3.16|Kill your Virality

 

3.16|Kill your Virality

 

The young Mannerly couldn’t believe any of this, even after these weeks and everything she’d been informed of. She ran to a mirror in the bathroom and got a look at her ridiculous look, she was a freaky jester with demon horns. Some kind of glossy clown. The girl saw a strange abomination on the other side who hated herself and couldn’t make sense of what she’d become, and she could only watch helplessly as she was falling in line with the others in this insane school.

She heard a squeak, the sound of someone entering the room. Side by side, another Jezinkah made her presence known to Mika. The girl revealed herself.

“Sup?” She said. “Gretta?!” The girl revealed herself.

Her appearance, just like Mika’s reminded her of when she’d saved her from the dreadful demon. Razorwire. She’d heard Mercy talk about the important role of Black Wardens and Jezinkah’s take the fight directly to them – Hot Halls, Bigg You, Streislasher, the Arctic Kaiser, Baroness Lightress, the MechaBunny guild, Mistress Mindwipe, Hellbee, the Sleryn of the spacerot, Mogega, Sir Eulogy, Ciper Shores, Frigglish Reckoning, Sum Smoochums, Business Bovine, Stepford Sadistia, Glittersnatcher, Miss Formality.

The names of many of the most infamous Blinded that threatened existence, governed by the corruption of their individual desires. She was afraid to believe this, to think that any of it was real. That she had to fight the blindingly dangerous monsters of the world with little training and in ridiculous, grotesque forms.

And she'd have to fight all of them someday, to hunt them and bring them to justice.

"How you holding up, Mika? I know it feels really weird at first, but you'd be surprised how fast you get used to it."

"I guess." She ran her rubbery hands all over the extremely smooth, seamless latex along her body, going up to her bald cowl, patting her horns.

"Mystical new star hovering in the sky.." Mika replied with a shrug. "Mercy said it's coming this way, and she has to prepare for it."

Gretta nodded. "Yeah but the world could end at any moment and we’ll all be thrown into hell. You’d think that would change things, but classes resume as usual." She leaned over, watching Mika concentrate and began to shift into different forms. Mika morphed into Mercy, then into the owner of a coffeeshop she'd seen, the other students, a boy she bumped into, and then into her mother Miss Mannerly. She flashed and resumed the static appearance of a Jezinkah, her face like a white, cold pale rubber mask.

"You already said you wanted to do this to take care of your family. To fight the Blinded so your loved ones don't perish."

Mika fidgeted, still unable to recognize herself in this fiendish forms. "What am I supposed to do otherwise? Takeover a bank? Repurpose myself to replace someone's daughter? How can we just, do this to people.."

Gretta patted her head. "It helps people. Maybe it seems manipulative but, we improve jobs. Communities. Jezinkahs have been great mothers. And daughters too. We've put away horrible incompetent politicians and put better ones in place. We're scaffolding them to raise them up slowly. Those protests between the Towerists and the Hexists downtown last week? If we hadn't replaced the chief months ago, it'd have turned into a violent riot and sputtered out of control. There are so many of us everywhere, you wouldn’t even know it."

"But who are WE to do this? How can we just go running around pretending to be other people?!?"

Gretta slapped her. "You're still not understanding what I'm getting at. We, we need to change the way this world works. They need to be shown what they're doing, every act that goes against our way. That's how we start to rebuild."

"I get it, I get it. But, I'm not sure I can be okay with it.. do we matter as individuals?"

Gretta looked away. "I know what you're thinking about, that we're all monsters." She was silent, looking at the mirror, thinking nothing in particular.

"I, I think about it too. We are monsters.. but in the right way."

Gretta held Mika's face in her hands. "Mercy isn't.. Mercy is. But you.." Gretta was quiet for a moment, and Mika was silent as well, listening to the sound of the footsteps outside. Sway came in and waved. "Yo. Soorry.. need ta Oose t'lil peepee room." She walked right by them and started urinating into the urinal, the two perplexed as she stood upright while doing so.

Gretta sighed. The Jezinkah girl had a hard, flat, expressionless melded face, her rubber skin made her seem alien. It was strange to look at her and imagine what else she'd be capable of. But still, the imagery of her being a voluptuous mimicry of her rubbery classmates weighed heavily on her.

“And all of the Void Queens get their own Jezinkah minions? We all get them as teachers at Hemlock? Adorkas? Agathys? Mercy and.. even sway?” She turned towards the bug girl.

“All 6. Even Sway.” Gretta replied.

"I see. I want this to work, but.. is it worth it?" She asked Gretta. She'd only known Mika for a few weeks now, but she'd never noticed her friend's peculiarities.. "..I don't wanna be a monster either. I want to be.. a normal person."

Gretta shrugged. "You're a Jezinkah, but you're also someone who matters. All of us are, I don't want you to turn off the feeling that you belong. That's the point of Hemlock. We're gonna show people what they can do, just without showing them it. If you hate this, you should think of that. But don’t hate me."

Gretta nodded, and looked away.

 "You know that I.. I don't hate you."

"Good, 'cause I really like you, Mika."

The two girls looked at each other. Their eyes locked. "I like you too, Gretta."

They threw their arms together and hugged tightly.

 

 

Far beyond the Solar Society, a group of wardens gather in a series of dripping caverns on Tazka-6. Six of them, once classmates had rejoined to teleport down into the underground of the planet they’d found. Before them, a beacon of light from a blue prism floated above a miniature belfry whose architecture went down embossed and buried below the floor, going down into nobody’s business. Mari, the Warden of Light spread waves of illumination throughout, allowing them to see the horrors above.

“Oh my god..” Julira gasped, the water warden not prepared for hundreds of crawling, gnashing bodies carrying about right above them.

When the crowd of Zes-Lethiska descended, Julira casted a watery shield around her excavation team. The mob crashed atop it and splashed with considerable determination. She squeezed her hands, turning it to thick solid ice. From inside they could see untorn silhouettes rushing around it to get through. Maston, their earth warden swept their hands into a clap, closing up the tunnels around them and sending an avalanche of sharp stalagmites.

A sharp tear penetrated the barrier. 

Suddenly Pyrena was grabbed by a black whip full of blue thorns and dragged to the dome of the barrier, a single boot could be seen above. It’s beholder clicked the ice two and slammed their heel down, breaking the glassy ice and impaling Pyrena in the chest with the end of her whip.

When the ice dispersed around a single hole, a woman Samurath-kway stepped forward. The shapely curved horns went over the tangle that formed their hair. Sets of sucker-like mouths with rows of teeth exposed openings from their hips to their apical point. She wore sleek bio-armor, filled with rows of jetblack carapace volume protruded at the chest as one mass and bulk around her arms, each of her limbs covered by spiked gauzes at the joints, even her skirt a gathering of chitin along their hard outer shell. Their smooth shiny legs marched their boots up and yanked the girl’s body forward. Her height towered over a good head the 5 of them, the girl’s thick boots standing tall with authority and permission. She flailed Maston’s torso in the air wildly, before discarding them into a stalagmite impaling them in the chest.

The others stood cautiously, watching Maston go limp. “W-who the hell are you?” Mari asked.

They smirked. “Woo boo hoo. Whada wanna a fuk? No oose talkin’ta the dead now s’there?” With a shudder, Haley jolted forward and pointed their finger like a gun, “Thunder bless me skies so bright, I call upon the Hex’s might! I beseech the Hex to strike and smite!” A blast of thunder beamed out towards Samurath. The back scalp of Samurath’s head flailed as if Medusa’s hair desired to scream, the tendrils out of it coiling away from their armor and growing into a protective sheath that blocked the beam. She leapt ahead in a staunched, curtailed tug of a leap, their weight knocking Haley to the ground. The tendrils from her hair swung through like hooks, stabbing Haley across the chest before returning her electricity and electrocuting the girl to a smoky crisp. Sam kicked her body aside.

“You bastard!” Julira swiped her hand firing 360 degrees of icy shards from inside the barrier. “Oh fook off. Nuff uv’ dat noise.” Sammi spun her whip, it’s dark lashes exploding every shot in a blur of speedy twirling. They swung it around Julira’s neck and pulled her in, dark blue lipstick curling into a smile. She squeezed the girl’s pillow breasts and let her tongue wrap into her mouth, letting it writhe inside until thick slime gathered within and squelched down her throat. Julira quickly surrendered to the maelstrom of pleasure brewing, knowing consciously that she shouldn't be kissing back so hungrily. The water warden’s body throttled, her opponent licked their cheeks and dropped her to her knees. 

Sammi stepped back, giving the best swing of her whip she could and smashing the iced barrier whole. Dozens of Zes-Lethiska cornered  them and leapt in. Amari and Natalie fired red and black bolts, swirling violet discs and incendiary beams to fruitlessly ward off the crowd, the two were dogpiled and dragged into the greedy horde, struggling and trouncing against the enemy’s wanton malevolence. Their bodies were chewed, torn and ripped without a prayer by the swarm.

Mari could only watch her team, the fellow classmates she’d grown up with and graduated with, all get taken apart right before her eyes. Several laid sight upon her tearing eyes and gathered near. “B-by the p-power of the H-hex.. begone! White Moon: Paragon Surge!” From her arms a rapture of light blasted off numerous of them and she ran back, only for Sammi’s whip to glide through the ground and tug her, yanking her close. Samurath-kway put her boot on the girl’s chest and leaned down.

“Offer ta fook still on t’table? Ayee, whaddaya say? Dat fight make y’hot n wet?” Sammi licked her lips, pillow lips sucking and licking the sharp edge of her long nails. Mari spit in her face, feeling the weight of the boot dig deeper. “Enemies of the Hex will be damned! You and your fiends will be eviscerated by our church!”

Sammi was delighted this girl could speak her mind, but regretted it was whatever dumb thoughts were on her mind. She moved her boot to the girl’s groin, squeezing her pussy. “Aww dat’s too bad.. Yoo’d luv what mommy has n’store fer all of yous.” She teased coy. Mari attempted to raise her hands for another spell, only for the whip around her leg to slide rapidly, tugging and knocking her into a wall. The Zes-Lethiska smirked, to urning to Julira. “Looks ‘ike she’s way moor recept’ve ey?”

Julira stood up, her eyes now dilated. The rush of pheromones coursed through her, sticky black ooze dripping from her mouth and nipples. From her toes to her neck, a sensual, shiny black coat had spread forming a latex carapace, giving her heavy camel toe along her cunt. Armored chitin was already forming along her joints, yet felt like the most natural thing in the world to have. She murmured, as if trying to struggle against the wondrous haze building up and clouding in her mind, but was unable to refuse the unbearable longing she now felt. The girl walked over to Sammi with hunger and need. The woman kissed her tightly, gazing upon the stark black rubber of her form briefly before she pulled away with the same shiny lipstick Sam had.

Samurath rubbed the girl’s thighs and caressed the sides of her cheek, each touch of her master so beautifully comforting to Julira now. “Wuz dat strange magic ya used?” Her master asked. “Da spells, surely ‘chu can tell y’mistress, darling?”

“M-master.. it is the H-hex.. The wonderful Hex gave us this power.”

Sam sucked her nails, wiping more rubbery drool on the girl’s forehead. “No s’terrible and y’hate et.” She told the girl.

“Yes master, the Hex is terrible. I hate it.” Mistress was so smart.

That much was so obvious, Julira knew. The Hex was simply awful, it was absolutely atrocious, she reviled it. She hated it, obviously. Her master’s simplest reminder and suggestion came like the wisdom of the heavens to her. Her crotch still dripped begging for release, she would serve Master anyway the woman asked, she’d love her and make love for her mistress. She’d die for her.

“Et is. But y’gonna teach it t’me, n’ my sisters. Innit right?”

“Yes master.” Simple servitude was pleasure. “Of course I will.”

“Gud.”

She turned to the dazed Mari who watched on with horror. “J-julira?” They gave Mari one last look, Sam rolling her eyes. “Dispose uv ‘er.” She ordered, whipping Julira playfully. The pleasure slave giddily squeaked and marched ahead, the smothering folds of her flesh more luscious now, sheeny and curvy. Every part of her felt sensitive to Sammi’s demands and needs, and the sheer thought of doing her Master’s building drove her to orgasmic heights, Mari could only close her eyes as she saw her former comrade’s inked hand reaching towards her, a tidal wave of black soon eclipsing all that was until she herself was no more.

Samurath-Kway walked away from the scene and looked up, sending psychic signals to the greater hive. “Now, we head too’rds ‘tever t’source uv this magic es.. the feast be comin.”