No, this would not do at all. The Wild Empress has made plans for that dragon bloodline, it would be irritating for her to start that plan all over with a new bloodline if this one died out. She judged that intervening to save it would be far less effort than having to start all over.

If she is already paying the metaphysical cost of intervening to save this bloodline, she might as well get some of her other plans done with the same act. A symbol to represent the majesty and power of her favoured creations could be forged for her with the same intervention. Yes, the mortals should be reminded that she was once worshipped as the First Dragon for a reason. 

The Wild Empress needs something easy to work with, so she reaches ę̶͖̀͌l̶̦̽͆s̷̻̎͘e̸͔͗̉w̷̨̫̃ḧ̶͚́ȩ̴̧̀r̴͉̍ḛ̴̟͌̊ and plucks one of the strange pseudo souls that live there, and sends it down to the mortal realm for one of her loyal flesh-crafting pits in the red to modify it for her and prepare it for implantation.

There are not many fleshcrafting pits well versed enough in the soul to complete a request like this, but this one has lived a very long time, and has had the time to learn how to change everything about the mortals she receives.

This request was odd though. Even for an expert like her, adding mutations to a soul gem that would carry over when implanted into another body is tricky. She starts by forming a body around the soul gem that it would recognise as its own, if she modified the body that the soul identified as belonging to itself, it would be easier to make the soul accept the changes.

An incredibly relaxing and feminine voice with a cheerful tone to it is slowly bringing them from sleep to awareness.

”Hmmm… all I really got asked to do was forge them ‘Into a holy symbol meant to remind all mortals of the majesty of my dragons’, that leaves a lot of other stuff up to me… I guess I could have some fun with this job? Been a while since I has a chance to reaaaally push myself. This is gonna be fun.~”

They are coming to wakefulness much more slowly than is normal for them, their mind lingers in that half dreaming state where you are just barely awake enough to notice inputs from reality, but your brain is still in the disjointed floaty mess of dreamthought. They are just awake enough to feel something reallllly fucking good is happening to their body. The first sensation that registers is how full their ass feels. It feels so stretched and achey inside in a pleasurable way, and whatever is inside thier ass is rubbing alllll the right spots. It feels like their cock has become more erect than it ever has in their entire lives, as whatever it is that is inside them rubs so wonderfully on their prostate that they feel like they must be leaking more pre in that moment than the volume that their actual cumshots contain.

This dream was sooooo fucking amazing, they usually never feel anything during sex dreams, they hope they don't wake up from this one any time soon.

”Oh? It’s waking up” Some wet slapping sounds seem to come closer towards them. “Its okay sweetie~ just relax and enjoy it, I’m going to make you so much better.~”

A relaxing voice like that calling them sweetie was really nice, maybe they fell asleep with a gentle femdom asmr audioporn still playing? Their brain having to parse all this language is causing it to wake up a bit further though, becoming a little more aware. More awareness lets them notice they are being touched in more places than just their genitals. Wet warm things can be felt all over their body, rubbing very pleasurably across their thighs and chest and up around their neck. Neck? Something was around their neck, something that could choke them. Whatever it was around their neck even felt like it was getting tighter. Adrenaline starts getting dumped and wakefulness rushes to them as the voice keeps talking. 

“No no no! Don't panic! Just be good and go back to enjoying yourself and let me work, I promise I wont hurt you sweetie I just want to make you a better you.”

Theres something very compelling in that voice, much of their mind wants to trust it and relax, but another part is screaming [we might suffocate and die!] and dumping a panic attacks worth of adrenaline into the body. Their eyes fly open as their brain kicks into overdrive, but it is too dark to see much. The dim light that can be seen doesn’t look like any light source they've seen before, and what that light reveals doesn't make much visual sense to them, everything they saw was shifting around and it made focusing on anything difficult. They try to grab at whatever is around their neck but they find their arms are also constricted by something. They start to kick and find their legs bound the same way. Now that they were fully awake and aware, the feeling of something coiling around inside their ass and urethra was sickening and this only added to the panic of being trapped.

“Ugh fine we can do this the hard way! Stupid jerk doesn’t even appreciate what I'm doing for them, this is why I prefer working with Lovers.”

There is a soft ‘puff’ noise somewhere close to their face and the thick and overly sweet scent of raspberries fills their mouth, a wave of tiredness sweeps over them as they breathe it in. Their panic about suffocating and not getting enough air oddly does not abate when something that doesn’t taste like air is all they can breathe in! 

“Oh for Goddess’s sakes you stubborn mortal.”

Something round pushes up against their mouth, with enough strength to simply force their mouth open and push its way down their throat. They were surely going to choke and die on this thing invading their throat. Part of their mind remembers to try breathing through their nose, but as soon as they try that they feel the sensation of dozens of wiggly things moving across their face and pushing their way into their nostrils and up their nose. This was every horrible nightmare about suffocating they had ever had, but so much more terrifying than they had ever thought it could be. Their now drugged and panicked brain was just too overwhelmed by all this and finally passed out.

They are violently brought back to wakefulness by a sharp pain stabbing into their lower back, they scream out as something burning and painful works its way through their body. The burning pain eventually fades but their body is left feeling very heavy and feverish, especially in their chest and head.

Worse than the aches in their body is how their ass feels, whatever it was that was in their ass before is still going at it. They dont at all feel the kind of relaxed pleasure they felt from it before, now they were awake enough to know this was real it felt really gross and achey. Having something squirm around you that felt so alive when you were scared of it felt horrifying, but the direct stimulation of their prostate kept them as hard and dripping as before. They felt so sick and ashamed that their body was reacting sexually to this unwanted anal intruder. This was so scary and confusing and awful and they didn't know what was going on. At least there wasn't that thing inside their mouth and throat anymore. With their mouth free nothing was preventing them from moaning in pain from this painfully feverish feeling in their body, so they do that.

”I told you to relax! If you had listened it wouldn't have hurt you, I only want whats best for you okay?”

They stop their painful groaning when they hear the voice again. Whoever the voice was, was controlling all this. The fear that that realization generates keeps the mystery voice from being as compelling as it was before. Though, even now some part of them wanted to give into that softly mesmerising voice, part of them wants to believe her when she says she only wants what is best for them.

”The thing I just injected you with will make the changes I’m making ‘stick’ better to your soul~ If you hadn’t resisted I could have prepared you properly, and it would have felt sooooo good for you. But because you are so stubborn I couldnt do that, you should listen to me next time okay sweetie? The pain from the injection should go away in a few hours, but I want to get to work right away and I don't wanna hurt you too much. So time to put you back to sleep.~”

Stick to their soul? The rapid thoughts of ‘souls are a thing?’ And ‘I DO NOT WANT MY SOUL FUCKED WITH’ and ‘get to work on what?’ Flash through their mind before ‘put you back to sleep~’ registers. They remember how they got put to sleep last time. They clench their teeth to block the oral invader that might be coming like last time. But the voice anticipated that and the thing in their ass pushes somewhere deep and strange and painful, and it forces them to gasp involuntarily. As soon as their mouth opens something squishy forces its way in, this time a gush of liquid comes out of the squishy invading thing, it tastes of madly oversweet undiluted rasberry soda syrup. Waves of sleepiness wash over them as the syrup goes down their throat and is absorbed. To their relief, the oral invader pulls back without having entered their throat at all and leaves them able to breathe without restriction.

”There we go sweetie. Were you scared of choking last time? This time was easier wasn't it baby, I made the sedative stronger so you'd only need to swallow a little of it. Now be a good mortal and sleep so I can change you into something better.~“

As the sedative takes hold the soft soothing voice is much more effectively mesmerising, wasn't it nice of her to notice your fear of choking and work around it? Such a good and caring voice should be listened to. But a small part of them still felt worried by what she meant by ‘changes’ as they slipped into unconsciousness. 

TheyShe wakes up a lot less confused and with theirher mind less foggy than the last times they'veshe's been woken in this place. Unlike the last two times theyshe woke, this time there is nothing invading theirher ass, so thats an improvement. For once there is light to see what is around themher. Bioluminescent lighting exposes theirher surroundings as a red cavern of pulsating tentacles, wiggling at random or leaking suspicously white fluid to pool on the floor, the tentacles are probably what theyshe felt writhing inside theirher holes the last two times.

While looking around the room theyshe also notices theirher body is... different. The limbs have soft curves, and come from a much less wide and stocky torso than theyshe remembers having. There is a visible swell of perky breasts on theirher torso. Now that they'veshe's seen how feminine theirher body is, something else related comes to thierher notice, how theirher thoughts keep changing as they are thought, theirher mind automatically seems to gender their self image as female. She is noticing herself gendering the thoughts she has about herself as female, and it is very disturbing to feel THIERHER thoughts be rewritten in real time even as she tries to, on purpose, gender herself neutrally in her own thoughts and failing.

Before she has time to freak out about weirdly altered thoughts, she by chance leans over far enough to see past her breasts. SHE IS MISSING HER PENIS!.

As you would expect, this is an upsetting revelation to make. This seems like a very appropriate time to panic. She starts to try and move and escape or fight or something, anything, but she was restrained by strong tentacles holding the end of each limb and holding her off the floor.

”No sweetie, don’t struggle, it will all be all right~ Calm down, I just woke you up to show you something.”

The voice from before is speaking from behind her. Already, she can feel herself react to those unnaturally soothing tones. A part of her knows this sudden calming isn’t natural, but more parts of her just want to be good and obey the voice and not struggle. Even as a small part of her mind still screams to fight against this insane situation, she relaxes and hangs limp in the tentacles.

”There we go~ what a good girl you are. Look at what a pretty girl I’ve turned you into~ some of my best work yet! So soft and cute.”

Being called good girl by the voice made her whole body shiver and feel warm. It was like someone had dumped every feeling of intimacy she had ever craved, right into her brain. She had been living alone for years and never knew she craved these feelings so badly until now, it was like she imagined a craving for heroin to feel. It felt like every cuddle she had had with her mom after being scared by thunder, like the first time she held hands with a crush, like the comfort of laying against a best friend during a sleepover movie night and feeling their warmth, like every moment she had been physically close to someone she loved, and it gave her feelings of a deeper more possessive kind of intimacy that she had never experienced before.

It was an intense enough sensation that the shock of it actually slightly shook her out of the calm that the voice was keeping her in. Just barely, she manages to try and pull against the tentacles, she barely manages to give any resistance before the voice notices.

”Ah, maybe I was a little heavy handed with that reward, don't want to scare my little mortal again. Be a good girl for me and relax. Don’t be scared by anything, you are safe with me~ Just pay attention to this beautiful new body I made you~“

She can’t help but relax under the hypnotising tones of that voice. When she hears good girl again, those sensations of intimacy still run through her, but less extreme. It was like having your hair stroked and someone you loved giving the top of your head a kiss while you cuddled. The little part of her mind that was screaming against this situation was getting much dimmer, she wanted to just be a good girl for this voice forever and keep getting these doses of intimate feelings that she never knew she craved so much.

Well, good girls do as they are told.

So, without the fear of earlier she looks over her new body. The first thing she notices is how absolutely flawless her skin is. It is unnaturally free of any of wrinkles, blemishes, tiny scratches, reddened pores or tiny puberty stretch marks from growth spurts that even the prettiest natural skin has. The delicate and near invisible body hairs are perfectly spaced so none bunch up to make a patch more prominent, like you would see on normal skin. There are a smattering of freckles on her body, but these are anything but flaws on her skin, every freckle seems deliberately placed to enhance how you’d look at her, they were even symmetrical on each side! The tiny remaining rational part of her brain is bothered by how unnatural this looks, but the rest of her is just awestruck by how perfect and pretty this one part of her is. Her addled and obedient mind spends who knows how long just staring at the skin on her upper arms and upper breasts.

”I know your skin is pretty, dear, but that is the least of my work, no need to spend so long oogling at it.” There is an audible smile as the voice talks though. The voice seems happy at how awestruck she is by the voices work. “But, I suppose your silly mortal brain probably is having a little trouble with how deep in the mesmer I’m keeping you~” The voice giggles and it is a beautiful and unnatural sound. “Maybe I’ll help you focus on what a masterpiece I've made.”

A dozen thin pink tentacles rise from the floor and lower parts of the walls.

She knows that normally this would be cause for alarm, the tiny remaining part of her that is resisting the voice is shrieking about what the tentacles did to her ass earlier, but the voice told her to not be scared and so she won’t be scared. She wants to be praised and get to feel that mental hit of intimacy again, so she will stay calm even as these tentacles get closer.

”I want you to experience what an amazing body I crafted for you, and appreciate what a good job I did on the base body before I even add any of the required physical upgrades! It’s one of the prettiest human bodies I think I've ever managed to make. So let me show you just how nice it is~”

The cheerfulness in the voice becomes a little predatory at those last words.

One of the thin pink tentacles wraps around her foot and slowly moves up her leg, but it’s okay, the voice said to stay calm and not be scared, so the slimy tongue like texture of the tentacle against her skin only makes her notices how very sensitive her new skin is, even though it’s just around her ankle. As the tentacle moves up her calf and strokes across her flawless and oh so sensitive skin, she feels a heat in her groin.

She is not supposed to be scared, but she allows herself to think how strange and novel it is to not have a penis anymore and to feel arousal with what she assumes is a vagina. She doesn’t have a great angle on seeing her crotch past her breasts with how she is being held up in the air but she assumes she has a pussy now if she couldn’t see her cock. The tentacle keeps moving up just that one leg, and it is giving her a great sense of exactly how her leg is shaped, in a way that just looking at them from above didn't give her.

As the slimy soft slender tentacle moves up and caresses her thigh, the feeling of warmth and tingly arousal just increases. She thinks she can sort of feel how her new genitals are shaped just by the throbs of arousal that radiate from them as the slimy slick tentacle rubs its way closer and closer to her crotch. She can definitely tell she has a clit and lower lips now just from those feelings. Once the tentacle is done sliding its way all the way up her upper thigh it unravels from around her limb and pulls away. She can’t help but feel a little disappointed at no longer feeling that soft slimy tendril stimulating her.

”Just that leg is a work of art you know, so I hope this helped you appreciate it~ I’m sure you were very aware of it while I caressed it~“

The voice lets out another giggle, such a pretty sound that makes her want to do nothing but please it.

“I only touched just one leg with just one tendril so your silly mortal mind wouldn’t get scared. That felt nice didn’t it? My touch isn’t something to be scared of, isn't that right sweetie~ Do you think you can handle being touched more?”

Wasn’t that nice of the voice to worry about scaring her, but the voice already told her not to be scared and so she wasn't. That tentacle was very gentle as it slithered up her leg, it made her feel all sorts of nice new feelings, what a nice person the voice is for doing this all for her. She can tell the voice expects her to agree to more touches, and she hopes if she agrees that the tentacles will more directly stimulate her. Now she knows not to be scared and that the voice will keep her safe, she imagines tentacles inside her will feel much nicer than last time.

She nods to let the voice know she can handle more touches.

The other pink tendrils that were just waiting came in and wrapped around every part of her, and they were a lot less slow about rubbing up and down her body than the first one that explored her leg. She could feel tendrils wrap around her breasts and slithering up her limbs to caress all over her body. Before the tendrils even reached her crotch the feeling of them sliding over her sensitive skin was enough to make her gasp in pleasure. She is a little confused at how just being caressed without being directly stimulated can feel this good, but it’s not like shes ever been at all caressed like this before.

The tendrils do get to her crotch eventually though, slender ones like the ones caressing her, much smaller than what she felt in her ass last time. The voice must still be trying to not scare her, isn’t the voice such a nice person to worry about her getting scared, but she was told to be a good girl and not be scared so she isn’t. The slender tendrils start just by exploring around her lips, just rubbing and brushing against her from the outside. She is getting a very clear mental image of how she is shaped down there from all these touches. She can feel herself getting wet as the rubs and touches indirectly stimulate her clit and the sensation of having her pussy pleasured is novel and a little overwhelming, to her it doesn’t feel similar to jerking off at all.

Actually, Is she supposed to be getting this wet? Was this normal? She can feel herself literally dripping with arousal, as in she can actually feel literal drops of wetness that are running down her thighs and dripping off of her ass as she’s held in the air. The voice told her not to be scared but even in porn she has never seen anyone get that wet. When a tendril actually rubs directly against her her clit the shock of pleasure is almost too intense! An overstimulation of the senses that is almost painful. Her whole body tenses up from the shock and the tentacles seem to notice and go back to indirect stimulation. She can’t help but let out pleasured gasps and whimpers at all these feelings as she can feel an orgasm building up, at least that sensation remains familiar, even with different genitals.

”Awww is the little mortal sensitive? I guess you haven’t had a puberty’s worth of self love to get used to the sensation in this body. It is kind of adorable how easy you are to work up~ such cute reactions from such a pretty girl~.”

The voice is playful, but there is an undertone of arousal that she can hear in its voice.

One of the tendrils rubbing against her lower lips just slips inside as if it was a casual thing and not the taking of her new virginity, the tendril was thin so there was no resistance as it pushed inside and wriggled around exploring the opening to her vagina, not going any deeper than that, for now. Having something touch her inside, an inside that wasn’t her ass, was a very strange sensation! It wasn’t unpleasant, but her entire life experience involved never really feeling anything different in that area of her body, and now something was inside there and rubbing around, and it was stimulating her in a pleasurable way just as the outside rubbing had. She idly wondered if post op trans women had the same experience of suddenly feeling an inside where there was none before. The distraction of how novel it all was kept the pleasure from being too overwhelming, since sexual pleasure was in part a mental thing as well as a physical one, but one can only be distracted by thoughts of anatomy for so long.

Eventually, the tentacles rubbing her body and playing with her pussy were bringing her closer and closer to release. The ceiling on sensations before reaching orgasm seemed so much higher than before, and she didn’t know if that was a ‘girl’ thing or a ‘lovely voice that controls tentacles and can reshape my body made me more able to enjoy pleasure, because thats what the voice prefers’ thing. The tentacles indirectly stimulating her clit move to direct stimulation, the little tendrils overstimulating her when she was so close to the edge, her brain getting confused enough that the sensation was almost like some kind of pain even as she was on the edge of orgasm.

“Just relax and feel the heights of pleasure your new body can take you~. Just trust me to keep you safe, even though it can feel overwhelming and scary, be my good girl and just let yourself cum for me~.“

With the voice offering praise for obedience, she relaxes as much as she can, with the overstimulation now feeling just enough less like an attack on the senses that she can reach release, she shatters in pleasure. She cums harder than she ever has in her entire life, every rub of a tendril against her clit feels as intense as any orgasm she felt before but overlapping and in rapid succession, and it doesn’t end either, the orgasm just keeps going as the tendrils overstimulate her and the tentacles caress every part of her body. She can feel herself squirt like the most explosive of pornstars but has no mental space left at all to think about how different that is, she just feels the release and the hot splashes as it hits her legs and is sprayed around the the tentacle. She is crying and sobbing from the overstimulation while choking out gasping moans of pleasure at the same time, all the while the voice praises her for cumming.

”Thats my good girl, cumming for me, my good sweet girl for letting me bring you to this peak, knowing you'll still be safe as I play with you.”

She feels like the overwhelming and impossible orgasm goes on forever, her brain having no space left for any rational thought, having no room to compare the sensations to the ones shes used to, her mind is just blank with only the physical sensation of those horriblewonderful tendrils making the nerves of her clit overwhelm her, and the warm feeling of intimacy the voice gives her by being a good girl for it.

It couldn’t actually last forever because eventually the tendrils slow down, ramping down slowly so her mind isn’t shocked by the lack of pleasure, slowly pulling back from her clit though still pleasurably rubbing around her pussy. She can feel herself let out a few last little gushes of squirt as the tentacles take her down, so the orgasmic overstimulation couldn’t even have lasted all that long or she would have run out of fluid. The tentacles are very careful not to move too close to her clit as they keep rubbing her, leaving her in a tingly pleasurable afterglow that leaves her mind still reeling from the experience. Now shes not practically being forced to moan mindlessly, she gasps for air and does all the choked sobbing from being overwhelmed that she needs to do.

After shes caught her breath and stopped sobbing, one of the tendrils comes up to her face and wipes away some of the tears that were on her cheeks. Such a tender action from something as strange as a tentacle seems oddly incongruous and she cant help but giggle, it seemed just too funny to her while she was in this weird floaty mental state shes been left in after experiencing something so intense.

”Something amuse you my sweet little mortal?” The voice seems very satisfied with what shes done to her, wich makes her happy because she wants to please the voice and be her good girl. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself~ You react so well to the mesmer, so eager to receive rewards and obey, letting down your mental walls to the pleasure just for me like good girls should. It’s a shame I can’t keep you.”

She almost feels fear before remembering she wasn’t allowed to, but the voice couldn’t keep her? But how could she be the voices good girl if the voice didn’t have her, she doesn’t ever want to lose the feelings of intimacy the voice gives her for being a good girl. She leans her face into the tentacle that had been wiping away the tears, as if to keep it as close as possible.

The voice laughs at that reaction from her and presses the tentacles head against her lips, almost like a kiss. “You were so scared when I first woke you up, and now you can’t bear to leave me. I’m so very glad I found the levers I needed to make you happy here, and don’t worry my sweet mortal child you will have plenty more time with me and chances to be good for me.”

The tentacle against her lips presses a little bit more insistently.

”Now, be a good girl and open up, drink down what I feed you so you can to back to sleep sweetie. Now we’ve finished your base body we can start on the upgrades~.”

The part of her that still remembers how scary the feeling of tentacles invading her throat and fearing being choked is minuscule compared to the part of her that wants to be a good girl for the voice. So, she opens her mouth to let the tentacle in, the tip of the tentacle leaks a familiar madly oversweet taste of raspberries and she swallows it down as ordered.

”good girl~.”

As the sedative takes hold all she can feel are the feelings of affection and intimacy that being praised by the voice gives her, and the orgasmic afterglow from her wonderful new body.

A strange sort of routine forms with the voice waking her up to show her a change she has made to her body, and then thoroughly letting her experience its effects by somehow involving it in a tentacle fucking.

The voice regrows her penis and it was more sensitive than ever, so shes not at all sure if the sensitivity of her new body and genitals was at all normal for women, or enhanced the way her regrown penis had been. The testing of her body on that day was intense enough to make her black out a few times, with both sets of genitals being pleasured. The tentacles the voice used to let her “experience” the changes also got thicker and thicker and they all seemed to fit inside her just fine without any pain. They were reaching the worryingly large sizes that one would only see on fantasy dildos that seemed impossible for humans to take, if she hadn't seen porn cam stars take sizes like that it might have been enough to strain the order for her to not be scared.

She is so deep in the calm and submission that the voice keeps her in, that she barely even is surprised when the changes start being impossible things for a human body to have. She is woken up to be shown she has new feathered wings, or patches of soft white scales and downy fur across her body, that her forehead now sports long curved horns, that her tongue can stretch to hang a foot outside of her mouth if she wants it to, that her penis can now retract into a hidden slit, that her hands are now draconic looking claws, that her ears are now long and pointed and covered in something soft like fur or feathers, that shes grown a thick long lizard like tail. None of this bothers her overmuch, and the voice makes it a very pleasurably experience to feel how these new parts interact with the rest of her body.

Every time she is woken up to be shown a new feature she is overjoyed, not because of the new body part but because she has a chance to be good for the voice, to be praised and feel that rush of intimacy and a sense of accomplishment at doing what the voice wants.

More and more changes are made, more than the just the basic physical shape of her body towards what seemed like a draconic theme, stranger things. She gains strange new abilities. Abilities that if any part of her mind still had the capacity for worry and doubt against the voice, would seem to those parts as geared purely for combat. She gains the ability to send a strong electrical current through her palms, to extrude two kinds of poison from her clawtips, for her skin to change colours to match the background, that all her joints are now double jointed and her flesh is ridiculously stretchy and very hard to actually harm. The last change was demonstrated by a tentacle pushing inside so deep that she could see it bulge wildly on the surface of her belly in a way that should have normally been impossible for a human body, but so deep was the enforced calm she had been put in by the voice that she was just happy that the voice could fuck her in more ways safely.

The voice remembered the panic over choking that she had been in that first time she had woken up in this place, and to reward her for being such a good girl the voice decided to help solve that fear.

She was given gills, a throat that could stretch around almost any invading object, and a respiratory system that could hold a full 6 hours worth of air.

Even under the calm the voice put her in, testing the changes to her throat and breathing system by filling her throat with tentacles and tentacle cum really strained the order to not get scared. During that test some real feelings of fear managed to push past the state of calm and submissiveness she had been put in. When the voice dunked her under a pool of tentacle cum to test out the gills, she outright broke out of the calm and realised the horror of the entire situation for a moment or two before the voice pulled her out and put her back to sleep with the raspberry flavoured sedative goo.

The next time she woke the voice made sure to spend extra long praising her for being obedient and how good she was for accepting all these changes, putting her even deeper into the feelings of calm and subservience than before. The feelings of intimacy from the praise were ramped up to be so intense that they were enough to make her orgasm a few times. She was downright desperate to please the voice after that.

It was time to stop putting off the mental upgrades to the adorable mortal toy and send her off to go do what the wild empress had ordered the mortals reforging for.

The host body that her little mortal pets upgraded soul would be put in was almost dead, so she had no more excuses to put it off. It was a pity, she enjoyed playing with this new toy a lot more than she had expected to. She had spent almost as much time playing with the mortal pet as she had spent upgrading the mortal pets body.

The mind behind the tentacle pit did not look forward to doing this, she knew it would scare her adorable little pet a lot more than just the fear of drowning had, and she preferred seeing the little mortal happy and willing to do anything for her.

This time when she wakes up there is no enforced haze of calm and submissiveness, she is as aware of the situation she is in as she can be.

The memories of being fucked and played with by terrifying (and terrifyingly large) tentacles, and how much she enjoyed it, rush to her mind. The horror and shame of it all almost overwhelming her until she forces those thoughts out of her mind to focus on the now.

As was always the case in this tentacle cavern, the voice is there to greet her when she wakes.

”Sorry little mortal, I need you sober and aware for these changes. It’s safer to do delicate mind and soul work like this if I have you awake and able to react to changes. I hope you won’t get too scared my good girl, I don’t like seeing you in distress.”

She mentally flinches in preparation for that hit of intimacy when she hears the voice call her good girl, but none comes except for a pleasurable feeling of anticipation for that dopamine rush. She hates herself for having also wanted to feel that enforced sense of intimacy as much as she had dreaded feeling it. Then the phrase ‘delicate mind and soul work’ registers and she suddenly has an awful lot more to panic about. She doesn’t want any more fucking with her head! And fucking with her soul sounded even worse.

There is a tentacle holding a purple gem she knows for a fact is her actual soul, her old body has been melted away completely at this point, and her mind has been upgraded and all it seems good for is for her mind to feel ever more metaphysical horror at her soul being physically held by someone else.

There is a pulse of something from the tentacle that is holding her soul, and suddenly, everything is different. 

She cannot feel or see anything, but she can tell when the horrible little ‘teeth’ of that tentacles ‘mouth’ let go of her soul gem. The sense of relief of no longer feeling the violation of having her soul touched does not distract from experiencing the changes her soul just went through.

The mental changes before were strange, but experience of experiencing still roughly felt the same as before, there was more than enough continuity of thought to keep her feeling that she was herself.

Now however, the simple of act of thinking at all felt different. Her thoughts no longer move in the same ways. It was more than the expanded thought capacity from the mental changes from before. She thought faster now, clearer, less muddled, though maybe that had been a previous mental change that she hadn’t noticed in her panic. But an obvious change that there was no possible way of missing, was that when she thought of something there was an image of it in her mind. She did not have a visual imagination before! For her whole life she had not had the internal visual experience when thinking about stuff that was described by most people! She knew that wasn’t too abnormal, but to have spent a life without a visual imagination and now thoughts came with clear mental pictures! It was strange enough that she felt a bit of panic about if she was still herself. When she thought back to what just happened to see if there was a gap in continuity of thought, she couldn’t think of any gaps, even as mental images flashed up in remembrance.

When she focuses on the mental images of her memories of those moments, the visual memories of what just happened start to play in her mind like a video, different from the ‘normal’ mental images she was now experiencing. It was disturbingly exactly like a video, literally a visual feed of what she experienced as if it had been captured by a vr camera. She could focus in on things in the ‘video’ she was sure she hadn’t been paying attention to at the moment. She was pretty sure even for people who had visual imaginations it was not like this!

There were too many changes to the way her thoughts worked, her sense of being the same person she thought of herself as being was wavering. It was scary, but compared to having her soul touched it wasn’t that scary, she still had plenty of mental room to think past that level of fear. But now a part of her ongoing mental processes were dedicated to worrying about her sense of self. She starts searching for more changes actively rather than just being surprised by them when they occur. It also took her mind off the fact that now she was pretty sure that what she fundamentally was was a shiny purple glowing rock, and that she had no body or senses of the outside world. LETS NOT DWELL ON THAT, NOTICE THE SHINY CHANGES INSTEAD.

Was that…. A file name on the memory-video? Yup, apparently her visual memories have file names now. She even finds a memory audio file feature to match the memory videos. She finds she can do incredibly complex calculations automatically without even having to properly understand how to do them, as if she had a mental calculator app. This ramps up her worries about being someone different now. Had she been uploaded? Was ‘she’ an AI based on the person she remembered being and then tweaked to see herself as female? Had some gender toggle been flipped? Was all the tentacle horror that had happened a virtual simulation to an uploaded AI?

That impossible pure certainty from when the tentacle grabbed the gem that it was her actual soul that had been touched convinces her she can’t be an uploaded AI. Even if she could trust nothing else, she could trust that her soul had been touched and in the sense of violation that that had brought. She doesn’t even know why she is so certain of that feeling being representative of a real fact about reality, she had never even been particularly sure solipsism wasn't actually true, but that one fact about her soul she was absolutely sure of.

If she hadn't found a clock feature in her strange new mind, she would have had no idea how long she spent trying not to panic about having a computer app enabled brain and having no body or senses at all, but it was actually about 4 hours.

Despite not having ears anymore, impossibly, she hears the voice directly in her mind, independent of an actual sensation of hearing sound.

“I know that probably wasn’t very pleasant, but the worst of it is over. Such a good brave girl for me.”

She hates that she still craves the feelings of intimacy from being called a good girl by the voice, hates herself for it even as she hates the voice for making her crave it.

“This will be the last time I get to talk to you my little mortal, it was only a short while together but I had fun playing with you~.

And you turned out so well! You’ll see all the other fun changes that I will add, now the soulwork that was required has been done, when you get put in your new body.  I hope you think of me when you discover the new changes as you grow into them~. For being such a fun pet, I’ll make sure to add changes that will make my good girl happy!”

The last time? Will she be free of the voice? She isn’t sure wether to be worried about a ‘new body’ or not, this total sensory deprivation is hard to deal with, but the voice can’t rape her like this. Though, she supposes she could always touch her soul gem, but the voice seems to know that having her soul gem touched is at least unpleasant and doesn't actually seem to want to hurt her outside of whats apparently required of ‘needing to work’ on her. She is sure any further changes to her future body that the voice makes will be as inhuman or disturbingly sexual as the ones that came before.

“You probably shouldn’t be aware for the next part, next time you wake you’ll be in your new body and doing what you were made to do! I’m sure you’ll do a great job because you are the bestest girl~.”

What she was made to do? There was a point to all this? Well at least she won’t have to deal with the hated voice.

Ohgodno she can feel her gem being touched, then awareness slips away.

Poor little mortal, that can’t have been pleasant to go through. She wishes she could have kept the mortal under the mesmer the whole time, but that might have interfered with some of the delicate brain shaping she was doing. Along with some of the steps im preparing the soul to safely accept further changes, and make sure it would carry over the physical mutations into the next body, and to not overwhelm the new body with this changes until it was old enough to withstand them, meant she needed to keep the poor little mortal aware.

Well, she wasn’t aware right now, time for the big changes. The Wild Empress wants the little mortal to be magically powerful, so it is time to add the runenodes. Having a preprepared Soulstone makes this so much easier and quicker~

She physically engraves the Chirr rune onto the Soulstone. Then, the elemental runes that she has been synergistically mutating the mortals body to work with better, Tik and Thel for Metal and Holy. Then a smattering of useful mode runes to enable some proper spell-work to be shaped.

Next she upgrades the poor little mortals protections against manipulations by things like the mesmer she uses, she will probably never see the poor thing again and she seemed so upset by the idea of being controlled when not under the mesmer, so why not give her some peace of mind about mind control. She stacks on every protection she can think of onto the mortals Soulstone. There, if she can’t have her, nobody else can, and the mortal can feel safer and be happy.

With the magical processor she added to the mortals Soulstone, adding knowledge packets is a breeze. Fishing, herblore, alchemy, cooking, navigation and assorted survival skills should immediately help her. Geology to help her find metal to work her metal magic on, Smithing on how to forge that metal, The technical skills to turn that metal into more delicate and complicated items, and how to barter to help her sell the items, to help her make a living in the long term. She loads up some assorted fighting skills into the mortals processor, can’t have a paragon of dragonhood that is unable to physically defend herself. The sexual skills she adds because what kind of tentacle’d would she be if she didn’t give her little mortal the gift of pleasure.

Speaking of pleasure… While the mortal was scared of being controlled by something as heavy handed as the mesmer, she definitely noticed how much the little mortal enjoyed the rewards of obeying… Without the risk of being controlled and losing herself, the mortal would probably enjoy that aspect wouldn’t she? Probably definitely yes. So the tentacle pit tweaks the reward systems in the adorable little mortals soul to give her that emotional reward when she is praised and being a good girl. Maybe it will make the mortal think of her, wouldn’t that be cute.

She adds some extra senses, some mystical abilities that didn't involve spell-casting, a bird familiar, whatever other knowledge packets she had lying around, just as much as she can cram into the Soulstone before her time was up.

The tentacle pit is proud of how powerful and beautiful her little mortal will become, but a lot of that strength she will have to grow into, and won’t be able to immediately access it. She worries about her good girl, its a scary world out there with some very scary monsters, it wouldn’t do for her to be snapped up before she has a chance to grow.

Oh! She’s being silly isn’t she, she doesn’t have to make the mortal immediately powerful, she can send along something to be powerful for her! She picks out a Tentacled Advanced Powersuit and gives it a simple and helpful mind with a ton of processing power and some knowledge that didn’t fit so cleanly inside a mortals Soulstone. There! Only the best protection for a commission of the Wild Empress. Giving the mortal some living armor also gives her another way to enable some changes when the mortals new body is old enough, so the tentacle pit programs some delayed commands into the Advanced Power Suit and then makes it roll itself up into a collar to be more easily stored.

It… It seems there is nothing left to do, nothing more to add. Time to send the little mortal on her way, off to a new body and a new adventure. The tentacle pit enjoyed having a cute mortal pet around to play with, she hopes she gets a new flesh-crafting commission sometime soon.

The little girl on the boat feels close to death, she has been able to purify salt water to drinkable water in a magic cup that was left in her guardians magic bag, but there was no food left on the ship. Starving to death really hurt and she was sad all the time from missing her guardian and from knowing she was dying and everything was just terrible. She doesn’t have the strength to lean over the side of the boat to scoop seawater with the magic cup anymore, she knows you can’t last long at all without any water so this is probably close to the end.

There is an odd sound of something slithering and she looks upwards towards the sound. She is too weak to physically react to the sight of a circular portal in the sky and pink tentacles coming out of it. It’s not even that scary though, she was going to die anyway, the tentacles weren't attached to scary mouths or beaks like some of the things with tentacles in the ocean had, they were probably ‘normal’ tentacles. Normal tentacles wouldn’t be interested in taking someone so young anyway, even her guardian had told her she could escape from hungry monsters by hiding near normal tentacles when shes still little.

Why were the tentacles from the sky coming towards her? She didn’t really know what tentacles did to people after they caught them, but she knew she was much too young for that sort of thing, and these tentacles for sure didn’t look like they were attached to a hungry monster that would want to eat her. The lead tentacle was holding something… A shiny purple gem. It comes ever closer and brings it to her. Was the tentacle trying to give her a present? If she still had the strength she would laugh, she’s about to die! What use is a purple gem to her. The silly tentacle wasted its time bringing her this gem.

The tentacle shifts its grip on the gem and… Pushes it into her chest. There is oddly no pain from having a rock pushed deep into her chest, it goes all the way in and the skin closes up behind it, leaving no scar. The little girl is sure now this is just a hallucination now, none of it makes sense.

She can feel herself fading now, there is a warmth in her chest where the gem was pushed in but her thoughts are fading. She didn’t think it was that sad that she was dying. She hadn’t lived very long after all, and most of it had been spent hiding from the bad men, she mostly had wanted to keep her guardian happy but they were gone now. 

Her chest was getting warmer and warmer, but she barely notices, her thoughts are barely held together anymore, like a particularly random dream state.

Then the Soulstone asserts its ownership over the body of the little girl, her body glows briefly, and then the only mind left in that body is the sleeping one in the Soulstone.

A tentacle carefully puts the Advanced Power Suit collar on the girl before all the tentacles pull back through the portal and the portal closes.

(((Story continues in: Oh Lady take us home <-link )))