I sat on a rock in the new training pocket Dimension Script made for us. Given I'm not on his level of power, he wanted to show me both how, when, and what it means to be an Heir Cript.
This pocket dimension wasn't too fancy, a simple world in space, sun, moon, forests, breathable air we didn't even need.
“So…what’s the training going to be?” I inquired to Cript, given that I was still planning on going to the version of Warhammer 40K my four kid’s went to to have some well needed diplomacy.
"For starters, I need to ask you a probably not so simple question." Cript said, taking a seat on the rock across from me. "What do you think it means to be an Heir Cript?"
“I mean, there’s a lot of context needed, but from what I’ve gathered over the many…many years I’ve had to deal with Vincent’s special brand of genetic engineering horseshit,” I lightly rubbed my temples in remembering how outrageously complex it all was. “Is that the ‘Heir’ part is to be taken literally, the ‘Heir’ to something so hyper specific, you with Mother, Heart with Kingdom Hearts, and a few others that you brought up that’s kind of slipping my mind right now cause I have a very important diplomacy meeting going on with a giant group of super racists, extra angry Zerg, and four Embodiments that call themselves ‘gods’.”
"And by diplomacy you mean actual talking or combat?"
“From the knowledge I have on 40K, it’ll be a combination of both.” I said. “Talking from the more…willing to talk, and fighting from at least the super racists.” I shrugged. “So did I get that part right about Heir Cripts?
"Partly." Cript said. "While true, Heir Cripts are made to be the heir to some late or new incarnation of a former entity, we are first and foremost, living weapons Vincent made to either fight in his boredom or tools to use if we follow him. However, we all have one thing in common. We can't stop getting stronger. Every Heir Cript is basically limitless in regards to power potential. Like the Grey energy, only without it. Like a tier or two down from what Vincent actually is thinking about it. Basically we're meant to be strong enough to be a challenge but we can't get strong enough to win."
“So there’s technically a hard cap to what Cript’s can do?” I asked.
"Yes and no. Like Vincent we will always be getting stronger, through combat, training or just the passage of time, but that's where we fall flat. Vincent has had incalculable amounts of time to sit and let his power grow as well as combat and past Heirs. His advantage over us Currently is the time he has had to get to where he is now."
I frowned. Countless years, literal eternity and so many resets… something we can't replicate without him also getting those years too…
“Hmm…so what are we going to do about it? Some weird Hyperbolic Time Chamber nonsense to catch up?”
"More or less but it requires special Hardware Lord is looking for now. If he finds it we might actually have a fair fight." Cript said with a nod. "But, for now it's time you learn more of the things Heirs can do."
“Like what?” I asked, honestly intrigued by what an Heir might be able to do that wasn’t already known. “Also…just thought of a thing…Jericho’s supposed to be Belief right? Or am I mistaking that for another timeline that ran through my head last night?”
"Dunno. At this point time is fucked so," He shrugged, standing up and walking over to a nearby patch of grass. He fell back and laid on his back. "First, lay down next to me."
I could have made a silly little picnic joke, but decided against it as I hopped off the rock and laid down next to Cript, just enjoying the beauty of nature.
"Now, I want you to look up at the moon." Cript said. I did just that, seeing the moon up in the sky. "Now focus."
I did just that, staring at the moon and focusing, trying to figure out what he’s got in mind for this little exercise.
As I did, I kept looking at the surface of it. It was a typical moon. Various metals making up the rock and soil. A few larger rocks here and there, deposits of iron, tin, copper and ECT scattered about on and under the surface- wait… how did I…
“I…don’t think I was using any vision enhancers…” I muttered, double checking and noticing that yes I wasn’t using any skills to make my already great eyesight that good.
"Now, where is the footprint I left on it?"
I looked back at the moon, looking at the surface. Ah, there it is on… wait what the?! I sat up, blinking as… how can I look at this side of the moon but… also see the other side of it in full detail?
“Okay…what the fuck…” I said. “Like…sure I’ve kind of done that with skills but…that’s kinda trippy.”
"Now, close your eyes." Cript said. I laid back down and did that. "Now keep focusing on the moon."
After a moment I had to check and make sure my eyes were actually closed. I could still… see it. The details just as clear as when my eyes were open and… I looked closer. Seeing the smaller structures. The dirt and dust particles… the molecules… atomic structures… the sub-atomic structures… the smallest partial, and soon the code making up that smallest partial.
“This is extremely trippy…” I muttered. “I can literally see it’s Code…how?”
"It's how Heirs work. With just a little bit of effort we can see, hear, smell, taste and feel things that grow all the way to the code level on anything around us. Far greater than Admins can even. And by passively reading that data, we learn about how it's all made and how it works from the code level to the big stuff."
So that's how he learns so fast! I can bypass the study and read the code directly and skip so much prep and effort!
“You can not believe how great this is for work.” I sighed out happily. “Also, bitch, you knew I was going to be right about half the things we bet on!” I said, not kinda feeling jipped on our bets if he knew I was going to be right.
Cript just chuckled. "Now, let me ask you this. How do you think I advance the development of life on a planet?" Cript asked, putting a hand to the grass and causing flowers to grow there.
“Chronologically, or Alphabetically?” I deadpanned.
"Surprise me."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Well…given that we’re having this special brand of conversation, I believe it’s either you being the Heir to Mother herself, or it’s the fact that you are literally changing it’s Code to…accelerate the process.” I said. “Using yourself as a super processor to help facilitate the Code to work overtime and finally made life itself not look like an AOL loading bar with poor internet.”
"Heh. More or less. While there are many means to do this, using code, creating those foundation particles and ordering them to shape the miles and atoms needed to make life, and fully grown life, is simple. Now, King, sit up and use the Focus on me."
I raised a brow at that.
“Well…if you say so.” I said while using my brand new Focus on Cript, to finally take a deep dive into what makes him tick.
Holy…
What I saw was very complex. Very full of information the likes of which I don't think Scan could ever give… and it was also so familiar…
It was like looking at a character sheet written in Code. His HP, MP, cellular structures, genetics, abilities, his rate of growth for his stats, it was like… a Developer menu for Cript and everything he is.
"Impressed?" Cript asked with a laugh.
“Well…never thought I’d see a Developer Menu in the form of a character sheet.” I said honestly.
"Yup. You are looking at my Code Profile sheet. Everything I am, can be, will be and ECT is there. Normally Admins have to put a lot of effort to see these, let alone modify one. But for Heirs, seeing them is easy, modifying them can be, if our will is greater than the target."
So… this is how… holy shit! Second Chance and Love Struck!
“Wait…” I shook my head. “Hold the fuck up…I just had an earth shattering revelation that…well, Second Chance is…” I brought out that special Keyblade. “Wow…I…never thought that Memory Stealer and Second Chance were…this powerful…” I said, knowing Love Struck was ‘created’ by Cript but…thinking that I literally had all this power literally at the start of my adventure was kind of mind boggling, even if it wasn’t fully complete at the time.
"Yup. Anything that can modify someone or something like that modifies the profile set up or makes one for them, does. It's extremely powerful yet also not as uncommon. Similar magics and such exist but those can all be reversed. Those ones can't." He informed. "Not with our time travel shenanigans anyway."
“And the fact that God just kinda…gave me such a weapon right off rip is kinda terrifying in context.” I said nervously. “Oh I could have done…a lot of bad things.”
"And then some." Cript said. "Hence why when we met I kept an eye on you and offered you to join my Family. There are few things I consider a threat and you, King, are one of them. So I adopted you… and as usual with me ended up seducing you." He laughed.
“Listen, if it wasn’t for Memory Stealer, it probably would have involved me trying to be Batman.” I brought up. “And yes, I’ve seen those universes…also, would argue Den did more of the seducing…” I chuckled. “Though yes, yes you did indeed seduce me.”
"True, Anyway, onto the next part. Summon one of your other weapons for me. You kinda learned this with Lord but he was an even worse teacher."
“Yeah.” I agreed as I pulled out Skysplitter. “He barely teached me shit…”
"Yeah. Anyway, use Focus on your weapon." I did just that. Everything about it, the materials, molecules and particles, the giant soul within, everything. I now had a perfect mental blueprint of the weapon. "Now use that knowledge you just learned and make an exact replica."
“Should be…simple enough.” I said while trying to make an exact replica of Skysplitter. “Though…I doubt I’m able to recreate the Giant Soul…Soul’s are weird.”
"You can." Cript nodded.
“I can?” I frowned. “That…doesn’t seem right, we needed a new Admin of Souls to get that right…”
"King, what do I do when I see something new I don't have in my arsenal?"
"Right…" I sighed, continuing to try and duplicate Skysplitter.
So far I managed the body well enough. The soul was proving tricky but I eventually managed to fill in a blank giant's soul based off the one in Skysplitter.
"Good." Cript nodded.
"With practice, I could do this a lot easier." I said, looking over the replica and nodding.
"Learning to do this exact weapon replication will help you a lot in the event it breaks or is obliterated." He informed.
“Yeah…” I nodded, remembering the first time Skysplitter was broken. “That was…not a pleasant day.”
"This is also how I seemingly have unlimited weapons of any kind." Cript admitted. "Now, apply this to a living person."
“Excuse me?” I frowned. “Isn’t that Starfish Clones though?”
"While it makes a perfect replica of you with your minds shared in a hivemind, I mean create a perfect replica of someone you know or even yourself if you can manage. The key with this one is that they won't be linked to you. They'll be an unconnected duplicate of you or whoever you decide."
“Right…” I said carefully, trying to create the perfect replica of who I knew best…no matter how many problems with backstories were involved.
Me.
And after about a good five minutes of work…I saw the old me, the eighteen year old human standing there in my old white organization cloak.
"Hello there." I said politely to my old self.
"General Kenobi." My human self answered readily. “So…all this huh?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “We’ve come a long way.”
The human me looking over me. “I knew I’d look good as a woman…but why the wolf?”
“Because woof’s are great.” I chuckled.
"Among other things." Cript said as he walked around and circled my human copy.
"Hi there." The old me said. "I know I'm not much to look at compared to…that." They motioned to all of me.
"Honestly, I find it good to see where I started." I said honestly. "Shows how much I've grown and gotten better over these many…many years."
"The question is how like you, or rather old you, did you make them?" Cript asked as he kept looking the old me over. "Are you able to use the thirteen weapons?"
"I better." The human me said, bringing out there hand and summoning Arpeggio.
"I see…" Cript said, looking the weapon over. "It's in the original form too. Exactly as you were when you started your journey…"
"Neat." Ben said with a nod.
"And don't worry, we'll get some of the problems fixed." I brought up.
"Like?" Ben frowned.
"Heart dying, your light half being your soul technically, the depression…a lot of things."
My human self looked at me like I've gone crazy. "Um…sure, I should believe that…"
"It was a whole arc but you did get a little brother out of it. Speaking of." Cript said snapping his fingers as suddenly a smaller, younger… admittedly emo looking version of my human self appeared next to l, uh, me. "Huh. Even Joy is still corrupted in this copy. Interesting.
“It’s Rejection ya prick.” They stated bluntly.
“Seeing Joy like this is…not okay…” I shook my head sadly. “Also seeing him as…not a woof is weird.”
“Right…” My old self said slowly. “This…this is definitely happening.”
"Trust me, you living through it all was just as weird." Cript said. "Though I have to admit this is giving me ideas."
“Should I be concerned?” Old me asked nervously.
I looked at Cript…”Yes.” I answered simply.
“Well…”
“Will it finally get this fucker to cheer up finally?” Rejection asked bluntly.
“Most likely.” I shrugged.
"Well, time is going to be/is broken. The idea is to make the new Admin of Time and with their help we can stop all new timelines from forming and keep ourselves on a singular timeline. Doing that gives us the chance to finally recruit every Ally and deal with every enemy between now and fighting Vincent. So, we're gonna break time, make one timeline and recruit or fight all that this will set loose."
Old me lightly took a deep breath. “And here I thought Core was gonna be the biggest pain in the ass for me…”
“Oh…oh you’re gonna need to sit down for the explanation’s we’re going to have to give you.” I chuckled.
"In any case we already have the new Admin of Time candidate. Now all we need to do is grab the Title and perform the rite."
“And who would that be?” I inquired.
"Pecator."
“Uh…isn’t he still a part of Heart?” I asked curiously.
“Who and what?” Ben asked in confusion.
“Long story.” I answered. “But unless the fact that he’s an Admin kinda…ignores that rule and…well I mean…Starfish Clones would technically count…” I said with some thought.
“He can be both.” Cript said. “He is part of Heart, yes, but given that the title of Admin of Heart is divided into twenty pieces, he only has one twentieth a title and it should be fairly easy for him to handle the Admin of Time Title as a whole.”
“Fair enough.” I nodded. “I mean, a fusion of me and Heart turned into the Admin of Souls so…there’s that.” I shrugged.
“Holy hell…” Ben groaned. “I hate how…honestly, I shouldn’t be understanding this…but I do…”
“Believe it or not, our stunted emotional growth actually stopped us from displaying a pretty high natural IQ.” I brought up.
“Yeah, anyway I’m gonna go grab him. You with me.” Cript said, grabbing Rejection by the scruff of his shirt. “You two, talk or, bone or whatever.” And with that, Cript was gone.
“Uh…” Ben looked at me…or, more accurately, looked up at me as I stood at my full height.
“Now…” I said with a cheeky grin.
“Mommy…” Ben whimpered in fearousal.
“Poor choice of words.” I chuckled as I loomed over my old self.
(we attempt some selfcest stuff, be warned)
With a snap of my fingers my clothes were stored away in my Assistant and his were folded off to the side. Huh, seeing your past self naked is… definitely different. Was I always that pale?
“Uh…” Ben lightly fidgeted, failing to cover his erection at the now nude me.
“You know…I’d probably be less paler if shorts weren’t evil and hoodies weren’t so cozy…” I commented, lightly brushing away my younger self’s hands to see myself in full glory.
“I mean…true…” He answered sheepishly.
Hm, man looking at myself like this… I mean, I’ve fucked my future self before… and now I’m the future me about to fuck my past self… wow… did not see that coming… I shook my head at the total absurdity and kneeled down. Even doing that I still towered over the past human me. Let’s start with some fondling. This version of me hasn’t even touched a boob yet, let alone what I’m thinking of doing… Best go slow, I’d hate to break my past self.
“So I’m going to be as gentle as I can.” I told my young self, gently taking his raging stiffy that was a bit above average for normal humans, and lightly stroking it.
He tensed up immediately, face red with blush as I gently caressed their stiffy. Yeesh, I remember when Luna and I first did a round in bed… Wonder what they’ll all think of Ben here? Probably nostalgia and talk about experiences.
It was a bit awkward giving him this handjob. My current size makes my hand alone half the size of his torso.
Still, I stopped once I saw some pre start spurting out and now it’s time to let him fondle me.
“Alright you adorably shy nerd, time to feel the wonder’s of fluffy titties.” I said readily…which the other me took that invitation and paraded it around with how eager he was to grab and fondle my tit’s.
“I mean…you did say…” The younger me said sheepishly.
“We did get the fascination with breasts from dad after all.” I chuckled, letting him fondle, squeeze, and rub my bountiful boobage even as he saw breast milk lightly leak out.
He was definitely amazed at their feel. I could see it on his face. While my breasts aren’t the same as Luna’s… I’m bigger, but the mix of softness, fluffiness, warmth and because I’m a Den Mother, the milk leaking out, was clearly making his mind race with thoughts I probably know. I’ve had them all too after all.
“Can I…?” Ben leaves the question up in the air.
“Yes, yes you can.” I said with a smile. “I’ve been in your situation before.” I answered, before he latched onto one of my nipples and started to drink about as greedily as a man dying of thirst in the Sahara Desert. “That’s right, drink as much you need.” I giggled at how needy he was.
This is oddly reminiscent of my first time drinking from Den… that was also the first time drinking milk from the tap thinking about it. I couldn’t help but smile and look down at them. The sensation was always welcome to me, mix of my preference and biology made this feel amazing, and makes me think he is going to have a different but equally great life ahead of them.
I caressed his head a bit before leaning back and pulling him on top of me. The size difference was almost adorable, him sliding between all my breasts and basically vanishing.
“Worlds…best water bed.” The younger me said happily.
“I know right?” I chuckled. “So how you liking this so far?”
“Incredible…” He answered breathlessly.
He pulled himself up and looked me in the eyes. He was clearly wondering what to do next. He has options. Climb down to get between my legs. Stay there and hump between my breasts, or climb up and let me blow them. Hmm… what to do?
“Want to fuck my pussy, tits, or my face?” I asked them readily, making them blush brightly at how forward I was.
I could see the choice was driving him crazy. He probably wants to fuck them all but I don’t know how long til Cript gets back and it is his first time. Hm…
With a smirk and a slight movement I more or less threw him up to my top set of knockers, my muzzle right at his crotch and smelling… musk. Myself, but different. Having this advanced nose gave me the ability to recognize loved ones by smell, and smelling myself like this, younger, inexperienced and ready to bone. It was weird to smell your own scent but it be so different yet also not that different at all.
“Alright you, time for me to give blow your mind.” I said cheekily.
“Did you just fucking make a-” He was about to protest before he moaned loudly at me just taking his dick in my mouth happily, lightly sucking on the virgin meat and enjoying his wonderful moans.
My own taste. Tasted myself a lot, but not my human self. Hm, not too bad. His whole shaft and balls were at the mercy of my maw, my tongue soaking them in saliva and some light licks to his sack as I sucked.
His pre was almost identical to how mine tasted, slightly less strong then my own now.
Once I wrapped the tip of my tongue around his rod, he blew. It was less than I’m accustomed too, but all in all, not bad.
I sucked a bit longer, draining all he had pumped out and gave his now limp and wet member a kiss for the effort.
(and scene)
“Good boy.” I giggled happily, reaching over and lightly patting his head.
“That’s…wow…” He panted heavily.
I picked him up and planted a wet kiss on his lips, enjoying the act as I turned over, careful not to crush him under my body weight but also made sure he was nice and snug between my knockers under me, enough of his torso out so I can see his face.
“Hi there.” I said warmly.
“H-hi…” Ben said. “This…this is nice…”
“Yes, yes it is.” I smiled.
I laid there on him until he started to get used to the situation and now we can have a talk.
“So, where do you want to start first?” I inquired.
“Uh…” Past me said in thought. “Um… Maybe, how did… that, happen?” He asked, eyed looking me up and down.
“Me being a woman or me being a Dire Wolf Den Mother?”
“Both I guess.”
“So how I became a Dire Wolf, well when I was ‘adopted’ by Cript that you just met, his curse is that anyone adopted by him becomes biologically his children, along with a random wife…I got Den the Dire Wolf as my mother…and why I became woman? Well, Heart, one of my spouses, was getting a little annoyed that I wanted to stay a dude when they were a hermaphrodite and Eclipsa, another spouse, was a woman.” I explained.
“Do… you enjoy it?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “And not because I now have eight breasts I can fondle to my hearts content or an ass that could be considered a fusion of a mountain and jello,” I honestly am starting to think my spouses were correct in saying me blushing was cute. “But it’s…a lot more comforting to be a mother when I got used to it…I mean, I still have a giant cock because we’re all herm’s but being a woman just feels nice after I gave it a try.”
“So, you just swap between being female, being a herm, but keep the body at all times?”
“Oh no, I’m a full on hermaphrodite.” I said. “I’m just really good with hiding my dick, and I keep this body full time cause this is who I am…I mean, I also forgot to mention that, to get my soul back, I literally had to be ‘reborn’ the old fashion way, of shoving my consciousness, heart, and everything about me into a newborn baby…yeah it was complicated back then.”
“Huh… Okay, well, do you often so openly… get frisky?”
"Yes." I said readily.
“Oh… Well, what… am I going to be doing?” He asked. “I know I’m a copy of you, a copy from when we started. My memories largely go back to crashing into that dumpster… but what will I do given there’s two of us? I mean, sex is… great but I won’t be doing just that will I?”
“Oh hell no.” I shook my head. “What you need is adventure, love, care, a family, a social life…and an ass ton of therapy.” I explained. “And believe you me…I’m still making weekly visits to my therapist.”
“Yeesh… Well, what will I be doing? Will I do things similar to you or different?”
That was a good question… for one, having two of my sexy, fuzzy ass around is always nice. Well, three including my future alternate timeline self. On the other, I wonder if they could be someone else's child? Pony Ben? Fox Ben? Cyborg Ben?
“Hmm, that is a good question.” I hmmed, thinking about it. “I mean, if you join the family, who knows what race you could turn into at first…then there’s what you want to do, cause you have anything and everything at your disposal at the moment.”
“That’s… a lot to consider…” He hummed. “Well, okay what about… worlds? God said we were visiting MLP world, but were there other worlds to visit, cause, ya know, we went with a Kingdom Hearts theme? Wait, when you said Heart before did you mean like, The Kingdom Hearts?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “Heart used to be Zeke Ventral,” I saw my other self freeze a little at the name. “Don’t worry, their entire family, besides the completely insane ones, are all doing normal people stuff.” I said. “But back to the point, Heart is indeed Kingdom Heart’s, the Admin of Hearts, and with worlds? You can go to literally any world, in any scenario possible.” I said. “An example was me and Joy, your Rejection purified, traveling to the Storyshift universe of Undertale.” I explained.
“Oh. Cool.” He said, wiggling a bit. “Well, um, not that this isn’t comfortable, mind if I get up?” With a nod I got up and off them. A snap of my fingers and we were both clothed again. He pat his clothes for a moment. “So… how long until you were able to just snap your fingers like that and do stuff?”
“I mean…” I tried to think of how long it was. “Technically…if we’re just going through linear time, it would have been about…maybe ten years?” I said nervously. “Cause I did become King of Nothingness, which basically made me a stupidly powerful God because I now own a literal fundamental part of reality, but…then I was kidnapped and put into a fourty year long coma…and then maybe two years later I became an Admin and then…” I shook my head. “Listen, even back then, Time didn’t mean much.”
“Weird… Well, that aside, who is Cript exactly cause he sounds like he’s supposed to be important given… whatever he was talking about before he left.”
“So Cript is a bio engineered super soldier that was literally designed and built to give his creator a challenge or help him conquer all of reality easier.” I explained. “He can do anything, and everything, while constantly gaining stronger and stronger as time passes, but he has one weakness.” I said. “And it’s…weirdly with all of his other versions.”
“That… sounds like some bullshit. Go on.”
“Believe me, it is.” I said. “As someone that’s both had a deep dive look into his Code, the very essence of this Matrix like reality…yes, we’re still stuck in a simulation, and literally looked at his blueprint’s…it’s completely and total bullshit.” I explained. “But for some reason, Skateboards are the bane of a Cript’s existence and nobody knows why.”
“The… hell?” He asked with a look of total and utter confusion. “How… that’s just so… random…”
“I know, and nothing can or will explain the reason why that specific thing is there.” I said. “He just…can’t skateboard for some reason, no matter how hard he tries…I’ve seen it, it’s like a slapstick comedy with banana peels.”
“Alright… So, that aside, mind if I ask how you made me? Did he teach you or, what? Cause I get I’m a full on copy of you, that much information was in my head once I… opened my eyes. It’s actually taking a fair amount not to have an existential crisis given the memories I have technically aren’t even mine or… all that but how did you make me and why?”
“So…” I started. “I gained the power of an ‘Heir Cript’, basically a version of Cript that is the ‘Heir’ to something super important, Heart with Kingdom Heart’s as an example.” I explained. “How I made you? Well…it’s a tad complicated, but basically I used Code, the true source of power in this computerized reality, also because I’m an Admin with all those wonderful privileges, and then was told that I could create…basically anything I wanted with such a brand new fundamental understanding of the universe around me.” I told my younger self. “And one such thing was…creating a perfect copy of myself, that wasn’t a Starfish Clone of myself, someone brand new technically but still the exact same person.”
“Huh… Will you make more of me? Us?”
“Not sure.” I shrugged. “I mean, I have a lot of Starfish Clones running around, either with one of every single one of my spouses, a few hundred trying to help run the entire kingdom cause…fuck paperwork,” I shuddered. “And…just doing stuff.” I shrugged.
“Yeah but these Starfish clones are like, linked to you? So, you’re basically doing all the work anyway. I know I don’t have your powers, skills or experience, but even though I am another you I am still my own person. If anything having a you that, well, you aren’t also linked to would be helpful.”
“And this is why I said that we’re naturally pretty smart if we’re not bogged down by a bunch of mental problems.” I chuckled. “But you are correct, currently I created you because this was a first try in creating a perfect copy of a living sapient being, that I just learned I could do today, and also because I know myself perfectly.”
“Fair. So, will I be getting training and stuff to be stronger too? Aside from Arpeggio I haven’t summoned any of my weapons so combat skill and experience is zero for me.”
“Yes, you will be trained in all of your weapons…and I’m also going to be changing one of our weapons cause it is…extraordinary scary with the context I was just told before you were made.”
“Really? Huh… Alright.”
Cript showed up with Pecator some time later. The rite was… interesting. Oddly simple and unceremonious. With that done, next came the breaking of time…
Now that was interesting.
I didn’t really see anything happen, but I felt it. The whole of creation- no, the MACHINE itself was altered. It was like someone broke down glass walls that have always been and now it’s all gone. I even felt the dead timelines from Nothingness revive and flow and merge once the walls were all broken.
Pecator left without a word shortly after.
“Alright, now you, Ben.” Cript said. “You have a choice.”
“Join your group, or fuck off to god knows where?” Ben took an educated guess.
“Well, a place of your choosing, but yeah kinda. I know you did basically miss out on your adventure but you can get that and a whole lot more with us. Plus knowing you, you’d wanna get with King more times.” Cript said, making Ben blush but nod. I don’t blame him. After all, it’s what I’d want.
“I mean…you have a point.” Ben said sheepishly. “But…well, I was going to ask to join you anyways cause I need a teacher for my weapons…I do need therapy…and I just need a family…”
“Fair. Well, welcome to the family then Ben… again, technically.” Cript said, holding out a hand.
Man this brings me back. Welp, time to see what/who they get.
“Thanks…” Ben said with a smile as he took Cript’s hand.
The flash and change were instant. Seeing it from here was kinda… neat.
Ben now sported some… reptilian features. Large leathery wings now on his back and a fairly draconic look. He also had a long tail that ended in some spikes. His hair was replaced by various barbs that acted like hair. Those were all white and their eyes, while now reptilian, kept the same color as before.
“Neat, you’re a Dragonoid.” Cript said.
Let’s see, that narrows it down to… a lot of mates…
“And I have no idea who’s dragon mother you belong to…” I said, pulling up my assistant to double check, but looking up to see my younger self…kinda be adorable looking over themselves.
“This is…really, really cool.” Ben said happily.
Let’s see… ah, Delovina. Right, I know her. Lovely musician, amazing piano skills, enjoys flying through rainy weather and we’ve got a few… hundred kids together and a small home in an active volcano.
“Well, I’ll send you off to your mom.” Cript said, a snap of his fingers and a portal opened up next to us. “A Starfish clone of King and I will be there. Help you adjust, King can help you train given, well, same weapons and such, and your mom can teach you to be a Dragonoid.”
“And what about Rejection?” Ben inquired, lightly stretching their wings as they tried to adjust to having three new appendages.
“He’s with Joy. I imagine the two will get along well given, well, they are also the same person and such. He should also be a Dragonoid like you and I imagine now that Joy is explaining things to him. You’ll probably see him in a day or two.”
“Huh, kinda thought I’d have to…get this fixed before that.” Ben said while lightly poking his chest where his heart is, given I gave him a good explanation on that whole thing.
“Don’t worry, we’ll handle that when you get there. Now, go on. King and I have shit to do and train/look you over when you get Delovina’s place with us.”
“Alrighty then.” Ben nodded. “Gonna…go see mom…that’s something I’m gonna have to get used to.” He chuckled as he went into the portal to his new home…only to then be dog piled by a lot of dragonoid/dire wolf puppers.
The portal closed up and Cript looked over at me. “Welp, time is now broken and all that mess so you know what that means?”
“I need to work even fucking faster to make sure Grey doesn’t get evil version’s of ourselves on his side/” I asked.
“Odds are he will but we gotta use Consume to absorb/imprison as many as we can. You ready to travel to some rather crazy places?”
"Of course." I nodded. "Let's do this."
"Cool." Cript said, snapping his fingers as another portal appeared and we entered it.
"I wish I could say I'm disappointed… but I was honestly expecting one like this."
Cript and I stood atop a building. One of many, but the upsetting thing that got us upon arriving was all the swastikas everywhere.
"We better not be getting into a weird Rick and Morty reference…" I frowned. “Alright…so do we just nuke the place, or try to find the only sane people?”
"First we'll see how bad it is and just who exactly is the Nazi. My money is on one of the Ventrals."
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” I shook my head. “Come on, let’s go through this facist bullshit…”
It wasn't long to look around and find the main Leaders building. Turns out in this universe Hitler had a son… and that son was….
"Why am I a giant wolf lady?" Nazi me asked.
Cript was laughing while I bashed my head against the wall.
“I…I hate everything…” I muttered. “Why the fuck do I have to be the son of one of the worst people in human history?” I asked, raising my hand and giving an accusatory point at my nazi self before they could speak. “And no, slaughtering million’s because they’re not white, blonde hair and blue eyes is absolutely atrocious and a waste of life, don’t you fucking start.”
"This is actually unexpected. Then again, infinite possibilities." Cript said with a shrug.
"Who even are you two?" Nazi me asked.
"I'm Cript and that's you from a different reality where you aren't the son of Hitler." Cript stated.
"Huh… why a giant sexualized wolf lady though?"
"That's a long story. So, first I need to ask, are you a racist and if so would you prefer death or a reset?"
"Excuse me, you can't threaten the- gah!" Nazi me started to rant before I shoved Second Chance down their throat.
In a flash I was now holding baby me.
"Surprised you used Second Chance."
“I really need to fix this.” I sighed out. “And also, he might not have been racist if he wasn’t being racist about what I was.” I brought up. “But…yeah, leader’s now a baby…and I might have just gained an entire facist planet…I hate this…”
"Well, the way I see it there is two paths now. Use Second Chance on the whole planet, or put a bullet, blade or deadly spell blast at every Nazi we see."
“I mean…we really shouldn’t just slaughter an entire planet…but their nazi’s…” I frowned.
"Choice is yours in the end. We can easily spare/save children but the adults are probably a whole other story."
"Yeah…save the kids, or those young enough to be saved, and slaughter the adults." I nodded. "And now…should I do it looking like this version of myself just to fuck with the adults or no?"
"Nah. The idea they're gonna be killed by a sexualized wolf lady is honestly hilarious enough." Cript chuckled.
With a nod, we got to work.
The fighting lasted two weeks. All the kids I saved, used Second Chance on and adopted, making them all my puppies, and the adults all were killed. Those that surrendered I used Second Chance on and those that fought got what they deserved.
I'm not gonna say I don't have regrets but I can't leave them to their own devices either. Thankfully there were pockets of resistance and they happily joined the kingdom.
For good measure once it was all done we re-terraformed the planet to more or less reset it to pre-human times. When it was all done we were off to the next place.
"Zombie me? Huh. That's actually interesting." Cript said as we walked through the ruins of a city. Apparently Zombie Cript is a mix of every zombie based genre pushed into one. Humanity here never stood a chance.
"Yeah, that is pretty interesting." I said. "Also how your every zombie class mixed together is also neat." I said honestly. "So, think they're still smart or sapient enough to talk to or just consume them?"
"Maybe? Honestly I don't know. I have met Cripts that are basically mindless monsters so, who knows."
"Fair, but depending on how many types of lich he's become…it's in the air." I shrugged. "Also…a whole host of other zombie types…"
"Well, one thing is for sure." Cript said as he shot off an incoming undeads head. "This world is definitely getting obliterated."
"Oh most certainly." I nodded, slamming my fist into one Zombies skull and obliterating it.
We walked and slaughtered our way through various infected and even giant Kaiju style ones that broke up and out of the ground or infected waters. We eventually found the Zombie Cript and he was a mindless monster. Killing him was actually a challenge.
"Well, this is going well." Cript said as he kicked a decapitated head.
"Two worlds down…who knows how many more." I shrugged. "And yeah, it's going pretty well."
"Gotta admit, this world was a bit stress relieving."
“Especially after the last one yes.” I nodded. “So, what’s next?”
"Welp, let's see."
"I guess this one isn't bad but I am impressed you managed this." Cript said.
This reality had me, once again asked by God where and what I'd like to do. Apparently this version of me chose to stay on a copy of earth that had no one on it save my fantasy crushes…
“Listen…shut it…” I said, blushing a bit at how kinda…embarrassing this honestly was to just have all my fantasy crushes in a massive harem apparently cause why not. “I don’t know why this is embarrassing for me…but it kinda is.”
“So…” This version of me, who looked a whole lot better honestly, both athletically and mentally. “Why am I a sexy wolf lady?” They asked, before ducking underneath a thrown boulder casually. “Yes yes I’m talking to someone important Sheeva, calm down.” He called out to the four armed Shokan queen.
"I see you've definitely done well for yourself." Cript said, looking over all the various ladies and kids. "Let me guess, planet always has power, water and food despite no one running said facilities allowing you to focus on your mates, kids and sex?"
“I mean…” The adult self looked a tad sheepish. “Yes…but I did take a long time to actually…ya know, get to know each of them. I may be a desperate horny nerd with a lot of problems, but I’m not a monster.”
“Exactly.” I nodded. “But…yeah, nice choices my guy.”
"So, wanna join our family deal? You get basically more of what you already have and optional adventures across multiple planets and such." Cript said.
“Sure.” He nodded. “Plus, it would make me better at doing a lot of thing’s,” He said before grabbing a Garchomp that was trying to use Dragon Claw and shoulder threw the thing like it was nothing. “Sorry about this…you kinda got me during our training session.”
“Oh you’re going to be a wonderful part of our family.” I chuckled warmly.
"Well, this was easy."
"You are one horny fucker…" Cript said.
The last… forty worlds were similar to the me that enjoyed being with my fantasy crushes. Different worlds or different situations… genders…
“It’s not my fault…all of them all agreed that it was solely because of the lack of physical, emotional, and mental support they all had…which is incredibly depressing that so many versions of myself are still super depressed loners that had their family’s murdered…”
"The ones that were girls with reverse harems was unexpected.”
"Well looks like this one is more of less you being the only male on an anthro Equestria." He said, a line of females heading towards the castle and a walkway of… rather happy mare's walking out of it.
"Now I don't know if that's by choice for the world to be made or…if that's how the world already was."
Cript checked his Assistant. "Says here this world had a big bad who was a succubus that stole all the stallions and other males of every species then cursed mares to never have males. As a result they kept the population going by using special potions using two mares or females DNA to have a foal. God basically just dropped you off here and it's more or less been like this for the last ten years for you."
"That poor man's hips…" I said in sympathy.
"Oh trust me he's had more than enough magical augmentation to make up for the effort."
“Still, he’s probably become one with whatever bed he’s on if he has to please an entire planet.” I said honestly.
"He already got a lifeline link to Celestia, Luna, and other immortal beings on this planet to ensure his immortality and reproduction of the species through sexual intercourse. And before you ask yes his augmentations keep his kids from having… genetic issues as they age. And get with each other cause, well, they will all be half siblings."
“Yeah that makes sense.” I nodded. “So let’s go meet the savior of this world.”
"Now the question is are you gonna head right to them or wait in line?"
“And have sex with another version of myself?” I raised an eyebrow. “But we’re gonna probably have to wait anyways, don’t want to ruin these girls fun.”
"Well, you have fun with that, I'm gonna go get a meal or something." Cript said, suddenly a red coat, brown mane unicorn mare that walked off.
Hm…
“Well…I mean, should probably make this faster…plus it would help with solving the curse…” I muttered, standing in line trying to think if I should just go up there or wait like a good person.
In the end I waited. It. Was. Hours… but once it was done I finally entered the- hot damn!
This version of me was just a foot below my height, had blue and white wings and… was well built. Still looked human, save the wings.
“Hello there.” I nodded.
“General Kenobi.” My winged counterpart said without missing a beat.
“So glad that all versions of myself get that reference.” I chuckled.
“Excuse me?” They asked in confusion.
I went into a quick explanation on the situation and we talked about some stuff for a while.
“And here I thought my life was going to be the world's greatest breeding machine.” They said honestly.
“Yeah, that tends to happen.” I shrugged. “So, want to join our family? You can do a lot more thing’s, and help cure the curse.”
"I mean, that would be best and honestly I am getting board of sex."
“Then you haven’t met Rune yet.” I chuckled, seeing the guy shiver lightly.
“That name…fills me, and my pelvis, with dread…” He said nervously.
“As it should.” I said, bringing my head up. “Ready to join the family?”
"Sure… so, I mean, did you actually wait in line to… bang or?"
“I waited to be nice…” I trailed off, but then brought out a book. “But might as well show you how fun sex can be.” I said with a cheeky, seductive grin.
“Had fun?” I asked, lightly wagging my tail in enjoyment as my other self was actually panting in bliss.
“Wow…” He muttered in awe.
"You done?" Cript said still in their anthro pony form.
"Yep." I nodded. "And he's joining the family."
"Have you been there the whole time? Also who are you?" Other me asked.
"I'm Cript." They said, in a flash back to normal. "And I've been here since self lubricating, self thrusting dildos."
"That was three hours ago?!"
"Yeah and for not having female genitalia you enjoyed them a lot. Your reflections and you have a lot in common King."
"I was always a bit bi-curious I will admit." I said simply. "And becoming a hermaphrodite definitely helped with it." I said, getting my self cleaned up with a snap of my fingers.
"Well, welcome to the family. Another King will be here in a while to help you adjust and probably also help populate the planet." Cript said.
"Oh shit it's you." Cript huffed at the old man in the lab coat.
"Yeah well what did you expect? You break all timelines and dimensional barriers, of fucking course I'm going to show up." The old man replied.
"So, first time meeting my grandpa?" The young yellow shirt wearing fourteen year old asked me.
“Sadly.” I rubbed my temple. “But this is going…about as well as I’d expect all things considered.” I said simply. “So, should I warn Asmith his stupidly drunk and depressed co-worker is coming back or does he already know?”
"Asmith? Why would I talk to that micro penis shitstain?" The old man asked.
"Oh why are you even here Rick?" Cript asked.
"Why else would I be here? For a cameo and to annoy you."
"So, what's your name? I'm guessing you know I'm Morty." Morty said.
“Names King.” I said, also having decided to be in my male dire wolf form to either not cause even more problems, and to at least stop the possible growing case of me banging myself across timelines. “And yes, I do know about you and your many, many adventures to placate someone with crippling depression.” I said honestly, lightly moving my head to the left and dodging a ray gun blast. “Rude, I didn’t even mention you’re compensating for something very important yet.”
“Bite my wrinkled ass mutt.” Rick huffed before going back to arguing with Cript.
“So, what do you do most of the time?”
“Oh you know, adventures, fighting monsters, running an entire multi-reality kingdom that makes Rick’s Finite Curve look like a daycare.” I shrugged. “You know, the usual. And what do you do in between all your adventures besides needing a good therapist and some self control practice?”
“Mostly go to school, jerk off and play some videogames. It’s a lot simpler than what you probably do in your spare time but I enjoy it.”
“By leaps and bounds.” I said honestly. “But that’s life for ya…at least I have my family to support me through thick and thin, and I support them.”
“Sounds nice.”
Rick and Cript argued for a while longer before we left and went off to do more stuff.
“Huh, in this universe the Ventrals took over the world but aren’t fascist nazies.” Cript said as we walked around the city. Certainly seems technology is better than back in my earth.
“Which is a great thing.” I said honestly. “Seriously glad to not have Fascism be the default like with Rick.”
“Yeah well, it wasn’t all easy.” Cript said as he pulled up his assistant. “All public displays of religion are outlawed and anyone guilty of it, strike one is a warning. Strike two is twenty years in a federal penitentiary, strike three is death. On the bright side they completely eradicated things like the Black Plague, got to the moon a hundred years earlier than your earth, and have a moon and mars colony. And all it took was the complete genocide of religious extremist groups and their near cultural deletion from history.”
“So what the Emperor of Mankind did in Warhammer 40K after the Age of Strife.” I said. “Only this time…actually successful.”
“Looks like. In this reality you work as an intern for Disney, Eclipsa works as the equivalent to a mayor, given they are a Ventral by blood, and Heart is next in line for the throne. Yes they do it with a monarchy.”
“Sounds about right…also, intern at Disney?” I blinked. “I better be trying to learn how to draw and animate…seriously would have loved to but then…well everything happened.”
“You’re trying to get a mini series started.”
“Oh? And what would that mini series be?” I inquired.
“Deadpool’s son with Death exploring humanity as an immortal demi-god. It’s mostly satire and throws punches at social and political issues.”
“Yeah, I’d totally do that.” I chuckled.
“All in all this is probably one of the more normal worlds we’ve been to.” Cript said.
“So you’re me but, good?” The black fur den mother me asked as we sat in their large, rather ominous dining room. The main difference between them and me is that they chose Darkness and pure heartless stuff rather than Nobodies and such.
“Well, I chose Nothingness rather than Darkness, but I’d say yeah.” I nodded. “Or at least, being a decent sentient being to say the least.”
“Well, I might be a tyrant but at least I did good by the people. Granted blood was spilled, a lot of it, but I find that to be a small price for peace.”
“So do you have Joy here?” Cript asked.
“Joy? Oh you mean Wrath. Yes my little brother is here and living fine. We have a version of you too and their family.”
“I could tell and I’m betting I know them.” Cript shrugged.
“So I take it this means all this is merging finally?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “Cause it’s either we merge and stop our reality from ending…again, or we go through this song and dance again.”
“Frankly if it means peace for the people I’m in… So, are our bodies identical?” Darkness me asked.
“Is your birth mother Den?”
“Yes.”
“Then they should be. Go on, this has been a trend.” Cript said.
“Goodie~”
“Hooray, I’m the one dicking her down then.” I said, getting up, grabbing the sexy milf of a den mother, slinging her over my shoulder and heading to our room for me to start stuffing people again.
“We can take turns~”
To be continued...