Deep Sky - A 2-part mass Ruin TF story (Patreon)

Welcome to Deep Sky!

This is a side project I started to give Patreon subscribers some exclusive tasty content while they wait for Chapter 2 of SL4, and it will be released in two parts.

Part one is available right now, right below this preamble. It is a 10,000 word, sex-filled Ruin TF story where the whole world is infected by a mysterious corruption virus known as Deep Sky, however the story is told backwards, starting within the Ruin filled world, and then stepping backwards to explore how and why it became what it is.

Part two will be a game I release, which will be a choose-your-own-adventure story that plays out the plot of Deep Sky but moving forwards instead, allowing you to make choices along the way that branch the story into how you decide to corrupt the world.

I have planned 270 endings to part 2. Once part 2 is finished, I will release it to subscribers to play, and then release part 1 to the public for everyone to enjoy.

If you haven't subscribed yet, now is a perfect time to~! Chapter 2 of SL4 is coming soon as well, so subscribers are eating very good.

This story includes themes of incest, mass TF, and dubious consent.

Ruin.

It was a deep, mindless pleasure. The dreamy, weightless, constant warmth in the pit of your stomach. You have not felt the mere concept of “exhaustion” in a fathomless amount of time.

You are Ruin. You’ve been Ruin for quite some time too. You have deep black skin that’s smooth to the touch, a long beautiful tail, a pair of bright oval eyes that stay dreamily half lidded. Your paws, both hands and feet, are soft and clean, easily accessible to anyone who would do anything to stuff their face over your beans. Your maw is soft and plush, with a tongue that can push into the mouths of anyone you’d spend hours with kissing, and your lips are silky smooth, perfect for sliding down the length of a cock. You forgot what a gag reflex is.

Your hips are round and thick, beautiful for a princess of your stature, but that’s not the primary thing people love to stare at below the waist. Clenching every so often are your fat, yet still lovingly soft balls, connected to your puffy sheath that throbs to the rhythm of your heart beat. Every so often, when the raw dopamine coursing through your body floods you enough, your cock comes sliding out of your warm sheath, the act of it slipping out feeling like a wet hole itself, which is easily enough to cum in a couple of moments. There is no refractory period, nor need for rest. You cum, and if you want to keep cumming, you keep cumming. You have gone months cumming before with your sisters, because why would you stop when you’re having so much fun?

Beneath your ever-churning balls is a soft, welcoming pussy. It isn’t too big, but it is marvelously stretchy, much like a rubbery toy. You have not met a cock that you couldn’t push inside you, and you are proud of that. Your favourite way of playing with others is getting to be on top, straddling their hips, pushing their length inside you. They cum in seconds, mostly because they want to, but even if they didn’t, your womb would pull their cum right out of their balls. If they’re holding eggs, you make them push them out of their length too so you get to hold onto them, lay them later out of your pussy, cock, ass, or even your mouth if you’re feeling like it.

And the cum, oh the cum. You feel the deep, fathomless depths of your cum inside your balls. It’s an ocean, a deep and beautiful ocean of white that froths and churns, and explodes from your stretching tip of your three-foot-long knotted cock. Surely you have shot enough cum to flood the earth a hundred times in your life, and yet for some reason the cum never seems to destroy anything. It gets everywhere, yes, but once sex comes to a soft end, the cum eventually leaves, and everything is as it should be. Sometimes it sticks around, when you or other Ruins want it to, sometimes a lake can be flooded for a while, and sometimes things go back to how it was. Sometimes you question this, but the question is always posed as a joke. It’s pretty funny how you can shoot an arc of clear white cum high enough to break the clouds far above, and rain a typhoon of girlseed across the continent, and then when you’re done with your fun, it’s as if it never happened. Convenient!

You are Ruin. You are pretty, happy, and satisfied with your existence, and you’ve happily fucked so many other Ruins for so long. Your sisters, mothers, daughters, all of them deeply in love with you, and you are in love with all of them. You’ve married hundreds of them, and birthed thousands more, and married them too. Every time you do, you feel the same euphoria as every other time. Sex never feels the same, it never softens, it’s just…perfect.

And that’s how it’s been for…

…how long now?

One day, you, Ruin, are gliding down the sidewalk of your neighborhood. Ruins are out and about, some walking with other sisters, some are fucking them passionately, and others, like you, simply enjoy the sunny day. You got a telepathic request from a sister across town who needs help with filling a few bathtubs with cum in order to keep her reserves topped up. She’s a baker, and filling many rolls with ruin-cream is super important. Of course she could do it herself but why not do it with her sister?

Your tail sways with a heavy swish behind you. Your paws don’t touch the ground, simply gliding an inch off the ground. There’s a thousand things around you that could warrant you jerking off, like how the sensation of weightlessness is deeply pleasurable, and how the heavy swish of your tail is weighing right against your prostate, or how your own cock musk is wafting up to your little nose. Yes, you could cum on the spot to any of these hundreds of pleasure-points, and your sister will never lose her patience if you took a couple of months, or years, cum-flooding your surroundings before getting there, but you are in the mood to fuck your sister, and you’ve long since been able to control what turns you on and what stays as a passive, warm pleasure that radiates across your body.

You stop at a bus stop, gently setting yourself down on one of the benches and crossing your thick thighs, your long tail sliding against the wall behind you. You let out a long, satisfied sigh, your paw wandering down to rub your sheath a little as you let your mind wander to any manner of fantasy that swirls in your corrupt mind, until you feel something you haven’t ever felt before: your tail is sitting rather uncomfortably against the wall behind you.

You shift in place, your paw moving up in an almost instinctive way to snap your fingers and warp the bus stop to accommodate your thick tail, but you stop.

Your eyes meet the back wall of the stop. It’s old, fairly dirty, with paint gently peeling off the surface. There are cracks in the old wood, and the scent of faintly rotting oak touches your nose. These things are not new to you, there are a few grimy spots in the city that haven’t been touched yet, and you know this bus stop is pretty old, but…

You find your eyes wandering over the whole station itself. The wall comes to a grimy glass roof, covered in deep brown mold, moss, leaves, and grime. The metal that held up the glass is rusted in a beautiful deep red, but you can still see what used to be dark green specks of paint that used to cover the bars. To the side, large square glass cases that used to hold advertisements lay bare, the glass, much like the roof, is thick and dirty, especially around the edges.

More your eyes wander, now to the bench you were just sitting on seconds before. It’s curved, and the bars that divide the bench into three are old. The plank that the bench was made out of has almost entirely fallen apart, but the most miraculous thing about the bench was how small it is. Your balls hung very easily off the front of the bench when you sat down, and you could almost see the edge of your thick Ruin donut from below too. It looked as if it was made for someone at least two thirds your height, maybe shorter. 

To the side of the bench was what may have been a trash can. You have no concept of being grossed out, so you peer inside. It’s mostly just dirt and blown-in tree leaves, but sticking to the bottom corner of the trash bin is what looks like an old weathered piece of paper. The colours are still there, probably contained from any decay by the layer of dust and dirt on top of it.

With a gentle tug, you float the paper up from the bin, gently peeling it off the metal side of the trash can and fluttering the paper up to your vision, spreading it out. A lot of it has been torn, and there’s a layer of off-yellow grime on it. 

City fairAugust 2nd - 7thAll agesVancouver comes alive during its annual summer festival, relocated to outside Waterfront station.Please respect social distancing and remember to quarantine if you are experiencing symptoms of Deep Sky.

You almost drop the paper as your eyes widen. Your tail stiffens instinctively, your mind racing. Every word on this paper you recognize. The city, the fair, the station, Deep Sky. That was what the city was called, that’s what it IS called! Why did you forget?!

No, you didn’t forget this. Of course, you remember everything. You just didn’t bother thinking about this. Your life before this, before…Ruin. 

You weren’t always Ruin. Your name was August, a name that was tied to a human body. Your skin was a soft white, you didn’t have a tail, or paws…or a cock for that matter. You lived a pretty boring life, in a boring city, but you…

You scoff, your paw meeting your head as the memories continue to flow through you. You had an art website, and a Discord server, and you had plans to travel abroad to study language. And then…

“Are you getting on, sis?” Ruin asks you. You realize you’ve been standing there while the bus had arrived and opened its doors for you. Another Ruin had sat at the stop, probably watching you reel around your mind.

You open your mouth, your eye-ridges furrowing, but you take a few seconds to actually come up with a sentence.

“What…was your human name, Ruin?”

The Ruin doesn’t answer right away, slightly surprised at the question. She crosses her paws across her chest, thinking about it for a second.

“Uh…Toby, yeah,” she said “but my birth-name was Robin. I was a few years into testosterone when Deep Sky happened, and now I’m Ruin.”

“Did you…have any like…”

You take a moment to come up with a new question, “did you have a family?”

“Yeah. I live with my mom still, though we didn’t have as many kids as before heheh” she giggles, “but yeah. My human dad was killed during turnover, but he was an asshole transphobe, so…”

Her tail sways, thinking, before casually shrugging.

“…yeah. Why?”

“Do you miss it?”

To this, Ruin purses her lips, furrowing her eye-ridges.

"eh......no, i don’t think so. There are a couple things i kinda miss about it, but not enough to be like, sad about it or anything,” she says, uncrossing her arms and setting her paws on her hips, “this is kind of the body i dreamed of, and I'm closer to my family because of it.”

She tilts her head.

“Do you miss it?”

You pause, now the Ruin being put on the spot. After a while, you realise you have a similar conclusion as her. You miss it in the sense of its uniqueness, not in the sense that you felt like you left something behind. You still know your family, you still talk to them every so often, all that’s changed is now you’re in constant sexual euphoria constantly and forever.

“No, but…” you finally manage to speak. The bus pulls away, clearly realising that the two of you are too in the midst of something to get on the bus, “…but i want to understand how this began.”

The Ruin smiles at this, “okay! I can respect that~” she says, moving closer and rubbing her sheath into yours, “I have somewhere i gotta be, but I wish you the best of luck~”

You murr, meeting her lips in a passionate kiss as you feel her cock sliding into your sheath. You take a moment to politely make out with her, the two of you splashing cum all over the sidewalk, some of it gushing right back into your cock too.

Once the two of you felt satisfied, she lifts off the ground and hovers off. You, meanwhile, return to the paper you left on the bench. Surely you can do something with this…

You close your eyes and feel the energy around the discarded poster. You feel it’s corruption swirling around it, the tendrils slipping off into a direction you can’t see, but when you turn your minds gaze in its direction, you see where it’s leading. With a graceful movement, you step through the darkness.

Backwards…

Breathe out.

Your eyes open, you hear shouting. Your heart beats fast.

“I can’t see them!” You hear someone shout, “they’re around us!”

“Would you shut the fuck up?!” Another one. Humans, in tactical gear, speaking through a mask. 

It’s night time, you’re in a building. Toppled over desks, broken computers, strewn papers, exactly like the one you were holding are at your feet. Your tail twitches, sensing the air.

Fear, you taste fear. It’s billowing out of a group of humans in very heavily guarded clothing. They’re in masks, and they’re carrying guns.

You step forwards. They’re scared of you. No, they’re scared of all of you. You can smell many Ruins around you, but you are at the front of the pack.

Your ear twitches.

“They’re going to- we’re gonna…!”

This isn’t right. This can’t be right. Why are they afraid of you? What is there to be afraid of? You take another step forwards when you finally actually see one of the humans. They’ve poked their head out of an overturned desk, and a long, black weapon is pointed directly at you.

“STAY BACK!!” The human shouts, “S-STAY THERE! D-don’t fucking move!!”

You stop, your paws raised. A few Ruins around you flinch, their bright eyes darting to you and back at the weapon. 

“I’m not here to hurt you,” you say calmly, even though your heart is racing, “please put the weapon down”

“D-DON’T F-“ the human’s breath catches in their throat, unable to utter out their full sentence. Their hands are shaking. You have not moved, but you can sense their fear has overflowed their mind. You can sense the trigger being pulled.

You already know you won’t be harmed by the bullets. Your body isn’t made out of flesh and bone, and no mere gun can end your life, but you know the Ruins around you don’t know that. Your paw rushes to the side, and the gun is suddenly destroyed. With a single step, you are in front of the terrified human.

“HHAH!!” He gasps, falling to the floor, but you catch him in a bed of psychic energy, lifting him off his feet. Your paw meets his chin, and you take off his mask.

“Breathe.” You command. You feel his body quickly adjust to your presence, the panic beginning to soften. Not fully disappear, but soften enough for him to speak.

“We’ve given you many chances,” you say, keeping the human in place, “and many have made this change willingly, but if your intent is to harm us, then I’m going to need to do this by force.”

“N-no i…”

You feel the humans heart rate spike, but your body exudes an energy that clashes with his panic.

“I don’t…i don’t want to…be…”

“Shhhh….” You gently slide your paw down his flank. His tactical gear vanishes, and he’s left in his plain clothing underneath, “you’re very pretty for a human~”

This catches him off guard. His skin begins to soften, and his eyes stop watering. His breathing is still wavering.

“I…but…”

“Relax, hun,”

His feet gently kick in the air as the rest of his clothes fall away. His feet stretch out into dextrous paws. His breath becomes hot as a thick tail pulls out of his backside, and his eyes glisten with clear white energy.

“There’s a good girl…~ that feels better, hmm~?”

The transforming human lets out a gentle whine, their hips fattening, and their human cock starting to fatten out. As you stroke his sides, you feel his mind start to reveal. 

You sense his envy, his deep, repressed longing, seeing those affected, and seeing how happy they look. He wished for a tail like theirs, a smile like theirs, a family like theirs.

“A-am i…you’re…am i infected…?”

You nod.

“Am i Ruin…?”

You smile, and nod again as his cock erects to full size. You look down to it, your paw on his softening chest.

“May i?”

He squeezes his eyes shut, then nods enthusiastically.

You slide your paw down to his fattening sheath, gripping his knot as you gently rub it. The two of you lift off the ground as your tail touches theirs.

“There’s a good girl…” you breathe, moving closer as your hand gently pumps their quickly lengthening cock, “your tail is growing in very beautifully”

“Hh-haah…~” they mewl as they push their hips into yours, frotting their cock into yours. Your paw slides off their sheath.

“It feels so…ohh fuck…~”

“Not as bad as you thought hmm~?” You smile, “want me to keep going~?”

Another nod. You push your cock between her thighs, sliding close to her pussy as it grows in. She lets out an adorable mewl, grinding her hips as her nose pushes out into a soft muzzle. Her eyes glimmer with desire as she looks up at you longingly. With little resistence, you push inside her pussy, and with that, her body finally finishes its transformation. You wrap your arms around her and push your knot inside. She gasps, her toes spreading out in pleasure.

“I’m gonna…!”

“Yes Ruin~! Cum for us~!”

The new Ruin arches her back, her new, fat knotted cock erupting the last of her human seed across the roof of the old office building. Her eyes shut tight, burying her head into your neck as the two of you cum in the air.

The Ruins around you have joined in on the fun, now that it seemed safe. The new Ruin pants hard, holding you tightly as she blinks her bright white eyes open.

“Hh-hhohh…..” she pants, looking down, realising the two of you are a couple feet off the ground. She instinctively clings to you, but you set your paw on her flank.

“It’s okay…~! You’re safe~” you smile, “you’re still clinging to gravity. Let go~”

Still breathing fairly laboured, she gently lets go of you and relaxes, drifting off of your body. She looks down at herself. Her paws, her hips, her huge tail, and massive cock. You can tell by the way her eyes sparkle with awe how amazed she is at the new form. Finally, she smiles.

“O-oh gosh…~” she huffs, “i-I'm…”

She looks to you, “I…I thought i would…”

You shake your head, “if your personality was overwritten, there wouldn’t be a Ruin to begin with,” you explain, “how do you feel?”

She takes a moment to look herself down again, before answering your question with a barrage of more questions.

You explain them all happily. Sex is normal now, so is pleasure, so is the powers she feels coursing through her paws. Fantasies she had in her mind are now completely capable of coming true, and, if she really wanted to, she could keep her old human name.

To this, she shakes her head.

“Mmm…no~ i like Ruin a lot~”

With that, she descended to where the other Ruins are, and she was accepted with open paws, open smiles, and open holes. Your thick tail sways proudly as you also touch down, getting in on the action again. Your cock is serviced by another Ruin, her mouth touching all the way down to your sheath and cumming insanely hard. She, of course, drinks it all.

Of course, this was turnover. You remember it clearly. The final sudden push by humanity, by those who clung so desperately to their old lives that they would harm people to keep it, and the resulting wars that happened all around the world. The final 20% of humans that believed falsehoods about what Ruin was, what the transformation was, what would happen to them. Many of them fought back, more of them went into hiding. Everyone who fought the Ruins lost both their war, and their clothes, and their humanity, and everyone who went into hiding either came out and gave in, or were lost to society all-together. Thus, the world became what it was in the present, a utopian world of pleasure, sisterly love, fantasy, magic, and Ruin. 

But you know this was not where you wanted to go.

Your paw grazes the mask the human wore, picking it up. It’s surprisingly soft, meant to be comfortably worn on the face and meant to ward off pathogens. As you’re feeling the helmet, your eyes close again. Again, you sense the corruption, its tendrils reaching backwards. The river continues to flow upstream, and you along with it.

Backwards again….

…breathe out.

You are sat at a table. It’s sunset, and there’s a fairly warm energy to the air. It’s the city festival. Lights are strung up along the street, and many people are out enjoying the festivities. There are food trucks, coloured in bright reds and oranges. There’s music playing in the air, some pop song you’ve heard before too many times at this point.

It’s lively, but there’s a tense air.

Ruins are around you, conversing, though you notice a lack of sex going on. The next thing you realise is the amount of suppressing happening. There’s humans here too. Not too many, probably one every four Ruins, and all of them are wearing face masks. Some are talking to the Ruins, some are at some of the food trucks, but there’s zero sex going on.

Your eyes meet the far end of the city block. There are barricades up, and lined up around them are heavily armed humans. You smell the one you transformed just a moment ago, standing guard alongside their human compatriots. All of them exude a feeling of silent weariness.

Taking a breath, you stand up from the bench. You pad down the road, watching many of your sisters talking to each other, all of them tightly holding onto their lust. 

…right. You remember. 

At this point, it was obvious that Ruins were here to stay, and they weren’t going anywhere. The humans, after so long, accepted that Ruins were going to have to be just another branch to their society, and many cities held festivals of unity like this one. Quarantines were lifted, since it was clear Deep Sky didn’t spread through any normal means. Though, that didn’t stop humans from keeping those silly masks on.

But the festivals were tense. Many Ruins, you included, needed to keep their lust in check, and humans everywhere were afraid of you still. Regardless, this was the first time you felt properly like society might go back to whatever “normal” was.

“Excuse me?” You hear. You swivel around to meet a human girl. Blonde, straight hair, freckles, probably mid-twenties. Of course, with a mask on.

“Yes?”

“Do Ruins ever…need to go to the bathroom?”

You smile, your tail swaying. You love answering questions, especially if they clear up misconceptions about you and your kind.

“Yes!” You say with a smile, “we do in fact go to the bathroom, though not by necessity like humans~”

You put your arms behind your back, “we do it for fun, and whenever we wanna play with those kinds of fetishes~”

You wouldn’t normally say such things without censoring yourself slightly, but you have a weird feeling the woman is an eager learner. She nods, eyes widening.

“W-wow!” You can tell she’s smiling through her mask, “and you…and your uh…do other Ruins ever like…um…go…together…..?”

“Yes~! Sometimes~” you say happily, nodding, “everything we do is better with our sisters~”

“W-wow…okay, uhm…”

Her eyes dart to the side. She looks to the barricades off in the distance.

“Do you…um…would you…wanna…uh…show…me…what you…do…in the bathroom…?”

You clock her instantly. You cross your arms, your eyes looking to the barricades that she’s looking towards, then back at her.

“Oh, honey, you know we can’t mix like that,” you say, shaking your head, “we don’t want to risk infection, hmm? How about instead, you go to the bathroom without me and just think about what we might do if i was there instead, okay?”

The woman takes a second to realize what you’re insinuating, before quickly nodding.

“R-right! Of course miss…!”

The woman scampers off. The public bathroom, located outside the barricades and heavily guarded to make sure there’s no funny Ruin-related business, requires you to pass through the flimsy fences and the line of humans. You probably wouldn’t be allowed back there, but you’ve stopped worrying about stuff like allowed a long time ago.

Your eyes trail to the stage on the far end of the festival as a human steps up to a podium. They start by clearing their throat and beginning a fairly boring speech about accepting the two new halves of humanity into one larger, strong whole. The idea is lovely, but the promises feel hollow. You didn’t want to be referred to as human, or anything regarding it. Despite you not minding being called August still, you wanted to be called Ruin. That name sounded right, it sounded free, and beautiful, and correct. Every Ruin you talk to says the same thing, like the name was woven into your essence. 

Not only that, but there was that faint urge in the pit of your stomach. That lustful dominance you feel so naturally, a thought that would horrify the human puritans: 

They would look so, so much better if they became just like us~

As you’re imagining this human speaker turning into Ruin, you feel a tug on the back of your mind. It’s the girl, she’s yearning for you.

You smile, then stand up. You file closer to the stage, where a lot more Ruins are located, before suddenly vanishing, warping directly over the barricades, into the public washroom, and into the stall the woman is sitting in. She yelps, but quickly shuts up. She knows she needs to be quiet. 

With a silent grace, you undo her pants and vanish them. Your paw traces between her legs, sliding up to her pussy.

She lets out a horny gasp as you wrap your hand around a cock that wasn’t there a second ago. She spreads her legs, presenting herself to you as you rub her cock.

“You know there’s no going back from this, yeah~?”

“P-please~” she moans, “please change me, Ruin…!”

Your cock grows up against her slightly chubby belly. Her cock touches yours as you casually press her tip inside your own cock tip, slipping it inside without any resistance. The human moans under a slightly surprised gasp, her cock pulled into your rubbery length.

“Eyes on me, love~” you purr, lifting her chin to have her keep eye contact with you, “that’s a good girl~”

Your cock clenches around her length, starting to suck hard. Her balls tighten as cum begins to drain up and out of her, as if you were sucking it out of a straw. Her legs kick as they morph into very large paws, and her tail already starts stretching out of her backside. Her soft skin is already beginning to blemish with a dark, glimmering black, and her eyes have already started to shimmer with a beautiful white as more and more of her humanity is sucked right out of her balls.

“Hhhahh…!!” She moans. You slide your paw up to her feet, gently admiring them and nuzzling your nose between her dextrous paw toes as her cock keeps growing longer into your length. Your cock, in response, tightens their lips around her base, pulling out an unending orgasm from her rapidly transforming body.

Her muzzle grows out as she moves to kiss you, and you lean in to make the contact. Your tongue pushes down her throat as you rub her chest, letting it flatten into a sensitive, beautiful androgynous body. Her legs wrap around you as the two of you passionately make love, and with one final gush, the last of her humanity drains from her throbbing Ruin cock.

You grip your length, stroking it as you push her back against the toilet. You seperate your cocks, but not your kiss as your lengths are hard enough to reach up to your noses. Your cock scent fills both of your noses, and that’s enough to push you both over the edge. She stuffs her cock into her mouth, gulping the deluge of cum as it floods her stomach. The more she cums, the more she pushes her own head down her length, her tongue swirling around her new Ruin cock as her feet grip her cock base, stroking it with perverted fervour. 

You on the other hand don’t care to make a mess. You arch your back and spray a firehose of cum, painting the ceiling with drooling, dripping, churning Ruin cum. It splatters the walls, the floor, the other stalls in a beautiful milky white, staining everything in your corrupt essence.

Suddenly, you hear the door bang open. 

“What the hell is going on in-“ a human shouts. It’s one of the guards, “what the fuck?!”

You casually turn to the source of the voice. The transformed Ruin is still happily sucking herself off on the toilet as the guard stumbles backwards. He only manages to grab his radio when the sheer scent of the bathroom starts to make his pants bulge out

“Radio to…the…buhhh…~” he sputters as his skin darkens, his feet tear out of his shoes, and she cums in seconds, adding to the lake of cum in the bathroom. Her clothes vanish as her head-fans spread out, her eyes filling with a dreamy white as she rubs her fattening cock. You hear shouting outside, mixed with an ever growing sensation of lust starting to spread outwards of the bathroom. More humans turning into Ruin, and many more cumming harder than ever before.

Maybe some part of you should be worried, but why should you be? You’re beautiful, you’re powerful. You chose who you are and you’ll be this way forever.

As you watch the guard cum his brains out, you’re reminded of another Ruin. This time, instead of a certain object guiding you back, you feel your own mind capable of peering backwards, like looking off into the very physical memory of yourself, and just as easily stepping back to where you used to be…

You are in a bathroom still, but this one is much smaller. You are over a small porcelain sink, but instead of the slightly grimy bowl of the public bathroom, you’re in front of a cute, familiar cluster of potted plants and miscellaneous make-up products that have now become completely unusable due to your entirely inhuman face. 

Your bright eyes peer around your body through the mirror, gazing at the head-fans, the little muzzle, your little nose. There’s no mistaking it, you are completely, entirely, utterly Ruin now. Your old human form has given way to this new body within a single month, and as far as you understand, there’s no going back.

You slide your hand down between your legs. Your cock gives a pleasureful throb as you take in a sharp, horny breath. It’s weird to see yourself like this, and yet not feel any panic. Everyone else is panicking, and yet every time you rub yourself, every time you look at your body, you get this beautiful warmth in your stomach that tells you you’re beautiful, you’re healthy, and your gorgeous. 

And horny. So horny.

You pull the shower curtain to the side and turn on the water, stepping in and letting the warm water slip over your dark skin. You rub your sheath, your fingers slipping inside and stroking your stiff, inhuman length. You curl your tail behind you, and with a sharp inhale, you push the tip of your own tail inside your ass. 

Ohh fuck.

You lean against the shower wall, your half-erect cock already gushing creamy cum into the drain below. Your tail pushes in further, your toes curling against the floor of the tub as you fuck yourself.

You’ve been non-stop horny for so, so long. You can’t masturbate anywhere except for the bathroom because you cum so much, which is obviously incredibly hot but also a chore to clean up. 

…not that you really want to clean it up anyway, or care about your deeply arousing, constantly warm libido. You can tell your mind is racing with new kinds of thoughts, the old human taboos falling by the wayside. You’ve given up on clothing, mostly because none of it fits you but also because it just feels good to expose yourself, show people your fat cock, make them lean in, make them smell you, make them…

You shake your head, sliding your tail out. Those urges are hot but the last thing you wanna do is make someone scared of you, and needing to stay at least sorta human is necessary for that.

You step out of the shower and into the rest of your apartment, your cock swinging between your thighs as it leaves a trail of precum. You pick up the TV remote and turn on the television, which was already switched to the news channel you were watching earlier.

“The Deep Sky pandemic continues to spread across western America, all of Europe, Africa, north South America, and eastern Asia. The list of quarantined cities grows as a number of citizens are concerned as to how exactly the virus works.”

You keep the TV running in the background as you distract yourself with cleaning up your apartment.

“Upwards of 20% of the global population are either transforming or have been completely transformed by the Deep Sky virus. Studies continue on the nature of Deep Sky, and those affected are working with scientists to learn more about what exactly we are becoming. The government of Canada has issued a national health emergency, and has urged people infected to stay indoors as doctors work on a cure.”

Your tail flicks when you hear that. You’ve been indoors for weeks, and at this point you don’t even want a cure. 

“Deep Sky victims, who call themselves Ruins, have heightened sexual libido and have heightened pride in exposing themselves. For now, it’s urged for everyone to keep a distance from all Deep Sky victims until a solution is found.”

You turn off the TV. If people cared about safety they would ask you how you felt about all this instead of shutting you indoors.

With a huff, you distract yourself by going outside and watering your plants. Your paw grips the handle of the watering can, not remembering that it was already full. The weight you weren’t expecting causes the can to lurch forwards and the can to fall out of your paws, the water lurching out and splashing out of the can and all over the balcony. You curse yourself, about to head back inside when you feel a sudden pull from your crotch. Your cock is still erect, drooling from your time in the shower and buzzing with a consistent, soft pleasure. 

Your tail lashes. If the plants are hungry, then…

As if on command, a deep pleasure erupts through your core. You let out a breathy moan, holding onto the railing of the balcony as you suddenly cum very hard. Cum gushes across the balcony with ease as you kneel over the potted plants, coating them all in your glistening seed. Your mouth curves into a smile, and your tail raises high, and after a few minutes, your seed finally begins to slow down.  The plants glisten, suddenly gaining far more colour and life than ever before. As if appreciating a good job well done, your cock sends out another load of thick Ruin cum all over your plants.

You murr, wobbling up onto your feet with a long breath. The plants look so much healthier, maybe you don’t need water anymore if this will do~

Catching your breath, you step back into your apartment, only to let out a startled yelp as another Ruin had let herself into your home.

“Oh hi hun~!” She smiles, her very long tail swishing to the side, “I saw you were busy watering the plants so I just let myself in~”

It’s your mother. Of course, only now did you remember you were cleaning yourself up to have her over for dinner, and the whole thing with the TV and the plants and you fucking yourself in the shower made the fact you were meant to prepare dinner completely slip your mind.

“Fuck, sorry mom,” you say, rubbing your head-fans, “I was meant to start roasting an hour ago and it totally slipped my mind-”

“Ahah~ no worries love. We can get something out~” she hums to herself. Your mom became Ruin a lot faster than you, almost insanely fast. As soon as she knew she was “infected”, she barely seemed to care about her tail, her hips, that…very large cock, that your eyes keep wandering over. Your old, fading human mind keeps telling you that’s disgusting, but it’s as if that voice was just…telling you that, not actually making you feel that sort of way.

“Aren’t like…all restaurants closed now?” You ask, moving around the living room table. Your mother snaps her paw, and suddenly a bunch of containers blink into existence on your kitchen counter, filled with Chinese food.

“Who said a closed restaurant would stop us~?” She hums, leaning back on the kitchen counter. You used to be fairly taller than your mother, but now she’s a few inches taller than you, making you have to slightly look up at her, “what matters right now is us spending a lovely evening together, and I get to make sure you’re happy and healthy.”

She is suddenly behind you. Her paws slide down your hips, sending a shiver of pleasure up and down your body. You feel her sheath pressing beneath your tail as you let out a long, slow, hot breath. There’s no hiding it, you need her.

She slides her paw down to your sheath, rubbing it as she presses her fat, throbbing cock inside your tailhole, easily stretching it out as if it were made of rubber, and with every centimeter you stretch, you’re filled with ever more corrupt pleasure. Her hand moves up to your chest, and her muzzle touches near your right ear. You can feel her honeyed smile through her words.

“There’s a good girl~”

As she pushes into you, your cock grows longer. Every thrust, it feels as if your shaft was being coaxed out further from its sheath, tensing harder somehow with every push your mother makes. You squirm slightly, precum arcing out of the tip of your cock as your mom slides her hand up the length of your hyper-sensitive Ruin shaft, pressing it to your chest.

With another thrust, your eyes flutter. You know this feeling, you’ve felt this before. You feel your mind reaching back once again, realising this is a feeling you know very, very well.

You’re in your bedroom. You’re on your bed. Your mother, Ruin, is on top of you. Her cock already entirely inside your pussy, her warm smile radiating over you like the light that shimmers from her eyes. Your toes curl, your claws tearing into the bedsheets as you thrust up into her, needing her deeper inside you, as if you needed her to scratch an itch that’s haunted you for years. There was no discomfort, no exhaustion, nothing she did hurt you, or made you feel unsafe. It was like this was meant to be, you were meant to be fucked, filled, bred by her, and god you wanted to do it every night.

Her hand gripped your wrist, just the way you wanted her to. Her tail wraps around yours tightly, and she pulls you into another deep, passionate kiss. Another buck, and she ties her knot into you, and she cums inside you. Surely, you’re pregnant now if you weren’t already, right?

Her eyes go half lidded as she looks into you.

“You’re growing so beautifully, August~” She murrs, her hand riding up to meet yours in a passionate clasp, “soon enough I might need to start calling you Ruin, hmm?”

Your breath washes over her face, an inch away from your nose.

“I- please…” You melodically moan, “Say my name…~”

Ruin.

“August?” You blink. You’re sitting on…paper. You’re in a new room. The lights are bright enough that you need to blink to re-focus your vision. You’re sitting on an examination table, in a doctor's office. You look to your left, where a human is sitting at a desk.

“Did you hear me?” The man says. You shake your head,

“Sorry, can you repeat the question?”

“It wasn’t a question. I’m explaining that you might have contracted Deep Sky,” the practitioner says, “After what happened yesterday, I believe you may be undergoing the metamorphosis that occurs when someone contracts it.”

Your eyes peer down. Half your skin is covered in a soft, dark blemish, but what you realize off the gate is the fact you’re wearing clothing at all. A dark shirt, a red, fairly short skirt, though it’s being disturbed by the fact you’re growing a tail, and a throbbing cock beneath your fairly tight panties.

“Deep Sky…?” You say, darting your eyes to the side, “What’s…”

Blink.

“I’ve been going around town lately, actually.” Your mother murrs in your ear as her paw rubs your cock through your skirt, making you lean back on the couch as she moves closer to you, “Meeting old friends, chatting up the locals. Every time they do, all I do is get a little handy with them and they melt in my paws~”

Your heart skips a beat as her insanely soft paws rub right up to the head of your cock. It’s so painfully sensitive, and you shouldn’t be liking this so much, but you do. You love it. As soon as she slows down, you pull at her body, as if a wordless demand for her to keep going.

“I- oh fuck…” You manage to mutter to her as she speeds up. You lean back on the couch as you feel your cock growing with every pump. Your mother murrs.

“My favourite part about this is how the mind starts to expand with every passing day. Soon enough, your eyes start to see past the boundaries of reality as we know it. You see the tendrils that change things, how emotions themselves create these tendrils that can weave into reality as we know it. With a single orgasm, it’s as if the sky itself opens up and wants to swallow you whole. One of my old friends even called it deep one time…~”

Blink.

“This…isn’t anything I’ve seen before,” The practitioner says as he examines you. You’re standing in the middle of his office, completely naked, showing him your genitalia. You have a cock, when you didn’t have one before. “You’re saying you…woke up to this?”

“Uh…I guess,” You say. You’re surprisingly calm about this. You feel as if you should be ashamed about being naked around someone you don’t know all that much, but something about it makes your heart excitedly beat. Your face pulls to a smile. “Do you wanna touch it~?”

The practitioner doesn’t say no right away.

Blink.

You’re back in your bedroom. Your mother is on top of you again. Her cock is inside you again. She’s pinning you down again just the way you hoped, and she’s breeding you in exactly the way you like it. She’s teasing you of all your deepest fantasies, your most taboo fetishes laid bare, and you crave it. You orgasm harder than you’ve ever orgasmed in your life, and somehow that doesn’t seem to exhaust you.

Blink.

You cum. 

Blink.

You’re pushed against the bed. You drop a pink purse.

Blink.

You’re…

…home. The sun is setting. You feel as if you were running away from something, but the sounds of the evening birds outside chirp over the sound of your pounding heart in your ears, drawing you out of whatever strange anxiety spiral you found yourself in. Your apartment is normal, pictures are on the walls, pictures of family members, old school photos, nature photographs. There are wooden shelves that line the walls that are filled with textbooks old and new, some you’re in the middle of reading for school, most on classic literature.

Your eyes glide over the face in a small circular mirror that’s tilted towards you on the far shelf. Pale skin, brown hair, blue eyes. Your cheeks are a little fuller than you’d like them to be, and there’s some acne scars that bug you, but you have pretty eyes. Your mother always said your eyes were sharp, and they were something you should be proud of.

Your mother…

Right, your mother. She’s visiting tonight for dinner. You put on a roast that’s been cooking for the past couple hours, ticking away in the oven for a while. You’ll need to take that out soon…

…but your mind feels scattered, as if you just woke up from a nap and were in the middle of your mind transitioning out of a vivid dream. Whatever the dream was, it made your stomach feel warm, your heart feel strange and fluttery, and your body…different. It was an anxiety that seemed completely misplaced, like your mind was warning you of a danger around a nearby corner, but you were standing in an open space. What was going on…?

Slowly, almost mindlessly, you move the roast out from the oven, gripping the pan through your oven mitts and setting it on a metal mesh on top of your stove. Meanwhile, your mind keeps looping over something strange happening, and as if it were pinging to you, there’s a knock on the door.

It’s your mother, it has to be.

You open the door…

…

“Hey mom,” You say, “I just took the roast out of the oven, c’mon in!” You invite her in. Your eyes scan her face, like it was trying to decode something that wasn’t there.

“Oh it smells so good~!” She hums happily, her t

Her…? Her what? What was she doing?She sets her purse on the kitchen counter.

“Ahah, yeah. I’m using a new kind of sauce I got at the market,” You say with a smile, moving into the kitchen, “I gotta let it stand for a while, then I’ll cut it open.”

“Lovely~ and how are you doing honey? Is school doing well?” She says, her head tilted down at you.

No, she’s looking slightly up at you. You’ve been taller than her since you were sixteen.

“School’s doing okay!” You say with a shrug, “I’m still looking for ways to get a visa, which has been rough. You’d think they’d make this stuff easy!”

“Ahah~ totally~” She hums, “Now, if you’ll excuse me…I have something I need to quickly unpack~”

She turns on her heel and passes right by you. You look through her. She moves into the hallway and into your bedroom.No, you look at her. She’s your mother.No, but…why can’t you…

Your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. Why do you feel so warm? What’s going on? Your eyes move down to her purse that she placed on the counter. If she was going to unpack, she probably forgot this.You pick up the purse and quickly move to your bedroom, but as you’re approaching the bedroom door something in your mind suddenly hits you like a blast of surreal energy. You feel nauseous, and your sense of balance is thrown off. You stumble backwards, and your hand quickly meets the wall to re-orient yourself.

You look down at the purse and your eyes blink to focus on it. Inside is a bunch of weird toys that seem to blur as your eyes scan across it, as if your mind refuses to even consider their existence. Even as you try and reach inside, your hand refuses to even approach them. Your eyes squint as you shake your head, trying to force yourself to focus. Your hand touches something soft and smooth, and all of a sudden, you’re oriented again.

You’re touching a small, purple crystal. It doesn’t look anything out of the ordinary of a piece of pretty jewelry, but something about the stone seems…warm. It seems to pulsate with a weird energy you can’t perceive, but is there regardless, like gravity, or love.

Then you see everything else in the purse. Inside are…sex toys. Many sex toys, of all kinds. Your hand instinctively pulls out of the bag in a mix of weird disgusted surprise. Your mom is an adult, of course, and you obviously know she, and everyone else, has a sex life that you shouldn’t care about, but it’s a purse absolutely packed with sex toys. Penetrative ones, vibrators, butt plugs, weird visors, tail plugs, cock rings, cock milkers, dildos. 

“Honey?” You hear your mom coming from your bedroom, “I forgot my purse in the kitchen, could you come fetch it for me, dear~?”

Wait a minute.

Your mind starts to click in strange ways. Something about you being in the bedroom before, something about a purse. Something’s really, really wrong. Your heart begins to beat faster, much, much faster. Why couldn’t you…see your mother when she came in? Why can’t you picture her? Why doesn’t your mind come up with the image of her normal smiling face when you think of her standing in the kitchen barely a minute ago? Was that your mother at all? You’ve seen horror movies like this, where a creature disguises themselves as some strange memetic agent that fucks with its victims before killing and eating them, and you’re just the paranoid freak to suddenly believe in those fairy tales.

With a deep, calm breath, you open the door.

“Ah, lovely~ c’mere hun, join me on the bed. Bring the purse, please~”

…that’s…not your mom.

Instead of the woman that raised you, you’re faced with something entirely alien, lounging on her side. 6 foot 4, a fair bit taller than you. Skin entirely black, that seems to glisten in the soft, moody lighting with transient colours. She has paws, dark purple paw pads with little claws, and much larger feet paws that gently disturb the bed sheets under her. Her hips are incredibly round, and right between her legs is a mound of flesh you don’t immediately recognize at first, but half a second later, you clock it as her genitalia. It’s a sheath, an animal sheath, puffy and twitching, warm and inviting, fit with a set of enormous balls. You can see she has a puffy ass, and beyond that is a huge tail, large enough to drape lazily off the edge…but the most striking part of her is her face.

Two little head-fans on the sides, two larger head-fans that look almost like ears, and two more smaller ones between the ear fans. On the front of her face, two blank white ovals that shine like spotlights, though unlike spotlights, ones that don’t cause your eyes to suddenly react like they would if you were looking at the sun. They’re bright, but they don’t hurt, it’s like they’re meant to catch your attention and keep it.

She has a soft smile under a rounded muzzle nose. It’s warm and gentle, but carries a sense of pride, of control, like there’s no consequence in reality that could hold her actions accountable. She is no human, she is entirely, entirely different. Almost the opposite of what a human could possibly be, and she’s posed in such a provocative way, which feels like it shouldn’t even surprise you considering what you saw in her purse.

She shifts on the bed to lay on her back, propping herself up on her arms. Her legs stay splayed on the bed, leaving nothing to the imagination. She has no shame, no concept of shame in showing herself off to you.

“Something the matter, love~?”

She speaks. It almost horrifies you how…normal she sounds. She sounds like your mother, entirely like your mother, but now that you see…this, now it feels as if the voice was always meant to be paired with this…creature. 

What do you say? It’s obvious whatever this thing is, it’s trying to pretend like it’s your mother, and it thinks you think that thing is your mother. You’re in a weird position of power here, but you know whatever you say will break that illusion. 

…no, you can’t overthink this. You can’t spiral yourself into paranoia, that would probably make things even worse. You need to be calm, and act calm, and just…

“...who are you?”

This seemed to have caught the creature in a moment of surprise. Her smile fades, and her eyes widen very slightly, but the look of surprise doesn’t last. She returns her expression to a neutral one, and she blinks, smiling again.

“My name is Ruin~” She says, sitting up and leaning her back against the back wall of the bed, “or, at least, I enjoy that name a lot more than my normal one.”

“You’re not my mother,” You say, trying to keep your breathing steady. She shakes her head.

“You don’t have a mother, August,” she explains, “You were a child born through artificial insemination, and were adopted by a single father. I am a creature known as an Anchor, who has manipulated your reality to have it so that I was your mother from the beginning.”

You’re speechless, you shake your head, your mind racing.

“You spent most of your childhood around kids who all had strong women in their lives, and you began to silently wish you had a mother too, but your father did not want to marry, thus you would have never had a mother, or even a step mother in that fact.”

She adjusts her position to sit cross legged on the bed.

“It even got to the point where you started to feel like you didn’t belong in many social circles at all, thus, that yearning started to leak out of this reality and into my own~ now, the body you see me take is not my original. I am one of many Ruins, and the real, original one is sitting in her castle outside reality, but I am as real as any other Ruin, so…~” 

She raises her paws.

“I heard your yearning, and granted your wish. You have a mother now~”

You’re silent. You feel tears trying to force their way out the sides of your eyes, but you force yourself to be calm. You have to be calm.

“What were you going to do to me if I hadn’t caught you?”

Ruin smiles, “I was going to give you every sexual fantasy you could ever dream of,” She explains, “And on top of it, turn you into me.”

“Into…huh?”

“I was going to turn you into an exact copy of me. Another Ruin. In fact I had a whole plan to make it spread everywhere too.” She giggled, “I’d transform you, then transform the neighborhood, make it into some kind of sexy mass TF virus, and then make the world into a sexual paradise~ It would fix a lot of problems humans have, achieve perfect world peace, and also be incredibly sexually pleasurable!”

You try to ask another question, but the air catches at the back of your tongue, as if so many words to so many questions tried to force their way out and clogged themselves in your throat.

“...how long have you been…tricking me?”

Ruin tilts her head.

“I just met you for the first time when you opened the door,” Ruin smiles, “I arrived here from the Outlands about fifteen minutes ago, and reality had warped your memories mere minutes before I knocked on the door. I…imagine you were probably making that roast for yourself, if I hadn’t come along and changed things.”

You scoff without even realizing it. What is going on? 

“Honestly, I don’t really know how you saw past my reality warp,” She says, repositioning herself on the bed, “but it’s no big deal, Honestly it makes things even more fun, since now you get to decide what happens~”

“I decide?”

Ruin nods, “Go ahead. What do you want to do? Seriously. I wanna hear it.”

Ruin watches you with expectant eyes, her tail lazily swaying on the bed between her massive thighs…

…what do you do?

Choices:

“I want Deep Sky to play out exactly as it was meant to happen. I want to go back to my world of sisters, love, and endless sex for all eternity.”

“I want you to transform me into Ruin, and for you to be my mother, but I don’t want Deep Sky to occur. I just want a mother to love.”

“I want you to transform me into Ruin, but for you to leave this reality and revert all history changes. I want to be the one in control.”

“I want you to take me to whoever the original Ruin is. I need to have a very long talk with her and an even longer kissing session with her.”

“Don’t touch my reality.”

Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy when part 2 comes soon!If you've made it this far, let me know what choice you would make in the comments :3