Story - Soldiers of Darkness

Author's Note

This story is a prequel to 'Dirty Hearts.' You can find that novel on Amazon here:

Amazon.com: Dirty Hearts eBook : Waters, Caroline

Synopsis

Yellow is taken by the Onyx Queen and turned into her rubber soldier. The other crystal hearts are in her crosshairs, and neither Red nor Blue has any idea what kind of corruptive forces are being brought against them. The web of treachery tightens, Her influence expands. The world will soon shudder at Her army of Dark Chained Hearts!

Tags

MC, FD, MF, FF, Masturbation, Transformation, Rubber, Mask, Magic, Corruption, Breast Expansion

Chapter One

“Careful, Red!” shouted Yellow, scooting around a traffic sign as she spotted yet another malevolent purple portal opening up in the center of the street. “This one doesn't look like the others. We could have something different coming in!”

Red growled as she punched another latex slave in the face, rocketing the unfortunate soldier onto the pavement. The gleaming purple symbol on the woman's mask flashed as she skidded on the ground, her rubber coated legs slamming against another approaching soldier.

They tumbled like bowling pins, limbs tangling together in a thrashing mass. Red had used more force than necessary, but Yellow wasn’t worried about their health - from past experience, the rubber coating gave the slaves extreme shock absorption. It was almost impossible to put one down without treating them rough.

Besides, they enjoyed being beat up. Something about being encased by the uniform seemed to convert pain into pleasure. They moaned and writhed like sluts as they untangled themselves, cracking their necks as they moved back into formation for another attack.

Red roared, her fist raised, a grin fixed to her face. Red enjoyed beating them down, too. That was so typical of her. She’d be bragging about her prowess at their next shared college class, which was sure to be annoying.

Yellow had to concentrate on the here and now, though. Worrying about their real life troubles was a great way to get beaten without a single punch being thrown. That’s why they only used their color code names during battle.

The latex soldier’s breasts bobbed as they advanced, heart shaped covers pulsing over their obscenely large nipples. Their uniforms glowed, malevolent purple light running up three distinct stripes from their pussies, which were filled with protruding plugs. When the light from the strip in the middle reached the lead woman’s mouth, the ball gag fitted inside flashed a bright light.

Yellow was forced to look away, the afterimage stunning her for a moment. “Look out!” shouted Red, gripping her shoulders to toss her away. A hissing spatter impacted the ground where she had stood, a cloud of gas billowing out from smashed purple mushrooms.

The two of them pulled back, trying to understand what had just happened. A large, mushroom shaped head loomed out of the mist, the cap colored a virulent purple.

A tubular ring clung about its throat, white stripes running down its neck to a hard, armored harness that wrapped over its body. A glowing, purple gem was mounted at the apex of the chest piece, the slitted pupil inside staring at them as if they were bugs.

Diamond shaped eyes stared at them with malevolence as it took a step forward on white, pulpy feet. A burst of steam whistled out of the holes in its curved cap, the hissing noise being cut off as each one was plugged with a small, protruding head.

“Those are more mushrooms!” hissed Red. “It's getting ready for another attack!”

She was right - the creature was already tilting its head over for another assault. The two of them were forced to jump to either side as the tiny mushrooms shot at them, a cloud of noxious gas billowing upwards from where they had stood.

Yellow’s dodge had left her within grabbing distance of the latex soldiers, forcing her to do some fancy footwork to escape their rubbery clutches.

They were being rapidly overwhelmed. ”We need to retreat!” shouted Yellow, working her way back towards Red, who was still getting up off the pavement. “We’re not equipped to handle this threat!”

She gasped as she spotted a purple glow emanating from the monster’s stalk-like hand. The creature thrust it towards Red, as if it was a weapon, its frond-like fingers wiggling as a wicked looking sphere appeared.

Red was shaking her head, looking confused. She must have hit the curb harder than Yellow had thought. Shit! She wasn't going to get out of the way in time!

She ran towards Red, waving her arms. “Teleport out! Quickly!” she shouted, spotting the flare as the orb launched, its path following a lazy circle as it approached the heroine.

Red pressed her hands together, invoking her Crystal Heart powers, but Yellow knew she wouldn't be able to finish in time. There wasn't any other option - she'd have to take the hit.

Closing her eyes, she leaped in front of Red, their lives together flashing before her eyes. Red had appeared aloof at first, but she had helped Yellow without being asked, and had always made sure Yellow wasn't belittled.

When she felt small, Red would show up with a joke and some candy to lift her mood. She never put her down or teased her about getting chubby.

These little things added up, and after a time, Yellow discovered that she'd do anything to protect her partner. Even unto death.

The orb impacted her body with a sizzling heat, growing in size to encompass her. She cried out as she fell to the ground, muscles trembling uncontrollably. Hands pressed against the pavement, she cried out, trying to understand what was happening to her.

She should be in agony right now, but the spasms her body was experiencing weren’t pain. It was almost as though a dozen tongues were lapping at her pussy, hands fondling her breasts and licking her nipples. Heat rushed up through her core, making her think of only one thought: Sex.

She felt damn good, and it was hard to want to do anything other than to relax and let the pleasure control her. This was the insidious way the monster planned on defeating them. They wouldn’t need to be bound if they handed themselves over willingly!

In some ways, this was more terrifying than pain. Pain could be quantified, ignored if necessary. The licking pleasure that tickled at her loins simply couldn’t.

Bracing an elbow against the ground, she rolled over, gasping for breath. Through bleary eyes, she could see the telltale sign of a teleportation field. A familiar outfit appeared for a moment, a blue heroine giving her a searching stare as she shielded Red from another attack. “Go!” she choked out. “Don’t wait for me, save the captain!”

Blue shot her an apologetic look, then turned and grabbed Red. The two of them vanished before Red could protest.

Yellow breathed out a sigh of relief. At least she was safe.

She groaned, rolling over onto her back as the lust within her began to rise. She needed to teleport out herself, soon, or she wouldn’t want to leave at all!

She pressed her hands over the jewel on her belt, wishing for the crystal heart power to come forth. There came a sputtering spark in her mind, but that was it. Something about the enemy’s weapon was interfering with the connection. Damn.

A mushroom shaped head loomed above her, the monster staring down at her with a dispassionate gaze. Steam hissed from the open holes on its head as a purple globe of energy built in its hands.

“The Queen will be pleased,” it said with a gasping wheeze, shooting her in the chest with a second globe.

This time, the pleasure was more immediate. The tongues were licking all over her body, with the majority of them centered on her breasts. She couldn’t stop herself from giving them a caress, moaning as she hefted them, jiggling them together. They were definitely larger than before!

Her nipples seemed to be popping out through her latex uniform, the material squeezing, teasing them as they distended to ridiculous levels. All this was accompanied by an explosive orgasm that rocked her brain, her thighs juicing out of control.

As the pleasure took hold, she lifted her hands and squeezed them as tightly as she could, trying to restrain herself. There was something different about her gloves, though. They didn’t feel the same. The interior had somehow become slick, rubbery. Oh no! She was being transformed in the same way the latex soldiers had been converted!

How could she stop it? Did she want to stop it?

The way her pussy was trembling said no. She wanted to go farther, to taste more. Her eyes locked on the strange monster, trembling as it chuckled at her, a large dick sprouting from its midsection. It wanted her.

She let out a long, lustful sigh as she was pulled to her feet by the latex slaves, unable to take initiative on her own. If the mushroom monster wanted to fill her wet snatch with his bloated dick, she wouldn’t even try to stop him.

Alas, that wasn’t the goal. She made halting steps as they forced her towards a spinning, purple tear in space. She knew once she was forced through there, she wasn’t coming back. At least, not unchanged!

The blasts from the mushroom soldier were starting to wear off, and perhaps she could make one final show of resistance before succumbing to their abduction. Letting her left foot drag over the ground, she suddenly braced it in place, spinning her right leg to sweep a latex slave off his feet.

Surprised by her attack, he slammed into the slave next to him, the two of them tangling together. She laughed hysterically at their distress, trying to pull herself away from the rigid grip of the other latex soldier.

The woman wouldn’t let go, though, and the others were recovering more quickly than she had anticipated. The ball gags in their mouths flashed brightly, and she gasped, bright points of light dazzling her vision.

The woman holding her arm with unnatural strength let go, pushing in front of her as the others closed in. Flash, flash!

The glowing gags were mesmerizing, her mouth dropping open as her thoughts fled. The rubber hands closed around her shoulders, guiding her towards the portal.

Mindless, she crossed through, the mushroom monster following close behind. A sizzling crackle played over her skin, and suddenly, she was floating in shadows, unable to understand anything she was seeing.

Fractal shapes bombarded her as she swooped through the aether, bizarre creations and ugly laughter echoing in her mind. She just wanted it to stop.

And then suddenly, it did.

A vague space solidified around her, made from amorphous blobby shapes that vaguely resembled a bedroom. A large trophy plaque was mounted on the wall, a horned beast staring at her with glowing eyes that seemed to peer into her soul. She looked away, dazed by the crushing feeling of being watched.

A grandfather clock stood in the corner, the case twisting and bending at odd angles. The pendulum had a diamond shaped eye mounted in the center, the slitted pupil gazing back at her.

There didn't seem to be a way to escape the horrible pressure that was mounting in her skull, the ticking of the clock resounding as she was pushed to the floor.

Dazed, she gaped as a gigantic dick flopped in front of her. “Suck,” hissed a steamy voice.

There didn't seem to be any other option. The pressure in her mind was urging her to obey. Didn't she want to feel good?

Sighing, she leaned forward, grasping the knobbly shaft and giving it a soft squeeze. The cross shaped end flexed open, a small droplet of purple fluid oozing from the tip. Rounded nodules down its length glowed a more intense purple, forcing her to gaze upon it in twisted wonder.

It wasn't like any penis she had ever seen, and she had sucked off quite a few. She hesitated, but the ticking in her brain was omnipresent, the urge to please this monster rolling around her head. Just like the passing of time, it was inevitable that she would give in.

And why shouldn't she? This was her reward for allowing herself to be taken captive. She should enjoy herself!

The pressure in her skull eased as she leaned forward, taking the glans of the penis in her mouth. Running her tongue over the base, she tasted the fluid leaking onto her tongue.

It was savory, with hints of various herbs. Earthy, but with a balance that didn't make it too bitter. It was pretty good for monstrous semen, though there wasn’t much she could judge it against.

Steam hissed through the monster's holes, and the pressure returned, urging her forward. Accepting that this was her fate, she plunged deeper, rolling her tongue over the pustules that dotted the creature's shaft.

These deserved more investigation, too. She pried at one of them, a gush of fluid exploding into her mouth. Sweet! 

How strange. The flavors mixed, becoming a tasty melange, almost like a meal.

She found herself popping more pustules, but they kept regrowing, the swollen tip feeding her more cum that she drank down.

Soon, she was lost in the sensations of sucking, pulling, drinking everything this creature could give her. At some level, she knew this was strange, but the ticking pulse of the clock was keeping her consciousness suspended as she slid herself up and down the dick.

She could sense the tension in its length, the girth widening as more steam hissed out of the creature's head. Locking her lips around the base, she swirled her tongue as she worked her way outwards, halting when it began to jerk in her mouth like a snake.

As the fluid began to gush, the creature creaked and moaned, pulling back faster than she could react. Spurts of ejaculate painted her face, running down her cheeks in a sloppy mess.

A streak splashed over her breast, and down her belly, making a profane display on her neat uniform. Dull eyed, she stared at the monster as its eyes glowed, unable to make any decision about what to do next. She was pleased that she had been able to serve, but the pressure had returned, the incessant ticking in her skull pushing out any further thought.

A heat glowed in her chest, spreading to every corner of her body. Looking down, she gasped as her uniform flickered, the surface sizzling as it began to smoke. Her skin ached as patches appeared, arousal setting in as she noticed the glowing, purple logo that had appeared on her belly.

It was in the shape of a big, stylized A, centered on her chest, the winged sides swooping down to kiss the indent of her navel. It appeared lit from within, hissing as the glow increased in intensity until she could no longer look at it.

She gasped and tossed her head back as her pussy spasmed, arousal curling over the sides of her hips as it spiraled around and into the logo. A similar spark of pleasure tented her nipples, which had become grossly large, darting around in lazy circles before exiting out the bottom and joining the malevolent glow that branded her body.

It was almost as though the reins to her desire were being centralized and controlled through this mark, this conduit that was connecting her to a different plane of existence.

The mushroom soldier let out a harsh, hissing laugh. “Not even a senior crystal heart soldier can resist the call of my Onyx Mistress. Look upon your new Queen, and despair!”

The monster approached, clapping its pulpy hands together. A bright flash assaulted her eyes, and suddenly the creature was holding a circular band of raw energy.

The creature tossed it at her nonchalantly, energy crackling as it hovered in the air in front of her. It spun end over end, a burst exploding at its center, washing over her mark. Her body responded by flooding her brain with unbearable pleasure.

She cried out, frozen in place as the ring grew thorny edges. Floating upwards, it vanished out of view. She turned her head to follow it, but couldn't see anything. Where had it gone?

“Good!” hissed the monster. “You have been selected to join our ranks. Given your current strength, you might even become a powerful weapon in Her army!”

A weapon? Yellow didn’t think she liked the sound of that, but her mind was all muddled. She couldn’t even remember her real name at the moment, and the latex-clad soldiers were distracting her, tugging at her shoulders to turn her around to face a gigantic mirror that took up the entire wall.

She gasped as she spotted her reflection. That couldn’t be her, could it?

Her breasts were absolutely enormous, and her nipples were twice as large as before! She couldn't imagine how she'd be able to sleep with these babies, but she had to admit that they'd make men go wild.

Her lips parted as she took in the glowing crown of purple that circled her head. That's where it had gone! 

Sizzling energy from the twisted ring was zapping her skull. As she watched, twin slivers of purple appeared from underneath her curly, blonde hair, winding their way over her forehead.

When they bisected her eyebrows, her eyes began to glow the same bright color. It was almost as though the crown was filling her up with evil energy. If that was the case, why did it feel so damn good? 

The streaks continued below her eyes, wrapping over her cheekbones. When they reached her lips, they flowed over her flesh, coloring them a virulent purple.

She puckered her lips together and sighed, smiling as her skin flushed, the pigment becoming a darker shade with each passing moment. She was being changed into something beautiful!

The purple stripes ran over the sides of her jaw, looping back up and over her chin to join in the middle. A light flashed, and suddenly her face was a pale white, as if she had put on face paint. Had she become a clown?

Whatever her final transformation, she knew that this was what the Shadow Queen desired, and she rubbed her thighs together in anticipation. A misty blackness was billowing around her in the mirror, obscuring her purple form. Was she going to be graced with Her presence? 

Her heart rose as dark hands appeared out of the shadows, grabbing her shoulders. She tilted her head to look, but could see nothing behind her. If this apparition had a physical form, it was only in the mirror - for now.

The taloned hands squeezed, forcing her attention back to the mirror. Large, blue breasts bracketed her head, the thick nipples pierced with heart shaped rings. A golden chain ran between them, pressing against the back of her skull.

A head loomed out above, a dangling veil hiding the woman’s face. Somehow, she could sense the power behind this visage, which only made her want to see what the woman looked like even more.

“Kiro Satou, age twenty three,” the figure whispered in a velvety voice. “Also known as Crystal Heart Yellow,” she continued, the syllables licking at her ears. “You cannot imagine how much pleasure I feel to have you in My presence.”

Yellow gulped, feeling the woman's shadowy hands sinking into her shoulders. Her breasts tightened and raised, nipples standing at attention, bullet hard. With each passing moment in Her presence, her body was being tainted further by the Shadow Queen, and it felt glorious.

“You will be my tool to infiltrate and corrupt your friends,” the Queen hissed, the words pooling in her brain like liquid metal. “They cannot be destroyed from without, but you will be within - My cute little dagger stabbing through their unbreakable bonds. You will love doing it, my slutty little soldier, Dark Chained Heart Yellow.”

Yellow glimpsed a pair of fluted horns rising high above the veiled woman's face. Was that a helmet, or was this woman demonic in nature?

The hands reached inside her body, tugging at the mark which glowed over her navel. “Become,” ordered the Queen, and she changed.

Her breasts, which had already been ridiculously large, appeared to grow another cup size, nipples wobbling as droplets of liquid dotted the dimpled tips. A flare of light washed out her vision and suddenly her breasts were cupped by a skintight bodysuit, made of shiny, purple rubber.

Unnatural light reflected off the glossy curves, making them pop even more. This was accompanied by an increase in sensation, the suit squeezing at her skin until her breasts formed into perfect orbs that looked like they were bolted on.

The opera gloves she had worn with her former suit reappeared, now purple with glowing triangular logos on the backs. The fingerless cutouts put her light purple fingertips on display.

Her thighs were clad with similarly colored stockings, running down to circular bands that were clamped around her legs, just under her knees. A bright, purple strip ran around their circumference, marking the tops of the glossy black platform boots that clasped her feet.

A tight belt wrapped around her waist, sitting right above her enlarged hips. Her Queen’s large, stylized logo had replaced the three triangles that represented the bond she shared with her friends. She had only one Mistress now - the Onyx Queen, Shadow of Darkness.

Feeling a sudden urge, she lifted her arm in a salute, staring at the veiled face of her Queen. The gem at her breastbone glowed a malicious purple, the Queen’s logos appearing on the sides of her shoulders. “Hail, Dark Queen!” she shouted, her lips trembling as the suit caressed her body.

“Good,” hissed her Queen, pouring more of her darkness into Yellow’s body. “You are almost complete, my Dark Heart. You have too much potential to become a brainless puppet, but what kind of a servant shall you be? You must prove yourself.”

“I will, Dark Queen!” she barked out, feeling her personality changing as she pledged herself to the shadow.

There wasn’t much left of the woman who had felt left out in every activity, who had spent all her time trying to please Red to receive scraps of praise. Now she had a new Mistress, and she knew the Onyx Queen would reward her for her loyalty. She could feel it in her chest, where her heart beat with the dark queen's corruption.

“Very good,” murmured the shadow queen. “I'm going to keep your color designation. It will make your partners despair, once they realize what I have done.”

She chuckled darkly, breasts jiggling as she removed her hands from Yellow's body. She snapped her fingers, and Yellow's hair twisted and writhed, shifting as the bangs at the front straightened, growing over her eyes.

“You don't need to see clearly to obey,” she said smoothly. “Enjoy yourself to the fullest, for once you leave here My powers will be locked away until you find the perfect opportunity.”

Yellow stared through her golden locks, keeping her shoulders level. “As you command, Dark Queen!” she shouted.

There came a rasping whisper, and the solid presence behind her disappeared. She lowered her arm, disappointed that her Queen had left. She had wanted the opportunity to praise Her more.

Dark forms crowded around her, latex suited soldiers reaching out to touch her body. This was what her queen had been talking about. Yes, she would satisfy the erotic needs of her transformed body, then she would bestow the great gift of her Queen upon the others.

She would ingratiate herself further, performing her part to the letter. They would never see it coming, for who would think that little old Yellow would possess such capabilities?

She gasped as a pair of hands grabbed at her breasts, her flesh rippling as the latex bonded to her skin made her tingle with arousal.

Her entire body had become an erogenous zone. Thank you, great Queen!

More hands joined the first pair, gripping her ass and running up her legs. She gave in to their insistent touches, allowing herself to be lowered to the ground as a faceless male climbed on top.

Hips spread wide, she welcomed the man's cock into her glistening pussy, the rubber coating on her skin squealing as he crammed himself all the way in. Breasts bouncing, she cooed, accepting this reward from her Queen.

The pleasure of surrendering herself to them was immense, and soon she couldn't imagine living any other way. Her dark heart throbbed as the crystal on her chest changed into the dark pupil of her Mistress.

Always watching, always seeing her actions. Judging and approving of her dark behavior. 

She rocked her hips, squealing as her hair lightly fanned out over her face. The mushroom soldier stood behind her, eyes glowing as he stared at her.

He wasn't joining the orgy, perhaps because he had another mission. It was not up to her to question her Queen's commands. She was built only to obey.

Rubber heads descended onto her nipples, mouths latching onto the hard tips. Her flesh protruded as they began to suck, flesh tingling as their tongues worked.

Her muscles clenched around the latex soldier's length, her body creaming as he spurted his cum inside. For the glory of the Onyx Queen, the crystal hearts must fall!

She raised a hand in salute, praising her Queen in her mind as she shuddered, lost in the rapture of darkness.

Chapter Two

The portal flashed a lurid purple as a small squad teleported onto an empty suburban street. It wouldn't be long before the crystal hearts detected their presence, so they would have to set up their ambush quickly.

Yellow scanned the street through her strands of blonde hair, sensing the presence of the latex soldiers around her. She pointed at a tall brick wall fencing off a house from the street. “You two, unlock that gate and hide around the rear until the crystal hearts appear. Jump in with a surprise attack when it looks like the main force is losing.”

She pointed at the others without looking. “Remain with the mushroom soldier. When they teleport in, approach me in a threatening manner. I will react appropriately.”

The soldiers pressed their hands together and nodded, the ball gags in their mouths flashing in acknowledgement. A hiss of steam blew out of the mushroom soldier’s top, but it said nothing. If it disagreed with her orders, it didn't say.

She didn't care. The shadow queen had placed her in charge of this mission, and it was her duty to carry it out. If she failed, however, that thing would make for an excellent patsy. It would be easy enough to assign blame if the monster were somehow to meet with an unfortunate accident.

The telltale sign of blue light flashes appeared at the end of the street. It was almost showtime - she just needed to hide the fact that she was playing for the other team.

She wrapped her gloved hands over the gem mounted on her breastbone. “Heart Power Make Up!” she shouted in a breathy voice, pleasure shooting down her limbs with each word.

It felt so good to concentrate the shadow energy within her, a pulsing need glowing within her crotch as she obeyed the shadow queen's demands.

Her body flashed, the purple coloration vanishing as her uniform changed back to the tight, yellow latex she had been wearing only a few hours ago. Her bangs pulled back, curling to either side to mimic her former hairstyle.

She didn't mind this too much, but the physical changes she had to undergo were simply annoying. She was proud of her corrupted body, and not being able to show off her busty breasts and ample hips to Red really sucked.

She didn't want to scare them away before she had an opportunity to infiltrate and subvert their operations, however. Her Mistress might punish her if she was that stupid.

Taking a few steps towards the glowing field, she recomposed her face as she spotted Red's uniform. 

“Help!” she cried out, dragging her ankle on the ground. “They're on top of me!”

Her eyes widened as she spotted the suit Red was wearing. A fully armored dragoon suit? They must finally be taking this threat seriously!

Damn. If they hadn't been so prepared, she might have considered grabbing Red right here and now.

Blue had shown up too, though, and she didn't think she could get both of them at once. It was best to stick to the original plan.

Dragging herself towards them, she winced in pain and slowed her gait. This gave the latex soldiers more time to close the gap, lending verisimilitude to the danger she was in. 

“Don't worry, Yellow, I'll save you!” shouted Red. “Dragoon Shove!’

Jets blasted from her ankles, her suit accelerating towards Yellow at a rapid pace. Yellow made a small cry and tumbled to the ground, spinning herself neatly out of Red's line of fire. What was she thinking? That was damn dangerous!

The concussion of the force wave blew past her, knocking the latex soldiers off their feet. It was too bad for them, but their plan A was already busted. It was time to go with the more subtle approach.

Crawling along the ground, she clenched her teeth together as she spotted the latex soldier reinforcements arriving from behind the brick wall. A toxic cloud of gas expanded from their feet where the mushroom soldier had fired a volley of its mushrooms. This would prevent Red from getting too close before they could lay their hands on her.

The idea had been good, but they had underestimated the abilities of Red’s new suit. She spotted them right away, slamming her foot into the ground. A whirling wind expanded outwards from the impact, blowing the green cloud away. 

This left the soldiers exposed, and Red quickly dispatched them with a second shove that knocked them right back into the wall with a tremendous crash. Oh well, she had never really expected the brainless troops to capture Red - while wearing the dragoon suit, she was far too powerful for that.

Fortunately, the suit did have drawbacks. It was only able to sustain full capacity in short bursts, and as it linked to Red’s heart crystal, she would find herself experiencing momentary weakness right about now.

Narrowing her eyes, she spotted the mushroom soldier creeping in from the side. The monster had timed its attack perfectly, lifting its hands to generate an incapacitation globe. If that hit Red, the battle would be practically over.

Before the orb could leave its hands, however, Blue scooted in front of Red, the coolness of her expression matching her color. She placed her hands over the cerulean gem mounted to her chestpiece. “Crystal Heart Deletion,” she said in a disinterested voice, as if she was cutting the heads off of flowers.

A wave of energy blasted from between her fingers, spreading wide to encompass the mushroom soldier as a terrible crackling sound filled the street. The creature’s body wavered, then disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a smoking pile of dust. Scary!

Red laughed, moving in a wide circle as she circled back towards Yellow. “You got ‘em, Blue! Nice work. I’ll rescue Yellow and we can get out of here!”

“Okay,” murmured Blue, spreading her hands again.

Her body shone as the crystal heart energy encompassed her in a sphere. She rose off the ground and disappeared, leaving behind bright sparkling dots.

Red scooted to a halt, reaching out a hand to Yellow. She took it, her heart pounding as she stared at the other heroine. Her savior!

The gem mounted to the front of the suit glowed as Red shut her eyes. The latex soldiers had climbed back to their feet and were doggedly back on the attack, but they would be too late to stop her. “Heart Power Teleport!” she shouted, a glimmering energy field popping into existence.

Their surroundings faded out, replaced with the familiar view of the teleportation chamber. Yellow sighed as the tingling energy faded, leaning an elbow against the floor.  “Thanks Red!” she said, imbuing her voice with fatigue. “If you hadn’t shown up when you had, I would have been done for!”

Red placed her hands against her hips and barked out a laugh. “I very much doubt that!” she declared. “You always find an answer, Yellow! You work harder than all of us!”

Her face shadowed as concern tugged at her lips. “I seriously thought that was going to be it, though! Where are those things coming from?”

Yellow schooled her expression, keeping a grin off her face. If only she knew!

Now wasn’t the time to reveal herself, however. The Onyx Queen had given her what she needed to corrupt her friend, but she needed to look for an opening. They were all tired right now, but Blue was still hanging around somewhere. She needed a good, uninterrupted stretch of time to get Red to accept the Shadow Queen as her new Mistress.

Speak of the devil and she appears. She couldn’t keep the frown off her face as Blue stepped into the chamber, her eyes fixed on Yellow.

“Why didn’t you follow us?” she asked sharply. “We wouldn’t have had to come out to rescue you if you had stuck to the plan.”

Red raised her arms to placate Blue. “Come, now, we’re all back in one piece. Why are you nagging her?”

“No, it’s okay,” sighed Yellow, sagging to the floor to make herself as small as possible. “I tried to teleport back here, but I was in a panic. I couldn't visualize the room well enough to make the connection, so I triggered it without a destination in mind.”

“That's damn dangerous!” exclaimed Blue, cursing under her breath. “You could have ended up practically anywhere!”

Yellow nodded. “I was out of options. Would you truly say you wouldn't have done the same thing in my place?”

“No, I wouldn’t have. Because I know this place like the back of my hand. When are you going to start taking this seriously? You could have been taken!”

Excellent. She had accepted Yellow’s explanation, shifting over to mask her fear with anger. She settled down, knowing that there was no way Blue would see through her disguise.

It would be so delicious to corrupt that one, peeling away her cool layers to reveal the boiling emotions underneath. As her self identity fell apart, she’d pluck at her psyche, presenting the disparate pieces to her Queen.

After she had been put back together again, she’d be a devoted servant of the Queen, just like her. She couldn’t wait to see it. Couldn’t wait to do it.

She opened her mouth in a wide yawn. “Isn’t it getting late?” she asked. “I want to get cleaned up and turn it. That near miss was pretty terrifying, but I still have some assignments to get done for next week.”

Red chuckled. “Always the dutiful one, even when you get injured. Just… take it easy, huh? And let me know if it’s still causing you pain in the morning, we can go get it looked at.”

Yellow shook her head. “I think it’s just bruised,” she said, getting to her feet as she gestured at her ankle. “Looks like I can stand on it well enough. It’s already starting to feel better.”

She had never actually been injured, but they didn’t need to know that. Leaning over, she pressed at her skin. “Ow,” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “I probably shouldn't do that.”

Blue rolled her eyes. “She's fine,” she announced. “Let's go get ready for bed and regroup in the morning. We'll do a retrospective then on what went wrong.”

“Yes, captain,” murmured Yellow, her face twisting into a smirk as Blue's face flushed.

She might have a cold personality, but that was just a defensive mechanism to hide her thin skin. Of the three, she was going to be the easiest to corrupt, because Yellow knew all her buttons.

“Right,” Blue snapped out, crossing her arms. “Do as you want.”

Red grabbed her shoulder before she could flounce off in a huff. “It's a good idea,” she said soothingly. “We can ask Guest if it has any information about these new enemies. We've only encountered the latex soldiers before, which makes this concerning. Whoever is coordinating these attacks must be ramping up for something large.”

Blue nodded gruffly, shaking off Red's grip. “I'll ask the AI,” she said, holding her arms stiff by her sides. “I should have more information tomorrow.”

“Good,” nodded Red. “We’ve all had a big fright today and we're emotional about the near miss. Relax, we're safe here. This war isn't over just yet!”

If only she knew!

She could feel the dark mantle of the shadow queen pulsing inside her, waiting to be unleashed. It was getting tiring keeping this form, and she needed some alone time to relieve the pressure.

“I'm taking a shower,” she announced.

She took a step towards the door, pretending to wince as she put weight on her leg. She could feel Blue's stare on her back, and she smiled internally.

Sowing dissension in the ranks was only the first step. If Blue decided to go sulk by herself tonight, that would play right into her hands. Perfect!

Rounding the corner, she increased her speed. The darkness inside her was becoming more insistent. She needed to get to a safe environment so that it could be let out without any cameras spotting her transformation.

Fortunately, it wasn't a long trip to their living quarters. The alien intelligence that had designed this space station had at least been logical, if not particularly knowledgeable about humans.

The various accommodation blocks were focused around a central core, color coded so that it was easy to navigate. She turned down the red corridor, holding herself back from sprinting as she passed through a shared living space.

In better times, they would have eaten a meal together and watched a film or two, laughing at the antics of the onscreen villains. With their relations strained, they were instead choosing to spend time on solo activities. Excellent!

The threat they faced was more serious than the others knew, and with any luck, they wouldn't figure it out before it was too late.

Striding to her door, she waited for the alien AI to register her presence and key it open. Scooting past the bed, she made a beeline to the bathroom, breathing hard as the door snapped shut behind her. Finally!

Her body felt too small to contain the powers within, but now she didn't need to. She bit her lip as dark pleasure exploded from her core, the logo on her belt changing to the stylized A of the shadow queen.

Mistress! Groaning, she let the feeling of utter loyalty wash through her as tendrils expanded from the belt, caressing her pussy. 

Getting into the shower, she squatted against the wall and groaned as the latex suit expanded upwards, the ends of the tendrils forming cups that folded over her breasts.

Wrapping her hands over her tightening orbs, she caressed herself as her nipples stood upright. She groaned as her flesh spilled out of her hands, breasts rising as they were held in place by the rigid suit.

It felt so good to let the corruption free! She just had to watch!

Stumbling out of the shower, she positioned herself in front of the mirror, shuddering as she braced her knees against the cabinet. She licked her lips as they began to turn violet, grabbing at her melon-sized breasts as her eyes glowed. Yes!

Squeezing her thighs together, she shivered as lines appeared on her pale face. Her hair shifted, the bangs growing longer to complete the look. 

Mouth agape, she let out a long moan as a faded vision of her Queen appeared in the mirror. “Hail to the Onyx Queen!”

Her legs wobbled as her Mistress tilted her head up, blazing violet eyes sparkling through the veil.

A flash of light blinded her as the latex tendrils crammed into her pussy, writhing as they pried open her inner lips. She cooed as they plundered her tunnel, squeezing her rock hard nipples as she surrendered to the corruption.

She was Her servant. She was Her slave. Her glorious empire would be ascendant, an army of Dark Crystal Hearts reigning over this world. Latex covered soldiers would enforce Her will, drowning the world in the ecstacy of obedience. If this was what it felt like to lose yourself in Her glory, how could anyone possibly resist?

Her body tensed and she cried out, making breathy little hisses as she praised her Queen. Her lips formed into a wide smile as a corrupted uniform with an armored harness appeared in her mind. Yes, this was exactly what she needed to bring Red into the fold.

Her body jerked as she was showered with pleasure, enjoying the thick plug that the latex suit had formed in her pussy. Thrust, thrust, gush!

Black corruption burst forth from her vagina, dripping onto the floor. More spurted from her nipples at high pressure, droplets splattering over the mirror.

The vision of her queen faded, and she sighed, taking in the mess, evidence of her corruption. Reaching down to her thighs, she rubbed her finger through the fluid, bringing a dollop up to her violet lips.

Her eyes glowed at the sweet taste. Pure corruption. She wouldn't mind feeding some of this to Red.

She had work to do before that could be done, however. Staring at the messy fluid, she grinned as it began to roll together into a black, shiny sphere.

Not that kind of work. She wasn't a maid. This mess would solve itself. 

The blob rolled up the wall, speckles of corruption jumping from the mirror to the main body as it neared the vent. Diffusing through the grate, it vanished, leaving a sparkling floor and countertop behind.

She momentarily worried about when it would reveal itself, but that was none of her business. Once her goal was achieved, the danger of her exposure would go down. There was no way the blob would find a new host before then, surely.

Perhaps this was a reminder from her Queen that she shouldn’t dally. Her move on Red had to happen tonight, and she had just the thing to ease her into her new role as the Shadow Queen’s pet.

She imagined the loops of her Queen’s armor plating clasped around her captain’s body and grinned. She was so eager to find out what Red would look like after she was corrupted! That treat would be better than any of the chocolates she had hidden all over the base.

Stepping into the shower, she turned it on, turning around to enjoy the heat. This was supposed to be relaxing, but she was on edge, plotting out the best way to trap Red.

Resting her hands over the top of her bobbing breasts, she gave them a shove, enjoying how they tingled under the latex coating. The suit had bonded with her skin again, giving her enlarged nipples a slick sheen. With any luck, she would be feeding those to Red soon enough.

Her small mouth would suckle on the corruption, her body writhing as the latex suit gripped her body. Her downfall would be marvelous.

She let go of her breasts, bracing her hands on her hips as she turned around. Droplets of water scattered off her glossy skin, giving her thighs a reflective sheen. By all accounts, her new body was grossly lewd, attractive and horrifying in equal measures. She loved it.

She hoped that her Queen would change her further once she had captured the other two members of her team. Her body already belonged to Her, but to be repurposed as Her weapon would be the icing on the cake! 

She shook, hissing as her hands crept towards her pussy. No. This was no time to lose track of herself. The queen came first.

Sighing, Yellow stopped. The voice inside her brain was right. Unfortunately, she needed to keep herself in check. Fortunately, she only needed to do this for a few more hours, after which sparks would fly!

Grinning to herself, she placed her hands over the tops of her breasts and pushed. “Heart Power… Make Up!” she hissed, feeling the corrupted core within her stir to life.

Her latex suit creaked in protest, but the surface began to ripple, moving at her command. Her mouth formed into an O as it pulled its tendrils out of her vagina, licking over her mons as it withdrew upwards, into the belt.

Her breasts shrank, the evidence of her corruption swooping around and up, vanishing into the pulsing gem on her breastbone. The twin points of darkness pulsed, heat expanding to grip her body.

She moaned in pain as a flash of negative light filled the shower, sealing away her new form. For a time.

Turning off the shower, she turned and clasped her hands over the transformation gem. “Dark Crystal Heart Power… Heat!”

Her skin began to sizzle, water evaporating instantly to steam. This might be a frivolous use of her powers, but using some of her excess energy would help to keep her dark core in check. This was only a stopgap measure, however - as time went on, her power would continue to grow, until she would inevitably be forced to reveal her true form.

She had limited time, so she had best use it wisely. Exiting the shower, she gave herself a knowing smirk in the mirror as she padded out into the bedroom. She needed something demure and unassuming, in case the others came looking for her.

Opening the chest of drawers, she chose the first set of underwear and pajamas she found. Clothing used to be a great source of pride for her old self, but as a Dark Crystal Heart, the only thing she wanted to do now was to wear her Queen’s uniform.

Pulling on the soft outfit, she put on some socks and jammed her feet into a pair of slippers, staring into the mirror. The loose clothing failed to show off her bust size, which was naturally small anyway.

What a shame, really. If you couldn’t flaunt what you had, what was the point?

Shrugging, she sat down at her desk and clicked on the light, flipping open her laptop. Grabbing a notebook, she turned to a page she had already used, shuffling a couple of assignment papers around. This would at least make it look like she was working, though she didn’t have any plans to actually complete any assignments tonight.

Schooling wasn’t in her future. Only servitude.

To that end, she needed to prepare the groundwork. Logging onto the laptop, she opened up the hub application, pinging the AI. A pulsing, blue globe appeared on top of her desk. “How may I help you, Kiro?” it asked in its eerie, human-like voice.

“Guest. It’s good to see you.” She sighed, glad that it hadn’t detected anything odd about her. “Who else is still up and about?” she asked, starting with an innocent question.

“Red and Blue are sharing tea in the Red kitchen block. All others have turned in or have left the station on other assignments,” the AI replied in a measured tone.

“Set a reminder for when Red decides to go to bed,” requested Yellow. “I have something I want to discuss with her.”

The orb spun. “As you wish,” it said. “Reminder set.”

She folded her hands and leaned forward, giving the AI a cagey expression. “We haven’t really talked much about you, have we? What is the origin of the crystal heart powers?”

The curved rectangles composing the sphere halted, as if it was considering how to answer her question. “The universe needs heroes,” it said in a different voice with a peculiar accent. “The crystal heart power devices were developed to fight against incursions from negative space. Without them, we would be powerless to resist their predation on the good citizens of our reality.”

“Who is the driving force behind negative space, and why must they be stopped?” she asked, her voice imbued with a hint of curiosity.

She didn’t care that much, as she served her Queen implicitly. It would be nice to know Her motives, but they wouldn’t materially change her servitude.

“Negative space is the abode of creatures that are the antithesis of life,” continued the unusual voice in a scholarly cadence. “We must always resist their infiltration of our dimension, otherwise their hunger will infest our desires. We would become their slaves, unable to think of anything other than pleasing them.”

“What’s the problem with that?” she asked. “You say that they are the antithesis of life. What does that really mean? If they ‘eat’ us, will we die?”

“No,” replied the voice, sounding annoyed. “But you will become a hollowed out shell, an extension of their will. Whatever you want to accomplish in this life won’t matter any more. You’ll only have one purpose: to serve. A brainless automaton for the negative space, a pure avatar of evil.”

Of pleasure. This thing wasn’t telling her the whole truth. How could it? It was a simple machine. It had no idea the kind of ecstasy her Mistress could provide.

“I get it,” she sighed, placing her hands on the desk. “But how are we going to stop them? With every attack, they steal more citizens and turn them into those latex things. At some point, they’re going to have the critical mass needed to overwhelm us, whether we like it or not.”

“That is a true challenge,” acknowledged the AI, swapping its voice back to its more neutral accent. “We’ve been on the defensive. Our only chance for success is to band together and make a counterattack. I am collating possible plans.”

“Good. Let us know when you have something we can use. In the meantime, please show me the layout of this place. I want to get a better idea of where everything is in case they decide to attack us here.”

The AI beeped, and her laptop’s screen refreshed, showing a map of the station. Blue lines delineated rooms, with terse text explaining each location. Excellent. This was exactly what she was going to need to help her Mistress take control!

Expanding the map, she located her room and traced a path to Red’s, confirming her route. This accomplished, she pulled back and looked at the whole picture, looking for the best ways to assault each section.

There were several areas that weren’t marked, which might contain secret devices. Perhaps one of them housed the AI core? They were definitely worth investigating, so she made a mental note to mention them to her Queen.

The voice of the AI broke in. “Excuse me, Mistress, but I am alerting you as you requested. Red has finished with Blue. Would you like me to notify her that you wish to speak with her?”

“No,” said Yellow smoothly. “I’ll go find her. Thank you for your assistance, you may retire.”

The AI beeped, the globe fading out. She snapped the laptop shut, pressing her hands over her heart. It was thudding like a drum set, excitement tingling in her limbs. It was almost time. She knew what she had to do!

Straightening her back, she marched towards the door, which opened silently. She knew that the AI did not monitor the interior of personal quarters unless asked, which was perfect for her needs. Red wouldn’t know what hit her.

Taking a right, she marched down the corridor, glancing at the side of the space station through the floor length windows. The blackness of space was visible near the bottom, stars twinkling at her. She gave them a grin, knowing that there was so much more out there beyond their tiny little planet. Plenty of worlds for her Queen to conquer!

Her breasts throbbed as she passed the next door, noting the red privacy light. Blue must be safely ensconced inside. Good, she didn’t need any interruptions for this.

She increased her pace, her body beginning to tremble. She had less time than she had thought before her disguise wore off. Just a few more minutes!

She slowed down in front of Red’s door, pausing to tap at the screen mounted to the wall. A soft chime rang inside the quarters, and she waited calmly, palms sweaty.

The screen popped on. “What is it?” asked Red, her hair tousled.

She had probably just gotten into bed. “Sorry to interrupt you,” Yellow said softly. “I had something I wanted to discuss.”

“Can’t it wait until morning?” groaned Red.

“I'm afraid not,” replied Yellow. “I saw something during the battle that's important, and I want to discuss it with you first.”

Red groaned, and the screen turned off. She was probably thinking that Yellow was trying to keep something from Blue, and that was true in a manner of speaking.

The door hissed open, and she stepped inside, examining the decor. The base set of rooms supplied to them on the station had come furnished, but they had been uninspired, as if copied from a magazine.

It had been up to each of them to personalize them in their own style. Yellow had hung pictures from her younger sisters on the wall, along with reminders of family events. Anything to make the place feel more homey.

Red had taken a different tack, replacing all of the linens and carpets to match her color scheme. The end result was a rather garish display, but none of them had the heart to tell their captain that she lacked a sense of style.

She hadn't replaced the floor length mirror positioned off to the right side of the bed, however, which was going to make her job much easier. How could they ever have guessed that something so pedestrian would contribute to their downfall?

Yellow marched up to the bookcase, admiring the stuffed bears Red had jammed between two sets of books. “I remember buying this one for you,” she said, petting the soft fur.

“What's this all about?” asked Red sharply. “I'm not in the mood to reminisce. I'm tired, and I want to turn in.”

Yellow spun around, taking in her captain. The other woman was dressed in floral print pajamas, her hair coiled up into a ponytail. She was cute, but soon she would be erotic.

She paused as she noticed a faint glint of polished blackness hiding under the bed between Red's knees.

She understood. Her Queen knew that this was her goal, and she had set the table for her. It was amusing how simple her captain's corruption would end up being.

“What did you think of the uniform the elite soldier was wearing during the battle?” she asked. “Did you notice anything odd about it?’

Red's brow creased. “It was different from the usual rubber soldiers. It had some kind of mushroom shaped head and abilities to match. I don't see what you're getting at.”

Yellow took a step forward, feeling the heat of her corruption coalescing around her. The light of the room darkened subtly, but Red didn't seem to notice. 

“You're looking at the big picture, but I'm thinking of something more specific. What about its armor?”

Red folded her hands, looking uncomfortable as Yellow loomed over her. “It was a gray harness, with a purple gem mounted in the center. Look, what is this all about?”

Yellow turned and sat on the bed, reaching her arm around Red's back and grabbing her shoulder in a hug. “You're not quite seeing it yet. Here, look in the mirror and I'll show you what I mean.”

Confused, Red turned towards the mirror and gasped. “What is that?” she groaned.

It was Red, dressed in her pajamas on the bed, but the harness the mushroom soldier had been wearing had appeared around her shoulders, resting against her chest. The blazing violet gem of the Shadow Queen blazed on the front, the pupil of Her eye staring back at the heroine.

A thin line of gray armor ran down between her breasts, expanding into a belt that cupped her hips. Underneath, a strip ran under her crotch, clenching against her privates. It was seamless, with no obvious way to take it off.

“It’s the enemy!” shouted Red, reaching up to grab for her crystal heart.

Fishing out a ruby red gem, she placed her hands around it, closing her eyes. “Crystal Heart Make Up!” she shouted, invoking her magical powers.

Her body heated up, but Yellow clung to her tightly. She knew that if she lost this opportunity, there might not be another. Besides, Red was already losing herself, she just didn’t know it.

She blinked as a flash of light assaulted the room, Red’s body rippling as her crystal heart uniform appeared. She raised her hand, a bracelet about her wrist. “Crystal Heart… ooh!” she groaned, discovering that the harness displayed on the mirror had suddenly appeared on top of her sleek uniform.

The strip running under her privates had thinned, her voluptuous ass filling out the harness. The two side pieces stretched down and over her transformed butt, clinging tightly to her body. 

Red touched her buxom hips, crying out in dismay. “What’s happening to me?” she squeaked out.

Yellow chuckled, her hand clutching at the heavy, gray armor which wrapped over her captain’s shoulder. “You’re being turned into a dark crystal heart soldier. Doesn’t it feel glorious?”

“What are you talking about?” groaned Red, trying to shake off her grip.

“It’s quite logical, really,” explained Yellow. “Blue destroyed her soldier, so the Queen needs a replacement. Tell me, how does it feel to have your body turned into a lewd work of art?”

Red clenched her hands, breathing hard as she tried to get past the erotic heat that was suffusing her body. The harness was writhing, twin tendrils wrapping around her upper torso and under her breasts, lifting them up as they expanded in size.

Her captain jumped to her feet with unexpected strength, causing Yellow to groan as she was tossed to the floor. “Crystal Heart Shine!” she shouted. “Crystal Heart Fire!”

Nothing happened, and Yellow laughed. “It’s no use,” she croaked out. “Your powers have already been subsumed by darkness. You cannot call on your Crystal Heart powers once you’ve become a Dark Heart!”

“A what?” groaned Red, a look of utter dismay on her face as her fingers curled.

Yellow could tell that Red was losing the battle. Another small push, and she’d succumb to the pleasure.

“What are you worried about?” asked Yellow, climbing to her feet. “You already know what you must do. It’s only natural.”

She pressed her hands over her breasts, massaging them through her pajamas. “There’s no reason to resist. Give in and feel yourself up. Being a Dark Heart is all about pleasure.”

“What has happened to you, Yellow?” asked Red, her face pale. “I thought you were better than this!”

“Better than what? You?” Yellow asked, her face twisting into an erotic grin as she played with her breasts, which were expanding in size as she released her hold on the corruption. “My Queen has given me everything I need to ensure my victory, and you are only moments away from finishing your transformation. You can’t resist it. Tell me, how does it feel to have the Shadow Queen’s power flowing through your veins?”

Yellow’s breasts were plumping up nicely, and she could feel her hips widening, too. Reaching down, she shoved a hand under her panties, sticking a finger into her pussy as she groped herself. Seeing Red fall was the most erotic thing she had ever seen!

She twisted her face into a scowl. “You were always better than us, Red. We could never catch up to you, no matter how much we tried.”

“It’s not a competition,” complained Red, trembling as the lower part of the harness squeezed against her privates. A wet spot was forming around her pussy, her body responding to the carnal corruption.

“Not anymore,” breathed Yellow. “We'll all be equal in Her sight. She will make it so. All you have to do is give in, like I have.”

She relaxed the rest of her restraints, letting her corrupted self come to the fore. Her body flashed and the pajamas disappeared, replaced by the latex uniform bestowed upon her by the Queen.

She gasped, letting out a coo as her fat nipples protruded, rubber tendrils pushing inside. Black fluid trickled from the tips, and she lifted a breast up, giving it a lick with her extremely long tongue.

Red appeared stunned, her breath hissing as she took in the extent of her former teammate's corruption. “No!” she said, sounding defeated. “It can't be! The Crystal Hearts can't lose. We're the arbiters of peace!”

“Can. Can't. It's such a limiting world view,” growled Yellow, her voice husky. “I find it far easier to acknowledge reality. Our Onyx Queen is coming, and we shall prepare the way for Her ascendance!”

Red grunted, her face scrunching up as her nipples were squeezed by her uniform, the flesh underneath being remodeled by the corruption. Soon, she wouldn't look any different from Yellow. Wouldn't be any different.

Red stopped tugging at the harness, true fear in her gaze as she spotted the purple talons growing from the tips of her fingers. “I have to stop this!” she shouted, spinning around.

Yellow felt a faint pulse of alarm in her chest. She should have expected this. Red had always been the best of them, but Yellow really had thought that she'd be just as helpless when faced with her Queen's corruption. She was a fool!

Before she could leap into action, a ball of shiny rubber jumped from under the bed, stretching out to wrap around Red’s ankles like a bola. The unexpected attack took her by surprise, and she tumbled to the floor, rolling over into the chest of drawers with a sickening smash.

Yellow rushed over to her, grabbing her shoulder. “Are you okay?” she asked, genuine concern punching her gut.

Red began to laugh, clutching her belly. At first, Yellow thought that this was a burst of hysteria, but when she turned the captain over, she spotted a bright, violet light glowing in her pupils.

Wheezing, Red mewled, running her hands up to her chest in an animalistic fashion. “Let's get you onto the bed,” declared Yellow, worried that she had suffered a head injury.

Grabbing Red's shoulder, she lifted her to her feet, running an arm around her back for stability. The latex orb that had captured her rippled, turning back into a sphere as it rolled over to the mirror.

Yellow shrugged, more worried about her former captain. Fortunately, the strength boiling through her arms was more than sufficient to bring her over to the foot of the bed. 

Turning her around, she dropped her onto the comforter. The collar at the top of Red’s suit had expanded, turning into a ring of metal around the bottom of her throat. The purple gem at the base stared out at her, throbbing with the Queen's power. She shuddered under the gaze, knowing that each of her actions was being judged. 

“How do you feel?” she asked, frowning.

It didn’t look like she had other injuries, but she seemed dazed.

“I feel… amazing!” Red burped, frowning as she looked down.

“Why are those so big?” she wondered, wrapping her talons around the lower curve of her huge breasts.

She pressed them upwards until the enormous masses squished against the upper arches of the armored harness. Giggling, she pricked one of her nipples with a claw. “Squishy,” she murmured.

She lifted her head, giving Yellow a wicked grin. “You've been holding out on me,” she said. “You didn't say how tight this would feel.”

Yellow shrugged, returning her grin. “I can't describe every little detail. Some things you just have to experience for yourself.”

Red purred, straightening her back to give her chest a little pop. The suit tightened around her breasts, keeping them even and level. She chuckled. “I barely feel the weight at all!”

Lifting her arms, she examined her talons, twisting them back and forth as she opened and closed her hands. The tips of her fingers were a darker purple, contrasting with the lighter purple of the fingerless latex gloves running up both her arms.

“Delicious,” she proclaimed, licking her lips with a pointed tongue.

She stared at Yellow with hunger, and she couldn't resist. Leaning in, she gave her former captain a full kiss on the lips, lingering as Red placed a hand behind her head, urging her on.

Their tongues tangled together as they played, enjoying the taste. A wet pop sounded as Yellow pulled back. “Welcome to the Dark Hearts,” she purred.

The dark core in her heart pulsed. “I can't wait to share more with you,” she proclaimed. “First, though, I must finish with what my Queen has provided.”

She took a step back, lifting her hands and pressing them together. The outline of a shape appeared, summoned from negative space. Red gasped as her eyes took in the rounded top of the hard helmet. “That’s… for me?”

Yellow nodded. “You must take the place of the soldier Blue vanquished, and become one of Her lieutenants. You will join me by Her side, and the two of us will help each other to turn Blue. That is Her command.”

Taking the helmet from Yellow, Red studied the curved mushroom shape, raking her talons over the hard, red surface. It was split over the top by a wide, white stripe. Below that, there was a ruffled, white cloth piece attached, which would cover the bottom of her face, flanked on either side by yellow frills.

Red turned it around, eyes blazing with desire as she grabbed a section of the gray fabric dangling from the bottom. Without ceremony, she pulled it on over her head, working at it until the white cloth was situated over her face, the mushroom helmet propped on her head.

Smoothing the gray fabric at her neck, she turned to Yellow, clawed hands waiting calmly at her sides. The gem on her harness pulsed, the slitted pupil watching Yellow with satisfaction. A belt was now cinched around her waist over the harness, a stylized A in the center proclaiming her body as property of the Onyx Queen.

The fabric on the helmet suddenly rippled as it compressed over Red’s face, a breathy hiss coming from her lips. Within a matter of moments, it was rigid, looking like teeth, the yellow frills becoming flesh. Red groaned like an animal, yellow blobs on the helmet growing into mushroom caps. She had truly become Her monster.

There was one final touch to complete her descent into servitude. Lifting her hands a second time, she concentrated, materializing Her collar.

Raising it up, she secured it around Red’s throat. Red growled as it immediately began to glow Her color, the deep purple band becoming smaller as it locked itself in place. There, now she was complete!

Duties finished, Yellow admired her work. “You’re a perfect erotic specimen,” she sighed, stroking her shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind spending some time with you, but I’m certain our Queen will have new orders for us.”

An odd noise drew her attention. She turned towards the mirror, noting the rippling blob of rubber that was sitting nearby. She was being summoned.

Stepping up to the mirror, she crossed her arms under her enormous breasts, squeezing the flesh together. She was looking forward to playing with them more, but her Queen took priority.

Widening her stance, she stared into the mirror blankly, taking in the mushroom creature that sidled up next to her. Unlike the Queen’s former lieutenant, Red was soft and full of curves, with an incredibly lascivious body. She would very much like to sample those breasts - if the former heroine was amenable, of course.

The light in the room dimmed further, a hissing shadow forming in the darkness. Heavy weights dropped onto her shoulders, and she blinked, her heart throbbing as she noticed the heavy breasts squeezing around her head. Her arm immediately shot up.

“Hail to the Shadow Queen!” she hissed. “Glory to Negative Space! I serve!”

Red's hand shot up, too, but all that came out of her mouth was a muffled growl. She had become nothing more than a beast, to be used at her Mistress’ pleasure.

The looming head of the Queen appeared, her purple eyes glowing through the veil. Yellow detected that she was satisfied, and there was also a sense of… curiosity?

“Well done,” she whispered into Yellow’s ears, and she shivered in pleasure as her corrupted core responded.

“I wasn’t expecting you to capture her so quickly, or so thoroughly. I am pleased.” Her hands closed over Yellow’s breasts, giving them a slow squeeze.

She groaned as her body responded, her core throbbing as it resonated with the presence of her Queen. Her eyes rolled as something long tickled at her ear, curling over to stick itself inside. Her Queen was licking her!

Her thoughts fled, being sucked out of her head as her Queen manipulated her body, thighs trembling as she juiced. What a magnificent reward!

The tongue rolled around in a lazy circle, inserting further, until she felt as though it was caressing her mind. She made soft cooing noises as the pleasure centers of her brain were touched, tugged.

When the orgasm came, she was barely thinking anything at all, eyes blank as the glory of her Mistress drowned her mind like a flood. A raw hunger imbued her remaining thoughts, demanding more, needing more.

It was almost frightening, and she could sense that she was quickly losing her sense of self. While her body trembled with pleasure, fear tingled through her limbs, with the knowledge that her Queen could take everything from her with a snap of Her fingers.

Suddenly, her Mistress retreated, and the fear vanished, replaced with ecstasy. She vibrated, writhing as the Shadow Queen tweaked at her nipples.

Spurts of black fluid erupted, drenching the rubber ball which had rolled in front of her. The splatters were subsumed into its mass, the ball increasing in size as she gushed out her pleasure all over it.

Her Queen hummed in her ear. “That was only a taste of My majesty. Recruit another, and perhaps you shall have the opportunity to experience it again.”

Yellow sighed, feeling the faint itch of her Mistress’ hunger tickling her brain. It wasn't needy enough to be distracting, but it had become ever present. Internally, she praised her Queen for blessing her with a piece of Her soul.

The Queen's hand drifted over her shoulders as she moved to Red, resting a dark hand against her back. “I've been waiting for you to submit for some time,” she hissed, her breathy voice curling around them in a velvety caress.

“This was unexpected, however. You fell harder and faster than I was anticipating.” She gripped Red's neck with her claws, and the former heroine growled, her transformed face vibrating. “Still feisty. I like it. You may be a suitable candidate.”

She swirled her fingers, pointing at the rubber blob rippling next to the mirror. The blob began to morph, stretching upwards into a thin body. As the mass at the bottom pulsed, it filled out, taking on the attributes of a feminine form.

A head grew outwards from the neck, its face a blank, rubber dome with no features. A gaping hole opened up, but it made no noise, stepping forward on amorphous feet.

Red growled at it as it stopped in front of her. The gooey mass reached up a slimy arm to touch the purple gem sparkling on her harness above her chest.

Squealing with delight, the golem grabbed either side of the upper harness with both pseudo hands, its body becoming liquid as it jumped off the floor. Red grunted as the rubber thing wrapped its arms and legs over her, the creature melting into a dripping mass.

Coiling over the harness, its body disintegrated, returning to goo as it oozed over the provided framework. Within a matter of moments, the harness was coated with its dark body, the creature vanishing entirely.

“It likes you,” sighed the Queen. “Very good. The two of you shall come to Me. I have more gifts to give.”

She clapped her hands together, her misty body vanishing into the shadows. The boiling darkness closed in on them, pushing them towards the mirror.

The surface shimmered, the image of the room behind them fading as the portal opened. Yellow stepped forward confidently, recognizing the telltale swirling purple of negative space. It was time to meet their Queen.

Chapter Three

The voyage to negative space this time wasn't as disorienting as it had been the first time. The beating dark heart in her chest allowed her to detect and understand the myriad flows of space, time, and energy that surrounded them.

They were being carried along, pulled towards a central nexus where the flows met. It was the palace of their Queen.

The walls were built with dark purple bricks, flying buttresses used to support the intricate arches that led to exterior towers. The rounded edifices were as imposing as they were magnificent.

They didn't have to enter at the ground level, however. Such pedestrian modes of transit were reserved for the latex slaves that toiled below in endless labor to keep the castle spotless.

They were the Queen's lieutenants, and as such, they had the power necessary to float themselves directly to the upper balcony.

Landing with a soft whisper, Dark Heart Yellow took stock of her surroundings. The memories she had gained from communing with the Queen made all this seem familiar, even though she had never experienced it personally.

On either side of a pair of large double doors were two sets of latex covered servants, a purple A glowing on their foreheads. Their hoods covered their heads entirely, exposing only their lips, which were polished a fluorescent violet.

Their gigantic breasts sat on serving trays they carried, their nipples hidden behind heart shaped covers. This barely left any room to carry anything, but they were well equipped with towels and glasses filled to the brim with a curious, glowing substance.

The double doors creaked open and a woman stepped through, resting her clawed hands on her armored sides. Her breasts were enormous, too, but her nipples were bared, with glowing rings pinching the tips.

The rest of their expanse was covered with vented armored plates that ran up and over her shoulders, attached to spikes that broke through her skin. Her head had fins, curved over towards the rear, lending her a latent sleekness. Her visage was hidden behind a smiling, purple mask attached to her face.

She crossed her arms, resting her gauntlets against each other. “Welcome home, Shadow Hearts,” she purred. “My name is Archaea - I’m a general in the Onyx Queen’s army. It’s good to finally have you on our team. Come, have some refreshments, and join us in the Great Hall. It’s time to do some promotions, to fill our ranks before the next assault.”

She turned around, giving them a good view of her folded wings. An intricate structure formed the web between each spar, the leathery material stretched between them imbued with a hint of iron.

Her ass was well endowed, glossy purple latex stretched over her butt cheeks. A cute little tail with spikes hung low, swaying to and fro over more of the web-like membrane that spread between her legs. The delicate material ran all the way down to the tops of her boots, giving her an odd mix between avian and aquatic attributes. Whatever worked.

Overall, she cut a striking figure, intriguing Yellow. She wanted to know more about this general, and how she had come to be. Had she been stolen from Earth like them, or promoted from within the ranks?

For that matter, what was the origin of her Queen? Where had she found Her insidious powers, and how had she learned to wield them?

A shuddering pulse came from her shadow heart. It was right. She didn’t really need to know any of that. She only needed to serve.

Stepping up to one of the latex slaves, she grabbed a towel and mopped off her face, making a wicked grin as she realized that the white face paint had coagulated, effectively turning her face into a rubber mask.

This made it easier to hold her mouth open to praise her Queen - or to suck cocks, as the case may be. Only - there didn’t appear to be many male servants waiting in the wings, which was a shame. She had become so purely sexualized after her transformation, she felt that satisfying her libido was becoming more of a requirement than a want.

She’d have to seek out a partner later. For now, she’d sample this curious dessert bar, mmm, and perhaps take a sip of this strange drink. Yum.

She immediately felt refreshed, perking up. Staring at the drink a second time, she noticed a stir of arcane energy spinning through the elixir. Pure negative energy! That explained why her shadow core was so pleased with it.

Placing the glass back on the tray, she bowed to the servant, noting the woman’s quick grin of appreciation.

She grinned back, showing off her sharp teeth. If she couldn’t find anyone with a hard dick, there were certainly other options.

Setting aside her lust, for now, she followed Red through the double doors into a spacious hall. It appeared to have been built in a gothic style, like a cathedral, with the ceiling made up of multiple domes held up by tremendous stone columns.

This certainly wasn’t a place for organized religion, however, unless you considered the Onyx Queen to be a leader of a cult. Yellow certainly thought that She was worthy of praise, but she didn’t consider Her to be a deity.

The Queen owned a piece of her heart. Dark Heart Yellow was simply an extension of Her will. She lived to serve, and would do anything her Queen commanded, no matter how vile.

She watched Archaea’s tail twitch as the general led them down a red velvet carpet through an aisle of latex soldiers, their hands held rigid displaying the banners of their Queen. She didn’t recognize most of the symbols rippling above, but she would learn them all. Oh yes, she would learn!

Archaea halted in front of a set of stairs. The velvet carpet continued up to a shiny, rubber chair. Mounted above was a carved, wooden plaque, a stylized, glowing A looking down on them all. Her symbol.

Archaea lined them up, standing next to them patiently. Yellow frowned as she inspected the throne. It appeared to be made from bodies, latex covered limbs locked into various poses to make up the seat. If she looked closely, she could see the bodies straining as they tried to remain still. Kinky.

A fanfare sounded and tall, arched doors opened on either side of the throne. Several pairs of heavily armored guards marched out, bearing polearms. Their faces were hidden behind masks, glowing purple eyes fixed above eternally grim expressions.

Fanning out on either side, they slammed the butt of their weapons on the stone floor with a thunk of finality. A purple spiral appeared behind the throne, swirling with dark energy as it coalesced into a solid oval portal.

A bolt of purple energy boomed on the other side, and suddenly a cloud of billowing darkness spilled out over the floor. A slender hand appeared around the edge, followed by a veiled head, with fluted, golden horns swirling upwards.

Pendulous breasts swung low, the gold chain securing them dipping as they wobbled together, the heart shaped rings attached to her bulging nipples dancing erotically.

Below, she was wearing a filmy skirt secured about her waist. It dangled low over her wide hips, preserving some form of modesty, though the Queen did not appear to care about such things.

As she straightened up, she lifted a scepter in her other hand. The short length looked like polished gold, with a bulging, red heart sitting on top. Silver chains twisted over the bulging surface, caging the pulsing gem inside.

Her glowing eyes stared, body twisting sinuously as she moved around to the front of Her throne. Taking a seat, she laid the scepter over her knee, relaxing back into the living throne as the latex slaves groaned in pleasure at Her presence.

The portal snapped shut behind her with a buzz as She examined her new servants. “Yellow,” she said with precise diction. “I am pleased with your performance. You have embraced the corruption with all your heart and being. You have a true Dark Crystal Heart.”

Yellow's pussy clenched at being recognized by her Queen. She was barely able to stay still as she shivered with excitement.

The Queen's gaze moved towards Red. “You tried to resist, but you fell just as hard, becoming My creature in a matter of moments. Your dark heart yearned for corruption just as much as hers.”

Red snorted, but otherwise said nothing, hissing steam escaping from around the mushrooms embedded in her helmet.

Their Queen raised her hands and removed the veil. Yellow's heart throbbed as she spotted the purple mask underneath.

Eye holes were carved in the shape of half moons, dark purple stripes leading down to a hollow smile. With the mask lit from within, she looked like a laughing clown.

Yellow would never say this to Her face, of course. There was nothing clownish about this.

Besides, with how her own face had been transformed, she looked much the same. They were mirror images of each other, reflecting the voracious hunger that throbbed within their hearts.

“Both of you have earned my favor,” She hissed, her attention turning towards Yellow. “Step forward, former Crystal Heart Yellow.”

Her heart swelled as she climbed the stairs, quaking inside as she received her Queen's full attention. Wisps of color twirled around the lips of her mask, enhancing her grin.

“My most faithful servant, you have been instrumental in taking down the crystal hearts. You shall become one of my chained slaves.”

She lifted her scepter, and a latex slave ran forward, bearing a heart shaped cushion. A circular collar was sewn to the surface, along with two, hollow rings that contained an inscription engraved around the sides.

“Apply these to your body. Prove your devotion.”

The Shadow Queen's mask glowed, and she sensed a hint of uncertainty. Did She think that Yellow would suddenly have a change of heart and reveal that she had been deceiving Her all along?

If so, she was wrong. Her former life had been staid, boring, and undersexed. Her Queen had given her the one thing she had been lacking: purpose.

Without protest, she picked up the collar and wrapped it around her neck. Her jaw dropped as it reduced in size, choking her as it sealed itself in place. Grunting, she rolled her eyes to the rings, struggling to continue. She couldn’t fail her Queen now!

Picking one up, she placed it on top of her swollen nipple, wincing as it sucked her flesh through the restriction. She took a grateful breath as the collar stopped crushing her neck, applying the second ring before she could have second thoughts.

It squeezed itself into place, two tiny, glowing purple rings winking up at her. Lifting a breast, she gave it an experimental grope, groaning as pleasure tightened her skin. A purple liquid oozed from the tip, fluorescing with Her corruption.

Curious, she stuck out her tongue, curling the ridged length downwards until the tip soaked up some of the fluid. Lifting her gaze to her Queen, she pulled it back into her mouth, savoring the taste. “Is it well done, my Queen?” she hissed, her body tensing as she awaited Her approval.

The Shadow Queen tilted her head in acknowledgement. “You are now one of my lieutenants, Dark Chained Heart Yellow. Rise, and take your place at my side.”

She pointed her scepter lazily to her left, her eyes twirling with a hypnotic glow.

“Yes, my Queen,” said Yellow, feeling the dull throbbing pain of her Mistress’ rings. These were more physical evidence of her betrayal of the other crystal hearts, and she rejoiced.

Crossing over to the right side of the Queen’s throne, she turned around, folding her arms under her breasts. Her nipples twitched under the tyranny of the metallic rings, pleasure jolting into her.

If any crystal heart were unfortunate enough to be fed some of her corrupted milk, they wouldn’t see another day as a free being. They would come willingly to have their hearts chained by the Shadow Queen. As She desires.

Her Queen rested her hands over her knee, turning her attention towards Red. “Know that I would promote both of you, if I could, but there is currently only one open general spot on my roster.”

Her words of praise lifted Yellow’s spirits, and her eagerness increased. Far from feeling downcast, she was intrigued. What form would her former commander take after the Shadow Queen transformed her further?

The Onyx Queen waved her scepter towards Red. “The Heart Detector chose her, so she shall be promoted. Step forward, former Crystal Heart Red, and receive your new rank.”

Red growled, climbing the stairs to stand in front of the queen. Her clawed hands rested at her sides, glowing purple armlets clasping her arms just below her elbows. Her enormous breasts were polished a bright red by the latex that clasped them, held upright to display her proud, distended nipples.

The belt at her waist was a parody of her former costume, the armored harness squeezing at her privates in an erotic display. Yellow wondered what her former commander felt under the mushroom mask - was there anything left of the fiery individual that had led their team of crystal hearts? She suspected that they were about to find out.

Archaea climbed the stairs behind her, wrapping her hand around the tight collar that ringed Red’s neck. With a snap of her wrist, it was disconnected, the glowing circlet sputtering out. Archaea handed it to a slave standing next to her, breasts squeezing against Red’s back as she clamped her hands onto Red’s shoulders.

More latex slaves appeared, wrapping themselves around Red’s legs and torso, their blind faces pressing into her flesh as their ball gags pulsed.

Two of them stood on their tiptoes to grasp either side of the red capped helmet. They gave it a solid twist, and her face began to ripple. The subtle flows of energy swirled around, separating the material from her skin.

Red's growl turned into a gurgle as they pulled up, lifting it off her head. A shock of unkempt, fiery red hair flopped out, her sweaty pale face revealed to them. Her teeth were gritted, neck muscles tensed.

She strained against Archaea’s grip, but she was held tight, her body held in place by the slaves. Finding that she was effectively a captive, she scowled at the Queen. “It was rather cowardly of you to send one of my friends against me,” she spat. “What's the matter? Were you too afraid to make a direct attack?”

The Shadow Queen laughed, her amusement rippling through Yellow's core. “Why bother attacking when I can subvert?” she asked reasonably. “If you can turn an enemy into a friend, you've doubled your effectiveness!”

Red frowned. “Yes, but it's not right!” she protested. “Why did you have to turn my best friend into a perverted… monster?”

The Shadow Queen leaned forward, her voluptuous breasts squeezing into her knees. “Because,” she hissed. “You crystal hearts are standing in the way of my hunger, and that cannot be tolerated.”

The glowing energy in her mask crackled with agitation, belying her fixed smiling face. She raised her scepter, giving it an idle twirl. “I tire of this arguing,” she sighed. “You are already Mine, you are simply using up what little energy you have to delay the inevitable. Your body has accepted me, and with a little push, your mind will as well.”

Red shook her head in dismay. “Absolutely not. I'll never give in!”

“Shall we test that theory?” asked the Queen, folding her legs. Her breast flesh squeezed outwards, the chain tugging cruelly at her nipples. “Dress her. If she can resist the pleasure of becoming My general, I'll let her go free.”

“Really?” asked Red, looking hopeful.

Her expression firmed. “I'll only take the deal if you let Yellow go, too!” 

Yellow's brows knitted together. Red had no idea what she was asking for. Even if the Queen agreed, her heart already belonged to Her. She was Her puppet, and would only serve to drag Red into Her clutches if she were to be let free.

“Very well,” replied the Queen, her voice a liquidy caress. “Let's make the contest fair. If you survive fifteen of your Earth minutes, you win. Otherwise, you will join my army and lead my minions to conquer anyone foolish enough to stand in my way.”

Red looked determined. “Let's do it,” she said, sounding confident. “I can take anything you throw at me.”

The Queen lifted her scepter high, the chained heart flashing red. “The competition is set!” she crowed. “Bring forth the general's armor!”

Archaea slid her hands down to Red's arms, pulling them behind her. Latex slaves yanked her legs apart, prying open her hips. Red looked flustered as even more slaves filled the gallery, lifting high their heart shaped cushions bearing various items that were to be put on Red's body.

First came a pair of platform boots, a pair of slaves working to remove her heels. Red protested, but nobody paid her any attention. She had asked for this competition, and now she had to endure it. 

Her feet were jammed into the boots, glossy straps buckled. On either side were attached bulbous nacelles, with rectangular grills pointed downwards. At the top, they met with the rings clamped around her legs under her knees, the two materials meshing seamlessly as one.

Red’s face flushed as she trembled, the harness rippling on her body. “You’ve cheated!” she cried out as the harness began to melt into a viscous goo, spreading out over her body.

“Did I?” asked the Queen, folding her arms. The nipple chain jingled over the top as she forced her breasts together. “You didn’t ask for any restrictions, so I can play with you in any way I like. Keep trying, crystal heart. It wouldn’t be fun if you gave in too quickly.”

Red gasped as the goo flowed together, coating her breasts. They throbbed, jolting as they increased in size, her nipples protruding even further. Sighing, Red threw her head back and grunted as black fluid squirted from the tips.

“Does it feel good?” taunted the Queen. “Can you feel the corruption coiling in your core? Your crystal heart is already shattered, and it’s only a matter of time before it’s replaced by My hunger.”

Latex slaves appeared at her sides, bearing metallic pauldrons which they attached to her shoulders with audible clicks. The armor arched up on either side, almost to her ears, swooping down to angled grills which glowed red hot. There came a whirring sound and a smoky, red mist began to be exhausted.

The Queen sighed and the glow of her mask subdued. “It always feels good to watch the fall of an enemy, but perhaps I worked up My expectations too high. In the end, you never really stood a chance. Why even bother resisting?”

Red tilted her head down and glared at the Queen, her voluptuous breasts lurching as she breathed hard. “You might have control over my body, but, ooh, you can’t control my mind!”

“Not directly,” hissed the Queen, “but what you feel influences your thinking. You still have another ten minutes to go. Do you really think that you can resist the pleasure I’m giving you that long? You can feel the hunger skirting around the corners of your mind, can’t you? Let it in, and all of this will stop. You can free yourself to be Mine. You don’t have to resist.”

Red bit her lip, her talons twitching behind her back as her hips bucked. Her body was now coated in the dark latex, her skin glistening like that of the latex slaves. The harness had reformed into a V-shaped strip of fabric that ran over the top of her crotch, the indentations of her clitoris and pussy clearly visible underneath.

A wet stain was spreading over her thighs, a prominent indication of how her body was being manipulated under the layers of latex. It probably wouldn’t take much more for her to give in, and Yellow felt the hunger rousing within her. She wanted to touch and lick, to taste every corner of Red’s body.

She couldn’t make a move without the Queen’s command, however, and it didn’t seem as though Red would last much longer anyway. A slave was approaching with nipple rings similar to the ones she wore, and once they went on, Red would stand little chance of resisting the Queen’s advances.

A faceless slave halted in front of Red with the rings, while another lifted them up to one of her breasts. Red finally recognized the danger, shaking her head.

“Stop! No!” she shouted, but the slaves weren't hers to command. 

The slave grasped both sides of her breast firmly, working her way to the front until the nipple protruded even farther outwards. The ring was placed on top, the inscription flaring as it sucked itself down.

Yellow grinned, feeling the resonance in her own nipple rings. The song of their Mistress was calling to them, corruption beckoning her children.

Red stiffened as the second nipple ring was emplaced, but the slave wasn’t done yet. Smearing her fingers in the spurts of milk that wet the tips of Red’s breasts, she painted opposing triangles above and below each breast, highlighting the glowing rings.

Returning to the cushion, she retrieved two purple pearls. The slave’s rubbery mouth gaped open as she stuffed each one into the tips of Red's nipples, stoppering up the ends.

Red gaped, shaking as her breasts became even more swollen. “You… you!” she hissed, unable to finish the thought.

“Five more minutes,” interrupted the Queen. “I expected you to succumb before being granted the rings of submission. There isn't much time left now.”

“That's right,” spat Red, her eyes blazing with anger. “You might be driving my nipples crazy, but you don't own my soul.”

The Queen said nothing, her thoughts impenetrable under the mask. Finally, she turned to Yellow. “Finish her off,” she ordered, her voice harsh.

Yellow's heart thrilled at the command, pleased that she'd be able to contribute directly to Red's final downfall. “As you please, my Queen,” she said, bowing low.

Turning her eyes to Red, she chuckled as she saw her friend blanche. She knew what was coming.

Savoring her expression, Yellow stalked towards her, stretching herself out to her full height. Slowing to a halt, she stared down at her former comrade, her body quivering under the onslaught of the changes wrought by Her corruption.

Reaching out, she set a hand on her shoulder, concentrating hard. Her face twisted, the mask of her Mistress vanishing as she put it away, showing Red her original face. “Is this what you’re hoping for, Akai Sogo? That you can appeal to my emotions and bring forth the goodness that still lives somewhere within me?”

Red breathed in short puffs, dismay and alarm showing in fleeting instants. Yellow gave her a dark grin, waiting a few, long moments until it settled on despair. “That’s right. In the end, you couldn’t say anything at all. You already know that you’ll accept. You’ll fall, and become Her general, because no other outcome is possible.”

She grabbed Red’s fat breast, giving it a cruel squeeze. “You can feel your broken heart. Her power is tangled up in all the shards, waiting for you to let go. To give in.”

Yellow leaned over, pressing her lips over Red’s beringed nipple, giving the rounded pearl piercing at the end a soft nudge. Puckering her lips, she sucked at her former friend’s flesh, tasting the sweat mixed with sweet corruption. Red shook, balling her hands into fists, but there was nothing she could do but moan.

Popping her mouth off, Yellow sighed. “Look at you. You have the body of a slutty bimbo, and all you need is a reason to use it.”

“Can’t… won’t give in,” Red sighed, but Yellow could see the purple hue of her lips.

The sickness was in her. It was time to finish this. “You’re too far gone already, Akai. All that remains is for you to embrace Her, and fall.”

Red shook her head, true fear showing as she pulled back. Archaea snaked her hands around Red's torso and grabbed at her breasts. Leaning in, she whispered something into Red's ear, and her eyes seemed to lose some of their life.

Yellow grinned fanatically and knelt, focusing on Red’s rubber coated clit. Placing a hand on top, she gave a mental order, waiting patiently as the coating rippled, tightening up until the fleshy bit was better defined. Yes, this was part of Her hunger, too.

Placing her mouth on top, she let go of the illusion she had been holding, letting her face revert to the stiff mask of her Mistress. All of her favored soldiers wore the mask, just like Her, and she was proud to bear it.

Swirling her tongue around in circles, she poked at Red's sensitive flesh, pleased at how her former commander's muscles clenched. Her pussy was wet, dripping with corrupt fluids generated by her remodeled organs. 

Moving her tongue, she cleaned up the mess, choking down the pure corruption. Tasty! If Red's body was generating this, her mind couldn't be far behind!

She redoubled her efforts, wrapping her rubber hands around Red's thighs. Licking as fast as she could, she pushed her head in, planting her nose against Red’s mons. She sucked, basking in the damp atmosphere of her vagina.

Red’s muscles began to clench, and she knew she had her. Moving her tongue, she pinched her lips together, latching onto Red’s clitoris. Red cried out in despair, her body twitching as it succumbed to Yellow’s depredations.

Yellow continued to play with her clit like a cat playing with a mouse until Red stopped making noises, her body slumping into Archaea. Good. Now, to see the results.

Her face gradually fell back into a gaping O shape as she retreated, smoothly standing. Red’s face was sweaty, her head lolling.

Archaea was still whispering into her ear, power throbbing in her mask. Red nodded along, dull eyed.

The Queen’s general stopped talking, hefting the fallen heroine in her grip. “She has failed,” declared Archaea. “Her body betrayed her, and her mind collapsed. She is ready to be remade in Your image, my Queen.”

“Very good,” hissed the Shadow Queen, fondling her scepter. “Replace the collar, and have her put on the mask.”

“As you command,” nodded Archaea, retrieving the doughnut shaped collar that was being proffered by a latex slave.

She slipped it around Red’s throat, clicking the end shut. It regained its color as it pulled itself tight over the woman’s rubber coated neck. Red gurgled as she stood up straight. There was little intelligence in her gaze, only the warm glow of satisfaction.

A latex slave nudged Yellow’s arm. She was holding another cushion, this one bearing a pale, violet mask, with animal ears peeking out the top.

The cutouts for the eyes were arranged in a similar fashion to the mask the Queen wore, thin crescents curving downwards to lend it a sense of jollity. Two black eyebrows were marked high on the mask, tilted downwards towards the faint indent of the nose.

Gray mirrored half moons connected the eyebrows to the eye slits, the sharp tips at the bottom terminating at its cheeks. The mouth hole was a tall oval, extremely small, as if the wearer was about to fill her lips with a manly length.

Once fitted over Red’s face, this would become her. This would be her.

Her hands trembled as she lifted the mask with reverence, flipping it over. The concave interior had a purple shimmer, imbued with Her power. Once it went on, it wasn’t coming off.

Red’s eyes flicked downwards, a faint trace of fear detectable as Yellow lifted it towards her face. A long, hissing sigh escaped her lips as Yellow pressed it into place, changing from distress to satisfaction.

Yellow let go, watching as Red lifted her head. A purple glow shone on the mask where her eyes would be, her lips fixed into the tall oval.

Her expression was rigid for a long while, and then the eyebrows on the mask shifted, the lips stretching into a wide grin. “Thank you for this,” she breathed, her voice a low murmur. “I never would have given in without you.”

Yellow pressed her hands together and made a short bow. “Thank the Queen. We owe our existence to Her.”

Red’s rubbery face flexed, her smile turning back into the O. Turning to the Queen, she raised her arm. “Hail to the Onyx Queen!” she shouted. “Glory to Negative Space! I serve!”

“We serve!” roared the servants scattered all over the hall.

The Shadow Queen nodded her head, rising from her throne. Taking a step forward, she placed her scepter against Red’s shoulder, her laughing mask glowing with triumph. The tip of the scepter pulsed, and Red jolted, her nipple rings glowing in response.

“Welcome to my army, Dark Chained Heart Red. You are now my newest general. With you in charge, I will see to the downfall of all who bear the crystals.”

Red placed her clawed hands against her chest, wrist against wrist, talons curling up on either side to frame the orbs of her enormous breasts. “I will do whatever you command, Mistress,” she hissed. “I exist to serve.”

“So you shall,” murmured the Queen. “But to do so, you will need to be enhanced further. Upgraded.” She raised her voice. “Bring in the mutation vat!”

The great doors at the end of the hall creaked open, the latex slaves moving aside to make room. A loud chant filled the hall as a large, metal cauldron rolled onto the stone floor, mounted on a platform with wooden wheels.

The sound it made as it trundled over the cobblestones mixed with the chant vibrating the hollow, latex heads of the slaves. It was in a language Yellow didn't understand, but the pulsating thrum of the rough voices soothed her as the cauldron rattled to a halt.

A set of wooden stairs was rolled up to the side, banner laden slaves moving into a line in front. The Queen rose from her throne, proceeding down the steps towards the vat, her feet seeming to float over the ground.

Archaea stood aside, a bright look on her mask as she saluted her Queen. After She had passed, she followed, tail swishing as they headed towards the boiling cauldron.

Red and Yellow slipped in behind, following the implicit order. Yellow’s heart rose as they approached, sensing from the chanting that this was an unusual occurrence. Just what did the Queen have planned for them? 

The banners rippled as the Queen swished past, the slaves dipping their staves to acknowledge her presence. Her dark purple cloak swirled over the wide, wooden stairs as she climbed, the tension in Yellow's heart rising. She got the sense that they were about to see something horrible, or wonderful.

The Queen stopped at the top on a small wooden platform, a clawed hand wrapped around a railing as she turned around. She waited, hunger glowing in Her eyes as her new servants halted, giving her their full attention.

The surface of the vat roiled and bubbled behind her, filled with a toxic mixture of a dark purple substance. There were steps leading down to the bottom where a large gem glowed, filling the cauldron with a sinister light.

“This is for you, my new general.” She sighed, placing a hand on top of an exposed breast and giving it a stroke. “I can’t wait to see what you’ll become.”

Red took a step forward, looking uncertain as she stared at the toxic goop. Yellow didn’t blame her - she wouldn’t enter the boiling vat without a direct order. It looked terrifying.

And yet, Red was moving closer to the edge, her expression becoming ever more uncomfortable as she began to teeter. Even with the mask, some small part of Red’s soul might be resisting.

“Step in, my slave,” hissed the Queen. “It’s impossible to know what you will become until the shadow liqueur has had a chance to work on your body.”

Red’s hands relaxed, her muscles tensing as the hollow glow in her eyes intensified. “Yes, my Queen,” she hissed, crouching down to make a great leap, right into the center of the vat.

Suddenly terrified, Yellow took a step back as the splash washed over the platform, her body speckled with purple goo. She hissed at the pinpricks of pain that danced over her torso, but they soon faded into her rubber coated body.

That was distracting, but she was more interested in what was happening inside the vat. Rays of light from the gem were reflecting off the sides, impacting Red’s body, which was sinking to the bottom. 

A phrase hissed from the Queen’s lips in a dark language, and she raised her scepter. The chained heart within throbbed, and the liquid began to churn, spinning like a sawmill.

Red threw her head back, mask opened in a scream as the rays of light penetrated her body. She writhed under the effects of the corruption, limbs twisting at awkward angles as the fluid began to cloud up.

Soon, there was nothing visible at all but hissing steam. The Queen looked satisfied as she lowered the scepter, the boiling abating as the liquid settled into a glassy sheen. “Rise, my general,” she whispered. “Show them what it means to be Mine.”

The fluid at the edge of the vat rippled, a head breaching the surface. First came the animal ears of the mask, tinged purple by the fluid, darker half circles mounted on the interior.

Her domed head pushed through the waves, revealing rigid, curved ears at the sides of her face that fanned outwards. The undersides arched upwards, dotted with glowing purple shards that looked like earrings.

There didn’t appear to be any seam where the mask connected to her face. It was almost as though she had been dipped in rubber, coming out with an even coating. Her new head could barely even be considered human any more - the Queen had changed her into something alien.

The tips of her armored shoulders appeared, swooping outwards as she confidently marched up the stairs. Her massive breasts bobbed with pride, nipples outstretched with glowing rings and pearls, clawed hands swinging as the fluid dripped back into the cauldron.

Her skin had been colored a light purple, arms and thighs contrasting with a darker hue. It was difficult to tell whether these were different thicknesses of the latex coating, but in practicality, it didn’t matter. She had become Her general.

Her body was a walking billboard of her Queen’s might, the radiators on her pauldrons hissing as they exhaled a toxic, purple cloud. The bands around her lower arms pulsed as she stopped on the top step, mask leering as she awaited her Mistress’ approval.

The hollow glow in the Queen’s mask brightened as she took in her newest commander. “You are magnificent!”

She lifted the scepter, pressing the tip onto the evil gem mounted to her breastbone. It flashed as swirls of power transferred between them, and Red shuddered in pleasure.

“With a new body, you deserve a new name!” She hissed. “From henceforth, you shall be called ‘Soul Stealer Red,’ leader of the Chained Hearts.” The Shadow Queen roared, her words expanding to fill the hall. “Let all who hear your name quake in your presence!”

Red’s mask twisted into a dark grin, her hand shooting up to salute her Queen.

Chapter Four

The street lights flickered as dark portals opened up on the grass verge, spilling forth a small advance party. With a general and her lieutenant on the scene, there shouldn’t be anything here that could conceivably stop them. Except for Blue, but she has no idea what has happened!

“I will set up a perimeter and commence the attack,” declared Soul Stealer Red. “You should transform and lie in wait. Blue is likely to come sniffing as soon as an anomaly is detected.”

“What should I do if she brings reinforcements?” growled Yellow.

“I do not think that is a likely scenario. Our Blue has always been intensely arrogant. She believes that her plans are superior to mine.” The general's masked alien face curled into a malicious grin. “We shall soon put that to the test.”

When Yellow shot her a questioning look, Red shrugged her armored shoulders. “Grab her, if possible, or go back with her and corrupt her. It doesn’t matter, in the end. Either way, She will be victorious.”

She straightened up, looking erotic and imperious. “Execute!”

Yellow bowed. “Yes, Mistress,” she hissed, clasping her hands over her transformation gem.

She hated doing this, bemoaning its necessity. Hiding her Queen's gifts made her feel dirty, unloved. The Queen's hunger should be shared, not hidden!

Concentrating, she sucked all of her Queen's gifts into her core, feeling her skin crinkling as the latex debonded. It rolled up, vanishing into the gem on her breastbone and the logo on her belt, glowing a sickly purple as it compacted inside.

She could feel her spirit quaking at the pressure, but her capacity to hold it had increased. It looked like she was going to get a lot of practice with this kind of deception. Oh, goody.

She really shouldn't complain. She used to be the least of them, the weakest crystal heart, and look at her now! She'd wager her new strength could beat the likes of Blue any day of the week!

This wasn't a stand up fight, though, and they were playing for keeps. No funny business.

Sighing, she checked out her outfit, frowning at how small her breasts appeared under the tight, yellow latex. They were nice and all, but not big, bouncing, and bountiful.

At least there were small indentations where her nipples sat, a sign of her fecundity. Perhaps she'd get an opportunity to feed Blue some of her corruptive milk, pressing her mammoth breasts up against the heroine’s lips until her flesh smashed flat against Blue’s face!

Damn, she was getting distracted! This was no time to be ditzy, or Red might complain about her performance.

Giving the bottom of her dress a little stretch, she sighed and fixed her gloves, flexing her hands. Unhurried, she walked down the sidewalk towards the t-intersection on the other end of the street. 

Some of the pedestrians had finally noticed their presence, shouting in panic as they began to flee. They had arrived during rush hour, giving them plenty of business commuters to snatch off the streets.

They should thank them for injecting some excitement into their humdrum lives. Those who were captured would become devoted sexual slaves of the Queen, pleasing her in any way She desired. Wouldn't that be glorious?

Pausing next to a mailbox, she watched as two latex slaves jumped a man, his suitcase slamming to the ground as he called out for help.

A blob of latex was placed in his mouth, cutting off a scream. It throbbed and spun, threads of rubber spurting out and wrapping around his head.

As they built up, he blubbered, but it was too late for him to escape. The latex slaves were stripping him, right there on the street, ignoring any sense of decency. 

First came the jacket, then the shirt and trousers, leaving him in his underwear. Body rigid, he stood up straight as a purple logo glowed on his forehead. 

The latex ball gag in his mouth was flashing, the coating covering his eyes and pushing into his ears. He was already becoming another faceless soldier of the Queen - there were just a few more steps to go! 

A collar was secured around his neck as another slave ripped off his underwear, taking his expanding length into her mouth. The man twisted his body as he tried to get away, but a female soldier pressed her large breasts into his back, cooing in his ear.

The collar pulsed with an evil glow, and his struggles began to subside. Heart shaped covers were fastened over his nipples, headphones placed on his head. His eyes became cloudy, and he moaned in pleasure.

The latex slave sucking on his dick pulled her head back, replacing her rubber coated mouth with a cylindrical sheath, slipping it all the way down until it swallowed his length. It pulsated, gems embedded on the exterior glowing as it pushed itself up before sinking back down.

His body shook as latex rippled over his skin, transforming him right before their eyes into a new slave. The globe in his mouth flashed as his cum squirted into the sheath, harnessing his carnal desires for Her purpose.

His hand popped up as he hailed the Queen, and the latex slaves attending him turned to look for another target, the built-in dildos pulsing in their pussies to reward them for their efforts. It was as simple as that!

She crossed her arms, tapping her foot on the sidewalk. Now, where was Blue? The hero should have shown up by now. Maybe she just needed to pretend to be in peril?

Ugh. This was starting to become a thing, wasn’t it?

It might be worth a second try, but Blue would be suspicious if she set it up the same way. She should pretend that she was observing the assault instead, perhaps, gathering intel. Yes, that would deflect suspicion!

Scurrying down to the end of the block, she ran around the corner, crouching down behind a planter. “Guest,” she whispered, clasping a hand over the ring circling her lower arm. “I have eyes on an invasion squad. Are you picking this up?”

Her vision buzzed, a small projection appearing on top of the planter. “I cannot condone this, Mistress,” said the familiar voice of the AI. “The original plan was to group together before facing another assault.”

“We can’t just do nothing while civilians are being kidnapped!” Yellow protested, slamming her palm against the concrete edge of the planter.

“We are doing something,” replied the AI mildly. “We are trying to figure out where you and Red have gone. You’ve been missing all day.”

Yellow groaned. “Sorry about that. Red said she had discovered something important, and she’s been dragging me all over the place. I just kind of… forgot to report in!”

The blue globe twisted in a fashion that signaled irritation. “I wish you wouldn’t do that,” it complained. “It’s impossible to make a plan if everybody runs off and does their own thing.”

Yellow shook her head. “Sorry about that, you know Red. Hey, but if you’re worried about her, she’s here. Send Blue over and we’ll get her briefed on the situation.”

The orb pulsed and spun, giving her pause. Did it suspect something? 

Eventually, the revolving rectangles snapped shut around the core, the globe slowing to a stop. “Very well. She’s been extremely worried about you. Don’t be too harsh with her.”

What did it mean? Shouldn’t that be the other way around? Blue was likely to flay her alive for forgetting the time. She’d just deflect the blame to Red - she was the commander, so she should take responsibility, right?

She chuckled to herself. It was funny how easily she fell back into the same line of thinking, though her situation had changed.

Everything was different, now. She just had to show Blue the truth.

It wouldn’t be long before they were all together again, a nice, happy enslaved little group of chained heart sluts worshiping their Queen. She couldn’t wait!

A blue spiral formed behind her, a spinning whirlwind presaging the appearance of Blue. She twisted her face into a scowl, folding her arms. “What the hell are you doing here?” she asked. “Are you a fool? There's no way we can defeat forces of this magnitude on our own!”

“Get down!” hissed Yellow, snagging her arm and pulling her into the shadow of the planter next to her. “If they see us, they'll attack! They seem to be grabbing anything that moves!

Blue's scowl deepened. “Okay, then, what are we dealing with?”

“There's a lieutenant and a general on the scene,” whispered Yellow. “We haven't seen this one before, so I'm trying to get a feel for its abilities.”

“What does it look like?” A look of concern flitted over her face. “Wait, where is Red?”

“Shh, they're coming!” hissed Yellow, placing a hand over her mouth.

A pair of latex slaves rounded the corner, the purple A glowing on their foreheads. Their heads tilted towards Yellow, the ball gags pulsing.

A cry of alarm came from the other side of the street, and suddenly, the soldiers began to run, making unintelligible noises through their gags.

When they had gone, Blue let out the breath she had been holding. “This is damn dangerous!” she said, sounding hysterical. “We should leave, now!”

“Hold on,” replied Yellow, doing her best to sound analytical. “I need another good look for my report.”

Standing, she crept to the corner of the hedge, peering around the edge. “Hmm, they started with a small group, but this is more soldiers than I've seen on previous assaults,” she said idly. “It looks like they’re gearing up for a large-scale invasion.”

“Let me see,” whispered Blue, clutching her arm. “Wait, I don’t see that general or the lieutenant you were talking about. Where did they go?”

“Right here,” barked Red from behind them.

They both spun around, Blue looking even cooler than usual. “What the hell is that?” she asked, staring up at the floating woman, gulping as she spotted her bulging breasts hanging low, tight rings glowing around her nipples.

“It’s a general!” hissed Yellow. “We’re not equipped to handle this, we need to retreat! Use your teleporter, you’re faster with it than me!”

“Okay,” groaned Blue, placing her hands against the crystal on her chest. “Heart Power Teleport!” she shouted, pulling on the innate ability granted to her by their alien benefactor.

As a swirl of blue began to appear, a gust of wind blew from the vents on Red’s pauldrons, tossing them both to the ground. Blue lost her concentration, grunting as she struggled back to her feet.

“Shit!” she shouted, her face pale as she spotted the approaching latex soldiers. “Why the hell is that thing wearing a heart crystal?”

Yellow scrambled over to her. “That’s one of the things I’ve been trying to figure out!” she groaned. “That thing is Red. They took her and changed her, and I’m looking for a way to turn her back!”

“You what?” roared Blue. “That’s an important damn fact you should have mentioned when I arrived! What the fuck has been going on around here?”

She was trying to resummon her portal, but Yellow’s distraction had come at an inopportune moment. Her powers sparked, but the blue swirl of the teleportation field failed to materialize.

“Don’t you get it?” hissed Yellow. “Red fought her best, but she couldn’t seem to escape their hypnotic abilities. If we don’t find a countermeasure, we’re all going down. In the end, they captured her, just like we’ll do to you.”

She grabbed Yellow’s arms, pulling them behind her back. “What?” shrieked Blue, trying to turn her head towards Yellow to understand the situation, but things were moving fast now.

The former Red landed in front of them with a burst from her jets, reaching forward with her talons to grab Blue’s head. Leaning in, she clamped her lips on top of Blue, sticking her tongue deep inside.

Blue groaned, trying to pull away from her, but it was too late. Latex soldiers had arrived, clamping onto her sides like limpet mines.

The ruse was over, so Yellow let out a full throated laugh, letting the corruption roll over her body. Flesh spilled out of her chest, squeezing against Blue's back as she held her tight. “You were right to question where we had gone,” she hissed. “You had no way of knowing that the enemy was right in front of your nose.

Red pulled back, giving Blue a triumphant grin, her hollow mouth pulsing with the Queen's malignant power. “You belong to us,” she wheezed. “The final member of our group, the most cerebral of the crystal hearts, ours at last.”

Befuddled, all of the fight went out of Blue. “But how?” she whispered. “Why didn't Guest warn me that no crystal hearts were detected in the field?”

“Who knows?” chuckled Yellow. “It's possible the AI got confused. For all we know, a chained heart could look like a crystal heart if she suppresses her true nature.”

“It doesn't matter,” hissed Red, a purple cloud of steam emitting from her vents. “We have one final chained heart to create, and then we'll become the group we were always meant to be!” 

Reaching behind her back, she disconnected the pair of hoses that attached to her pauldrons, pulling them up next to her swollen breasts. A latex slave handed her a half mask, and she attached the hoses to either side of the mouthpiece, grinning at Blue. “When you breathe this in, imagine the pleasure you will receive when you submit to our Queen in person. I guarantee that the experience will be positively orgasmic.”

Blue jerked against Yellow's embrace, but there was little she could do as Red crammed the mask onto her face. For a time, she held her breath, but that was only a delaying tactic. Soon enough, she was forced to take in a breath of the corrupting gas.

Her whole body tensed, then relaxed, the air hissing through her lungs. “Feel it seep into you,” cooed Yellow. “As it infuses your veins, you feel pleasure. Let yourself float away from your body as it begins to transform, accepting the Queen’s truth within you.”

She could feel her words taking effect, Blue’s body sinking into her arms as the gas took hold of her mind. She was feeling rather aroused herself, her beringed breasts squirting black fluid onto Blue’s back as she pressed them into her skin.

Red had the same thought, grunting as she tugged at her flesh, working her way up to her fat nipples. The pearls at the tips glowed more intensely as Red leaned over, pressing her fingers inside.

Her flesh gave under the pressure, fluid spurting out around the edges. Moving her chest back and forth, she sprayed Blue, using her breasts like garden hoses to cover Blue’s body in the viscous fluid.

Blue was helpless to resist this assault, breathing in another lungful of the Queen’s corruption. The fluid began to reorganize, spreading out over Blue’s uniform. Soaking into her latex bodysuit, it changed the intrinsic chemical composition, transforming it into an outfit befitting her new Mistress.

The physical changes now began, her ears becoming pointed as they shot out from her head on either side. Small fins appeared on her arms, just below the elbows, the sharp edges attaching into her armlets. Similar ridges grew on her legs, a small tail poking out of her butt. Before long, she was going to be a true monster.

Yellow stopped holding her arms, snaking her hands around Blue’s sides to clutch at her belt. “Can you feel the corruption flow through you?” she asked, taking in a deep breath to force her breasts deeper into Blue’s back.

“Yessss,” sighed Blue, closing her eyes as a long breath hissed through the front of the gas mask. “I am… what am I?” she asked, sounding confused.

“You are… beautiful. Once you are Her creature, you’ll be marvelous. Just a little bit more. Accept her presence within you. Embrace Her.”

Blue’s feet trembled as she lifted them, kicking off her sensible footwear. A latex slave removed her socks, revealing her dark, blue feet. A webbing was growing between them, the bones flattening out as they fanned wider into what looked like flippers.

Her tail was growing longer, spikes extending down its length. A ridge appeared on her lower back, armor appearing over her spine, running all the way up to her neck.

“Why does this feel so damn good?” she complained, her voice muffled in the mask.

“You've been given Her gift,” Red growled. “Her hunger. Can you feel it coiling within you?”

“Yes,” whispered Blue, her eyes blinking rapidly. “It’s… dangerous!”

Red laughed. “And now, it's yours. To grow, to feed. Use it well.”

The top of Blue’s head bulged, thin fins sprouting from either side. “I will,” she replied, taking an eager breath. “I will!”

Not satisfied with tracing the A on Blue's belt, Yellow moved her hands up to Blue's breasts, which were rapidly filling out. Working around the front, she placed her thumb and forefingers on the transformed woman's nipples.

In this position, she had complete control, teasing and tugging as she liked. This was almost as good as being transformed herself, her breasts hot and heavy as she groaned out her pleasure at turning her former friend into the Queen's slave.

Blue sighed, breathing in short little bursts as her body trembled. “Please, please,” she groaned. “I can feel it growling within me. It must be fed!”

Red nodded. “We will feed your need. You must be strong if we are to handle the next wave of crystal hearts. They are sure to regroup once they realize what She has done to us.”

She turned her head towards a small group of latex slaves that had gathered while she was speaking. “Do you see? They smelled our need, and have arrived to service us.”

Their sleek bodies were hidden under a layer of polished black rubber, the coating extending to their hard dicks, which wobbled silently, waiting for a warm pussy to sheathe their lengths. Yellow stopped playing with Blue’s breasts, feeling her hunger rising. “Yes,” she rumbled. “I can’t contain myself! I need to be filled!”

Moving around Blue, she chose one of the slaves, gesturing at him. The faceless drone padded across the pavement, pressing his head into the gap between her breasts.

She grabbed his back and pulled him closer, sighing with encouragement. “Yes, slave, pleasure me. Give me all that you have. Give it all to Her.”

She opened her muscled thighs, humming as her vagina sucked his dick straight into her core. Picking up his legs, she wound them around her thick hips, pulling at his ass to ensure that he was properly seated inside her. From this position, he could continue to fuck her, while she cooed and stroked his back.

Turning around, she pressed her fat, rubbery lips together, an erotic moan escaping her mouth at the sight of Blue’s transformed body. Her breasts had expanded, flopping over her belly, the thick nipples leaking as Blue sweated like a pig.

Her hips had enlarged, muscles rippling down her legs as she levered herself open willingly for the slave that was descending onto her pussy. Her eyes glowed a deep purple, body shaking as she took another pull of the shadowy haze being fed to her from Red’s armor.

A dumb smile appeared as the latex soldier pushed into her, the two of them rocking together in a pleasant haze. Blue would never have considered doing anything like this just a few minutes ago, showing off the extent of her corruption.

Red reached down and pulled off the mask. Blue groaned in protest, but she was too far gone to resist. Her mouth opened in a strained grin, revealing a row of shark teeth that were growing over her lips.

The hunger had seized her, and she couldn’t stop herself now. She only needed one more thing to seal her devotion to the Queen.

Red clapped her hands together, and the air around them hissed, a bubble of negative space blocking out the human world. Pulling them back apart, she revealed a rounded mask. Yes, this would seal the deal!

She breathed with barely contained excitement as Red knelt in front of Blue, holding it out for her to see. Blue stared at it blankly, not understanding what it meant.

“Welcome to the ranks, Dark Chained Heart Blue. This is only the start,” cackled Red. “You shall be one of the seeds from which we will build our new team of shadow slaves.”

Blue's eyes rolled as the mask was placed on her face. Body vibrating, her arm shot up. “Hail to the Queen of Shadow!”

Yellow chuckled as their bodies faded away, pulled into negative space by their Mistress. Blue was theirs, and soon there would be nothing to stand in their way!

Just wait, crystal hearts! Your turn will come!

Her nipples throbbed as she rammed the soldier’s turgid dick into her pussy. She grunted as she orgasmed, praising the Shadow Queen.

Hail to the Queen!