A Servant of the Emprire

This is a story set in the world of Redemption of the Crimson Empress. It proceeds the game by a dozen or so generations and is the origin story for the Tentacle Beast. 

Red Guardian:
Our people are in decline. They are an old race. It is inevitable that they will be supplanted by the younger races our kin have discovered. We should expand our stewardship to include them as well.

Blue Guardian:
These people are our descendants. I will not abandon them. I am certain they can and will rise again.

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Rafe leaned back in the office chair, a host of thoughts running through his mind, the foremost of which being: How did I get I get into this? It is not dignify--

A low moan escaped from his lips as coherent thought escaped his grasp, the ministrations of the diva with the flame red hair fragmenting his thoughts into a million colourful shards.

Twelve years of celibacy were being undone as Mel parted his lab coat further. She reached up under his shirt and coaxed his nipples while her lips caressed the much-neglected head of his cock. Her body hummed with energy spanning from her rune painted toenails to the tips of her exquisitely pointed ears. Somewhere in the multi-coloured clouds of his thoughts, he could feel the energy from Mel’s fingertips and mouth pulsing, overloading his senses. His body went rigid and then he felt the first jet of jism surging forth, racing to freedom, only to be swallowed with an immediacy that would not seem out of place if Mel was dying of thirst.

Unlike Rafe, Mel was not lost in the moment. She was used to gathering sexual energy as a focus for her magical abilities. She used the energy from Rafe’s first release to strengthen her shields and grabbed the two glass slides from the table and slapped then together as the second jet of jism came forth.

Mel gave Rafe a rough slap. “Snap out of it. We have the sample and I need you to check it out.”

Mel maintained her shields at the highest level she could while she spun Rafe in his chair so he was facing the microscope they had borrowed from the museum. He shook his head, trying to clear his still foggy mind, ignoring the fact that his pants were down around his ankles and there was wetness trickling down the inside of his leg.

“What can you see?” Mel asked, hovering impatiently as Rafe loaded the slide and fiddled with the knobs+ on the unfamiliar instrument. with hands that seemed suddenly too large for a task he had always done without a care..

“I have not quite got there yet. This is quite a lot more complex to operate than my standard microviewer you know.” His reply was somewhat petulant and Mel glared.

“I told you I can’t keep up my metaphysical shields with that much technology present,” she snapped.

“There we are." Rafe nodded to himself. "The little buggers are certainly still motile, perhaps a little slower than they should be though, but not much.”

“Let me see!” Mel shoved him aside,, her expression darkening as she peered through the viewer. “Even with my shields, they are leaking meta-physical energy. They will be cactus within minutes.”

“Cactus?” Rafe queried.

“Green spiny plant from universe 3142. Can be quite pretty. Bring it here it and dies within minutes, leaving a brittle hollow husk. This happens because it has not evolved here and has no way of holding on to its meagre metaphysical energy.”

Rafe felt defensive. “But those are my sperm and biologically they appear healthy,” Rafe stated somewhat stiffly.

“Biology shmiology!” Mel snapped., “Without metaphysical energy, nothing can last long here in our universe. You sciences guys think you know everything, but if you did, the second age would not have ended up in complete collapse.”

Mel’s face was grim as she continued her rant, albeit more quietly: “My shields are more than strong enough to keep a cactus alive. This is not a leakage, it is a targeted draining. I must report back to the Emperor.” And with that, the scantily clad arch-mage swept from the room.

Rafe knew of the import of what they were doing. His race was in dire jeopardy. With the collapse of civilisation at the end of the Second Age, nearly all of their population had disappeared, and birth-rates were far too low. The rebuilding was faltering despite the aid of the immortal guardians.. The situation was so troubling that the scientists and the mages, two groups who had a legendary antipathy between them, were working together.

Rafe straightened himself up, trying to restore his clothing to its normal state of mild disarray. He smoothed down his long lab coat completely missing the wet patch that adorned its lower front. He tucked his untidy dark hair back over the points of his ears,straightened his glasses and headed back to his laboratory, back to the machines he was comfortable with.

He popped the slide into the micro-viewer a scant few minutes after Mel had departed, but it was as it had been with their previous examinations. They were all cactus. Rafe chuckled momentarily at the strange word.

How are we having any children at all? he wondered.

*

Mel was in a flat and irritable mood. The report to the Emperor has not gone well and he had ordered her back to work with the scientist.

As she walked up the path to the front of the lab she tried to process what annoyed her about him so much.

He is so slow, methodical, and brilliant, but he cannot even button up his shirt straight half the time. He is not bad looking, but he can’t even comb his hair. He is motivated, yet he is so damned calm, she thought as she approached the door.

A tall blond courier was exiting the building, cap pulled tightly down on her head with only a neat bun showing at the back. The uniform was a dull brown, baggy, and quite form-concealing.

“He sounds like he is the perfect complement to you," the courier said as she strode past. Mel turned her head in surprise, but all she saw was a fading blue afterglow where the courier should have been.

As she walked into the building, Rafe was at reception, opening a large box with a puzzled look furrowing his brow. Rafe withdrew two sheets of paper, regarding them carefully.
“What the …” he exclaimed, his attention claimed by some movement inside the large box.
Inside were two smaller boxes with air holes. Something or some things were moving furtively inside one of the boxes.

“What is it? What does the note say?” Mel demanded.

Rafe read the first note aloud for Mel’s benefit. “A possible solution to your current predicament, courtesy of Van the Wanderer and it’s signed by the Blue Guardian. Now what could that mean …”

Mel snatched the second note and read for herself. “The creatures these boxes were found in universe 2718, and are metaphysically compatible with ours. Creature 1 has a novel way of controlling the population levels of Creature 2. Mix contents of boxes 1 and 2 and observe. " She pursed her lips at the signature on the note: Van the Wanderer.

“Van the Wanderer has not been seen on Eldara since most of the immortals left millennia ago," Rafe said quietly. "I've heard of his habit of dropping off scientific curiosities now and again.

Mel tossed the notes on the counter.“Well, obviously, the Blue Guardian is keeping in touch him," she said.

Rafe's expression grew bright with sudden haste and excitement, unusual on his generally calm demeanor.

- “Let's go set up an experiment,” he said in an excited tone.

*

Box 1 contained a strange creature of a kind one would more likely see in an aquatic habitat than on land. It had a central spherical core and a myriad of radial tentacles. It was about a handspan in diameter.

Box 2 contained a dozen rodents, not unlike similar creatures that seemed to be found across the multiverse. Internally, the box was divided in two, females in one section and males in the other.

Mel took what metaphysical readings she could from them before they were moved into the technology rich environment that was Rafe’s lab. Going in there made her skin crawl, but she was not going to miss anything.

Rafe prepared a large squat cage, giving the rodents plenty of room to run around. He transferred feed blocks from the carton into the cage and set up some clean water.
He then transferred each rodent into the cage, numbering each with a dye marker as he went. When released, they began to run around excitedly, exploring their new environment.

“Ok," Rafe said, handling Creature 1 with careful, gloved hands."Let's see what happens when we add this little guy in."

“They seem to be scared of it," Mel said, bending close. “No wait, they are ignoring it now. In fact that one—" Mel broke off with a sharp inhalation.

In a split second, the rodent was wrapped in tentacles and then the creature rolled itself on top, completely obscuring their view of the small rodent.

The creature began to pulse, its shining flesh rippling in small waves. In a few minutes, it rolled off the rodent and released it. Once released, Rodent Seven, which had come from the male half of the box, ran to the nearest female and started humping.

“It must make them want to fuck," Mel pondered aloud.

Rafe stayed silent, thinking to himself that increasing the desire to copulate could not be all that was happening here.

“The creature's grabbed Four, a female this time," Rafe said. The pattern was the same. The rodent was wrapped in tentacles and then obscured by the bulk of the creature.

“The pulsation was a bit different this time." He made quick notes on his data-recorder. “Didn't go on as long this time.”

“What the--?” Mel's face was a study in confusion. “Four is humping another female. That is not going to be very productive."

In the next two hours, all of the rodents had been taken by the creature and been ‘treated’.

“That was quite a frenzy of copulation," Rafe said as soon as everything finally quieted down. “Male humping female, female humping male. But why?”

Most of the small rodents were now resting seemingly close to exhaustion. Rafe carefully removed Seven, the first male that was treated and examined it close, firstly by eye and then with the diagnostic imager.

He nearly dropped the poor rodent. “It is a male no longer," he said, eyes wide as he gazed at Mel's face. “It is a hermaphrodite.”

“And it’s pregnant," Mel asserted.

Rafe checked his instruments. “You are correct. How did you know?"

Mel simply rolled her eyes at him.

I guess she did not get to be arch mage on her looks, Rafe thought, although she was no slouch in that department either. He felt suddenly warm at the thought, and busied himself, knowing that Mel was staring at him curiously.

Rafe and Mel stayed with the creature and rodents for the next few days, observing what they could. The creature would occasionally probe one of the rodents with a few of its tentacles, but exactly what it was doing they could not fathom.

“I guess now it is just a waiting game," Rafe concluded after examining one of the futents (as they had nicknamed their futanari rodents). The pregnancies seem to be progressing as one would expect for a rodent of this size.

“They will give birth in a few weeks and we will see what we have.”

“A few weeks!” Mel said plaintively. “You science guys are so slow. No sense in me staying here all the time. I will check in, in the evenings.”

*

For the next couple of weeks, not a lot happened in the cage. The futents grew gravid with the litters they were carrying. The creature itself started to swell. Examination of the creature itself was near impossible. It had a very strong metaphysical signature that interfered with the instruments.

As dearly as Rafe desired to dissect the creature to find out what it was made of, he contented himself at that time with the occasional prod and magnifying glass.

By the end of the second week, Mel and Rafe’s relationship had progressed from one of reluctant tolerance to one of friendship. To Mel, all friends were friends with benefits and Rafe’s celibacy was well and truly a thing of the past.

Mel looked at sex as a form of social lubricant, the way others used alcohol to break down barriers. For Rafe, a more serious bond was being forged.

*

About the seventeenth night after they had started the experiment. Rafe had given Mel the latest on the progress of the futent pregnancy and then they had snuck up to the small apartment Rafe kept above the laboratory.

Rafe was firmly latched onto Mel’s left nipple, drawing in her liquid energy, powering himself up for their third round of the evening when someone knocked urgently on the door to the apartment itself.

With more than a little regret, Rafe tore himself away from his paramour and cracked the door.

His assistant stood on the other side of the door, appearing quite animated. “Sir, there is something going on in the cage. The creature is pulsing and the futents are birthing."

Rafe the Scientist asserted himself over Rafe the Lover. “I will be right down.”
By the time Rafe threw on his clothes and arrived in his lab, there was a new generation of rodents in the cage.

“Each litter had around eight rodents, sir and it seems to be 50-50: female rodents and futents,” the assistant said in quick summary. “And sir, we seem to have three additional creatures.”

Mel arrived a discreet time later and surveyed the scene. “So that creature is the original and those three are new,” she said without hesitation. Rafe gave her a curious glance.

“You can tell the difference?”

“Oh yes, they have quite distinctive auras." Mel pointed at the original creature. "Primo over there is the original, Ungo and Dengo there are quite close to Primo, but just a little different to it and Tergo there is quite different."

“We don’t normally name our laboratory specimens," Rafe stated a little stiffly.

Mel gave him a wry smile. “You number them in your language, I will number them in mine!” Rafe smiled back at her, and relaxed a little.

Over the next few hours, a structure became apparent. The rodent population had been split into three with each having its own territory in the cage. Primo, Ungo, and Dengo each tended to their third of the population.

Tergo however was an outcast. Primo would tend to Tergo occasionally after tending to its own flock, but it would not allow Tergo near them.

Dengo and Ungo did not allow Tergo anywhere near theirs.

A few days later at their evening briefing, Mel expressed exasperation at how slow things were going. “We are still no closer to understanding this and how it might help us. I guess if we could transform all Eldarans into futanarans, we could prevent the decline in birth rate and probably even come close to doubling it, but we have no idea how these creatures work.”

“We do know a few things," Rafe countered. “They live on the lactate of their flock. Primo seems to be passing on some to Tergo as Tergo has no flock.”

“Tergo does seem to be growing larger than the others as well. Tomorrow, I am going to see if we can feed it on lactate directly as a prelude to separating it from the others.”

*

Tergo thrived on the lactate Rafe’s assistants extracted from one of the larger species of native Eldaran rodents and was soon separated from Primo and his kin.

Over the next few weeks, Tergo grew considerably. He began to emit an odour that was somewhat stupefying so he was placed in a room with its own ventilation and an airlock. In those few short weeks, he grew to an impressive height, just shorter than Rafe's shoulders. Despite the increase in size, he was quite placid until the fourth week.

Without warning, Tergo became aggressive. One of Rafe’s assistants was in the room, taking measurements when Tergo lashed out with a tentacle and grabbed her, tearing the environment suit she was wearing. Rafe, luckily observing at the time, held his breath, ran in through the airlock as quickly as he could and pulled his assistant out.

 *

Mahl was resplendent in his red robes. A high collar framed his jet black hair and his flawless face. Complex patterns with gold and diamonds adorned the outfit. This was his trademark outfit. There was no mistaking the Red Guardian.

His calm stance and beatific smile belied his impatience and annoyance at being kept waiting by the scientist he had come to see.

Mahl’s hold on his outer appearance was further tested by Rafe’s traditional greeting: “My Lord Guardian, I greet you with respect and humility. I am Rafe Mindus, Principal Scientist to the Emperor.”

Rafe’s tone was highly respectful, but seemed to lack the worshipfulness that Mahl had come to expect from most of the mortals he encountered these days.

“Let us talk in your office," Mahl suggested.

Rafe showed Mahl into the small back office with the ancient microscope still on his desk. He knew he should send it back to the museum, but he did not want to. Mel’s direct approach to gathering a sperm sample had awoken something in him that day.

“I have heard of your experiments and that they have promise in solving our population issues," Mahl stated firmly.

“With time My Lord Guardian perhaps, but we are a long way from that. Still, it is promising so far," Rafe agreed.

Mahl's smile was slow and slightly sinister. “Sadly, your experiment will fail. Tomorrow evening, you will release the Tergo creature from its cell and when it attacks someone, you will kill it. You will declare the experiment a failure and a dead end. You will destroy all other specimens and retire in a few month’s time, abandoning all future research.”

Rafe blinked rapidly. "I—I will?"

“You will and you will remember none of this conversation." Mahl's body glowed red as he seared his commands onto the hapless scientist’s brain.

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The following evening, Mel was walking up the path to the front door of the laboratory, ready for her nightly report followed by several hours of solid fucking (or copulating as Rafe like to call it). She still though it strange but kind of cute that he could be so physically adventurous when aroused and yet still so reserved in his language. She was surprised to find that she found herself more drawn to his company than any other, but she wondered if she should feel that surprised. He could be patient, and kind, and very brilliant.

She saw that blonde courier leaving the laboratory, and recalled what this person had said the first time they'd crossed paths. This time the courier greeted her with smile tinged with some sadness.

“I am sorry my dear. Tonight will be tough for you. He will need you help if he is to keep his mind. I wish he could keep the rest also, but some things cannot be. Do drink all of liquid in the bottle that I have left for you.”

“My Lady Guardian, I shall do as you wish," Mel answered according to convention. Mel had never met a Guardian and she did not know why she was so sure this was one, but she was sure.

To Mel's surprise, the Guardian gave her a firm hug and then vanished.

On entering the building, Mel found the bottle on the reception desk and drank it without hesitation. It was the sweetest milk she had ever tasted and she had tasted plenty courtesy of a number of female lovers.

Mel continued on into the main section of the lab. Everything was abnormally quiet. Primo, Ungo, and Dengo were huddled with their flocks in tight knots. Further unease swept through Mel, but with all the technology around, her metaphysical senses were blinded.

Mel continued on to the room where Tergo was being held. “Empty,” she murmured under her breath to no-one. The inner and outer airlock doors were open.

She heard a quiet rusting behind her. Mel had good instincts so she threw up a shield spell before she turned around. In the midst of all the nearby technology, it was pitifully weak. It protected her against the first whip of tentacle, but second got through and grabbed her around the ankle and started drawing her towards the bulk of the creature.

*

Rafe was in a daze.He was just standing there, staring as Tergo dragged Mel towards itself.

I should help Mel. Help her. Help Mel.

Something inside him snapped. He ripped a fire extinguisher off the wall, and charged at the beast ramming its core with the heavy implement

Tergo reeled alarmingly towards Mel, but its attention was now elsewhere. A myriad of fine tentacles wrapped around Rafe, binding him, drawing him close to its bulk. A single large tentacle flared at the tip. It covered his head first and then with a peristaltic motion, slowly drew in his entire body.

Mel was tossed aside as Tergo engulfed his prize. It took a little while for Mel to reclaim her senses, the odour of the creature having a calming effect that she had to fight her way through.

Countless fibrils penetrated Rafe's body, numbing his senses but not his mental state. He could feel Tergo mining his mind for information and his body for genetic material and sustenance.

However, the flow of information went both ways: as Tergo worked to incorporate Rafe's mind into its own, Rafe was accessing Tergo’s knowledge as well.

Rafe learned Primo had found a sample of Eldaran genetic material in its cage and so it had created Tergo to handle these strange upright bipeds. Rafe also learned that Tergo was determining what its strategy would be for farming this new type of creature.

The creature was working to wall him off, keep Rafe out of its mind, but it was going to be touch and go for a while.

He could hear Mel shouting.

“Rafe! Rafe, can you hear me? Where are you?”

“Tergo and I are now one. It needed to absorb me so that could understand us and how to control us," Rafe replied directly into her mind. “You must get out of here before I lose control. These creatures are telepathic. Once adapted, it will be able to control your mind. These creatures will try to farm us like they farm the mice.”

“No!" Mel's cry was desperate. The Blue Guardian said you can win this and I have to help you!"

Mel’s nipples began to leak. The part of the creature that was Tergo reacted instinctively to the odor and tentacle shot out, reeling her in.

“No!!” Rafe’s consciousness struggled, but he was not strong enough to override Tergo. Rafe barely managed to moderate Tergo’s urgency, preventing severe damage to Mel as it ripped off her top. Rafe could no longer ‘see’ her, but through the senses of the tentacle beast, he could take in her near flawless form at a level beyond his former imagining.

Two tentacles flared at the tips and attached themselves firmly to her lush breasts, to those nipples he so adored and began to draw in her nectar. She felt a slight pinch down at her groin as another tentacle covered her mound. A fourth tentacle shoved into her mouth releasing a thick sweet liquid of its own.

Rafe could feel himself starting to fade. He had done his best to protect her, but with little result. Her milk was flowing into Tergo, giving it strength. No, wait, it was giving them strength. In fact its energy was more in tune with him than Tergo and then Mel was in there with him, in his mind, in their mind, fighting together.

Her core started to burn with sexual energy. She could feel her new cock developing, growing from her mound, pushing her sexual excitement into overdrive. Everything was working for her. The sweet discharge from the tentacle in her mouth, designed to facilitate the transformation fuelled her further and she greedily sucked on it, taking in all it had to offer.


We can do this together, her mental voice said, as they were now connected mind-to-mind. I need more!

Rafe knew exactly what she needed. He was gaining control.

A fifth tentacle rubbed on Mel’s outer lips, almost playfully. A pearl of lubricant appeared on the glans shaped tip and it wormed its way inside her tight canal, a place Rafe had visited many times, but not quite like this. Mel moaned with pleasure and she began to suck sensually on what had been initially an unwelcome intruder in her mouth.

Rafe raised a small ridge on the upper side of that fifth tentacle, rubbing her nub tenderly. He pumped slowly at first, and then began to pick up the pace. He was knocking on the door of her cervix and with each tap her whole body shuddered.

He eased a well lubricated sixth tentacle delicately her tight butt hole. A slow and gentle pulsing and a swelling of the tip gave her a sense of fullness she had not experienced before.

Mel was building to an orgasm like no other she had ever experienced. Her eyes were slitted and through their joined minds, Rafe and Mel could feel each other's pleasure  build to the point of no return.

At the last moment, Rafe transformed the tip of the tentacle inside her vaginal shaft and small conical projection punched through the mucus plug of her cervix and they both exploded. Jet after jet of warm cum was pumped into her ready womb, and on to her tubes.

Before the sensations had subsided, there was a flare of metaphysical energy as the virile seed and fertile ovum collided sparking a new life.

It was now three of against one. That tiny spark tipped the balance. Mel’s supercharged mind complemented by Rafe’s analytical abilities powered through Tergo’s, analysing, preparing, rewriting.

“This creature did not evolve. It was created by an intelligence and its core directive is built in at a base level, to protect and control the herd," Rafe conveyed to Mel. “I don’t think we can change it.”

“No, but I think we can subvert it," Mel answered quickly. Together, they made the changes to Tergo, and the threat it posed was suddenly nullified.


Mel passed out at that point, her mind temporarily shutting down to recover from the intense activity. When she came to, she was gently cradled in Rafe’s tentacles. She would always think of him as Rafe, even though now she sensed that his mind really was a blend of that of the scientist and the creature.

“You are carrying our child,” he said directly into her mind. “Our daughter will be the first born futanaran.”

Mel squirmed in his hold.“Why do I feel like I want to go poke something!” she asked.

“I suspect it is this," Rafe declared. He tapped the tip of her brand new rock hard cock with one tentacle. “It has been quite a night. I suspect the receptionist will be in by now. I am sure she won’t mind helping you with that. She really wants a child, I understand.”

*

Later that day, Mel was granted a private audience with the Emperor and Empress.

"My Emperor," Mel began respectfully, "I wish to report the success of the chief scientist’s endeavours. We can increase the population of Eldara by enabling all Eldarans to bear children, not just the females.

Allow me to introduce Jorl.” She held out one hand in welcome and a buxom female strode confidently into the room. She was slightly taller than Mel and no less stunning.

"Until this morning," Mel explained, "Jorl was my elder brother. The imperial physician has confirmed that he has a fully functioning set of female reproductive organs as well as her male ones."

“And you?” queried the Empress.

Mel dropped her skirt.

The Empress smiled appreciatively.

*

Rafe was able to temporarily divide himself into multiple creatures to convert the citizens who consented, a process that still took several decades even with the modest population.

Once the conversion was complete, Rafe was not done; he was still bound by Tergo’s programming. Mel’s subversion of Tergo’s programming had bound Rafe to serve and protect the empire. It was now his purpose, his reason to exist. Tergo and Rafe Mindus were now one entity, one mind, Tergomindus – A Servant of the Empire.

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Red Guardian:
This Futanaran phenomenon is a travesty. It is a bandaid at best. Our people will soon fall into decline once more.

Blue Guardian:
With the Emperor setting the example by being one of the first to undergo conversion, our people will rally. I do believe that they will surprise you. Given the opportunity to flourish once again, they will seize it and never look back.