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#VividShadows Day 30: Hex

A Hex Maniac has developed a spell that transforms people into sexualized Pokemon hybrids, and has just found her newest test subject.

Features: Monstergirls (Spider-taur and serpentine mermaid), hyper breast/balls/cock, hyper growth, F/F sex.

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Day 30 – Hex Arachna sometimes wondered if her opponents lost to her on purpose, with how easy winning had become lately. The gothic hex maniac certainly cut a striking figure with her massive, gown straining breasts and the distinctly phallic shape straining against the folds of her skirt. Not to mention that all that rested atop the body of a giant, shiny Ariados, her pink and blacked arachnid abdomen held up by two sets of thin, chitinous legs covered in bands of yellow and blue. It made sense that when they learned the price of losing was to be made into a being like her would want to throw the battle on purpose—especially when she sent out her Pokemon and they got to see even more of her masterpieces. Of course it could simply be that Arachna’s team had grown so strong from her previous “prizes” that even the trainers skilled enough to reach the depths of the cave she had made her temporary haunt were no match for her anymore. She was certainly far more formidable now than when she was a mere gym trainer, playing the role of a minion to be struck down on another’s path to glory. At least helping Olympia with with the grand illusions within the Anistar gym had helped her develop the magical prowess that she now so freely made use of. In her self aggrandizing Arachna had almost completely forgotten about the defeated ace trainer still dramatically fallen to the ground in defeat, a woman by the name of Jennifer. If she truly wanted to there was a chance she could have slipped away as the creepy woman muttered to herself. After seeing the hex maniac’s team however, made up entirely of Pokemon that had clearly once been human—with giant tits and thick cocks all—she realized she had never wanted anything more in her life. Even if she had come out victorious she almost certainly would still be crawling up to kiss her opponent’s cock through the thick, black dress she wore. Seeing her victim so willing sent Arachna’s blood boiling. She scooped Jessica up to smother the ace trainer in her breasts, sprays of milk soaking through to make wet spots on her chest. Her cock slipped beneath her lover’s mini-skirt and ground against her ass, staining her panties with pre. After a while of this she flipped Jessica upside down and used her front legs to shove the woman’s face into her churning balls, cock slipping under her shirt to rub between her tits. Jessica, for her part, had already thought herself as aroused as she could possibly be, only to be proven wrong by Arachna’s sudden and intense foreplay. Even without her lover’s forceful hand she probably would have started huffing the musky ballsack before her, large enough that she could bury her face deeply within it. She was delighted as well when her hands found a dripping slit nestled behind the balls they were fondling, though she wasn’t sure if it was because she would still be able to get fucked by this magnificent cock after she transformed or if her lover had a hole for her to fuck with the cock she was hopefully about to grow. Feeling properly worked up, Arachna pulled Jessica away and crouched down low on her arachnid legs, setting the ace trainer down so that they were almost eye-level before pressing her cock into the woman’s face. Jessica’s mouth was far to small to properly take her cock (for now at least) but the human could still suck upon the tip and drink down the stream of corruptive pre. She didn’t necessarily need to transmit her magic through her cum and breast milk, but it was by far the most fun way to do so. All that was left was to watch and see what form the trainer would take. As Jessica slurped at the girthy cock head her hands were stroking along the shaft. She greedily drank down the growing flow of pre-cum, her mouth filling with the expected salty taste, but also a hint of sweetness, like biting into a ripe Micle berry. She could already feel her lover’s supernatural powers filling her as her nose pushed out into a short, tan muzzle. It didn’t take long before Jessica realized exactly what she was turning into, her blowjob growing all the more frantic in an effort to speed up her transformation into her favourite Pokemon—Milotic. Her growing muzzle certainly helped, letting her fit more of the intoxicating shaft into her. Her eyebrows grew out into the water-types iconic, hair-like fins (though her’s were green instead of red, matching the hair on her head) and her lashes became the pink antennae she had learned were extremely sensitive soon after her Feebas evolved. Each change only spurned on her lust, which in turn sped up her changes even more. She desperately wanted to spare a hand to rub her soaking crotch, but that would mean potentially slowing the flow of life-changing magic she so desperately needed right now. Arachna watched as the plain, boring human in front of her evolved into a magnificent hybrid. She did her best to milk her breasts through her dress to splash against Jessica’s legs and speed their transformation into a singular mosaic-patterned tail, a fan of sparkling fins bursting from it’s tip. The woman’s body narrowed and lengthen, her still mostly human torso and neck becoming serpentine and allowing her to take more of Arachna’s cock. Jessica felt Arachna’s climax mere moments before it came, a massive load of cum blasting into her stomach only to be absorbed as fuel to finish her changes. A climax of her own wracked her body the same moment her breasts shredded her undershirt and bra as they became giant, sloshing pumpkaboos with thick, dripping teats. Widening hips broke free of her mini-skirt, baring her dripping slit to the world for a few moments before it was covered by a growing ballsack and girthy cock. One last surge of growth across her body ensured that even among the fairly large species she had in part become, she would be a particularly gigantic example. As Arachna looked down at another of her wonderful creation she couldn’t help but feel proud. So beautiful was the Milotic woman that she was tempted to add Jessica to her team, even if it meant saying goodbye to one of her amazing companions. That was a decision for later however. She tossed out her six pokeballs, a proper harem of stacked, dual-sexed poke-woman emerging to surround their newly transformed sister. For now she and her team would show Jessica all the wonderful ways she could enjoy her new body.
October 30, 2026 at 9:22 PM
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#VividShadows Day 29 - Tlahuelpuchi

In the past non-humans were treated as monsters, but in the far more open-minded times of the present a woman finds herself living a life of true fulfilment.

Features: Monstergirls, body modularity/NBM, blood drinking, and F/F sex.

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Day 29 – Tlahuelpuchi For all of the many issues plaguing the world—past, present, and inevitably future—Quetzalli was glad to have been born into the modern era. Even just a hundred years ago a Tlahuelpuchi (a non-human species she is often—reluctantly—forced to describe as “like a vampire, but...” for people) such as herself would be living a life of secrecy and murder, hidden shamefully by her family while she stalks the night for prey. These days however she was able to live out in the open and find community and companionship among other non-humans like herself. Companionship in this case meaning a hot, transgender snake wife that was, ironically considering Quetzalli’s name, descended from Quetzalcoatl. She had met Solana in a group chat and they bonded over the shared difficulties of having wing-arms in a word designed for people with opposable thumbs, with things developing smoothly from there. For close to ten years now Quetzalli had spent her nights wrapped in her wife’s feathery coils, a life neither of them would have been able to share until relatively recently in history. As a hematophage Quetzalli was given a regular supply of blood bags, and could buy iron-fortified tomato juice to tide her over. As much as living off Solana’s delicious blood would have been ideal, feeding on someone more than once every few weeks, even someone as large as her wife, was considered too dangerous and she could get in trouble if she did it. Which was a shame considering that, as much as it caused political issues for blood-drinkers like herself, fresh blood tasted so much better than bagged. Thankfully Quetzalli’s wonderful wife was more than happy with her “supplementing” her diet—so long as she gave all the juicy details after. Another amazing thing about modern life: all you needed to do was make a post online and you would have dozens of willing prey begging you to feed from them. Tonight she had found a pretty young woman living in the dorms at the local college that seemed eager, but not too eager—she had run into plenty of vampire chasers in her time. Quetzalli slid open the balcony door and summoned the magic inside her. A thin seam circled her waist right above her belly-button that let her upper half separate and take off, her legs left behind as she flew over to her destination. Thankfully she found her chosen donor waiting to let her in, still a bit surprised at the fact a torso was all that came despite Quetzalli mentioning her abilities before. Never wanting to simply bite and run, Quetzalli took some time to chat with the woman, a human named Annabelle. Thankfully she seemed pretty normal. As normal as someone that willingly volunteered to have her blood drank could be at least. Quetzalli did notice a flicker of disappointment when she mentioned she wasn’t infectious, but if she turned down anyone who fantasized about being turned into a vampire she would be drinking government blood and her wife exclusively. There was also a brief moment of embarrassment when one of Annabelle’s dorm mates came in and she had to explain why a disembodied torso was on their couch that was followed by a quick relocation to her bedroom. Just as they were both getting in the mood to begin, Quetzalli felt the brush of feathers against her hips as her lower half (which she could feel but not move when she was separated) was cradled against her wife’s chest. “What is it?” asked Annabelle when Quetzalli twitched at the unexpected contact. “My wife got home early and found my lower half.” “You said she was ok with this though.” Annabelle’s tone was a little sharp, something that made Quetzalli respect her a bit more than she already did. “Nononono, it’s not that don’t worry. What I mean is this is about to become a three-way, unless you want to hand me my phone and ask her to stop.” Quetzalli nodded towards her purse on the nightstand. Annabelle didn’t think for very long before replying, “Me and another girl I’ve never met sharing you from kilometres away? No, that's actually hot as fuck.” “Good, I’m not sure she would have stopped anyways—she finished recovering from her bottom surgery recently and has been really frisky because of it.” Quetzalli wrapped her wings around Annabelle and pulled her into a kiss, making sure to nibble on the other woman’s lips a little bit. As this was happening she felt her legs get tossed onto the bed back at home, a forked tongue teasing along her slit. Hands groped her breasts at the same time wings rubbed against her butt, all while she was being kissed on both sets of lips at the same time. It was getting more difficult for Quetzalli to not just chomp down on Annabelle as her wife wrapped her legs together and started tail-fucking her. As much as she knew the desperate blood-bag most likely wouldn’t mind such a quick and aggressive feeding, she preferred to take things slow and really enjoy their time together—Annabelle wouldn’t have the energy for sex afterwards. She slid her torso down and nibbled on Annabelle’s nipples, a feathery hand dusting at the woman’s soaking crotch. Quetzalli could feel the anticipation building in her willing prey as she teased her. Annabelle’s body started shaking as she was edged for minutes on end. Then, with a sudden twist, Quetzalli rolled the both of them over so she was on top and slowly pulled herself up the human’s body, her teeth dragging along supple flesh until she was at Annabelle’s shoulder. As she did this she could feel the soft rubber of a double-ended dildo at her entrance, her wife getting ready to pound her disconnected ass doggy-style. “Are you ready dear?” Quetzalli hissed into Annabelle’s ear, “We Tlahuelpuchi don’t leave nice, clean bite-marks like vampires do. Are you okay with that? Chances are you won’t be able to hide the marks easily, people will know your nothing but a walking sack of blood ripe for the taking.” “Do it! Drink from me!” Annabelle screamed, far too loudly to not be heard through the walls. Quetzalli sank her teeth into Annabelle’s shoulder at the same instant Solana sank the dildo into her slit, the rush of mouth-watering blood on her tongue only intensifying her orgasm—one it seemed she was sharing with her succulent blood-bag. She drank deep of the woman’s life, doing her best to make sure she didn’t let her bleed too much. Through her post-orgasmic haze Quetzalli made sure to grab the roll of gauze she had prepared, covering the vicious-looking wound despite her lack of dexterity. It wasn’t perfect, but it would stop Annabelle losing more blood. They could always re-tie it in the morning. For now Quetzalli was content to let both halves of herself cuddle up, one pressed into the warm chest of a human and the other wrapped in the feathered coils of her wife, still pounding away at her.
October 29, 2026 at 10:14 PM
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#VividShadows Day 28 - Fusion

A princess is given an offer by her dragon lover, one that will change her life forever.

Features: Multi-head Conjoinment, Feral Dragon, F/F sex, Macrophillia, girldick, breast growth, and a bit of body part TF teasing.

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Day 28 – Fusion Princess Grace Primrose VI cried out in ecstasy as she rode the massive tongue, its rough texture sliding across her folds to perfectly stimulate her. As she slowly worked herself the her third climax the tongue retracted itself back towards the cavern-filling dragon it had emerged from. She wrapped the black and gold scaled snout of the beast in a loving embrace as she shuddered in orgasm, her lover leaning over so she could delicately fall back down to the silken bed resting atop a floor-covering hoard of jewels. After being kidnapped by the dragon, the dread wyrm Nylvanframat, almost a decade ago at this point, Grace had formed a connection over the months it took for her greedy tyrant of a father to pay her ransom. At first they were mere business partners, staging further kidnappings to extort more money that was in part sent to the growing rebellion. Over the many months the princess spent with Nyl however the pair grew first into friends and then, swiftly, lovers. There were some obvious logistical problems to be solved when having sex with a dragoness so big her fangs are taller than you, but the couple had plenty of time to discover solutions. Often involving them taking turns pleasuring one another with whatever parts were remotely compatible. Rather than turn around so that Grace could pleasure her dual-sexed rear however, Nyl looked down at the princess and cleared her throat. “My sweet dove. I have a question for you.” “Oh?” Grace cocked her head, it was rare to see Nyl so flustered. “I know you have said many times that I cannot simply crush your bastard father, that there are dozens of complex political reasons that it wouldn’t work... But what if I found a way to make it more simple?” “What do you mean?” Nyl reached over into her hoard and pulled out a huge gem. It pulsed with pink light that almost seemed to draw her in the closer Grace got. When she reached out to touch the enthralling gem however, Nyl pulled it away. “This gem is capable of fusing the essences of any two people who touch it. A random dragon destroying the castle wouldn’t solve your problems, but what if the crown princess did it?” Nyl held out the gem again, the offer obvious. Truthfully Grace wasn’t all that sure Nyl’s plan was all that sound, but the idea of “fusing her essence” with the dragoness made her salivate. She wasn’t sure how Nyl would define their relationship, but she truly loved her. Besides, it surely couldn’t hurt her coup if she became one with the dragoness. Her hand slowly reached out to touch the gem. A crackle of pink lighting zapped both of them. Grace felt herself grow wetter than she ever had before and she could practically smell both of Nyl’s sexes drooling with need. Both princess and dragon crawled forwards so that Grace could kiss the tip of Nyl’s member, a single drop of her boiling seed filling her mouth instantly. Desiring more contact however, Nyl thrust her cock forwards, smothering the princess beneath it. As Grace hugged, kissed, and ground herself against the cock atop her, her lover’s musk suffusing every inch of her body, she began to feel herself sink into Nyl’s flesh. After so many years of fantasizing about taking this cock within herself, perhaps it was only appropriate that it would take her within itself and deliver her very being into the woman she desired for so long. As she became one with Nyl she began to feel her own body as it rubbing across the dragoness’s cock, a cock that would soon be hers in part. Her final cry of pleasure as a human mixed with Nyl’s roar of climax, her cock blasting the bed below with seed as the princess that once slept in it was fully absorbed by cockflesh. Nyl shuddered as she felt Grace’s essence suffuse her body. Like a curious animal scoping out unfamiliar territory the (former) human explored every inch of the body she was about to make home within. Even though she couldn’t hear her lover’s words, Nyl could tell as Grace teased her. The princess’s essence pooled in her churning balls, forcing her to imagine what would happen if Grace chose to settle there and spend her life as a living cumtank? What if she instead became the dragon’s nether lips, at last big enough to take the dragoness’s length but now forever out of it’s reach. How about a tongue? Grace had spent many long nights curled inside Nyl’s mouth already, why not make that her permanent home? After what felt like an eternity of wondrous and sexy possibility however, Grace relented her teasing and moved to the dragoness’s shoulders. Nyl watched as her head shifted to one side, making room to share with the new head growing from her body. As it formed she could already tell it was Grace. Its narrow snout mirrored the princess’s slender face, its eyes were the same shade of glittering emerald, even the way it’s scales were more gold than black resembled the blonde locks her lover had borne. A new head was not the only thing the human’s essence was granting her however, as Nyl learned when Grace took control of one of her—now their—forelegs and began groping one of the burgeoning breasts upon their chest. As a dragon she had never particularly desired breasts, but as her bodymate played with the swelling jugs she couldn’t find it in her to protest and instead rolled them unto their back so that she could use the other foreleg to play with the neglected tit. From there the newly conjoined pair devolved into hours of relentless masturbation-sex. Their tail thrusting into their neglected pussy as Grace learned that her neck was long enough to allow her to as last give a proper blowjob to Nyl’s cock—one made all the better by the fact it was now her own cock as well. For now any concerns towards the political plans they had used as an excuse to become truly one were forgotten as they familiarized themselves with what would be their life going forwards.
October 28, 2026 at 9:12 PM
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#VividShadows Day 27: Houdou

Trapped within a burning building, a woman's supernatural blood awakens to save her life.

Features: Anthro TF, growth, and brief descriptions of blood and death (but nothing too intense).

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Day 27 – Houdou Nuan had long assumed her father was dealing with the triads. It was fairly obvious from the way he would so often come back late looking shaken but also never wanting to talk about work. It also explained why he never told her what happened to her mother, even when she became an adult and why he always told her to focus on her studies, get a better education then he did so she could make an honest living. Despite knowing her father was in with shady crowds however, she was still shocked when she returned from university one day to find their house engulfed in flames. Without even thinking Nuan dashed into the building, hoping that she wasn’t too late. She covered her mouth with her shirt and ducked as low as she could as she made way to her father’s study. When she crashed through the door however she found him laying in a pool of his own blood. She rushed to his side and cradled him, one hand desperately trying to plug the bullet wound in his chest. “It is no use Nuan.” His weak voice somehow reached her ears over the cracking flames. “Don’t say that! You’ll make it, you have to!” Even Nuan didn’t believe herself. “Listen to me. While I still can. There is something I need to tell you...” Nuan leaned in close, eyes tearing up, desperate to hear her father’s final words, “Your mother... She was not... of this world. We wanted you to have a normal life, that is why she left. Please, for both our sakes. Run away, forget about your foolish father and...” before he could finish Nuan felt his body go limp in his arms. Tears streamed down Nuan’s face, a howl of anguish filling the room. She knew there was no time to grieve. The sounds of popping wood and collapsing walls only growing louder by the second. If she wanted to honour her father’s last words she needed to run. Unfortunately every path she tried to take out had collapsed into a blistering wall of flame. She dashed around as the flames licked at her heels and sweat poured down her body until what little luck she had left at last ran out and a flaming beam fell on top of her. An intense pain exploded from Nuan’s legs as they were crushed by the beam. She couldn’t even think. Her mind desperately tried to shut down, to spare her from feeling her mangled legs and the inevitable burning as the flames spread to her clothes. She internally despaired that she had already failed her father’s wish. She would die here, whether from burning to ash or choking on smoke. Yet even as her clothes caught fire her skin stayed pristine. She hadn’t realized it at first because of the pain from her legs but she wasn’t burning. Even as the flames closed in and her lungs filled with smoke she only felt a little warm. If anything she was starting to feel... invigorated? At first Nuan thought it was just a second wind, or maybe a smoke-induced hallucination. When she felt her legs cracking back together however she started to lean towards the latter. A surge of strength rocked her body and she gasped in a lungful of smoke that somehow filled her with even more energy. She didn’t understand what was happening, but if it meant she could make it out of here alive then she could wait to question it. Nuan inhaled a lungful of smoke and flames. A supernatural strength filled her limbs as she heaved the charred beam off of her fully healed legs. When she stood up she was at least a full foot taller, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. Not when she felt so good right now. With every breath Nuan felt herself change. The hair on her arms grew thicker and longer, becoming an ashen pelt. A shower of burning debris slid harmlessly off her as she stomped down the halls. She tore through the debris blocking her way out with fierce claws, the flames and ash only filling her with more power. Making her change faster. Fur swept across Nuan’s body. Her legs stretched out into massive paws. Ears moved up into her hairline as they became pointed and a tail slipped out of her rear. Her face stretched into a muzzle that began to exhale thick smoke. Just before her breasts were overtaken by her barrelling chest they doubled in size, a line of vestigial nipples running down her torso. When she crashed out of the back door to her house Nuan was no longer human. The towering, black-furred wolf woman casually swatted aside the triad members waiting outside. She loosed a belch of flame from her mouth to send them scrambling back to their car. There was a pull within her to chase them, hunt them down and turn them to ash. But she thought better of it. She could hear sirens approaching and imagined the police wouldn’t be willing to hear her out right now. Dropping to all fours, Nuan dashed through the alleyways. She wasn’t sure what had happened, why she had transformed, but she felt amazing—more powerful than she ever had before. Any worries about being able to return to her life were far from her mind right now however. All she could think about was her father’s body burning in the ruins of her house. She knew it wouldn’t be what her father wanted, but she couldn’t help but picture the triads burning too. Burning in her flames of vengeance.
October 27, 2026 at 9:18 PM
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#VividShadows Days 31+32: Hippocamp+Rebirth

A man with memories of his past life as a scumbag pickup artist finds joy in his current life as a happily married hero adventurer.

Features: Harpy and Hippocampus-taur, trans man/dual-sexed woman sex, Mpreg, pregnant sex, horsecock.

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October 31, 2026 at 9:05 PM
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#VividShadows Day 26: Celestial

A nature goddess finds herself fading away as humanity industrialized the planet, and makes a desperate play with one of her few remaining followers to grant her the power to protect the shrinking wilds.

Features: Monstergirl TF (chimera), girldick.

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Day 26: Celestial As a goddess Wyld’s power was almost entirely fuelled by faith, her worshipper's prayers granting her strength with which she could exercise her domains. With her primary domain being over nature however, she had found her might waning as humans developed. Tribes of people living off the land turned into villages which in turn became cities and then bustling metropolises. With each bit of progress the fruits of the nature became less important and the dangers of the wild beasts less terrible. One need not pray to her for a safe journey when no true wilderness lay between them and their destination. Even the people who had rejected the creeping expansion of civilization found themselves absorbed—willingly or not—by the pouring of concrete and hammering of beams. Wyld was left with precious few followers, hermits and hunters mostly, and many of those only knew to pray to her because she was mercifully remembered by historians. Of course her fading power meant that she could do little to actually answer these prayers, which in turn led to people quickly deeming them unnecessary. She knew it was only a matter of time before she lacked the faith to maintain her existence. As she slowly faded, desperately seeking whatever pockets of worship she could, that Wyld stumbled upon a crude shrine inside a city park, a single woman knelt before it muttering a prayer. The goddess didn’t know why a lone human was praying to her—the woman’s words were simply a (slightly wrong) traditional prayer she must have gotten from a history book—and technically a park such as this one was the realm of the goddess of agriculture anyways, but the earnestness was touching. After another few minutes of prayer the woman left, but Wyld decided to stay. There were few places left for her to go, and this was far from the worst place she might find herself fading. The woman, who Wyld eventually learned was named Ruby, returned almost every day. The goddess also discovered that the purpose of Ruby’s prayers was to help protect the many endangered plants and animals—a fact the human cared deeply about as a studying zoologist. There was a deep pain felt by Wyld at the reminder of how powerless she had become. In the distant past she had been able to protect her precious wilderness from reckless human greed, but now entire species had faded into nothing, remembered only by the same humans that ended them with dozens more on the same path. Hearing Ruby’s continued despair for Wyld’s domain lit a spark of indignant rage within the goddess, the likes of which she hadn’t been able to muster in millennia. She lacked the power to do anything to stop this currently. But there was a way to gain the power she needed. It very well might trigger a godswar, but at the moment she found it hard to care. One night, a few months after she first took residence at the shrine, Wyld followed after Ruby as she left. The goddess's incorporeal divine essence waited as the human went about her day before at last going to bed. Wyld slipped into her worshipper's dream, appearing before Ruby as a towering tiger. “My dear faithful, you who make offering to me even as I fail you day after day, I appear before you now with an offer. One that might give me the strength to save the nature we both love so much.” At first Ruby seemed confused, even a little scared. It had been centuries since the divine last spoke directly with an individual like this. She eventually collected herself however and replied, “How might I serve you, goddess?” “Allow me to infuse your mortal flesh and become my avatar. Let us become as one so that humanity might relearn reverence for the wild. I warn you however that this process is irreversible and part of you will be lost to make room for me within. If you refuse I will hold no ill towards you, but know that this is the only way I might regain my power.” “Of course I accept! I shall gladly pay any cost to save even a single species from extinction!” Without another word Wyld dug herself into Ruby’s body filling her mortal shell with her divinity. Ruby shot up from her bed as she felt her mind being overtaken by the goddess. She could feel her pain at being forgotten by the world, the sorrow as she watched her domain shrink day after day while she was left powerless to stop it. Wyld in turn felt Ruby’s far more mortal anxieties about her transition and classes. Their minds found unity however in the burning rage they felt towards the way civilization was turning a blind eye to the destruction of nature. The newly formed avatar burst out of her pyjamas as her head shot towards the ceiling. Lean muscles swelled under her skin, as divine power filled her body. Her back was covered in tiger fur as her teeth and nails grew into ferocious weapons. Her feet became cloven gazelle hooves with her legs shifting stances to match as brown and white fur spread up them. A scaly tail slithered out of her rear, tip growing into the hissing head of a snake that found itself being wrapped around her growing cock. She groped her breasts as they swelled beneath her claws, the part of her that had always hated her flat chest celebrating as a crashing orgasm signalled that her form was completed. Ruby Wyld, a name the gestalt being decided would serve for now, could feel her divine might had grown through her creation. But it was still nowhere near enough to protect her precious nature. Now however her existence could not be ignored. She could use her mortal shell to recruit followers, and grow her might. Perhaps she would even bless them with chimerical bodies like her own. If humanity would reject the wild, then she would gladly make the wild a part of humanity.
October 26, 2026 at 9:05 PM
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#VividShadows Day 25: Minimum Wage

A convenience store cashier has her shift interrupted by a man having the craziest night of his life.

Features: Monstergirl TF (Mermaid), MtF TFTG.

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Day 25 – Minimum Wage Olivia found the graveyard shifts both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because there was basically no customers, leaving her to spend most of her shift on her phone between doing the minimal maintenance the tiny store required. The curse was that whenever there was a customer they were all but guaranteed to be a freak, and not the cool kind of freak either. There weren’t many good reasons to come into a tiny roadside convenience store at one in the morning. That was to say it didn’t shock Olivia when her first customer of the night was a guy stumbling through the door looking like he had ten too many drinks. His T-shirt and shorts were covered in sand and he stank of alcohol and seaweed. There was a beach not to far away and dumb collage bros would often have parties on the sand before coming in to make Olivia’s life hell for thirty minutes. “Are you okay sir?” Olivia asked, as much as she didn’t really want to. She wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or annoyed when he ignored her as he staggered to the chip racks. Olivia watched him like a hawk, making sure he didn’t slip anything into his pocket and try to walk out with it. She was really annoyed at how much sand his shirt was shedding, meaning she was definitely going to have to sweep the whole store once he was gone. Eventually she started noticing something weird however. His frame didn’t seem quite as built as before, his once fairly tight shirt now hanging over his waistband. The short mop of hair he had when coming in looked a little longer and tidier. Maybe even a little bluer? Now that she was looking for them Olivia started noticing more of the customer’s changes. She watched as his arms slimmed down, how his face was subtly shifting to make him look more like a woman, and that his hair really was turning blue as it grew down his back. Should she say anything? Olivia couldn’t tell if he didn’t notice he was turning into a living transition timeline or if he simply didn’t care. Her general motto for weirdos was “not my problem just ring them through and get them out of here” but this was maybe a little beyond that. This decision ended up being made for Olivia however when the guy looked down and saw his pecs were becoming much softer and rounder before running off into the bathroom, his chips and beef jerky abandoned next to the coffee machine. She could hear him loudly talking to himself for a bit, though the words were too muffled to make out, before she heard a high-pitched yelp and the sound of a body wetly slapping against the floor. As much as she really did not want to make this her problem, Olivia still found herself making her way over to the bathroom, hoping he hadn’t cracked his head open on the counter. In the man’s haste it seemed like he had forgotten to even lock the door. She nervously pulled the door open and found a sight far more shocking then she had even expected. Very little of the man that entered the store was left now, on the outside at least. His hair was a cascading wave of ocean blue that pooled on the floor below him. The unshaven stubble had fallen away to reveal a cute, feminine face with massive turquoise eyes. A pair of ridiculously large breasts adorned his chest, which he tried in vain to cover with his delicate arms, incidentally showing off his glittering fingernails. That wasn’t the shocking part however, it was what was happening below his waist. The man’s legs were knitting together, their skin turning glistening shades of blue. This singular appendage grew longer and flatter, forcing Olivia to step aside as it started to fill the tiny bathroom. Meter after meter of what she eventually realized was a massive eel tail stretched around the walls until it was at least ten times as long as Olivia was tall. Both Olivia and the transformed man simply stood there in silence for a moment, neither able to make sense of what they were seeing. Eventually Olivia managed to get herself together enough to offer a hand to the eel(mermaid?) sitting on the floor, “Uh... Need a hand?” “Y-yeah...” Thankfully despite his (Her? Their? Olivia might want to double check), size the eel-mermaid wasn’t all that heavy and Olivia was able to lift them up and led her shoulder as they slithered over to the back office. She cringed a little when she realized their slimy skin meant she was probably gonna want to scrub the chair down before the morning shift got here, but at least there was room for their tail to stretch out a bit. After Olivia got them a spare work shirt to cover up with she decided to ask them if they had any idea what happened. Thankfully, whether because of the shock or their greatly increased body mass, they had sobered up enough to talk mostly coherently. “Well-” they cut himself off at the high and soft voice that came out of their mouth. When they started speaking again it was clear they were trying, and failing, to sound deeper, “Well me and my buds were partying on the beach. Then Bret, my best bud, pulls out this huge jug and talks about he found a bunch of these crazy looking energy drinks frozen in the basement freezer of his house. He mixed a bunch of them all into a big slurry with some vodka to make jungle juice. We all got sloshed and I decided that I wanted some munchies, then I came here and, well you know the rest.” “So chances are there are several more drunk assholes transforming on the beach right now?” They blinked a few times as their still addled brain slowly made the connection. “OH SHIT! BRET!” They tried to squirm out of the chair, but hadn't quite figured out how to support themselves with their long, thin body and fell forwards into Olivia. As they both flailed about on the floor the doorbell chimed and the sound of hooves against the tiles filled the store. “Hey Chet! You still in here? Were gonna need a lot more chips!” Came a distinctly womanly voice from the door.
October 25, 2026 at 10:19 PM
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#VividShadows Day 24: Piercings

A woman turns to body-mods to give herself more space for piercings and tattoos, and finds adding more to herself a form of self expression all its own.

Features: Multi arm/leg/breast/head/cock, girldick, dicknipples.

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Day 24 – Piercing I still remember when I got my first piercing. It was at a slumber party when I was thirteen and involved a sewing needle, a bottle of peroxide, and a lot of paper towels. It was just a simple stub my friend had stolen from her mom’s jewellery box, but I never forgot how good I thought the glittering silver looked against my dark skin. My parents didn’t particularly care for my growing infatuation with piercings, but once I was off to college I was free to go hog-wild. By the time I had my degree I had a hoop and a stud in each lobe, two helix rings, seven barbells through my eyebrows, a septum ring, four lip rings, a tongue stud, and even a ring in both my nipples with a chain between them. It didn’t stop at piercings either, I had a collection of rings, necklaces, chokers, and bracelets that helped ensure I would set off every metal detector in a hundred meter radius and tattoos covering both arms and a good chunk of my back. My body was a canvas and jewellery and ink were my brushes. However it was a canvas that was woefully limited on space. I could fit a few more piercings in my ears and I was still undecided on getting my labia or maybe even my clit pierced, but there wasn’t many more places I really wanted to add to. I was pretty satisfied with how I looked, but couldn’t help but feel the desire for more. When a body mod clinic opened nearby I finally realized what I wanted. If I was happy with how my current body looked, I would give myself more body. I started out small, just a pair of long, pointed elf ears to see how I felt. The sight of them covered in a dozens of studs and rings made me feel the exact same way I had all those years ago. This was exactly what I needed. Less than a week later I got myself a pair of horns that I wasted no time in covering in rings and studs. Not long after that I gave myself a third breast that I put a barbell in. It certainly put a dent in my finances each time, especially since I was still paying down my student loan but when I looked at myself in the mirror after each session I couldn’t find it in me to regret my choice. Soon most of my disposable income was going to giving myself new parts and jewellery to decorate them with. I got a second set of ears, another tongue, and even a third eye so I could pierce it’s brow. I saved up for six months to give myself another pair of arms to cover in full sleeve tattoos. I felt amazing, every new part of me was felt perfect, like I was achieving my true form. The only thing holding me back at this point was money. Little did I know, that problem would soon be taken care of. It started got a text from one of my semi-regular hookups, a cute little woman named Tabitha, asking if I was free anytime soon. The person waiting for me however was a towing goddess of lust. She had apparently done a charity drive where they pumped her full of mods and had gotten a massive paycheck out of it. I had mentioned my desire for more mods the last few times we chatted and she wanted to give me enough money to make my dreams come true. So after a night of the best sex in my life I had my student loan paid off in full and almost ten thousand dollars to spend as I wished. With nothing in my way anymore I went absolutely hog-wild. Less than six hours after I woke up the next morning I had a freshly grown cock that I wasted no time covering in barbells. The next day I got two more breasts right below my other three. The day after that I had turned myself into a human-taur, giving me whole extra torso to cover in ink, and another cock to pierce. After that there was no hope for me. I was already constantly thinking about new mods I wanted and with my money issues no longer there to stop me there was nothing preventing me from immediately running to the nearest clinic, followed right after by a visit to the piercing shop or tattoo parlour. My three breasts became five, my two horns became a full crown, I grew my ears so they could fit three times as many piercings. I could feel in real time as my desires grew wilder. Soon my upper three tits had four nipples so more chains could criss-cross them and my lower two pairs had cocks for me to cover in more barbells. The one dick in each of my crotches became three, four arms became eight, I even got a second head that I decorated completely differently to my original one. Every time I looked in the mirror I saw myself getting more beautiful, but also couldn’t help but think of more ways to improve myself. I had always turned heads, but now I drew crowds. People would stop to look at me, take pictures. The more confident would ask me about my mods and the even more confident would follow up by asking for my number. Sometimes I would run into a fellow mod beast and would walk away with a new friend and another dozen ideas to consider for my next trip to the clinic My body was a canvas and I was painting my ever evolving masterpiece.
October 24, 2026 at 9:30 PM
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#VividShadows Day 23 - Batibat

After finally managing to buy a house all her own, a woman finds herself waking up to an unexpected roommate.

Features: BBW, Girldick, somewhat hyper sizes, F/F sex, and cumflation.

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Day 22 – Batibat For years Natalie had saved every cent she could from the meagre wages her various jobs had given her. She lived as frugally as she could all so she could one day afford a house of her own. No more upstairs neighbours who stomp around at randoms times of day, no more jackass landlords doubling her rent just because they could, no more wondering how long it will be before the maintenance guy fixes the fucking hot water tank! Sure, home ownership was it’s own bag of worms with plenty of issues she would need to deal with. But as Natalie walked into her empty, two bedroom home she felt happier than she had ever been before. Her newest job was annoying, but paid well enough to cover her expenses and was within walking distance of a bus stop. When she went to bed that night, rooms full of hastily arranged furniture and sealed boxes, she was hopeful that her life was going to stabilize. When Natalie woke up the next day there was a fat lady laying on her couch. Natalie almost fell down the stairs when she saw the intruder. Her skin was the colour of healthy bark and her hair was a tangle of leaves. The massive gut she had was the size of a beanbag chair and the tits sagging to either side of her chest were almost just as large. A tremendous, dump truck ass held up her legs, putting her frighteningly large cock and balls on full display. As Natalie stumbled down to the ground floor the naked woman gave her an annoyed glance, as if she was the one doing something wrong. “What the hell are you doing in my house!” shouted Natalie. “Because my home is inside your house?” replied the mystery woman, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “What?” That was not an answer Natalie was expecting. “The couch,” began the woman, giving the wooden arm rest a quick rap with her knuckles, “It’s made from my home, so now I live here. It’s only fair, don’t you think?” “What!?” Natalie didn’t understand what the woman was saying. Did her house get torn down and turned into a couch? That didn’t make any sense. The mystery woman sighed, clearly annoyed at Natalie’s confusion, “I’m a batibat, a tree spirit. The wood in this couch is from my home tree. After it was cut down I followed it here. Now I live on this couch.” Natalie didn’t like how much she believed the woman’s explanation. It would certainly explain why she had leaves for hair and a cock bigger than her arm. But that just made things a lot more complicated. You can’t call the cops on a magical tree spirit. “Ok so what do I do to make you leave?” “Huh?” Now it was the batibat’s turn to be confused. “There’s some weird ritual I can do to appease you and send you off happy, right? Tell me what it is and I’ll do it.” “No ritual, I just live here now. Don’t worry I wont make a mess as long as you don’t bother me.” Natalie was glad she had taken the week off work. She would not be able to deal with this if she had to leave in an hour. Ultimately she decided to think about this while she started unpacking. Maybe she would do some research and figure out how to deal with her unwanted roommate. Unfortunately the only thing Natalie had discovered about the batibat over the day was that she was pretty hot. Every time Natalie passed through the living room her gaze was drawn to the lounging spirit, her luscious breasts, her soft belly, and her girthy cock. She went to bed both annoyed and horny. The batibat was still there the next day; all her massive, sexy bits on display. Natalie once again did her best to ignore the sprit and focus on unpacking. As she was organizing her various dishes into the cupboards however, she started hearing strange sounds from the living room. When she went to investigate she found the batibat giving herself a foot-job, hands groping her own breasts as she softly moaned in pleasure. The tip of her cock was already beading with a thick, orange substance that looked like syrup. Natalie approached to reprimand the spirit, but found a sickly sweet scent filling the air around her. She found herself heating up under her clothes as she stared at the lurid display before her. Watching such a self-indulgent scene left her flustered, her feet slowly inching closer as she found her gaze begin to narrow onto the massive trunk of a cock and the delicious looking discharge running down its shaft. Without a word Natalie leaned down and licked a dollop of cream fresh from the spirit's urethra, an especially intense moan filling the room from both women. There was something indescribable about the taste of the batibat’s cum. It was like drinking the concentrated syrup you put in a soda fountain, except it tasted less artificial, less obviously bad for you. There wasn’t the immediate understanding that you had probably shaved a measurable—if incredibly small—amount of time off your life. Quite the opposite in fact. Before she even knew what had happened Natalie was topless and giving the batibat as combo tit and blowjob, slurping down as much of the divine nectar as she could. The two women would occasionally look into each other’s eyes, finding the other just as filled with ecstasy as they were. When the tree spirit at last came, the human crammed the tip of the cock down her throat, desperate to not waste a single drop. After endless minutes of climax, the flow batibat cream slowed to a trickle. Natalie feel back, her own stomach now looking almost as bloated as the spirits. For the rest of the day both of them just lay there, letting the afterglow gradually fade. One thing was certain: They were going to do this again.
October 23, 2026 at 9:14 PM
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#VividShadows Day 22: Metamorphosis

A caterpillar woman starts feeling the instinctual urge to bulk up before pupating. She and her girlfriend get more into this process than they thought they would.

Features: Monstergirls, weight gain, feeding, girldick, and a bit of multiarm/leg.

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Day 22 – Metamorphosis Katie woke up one day feeling ravenously hungry. The caterpillar-taur crawled out of bed and spent her morning devouring her entire fridge and pantry. Less than an hour later she ordered twenty pizzas from a local place, and then two hours after that she ordered three dozen combo meals from a fast food place. By dinnertime she could barely move from her couch, both her upper and lower bellies bulging with her excessive meals. As she let her all day gorging settle, Katie was able to think for long enough to understand what was happening. In spite of her food-induced sluggishness she grabbed her phone and called her college to let them know she would be missing classes because of an extended medical break. The reason? She was getting ready to pupate. The next call Katie made after settling things with school was call her girlfriend, a pixie named Naomi, and tell her it was finally happening. They spent the rest of the night excitedly talking about about her oncoming metamorphosis, when exactly it would properly start, how long she might be pupating for, and speculating about what she would look like after. It was decided Naomi would move in temporarily so she could keep an eye Katie’s cocoon. She had classes for the next few days however, but once she had a free day she would pack up what she needed and come over to help. For the next few days Katie continued to gorge herself, her body quickly packing away most of her meals into fat in preparation for her impending pupation. Several times a day she would order a few hundred dollars worth of food from any restaurant that delivered, knowing the hit to her savings would be balance out by the several months she was about to spend in her cocoon. She found a perverse pleasure in the increasingly surprised reactions from the delivery person when her rapidly fattening form answered the door. Katie wasn’t just growing fatter either, but longer as well. She quickly found herself needing to curl up to fit in her already longer than standard bed, and the doorframes of her apartment were getting dangerously close to her head. She was also delighted it wasn’t just her bellies swelling either, but her breasts as well. Bras that fit her perfectly before now looked like training bras compared to her gigantic, sagging tits. Naomi thankfully arrived before Katie had rendered herself completely immobile, her nubby legs already barely able to reach the ground past her bloated lower belly. It wasn’t much longer however before she was effectively stuck in bed with Naomi going on daily grocery runs and bringing in her constant food orders. She certainly felt a little guilty making Naomi take care of her like this, but they both quickly found this experience awakening something in both of them. As Katie continued to grow larger—larger than any of the other caterpillar’s Katie knew—Naomi found herself getting turned on at how much bigger her girlfriend was than her. Before Katie had only been about a foot taller than the two-foot tall pixie when she wasn’t rearing up her lower body, but now the the caterpillar’s stomach alone dwarfed her puny body. Katie wasn’t immune to this either, feeling more sexy than she ever had before as this jiggling ball of fat. Feeding sessions started to blend more and more into their sexy-time. Naomi would feed Katie with one hand and jerk herself off with the other, teasing the caterpillar about how heavy she must be now. Then once the food ran out Naomi would dive into Katie’s ever multiplying folds, the pixie grinding her cock against the nearest bit of chub or crawling around until found her girlfriend’s slit to fuck until the doorbell signalled the arrival of more food. Sadly this wonderful time came to an end all too quickly when Katie felt the instinctual urge to form her cocoon. Naomi made love to her all throughout the process, fucking up her body as it was slowly wrapped in silk. If it wasn’t for the fact it was a horrible idea that would kill at least one of them the pixie probably would have joined her inside, rather than be left effectively alone for the next several months. This short-lived but intense passion left Naomi helplessly fantasizing about Katie whenever she had nothing more important going on. She would spend time sitting beside the bed, jerking of while reminiscing about her girlfriend. Sometimes she would press her ear against the cocoon to see if she could hear Katie’s heartbeat, wondering what would emerge from inside. Naomi also found herself gaining weight. Between missing workouts and eating extra food because she forget there wasn’t a gluttonous caterpillar to feed anymore. Just like Katie however, she couldn’t help but find her increasingly plump figure sexy. Every time she landed on the scale and saw herself another few kilograms heavier she felt her cock grow hard beneath her sagging belly as she was reminded of watching Katie’s own pound-packing transformation. Then, one day almost three six months later, a crack began to form in Katie’s cocoon. Naomi excitedly hovered around the bed as her girlfriend slowly emerged from her shell. A thin arm covered in shining chitin and yellow fuzz burst free, followed by five more that ripped open a hole big enough for the rest of her to pull free. The massive, jiggling caterpillar had turned into a tall and lithe moth-girl. Her skin a shade of bright pink, her wings were covered in large yellow spots and her fuzzy antenae brushed against the ceiling even after she stepped down onto the floor with her three pairs of tightly packed legs. Katie had a moment to flutter her wings and dry them a bit before she was tackled by her not-so-tiny girlfriend’s considerable mass. The sudden hug quickly evolving into a kiss as Katie groped the pixie’s soft body. After a moment however, Katie pushed Naomi away, both women flush with arousal. “Sorry babe, you look fucking hot but I’m starving. Do you think we could eat first?”
October 22, 2026 at 9:53 PM
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#VividShadows Day 21: Beleth

A woman finds her date interrupted by a jealous man. After he is betrayed by the demon he summoned, she ends up seduced by said demon's beauty.

Features: Demon TF, girlcock, boypussy, and a bit of mind-control that's mostly in the background.

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Day 21 – Beleth Sasha watched in a strange mix of horror and arousal as her boyfriend Jeremy and Eric obsessively made out on the floor of her living room. Just a moment ago she and Jeremy had been watching a movie. Then Eric teleported into the room with some weird cat-demon-person shouting about how he’s always loved her and that he summoned a demon to help them be together. Then the demon snaps his(?) fingers and Jeremy and Eric practically dive at each other. Now the demon was sitting right beside her, feline tail flicking excitedly as it munches on Jeremy’s abandoned snacks. “I do apologize for the interruption my lady.” said the Demon after a few mouthfuls of popcorn, “My master insisted we arrive immediately and I had no choice but to obey. Where it up to me we would have ridden my steed over.” The demon offer’s his hand to Sasha, “I am Beleth, King of Hell.” “N-nice to meet you, I’m Sasha.” replies Sasha, awkwardly accepting Beleth’s handshake. “So does that mean Eric wanted to make out with Jeremy? I kinda sounded like he was after me before...” Beleth chuckles, “That is always the problem with mortals, never understanding that performing the binding ritual correctly only makes me obedient to their words, not whatever intent they had behind them. I assume ‘get Jeremy the fuck away from my Sasha’ meant he wanted me to scare Jeremy off, or perhaps even slay him, but I think this is a far more entertaining outcome, don’t you think?” “How long are they going to be doing this?” Sasha asked, sounding less worried then she thought she should probably be. “The charm should start to fade after I leave, which will most likely be quite soon. Eric has proved a tiring master and I plan to return home soon now that his order has been fulfilled.” For some reason Sasha felt a bit disappointed Beleth would be leaving so soon. She found herself taking in his svelte build, his tufts of orange fur near the more feline features, and even the hint of a pussy tucked between his closed legs. She had always found demons hot, but that was just porn. Was she really getting aroused looking at an actual demon, a King of Hell no less? Beleth grins at Sasha’s conflicted look, “If you wish I could stay and keep you company, but I assume you want to return to the evening with your boyfriend as soon as possible.” “He’s not my boyfriend.” Sasha blurts out, surprising even herself with her bluntness, “I mean, we haven’t gone steady. This was just our first date and, I mean, he’s not a bad guy per-say but I only really agreed because he’s the captain of the collage hockey team and it felt weird to turn that down even though I don’t even really like-” A roaring laugh stopped Sasha’s increasingly incoherent ramble, “I understand my lady.” he said as he slid closer and put an arm around Sasha’s shoulder, “If you desire it I shall keep you company a while longer.” His expression left no doubt exactly what he meant by that, “but know that to lay with a demon is to become one yourself.” As Beleth leaned into Sasha’s body, his firm chest against her shoulder, she wondered if that was truly such a terrible price to pay? “Please, I want you Beleth. More than I have ever wanted another man.” With a snap of Beleth’s fingers Sasha found herself just as naked as he was. She leaned into the demon’s offered kiss, finding his tongue wonderfully rough as it brushed against her lips. Already she could feel herself filling with power, demonic energy saturating her soul. There was a building pressure in her temples as horns grew beneath her skin. Her lover broke away from the kiss after a moment and slithered down to kneel between her legs to put that amazing tongue to work on her slit. “You’re so good at that...” Sasha found herself panting, Beleth’s tongue completely distracting her from the feeling of her horns breaking through her skin. “Any decent gentleman should know how to properly please a lady. Though I will admit my motivations are not completely innocent.” Sasha felt another wave of demonic power fill her body. Her spine stretched a bit longer and her muscles swelled under her skin. The tongue that ran across her sharpening teeth grew longer and forked towards the end. All of her sensed became heightened. Sights, sounds and smells growing overwhelming as her mind adjusted. Most intently of all however was the feeling of her clit throbbing against Beleth’s tongue, growing larger, thicker, and somehow more sensitive that it ever had been before. “Hopefully you don’t mind. It is possible to influence the transformation somewhat and I prefer my partners to be... differently equipped than you.” With Beleth going down as expertly as he was on her growing clit-cock, Sasha couldn’t muster a complaint. Especially when there were plenty of other changes happening to keep her mind from caring about something as silly as losing her pussy. A tail squirmed out from behind the couch, the thick bulb on it’s end marking it as a tool for penetration. Bat-like wings burst from her shoulders and wrapped her body tight as she writhed in the pleasure of Beleth’s tongue filling her shrinking insides. Her horns grew upwards as her hair turned a fiery orange and her skin was tinged with red. And then, at last, Beleth’s tongue was pushed free of Sasha’s folds as they inverted into her new ballsack. Sasha, now a tall, buff, and be-cocked demon, screamed out as her first penile orgasm exploded from her cock. After swallowing the first few loads Beleth pulled away and slipped back beside her to watch as her continuing discharge hit the two men that were now frotting on the floor. As they were marked by the demoness they stopped their obsessive fucking and started crawling over to her. “It would be best if I returned to hell soon, my dear.” said Beleth, genuine regret in his voice, “Though it seems like these fine gentlemen are more than happy to keep you company in my place. My charm spell will only last an hour or so after I leave of course, but that should be more than enough time to decide what you wish to do with them.” With that Beleth vanished just as suddenly as he appeared, leaving Sasha with the two men that were staring at her flaccid cock with looks of pure lust as she decided their fate.
October 21, 2026 at 9:07 PM
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#VividShadows Day 20: Distorted

A woman looks in her mirror one day and finds the reflection doesn't match her body.

Features: TFs of various kinds, reality alteration, lipples, mouth pussy, multibreast, and bits of a bunch of other stuff that won't fit within the character limit.

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Day 20 – Distorted When Julie went to brush her teeth before bed she noticed her reflection was wrong. In the mirror hair was green and fell all the way down to her back, her ears were long and pointed like an elf’s, and her breasts were almost as big as her head. She found herself enthralled by the image, looking back and forth between it and herself. Occasionally she would notice another difference like her lips being puffier or her skin tone being just a little off. Eventually she forced herself to look away and go to bed, but her dreams were filled with images of that alternate version of herself from the mirror. The next day Julie woke up with a pile of green hair covering her eyes. She sat up ramrod straight, massive breast bouncing up into her face. A shaky hand reached up to touch her ears, confirming that they had changed as well. She ran to the bathroom, wanting to get a better look at herself. Staring back from the mirror was the woman from yesterday, but not only as a distorted image, but as reality. She felt like she should have been freaking out more but all she could think about was how hot she looked. Even when she went to get dressed and found all her clothes still fit her new figure she found herself thankful that she didn’t have to go to work bra-less. Because she was pretty sure “I turned into an elf overnight” was not going to fly with her boss. She made her way to the bus stop, hair and ears tucked under a toque and breasts somewhat concealed beneath a few layers of baggy clothes. There was a woman already sitting there had with bright red hair. She chided herself for thinking someone else had changed. Hair dye exists. As she stole a few bored glances at the woman however they started to seem familiar. Kind of like the old lady that sometimes waited for the bus here, maybe she was her daughter? It was only when she got on the bus that Julie realized she hadn’t simply been paranoid. Every single person on the bus had some combination of exotic hair or eye colours, suspiciously large breasts or hips, and minor inhuman features like horns or animal ears. She looked out the window and didn’t see the bus pass a single person that looked completely normal and when she got to work everyone there was similarly transformed. For some reason, only Julie seemed to notice anything was different. When she asked Niki if anything seemed weird the other woman commented on her toque before walking off, horse tail bouncing on her gigantic ass. Brent gave her a sarcastic “my eyes are up here” when Julie ran into him and found herself staring at his tits. Even her boss, who was now a full foot shorter, acted completely the same when she pass by on her “cubicle inspection.” After sitting through another bus ride full of strange, sexy, fantasy people, Julie was back at home. She spent a good bit of her night looking though news articles, old photos, and internet videos, finding that all of the people in them looked different now. As far as her phone’s photo reel was concerned Julie had always been a big-titted elf with green hair and. What should she do? Try and change everyone back? How would she even do that? Did she even want to go back to normal? That night, when Julie went to go to the bathroom before bed, she saw that the reflection in her mirror was different again. The person reflected before her had dark purple skin, even larger breasts, and an ass to match her tits as well. She also saw a strange shape under her clothes, like her nipples were swollen. When she lifted her shirt up she saw that the woman in the mirror had a pair of thick, scarlet lips where her nipples should be. The next morning Julie had lips on her nipples. She spent almost an hour playing with her body, licking her fingers with her new mouths, fingering herself as she used them to moan, she even found she could make them kiss each other if she tried hard enough. When she eventually pulled herself out of bed she tried eating her breakfast with them and was delighted when she found they somehow connected to her stomach. At the bus stop the same woman was there again, now with four arms, green scales dotting her skin, and an obviously phallic bulge under her skirt. The bus itself was filled with people who’s bodies were all equally as inhuman and sexual, with some of the passengers openly making out or groping each other. When she got to work Julie saw that Niki now had hooves and a massive horsecock hanging past the hem of her pencil skirt that she simply covered with a black condom. Brent’s breasts were even larger than Julie’s and his skin looked almost transparent. When Julies boss came around the woman was almost as wide as she was tall and her skin was a shade of vivid green. By the time she was one the bus home she could barely think through her lust. Everyone looked so sexy, tits and asses and dicks all barely hidden beneath their clothes. Extra arms and breasts, animal ears and horns, tails of all shapes and sizes. She spent her entire day masturbating, all three of her mouths crying out in harmony as she fantasized about everyone she had seen. Every hour she would check her bathroom mirror, desperately hoping to see a reflection that didn’t match her own. It was only just before she usually went to bed that she got her wish and came on the spot from what she saw. Julie was sitting in her office chair with Niki standing over her. The giant centauress was wildly thrusting her rear hips as she face-fucked both of Julie’s heads with her twin horsecocks. Each of the mouths on Julie’s four breasts was similarly filled with cock. Her left two were filled with Brent’s pair of dick-nipples he had formed on his jiggling slime-tits and the right was stuffed by the Marilith from the bus-stop’s hemipenes, the woman having fucked Julie all the way to work. Finally her boss was mid crotch inspection, the goblins tongue expertly making out with the luscious lips that Julie’s pussy had turned into, their foot-long tongues entwined together. As she arrived back home after a day of near constant, mind blowing sex, Julie couldn’t help but think about her mirror. Today was so amazing, the world filled with such mind-blowingly sexy people that her body was perfectly equipped to fuck felt. But what would she see in the mirror tonight. And what will the world become when she wakes up?
October 20, 2026 at 9:14 PM
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#VividShadows Day 19: Cadejo

A woman finds herself dating two married half-werewolves, and eventually picks up their lycanthropy.

Features: Werewolves, Werewolf transformation, dom and sub play, Lesbian sex, girldick, polyamory, and a little bit of height/breast/butt growth.

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Day 19 – Cadejo It had started with a normal night out. I had been taking a load off at the bar and enjoying a drink when the seats on either side of me were suddenly filled by a pair of wolves. One was tall, muscular and busty while the other was shorter (but still taller than me) with a more lithe and bottom-heavy figure. Their canine ears and tail meant they had some werewolf in them. Quite a bit of werewolf considering their limbs were half covered in fur. The tall one’s fur was black, the same shade as the flowing mane of hair that framed her sharp-featured face. The other one had white fur to match her shorter-cut hair and softer features. “Hey,” began the black-furred woman, “me and my wife have been looking for a third and were wondering if you were interested.” She gave me a wolfish grin, her sharp teeth on full display. “No pressure, but promise we’ll show you a good time.” added the white-furred one. I let the two sexy wolf-women drag me over to a booth as they introduced themselves. The black-furred one was Cadence and the white-furred one was Johana (Jo for short). True to their word they bought a round of drinks and, not even an hour later, Cadence’s tongue was filling my mouth as Jo drove us back to their apartment to spend the night. Cadence was a fierce dom, but I could tell she was paying attention and feeling me out. That didn’t stop her from leaving both ends of me sore from the rough fucking she gave me with her amazing cock though. Jo was, in contrast, a complete sub. She was clearly used to her wife’s more intense domination, but she seemed to enjoy me forcing her to edge her cock before pegging her with a strap-on. I had always considered myself a switch, so it was pretty interesting getting to express both sides of my sexuality back and forth and I felt deeply satisfied by the time I went to sleep snuggled between the two of them. From then on we kept meeting up. Of course there was plenty of sex, but they almost always made sure to have a proper date first. Movies, dinner, even just hanging out at their apartment playing video games or watching movies. I even found myself in a group chat with their friends—most of which were also half-werewolves. Soon I was spending almost as much time at their place as I was my own, before eventually we all decided to go in together and rent a place with enough room for all three of us. But, of course, there was plenty of sex. Sometimes I would be getting fucked raw by Cadence before spending the night cuddling for aftercare, some nights I rode Johana’s cock while she was tied down to the bed. There were days Cadence and I would double team Johana and days where I was instead intimately tied together with Johana. I got more confortable letting Cadence tie me up completely and Johana slowly eased me into doing some petplay. I couldn’t imagine being more happy than I was with my two girlfriends. And then I started growing fur. Cadence and Johana had been upfront with this being a possibility when I first went steady with them. As half-werewolves they were mildly infectious and I might start turning depending on my genetics—like how some people didn’t get cavities. Maybe my tone had been a little off when I told them, because they got really apologetic and reminded me that there were treatments to suppress the changes they could get for me if I wanted them. They almost seemed surprised when I told them I wanted to see how it went. Apparently any changes could be reverse up until a point, so why not give it a try? Every day I woke up feeling better than the day before. Taller, furrier, and undeniably sexier. When it became apparent I had bi-coloured fur—Cadence’s black on my right and Johana’s white on my left—my girlfriends got worried again because that meant I had both their lycanthropies and might get unexpected mutations because of that. I really loved it however. It was like a symbol of my relationship with them. I started going to the gym with Cadence to help burn of the energy from my transformation and Johana taught me how to brush my fur and growing tail. When I posted my daily selfies to the group chat the other werewolves went wild over them, complimenting me on how well I was coming along. The best part by far was when my cock started coming in. My girlfriends’ hadn’t been sure if I would get one since they had theirs before they were infected and I apparently got lucky because I kept my pussy as well. At first it was too small for much besides being another part for Cadence to tease, but I still remember how fucking good it felt when I first used it on Johana. It was like a part of me had been missing my entire life and I hadn’t realized until now. I couldn’t imagine life without it. After a little over a month my girlfriends declared me “basically done” my transformation. I was now a little taller than Johana (a fact that I teased her with constantly both in and out of the bedroom), and my figure was a nice balance between both of theirs. Sometimes they joked that I looked like their daughter, considering I had both of their lycanthropies. I still felt the familiar itch of my body slowly changing however. And when I woke up the next morning with small nubs growing below my arms and strange lumps underneath my breasts I realized that my changes weren’t quite over yet. I couldn’t wait to see how much hotter I was going to become.
October 19, 2026 at 9:15 PM
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#VividShadows Day 18: Death Knight

A goblin assassin is sent to kill the empire's infamous Death Knight and discovers what they look like beneath their armour.

Features: Monstergirls (Goblin/Dullahan), F/NB sex, and horsecock.

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Day 18 – Death Knight The master assassin Nightshade—known only to herself as Yvette—was now in the final stages of her plan. Five rooms over from the storeroom she was in the grand martial of the Monsgil empire—the infamous and mysterious Death Knight—was taking a bath. It would be a simple task to slip out the window and into the bath, where she would kill the supposedly invulnerable warrior. As confident she was in her skill, Nightshade made sure to prepare for any possibility. No one, supposedly not even the empress herself, knew the Death Knight’s true identity or what lay beneath their black plate armour. She refused to believe that they were truly invincible, as the rumours claim, but that did not mean they were not some manner of creature resistant to common forms of death and she had made sure to bring weapons capable of slaying any sort of creature likely to survive a steel dagger in the neck. As she moved across the precarious windowsills, Nightshade was reminded of why she had decided to take on such a dangerous job in the first place. She had been doing this for fifteen years, and thirty-two was old for a goblin. She would be retiring from the underworld soon whether she wanted to or not and this mark promised to pay out enough to let her retire in luxury. Even now she could feel her bones starting to ache as she clung to the palace’s outer wall, and keenly noticed how her growing pudge made slipping out of the narrow window earlier much harder than it would have been a few years ago. The outer windows of the imperial palace were opaque from the outside, so Nightshade had no idea if she had been spotted while cutting through. Expecting to be attacked immediately, she had drew a pair of daggers as she landed in the large bathhouse’s steamy interior. Not only did she not find herself contending with the Death Knight’s greatsword, but it seemed that her entrance hadn’t even been noticed. She saw a single figure obscured by steam, sitting facing towards her at the edge of the bath, making a strange slurping sound. Nightshade approached slowly, her footsteps perfectly silent even on the wet floor. As she closed in on her target she began tensing her body so she could leap forward and slit their throat, only for her to get close enough to fully make out the figure before her and realize that they didn’t have a throat, or even a head! No they did have a head, but it was currently buried between their thighs, loudly sucking on their huge cock. The Death Knight was in fact a dullhan, a rare type of equine satyr whose head was magically connected to the rest of their body rather than physically. Their skin was a dusky shade that matched their midnight black fur and hair. Their towering, muscular figure ever so slightly leaned towards the feminine, but that was well balance by their thick, equine genitalia, so big Nightshade could see it bulging their throat as they face-fucked their own head. Nightshade was so shocked by this sight that her next step caught a puddle of water and sent her sliding over the edge of the bath and into the water next to her target. She desperately splashed around until she found her footing, even the shallowest water still up the her armpits, and drew one of her many daggers. The Death Knight however had made to strike at her and had instead scampered away as they pulled their head off of their cock. “Who are you and how did you get in here!?” the Death Knight demanded, though it was hard to take them seriously when their raging boner was still slick with their own spit. While her work had left Nightshade with little chance to indulge her more basic goblin urges, it was difficult for her to not stare at such an impressive cock and not feel herself drawn to it. Her killer instinct however was far too keenly honed to let her lust stop her from doing what she had been hired to do. She dashed as quickly as she could through the water towards the Death Knight, confident that a knife to their heart would end them. “Wait!” cried Nightshade’s mark, clearly not liking their chances of fighting off an armed assassin naked, “I’ll give you whatever you want! I’m sure I can pay more than whoever hired you!” Lust might not have been powerful enough to stop Nightshade, but greed certainly was. Normally taking such an offer would be unthinkable. It would ensure an assassin would never find work again. But after tonight Nightshade wouldn’t need to worry about finding more work. As she silently pondered how to approach this negotiation, her eyes were once again drawn to the mouth watering member sitting before her. “Alright, here’s my offer. Take it or leave it.” Nightshade said, licking her lips. *************** Yvette moaned into the lips of the disembodied head she was holding as the headless body pounded her from behind. It had been a month since her final mission and she was now living in the lap of luxury as the “personal maid” of the Death Knight—or Liz as they preferred to be called in private. Rather than doing any cooking or cleaning however, Yvette was solely responsible quelling the knights insatiable libido, spending almost every moment they were in the palace fucking each other before Liz was sent away on another mission by the empress. A thin strand of saliva connected Yvette and Liz’s mouths as she pulled the dullahan’s head away. It was sometimes hard to believe that the drooling slut she held in her hands was the most feared warrior on the continent. Especially when she lowered them down to kiss their own balls and felt them start cumming buckets into her. She had been good enough about protecting her identity that Yvette thought it unlikely anyone would connect the story of Nightshade’s death at the hands of the empire’s grand martial with their new maid’s sudden appearance. At least not confidently enough to be willing to send a hit after her. She was free to enjoy the wonderful retirement in peace. Sleeping, eating, and fucking for the rest of her days.
October 18, 2026 at 9:29 PM
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#VividShadows Day 17: Abyssal

A hunter has just acquired the last rare material needed to finish her incomplete armour set, but somehow ends up triggering a life-changing transformation.

Features: Monstergirl TF (Lagiacrus-taur), giantess growth, and girlcock

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Astra let out a cheer of joy when she carved off the pristine dynamo organ from her prey—a mental one that is, considering he was currently deep inside the underwater ruins beneath Moga Island. Abyssal lagiacrus were rarely spotted so near the surface and it was even rarer that they were deemed enough of a problem for the guild to issue a quest to hunt them. But now she had the final material the blacksmith needed to make the helmet so she could at last finish her set of armour. She was so excited that she almost forgot to drink another air philter—it would be awful to drown before she could properly achieve her year-long goal. As Astra reached down to her back to pull out the lung-filling potion she unthinkingly pressed the organ she still had in her other hand against the armour on her chest. A violent burst of dark pink lightning sent her body into shock. She desperately grasped for the bottle she had dropped as water flooded into her mouth, vision fading as it drifted down out of her reach. The last thing she saw was the abyssal lagiacrus’s corpse slowly drifting upwards as she sank down into the depths. It was surprising then, when Astra found herself opening her eyes a moment later—soon enough that she hadn’t yet hit the bottom of the ruins. At first she thought she had simply gotten a second wind and began desperately scrambling for another air philter. While she sucked down the potion however she noticed the armour around her arms was far more form-fitting than she remembered. As she stared closely at her wrist she saw her gauntlet pull tighter against her skin. A glance down confirmed that the same thing was happening to her chest plate, greaves, and boots as well. Astra felt her hand run along the blue-grey hide covering her belly as if it was her own. She could also feel as the forged parts along her back pulled apart into distinct blue-black scales. The darker spines along her shoulders and back started digging into her as they fused with her flesh. Her fingers twisted into sharp talons resembling the ones used to make her gauntlets. Artificial fasteners and straps began to pop out and sink down, no longer needed to hold the reanimating monster parts together. The only part of her that was spared was her head, the helmet made from crimson qurupeco parts unaffected by whatever was happening to the rest of her armour. An intense shock hit Astra as her body began generating electricity like the lagiacrus she was rapidly coming to resemble. The crystalline shockers growing out of her back lit up with azure bolts as the tips of her bioluminescent scales began to glow just as brightly. Hands reformed into far less dexterous talons as her arms became forelegs. Her body began to swell with mass, the already dwindling humanity of her form being completely erased as her body stretched and cracked into its proper shape. Astra was obviously terrified at what was happening to her—she was transforming into a monster for gog’s sake! But that fear was tinged with the incredible sensation of her muscled swelling beneath her skin and the strange euphoria she felt as the towering ruins around her shrank relative to her growing body. Her body felt like it had been struck by lighting as her natural electrical charge spread through every inch of her body. There was barely even a flicker of confusion as a thin, tapered cock slid free of the cloacal slit between her rear legs. It felt so natural, so correct, so good. Any fears and doubt she might have had about her transformation were completely gone when she felt the changes begin to creep up her neck. Her human head was pushed away from her monstrous shoulders as a serpentine neck grew between them, covered in the same dark scales as the rest of her body. At first she assumed her head would be made to match the rest of her body, turning her fully into the beast she had slain so many of. She would have been more than content with that outcome, her humanity feeling far less precious with every gleaming scale she grew. However, when she felt the tip of her neck flare out into the wide hood of a lagiacrus it was not her head set between it, but what was clearly the start of a humanoid waist. A foreleg reached down and started stroking Astra’s cock as a pair of shoulders and arms formed beneath her head, covered in the same blue-gray hide as her underside. Lightning crackled across her clawed fingers as she ran her hands across her growing breasts—far bigger than her old ones even relative to her massive size. Her hair darkened to the same blue-black as her scales—an electric blue streak running down one side. Patches of scales spread across her face as her mouth pushed out into a slight muzzle filled with razor sharp fangs, a pair of sparking horns burst from her scalp, and her eyes began to glow the same intense shade of red as the monster she had become. Bending her lower body forwards, Astra slid the claws on her other foreleg into her genital slit and was delighted to confirm her pussy—now the massive cloaca of a leviathan—was still inside. As she began fingering herself, the foreleg still jerking of her cock was joined by her hands and tits, mouth nibbling at the base of her titanic shaft. Abyssal lagiacrus were massive—almost forty meters long on average—and she was bigger than any of the ones she had seen! The orgasmic roar Astra let out as she came shook the ruins around her, perhaps hard enough to be felt all the way in the village above! Her shockers discharged electricity just as powerfully as her cock discharged her cum, the water turning a milky white around her as it was saturated with her essence. She briefly wondered if her dual-sexes meant she could impregnate herself. She was now technically the only member of an endangered species, though she doubted the hunter’s guild would extend her any protections as one—she would almost certainly be considered an elder dragon. As her thoughts turned towards the guild, Astra wondered how they might react to her existence. She wasn’t sure if she would find acceptance with her old comrades or if they would deem her an abomination against nature and try to hunt her. She, of course, hoped for the former, especially since the image of her tiny friends clamouring over her body was unimaginably erotic. Maybe she might even be able to breed with humans and continue her species that way? As Astra’s fantasies deepened, she felt a strange tingle from within her. A dark pink spark, just like the ones that had triggered her transformation, arced between her fingers. Even if she might prove infertile, it seems like she had a different, and perhaps far better, way to reproduce.
October 17, 2026 at 9:53 PM
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#VividShadows Day 16: Spider

An adventurer sent to rescue missing people instead seals their fate when she finds herself enthralled by the monster that took them.

Features: Monstergirl (Arachne), implied MtF, eggs/oviposition, a woman growing a dick, and ambiguous mind control.

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The absolute darkness was left unbroken as a tall, black-furred wolf-woman slowly crept deeper into the cave. Between her magically enhanced eyesight and her naturally sensitive nose and ears, there wasn’t a single thing that missed her notice. Even as hours passed with nothing more than rough rock walls, stale air, and the occasional movement of some harmless cave critter her guard didn’t drop for even a second. It was this unwavering resolve that allowed Lyra to ascend the ranks of the adventurers guild and be the first and only diamond rank adventurer without any companions, earning her the epithet “Lonediamond.” Several people had gone missing from the nearby villages, a problem that would normally not be the purview of such a prestigious adventurer; however the two previous adventuring groups that had been sent to investigate had also gone missing and the guild did not want to risk a third. Lyra’s magic had managed to track one of the missing adventurers to this cave but the thick stone prevented the spell from working inside, meaning she had to search the labyrinthine caverns manually. It was a relief then, both for her dwindling patience and the potential fates of the missing people, when Lyra at last found a silken curtain patterned to closely match the surrounding rock concealing an opening. Beyond the curtain Lyra found a large and surprisingly well-furnished home. The walls of the entrance hall were covered in elaborate silken tapestries depicting various animals and monster she recognized as native to the area. From this main hall, three passages branched off. One led to a room with a chair designed for a non-humanoid sitting in front of a weathered loom and another to what looked to be a surprisingly well-equipped kitchen. The middle passage however was covered in a thin pink curtain, a dim glow piercing through into the otherwise lightless house. When she pulled back the curtain she found the sight relieving, horrifying, and just a bit arousing. A large silken bed sat in the centre of the room, directly below a luminescent crystal radiated a dim blue-white light. Nearly two-dozen figures were bound and gagged tightly in silk threads. Some were simply laying on the bed, but most were hanging from hooks on the ceiling or strapped in sexy poses with hooks on the floor. The walls were covered in dozens of tapestries depicting diverse scenes of sapphic love which, combined with the bound and writhing forms before her, brought a perverse warmth to her furry cheeks. Lyra tamped down her lust and examined the rest of the room with both mundane and magical senses, trying to locate any other entrances she might be ambushed from. Confident there was no other way in she dashed over to the closest figure and examined her. The woman’s eyes barely acknowledged the adventurer’s presence as she approached, a pair of marks on her shoulder indicating she had been bitten and poisoned. Her abdomen was also swollen slightly, almost as if she was in the beginnings of a pregnancy—with reality not far off from the truth Lyra realized, her loins starting to warm. A quick glance around the room revealed the rest of the people had also been filled with eggs, their bodies turned into incubators for some monsters young. Lyra also noticed that all of people in the room were women, or at least looked outwardly feminine. Everyone had chests no smaller than ripe melons and every pair of hips was far wider than the owner’s shoulder. Most of the missing adventurer’s had been men, and none of the villagers had mentioned only women going missing. That meant... “Oh-ho! It seems I have a visitor.” Lyra whirled around, blade drawn and a raging inferno held in her other hand, only for her blade to droop and magic fizzle out at the sight before her. A massive woman filled the doorway, the pure-white hair of her head brushing against the top as her four chitinous arms pulled her through. Her skin was a dusky violet, and her six eyes a piercing red. A pair of wondrous breasts sat on her chest, right above her chiselled abs. Below her waist was the body of a giant spider, covered in the same black exoskeleton as her arms. As far as Lyra was concerned this was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Lyra barely even noticed as her sword clattered to the ground, her body slowly being consumed by lust as she looked at the work of art made flesh slowly skittering towards her. As her muzzle was lifted by a clawed finger and forced to gaze into the spider-woman’s bottomless eyes she couldn’t help but picture herself bound and bloated just like all the other women and wondered if such a fate would be all that bad. “It is so good to see that you do not wish to fight. As fun as it was to break those other hunters, I always prefer when my girls willingly submit themselves to me. Tell me, what is my newest lover’s name?” “Lyra Lonediamond, Ma’am.” “What a pretty name. I’m sure you would make a wonderful egg sack,” Lyra could feel herself almost cum just at those words, “but you seem to be a cut above the previous hunters. How would you like an extra special role in my harem? Not as an egg sack, but as a sire? You would get to fertilize the eggs within all my other beautiful girls and grant your wonderful genes to my brood.” Lyra didn’t even think before she started nodding her head. Her mistress’s fangs sinking deep into her should and filling her with a burning fire that coursed through her body. Four arms expertly stripped her of her clothes, making way for swelling breasts and widening hips before the flames focus into her womb. She felt a pressure deep within as her insides slowly inverted, her clit swelling out into a thick, foot-long cock and her labia dropped into a virile ball sack. Her body still tingling with the aftershocks of her transformation, Lyra almost didn’t notice as she was turned towards the woman she had been about to save just a few minutes ago. Her mistress cut her down from the ceiling and held her tightly, legs spread wide and swollen belly on display. Her previously unfocused eyes were now locked firmly on her would-be-saviours cock, muffled pleas to fuck her being caught in her gag. As Lyra plunged her new cock between the woman’s legs she knew this was the point of no return, that she wasn’t going to stop until she had fertilized the eggs inside every woman here. Any concerns about saving these people, some of which were her colleagues had long since vanished under the all consuming desires of the wonderful cock her mistress had given her. “I cannot wait to see our wonderful little hatchlings, dear Lyra.”
October 16, 2026 at 9:21 PM
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#VividShadows Day 15: Cottagecore

A centaur homesteader spends the morning milking her pregnant cow-taur wife.

Features: Monstergirls, pregnancy, pregnant sex, girldick, horsecock, and lactation.

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Day 15 – Cottagecore Debora let out a yawn as she stood up from her bed. The centauress would have loved nothing more than to lay back down and sleep for another hour or two, but today she had a whole list of chores, most importantly harvesting the tomatoes and lettuce. Of course there was also Bess, her gorgeous and wonderful cow-taur wife, thankfully still asleep beside her. She ran a hand along her wife’s taut stomach, still in disbelief at how massive it had grown these past eight months—even considering she was pregnant with twins. Bess’s breasts and udder looked pretty full, and would probably need to be milked when she woke up. Wanting to get as much done before that, Debora trotted of to start her day. After a quick shower Debora slipped her upper body into a dark shirt and overalls and draped a well-worn denim caparison over her flanks before heading to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. As she chopping veggies for some sandwiches, but was interrupted by her wife’s call from the bedroom. “Hon! Can you come help me please!” Debora was hoping she could have at least finished breakfast before her wife woke up, but Bess sounded desperate. She grabbed a few carrots to chomp on as she dashed back to her. When she arrived she found Bess still laying in bed thankfully, but the cow-taur was leaking milk from both her udder and breasts. The way she was splayed out put the massive swell of her lower belly on full display which, combined with her six leaking teats, sent Debora’s stallionhood lurching out of its sheath. “Oh wow Bess, it’s real bad today huh?” Shaking away the lustful thoughts about her pregnant wife, Debora went over to help Bess to her hooves and they began slowly walking over to the milking room—thankfully just one door down the hall. “Thanks for coming so quick, you were probably doing something important.” “Nothin’ more important than you Bess. Now let’s gettcha emptied out.” Once Bessie was securely holding onto the support bar, Debora went over and got a stack of buckets from the shelf. She decided to start with Bessie’s breasts, and began giving them a light massage before starting the milking proper. Bess being a being a cow-taur meant that her tits had always been big, but they had grown so much larger during the pregnancy, each one looking like an overripe pumpkin made of gelatin. Debora felt her cock lurch forwards again, but this time she didn’t bother shacking it off, it was going to be rock hard by the end of this no matter what she did. With slow, deliberate tugs Debora milked Bessie’s breasts into a bucket, her wife letting out an adorable little “moo” every few pulls. She watched the way her wife’s face clenched in both pleasure and release as the bucket filled, burning the adorable sight into her memory. “Sorry for being so useless these past few months.” said Bessie as Debora went to switch in the next bucket, “I know you still have to do all the chores today, and I’m making you waste time milking me.” “Ya ain’t useless Bess. I can’t even imagine having to grow one kid inside me and here you are doin’ two at once! If anything I feel useless for havn’ ta spend so much time away from you.” Bess went to argue, but Debora cut her off with a peck on the lips as she resumed milking. In total the it took about twenty minutes. Bessie’s breasts looked noticeably smaller and much less tight now, but there was still the udder on her tauric body to deal with. Debora looped around the her wife’s rear, and got a good whiff of her wife’s sex as she bent down to start. This only worsened the aching she was starting to feel in her balls, especially since there was only so much she could do to distract herself when her current task was milking her wife dry. Especially when Bessie kept desperately shoving her pussy in Debora’s face. “Hon, please! I’m so, fucking horny! I know you’re just as worked up to!” Debora let out a groan of frustration as her cock slapped against her underside, “I’m almost done with the milking, can you wait till then?” “I can’t! Please!” Debora sighed, as much as she would love to fuck Bessie silly right now, it would be better to finish milking her first. When her wife’s behind pushed against her face again however, she understood that Bessie wasn’t going to accept that. Thankfully this wasn’t the first time her wife had gotten horny mid-milking—in was, as you might imagine, a common occurrence in fact—so Debora already had a plan. After taking a moment to adjust her position a little bit and changing the near-full bucket for an empty one, she leaned forwards and starting eating Bessie out. She heard her wife break out into lusty mooing as she pleasured the bovine folds. Her milking technique got a lot more clumsy while she was doing this—she could feel stray streams of milk hitting her arms—but Bessie had already filled five buckets today. Wasting a little wasn’t that big of a deal. It was another minute or two until Bessie’s milk dried up, and another minute after that before Debora noticed over her wife’s bellows. Bessie cried out in frustration when she pulled away and started shouting complaints as Debora moved the milk buckets over to a safer location. She was rendered silent however, when she at last felt the centaur’s weight on top of her, her wife’s thick horsecock sliding into her. Debora tilted Bessie’s head back and pulled her into a kiss. Her front hooves ran over the swollen belly beneath her as her hands caressed her wife’s breasts. The past few months hadn’t been easy for either of them, and it was only going to get harder once the kids were born. In that moment however, they both understood that they could handle whatever might come together.
October 15, 2026 at 9:39 PM
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#VividShadows Day 14: Hands

A pair of Adventurers have found a magical breastplate in a dungeon and the warrior puts it on without any thought as to whether or not it might be cursed.

Features: Monstergirl TF (Centipede), Extreme Multi arm/breasts, and an ambiguous ending.

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“I’m telling you, I feel fine!” grumbled Clairise as Yuki examined her. At the priestess's insistence they had made camp a short distance away from the dungeon. “Not sure what you’re gonna get out of this anyways. You’re the one that constantly reminds me your goddess doesn’t grant healing magic.” Yuki let out an aggravated sigh as she stepped back from Clairise, annoyed at how right she was. “All I can tell is that it’s definitely not made out of metal. Feels like exoskeleton, which might explain the four arms thing.” “I still don’t see why you’re so anxious. This is honestly kinda cool!” Clairise flexed all four of her arms, showing off her impressive biceps. “Maybe this is just a ‘breastplate that gives you four arms and you become a super badass quad-wielder,’ you think of that?” “Because you can’t take it off, that means it’s cursed. You don’t put a binding spell on enchanted gear unless it does something bad.” “Whatever, it’s like you said back in the dungeon: we can’t remove the curse until we get back to town anyways.” “Town is five days away! Who knows what might happen to you in that time!” “Then we should spent the day travelling instead of camping two hours early for this pointless examination!” “Ugh! Fine! Let’s get some sleep then.” grumbled Yuki as she stomped away in fury. “Separate tents.” That night, Yuki found herself unable to sleep. She was infuriated by Clairise’s blasé attitude, but only because she really cared about her. Doesn’t she understand that this was serious? Yuki thought before letting out a sigh, Of course she does, she’s probably just putting on a brave face for my sake. She was right that there’s noting we can do out here, so anything that doesn’t help us get back to town faster is a waste of time. Resolving to pray for offensive spells at down so she could vaporize any monster that attacked them tomorrow, Yuki slipped out of her tent to go get a drink of water before trying to sleep again. As she sipped from one of their water-skins, she heard sounds coming from Clairise’s tent. It sounded like... grunts and moans? Suddenly Yuki found herself feeling a lot less sympathetic towards her companion, and decided to remind her that they both needed sleep if they wanted to be able to march eight hours tomorrow. “Clairise!” Shouted Yuki as she threw open the flaps of the warrior’s tent, “why the hell are you fucki-” Her furious indignation was cut short when saw what was inside. A pair of golden eyes that almost seemed to glow peered back at Yuki. The figure inside had eight arms running down its elongated torso, six of which were playing with the three rows of breasts that it sported. A thick carapace covered its back, the same glossy black as the cursed breastplate. Yuki instinctively stepped back from the horrifying scene before her, only to stumble and fall. She let out a yelp as she braced for the impending impact, only for the monster to skitter forwards and catch her. Out in the dim moonlight she could clearly see its face, her mind forced to acknowledge the obvious fact it had been avoiding. “C-Clairise?” The face that peered down at Yuki was that of her companion, but the intense, feral desire painted on Clairise’s face made it clear that the cursed armour was affection more than just her body. “Yuki...” muttered Clairise, her voice tinged with an alien feeling inflection, “Come inside. Need you.” As she was pulled inside the tent, Yuki knew she should do something. She still had spells left from this morning she could cast, ones that could stop Clairise without hurting her. But as the hands surrounding her began to tear off her nightclothes and grope her naked body, she couldn’t help but feel a growing desire. Something was wrong, but it had been so long since she and Clairise last had sex and, as horrible as it felt to think, she looked so sexy like this. Any thoughts of escape died beneath her lover’s caress, and she found herself moaning out a pleading, “Yessssssssss.” Perhaps whatever sense Clairise had left had been holding her back, because she immediately grew more aggressive at her lover’s consent. Her hands practically fighting over Yuki breasts and slit as the priestess was pulled down on top of her transformed lover. There was a moment of shock when she felt a fifth pair of arms join their sisters in caressing her, soon joined by another pair of breasts pressing into her back. Clairise’s torso continued to stretch longer, making room for more arms and breasts. Each new set of hands grasped at Yuki’s body, fondling whatever softness they could find. Eventually Clairise had grown so long that her legs reached the side of the tent. Rather than push into the soft cloth however, her legs began to bend upwards and simplify into a shape Yuki instantly recognize from her time out in the wilderness. When they finished their transformation, Clairise’s legs and hips were now barely more than the the rear-end of a centipede. The only distinguishing feature was the still mostly human slit sitting between her caudal legs. Her body continued to lengthen, more hands and breasts growing from her ever extending torso as it began to wrap around the tent. Yuki could barely muster a reaction to this however, the hundreds of hands assaulting her body leaving bringing her to an endless stream of climaxes. Any thoughts to Clairise’s condition had long since faded beneath her full-body caress. From every angle she found herself rubbed, groped, squeezed and pinched, every orifice invaded by probing fingers. Soon even her eyes were covered, her world fading to black as she was consumed by the endless swarm of hands.
October 14, 2026 at 9:29 PM
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#VividShadows Day 13: El Chamuco

After betting her eternal servitude on a game of cards, a woman learns that working for the Devil might not be the hell people think it is.

Features: Post TF (Demon and breast/butt growth) and references to gambling

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Day 13 – El Chamuco It’s well known that the Devil loves a good game, to the point where they will accept any challenge so long as an worthy enough wager is put up. It’s also just as well known that, in entire history of Hell, the number of people that have managed to beat the Devil can be counted on one hand. Despite this however, there was no shortage of people willing to challenge them. People like Gabriela. It was only after five disastrous hands of blackjack that Gabriela realized just how much of a mistake challenging the devil was. The fallen angel looked back at her with a shit-eating grin on their face, black wings folded behind to frame their pin-striped suit. “Seems like you’re out of chips, Chica. And that means that you work for me now.” Gabriela felt stupid. She had been slowly sinking deeper into debt over the years and wanted a quick way out. A million dollars for a few lucky hands and she would be set, that’s what she thought. Her eyes looked down at the casino below her, looking at all the succubi dressed in skimpy outfits handing out drinks and running tables. That was going to be her soon. Eternal servitude as a demonic slut for a chance at a million dollars. At least the Devil had been nice enough to bring her up to their private room so no one could gawk at her miserable failure. “Don’t look so miserable, eh!” The devil slipped around the table to put their hands on Gabriela’s shoulders. “I’m not some slave driver you know. My girls get paid good money, probably more than the gringo’s you’ve been working for ever did. It’s not the easy out you came in lookin’ for, but you might just like it here.” A heat flushed through Gabriela as she grew a pair of small horns and a spaded tail. *************** After two years of working at the Devil’s casino, Gabriela couldn’t help but agree with what they had said back then, she really did like it here. It wasn’t a perfect job, not even close, but she like her co-workers and got paid enough to deal with the rude or handsy customers—especially since her manager’s were willing to actually take her side when she stood up to an especially bad one. The best part though? That would have to be the “health benefits.” It turns out that the succubi aren’t given those sexualized bodies when they start, but instead are able to “upgrade” themselves as they wished. Of course there was an incentive to make yourself sexier to improve tips, but the clientele are diverse enough that even girls with less conventional ideals didn’t feel overly pressured to turn themselves into sexpot bimbos—especially since the base pay was already more than acceptable. Of course Gabriela had made ample use of this service. She hadn’t considered herself unattractive before, But when given free reign to transform yourself in any what you wished? There wasn’t a person alive that wouldn't make at least a few changes, and Gabriela made far more than a few. While a few of the girls went for more out-there forms, Gabriela was more than happy with a more traditional succubus look. She had grown her little nubs into sweeping horns and grown herself a pair of sexy bat-wings on her back. Her feet where now cloven goat hooves with violet fur that slipped up her ankles. A red tinge had been added to her brown skin, completing her otherworldly appearance. Of course she also had wondrous curves, what kind of succubus didn’t have fat tits and a massive ass? The only real deviation from the cultural idea of a succubus was her four tails, a spade, club, heart, and diamond adorning their tips, something she had done because she found herself sitting at the card tables far more often then not nowadays. She, ironically, had quite a knack for blackjack. As she leaned forwards to give the players at her table a view of her cleavage as she dealt out the first hands. She could already tell from the way they were practically drooling over her that this would be yet another easy game. Maybe she’ll see one of them with pair of horns soon. It had been a while since a new girl came on.
October 13, 2026 at 9:08 PM
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#VividShadows Day 12: Mask

The crown princess enjoys the first day at a masquerade where your identity is magically concealed.

Features: Dom/Sub play, Breast/butt growth, dullahan transformation, shrinking, and other miscellaneous TFs.

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The Opaque Masquerade was in full swing. Members from every noble house in the kingdom had gathered for a week-long celebration hosted by The Duke of Faerwen. Of all the many parties marking a nobles calendar, this was by far the most important—even the royal ball struggled to match its attendance numbers. This prestige was earned wholly off the back of Duke Faerwen’s incredible skill when it came to creating magical items—more specifically, his kingdom-famous Masks of True Anonymity. The wearer of one of these masks was unable to be recognized by any means. Every guest was given masks for them and their servants upon arrival and were required by the rules to keep theirs on at all times in public, all but ensuring a quick decent into debauched revelry. To crown princess Sofia Laeldrin, it was the greatest time of year. A week where she no longer need pretend to be some innocent young waif that faints at the mere idea of a cock and could indulge her every horny whim without fear of social consequence. Sofia’s parents would never allow her to attend, of course. despite themselves attending every year. So long as she left after and returned before them however she trusted none of the castle servants would tattle on her. The only other issue was the very real risk of unknowingly “encountering” her parents. Thankfully one of Faerwen’s daughters was more than willing to sabotage the masks prepared for her parents so she would be able to recognize them and their servants. As soon as she arrived, Sofia dismissed the maids she had brought with her and gave them free reign to do as they pleased until it came time to leave. Less than an hour later and she had already managed to leash three women, two blondes (one human and one faun) and a red-furred catfolk, stripped naked save their collars and masks. The trio obediently trotted behind her, on two legs for now, as she kept her eyes out for any potential necks to slip her remaining collars around, but sadly didn’t find any. Sofia always got such a thrill seeing people willingly choose to become her pet. As crown princess she wielded authority only second to her parents, so it was only natural people did as she desired. Here however, she was not Sofia Laeldrin. The power of her identity was nullified by the mask she wore and yet she was still able to convince three people to surrender themselves to her whims. For all they knew she was a common servant set free to do as she pleased by her master, much like she had done to her own maids but she radiated an aura of domination potent enough that they all begged for their collars. Resigning herself to only the three pets for now, Sofia headed off to one of the “toy closets,” rooms stocked with magic items freely available to all guests. As she browsed the tables she kept an eye on her pets, making note of any items their gazes lingered on and, after handed off their leashes to a scantily dressed attendant, made a second round to make her selections in secret. With a bag full of magic and her pets back in hand, Sofia found a comfortable lounge that wasn’t too crowded. One of the women inside showed interest in her pets, but shook her head and went back to making out with her partner when Sofia pulled out a collar. A shame, she had made sure to grab extra magic just in case. Regardless, she settled down on a wide sofa in the corner and ordered her pets to kneel down before her. Sofia couldn’t help but grow aroused at the sight of three grown woman all staring at her like puppies, each on silently begging to be given their “gifts” first. It was a truly difficult decision, but in the end she decided the catfolk would be her first canvas and put the blondes to work servicing her tits. For her kitty Sofia had procured two items: a black horse-cock strap-on that fused with the wearers body and a choker that that made the wearers head removable. The former she had caught her pet starting at, but the later was something she took her her own amusement. Of course the obedient cat had no complaints and eagerly let Sofia put both items on her. Soon the princess had the headless body tied up beside her, cock pointed into the air so she could stroke it whenever she wanted a reaction from the furry head eating her out. The faun had clearly shown interest in the various items capable of enlarging her somewhat lacking curves. Of course the princess found her more than attractive as-is—she wouldn't have collared her otherwise—but she had still picked out potions of butt and breast growth for her sweet little faun. Of course she had also mixed in a shrinking potion, but she heard no complaints from the now goblin-sized woman with giantess-sized assets now serving as her footstool. Last but certainly not least was the human woman, clearly worked up after seeing her fellow pets get transformed. There wasn’t a single item that she looked at that hadn’t made her blush. She was someone who got off on the very idea of being transformed, no matter what she was turned into. A perfect match for a Sofia, who loved nothing more than transforming people into whatever she wished. It was almost a shame that she couldn’t know who this person was so she could collar them permanently like they so clearly wished to be. For now Sofia settled for something fairly straightforwards: A canine transformation to turn her into a proper pet. She knew with absolute certainty that this woman wouldn’t take of her collar until forced by the end off the Masquerade so she was fine starting off small. Faerwen never put out any of the truly interesting magic on the first few days anyway. After an hour or so of enjoying herself, Sofia decided to have another look around to see if she could find any takers for her remaining collars. The cat blindly tottered behind her, head tied to force a constant deep-throat of her own cock, while the faun rode on the back of the human-turned dog-girl as she crawled after on all fours. Hopefully a trio of lovingly transformed pets would help attract people. Before Sofia even left the room she was grabbed by the woman that had turned her down earlier, clearly having been convinced by the show she had put on. Her hand eagerly slipped down into her bag, pulling out a collar as she considered what her newest pet was to become.
October 12, 2026 at 9:53 PM
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#VividShadows Day 11: Alal

A former nun writes about her experience after being "tempted" by a demon.

Features: No sex? and no TFs either? There was definitely supposed to be some here. Just imagine a cute Asexual nun writing this while her demon GF poses sexily in the background.

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The head priestess of my cathedral always said to never listen to a demon. That, as tempting as their ideas might be, they will always take far more than they ever give. But does that not describe the church itself? My days there were spent scrubbing floors, trimming hedges, and washing dishes with any free time expected to be used praying to God so I can go to heaven when I die. My whole life taken for the mere promise of paradise. The demons they so readily admonish however? They have given me community, friendship, and love and all they ask is the same in return. I am allowed to speak with my fellows without fear of the head priestess's belt. There is no constant worry that any deviation from what is expected will be reported and punished, that someone you thought was your friend would betray you for the ephemeral praise of your superiors. I see none of the evils the church claims as I walk the streets. No blood sacrifices, no wanton thuggery, no burning flags. The one truth out of all the many lies is the orgies, but these are not the wicked rituals spoken of in the scriptures where countless young virgins are deflowered against their will in a hedonistic ritual, performed out in the streets for all to watch. There are rules both stated and diligently enforced to ensure no one is taken advantage of. A simple “no thank you” has always been enough to dissuade anyone getting too familiar with me—something that cannot be said about any of the annual harvest festivals I had been allowed to attend. It was certainly scandalizing the first time I witnessed one of these parties but demons simply have a much different view on sex. To them it is not a sacred act to be done only between a husband and wife, nor a rite of passage boys must do to truly become men. It is simply a normal part of life. A way for people to show their love to others. But neither is the lack of sexual desire considered a sin either, instead just another part of the diverse beauty of life. That is perhaps the most central part of demon culture: that the differences between people are beautiful. Demons are, of course, a far more varied people than humans. I do not think I have seen any two that resemble each other as closely as any two humans might—with the exception of a few sets of identical siblings. It would of course be easy to point to this physical diversity as the reason for their more accepting ways, but that seems far too simplistic for my taste. Demon myth and folklore present them as a myriad of once separate people forced to unite by human aggression, and many historians seem to believe there is at least some truth to that idea. But if Demons are not, in truth, evil monsters then why does the church villainize them so? The reason, as had been made profoundly obvious during my time spent among them, is simply that they present a life far more worth living. A life where the work you do is rewarded appropriately, where your differences from others are celebrated rather than scorned, where the focus is on making this life as filled with joy as possible rather than promising paradise in the next. The church to paints demons as vile tempters because it is so easily believed. You hear about their way of life, how much happier they seem, and assume that there must be a catch. There must be some immoral sacrifice being made. Because if joy was truly so abundant, why would the church hoard it so greedily? To any that might read my words. To all those who toil away for the benefit of useless nobles and corrupt cardinals. You need not live a life of misery in service of those who see you as less than people. A better life is possible. One where you are beholden not to any church or God but to the people around you, your neighbours and kin. It is not a perfect life, but does it need to be? All I ask is that, when next you find yourself tempted by the allure of demons, you consider just how much they have to give and how truly little you have to take.
October 11, 2026 at 9:11 PM
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#VividShadows Day 10: Multiverse

A mad scientist has finally finished her greatest invention: A gateway capable of connecting to alternate universes.

Features: Human on feral dragon sex

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Day 10 – Multiverse As the growling dragon stepped through her inter-universal gateway, Professor Bella Harken was forced choose between celebrating her invention’s success or fleeing in terror at the beast stalking towards her. As far as dragons went it was on the small side, but that still meant it was about the size of a large horse—a horse was covered head to toe in a sea of amethyst scales. Its wicked talons clacked against the metal lab floor as it stalked closer, golden eyes occasionally flicking over to look at a piece of equipment or poster before moving back to stare at Bella. When its spaded tail knocked over a beaker she used the distraction to make a break for the exit, only for the beast to bound over and cut her off. Just as Bella had accepted the fact she was about to be eaten by the monster she had inadvertently summoned to this word the door cracked open and Azure, her assistant, girlfriend, and frequent test-subject crashed into the room. Her blue hair was a frazzled mess as she brandished a metal pipe. The stained lab coat she was wearing fluttered behind her like a heroes billowing cape when she charged forwards, a warcry on her lips; however her charge was cut short by a surprised shout, “Azzy!? Azure looked over at Bella, but she certainly hadn’t been the one to shout. She looked around the room, searching for whoever this mystery voice could be, only to quickly realize that it was the dragon that had just spoken. “Is that really you, Azuralia? ************* “Sorry again for my initial aggression.” spoke Bellatruxzalmaat (Bella for short), the dragon now standing beside one of the labs tables, “In the moment I didn’t even consider that my inter-dimensional gateway spell had actually worked and assumed I had been magically kidnapped by humans somehow.” “No worries, as a human myself I know full well how nasty we can be. No harm, no foul as far as I’m concerned.” replied Bella (Belladonna for long), one hand folded beneath the table as she took a sip of her coffee. “Honestly it should have occurred to at least one of us that some of our,” Dragon Bella let out a shaky moan as she thrust her cock deep into Azure’s ass, her scaly balls slapping audibly against the human’s rear, “alternate selves might have been also working on a way to travel between dimensions. And the fact our simultaneous attempts might resonate and,” Another moan slipped past her lips as she felt Azure orgasm beneath her, “breach the intra-dimensional rift seems obvious in hindsight.” “I’m still impressed it only took,” Human Bella tightened her lips as a lusty groan passed through her body as she came into Azuralia—the blue-scaled dragoness whose head she was currently holding against her crotch, “three hours to reverse engineer the phenomena and form a stable gateway between universes. I guess it just proves,” her voice hitched as Azuralia cast a spell that reset her refractory period and resumed her blowjob, “That no matter the universe, whether magic or science, Bella truly is the smartest person in the world!” “Just like how, whether human or dragon,” Dragon Bella let out a soft roar as she filled Azure’s guts to bursting with her steaming hot dragon cum, “Azzy is still the best cocksleeve one could ask for.” “Though as a woman of science,” human Bella stood up, Azuralia grumbling a complaint as the cock she was sucking pulled away, and sauntered over to the universal gateway’s control panel—which had been hastily refitted with glowing crystals and magic circles, “It would be an insult to the scientific method to not gather as much data as possible before coming to that conclusion.” “Right you are!” Purred dragon Bella as she slid out of the groaning Azure and moved to help her alternate self recalibrate the gateway.
October 10, 2026 at 9:34 PM
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#VividShadows Day 9: Echidna

The Mother of Monsters bestows the gift of monsterhood onto one of her worshippers.

Features: Transformation through Unbirth, Monstergirl transformation (Cerberus), Breastfeeding, Weight Gain and Multi Cock/Breast/Head.

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Day 9 – Echidna Inside the walls of the temple, an orgy of monstrous figures swarmed before the imposing figure of their goddess, the Mother of Monsters Echidna. Even against the myriad forms of her worshippers, most of which were taller than any human, Echidna stood out. Her humanoid half lay sprawled across her long, cushioned throne, inky black hair draped across her constantly leaking breasts and taught, pregnant belly. Her padded hips and waist led into the immense—in both length and girth—snake tail she had instead of legs that coiled around her temples entire floor. Wherever her tail lay her worshippers rubbed, kissed, hugged, and humped against its green and red-spotted scales. It was into this that a single human clothed in pure white garb was escorted. A tall minotaur woman walked before her, ensuring that the rutting bodies parted so she could make her way to stand before Echidna. As she sees the newcomer approach, the goddess’s hands move away from milking herself to fold beneath her chin, a warm, motherly smile brightening her face. “To think your time has already come, my sweet Korina. It feels like it was just yesterday that you arrived at the temple. And yet you have changed so much in your years of service as well.” Echidna’s slitted pupils fell the girl, roving over her plump figure in equal parts love, lust, and admiration, “You were nothing but skin and bones when I first welcomed you, but now you look so healthy!” She let out a deep belly-laugh that turned into a nostalgic sigh, “I can only hope that my presence has been as wonderful a part of your life as yours has been mine.” Echidna’s countenance regained a veneer of divinity as she rose from her seat, “But today is not a day to be spent ruminating on the past, is it? Instead we are here to celebrate the future! While I consider all who live within my temple—human or monster—as equally worthy of my love, you have chosen to take the next step.” Echidna’s tail wove its way through the intensifying orgy as the goddess descended upon the human before her. She lifted Korina up and showered her in full-body kisses as she used her long, forked tongue to peel off her clothing. “It brings me no small joy to know you trust so much, just as much as it saddens me to know you feel trapped within that ill-fitting body.” Echidna lowered Korina down so she might drink her fill of the goddess’s endless ambrosia and gain the energy necessary for what came next. “But today that changes! today you shall be reborn!” The mass of Echidna’s worshippers let out a cheer as Korina was brought down to the person-sized slit that opened just below where the goddess's skin and scales met and slid effortlessly inside. As Korina was pulled down Echidna's tail, her body was filled with the goddess's magic. As her body started shift she wondered what form she would take. She had always felt alone, ignored by even those who by all rights should have been duty bound to care for her. Even safe within the body of the goddess that had saved her, she found it difficult to look back on her life before arriving at the temple. If humanity choose to reject her, then she would gladly reject her humanity. Fur bristled across Korina’s limbs as her transformation began in earnest. With every clench of Echidna's inner walls she felt her body swell larger and wider. The plump figure she had come to cherish was thankfully not lost even as she felt muscled grow. If anything she felt her body grow rounder, softer, and more plush than it had been. Her newly grown tail squeezed between her expanding rear and the narrowing passage surrounding her at the same time her swelling cock found itself pressed into her rotund belly. Korina could feel more changes across her body, but she found the feeling of her cock rubbing between Echidna's soft insides and her equally soft outsides too distracting to pay attention. Using what little range of motion her situation left her with, she began to thrust her hips wildly, an orgasm quickly building within her body as she was pulled further down her goddess's tail. At the moment of her climax she felt an disorienting tug on both sides of her head, and found herself moaning in triplicate. Before she could make sense of this final transformation, the tunnel before her was bathed in a blinding light. She found herself being birthed from the end of Echidna's tail, the goddess's coils shielding her from the surrounding revelry for the moment. “Oh my! Dear sweet Korina, you look so beautiful! Better than I even hoped to imagine!” Spoke Echidna, reaching back to retrieve a mirror from behind her throne. As Korina pulled herself to her feet, she found her vision swimming. Her surroundings blurred across each other as she leaned against Echidna's sturdy tail for support. It was just as the mirror descended in front of her that her sight righted itself, allowing her to see what her problem had been with crystal clarity. She had three heads. That was not the only thing Korina now had three of either, as a new breast now sat alongside her original ones atop her bulging stomach and a trio of thick cocks hung down against her furry, jiggling thighs. The more the three-headed dog-woman stared at herself, the more perfect this body felt. She was massive, not just because of her wide figure but also because she was almost twice her previous height. No one could possibly ignore her now, even among the diverse ranks of the temples monsters she would stand out. “““Thank you so much Echidna, I love my new body!””” Korina said from all three heads at once. “That is all I ever wish for.” As she slithered back to her throne, Echidna watch Korina as she was swarmed by her new “siblings” all of them eager to help her explore herself. A hand reached down to rub her gravid stomach. She hoped her child would be born soon enough to meet her precious worshippers.
October 10, 2026 at 12:43 AM
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#VividShadows Day 8: Archfey

A Fairy King finds the reward requested by a mortal boring and decides to have a bit of fun and see just how deep her desires go.

Features: Monstergirl TF (Centaur), unaware TF, giantess/muscle growth, hyper cock/breast growth, and multi arms/breast.

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Day 8: Archfey It had been many decades since a human last stood before the King of Summer. The last he could recall was the man who had been arrogant enough to try and steal one of his wives—and been turned into her pet as punishment. However, This human was here to be rewarded, not punished. She had found one of his servants injured out in the woods and selflessly escorted them back. “G-greetings, oh... splendiferous... King of Summer. I am Anne Green... of Toronto.” said the woman, giving her best impression of a bow. Were this human a member of the court the King of Summer might have taken offence at such a pathetic and floundering attempt at courtesy. From a human, however, it was quite amusing, cute even. “As gratitude for rescuing one of my court I shall grant you a boon. Simply name your desires and I shall make it yours.” “Anything? ...oh great Fairy King.” “So long as it is within my vast power. Though I doubt anything a mortal might ask to be beyond me.” The woman stood in thought for a moment before her face became flush and she muttered out a meek “Could you make my breasts bigger?” The King of Summer couldn’t help but laugh. To think a human would ask so minor a boon of him. Not that he couldn’t understand, his own breasts were wonderful and this woman’s were fairly small—even by human standards, but she could have wished for so much more. “W-well you see it’s been two years since I started-” Began the woman, only to be interrupted by a dismissive wave of the King of Summer’s hand. “I am not making fun of you and I do not care to hear your reasons. If this is what you wish then I shall gladly grant it.” As the King of Summer went to cast his spell however, a flicker of fae mischief caught in his mind, and he found himself unable to resist the temptation. With a snap of his fingers the the woman’s breasts became massive, jiggling globes that her shirt barely managed to wrap around. Despite having several kilograms of extra weight suddenly added to her body however, the woman didn’t react at all. “It seems strange to me, however to request something that you already have in plenty.” said the King of Summer, an amused grin on his face. He hadn't been planning on tricking this human, she had truly done his court a valuable service, but could this even be counted as a trick? She got what she wanted—and he was even going to give her a second boon at that! Hardly an unfair trade. “Y-yeah I’m not sure what I was thinking, sorry. Any bigger and I would probably not even fit in my car.” The way her face crinkled in confusion as she adjusted her clothes brought the fairy king no small joy, though he did momentarily wonder if her idea of “bigger breasts” was smaller than his. “I’ve always wanted to be taller, a lot of other trans gals don’t like being tall but I think I would look really nice with a few more inches.” It was another trivial and individually boring request—all humans looked small to the towering fey—so the King of Summer again felt the call of his trickster nature and left the human unaware when he snapped his fingers. “Though it might be hard to fit through doors if you do that...” mused the seven foot tall woman, “Sorry for being so indecisive, oh great fairy king, but could you instead make me stronger? I’ve always been a little lanky and I think the amazon look would fit me really well. The King of Summer could no longer help himself, something about this game he had started was deeply compelling. What would she request next? What desires existed beyond her immediate physical inadequacies? His free hand slid up to one of his breasts as he began to feel aroused at the idea of how this might end. Another snap of his finger’s and the human was now so completely ripped that his magic saw fit to alter her clothes into a slightly less ill-fitting sleeveless shirt and stretchy pants that hugged her shapely legs. “You know what, that’s a little silly. I’ve always been proud of my gym routine, and wouldn't want to take some magical shortcut.” The woman stopped to think again, eyes sliding over her body as they looked for any perceived imperfection. Her cheeks once again flushed as she looked back towards the King of Summer, “Could you give me a bigger dick? The only-” The King of Summer didn’t even let her finish speaking before snapping his fingers. The sight of the humans pants-straining bulge—big enough to make even his most endowed spouses blush—made the King of Summer’s slit moisten. With every snap of his fingers he found himself leaning forwards, eager to hear what desire this mortal might voice next so that he could unknowingly grant it for her. This show was made all the more arousing by the fact that, her own lusts stoked, the woman’s desires took a far more exotic turn. “I think having extra arms would be really cool.” “People joke about me being ‘hung like a horse,’ could you make that literal?” “Fuck, I love these tits so much, what if you gave me four of them?” “hah, hah, I couldn’t help but notice those sexy doe-taurs wandering around. What if you made me a centaur to match my horsecock? “Fuck it! Make me even bigger! I barely fit through doors anyways!” By now the King of Summer was openly fingering himself, not even trying to be subtle about his growing lust towards the figure before him. The human—if she could even still be considered one at this point—had similarly lost herself to her desires, her three-foot long horse-cock loudly slapping against her tauric undercarriage while her four arms each groped a breasts. “God I’m so fucking horny. Please. Can I fuck you? Your so goddamn fucking hot and I need to cum! The King of Summer rose from his throne and stepped down. He was a little taken aback when he realized that the human was now a bit taller than him, but he couldn’t deny that it was turning him on even more. This mortal—that beast—was a work of art. A lurid sculpture chiselled from the finest marble and granted life. He didn’t even question it when he turned around and bent over his throne, presenting his dripping pussy to the incredible creature he had helped create. “That is a boon I am more than happy to grant.”
October 8, 2026 at 9:29 PM
hauntedarmour.bsky.social
#VividShadows Day 7 - Wolpertinger

A couple head deep into the woods for their six-month anniversary and one of them has a secret they're planning to share.

Features: A quick transformation into a chimeric anthro and a the beginning of an F/NB sex scene at the end.

#HauntedWrites
Day 7: Wolpertinger Casey was getting worried. She and her partner Quinn had been walking deeper into the woods for almost thirty minutes and the idea that they were luring her out here to kill her was starting to feel less like a joke with every passing minute. It didn’t help that any time she tried to strike up a conversation and hopefully ease the unbearable tension it quickly petered out because Quinn was clearly lost in their own thoughts. The two of them had been dating for six months now and had really connected, meeting at a local furry convention and bonding over shared interests. She didn’t want to think all that time they had been secretly marinating her, but the way they were getting noticeably more twitchy and nervous—constantly glancing over at her as if to make sure she was still there—was setting off alarm bells. Thankfully before Casey’s imagination could run wild and send her fleeing off into the woods they arrived at their destination: a beautiful moonlit clearing. Casey’s building dread slowly evaporated as Quinn laid out a blanket and started arranging sandwiches and brownies. By the time they were both seated Casey started feeling really stupid for even thinking her partner was capable of such a thing. They’re nerves were obviously just them worrying about whether or not she would like their cooking or something like that. The couple sat and ate in silence for a short while, shoulders rubbing up against each other as they gazed up at the sky. “I really love looking at the night sky.” said Quinn, “That’s the one thing I regret about moving to the city—you can’t see the stars.” “Yeah... I always forget how full the sky looks without all the light pollution hiding it. Thanks for taking me out here...” After swallowing another bite of her sandwich Casey suddenly burst out laughing. “What is is?” asked Quinn, starting to giggle themselves. “It’s just...” Casey took a moment to stem her laughter, “For a little while there I almost thought you were luring me out into the woods to, I don’t know, murder me or something.” Quinn couldn’t help but laugh at that, “Oh jeez, could you imagine? How would I even pull that off, your so much taller than me. I would be flat on my back in seconds! “Ha! Fair enough, but what if you were a werewolf or something? It is a full moon out—you could be about to turn into a hulking beast any moment now!” Quinn’s laughter suddenly became strained “Haha! Yeah...” They took a big bite of their sandwich and chewed it awkwardly for as long as they could. The conversation died off for a bit, the couple content to enjoy each others presence as they ate. Eventually however Quinn broke the silence once again, their voice stuttering and nervous. “You know, I did have an ulterior motive for bringing you out this far... Besides stargazing, that is.” Casey gave Quinn a questioning look, “...and that is???” After a deep, stabilizing breath Quinn stood up, walked a few steps away, and turned to face Casey. “We’ve reached a point in our relationship where I feel like I need to tell you something. It’s really strange and I’ve been a little worried about how you’ll take it, but I would feel uncomfortable going forwards without telling you. But I need you to promise not to tell anyone else without asking me first, all right?” A few joking responses flitted through Casey’s mind, but the serious look on Quinn’s face dissuaded her from making fun, “I promise.” Quinn took a moment to prepare themselves before muttering a few incomprehensible phrases and wiping a hand over themselves, their entire body changing before Casey’s eyes. The person standing before Casey was still obviously Quinn. Their clothes—a beige sweater and jeans—were (mostly) the same and the their familiar, androgynous figure lay beneath, but now they had an antlered rabbit head, hands that resembled vulpine paws, a bushy squirrel tail, taloned bird feet and even a pair of wings coming out of their back. It took Casey a moment to process what had just happened. She looked up and down Quinn’s form, mind racing at all of the different things this could mean. Eventually however, she realized something. Something that seemed obvious in hindsight. “Is that your fucking fursona!?” Quinn had tried to prepare for all of the potential reactions Casey might have had—shock, fear, disgust, anger(and even a few positive ones as well)—but they were caught completely off guard. They turn into a fantasy creature right before her eyes and that is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. It was ridiculous, a completely senseless reaction to the situation. But, in hindsight, exactly what they should have expected of her. Casey stood up and trundled over to Quinn as they laughed at her question, pulling them into a hug, one they eagerly returned. They were then pulled into a kiss, made slightly awkward by Quinn’s snout. “Don’t get me wrong, I want a proper explanation. But if you thought this would drive a furry away then you clearly haven’t been paying enough attention to the group chat.” “Well you see, there’s this spell that makes it so other people-” Quinn was cut off when Casey slid a hand down to their crotch and squeezed the unmissable bulge that hadn’t been present before they dispelled their glamour. “The explanation can wait, I want to see if your just as good with this cock as you are in all that art you’ve commissioned.” The way Casey all but threw them down onto the blanket and started stripping them bare made Quinn feel a little stupid for thinking their girlfriend react any differently to seeing their true form. There was, of course, plenty of things they had to tell her about the supernatural world, but that could wait. There would be plenty of time to talk after they were down making love beneath the stars.
October 7, 2026 at 9:19 PM