Seeing Scarlet (Princess Twinning TG) (Patreon)

It had felt like a succession of bizarre days ever since Scarlet El Vandimion had her engagement annulled by the awful prince of her country. Yet among all of it, the last thing she had expected was to be struck by lightning whilst traveling. Sure it had been stormy out, yet it was highly illogical for a bolt from the heavens to suddenly strike her. Especially a pink bolt as if the heavens were imparting a gaudy sort of smiting that felt… bizarrely good. She could write it off as some blessing yet the perverted nature of it couldn’t be understated, her normally impassive face left drooling and in a state that would grant her a different title than the bloody princess the commoners gave her. It was a stroke of good luck she was alone when it hit, beyond the lack of damage to her personage. She was rarely a vain person, yet amidst the bolt of pink she couldn’t help the odd arousal filling her at the thought of herself.

Thankfully it passed though her body still tingled, Scarlet making sure her body was still in good condition by punching through a nearby tree, nodding at the impact even if she still felt just the slightest bit off. It all left her feeling annoyed and bursting with nervous energy, Scarlet almost hoping she’d run across some ne’er-do-wells to vent this hard to place sensation emanating from her as if part of her was trying to burst out. That was perhaps the best way to describe it, yet it was a bit shameful hoping something bad would happen just so she could vent a childish frustration. Besides even if she was a maiden walking alone in a solitary location, it’s not like the kingdom was bad enough where that was often a-

“Scarlet you whore! You’re coming with us! We’re getting our revenge.”

It was her godawful ex Kyle, the lesser prince in every way to his brother who she also didn’t quite enjoy, but could at least tolerate. She thought he might have learned his lesson after she had attacked his entire coterie, but it shouldn’t shock her that a spoiled brat like himself would want greater retribution than what she had gotten off with. Somehow he was still underestimating her, only bringing one of his inner circle with him, that dark haired annoyance who she vaguely recalled being good with a sword, but not enough to give her any worry. No the true struggle of this all came from how much Kyle loved the sound of his own voice as he monologued incessantly.

“Terenezza says she has a special blessing to share and you get to be the first to feel its power. You ought to be thankful we’re even trying to capture you after you attacked royalty! I don’t care what my brother says, you’re a threat that should be in a dungeon for the rest of her pathetic-”

Scarlet didn’t much care to let him ramble on, tightening her knuckleduster gloves before jumping in the gap between words, punching him right in his nose as she heard a nice crunch though the response from her fists felt… off somehow. Despite that a lovely bloom of blood spurted as he collapsed backwards, his lackey next on the chopping block as he moved to cut her down.

Now that she thought back, wasn’t he one of the ones who regularly made ribald comments and attempted to make her ‘service’ them with their authority? She had been holding back for years since any kind of blowup could have affected her family negatively, but Kyle’s camp had all but collapsed since her now legendary beatdown. Honestly this kidnapping attempt was quite therapeutic, if only he could have brought more of those evil bastards for her to smash to a pulp. It wasn’t like any of them were a threat to her at this point. She stomped a heel down on his feet after dodging his opening strike, pivoting into a double kick that became a leg sweep before disarming him, finishing off with a harsh knee strike to the groin-

**SQUISH**

“GAHHHH AHHHNGH N-HOOOONGH~?!”

Again there was something off about the impact, Kyle’s goon collapsing to his knees as his voice cracked, hands rushing to his groin as he rolled about, Scarlet missing the sudden blush to his features as his cries choked out in an odd mix, her attention turning to Kyle since whether or not something was off, it was clear they were still just as effective. The whining cries made for a lovely ambience as she calmly walked to her former fiance, excited to etch this beating into his soul. She’d have all the time in the-

CRACK

“Oooh fuuuuck why does it keep GAHH~!”

Scarlet paused, confused herself, that kind of nice visceral popping of tendons and bone one she loved, the same noise his nose made as it snapped or when a punch dislocated an unwary opponent’s joints. Not an uncommon sound given her penchant for violence, yet without even touching his cradled face it sounded like her punch was still somehow hitting him? She had plenty of blessings of her own, but this was something new, her knuckles and knee both tingling with that same arousing energy from the lightning bolt, Scarlet now curious just what was happening behind his cowering hands as she grabbed them from the whimpering prince and squeezed, ready to uncover his-

CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE

“OW OW OWAHHHHN~? No what ahhre you UGHHH!”

Scarlet recoiled, unprepared for his hands to break in her grip as if they were plaster, their shape deforming before her eyes as the palms melted under her touch, fingers stretching out like a low level slime through crevices as she couldn’t help but notice an elegant bend to them, an odd familiarity to the texture and touch as the hairs rubbing against her palms vanished, a familiar softness rubbing back down to even the specificities of the subtle calluses. She let go, her stony face arched in surprise at the scraps of her own gloves that had seemingly melted onto his hands.

Well, not really “his” hands, Scarlet’s heart thumping as she saw the dainty things twitching as a pair of open fingered gloves buckled themselves over them, wrists visibly throbbing as the hair peeled away, then their tanner coloration before more meaty squishes accompanied the slow thinning of his forearms to match a direct copy of her hands.

“Y-YOU BITCH YOU MMGH d-hiiid something! C-Casted some echOH OHH spell or- FUCK IT H-URRRGH~!”

While she wasn’t one to want to pay attention to Kyle’s annoying timbre, she noticed the odd nasality of it, tiny quivers up as more pops like his face was meat on a skillet echoing around his exposed face, that thumping in her chest elevated as she could see the base of it shifting to accommodate the sharper, smaller jut of it, a spreading circle of paleness radiating out as she could see the edges of his ocular cavities sinking and widening his tear stricken eyes. This time she could watch what happened when the next loud pop happened, his smug cheekbones smoothing over, his body collapsing back as his eyes swiveled down, lids twisting as lashes pulled themselves longer, their dark color paling as each one spread to fit the widened sockets.

“Luuucas where ahhre you? J-Juuhst kill hergh ERGH and make it stahhhp~.”

Scarlet was mesmerized, the mix of pain and clearly unwanted gasps of enjoyment stirring something in her, the viscerality of it all almost tailor made for her tastes as she could feel heat in her cheeks, though she doubt it could compare to the heat in Kyle’s as his contours continued to melt and pop.

She almost joined him in the moaning when his hands grasped his temples, a confused look at the touch of his changed fingers melting into a blurry eyed bliss as his own hands scrunched his forehead in, a nauseous moan accompanying the nice crunch of his skull as eyes continued to pale and sharpen in shape, his bloody nose giving one more shift as it shot out a few more spurts, the drips staining his thick shouldered military coat and white undershirt a scarlet more vivid than what was normally possible. Of course, normally drips of blood didn’t also make the fabric it touch writhe like a nest of worms before threading back into her dress’s red lace, but that did remind Scarlet that she had attacked more than just the prince.

She initially only meant to glance away for a moment to confirm, unprepared for the drooling, grunting mess of a “man” before her, his voice seemingly unable to speak, only gasp in overwhelmed puffs of air, his ass grinding against a tree, attempting to stand, the front half of his pants bloomed like a rose into the connected frills of a red dress skirt. His cheeks were nearly as red, Scarlet’s own panties turning damp once she noticed how obvious his features were twisted into a mask of ecstasy, arms awkwardly hefting the fringe of the forming skirt, the back of his pants blooming into the rest of her train as a different kind of liquid spurted onto the grass below.

His fingers were clutching around a nearly finished copy of her own silk undergarments, the lace waxing away any pubic hairs that remained, bundled over a painfully crumpled looking shaft, Scarlet realizing each wheezed out exhale accompanied a visible inwards lurch of the tilted cock, the shaft punching between his half empty ballsack with a meaty thwack as its distended tip thrashed, the panties squeezing it against the rest of his mangled meat as the whole thing pounded against itself.

“How beautiful…”

Scarlet’s eyes gleamed at such brutal pleasure, flashing back to the first time she saw blood and the rush it gave her, that desire to pound her own values into the immoral louts she regularly had to humor now being fulfilled into this perverse display. And whether or not he had much say in the matter, it was clear how much his body was enjoying it, the mangled shaft still trying to grow erect as it thrust inwards over and over, the drool and glassy eyed bliss overwhelming as Scarlet surveyed the rest of her handiwork.

Where her heels had stabbed a foot had hardened the blood, the person whose name she had already forgotten and would have little point in a matter of moment’s boots squeezed into dyed red heels, his feet already arched and tailored to her size, his socks in the process of rising up his legs as her black garters, Scarlet softly panting along as she heard the muscular shred and splatter of his knees bowing inwards, calves squashed longer and curvaceous as his whining audibly whistled up half a register as whatever was left in his sack was forced in with a viscous squelch. Her skin was like an inverse bruise on his exposed thighs, swelling and swelling as any ruddy patches were splotched and bleached, a few feminine gasps finally audible as the grinding of his ass paused from the sound of his ass spanking itself.

Each wobble bloated his cheeks as the tortured shaft sank, its fluids turning clear and slippery, Scarlet enthralled as her thighs formed over his muscles, squashing the lump as the whole thing shuddered before a violent lurching force slammed ‘him’ against the tree, her panties squeezing flat, HER diaphragm crumpling as a reedy imitation of Scarlet’s voice shrieked out in ecstasy. It was already clear before, but as she watched the lackey’s bottom half succumb to her figure, it only verified her assumption. Somehow her violence could turn people into herself.

“What ahhre those noises? Scarlet I know you’re there! How dare you raise a hand to a princ-“

She slapped his face with an open palm, watching it ripple and shift, his eyes gaining her icy countenance as they finished shifting, lips splitting and bloating before smacking together wetly. This was better than her wildest fantasies, more blossoms of red sprouting on his clothing as the split lip healed.

“Prince? I don’t see a prince any more.”

“What? Of course I’m- GAHHH!”

She grabbed him by the scalp, feeling some give as the color drained wherever she brushed, his arms changed up to the elbows now as the sleeves grew wider, slipping up to expose their softer contours as they flailed ineffectively. She wrenched him around to face his changing lackey, the tugging forming two white hair vents, braids twisting and pulling out his lengthening locks into a snowy bob.

That was enough to shut him up, whatever retort he had dying in his throat right as his lackey found hers, the half turned Scarlet’s thighs squeezed around hands that were audibly breaking as she fingered herself, cum sliding down as it wrapped around them as her gloves, her core sucked in as the dress shirt tightened to a girdle. She shook her hands clean after a few contractions pulled her shoulders inwards, the overwhelming shock of pleasure turning her black hair pale as she pounded her knuckle dusters into her chest. It didn’t take long for her chest to fight back against the bullying, swelling forth as military fabric burst into the rest of her dress, the almost Scarlet eagerly choking herself as her moans finally tweaked themselves to properly match her tone even if she never sounded as openly perverted as this.

“Do you see now? What was it you said when you broke things off? The things you hated?”

The irony was too potent to leave alone, her turn to monologue as that failure of a lackey finished fixing herself, hands eagerly slapping and molding the clay of her ugly mug into something much finer, her irises rolling back into her head with a shudder before rolling back in a much icier shade.

“My grim blue eyes?”

Her brow snapped, hands happily tearing at her scalp as she finished up her self molding.

“My vexing silver hair? My expressionless… well actually I’d say that’s the one thing left to go, but everything you’ve hated is yours.”

“NO NOOO I WON’T LET Y-HRRK~?!”

He finally found his voice again, Scarlet happy to get one more chance to shut him up as she pulled her middle finger back with her thumb and flicked his throat as hard as she could, jamming the lump back in like a projectile shot into the depths.

Kyle coughed up something viscous that splattered all over his collar, the tight fit peeling away as it bared more of his collarbone, though honestly it irked her to hear a copy of her voice sound so pathetic with his tonality still present. At least his lackey had finally calmed down to a more respectable show of lust, her reactions fading to a faint flush beneath her eyes, the corners of her mouth pulled into an eager, tight smile as the two Scarlets stared at the source of so many of their frustrations.

It was quite convenient having someone who truly understood you, Scarlet not needing to say a word to her new twin, a series of simple gestures and nods getting the point across as they enjoyed the sight of a prince squirming. Kyle was clearly in a panic, shaking his arms as the sleeves continued to ruffle outwards, the changes nearly up to his shoulders while the pale flesh spread over his collarbone, the dimples they made below his neck wriggling as he gave a few choked grunts before they rearranged to accent his slender new neck.

“NO NO THIS C-AHHHN’T BE HAHHHPPENING! ROYAHHLTY CAN’T BE OVERWRITTEN LIKE… L-Like…”

The other Scarlet had him surrounded, the original not letting go of his hair for a second as she stretched the fingers of her free hand and made a fist.

“Oh really? Let’s test that then. Now make a firm stomach and-”

They both slammed their fists into either side of his waist, driving the breath from his lungs, the mass from his core and copious amounts of cum as it stained his white pants scarlet. Now this was a punch, both Scarlets blushing as they felt their knuckles crumple ribs and part muscle, collapsing his waist with two meaty crunches that drew his figure in like a girdle being drawn to choking degrees of tightness. While the sides now dipped beautifully inwards, it seemed the mass had mostly diverted, bulging like a pot belly up front, crowding his diaphragm and awkwardly pooled around his pecs yet not under them.

“Seems to me like shoddy stuff.”

“Yes I do think it’s much more structurally sound after that adjustment.”

It seemed like he was having trouble breathing from whatever internal shifts they had left half complete, his voice coming out strained and wheezing, Scarlet letting him flop to the ground, landing on his malformed pot belly as with a clearly pleasured cry a chunk of it pounded into his ass.

“What’s wrong Kyle? I thought you always wanted our body at your beck and call? You said it belonged to you plenty of times before you annulled. We’re just making that true.”

Each grabbed a shoulder and pinched a nipple, rolling them as they could feel their knuckles crumple fibrous strands of muscle snapping as they dug into them, lace blooming under their touch as each jerk sent more of his former core squirming under nipple that were bloating visibly through the thinner dress fabric.

“NO NOOOOOH~ OHHH~ PL-HEEEASE I’M S-AHHHH~”

Kylet’s temples were throbbing, the pain outclassed by the pleasure, his cock leaking freely as the two Scarlets eagerly fondled his growing bosom. Everything was so tender, a bubbling deep in his navel spreading heat as his own moans sounded arousing, Scarlet’s husky voice trembling like he had broken her, a part of him revolted that that turned him on as his exes roughly made him cum.

“Saaa? No it’s Scaa for Scarlet. Don’t tell me even with all of this you’ll still remain a dullard.”

The bodice of the dress was filled, barely anything on his body not dyed red or black as his undergarments flopped under his cock, squeezing against his balls as lace sawed between his trembling sack.

“NOOOO I-I’M SAHHHRRY! D-DOOOHN’T MAKE ME YOOOU! I’LL DOOO AHHNYTHING!”

The two Scarlets seemed to consider it, letting him go as he tried to run only for his shoulders to wrench themselves inwards, pain racing up his spine as vertebrae by vertebrae each one popped into a new position. This left him facedown on the floor, ass gradually rising as his back spasmed, giving them a decent show as his pant legs began to flower.

“We wouldn’t want to be cruel.”

“And he does seem sorry.”

“But there needs to be some punishment.”

“And he’s all but presenting himself to us.”

“Then how about one for every year?”

“Exactly what I was going to suggest.”

The original had the honors of hoisting him over her lap, his wriggling turning him over the wrong way as she settled him down with a back breaking slam against her knee. That dazed him enough to get him into position as his pudginess deflated with the slightest bit of pressure, Scarlet counting the years in her head silently as her open hand crashed into his buttocks.

Skylet cried, everything shuddering when her hand came down, his ass rippling with fat that overflowed into his thighs, his tits shaking and his head felt delirious as each harsh spank rattled his skull. Memories were being corrupted, Skylet feeling his attempts to hold on only hastening the shift in perspective, seeing himself from a different perspective, feeling the rage, the frustration, moaning as he thought back to the day Scarlet attacked him and feeling turned on by the thought of pounding his own face into a perfect copy of-

“OHHH OHH YESSS AHHH W-HAAAIT MY NNNGH H-HEEAD~!”

Scarlet finished his punishment and let him go, wiping off the front of her dress as his cum turned to vaginal fluids, but a mess was still a mess, the two quite happy to watch the rest as Skalet rolled about, one hand against his temples, the other at his groin. He had to ignore the pleasure, the disdainful voices in his head telling him to give in, that powerful feminine urge spreading up his core as the now plush feeling of his thighs felt so good against his cock, the muscle behind them surely strong enough to make it pop if she only-

“Noooo I-I’m nahht Scaaahrlet I’m not a g-hiiirl? Ooh my cahhhck ahh ahhhn I won’t leehht you-”

There was the slightest threat of pulling behind it, Kyle’s hand diving through the dress skirt, gripping his stiff rod and squeezing it before it could slip inside-

SQUIIILEERCH

“OOOOOOOOH~?!”

It crumpled in ‘his’ grip, Scarlet’s hands half fingering it in by accident, the other two struggling not to laugh at how quickly he had forgotten just how easily his lackey had used his changed hands to mold the rest.

“UHHHHNGH M-HYYYY OH OHHH~!”

The more he tried to grab it the more it deformed, crinkling his shaft, thumbing his tip deeper into the shaft, wringing out its girth with every desperate ministration of her fingers as a mess of thinning cum squirted out. Gods why did it have to feel so good? Why was it so hard to grasp? It was so fucking annoying and slimy and worthless and oh ohhh~ yesss~! Without meaning to his fingers had slipped inside a slit, thrusting the crumpled thing in as her balls emptied, Scalet moaning as her masculinity ran down her thighs, something popping as her head was pounding.

She was cumming, memories running out, that aching pathetic voice getting quieter as she continued to pleasure herself, groaning as her moans turned less extreme, her temples throbbing harder. Without thinking her own hand smacked across her forehead, Scarlet gasping as it felt like something had shaken loose. Some small part resisted, teeth trying to keep the gloved hand at bay as her hand repeatedly rammed against her brow until she finally felt the last of him spill from her thighs.

“OHHH OHHhhh yesss~! Mmm~ now what did he want from us? Oh right a summons to the castle was it…?”

Scarlet walked in alone, ready to confirm her suspicions as she waltzed into one of the side halls, not at all shocked to see a gathering of dukes there and above them all on the main stage, her ‘rival’ Terenezza. The love obsessed girl was at least somewhat insane in Scarlet’s eyes, constantly rattling on about things she didn’t remember and making references that had little bearing to conversation, her violet eyes sparkling as she saw Scarlet enter.

“Ohhh fiiinally. I was wondering what was taking my prince so long to finally give you what you deserve. Take my fists of shared love!”

She pranced towards her, charging up a fist almost mockingly, giving Scarlet a glancing blow on her chest as she then twirled in victory.

“Now Scarlet this will only take a few moments but you should be basking in my greatness, the goddess of love bestowing me with the ability to spread my gift to all who GRKK?!”

Terenezza talked too much, a fact Scarlet was happy to rectify as she punched her halfway across the ballroom, passively reminding herself to give some extra blessings to the god of time for protecting her from becoming such a bubbly, filthy brat. She clearly had a lot of maturing to do and Scarlet was happy to help.

“Wha the hehhhll?! You’re sh’poshed t’be moanin and s-squeeeling? Rggh wha th-”

There were a few pops, her loose hanging jaw clicking back into place, her hands feeling up the splotch of paleness from the punch as the bones clicked and shifted. The exploratory nails soon shriveled up to the nailbed, Terenezza’s confusion becoming panic as she watched the color drain from her cotton candy bangs and stretch into a familiar silver.

“No! Th-This is myyyy blessing it’s my- ooh~ K-Kyyyyle quickly where ahhre-”

Scarlet closed the distance, leaning over as she pulled up her prey and whispered, “*I’m right here. Thanks for sending this blessing down. May it better you like it bettered me.*”

“NO I DON’T WANT TO BE SOME CRAHHPPY VILLAI-EGHH MMMGH GAAAH~!”

Scarlet grinded her knee right into Terenezza’s groin, the reverberations echoing as a wave of black spread up her pink dress. Her legs squeezed together as she fell, shrieking as her hips rocked with every repeat hit, Terenezza feeling the force splinter her hips wider, slamming into her womb before striking even further. Scarlet wondered if she should have saved her face for last, but then again it would be her last chance to punch such a hatable visage, the rest of her features crunching to shape as she moaned in Scarlet’s voice.

There was confusion from all around, all of Kyle’s party assembled for what was meant to be their victory it seemed, their ringleader’s fiancee openly cumming as her legs grew slick with tightening pantyhose, her moans getting softer as her figure spread out, tits tearing through the pink as it blackened, quickly bound back into one of Scarlet’s black dresses as the former rival shuddered. Her eyes rolled upwards, only the whites visible as a few final shakes spread throughout before she came back down, an icy glare replacing her former arrogance.

“What’s happening here?”

One duke finally asked what they all were thinking, unaware of the other Scarlets sneaking in from the back. The former Terenezza sighed, turning to face them all. Already a few of the back stragglers were being choked out from behind, dresses blooming out as knee ground cocks into matching slits, a very surgical series of strikes forcing their figures out before the corrupt nobles had a chance to even resist. They could have more fun once the number of nobles dropped below their growing headcount, but it was lovely seeing such productive violence, the newest Scarlet quickly having that title taken from her as she decided to respond.

“Isn’t it obvious? We’re cleaning up this kingdom’s trash. Though you’ve all switched sides and betrayed benefactors countless times, I feel confident this time will stick. Now do try and entertain us scum…”

The violence erupted then, pot bellies crushed into hourglasses, faces slapped feminine as concussive strikes quickly converted their targets, a lovely din of moans and shrieks building to the same icy tone. Two Scarlets stood guard at the doors, any castle guards that poked their heads in quickly converted and added to the throng. And yet was this truly enough? Scarlet could feel something had awakened in her similar to when she had discovered violence, that hot thrill seeing others melt into her identity, crushing them to her form. Perhaps the best way to change the kingdom would be to change the kingdom, the thought getting her wet as she joined the fray to paint the royal halls Scarlet…