The Hyperplane Pt. 09

Douglas Brian Spink was trapped in a stockade in the dungeon of his tower, completely naked as he began contemplating his afterlife. Hell had not been kind to him. The marks of pain and anguish covered his entire body to the point where he wished he could stop existing all together. But that mercy was not meant for him.

He would never admit it, but had been far too cruel in life to be worthy of mercy. He had been a terrible husband, a criminal delinquent, and an out of control substance abuser. But his worst offense of all was the things he had done to the animals he owned, the fact that he sexually violated them.

Zoophilia is the term he gave to his proclivities, but really it was animal rape. He constructed an entire pseudo-intellectual philosophy to justify his actions both to himself and others, but of course, none of it was true. If any of his animals could speak, he wouldn't take no for an answer. In the Hyperplane they could speak and their objections meant nothing to him. Sexual pleasure was one of the only ways to escape from his eternal torment and he took full advantage of it. Most of the inhabitants of the fortress had been raped by him atleast once. The intense thrill was just enough to cancel out the constant pain he'd been cursed with.

Speaking of torment, his attention turned to his thoroughly bruised and battered asshole. He had died from a rare form of rectal cancer, and after having been through hell and the Hyperplane, he could scarcely remember a time when it wasn't causing him intense pain.

After what felt like hours of waiting, Lily the succubus finally showed up. Nude and voluptuous as she always was. She walked forward and knelt down in front of him.

"Good news dog fucker." She said as she walked up to him and gently brushed his face. "We finally got a druid."

"You're sure he can heal me?" Doug replied, desperate for any form of release.

"It's a certainty. It may take some time and of course we'll have to wait for the buttfor."

"What's a butt for?" Doug asked, he regretted it as soon as he said the words. Lily smiled her awful wicked smile as her clit grew into an enormous phallus. It quickly became erect and glowed with an intense red heat as it erected.

"You know exactly what your butts for." she replied as she began to stand and stroke her penis. She smiled lewdly as she struggled to grasp the whole thing in her comparatively tiny hand.

She walked behind him and aligned the glans of her penis with his anus. Plunging the whole thing in and listening to his horrified screams. All of the pain he felt became pleasure for her. That's cosmic catharsis for you. Doug had to tolerate it all in order to escape from the punishment he rightfully deserved in hell.

After thrusting for about ten minutes, Lilly's lava-like semen came spilling out of her and leaking out of his asshole and onto the floor. Doug was promptly let out of the stocks and collapsed on the floor of the dungeon.

He was visibly shaking as he struggled to get up and put his clothes on and rushed as quickly as he could to the peak of the fortress. He had been waiting for this moment for most of his afterlife. He could finally have a chance for relief, but his hopes were dashed as soon as he reached his private chambers. His horse lieutenant, Lord Capone, simply stood there in disbelief. All of the failsafes had been engaged, but there was no one there. Doug looked through his desk drawer and discovered to his horror that his dagger was missing.

"I can't explain what happened." Capone said with clear anxiety in his voice. He knew very well what could happen if he upset his master.

"Well... if he's not here, and he's not dead." Doug replied as he looked around. "Then where the hell is he?"

Havana Cuba, 1898

Chris took cover around a corner of a building as Spanish troops attempted to fire upon him and his group. He remembered this, vaguely.

The Spanish American War. Cuba had been fighting for independence for years and The United States sent troops in to help. Chris was only fifteen at this time, a boy soldier, and nothing more than a grunt. Back when this happened, he had been absolutely terrified, he had no idea what he was getting into, only that he wanted to fight for his country, how naive. Now he knew better, now he could take them on with courage.

Chris grabbed his Springfield rifle, took a deep breath, and shot at the head of the nearest soldier, killing him instantly. Feeling confidence rising within him, he took another shot and sniped another soldier, then another, and another, then three more. It was obvious that while he had the body of a fifteen year old boy, he had the mind and experience of a veteran.

Chris eagerly signaled the rest of his squad to advance, they looked surprised at him but couldn't deny his skill. Filled with the confidence of an entire army, Chris pulled out his Colt M1892 and began shooting at a couple more of the soldiers.

Unfortunately, his hubris had gotten out of hand. He stood up and fully exposed his position to the enemy, before he could even process what was happening, he found to his horror that he had been shot in the head. As he fell down... down... down... the scenery of the battlefield completely disappeared and was replaced by an endless void filled with stars.

Chris found himself lying on something. A floor made of a substance he couldn't identify. He was completely naked again and had returned to his adult body judging by his beard and hair. He carefully stood up and looked around at the incredible scenery.

"Hello Lieutenant Clark." Chris turned around to see Gaia. She took the form of a starry night sky with a slight green hue to her form, and stood far taller than him. He didn't have a good sense of scale here, but if he was his normal height of six foot one, she had to be at least ten feet tall. Chris found himself hyperventilating as the shock of everything that had happened came rushing into him all at once. "Shhhh." She said calmly as she approached him. She held him close to her stomach and gently stroked his head as she continued. "You're suffering from post traumatic stress. You need to breathe, and you need to be calm. You're safe now."

"What happened?" Chris managed to pant out. "I thought nothing could harm me."

"I said harm wouldn't come to you as long as you had my blessing. Until now you've been taking that for granted." Chris' heartbeat slowed as he felt the comfortable embrace of the goddess bringing him back to a place of tranquility. "Think about what you saw in the vision."

"I was in Cuba." He began. "I was inexperienced, I got cocky, thought I could take on everyone in my path, then I died, again."

"So you understand then."

"Not even close. How did I lose your blessing? What did I do? Why didn't you warn me."

Gaia decoupled from him and let out a deep sigh

"It's difficult to explain with words alone. Look out into the sky." As Chris turned his gaze skyward, the goddess used her magic to arrange the shape of the stars in a swirling pattern until they became unrecognizable. Then, before long, the stars were gone completely and were replaced by a grid of planets. Thousands of them arranged before him in a way that allowed him to visualize all of them all at once. He recognized earth, directly in front of him. The others were similar but different, featuring different landmasses and unusual colors. He looked upwards and saw a brilliant light above illuminating everything, he looked downwards and saw inky blackness obscuring the view of the planets below.

"This is the universe." The goddess began explaining. "Represented in a way that shows the nature of the metaphysical. The light shines from above onto all of creation. But some places are more illuminated than others. And there are some places where the light cannot reach at all. Everything that can be seen has been blessed, and that which isn't remains eternally cursed."

Chris stood and desperately tried to pretend he understood what she was talking about. All of the language seemed vague and metaphorical. He was also admittedly distracted by Gaia's form. The form of a massive woman, naked, curvy, statuesque in her form yet soft and approachable at the same time. He just barely noticed himself hardening and tried his best to ignore the sensation.

"That which lives in darkness cannot rely on the light, so it must subsist on something else. Many forms of life feed on death." She finished and Chris began to think about his experience.

"Mushrooms." He said out loud. "They grow wherever there's decay. So the tower is a mushroom?"

"In a manner of speaking. This particular mushroom isn't idle however, it actively attracts things to kill and feed on. Because your power is linked to mine, and my power is linked to the essence of life, your power dissipates wherever life dissipates."

"So the place where I'm most needed is also the place where I'm most vulnerable."

"Call it Cosmic balance." Gaia replied. "Fortunately you don't have to do this alone. You've done well so far, you're fair, compassionate, and very brave. These are qualities that make people follow you. Far more so than any boon they can get from your divine power." Her great insight into the nature of living things drew attention to the mushroom that had been growing from Chris' pelvis. She levitated him upwards to where his face was on the level as hers and looked him directly in the eyes as her hand gently stroked the shaft. She grinned broadly as she stared at him. "Is this for me? Don't be ashamed. It's only natural, and I am a goddess after all." She brushed the back of her hand across his face as she continued speaking. "Do you feel bold, Lieutenant Clark?"

"Not that bold," he replied, knowing what she was asking. "Not yet."

"Not yet!" She replied giggling slightly. "Perhaps that will be something I can look forward to." She casually flipped Chris' stand form upside down. "Return to your village, your people need you." With that she pushed him head first into the domain he came from.

Chris found himself in an unusual living room. It had the appearance of the inside of a giant tree. Giant leaves decorated the walls. Giant pieces of bark covered the floor. Furniture and accessories appeared to be made from giant seeds and branches.

A large open hole which he assumed served as the 'door' was present on the far wall. As he walked up and peered outside, the truth became obvious. The tree wasn't giant, he was just very tiny.

Chris sprouted a pair of moth-like wings and attempted to fly off but found that his feet were stuck to the floor. He could move all he wanted within the tree but not outside of it. He walked back deeper into the tree home and began to hear the rhythmic sound of female moaning. Music to his ears. He followed the sound until he eventually came across a bedroom containing the moth woman he met before only this time her scale was proportional to his own. She was with a beautiful butterfly woman he hadn't met kissing her fuzzy chest. He noticed for the first time she had two pairs of breasts, a large plump pair sat on top of a smaller and leaner one. The butterfly kissing her also had two Her pupilless dark eyes turned slightly to meet his own.

"Hey there big boy" she said in her soft feminine voice. "It's been a while." She stopped what she was doing and gave him her full attention. "Call me Wendy by the way. This is Francesca."

"So you're the druid." Francesca had bright purple and green patterns across her entire body which contrasted with Wendy's white appearance. Both however were very lovely.

"Yeah I'm your druid alright. I'd like to get back home if you don't mind."

"We can help you," Wendy started with a broad smile on her face. "But I think you know what we want in return." Chris brought his hand up to lightly brush her face, her antenna poked at his head playfully. Two of her four arms wrapped around his waist and the other two grabbed his shoulders, pulling him as close as she could.

"Who am I to deny you." He replied, his erection stiffening fast against her fuzzy belly. A sensation far better than the trauma he had just been through. He kissed her as he rubbed her head with one hand and cradled her across the back with his other. Francesca grabbed him from behind and tried kissing him and nibbling his ears.

The three of them fell back into the bed and aggressively continued their lovemaking. The sensations of eight hands and eight breasts pressed up against him made Chris feel heavenly, and he tried his best to give both of them the attention they desired in return. But of course they all knew what the real prize was.

As Chris kissed Wendy and gently groped her breasts, Francesca moved downwards and wrapped her proboscis-like tongue around his swollen penis, giving it a gentle massaging and playing at his urethra with the tip of it. Chris began grunting as he tried in vain to hold back his orgasm. He knew he could shoot a bigger load if he held off and he wanted it to be worth their while.

Wendy became aggressive. She laid on top of Chris, back to stomach, and wrapped her thighs around Francesca's head. Her swollen clit rubbed against his throbbing cock as she thrusted up and down. Chris tried holding her in place by her tits, eventually growing a second pair of arms to try and hold her pelvis down but she still bucked wildly and he found himself distracted by her soft moans and soft skin.

Not to be outdone, Francesca moved upwards and began rubbing her mound against his cock. Two pussies began fighting for the same dick, coating it in juice as twelve arms began struggling against each other for dominance.

Finally, Chris could hold back no more, with three more agonizing grunts, he unleashed a load of catastrophic proportions. The entire bedroom became coated in viscous white slime which left him surprised.

"This is more than normal." He said as he tried to wipe it away from his face.

"Seems normal to me." Wendy said as she kept putting glob after glob of it in her mouth. Perhaps this was because of the proportions. He was smaller but still released the same amount of semen. He briefly wondered if this was something he could adjust through his shapeshifting. Maybe he could release far more at once. Possibly release an entire gallon of sperm in one sitting.

After the insect women had their fill, and began storing it away inside of custom made jars for safekeeping, they both snuggled up to Chris, who was still laying in bed, recovering from his orgasm.

"Alright, so tell me," he began. "Why am I stuck in this tree?" Both of the women began giggling at the question before Wendy finally answered.

"You aren't stuck in the tree. You are the tree." She explained.

"What?"

"When I left you in that tower I felt terrible guilt. Knowing I was leaving you behind."

"You couldn't have helped me if you tried." Chris comforted her by rubbing the space between her antenna. "I'm not your responsibility."

"Well, in my guilt and shame I had begun to notice that a great tree was growing around me. Its sap oozed the essence of life. I felt comfortable here. Knowing deep down that no harm would come to me while I was here. Then I noticed the shapeshifting."

"Shapeshifting?"

"Yes. That is your gift after all. Your image and pieces of your body kept popping in and out of the wood." She blushed slightly. "Your presence is more than a little exciting."

Chris leaned back and concentrated. He could indeed feel parts of himself throughout the entire structure of the tree. As he was waking up from his near fatal experience he was gaining feeling throughout his entire body. It was at this point that a thought occurred to him.

"Did you wake me up, through me penis?" He asked with a hint of awkwardness. Wendy smiled at the question.

"That is the part I wanted most." She admitted. Chris realized that the soft touches of the women felt increasingly pleasurable and sensitive. He felt his whole body, the tree around him, and his penis, and realized that the three were all the same.

"Now that you have regained consciousness, you can change yourself back into a proper man." Wendy said as she snuggled into him further. "I assume you don't want to be stuck here forever."

"But I'll destroy your home."

"You can give us a new one." Chris thought of the port and realized they would have plenty of room there.

"You might want to leave." He said as he began focusing his energy throughout the tree. He bundled the branches at the top of the tree together and spread out the branches in the middle. Bark turned to skin and hardwood turned to organs as he began shrinking and coalescing into a human form.

As he dug his feet out of the ground he noticed that the dagger he used to stab himself was still sticking out of his chest. He removed it and noticed that there was no blood, nor pain. He shaped a fleshy sheath onto his arm for the weapon as he looked towards the sky. It was time to go home.