It began so slowly. A black stain that spread across the sky, day by day. Inscrutable to the most advanced observation tools we have yet conceived, it grew, eclipsing every star, claiming their light. Today, however, there were questions no longer. Six great claws plowed through from the aether behind that spreading veil, six mighty arms bracing the way open for her arrival. She appeared hewn from obsidian, outlined and defined by the glint of the lights disappearing behind her silhouette, illuminating the patterns of electric blue spreading over her body, seeming to glow with an internal light of their own. Her build was -heroic-, slabs upon slabs of vast muscle bulging against one another, driving ridges and valleys across the supple, smooth hide, swelling into mountainous definition with every casual motion. Her form redefined strength, stretching across a sky too small to contain it, eerily vivid and definite despite the great distance from her to the world. Her face was sharklike, maw split in a mirthful, razored grin, just wide enough to expose her black tongue, a lengthy, braided cable of tightly-wound coils, the bulbous ends each fused into the spearlike tip. The smile reached her eyes, black sclera under electric-blue irises, smoldering in the darkness. Her full cheeks radiated backward into a collection of fins and frills not unlike a dragon's, the membranes the same electric blue in color. Behind them sprouted a robust collection of powerful-looking tendrils, the flesh more pale than the rest of her, and given to pulsations and shifts in color, not unlike an octopus. They cascaded over her broad, bulging shoulders, the plump tips either lounging lazily upon the titanic, shelf-like swell of her bosom or losing themselves in the forest of feathery wings arching outward from her back, the many overlapping branches giving the impression of a radiant fractal set, each its own shade of blue or black. It was from under the sheltering cloak of this weave of wings her burly arms reach out, all of them open, palms out and fingers loose, as if expecting a huge hug. An abundance of soft-looking feathers gathered in the crevices below each, forming big, fluffy tufts, touseled by a nonexistent solar wind. She didn't need to breathe. Why would such a divinity require breath? And yet her chest heaved and pitched, almost for your sole benefit, her eyes twinkling. That chest, enormous even for her, rose high and spread and fell again, buoyed up by the intimidating walls of muscle beneath, the soft flesh rolling and undulating. The broad, inverted peaks, swollen and engorged to blackness, they gyrated enticingly, the very tips like slits, spread so wide as to make the areolae seem like pursed lips. A fat tongue slid from within the left breast, wetting the upper reach of that thick mound before retracting again, confirming your suspicions. It puckered, opened slightly, showed teeth. The same sort of sharkteeth that made up her broadening grin. She was watching you watch her... a second pair bounced beneath the first, looking much the same, if slightly smaller. The lush, kissable mouths burbled with creamy drool, clearly overstuffed and needy. The gushing nectar flowed into oblivion, coating the sky in a dim haze. Her breath stopped as your gaze traveled lower, over the unyielding fortress walls of her abdomen, creased and divided into so many bulging cobbles of muscle. The space around her tugged in and pushed out, taking up the breath her chest abandoned, her body seeming to grow closer and further away. Indeed, her head rose high out of the field of view, curving over you like she was painted on the inside of a vast sphere, the sky framing her ironclad belly. More of the copious feathery down began below her navel, flowering into a mane that only grew thicker as it reached down, where bulged her hips and her divine rump. To call either 'wide' or 'big' was to say the same of the universe; they were -vast-, spanning a greater distance than even her herculean shoulders, the great spheres of her buttocks, buttressed as they were by her preposterous strength, still wobbling behind her. The sky could not hold her thighs for long. Soon they had spread out of view, and all that remained, all that -filled- the view from horizon to horizon was her mighty manhood, a fleshy sheath that squirmed and pulsed of its own volition, the flaccid bulk tugged to and fro by a colossal set of nuts that visibly beat like hearts. The thick walls of the prepuce rolled open around a trio of smaller, foreskin-cloaked shafts, the fat flares of the heads terribly visible beneath. As you watch, more of them cascade outward, an innumerable abundance of thick, skin-shrouded phalluses creeping over all space like a terrible hydra. The meaty lengths arched and squirmed, and tongues not unlike hers glossed the plump lips, as if awaiting a meal. The analogy was apt. It was here that the matted snarl of feathers took on further detail, the spines twisting and undulating, belying their true nature: tentacles. Her "hair", her "feathers" twisted and groped at the air, a fine mat of tendrils that stretched longer where it pleased, entangling whole worlds and subjecting them to her accretions. It was plain by now that the cosmos was arranging itself about her; the angle of her thighs had shifted, and the sky had altogether brightened, stars clustering about her, studding a spherical arch around her form that closed ever inward. Two of her great paws hefted that enormous sac, displaying for you and seemingly you alone the outpouring of black flesh that comprised her feminine mound, swathed in her untamed mane of writhing 'feathers' and erupting into plump peaks that dangled low, impossibly swollen and bloated with need, drool dribbling always. A spherically-swollen clit forced those lips apart at their apex, smushed between the narrow archway of her rippling thighs, quivering... The tailhole above was a swollen crater, vast enough her buttocks never fully concealed it, forcing them slightly apart. The thick base of her tail flexed and swayed above, the center of a writhing nest of more tendrils, each more tail-like than the others on her body; they were the same tapered, serpentine, fin-studded appendange as her mighty root, merely smaller. The sky was a milky haze of white, vivid splotches of color boiling into view all around her, resembling the Earth itself. As the sphere closed in, as her form distorted and stretched, these splotches melted together, into one another, into -this- world, kaleidoscoping together and apart as realities sundered and coalesced. Her body flowed and writhed, bulging with further strength, each bit of her seeming to split open and expand in all directions if it ever escaps view. New body parts of hers were constantly sweeping into view. Legs, arms, tails, cocks, and of course tentacles. Her chest was a writhing wall of breasts by now, licking themselves lewdly, even making out, each swelling and popping and twisting into more drooling maws, an orgy of flesh that boiled like the surface of a sun. Her cocks branched from one another in a hurried explosion of plant-like expansion, fat tips chewing and swallowing all in their path. And as her form lost all cohesion, the eyes and the mouths spread throughout its dense, fibrous fabric, bleeding into one another, stretching to regard you upon pseudopods as pointless complexes of organs gathered together in clots before dissolving just as quickly. The earths crash together as the sphere contracts one last time, blackness filling everything... Free of the constraints of your own skull, your mind sees one final, unrestrained vision of her body just before she ends you. The flickering mote that was all existence buries itself inside her belly. The twisting, spiraling, multidimensional welter that was her body only resembled itself as you zoom out, each order of magnitude the same. You never reach the end before you fade out entirely, your mind sipped away. No matter how many tiers to her existence you observe, there are always more. ---- A LITTLE ABOUT ZEPHY Zephy is a fluid, abstract thing, and as such she's always warping and mutating and changing. There is no end to her, so here I will try to give several descriptions of various shapes she rather enjoys. Perhaps one will become her "signature". COMMON TO MANY ZEPHY SHAPES -Firstly, though this aims to establish commonality between a lot of the ways I see Zephy, it's definitely not -the- rule. You'll find there's so many things I associate with her that made this so difficult to write that my description of her is likely to be dense, confusing, over-designed, and too visually-noisy. THIS IS OKAY. While I long for a "complete" version of her that crowds a tapestry like an ancient god, a tempestuous, confusing cacophony of body parts that make no sense, if you must pare down to draw something legible to the eye, feel free. Later down the road I'm sure she'll have all sorts of ways of appearing, however people like to interpret her. After all, she routinely breaks reality by happenstance of her movement and existence. Yes, in many ways she's a personal Mary Sue, but thankfully I credit myself with being able to respect most peoples' sensibilities so long as they do mine. Escalating wars to see who's strongest only work in a narrow frame where they're mutually fun. So I tend to avoid that unless I know a person. ANYHOW, I'm rambling. Here's some shit about Zephy: WIERDNESS: On the spectrum from indestructible utlimate phlebotinum to sloshing, pouring liquid to wispy gaseous cloud to animate fields of utter nothingness, zephy ranges all over the place. Often various parts of her are in different states, either depending on her needs or just because, whichever is cooler. I lean towards her body looking very... fibrous, because ultra-buff. But it always seems like it's changing, reforming. Mouths and eyes. Various matter states. Here are a few inspiring pictures cribbed from various media that help you get into the ballpark: http://imgur.com/a/eQHTY#0 Chaos Mage - This one really evokes the "always changing" feeling, as well as the feeling of the shape being a veneer for the madness that lurks within. Both qualities intrinsic and vital to Zephy's nature. Tsochar - This one strongly depicts the sort of twined-cable fibrousness I was talking about, as well as the way some of her orifices (and there are ALWAYS more than the usual) can look like. The sickle-hooked tentacles unraveling away from the central tangle are also relevant. Queen Leech 1, 2 - These two show off more of that sort of fused-cable look with maws spreading out of convenient crevices, but in a more complete, humanoid or feral shape. Parts of her melting into gas, sloshing like a shoggoth, fading into animate shadow, or ravaging the world around her like a living singularity are all highly-encouraged interests. INTERESTS: Zephy is an accretion of a diverse range of perversions. All of them are heavily cosmic horror/alien/mutation/bizarre flavored. It's actually easier to list the things I'm NOT interested in. Basically, if it exists, assume Zephy's extremely into it and does it all the time in new and sick ways. If it DOESN'T exist, assume the same. She -is- impossible, after all. A scant few, in no particular order: -The superlatively-upper ranges of ALL forms of growth/hyper/muscle/.../any size-related stuff. -Transformation and fleshcrafting, extra limbs, rearrangement of existing, etc., the more bizarre and oddly-sexual the better. -Vore. Every vore. All the vore. All the way through. -Hyper-excretion and inflation. All kinds. Yes, even the nastier ones. -Worship/domination and many related subfetishes like musk and size-transfer and such -Pregnancy. To crazy degrees. Extreme fertility, extreme virility, extreme numbers and gestation rate. Shub-Niggurath is jealous. Speaking of extreme... -Extremism; by that I mean ANY fetish taken to 11 in terms of scope, scale, or zeal of pursuit. This barely scratches the surface, but you can always talk to me about ideas for things to show her doing. The relevant ones for this document are those regarding depicting her shape. ZEPHY TYPE I This is the one that featured in that vignette at the start of this thing. She's an over-designed hybridization of sharks, avians, various reptiles/dragons, and cosmic horror features. GENERAL BODY: Roughly humanoid, but resembling a shark's hide in appearance when the fibers aren't immediately obvious. Bipedal, but with six arms, ending in oddly human-like hands and feet. Extremely (we're talkin' extreme for the appropriate GODS here) muscular, and always looking to increase both that and her stature, which is hard to measure when she takes universes being dust particles to her as an indication she ought to start growing faster than usual. She manages to somehow be absurdly curvy and voluptuous while being so very, very built. Hopefully that's doable. As well, she's hyper-sized in most of the common ways anyone can be. breasts/nipples, hips/ass, genitals (all sorts), tailhole. She has a TON of 'body hair', which is actually a combination of feathers and tentacles, adorning places you'd find pubic and axial hair on more normal people, but typically in far more abundance. It reaches as far as up her belly from below and spreading out in great tufts from her armpits, but nowhere else. By the way, "tentacles and mouths" is always shorthand for "appendages that can be cocks" and "openings that can be vaginas and assholes", both with eyes and teeth in weird places. Sometimes the tentacles/mouths are new heads or hands entirely, partially- or fully-realized. Occasionally she'll walk around with extra legs arranged like a spider's (think Zerg Broodmother) and several extra entire upper bodies, their lower abdominals fusing together. But that might be hard to visualize. BACK/WINGS: Her wings are more a mass of untwined tendrils with smaller tendrils and even smaller tendrils, several tiers down, that resemble birdlike wings in form if not arrangement. Still, they articulate well and move much as wings would, though typically she arranges them in a spread of six, much like a twisted seraphim. HEAD: A sleek sort of sharky, dragony muzzle. Her lower jaw is a set of mandibles that usually stay joined together, but can separate and spread out, zerg-style, giving you more view of the inside. She has a big tongue made of similar braided cables to the rest of her, but she likes to "wear" it as two smaller tongues, side-by-side. Regardless, the ends are slightly untwined, and the tips of each strand part at the ends into lamprey-like maws, sometimes with cute little eyes, giving the impression of snakes. Her throat is either a mesh of fused mouths (like the second pic above) or a nested set of ring-like maws. In either case they can extrude from her opened jaws and seek people out. She tends to drool glowing black ichor a lot when she gets excited. it does strange things to people. She has a mane of "fins" (really more of those cables strategically unraveled with membranes between them) that spread from her cheeks and where her ears would be. She has two dominant eyes with usually phazon-blue irises, in whatever shape suits her fancy (she has a thing for spirals, but plain circles work), but she's never without at least a few extra eyes in places around the dominant ones. Typically they wear similar expressions, but sometimes they're the blank, staring kind. Behind the 'fins' is a flowing set of locks, equal parts cephalopod and centipede, that part at the shoulder and fall down her back and chest. They pulse faintly and tend to ripple with color, but also sport cute little insectoid features, like segmentation, legs and maxillae. They widen at the ends into little bulbs with, again, mouths, giving rise to a snakey, medusa-like appearance. She sometimes splits her upper jaw and head apart as well to completely free her throat-strands and tongue-strands as they distend abnormally in size, typically twisting into a new pair or multitude of extra heads from beneath. Or just scaring people with a giant leech proboscis/ovipositor. Whichever she needs at the moment. TAIL: The tail is ever-present, and while it resembles the rest of her fibrous appearance, is typically extra-thick, quite long, and adorned with fins and uncoiled sickle-hooked tendrils at the base. The tip is a tightly-wound spike fused together from the ends of the cables making her up. As always, mouths and eyes tend to peek out from some places. GENITALS: Hoo boy. Firstly, to get it out of the way, everything is hyper. And not just kinda-hyper. Sometimes these make the rest of her seem only a universe-sized speck by comparison. But for my first art, perhaps not that much. Everything between her legs and below her tail is bristling with the aforementioned 'body hair' of tendrils and feathers. I greatly encourage extra genitals in interesting places and arrangements, with interesting shapes. MANPARTS: Her dick is, as expected, alien in appearance. It's a winding spike of flesh, the fin-ridged cables comprising it a deep purple in color. When flaccid, it's covered in an overabundant, membranous prepuce; a very thick, tough sheath that tends to collect her fluids and leak no matter the occasion. It houses, in actuality, a multitude of cocks and other tentacles, but for now we'll only discuss them as a singular piece. When engorged, the member grows so profusely it becomes too large for its foreskin and overstuffs it with pulsing, oozing flesh before it finally stretches enough at the tip that the burgeoning pillar inside can spear its way out, rolling the sheath into a tight band behind the swelling ring of knots at the base. The tip plumps dramatically into a shape not unlike the tip of her tail, giving her cock an impressive, flaring, heavy-looking helmet. Sometimes the enormous piss-slit rolls out into another possibly-toothy vagina-maw, because it makes docking more fun. Her sac is, as expected, mountainous, touching the floor until she gets taller so she can haul it away (before it grows enough to touch the ground again), and packed tight and straining with bloated testes, -usually- two or four, but sometimes many more, all churning and pumping out fluids that leak and spurt perpetually from her. WOMANPARTS: Her vagina is much like her throat in that it ranges from relatively-normal-looking to an alien mess of mouths and tendrils. It's ALWAYS huge and chasm-like, buttressed at the sides by a great dome of a mound that rises into full, luscious lips, sometimes multiple, nested sets that sink inwards into a vast curtain of folds that droop quite far between her overthickened thighs. Her clit is either an enormous boulder that can grow to obstruct the entrance to her womb entirely, or a multitude of sensitive nubs that bunch together like grapes. In either case, sometimes they blink. Obviously, sometimes there's jaws involved, either in the most conventional sense or more like her other body parts. She always has at least one tongue down there. Her womb is cavernous, much like her belly, and yearns to be filled. When it is, much like her belly, it can distend into bountiful motherly chubbiness, the pregnancy warping the rest of her in ways you'd expect and perhaps some you don't. BREASTSPARTS: Her usually four-breasted chest is as mountainous as her balls and her ass, and it sloshes and wobbles merrily. The domes of her areolae are unusually enormously-proportioned, and roll inwards, forming a pair of lips that cap each peak. Sometimes they part to reveal teeth and tongue, sometimes they extrude into monstrous columns, teats big enough to double as cocks (of course they do). They always drool, always overflowing from her runaway production. ASSPARTS: Her tailhole is a bloated crater. All the previous points about her orifices apply, though this one is particularly likely to feature the nested-ringed-mouth look. While her asscheeks are incredibly voluptuous and flaring, they cannot contain the bulk of her engorged rim, and her tail is barely thick enough to conceal it when laid flat. VARIATIONS: While she is typically rubbery and smooth and hidebound, sometimes she likes to "put on some skin" and develop chitin and horns and fins in a more aesthetic arrangement. Think Zerg units, particularly Broodmothers, and you're there. EXTRA STRUCTURES: Her body is a playground of parts she loves to restructure on a whim or allow to billow out of control. The first pic illustrates kind of what I mean; sometimes the maddening sea of parts disgorges from her crevices and her body unravels into a writhing nest in places. Sometimes bits of her dissolve into free-flowing liquid or gas. Sometimes bits of her paint themselves onto a wall as a shadow. I highly encourage some of this happening somewhere. COLORS: She has an affinity for blue, black, and purple, though her mutation and extra bits can be a welter of all sorts of colors. Her body is usually "default" a blue-black-gray, similar to Pic 2. CLOTHES: Believe it or not, sometimes she wears clothes! I usually picture her either garbed in body jewelry (affecting the ancient god-queen look) and nothing else, or in a more contemporary outfit, usually something that's some flavor of gothy. She has a thing for that. -sometimes- she even dresses casual, or in gym-rat attire, depending on setting. Another popular look for her is business-suit and/or greatcoat.