***Kyrie***

***by Swoll***

***Part 1: The Emir's Fantasy***



“This should satisfy even the Emir's tastes,” Rafael said eagerly as he beckoned Khaled ibn Falan, vizier to the Emir of Walloon, to a door that opened as the two neared without either man touching it. Rafael was a young genius recruited as much for his lack of scruple as his seemingly boundless intellect, and for the last year he had been experimenting to find a way to satisfy one of the insatiable Emir's fantasies.  Khaled had seen more than one woman buried after Rafael's experiments, and expected to be treated to yet another death tonight.  Khaled was an honorable man and served the Emir despite the despot's brutal treatment of slaves, but these experiments had begun to twist Khaled's mind in ways that disgusted him.  As he entered the otherwise magically sealed laboratory set up for Rafael, he had already resolved to kill the young ratling to end his depraved experimentation.  It was only a matter of how, and when.

The door shut behind the two men and magical illumination brightened to reveal a room perhaps twenty feet on a side with an alchemical workbench on the right hand wall and in the far left corner a translucent orb within which floated a young woman.

The orb was tinted blue and so Khaled could not tell what color fur the woman possessed, but he could see that she was beautiful, a jackal like himself, shapely in all the ways that most men favored. Her arms were crossed demurely before her chest and her legs were crossed as well.  She had no hair, only her fur coat.  It was difficult to tell but Khaled suspected she had very recently been shorn.  She wore no other clothing and her eyes were closed, her chin resting on her chest.

Khaled started as he realized that the woman was completely submerged in fluid rather than floating in air, and he waved at the female as he said, “What is this, Rafael?  A drowned woman will bring even the Emir no pleasure.”

“She lives, she lives!  Wait and see.  She is floating in a solution that I designed which is saturating her body.  It transports oxygen even better than the air, and she is perfectly safe.  She has perhaps ten minutes left... meanwhile come see what I have done!”

Khaled frowned and followed the exuberant young ratling to the alchemical workbench.  Most of the space on it had been cleared away.  The only two items still on the bench were two cow's bladders of the type commonly used as water pouches by desert travelers.  Rafael waved his hand over the two bladders as though something magnificent sat the table instead of two items any street vendor might sell, so Khaled swallowed his intense dislike of the younger man and took a closer look before commenting, “This one has a strange sheen.”

“It has been treated with the same solution in which Kyrie floats.  Now to demonstrate what else my potion does.”

Rafael gestured and the untreated bladder lifted up in the air and began to inflate.  Khaled glanced at the young mage and noted that he was using gestures Khaled, a Master Magus himself, was unfamiliar with.

“Did you design this... inflation spell?” Khaled asked.

Rafael nodded absently as he replied, “It was expedient.  Watch watch!”

“The bladder will burst,” Khaled spoke the words just before the bladder ruptured with a loud bang, bits of it flying across the lab.  A large piece slapped Khaled in the cheek and he growled a dire warning as he reached up and wiped his face with a large paw tipped with the long, excessively sharp claws of a high ranking officer of the court. “You test my patience, ratling,” Khaled said in a low, menacing voice.

Rafael blinked and his head shot up and back a few inches as his nosed twitched from side to side.  He was not accustomed to being threatened, but Khaled was second only to the Emir and so the young prodigy let it slide.  He gestured again and the second, treated bladder rose up in the air and began to fill.

Khaled took several steps back but Rafael stayed where he was, smirking.  The original bladder had expanded to just over a foot in diameter before it popped, but as this bladder reached the same size it only continued to swell and expand.  Khaled's skeptical look faded as he watched the bladder swell to four times its ordinary size, and still it grew.

“Wait wait!” Rafael crowed.  “The best is yet to come!”

The bladder reached twenty times its original size as it swelled.  Khaled noticed the waterskin grew increasingly transparent as continued to inflate, until the Master Magus could dimly make out the wall behind the now gargantuan skin.  Then, without any warning, it detonated.

Rafael and Khaled were both flung across the room by the explosion.  The rat slammed into the wall just next to the orb containing the woman he had named Kyrie.  Khaled's fingers twitched and the air behind him caught him only a foot from the wall.  His expression was thunderous as he turned his eyes on the ratling, but before he could speak Rafael, still quite dazed from the blow to the head he'd taken from the wall, gestured to the workbench.

Khaled glanced that way, prepared to ignore whatever bits remained of this foolish experiment, and then his jaw dropped.  There was a skin identical to the one that had just detonated sitting half-on, half-off the workbench.  The Magus crossed the room in four swift strides and swept the waterskin up in his claws, examining it closely.

“This... is the same skin!” he exclaimed.  Rafael limped over, nodding vigorously.  “It can be blown up over and over again, and it will not be destroyed.  Instead it will fissure along a seam and expel whatever fills it in an instant, then reseal itself unharmed.  You see, the actual skin used in the experiment is gone, replaced by the solid form of my formula.”

Khaled had forgotten for the moment his plans to murder the young ratling and asked with traces of awe in his voice, “How is this to work on a person of flesh and blood?”

“That is where this comes in,” the rat declaimed.  He had regained his equilibrium by now and crossed the room to the blue orb, waving a hand at it as he said, “The solution saturates the body, completely destroying all within and replacing it with a gel derived from my formula.”

Pieces of a puzzle long unsolved began to fall into place and Khaled's expression darkened as he said, “So that is why the last three bodies we removed from this place dripped gore from every orifice and seemed to lack any bone or internal solidity.”

Rafael completely missed the threat in Khaled's tone and nodded vigorously as he said, “Yes yes... I did not know how to get the formula to do its work.  At first I tried feeding it to a subject.  Then I tried injections of various types.  Nothing seemed to work.  Finally I hit upon the idea of submerging the subject for an extended period, but her head did not transform... that was a mess.  I hit upon the idea of oxygenating the formula two days ago, and if my calculations are correct Kyrie should be ready in just a few moments!”

Khaled's eyes misted as he beheld the figure inside the orb, and pity welled up within him so strongly it threatened to spill forth in his tears.  Rafael was an abomination... the only thing worse than an Emir who dreamed depravity was a mage who created it.  Brilliant or not, this young ratling must not be allowed to continue his perverse experiments.

His thoughts were cut short as he noticed the woman in the orb twitch.  Her eyes flickered open, then widened, and her jaws parted in a gasp.  No air bubbles escaped her lips though, and as Khaled watched, the level of liquid in the orb began to decrease.  For a few moments the Master Mage thought it was being drained magically; then he noticed Kyrie had begun to swell.

Her belly expanded and she curled around it protectively.  Khaled stepped forward, his fingers rising in preparation of a spell that would destroy both the ratling and his experiment, but then the Master Magus noticed the expression that had come over Kyrie's face.  She was beginning to writhe and her hands slipped down beneath her ever swelling belly to disappear beneath.  Her eyes were open but crinkled with unmistakable lust.  Her breasts had begun to swell as well, and the liquid was only a third drained.

She lifted a hand and squeezed one slowly expanding breast and the flesh flexed between her fingertips in a way that made Khaled's mouth run dry.  She was now almost twice as thick as she had been, and every part of her was continuing to swell and expand.  The Master Magus lowered his hand and watched.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Rafael on his knees, his trousers down, frantically masturbating as he too watched the marvelous spectacle.  Ordinarily Khaled would have been disgusted, but at the moment the ratling was of no consequence.  Kyrie seemed to have noticed the two men, and as Khaled watched she rolled in the liquid and spread her gradually swelling thighs, her fingertips splaying her cuntlips in soundless need.

Even as he watched, her fingertips slipped away from her pussy as her middle grew too thick for her to reach, and she began to thrust desperately at them as her body continued to draw in more and more of the fluid in which she had been suspended.

She now rested on the bottom of the orb and had soaked up two thirds of the miraculous formula that Rafael had designed.  Her bottom cheeks were each as thick as the belly of the fattest eunuch, but smooth and somehow, Khaled could still see them flexing as though caught in the throes of desperate sexual ecstasy.  Her enormous breasts had rolled to each side, nipples thicker than a man's wrist pressed against the surface of the orb as her belly and body continued to swell and expand.

Khaled now had a painful erection, and the thought of it drew his attention to Rafael, who was completely absorbed in the moment of his undeniable triumph.

A spell would give warning... Khaled slipped a short, wickedly curved dagger from its sheath and stepped behind the young genius, waiting patiently.  He tried to keep his eyes off the woman in the orb, but the bizarre and intensely erotic sight of her continued to draw his attention.

As she absorbed the last of the fluids from the orb the orb itself cracked and shattered, dumping the now enormously swollen woman onto the floor where she bounced and rolled, the fluids inside her flexing whatever her flesh had become.

Rafael let out a crow of triumph and his seed spattered out in front of him as he came, and before he finished his orgasm Khaled jerked the ratling's head up and slit his throat with one vicious swipe.

The ratling gurgled and fell sideways, but Khaled stepped backward, ensuring that even as he died Rafael could not see him.  Death curses were serious affairs, but only worked if the dying one could see his tormentor.  It took only a few moments before the ratling's death throes ceased, and Khaled wiped his blade on the younger man's rich clothing before he sheathed it and cautiously approached the woman Rafael had called Kyrie.

Her fur... or flesh... or whatever, had taken on the blue coloring of the orb, and she was impossibly swollen.  She moaned and her legs, each of which as large as Khaled himself, twitched and jerked.  She was on her back, facing away from the mage, and he walked slowly around until he could look at her head, dreading what he might find.

Her head, when the man finally laid eyes on it, was much larger but still in proper proportion, not swollen and bloated like the rest of her, but simply larger.  She caught sight of him and her eyes pleaded with him as she flexed, her hands folding into her belly in an obvious effort to reach her sex.

“Aaaaahnnn.... nnnnn... Mmm!” she moaned to him, in an agony of frustration that she was unable to express with words.  Khaled's eyes shut and this time the tears did escape.  Her memories, perhaps even her mind, had been destroyed by whatever alchemical process she had gone through.  Still she lived, and as she writhed her needs were obvious.

One of her breasts was in reach, and the black furred jackal reached out and tried to wrap his hand around the enormous nipple that capped it.  His claws barely touched on the other side, and his claws were very long indeed.  He squeezed and Kyrie's shoulders rolled back as she arched as much as she could to offer herself to him, letting out a long groan of raw sexual pleasure as fluid squirted from the puckered crown, splashing Khaled in the face.

The man released her and staggered backward, wiping frantically at his face and fur, but paused after a moment as he realized that the taste on his lips was pure, clean water.

“NnnnnNnnnng!  Mmmmph! Ooooh....” she cooed at him, rocking slowly back and forth, the fluid within her rolling and rocking her whole body as she begged.

Khaled took a deep breath and did his best to control his lusts as he walked around her, back out of her sight.  She made a desperate sound and rolled heavily until she rested on her hugely swollen belly.  She put her arms out to the wall and lifted her upper body  until she could look over her shoulder.  The mage marveled at the strength thus displayed.  Given the volume of fluid within her, Kyrie's upper body alone probably weighed close to a ton, and the only problems she seemed to have moving involved leverage.

“Sssssh... I will see to you,” he murmured soothingly.  Kyrie's eyes pleaded with him and moans trickled from her lips as she slowly sank down the wall, arching her vast backside and spreading her hips as he stepped behind her.  She could barely see him over her hip, but Khaled had turned his attention to the swollen cunt she presented to him.  The flesh around it was bare, and a steady stream of fluids dribbled from between her labial lips.  The slit itself was almost a foot long, and Khaled had no illusions about using the equipment nature had given him to satisfy such a huge pussy.  Instead he rolled up his sleeve and with a few words of power shrank his claws down to nothing. He could not have explained to another living being why the sight of this vastly swollen woman aroused him as it did, not even if his soul depended on it, but it was beyond question that his lusts were at a fever pitch as he folded his fingers into a fist and with one hand set against her backside to open her a bit, pressed that fist slowly past the thick outer lips of her cunt and into the depths of her dribbling pussy.

Kyrie gasped and her backside rolled alarmingly, but it was movement of a kind Khaled recognized, and he pressed his fist, and then his lower arm deep into her body.  The feeling was what he might have imagined it would feel like were she still a woman of flesh.  It was hot, the walls of her pussy gripped and flexed urgently against his arm, and her wetness dribbled constantly from her. Gritting his teeth and grunting with the effort, Khaled began swiftly fucking her, using most of his arm as he pistoned it in and out between her heaving, rolling buttocks.

Despite the vast quantity of fluid within he could see her swollen asscheeks tense and quiver as though musculature lay beneath, and yet they remained pliant, like a waterskin filled but not yet taut. Khaled was quickly soaked to the fur as water spurted from her, and he was forced to pause a moment as a powerful shudder ran through her and she came, her pussy clamping down around his arm and rippling as wave after wave of pleasure both literally and figuratively rocked her body.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAaann....nnnnn... Mmm..” she moaned for him as her cunt began to relax, and yet more fluid poured from her.  The man began to work again, and noticed as he did so that water was flowing out from the front of her body as well, and he could only imagine her nipples had spurted with her orgasm as well.

Khaled worked diligently for the next twenty minutes, switching arms often as one and then the other became fatigued.  Kyrie came every few minutes, each orgasm preceding a copious rush of the fluids inside her, and after a time Khaled noticed that she was indeed shrinking.

Finally she had shrunk to the size of an enormously large but at least plausible woman, and Khaled could stand it no longer.  He stepped back from her and loosened his belt, then dropped trow.

Kyrie turned and moaned as she saw the erect shaft he presented, and she rolled back onto her knees and beckoned him to her.  He came willingly and kissed her as a woman should be kissed, and her tongue flexed out into his mouth and swirled around and around his own with impossible flexibility.  As they kissed, Khaled felt the woman's hands grasping at his cock, and she began moving her fingers frantically up and down, eager for his pleasure as though grateful for his help.

Her breasts were still huge, pendant and swollen, each nipple the size of a pair of his fingers, and Khaled reached down and began squeezing them both.  Her body rippled as she shivered with pleasure and moaned into his mouth.  She broke the kiss and panted, her head arching backward as he squeezed and tugged her nipples, listening to the wet sounds of lactation as water continued to stream out of her with his play.

Finally her hands left him and she slowly rolled onto her back again, her belly flattening and distending.  She lifted her arms and her breasts, cupped between them, offered themselves to him as she spread her legs, moaning brokenly of her need.

Khaled nodded and knelt between those outstretched thighs and with unwonted gentleness pressed himself into her.  He groaned despite himself; the feeling inside her was better than anything he had ever felt before.  She rippled all around him with liquid pleasure, and as his shaft sank to the hilt she jerked as though stung.

“Aaaaahh... hah... hah... Hnnnn....” she cooed as her thighs flexed, and her body rippled up against him.

“Uhhahhh.... Gods... I will never last...” Khaled murmured.  He began to shift against her, and with each stroke she rippled powerfully back at him.  The magus began murmuring a spell that deadened sensation as he stroked.  It was a spell taught to novices as a way to hone their concentration for the more complex magics to come later, but here it kept Khaled focused as he fucked Kyrie through orgasm after orgasm.

He was already drenched from using his arms when her cunny had been almost at head level, but as he worked sweat began to replace the water of her cum, and soon he was dripping over her, his hands set on either side of her body as he worked, his spell dribbling from his lips over and over again as he concentrated on the woman underneath him.

She was now almost returned to her normal size, and as he looked down into her eyes the unadulterated gratitude and love he saw there broke his chant.  She wrapped her now slim arms around his back and pulled herself up to him, kissing him fiercely.  Khaled was so caught by surprise that he offered no resistance when she rolled him over and straddled him, leaning up and arching as she bounced atop him.  Her body was magnificent now in a different way.  The build-up of fluids inside her seemed mostly to have dissipated, but she rode him with the vigor of a woman newly begun, and it was only a few minutes before he cried out and his hands clamped down on her hips, pinning her to him as he filled her with the proofs of his pleasure, cumming harder than he ever had in his life.

She cooed at him and leaned down, pillowing her breasts against his chest and resting her head in the crook of his shoulder as meaningless pleased, satiated sounds trickling from her lips.  Khaled realized then that at the last she had worked only to satisfy him; her own pleasures had been secondary.

A chill coursed through him then, as he pictured what would happen to this beautiful creature once in the Emir's clutches.  He glanced to her but found to his surprise that she had already fainted dead away.  He realized at the same time that he was still half-buried inside her, and groaned softly as he shifted his hips away and slipped out of her body.  He carefully moved her, settling her back against the wall.

He retrieved and donned his clothing and glanced from the girl to the corpse of Rafael.  There would be no way to both get the corpse out and Kyrie.  If the Master Magus used his one teleport spell to hide the corpse, Kyrie would wind up in the Emir's harem for certain.  If he instead escaped with Kyrie, his activities here would become known and he would be marked for death for interfering with the Emir's pleasure.

Khaled ibn Falan glanced from the remains of Rafael to Kyrie, and with a muttered, “Fuck it,” he picked up the slumbering girl, cradling her with infinite tenderness. With a few words and a muffled detonation of in-rushing air they were gone.

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