A Commission for Aliapoh



Fiona never saw the knife that ended her life. Her assailant struck cowardly from behind her. A lone dagger penetrated her armour and finished deep inside her heart. She clawed at the front of her armor, fingernails breaking against its cold steel surface, leaving bloody smears in their trail.

Her eyes bulged as she coughed up a quart of blood, then she clattered to the floor in her half-plate armour; dead.

Saanvi turned to see what the noise was, and was met with the acrobatic sight of a pitch black figure somersaulting through the air to land twin bodkins through her eye sockets, fracturing bone and lodging deep into her brain.

Saanvi’s body spasmed and twisted autonomically, like a chicken with its head cut off. She remained standing, fingers twitching uselessly, mouthing an unsaid accusation. There was a tinkling sound as rank urine spilled from out of the gaps in her codpiece armor. Her attacker yanked hard, removing the blades from Saanvi’s horror stricken face.

The pathetic warrior squealed like a piglet, and flailed about blindly, but her reflexive armoured backhand was swiftly turned away by the flat of a steel blade that then sank into one side of her naked neck, meeting the other blade in the middle like a pair of scissors.

Her barbarian body slumped into her puddle of piss, as her head bounced away down the corridor making a sound like a coconut against marble.

Aisha reacted swiftly, casting a shield spell under her breath as fast as lightning, but even that was only fast enough to stop one of the flying knives. It bounced off a brilliant blue warding harmlessly. The second one embedded itself in her boob.
“Fuck!” The usually polite mage screamed. She pulled the offending weapon from her mammary with her off hand, and began to summon a fireball in the other. The bloody knife fell to the floor, and Aisha’s wet red fingers grasped as a healing potion concealed in her robes. She popped the stopper between her thumb and forefinger, and broke her casting between verses to swallow the lifesaving concoction. Immediately she knew something was wrong.

The bitter tasting herb brew she was used to was instead sweet and zesty, with an acrid aftertaste… a very spicy aftertaste.

Her spell flickered and sputted out in her hand, as the liquid she’d swallowed fizzled and popped inside her, burning her esophagus and making her mouth foam. Poison? Acid? Fire?

Aisha didn’t understand… she’d always kept her potions by her side. How did they get swapped out? The only time she’d let them out of her sight was when she was taking a shower, and she’d had her teammate Sahja watch over her robes then. It didn’t make sense.

The young woman choked on her own bile as her body began to slowly harden. Blood ran from her eyes in streams, and she puked and defecated uncontrollably as the sabotaged potion petrified her organs quickly.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as they turned to stone.
“W..hh..y? … S..aa..hhjj.. aaa?” She creaked as she finally completed her transformation into inanimate rock.


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Sahja, the cute, innocent looking, ninja, catgirl, betrayer looked down at the statue that used to be her guildmate Aisha.

“You were a true friend, Aisha: Loyal, brave, smart, kind, trusting.. but a four way split just isn’t as good as a one way split.” she said as she reached over to relieve one of the decorative armour displays of its halberd. Sahja staggered to hold its weight as she brought it down over Aisha’s stonified neck, shattering it and preventing any chance of de-petrification in the future.

The catgirl thief leaned down to relieve Aisha of her share of the loot, spilling gold coins from the mage’s money-pouch into her own. She walked over to the corpses of her other two teammates and did the same thing to them. Her coin-purse overflowing with treasure, Sahja smiled happily. Friendship was great and all… but it was no substitute for money and power.

It was then that she noticed a doorway that she hadn’t seen before. Strange, she thought, that wasn’t there before. Cautiously she approached. Saanvi’s severed head lay atop some kind of pressure switch. It must’ve activated and opened the secret passage when her decapitated head bounced and landed on it. Beyond the door lay a hidden balcony on the west side of the castle walls, and a single ornate chest framed with gold lining.

Sahja’s eyes glittered at the sight. If the chest was literally decorated with gold, then what would be inside? A small amount of drool dripped from her greedy lips, and she was glad her party was no longer alive to witness her unladylike behaviour.

Checking briefly for traps visually and finding none, she approached the chest tentatively.
“I guess it’s just my lucky day.” she mused aloud as she reached down to pick the latch to the box with her thief's tools. She’d have to come back here later, with some spare hands just to lift the damn thing. She almost regretted backstabbing her entire party.

With a click, the box was unlocked, and a smile split Sahja’s face in two as she lifted the lid to the chest, and was met with lines of razor sharp teeth, and tentacles.
“What the Fu…..” she started, and pulled back, but two enormous hands grabbed her by the forearms and rudely pulled her into the mess of dripping egg-laying ovipositors and a snuffling wet mouth wrapped around her head.
“Mmmmmmffffff '', she moaned muffled as something thick and gross invaded her mouth and slimed its way into her stomach, where it immediately began to deposit eggs.
“Ffffffff,” she squealed, shivering as similar egg filled snakes slid up her dress and tore her underwear off, stretching her dainty holes till they bled. Her belly swelled large with eggs, cracking her ribs as they were laid beyond her body’s capacity to hold them.

Sahja wriggled fruitlessly as the Chest Mimic puppeteered her lithe body like a personal condom. Tears streamed from her face, as she realised that she couldn’t fight the creature off.

She pulsed and jerked with every thrust and pump, as she was raped over and over again by the tentacles. There was nothing she could do but take it, and become a host mother for the creature’s brood. She knew that she wouldn’t live through the process.

Tentacles prodded at her furry ears, and resigned to her fate, Sahja squeezed her eyes shut a moment before they strained to enter her with a pop. Then they pulped her brain in an instant, converting her into a brain-dead spasming mess of cum and eggs.

The chest mimic finished laying its offspring in Sahja’s empty skull, brain matter spurting from her ears in pink lumpy rivulets.

Her body relaxed in death, making Sahja’s body a perfect egg-sack filled with new mimic eggs.

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