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Rebirth

Idiots claim that bisexual people have twice as many opportunities, but I'm not stupid enough to believe it. The reality is that I just drool over twice as many people. Either way, none of them end up in my bed. I'm an artist and a gamer girl, but I'm not one of the cute ones. I'm old, ugly, and fat. It makes me uncomfortable when a cute girl coming in at 150lb calls herself fat. They don't know what being fat is really like. I passed obese more than fifty pounds ago. Forget stairs, I get tired walking down the hall.

Once I was bitter about it, but not anymore. My sex life is entirely solo, but I have a very active fantasy life. While I don't love my body, I'm still paid to do what I love. Erotic drawings are my favorite commissions. I love it when someone pays me to draw out their kinky fantasies. I don't kinkshame, but sometimes they do surprise even me.

I have few friends, and most of them are from video games. Being antisocial isn't a problem when you're good enough to reach diamond tier. It's the only time I feel wanted, even if some idiots seem to believe I'm a man using a voice modulator. I guess they can't accept being beaten by a woman, so they believe I must be a man in disguise. Talk about insecure.

My mind is filled with strange dreams of my life when I suddenly feel trapped in the warm damp darkness that was my comfortable home just moments ago. I weakly struggle, trying to escape. My limbs feel strange, as though I don't know how to control them. Smothering liquid covers me, and I hardly have room to move. I fight for freedom, straining clumsily against my bonds. I bash my head against the hard surface trapping me and feel the slightest give. I headbutt the weak spot with all my strength and it suddenly cracks with a snap. I push at the crack, trying to widen it when enormous hands, bigger than my head, tear me free and lift me up. I eagerly gasp in the fresh air for several seconds before looking around.

I'm in a giant room. A humongous bed fills the center of the room. Both the headboard and footboard are carved out of marble and covered with elegant designs. Looking back I see a strange table. It had an indention on the top holding the remains of an egg that was almost as large as me. Did I come from inside the egg?

The hands holding me belong to a handsome... man. He isn't human. Large black horns, spiraling like a rams and pointed ears frame a human looking face. His blue eyes are slitted like a cats. A reptiles tail slowly flickers back and forth behind him. Fine blue scales cover what I can see of his skin. A beautiful woman leans against him. Her small horns are straight and elegant. Her tail is both thinner and longer than his. Her scales are golden, not simply a gold color, but a metallic golden hue that seems to be the real thing. As I watch she spreads a beautiful wing and wraps it around him. Her silken blue robe, and his golden pants match each others scales so perfectly that it can't be an accident. They make the most beautiful couple I've ever seen. Her figure as perfectly feminine as his is masculine.

They talk excitedly in a language I've never heard. They give off a scent that feels like a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Happy smiles expose sharp teeth that can only belong to a predator. It's too much, and I begin to cry. She opens her robe and exposes a breast as he passes me to her. As she holds me close the scent of her milk fills the air and sudden overwhelming hunger overrides my panic and I instinctively begin to suckle.

What's going on? How did I get here? It wasn't nursing some human lizard hybrid that makes me believe the impossible. That they are my parents. It was the expression on his face when I started crying. I remember the same expression of perfect panic and awe on my little brothers face the first time he held his newborn son.

My childhood passes in a happy blurr. Memories of my old life fade as I live my new one. I am a dragon. Our greater form requires power to maintain, so we spend most of our time in humanoid form. There are no dragon cities. We are solitary creatures, and only live with our mates and our children. As we age our greater form grows in size and power until we claim a couple hundred square miles as our own.

Dragons form strict clans based on their color. Each of the five so called "pure" colors has mastery of a different element and domain of power. My scales are white as pure snow, so I'll control air and force. Blue dragons like father control water and illusion. Green for earth and nature, red for fire and corruption, black for void and shadow.

Occasionally a dragon is born with a unique color. These dragons have access to multiple elements and domains, but are ostracized. Without the protection of a clan they have no voice in the conclave. When mother was born she was the first uniquely colored dragon in living memory. Her golden hue gave her control of earth, fire, force, and nature.

Father doesn't like politics. I wonder if he married mother because he wanted to be thrown out of the clan? As my first century comes to an end, and my coming of age ceremony approaches, both of them are forced by custom to introduce me to the white clan.

We travel north until we reach the crystal palace owned by the leader of the white clan. Whispers follow us through the halls, but I don't really understand why until we reach the council chamber. Five white dragons tower over me in their greater form, their flat white scales shine brightly in the sun, but I make them look drab. Even in human form my white scales have a beautiful metallic finish that catches the sun and shimmers with all the colors of the rainbow. The scent of outraged pride crackles in the air. A few also give off an undercurrent of shame, but that doesn't stop them from exiling me for my mothers "tainted" blood.

Coming of Age

On the morning of my coming of age ceremony I wake up with memories of my past life. I look at the world with new eyes, and it feels like I'm starting over. I remember every moment of both lives. My new world has magic, levels, classes, skills, and ability scores. It's a world where dungeons are places that adventures explore for treasure, not prisons found in a medieval castle. I know with a certainty that terrifies me that it's all real, even if I'm a dragon and it feels like a game.

I fly down to the river and soak in the fresh water flowing down from the mountain. I should be freezing, but I guess that makes sense. In tabletop games, and most stories white dragons are immune to cold. Even with my eyes closed I know a small herd of deer is timidly approaching the river. I can smell their scent, and hear the quiet rustle of their tentative steps. My human senses were so dull compared to what I have now. I leave them in peace, and enjoy a long soak. Once my head clears I head to my room for fresh clothing. I stumble when I see myself in the mirror. My newly recovered human perspective can't help stopping to stare.

Snow white hair cascades down my shoulders. It looks just as pure and white as the rest of me. Pointed ears and short spiraling horns perfectly accent the most beautiful face I've ever seen. My silver eyes are slitted like a cat, or more accurately, slitted like a crocodiles. Tiny scales cover my hairless body. I didn't think about it before. I've been bruised, but I've never had even a small scrape or cut since being reborn into this body. These scales truly are armor. My feet are closer to a reptile than a human, and have prehensile toes ending in talons. They make climbing easy, but I'll miss shoes. My hands look human, except my fingers end in silver talons instead of soft fingertips. These would have made masturbating dangerous when I was human. A smile curls my lips as I remember just how nice my sensitive prehensile tail can feel. I have better alternatives now. I cup my breasts with a smile. Big enough to attract the eyes without constantly being in the way. No back pain. I wonder if the tail counterbalances my breasts so that my back is under less strain? I turn around so that I can take a look at my butt and tail. Wow. I'm literally the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. My hands drift down between my legs. Everything is hidden behind a slit, just like every other reptile, but memories assure me that it's all there.

A fresh trickle of my parents comforting scent drifts into my room. They are waiting for me. Even the memories whirling through my head can't prevent an excited smile from spreading across my face. I quickly dress and head into the main cavern to meet them.

My parents don't enjoy social games or pompous ceremony, so use the short version of the ceremony.

My parents wait for me in their greater forms.

Speaking simultaneously they both say, "A century ago we welcomed a precious child into our heart and lair. Is she ready to set aside her childhood and find her own place in the world?"

"I am ready to put aside my childhood."

Still speaking simultaneously they say, "Then you are no longer welcome in our lair. Gather your possessions and meet us outside."

Just a few short sentences brings my childhood to an end. The clothes on my back, a map, a few coins, and my backpack are all I can take with me. I gather my gear and head outside. I'm glad they used the "Gather your possessions and meet us outside" alternative instead of "Gather your possessions and leave." It implies that they have a final gift for me.

Mother and Father meet me in their humanoid form. Father says "We have one final gift to help you explore this world." Mother hands me a scroll, and says. "This will grant the skill [Appraise]. Using it will grant information about your target. The information returned will become more detailed as you grow in power. It also prevents the [Appraise] skill from being used on you."

I thank them for the final gift.

While I've never seen a skill scroll before, I know how they work. I quickly unroll the scroll and magical runes flow into my mind as raw concepts without using languages or words. The strange twisting power fills my consciousness, and the world is pushed away. When I come back to myself I'm laying on the floor just inside my parents home, and my head aches like the worst hangover I've ever had.

I force myself to my feet. I'm not supposed to be here. I'm an adult now, and this is their lair, not mine. The human part of me doesn't mind, but it feels wrong to my dragon side. I stumble my way outside, and relax when I find both of them are waiting for me. Something about them being outside turns the situation around to my instincts. Instead of me invading their lair, they abandoned the lair, and an abandoned lair is free for anyone to claim. Once I leave they will reclaim it, and our relationship will remain in balance.

"Next time I suggest you wait until laying down and ready to sleep before reading a skill scroll. The skill doesn't activate until you have a full night of sleep anyway." says father.

"Knowing about something is far from experiencing it for yourself." Says mother.

The crinkling scent of amusement coming from them makes me feel like a child, but I take a deep breath and bury the feeling. It's time for me to live my own life. I head towards the nearest city. At least I hope it's the nearest city. My only map is hundreds of years old, and I don't even know if it was accurate when it was new.

On the Road

What a crazy world. As strange is it sounds, I plan to register as an adventurer and level up in dungeons. Mothers library didn't have much information about adventuring. All of her books are at least a few centuries old, and I'm sure much as changed since then. Like a video game, killing monsters and humanoids gives experience, but only if they are at least half your level.

Finding out something's level takes a rare and expensive magic item. Most people are forced to rely on the adventurers guild records to discover what level dungeons and monsters are. They are only able to find out their own level by registering at the adventurers guild. They gave me a priceless gift. The [Appraise] skill is extremely rare, and they could have sold it for a fortune. Once I register at the guild I'll choose my class. As I level up I'll gain access to both class and racial powers. I'll have control over the element of air when I reach level 5, and gain access to the force domain when I reach level 10.

I take out my bow and keep watch for game. Scenting a rabbit warren I quietly approach from downwind and kill two before the rest get away. When the sun approaches the horizon I set up camp, then clean and cook both rabbits. One makes an excellent dinner and the other will be both breakfast and lunch tomorrow. I'd never consider eating meat that's been sitting out so long back on earth, but my predators stomach is just fine.

I put out the fire and fall asleep, depending on my cold resistance to keep me comfortable in the frosty air.

When I wake up I can sense the new skill. I trigger [Appraise] with a thought, and information about the general area flows into my mind.

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Great Forest of Kajnan

Monster Chance: Very Low

Monster Level: 1 to 3

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I can almost see a status window in front of me. Talk about living in a game world. At least this will make some things easier. I target myself and trigger [Appraise] again.

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Name: Ciarra

Race: Dragon (Frost), Female

Class: none

Level: 1

Experience: 0

Health: 50

Mana: 100

Strength: 10

Speed: 15

Toughness: 20

Intelligence: 10

Damage Resistance:

Natural Armor: 30

Cold: 100%

Slashing: 50%

Active Skills:

[Appraise]

Passive Skills:

[Empathic Scenting], [Empathic Sensuality]

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I have passive skills! Is [Empathic Scenting] why I can smell emotions? I thought it was just part of being a dragon, but it's listed as a separate skill, and things I know come from being a dragon like my "Greater" form are not listed. Have I been assuming to much? [Empathic Sensuality] sounds really fun! I can't wait to find out what how it works.

Mother's books didn't have much information on adventurers, but I remember reading that ten is an excellent ability score, although high level adventurers can pass 100. I hate being overpowered in a game, but in real life? I'll take every advantage I can get.

Wait! FROST dragon? Is that the same thing as a white dragon? None of Mother's books mentioned frost. I hope that's not just how white dragons show up when appraised. I'm already banished, so I may as well have the perks of being a unique color.

As I walk through the woods, I use [Appraise] on every new plant and animal I see. I reach a road that stretches from east to west. I have no idea how accurate my map is, and I only have a rough idea where I am, so one direction is as good as the other. At least until I can get directions. I head west. I can't wait to finally meet someone new.

After spending most of the day walking down the road, I begin to worry. I expected to meet someone by now. The road looks well traveled. Even my inexperienced tracking ability picks up several different horse tracks. None of them are recent, and I don't scent anything fresh. Did something happen to the road? A washed out bridge would explain it. It could also be something as simple as a holiday, or perhaps people don't travel during the weekend? Is it the weekend? It might not be bad news. I spin around when I smell a thread of anticipation on the air. It reminds me of a hunter watching prey.

Several people are behind me, all of them have weapons. Two beastkin and two humans. They looked surprised for a moment, then one says, "Well, well, well. What do we have here? I'm glad we stayed for one more take. A beauty like you will be worth a fortune, even if you are just a lizardkin."

I quickly [Appraise] them, starting with the talkative one that is probably their leader.

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Race: Human, Male

Class: Warrior

Level: 3

Health: 18

Race: Human, Female

Class: Rogue

Level: 2

Health: 8

Race: Wolfkin, Male

Class: Rogue

Level: 3

Health: 12

Race: Foxkin, Female

Class: Rogue

Level: 1

Health: 6

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Surrendering to someone that is talking about selling me isn't an option. Do I fight or run? I have more health than all of them combined. I can probably take them as long as I don't let them surround me. I'll run if I can't take the first one out quickly.

I decide to target the level 3 rogue first. Assuming thieves have some form of sneak attack, he is probably the biggest threat. To bad I don't have my bow out. Lets see what these talons are worth. I feint towards the leader, then lunge to the left and slash the thieves throat. He crumples to the ground, blood flowing from the deep gash. Well, that was fast. I duck under the leaders swing, jumping past him and slash the level 2 warriors throat next. I spin around, expecting to find their leader rushing me, but he is still facing the wrong way. I'm far faster than they are. This is like taking candy from a baby. They don't have a chance against me. His armor is heavier than theirs, and his throat is protected, so I grab his helmet and twist. The brittle crunch of bone vibrates up my arms and I let him fall to the floor.

Just one more. A level 1 rogue. I turn back to her, but she isn't there. Note to self, rogues have sneak. I don't see her, but her scent is moving towards the trees off to the left. I run past her, being careful to avoid the area her scent is coming from. I take out my bow and grin.

"I've never hunted by scent and sound, but I enjoy challenges." I draw my bow, close my eyes, and breathe in deeply through my nose. Quiet rusling and the heady scent of increasing fear guide my aim as I adjust and prepare to release.

"Mercy! Please, I surrender!" I open my eyes and find that my aim was true. She is standing in plain sight, no longer trying to conceal her location, hands held above her head, eyes wide with fear, smelling of defeat.

"Hold still." I say, then slowly walk around her. An anthropomorphic fox. Fur covers her body, from the top of her large fox ears, to the tip of her bushy tail. Her short snout ends with a black nose that is far closer to a dogs than a humans, but she is still beautiful in her own way.

"Why should I spare your life? What can you offer me that is worth more than the experience I'll get for killing you?"

"I'll take you to our camp, and disable the trap on our chest."

I let the silence hang in the air as I continue to circle, spiraling closer and closer to her trembling body with each pass. Her ears swivel as she tracks my footsteps. The heady scent of fear grows stronger as the silence deepens. I stop directly behind her back, invading her personal space, less than an inch away. She gasps when I reach around and run a talon across her neck and pull her body tight against mine. I nuzzle her neck, breathing her scent in deeply, and I caress her bare throat.

"That's not enough. I can find your camp easily enough by following their scent, and a known trap is easy to avoid."

"Please..." She begins to speak, but this time I tighten down on her throat, choking off her pleading words. I already know the price I'll charge for her life. Her scent is intoxicating. Fear peaks, and then turns into despair. I wait a full minute, counting out the seconds one by one before offering a sliver of hope.

"One day of complete submission. If you do a good job, then I'll set you free in the morning." I keep my hand locked around her throat. I don't want her to answer yet. First I want her to know what's involved. My tail slowly slides up her leg. Her scent suddenly spikes with outrage and anger as she suspects what I'm about to do. I close my eyes and reach between her legs with my sensitive tail and gently pull her panties down her suddenly struggling body. She really doesn't want to play. I slide the end of my tail against her slit as I consider different alternatives. Slow and gentle or hard and brutal? I feel a cruel smile curl my lips. I'll demonstrate hard, then make her decide. I wrap my tail around one of her thighs, making sure that I have plenty of leftover length. Then I clench around her thigh and use the leverage to brutally thrust my tail deep into her pussy forcing a delightfully ragged sob through my grip on her throat.

"Decision time. Submit or die." I relax my grip on her throat.

"I don't want to die." she sobs.

"Then strip." The words sound cold even to my ears. I keep my tail buried deep in her pussy while she fumbles at her clothing, drinking in her helpless rage and fear.

As I watch her hesitant movements, It suddenly hits me. I'm raping someone. That's never acceptable. For any reason. Even if they were trying to enslave me. You capture or kill bad guys. You don't torture or rape them. That's... evil. Even as I think these thoughts, I know that I'm not going to stop. Compassion. Empathy. That's what I'm missing. She pulls her dress over her head and drops it onto the ground, obviously avoiding eye contact. I twist the end of my tail and she gasps, flushing as the air fills with the scent of her humiliation.

I don't feel either one. My old self would have been overwhelmed by empathy and driven by compassion to help her. They are the core difference between good and evil. Goals and methods can't be trusted. People can be misguided or misunderstood. Good uses compassion as a guide and empathy as a watchdog. True evil doesn't feel either. I guess that makes me a psychopath. I don't feel anything for the three I killed. I knew after the first one that they were helpless. I could have let them surrender, but I didn't even consider it. They were free experience.

After the last piece of clothing falls to the ground I take her chin and my hands and turn her face to me. Her eyes dart around like an animal in a trap, never meeting mine, never holding still, never looking anywhere that might catch a glimpse of my tail flexing in her pussy.

"Meet my eyes if you want me to be gentle, look away if you want it rough." She hesitates, then looks into my eyes. I gently slide my tail around. A dick can't even come close to my prehensile tail. I'm not limited to simple in-and-out movements. It's far more dexterous than any finger, and I can flex to make small changes to thickness and texture, or roll it back on itself for truly massive girth. I can bend it in any direction, and I'm even "ribbed for her pleasure." She fights it, but after a few minutes the scent of her arousal begins to fill the air. I slide my hands up her stomach and cup her breasts. I begin gently teasing her nipples in time with the pleasure filling her pussy. I cuddle into her, compelled by instincts I don't really understand, and grip her neck in my jaws. I bite down with just enough to break the skin. A sudden orgasm takes away her control, and she convulses amidst whining yips of pleasure.

I leave her laying on the ground and loot the bodies. After I finish, I find her pulling her dress back on. "I don't recall giving you permission to cover yourself." I snarl, threat clear in my voice. She freezes, then quickly pulls the dress back off.

"Take me to your camp. Leave the clothes here. You can dress after I leave." Her outraged scent brings a smirk to my lips, but she doesn't contest my command.

She leads me to their camp, and I search it. I only find one other thing worth taking. A large hammock with netting to keep the bugs out. It's perfect for traveling in the woods. Climbing trees is trivial for me, and sleeping in a hammock thirty feet above the ground is as safe as a camp can be. I have her disarm the trap on their chest and loot a measly a dozen silver pieces and fifty copper.

I turn to the foxkin and meet her eyes for a long moment, then slowly and deliberately run my eyes over every inch of her body. The scent of her outrage flares, but she doesn't try to cover herself up.

"Last time I gave you an orgasm. This time you're going to give me one." Her eyes flash with an emotion that I can't quite place, then the wonderful scent of her humiliation fills my nostrils.

"Have you ever pleasured a woman?" I say, and she shakes her head in denial. "Then It's time you learned. Have you pleasured yourself?" She nods, the scent of her humiliation flaring in the air. "Start by pleasuring me like you pleasure yourself, then add in your tongue. Just remember that different people have different preferences. Pay attention to my reactions. Learn to please me." She bumbles around for several minutes before I push her away in frustration. I can smell an undercurrent of smugness in her scent. The little bitch is trying to fail. It's time to remind her just who she is dealing with.

"Little foxkin, I think you've forgotten who I am." I say, making sure to keep my tone sweet and sugary. "I only promised freedom if you did a good job. I will kill you unless you satisfy me." The smug scent drains away, and the scent of desperation and fear fill the air. Good. She believed me. My human side is shocked, but accepting. Good. I've started accepting that this is who I am now. I lean back and gesture at my body. Her touch is still clumsy, but she pays attention, and her technique quickly improves. I'm not that sweet woman anymore. My pleasure builds and I roughly grip one of her ears in my hand. Instinct tells me that she hasn't allowed anyone to touch them since childhood. I wasn't her first lover, but they were all flings. Only a loved spouse is allowed that intimacy. She tries to jerk away, and I snap my tail around her throat. Even with the fresh reminder, I can still smell her silent debate as outrage and anger dance in the air with fear and humiliation. After a long moment of hesitation she gets back to work. I use my grip on her ear to control the pace. Humiliation spikes every time I use it to control her. It doesn't take long to force her to give me the first of several orgasms. I've had better, at least in my human days, but it's still fun. The sun is low in the sky before I let her come up for air.

What a perfect way to enjoy the afterglow. Swinging gently in bed while I watch a beautiful nude woman fix dinner, knowing that I'll fuck her when we finish eating. After dinner I order her to hold still while I tie her hands behind her back. Then I drop her onto the hammock and climb on top. Yes, this is safe enough. I'll fuck her until I fall asleep, and the worse she can do is biting. My scales will protect me from that. Neither of us have knives in range, and her claws can't reach anything lethal. I don't even know if they can break my skin.

A complex weave of scents fills the air. The strongest scents are fear, anger, and humiliation, but I can't miss the undercurrent of her arousal. Part of her is looking forward to this.

"I can smell your desire. Do you want me to take my time and give you another mind blowing orgasm? Just say the word and I'll do it." I deliberately give her a long moment to reply. I want her to know that she could have said yes. She glares at me defiantly, but the brave facade doesn't prevent an overwhelming scent of humiliation from overpowering everything else. She knows that I can smell her arousal.

I take her throat in my jaws and carefully squeeze just hard enough to stop her from talking. Both my hands are free to explore every inch of her body. It's time to play rough. Then I slam my tail deep into her pussy. This time I don't stop when the tip reaches the end of her. I loop it back on itself and force more into her. Her wordless screams and the scent of her destrate agony are a perfect aphrodisiac. I don't stop until several feet come back out and slide blissfully into my pussy. I roughly slap and play with her breasts with one hand while the other plays with her ears. Sometimes I stroke gently, other times I twist painfully. She bucks against me with each brutal thrust, her movements rocking up my tail and into my pussy. I cum almost immediately, but I don't slow down. I alternate my hands between her breasts and ears so that she never knows where I'll touch her next. Sometimes it's a gentle stroke, other times it's rough and painful. Her scent drives me on through orgasm after orgasm. I don't stop until her eyes lose focus, and she seems to fall into herself. A burst of blissful energy burns through me, overwhelming my senses, and I collapse into consciousness on top of her.

My Goddess

The world shifts and I fall. Flashes of reality pass in the blink of an eye, changing faster and faster until I slam into an obsidian floor that extends into infinity. An old woman stares at me with an amused smile. When I meet her solid black eyes I can feel invisible chains reaching out to bind me, and quickly look away.

Mocking laughter echoes impossibly in the eternity around me. The complete absence of any emotional scents scares me just as badly as meeting her gaze did. I can only scent my own fear and the dry scent of clean dragon. She has no scent at all.

"I am Kolra, goddess of domination and control." She speaks rapidly, as though she is impatient, and words just slow her down.

She goes on to explain that each god chose a champion and reincarnated them into this world. The first champion to finish the world labrinth, or to kill all other champions wins the great game. The winning champion will become this worlds god. She cheerfully tells me that any champion of hers that loses will spend an eternity in agony. Then she says that I'm her champion, and refusing the position is the fastest way to fail.

"Normally, this is where our conversation would end, and you wouldn't hear from me again until the game ended. There are many rules to the game, and we are all bound by them. We are only allowed to influence this world through our champions and our high priest or priestess. We choose our champions based entirely on how much power their souls carry, but that's only part of why I choose you."

"You're a gamer who is intensely fascinated by everything sexual, with a particular fascination for power games. Your strong sense of empathy and compassion would have made you useless for my purposes, so I gave you the cold hearted perfection of a frost dragon. They don't feel either emotion. We give our champions one or two bonus skills, and I gave you two that perfectly compliment each other."

"[Empathic Sensuality] gives you a link with anyone you feel any sexual desire for. It gives you insight into their desires and mental state. You can also share sense and emotions with them. That's how you knew about biting your little foxkin's neck, and how she feels about her ears being touched. Even without conscious control over the skill you used it to force her to feel all of your pleasure last night. With practice you can choose for your partners to feel anything or everything any of you experience. Imagine how quickly her skills will increase when she feels every stroke of her tongue against your pussy as though it was her own body."

"[Empathic Scenting] is a powerful ability in any social situation. You can navigate through social minefields and diplomatic situations with ease. It also protects you from most forms of betrayal."

"Combined they give you nearly complete insight into your partner's soul. That's how you performed The Rite of Domination perfectly. The other gods are already screaming in outrage, but they are as bound by the rules as I am, and I'm just following the rules. It's.."

"What is The Rite of Domination?" I finally blurt out a question, I don't want to interrupt the scary woman, but I need information.

"As I said, I'm the Goddess of Domination and Control. It's the highest ritual of worship that can be offered to me. Like most of my rituals, it's deceptively difficult to complete. Simply dominate someone so completely that they give you control over their soul. Just remember that halfway measures don't count. Any fool can force someone to give up their mind, body, or life by applying crude force. That doesn't complete The Ritual of Domination. Last night your foxkin looked at you and saw a goddess. Her goddess. She knew to the depths of her soul that you owned her completely. When she accepted it as truth, you became the owner of her soul."

"Remember that rush of energy at the end of the night? When she gave you her soul, half of the power flowed into me because your my high priestess, and the other half flowed into you. You can use it to change her. You can leave her with full free will, or strip her down to a mindless sex toy. You can tell her to leave, or make her spend the rest of her life crawling after you on her hands and knees. Whatever you choose, she will worship you until the day she dies."

"Wait! I'm not your high priestess!"

"Completing the Ritual of Domination is how someone becomes my high priestess. You completed it. Therefore, you are my high priestess."

I start to protest, but she interrupts me.

"Stop complaining and think about it for a moment. You are in a desperate fight against the other champions, and the stakes couldn't be any higher. The winner becomes a literal god, and losing leaves you in eternal agony. You should scrounge up every dredge of power you can. Being a high priestess is a power multiplier. Only an idiot would throw away this advantage. You need to become an adventurer and level up. You already know how highly adventurers prize priests and priestesses. There has never been a high priestess adventurer. Instead of looking for a group that will let you join them, they will fight for a chance to join you."

"Now, set all of that aside. Pretend you're not a champion. Now imagine that the Goddess of Domination and Control offers to let you become her high priestess. You gain all the powers of a normal priestess, plus many additional spells and abilities. Did I mention that my domains are Domination and Control? What would you do with the level 50 spell [Permanent Domination]? It does exactly what it sounds like. The target will do their best to follow any order you give them, and it never wears off. Anything at all. Only targets with a level greater than 40 have even a chance to resist. That leaves 90% of the world helpless. Did I mention that my domains are Domination and Control?"

She makes a really good point. If she is telling the truth about me being a champion, then I need this. If she is telling the truth about me becoming her high priestess, then I want this. If this is just a dream, then my decision doesn't matter. I don't have any choice but to accept and become her high priestess. I hate being forced into anything, but I can't fight the gods.

"No. You can't. Incidentally, in answer to both questions you should have asked... You are a frost dragon, not a white dragon. There are 147 champions." She says, then the world fades away.

Happy birdsongs wake me in the morning. When I open my eyes the first thing I see is the foxkin's bare breast, still gripped in one of my hands. Fresh scabs give mute testimony to how rough I was last night. My talons sliced her open several times. I lay still and enjoy the steady sound of her beating heart. Her gentle breathing slowly lifting me up and gently dropping me back down.

I can sense a change in her. When I focus on it, information flows into my mind.

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Name: My Foxkin

Race: Foxkin, Female

Class: Rogue

Level: 1

Experience: 0

Health: 6

Mana: 0

Strength: 5

Speed: 8

Toughness: 3

Intelligence: 6

Active Skills:

[Stealth], [Backstab]

Passive Skills:

None

Soul Points: 1000 (0 Spent)

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My normal [Appraisal] status screen opens and my mind overflows with far more information that it displays. I know everything about her personality and body. It's not like mind reading. I don't have access to her memories, I just know how she would react in every situation. Wow! Even under torture she will never betray me. I'm unnaturally confident that I can make readjustments later, and that removing a change returns the power spent to make it. The confidence must come from the magic. I think I can depend on it. I'll make her into my perfect little ninja. I focus on her body and pour power into her speed. It slowly ticks up. I stop when it reaches 20. Then I bump up her toughness to 10 and health to 25. I've always liked short ninjas. Height doesn't show up on the status window, but I can sense that she is 5' 9". I will her to shrink and power flows into her. She starts to wake up, but I will her back asleep, and she stills. I don't stop until she is 4' 5".

I sit up so that I can take a good look. My little ninja. Oh, and eye candy. I even out her slightly asymmetrical breasts, then bump them up a couple sizes. A ninja should have black fur. I darken her red fur until it turns black. Then I shade her white fur to grey. Perfect. Wait. I want to mark her with a visible symbol of my ownership. Kolra said I'm a frost dragon, so I'll use a snowflake as my symbol. I imagine perfect snowflakes on the back of both of her hands. Instead of silver, I make these a pure metallic white that matches my scales.

Do I need to make any changes to her personality? If she does anything that annoys me I can just make her stop. I consider all the information dancing through my head and feel a smile come to my lips as I make a few adjustments that leave her proud of belonging to me.

Anything else? Hmm. A twisted little game occurs to me. I switch back to editing her body and attempt to make a change. To my delite it works. I really do have god-like powers over her. My little ninja is addicted to my cum. If I don't let her lick my pussy it will cause her physical pain. After a few days she will beg for a chance to pleasure me. While I'm thinking about that. I pour a little more power into her increasing the length, thickness, and strength of her tongue. Should I give her a name? I'm sure she had one before, but now that she belongs to me, I want to name her. She is a sexy fox, so I'll just call her Vixen.

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Name: Vixen

Race: Foxkin, Female (Altered)

Class: Rogue

Level: 1

Experience: 0

Health: 25 (6 + 19)

Mana: 0

Strength: 5

Speed: 20 (8 + 12)

Toughness: 10 (3 + 7)

Intelligence: 6

Active Skills:

[Stealth], [Backstab]

Passive Skills:

None

Soul Points: 1000 (527 spent)

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I stand up and look down at her sexy little body. I make a few more tweaks to give her the look I'm after. Sexy ninja goth fox looks good on her. She blinks as she wakes up, looking confused for a second, then her eyes focus on me and she throws herself to the ground, prostrating herself before me.

"My goddess!" she whispers. "Please, may I serve you."

She was pretty before I started. After my changes she looks incredible. She moved so fast that I'm already tempted to increase her speed just to see how far I can push it. The woman kneeling at my feet, hands still bound behind her back, waits quietly for an answer. I don't bother responding with words. I just whip my tail around her waist as I climb back into the hammock. I lay her between my legs, and close my eyes as her tongue starts exploring. I guess I'm going to have a late start today.