strikes your fancy: a young maiden, barely of the marrying age. She was the daughter of a shopkeeper, and while she was mostly innocent, you found some darkness in her heart: she was proud of her family's wealth and status as the owners of the village's largest store, but also envious of the fur seller's daughter, whom she perceived to be wealthier and more popular amongst the opposite sex. It was hidden, but strong enough for her to be corrupted, for the darkness to be brought to the surface.

She was dressed in a simple and comfortable but rather well-made dress, and had brown eyes and a shoulder-length brown hair. Her breasts had barely started developing, so she didn't exactly have a feminine figure yet, but she had a surpringly pretty face. She'd probably grow up to be quite beautiful, but right now she was merely still blossoming.

* [[The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia Katherine|Go for her.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia Other|No, try someone else.]]

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The Echidna Tale/The Lamia

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:06:02 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'The lamias were some of your favourite and most well-known children. A female only race of half-snakes, they were strong and prideful, seeking men and women alive to mate with an…'

The lamias were some of your favourite and most well-known children. A female only race of half-snakes, they were strong and prideful, seeking men and women alive to mate with and consume. You were especially fond of their form, and it might very well been your most famous one: despite your lack of an actual form to call your own, you were known as a snake woman amongst the foolish masses of mortals.

You had created multiple, distinct races of lamias that all differed in personality, diet and abilities. They all shared one thing all lamias were famous of: the lamia's kiss. Depending on the type of the lamia, it was either feared or revered... or both. You try to recall some of your favourite races...

The green lamias were the most prideful and cunning of them all; they dressed in the finest jewelry and silks they could get their hands on and could spend hours admiring their image from a mirror. Insulting one or making one jealous of you would be a death sentence: an angry green lamia would do anything to pay back thousandfold. Their kiss was the kiss of death: a poisonous kiss that would send her victim to a state of euphoric bliss before their life escaped their body. The green lamias believed this to be the greatest gift they could grant to humans, believing there would be no higher honour than being killed this way by them.

The red lamias were simpler and lustier. They rarely concerned themselves with jewelry or clothes of any kind, and as arguably the most naturally beautiful of all of the lamiakind, there was never a need for them either. They were known to keep people as pets before finally eating them; their kiss was the kiss of lust, and after a few kisses even the most strong-willed heroes became the willing slaves for the red lamias.

There were other kinds of lamias too...

* [[The Echidna Tale/Green Lamia|Make a cunning, proud green lamia.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Red Lamia|Create a lovely, lusty red lamia.]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale/Old Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:03:36 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with ''''Editor's note:''' This category is basically for actual, ancient monsters. Stuff you'd find in Greek, Egyptian, Roman etc myths. Just monster girlified. The exception's undead…'

'''Editor's note:''' This category is basically for actual, ancient monsters. Stuff you'd find in Greek, Egyptian, Roman etc myths. Just monster girlified. The exception's undead creatures, who got their own category. If you want to use an exotic ancient monster, like Indian or Japanese monsters? You probably oughta make your own category for 'em.

The Echidna Tale/Old Children

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 18:01:32 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'You thought back on your old children and couldn't help but to miss them. They were a product of people's imagination, quite often a mix of a human and an animal. The sailors tre…'

You thought back on your old children and couldn't help but to miss them. They were a product of people's imagination, quite often a mix of a human and an animal. The sailors trembled in terror and secret excitement when they heard stories of the sirens, the mothers took their children inside after a mere mention of the harpies. This world has all but forgotten them by now; even the rare scholars who have heard of them believe them to be mere ancient wives' tales.

The thought of this angered you. Which one of your children will you introduce to this irritating world?

* [[The Echidna Tale/The Lamia|The Lamia]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Arachne|The Arachne]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Harpy|The Harpy]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/The Siren|The Siren]]

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Talk:The Echidna Tale

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 17:57:34 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with '*'''Q: So, what is this?''' **A: It's a collection of short monster girl transformation stories/CYOAs, cleverly disguised as a single CYOA. I wanted to write transformation and c…'

*'''Q: So, what is this?'''
**A: It's a collection of short monster girl transformation stories/CYOAs, cleverly disguised as a single CYOA. I wanted to write transformation and corruption scenes, and figured that a format like this would work. And there really isn't much monster girl erotica in the internet.

*'''Q: Can I contribute?'''
**A: Naturally. Just try to keep the same style and structure.

*'''Q: Style?'''
**A: It's a fantasy setting, first of all. Try to keep it that way. Some fantasy style sciencey stuff would fit it well, but don't go putting in an alien invasion or anything. And naturally, if you're not writing a monster girl transformation story, you're doing it wrong. Content-wise, go wild: Pedophilia, guro, vore, tg transformations, all sorts of stuff like that is a-ok. But no furry. Werewolves? Go ahead. Actual anthro? Get outta here. Also, while the stories can be light or dark in the mood, try to keep parodies and plain humour stories out of here. They don't really fit in.

*'''Q: Structure?'''
**A: Like I said, it's more of a collection of stories than an actual CYOA. Here's how it works:
*** First, you select the rough genre that your monster girl would belond to. Check out the genre's discussion page for some guidelines. For example, "Undead".
*** Then, you select the monster girl you'd like. Such as "vampire".
*** Now, you can select what type of a monster girl we're talking about. Take vampires, for example: There are tons of different vampire myths. You might have a different idea of how vampires work than some other writer. So make an alernative kind of a vampire!
*** At this point, select the victim. These are transformation stories after all, so there has to be someone who's being transformed.
*** Finally, tell the actual story. You can write a linear one, or get more CYOAish by this point.
*** The victim's transformed, and the story ends. If you want to continue the story further from here, then switch the main character from the Echidna to the victim.

*'''Q: God, why so rigid?'''
**A: Yeah, sorry. I wanted to give the CYOA some kind of a backdrop, but still make it work as a collection of shorter stories. The basic structure's there so people can just pick the story they want to see easily, pretty much.

The Echidna Tale

Pashaimeru — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 17:38:19 GMT

Pashaimeru: Created page with 'Deep inside your forgotten temple, you stirred in your sleep and woke from your slumber. Stretching your currently formless body and opening your eyes for the first time in two m…'

Deep inside your forgotten temple, you stirred in your sleep and woke from your slumber. Stretching your currently formless body and opening your eyes for the first time in two millenniums, you spread your awareness to the outside world, inspecting and scrutinizing it, to see how it had changed.

You were the creature who brought the Age of Monsters on this world, spawning thousands of monsters. Ruling over countless realms with their help, being worshipped as a god. But with the monsters, came the heroes: the ordinary peasants, soldiers and nobles that rose up against your rightful dominion and ending the Age, two thousand years ago to the day, by sealing your form away. You swore vengeance upon them as you felt your link to this world disappearing; your greatest regret is having allowed to them die a natural death.

They had called you by many names: your lovely children simply called you "Mother". The ones who knew your identity had called you "Echidna". Most would simply call you by the form you had taken; the ignorant folk, not seeing or understanding the differences between a common monster and someone like you.

As you casted your awareness around you, you realized how long of a time has 2000 years been: iron had replaced bronze, a new god replaced the old ones. A group of what appeared to be heavily armoured soldiers were carrying large swords while riding almost equally as armoured horses. A group of peasants were accusing a woman of doing magic, instead of praising her and giving her gifts for her ability. People were drinking strange new drinks, eating strange new foods; a smith was forging a tool you've never seen before.

The more you saw, the more you liked. Magic was a taboo, most monsters considered myths, old lore forgotten. New myths had blossomed in their stead: reading people's fears, you found large amounts of possibilities, ideas for new children for you to spawn. You'd have no problems taking over this realm and subjugating its people.

There are no more monsters in this world. The thought of all your children dying saddened you, but the idea of starting over from a clean slate made you excited. What race should you create or recreate first?

* [[The Echidna Tale/Old_Children|You should recreate your old children to properly welcome you to this world.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Innocent_Children|You want some beautiful and innocent children.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/New_Children|Use their own myths against them, search their hearts for possibilities.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Undead_Children|Ruling over death would show your power: your first children should be undead.]]
* [[The Echidna Tale/Different_Children|Or perhaps something entirely different should be in order.]]

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