Mattie trembled as a fresh load of cum was pumped into her ass. The hand wrapped tightly around her dick squeezed tighty, a reminder that she wasn’t allowed to cum without permission. The only problem was that she wasn’t able to speak, her mistresses large dick that slid in through the gag affixed tightly to her mouth keeping it wide open, prevented her from managing anything more than a gurgle.

Mattie was so full. The ropes that tied her body up keeping her hung up in the air cut into her skin roughly. Her arms were tied behind her back and had been for the last week. Her legs were tied with ankles extended straight up to the ceiling, spread widely apart to allow free access. At some point her master and mistress both agreed she was better situated like this. 

They had agreed to share her, but only so much as they wanted to.They took turns making her dick grow back or removing it entirely depending on who was fucking her at the time. Her mistress was kinder, removing it entirely, allowing her as many orgasms as she wanted so long as she was being fucked. Her master was a crueler. He would deny her any pleasure without her begging, a feat he often found ways of preventing her from doing it.

Mistress came in Mattie’s throat. She pulled her cock out draping it on the girl’s face so that she could cum on her tits. Mistress loved her tits. She said they were her finest work. Mattie couldn’t help but feel proud about that. Mistress had demanded that they pierced their nipples that way they could hang weights from them. They enjoyed the whimpers Mattie provided while that occurred.

Master removed their cock as well replacing it with a red hot plug. It burned Mattie’s tender insides but didn’t hurt them. Nothing hot could anymore. Ever since their transformation they could feel the heat but it did not hurt them. They were eternally thankful.

Mattie felt themselves being lowered to the ground. Shaky legs touched the floor and immediately collapsed after days of restraint. Mattie fell right into the arms of her mistress. She could feel her soft breasts pressing against her face. Slowly hands wrapped around her removing the ropes.

Mattie felt her gag unfasten and let her jaw relax. She whimpered softly as the stiffness set in. The blindfold around her eyes was carefully removed. She blinked slowly, everything a blur of either dark or light. Her mistress carefully tilted something into her mouth and Mattie drank eagerly. She had been fed whatever it was multiple times over the last month if she had to guess how long she’d been here. It seemed to be some kind of healing and rejuvenating tonic.

Immediately Mattie felt her injuries heal, any sore muscles and joints repair. Energy rushed into her body and she forced herself back up the her feet, her head tilted down to look at her feet, her cock still straining, aching for permission to cum.

“I have a gift for you my little darling. You may look at me.” Mistress said teasingly.

Mattie tilted their head up at the pet name. Mistress had taken a fondness to them almost never leaving them alone since she had come into Mattie’s life. Mattie was very happy to have her near.

“Put out your hands darling.” Mattie raised both hands pressing them together in front of her.

Mistress reached out and placed a small wooden dice in Mattie’s hands. She looked at it, familiar memories bubbling up of how it had brought her here, brought her to mistress and master, given her this new life. She looked at it with trepidation and fear that if she rolled it she might lose all of this.

“I don’t want to roll it mistress.” Mattie said thrusting her hands back out towards her mistress.

Mistress reached out and pushed Mattie’s fingers around the dice in her hand. “I’m sorry my darling but it is time for you to continue your journey. With or without me.”

“Please! I don’t want to go back! Don’t make me do it!” Mattie cried tears forming on the edge of her eyes.

“Embrace Your Servitude.”

Mattie felt the words hit her in her core. Her sobs were cut short as they cut off in her throat. “Please don’t make me do this mistress.”

“Embrace Your Servitude.”

Mattie’s hands opened, dropping the dice to the floor. She stood there trembling, shaking, no longer in control. The words that gave her such promise and such a sense of purpose were now the same words being used to torment her.

Mistress walked over and cupped Mattie’s chin. She stroked it gently comforting Mattie with soft coos. Slowly she pulled her into her chest wrapping her up tightly.

“Embrace Your Bliss.”

Mattie looked up at her mistress mouthing the words. They suddenly felt really good in her mouth. But it wasn’t just her mouth. She could feel mistress reminding her about him. Matty. The way Mattie was before. It felt weird to think about before, but not bad, just different. Mattie was realizing that she wasn’t two different people, she was one person, Embracing Their Bliss.

Matty blinked and suddenly the were there sitting back on the floor, pants and shirt back on their body, the cold draft of the air tickling their skin, surrounded by their friends ready to start the game. They tentatively reached up and touched the top of their head, no horns sat under the matted hair. Their fingers traveled down to their chin where the stubble from the day had started to grow in, their jaw much more square then when last they touched it.

They stopped and realized they had been using different pronouns than before the game. It felt different, still kind of foreign to them, but it did feel right.

Matty looked down at their chest, suddenly sad that they were missing their breasts. They had grown pretty accustomed to them the last few weeks. It hadn’t been weeks though had it? Was it weeks for everyone else? Was it different for everyone else?

Matty realized how empty they suddenly felt. How overwhelming everything was for them. Had everything, all the thinking and feeling, had it always been so much for them? Suddenly the world felt so overbearing and full. Things had been simpler before for them, before the game ended. They’d give anything to be back with master and mistress. They stared at the piece in their hand wondering what would happen if they tried to play again.

But would the game even give them the same outcome? Why would it tease them? Why would it force them to embrace their bliss and embrace their servitude if nothing would come of it? If they’d be back to the same old person they were. 

Matty sighed and dropped their head into their hands. Maybe they weren’t supposed to be the same as before. But how would they even change things? How would they figure out where to start?

Ember looked over at Chelsea and gently stroked her cheek. She was so beautiful. The pink haze of bliss Chelsea had been feeding her parted only just enough so that she could see Chelsea. She smiled as Chelsea playfully stroked with her dick. Ember barely had enough sense to even register the sensation.

“You’re doing so good for me my flower. Just keep your eyes open and focused on me.” Chelsea’s words rang out in her head.

Ember nodded, her eyes never looking away from Chelsea.

“Such a good little flower. You’ll do so nicely in my garden. We just need to keep stroking your petals while you focus on me.”

“Focus on you…” Ember felt Chelsea take her other hand and bring it to her dick. Chelsea guided her hand, forcing her to stroke her dick slowly. She could feel how much she was leaking onto herself.

“Good little flower. You’re so good for me. Stroking your petals. It feels so nice doesn’t it.”

“So nice…” Ember felt her eyes starting to drift away from Chelsea’s face as her head rolled to the side.

“Eyes on me little flower.” Ember’s head snapped up, her eyes glued to Chelsea’s face. Chelsea smiled. It made Ember smile. “Good little flower. I want to watch as you drift away into bliss.”

“Drift into bliss.” Ember’s eyes fluttered, turning glossy. She trembled as she came, her dick twitching in her hand as cum shot out dripping into the flower that was wrapped around the tip. All she could see was Chelsea. All she could feel was Chelsea. All she could hear was Chelsea.

Ember blinked and suddenly she was sitting back in front of the game board. Her mind felt hazy as the effects of the game began to fade away. She looked over at everyone else who seemed to be having the same effects as her.

Ember squeezed her hand and was surprised to see the piece still in her hand clasped tightly between her fingers. She stared at it. What would happen if she put it back on the board? Would she be back in the flower bed with Chelsea? Would Chelsea still like her now that the game was over? Her visual overlay ran a thousand situations back and forth across her gaze, none of them conclusive.

Ember could tell she still had her android body. The lines on the back of her fingers and the diagnostics running through her told her as much. It felt good. But now that the compulsion of the game was gone, what would Chelsea think? What would the world think? Was she immortal? Could she even die? Was she some kind of freak that people would hate or would they just think she was some cyberpunk tattoo person? 

Ember could feel her chest tighten as she breathed heavier and heavier. Panic started to set in. She was overwhelmed. Her systems were overheating, her mind and body running at inhuman speeds. Was she even herself anymore?

Ry felt as though a part of them disappeared. One minute they could feel their cum shooting out of Stella’s overflowing pussy. It ran down their cock dripping into a growing puddle on the floor. They could feel every thrust their tentacle made into Stella’s ass, every time her hips moved up and down over their hard dick. They could feel every drop of pleasure both of them gave off. It was intoxicating.

And then suddenly it was gone and they were sitting there on the floor staring at the piece in their hand. For a moment it felt like they had everything, every drop of everything they could ever want and then it was all gone, as if it had never happened. Well not never. They could see out of the corner of their eyes Stella was still a cat girl, albeit less feral now. At least she would have her dream come true.

Ry sighed and looked towards the board. All they would have to do is put down their piece, grab the dice, and everything could be great again. This time it could be permanent too. Like Ember or Stella, it would be perfect. It could be perfect. But Ry never got perfect.

They ground their teeth together staring angrily at the piece in their hand. Why not me? Why couldn’t I get a permanent change like them? Why weren’t they worthy of it? After all, they picked out the game, so why didn’t they get to win?

They closed their eyes and sighed. There was no point in all of those thoughts. All they would do was cause more issues. Ry was really tired of issues. It was time to try something different. They closed their fist around the piece and just let go. None of it mattered in the end. Stella was happy. Ember was happy. Why couldn’t they be happy too?

Ry took a deep breath and let it out, letting go of all the tension in them. Maybe the game wasn’t meant for them. Maybe if they played again it would be. All that mattered now was letting go and moving on, whatever that was.

Stella was pretty angry. One minute she was absolutely full of Ry’s throbbing cock. Cum was leaking out of her, she was trapped in uncontrollable lust, and now she was just kneeling in front of the game. Everyone was there too and looked completely normal except for her and Ember. Ember was some kind of android now, she looked similar but it was really her smell that gave it away.

Stella wrinkled her nose, it was so much more sensitive now. And she could tell everyone was still pretty turned on. Whatever this game was, it had left them all really excited. Her ears twitched on the top of her head, something she would have to get more comfortable with, that and her new tail and claws. Even now as she gripped her legs she could feel her claws tearing the fabric of her jeans.

She wondered if she would turn feral still. Some part of her expected it. Something like the full moon. Maybe she was a werewolf, but a cat. A werecat. Or maybe it was when she went into heat. Stella was suddenly very thankful that her cycle was at the end for the month. Somehow she didn’t really want everyone to see a giant furry Stella jumping Ry right here and now.

She looked over at Ry next to her and leaned in, nuzzling at their side. Ry turned and looked at her and was surprised, but a good surprise it seemed. Stella smiled and relaxed purring softly.

She could be mad at Ry for tricking her later. But maybe not too mad. After all, sex just got a lot easier without all of the accessories.

At the thought of sex Stella felt herself grow aroused. Suddenly all of her clothes felt really uncomfortable and tight. Her body felt warm and tingly. She became acutely aware of just how turned on everyone was. Ry wasn’t.

Stella pouted angrily and snarled in their ear, lightly nipping at it. She could hear their pulse quicken and smirked. Ry was hers. Nobody else’s. Ever.

The thought struck her with surprise. She expected something like that after the events of the game, still freshly seared in her mind, but to actually feel that. Things had been so weird between them lately, that to think that, to feel it, felt really good to her.

She really hoped Ry felt the same.

Chelsea blinked. One minute ago she was looking at Ember and now, she was staring at some cat girl who was nuzzling up really close to Ry. She really wasn’t sure what was going on. She looked down at her lap and noticed she was clothed again. Not only that, she realized she was human again.

Chelsea realized that she couldn’t feel the garden anymore. Suddenly her mind felt overwhelmingly empty with just her thoughts. She tried to reach out, closing her eyes to focus, and felt nothing in return. Just her own brain running on almost idle. It felt strange to her after having so much power and control to go back to being just Chelsea. But that was enough for Ember though, right?

She looked away from herself over at Ember and could see her having one of her panic attacks. Chelsea reached out a hand and gently placed it on Ember’s knee. She felt a small shock run up through her arm and bit her lip. “Embs.” Chelsea whispered softly.

The android girl looked up at her quickly. Eyes flicking back and forth over her face, studying her, reading her. It made Chelsea feel a bit weird. She felt as if she was being analyzed. Her eyes softened and her face relaxed.

“Chels.” It sounded so cold the way Ember said it.

“Are you okay?” Chelsea could see the grooves and electrical pathways running just under the surface of Ember’s skin. Ember looked beautiful, but something had changed with her. Maybe something had changed in Chelsea too.

Ember nodded. “Yeah. I think it’s just a lot to process.” She looked down at Chelsea’s hand on her knee.

Chelsea slid it off closing her hand into a fist. “Yeah. I guess it-” Ember gripped her hand catching it before it closed entirely into a fist. It was tight and forceful but not rough.

“Maybe together. We could process it together.”

Chelsea looked up into Ember’s face and saw her Ember. That nervous awkward girl that she adored. The one who made her heart melt and fly away. That was who was looking back at her.

Chelsea smiled awkwardly and brushed her hair away. She uncurled her hand and wrapped it around Ember’s. “Everyone! Pieces back in the box now!”

Everyone’s heads snapped up to look at Chelsea. She blushed, surprised at where that came from. Slowly she reached out her hand and dropped her piece back with all of the other unused ones in the box. She looked over at Ember for support. Ember reached out and dropped her piece back into the box as well. Slowly one by one the other three did as well.

Chelsea quickly closed the lid and snapped the latch back in place. She picked it up tucking it under her right arm just before standing up. “Ember and I need to go have a talk. Ummm.” Everyone was looking at her and paying full attention. “Go do your own thing or figure some stuff out.” Chelsea held out her hand to Ember. Ember took it standing up next to her. Chelsea was suddenly aware of how short she actually was compared to the android girl.

“So yeah. Let’s go.” Chelsea began to walk away back towards the dining room. As she did she made sure to check and was pleasantly surprised that there was no basement door. She could feel Ember turn to look as well, painfully aware of how uncomfortable that was for her. Chelsea sighed and walked into the now normal dining room. She set the game down against one of the walls and stood there looking around.

“You miss it don’t you.”