#milfification

While I'm fairly green to the erotic furry space, some of the monthly themes people come up with are fun. I have a secret soft spot for milfification, so here's Hickory as a bodacious lady. Maybe she has eggs, maybe she doesn't--motherly vibes are a state of mind anyway.

It was not uncommon for a pirate to seize a certain bout of treasure as their own before hiding it within an island. Occasionally, the treasure itself was too valuable to carry out in the open, or carry around within vessels. There were always chances to consider, and chances, regardless of mutiny, storm, or unwanted attention of a swarm of lusii, were not something that people might risk if such priceless objects were valued after. As such, pirates tended to hide a stash of valuables on certain sets of islands they found fancy, creating what was commonly and famously known as ‘treasure maps.’ Simple pieces of navigational paper, it was, and it might be easy enough to take notice with the telltale red X marked onto a mass of land scattered among its kind on the high tides. Red X signified many things, but often it was interpreted as treasure on an island marked.

Dualscar, on the other hand, was not interested in the Red X that was marked on the single page of navigational log that he had managed to seize from the Marquise. The woman had been bold enough, and brazen enough with her own identity, to mark the symbol in blue. The two, cobalt lines was marked onto the parchment, crossing against each other, and how it taunted him so that his kismesitude would lead him to touching his significant other’s property.

The island seemed simple enough, and not particularly difficult to find, though uninviting as it was. Sailors would not stay on this sort of island, for it was barren, lacking in flora or fauna, and the only remarkable thing about it was its shape: two round hills bound to each other, forming a small yet comfortable valley between the edgeless terrain. However, hide in plain sight seemed to be her intention, and the cerulean lines indicated that the treasure was buried right within the center of this valley. When the Orphaner had initially snatched this page from her very diary that she had so boldly flaunted about the discovery of a fabulous booty. He simply had to result to such thievery: the look on her face when she would ever find out that her most recent collection to be stolen right underneath her own nose was too alluring to resist, and it might incite another spark, a black spark between their rivalry that came too rarely on some occasions beyond teasings.

Before long, he was out, swimming. A seadweller of his proportions did not require ships when it came to snatching treasure. Ships, in his opinion, attracted too much attention, and he wanted a surprise, a cunning approach and a chance to gloat in his own victory while time festered.

Stepping onto the sandy beach of the island, his cape drenched and dragging behind him in his royal, violet garbs, he found his feet on solid ground soon enough instead of the soft, crunching sensation. The island was small, the terrain too simple, and he thought it could very well so be a simple rock or two jutting out within the massive expanse that was the ocean.

It was almost disappointing when he found the box jutting, no, sitting right on the top of a rock. A perfectly adorned, wooden box, practically looking like any other treasure chest, only that it was small as a wriggler. For a moment, Orphaner Dualscar thought to himself.

‘Marquise Spinnerett Mindfang. If you wanted this treasure found so badly, then you might have tried better.’

He was suddenly given the irresistable urge to just kick the thing onto the dirt, just to show that her treasure, her booty in her exact words, were no longer her private property, and he could treat it however he wanted.

However, the Orphaner resisted such childish urges, and he instead opened the box to check the content.

For a moment, Dualscar was given the moment to stare at what happened to be a glowing, yet very surreal image of a pair of perfectly round and lush asscheeks pointed towards his direction.

Then the vision was gone, and with it came pain.

He was suddenly flung back as a loud cackle was heard, none other than from the Marquise and her voice, her arrogant tone, and yet there was nobody. Nobody with him on the island as he felt the agony of his entire body beginning to rearrange himself. His body was shifting, moving, altering, as he felt his face twist and distort. Chapped cheeks became rounder, facial hair fading to nothing as his skin became soft. His shoulders narrowed, lessened as he became slimmer, losing muscle mass making him look more feminine by the second.

Then, it began. His ass had begun to balloon, his clothes, now loose, began to stretch against the heavy and squishy pair of cheeks pushed against the velvet fabric, until a comical yet humiliating phoomph bursted out of nowhere and Dualscar was in full view as his rump practically exploded out of his clothes with a large rip, into perfectly round, firm, and yet horrendously soft pair of ass that he had seen earlier. But on a far larger scale.

However, the change was far from done, and he was suddenly stricken with a tugging sensation on his bulge as he began to feel something tight, as if he was being pulled into himself, and his crotch had vanished, the mass pushed elsewhere it disappeared, replacing it with… what felt like a warm, wet slit. It was then that, as if to balance out what had occurred, his chest began to expand, ever so slightly, so that what was fleshy mounds on his chest would now be proudly called rumblespheres.

As Dualscar screamed in rage at the thought of having been tricked by his nemesis, his rival, his partner in black, the Marquise in question silently pondered over her diary entry and its missing page. 

“It has been a noteworthy investigation that led to the discovery of a body worth worshipping. A difficult journey, but it seemed to have paid off, and it may be sweeps later that I read this passage to remember a young scrawny girl who never imagined that she could be in such a position and yet had the ambition to be anyone, or anything.

There is not a single aspect of a perfect body, for perfection itself is unachievable, but like solving puzzles, all that is required is to gather the pieces. As for which pieces, I have yet to discover much for myself, but I seemed to have found one, bound it in form, and in high hopes, some day come to claim it as my own when the rest are gathered.

And yet I could never bring myself to do it. I have grown too proud of myself, too vain, and to submit to having a body needing worship would be a foolish deed. And yet, this first puzzle piece is too much to throw away. A perfect specimen, a perfect treasure, a perfect booty, bound in shape and form to whoever it beholds… Too much to throw away nonchalantly. So here it shall lay, hidden on the island marked, and-“

[The diary ends abruptly upon this page, almost like someone stopped writing it, for whatever reason]

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Location : Alternate timeline of Alternate timeline : T-F-stk : 472

Day 0.

  Feferi woke in the morning with a yawn and a giggle, she loved her bed and was absolutely a morning person, perhaps it was just in her blood or fated that she spent a lot of time up and about in the morning, or maybe it was just nice to be alive and awake, regardless, feferi was up and about in her underwater castle like home, Feferi kicking off her PJs, Feferi had only recently acquired the rights to the castle and she had a busy day ahead of her regarding the dealing with of some unpleasantness.

  Feferi didn’t have to deal with that for a little while, and besides it was time for her morning swim, she loved swimming, especially in her indoor pool, not that she didn’t mind swimming outdoors, in fact with the location of her home and her aquatic ancestry swimming was her primary method of transportation as well as entertainment for the most part. But regardless of the seemingly high mundane nature of moving through the water by hand, it never seemed to bother Feferi, the heiress always seeing things on the brighter side with a level of bubbly enthusiasm.

 Her morning swim complete and her regular colourful dress equipped to her, she decided to get down to business, as it was long overdue. You see, in this timeline the previous Empress, a woman of extreme outward coldness and cruelty had vanished, probably been murdered but was absolutely not around anymore. And, seeing as Feferi was the only known individual next in line, it fell to her when she came of sufficient age or maturity that she would take the throne.

  A throne that she wasn’t even sure that she wanted given her current mindset, Feferi wanting nothing more currently than to just hang out with her friends from time to time, swim with the sea creatures which she adored so much and have the occasional giggle about the cute guards which are around the palace.

  “Blu)(… w)(y do i )(AV-E to get this done today…” Feferi groaned as she headed to the wing of the place which belonged to the missing empress, gold… tacky yet still pretty patterns all over the place, yep… it was “HERS” alright, Feferi cringing a little at the amount of glitter floating in some of the fish tanks.

  Feferi turning the corner past the gold room, the room feferi actually found quite pleasant in this wing of the palace, it was literally just a large treasure room of sorts filled with an impossible amount of gold ranging from coins to jewelry, an absurd amount of wealth that she’s seemingly inherited from that bitch, oh just the thought of that smug condescending… Arrogant…Bossy…Demanding…. “-grumbling- BITC)(!” Feferi yells out in frustration, even the memory of that woman being insufferable to Feferi as she stopped outside the door and read the little notice.

  “Wardrobe 1-3, no suckas allowed, empress only.” Feferi frowned, even the notices were smug and arrogant, Feferi opened the door and there it was, a room filled with all manner of outfits in the color scheme of fuchsia and black, with a lot of discarded jewelry. “Urg)(, -Even some of t)(e jewelry in )(ere is tacky.” Feferi comments looking at some of the gold bangles, one of them… painted pink, just… just why?

  Feferi looked through the outfits, some of them she couldn’t even bright herself to touch due to the colour scheme, some were nice though, Feferi smiling a little as she lifted out a large elegant looking black dress. “Good Glub… didn’t know s)(e even had t)(is…” Feferi says slightly taken aback, she’s keeping this one, she’ll have the guards store most of the others, especially those black bodysuits, feferi moving them out the was as she looks for more “wearable” clothing when all of a sudden.

  “E–EP!” Feferi yelps recoiling her hand, as a little flash of zapped her finger, if this couldn’t get any worse, moving those blasted bodysuits had charged her with static electricity and she’d gone and shocked herself, That was it, she’d HAD ENOUGH feferi thought to herself as she stormed outside as she slammed the door to the wardrobe behind her, Feferi making the slow and long… No, she wasn’t doing that, she needed to clear her head.

  So Feferi jumped through the bubble window out into the ocean waters and swam back to her room, just so frustrated and sick of that part of her home, and to top it off her hand was numb due to the whole zapping, what a terrible terrible day for Feferi, but at least it was going to be over soon, by the time Feferi swam back, with  several hours of distractions in the form of her pets along the way, it was about time for her to get to sleep…

Day 1.

  Feferi woke up and stretched in her queen sized bed, she hadn’t noticed nor would she notice the fact that her PJ top was riding up showing off her midsection, her PJ leggings equally as tight on the Pexies, however, these facts barely even registered on Feferi blissfully unaware of any alterations in her height or size, that mostly being due to how quickly she tore off those PJs and equipped her elastic one piece for her morning swimming session.

  Feferi floated in the water for what felt like an eternity to the pexies, just thinking about everything that was happening, the whole throne she’d have to fit when she was ready, the missing empress which she was actually glad was gone, those nice outfits and… well. Those not so nice and borderline cringey skin tight bodysuits, still looking back on it, they were probably comfortable…

Thinking time over, Feferi get out of the water and dried off, her mind still occupied with a lot of outfits and all those glubbin wardrobes. “You know w)(at..” Feferi said to herself pausing as she reached for her colorful skirt. “W)(y don’t i try something different for once?” Feferi smiled. Giggling a little as she reached for some Cargo pants, They were baggy yes, but she could see herself growing into them, eventually, actually… they fit relatively well now, had she grown since she last tried them on?

Feferi gave a little twirl looking at herself in the mirror, pants weren’t really her thing, dresses and skirts shore, but pants, well… they do suit her she thought to herself as she gave a toothy smile and a giggle before she headed off to wander the palace, finding herself looking through the collections of various artworks and tridents hung up on the walls.

“…” She thought why was she doing this, she had planned to go out and see Eridan today, the clingy Ampora would probably, She pulled out her shell-phone and opened it before seeing several walls of borderline eye rolling texts from, one reply later and a few crying emojis from Ampora and things were calmed down and good again.

Feferi mentally exhausted from dealing with Eridan decided to call it a day, a bit of ogling of one of the particularly cute guards on the way back to her chambers and promptly when to bed, she felt… tired all of a sudden.

Day 2.

When feferi woke up she felt… surprisingly good, she’d been feeling groggy and tired the previous day, but she felt just fine this wonderful day, Feferi sighing as she got out of bed, her clothes felt really tight, she’d need to order the guards to send for some larger PJs for her, One change into a swimming costume later, a costume which was bordering on too tight also, especially around her thighs, she hadn’t gotten more blubbery had she?

“Na)( no c)(ance of that.” Feferi commented, shaking the notion off, her, packing on the pounds with all that exercise she does, with all that swimming there was no way she’d put on weight, it’s probably just old clothes that she would need to get rid of, she’d have to order the guard to fetch some larger clothes from the previous empress’ less tacky options, stuff like she had in her wardrobe, not the empress’ her own, her wardrobe that she didn’t let the servants and guards into.

“O)(, I s)(ould probably get that taken care of sooner rat)(er t)(an later, huh…” Feferi thought to herself.

One summoning of servants and guards later to get her clothes tomorrow, along with some curious looks from the staff at Feferi, the staff noticing but refusing to comment on the heiress rapid physical maturing, the previous short-stack Pexies looking significantly taller by this point.

Feferi spent most of the rest of the day in the gold room as she’d dubbed or rather “glubbed” it. Looking through large amounts of jewelry, she found herself trying on and taking off lots of different rings and bangles, she felt a little silly doing so but looking at them on her arms, they looked cool, absolutely cool, She smiled, when she was empress she’d wear a lot of gold. She was certain about that part.

Day 3.

Feferi woke up with a groan. “Urrg)(…cod damnit the s)(ell was i doing last nig)(t…?” Feferi complained as she sat up in bed, she felt heavy and she felt strange, rubbing her hands on her face she almost screamed as she ran to a mirror, her eyebrow, it was.. Why was. How… Who did?!

Feferi looked at her reflection as it grimaced back at her, two gold rings inside her left eyebrow, two piercings which she was shore as hell that she did not get the previous day or week or month, hell she’d not received a piercing or been voluntarily stabbed in her whole life. She was so consumed with worry about the piercing that she hadn’t even noticed that her lips were stained fuchsia instead of their normal pitch black, but, a few minutes of calming down later feferi found herself almost entranced by her own reflection.

“Y-you know…t)(ey do make me look pretty bad-bass.” She smiled a little blowing a kiss at her reflection and chuckling afterwards, wait.. Why did she even bother worrying at all in the first place, nothing wrong with a bit of gold on her face, especially two stylish gold rings in her, they made her look tough, well, maybe not tough, but cooler at least.

The rest of Feferi’s day went by uneventfully however, the pexies while she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, was growing again, she couldn’t have figured it out likely due to her sudden increase in her ego, her body looking more mature and sexy? Phhhft she couldn’t think of herself not looking “pike” that.

Day 4.

Feferi woke up, took a shower and got dressed in that new outfit which she had grown so “frond” of, those cargo pants and loose crop top t-shirt, she grinned at herself in the mirror, she was looking “shella” good, a little punk than she thought she would go but she couldn’t help but feel her ego swelling again, she looked… really good.

“)(a)(.” She quietly laughed to herself as she saw some of the guards and servants trying not to stare at Feferi, they were totally checking her out, damn right they were. And why shouldn’t they? She was going to be their Empress and she had one rocking body, and they all were going to listen to her and do what she told them anywave…

Day 7.

Feferi lounged and relaxed most of the mornings away, feferi’s body having grown again during the night, the figure growing more and more towards an amazonian goddess with each day, Feferi’s hips and chest having been the most developed. “Mmm)(~” She stirred as she relaxed, sitting up, her PJ top’s buttons having popped open during the night.

“)(-EY S-ERVANTS!” Feferi yelled out of her room, two maids entering the room of the pexies and bowed. “Bout time ya got here…” She commented smirking a little, finding it fun to order and boss around the staff, well, within reason, she was always nice to them, couldn’t be empress one day and treat her people like crap.

“T)(is load of sexy needs her hair brus)(ed, feel up to the c)(allenge~?” Feferi teased over to the servants earning a blush on their faces as they took combs following Feferi’s instructions, Feferi relaxing as the servants took care of her needs and morning freshening up. Feferi thinking to herself how good it was to have suckers to do whatever she wanted, felt really good actually, she’d have to have them do this every morning from now on…

Day 13.

Feferi was looking and acting more and more like the missing empress with each day, however Feferi kept that soft tenderness in her heart despite how much she had changed, she’d matured mentally that goes without question, childish thoughts about looking silly or goofy replaced with thoughts about looking hot and sexy, thoughts about standing in front of crowds of her future subjects having changed from those of worry and concern to thoughts on how it kind of turned her one.

Those thoughts generally filling her mind as she had servants bring her clothes, bathe her and comb her hair, the servants obviously enjoying it, those faces full of blushing and the sweet teasing that Feferi was giving them obviously working into her subjects minds…Future subjects minds. She wasn’t empress yet.

Feferi’s stood in her room, wearing that black dress which she had taken from the empress’ wardrobe from before, it was the only thing that seemed to fit her now, she’d outgrown all of her old clothes and had taken to sleeping in the nude. Feferi standing near seven foot tall, her curves and body easily comparable to that of a goddess. “S)(ell mig)(t as well be their goddess~” Feferi thought to herself as she ran her hands along her body, damn it felt good to feel her curves she thought to herself with a smile on her face…

Day 15.

Feferi woke up, had the servants… spend some time with her as she whispered sweet teases into the staff, Feferi teasing and touching them, asking them how much they loves and worshiped her, Feferi of course receiving voices of praise and enthrallment from her staff. Compliments stating that she outshone the previous empress being commonplace.

The staff saying how sexy she was with all those new piercings, piercings that Feferi had only noticed recently, More piercings on her ears, even one on her navel, she was like a walking art exhibit by this point, Feferi grinning perversely as she looked into the mirror at herself, she was like a much sexier, better version of that old tacky bitch, she’d make the people forget that there ever even was an old empress.

“Mm)(m~ looking gurd t)(is mornin Fef~” She purred as she ran her hands along her body. “Wave better t)(an that old bag ever could~” She smirked as she as she looked through her outfits, deciding on something deliciously fitting, she was going to wear one of “HER” bodysuits, yes that was a perfect way to be a better empress, she could wear her clothes better than she EVER could have.

Feferi laughing at the idea as she called for a servant, the servant quick to respond to the New pexies empress who stood in the nude.

“)(ey, Wardrobe 1-3 fetch one of the old bitch’s bodysuits.” Feferi ordered in a pleasantly stern tone, The servant bowing and heading off as feferi bit her lip, she could order them to do anything she wanted… Anything…

“Maybe tomorrow~” she whispered to herself thinking something very perverse as the servants soon returned with one of the tight looking bodysuits.

“Tanks, leave me.” The servant bowed and left Feferi alone.

Feferi grinned holding the suit in her hands, it felt stretchy and would look like it was painted into her once it was on her, oh she couldn’t wait for all that attention she was going to get, Feferi slowly squeezing her body into the tight fabric, moaning a little as it hugged against her, her body feeling like it was being hugged all over.

“Mmm)(, maybe you were rig)(t about t)(ese t)(ings ya old seacow~” Feferi moaned ass she ran her hands over her body, rubbing her breasts and nook through the black fabric, moaning as she continued to touch and grope herself late into the night.

Day 16.

The servants waited outside Feferi’s chamber waiting for the heiress turned empress to wake up, however as time went on, they thought she was sleeping in, however when noises which sounded like groans and moans began to drift from behind the door, waiting turned to concern, had something happened to their beloved Feferi?

Concern taking the better of them they entered the room slowly announcing their presence only to find Feferi waiting there clad in the bodysuit, gold bangles along her arms, with rings on her fingers turning to look at them, the servants jaws almost hitting the floor as words of a sexual nature began to float across the room to their ears, the servants looking to each other as Feferi sealed the deal.

“)(ey, suckas, come and serve ya empress~” She teased.

The Empire was going to last for a long time, and it was going to be great for those under their sexy empress.

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