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Time had not actually stopped. The Goddesses were just outside it.

They could observe all aspects of all timelines in dimensions lower than their own. It was within their power to respond or not respond to every prayer and change all things at any time.

Recently the Goddess Washu and her sisters had been focused on six unlucky ladies. Kiyone, Ryoko, Washu, Mihoshi, Ayeka and Sasami had all been absorbed. They were being changed gradually in a higher dimension. Even now, Washu saw the point where their combined spirits manifested as a new goddess. Their avatars were even now toying with them.

Still, the red-haired goddess found herself looking over the older points in time. When those lovely ladies had been swallowed up one by one by a creature. Through it, they were drawn into a higher dimension. Watching the look in Kiyone’s eyes as she glanced back. The blue-haired woman’s large breasts and sexy rear already swallowed up. And her long, kicking legs.

It was a thing of beauty. One that they could experience at any time.

Washu glanced at Tsunami, licking her lips. The cerulean-haired was looking over a picture of Princess Ayeka. The violet-haired beauty lifted into the air by the creature over the water. Her long legs being gradually sucked own into his tail, unable to escape. Tsunami was rubbing herself as she observed.

“You know, this absorbing angle was pretty fun,” said Washu.

“It was a necessary part of our plan to create a new goddess,” said Tokimi. She was focused purely on developing the final transformation. All business as usual. No fun at all.

“Well yeah, I know. All I’m saying is that the ‘creature ambushes and absorbs girls angle’ was a lot of fun in its own right.” said Washu thoughtfully. “Especially with them being drawn into a world of unwilling pleasure.”

“What are you saying, Washu?” asked Tsunami, lowering the reality where Ayeka was absorbed.

“Maybe want to do it some more?” asked Washu.

“We already have the necessary elements for the new goddess,” said Tokimi. “Further inclusions would only dilute the end result.”

“Sure, but this will just be for fun,” said Washu. “We can always figure out what to do with them once we have them.”

“So, who do you have in mind?” asked Tsunami, standing up.

Before Washu could speak, however, Tokimi began to work, cycling through possible realities. “I believe a universe that acts as a foil to our present one would be the logical choice. Perhaps... here...”

Washu blinked as she saw the universe. “Huh, I’m impressed Tokimi. I didn’t think you had it in you to have fun with this.”

“A desire for efficiency does not preclude enjoyment,” said Tokimi. “Since it was possible you would seek to expand our collection, I set aside preferences. One ought to be prepared.”

Washu nodded. Tokimi sure knew how to pick ’em, a real bloodstained universe, but one with plenty of babes. Everyone women in this universe would be a supermodel in a normal one, and that was the plain-looking ones. At once she began scanning. “I’ll analyze for the ideal women to seize for our purposes, of course. We can come back to these ladies in no time at all.

“Let’s see...” Typing rapidly, Washu came up with five potential targets. Still, no sense is getting overambitious, they might get bored after one or two. Finding two models she particularly liked, Washu raised their souls. Both were tall, statuesque women. One wore a dominatrix outfit, with thigh-high boots and a magnificent body. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and she wielded a hammer. The other had a bowl cut and wore a black outfit with massive cleavage the bared the sides of her breasts. She wielded guns. Both were blonde bombshells of absolute top quality. Tokimi and Tsunami. “These two should work great for a start.”

Tsunami looked at the two of them, rubbing her chin. “They’re a bit similar, aren’t they?”

“Exactly. It’s perfect for synchronism,” said Washu, tying the souls together. They'd be so cute once they were together. “Having a cornucopia of colors is always fun. But there’s also a certain primal appeal to two voluptuous blondes together. Especially if they’re so similar, they could be sisters.

“Make a few changes to the mission plans...” A few more buttons pressed and Washu was ready for the next step. She looked back, relishing what was to come. “Ready ladies?”

“Right,” said Tsunami.

Washu hit start. Rachel and Sonia would know what hit them. And they’d have a long, long time to come to terms with it.

This would be fun.

Tairon had changed since the death of the Vigoor Emperor.

Rachel had been spending a lot of time in Vigoor these past few years. She’d been hunting down the now renegade fiends, but she hadn’t been back here for almost a year. It had too many bad memories and was reasonably secure.

As the impossibly curvaceous blonde walked with swaying hips down the street. Then she halted by an alley and leaned on her warhammer. Before Rachel was a bus stop, something that had never been part of the city before. Her pouty, red lips curled into a smile, which faded when she saw the street itself. Once of cobblestones, now it was concrete.

Yes, Rachel knew that cobblestones were not as good for cars. But there had always been a sense of history about them. Tearing them up and painting them over with asphalt seemed a kind of sacrilege. Progress wasn’t always a good thing. Bringing up one long, shapely leg, she set it on her hammer and stretched. The movement sent her immense breasts moving like jello. It was a motion that wouldn’t stop for minutes. The truth was that Rachel’s bosom never fully stopped bouncing. Even the slightest motion effected it, and she had to breathe to live.

It was a mark of pride. Much like her entire body was. Her long, blonde hair’s ponytail flowed around her in the wind as she looked around. Nobody gave her dominatrix outfit a second look or her thigh-high boots. It was nothing uncommon in Vigoor. Fiend blooded people were practically expected to dress this way.

And then Rachel sensed her prey. She smiled and made her way toward it. Whatever it was had slipped into an alley, one that was meticulously clean. Vigoor had always been good about cleaning the streets, if not making them safe.

The latter was Rachel's job.

Moving into the alley, Rachel raised her hammer as she glanced around her. There was a clank, and she saw a manhole open. Whatever it was had fled into the sewer. This wasn't going to be fun, but she had a job to do.

“Great, I was hoping to avoid this.” murmured Rachel, stretching out and sending her tits bouncing.

Moving forward with a sensual strut, Rachel leaped down into the manhole, gun at the ready. She landed in a crouch that showed off her rear, thankfully on a walkway. Beneath her was brownish, filthy water. Rachel frowned at the sight of it. No way was she getting her high heels in that if she could avoid it. The smell was bad enough.

Then it appeared. She sensed it moments before it emerged from the darkness roaring.

A massive, minotaur-like creature moving forward with a snarl. Rachel went to meet him as he brought down an axe. Rachel’s own hammer met it head-on, and he reeled back from her strength. Raising a heavy machinegun from her side, Rachel opened fire. With an infernal rattling, she blasted him into a wall and riddling his chest with 50 caliber rounds. He slumped to one knee, and she surged by to behead him.

One more fiend dead. A job well done, a contract fulfilled. People would be safe now. And Rachel would get a good bounty from this. Everybody won.

“Got him,” said Rachel. “That should pay the bills for-” She halted. She sensed something, sensing prickles on the back of her neck and glanced back. Yet there was nothing there. “What was that?”

The water nearby began to glow with a red light. As it did, the stench disappeared, and the water went pure and translucent. Rachel sensed something now, all around her, and yet focusing in a specific location.

Even so, it was sending chills through her.

Then she sensed it. A strange presence like nothing she'd sensed before.

Whirling around, she swung her hammer. It smashed against something, which yielded beneath her blow. Then it was thrown back. Rachel saw a blur of red and was slammed back. Her hammer fell from her hand, and she barely caught herself. Then she saw a huge funnel of red energy surging down toward her. Before Rachel could move, it clamped over her face. Gripping it, she tried to pull the funnel off, but even as she did, it worked its way down to gulp down her shoulders.

This couldn’t be happening? What kind of fiend was this?

Letting out a cry, Rachel felt the sides of the tunnel licking against her as her arms were forced down her sides. Soon enough, the funnel pulled her up off the ground, before beginning to gulp down her huge tits. Kicking helplessly, Rachel desperately thrashed. She felt more helpless than she had during the Fiendish Awakening. And yet she did not feel afraid. She felt... flattered. Why?

Her helplessness gave her a sense of security, of being held in strong arms. It was pleasant, but her rational mind told her this was insanity. If she didn't get free soon, she'd be this things lunch! Then who would hunt the fiends!

Did it matter?

Of course, it did! Rachel protected innocent people!

It took a lot of effort for it to pull her breasts into the fold. But every moment of the effort was enjoyable for them both. It almost seemed to be tantalizing her, edging her little by little. As if trying to make her beg for it. It kept pumping her up and down as she was helpless. Little by little, she was drawn in and slathered with something, was it saliva? It didn’t burn but...

It felt good. Why did it feel so good!

Her breasts had been conquered and were now being ravished. Now the thing was devouring her toned midriff, as the insides sucked on her like candy. Her body was slathered by invisible tongues. Rachel felt like her entire existence was being savored like fine wine, and it was making her hot. What was this feeling?

She had to get free!

Giving up on kicking, Rachel began to writhe. She thrashed, shaking her enormous booty like a dancer and sending her bosom bouncing. And yet, all it succeeded in doing was increasing the speed at which she was pulled in. Her sexy rear was swallowed down, and her legs trapped together. The swallowing halts as it begins to suck and savor her every inch.

Rachel is covered in slime now, her immense breasts shimmering in the red light. She must look so sexy... No! If she didn’t move soon, she’ll be swallowed up for certain! She has to break free, to get out of here!

And yet Rachel was blushing like a newlywed bride. As if she was being carried off the altar by the man of her dreams. She wondered what it would be like within the creature. What it would feel like to be absorbed wholly and completely. A thought that should have instilled panic went through her instead made her lustful.

It was affecting her mind, and she finds herself moaning as her thighs are swallowed up. She stops struggling as her lower legs are pulled in. Rachel is at the end of her rope and looking forward to the drop.

Up she goes, into the redness as she is pumped gradually upwards into the tail... Yes, it is a tail... Little by little she is worked further and further toward the edge. Her eyes widen as she is drawn upward, unable to contain herself any longer.

Rachel cries out in pleasured orgasm. Then she is swallowed whole and pushed into a new dimension of love...

Description

Time had not actually stopped. The Goddesses were just outside it.

They could observe all aspects of all timelines in dimensions lower than their own. It was within their power to respond or not respond to every prayer and change all things at any time.

Recently the Goddess Washu and her sisters had been focused on six unlucky ladies. Kiyone, Ryoko, Washu, Mihoshi, Ayeka and Sasami had all been absorbed. They were being changed gradually in a higher dimension. Even now, Washu saw the point where their combined spirits manifested as a new goddess. Their avatars were even now toying with them.

Still, the red-haired goddess found herself looking over the older points in time. When those lovely ladies had been swallowed up one by one by a creature. Through it, they were drawn into a higher dimension. Watching the look in Kiyone’s eyes as she glanced back. The blue-haired woman’s large breasts and sexy rear already swallowed up. And her long, kicking legs.

It was a thing of beauty. One that they could experience at any time.

Washu glanced at Tsunami, licking her lips. The cerulean-haired was looking over a picture of Princess Ayeka. The violet-haired beauty lifted into the air by the creature over the water. Her long legs being gradually sucked own into his tail, unable to escape. Tsunami was rubbing herself as she observed.

“You know, this absorbing angle was pretty fun,” said Washu.

“It was a necessary part of our plan to create a new goddess,” said Tokimi. She was focused purely on developing the final transformation. All business as usual. No fun at all.

“Well yeah, I know. All I’m saying is that the ‘creature ambushes and absorbs girls angle’ was a lot of fun in its own right.” said Washu thoughtfully. “Especially with them being drawn into a world of unwilling pleasure.”

“What are you saying, Washu?” asked Tsunami, lowering the reality where Ayeka was absorbed.

“Maybe want to do it some more?” asked Washu.

“We already have the necessary elements for the new goddess,” said Tokimi. “Further inclusions would only dilute the end result.”

“Sure, but this will just be for fun,” said Washu. “We can always figure out what to do with them once we have them.”

“So, who do you have in mind?” asked Tsunami, standing up.

Before Washu could speak, however, Tokimi began to work, cycling through possible realities. “I believe a universe that acts as a foil to our present one would be the logical choice. Perhaps... here...”

Washu blinked as she saw the universe. “Huh, I’m impressed Tokimi. I didn’t think you had it in you to have fun with this.”

“A desire for efficiency does not preclude enjoyment,” said Tokimi. “Since it was possible you would seek to expand our collection, I set aside preferences. One ought to be prepared.”

Washu nodded. Tokimi sure knew how to pick ’em, a real bloodstained universe, but one with plenty of babes. Everyone women in this universe would be a supermodel in a normal one, and that was the plain-looking ones. At once she began scanning. “I’ll analyze for the ideal women to seize for our purposes, of course. We can come back to these ladies in no time at all.

“Let’s see...” Typing rapidly, Washu came up with five potential targets. Still, no sense is getting overambitious, they might get bored after one or two. Finding two models she particularly liked, Washu raised their souls. Both were tall, statuesque women. One wore a dominatrix outfit, with thigh-high boots and a magnificent body. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and she wielded a hammer. The other had a bowl cut and wore a black outfit with massive cleavage the bared the sides of her breasts. She wielded guns. Both were blonde bombshells of absolute top quality. Tokimi and Tsunami. “These two should work great for a start.”

Tsunami looked at the two of them, rubbing her chin. “They’re a bit similar, aren’t they?”

“Exactly. It’s perfect for synchronism,” said Washu, tying the souls together. They'd be so cute once they were together. “Having a cornucopia of colors is always fun. But there’s also a certain primal appeal to two voluptuous blondes together. Especially if they’re so similar, they could be sisters.

“Make a few changes to the mission plans...” A few more buttons pressed and Washu was ready for the next step. She looked back, relishing what was to come. “Ready ladies?”

“Right,” said Tsunami.

Washu hit start. Rachel and Sonia would know what hit them. And they’d have a long, long time to come to terms with it.

This would be fun.

Tairon had changed since the death of the Vigoor Emperor.

Rachel had been spending a lot of time in Vigoor these past few years. She’d been hunting down the now renegade fiends, but she hadn’t been back here for almost a year. It had too many bad memories and was reasonably secure.

As the impossibly curvaceous blonde walked with swaying hips down the street. Then she halted by an alley and leaned on her warhammer. Before Rachel was a bus stop, something that had never been part of the city before. Her pouty, red lips curled into a smile, which faded when she saw the street itself. Once of cobblestones, now it was concrete.

Yes, Rachel knew that cobblestones were not as good for cars. But there had always been a sense of history about them. Tearing them up and painting them over with asphalt seemed a kind of sacrilege. Progress wasn’t always a good thing. Bringing up one long, shapely leg, she set it on her hammer and stretched. The movement sent her immense breasts moving like jello. It was a motion that wouldn’t stop for minutes. The truth was that Rachel’s bosom never fully stopped bouncing. Even the slightest motion effected it, and she had to breathe to live.

It was a mark of pride. Much like her entire body was. Her long, blonde hair’s ponytail flowed around her in the wind as she looked around. Nobody gave her dominatrix outfit a second look or her thigh-high boots. It was nothing uncommon in Vigoor. Fiend blooded people were practically expected to dress this way.

And then Rachel sensed her prey. She smiled and made her way toward it. Whatever it was had slipped into an alley, one that was meticulously clean. Vigoor had always been good about cleaning the streets, if not making them safe.

The latter was Rachel's job.

Moving into the alley, Rachel raised her hammer as she glanced around her. There was a clank, and she saw a manhole open. Whatever it was had fled into the sewer. This wasn't going to be fun, but she had a job to do.

“Great, I was hoping to avoid this.” murmured Rachel, stretching out and sending her tits bouncing.

Moving forward with a sensual strut, Rachel leaped down into the manhole, gun at the ready. She landed in a crouch that showed off her rear, thankfully on a walkway. Beneath her was brownish, filthy water. Rachel frowned at the sight of it. No way was she getting her high heels in that if she could avoid it. The smell was bad enough.

Then it appeared. She sensed it moments before it emerged from the darkness roaring.

A massive, minotaur-like creature moving forward with a snarl. Rachel went to meet him as he brought down an axe. Rachel’s own hammer met it head-on, and he reeled back from her strength. Raising a heavy machinegun from her side, Rachel opened fire. With an infernal rattling, she blasted him into a wall and riddling his chest with 50 caliber rounds. He slumped to one knee, and she surged by to behead him.

One more fiend dead. A job well done, a contract fulfilled. People would be safe now. And Rachel would get a good bounty from this. Everybody won.

“Got him,” said Rachel. “That should pay the bills for-” She halted. She sensed something, sensing prickles on the back of her neck and glanced back. Yet there was nothing there. “What was that?”

The water nearby began to glow with a red light. As it did, the stench disappeared, and the water went pure and translucent. Rachel sensed something now, all around her, and yet focusing in a specific location.

Even so, it was sending chills through her.

Then she sensed it. A strange presence like nothing she'd sensed before.

Whirling around, she swung her hammer. It smashed against something, which yielded beneath her blow. Then it was thrown back. Rachel saw a blur of red and was slammed back. Her hammer fell from her hand, and she barely caught herself. Then she saw a huge funnel of red energy surging down toward her. Before Rachel could move, it clamped over her face. Gripping it, she tried to pull the funnel off, but even as she did, it worked its way down to gulp down her shoulders.

This couldn’t be happening? What kind of fiend was this?

Letting out a cry, Rachel felt the sides of the tunnel licking against her as her arms were forced down her sides. Soon enough, the funnel pulled her up off the ground, before beginning to gulp down her huge tits. Kicking helplessly, Rachel desperately thrashed. She felt more helpless than she had during the Fiendish Awakening. And yet she did not feel afraid. She felt... flattered. Why?

Her helplessness gave her a sense of security, of being held in strong arms. It was pleasant, but her rational mind told her this was insanity. If she didn't get free soon, she'd be this things lunch! Then who would hunt the fiends!

Did it matter?

Of course, it did! Rachel protected innocent people!

It took a lot of effort for it to pull her breasts into the fold. But every moment of the effort was enjoyable for them both. It almost seemed to be tantalizing her, edging her little by little. As if trying to make her beg for it. It kept pumping her up and down as she was helpless. Little by little, she was drawn in and slathered with something, was it saliva? It didn’t burn but...

It felt good. Why did it feel so good!

Her breasts had been conquered and were now being ravished. Now the thing was devouring her toned midriff, as the insides sucked on her like candy. Her body was slathered by invisible tongues. Rachel felt like her entire existence was being savored like fine wine, and it was making her hot. What was this feeling?

She had to get free!

Giving up on kicking, Rachel began to writhe. She thrashed, shaking her enormous booty like a dancer and sending her bosom bouncing. And yet, all it succeeded in doing was increasing the speed at which she was pulled in. Her sexy rear was swallowed down, and her legs trapped together. The swallowing halts as it begins to suck and savor her every inch.

Rachel is covered in slime now, her immense breasts shimmering in the red light. She must look so sexy... No! If she didn’t move soon, she’ll be swallowed up for certain! She has to break free, to get out of here!

And yet Rachel was blushing like a newlywed bride. As if she was being carried off the altar by the man of her dreams. She wondered what it would be like within the creature. What it would feel like to be absorbed wholly and completely. A thought that should have instilled panic went through her instead made her lustful.

It was affecting her mind, and she finds herself moaning as her thighs are swallowed up. She stops struggling as her lower legs are pulled in. Rachel is at the end of her rope and looking forward to the drop.

Up she goes, into the redness as she is pumped gradually upwards into the tail... Yes, it is a tail... Little by little she is worked further and further toward the edge. Her eyes widen as she is drawn upward, unable to contain herself any longer.

Rachel cries out in pleasured orgasm. Then she is swallowed whole and pushed into a new dimension of love...