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Day 1: Punishment | Lactation & Breastfeeding | Mind Break | Cloning & Selfcest

Pairing: Lust/Baggs

Warnings: Non-con

Other kinks: None

Summary: An ad for Baggs' brand new product, the Lust Clone^TM

Day 2: Electricity | Sugar Baby | Mind Control | Body Swap

Pairing: Stretch/Red (with Edge and Blue at the end)

Warnings: Non-con, Incest

Other kinks: slight public nudity

Summary: Stretch finds a website that allows him to switch bodies with Edge, and he enjoys using Edge's body and mind controlling powers to fuck Red. He doesn't quite realize it works both ways.

Day 3: Intercrural Sex | Collaring | Watersports | Sixty-nine (69)

Pairing: Wine/Blue/Black/Razz

Warnings: Dub/Non-con

Other kinks: Blinfolds, Age Gap

Summary: Blue, Razz and Black want to become royal guards and are begging Wine to train them, not realizing they might just get what they want in unexpected ways.

Day 4: Bimbofication & Himbofication | Immobilization | Spitroasting | Whipping

Pairing: Papyrus/Edge/Stretch/Mutt

Warnings: Non-con

Other kinks: None.

Summary: Papyrus does not approve of his copies' behavior and decides to teach them better.

Day 5: Feet | Come/Cum Licking & Eating | Corruption | NTR

Pairing: Error/Geno/Reaper and Ink/Blue/Error

Warnings: Non-con

Other kinks: Scent kink/Olphactophilia, Socks, Musk, Sweat, Femboy, Voyeurism (live streaming) and Public.

Summary: Part two of last year's kinktober chapter with Error, Geno and Ink. Geno and Ink are tasked to recruit more streamers for Error's kinky streams. The NTR part is with Geno while the corruption part is with Ink.

Day 6: Harem | Oral Sex | Teasing & Edging | Daddy & Mommy

Pairing: Swad/Nightmare/Swan

Warnings: Non-con, Incest.

Other kinks: None.

Summary: Swad has a plan to capture his brother. All Swan needs is a Daddy and a Mommy to remember what a good boy he is.

Day 7: Petrification | Belly Bulge | Religious Worship/Cult | Detachable Body Parts

Pairing: Blue/Reaper/Geno

Warnings: Dub/Non-con, Bad End.

Other kinks: None.

Summary: Blue's hometown gets attacked by a cult and his lover Geno is kidnapped. Blue goes to confront the head of the cult, Reaper, a medusa able to petrify anyone with his magical gaze, and much more.

Day 8: Tattoos & Womb Tattoos | Dom/Sub | Teratophilia | Plushofilia

Pairing: Lust/Nightmare

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Day 9: Stripping & Striptease | Golden Shower & Living Urinal/Urophagia | Puppetification | Glory Hole

Pairing: Nightmare/Cross/Dust/Horror/Killer

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Day 10: Public Service | Personality Change | Bukkake | Jewelry

Pairing: Gaster/Sans/Grillby

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Day 11: Leather & Latex & Spandex | Anal Sex | Sex Toys | Intoxication & Drunkenness

Pairing: Baggs/Red

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Day 12: Wet Dream | Remote Control | Full-Body Bondage | Armpit

Pairing: Dream/Blue/Ink

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Day 13: Dollification | Orgasm Control | Titnosis | Snowballing

Pairing: Error/Outer/Red/Geno

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Day 14: Drugging/Drug Use | Costumes & Formal Wear | Overstimulation | Socket Fucking

Pairing: Alphys/Sans

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Day 15: Olfactophilia | Noncon | Wrestling | Sthenolagnia & Flexing/Posing

Pairing: Opium/Root/Cross

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Day 16: Dumbification | Forced Orgasm | Size Difference | Fisting

Pairing: Dust/Cross/Red

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Day 17: Pillory/Stocks | Genital Piercings | Dirty Talk & Cursing | Mirror Sex

Pairing: Geno/Reaper

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Day 18: Objectification | Role reversal | Sensory Deprivation | Tickling

Pairing: Baggs/Sci

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Day 19: Deepthroating & Facesitting | Forced Feminization | Macro/Micro | Outdoor Sex

Pairing: Cross/Epic

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Day 20: Marriage/Wedding | Kidnapping | Rimming | Hypnosis

Pairing: Nightmare/Dream/Moon (Passive Nightmare)

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Day 21: Virginity | Branding & Marks | A/B/O & Omegaverse | Ecto Body Modification

Pairing: Blue/Dust

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Day 22: Object Insertion | Dronification | Finger Sucking | Ageplay

Pairing: Nostra/Red

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Day 23: Brat Taming | Sounding | Prostitution & Sex Work | Blindfolds

Pairing: Lust/Red

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Day 24: Cockwarming | Humiliation | Shibari/Rigging | Pole Dancing

Pairing: Goth/Nightmare

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Day 25: Belly Dance | Exhibitionism & Voyeurism | Master & Slave | Dacryphilia

Pairing: Mettaton/Sans/Papyrus

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Day 26: Begging | Panties & Lingerie | Forniphilia/Human Furniture | Brainwashing

Pairing: Edge/Red/Gaster

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Day 27: Nipple Play/Torture | Degradation | Three or moresome | Kneeling

Pairing: Error/Blue

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Day 28: Heat/Rut | Body Worship | Sadomasochism (S&M) | Detachable Dicks

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Day 29: Suspension | Hate Sex | Somnophilia | Hot Tub Sex & Bathtub Sex

Pairing: Hypnos/Reaper (with Geno at the end)

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Day 30: Incest | Vore | Memory Play | Buttjob

Pairing: Razz/Mutt

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Day 31: Roleplay | Chastity | Double penetration in one hole | Halloween

Pairing: Lust/Nightmare/Moon (Passive Nightmare)

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Hey, you ! Yes, you! Wanna get yourself a Lust Clone^TM ? What are you waiting for ? They’re cheap and even on sale right now !!!

Am I hearing you right, you don’t know what a Lust Clone^TM is !? How is that even possible ?!!! Lust Clones^TM are the brand new, extremely popular sex slaves sold by Hypnolab Industry, the famous company owned by Dr. Baggs.

Lust Clones^TM are reliable, sexy and most of all customizable !!! Do not wait before buying more than one, you won’t regret it !

What ? Still not convinced ? Then let’s see how exactly these Lust Clones^TM are made.

First, the original Lust is placed in a big tank that slowly fills up with a magic gel where the subject will float in. A full scan of Lust’s mind and body is realized and his DNA is collected via a mix of magical pulses stimulation using the gel and a good old dose of hypnosis.
When the scan is complete and the magic extracted, a second tank will start growing the clone, a perfect copy of the Lust, identical in every way, even having Lust’s memories.

The process can be repeated ad infinitum to create as many clones as necessary, up to a thousand clones can be created from just ONE shot of cum ! Isn’t it amazing ?

Once the clone is out of the tank, it is made to undergo intense reprogramming in order to be perfect for its future owner. First the clone, still begging to be let go, thinking it is the original, is strapped to a chair attached to a helmet that will break and erase the mind of the clone. As you can see on this video, one instant the clone is trying to get out but the second after the Lust Clone^TM has been thoroughly mindbroken with pleasure and mindwiped into a perfect blank state for the reprogramming.

After just a minute, the Lust Clone^TMis ready, and to test that its mind has been truly broken and reprogrammed, each clone is made to fuck another clone in an act of selfcest following a precise protocol. This also allows the factory to check for any missing command.

Once the Lust Clone^TM is done and has passed all the testing, it is directly shipped to your door with any accessory you bought alongside it. It is quick and easy so do not wait !

Are you STILL not convinced ? Are you worried about the energy cost of Lust Clones^TM production and its potential environmental impact ? Well let me tell you those fears are completely unfounded. Lust Clones^TM are made using the Core, a clean energy source using magic obtained from conversion of geothermal energy. Lust Clones^TM can be easily recharged with magic everywhere and they are transported at your door in a special crate that takes little space, making the shipping very energy efficient. A Lust Clone carbon footprint is less than any sex toy you could own so jump on board and buy one today !!!

What do I hear ? Are you worried about the morality of such a business ? You are unsure about the ethical implications of not only cloning an individual but also of using clones as essentially slaves ?
Well you are in luck because we have an interview with Lust, the original template ! So Lust, do you think it’s bad to use you to create slaves that are essentially you and mindbreak them while exploiting even your mind ?
“Of course not, Sir. I have consented of my own free will for this. I am not hypnotized into agreeing with everything Dr. Baggs wants. I am happy to be exploited for free and for my clones to be used as commodities. I am not under anyone’s control and I am saying these words of my own free will. This is proof that I loved being used and exploited and that my clones do too. I think for myself that everyone should get a Lust Clone^TM.”
See ? The spirals in his eye sockets clearly show just how free willed this Lust is ! No hypnosis involved at all, Lust definitely consented and loves being a template !

What now ? Are you worried Dr. Baggs will use your money for nefarious purposes ? Do you believe he is some sort of supervillain ? Let’s ask him directly !
“I only use the profits to advance the scientific field. My research is perfectly ethical and I promise everyone involved has always consented to what is being done. I ensure maximum safety as well as a good bonus for the employees and I make sure to take care of them as best I can.”
Absolutely trustworthy, nothing to worry about at all !

Now do not wait and buy some Lust Clones^TM today ! Three for the price of two for a limited time ! One for your personal pleasure, one for chores and one for anything else you would want ! And if you buy within the next hour, you get the full accessory set offered, along with a shock collar per clone so you can program each one individually.
Do not miss out on this sweet deal and buy your Lust Clones^TM today !!!

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Stretch closed the door of his bedroom, immediately turning on his computer and logged in into the website he’d discovered a month ago. It seemed like a scam at first, to be able to randomly swap bodies with someone else, but the friend that had told him about the website had assured him it was very real, so he had decided to try it at least once. It was the middle of the night so the monster he was switching with should be asleep.
He put in his name, species, and the website searched for a few minutes for someone compatible at random, and with a blink, Stretch wasn’t in his own room, or body, anymore. He looked around, surprised to find himself in a sort of BDSM dungeon, at first glance, the monster he had switched with was naked with their ecto summoned, a deep scarlet color, much more fit and muscular than Stretch’s own, likely due to training.
“Ya okay, Boss ?” a voice came from behind Stretch, making him jump out of the seat he was in. He looked at the one who had scared him half to death, only to see Red, a friend of his, someone he knew personally. Stretch put two and two together and realized he’d switched in the body of Red’s brother, Edge.
“Y-Yeah, everything is fine.” Stretch told Red, realizing with a blush the skeleton was also naked with his chubby red ecto body proudly on display.
“Ya sure, Boss ? Ya never talk like dat usually, always in all caps ‘n shit.” Red pointed out.
“YES I AM SURE, RED.” Stretch replied, trying not to blow his cover.
“Alright, whoever da fuck ya are, get out of Boss’ body, he never calls me ‘Red’ when we’re alone, ‘n he never lets me get away wit’ sayin’ curse words durin’ plays !” the smaller called Stretch out.

“Shit.” Stretch blurted out, unable to maintain the illusion any longer, not that he had managed to begin with.
“Shit indeed. Now yer gonna tell me where Boss is or I’m gonna have a GREAT time…” Red threatened. Stretch panicked, and tried to keep Red at bay , pushing him away, he had to do something, anything ! And before he knew it, magic burst from his red leather gloved palm, a red lightning erupting from it and hitting Red directly in the skull, leaving him shocked and paralyzed in place.
Stretch immediately went to Red, thinking he’d done damage to the poor skeleton, ready to try and use healing magic. There were red electric arcs coursing through his ecto and bones, zapping sounds and twitching muscles the only movement Red did. His sockets were filled with red and sparkled with the lightning. When Stretch checked Red, he was perfectly fine, at least physically.
“What the fuck is happening ?” he muttered out loud.
“You have used your mind control powers on me, Sir. I am at your service now.” Red replied, a grin plastered on his face as he stood still, his body coursing with the red lightning.
“What ?” Stretch blurted out, confused.
“My brother, Edge, has mind control power channeled through the red lightning. You accidentally used it when you panicked. I am now completely under your control and will do whatever you order me to do.” Red explained, his expression never changing.
“Anything ?” Stretch asked.
“Anything, Sir.” Red confirmed.
“Then tell me, who is Edge exactly ? Why does he have this power ?” Stretch wondered, extremely curious if he could obtain similar abilities.
“Edge is my brother, he wasn’t at first, I was his sugar baby for a few years, but the resemblance was so perfect Edge decided I would be better off mind controlled into thinking he and I were always brothers. I have no memories of not ever being Edge’s brother, I do know he trained for his powers but I am unsure what the original purpose was.” Red admitted.
“Do you know if the method is still here ?” Stretch questioned.
“I am not allowed to know this.” Red answered, of course, it would have been too easy.

“Oh well, too bad, I don’t think I have time to search for it, I might as well have fun with you.” Stretch said. “Forget everything that happened in the last ten or so minutes and act like I’m Edge, not noticing the inconsistencies in behavior.” Stretch ordered.
“As you wish, Sir. Just zap me with the lightning.” Red instructed him. Stretch focused on bringing forth the magic, and red lightning shot out of his hand, hitting Red again and making his entire body twitch with the current.
“Wut was dat ? Did I miss sumthin’, Boss ?” Red suddenly took back his usual speech, still electrified with his socket glowing with electric sparks, but otherwise back to “normal”.
“No you haven’t, Red.” Stretch said, testing if the magic had worked. Red was about to say something but froze, catching himself as he was zapped by the lightning inside his body.
“I coulda sworn sumthin’ was wrong. Guess not. Whatcha planning tonight, Boss ?” Red asked, ignoring the fact Stretch in Edge’s body had called him Red.
“Hurry up and fuck yourself on my cock.” Stretch ordered, towering over his “brother’s” smaller stature. Immediately, Red nodded, turning around and bending over, spreading his ass cheeks with his hands before slamming backwards onto Stretch’s rock hard cock. Stretch screamed in pleasure, watching as Red moaned Edge’s title, calling him Boss and thanking him for his cock.
It felt weird being inside Edge’s body, he could move it as naturally as he breathed, like it was his own, yet the appearance was so different despite the similar height and stature. His ecto body was red, his bones sharper, his teeth more like fangs, his only clothes being these gloves and boots.

Pleasure coursed like electricity through Edge’s body occupied by Stretch, the lazy skeleton could sense the lighting inside Red being conducted back to his current body, it was the most pleasurable sensation ever. So Stretch decided to play more, he shocked Red, sending red lightning through his butt by spanking him with both hands right as he slammed and took Stretch’s cock balls deep in his hole.
The lightning caused Red’s entire body to lock in place, his asshole clenching with a strength Stretch didn’t know was possible before shooting directly inside his dick, making it twitch inside the tightened butthole. Red moaned even more, going faster trying to milk his brother’s cock, calling him Edge a few times even.
Stretch couldn’t resist and did it again, loving the sheer intensity of Red’s entire body tensing up against him right before the current reached Edge’s body and made his cock twitch so hard it felt like cumming without ejaculation.
After a few more rounds, Stretch shocking various parts of Red’s body to see the effects, from his nipples to his belly and even his cock, he poured all his might into one last lightning bolt, one hand around Red’s cock, the other ready to slap his ass cheeks. With one last movement, the electricity coursed through Red, causing him to cum and clench his butthole so hard it made Stretch cum to the point of his vision going white for a moment.
The silent scream Red was left in showed just how intense the orgasm was, the lightning not even letting him scream his pleasure. Stretch took a few minutes to catch his breath, finding Edge’s body incredibly fast at recuperating, his gloved hand was covered in cum, and Red’s ass was gushing with Edge’s seeds. Stretch did his best to scoop up all the cum out of Red’s asshole, forcing the skeleton to lick and eat it all until no trace was left, as to not leave any proof. Which is exactly when the timer ran out, the world shifting with Stretch feeling his consciousness leave Edge’s body to go back to his own.

When he blinked again, Stretch was at his desk still, but something was wrong, he couldn’t move, he tried to get up, to move around, but his hands were tied around the chair in his back, his legs were forced together and he had a gag in his mouth preventing him from speaking or screaming for help.
His chair was turned by none other than Blue, except his brother had sockets filled with red lightning and red electric arcs were coursing through his body as he stood completely naked, with his pussy and ass dripping cum, Stretch’s cum, on the floor, a grin plastered across his face.
“WELCOME BACK, STRETCH. BOSS DOESN’T APPRECIATE YOU INFILTRATING HIS BODY, SO HE MIND CONTROLLED ME AND MADE SURE TO LEAVE ME ENOUGH LIGHTNING I COULD DO IT TO YOU.” Blue told him, his expression never changing. Stretch panicked, he had fucked up, he thought Edge would be asleep since he chose such a late hour, but it was apparent Edge was still awakened when he switched with him, and he could’ve predicted it easily.
“DO NOT WORRY, BOSS JUST WANTS NEW SUGAR BABIES TO SPOIL FOR A FEW MONTHS. AND THEN HE’LL MAKE US HIS BROTHERS, OR COUSINS, PART OF HIS FAMILY, WE WILL THINK WE WERE ALWAYS PART OF HIS FAMILY, IT’S A BONUS THAT WE’RE ALREADY BROTHERS. HE TOLD ME TO TELL YOU HE CAN’T WAIT TO SPOIL US ROTTEN WITH MONEY AND GIFT WHILE MIND CONTROLLING US INTO BEING HIS SERVANTS.” Blue enthusiastically declared.
Stretch shook his head, desperately trying to protest, to get away from Blue’s palm filling with statics and sparks, he had to get away, find a way to free Blue, he had to–
His entire body clenched as the red lighting invaded his body, his ecto already in place unable to do anything but contract and tighten every muscle fiber as the bones heated up.

And then, nothing. His mind felt… right… Stretch stayed where he was, the lightning still coursing through his body as Blue stopped zapping him. His brother untied him, and he knew what to do, as if guided by a will not his own, it was comfortable, safe, he didn’t have to think, just be what Edge expected of him.
They marched, both brothers naked in the night as they walked next to each other, step by step, to Edge’s apartment. Stretch knew he should have thought something was wrong, but the mind control felt too good, his cock was twitching with every step. He still felt like himself, but with a purpose, something he knew deep down he had to do, the lightning rewiring his thought process, not exactly changing him, but making it so Edge’s orders and will were what he wanted to do first and foremost.
Blue and him arrived in front of Edge’s door and knocked. Edge opened the door, he was a bit taller than Stretch even without his boots, he invited them in and they entered with a big grin on their faces. Stretch was zapped again as he crossed the door, Edge spanking him like he’d done with Red. Stretch was very happy everything had worked out for the best.

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“What are you three doing here in the middle of the night ?” Wine asked as he opened the door to the frankly adorable faces of Blue, Black and Razz.
“PLEASE TRAIN US, SIR !” Blue begged with stars in his sockets. Of course it was for that, Wine sighed, he had to admit these three were extremely persistent, even after he had categorically refused to entertain the idea.
It wasn’t that they weren’t competent, far from it, but they didn’t have the mindset of a royal guard, they would surely get trapped in the administrative hell or even set up to fail by jealous superiors and never promoted. And Wine wasn’t even taking into account their tendency to play with puzzles more than capturing with ruthless efficiency. He may be retired after almost five hundred years of loyal service, but Wine was still perfectly good at judging recruits.
“I already told you, you’re not cut out for how ruthless it can be, trust me, I’ve seen my fair share of young, bright warriors like you get unjustly punished because they didn’t know how to use the system.” Wine told them.
“THEN TEACH US THAT TOO, SO THAT WE WILL BE PREPARED AGAINST EVERYTHING.” Black insisted.
“AND IF YOU STILL THINK WE ARE NO GOOD AFTER TRAINING US, YOU CAN ALWAYS VETO OUR RECRUITMENT DIRECTLY WITH THE QUEEN. YOU’RE THE OLD CAPTAIN.” Razz pointed out, smart little things knew Wine had been blocking their attempts.

“Fine, but you do exactly as I say, without questions, and I want no complaining about the training.” Wine relinquished, thinking of an idea that might just work.
“YES, SIR !” Blue replied.
“THANK YOU !” Razz told him.
“WE WON’T DISAPPOINT YOU !” Black promised.
“Get in, I have a special training ground for this, last door all the way to the back into the garden.” Wine instructed them. The three followed diligently, all giddy and excited at being trained by the old man five times their age, even if they were about one hundred, they were considered young adults by skeleton standards. Still, it was cute to see the semblance of naivety Wine had long lost with age and being the captain of the royal guards.
They passed the garden, arriving at a cliff, the giant wall made of obsidian that had arisen through the very first merging of multiple universes, a curiosity no one explained. Wine let the three search for the entrance, hidden in the stone. They found it in record time, immediately understanding they were supposed to channel magic through the wall to sense it.
Wine guided them to an underground training facility he had built in secret for his personal shadows, he was officially retired, but had his own private army for espionage and keeping track of his old enemy. It had been disbanded after the last person who was a threat to him died of old age, a hundred or so years ago, but now might be the time he added three new recruits to it.

“Alright, can any of you tell me the most important thing for a royal guard ?” Wine asked, adjusting his posture back into one proper for a captain.
“DETERMINATION NOT TO GIVE UP THROUGH HARD TIMES, SIR !” Blue replied immediately, standing at attention with the other two.
“THE ABILITY TO THINK CLEARLY UNDER PRESSURE.” Black answered with a proud smirk.
“BEING CAPABLE OF COMPLEX STRATEGIES !” Razz told the old captain.
“All fine answers, close enough, but the answer is to have a strong mind. A skilled enemy can manipulate you into revealing information, mind control is still a tool, albeit less known now. It can be devastating, so you need to build a resistance to it.” Wine informed them.
“HOW DO WE DOD THAT ?” Black asked.
“Good question, there are two methods, first is to have a strong enough mind to resist it, like me, note that this is extremely rare, less than one monster in a million. You could strengthen it through grueling training, but most methods are now banned because they are pretty much torture with extra steps.” Wine explained, making the three cuties gulp and look at each other with worry.
“A-AND THE OTHER METHOD ?” Razz wondered.
“Very simple, mind control comes on a first come, first served basis, unless the gap is so immense like a master dedicated to it against an untalented novice. So all you need to do is be under the control of someone trustworthy.” he told them.
“WOOZERS, SO YOU COULD HELP US WITH IT, SIR ?” Blue asked.
“I could, but we need to see if you are suggestible first. I have an exercise just for that. Follow my instructions closely and I promise everything will be fine.” Wine reassured Blue, Razz and Black.
“I HOPE MY MIND IS STRONG.” Blue admitted with a soft smile.
“LIKE HYPNOSIS WOULD EVER WORK ON THE MALEFICENT RAZZ !” Razz boasted with a proud grin.
“I CAN AND IT STATISTICALLY WILL, ON ALL THREE OF US, BETTER TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY.” Black reminded him firmly.
“I AM TAKING THIS SERIOUSLY !” Razz retorted with indignation.
“PLEASE DON’T FIGHT, WE NEED TO FOCUS.” Blue told them, clearly not wanting a fight to occur in front of the old royal captain, who could still take back his offer.
“Strength of mind in this context doesn’t mean having determination or being able to think well and strategize. It is a resistance you are born with and has no link to someone’s strength of character. Do not mistake having a weak mind against hypnosis magic means you are lesser in some way.” Wine said as he looked at Razz with a kind yet firm gaze.
“I– YES, SIR. SORRY.” Razz apologized, immediately falling back in line. He was cute.

“Now I need all three of you to focus on what I am about to do. This is a common method to test someone’s susceptibility to hypnosis and mind control. No matter what I ask of you next, know this is perfectly normal and there is nothing to worry about.” Wine declared, the test had already started, his voice was laced with suggestion magic, making the three believe his words were the truth.
“YES, SIR.” Blue replied.
“READY, CAPTAIN !” Black told him.
“UNDERSTOOD !” Razz stated.
Immediately, Wine deducted points, none of them had pointed out the strangeness of the suggestion, they should have realized his instructions went against the goal of the exercise. But that did not mean they had no resistance, far from it. Suggestion magic was the absolute pinnacle of mind control, as it left no trace, could be used in a casual conversation, was undetectable, and didn’t modify the person’s ability to function in any way.
It was reserved only to the most powerful monsters like Wine, and they needed strong affinity with the magic. This one was more a personal test as it was unrealistic to expect to meet someone with suggestion magic, he had been the only one in the last three hundred years.
“Resistance is placed on a spectrum, with full immunity and vulnerability on both ends. The middle parts are divided in three categories but keep in mind even two people in the same category can be more or less resistant. The classification is more about which method will work best.” Wine explained.
“DO COMPLETELY IMMUNE OR VULNERABLE MONSTER EXIST ?” Black asked.
“They do, immune ones are called Masters since they cannot be controlled. I am one. Meanwhile, completely vulnerable monsters are called Vessels, because they are essentially vessels for someone else’s will.” Wine answered.
“W-WHAT IF WE’RE VESSELS ?” Blue asked, worried.
“That won’t change anything, the rules still apply.” Wine reassured him. “So, as I was saying. There are three classes of vulnerable people on the mind control spectrum. First ones are the Clockworks, very resistant and in need of regular re-application of the hypnosis and various commands, they can’t be left alone for too long or they might figure out they’re manipulated.” he informed them.
“The second ones are called Puppets, they require skill and finesse to be fully manipulated, can be programmed with simple to mildly complex instructions with little risk, and can’t break free from the ‘strings’ of the mind control under normal circumstances. This is where a majority of people fall.” Wine continued.
“The third category is the one with the most suggestible monsters outside Vessels. They are called Slaves because they cannot resist the magic most of the time, their personality can still shine through the programming but they will almost always obey the orders given, and unlike the other two categories where the person can question their actions and almost always keep core parts of themselves, the Slaves rarely can. They might sense something is wrong but immediately rationalize it to themselves without the need for the hypnotist's input, unlike the other two who need explicit commands to do so.” Wine finished his explanations.

“SO, HOW DO WE KNOW WHICH ONE WE ARE ?” Razz asked.
“That’s when the tests come in. Would you all look at this pendant for me ?” Wine instructed. Blue obeyed with enthusiasm, Black with curiosity and Razz with caution, all of them staring at the swinging, shiny crystal that shined a deep red like Wine’s magic.
Wine waited a bit, until he saw the deep red glow of the pendant reflect in the three’s eyelights. He noted it took exactly ten swings from start to end of the induction for all three. This was a test to see how long it would take against an overwhelming force before they entered a trance, of course Wine always used the same force each time for accuracy.
“Next test to measure the depth of a trance, undress and summon your ecto bodies, make sure it forms a pussy and not a cock.” he instructed them. As if linked together like triplets, Blue, Black and Razz undressed completely except for their gloves and bandanas, before letting their ecto snap into place, showing Wine their plump forms.
Blue’s ecto was azure, the color of a beautiful sky, Razz’s was a scarlet red like a strawberry while Black’s was purple like an amethyst, all three had a prominent belly as well as sizeable moobs, the chub on their arms jiggled with every movement they made as they folded their clothes and their thick thighs were deliciously pushed together. Their pussy was hidden under the dripping bellies and lush thighs and their round ass cheeks bounced with every step.
Wine noted there had been no hesitation throughout the entire ordeal, not even a confused stare or a slight pause as they undressed and presented themselves to him, all vulnerable and obedient. The three were likely to not resist any order he could give, no matter how embarrassing or even dangerous.

“Last test, measuring the length of time you stay under. Salute your captain and stand guard. You will never notice anything I do to you as long as you stand at attention, no matter what.” Wine ordered them. Instantly, Blue, Black and Razz stood straight, one hand raised over their head with the other against their naked body in such a perfect salute not even the old captain could find a flaw in the pose.
At first he was gentle with the three guards in training, a few gropes here and there, a squeeze of their moobs or butt, maybe a light slap on their chubby bellies over the course of a few minutes. But it wasn’t enough of a test, Wine needed to test both the length AND the stability of the trance against external interventions.
So he allowed his cock to snap into place, making it larger and longer than usual to make sure the test was thorough. He started with Blue, placing himself behind the smaller skeleton kissing his neck as Wine slipped his cock inside Blue with a thrust. But instead of penetrating him, Wine simply fucked Blue’s thighs, in between his legs, his cock entering right under his butt cheeks and coming out from just bellow his pussy.
Wine started going faster and faster, gripping Blue’s round and perfect belly as he sucked on his neck, feeling the thick, luscious ecto surrounding his own cock, Blue was so soft around his length. Meanwhile the hypnotized skeleton never uttered a word, his breath did not even change, it was truly as if he couldn’t perceive anything Wine was doing to him. It was incredible, and Wine hadn’t even realized he was cumming all over the intercrural space between Blue’s legs until he saw the cum squirring out of it.

Next was Black, the call one, the one who might just be the closest to have the proper making of a royal guard, Wine had even hesitated about recruiting him with the other two in his shadow army. But he would still end up much better under Wine’s care.
The old captain slipped his hands under both Black’s raised and lowered arm as if to hug him tightly, only to then grab hold of his chubby moobs and squeeze them. The harsh treatment caused no reaction to the frozen trainee, who was still grinning, completely oblivious and deeply lost in trance.
Wine did not stop there, fucking Black between his thighs as he continued playing with his tits and nipples, firstly pinching them and pulling, watching as they bounced once he let them go all of a sudden. Then it went to twisting the nipples, pressing the moobs together as he thrust between the chubby skeleton’s thighs, then squeezing them again until the fat ecto flesh poked out from between his fingers like stress balls.
Black was played with until Wine came again, never once noticing anything happening to him, his pussy not even slick, just like with Blue, as if the things done to them didn’t exist.

Finally was Razz, the red ball of rebellion that Wine knew he would absolutely love to mold into his proper guard. The captain loved turning angry, undisciplined trainees like Razz and making them into his perfect soldier only thinking what he was told to think and obedient to a fault.
For this last one, Wine indulged a little more, trying to really test Razz’s limits. This time, as he fucked his thick soft thighs, Wine was also fingering Razz, making sure to add more and more fingers as he thrust faster and faster, the captain breathing heavily as he gave Razz all the attention he could, rubbing his clit, turning his gloved fingers all around the entrance and even making scissor signs inside his cunt.
Wine absolutely loved seeing the complete lack of reaction, it really did seem like this brat would be easy to tame. He continued the treatment, licking Razz’s cheek like a predator to try and break his focus, the trance thankfully still deeply in place and making sure the act would go unnoticed. As would every thrust and fingers Wine continued to perform onto Razz until his own climax.

After that Wine repeated his actions for each trainee, over the course of eight hours, at which point the three finally started to awaken from their trance, looking down at their nakedness and the cum with a mix of blushing embarrassment and confusion.
“D-DID WE REALLY DO ALL THIS, WOWWIE…” Blue asked, almost amazed by what had happened.
“B-BUT WE CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER IT…” Black noticed the gap in memory, they knew subconsciously what had been done, but could recall none of it.
“I HATE NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED…” Razz said. “ANYWAY, WHAT ARE THE RESULTS ?” he asked, trying not to focus on his embarrassment.
“You better get used to it because as your captain and trainer, I will be seeing you naked a lot as part of your training and duties. It is vital a guard can perform optimally even during extreme conditions.” Wine reminded them, and they all nodded with a blush.
“As for the results, you are officially in the Slave qualification. Honestly with the right training you could even go into Vessel territory, but those are, once again, banned.” Wine announced.
“SO WE ARE VERY VULNERABLE TO HYPNOSIS ?” Blue asked, sounding a bit disappointed.
“You could say that. Or you could also see it as being very compatible with a Master like me, I do plan on training you for very special royal guard roles under my direct command.” Wine declared, making the three brighten up at the mention of a special role.
“WHAT IS IT ?!” Razz couldn’t help but ask excitedly.
“NOW I’M CURIOUS TOO. IS IT PART OF WHY YOU HAD US GO NAKED AND EVEN FUCKED US ?” Black questioned as well.
“Yes and no. I mainly did that in the context of the test because it is extreme and you would break the hypnosis noticeably if you were able to. But it does lend itself well as training for that role. You will be shadow dancers, a type of assassins following behind me like a shadow that I can send on missions. You will be completely under control while performing or as we call it ‘dancing’, but you will also have a public role as my paladins most of the time, to preserve appearances.” Wine explained.
“THAT IS SO COOL ! THE MAGNIFICENT BLUE IS GOING TO BE TWO ROYAL GUARDS AT ONCE !” Blue exclaimed. “B-BUT WAIT, I CAN’T BE AN ASSASSIN, I DON’T KILL,, IT’S NOT RIGHT !” he briefly realized.
“Worry not, you will not be made to murder, that I promise. Only espionage and undetectable guards.” Wine reassured him.
“I DON’T KNOW IF I LIKE THE IDEA OF BEING CONTROLLED ON DUTY.” Razz hesitated.
“It is scary, I know. But it will also keep you safe, and you will remember your trance unlike today.” the captain did his best to alleviate Razz’s concerns.

“SO, HOW WOULD WE ACCEPT IF WE WERE TO AGREE WITH YOUR OFFER ?” Black wondered, with an adorable purple blush coloring his cheeks.
“Simple, I collar you three. And give you a special bandana that covers the top of your skull and your sockets. As long as you only have the collar on, you have free will, once the bandana is on too, you are dancing and fall into a trance for me, lasts until the bandana is taken off or after three days without orders unless otherwise specified.” Wine explained. “So, want to try them on ?” he asked, handing them three identical black leather collars with gold spikes and wine colored rubies in between.
The three hesitated, but ended up taking the collars, letting Wine close them around his neck, signifying they were now his properties in mind, body and soul. Then Blue was affixed with the bandana on top of his skull, black silk with gold threads around the edges and Wine’s family symbol in the center, gold threads making a lys flower with red threads making a hexagon on each petal.
The moment the bandana was fastened and secured around Blue, hiding his sockets, the trainee fell limp, as if his mind had been turned off, before he stood up again, his grin neutral and somehow emotionless. Black and Razz watched, as fascinated as they were nervous, yet waited patiently for Wine to also make them shadow dancers like Blue, both slumping forward before standing perfectly straight at attention.
Wine gave them new gloves, same design as their new bandana, the old stuff safely kept for when the three would go back home. Leaving the slaves naked, gloved in black leather and gold embroidery with most of their face hidden under a bandana, perfectly indistinguishable except for the color of their magic. His perfect shadow dancers, always ready to serve as extensions of their Master.

“Blue and Black, you will do endurance training. Assume a sixty-nine position and without catching your breath, perform until you can’t anymore.” Wine ordered. Immediately, Blue lay down on the floor, with Black on top of him, his pussy pressed over Blue’s face while he buried his own inside the chubby lips of his fellow trainee. Blue wrapped his legs around Black neck to keep him there with the weight while Black wrapped his legs around Blue's skull to help him up a bit and avoid him resting it on the floor.
Both then started licking and eating the other out, their tongues exploring each and every inch on the other’s entrance, slick dripping from their cunts which was quickly drunk and gulped down. Their hands were grabbing the other’s ass cheeks as they relaxed and fell into a deeper trance, where only the other’s warm pussy against their face existed, where all that mattered was their lustful position and prolonged tongue exploration, more slick keeping their faces wet and glued to the other’s cunt.
“Razz, assume a vertical split position, you need more obedience training.” Wine then ordered the last remaining dancer. Razz obeyed without hesitation, holding his right leg in the air with the help of his hands while balancing on his left legs, exposing the ecto between his pussy and butthole and all the cum Wine had left there.
“I want you to repeat this mantra until the end of the training, each time you do, it will become a little bit more true. ‘I am Master’s shadow dancer. A chubby, naked assassin unable to disobey. I do not think, I serve, I do not resist, I dance’. Go ahead.” Wine ordered the trainee.
“I am Master’s shadow dancer. A chubby, naked assassin unable to disobey. I do not think, I serve, I do not resist, I dance. I am Master’s shadow dancer. A chubby, naked assassin unable to disobey. I do not think, I serve, I do not resist, I dance. I am Master’s shadow dancer. A chubby, naked assassin unable to disobey. I do not think, I serve, I do not resist, I dance…” Razz started repeating endlessly, his pose never faltering, remaining perfect through the control of his Master.
Wine then started rubbing the tip of his cock against the soft ecto Razz was leaving exposed, in between his butthole and pussy, Wine gave a few good thrust, both taking pleasure and trying to destabilize Razz. Wine moaned for the first time tonight, fucking the soft ecto like it was a secret entrance, cumming multiple time as he listened to Razz’s mantra being endlessly repeated and the obscene wet noises coming from Blue and Black’s sixty-nine. Wine grinned, they would make for perfect shadow dancers, his Vessels, he wouldn’t let the royal guard have such rare gems. They were his, they would love being royal guards, just not the ones they expected.

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Papyrus was confronted with a problem. At first, he thought it would be a relatively easy one, maybe requiring his complete focus for a while but nothing he couldn’t overcome with his friendship enthusiasm.
He was wrong. Very, very wrong, none of the other hims were receptive to his attempt at building a connection, not his edgy him, his lazy him nor his edgy and lazy him. They were all rejecting him harshly whenever he tried to help !
Edge was angry all the time, always on edge, as if he expected to be attacked at any moment, he even treated his brother badly because of it. To “keep him tough” and that didn’t sit right with Papyrus.
Stretch was lazy, but also possessive of Blue, to the point of being controlling of his brother’s actions despite Blue being the oldest by a big margin. Stretch tried to keep Blue from going outside, probably because he was the only one he knew in this strange (for him) universe. Papyrus didn’t like it but like Edge he could understand it.
Mutt was worse than both of them, lazy and always on edge. He didn’t react violently or tried to keep his brother, Black, physically close to him, but he silently threatened, spread rumors, in an attempt to isolate his older brother who was actually trying to make an effort to adapt to this world’s customs. Papyrus just couldn’t tolerate it, so he devised a plan. He didn’t like to show his more sadistic side to the world, but push had come to shove and he needed to help them.

He invited all three of them to his house when Sans was out with his alternate selves, he had taken off his usual armor in favor of something a bit more risqué, a darker version of his armor made of a black metal with a gold deltarune on the chest and shoulders, along with articulated shoulder pads clad with gold giving the newly appointed royal guard a much more menacing look.
His orange ecto was already summoned, his firm, muscular body shown only through his arms, legs and abs that were without any armor. Papyrus wasn’t one to brag, but he did have a very well sculpted physique from all his training, and knew how to discipline unruly guards as well.
“GREETINGS, OTHER MES ! THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS A VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE !” Papyrus declared, stepping into the living room after seeing all three wait for him.
“WHAT IS THIS RIDICULOUS COSTUME ? YOU LOOK LIKE MY USELESS BROTHER PULLED A PRANK ON YOU.” Edge replied with faked nonchalance.
“Yeah, is it a special occasion or something ?” Stretch asked with a chuckle.
“Better not let m’lord see you in this or I’m gonna have to get one like that.” Mutt muttered, his purple filled socket focusing on Papyrus almost like a snake about to plant his fangs in his victim.
“BUT OF COURSE IT’S A SPECIAL OCCASION ! TODAY IS THE DAY FOR YOUR ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT !” Papyrus declared with a smile that almost seemed innocent. “I HAVE SEEN HOW YOU HAVE BEEN TREATING YOUR BROTHERS RECENTLY, AND I CONCLUDED YOU NEEDED HELP ADJUSTING TO THE FACT YOU ARE IN THIS WORLD AND NOT YOURS ANYMORE, AND THE WAY YOU HAVE BEHAVED IS CONCERNING. SO I AM TAKING MATTERS INTO MY OWN HANDS AND WILL REHABILITATE YOU INTO BETTER BROTHERS !” the royal guard declared.

“NONSENSE !” Edge screamed in indignation.
“Fuck you !” Stretch spat in anger.
“Just try it!” Mutt shouted in defiance.
The three of them had exclaimed at the same time, furious at the accusation. Papyrus didn’t know if it was because he had hit a sore spot or if they truly hadn’t realized, but he didn’t care, they were getting corrected today.
Within a second, all three were in his face, trying to defend themselves and tell Papyrus off, unable to accept the criticism. So, before they could do anything drastic that would escalate the situation, Papyrus took his whip, and with a swift, extremely fast movement–

*CRACK*

The whip hit the floor, the sound echoing all around the room as the shockwave was felt by all the skeletons currently present. Edge, Stretch and Mutt immediately stopped moving, completely shocked that the “weakest” and most “pacifist” of them had just threatened them with a weapon.
Papyrus waited a few seconds for the confusion to give place to anger, only for none of them to retort, they did not move nor did they even utter a word. The angry, confused expression plastered over their faces revealed everything the royal guard needed though.
“I BET YOU MUST BE VERY PUZZLED BY NOW. WORRY NOT, THE GREAT PAPYRUS WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING !” he reassured them. “THIS WHIP IS ENCHANTED, ANYONE WHO HEARS THE SOUNDS OR FEELS IT USED AGAINST THEM IS BROUGHT UNDER COMPLETE CONTROL OF THE USER, MEANING YOU ARE ALL READY TO RECEIVE YOUR ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT NOW.” Papyrus told them with a smile, whipping the ground again.
*CRACK*
“STAND AT ATTENTION, EDGE !” Papyrus shouted to his edgy version. Immediately Edge’s body moved without his input, straightening with his left arm along his side and a hand over his forehead as if he was saluting his captain.
*CRACK*
“STAND AT ATTENTION, STRETCH !” he ordered again, Stretch taking the same pose as Edge, which was much less glorious with his loose yellow hoodie.
*CRACK*
“STAND AT ATTENTION, MUTT !” Mutt obeyed, clearly angry inside as his body took the pose, he looked menacing with his murderous gaze and purple hoodie, but Papyrus didn’t care, he would help him no matter what.
“MUCH BETTER, ISN’T IT ? NOW LOSE THE CLOTHES EXCEPT FOR BOOTS AND GLOVES IF YOU HAVE THEM.” Papyrus ordered.

*CRACK*

Before his sockets, Papyrus saw all three of them take off every single item of clothing they possessed, leaving them completely bare, bones exposed except for Edge’s red leather gloves and boots. He gave Stretch and Mutt identical pairs to Edge and his but in yellow and indigo to match their magic.
“NOW, SUMMON YOUR ECTO BODY !” Papyrus firmly ordered

*CRACK*

The three instantly manifested their magic, the fake flesh coating their bones and joints. Edge had a physique much like Papyrus, fit, muscular, trained, maybe even a bit bigger than him. He was blushing bright red, clearly embarrassed at being so exposed and vulnerable.
Stretch and Mutt had the same body type, chubby, lazy, unfit to be good brothers, but Papyrus would help with that using his trusted whip. Stretch was blushing like Edge, a beautiful shade of yellow, while Mutt, despite blushing a light purple, was very much more composed than the other two.
Papyrus looked at their genitals, all cocks accompanied by a pair of balls, perfect. He moved to cup each of them, making the embarrassment even worse, trying to make sure they knew who was in control.
“WITH YOUR FREE HAND, YOU ARE GOING TO PUMP YOUR COCK. EACH TIME I USE MY WHIP, YOU WILL REPEAT A MANTRA I WILL GIVE YOU.” Papyrus instructed.
“THE MORE I USE MY WHIP, THE MORE YOUR THOUGHTS WILL BE LEAVING YOUR SKULL, REPLACED BY THE MANTRA YOU REPEAT.” he continued.
“THEY WILL GO FROM YOUR SKULL, DOWN YOUR SPINE, DIRECTLY INTO YOUR BALLS, MIXING WITH YOUR CUM. AND AS THIS PROCESS OCCURS, YOUR INTELLIGENCE WILL DROP, EACH THOUGHT EXITING, EACH WHIP, EACH DROP OF CUM TAKING AWAY YOUR IQ POINTS FROM YOU, LEAVING YOU NICE AND DUMB.” Papyrus ordered.
“ONLY FOR STRETCH AND MUTT, AS YOU GO ON, YOU WILL FIND YOUR ECTO CHANGING TO MATCH MINE.” he added.
“NOW THE MANTRA IS ‘WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL’. REPEAT.” Papyrus ordered, getting behind the three standing skeletons.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” they all repeated when Papyrus whipped Edge’s buttcheeks, leaving a huge mark on them as Edge started jerking off.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” They did it again when Stretch was whipped over his back, a long bruise already forming, although ignored in favor of masturbating.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” they all said when Mutt’s thighs were hit, the pain barely registered in any of their minds as they focused on their command, Mutt falling in line with the others and jerking off.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” Papyrus once again hit Edge, then Stretch, and finally Mutt, in a new place for each, making sure they understood their place.
After that, the evening continued, Papyrus circled the three, watching as their anger and fear slowly faded to a sort of mindless bliss, the silence only ever interrupted by another hit of the whip over their bodies and the following mantra. Stretch and Mutt now had the same physique as Edge and Papyrus, and they were still pumping furiously, unable to disobey any order.
The three stood proud, paralyzed and frozen, jerking off and slowly pumping their smarts away, turning into himbos ready to love their brothers how they should, guided by the not so gentle hands of the best brother of all, The Great Papyrus.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” Papyrus hit Mutt, his back now a lovely constellation of bruises creating darker spots.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” he attacked Stretch’s butt cheeks, making them bounce once again under the kinetic energy of the impact.

*CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” Edge didn’t react even as the inside of his thighs became a dark red color, only ever grinning after the mantra had taken over his mind.
“NEXT TIME YOU FEEL THE WHIP ON YOUR BODY, YOU WILL CUM AND BECOME A HIMBO BROTHER.” Papyrus ordered, hitting all the spots he had previously whipped in quick succession for each of them.

*CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK* *CRACK*

“WE ARE HIMBO BROTHERS, HYPNOTIZED, DUMB AND KIND. NO NEURONS, JUST MORONS. NO MIND, JUST KIND. WE LOVE OUR BROTHERS. WE ARE SAFE. WE BEHAVE. PAPYRUS IS OUR MODEL.” they all repeated as each of them came, drenching their hot, himbo bodies with hot, thick cum, their tongues rolling out and making them drool, saliva joining the cum on the floor as it dripped down their chin.
“W-WHAT HAPPENED ?!” Edge said, suddenly snapping back to himself.
“Beats me, can’t remember.” Stretch replied.
“Yeah, all I know is I feel super good.” Mutt admitted.
“And dumb.” Stretch added.
“MUST NOT BE IMPORTANT IF WE CAN’T REMEMBER. THANK YOU PAPYRUS FOR SUP-SUPER-VIS– FOR TAKING CARE OF US !” Edge thanked him, unable to remember the word "supervising" like a true himbo.
“IT’S NO WORRIES, REALLY ! NOW, WHY DON’T YOU ALL SPITROAST EACH OTHER ONE BY ONE WHILE WE WAIT FOR YOUR BROTHERS TO COME BACK ? YOU ARE HIMBOS, AND HIMBOS SHOULD FUCK.” Papyrus reminded them.
“Good call, that’s why you’re in charge of us.” Stretch told him, placing himself behind Edge.
“Our model.” Mutt completed, going in front of Edge, who subsequently bent over, exposing his butthole and opening his mouth to take the two cocks.
“IT IS MY PLEASURE I ASSURE YOU !” Papyrus replied, he loved these new himbo brothers.

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Reaper turned off his stream, his viewers weren’t exactly pleased about him stopping early, but he had something important to do. A while back, Reaper had met someone through his livestreams, Geno, they had exchanged a whole lot of private messages on their socials, Geno had even admitted he probably couldn’t handle an in person meeting because of his social anxiety and right as things seemed to be going well, the viewer vanished.
They weren’t dating exactly, but they were also not not dating, Reaper thought it was going well between the two, and considering the kind of messages they were exchanging, he had kind of assumed they were on their way to a date at least, even if only virtual. So being ghosted like that had stung a lot, he had checked Geno’s social media and found nothing, making Reaper think the worst for a week or so, only to be proven wrong when Geno messaged him again after three months of inactivity.
He apologized, saying he’d been caught up in something very important and that he really shouldn’t have forgotten to tell Reaper about it. Reaper learned Geno had been recruited to be a participant in Error’s streams full time now, that the viewer interaction helped his social anxiety and he was having a lot of fun. Reaper was happy for him, Error was big in the business, he was a bit disappointed about not being the one to introduce Geno to the profession though.
Geno and him resumed their exchanges, Reaper found him much more confident and forward, the cutie even sending him nudes with the veteran streamer sending his own right back. And eventually, something unexpected happened. Geno explained to Reaper that his boss Error was looking for new streamers that already had experience working in the field, and Geno thought that since Reaper and him were already a thing, he’d offer to see if the streamer was interested.

Reaper hadn’t hesitated for one minute, this was a dream come true, he could work with a giant of the industry AND get to finally meet his boyfriend and maybe even get a job with Geno. He was already packing his things when Geno and he said goodbye, with Reaper soon receiving a mail to take off at least a week if he had any other obligations.
Which brought him to today, a big futuristic car waiting for him outside his apartment complex. He was brought to a big mansion extremely isolated, and wondered if the internet was really good enough for streaming, he knew it must have been, but Reaper had learned there could always be nasty surprises.
He rang the doorbell and the big front gate opened, he made his way to the house itself, only for Geno to greet him. Reaper immediately erupted into a blush when he realized Geno was in a femboy costume like the one he’d shown on his nudes, his ecto summoned already, his big curves absolutely lovely and his cock barely contained inside the panties he wore.
“Hey, Reaps ! Glad you could make it !” Geno greeted him, pulling Reaper in for a kiss. The streamer relaxed, his magic getting excited from seeing Geno.
“Y-Yeah… You look great…” Reaper blurted out.
“Thank you, I knew you’d like it !” Geno replied. “Come on in, I wanna have some fun before we go in for the livestream !” he told Reaper, and the streamer realized Geno might need to change to prepare for his livestream, which meant they didn’t have a lot of time to fool around.

Reaper followed Geno into his room, where he proceeded to undress and summon his ecto, he was a bit chubbier than he remembered with all the foods and snacks he’d tried on stream recently, but he was sure Geno wouldn’t mind with the look the other was giving him.
Geno gave him a smart watch, saying it could control the mansion’s electronics, and that now they matched, showing off the one he had on his wrist. Reaper felt a slight sting but paid it no mind as he and Geno started fooling around together.
Unfortunately, right as things were about to get going after the prep, Geno received a notification that he was live in two minutes. He apologized to Reaper and dragged him out of the bedroom to the streaming studio. Reaper was so confused he didn’t even question why he was going or the fact they hadn’t dressed back up.
“Geno, you’re here. And who’s that with you ?” Error asked as they entered the room, the door closing behind them. The famous streamer was naked on a floating chair, smirking as he saw the couple.
“This is my boyfriend Reaper ! He’s ready for the stream !” Geno replied, Reaper was about to ask what this was all about when the stench hit him. The room smelled like sweat and sex, a musk assaulting his senses and making it hard to breathe.
“Very nice to meet you, Reaper. I hope you’re ready to see your femboy of a boyfriend in action tonight, I’ll show you what a real man can do.” Error greeted him.
“Right, sorry for deceiving you, Reaps. But I invited you for a special NTR stream requested by our viewers, I’m gonna need you to let yourself get cheated on by Error and I.” Geno declared nonchalantly, as if it didn’t matter.

Reaper tried to turn around and leave, but to his horror, found out his body refused to budge at all, he was stuck, naked about to see Geno fuck a man other than him, with that awful musk permeating the air making him wish for some fresh air, and all this about to be livestreamed for a sick audience.
“No leaving here until you understand that, while you ARE Geno’s boyfriend, he belongs to me and only me, just like you.” Error told him, lifting his arm and revealing a sweaty armpit, the stench instantly becoming ten times worse than before. Yet, Geno only seemed to get aroused by it, diving deep into Error’s pit and kissing it like he had kissed Reaper earlier, no, even more passionately, making out with the stinky armpit like it was a true lover.
“Get out of there, stink slut. That’s not what we’re here for.” Error ordered Geno. “Get to work and I might allow you to spend the night with your face in my ass at some point.” he told the femboy.
“Of course ! Sorry, I got too excited.” Geno replied with a giggle. He immediately backed off and kneeled on the ground, waiting for something. Error then placed his feet on Geno, one over Geno’s face, the other over his cock, and Geno immediately started to grind himself against them. His cock rubbed through the fabric of the panties against the smelly streamer’s sole, unable to stop his thrusting hips as if he needed to do it.
Geno moaned against the sole pressing on his face, his tongue rolling out and licking the stinky foot as he huffed and kissed the musky sole. Reaper looked on, powerless to do anything, unable to even speak up as he was filmed and put on blast for Error’s audience during this humiliating moment.
“I’m so sorry, Reaps, I just can’t resist the smell, I am such a stink slut, controlled and reprogrammed. I can’t help but love the stench and cheating on you, I can’t even try to fight back.” Geno admitted, though Reaper could barely process anything happening, the world was spinning around him. He couldn’t breathe, both from the chaos his mind was thrown into, and the sheer musk permeating the air like a toxic sweat and sex perfume.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself.” Error told him, whipping his foot over Geno’s blissed out face, making the femboy lick his toes and suck on them while Geno came over his other sole.
I am not. Reaper thought, unable to speak.
“Your cock says otherwise.” the famous streamer pointed out. It made no sense, it was as if something else was controlling Reaper. “Don’t worry, it’s just the nanites, soon you’ll join the stink slut here and we’ll make a fortune with all the NTR streams, kinda glad it was you because you’re actually pretty cute.” Error told him, Reaper wanted to reply he didn’t give a fuck, but all he could do was breathe in the stench emanating from Error’s body and feel his cock twitch and leak precum.
“Geno, why don’t you finish converting your boyfriend by showing him what a real man smells like ? Prove my stench is on you.” Error ordered. Geno didn’t reply, instead, he started backing off from Error’s feet, already drenched in his sweat and musk, instead bringing his own feet to Error’s hard cock. He used both of them to give Error a footjob, telling Reaper he’d love the musky cum so much he’ll be converted in no time.
After Error came over Geno’s feet, drenching them to the point they smelled only of Error, Geno beckoned Reaper closer, staying on his back with his feet in the air. Reaper was soon face deep over a dirty, musky sole with the other on his cock, the cheated wasn’t even able to smell Geno anymore, it was all Error and his awful stench. And yet, Reaper loved it, he agreed now, he was Geno’s boyfriend, but they both belonged to Error, stink sluts unable to think for themselves. The last free thoughts he had as he came were that he loved the feeling and musk of Error’s cum over his face. Giving a lick of surrender, Reaper joined Geno.

…

“Ruru, I invited him like you asked, he’s fine with coming over !” Ink said excitedly to Error, who was streaming with Reaper and his feet worshiping his soles, and Geno under his ass as his personal chair.
“What great news, Inky. Make sure you corrupt him well, clients have been asking for a dom for months now, we can’t let him go to waste.” Error warned him, never leaving his gameplay, even though his mike was muted with only the sounds of Geno and Reaper accompanying the gameplay.
“Of course Ruru I am a well trained femboy !” Ink replied with a thumbs up as his cock twitched in his panties.
“Good femboy, you’re allowed to take two pairs of socks, one for you, one for him. And don’t forget to make him use the special shower, it should be ready now with all my sweat over the last few months.” Error instructed him. Ink went back to the room, sending an innocent selfie in his femboy outfit to motivate Blue, the small family friendly streamer he’d been flirting with since he’d been converted for Error, who had been wanting to get his hands on Blue for a long time now.
Ink took four socks from the dirty laundry pile, which only had Error’s clothes since stink sluts like Geno, Reaper and him weren’t allowed the dignity of clothing. He carefully kept a pair on the side for later and wrapped the third around his cock, bringing the last one to his nose. Its stink and stench were just as strong as Error’s when straight for the source, Ink grimaced as he was assaulted by the smell, but his cock hardened nonetheless and he started jerking off, taking the deepest breaths he could while pumping his femboy cock inside Error’s other sock.
Ink quickly stopped thinking, lost in the trance and cumming to Error’s feet musk, marking himself with the stench the more he masturbated…

He was only roused back to consciousness once he heard the door’s dumbbell, Blue was knocking on the door as indicated by the camera feed the drone gave Ink. The femboy quickly put the socks he was using around his feet, both now soaked in his own cum enhancing Error’s musk through the nanotechnology, and he headed for the door, the ripe, stinky, unused socks still safe in his inventory.
“Welcome, Blue !” Ink greeted his guest, opening the door and inviting him inside.
“WOWWEE ! I-YOU LOOK… LOVELY, INK !” Blue stammered inside. “S-SORRY, I JUST DIDN’T EXPECT YOU TO BE DRESSED SO… FORWARD.” the cute skeleton tried to find his words.
“You’re allowed to call it slutty, y’know ? I don’t mind, that’s why I like this outfit.” Ink gave him a wink.
“I-I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO IMPLY ANYTHING HURTFU– OUCH !? WHAT WAS THAT ?” Blue asked, taken aback by the sting of the watch.
“Just a smart watch to let you control the house’s tech, don’t take it off but don’t worry about it either.” Ink plainly sated. “Would you like a shower after this long trip ? Maybe we could get a little dirty under the ‘water’, if you get my gist.” he offered, flirting with the flustered skeleton.
“WOWZERS ! P-PLEASE DON’T GO TOO FAR ? I HAVEN’T GOTTEN USED TO SO MUCH FORWARDNESS, I CAN’T EVEN CURSE WITH MY STREAMS AND EVERYTHING ELSE.” Blue warned Ink, who nodded, pretending to take Blue seriously.

He led his guest to the showers, they were communal for a reason, so that multiple stink sluts could take one at the same time. Though it had one other secret, it wasn’t water that was used, instead it was months of Error’s musk and sweat gathered by the nanomachines filling the tank, ready to spray the next skeleton.
Blue stood under the showerhead, waiting for the hot “water” to fall on his face. The instant it did, the family friendly streamer froze up, the nanobots inside him instantly making him breathe in the stench steam, causing Blue to fall as deep in the trance as was possible, his body odor washed away and replaced by Error’s.
Ink was with him, grinning happily alongside Blue as he rubbed the liquid stink all over Blue’s chubby ecto, from his arms and belly to his armpit and feet, turning him around to get his back, leaving no inch untouched by the sweat. The nanobots then integrated the new smell into Blue’s ecto permanently, as if his own musk and sweat were produced by Error’s himself.
Blue did not move or even shift his expression throughout the process, letting himself get manhandled by Ink’s nanomachines enhanced strength, even taking the shower up his ass and spreading his legs so his cock and balls were perfectly coated, lifting his feet and letting Ink drink sweat and spit on his soles before sucking on Blue’s toes to make sure the liquid musk penetrated all his bones and ecto.

Finally, the shower stopped and Blue snapped out of his trance, still the same as before, the only changes being his physical properties, from proper and always smelling like perfume, he was now a stenchy gamer, ready for the furthering of his corruption.
“F-FU– WOOZERS !!! I REEK SO BADLY? IT DOESN’T FEEL LIKE I HAVE TAKEN A SHOWER AT ALL. COULD YOU CONFIRM I DON’T SMELL TOO BAD, INK ?” Blue wondered, and Ink sniffed him, taking in a deep breath as Error’s stank on Blue assaulted his nose.
“Nope, you smell exactly how you’re supposed to.” Ink reassured his friend.
“I-IF YOU SAY SO…” Blue replied, unconvinced.
“How about you start a stream ? Error already set everything up, I’ll be right there if you need help too.” Ink proposed.
“THAT’S A GREAT IDEA ! LET US DO THIS FIRST FAMILY FRIENDLY STREAM ON ERROR’S PLATFORM !” Blue cheered, putting on his streaming clothes consisting of a cosplay armor of a noble knight, Ink smirked knowing what was about to happen.

The femboy stayed out of the camera for a good half an hour of streaming at first, letting Blue adjust, giving Error’s carefully cultivated audience a chance to get used to his archetype. But once Ink estimated enough time had passed, he switched to his purpose.
“WOWWEE ! NOW WE NEED TO– INK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING BEHIND THE MAGNIFICENT BL– MMMF MMMF !!!” Blue tried to ask, only to be abruptly cut off by Ink silencing him, pressing one of Error’s stinky socks over his mouth and nasal cavity, before wrapping the second sock around Blue’s cock and jerking him off.
At the same time, the screens came to life, pulsing with blue statics that were the same shade as Error’s bluescreen ecto. Immediately, Blue stopped struggling, his cock twitching in Ink’s hand as he took a deep breath, savouring the stench of the musky, sweaty sock, Error’s feet stink hypnotizing him into another musky, no shower nerd like Error when Blue had been the epitome of family friendly and proper self care less than half a day ago.
Ink kept going until Blue came inside the sock, exchanging the two and forcing Blue to breathe in his own, musky cum becoming one with Error’s sweat just like Blue’s ecto.
“Musk corruption complete, Blue is now Blueberror the stinky mean dom that will twist his daily friendly content into kinky streams.” Blue declared, the statics cutting out and leaving Blue to the stream once more, his tag now changed and his entire channel remodeled to fit his new corrupted content.
“Call my Blue, stink slut, I like hearing my name out of your mouth despite my rebranding.” Blue ordered Ink, who nodded.
“Yes, Blue, whatever you wi– HMMMF !” Ink was suddenly muffled by Blue shoving his two, cum filled socks inside Ink’s mouth, forcing the musk and and taste of Error’s sweat and his cum onto Ink’s mouth and nasal cavity, the salty taste making him gag and grimace as he recoiled from the sheer power of it.
“I reek, don’t I ? Perfect for my debut ! Now everyone, look at my feet, I hope we can reach the donation goals, for each one I’ll move the camera one inch closer, so you can worship my stinky feet better. Once we reach the goal, Ink will act as your substitute and lick my sweaty soles in your stead. Ready ? Start !” Blue instructed his viewers. Immediately, the donations started pouring in, and the goal was reached in no time, leaving Blue to use the very elastic sock to tie a noose around Ink’s nasal cavity to place a camera there, so the viewers would be closest to his feet, leaving only Ink’s tongue to lick and worship those sweaty soles.

Ink was then forced to worship Blue’s stinky soles for the rest of the stream while Blue insulted his past self for thinking he should do family friendly content, calling himself a naive fuck, and saying how dumb it was to not free himself from everything but the musk. All the while jerking off and cumming on his own feet, forcing Ink to do more licking and sucking of his toes.
To finish, Blue had Ink give him a footjob in front of the camera, forcing him to thank Blue for this opportunity to worship his superior reeking cock with his unworthy feet. Once Blue came over Ink’s socked soles, he made him press them over his face, smearing the musky cum.
“AND REMEMBER TO FOLLOW BLUEBERROR, THE MEAN REEKING CORRUPTED NERD THAT WILL NEVER GO BACK TO FAMILY FRIENDLY CONTENT. BYE AND JERK OFF TO MY MUSKY FEET IN YOUR FREE TIME !” Blue told his viewers before cutting off the live stream.
Blue then shoved back the sock filled with his cum inside Ink’s mouth, telling him to follow while kissing his stinky footprints, which Ink did, kissing each and everyone as they left this room and went to Error’s streaming room, where he was receiving feedback from Blue’s stream.
“GREETINGS ERROR. THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME BLUEBERROR, THE MEAN REEKING CORRUPTED NERD !” Blue immediately thanked him.
“Good, I see the hypnosis and reprogramming have settled deep. Ink, why don’t you come to me, I’m sure our new friend would love to dom Geno and Reaper here.” Error ordered, extending his feet while floating in the air on his nanobots chair. “Blue, kiss those soles and understand that while you are just as musky and sweaty as me, you are my subordinate in every way just like those femboys, you are my stink slut too, just a rank above them.” Error reminded his new prize.
“OF COURSE, SIR ! YOUR MUSK CONTROLS ME, I AM CONSTANTLY BATHING IN YOUR MUSK NOW, I WOULDN’T DARE THINK ANYTHING BUT YOUR PROGRAMMING !” Blue reassured Error, kissing his feet and licking his soles, passing his tongue between his toes and huffing the musky feet, cumming on the floor as Ink cleaned it up, before switching with Geno and Reaper. Error smirked, he had brand new faces for more kinks on his streams.

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“Come hug Mommy, Swan. Be a good boy and let Mommy and Daddy take care of all your needs.” Nightmare told Swan, as he stood completely naked, his chubby ecto summoned and his arms open inviting the fugitive for a hug. Nightmare’s eyelight wasn’t the usual icy cyan, instead his entire socket was filled with an unnatural gold light, with no eyelight visible at all.
Swan backed off, he had been naive to think Swad would ever let him have a proper ally in this fight. And now, because of his own hubris, Nightmare had fallen into his brother’s grasp, reduced to nothing more than an extension of his forced positivity, unthinking and unquestioning, a mere slave to Swad’s will.
The fugitive knew it was pointless to try and fight Nightmare, his brother would just jump in at the end of the fight to take his property back and Swan would be too exhausted to do anything to help the guardian by that point. But he still had to find a way out of this mess, he was cornered in Nightmare’s castle, didn’t know the layout, had no allies since the entire crew was likely compromised, and facing an opponent that ate many more apples than he did.
Still, Swan did not give up, he leaped into the air, daggers in hand, hoping he could use the negativity to shake Nightmare free for just long enough to create a portal and flee. The numerous tentacles coming from his opponent were like whips, cracking and destroying everything they touched, the goop would instantly immobilize him, so he never stepped on the same place twice.

But despite his best efforts, it wasn’t enough. All it took was one tiny mistake, and goop that had landed on his boot got him caught up in a tentacle, coiled and unable to move, his arms flattened to his sides and his legs forced together, only his feet and skull poking out from the tendril.
“Playtime’s over, Swan. Come with Mommy, I’m sure Daddy will be thrilled to see you.” Nightmare declared, stepping into the shadows and reappearing in a bedroom, where Swad was laying on the gigantic bed, already naked with his ecto and wings summoned. The grin on his face only widened when he saw his brother all tied up, and Swan could only hope his glare would set him on fire.
“Would you look at that ? My dear brother, captured so easily by mere tentacles.” Swad taunted him, poking his chin and forcing Swan to look at him.
“What sick game are you playing with Nightmare ? At least let him go !” Swan demanded, biting his lips to not anger his brother more, he had to buy time until he could escape.
“Do you like your new Mommy ? I figured since you didn’t seem interested in joining me as an equal, you might as well be treated like you behave. Plus it worked flawlessly, didn’t it ?” Swad explained.
“But enough of this, you don’t need to know anything, all you need to do is give in and let me do whatever I want. I promise I’ll take good care of you, my little boy.” his brother mocked. “Mommy, make sure our little boy here knows his place, and maybe Daddy will reward you with more opportunities to obey.” Swad ordered Nightmare.
“Yes, Daddy ! Thank you, Daddy ! Mommy will take good care of our dumb little Swan.” Nightmare agreed, his tentacle squeezing the captive ever so slightly.

Swan then felt the corruption surrounding his entire body melt away his clothes, forcing his ecto to snap into place as if the goop had willed his body to obey. As a result, his cock was now poking out from the coil he was stuck in, making him blush at the humiliating display, his hard, purple dick being visible to his brother, fueling his obsession even more.
Swad sat on the bed, holding his cock as Swan was lowered until his face was touching his brother’s leaking tip, he made a face of disgust that only seemed to rile Swad up even more. The coiling tentacle then forced his body to bend, his legs in the air exposing his cock to Nightmare, who had kneeled on the floor and already had his mouth open.
“Now, Swan, be a good boy and sink for Mommy and Daddy.” Swad said, his eyelights glowing a dangerous gold, almost pale as if it had been alloyed with platinum. Swan was about to protest, but found himself at a loss for words, the light burning away his will and resistance, melting them and turning it all into ashes. Swan didn’t care, couldn’t care what was happening to him, he knew he should be fighting back against his brother’s control, but his skull was wonderfully empty and warm, he had hope, this new light was giving him everything he could have ever wanted.
“I am Daddy and Mommy’s little boy, I love being told what to do and think, I will obey the light. Daddy is always right, Daddy knows best, Daddy has authority over his boy. Thank you for claiming me, Daddy.” Swan felt the words coming out of his mouth, with Daddy smirking and nodding as he pushed his cock against his boy’s teeth. Swan instinctively opened his mouth and took the shaft in, tasting Daddy’s precum over his tongue, he loved the taste of Daddy’s cock and salty pre, he couldn’t wait to taste Daddy’s cum.

At the same time, Mommy took Swan’s own cock inside his own mouth, and the boy moaned around Daddy’s dick, unable to stop the wave of pleasure from crashing onto him, his whole body trembling inside the coiling embrace of the tendril. Swan could feel Daddy’s cock throb inside his mouth as he pushed it further, deeper, past his tongue until it reached the back of his mouth, then farther, down his throat, Swan’s gag reflex only calmed when Daddy showed him even more of the beautiful light.
Mommy sucked on Swan’s dick, and he felt his own dick throb in perfect sync with Daddy’s, he loved it, knowing Daddy and Mommy were in control, having to rely on Daddy for everything, especially the difficult tasks like thinking, Swan would be so much happier as their little boy, not even deciding his own pleasure, always obeying, serving, never thinking again.
And yet, the longer he sucked, and was sucked, the more frustrated Swan grew. He couldn’t cum, no matter how much he tried to thrust his hips, no matter how many times Mommy ran his tongue across the tip of his dick, no matter how much he tasted Daddy’s cock on his tongue. The moment he got even remotely close, when he felt like he could release at any moment, Mommy slowed down, making sure his little boy couldn’t orgasm in any way.
Daddy watched Swan with sadistic glee as he whined and moaned with his Daddy’s cock buried deep in his throat, unable to even voice any protest. The edging continued, Mommy sucking him off until he was about to cum, stopping right before Swan could go over the edge, leaving only frustration and need inside his empty skull.

Swan, meanwhile, continued to take Daddy’s cock, the light chasing away the last of his free will and resistance, making him Daddy’s good little boy as he should be. Swan didn’t even remember why he was trying to resist, he just knew he wanted to belong to Daddy.
The frustration got to its breaking point when Swan was made to swallow all of Daddy’s cum as he shot it down his boy’s throat. He could feel the throbbing, the way Daddy thrust in and out of his mouth, forcing the cum to stay inside, the taste absolutely divine as Swan begged for the pleasure of it to be enough for him to cum.
But it wasn’t, Daddy kept cumming, before resuming his thrusting like nothing had happened, leaving Swan to question if he had imagined the whole thing. Mommy was also making it so much worse each time, taking longer and longer to bring Swan to near orgasm, before denying him the pleasure of cumming. The boy was starting to beg, moaning and groaning around Daddy’s cock, who said nothing, as if waiting for Swan to understand something.
And then it clicked, it became as clear and obvious as the light shining from Daddy’s sockets, Swan didn’t decide when to cum, Daddy did. He wasn’t in charge of his own pleasure, Daddy was. Swan wasn’t allowed to expect anything from Mommy because Daddy decided everything, from his actions to his thoughts, Swan was Daddy’s little boy, and Mommy was just an extension of Daddy.

Swan stopped struggling and relaxed, understanding that if Daddy decided as such, he would never cum again, and instead always be edged to near climax. It was freeing in a way, to know everything was decided by Daddy, and Swan could just stop being anything other than what Daddy expected of him.
“Such a good boy for Daddy. You can cum now.” Daddy whispered to him, grabbing the back of Swan’s skull and slamming him on Daddy’s cock as they both came, Swan choking on Daddy’s cum while Mommy milked his dick and swallowed all of his little boy’s cum.
Swan was laid down on the bed, panting and exhausted, grinning with his now golden eyelights that Daddy gave him, a permanent reminder Swan was nothing more than his Daddy’s little boy. Mommy was still kneeling, waiting for Daddy to give him an order.
“You did well, Mommy. I believe you deserve a reward from Daddy.” Daddy told him while Swan watched, happy Mommy got to obey Daddy like him. “Take care of Swan until I come back, make sure neither of you cum before Daddy allows it. Remember, Daddy controls everything, even your pleasure. Daddy knows best.” Daddy ordered Mommy and Swan.
“Yes, Daddy !” they both answered at the same time. Mommy then climbed onto the bed, his chubby body in the opposite direction of Swan’s. Mommy then pressed his pussy down on Swan’s face, forcing his little boy to kiss and lick his cunt, Swan obliged, licking and kissing and sucking onto Mommy’s clit and pussy while Mommy started sucking his cock again. Neither noticed Daddy leaving, too lost in their trance as they edged each other for Daddy’s pleasure, Swan loved being Daddy’s little boy, Daddy sure knew best.

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Blue made his way out of his hometown, determined to chase the cult that had taken residency inside the old abandoned temple up the mountain. He had come back from a perilous adventure only to discover an empty, ghost town, and he had needed to travel to the next city to learn people, monsters and humans alike, had left after a cult had taken over the temple and the surrounding territory and kidnapped multiple people from the villagers.
Geno was amongst the captured, being weak after a curse had been placed on him, he hadn’t been able to oppose the invading forces, at least not long enough for Blue to come back with the antidote he’d been seeking. Apparently the leader of the cultists proved a formidable opponent, a skeleton as well as a medusa, able to petrify any fool who dared gaze into his sockets. Geno had been given no choice but to follow him with some others as a price to free the petrified victims.
The hero knew it was a foolish quest to attempt to free Geno alone, but raising an army and gathering his comrades was not only uncertain to work, as very few people dared fight a medusa, but it might take years of preparations, which would be too late for a proper rescue, especially if that leader, Reaper as they called him, decided he didn’t want hostages to play with anymore.
So Blue took his faithful shield and morning star and climbed the mountain, each step getting him closer to the temple. The weather was clear, but dark what with all the ashes from that volcano covering the sky in the area. As he got closer, he saw statues fallen on the ground, warriors brave enough to attempt a rescue in the months he had taken to come home, all of them intact thankfully, he might just be able to force that Reaper to free them.

Once he reached the stairs leading up to the temple, the atmosphere shifted drastically, gone were the warriors petrified in action and left haphazardly on the ground to pick up dust. On each of the giant steps stood a petrified cultist, some of them completely hidden under their robes, some with their faces uncovered, all skeletons.
Blue couldn’t help but grimace as he looked at their frozen expressions, pure bliss apparent on their face, as if they had been turned to stone at the highest moment of their existence, some even had their hand on their cock still, or were bending over as if they were taking it from someone else. Blue found it distasteful, degrading and incredibly twisted to do such a thing, to his own people no less. He would bring down Reaper and make sure everyone was free from his enchantments.
When he finally faced the entrance to the temple, Blue stood in shock of what he discovered. The pillars, support of the temple’s structure, had been replaced in part, heroes put under supporting the giant structure in their petrified pose, clearly struggling during their last moment of freedom before turning to stone.
Worst of all, Blue recognized some of them, monsters he had traveled with, if only for a short time. Dream, the famous hunter with a bow blessed by the goddess of the hunt. Cross, the strongest gladiator in the great Colosseum who had fought his way to freedom after being taken as a war prisoner. Ink, an artist blessed with the ability to see the hidden wonders of the world. And even Error, a weaver with an unmatched ability using strings in battle.
There were more Blue wasn’t sure about, great warriors no doubt, all reduced to statues supporting the pillars of the temple. And worst of all, they had been stripped of their clothes, of their dignity as proud masters of their crafts, turned into nothing but decoration, tools to inspire fear in the heart of those who dared challenge the medusa, Reaper.

Blue took a deep breath, steeling his resolve as he marched forward, walking up the final steps to the temple and entering through the immense gate that had been built before the current recorder history. Blue glanced at the fallen champions, promising them he’d find a way to free them if he could, and finally crossed the gate towards the inner temple.
Inside was a barren building, various figures in robes were walking, mostly cleaning the place and taking care of statues displayed around the corridors and court. Blue was immediately spotted and drew his weapon, expecting to be defended against.
Only for the cultists to bow down to him, creating a way directly to the private innermost room of the temple, the bronze doors opened by two cultists that immediately kneeled to invite Blue inside, closing the door behind him after he had entered the room.
There sat Reaper, the medusa that had destroyed his hometown and turned so many of his friends and companions to stone. He was lazing on a marvelous throne made of the finest marble, looking bored yet smirking as he saw Blue and perked up. The robe, or rather cloak the skeleton wore clearly indicated he was superior to the other cultist, he had the same red and black symbols but also silver strings drawing an eye on his hood and torso, clearly a sign of his powers.
Next to him, on a pedestal, stood Geno, naked save for his precious scarf, his ecto exposed for all to see, as if his best friend was just a statue, a piece of eye candy Reaper could trample the dignity of as he wished.
Worst of all, Geno had the same blissed out expression as the heroes and statues he’d seen all over the temple, that medusa was indeed twisted beyond anything he had ever faced. His only solace was that Geno wasn’t yet turned to stone. Blue readied his shield and morning star, prepared to jump at Reaper with all his might.

“Are you perhaps the hero Blue I have heard so much about ? This one wouldn’t shut up about your exploits, I even had to check with the pillars at the entrance he was talking about one monster alone. Quite the impressive resume you have.” Reaper complimented Blue with a relaxed grin, making Blue pause in his tracks.
“WHAT IF I AM ? IT’S NOT LIKE YOU’RE GOING TO FREE HIM IF I TELL YOU TO.” Blue retorted, the venom in his voice betraying his animosity.
“You are right about that. And I know you won’t believe me when I say this, but I am not doing it with any malicious intent. In fact, my goal is to help them, in a way.” Reaper stated, purposefully staying vague to make Blue ask questions. It was a bait, Blue just needed to end this, but he was curious, and if he could make Reaper reveal a weakness or two, he couldn’t just pass up that opportunity.
“WHAT COULD PETRIFYING MONSTERS HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH HELPING THEM ? YOU ARE JUST ROBBING THEM OF THEIR LIVES !” Blue chastised the medusa.
“First of all, they are still alive, I can free them anytime I want. Second, of course it’s helping them, I am making sure they’ll be preserved in history, no one can forget them if they exist forever. They’ll be safe, encased in stone, eternal and ever lasting, even if they were to be struck by a god, their statue would remain intact. Forever preserved in stone, petrified in time.” Reaper announced, throwing his arms in the air, as if he was talking about something admirable.
“THAT’S HORRIBLE ! YOU TRAPPED THEM IN A PRISON, AND YOU WANT SYMPATHY FOR THAT ?!” Blue snapped at Reaper, who just sighed, as if expecting the reply.
“Do you know who built this temple ?” the medusa asked.
“WHAT DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH YOU PETRIFYING PEOPLE ?” Blue questioned, perplexed.
“This temple is the very last remnant of the civilization who built it, at least a thousand years ago, when I was born. Look at any current records and you will find no trace of their culture and who they were, except for this temple I created. My statues are eternal, even after eons will have passed, they will remain, the last remnants, a proof of existence. I am giving them all a chance to step into forever with me.” Reaper explained, Blue looked at him, bewildered, though he carefully avoided his sockets.
“AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THEY, OR ANYONE ELSE, WOULD WANT TO BE STUCK IN STONE FOREVER ?! YOU ARE DELUSIONAL IF YOU THINK THOSE HEROES DO WHAT THEY DO MERELY TO BE REMEMBERED BY PEOPLE FROM A DISTANT FUTURE !” Blue told him, fury in his voice.

“They all say that at first, before looking into my sockets, I tire of these empty speeches.” Reaper said with a disappointed sigh, looking down at Blue from his throne, then at Geno. “Let’s see if our dear hero is any different. I make you this promise, if you resist the power of my gaze, I will free you, Geno and any hero I have ever petrified. My cultists are excluded as they knew the end of their path of worship. And I also promise it is not a trick, I will not try to petrify you or anyone in this era ever again if you can resist.” he offered.
“But, should you fail, you will join my cult, working to help me take over this world from the temple, and you will eventually be made into a statue yourself.” Reaper warned.
“AND HOW CAN I TRUST THE WORDS OF SOMEONE LIKE YOU ? NOT ONLY DID YOU TAKE HOSTAGES, YOU ALSO LIKELY USED THAT WEIRD POWER OVER MINDS TO RECRUIT THEM LIKE YOU DID TO MAKE GENO LIKE THIS. I KNOW HIM, HE WOULD NEVER JUST STAND IDLE WHILE YOUR EVIL WAYS EXIST.” Blue pointed out.
“I admit, he was a bit uncooperative, let’s say. I just gave him a taste of what being a statue feels like, doesn’t he look blissful like this ?” Reaper replied with a smirk. “But I see why you wouldn’t trust me to keep my words, so how about I just use my cultist to overpower you and we skip right to you being a statue ?” the medusa pondered, his threats empty of any true intent.
“I’LL PLAY YOUR GAME ON ONE CONDITION.” Blue saw the surprise on Reaper’s face. “LET ME GIVE HIM THE ANTIDOTE TO LIFT HIS CURSE BEFORE YOU TRY ANYTHING.” the hero requested. Reaper looked like he couldn’t believe what was being asked, not in a bad way, he just seemed utterly baffled that a mere mortal had managed to find the cure to a god’s curse.
“I swear on my name as Reaper the Medusa of the last Necropolis and cursed by a god with this power and eternity. No harm will befall upon you or Geno while you give him the cure and until it has completely cured him.” Reaper swore an oath, chains of light binding him to his promise.
“THANK YOU…” Blue whispered.

“Geno, my little statue, wake up and welcome your hero back.” Reaper snapped his fingers, before leaving the room to give the two space, looking a bit troubled as he stepped outside. The moment the bronze doors were closed, Geno snapped out of his trance, looking around him in a daze, seeing Blue and rushing to hug his best friend and lover.
“B-Blue, but how…?” Geno wondered, unable to believe he was free. “Y-You need to leave, Reaper, the medusa, h-he’s mad, he wants to collect heroes, he’ll petrify you if he finds you here !” his friend warned Blue, trying to push him towards the back exit.
“SORRY GENO, HE KINDA ALREADY SAW ME. I DON’T THINK I CAN BEAT HIM IN BATTLE, ESPECIALLY NOT WITH ALL THE CULTISTS AROUND HERE. HE MADE AN OFFER, IF I CAN RESIST HIS GAZE, HE’LL FREE EVERYONE. HE JUST ALLOWED ME TO SEE YOU TO GIVE YOU THIS.” Blue explained, handing a red vial with gold accents to Geno.
“A-A cure, so it really did exist… But that’s not important right now. Blue, you need to run, it’s a trap, his gaze can’t be resisted, it has this weird property where you can’t look away once he starts. I tried the same thing and before I knew it, I was agreeing with everything he was saying, even thanking him for accepting my wish to become a statue. Please don’t try to fight it, it’s rigged in his favor.” Geno pleaded with his friend, clearly worried about him. Blue realized Reaper had most likely made it so Geno wouldn’t be able to leave without the cultist’s permission.
“I CAN’T, NOT AFTER HIS DISPLAY OF HONESTY. I PROMISE I’LL TRY MY BEST. I’LL RESIST AND THEN WE CAN GO BACK HOME AND I’LL TELL YOU ALL ABOUT MY ADVENTURES.” Blue reassured him, while Geno just shook his head. He was about to say something when Blue decided there might not be enough time for talking and shoved the vial into his lover’s mouth, forcing him to drink, watching as the unhealing gash on his chest closed, leaving his body partially melted still, but at least not in pain anymore.

“Blue, I–” Geno tried to say, only to freeze as he looked behind Blue. The hero knew what was about to happen, it didn’t stop his soul from hurting as he heard the snap of fingers. Geno’s eyelight glazed over and he returned to his blissful, mindless state, walking back on the pedestal and taking back his pose as a statue in training.
“I believe I gave you two enough time.” Reaper declared, Blue knew his expression was heavy, he didn’t have to look at Reaper’s face to know. “Are you ready to proceed or do you need some time to collect your thoughts ?” Reaper asked, worry clear in his voice.
“I DON’T THINK I’LL EVER BE. I CAN’T TRUST SOMEONE LIKE YOU WITH MY LOVER’S LIFE.” Blue told him honestly.
“You would make me take a second oath on the same day ?” Reaper questioned, though Blue knew it was a genuine offer.
“I WON’T.” Blue declared, watching Reaper’s hand tremble slightly and hesitate for a second, as if he didn’t expect to be spared grace by the hero coming to defeat him.
“I promise you no matter what, I will make sure Geno and you will never be separated.” Reaper whispered, and Blue nodded, knowing words were useless. If Reaper hadn’t changed his mind already, he wouldn’t now. All Blue could do was try and resist as best he could.
Reaper took his hands, making Blue drop his weapons, not that he would need them for his next labor. And for the first time today, Blue allowed himself to look at Reaper’s face. He was expecting a proud, condescending madman, a skeleton so arrogant he’d immediately turn away from the sheer disgust. But all he saw was a tired, no exhausted, painfully relatable monster. He had bags under his sockets and his smile was just a little too forced to mask the pain, his sockets devoid of light yet still bored into his soul, like he could read all of Blue’s story at a simple glance into the windows of his soul.

Blue felt his own thoughts slow down as he stared into the darkness of Reaper’s sockets, the void sucking the mind out of his skull. He could feel every coherent, well formed thought leaving his head and falling into the medusa’s void, then every word and concept falling to nothingness, until Blue was almost empty. He couldn’t pull away if he wanted to, the empty sockets pulling his gaze back like they pulled his thoughts.
“Listen to me, little berry.” Reaper’s voice echoed in his now empty skull. “You are a hero, brave and honorable. You deserve glory and recognition, you deserve for people to remember you. You deserve to be preserved, for you and your story to be passed down to future generations. Sayit.” the medusa ordered.
“I AM A HERO, BRAVE AND HONORABLE. I DESERVE GLORY AND RECOGNITION, I DESERVE FOR PEOPLE TO REMEMBER ME. I DESERVE TO BE PRESERVED, FOR ME AND MY STORY TO BE PASSED DOWN TO FUTURE GENERATIONS.” Blue replied, nodding along, finding it hard to refute this claim, Reaper just wanted to help.
“You need to become a statue. Being petrified is a fate worthy of the greatest heroes. Stone remains. You know, deep down, that becoming a statue is not only what you deserve, but also the greatest pleasure you will ever feel. You need to be turned into stone, this is your new dream.” Reaper informed Blue, and the hero found himself nodding along, he did want to become stone, he desperately needed it, to be preserved and eternal was the greatest gift of all, a pleasure with no comparison.
“Tell me now, Blue. Do you want me to turn you into a statue ?” Reaper asked.
“YES, PLEASE. I WANT NOTHING MORE IN LIFE THAN TO BECOME YOUR PETRIFIED DECORATION !” “ Blue exclaimed, still unable to look away from Reaper’s sockets.
“Of course, anything my little hero wants. All you need to do is join my cult and worship me. Can you do that ?” the medusa offered.
“YES, I’LL DO ANYTHING TO BE PETRIFIED ! THANK YOU ! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LETTING ME FULFIL MY DREAM OF BECOMING A STATUE !” Blue gratefully accepted.

“Good hero. Now, as your first act of worship, you will help me turn your lover into a statue, right ?” Reaper requested.
“OF COURSE, GENO DESERVES TO BE ETERNAL, HE DESERVES TO BE PRESERVED AND KNOW THE BLISS OF THE STONE.” Blue replied, completely under Reaper’s influence, unable to think for himself anymore.
“Undress completely except for clothes with sentimental value, my worshipers are only allowed to wear my robes.” the medusa told Blue, who immediately stripped down, revealing his already summoned ecto body, a chubby build with muscles hidden under the soft layer of chub. The hero only kept his gloves and bandana
“Make sure to fuck him so good everyone whos sees him will know what a pleasure being a statue is.” Reaper reminded him. Blue nodded, letting his cock, large and thick, spring free. He walked behind the frozen Geno and started fucking his ass while holding his chin with one hand and fingering his pussy with the other. Blue moaned as he impaled his lover on his cock, slipping a second, then a third finger inside Geno’s entrance, playing with his clit until his hand was drenched in slick that Blue forced Geno to clean. All the while Reaper was watching with a satisfied smirk.
Blue then decided to show Reaper what a devoted worshiper he was and created a second cock, detached from his body like a dildo, and immediately pushed it inside of Geno’s pussy. The presence of two extremely big dicks inside him made Geno’s belly bulge a lot, as if both cocks were fighting to see which would show up most once they were completely inside.
Geno remained silent in his bliss, completely frozen even if he was still malleable under his lover’s touch. Blue could feel Geno’s holes clenching around his cocks, pushing deeper inside with both of them at the same time, until he came, pushing so deep Geno’s belly bulge grew even more, an obscene vision of a distended chubby belly filled with cum.

At that very moment, Reaper decided it was time for Geno to know eternal bliss. He walked closer to the mortal, to Blue’s lover, placing the soon-to-be statue’s arms and legs into a proper pose. His legs firmly planted on the ground for balance yet parted to expose his gapping pussy still filled with a cock making his belly bulge. His arms just above his skull as if he was holding something heavy.
“Blue, make sure Geno looks deep into my sockets. You want him to have a nice time getting petrified, right ?” Reaper instructed.
“ABSOLUTELY ! THANK YOU FOR TURNING MY LOVER INTO STONE !” Blue thanked the medusa, holding Geno’s chin towards their new god’s face, Geno was grinning, as was Blue, both anticipating the true bliss that would befall Geno. Reaper let Blue do all the work, loving how easily the hero was now making sure his soulmate became another statue of the temple.
Geno’s feet started turning into stone as Blue held his gaze to Reaper’s, then his legs, up to his waist, the stone keeping its gapped shape around Blue’s cocks. Then his belly, the bulge immortalized, the ecto forever preserved in stone like it was always stretched out by enormous cocks Then the stone got to his chest and arms, keeping both frozen in place before finally getting to Geno’s face and skull, keeping his grin and blissed out expression in stone forever. His melted socket even more beautiful, a lifelike statue because it was made of a real skeleton.
Blue moaned as he felt the stone around his cock, imagining the pleasure of being turned into a statue, he came one last time, helping Geno cum right as he was turned, petrifying him in this instant of absolute bliss.

Reaper ordered Blue to pull out, a command which the worshiper obeyed without hesitation. It left Geno’s statue bare and in the bulging pose they had made him hold, his pussy and butthole exposed and leaking Blue’s cum still. Reaper made Blue wash the statue with his tongue, to appreciate the new existence of his lover. Geno was then taken by cultists and placed into one of the room's inner pillars, holding his role as a decorative statue all for Reaper and the cultists to enjoy.
“Now, worshiper, take your new robe and accept this life of servitude to my temple.” Reaper ordered Blue, handing him an identical robe to every other cultist. Blue took it and put it on, now resembling every other robed figure that he had tried to fight against. “Your new role will be a pleasure giver, a brand new one. You will make as many of these cocks as you can and spread your pleasure to all the cultists of this temple, to the statues who will feel your intent and joy even in their mindless, petrified state, as well as any new recruit and reluctant worshipers.” Reaper declared, Blue felt honored and bowed.
Reaper then held his chin, emptying his skull of any thoughts once again, so Blue could focus on making more cocks, as many as he could with his abundant magic, enough for twice the cult’s numbers, before he was sent for his other duties.

Life was peaceful after that, every day Blue woke up and summoned cocks for the cult, his meeting with Reaper leaving him refreshed and empty. Then he started cleaning the statues with his tongue, the smooth stone an absolute delight as he felt every curve over his flesh. He was always designated to clean Geno, then three more statues within the temple, always different ones.
The statues needed to be cleaned daily now that their holes were plugged with all of Blue’s cocks, their pussy or ass or both sometimes filled with his cum and cleaned by him, like Geno. The statues outside were given his gift too, Blue put them in himself, every member of the cult was given one, and Blue could see the belly bulge they all wore with pride.
Blue had learned more about members of the cult, from Crop to Outer and even the heroes and champions he didn’t know about, all of them joined under the worship of the great Medusa that was Reaper, hoping they would one day be rewarded with the gift of petrification.
And every night, Blue kneeled between Reaper’s legs, worshiping his cock as he was made into a temporary statue like Geno, feeling his cult leader cum down his throat all night as all thoughts ceased and he experienced the bliss of being a statue in training. Reaper also made him cum, from all his cocks, allowing all the cultists and statues to feel his bliss through his detachable dicks.
And late in the night, once Reaper was done cumming, Blue was allowed to kneel in front of Geno’s statue and thank Reaper over and over for turning his lover into stone, for petrifying Geno and offering him a glimpse into forever, reinforcing the brainwashing every cultist was subjected to as part of worshiping Reaper.
After years of service, Reaper finally allowed Blue to become a statue holding one of the pillars of the inner chamber, by that point, Blue had helped recruit countless people into the cult, all of them joining his worship of petrification and the Medusa that was Reaper, all of them filled with his cock, their bellies bulging under his length. Even when petrified, his cocks would remain, and Blue would feel it all, cumming on Reaper’s orders, or so his leader had said.

Blue was taken to the pillar, bent over to expose his butthole, which Reaper proceeded to fuck harder than he ever had while Blue remained hunched, as if he ws holding something incredibly heavy on his back like a boulder, a pose that had made Blue cum more than once just thinking it would be how he was remembered.
Once Reaper came, he stuffed Blue’s own detached cock into his butthole, creating a belly bulge like for every statue in the temple. Even the heroes Reaper had claimed before Blue’s arrival had been woken up from stone to give them a bulge before petrifying them again, Blue was glad he could help Reaper’s cult in this way.
Reaper then held his gaze and Blue felt the blessing of stone spreading from his stable feet into his legs, then his hips, belly and arms like it had been for Geno. His mind emptied to absolute nothingness as he stared deep into Reaper’s sockets, and once it finally reached his skull, petrifying Blue blissed out expression, the statue felt himself cumming into his own butthole one last time.
And he ceased to think, simply turning into stone. He could still feel in a way, perceive the world around him, feel his cocks cumming and making the cultists’ bellies bulge, feel the tongue cleaning him every day, feel the pillar he was holding on his back with his strained, blissed out expression indicating to every subsequent hero what a great fate awaited them. Geno and him were facing, both able to admire each other’s beauty carved in stone, Reaper had kept his promise, they would be together forever.
Sometimes Reaper fucked them, caressed their cold bodies and played with their rigid curves, even using Blue’s own cocks to dirty the two statues and have the followers clean them and pray in worship to them, thanking Reaper like they had thanked the medusa before being turned into these perfect, everlasting stone monuments. Blue couldn’t wish for a better existence, he was glad to be a statue, he was glad Geno shared his fate of petrification.