Dungeon Change

 An arrogant hero finds that his newest dungeon dive may be his last. 

Succubi-side B

Ok. Here's the same pic but now from a different perspective. The previous post was from the guys' point of view, and this one is from the Succubus' experience. A couple of days ago I was brainstorming on how to come up with the story from the pic. I was debating on the view of one or the other. But why not do both? So This is what I came up with. 

Hopefully its still readable. I had to use a smaller font because once again the story was getting away from me. Now imagine if the last caption and this one were one story. It would have been quite long and I would have to move things around so it wont seem so convoluted. 

Anyways, what did you think about it. Seeing the same pic but from two different places? 

Catch you on the next one. 

Succubi-side A

Hello friends! Here's a new caption for you. I was brainstorming and trying to choose how to add a story to this pic and I came up with two ideas. I didn't want to make it too long, as the thought process kept going. I was thinking of doing a back and forth dialogue. But that would make this too big. Right now this caption has a perspective from one person. And I think I'll use the same pic again for the other person. 

I'll see if I can make it tomorrow. 

I might even make another. Just as another follow-up. The original artist that made this has a few more pics of this character. And others too, I got a few ideas hopefully down the pipeline I can use with this persons artwork. 

Here's a link to see some of them.

https://danbooru.donmai.us/posts?tags=sparrowl&z=1

Gremlin

 I awoke to a nasty spark hitting my face. Everything was coming back to me. I'm a radio operator in a B-25 bomber somewhere over the Aegean sea. We were heading back to base after a mission. The plane was a lot lighter after dropping some bombs. The co-pilot spotted enemy aircraft using the sun to hide themselves. We were attacked by two Messerschmitt fighters. Their machine guns found us an easy target. We took heavy damage. I guess I was knocked out, but now I'm conscious.

The plane is sputtering. I can feel the vibrations as one of the engines is starting to shut down. I look towards the pilot seats. One of them is dead and the other is wheezing badly; not much time for him either. There's the whistling of air flowing through bullet holes and stains of blood around the cockpit. I cant hear anyone from the rear. Am I the only one left? 

As the adrenaline in my body is calming down. I come to the realization that I'm not alright either. I got bullet holes in me too. My arm is shredded. My crotch is bleeding badly from some sort of shrapnel. My face is hot from the electric arc of my now broken radio. There's no one out there to help me. The plane is miraculously flying, but not for long. The enemy pilots must think gravity will take care of it. I painfully cough up some blood. My whole body is in shock. I resign myself to die. 

"Quite a predicament you're in, aren't cha, human?" 

A little voice out of nowhere came through. I painfully craned my head around and saw a little green man with big ears and a mischievous grin. It was pulling some wires and fiddling with a burnt knob. It was my hallucination from the other day. I've heard crazy, unbelievable stories of Gremlins before, and now as I'm dying. I seen one. 

"It's too bad this human flying machine is broken now. I would have loved to study it more. No matter the dimension, You humans sure do love killing each other. But I got to thank you, young man. You saw me the other day and didn't chase after me or shoot me, like others do. I may be a monster, but I'm a scholar too. I love tinkering with gadgets and sometimes in my excitement, stuff breaks." 

I vaguely remember the little green fella. I thought it was in my imagination. Back on base, I had won against a Frenchman soldier in poker, a couple of bottles of Absinthe. Being put on guard duty at night. I would drink happily of the green liquid. The higher ups knew I had some, but they didn't care. Everyone was on edge cause of the War. And as long as I performed my mechanic tasks, did my rounds of patrolling and kept the radios working. I could get away with a lot. 

Over the next few nights, as I chipped away at the bottle. I had seen the Gremlin diving into different tool bags. Looking at wrenches, screwdrivers awls and sockets. Figuring out how ratchets work. It was a curious, excited, little thing. I saw it take apart a carburetor and freak out when it couldn't put it back. Even fully drunk, I could put it back together with ease. I finished what the little imp started and cleaned up after it. It's not like anyone would believe me if I told them that a little green man was loose and playing tricks on the base. They'd discharge me for Battle fatigue or send me to the crazy house.

All that thinking and remembering soon caused me more pain. My head felt heavier and I winced and shivered as I lost more bodily functions. 

"You poor human. Let me take that thing off your head." The little gremlin, no bigger than my hand, climbed up my body with its little claws. It hurt me more and I yelped in pain as it used an open wound to get a footing to unlatch my leather helmet from my chin. "Sorry about that, Gov. It's too bad I met a human like you too late. You have a tinkerer's soul like me. And I would've liked to see how you take gadgets apart......"

BOOOOM! The dying, broken, propeller on the wing finally gave out and a terrible explosion rocked the plane. A dead pilot fell forward on the controls. It helped the Bomber twist to its side even more as now it was finally taking its final descent to the bottom of the sea. 

I lurched back on my seat. I was too weak and injured to even try to make it to the escape hatch let alone putting on a parachute. My hallucination jumped off me and soon hung off a dangling wire. He was hanging in a weird angle as I knew the plane was crashing. I couldn't help but painfully sob and cry as broken ribs hurt as I let my flood of emotions out. 

"Goodbye little gremlin. Thank you for keeping me company as I perish. Leave me. I hope you escape somehow. Don't forget about me....." 

"Aww shucks human, don't look at me with those sad, puppy dog eyes!" The gremlin replied. "I cant do this often, as we gremlins also have rules and hierarchy to follow. I guess I can take you away with me, young man. But you must face the consequences. And I must take you to the Goblin King too. we'll need his blessing. I like to tinker with machines. But rarely I am allowed to tinker with human flesh. If you accept these rules, then say..... YES!"

As I mustered all my fear, pain and courage to survive, The plane hit the water at great speed. But upon my dry, dying, quivering lips a meek "yes" did come out. I was a dead man anyways. So why not indulge my hallucination.....

The plane shuddered and metal gave way as the crashing plane skidded off the waters surface. The Sea burst its way into the plane. My fading eyesight and graying tunnel vision soon saw the Gremlin do a funny dance as it's hands started to glow. 

Everything went gray and black around me. I could hear the waters swirling around us, yet we weren't getting wet. The plane was assuredly sinking. Time seemed to slow down. The hissing of the waters could be heard. Plane debris was floating everywhere. A strange magical air pocket was surrounding us. 

The Gremlin soon landed back on me. But he wasn't the size of my hand anymore. He was much bigger. It seemed heavier and at least three feet tall. The Gremlin poked and prodded me. It unbuttoned my jumpsuit where it could, or it ripped and teared cloth when a zipper or button wouldn't budge. Its green hands turned bloody as it fiddled with my wounds and slapped my face just to see my reactions. It was sizing me up. 

I was so weak from my death that I couldn't resist or push away the Gremlin as it started getting more violent and having its way with me. This sort of pain felt different than dying. It's fingers felt like knives, its grip devastating. The Gremlins face smiled with glee as it felt inspired by what he could do as it methodically tinkered with my flesh.

Its hands ripped off what little bit of my manhood I had. I could only stare in silent horror as he flung what was left of my dick towards the edge of the magical bubble we were in. The water soon took it away never to be seen again. As the gremlins hands prodded the vacant area between my legs, it pushed my swollen, injured balls into me. 

My body jerked and convulsed more as the Gremlin pulled out the excess intestines leaking out of me. Its claws snipped and reduced dead tissues in my abdomen. I felt incomplete as I glanced at the piles of bloody flesh that used to be me. I felt even more broken as it sliced and whittled excess bones. Or how it broke my humerus and femur into smaller pieces just to reattach them. It would choose and flick away all the little bones in my hands that he didn't want. My arms and legs felt stumpy. 

I was now almost the Gremlins current size. My torso was still big. But with its unnatural strength, it picked me up and threw me on my stomach onto the planes floor. With my back totally exposed, the gremlin dug its claws into my spine and started removing ribs and vertebrae shrinking me even further. It threw away my collapsed lung and split my remaining lung in two. Permanently giving me weak, shallow breaths.

By now, my body became used to the strange pain. Like if the pulling of old flesh made what little was left in me keenly aware. My old body was gone. But my head felt huge and disproportionate. Like a flower too heavy for its stem. I tried to muster the energy to speak, but the Gremlin on top of me shut me up. Its bloody hands covered my mouth.

"Don't speak Gov. I'm almost done with you. If you talk, you'll dispel the magic and we'll both drown. I've been tinkering with you for hours and we're already at the bottom of the sea. Bear with me, my creation. Soon we will be in my world and you'll never have to deal with your nasty human war ever again."

The Gremlins claws dug into my throat, I let out a stifled gag as he choked me. It's squeezing of my windpipe and trachea ensured that my voice would never be the same. 

In a strange defiance of how the Gremlin had been treating me, It gently cradled my still oversized head as it flipped me over onto my back. He was again on top of me. Despite our now smaller sizes, The Gremlin felt big, imposing, and powerful as he still had complete control over me. 

"Gov, this will be the hardest part to tinker with. I hope to leave your psyche intact as much as possible. I would like that. I don't want a brainless doll. I could use a companion, an assistant. Once this is done, a brand new world will await us....."

*!CRACK!* I felt a tremendous fist hit me, breaking my nose instantly. A second hit dislocated my jaw. An otherworldly grip was putting pressure and cracking my skull. Chunks of bone flew off like flint chips escaping. My face must have caved in. The Gremlin grabbed both my ears and pulled them apart with tremendous might. My eyesight got a red hue as blood fogged up my vision. My eyes struggled to stay open, but the worst feeling was that of my brain being picked away by dangerous, slender clawed, digits. 

I desperately wanted to scream. When will this crazy dream end?  But once again like when I was dying earlier, everything went to black. 

~~~~

"Right this way Gov, we have an audience with our king" The Gremlin said. 

I was startled by his voice. The violent Gremlin that beat the hell out of me was holding my hand and guiding me in some sort of dank, dark palace. How long was I out? Where am I? What am I? I look down at myself......

My skin is blue? I have long blond hair and two gigantic ears poking out. I don't feel anything between my legs and I feel a definite jiggle on my chest under this strange armour I'm wearing. Do I have boobies? I'm trying to remember details about my past life and my memories are jumbled to say it nicely. I was human once. But now..... I think I'm a gremlin too? 

"I'm sorry to spring this on you Gov. I know you have a million questions. But there's things that must be done to ensure yours and mine's safety in this kingdom. I'm doing my best to protect you. Just follow my lead and don't do anything stupid in front of the Goblin King."

We soon make our way to a huge gate. Its being guarded by two Nasty looking orcs holding medieval battle axes. If I was human I would be terrified, but how I am now, I'm not. I'm strangely mellow. I set aside a pending identity crisis. As this new me has bigger issues to take care of. The Gremlin is still holding my dainty little hand as we make our way to a strange looking throne. I cant stop blushing.

Surrounded by more elite, monstrous guards, some nasty looking wolves and ghostly wights. An ominous black shadow solidifies into something vaguely human....

"HAIL THE GOBLIN KING!" The creatures shout in chorus. Their boisterous cheer hurt my ears. What have I gotten myself into? I think to myself. "KNEEL BEFORE THE GOBLIN KING!" The vassals commanded once again.

Gremlin pulls me down to the ground. It's a position of subservience. It hurt my shoulder as he pulled me closer to the floor. It's a pain I remembered a bit. Of what was done to me. 

"Isn't this a strange specimen!" The Goblin King spoke. I could feel threatening magic in his voice. The King gets closer to me, inspecting me. He seems to read me like a book.

I feel him undressing me with his eyes. It's creepy but I cant do a thing. " I feel a strange aura around the lass." The king grumbled. "What can she contribute to our monster kingdom?"

"She is a fine gremlin, sire!" Gremlin boasted. "I've seen to it. She's blue because I saved her with my magic when she was dying. She has pledged an oath to me and she will be a fine apprentice. Also with your approval, your blessing my Goblin King........Gov will be my bride." 

"Whaaaaaaaaaat!?"

Catgirl Hangover

 She wakes up from bed and tries to figure out what happened the night before. 

Second post! This time fellow readers I need help finding a picture. Maybe you can help and post a link to one...

I'm searching for a pic of a demon girl wearing a punk rock or rock t-shirt. I've looked through my files and a few places online, but nothings caught my eye. I would like it to be anime and cute, or maybe gothic punk Lolita. But I'm open to suggestions. It will be a great help. It's for a gender bender caption. 

Thanks. 

The Dreaming

 A kid finds out that his powers are nothing compared to other magical creatures. 

Pipsqueak Prince And The Succubus

Hi there everyone. Here's something new I just made. Spent the last hour or two making it. I needed to do some writing. Needed to vent and work out a few of my frustrations. I've had a bad week. and I need this little escape. So here's what I came up with. Thanks for reading.

Patchouli and The Pepto

I've seen pictures of the these girls before, I have plenty of their pics saved, but I have no clue or seen the games/anime based on them. But I did my best to please the anon that requested this on 4chan. Let's hope he/she likes it.

Human Specimen

The anon didn't really say what to put in the caption, so I made this stuff up. I hope he/she likes it over on 4chan.

A human is being prepared for long range travel by her alien captors.

Angel Trap

Two thieves are caught in a trap. But there is something more in store for them.

Spider Mom

Another 4chan request. The anon didn't say what he/she wanted. So I came up with this.

Snake Mating Season

Another one fresh off of 4chan. A monster snake girl has a man in her sights

The Sorcerer's Daughter

A little girl gets new toys from her mom. She knows what they are and where they come from.

Allure Une

I've heard rumors from the local folk that there was this haunted forest nearby that contained a special flowery nectar. Many adventurers have had mixed luck in obtaining the golden nectar, so why cant I? A little investigation and spying goes a long way. Being a somewhat famous thief and the fact that the nectar was worth in some circles, it's weight in gold pieces. I had to get my hands on it.  Haunted forest or not, I packed my things and went in there by myself.

Bad idea. It should have been a two or three man job, with at least with one magician. I should have prepared. But I was greedy and I didn't want to share. After a day or two of tracking and wandering I was sure I was getting closer to my prize. I started to see some fairies. These guys were the key to finding that nectar. I redoubled my efforts. The path to the purple flowers was getting closer, and the perils harder. I faced off against fierce animals and other magical things. This haunted forest sure has it's tricks. It was getting harder to traverse the forest. The shrubs around me were sharp and my clothes were getting shredded by them. All the while, those fairies were getting more and more aggressive. They would flutter around me trying to distract me. Some would start throwing things. I would flick them away. But they were getting more organized. They started hitting me with their fairy dust. It had a heavy pollen-like smell. I sneezed a couple of times and my eyes got watery. But I kept on. My goal was just ahead of me. I wasn't going to let them stop me. But those fairies were smart. They had a plan all along...

I had those purple flowers in my sight, there was actually a lot of them in a flower bed. But whatever was in that fairy dust started slowing me down. My body was getting stiff. I lost my satchel. I dropped my dagger. I struggled with each step, my body wouldn't respond. I was so close, yet so far. I was now a human statue in the seemingly soft soil. My prize within arms reach. But unable to do anything. I gave up. I was at the mercy of the haunted forest. Even though I couldn't move, I at least could see around me... I could see them darting around. A few were landing on me. Some got close to me. I saw them fluttering by and mocking me, still throwing that pollen on me. It wasn't good. The little green fairies were up to something. I glanced over at the purple flowers. They were swarming all over them. They were shaking the flowers and collecting something. The fairies were coming towards me with some cupped leaves. In those leaves was the famed nectar I was looking for.

Soon I was surrounded by the whole lot of them. The fairies were swarming around me, I was a helpless captive. The nectar they threw on me was warm and sticky. The gummy substance started seeping into my skin. There was a few of them holding some sharp thorns. They were tearing off what was left of my clothes. I was left naked. With time and patience, the fairies also tore my shoes off of me. They would then poke and cut me, and they were making sure the nectar went into my wounds. My legs were bleeding from all the little cuts on me. In the meanwhile, other fairies were rubbing the nectar all over my body with their little hands. Some of the fairies were pulling open my mouth while others started pouring nectar down my throat. A couple of them even landed on my dick and pulled my foreskin back and they would rub more nectar on my cockhead. It burned at first but then felt good. Anywhere there was a hole in me, they found a way to get that nectar in there.

Soon it became routine. I don't know how many days passed by. I felt myself waste away little by little. But I never really felt hungry. Being stuck there, all I could do is stand there under the warm sun, the fairies would come and go as they please. While getting more nectar from the flowers and coating me with it. I don't know when, but I realized that I did gain a little bit of mobility back. A twitch here and a throb there. But I was still stuck in place. I could feel other parts of my body now. But it felt wrong. I was small and androgynous.  My toes somehow seemed really long, I could feel the ground? I excitedly shifted my torso and bent as close as I could to see my legs. The fairies were fluttering out of my way... I looked down on my body in horror. My dick was almost gone! I had a little drippy nub. I tried searching for my balls, but they were missing as well. All that was left was a green, shriveled little sack. I pulled on it, and it flopped back into place. I felt nothing. I grunted in anger. I glanced farther down to see what other changes there were... I was shocked by what happened. My legs were fat and swollen. Somehow they were fused almost to my knees! At the base of what was left of my legs, it was itchy and rough. I could see some green and purple colors just below my cracking, peeling skin. I tried wiggling my toes again, only to sense them in the soft soil. I had a bad feeling. I'm breathing heavily. I don't think I'm human anymore. I shed a sad tear out only to have a fairy lick it as it rolled down my cheek. I close my eyes and go to sleep in fear.

I woke up some days later. The fairies have finally stopped slathering me with the nectar. I inspect other parts of my body. My face is smaller and smoother. I began seeing patches of light green all over my body. I feel like I have longer hair on my head and thinner eyebrows. I saw no body hair anywhere else on me.. As my slender, green tipped fingers go through my hair. I feel a lump right above my ear. It feels funny, a little squishy. I poke it a little and it hurts. I'm scared. I sigh and try not to think about it too much. With nothing else to do, it's time to inspect the other changes in me. I move my hands toward my butt. It definitely feels very soft and cushy. I feel my smooth stomach and some soft, girly curves on my body. One thing that started to scare me was a strange jiggle as I moved around. My hands go towards my chest... They're small but they're definitely breasts. It looks so wrong on me. I could see green veins on my breasts under my pale skin. I've had enough! I have to fight this! I am a man....I am angry at the soft flesh on my chest; and thinking I could just tear them off, I give my nipples a good pull. A shocking, pleasurable pain goes all throughout my body! From the bump on my head to what's left of my legs. It jolts my body. My mouth opens, and I let out a sharp piercing sound! No human can make that noise. To make matters worse, My chest started to leak. I could see some yellow fluid dribble out of my nipples. It attracts the fairies to me, but I try to swat them away. My whole body begins to shudder and I feel very tired all of a sudden. I find a way to curl into myself. I could feel my breasts rubbing up onto what's left of my knees. Yellow dribble keeps coming out of me. It coats my stumpy legs. I cover my face with my hands. I close my eyes and sleep.

I wasn't sure how long I slept, but when my drowsy eyes finally opened. There was soft red hairs covering my face. I shifted my head a little and my hair fell to the side. I didn't see any sunlight. I saw a purple dome surrounding me. As the rest of me was waking up, I hear some strange rustling all over. I realized that in the time I was sleeping, my body went through some further changes. I could tell that my body was completely green now. My roots were deep in the soil and I could feel my neighbors, the trees. I could sense the purple flower garden calling for me. It's almost like they're happily singing my arrival. That purple dome is an extension of me. I'm in a pod. I decide to open myself. As I start moving my arms and shifting my hips, my purple dome starts to unravel. There's a satisfying slurping sound as my petals shift and come apart. I stand up. I look around and see there's still a few fairies nearby. My eyes are now open to new things all around me. I sense things that no human could. As I try to figure out my new role in life, There's a sharp pain on my head. Right where that bump was. It certainly wasn't a bump anymore, it was a bud. I felt a little tearing on my scalp. It hurt. Something was trying to come out of me. I forget about everything around me as well as my new complete body. I know I have to bloom. It will make the pain go away. So I take a deep breath, and push. I ran my fingers through my hair to try to clear some space for the bud to open. Finally after some exhausting pushes, the bud on my scalp bursts open. Purple petals open up out of my head. It's my flower! A fragrant smell wafts through the clearing in the forest. I am proud. A feeling of peace surrounds me. Somehow this feels right. I am now a beautiful plant. This is meant to be. I lean back and fall on my huge leaves and petals. I decide to take a nap.

Eventually, the warm sunlight wakes me up. It feels so good! I look up into the sky and I stretch my arms out above me. When I look down, I finally get to see my fully formed woman's body. If I were still human, it would have freaked me out. But I smile. I see beautiful curves and I see some magnificent breasts on me. They are huge, soft and green. I playfully start grabbing them. They feel so good and sensitive. I cant believe I wanted to tear them off! As I was playing with my nipples, I feel a throb in my belly. I immediately look down on my crotch. I have a pussy. A fully formed green pussy. It was itching for attention. My hands went down to play with my hungry pussy. Each thrust my fingers did in there would send a furious rush all over my body. My breasts were in pain as well. It's like they were jealous and wanted more attention. While my body was awash in pleasure, I was trying to figure out how to please all my erogenous zones. I didn't want to stop touching my pussy. I only had two hands. I was getting angry. Suddenly, there was something moving down by what would have been my legs. It started with a little push, and then some popping. I winced in pain for a second. Vines were coming out of me! They started to slither up to me. I could control them. Naturally, I willed those vines to move onto my breasts. While I was furiously slicking away at my pussy, my vines were massaging my heavy breasts. Also for fun I sent a vine down into my ass. It hurt when it pushed into me, but I found a way in. I was pleasuring myself. My body was in a sexual rhythm and I dared not stop. Each push, tug and pull seemed to make my body more heavy. My breasts were filling up with something. My pussy was leaking. My hands went to my breasts and my tentacly vines gave them a good squeeze. My own golden nectar was oozing out of my engorged nipples! My other hand dug into my pussy, and it pulled out even more nectar as well. I screamed in orgasmal excitement. The fairies once again swarmed me. They would carefully collect the fluids coming out of me. Their little hands scooping up my nectar. Like bees they would taste it and take it away to some place. I was in bliss and I didn't care. I now lived my existence masturbating and feeling good. In the meanwhile, the fairies would harvest and protect me.

As the years pass by. The forest gets bigger and I sense more of my sisters. They were human once. The fairies have been busy. I learned to read the fairies movements and their customs. While they're fiercely protective of their crops (me), they occasionally let a few humans into my clearing. The fairies do let me have a little fun. I enjoy the company of man every now and then. The adventurers think they are smart. I hide inside my pod and when I emerge, I act all innocent around them. I spray them with my pollen. It's like an aphrodisiac to them . Like all men, their curiosity and horniness gets the best of them. I let them play with my body. They think they have control. They enjoy it when their dicks go into my sticky pussy. But my pollen eventually slows them down. I have too much fun ensnaring them and playing with them before they perish. I take pity on a few of them. I steal their seed and let them go. A few of them manage to escape back to human lands, but others become dazed and lost. They get captured by the fairies. They soon become my new sisters.

Decades pass by and I have grown into a magnificent queen. I gained the ability to escape from my roots. I can move where my heart desires. I learned the fairies language and they are loyal to me. I have absorbed powerful magics from the forest. It was calling for a leader, and it molded me into one. I visit and explore where all of my sisters are. I now rule over all creatures in the forest. Any man that ventures into my queendom is mine to play with. By taking a man's seed I learned to birth my own children from my womb. Not to mention the ones that are grown by the earth. Each one is a powerful warrior. The humans complain and attack my dominion; but they know better than to go to war with the forest. But we must prepare, for the humans are smart and crafty. They are capable of everything. I should know. I was one of them so many years ago.