The End

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In which my adventure concludes

I gave Qual a little tickle in the tummy and sent her on her way. Sorel had moved behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I want in," she said.

"Excuse me?" I asked, surprised.

"Well, there's no way I can fight you, and I figure you couldn't screw up the world any more than it is now."

"That's it? No recriminations about my subversion of free will? No threats to destroy my evil reign of terror?"

Sorel laughed. "It's perverted, but hardly evil. I don't think you have evil in you, Quinn. Or Tama Hama. Or whoever you are."

"Quinn."

"Well, Quinn, I'm still Sorel. And I despite everything that happened I'm still the same person who set out on this adventure a month ago. And you know why I joined our little party, right? I wanted power. And while I always assumed I would find it in some dusty manuscript or some glowing relic, I have found it. It's not what I imagined, but it's in you. In us. Quinn, you're about to change the world, and I want to get in on the ground floor."

"Are you sure? Because there are bound to be powers who will try to stop me that we haven't even considered yet."

"It doesn't matter. I like who I am now. I like how I feel now. I like being a woman." She cupped her magnificent breasts which were identical to mine. I really needed to take more time to admire our racks. "What you're doing...well, it's kind of how."

She grabbed me by the hands and looked into my eyes. "But there's more to it, Quinn. Even if you wanted to turn the whole world into donkeys, I would stand by you. I care about you. I love you. I'm so glad it was you that found this power."

And just like that, I had my first follower.

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Epilogue

Sorel and I made love for a month. With immortal bodies that needed neither food nor sleep, we could focus on what was really important. Even without using my powers, we could bring each other to heights of bliss and remain in that state for hours. I used my transformative powers to try out some really freaky stuff, adding limbs, sex organs, and even trying sex as entirely new species. Always we came back to the form of the goddess, for in it we found perfection. We could feed off of each other's pleasure, and use it to fuel our own orgasmic joy.

I would have gone on for centuries, but it was Sorel who reminded me that a month had passed. I was curious to see how the world was progressing towards the wonderland I had imagined. Gathering Ev and Aleandra, who had done a great job of rehabilitating the manor over the past month, I closed my eyes and wished us to Viridistan. Viridistan was the largest city in the world. It was about a thousand miles to the west, and it was a major cult center of Tama Hama. Somehow, it seemed fitting.

When I opened my eyes we were there, in the great public square in front of the palace. It was the middle of the day and, as expected, it was crowded with people. But what people! Every single person in sight was a beautiful woman, each so lovely that the old Quinn would have killed just to be in their presence. Each had an angelic face, a slender, lithe figure, and impossibly large and round breasts. Most were human, but I also saw all varieties of elves, some cat-girls, and even a few centaurs. Mermaids frolicked in the public fountains. Several fairies buzzed about, each identical to the form I had given Qual, sprinkling dust which would ensure these beauties would stay young, healthy and gorgeous forever. And everywhere I looked, these lovelies showed affection to each other. Even as they went about their business, strangers kissed as they passed. Merchants and their clients fondled each other. And there was no taboo against couples making love in the streets. I could feel myself growing aroused at the sight of my earthly paradise.

But then everything seemed to stop as the throng grew aware of my presence. They knew me for what I was, and they bowed to me. The busiest city in the world grew quiet, awaiting my proclamation. I amplified my voice and addressed them.

"People of Viridistan, my people, you please me with your beauty. Now please me with your bodies and your lust. Your pleasure will be my power, and my power will be your eternal joy. Today is a day of celebration!"

And with those words, strangers fell upon each other in a mob of passion. A city of sixty thousand became one giant orgy. Ev and Aleandra were going at it at my feet, and Sorel embraced me from behind, grabbing my nipples and nibbling my ear.

It was good to be the goddess.

Qual's new form

You know, I never cared much for dwarves. Qual is much better as a sexy pixie.

In which I improve a dwarf, and lay my plans for the world

"Qual, give it up. You know you can't win," I said, as calmly as I could. I was always quick on my feet. With my apotheosis, Qual's swings seemed to come in slow-motion. I could have turned his axe to a swarm of butterflies, I could have changed Qual's mind for him, but I wanted this to play out. One willing convert would have been nice. All I had to do was step out of the way of what looked like lazy, slow swings of Qual's axe.

"Then I shall make a statement!" Qual said boldly. "I shall go down swinging against evil incarnate."

I sighed. There was just no pleasing some people. I decided to emply some of my power, so that with each swing of his weapon, Qual became smaller and slighter. A swing at my head, and he was suddenly too small for his armor. breastplate and greaves fell clattering to the floor. Another swipe at my midsection, and Qual's midesction clenched in while his hips flared out. His loincloth hung limply over where his member used to be. A final desperate attempt to cleave me in two saw two round, firm breasts appear on his chest and his facial features turn dainty and feminine. Now too frail to hold his axe anymore, Qual dropped his weapon and fell to his knees, sobbing. He, or rather she, was barely a foot tall. I picked the former dwarf up and cradled her in my arms.

"You monster!" she said through her tears, her voice little more than a squeak.

"There, there," I replied, stroking Qual like a doll. Within seconds, Qual was soothed, Exhausted, she fell limp in my grasp. I offered a nipple to her, and she began to suck. I let some of my milk flow into her thristing mouth. At least, i think it was milk. It was like I was giving her some of my essence as nourishment. I stroked her back as she drank, and two gossamer wings grew from her shoulderbaldes. Her limbs grew even more delicate, and in minutes Qual had completed her transformation into a pixie, albeit one that appeared topheavy with melon-sized breasts, were she normal height.

"Wake up my little fairy," I said, and Qual looked up at me, trusting and adoring. "Feel what it is like to fly."

Qual stretched her wings tentatively, then leapt into the air. She squealed with joy, and was soon looping and swooshing around our little group. Everywhere she flew, little gold sparkles drifted to the ground.

"So what's with the pixie dust?" Sorel asked. She had been quiet through the whole battle with Qual.

"It's Qual's way of delivering my blessing. Wherever it lands on plants, or in water, or on feed for livestock, it will transform any humanoid who partakes of it."

"So she's going to change the world, one village at a time, into your lesbian playground?"

"Faster, actually," I said. "When I reshaped Qual, I made her pregnant. Soon she will lay a thousand eggs. Her daughters will spread out over the earth. The world should be changed to meet my desire in...twenty-seven days." Higher math was so much easier with a divine intellect.

In which I give Qual the option to improve himself

There was no way Qual could have hurt me, of course. My reflexes were too quick, my senses too sharp, my power too strong. Even if he had landed a blow, I would have healed instantly. No, he attacked me to prove a point. I'm pretty sure the point he was making is that he's a big dick.

I mean, think about it. I get near-infinite power. I could obliterate everything in the world and start over. But no, I keep things exactly as they are, only with a lot more big-boobed horny lesbians. What's not to like? Clearly, I had to teach Qual a lesson.

He had frozen in mid stride, his axe raised over his head, hatred glaring in his eyes. I could tell that the bear-spirit was simmering in him.

"Look, Qual. I get it. You're a violent person, and you think I'm one of the bad guys now," I said. "But you're going to have to cool it, now. I'm going to let you talk---"

As soon as I released his mouth from the spell, he began swearing at me in Dwarven. Apparently I understood all languages, now, and I have to admit feeling a ittle irritated at the words he uused to describe me. Still I kept my cool. And I shut him up until I was done.

"I'm going to let you talk, so I can get the answer to my question. Would you rather fight it out, which would be rather futile and frustrating from your point of view, or would you like to share a kiss with Ev and Aliandra, so that you could become their twin, or triplet? Whatever."

"You cross-dressing bastard! I'll die before I join your harem!" he spat.

I sighed. I sort of knew this would happen.

In which I almost make headway

While we were talking, Qual was slowly piecing himself together. Once more, he resembled a dwarf, albeit a battered and bloody one. He surveyed the scene before him, with Ev and Aliandra making out uncontrollably on the floor. He moaned and tried to reach for his weapon, but he was still too weak.

Sorel continued with her harangue. "Quinn, you just can't fuck with people's lives like this."

"I beg to differ I said." I had always heard how remote gods were for mortal morality. I had no idea I could change my values so fast. Yet, try as I might, I had a hard time seeing how I had any obligation to return things to the way they were. I had the opportunity to turn the Wilderlands into an erotic earthly paradise. I was not about to blow my chance.

"What makes you so different than the monsters we fight, then?" Sorel challenged. It was kind of cute, the way she stood up to me, but I was not going to tolerate it forever.

"I'm a hell of a lot stronger, for starters," I said, smiling slightly. So what if Sorel didn't get the joke. "And I'm trying to bring pleasure. It may not fit your rainbow-and-unicorn vision of what happiness should be, but Tama Hama is not a rainbow-and-unicorn kind of goddess. Would you rather the lich had this kind of power? What kind of world would he create?"

"You're missing the point," Sorel says, her lips tight.

"No, you're missing the point. Ask Aliandra and Ev if they want to go back to the way things are."

"Fine," she says, "I will. Ev? Aliandra? Um, mind if I interrupt a minute?" The amazon twins looked up from their lip-lock, but their hands remained roving over each others' bodies. They continued to shudder as orgasm after orgasm rocked them.

Sorel drew a breath. "Guys, Quinn said taht she will return you to the way you are, but you have to ask for it. Please, forget about the sex for just a minute, and try to concentrate on what's right. Please?"

The amazons stared at Sorel uncomprehendingly. "But it feels so good," one said.

"We want to continue like this forever," the other added.

"Try it. You'll agree. Quinn can bring us all to paradise, if you let her."

Sorel looked at me. She seemed helpless. She knew she could do nothing to stop me, but she was terrified of what I would do next.

I embraced her. "I won't do anything to you," I promised. "I want you to choose me freely. But give it time. Trust me."

Sorel looked at me, wanting to trust me, but something held her back. She trembled as tears filled her eyes.

Then Qual rushed at me with an axe, and everything went to hell.

My new look for Ev and Aliandra

Honestly, the Amazon look just wasn't doing it for me as far as Ev and Aliandra were concerned. I changed them into something closer to my ideal. They have become my missionaries. Anyone they kiss will become identical to them in every way, including their desire to change as many people into my servants as possible.

And they call me evil...

In which some of my old dickish self re-emerges

Sorel was a lot quicker on the uptake than Aliandra and Ev were. It took a lot of explaining to get the Amazon twins up to speed.

"Let me get this straight," one said (seriously, even they couldn't tell each other apart at this point). "You're actually a goddess now?"

"Pretty much. I'm immortal, and I have all her powers."

"But you're a goddess of lust. Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"Your point?" I was getting a little irritated.

"No point. We just never thought of you as the divine type, Quinn. Especially not the female god type."

The other one chimed in. "Why don't you just turn back to the way you used to look. Why not change us all back?" OK, that one must have been Ev.

"Perhaps I don't want to," I said. "Look, this is who I am now. I'm still Quinn in the way I think and act, but my soul is that of the goddess. My goal is to do her will now."

"So you won't change us back?" Ev asked the question, but I could see Sorel looking on with interest, too, waiting for my answer.

"I don't think you get who I am. I am the Goddess of Desire and Sex. If I'm going to change you, it's going to be like this."

I didn't wave my and or even blink, but the power to change them clearly came from within me. Under my power, Ev and Aliandra started to lose their hard muscles, becoming more soft and feminine with each passing heartbeat. Their breasts ballooned to gigantic proportions. larger than the magnificent racks that Sorel and I sported.

"Looking good, ladies," I said, smiling.

"You shit!" Aliandra snapped. "You said that you wouldn't toy with us like this anymore." Her arousal was plain to see, as her chainmail bikini had snapped away to reveal her magnificent tits in all their glory.

"The old Quinn made that promise," I said. "I need you two to help me spread my blessings to the world. It will be fun. I promise."

"If you think for one second that..." Ev began. I cut her off by snapping my fingers. I didn't really need to, but it got her attention. A change came over her face as I gave her the gift of pleasure. Aliandra felt it too. Soon their hands strayed to their sexes, and they gave each other a look. A moment later, they were rolling on the floor, making wild passionate love to each other.

Sorel watched the two with detached interest. "When will they come out of it?" she asked.

"Um, never, really," I said. "But they will learn to focus it. And their kiss is contagious. Whoever they kiss will become like them."

"You mean uncontrollably horny?"

"Sort of. And they'll also become big-breasted bimbos as well."

"Even the men?"

"Of course."

"You're obsessed, you know that?"

"What can I say?"

In which I kick ass like I was always meant to

I turned around slowly, surveying the room I had never left as if I had never seen it before. The remains of my friends and companions lay strewn around the room. The lich's face showed triumph and glee, insofar as it could show any emotion at all. Its hands crackled with three live spells.

"I shall enjoy watching you beg for mercy, century after tortured century," it sneered, right before he hurled his spells at me. They fizzled and died en route to my flawless body.

"An ignorant trick!" he cried, not fully comprehending what had happened to me. I did not move, curious about the depth of my new strength, and he unleashed two more spells in my direction. I raised my hand and caught them in midair, a ball of raw arcana hovering in the space between us.

"It is no trick, monster," I said calmly. "Your time is up, and it time to pay the demons to whom you sold your soul long ago." I flicked my wrist and changed the ball of arcana, sending it back of the lich. It wrapped around him like a robe, and he started to turn to dust before my eyes. Faint shapes, monstrous beings, could be seen swirling around him, and I knew that whatever he had planed for me was nothing compared to the eternal torments which now awaited him.

Then I reached down, picked up the Heart of Darkness, and crushed it in my hand. I heard every undead spirit in the manor wail in anguish as I released them into the void simultaneously. The manor was cleansed forever.

The bonds holding Sorel had disintegrated with the death of the lich, and she fell to the floor, gasping and sobbing. I was by her side in an instant. When I touched her, I could feel power jump from my fingertips to her body, and she sat up. While she was still exhausted, her injuries had vanished.

"Quinn, you're different," she said. A 'thank you' would have been nice, but she had been through a lot.

"I'm still me," I said. "But I'm so much more. Tama Hama, the goddess who made us into what we are, she joined with me. Her power is in me."

"Tama Hama the Slut?" Sorel asked, using the common name, which now irritated me, for some reason.

"Be careful," I said. "You're talking about the goddess who granted you your immortal body."

"And turned me into a fuck machine," Sorel said. "How could you make a deal with a creature like that?"

Clearly Sorel was not seeing things clearly. "Look, this deal destroyed the evil that infested the manor. It saved us from the lich."

"Not all of us," Sorel said sadly, looking at the remains of our other friends.

I waved my hand, and Ev and Aleandra started to show signs of life. They slowly got to their feet, clearly confused about what had happened. Another wave and the bits of dwarf scattered around the room started to reassemble themselves into our last companion.

"I don't see any dead people," I said. Sorel gave me a look, one that I had never seen before. Part of her was frightened, but there was also adoration in her eyes.

Amazons in Love

Ev and Aleandra share a moment. I think Ev is the one who left her bracers on. Doesn't really matter because after I caught them doing this, they both kicked my ass.

But it was worth it.

A new look for Ev and Aliandra

I was never happy with how the first portrait of Aliandra came out. Here is the new, official portrait of the Amazon babe.

In which I choose my destiny

I made the decision quickly. I didn't say it was easy, though. Imagine being told that your whole life was a lie. That the thing you most valued, freedom, was all an illusion made to serve the purpose of some higher being. Did I think she might have been lying? Not really. She communicated to me more directly in such a way that I knew I was hearing the truest truth I had ever heard spoken.

To accept myself as her vessel would mean to give up everything I knew and liked about myself. Not just my freedom, but my adventuring career, my dashing good looks, my charm. I've never been one for the god stuff, and becoming a vessel of Tama Hama meant I would have to dedicate my lifetime--no, strike that. I would have to dedicate eternity to fucking and getting other people to fuck. I know, it could have been worse, but as I said, it was not an easy decision.

But I made it. And truth be told, the reason I made it had nothing to do with myself. I guess that means I had finally grown to the point where I did what needed to be done.

I stepped back into that reality. I was still Quinn. But I was also the goddess Tama Hama, Mistress of Lusts. I was reborn into the world, and it was now mine to play with.

In which I get offered the chance of a lifetime. Or many, many lifetimes.

So if you asked me to describe what the realm of Tama Hama was like, I would throw a bunch of meaningless metaphors at you. What I saw and heard and smelled was beyond anything my senses could comprehend, and any words I used to describe what I did comprehend would fall far short of the essence of the place. So let me simply say that it was lush. Every sense of mine was exploding with pleasure at the same time. I wouldn't quite call it joy, for it was a physical rather than a spiritual contentment. It was a physical pleasure both refined and explosive, and all parts of my body thrilled at once. In Tama Hama's realm, there was no up nor down, just sheer pleasure of being.

Then she was before me. I saw a reflection of myself (and Sorel) but I also saw every image of female beauty I had ever seen or dreamed. There was no doubt I was in the presence of a goddess. I know I should have been terrified, but I knew beyond all doubt that she was my goddess, and that I was thoroughly her worshiper.

When she spoke, it was pure sound, spoken directly to my soul, raising me to a new plateau of exquisite pleasure.

"You are the first mortal to cross this barrier in many centuries. Why have you come?" I knew she already knew the answer. She could read it directly from my soul, but I also knew that my response was an important part of the ritual dance we were going through.

"I needed to cleanse a house of an evil taint. Your shrine was neglected and forgotten, until my friend Sorel awakened it. When I awoke in this body, I knew who you were, and what had to be done to restore you to your place in the world."

"Your friend agreed to accept my gift. You did not choose to become my servant. Yet you are here and he is not. Do you know why?"

I didn't really. There was no need to answer. The goddess continued.

"You are here because I chose you. Since the beginning of time, you have always been the one who would carry my power back into the world. All of your life has led you to this point: winning the manor, discovering my shrine, your transformation. But your destiny is yours to embrace only if you choose to embrace it."

"I can go back?"

"I can return you to what you once were. Your destiny would be your own for the first time in your life. You would be a man again, free to choose your path and win your fortune. You would live, win glory, and die. But if you choose to become my vessel, all of my power will be yours. You and I shall be one. We shall walk the mortal realm forever, bringing the joy of lust and desire where it is needed."

"Do I need to answer now?"

"You cannot leave here until you do."

I knew there was no point in delaying. My mind had been made up before I even came to this place.

In which poop and fan are introduced to each other

We took a day to gather ourselves. We all stayed clear of the manor as we laid our plans. We now saw the building itself as an enemy, a sentient piece of architecture that had changed and twisted us as part of some mad design. The lich sought power, but his insane plans were just part of the consciousness of that awful house.

I laid out our plans. There now seemed to be no question that I was in charge, or that we would follow my plan. Maybe it was the power that was not in me, but I think it was more than that. The others listened to me because I acted like I knew what I was doing, and they trusted me to make a good decision for them. It was a strange sensation, but I kind of liked it.

The manor seemed to know that something was up, and it sent an army of ghouls after us that night as we readied our assault for the next morning. We must have killed dozens in the moonlight, and we were greeted with a mountain of rotting flesh from the twice-slain creatures when the sun rose the next morning. It was now or never.

We fought our way back into the manor, and it seemed that we faced a new undead horror at every turn. I had a good sense of the layout of the place, now, so I knew exactly where we were heading. I didn't want to waste a single moment until we reached our goal.

The shrine where Sorel was first transformed was my goal, and after three wights, eleven ghouls and thirty-five zombies, we reached it. I helf the Heart in the palm of my hand. The voice in my head was as clear as ever. it was here I would lift the curse.

"Traitors!" a voice shrieked behind me. Oh fucking great. The lich. I should have known this would not be easy. "Give me the Heart, and I will kill you now. Refuse, and I will make you linger in pain forever."

Fortunately, none of the others were in a mood to negotiate. They immediately moved to attack while I made a dash for the altar. I had never seen them so brave or glorious before. They knew they stood no chance in this fight. They faced the lich because they believed in me. I saw Qual blown to bits as he clawed at the undead horror. Sorel was locked in bands of force that caused her to shriek in pain when she struggled against them. Ev and Aliandra were picked up by an unseen hand and flung against a wall, each landing with a sickening splat.

That left him and me alone in the shrine.

"You expect to ask once more?" it sneered. "I shall use your immortality for my pleasure, bringing you a fresh pain each day."

"I expect nothing of you, Rump," I said. With that I touched the Heart to the altar. "Tama Hama, I claim this manor in your name!" I said, invoking the name of the one who had offered me true power.

"NO!" the lich shrieked. Before anything could happen, I was removed from the manor.

I stood before my new goddess.

In which I act like a grown-up

It was in a jar in a little secret room. I had lost none of my skills with searching and locks, and I was nearly insulted by the simplicity of the safeguards around this artifact. The heart of Darkness turned out to be a black gemstone the size of my fist and cut to resemble a heart. I thought it might be obsidian at first, but it contained deep, smoke facets that made me realize it was something else. Everyone looked at me, expecting me to be the one to grab it. “It’s your mansion,” Qual shrugged.

It was cold to the touch. A chilly numbness shot up my arm to my spine when I touched it, and I felt my heart straining to beat. I felt suspended in time, which I might very well had been, since the others said I opened my eyes after a few seconds. To me, it felt like I was in darkness for an hour. When under the gem’s influence, I could feel the soul of the house calling me, telling me to embrace the darkness. My sanity was under assault, and I could hear the tormented cries of the Rump family going back dozens of generations. Now, it wanted me to join them, to enter the world of undead horror that had trapped the mansion for centuries.

Obviously, that wasn’t an option, but my mind was so clouded with the tormented wailing of the Rumps that I nearly surrendered. But there, in the back of my mind, was another voice. It was a faint little whisper, but it called me back from the abyss. It was not warm, or kind, or reassuring, but it gave me strength nonetheless. It reminded me that I am the master of Tegel Manor, and that the house is mine to command and not the other way around.

Then I opened my eyes. Seconds, they said, but I felt exhausted. We all agreed it was time to go upstairs. No-one wanted to return to the lich. We all knew that the stone should not fall into his hands. Instead, we made our way to the surface, to the little outbuilding where we made our camp. We decided to have a meeting in the morning, when we were all good and healed, to decide what to do with it.

I went for a walk to clear my head, the gem still clutched in my first. Sorel found me on the Cliffside, near where we had kissed.

“Why don’t you just throw it in the ocean?” she asked.

I told her that that would only postpone the problem, and given what had happened to the two of us, we need to look for much longer-term solutions to our problems.

“That’s so unlike you,” she remarked.

“Long term solutions?”

“That, and the fact that you’ve resigned yourself to staying like you are now. The Quinn I knew a week ago would fight tooth and nail to hold on to his masculinity. You would treat this condition like it was the enemy, and you would not rest until you were back to normal.”

I took a deep breath. “Sorel, I didn’t tell you and the others everything.”

“Oh, really?”

“When I touched the gem, I heard the soul of the house calling to me, trying to keep things as they are forever. But there was another voice, one that offered me power. I think it was the voice of whatever changed us into this form.”

“Changed me, you mean. You’re an angel by accident.”

“I don’t think so. Somehow, this feels like there’s a higher power behind it. And while I don’t think that power is good in a good-versus-evil sense, I don’t think it means to harm us.”

“So now you’re an expert?”

“I have a feeling. And I’m more sure about this feeling than I have been about anything else in my life.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“We end the curse tomorrow. But I think I know how it has to be done.”

In which I sort of become a leader and leave my readers with something of a cliffhanger

Well, it was Sorel who finally persuaded me to ease up on Ev and Aleandra. I wasn’t really going to have them fuck each other to death, but they certainly looked at me with something like fear when I finally allowed them to come up for air. “A little respect. That’s all I want. Got it?” I asked. They both nodded silently in reply. Everyone, even Sorel, then kept their distance from me. They all looked at me, as if waiting for me to take charge. I took a deep breath and tried to get things back to normal as much as possible.

“Look, we have two options in front of us. We can either go up to the surface and try to figure out what happened to me. Or we can keep looking for this Heart of Darkness thingy. Truth be told, I’m feeling better than I have in years, so I suppose I could wait on the trip to the surface. Everyone with me?”

Silence. Sorel nodded. They were clearly all afraid of me. This was not good. “Look,” I said. “I know I’ve changed a lot, and I have this crazy power. But I promise I won’t use it on you guys anymore. I may look like a sexy angel, but I’m still Quinn inside.”

“That’s what we’re afraid of,” Qual said. I gave him a look, but true to my word, I did not order him to chop his own dick off. See what a good omnipotent being I am?

Well, compared with some of the other horrors we faced, the dungeon we were now in seemed like child’s play. Ev gave me his short sword for use as a weapon, but I was still effectively unarmored, wearing nothing more than the simple tunic that Aleandra had loaned Golem before. Not that I minded. With my ability to heal instantly, I approached combat with a recklessness I never had before. Even a bite I got from a poisonous snake did not affect me in the slightest. It appears that whatever magic turned Sorel and me into babes also was determined that nothing should mar our beauty…ever. I had always dreamed of one day advancing to godhood from my exploits. Well, now I was as close as I could have dared imagine, but immortality was not exactly what I would have hoped.

At last, we found a teleport room. It took a while to figure the controls out. It sent us all over the dungeon—twice—and it nearly collapsed the boiling lake above on us before we got the thing to work properly. When we did, it took us directly to our target, the resting place of the Heart of Darkness. And I wound up having to make the biggest choice of my life.

In which I find out who my friends are, and I get the best power ever

Well, there was no denying it. My soul had somehow jumped from my dying body to that of the mindless construct that had been following me around. It didn’t make sense but, given the alternative, I would rather be stuck looking like Sorel than soup, which is how my body ended up.

I tried to look at my reflection in the water, but the constant boil made it impossible for me to see myself. Instead, I got a good look at my former body cooking. After a few minutes, bits of me started to break off. I’m not squeamish as a rule, but I had to look away. Feel free to criticize after you have seen your body dissolve past the point of possible repair.

So I was stuck. Part of me wanted to laugh at the irony. This mansion of mine seemed determined to make everyone who entered it into a hot chick. It was really only a matter of time before my innie became an outie. At least I was hot, I figured. Sorel was about the most lovely creature I could imagine, and now I was her identical twin, right down to the fluffy feathery wings (which, I found, I could retract just as she could). Of course, wings were the least of the changes I was concerned about at that moment. My hands traced my new curves—my hips, my bubble ass, and those impossibly large and round breasts. Each touch made it sink in just a little more that this was going to be my body from now on. At least I didn’t feel like a construct. My flesh was warm to the touch, and I had a pulse and breath.

A voice snapped me out of my contemplation. It was Qual.

“I’ve found Quinn and the Golem! She must have pushed him into that boiling water!” The Dwarf drew his axe and leapt across the channel (landing perfectly, I realized to my embarrassment).

“Don’t be an ass, dwarf!” I shot at him. “I slipped and fell in. Now put that thing away before you hurt someone!”

Qual and the others just stood there in stunned silence. They had never heard Golem speak before, and certainly they had not expected her to speak with my diction. Naturally, they thought it was a trap. Qual took a swing at me. I tried to jump away, but his axe caught me in the thigh and I went down, bleeding.

“You fuckhead!” I shouted. “I’m Quinn! Put that thing down and listen for one fucking minute!”

This time, Qual listened. That was just as well, because I was getting faint from shock and loss of blood. Apparently, though, by body was able to repair itself, just like Sorel’s. I was pretty loopy for a few minutes, but when I came to the pain had almost gone.

Sorel was leaning over me, a look of concern on her lovely face. “You poor thing! It is you, isn’t it, Quinn? How did this happen?”

I explained about the accident that destroyed my body (by now almost completely dissolved into stock). The Amazon sisters found the story extremely amusing, and one of them (like I could tell them apart anymore!) decided to see if I carried Sorel’s curse as well as her healing gift. “Hey, Quinn! Finger fuck yourself!” she said, laughing.

I half-expected to comply, but I was relieved when I was under absolutely no compulsion to obey. Sorel, however, heard the command and immediately she started frigging herself. “You bitches!” she cried. I was pissed, too. We had pretty much agreed to stop talking dirty around Sorel, and they blew that truce wide open.

“Go fuck yourselves!” I said. Sorel was still immune to my own dirty words, so I thought that my insult was just that. The Amazon sisters, however, froze in their tracks for a second, then they started making out right in front of the rest of us. In a second, they were naked and tangling on the floor, shooting me looks of pure hatred while they made love.

“Enjoy it!” I commanded, and the looks vanished, consumed by expressions of pure ecstasy. Could it be? They way I saw it, Sorel could not resist dirty suggestions, while other people (except Sorel) could not resist mine.

“Ev, suck Aleandra’s tit,” I said. Well, I finally knew which was which. This was going to be good.