#condensce

ANCESTORS AESTHETIC

Recuperate

“Are you sure that this will get me to sleep better?” Roxy said uncertainly, standing in front of a troll recupracoon. The slimy rock-like structure of the pod reminded her of stalagmites in a deep cave, the purple liquid only helping the image.

“Of course you fuckin’ nerd. Get in and i pershoalnally garuntee you will have the best sleep of your human exsistence.” Meenah boasted confidently, glad that Roxy didn’t know that sopor slime was supposed to be green, not tyrian. This was too easy, first making sure one of the humans had the worst fucking mattress she could find and second claiming that recupracoons were the better way to sleep anyway.

“All right, but I start drowning, I hope you come get me out of this slime,” Roxy said, stripping to her underwear per Meenah’s instructions. Nervously dipping a finger in, Roxy was suprised at how warm and pleasant the slime, or sopor?, felt.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you. Besides, you can breathe through sopor anyway,” Meenah said, a bit of excitement in her voice as Roxy lowered her lower body into the slime filled recup’.

“Wow, this is actually really nice. Like, I feel totally relaxed,” Roxy sighed, now covered to her neck, so deep in bliss. Meenah circled the Recup’ to Roxy, finding her with her eyes closed, looking so at peace. What a sucker. Meenah gently pushed the rest of Roxy into the Recup’.

Roxy’s dreams began with normal dream stuff; cats, the apocalypse, green cubes, etc. However, her thoughts became mixed more with thoughts of more and more rebellious and badass actions. Killing people standing in her way with no hesitation, making other people respect and fear her.

Her body was changing along with her dreams. Unknown to Roxy, she began growing older, past 18, into around 21. Her body filled into a body type that one wouldn’t assume by looking at her old self, but was nearly the same in proportion to the Empress that would have made other trolls realise the might in their presence immediately. Her body grew taller, growing past 7’. Roxy’s hair grew longer and longer, turning blacker and blacker, blacker than most would assume natural for a human. It swam around her, likely able to reach past her hips had she been standing.

Roxy’s thoughts grew more and more unlike her. She imagined conquering a planet, ruling millions of people, bending others to her will. She craved that power, the perfect image of the most badass queen ever. Why stop at a planet? Why not the entire motherglubbing universe? It all was rightfully hers, she just had to claim it! She was the one who deserved to rule!

Roxy’s body grew paler in the recup’ before turning darker into a charcoal color. Fingernails fell out and were replaced with stronger, yellow ones, nicely lengthened. Horns emerged from her head, growing well over a foot long, longer than most trolls could hope for growing. Her eyes shifted as they became more yellow than white, eyelashes lengthening.

Meenah, meanwhile, was furiously masturbating over the whole scenario. Finally, the perfect teacher! A more badass version of herself! Learning form her, she could one day be the ultimate ruler she knew she was destined to be. Climaxing into the toilet in the bathroom next to the door, Meenah moaned loudly. At the same time, Roxy, now The Condesce,  was getting used to her new height. She stumbled to the bathroom.

“Out, runt,” She said to Meenah, still in the glow of finishing.

“What? I just got done, give me a second, sheesh” Meenah said, pulling up her pants.

Meenah was startled as she was gripped around her collar and pulled to eye level of the empress. “You dont ever fuccin talk to me like that again, got it runt?” Meenah asked rhetorically, before throwing Meenah into the other room and closing the door.

This is how I imagined Homestuck was planned.