3.14|Nexus in the Neighborhood

 

3.14|Nexus in the Neighborhood

 

Mika walked the grimy streets alone. Her school had shut down the campus for reasons unknown, pertaining to visions the White Warden had. Outside of that incident, the world seemed otherwise the same. Mika had strange flashbacks of a meeting she could hardly remember, a lifetime faded into nothingness. The 18 year old Ward student walked along the streets, following her thoughts. She had no real reason to be out, only to be in the streets and think. It was then the girl saw a shadow standing. "Who are you?" She asked.

The shadow stood up, becoming less humanoid and more solid. Sleek and shiny, yet with flowing 12 ft hair, razor spikes on their shoulders and arms, long claws and a metallic metal jaw approached Mika. "S-stay back!" She yelled.

Razorwire grinned, swiftly throwing their arms about. Thin steel wires cut the signs around the street and scarred slices in the surrounding walls. "AaaaaAAAaah!" Mika closed her eyes and started to concentrate, unleashing pellets of water at her attacker. Razorwire cut them with crackling glee and leapt from wall to wall, circling Mika ever closer. The sheeny exterior of its outfit looked worn by growths and mutations, their legs extended like an antelopes. When they pinned down Mika and breathed down her neck, hot steam was bellowed out, the sound of gears within turning. They raised their lanky, wilted arms to strike.

A Halberd found itself thrust into their back. Razorwire convulsed with electricity, another figure yanking on the chains until it stopped moving. They reached into the back of its head, yanked a crystalline core and plucked it out, the fiend disintegrating after.

Mika's heart struggled to resume pace. The figure retrieved their Halberd and helped Mika up, their hair neon green with pink hairdye within, piercings and neon makeup. Their body was clad a rubber bodysuit with a vinyl maxi skirt, figure well-toned and athletic with long arms and legs. Around their waist was a metal pendant, on which three circular metal discs, with a black and white circle in between. The girl blew bubblegum and popped a violet bubble.

"Sup."

Mika looked up. "H-hi?"

She folded her arms. "I'm Gretta.”

"What was that?"

"That Blinded? They get around." She looked down at Mika, brows raising.

"And so do you apparently.. where'd you get that?"

She saw the emblem with six leaves.

"I.." Mika struggled to place it. "Don't remember."

"You're one of us?" Gretta asked.

"S-stay back!"

"I think you don't have much choice." Gretta turned to a wall and sung sing-song. "All baby birds leave~the~nest~" snapped her fingers three times, a large swirling portal appearing behind the two. Mika glanced back and forth between Gretta and the streets behind her.

"C'mere." Gretta ran in, a reluctant Mika following suit.

As they arrived in the large portal, a dark figure began to rise. They were surrounded by blackness, yet for Gretta it was a familiar shape, one they had seen many times before. "What is that?!"

"A Blackbird. One of the Eyes of the Black Warden. It's a sign. You're in the

right place." Mika walked to the figure.

"A, Black Warden? There's no such  thing as a Black Warden!" Mika said,

noticing the immensely alien landscape around them.

Gretta smirked, her body shifting with the twirl of a disc top to bottom. Smooth horns appeared atop her head along with the pure glossy contours of pitchblack latex, only interceded by stripes of gleaming color. Every part of her body turned to the latex substance, it forming a bodysuit that then coated her arms, legs and riding up her face.

Mika started to back away afraid and felt hands on her, the cold latex material melting her to the soothing touch. She looked at her with wide eyes. "Who are you?"

"I'm Gretta Grocermier and that's The Blackbird. We are called Jezinkahs, the Eyes of the Black Warden. Acolytes of the Void Queens. We look after the Solar Society, keeping it in balance. You received that emblem, so you are a candidate, so come with us. Our power is in our eyes. We can see the end of the world, the end of time."

What was happening? Mika couldn't make sense of any of this. She ran back in the opposite direction sprinting for her life in this strange landscape, seeing a throne up ahead, the great Blackbird watching her up a wilted tree, even at half its size. In a panicked rush, she tripped and fell into a soggy puddle of inky nectar. She could feel her body begin to seize as the latex serenaded her everywhere, dripping and pouring all across her body, pouring her down under. Liquid rubber poured from her mouth, she coughed and gagged. The image of a Blackbird was etched in her mind, as if it were burned into the retina of her eyes. She screamed, her voice becoming deeper.

Mika fell to the cold, rocky bottom of the pool, her eyes rolling in her head. "F-forever... the end of time." Gretta watched, Mika's eyes fluttered and closed. Her body stretched, two protrusions grew out her head. Her chest was expanding, she tried to hold on tight to consciousness while new feelings and ideas welded to her mind. Servitude. Manipulation. Lust and loyalty. Her limbs expanded, being perfectly coated in the thick slosh of the tar-like shell encasing and pressurizing against her. She slowly rose up very very different, a slinky jester-like minx of a woman, fully grown.

Mika's now bright yellow-hazel eyes widened and she looked at the emblem.

 "Six leaves, the symbol of The Black Order. The people in charge of the

 Society are called The Black Order of Hemlock."

Gretta said. She pulled Mika forward until she could separate from the mass of rippling rubber. The coating was so tight, she could hear the material slurping and squelching when she yanked away out of the bog, her body was sealed so tightly into the material that it was like the old Mika ceased to exist. She stood up, still dripping and looked down at her reflection.

That was the first time she had seen the new appearance of herself. It wasn't a human figure, more of a bizarre insect, a woman wearing a large latex carapace shell that wrapped her body and was made out of a rubbery substance, going even up over the back of head and scalp like a jester's cowl raising into two horns. Her arms resembled a supermodel's limbs glued to the wings of a butterfly, fluttering in midair, going all the around her back like a nun's cowl.

A strange instinct perked up within her. She giggled and giggled until the material began to crackle and leak out of her, and the carapace fell aside- revealing her entire body was made of pitch black rubber with yellow stripes.

"A-alright. I know it looks bizarre but it is you." Gretta said, pointing to her

 eye. "Why?!" She was startled by her own voice.

"It's a gift of the Void Queens. We give them what they need to become one

with their surroundings. We become one with their will."

Mika looked down, ignoring the growing heat in her newfound breasts and loins. Her reflection, looked nearly identical to Gretta's in all its devilesque imagery, sans her stripes being yellow instead of orange. Mika couldn't believe what she was looking at. She resembled some fully grown woman clad in tight latex, her pale white face as smooth and sheeny as a mask. When she pulled at it, it wouldn't bulge - confirming it was her new face. The girl pinched and pulled at the tight, taut rubber coating her everywhere, only for it to snap back, slapping and squeaking the same as before.

"Welcome to your first day as a Jezinkah, sister." Gretta told her, nudging and

groping her affectionately.

"Jez..in..kah.." Mika repeated dazed, as if merely saying it had a comforting,

hypnotic ring to it.

"Mhmm.." Gretta soothed her back. Others that looked exactly like her, identical to her shape and appearance sans differing colored stripes began to emerge and help Gretta's efforts. Mika feared she could get lost in this crowd, there rubbing, squeaky mingling and kisses getting her body hot as could be.

The sight of her breasts began to swell, and she couldn't help but begin to feel aroused by the touch and caress of so many of, her? Of others around her. The two that stood up were almost a mirror image of her. More arrived. They all looked just like her, and she like them. The utter oblivion of her identity, the lack of resolve in differentiating her spiked the pleasure coursing through her body. Before she knew it, the new Jezinkah was kissing the one that was formerly the punkish Gretta, atleast she thought it was her. It easily could've been a different one. She didn't know.

The sound of lips locking, her crotch thrusting and pivoting and body squishing

under squeaky substances pushed Mika off the deepend of bliss.

A wave of pleasure rushed over her, engulfing her, her body throbbing, she felt the gush of hot fluid surge from her core. She arched her back and let out a wild giggle, a small stream of semen spilling out between her legs and running over her pubic hair and over her breasts. Her core tingled, a warm wetness on her lips, like melted candle wax.

The new and familiar Jezinkahs stood, as she began to slide and writhe as the orgasm hit her. Her body jerked and shuddered, her face contorting in ways no one had ever witnessed before.

The feeling of a massive orgasm and the aftershocks of it were exhilarating

and terrifying all at once. She was one of the new Jezinkahs.

After breaking her in, they took her to a nearby, giant crystal dome shaped throne. Inside it was a single crystal of ice with a circle of small, green-blue gems, and a clear-water fountain in the center. It glowed like a large crystal. The Queen who sat atop the throne was like the one Gretta brought her to before, tall and skinny, with blonde hair streaked with brown, a white cloak over her shoulders, and she herself had a large, round bottomed, crown of diamonds and rubies that rested atop her thin, almost boyish face.

The Prophet took a look at her emblem, then the Jezinkah's yellow stripes.

Mercy, the Void Queen of Light smiled. "Another one of mine~"