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By yearends

Set in the “Super Goddess” universe created by Akane

With contributions from delta7447

Ellie Kare is an eponymous original character of Ellie Kare, used with permission.

Dusk and Kaelan Myr are original characters of OroDawn, used with permission.

Nesariel Saelinoth is inspired by Niraneye Silinthar, an original character of Ambrosa Avery.

Prologue

Britney Atwater stood at the window of the bedroom in her apartment in the most recent reality she'd traveled to on her sojourn.

She'd been away from home a long, long time.

Not by the standards of the universe she knew she would some day have to return to. She already knew the time at which she planned to step in--about five or six years after her last visit, a little over forty since she left--but she was immortal and nearly omnipotent, and she could step from the "far future" of one reality to the "distant past" of another with a thought. Taking that into account, she was trillions upon trillions of years old, and she felt every single second of those years as she contemplated going back to see Jennifer and Carol and Brigitte and Suzie and Bianca and all the rest.

She knew they wouldn't have changed much. But she had, and the five dormant consciousnesses in her mind were only the first indication of that.

Normally, she let them be awake and in some sort of invented mindscape, so that Summer and Autumn could toy with Dusk, Kaelan, and Nesariel the way all of them loved. But for now she wanted the mental solitude, so she'd forced them into quiescence.

She wondered what Jennifer would think of them. Most of the Super Goddesses had absorbed people, of course. There were those who actively wanted to be absorbed, to become part of a Super Goddess. Then there were those who were unfortunate enough to touch a Super Goddess when they had momentarily forgotten to repress their bodies' natural tendency to absorb the bodies of ordinary humans, but those were generally let out with a simple localized time reversal. And then there were those who fell victim to the tragic phenomenon of "Agape", where a person loved the goddess more than the woman, and was thus irrevocably bound to become a part of the Super Goddess with whom they'd fallen in love, wishing nothing more than to be with them for all eternity.

But of the various "ultipotents," as Britney and others like her were generally known, to her knowledge, nobody had ever asked to be absorbed by one of them (in fact, she suspected, the closest any of them came to that was that Suzie might have asked Paige to absorb her had she not instead been given ultipotence), their bodies had no tendencies to absorb those of ordinary humans, and nobody saw them as goddesses. (Although, Britney reflected, she had been called a "goddess" on many occasions during her travels, but it had never led to Agape.)

Nonetheless, she had at various times absorbed five people, all since she last visited home and survived a Super Orgasm. They each had asked for it for their own various reasons, and she'd tried to talk them out of it, told them it would mean they would no longer truly exist, that she would have complete control over everything they would ever be and do for the rest of time, if she wished to exercise such control, and when she deigned to let them out of her mind... and they'd all accepted anyway. Insisted, in fact.

And though she'd made all the arguments against what they asked, tried to talk them out of it... the shameful truth, she admitted to herself, was that she enjoyed it, at least after Kaelan, her first. The feeling of having such complete control over another person, another personality, being able not only to make them do as she wished, like what she wished, and all that, and make them think it was their idea, make them forget that they were just an extension of her, that the ideas she was planting in them were their own... it was intoxicating. Heady. Five was enough for her to be going on with, she knew that, but when it came to manipulating those five? She was an addict, and she knew it.

But whatever control she might enjoy over them, she could still sense their true emotions, their true reactions, even if she stopped them from feeling it, and she knew that they all liked it, too. They enjoyed how she toyed with them, used them for her own pleasures. Well, hers and--

Her thoughts broke off abruptly as a fat cockhead slipped into her ass.

"Ellie, dear," she said without turning around, "what have I told you about giving me a surprise buttfuck?"

"Oh, right," came a voice from the bed. "If I'm going to give you a surprise assfuck, I should afford your cunt the same pleasure." A second thick shaft wormed its way up past Britney's slit, this one moving rather faster than the first. "Sorry. It's just hard sometimes to remember that I have a few powers of my own, now."

"Even I forget that sometimes," Britney pointed out, clamping her muscles tight on the two thick cocks firmly implanted in her. "But right now how about a hug?"

Ellie complied, retracting her shafts into her body, which, since Britney was holding them fast, meant that instead the green-haired futa flew through the air to press against Britney's back, her hands reaching around to play with Britney's boobs.

Britney hadn't expected to fall in love, and she hadn't, really, but when she'd sensed the mental presence of the futanari Ellie Kare, who'd just been hired as the chief of police in the city Britney happened to be visiting, she knew she'd found someone with a mind twisted enough to teach her a few tricks, even after all Britney had already seen on her travels. So she contrived a way to "inspect" the city jail, where Ellie was in charge, and as she'd planned it culminated in the two of them unleashing various perverse desires on the other. Britney had to be more careful with Ellie than vice versa, of course, but it had been enough for both to want a continuing relationship with the other. Britney had ended up leaving that city rather abruptly for a multitude of reasons, but she'd later reached across worlds to pull Ellie to her, and they'd been together ever since.

Ellie had turned down comparable power to Britney's when offered, saying that she was quite content with Britney's being the only one of them able to tell reality exactly how it could ignore them, but she had accepted immortality and a few body alteration powers, such as the ones that let her grow out and retract prehensile cocks, make her breasts and ass larger or smaller, and change her hair colour, as she often did before realizing she liked her natural green better than anything else.

"You were thinking about Jennifer again, weren't you?" Ellie asked softly.

"Yeah," Britney admitted. "I just--I don't know what she'll say about them, about us, about me, how I've changed..."

"I know," said Ellie, flicking Britney's nipples. "I worry about the same thing. After all, you're from there. I'm not."

Britney nodded. Both of them had reservations and worries about what might happen.

"Think she's changed her mind about what sort of relationship she wants with you?" Ellie continued.

"No," said Britney. "At least, I doubt it. A Super Goddess's libido is one of the most powerful forces in existence, after all. But I can hope."

"If it's anything like yours," Ellie replied, chuckling.

"Oh, it's nothing like mine. It's way stronger."

Britney waved a hand, cleaning up the apartment with a thought and pulling their personal possessions into a few small, neatly-packed bags. "Last chance. I can drop you off wherever you'd like."

"There's no place I want to be but with you."

Britney nodded, dressed herself in a simple tank top, shorts, and plain shoes, put Ellie in her police uniform, and stepped out of that reality, her lover at her side.

--

February 14, 2126

As they had been for the last few decades--even including the one two years ago for her hundredth birthday--Jennifer Martinette's birthday celebration was muted.

She missed Britney. Missed her friendship, missed her inventiveness, missed the skilled touch of her tongue on her--

She reprimanded herself mentally. That was the last thing she should be thinking of, given why Britney had been away for so long.

Intellectually, Jennifer knew that Britney had been away for over forty years, and that it had been about five and a half since she'd seen her last. But the way a Super Goddess perceived time was not the way an ordinary mortal did.

A Super Goddess was almost perfectly clairvoyant, able to perceive the entire present state of the universe with complete perfection at any and every instant, able to look into the past to any moment she wished, and even able to peer into the future, limited only by the fact that they couldn't clearly observe what other Super Goddesses--or those who had spent too much time around them--might do. Given the wealth of information they processed regularly, it was no wonder that they perceived time as being stretched out far more than someone without such power might.

So to Jennifer's instinctual perception of time, Britney Atwater had been away for trillions upon trillions of years.

"You miss her, don't you?" said Carol Tremblay, snuggling up beside Jennifer in the bed they so often shared.

"Yeah. I wonder what kept her away for my hundredth. I thought..."

"Ready to change her back?" Carol asked, voicing the question Jennifer had been asking herself for years.

A tear formed in Jennifer's eye. "No," she admitted to one of the few people who knew what sort of relationship she and Britney wanted with each other. "No, I'm not. I'm not sure if I'll ever be."

"Maybe a good birthday fucking will take your mind off of it." Carol had come to embrace the sexuality her powers demanded she have, and was now just as comfortable as any other ultipotent with the sorts of kinky, crazy sex they enjoyed with each other and the Super Goddesses and the more powerful Enhanced.

"Maybe," said Jen, but as Carol's dick probed at her labia, a sudden warp in the reality of the room made both of them shoot bolt upright, Jennifer teleporting out of bed to stand facing where she knew whatever was about to happen would.

Two figures, one unfamiliar, one more familiar to Jen than anyone else, appeared.

"Happy birthday," said Britney Atwater.

Jennifer Martinette broke down in tears, falling into the arms of her oldest friend.

--

"Well without wanting to sound too cliché," said Carol as she and Ellie stepped out of the bedroom where Jennifer and Britney had promptly forgotten about any desires for a platonic relationship, "welcome to my world. I'm Carol Tremblay, and as you may have surmised, that was Jennifer Martinette."

"Thanks," said Ellie. "I'm Ellie Kare. And I can tell Britney likes it here, anyway."

"We're all taking bets on how long they'll be in there for. Want in on the pool?"

"What? Can't you just, y'know, look and see?"

"Nah. Not even Jen can see the other Super Goddesses--and one of the very few powers people like Britney and me don't have is prescience."

"She could've fooled me," Ellie said. "Whenever she predicted something was going to happen, she was pretty much always right."

"Just because we're not prescient doesn't mean we can't make extremely good predictions," Carol pointed out. "Helps to have a mind capable of processing just about any amount of information in essentially no time at all. Plus, being basically all-powerful means that, if we really wanted to cheat, we could just make 'prophecies' that we then bring about ourselves."

"I guess." Ellie shrugged. "Put me in for--wait, what's the bet? What do you use for currency when you can just make anything you want pop into existence?"

"Favours, generally of the sexual sort. We all push each other's boundaries a bit. You should've seen me before Britney left! Fuck I was a prude. Still am, comparatively speaking, if what they're doing is any indication. Never thought Britney'd be into that!" Carol jerked a thumb at the closed door.

Ellie just shrugged. If there was one thing she knew better than anyone else, it was just how few limits Britney Atwater had when it came to all things sexual. "Put me down for three hours, then." That was about how long sex between her and Britney generally lasted.

"Anyway, so, what's it like? You know, out there, traveling the realms?" Carol asked eagerly as she and Ellie sat down on chairs she created from nothing.

"You haven't been out there yourself?"

"Nah. Could do, but I never really had a reason to, and didn't have Britney's wanderlust, anyway. But you've been all over with her now. So, what's it like?"

"It's... interesting," said Ellie. "Britney gave me a quote from an old entertainment from her world--this world, I guess--that summed it up pretty well. 'If you can't take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It's not safe out here. It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires...'"

Carol's voice joined Ellie's in finishing the quote. "'...both subtle and gross. But it's not for the timid.'"

Carol laughed. "Britney would have given you that quote. She especially liked it because the character who spoke it was omnipotent; did she tell you that?"

Ellie joined Carol's laughter. "No. But I can see the fascination."

"At some point we'll have to get you up to speed on all the stuff Britney never told you about. But for now... if I can ask a more personal question?"

Ellie nodded. She figured there was no point hiding secrets from someone as powerful as Carol Tremblay, after all. Britney said that everyone here was all nice and respectful of mental privacy and such, but she'd come to know and trust Britney. Everyone else was still a wildcard.

"What's it like? I mean, being a natural futa and all?"

Ellie had expected that. When Britney had told her that on her world, there were no natural-born futanari, Ellie had been pretty worried about going there. What if something about her proved fundamentally incompatible with the nature of Britney's reality? ("Aren't you the one who told me that you're comfortable with me telling reality precisely how to ignore us? You think I wouldn't do everything I could to get it to ignore you if that might happen?") What if the Super Goddesses didn't want a natural-born futa going about, mingling in the human genome? ("I've kept your reproductive drive suppressed for how long without incident? We can keep on doing that and you can keep on knocking me up whenever it gets too much to bear.") What if people thought that she was some powerful Enhanced, with her cock and all? ("We've all tried really hard not to place ourselves on too much of a pedestal, get too full of ourselves. Jennifer wouldn't be running her chain if she couldn't handle retail customers, after all. Nobody's going to ask you for magical favours just because you've got a dick.")

What Britney'd told her was that on her world, if you had both male and female genitalia, it meant you were, in some way, Enhanced, by a Super Goddess, an ultipotent, or another Enhanced with a lot of power. But it didn't necessarily go any farther than that--there were plenty of people whose only Enhancement was having both sets of genitals. Anyone who couldn't see her atoms' quantum signature would just assume she was one of those, and anyone who could would be too fascinated to meet someone from another world to worry much about how the manner by which she came to have a cock differed from how people in Britney's world generally came to have them.

"I mean, it's just like anything else you were born with, I guess. Britney told me you're a chess prodigy?" Ellie had in fact not been unfamiliar with chess, having learned a version of the game when she was growing up, though it had taken some getting used to the idea that the version Carol had mastered put the bishops closer to the king and queen than the knights!

"Was, I guess. It's boring now. I solved it years and years ago."

"And can you remember ever not being good at chess?"

"Not after my first few games," Carol admitted.

"So that's what it's like for me. I've just always had a penis and a vagina, just like you've always been good at chess. So without the basis for comparison, I can't really answer your question."

Carol nodded.

"You know," she said, "while we're waiting for them..."

"Fuck, is that all any of you can think of?" Ellie laughed, then grinned. "Of course, after spending a few trillion years with one of you, it's pretty much all I can think of, too."

The chairs became a bed as Carol opened herself to another new sexual experience.

--

"So who had four hours?" Jennifer asked as she and Britney walked buck-naked out of the bedroom to join the equally-undressed Carol and Ellie on the bed in the sitting room, all of them sticky and sweaty and proudly sporting "freshly-fucked" looks.

Carol responded immediately. "Nobody, but Ellie was closest with three. Nobody else took less than six." Carol grinned at Britney. "You're losing your stamina, old woman."

"Or I've just gotten more efficient," retorted Britney.

"I'd ask Brigitte and Bianca to join us," Jen interjected, "but Brigitte's taking her class on a whirlwind tour of historical sex scandals."

Ellie looked confused, and Britney took up the explanation. "Brigitte teaches journalism... in her own special way. She takes her classes into the past to interview various figures involved in newsworthy events. One of us always has to go along to ride herd and make sure she leaves the timeline untouched. Fixing it after the fact is so much more troublesome."

Ellie opened her mouth to ask another question, but Britney gave her a "later" look.

"Are you sure you're ready for this, Brit?" Jennifer asked.

Britney sighed. "I know you have to do it. You know you have to do it. One way or another, it's going to happen, it's just a matter of when." She took a deep breath. "So, yeah. I'll probably never be ready, which means there's no time like the present."

Jennifer nodded and Britney lowered her mental defenses--useless against Jennifer regardless, but Jennifer had never violated Britney's mind before, and as grave as the situation was, she wasn't about to start now.

When two of the presences in her mind abruptly vanished, Britney Atwater knew they might never come back.

Before the four naked, voluptuous women, two small, overdressed feminine young men appeared. One had a few natural feline features; the other had the same features, but clearly artificial. Aside from the difference in how they came to have said features, though--just the eyes, ears, and teeth differentiated them from ordinary humans--they were completely identical, closer even than identical twins might have been. As if they were the same person, born into different circumstances.

Which they were.

"Hello, Dusk. Hello, Kaelan," Britney said.

"Hello, Mistress," both of them said in unison, almost reverently, and Britney could sense Jennifer's palpable shock, for it mirrored her own.

"You... don't have to say that," she pointed out. "Not now."

"I know," said Dusk. "But... you're my Mistress. Nothing will ever change that." Kaelan nodded firm agreement.

Normally, when Britney brought one of her passengers out to play, they remained a part of her, their will subjugated to hers. But Jennifer, with her greater power, had restored Dusk and Kaelan Myr to full autonomy, independent of Britney's mind. There was no reason for them to be so respectful of her, not now. In fact, given that they still had all the memories of their time as part of her, she knew they had very many reasons not to.

"So," said Jennifer. "Tell us what happened."

Kaelan took up the story first. "I was kidnapped at a young age, had these forcibly implanted in me." He lifted a hand to stroke one of his ears. "Suffice it to say that that was... unpleasant. But I found my way to a big city, decided to see if I could make a go of running my own small business. Unfortunately, the person who loaned me money... turned out to have rather unorthodox methods of collecting on their debt. And they didn't care that I hadn't drummed up much business.

"After my first encounter with their debt collector, I knew I needed help. I ran into the street, crying for someone, anyone, and Britney answered.

"I explained my plight to her. She pointed out that she could just cause my debt to become void, but I told her that I wasn't just afraid of the debt collector; I was afraid of myself, too. That I'd just end up making the same sorts of bad decisions that had led me to my current point of desperation.

"I don't know what it was that tipped me off in Britney's denial that she could save me from myself that it was something within her power, just that she was reluctant to do it. But I pressed the point, and she admitted that she could absorb my consciousness into her own, take over my life, make my decisions for me... all of my decisions. She told me she could just as well fix my life as she could ruin it even further. But I saw no other choice. I saw no way for me to fix my life on my own, and so I put my trust in her."

"And ever since, she's been using you as a toy, basically," said Jennifer.

"I know. But she told me she could, and that she might. She showed me the sorts of things she might do with me. And... it was still better than what I foresaw for myself. The possibility that she might fix my life was better than the certainty that it would be ruined if I stayed as I was."

"But even that wasn't enough for her, was it?" asked Jennifer.

"No, it wasn't," Kaelan confirmed. "So I asked her if she was happy. And she said she was. And I asked if, in becoming part of her, I would share that happiness. And she said I would, at least to the extent she wished me to. And that was enough, for I saw no prospect of happiness in my future. I saw only pain, misery, suffering, and sorrow, and I begged her to rescue me from it, to give me a chance at happiness, even if it was a happiness to be granted arbitrarily at her whim."

Jennifer nodded, and turned to Dusk. She and Carol had both determined what Britney had already known: that Dusk and Kaelan Myr were in fact simply versions of the same person born into different realities, and that in recieving his feline implants, in some mystical way the multiverse was pushing Kaelan to be even more akin to his alternate self. "And what about you? What compelled you to ask Britney to end your existence, make you a part of her?"

"I was a fool," said Dusk simply. "Not in asking Britney for her aid, but in the choices I made prior to that. Among my people, there is a saying, that those who study magic are 'doomed to know not rest until they know naught but'. But, like many a youth, I considered the doom pure superstition, a silly thing said by elders to frighten us into not seeking our dreams. And my dream was the same as Britney's: to travel the realms, see new people and places beyond what I knew. So I dedicated years of my life to the study of the arcane, to seek a way to pierce the barrier of my reality and travel to others. And in time, I succeeded, and left home.

"But the doom caught up with me soon enough. A vile monster pursued me, capable of tearing its way across the dimensions to find its prey. I fled, always managing to stay one step ahead of it, until it caught me. And then it violated me and stole my magic, left me stranded, far from home, with no way of supporting myself and no confidence that I could survive. With the certain knowledge that it would be this monster that would bring my doom, that would bring me to eternal rest.

"And then, by chance, I met Britney. I told her my story, and she realized how akin I was to Kaelan. But when he appeared, I realized this was a person of unmatched power, one who could defeat my monster and give me peace. But she told me no, that the curse laid on my people was beyond her power to alter--"

Jennifer nodded in confirmation as her mind sought Dusk's home reality. It wasn't technically beyond even Britney's--never mind Jennifer's--power to change their fate, but to do so would have required an act just as worldchanging and unpredictable in its consequences as the original curse had been.

"--and that simply killing my current monster would leave me vulnerable to the next. But I asked how Britney had created Kaelan, and at that point it was Ellie"--he nodded toward the comparatively-powerless, green-haired cop--"who realized that my curse did not have to mean death. Kaelan had gained an eternal rest, of a sort, and Britney could do the same for me. So I begged her to fulfill my curse, telling her even a partial existence at the whim of another was preferable to certain death.

"And she obliged."

Jennifer paused a moment for thought. Then she said, "I can free you from her, if you'd like."

Both men shook their heads. "No," said Kaelan. "I want nothing more than to be a part of my Mistress for as long as she lives."

"But what she's done with you, to you. You cannot have liked it."

"No, I didn't," said Dusk. "At least, not now, looking back on it. But I did like it." Jennifer, Britney, and Carol could all see the signs of sexual arousal under Dusk's and Kaelan's clothes.

"Because she made you like it. Left to your own desires, you wouldn't have."

"True," said Kaelan, "but... I liked being made to like it." Ellie's eyes widened as dark spots appeared on their crotches.

"Or dislike it," added Dusk.

"And what I do like, unequivocally," said Kaelan, "is the freedom from responsibility. The freedom from having to make decisions. I never made a good decision in my entire life... but Britney has made a few for me. That is worth the cost of being unable to make my own decisions."

"But what you consider her best decision, she reversed it, tore you away from the family she'd allowed you to have, left you bereft of the love you'd felt," pointed out Jennifer.

"I can only assume that she knew I was about to make a terrible choice, one that would ruin that life, and so she pulled me back to save me from myself," said Kaelan.

Jennifer shook her head. "No, you wouldn't have. If she'd let you continue living that life, you would have been happy, Kaelan Myr. But Britney got jealous. She didn't want you to have happiness except that which she let you have. So she pulled you back."

"But she didn't, not really," Ellie spoke up in her lover's defence. "She withdrew you, it's true, Kaelan. But she made a copy of you, independent of her. That Kaelan went on to have the long, happy life Jennifer mentioned."

"So in a sense," said Dusk, "you did find happiness, Kaelan."

"Not just 'in a sense,'" concluded Kaelan. "I did. Or, rather, he did. But he was real. I am not. I am only as real as Britney lets me be... and I would want it no other way."

"Even if it means knowing that she denied you certain happiness, on your own?"

Kaelan paused. "Yes. The only choice I have ever made that I do not regret is the choice to be submerged into Britney's consciousness. Even if I am only happy when she allows me to be happy, even if I must do all that she bids me do, whatever I might think of it... even if she has at times denied me happiness when it was in my grasp... I chose, knowing such things would be within her power. And I would not change that choice." Dusk nodded firmly in agreement.

Jennifer smiled slightly. "Then I shall respect that choice." The two femboys smiled gratefully at her before reaching their hands out to Britney, who took them, reabsorbing them into herself, nestling them safely in her mind.

"So what's this about me winning the betting pool?" Ellie asked.

"Unfair advantage, you've been fucking Britney every day for the last however long," Carol said, chuckling. "But you won. One sexual favour from everyone who bet. You'll know who they are. Nothing too outlandish, mind you."

Jennifer touched a finger to Britney's temple and then pointed it where Dusk and Kaelan had stood, sparkles shooting out to form a human body. No sooner had she done so, however, than Britney's own hands flew to her head, grasping it in obvious pain.

The woman who had just materialized frowned and glared at Britney.

<Take... Autumn... out... too,> Britney projected telepathically through the mental pain. <Can't... stand... being... apart.>

Jennifer tapped Britney's temple again, and another body appeared, identical to the one already there. The twin sisters embraced, tearing their clothes off until the Super Goddess coughed lightly.

"Hello, Janice, Kelly."

"You mean Summer," corrected the first one to appear, Janice.

"And Autumn," said Kelly, the second.

"I mean Janice and Kelly," said Jen.

"And I told you, I'm Summer."

"And I'm Autumn."

"But those aren't your names."

"Yes they are. When we became part of Britney, she decided those would be our names. So those are our names."

"But you're not part of her right now," Jen pointed out.

"No, but we should be. It's where we belong," said Autumn.

"Where you belong?"

"Yeah. Part of Britney. So that we'll never be apart, never be one without the other."

"And how else were we going to get to enjoy all the kinkiest, craziest sex we could think of?" pointed out Summer.

<I'm surprised you didn't rename Dusk and Kaelan to Spring and Winter,> Jen projected to Britney.

<Too cliché,> Britney replied mildly.

"So you're fine with not being in control of your own lives, not even really having your own lives any more, because it means you get to have lots of sex?"

"Lots of kinky, crazy sex," Autumn clarified. "With cocks, and big boobs, and being giant and all."

"And it means..." Summer couldn't finish the sentence.

<They were terrified of being apart,> Britney projected to the other three. <Couldn't bear the thought that one of them would predecease the other. Hell, Kelly broke her arm on purpose after Janice broke hers skiing! They shared everything, and never wanted to stop sharing everything with each other.>

Jen nodded sympathetically. "If this is truly what you want... I will respect it. But I must insist we experience some of that 'kinky, crazy sex' some time soon. Summer. Autumn." She nodded to each of the twins in turn, who smiled broadly as she used their proper names before going back to making out with each other. Britney had to get up and put a hand on each of their heads to effect the reabsorption.

"And now your most... interesting passenger," said Jen.

"Nesariel Saelinoth is one of the most interesting people I've ever met," agreed Britney. "An absolute genius, but all she truly wanted..."

A grin stole onto Ellie's face. She had been the beneficiary of Nesariel's many interesting characteristics far more often than she could count.

Jen put a hand on Britney's shoulder, then flung her other one open. Swirls of light coalesced into a young-seeming female elf, almost completely naked save only for a pair of bracers, two belts across her back, crisscrossing in her cleavage, supporting a sword and a crossbow, and a belt around her waist, with--

Before Nesariel could even move, Jennifer froze her in time. "How did she get THAT?" she almost screeched--not in panic, or fear, but in shock.

"She made it," said Britney. "She had it when we met. And I promise you, she's never used it. Not actively."

Jennifer shook her head. "Interesting indeed."

She unfroze Nesariel, and the elf immediately dropped to her knees in front of Britney, kissing and cleaning her feet.

Britney idly kicked Nesariel in the jaw, sending her sprawling, and the woman got up, smiling broadly. "Thank you, Mistress. I should know better than to think I am worthy of kissing your feet without your instruction."

Britney just nodded her head toward Jennifer.

"Mistress told me much of you, Goddess." Jen quirked an eyebrow at Britney.

<If I changed what she insists on calling me--and you, once I told her about you--I'd be changing who she is, fundamentally.>

"And I know little of you," replied Jennifer.

"I am Nesariel Saelinoth, Crown Princess of Seldenwald, Champion of Her Majesty Queen Tanrith III Saelinoth, General of the Armies of the West, High Archmage and Chief Scholar of the Hall of Lower Elmoncor," she announced in a lordly, regal tone. "Or I was," she finished in a tone much more akin to the one in which she had apologized to Britney.

Jen nodded for her to continue.

"By the time I came of age, I was already the most feared warrior in Seldenwald, the most powerful mage, and the most learned scholar. It was not long after my official investiture as Crown Princess that I was tasked with putting down a rebellion in one of the provinces more distant from the capital. Leading a small force, we defeated the rebels and pacified the province, but feeling emboldened by my first military success, I seized the initiative and we conquered a neighboring principality which we had discovered had been fomenting the insurrection. It was not long after, with a series of successful conquests, that I was given overall military command of Seldenwald.

"Under my leadership, Seldenwald expanded until, within ten years, we controlled our entire continent directly and the rest of our world indirectly through our control of the seas and the maritime trade. My mother, Tanrith III, was ailing--we are long-lived and become fertile only late in life--and I was popular with the people. But there were a few who were not happy.

"The royal advisors expected a pliable monarch, one who would listen to their advice, consider it, and follow it to the letter. But in me they feared they had a strong-willed monarch, one who would keep her own counsel and be unafraid to disregard them. That they could not abide, so they roused the people against me, lying to them that I would be as brutal to them as I had been reported--falsely reported--to be in the conquered lands, and that I would exert economic force against them as I supposedly had with the overseas lands. So faced with the choice of becoming the brutal ruler they claimed I was in order to restrain popular discontent, or of going into exile, I naturally chose the latter."

<You will probably not be surprised to learn that, once she had read Shakespeare, she promptly settled on Coriolanus as her favourite,> Britney beamed mentally to Jen, and the Super Goddess shook her head with a smile.

"Another ten years in exile passed, my younger sister Drelwen becoming Crown Princess in my stead, while I continued to grow in power and learning in my small villa, my magic enabling me to easily create portals throughout the world to visit libraries surreptitiously to borrow the books I needed. And then, one day, someone simply stepped right past my wards. Allowed them to trip and warn me of her arrival, but was unharmed by them. She simply walked straight to my front door and knocked."

A fond smile broke out on Nesariel's face. "Britney Atwater took one look at me and, for the first time in my life, I knew I had met someone who knew what I wanted and, more importantly, would give me what I wanted."

"And what was that?" asked Jen.

"She asked if I had prepared dinner," said Nesariel. "I said I had; my kitchen was powered by my magic and thus a meal for one was waiting. It would have been trivial to prepare a second for such an interesting visitor, but Britney told me that would be unnecessary. She would have the prepared dinner, and had her own dinner for me." Now Nesariel's eyes closed, as if she were reliving a moment of pure bliss. "Britney sat at my table and ate my dinner, while I sat under it and sucked her cock.

"From that moment on I knew my true purpose, my true destiny. I was still Nesariel Saelinoth, rightful Crown Princess of Seldenwald. I was still the most powerful mage and most learned scholar in my world... but firstly and most importantly, I was and forevermore would be Britney Atwater's abject slave, doing her bidding in every particular."

Nesariel's thighs rubbed together. "The next thirty years were the most blissful of my life. Britney lived in my home, made me her personal domestic servant while she idled about. I was only allowed to use magic when she let me, and whenever she wished I had to present myself to her for punishment for whatever real or imagined fault she found with me. I took on whatever form she wished me to have. I performed whatever act she wished me to perform. I could not think of disobeying her, and had no wish to do so in any event.

"Then, one day, after having been shrunken down and forced to sleep in the folds of her labia after she found a speck of dust on a windowsill I'd just cleaned--a speck I am quite sure she created after the fact simply to find"--Britney gave a minute nod, and Nesariel responded with an appreciative smile--"I awoke to find her gone. To say I was devastated would be an understatement. It took me almost a week to realize that once again, I was on my own, making my own decisions, not having to wonder what offense I might have caused someone, what sort of punishment they might inflict on me. I was once again Champion, High Archmage, Chief Scholar... and all I wanted, more than anything else, was to be Britney Atwater's slave once more.

"But Britney had left me a gift in her departure. She had harnessed my own world's magic in leaving, not her own, and left me the lingering pattern of how to create my own portal between realities."

Nesariel shuddered at the memory. "The next year I spent doing nothing but determining how I, with my limited power, could replicate something so effortlessly done by someone with limitless power. It was not easy... but then, I did not become High Archmage because I won a beauty contest." She preened just a little, and indeed she was beautiful--accounted by all in Seldenwald, Britney knew, as the most beautiful in the world. "I followed her to find her in a vastly different place, and for all the time it had taken me, she had included a temporal shift in the portal, so that I arrived only a few days after she did.

"She congratulated me, told me I'd proved I was worthy of her companionship, and we fell back into the same wonderful relationship we had enjoyed. And since then I have known nothing but pure bliss, marked only by minor jealousy.

"I was there when Britney absorbed Kaelan Myr, and then Summer and Autumn. When she first brought Ellie Kare to her home, it was me with whom they played, not the others. And I realized that, more even than I wanted to be her slave, I wanted to be merely a part of her, every aspect of me subject to her every whim, having no opportunity for independent thought, my every desire, every action, determined directly by her. No opportunity for me to misinterpret.

"When Britney left that place, she took me with her, but not Ellie, which pleased, puzzled, and displeased me. I was pleased at how high she held me in her affections, but could not understand why she had left such a wonderful partner, especially one who was equally willing to treat me as I wished to be treated. It was not long, however, before such questions were put out of my mind, as Britney reached across the realms to draw Ellie back to her, to us.

"The three of us traveled together for a time. Britney generally would not interfere with local economies to any great extent, and so she often sent me out to earn a living--more or less honest--while she and Ellie lived off my labour. I was happy to do it, of course, for my Mistresses were far more deserving of such idle time than one as worthless as I. Sometimes I would be accompanied by Kaelan, or Summer and Autumn, but generally not.

"And so I was also there when we met Dusk. And finally came the day that I had both dreaded and hoped for.

"My sister Drelwen was always an incompetent fool. She had become Queen shortly after my departure from that world, and under her rule Seldenwald's hegemony had crumbled. My mother had maintained it through threats of letting me "loose" again. But eventually whispers started that I was nowhere to be found. And so she set her mages to the task of finding me, and when she was near the end of her life--childless, with no apparent heir other than me--they succeeded.

"They appeared in my Mistresses' bedroom while they were using me to enhance their own lovemaking. Naturally, they were incensed to see the Crown Princess treated so, but even I could have easily stopped their pitiful efforts to attack us. Britney simply froze them in place and made them watch as she and Ellie continued their passions, and then we discussed what to do.

"I told Britney I would not go back, that I had sworn an unbreakable oath to be with her forever--and reminded her that she had sworn a similar oath to me. But I also reminded her that by the laws of Seldenwald, with no other heir, my title as Crown Princess could only be extinguished if I ceased to be."

Britney took up the story at that point. "I pointed out to Nesariel that Seldenwald was falling into ruin, its lands being overrun by the peoples it had once conquered. But she told me in turn that the invaders were largely ignoring the common folk and were instead sieging the palaces and the royal city, for they knew who was responsible for the depredations that had been inflicted on their lands. And it was those same people who had exiled her, and now wanted her back. She was content to know that the commoners were safe, and refused to return."

"I told Britney that so long as I existed, we would be pursued. It might be little more than a gnat, something easily swatted aside whenever it drew near... but I also reminded her that I was dying. My magic could keep my appearance young, my body hale, and my mind sound, but it could not prevent my natural death. And if she made me immortal, that would only prolong the pursuit. She asked me what I would have her do, and I told her that I wished nothing more than the same fate which had befallen Kaelan Myr at her hands."

Britney smiled. "It was easy at that point to convince the mages to depart. After all, what good is a Queen whose existence is at the whim of another? The towers of Seldenwald would fall into ruin, the land partitioned when it had once ruled, for they had exiled their one chance of preserving it."

Nesariel nodded. "And now I am here. And I beg of you: do not part me from my Mistress. She and I have sworn reciprocal oaths of service to each other, oaths lasting into eternity. I exist to do her bidding. All I wish is to continue to do her bidding. All I wish is to be part of her, for it has only ever been with her that I have known true joy."

Jennifer nodded, but held up a hand, freezing Nesariel in time. "You can keep all of them... but we've got to talk about those weapons. She made them all herself?"

Britney nodded. "She had all but one when I met her. The last was the one project I allowed her to work on while she served me, though I gave her no aid in it."

"But why let her keep the others?"

"Because they were hers, and she had never misused them."

Jen shook her head as she surveyed Nesariel's arsenal once more. Across her back were a sword that never dulled, and a crossbow always fitted with an arrow, with a head that could hit with a force up to millions of times Earth's nuclear arsenal at its peak. On her belt, meanwhile, were another two swords and four guns. There was a standard revolver, always loaded with explosive rounds. An energy gun, capable of vaporizing a planet with a single shot. A teleportation gun, depositing whatever its beams hit to a random, but safe, place well away from the battle. And a transmogrification gun, the one she'd built while serving Britney, capable of only minor changes to its target as its user willed. On her left hip was a sword that could open up into another energy weapon, this one causing its target intense pain. And on her right hip...

"I still wonder how she made a Blade of Nonexistence," Jennifer said, creating one for herself and twirling it in her hand, being sure to keep the blade well away from Ellie.

For beings such as Jennifer, Britney, and Carol, a Blade of Nonexistence was an interesting curio, a trinket. After all, its chief property--that whatever it cut, whatever was on the black side of the blade would cease even to exist--was one a being of their power had no use for, for they could already will anything out of--or into--existence. As indeed could Nesariel's Blade, for she could switch it to a Blade of Creation, which would create copies of the last thing it had cut as a Blade of Nonexistence, overwriting extant matter if necessary, or replacing whatever had been deleted. Nesariel had found it useful on occasion to give herself extra arms, but that had been the extent of her active use of it. She carried it not for its usual purpose--which she knew was much too dangerous to use in battle--but because of the aura carrying the blade projected about her, of fear and awe she knew were vital for a warrior, although she might not have wanted to invoke them.

And finally, her bracers, which projected an absolute invincibility about her, and could, at her command, produce perfectly-balanced throwing knives in any quantity she needed. Nesariel Saelinoth, everyone present knew, was a walking machine of pure death... and would not have been able to think of using any of it against any of them even if her desires had not been completely subordinated to Britney's.

"Serendipity, she told me. She was attempting to make something that would make her a more feared warrior in preparation for a difficult campaign, and her magic gave her that."

Jennifer shook her head. "Accident. She made one of the most powerful weapons ever envisioned by accident. And all she ever really wanted was for someone to come along who would throw her over their knee and give her a good paddling."

"Well, that, and plenty of other stuff," said Britney.

Jennifer laughed. "Go on, then! Reclaim her." As Britney did so, Jennifer sidled up to Ellie. "I don't believe we've been properly introduced. I'm Jennifer Martinette. I imagine Britney's told you about me?"

"A little," said Ellie. "I do know I have you to thank for giving Britney the ability to allow me to live out so many of my fantasies."

Jennifer scooted closer to the one-time police chief. "And I'd be interested in trying out a few of those fantasies for myself," she said. "My bedroom door's always open--figuratively speaking."

Jennifer and Carol vanished, but the sounds of their resumed sexual activities soon came through the door behind Britney and Ellie.

"They liked me," said Ellie, a bit of disbelief in her voice.

"Of course they liked you. Who hasn't liked you?"

"I thought they only liked me because of you."

"Ellie, we've met plenty of people who had no particular reason to like me, or really even respect me, or fear me. And they all liked you."

"I know, but... I guess I'm just still not used to the idea that people like me for me."

Britney smiled. "I like you for you... insecurities and all, Ellie. Now go teach Jen and Carol a few new tricks, OK?"

Ellie smiled back before rising from the bed, her fat and swiftly-hardening cock swinging between her legs as she walked to the door, opened it, and closed it behind her. It didn't take long for the screams of pleasure and excitement to reach new peaks.

--

Alone in the impromptu bedroom, five figures appeared before Britney, fully naked. Even Nesariel was stripped of her bracers and weaponry.

"Now, whatever shall I do with you..." Britney pondered out loud while her toys--hers for good, now--knelt silently before her, offering no opinion, no resistance, their minds mostly blank while Britney decided what they should think, what they should do, who they should be, now that she was home.

--

February 28, 2126

Dusk felt distinctly uncomfortable sitting across from Kaelan in the small restaurant.

It wasn't that he was in the body of a beautiful woman. In fact, Britney tended to put all of them into such bodies more often than not, and while he conceded that that body wasn't often one that was seven feet tall, muscular, with breasts each twice the size of his head and an ass to match, and a face as beautiful as any he'd ever seen, he wasn't unused to being in such a body.

Nor did it disturb him that Kaelan was in essentially the male equivalent of his own body: six inches taller, heavily muscled, with eighteen inches of soft dick dangling between his legs and a stupendously handsome face that could get any woman aroused--including Dusk, despite the fact that his mind was still thoroughly male, which was another state of affairs to which he had become accustomed. He could remember plenty of times when he'd had his (or at least a) male mind but a female body, and Britney had sometimes given him a female mind and a male body.

It also didn't bother him that both he and Kaelan were thoroughly naked. After all, nobody was looking askance at their nudity--though they did get any number of appreciative ogles--and most other people weren't wearing very much, either. Enough of them went naked that they weren't out of place.

It didn't even bother him that he was supposed to be dating someone who was, essentially, himself--at least, himself from an alternate reality. Given the sorts of things Britney had often had them doing, a little alternate-universe-selfcest was pretty tame. And besides, for all that his original body was as small and petite as Dusk's had been, Kaelan knew what he was doing with thirty inches of rock-hard cock and just how best to pleasure a gigantic pair of tits.

No, what bothered him most was that for the first time since he'd chosen to end his independent existence--begged for it, really, to escape his otherwise-inevitable fate for his foolishness--he knew he was part of Britney Atwater, knew his will was utterly, completely subjugated to hers, that he could have no thought that she didn't approve... and he knew that, and he knew that a greater power than she could have set him free and he turned it down, and Britney had kept on using him as a toy for the next few days, when she was in bed with Ellie, or Carol, or Jennifer, or any of the other amazing women he'd met... and he felt free. He felt, for the first time in a very long time, like he was in control of his own destiny, that he could make his own decisions, and that he would not be gainsaid. He felt Britney's comforting, protective presence about him, but not the controlling one he'd become so accustomed to. The one that let him know he wasn't in charge, the one that promised freedom from choice and responsibility... the one he'd so desperately needed. The one that excited him, put him on the edge, never knowing when he would be forced to do something he would never have done on his own.

The presence he'd come to crave, to depend upon, was gone.

As worlds went, of course, he could hardly be in a safer one, he supposed, given how many people there were who enjoyed power equal to--if not greater than--Britney's. If there was a place where it was okay for him to make a mistake, make another one, and another, without consequence, it was here. And Britney was still there, in his mind, promising to nudge him away from his mistakes, still reminding him that he was a mere ephemera, and would forevermore be.

But even semi-autonomy was strange. He deeply desired the feeling of total subjugation, complete helplessness, the certain knowledge that something was going to happen to which he did not agree... but to which he would be made to agree, his mind, his very self altered to be in accord with another's whims and wishes.

And then, for a fleeting instant, he felt it again, but it was not the same feeling as when Britney meddled with him. This was another force--a greater force, he felt, his rudimentary magical senses told him--that had taken him and Kaelan away from where they were and deposited them in comfortable chairs with instrumentation all around. He winced just a bit as a needle pricked his thigh, and saw Kaelan do the same.

"Hello," came a voice from behind them, and he turned his head to see an amazingly beautiful naked woman simply step through the wall. She was absurdly sexual, with breasts larger than Dusk's on her chest and a cock longer than Kaelan's dangling between her thighs, on a body that wasn't even three-quarters Kaelan's height. Her long hair was gray with a hint of blue, and she introduced herself. "I am Christina Representative Gynoid 605E70. I have been created to inform you as to why Christina brought you here and ask your assistance in a study she wishes to perform."

Dusk felt Britney imparting new knowledge to him, and he knew that "Christina" was in fact Irina Volkoba, an extremely reclusive Super Goddess who was deeply committed to scientific and medical research.

"What sort of study?" asked Kaelan.

605E70 explained while a second figure, built identically to her but with light turquoise hair, stepped through the wall from which she'd just emerged. "Christina knows that you are the same person, from different realities. She wishes to study this phenomenon to further improve her understanding of alternate realities."

"But how can we be all that useful in that?" asked Dusk. "Neither of us really exists any more. We're just a figment of Britney's imagination, basically." Given that he knew he wasn't free of Britney's influence, as he had been two weeks ago when Jennifer had pulled him away, it felt strange to use her name instead of one of his more typical appellations.

"That is of no consequence," 605E70 replied. "Even from what remains of your consciousnesses following that Christina will be able to learn much, and further she can easily follow along your timelines to study you as you were when you had not become part of Britney Atwater."

While both Dusk and Kaelan knew intellectually that they had once been their own people, independent beings, their lives as such had not been pleasant, and they shuddered at the reminder.

"My partner, Christina Representative Gynoid 37DFE4," 605E70 went on, "will be conducting the study. Christina has found that the most effective means of doing so are erotic and sexual in nature. If you will agree?"

Before Dusk could say anything, Kaelan spoke up. "It's going to get annoying to address you as 605E70 and 37DFE4 constantly. Do you have other names?"

605E70 and 37DFE4 looked at each other, and the turquoise-haired gynoid spoke in the same voice as the gray-haired one. "We do not have names. We are created by Christina to serve her as she needs, and names are unimportant to our function. However," she said, walking over to Kaelan and massaging his shoulders, even as 605E70 walked over to Dusk and started brushing his hair, "nor do they impede our function. If you wish to give us names, you may."

Kaelan smiled, and Dusk knew precisely what memory he was recalling. "I'll call you Michelle, then."

"And I'll call you Brianna," Dusk told 605E70.

"Very well. Now, are you agreeable to taking part in Christina's study?" Brianna asked again.

As Dusk squirted his first jets of pussy juice on Brianna's face as she ate him out, he realized it wasn't because of her ability at oral sex, excellent though it was--but rather because Britney had decided that, even through proxies for both of them, she wanted to have sex with Irina Volkoba.

--

Summer and Autumn walked down a wide street in a ritzy shopping district, bags hanging from their arms as they strutted buck-naked, showing off their latest bodies from Britney.

It didn't really disturb them that Britney wasn't controlling their actions. It was enough that they knew she could. It was the excitement of knowing that they could lose control at any time that they craved, and what happened when they did was simply out of their hands. If Britney was content, as she seemed to be, to leave them be, that was quite all right by them.

Neither especially cared for their current bodies, but that was only because they were used to being at least three times taller than their current six-foot-eight height. They'd dreamed of being giantesses for as long as either could remember, and Britney loved to indulge that dream. But here, now that she was home, twenty-five-foot tall, well-hung twin futanari with gigantic breasts would have stood out too much.

So they contented themselves with trying on clothes and shoes and finding fun sex toys and whatnot. Oh, sure, Britney could've just created it all out of nothing for them. But they liked shopping, and they liked having money, and they liked showing it all off.

For herself and Ellie, Britney had generally declined to meddle with the economies of the worlds she'd visited, preferring to send out Nesariel to earn some sort of living for them. But Summer and Autumn had been born into wealth. Hedonists to their core, they'd indulged in every privilege, every opportunity, that money could purchase, and part of why they'd decided to become part of Britney was because she offered all the things their money couldn't buy. But they still liked having money, and spending money, and so Britney was willing to tweak matters a little to ensure that they could live comfortably--at least, when she decided to bring them out, and when she decided to let them remember that they were rich, of course. She'd had them labouring alongside the others more than a few times. Not that Summer or Autumn had much objected to what that often entailed!

Turning aside to go into a coffee shop, Summer looked for a place to sit while Autumn paid for their food and drinks, pulling a purse out of what Britney had long since had them thinking of as a "hammerspace" within her cleavage. Both of them would have preferred to store stuff inside their breasts rather than between them, but Britney was unwilling to set up all the irksome little details of transmutation between milk and other matter that would have been involved. (The one time Summer had thought about maybe using their balls Britney had squashed that notion so firmly Summer had never even thought to think of it again.)

Sitting down, identical smiles on their faces as the seats conformed to their huge asses, thick thighs, and long cocks, they began to eat when another figure showed up in an empty chair at the table. Both twins recognized her immediately, considering what they'd been doing in their bedroom over the last two weeks.

"Hi," said Suzie Gallagher. "I'd really like it if you'd join me for my next show."

Summer and Autumn never needed to be asked something like that twice.

--

Ellie Kare sat at a table outside a similar coffee shop and thought back over the last two weeks.

She still couldn't really get over the fact that everyone liked her.

She still couldn't really believe Britney liked her, for that matter. After all, here was someone with the power to reshape entire universes--create and destroy entire universes!--at her fingertips, all of reality bowing to her every whim, and she liked someone like Ellie. Liked her so much she'd actually offered to give her power almost equal to her own. Liked her so much that even after Ellie declined, she still stayed with her, still let Ellie do what she pleased with her--so long as she could do what she pleased with Ellie, something in which she was only too willing to indulge Britney--and had taken her home to meet the woman who'd given Britney her powers.

And that woman, Jennifer Martinette, had liked Ellie, too. So had the other women to whom Jennifer had given power like Britney's. So had a number of others who had power equal to Britney's--if not even Jennifer's. They could have ignored her, or crushed her like a bug, or done whatever they pleased, but they liked her. She was one of them, now, another part of their huge, pseudo-incestuous pseudo-family (or, in the case of one "Super Goddess" she'd met, actual incest and actual family), and none of them would have it any other way.

Nor would Ellie Kare.

"It's because of what you did when I made that universe for you," said Britney, popping into existence across the table.

"That was... I was just... I dunno, bored and overworked by it, if that's not a contradiction in terms."

"When it comes to omnipotence," Britney pointed out, "contradictions are just minor annoyances to be brushed aside with a bit of logic alteration. But I take your meaning."

It wasn't exactly true that Ellie had declined to become omnipotent. She actually had tried it, and Britney had created a whole universe for her to shepherd, guiding its development, tinkering with it as she saw fit, doing what she would with it. If she wanted to let everything happen without any intervention from her, she could. If she wanted to reach in and change the fundamental physical laws of it, she could do that, too. She'd settled for something in between, tweaking things here and there so that there were plenty of different intelligent species all developing around the same time and at about the same rate, discovering how to travel between their various civilizations and coming into contact and then, Ellie saw to it, generally not fighting but finding out that she'd made sex between different species way more pleasurable and fun than intraspecies sex. Which then, of course, made more different species, which meant more opportunities for amazing sex, and the spiral continued.

Ellie would, of course, show up every once in a while to indulge herself in the fun.

But it had both been a lot of work, figuring out just what to do to get the results she wanted--at least she could reverse time in case things went wrong!--but also so easy to do things, everything happening at a thought with no real effort. All reward and no real work.

And so, when Britney had offered her power like she'd just enjoyed, only on a much grander scale, she'd said no.

Britney waved a hand at the table and a small hologram of Carol Tremblay appeared. "But if you ever find someone who would say yes, willingly give up omnipotence having tasted it... you'll have found someone worthy of it," she said.

"They don't just like you, Ellie. They respect you. They admire you. You're what we all wish we could be."

Ellie had seen the documentary with that clip of Carol. "Some of you already are that."

"But you outright turned it down. You didn't say, oh, only if such-and-such happens first, or only if this-and-that can happen later. It was offered, unequivocally, no strings attached. And you turned it down, unequivocally. After knowing what it was like. After having had that control, that power. And you said no."

Ellie shook her head. "I still find it hard to believe that in a world with so many people--fifty? sixty?--capable of twisting reality any which way they like, of having their every wish fulfilled, every fantasy realized, every dream come true, it's me who's somehow the most worthy of honour, the most worthy of praise."

Britney shrugged. "Except that you are. Of course, it doesn't hurt that you're also completely smoking hot," she added in a completely different tone.

"Yeah, but so are all of you!" said Ellie.

"Doesn't mean we can't appreciate beauty when we see it."

Ellie shifted a bit uncomfortably in her chair. She was in full uniform, at Britney's request, and at full expansion on her assets, which meant it was a very good thing her uniform was completely indestructible, because otherwise there was no way it could have held breasts each twice the size of her head, an ass to match, or fat twin cocks sliding down each pant leg to just past her knee. As it was her cockheads, and her cocks' veins, showed up clearly against her pants, and her erect nipples dented her shirt. She could even feel her balls pulsing with a need to release, and not just the blanks she'd so often fired, but pulsing with the need to breed someone, knock her up.

But Ellie pushed that aside. She knew that Britney--or someone, anyway--would help her take care of that if it became clear she couldn't hold it back. "There is one thing that I'm a bit worried about, though," she said.

"Oh?"

"What am I going to do for a living?"

"What living? Jen's already told you--"

"I know what Jen said. And I'm grateful. But I'm a cop, Britney. I need to do something. I need to feel that I'm making a difference, making the world a better place somehow. But, I mean, with so many people who can just do anything they want, boom"--she snapped her fingers--"just like that, what sort of crime could there be?"

"You'd be surprised how many people are stupid enough to think they can get away with stuff in a world like this. People are people, no matter where you go."

"But, I mean, where can I start? I worked my way up to chief, Britney. I'll start at the bottom again if I have to, but..."

"I don't think you'll have to," said Britney as she faded away, her smile disappearing last as in one of the stories from her youth she'd shared with Ellie.

Replacing Britney was another incredibly attractive woman, this one a tanned blonde in a police officer's uniform, too, though unlike Ellie's, which covered her up completely from neck to feet, this cop's uniform seemed painted on and showed substantially more cleavage than Ellie's would have if she were similarly dressed.

Ellie hadn't met the Super Goddess Paula Estévez yet, but she easily recognized her from the description Britney'd given her.

"Hi," said Paula. "Britney tells me you're a very accomplished police chief where you come from."

"Well," Ellie demurred, knowing exactly what it was she was accomplished at doing, and also knowing her methods would probably be very much frowned upon here. "I guess someone must've liked me to make me chief."

Paula shrugged. "Britney told me all about it. Look, we need a new chief down in Nueva Caracas. Everyone seems too threatened by me. Silly, really. I'm working my way up like anyone else, and I'm not going to jump any queues just because I'm omnipotent or anything like that. So if you could stand in for a bit, show everyone I'm not going to try to topple whoever's put in the chief's office, or undermine them, or be insubordinate or anything like that, I'd be really grateful."

Ellie goggled. Then she recovered herself and asked, "And just how far might your lack of insubordination extend?"

"Well," said Paula, "I guess the only way to find out is to take the offer." She held out a hand.

Ellie took it.

--

Nesariel Saelinoth didn't care that Britney wasn't actively controlling her actions, or at least seemed not to be. She wouldn't have cared if Britney had been, either, for that matter. She had long since resolved that her will would be subordinate to Britney's in all matters, whatever the costs to and consequences for her might be. Becoming an actual part of Britney simply made irrevocable an arrangement that Nesariel had long since enthusiastically accepted.

At that moment, what she cared far more about was that Britney was, for the first time in an extremely long time, going back to even before Nesariel made her final surrender to her Mistress, allowing Nesariel to use her own magic fully. She reveled in the glory of feeling the power to twist reality to her will flowing through her, the strength of it not comparing at all to Britney's, never mind Jennifer's, of course, but still putting her even with the most powerful of the regular Enhanced people, those who had been given great power yet not at the level of a Super Goddess or an ultipotent.

Of course, it wasn't her own magic any more. She had surrendered it to Britney, along with every other part of her, that fateful, joyous day when the royal hunters found them. And even more so, it wasn't the magic she'd had, since, as she'd discovered when she first tried to use it to light a candle, it was highly unstable in this reality, and it was a very good thing Jennifer and Britney were immortal while she herself didn't actually exist except as part of Britney, given the strength of the explosion that resulted. So Jennifer had run a small thread of her own power through Nesariel's magic, not making it stronger in any way, merely stabilizing it so that she could use it safely.

Britney would have done it, of course, but something strange had happened to her Mistress's magic on her long sojourn. When she'd left, it was a mirror of Jennifer's, an infinitely deep well of power which she could tap at will and which only someone as powerful as Jennifer could block her from. But now, while neither its strength nor its limitations had changed--Britney had allowed Jennifer to confirm that--its nature had. Britney's magic was no longer the pure reflection of Jennifer's it had been, but was shot through with the magic of billions of worlds, where her very presence drew in power to herself. To one with the ability to see such things, Jennifer shone like a dazzle of pure pink light, while Britney was a coruscating rainbow, still fundamentally pink but with magic of all shades and hues flowing through it, twisting into it and blending together into a glorious harmony. All of them had agreed that, given how Britney's magic had changed--and especially given how long she'd carried Nesariel's specifically with her--it would be safer to let Jen anchor Nesariel's magic.

Nesariel had had fun watching Jennifer and Britney test how her magic had changed her powers--not what she could do, but how she did them. For Jennifer, there was no conscious thought about how specifically to accomplish a given feat. If she wanted to fly, she could alter gravity around herself, or make the air move her body, or teleport repeatedly faster than most eyes could track, or alter her own mass, or lift herself with her own telekinesis, or any number of other ways, but her power always defaulted to the same manner of doing any given task. She could consciously choose one method or another, of course, but absent such direction the method was always the same. Not so with Britney, now that she had come home. With so many different sorts of magic shooting through her, the manner in which she did something was seemingly random, dependent on the relative concentrations of her various types of power in the sample she drew upon. Not only that, but her powers had worked to make all the "foreign" magic self-replicating, so that she would never deplete it and return to the purer magic of Jennifer. Unless she and Jennifer methodically picked apart all of Britney's various forms of magic, she would forevermore be surprised at how her powers operated in any given instance.

Which, of course, meant that neither she, nor Jennifer, nor any other Super Goddess or ultipotent, for that matter, had any intention of unraveling the tangled web Britney's powers had become. The uncertainty over how Britney's powers would behave was, quite simply, enthralling for them.

Of course, it hadn't distracted them in any way from thinking up various perverse sexual things to do, and Nesariel's current mode of existence was certainly evidence of that! Not content to place her in one body as she had done with her other four passengers, Britney had placed Nesariel into four herself, and none of them were at all "normal".

Not that Nesariel cared about that, either. She'd existed as a hair on Britney's head for millennia at one point, well before she'd become a part of her Mistress's consciousness.

Her first body was the closest to "normal" she had: an elven form, but with four breasts each the size of her head, along with two huge cocks, currently erect and spreading her boobs apart, and eight arms so that she could pleasure all of her nipples and dicks at once while still having a pair free for other matters, such as teasing her pussy and her ass.

Her second body was that of a centaur, though with feet instead of hooves. The upper body was in fact essentially the same as on her elven form, except that one of the cocks had been shifted to the back, where she also had a second cunt.

Her third was a lamia, and here her upper body did differ, for she only had two arms, and no dicks. But instead of a normal elongated snake's tail, breasts marched down her torso, past where her waist would be, and all the way to the tip of her tail. They covered her entire body below her neck, making her whole skin exquisitely sensitive. She was already in constant orgasm from the feel of the cobblestones against her nipples.

But her fourth body was the one she was most excited to be in. Also a centaur form, she had nine breasts in three rows of three, with eight arms, and two cocks jutting from her front groin to nestle inside her twin cleavages, along with two heads so that she could suck herself off if she felt so inclined. Her lower half, however, was even stranger, for while the back was a typical centaur's back--albeit without the fur--at its rear was a massive udder, full to bursting with both milk and cum, and five titanic penises, each wider around than her torso, including her breasts, dragging on the ground, one going between her legs with the head fully past her feet, the other four splaying out to either side. It took all her willpower--and a touch of magic--not to release a flood as she walked. It wasn't the first time she'd been in a body like it, and to distinguish it from a regular centaur, she'd taken to thinking of it as a "sextaur"--a term which Britney had admitted Nesariel came up with on her own, and that her Mistress had never thought of herself.

When she stopped for a moment, to wait for a gondola that could carry all her bodies in a city that the Super Goddess Elza Sabini had saved from sinking under the waves, she felt a weight on her centaur back, and hands groping all four of that body's boobs. Even before she turned to look, she could feel the power blazing from the newcomer, not as strong as Jennifer's, but certainly equal to Britney's or Carol's.

When she did look, she received a major shock on seeing the other woman's ears--not human, but very much like her own.

"I'm Aisha," the elf introduced herself. "I'm one of the ultipotents of Queen-Mother M'Wela Mutegaraba of Prosperia, and the progenitor of all Aishan Elves. I'd very much like it if you'd come with me there, so that we can... study our cultural differences. M'Wela's quite eager to meet you, too."

Nesariel sought in her mind for Britney's guidance. A decision of even this magnitude was not one she'd taken for herself since the day she'd reunited with her Mistress. But while she felt Britney's approval, and excitement, what she did not feel was any compulsion. If she declined, Britney would not, she was sure, overrule her. She would be disappointed, but would accept Nesariel's decision.

But ultimately, there was only one decision that the Chief Scholar of the Hall of Lower Elmoncor could make.

"Take me to your leader," said Nesariel Saelinoth.

Epilogue - March 28, 2126

Dusk lay in bed with Brianna, his cock in her cunt, his boobs squishing wonderfully against her back as she was the little spoon inside his big spoon.

Since Brianna and Michelle were both futas, Britney had decided to give Dusk and Kaelan similar forms, though still substantially larger than the gynoids' bodies. For the purposes of long-term research, they lived in a suite that was simultaneously part of Castle Volkoba and Jennifer Martinette's mansion, though nobody could enter or leave except through the power of a Super Goddess or an ultipotent. Jennifer and Britney wanted a physical nearness, but Irina wanted seclusion, as well, and so the women had combined their powers to twist reality to suit them.

"You know, I think four weeks may be the longest Britney's gone without interfering with me," Dusk said.

"How can you be sure she's not? She can just make her ideas seem like they were yours all along," Brianna replied.

"As Irina can with you?" Dusk pointed out. He'd actually had the chance to meet the shy, reclusive Super Goddess Irina Volkoba, although not for very long and they didn't much get past the introductions before she vanished.

"Well, it's not quite the same. You're still fundamentally a part of Britney, while I'm my own being. Irina can take over my mind whenever she likes, but for me the default is autonomy, while for you it's servitude."

"Has she taken over your mind recently?"

"Maybe. Would you complain too much if she had?"

Dusk thought for a moment. "No. As long as you're okay with it."

"It's what I was created for," Brianna reminded him. "It's literally impossible for me not to be okay with it."

"Which just makes me love you all the more," Dusk said, starting to play with his lover's breasts.

"Feeling a little frisky again, Britney?" Brianna asked in a voice slightly unlike her own.

"You know I'm always up for this, Irina," Dusk replied, his cock blasting a jet of cum into her pussy.

--

Suzie Gallagher looked on from her perch on her bedside table while Summer and Autumn fucked her decapitated body furiously. Three more such bodies lay on the bed, discarded like used toys, and Suzie was looking out of four pairs of eyes at a sight that made her more excited than she could express.

Inviting Summer and Autumn to be part of her show was the best decision she'd ever made. Well, maybe second-best. She loved being humiliated and brutalized, yes, but Paula had never been willing to do that on camera, and none of the other Super Goddesses or ultipotents had been willing to go as far as Suzie wanted at all. But Summer and Autumn were more than willing--eager, even--to be as sadistic as Suzie wanted them to be.

Her viewership numbers had gone through the roof for her second stream with them on (in fact, the stream right after the first one with them was essentially her fans complaining that the twins weren't present and her trying to explain that it was supposed to be a one-time thing) and so they'd become regulars, degrading Suzie every which way and driving her stream back to the heights she'd only known when people thought she might be a Super Goddess going incognito. Ever since the revelation that there were more ultipotents than just the Sakimori, her numbers had been steadily dropping.

But the best decision she'd made was asking Paige to depower her ever so slightly, just enough so that the ultipotents, as well as the Super Goddesses, could play her favourite game, randomly stripping away her powers to tease and humiliate her, and Summer and Autumn, channeling Britney's powers, took advantage of her new "weakness" mercilessly.

Right now, for instance, they'd taken away her ability to shapeshift, which meant that she couldn't just grow new heads to replace the ones that had been cut off. Not that she wanted to--watching through four pairs of eyes as the twins pounded her headless body was far too arousing for her to want to stop it. But they'd also taken away her bodily immortality, so that while she could create new bodies for herself whenever they killed one, she couldn't do anything about said killing, which was why she'd already experienced death three times this one stream.

And as Summer and Autumn looked into each other's eyes and remembered who each truly loved most in all of existence, and moved their bodies towards the other's heedless of the one in the middle, Suzie got even more excited that she wasn't even able to bring herself to an orgasm on account of lacking access to any genitalia as her fourth body promised to perish in a manner far more exciting than her first three had.

--

Nesariel lay in bed in an even more exaggerated "sextaur" form than she'd had when she met Aisha, with sixteen breasts, three heads, three cocks on her groin, two udders, and seven dicks coming from the same place.

She wasn't sure how much M'Wela or Aisha really appreciated such an outlandishly, freakishly sexual form, but their opinions weren't relevant. What mattered was that Britney wanted Nesariel to be in that form, and neither the first Super Goddess nor the elven ultipotent were inclined to contest or overrule her on the point.

Not that Nesariel would have minded if they had been, either. Sure, she knew M'Wela's will would triumph over Britney's, if that's what the Super Goddess truly wanted, but the idea of being somehow contested for was quite exciting for Nesariel. She knew she'd never find anyone she'd want to serve as much as she had always wanted to serve Britney--especially not now that she was just a part of Britney!--but both M'Wela and Aisha had at least been willing to give Nesariel a bit of the sort of treatment she craved.

The nonexistent elf felt the air in the room slightly displaced as someone popped into existence.

"So, what do you think?" came Aisha's familiar voice, though in an odd harmony with itself.

Nesariel turned to look, and goggled.

Aisha was not only in a sextaur form; hers was even more exaggerated than Nesariel's! Massive cocks sprouted every which way from Aisha's elongated back, which had an extra pair of legs in the middle for balance, while two cocks ran up the middle between her legs, and she had four udders, two in the middle and two at the back, while on her chest she sported thirty-six titanic breasts. Just like Nesariel had always had in her sextaur forms, she had a cock on her groin for each column of cleavage, and a head for each such cock, which was why she was speaking in five-part harmony.

"I figured that since Britney very much seems to enjoy placing you in these sorts of bodies, there might be something to it, so I thought I'd give it a try for myself."

"And what do you think about it?" asked Nesariel.

"Too inconvenient for anything but the bedroom," Aisha said, shrugging. "Maybe even too inconvenient here, though you manage to make it work well enough, I've noticed."

"It helps when I've got someone who can both force me to look like this, so I have to adapt, and can just put the knowledge of how to use this sort of body straight into my mind," Nesariel pointed out.

"Or take it away," Aisha added.

"Well, it wouldn't be fun if she couldn't do that."

Aisha considered that for a moment, then shrugged. She wasn't sure she'd ever understand what would compel someone so incredibly competent and accomplished as Nesariel Saelinoth to abandon everything in order to be someone's toy for the rest of eternity.

"But while you're like this," said the otherworldly elf, "I think we should do a little more study of our cultural differences."

--

Ellie Kare sat in her comfortable office in Nueva Caracas's central police station and smiled to herself. The last month had gone every bit as well as she had hoped it would.

Paula had been right: everyone else here was a bit scared of her. So she'd needed someone who was willing to punish her for even perceived wrongdoing, to be abusive, harassing, unjust. To call her on the carpet over nothing and humiliate her in front of the entire corps.

Ellie thought back on her first week on the job. Her second day, she'd told Paula not to use her powers for three days after she used them to catch a criminal who was "well within" (actually, it would have taken a superstar athlete in multiple disciplines) the realm of human ability to catch. The next day, when someone had gotten away (for a time, anyway) because Paula didn't use her powers, as ordered, Ellie had disciplined her for not knowing when to ignore her orders and use her powers anyway.

"Anyone with a brain that can work infinitely fast should have been able to figure that out," she'd said.

"But you told me not to use my powers, and my brain--" Paula had begun.

"I don't want to hear it; desk duty for a week and no powers," Ellie had stated firmly.

Then three days later when Paula, following orders, hadn't popped into existence to stop a bank robbery, Ellie had punished her yet again for not disobeying her previous orders and put her on janitorial duty.

"One more misstep and I'll see you busted down so far you'll die before you get another promotion!" she'd thundered.

"But I'm immortal," Paula had pointed out.

Ellie had just smiled nastily.

Coming from anyone else, Paula might well have snapped at the treatment. But that's why she had chosen Ellie, because any abuse the futa might hurl at her in public was more than made up for by the wild sex they enjoyed in their off hours. And so the police officers saw Paula Estévez, who could have, they all knew, removed Ellie from existence with a thought, instead endure every insult, every slight, every humiliation, every injustice without a word of real complaint, the idea that she was really just one of them started to sink in a little. That they didn't know that Paula probably wouldn't have put up with it from anyone else wouldn't hurt them, because Paula would soon "shape up" to become the model police officer she'd always been. Then, of course, Ellie would be "fair" to her, and treat her like any other cop in Nueva Caracas, only punishing her for actual misdeeds--which, of course, Paula would never commit--and not ones invented just for the show.

Already, Paula had told Ellie, it was working, and a lot of the trepidation and fear she'd sensed from the other officers had begun to ebb. Of course, Paula would have been quite happy to have Ellie be her police chief for the rest of time, since she genuinely enjoyed working the beat, but she knew that the course of time and promotions would soon enough--by the standards of someone who'd known she was immortal from the day she was conceived--put her in Ellie's place, while Ellie herself had already planned to retire quietly and fade away back to being at Britney's side, the better to hide her immortality.

Of course, just because Ellie and Paula worked in Nueva Caracas and Britney lived in Toronto didn't mean they didn't get together for a threesome pretty much every night--and plenty of times in the middle of the day, too, thanks to the two other women's abilities to manipulate time at will.

The door opened and Paula stepped in, closing it behind her. Ellie glanced at her embedded desk clock.

"Any special requests on how we get to Toronto?" Paula asked.

"Fuck no," said Ellie, her cock straining against her pants. "I'm way too horny to think about anything like that!"

--

Britney Atwater looked out the window of the huge master bedroom in her suite inside Jennifer's palatial mansion.

It was good to be home.

She was glad Dusk and Kaelan had found people they could be happy with. She didn't really want to interfere too much with them, but she knew how much it excited them when she did, and besides, it was helping draw Irina out of her shell, just a bit. Maybe in a few million years the Russian would be ready to have sex with Britney in person.

She hadn't anticipated Suzie's asking to be made slightly less powerful, but she realized she absolutely should have. She knew what Suzie liked to do, she knew how Suzie liked to be treated, and she should have realized that Suzie would sense that Summer and Autumn's personalities and proclivities were perfectly suited to providing that... but since they could only channel Britney's powers, and not a Super Goddess's, Suzie had had to ask Paige to be made less powerful. Britney wasn't the only beneficiary of her decision, though; she knew that Yomi Shirogane, Empress Shizuka Hirose's self-appointed personal bodyguard, paid regular visits to the slightly-less-than-ultipotent American now.

And Nesariel... For all that Nesariel Saelinoth was still just a manifestation of her own consciousness, she wasn't sure if having her living pretty much permanently in another reality was really true to the oaths they'd sworn to each other. But Nesariel, who had so firmly insisted on her keeping that oath so long ago, wasn't complaining, and so Britney wasn't about to, either. It wasn't like she couldn't just pop over to Prosperia any time she wanted, anyway.

And Ellie was happy, being back in a job she knew and loved, and with a new perverted fuck buddy to enjoy in bed.

Like right now, as while Britney was ruminating on the last few weeks of events, Paula was taking Ellie doggy-style on the bed, pounding her pussy and her ass with twin cocks.

As for Jennifer and the rest--

Britney's thoughts cut off as two fat cockheads slipped into her butt while another two popped into her twat.

"Good, Ellie," she said, starting to turn around in response to Ellie's proper surprise sex. "You're lear--"

Her words cut off with a choke, and her eyes widened in surprise, approval and delight as Ellie's fifth cock snaked up her back, wrapped around her neck a few times, and jammed itself into her open mouth.

Ellie gave her a shit-eating grin.

Paula just laughed and fucked Ellie harder.