Whore Calibur, Teaser

Story by Flesh_Seraph

This may be a story about a character from the video game Soul Calibur IV being cursed with hermaphrodism. I may continue it, I may not, but just keep in mind the disclaimer:

Even moreso than before, I am an absolute degenerate. Don't expect anything from my stories besides women (and dickgirls) being humiliated and treated like subhuman fuck-toilets. I love to see beautiful women brought low and abused, and I love to hear women talking dirtier than anyone ever has, begging to be subjected to acts that, if they happened in real life, would probably make a woman want to kill herself. This story doesn't have scat in it, but I'm fairly certain some of the upcoming ones will. I am a douche bag. End disclaimer.

I quit writing about futa because I was more interested in sadism and humiliation than futa. That hasn't changed, but futa can be a major factor in degradation stories. There are plenty of Japanese comics about formerly perfect, beautiful women growing penises and subsequently transforming into cum-spurting, rape-craving sperm buckets. Anyway, on with the show.

Whore Calibur, Teaser

In the deep stillness of the night something stirred, and a sprawled woman went quickly from limp to tense. Her keen senses, honed by years of training with the Fuuma ninja, told her something alarming. The attack, whatever it had been, had already occurred. The sensation was like being bitten by a hungry night insect, but though she ran her hands across the skin-tight fabric of her stealth outfit, she couldn't put her finger on any specific point. "Is this it?" she whispered to herself. After all this time, her travels and trials, was she to be felled by the poisoned dart of a passing bandit?

Common sense told Taki that this scenario was very unlikely. Nothing, not even a snake, could sneak up on her. She slept essentially with one eye open, ready to drive her ninja-to through any hostile visitor less than a second after any sound of encroachment.

“But something happened,” she said to herself, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders, shivering slightly in the chill air of the night. She pulled her knees up to her chest, her hips forming a perfect hourglass with the protective bridge of her pauldrons. Then, a terrible thought came to her.

“Soul Edge,” she whispered, her perfect lips vibrating in the night air. 29 years old, she had a body to surpass any and thought nothing of what people might think to see her in garments so tight they were like a second skin. Freedom of movement was what was important, and if a few Setigahara peasants were creaming in their rice fields at the sight of puffy, curvaceous crotch-mound, wasn’t that just too fucking bad? Taki was more interested in killing demons than satisfying sexual urges, and men were usually too intimidated to approach her in any case.

It was so still, she could hear her own heart beating. And…something else. She could feel a second pulse, a second vibration, like a heartbeat but not the same. It was coming from within her. Suddenly, her mind could visualize what had happened- a fragment of the cursed sword, Soul Edge, had found her in the night, and bonded with her, burrowed into her using the demonic fusion power with which it had corrupted so many heroes. Taki gasped, clasping both hands to her chest. She was certain of it…but before she could think further, blackness overtook her.

It was morning when she stirred- several hours later than she had intended to rise. It took less than a second for her long-lashed eyes to ascertain that the sun’s angle was wrong in the sky. The abandoned farmhouse where she had bedded down had several windows, and now light was streaming in- the high, searing light of near-noon. This was significant- it was the first time that Taki had overslept in more than fifteen years. The last time, she had been punished harshly by Toki, her master amongst the Fuuma-nin.

Taki sat up, lanquished briefly on one perfect hip, wondering why she felt so groggy, so drained of energy, despite having just slept. It’s like you were up all night with a group of men, she thought to herself, and then furrowed her brow.

Why had she thought that? It was completely unlike her to think of things in such sexual terms. Taki rose slowly to her feet, and her almost s

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