Venomous Desire(Porne)

[Sallin_Kari]

Name: Suku Shadowtail

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Sex: Herm
Race: Venom/Space Dragon (modified)
Picture: Human Appearance: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=3403527 (Hair: Lustrous black, long and straight. Eyes: deep crimson red irises, slightly vertical and golden tinted pupils. Skin: tanned) Scale/Bio-armor References: https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=3136758 https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post& ... id=3844067 (see Bio-Armor below. Tail sometimes, wings incapable of flight and hidden)

History: Suku was abandoned soon after her birth, due to the exceptionally rare 'weak' elements she was born with. Venom dragons, often referred to as 'alchemy' dragons, can synthesis almost any compound within their bodies once they learn how, and space dragons can create spatial distortions, often derisively referred to as 'storage space dragons' for their natural ability to create pocket dimensions. This combination gave her little in the way of early attack or defensive magic, and neither has good mana processing ability, she had little chance of survival until the Shadowtail clan, a clan of researchers and item producers, adopted her hoping for an assistant with a low cost to train.

The Shadowtail clan's primary concern of late has been the decreasing bio-diversity among dragons of all clans, causing severe fertility issues, dangerous and destructive mutations, or simply an inability to properly process mana. Deciding the best long term solution was the securing of new bloodlines, extensive experimentation was done to figure out ways to bypass the spatial barrier protecting the Hidden City of Dragons from any souls of non-dragons. It was eventually determined that simply ensuring that all 'new blood' was half dragon was the most viable solution. A young researcher at the time, Suku volunteered to undergo alchemical and magical modifications to allow her to both be sent outside of the Hidden City, and to ensure that she was able to create the new blood and send it back where it can be used to aid the clan and hopefully the city itself. Unfortunately, the barrier was a bit more resistant than expected, and Suku suffered severe damage on attempting to 'land' without a magical guidance system, scattering many of the alchemical, runic magic materials and books she brought with her even though they were within her Portable Space.

Abilities/Skills:
Portable Space: Suku has a personal 'home' in a pocket dimension attached to her person, significantly greater than a simple 'storage bag'. She can enter or exit at will, transport objects in or out, and has several 'organs' stored here through her natural transformation magic, making her exceptionally difficult to kill. Despite this, many of the magical devices within were dependent on the environment of the Hidden City, and will fail, sometimes violently, if transferred out of this dimension. The only things she knows she can take out are things she brings in from her new world.

Bio-armor: Like all dragons, Suku can grow and deploy hardened scales along her skin to protect her. Unfortunately, her lack of raw magical power meant that they could never be fully powered to the extent of even the average dragon, depending almost entirely on their natural toughness and magical resistance than the mana she can willfully inject into them. While present across the entire body, they only are exposed outside of the skin along her arms, legs, and outer torso/back, and even then can be hidden if necessary.

Bio-synthesizer: As with all venom dragons, Suku can eat and process almost any biological matter, often creating a mix of poisons, antidotes, or other alchemical concoctions as needed. While slow and arduous, once created, a toxin or other compound gland can be fully automated to produce whatever it needs to from raw materials. Most of her existing glands were destroyed at arrival, and she has been regrowing them as she can within her Portable Space, which also allows her to excrete them anywhere she desires as they do not require fangs or other dedicated applicators. This ability grants a natural affinity for alchemical magics.

Alchemized Physique: A natural extension of the Bio-synthesize ability, Suku's body has been heavily reinforced, strengthened and improved by her natural ability, creating a body far above that of a mere mortal. Unfortunately, her comparatively hobbled ability to process mana meant that she has always been rapidly outpaced in her home City.

Rune Magic (basic): Still young, Suku has learned some of the basic rune magic necessary for more complex spells than what is required for magic that operates purely on mana rather than relying on the intrinsic magic of alchemical ingredients. The most common process of integrating spells is to slowly alter nerves and mana pathways within the body to allow for the formation of runes during use. While far from the only way to use magic, the advantage when combined with dragons natural shapeshifting abilities results in the capacity to 'form and forget' magic spells that can be triggered purely by mana injection.

Combat Skill Level: Instinctual with only the most rudimentary knowledge of vital organs. Forced into melee combat, Suku will depend almost entirely on either her rune magic, or her superior physical abilities to defend herself.
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Rune Spells Integrated:
Right Arm: Fire Bolt (Blank), Magic Bolt (Blank), Frost Bolt (Blank), Lightning Bolt (Blank).
Left Arm: Fire Bolt (Blank), Magic Bolt (Blank), Directional Shield (Blank).
Torso: Healing Surge (Blank), Defensive Shield (Conforming or 'Bubble'), Transit Rune Imprint (Womb/Cock, Causes children to be teleportable to home city within 1 week of birth.)
Head: Enhanced Senses (Blank), Air Generator (Blank), Weather Resistance (Blank), Omni-Shield (Auto-trigger).
Legs: Partially Completed Air Step (Currently unusable)
Full Body: Spatial Rift (Intrinsically, due to Space dragon nature)

Alchemical Glands: Neurotoxin Venom, Paralytic Venom, Breeding Venom (induces rut/heat/ovulation), Bio-accelerant (highly viscous white fluid, rapidly accelerates metabolic process to facilitate healing, and other things :3).

Portable Space Rooms: Organ/Gland Chamber, Rudimentary Bedroom, Rudimentary Scrivener (Rune Enchantment) Shop, Rudimentary Material Processing Space, Storage Space, 1x Servant Golem, 1x 'Advancement Potion' capable of aging and imparting wisdom to a single individual up to the late teenage years.

"Stop moving" A red dragon hisses, pulling your back in the uncomfortable position you sought to escape, returning to inscribing rune through into and through your scales. You turn to respond, but your head is roughly twisted to face forward as a low growl emanates from above you, the elder dragon having far less tolerance for your movements then the red dragon. Still being practically held down by half a dozen dragons is starting to cause your body to ache. With that said, they were doing you a massive favor, giving a multitude of tools to keep you safe during your mission so you have little choice but grin and bare it. Still eventually the torture ends, and you are released.

Ushered into a waiting hall, your see the clan leader waiting for you, with his permanent scowl of full display. He's probably not happy about the latest information. You didn't catch exactly what is going on but apparently something happened that is forcing to leave immediately rather then whenever you were ready. "Do you remember the mission?" His stern voice interrupts your thoughts.

[porne]

As I drift in and out of consciousness, it takes me a bit to realize that they've finished as they begin to wheel me around before kicking me onto my feet. A twinge draws my attention to my stomach region, the intense magical alterations barely something I can process, only a few little points where it touches my core meridian and allows me to trigger a few limited effects are what I understand. I totter forward a bit, but feel my natural abilities reassert themselves, my mind naturally running inventory over myself, as well as the... changes in my personal dimensional space with the various altered organs. I'll have to investigate that. I... I thought I'd have time to explore my new body. The incomplete nature of my rune spells, their lack of additional features and the rush can only mean one thing. Something disrupted the link, and we've got to move now."

As the clan leader interrupts me, I focus on him. "Yes sir. I know the mission. Get me the equipment, I'll take it, and we'll launch." I try to sound confident, like I'm barely interested in this as I'm too focused on completing the mission itself. I'm scared. But... the mission is necessary. They'll give me everything they can, and I'll grip it as tightly as possible when I go through the transit system, and I'll hopefully be in good condition.

[Sallin_Kari]

"It's not that simple. Something directly interfered with the leyline. That implies a level of competency, which means potential danger," He lectures you, "We do had abandoned some caches of supplies out there. They should be able to help finish your runes as well as have useful items. In addition here." He produces a potion, and you feel the magic pulse from it. An advancement potion. One of the most expensive and rare potions in the city. "This will also cancel the transit rune, so you can have one trustworthy ally out there."

[porne]

I nod, taking the potion and slipping it into my space. I wince, feeling the intense disorientation of my portable space, the intense activities and teleportation spell runes encoded into my body have seriously disturbed my space, I'll have to rebuild much of it. "I will do my best, Clan Leader." I tell him, showing much more confidence than I actually feel. I actually get a chance to survey my body at this point, feeling the alterations, the build up of muscle and hardened scales, much more so that my mere twenty years should indicate. The main concern... is my wing meridians, which seem to have been the primary entrance point for alterations to my spatial magic, they're shredded messes of what they were, it'll take decades to heal them, and with the meridians so badly damaged, I'll be stuck without the ability to send magic to them, rendering my wings stunted and useless.

Still, I can feel some basic runes already completed in my body, the advanced ones in my head and torso primarily focused on defense and other survival utilities. Several attack spells in my arms have been completed, but my right has more, and my left has a shielding spell. The spells in my legs are mostly complete, but will likely require more hours of work to become functional. Brief exploration also reveals a new... organ set attached to my extra spatial body in my portable space, likely the... testicles that have been added. I'll have to work on making sure everything works later, once I've arrived. I return my attention to the outside world once more, having let my mind drift a bit.

[Sallin_Kari]

"The humanoid races are weak, however there are creatures out there that can threaten us, especially one so inexperienced as you. You will have to be wary," He warns you patting you on the shoulder, "Come now, we run short on time. Unless you have anything more we should get your out sooner rather than later." He leads you into a ritual chamber, the center dominated by a ring of large spires, dotted with dragon horns, encircling a magic circle far beyond your understanding. An ancient dragon is touching and poking each of the spires in turn before finally addressing the clan leader, "Scion, I have manged to keep the path clear for now. However, I suspect it won't survive the use. We will have to rebuild it to recover her. Initial estimates suggest that it would be a decade before we can begin." Well that's promising. "At least we can get her safety across," He sighs, "It will have to do."

[porne]

I nod to him, knowing that I'm about as far out as I will be able to get. "If you have any other supplies to give me, I would appreciate it, but if you can put me near a supply cache of some kind, that would be best." I try to think tactically, knowing that it's not my strong suit. I shudder, knowing that once I do this, I'll probably never come back, either I'll be successful, or I'll die out there. I steel my courage and move forward to see what happens.

[Sallin_Kari]

"We already gave you more then initially planned. All I can offer is a map to guide you to the caches. They are still hidden and you'll have to find your way inside," He explains, before adding, "There are no caches immediately outside. We cleared them to help build our city when we first formed this dimension." As you step forward the ancient dragon takes over, directing you to the center of the circle, telling you to fold your arms across your chest. He gives you one final warning before completing the spell, "This will be sicking. Try to keep your lunch down." The magic swells up, engulfing you as your sense of direction disappears. It feels like you are flung, though the direction and speed vary wildly, pulling you in every direction, until you finally find yourself on solid ground. Immediately you drop to your hands and knees, your head still spinning, and your stomach taking tips from it.

[porne]

I struggle to hold myself together after being fired from one dimension to another, the stress unreal and strange to my spatial sense. Shuddering, I start to look around, stumbling to my feet as I check my spatial distortion as well. I think I managed to not get sick, but I need to figure out what's going on first before I start to rebuild.

[Sallin_Kari]

Managing to keep everything down, you check on your spatial pocket which is intact, though things inside might have been tossed around a bit. Staggering to your feet you soak in the surroundings. It's mountains just like home sure... but the endless blue skies streaked with satin clouds. The plains in the distance, shrouded by milky white. These things you never saw before! Your home was large, certainly but it was contained. You could travel to the edge of the world in a manner of days flying. But this... this truly felt endless.

[porne]

I stare around me in wonder for a moment, surveying the actual 'sky' and the endless world around me. The strange noises around me eventually shake me loose of my revere and I realize I need to get started. Feeling inward around my portable space, I realize that the additional mana leaking through when they forcibly added magic to my spatial nature has enhanced the amount of space I have immensely. In fact, it's large enough that I should be able to slip inside, something it usually takes dozens if not hundreds of years to build enough power to do.

Slipping in, I realize my earlier feeling was right, nothing is in the neat little stacks or spirals as I prefer, but a bit of will lets me bend this local reality back into shape, stacking all of my storage into neat organized rows as I let half my mind try to catalog everything that's still there as I let the other half think about what I want to do with this space. Fortunately, my extra spatial organs seem intact, if a little jostled. I also recognize the new orbs on it, my cheeks coloring slightly as I realize I'm looking at my new testicles. They didn't give me a penis though... and I don't quite recall the details, although I've studied enough anatomy to have a few ideas on how it should be shaped. I simply lay out a chain of them, a few organic valves shutting off the ones that aren't being used from getting any seed. Realizing what other options my accelerant compound will have in my mission, I also add a few links to that particular reservoir. It was difficult to make that set of glands, and I'll be damned if I'm not going to use it.

Still, this floating in the void can be a little disorienting. There's no limit to the mass, nor the way I store things, right? I have heard that older spatial dragons can hold palaces within their portable spaces, so it stands to reason... A bit of experimentation allows me to build sections of frozen space that acts as walls. I can't really color it, although I can sense it easily enough, but it's still strange. Hm... I return to the mountain, looking for some good quality stone, pulling great chunks of it into my space, to the point I've exhausted most of my mana reserve. Still, I've got some building material now. Re-entering my space, I begin cutting space into the shape I want, a mentally taxing process of holding one shape in mind while transporting the rest to another part. It's exhausting, but I eventually have a small home built, not much more than a bedroom and a few shops really, something I really enjoy for the first time instead of a bunk with others. I transfer my organ cache and other... private objects underneath my new home, creating a tiny port underneath something hidden so I can access it without having to spend so much will to rearrange everything. Still, the fact I have my own home is... comforting.

A bit of experimentation lets me build tiny little translucent portals that let me bring in real light instead of the strange etherial glow that permeates the local space. Setting a few of them high in the air, well out of range, and making them have no interaction with anything but like is tricky, not something I'll be able to do on the fly or in combat for anything useful, but I do manage to create light gathering windows. On a bit of a whim, I create one that lets me view the mountainscape, sandwiching it between two shards of impenetrable clear space to create something between a window and a picture that I can set within my home. A more strategic use is also possible, as I create an empty gardening area, pulling a large amount of soil from the surrounding area, I can plant useful herbs, or possibly an emergency food supply here once I find edibles. The window is necessary, as previous research has shown that the light from inside the space isn't 'real' light and cannot be drawn to grow things, only used to see.

By this point, it's been a few hours, and my energy, both mental and magical, is spent. I'll need to meditate for a few hours outside to replenish my magic, and then I can withdraw to sleep the night away. A day without food shouldn't be... my stomach growls at me, and I look at my body, really look for the first time since I woke up. Damn... they really went all out, didn't they? I was small, a bit waifish before, but now my muscle has been stimulated, both by lightning and magic to be intensely built up, my figure actually having been modified to be more voluptuous as well. They weren't kidding when they told me my mission. I guess... I guess I need to feed this ravenous beast. I spend a few moments meditating, just enough to not be totally tapped of mana before I set out to hunt and scavenge.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

So, that'll be the portable space built and ready. I guess add an empty garden to the area? Let me know if I went too far.

[Sallin_Kari]

Roll 4
Unfortunately it seems the spatial disturbance of your portal space has attracted the interest of a local creature, and it did not take to your sudden appearance well at all. The eight legged reptile lets out a long hiss and you feel an assault of magic that is dissipated by your natural resistances.

[porne]

(Assuming she still got everything done, but didn't get to recharge.)

I yelp as I feel something attack me, but my natural resistance fights back. I panic a bit, looking around to identify what's attacking me, and what's around me so I can see about running away if possible. I don't think I've got the juice left to cast any combat spells, and I haven't gotten a chance to review any of the combat manuals I managed to squirrel away in my space. Mental note, set up the library...

*Focus*, I back away from the monster, keeping eye contact as I try to figure out what to do and estimate its size. I'm stronger than I was, considerably so, and I have my claws and venoms, so I should be able to attack it, right? I pop my claws, opening the small valves to my neurotoxin reservoirs as well as drawing my scales forth and preparing my spitting bladders with venom.

[Sallin_Kari]

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Yep, she did everything and then when she left this thing was trying to figure out what the hell the whipply wobbly magic stuff of your portal space was.

Roll 11
Luckily it seems as wary as you, since it's magical attack had no effect. It still wasn't willing to disengage. The creature is a large reptilian thing standing around four feet tall, but it's easily twelve feet long, not including its tail which adds another six feet. The body is supported by eight legs so you estimate that it could probably run pretty fast despite its bulk.

[porne]

I glance around, not sure what to do. Obviously, fresh meat is better than preserved rations, but... I don't know exactly how tough this thing is. But, it already attacked me and doesn't seem to want to let me go, so...

Deciding I'm not going to back down or run away, I charge it, pushing my newly enhanced physique to see just how well I can engage it, looking to get close and spit paralyzing venom in its eyes and go for a clawing strike.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

Hm, do you think it would have venom of its own? Right now, she's just got the two combat venoms and one funtime venom. Adding something like a coagulant venom could be fun, it would certainly give her an incredibly dangerous upgrade.

[Sallin_Kari]

Roll 17
It clearly wasn't expecting you to be able to spit poison, and you blind it, allowing you to close in and tear a large wound into the side of its neck. Unfortunately it's great size prevents either blow from deciding the battle, resisting the paralyze simply due to its great mass, and your claws not getting deep enough to get an artery, though blood still pours from the gash. It lashes out with its claws, still unable to see clearly, allowing you to dodge out of range.

Spoiler (click to show/hide):

You just started! I think you don't need upgrades immediately.

[porne]

Hopefully, it got a big dose of neurotoxin with the neck gash and I back off feeling a lot more confident. Many of the opponents I trained with in the city were so fast I could barely track them, but this beast seems slow and ponderous, possibly using whatever the spell it tried to use against me as its primary means of attack. With it blinded, I look for openings, and open, hissing mouth is a great easy target to spit venom into, and I switch to my more lethal neurotoxin bladders for any more spitting as I attempt to spot any other exposed arteries. I circle the beast, keeping my footing light as I look for more openings.

[Sallin_Kari]

Roll 14
It is still writhing in pain and panic as you circle around. It's still writhing around so approaching form the sides might be dangerous, but you figure you can run up the back. It's tail, being so much smaller then its main body probably isn't capable of whipping strikes, so it shouldn't pose much danger.

[porne]

I do exactly that, looking to get up on its back, and hopefully get a free run up to its neck. If I can climb atop it and latch on, digging my claws and fangs into it, I can start injecting poison like crazy, as my venom sacks store gallons of the two main toxins.

[Sallin_Kari]

Roll 5
As you attempt to climb up, it bucks, throwing you on the ground. As you suck the air back into your lungs, it swings its body around to sweep its tail, smacking you back a further few feet, though it doesn't hurt nearly as much as the creature probably wished it did.

[porne]

I'm thrown around, forcibly reminded that I may have several hundred pounds of body mass, but only a small fraction of it is in this world compared to my portable space. Shaking my head as my eyes stop spinning, I focus back on the creature. So, the neck is a no go, how about another part. I approach again, looking for more of an opening than I had, but cautious that the creature might not be so cooperative of my plans.