Crystal Sky: Origins

"What the fuck...did you do to me?" I panted, as my sudden fatigue forced me to sit on my bed, even as my attacker loomed over me. "Am I...Am I going to die...?" I asked Zoey, eyes wide. Inside me, I could feel a squirming sensation, like something was crawling around in my veins, and my vision swam. I could see...things that didn't make sense. Cities in the wrong color, waterfalls flowing upward, a thick forest canopy swarming with people sized monkey things...These visioned passed over my eyes like a VR headset, blocking the view of the real world, looking realistic, but detached, as if they were happening somewhere far away. My head swam more and more, it became hard to stay awake, my mind just wanted to rest as it was bombarded by images, different worlds, different lives.

"You're going to live, Simon," Zoey promised, looking down at me with a mixture of worry and disgust as I lost control of myself, laying weakly against my sheets, body twitching. That was the last thing I heard before I lost consciousness.

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"Hello, and welcome to side B! If you're seeing this, you either just shattered an N-Crys against your foe, or your corrupt heart caused the N-Crys to shatter in your hands, causing you to curse yourself instead. In either case, congratulations! With your contribution, this shitty, shitty rock you call a planet might suck just a little less come tomorrow morning. Right now, your victim should be deep asleep! It's important that you do NOT watch their sleeping body, as temporary fluctuations in reality can cause temporary or permanent blindness to onlookers. Just shut the door and wait until sunrise."

"As the curse goes to work on the victim, it first targets their mind, finding parts of their past with the most negativity associated with them, and draining the moment of its negative emotions. That's what's happening now. Any fight they've had, any profoundly negative choice they've made, is reversed while still maintaining the lifecourse they're on to avoid any paradoxes. Using simplest terms, you could say we're editing a person's past without changing where they are in the present. In the morning, they will be a better, nicer person, whether they like it or not. This doesn't just change the memory, it changes the world itself to have always been the way they remember it. The only people who will know anything has changed is you and them."

"Remember, don't be scared come morning! Your victim will certainly look different, and very likely hold a grudge, but don't worry! The N- Crys will have long drained them of any aggression they might have had! They might threaten and bluster, but you're golden, baby!" Dr. Kimmi makes fingerguns at the camera. A muffled giggle can be heard from off frame, before the video cuts to black. The tape ran in the box for a moment more, before it too sputtered to a stop.

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Simon looked down at the printout in her hand. "Wanted! Roomate for Apartment, Queens NY, NY" the craigslist page clutched in Simon's hand told her. She exhaled, and nodded. It was time. This was the first time she had ever been to the city by herself, first time ever going into someone else's house without an escort. In fact, it was Simon's first time a doing a lot of things. The habitually shy, sheltered girl stood there frozen for a moment, unable to work up the courage to take one step forward. Finally, a car honk from somewhere behind her spooked her into action, the girl all but running up to the door, suitcases in tow, and up to her new apartment.

She remembered conversations with her Daddy, how hard she fought to be here, and smiled as she approached the door to her new place. She knew Daddy was just trying to protect her, but despite her 'condition', she couldn't stay locked up inside her whole life! She had to learn, and grow! And so, moving out of her birth home at the age of 18 to live with a normal human in a normal apartment seemed the logical first step to breaking out of her sheltered existence. She had spoken to Zoey over email before the big move, and made her aware of her...'special requirements' as a beastkin, so hopefully there wouldn't be many sticking points. Simon hadn't met many humans before other than Daddy and some staff members at the estate, so she was pretty nervous. Still, before her hand could even knock on the door, it swung open, the tiny Simon having to crane her neck up at the looming Zoey.

"Oh, hey! Simon, right?" Zoey said brightly. Simon said nothing, just fidgeting in the doorway, nervousness keeping her mouth shut tight in front of this intimidating human. Zoey laughed and nodded understandingly. "I get it, cat got your tongue, right?" she jokes, gently pressing a hand into Simon's shoulder and ushering her inside. Simon did her best to stifle a pout at the 'cat' jokes. "Look, seriously, welcome home. I talked to your dad...extensively, I know this is a big move for you. I'm here to support you however I can..."

"...thank you," Simon managed to squeak in her squeaky voice, tail curled up in front of her, hands worrying at it like a security blanket. She had done it! Her first step into human society! And her roommate seemed so nice! With someone like that by her side, maybe living away from home wouldn't be so hard. Maybe Zoey would even help her find her a nice Master or Mistress to keep her safe, and happy, and-

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I sat up like my bed was electrified, breathing heavily as I blinked the bleariness out of my eyes. I felt exhausted, completely worn out, and my muscles felt sore and weak. The sun streaming through my pastel curtains diffused through the room, making the bright, feminine décor look golden with morning rays. Dreams, or possibly memories still danced through my sleepy head, as I let out a high-pitched yawn. But that wasn't how it went, was it? I remember being quiet when I moved in, but it was because I thought Zoey was beneath me. I remember being nervous, but that was because I was broke, and kicked out of the house by my...Daddy? And...'human' society, 'human' roommate? I'm human, right? That, I'm certain of, I'm a perfectly normal human girl!...but that doesn't sound right either. What is happening to me? I felt weird, lost, like I had placed something in my mind, and then couldn't find it again, parts missing out of my head. As I idly looked down at myself laying in my oversized bed, I felt shocked!

Though, I couldn't for the life of me figure out why? I looked normal, I was pretty sure. Slim, waifish body, no real curves to speak of, pale, soft skin like I've never seen the sun, white hair...That was all right, I was pretty sure. Presumably, my eyes were still red, though I didn't have a mirror in my bedroom. My long, hairless pink tail and my folded round ears seemed still attached, at least. But still, I felt something was wrong, and...oh my god, I'm supposed to be a boy, right? Why couldn't I remember what I looked like? I burst to my feet out of my bed, and made to charge out of the door, before a bright pink blush burns my cheeks, a weirdly familiar sensation. I can't go out there in my underwear, I needed to get dressed, an alien compulsion that nevertheless I couldn't resist, grabbing the first thing on the rack of my closet: a feminine sundress, white like my hair and extra frilly. Once I was all set, I...gently opened the door, peeking behind it for anything scary before I daintily crept into the living room, doing my best to not wake up Zoey. Okay, that felt wrong too, I had wanted to slam it open, right? Make a fuss? Wake up Zoey and see what she knew about my change? But I couldn't do it, it just seemed so...rude. I couldn't be mean to my girlfriend like that!

...Another sensation of wrongness at the sentiment. Didn't I hate Zoey for making me...something else? She's the reason I am what I am now, she stole whatever I used to be from me, whatever that was. Yet, I couldn't help but feel a fluttery feeling in my tummy as I thought about my wonderful girlfriend. My train of thought was quickly interrupted, however, as I hear her door swing open. "Ah!" I gasp, and quickly scamper to the kitchen. I have to make breakfast quick, Zoey is up early! Zoey was always trying to tell me I didn't have to cook or clean for her, but she works so hard, so I knew she appreciated the break. After all, I didn't work, so it wasn't like I didn't have the time to dote on my beloved girlfriend. I still hoped one day she might agree to become my Mistress like I've dreamt of all my life.

"Tsu? Are you up?..." A pause, and then, "Wait, Tsu? Ohoho, that's new..." I heard Zoey chuckle from down the hall. Tsu? That's not my name. I'm Tsu! Tsu Livingston. It felt wrong on my tongue, but I had nothing else. No matter how I probed at my mind, the comfortable place where my name rested in my head sent back Tsu whenever I tried.

"Ah, um, I'm making breakfast, Zoey!" I squeaked back, feeling a swollen feeling in my chest as I waited, though I didn't know for what. Zoey, too, didn't seem to know how to respond, acting only on muscle memory with a cocky grin on her face when she turned the corner into the kitchen. She knew what I was thinking, I knew most certainly. Whatever had happened to me, Zoey was either aware...or had caused it.

"Good girl! I told you you don't have to do that every day..." A swell of sappy, fond emotions flooded me at that. Good Girl. The sentiment had me swimming in endorphins, feeling literally high as I giggled and squirmed, clutching at my girlish body in feminine glee. Zoey said I was Good! It was the greatest compliment I had ever heard, and I remembered hearing it multiple times a day for the last 2 years, a constant Pavlovian reinforcement of my meek, servile behavior. I was fucked.

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Zoey sat in a daze at the kitchen table as Tsu brought her an omelet. She hadn't had a hot breakfast in months, and yet she remembered yesterday's scones, and the day before's pancakes. It had worked, the N-Crys had actually changed...Tsu. Zoey felt quite incapable of thinking of her by any other name, despite remembering the man she was. Zoey's confident grin only grew wider at the thought, tucking into her breakfast quickly. She still had to make it to her shift after all!

"Goodbye, Tsu!" she said to the young mouse girl with a smile bright on her face. Tsu tried to spin bashfully after making eye contact with Zoey, but Zoey caught her tail, using it to spin her back and into arm's length, the taller girl grasping her new favorite toy and pulling her into a kiss. Any thought of resistance drained from Tsu's head as she felt those hot lips, the flustered little mouse having to sit down to keep from fainting once the kiss was broken. "I'll see you tonight, okay, sweetheart? We can have some fun..." she offered the flustered girl, memories of Tsu's shyness around her girlfriend's promiscuity bright in her mind. She couldn't wait to see the girl panic and squirm tonight before bed, as Zoey remembered Tsu always did before sharing a bed with Zoey. Still, she remembered Tsu is quite the little nympho deep down, a thought that made Zoey cackle with laughter as she headed out the door.

Tsu was left alone in their shared apartment, still dazed and struggling with her own identity. The mouse clutched her tail to her chest for comfort as she had done a million times before, starting to pace up and down the small hallway leading to the front door.

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I thought I must be going crazy, pacing up and down the hallway of my apartment, tail dragging along the ground behind me. Whenever I thought of myself, who I am was ready to spring to my mind. I am Tsu Livingston, adopted daughter of Blake Livingston, my Daddy, who took me in after I was abandoned as a child. I'm a mousegirl beastkin, and so like all beastkin, it means I kinda have a...thing, for humans. They're so sexy and confident, it's really hard to tell them 'no', which meant Daddy had to try extra hard to keep me safe when he was raising me. Beastkin like me are hot commodities in kidnapping rings. Luckily, though, when I got old enough, Daddy finally let me move in with a (extremely well-vetted) human named Zoey! While I was shy at first, Zoey was just so nice to me, I fell in love, and now we're dating.

All of that stuff felt fundamentally true, and yet I couldn't help but feel...wrong, about all of it. It was like someone had erased the text document containing the Story of my Life, and replaced it with something else. I could read it, and tell you it's wrong, but I couldn't tell you what was there before. Idly, I began to tidy up around the house, sweeping, dusting, sorting and straightening. It felt comforting, like mantra, doing the same familiar action again and again. But of course it did! Mice like me are instinctively tidy; A messy room is just another source of stress for me, and I couldn't stand it. Eventually, though, once the dishes were done, and the house was clean, and dinner was put in the oven to bake, I finally got the chance to sit down, only about an hour before the time Zoey usually got home, a time I had memorized, but didn't remember memorizing.

I was distracted from my relaxation, however, by a new problem. A peach colored blush sprung to my cheeks, as my hands moved up to self- consciously cup my barely-there breasts, as my pronounced incisors bit into my lower lip needily. I was...horny. The word was hard to even think out loud, a burning shyness making sure that I could be pent up as possible, but still too embarrassed to act on it. It was torture, but it was a familiar torture, one I remembered dealing with since puberty. As usual, I did my best to quell the squirmy, melting sensation inside me over my clothes, some gentle pinching of my sensitive pink nipples, some light grinding against the side of a table, not that I actively thought of them as sexual acts for fear of being too embarrassed to keep going and find relief, but nothing seemed to work. As my face turned redder, I finally put my hands under my sundress, and creeped them up into my panties. Inches from the goal, however, I panicked and pulled them away. As I sat and squirmed on the chair, I whined through my teeth. When would Zoey be home to help me? She always makes me feel good, and she doesn't judge me too much that I'm just a...a horny beastkin.

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An hour passed, and Tsu kept squirming on the couch, hands playing with her A-cups through her dress desperately, as the mouse ground her thighs together weakly. A click from the front door had Tsu's ears perk up, and then the sound of a twisting doorknob had her scrambling to the entryway, wanting to be there to greet Zoey, heart swelling with excitement, though her thighs still idly ground together as she stood there, fixing her hair and primping as best she could. She lifted her tail, curling it behind her in a little spiral as if to put herself on display, as the door finally swung open.

"Tsu! I'm Ho- Oh! Hey Tsu! Greeting me at the door again, huh? You're gonna make me blush! Good girl!" Zoey said, her smile only widening as she sees the mouse's reaction to those two special words. The little mouse's eyes were wide as dinner plates, a dopey smile on her face as she visibly squirmed and writhed in front of Zoey, her already unbearable arousal mixing with the praise to make the girl feel dazed, tingly, and extra horny. "...C'mon, sweetheart..." Zoey said softly, as she reached a gentle hand down to gently lift the smaller mouse.

"Ah...?" Tsu managed to gasp, brow furrowed in dazed confusion as she glances up at Zoey, the strong human carrying her. "Ah! R-Right, Zoey is back! Um, I made dinner, and I cleaned up, and...um..." she trailed off as Zoey said nothing to her, just a bright smile on her face as she laid the mouse down onto the couch, the human straddling Tsu and grinning down at her.

"Sounds like you've been good all day, and you need a reward..." Zoey said with a giggle. Tsu's face turned pink at that, her hands shooting to her crotch, holding the dress down as if she was afraid the wind might blow it up and reveal her little drippy secret.

"N-No, no! You must be tired, Zoey! You worked all day...let me get you some dinner, and you can tell me what happened at work..." Tsu offered, though Zoey's eyes were magnetic, holding Tsu's dinnerplate eyes no matter how she tried to look away.

"My pretty little mouse is all pent up, and she needs Zoey's help." Zoey retorted, as her hands slid down the Mouse's body. Tsu let out a soft squeak of pleasure at the compliment, before her shoulders relaxed, all the tension leaving the mouse's body under Zoey's hands. Those teasing hands ran along the gentle curve of the mouse's modest chest, making sure to gently cup their swell with her soft digits. "Ah~" Zoey purred. "I think you might still be growing, little mouse..." she teased softly, a bright blush appearing on Tsu's face. She wasn't allowed a response, however, before the hands slip down the mouse's tummy and beneath her skirts, whatever pouty retort about Tsu's chest lost on her lips as she let out another resounding squeak.

Tsu's thighs snapped shut tightly as Zoey's hands approached her vagina, the mouse's hot blush radiating hot enough to warm Zoey's face as she leaned in to whisper. "Open up, little mouse, I want to make you feel good..." Zoey said tenderly, fingertips gently sweeping along Tsu's thighs, oh so softly urging them open. Tsu complied readily, the mouse still held so hypnotically in Zoey's gaze. Her thighs threatened to clench again as she felt the tips of Zoey's soft, warm fingers against her dewey, hairless sex, but the sensations cause the little mouse to lose all control of her muscles, unable to even try to clam up again as Zoey keeps softly, subtly stroking the mouse's sex.

Tsu cried out in bliss as the heat building up inside her finally found an outlet at the hands of her powerful, sexy, human girlfriend. The little mouse didn't care anymore about how odd and unfitting her memories felt inside her, she knew that nothing that felt this good could ever be fake. Her sex fluttered and pulsed as she felt those fingers finally enter her, the beastkin squeaking and panting with desire. "Yesh! Ah! S-Sho good..." she slurred as her hips twitched against nothing, Zoey's expert hands making sure to stay gentle with her beloved little rodent. She remembered the day before, how much she had hated who Tsu was, and how willing she was to replace him with a better model, but now, with 2 years of wonderful memories with a sweet, lovable girlfriend slash roomate, she couldn't imagine EVER hating Tsu.

Tsu gasped softly as she came, the mouse having a quiet orgasm, her body quaking and shuddering as she did her best to stay quiet, polite, and tidy as a mousegirl should. As she panted to try and catch her breath after holding it for so long during her afterglow to keep from moaning, she gazed up at Zoey lovingly, all thoughts of who she used to be gone from her head. "Umm...Zoey...?" she said, as the endorphins and lovey-dovey feelings filling the girl gave her a spike of courage that she'd never felt before, or likely would again, perhaps the final act of the person Tsu used to be. "Would you be...my Mistress?" the mouse asked in a tiny voice, staring up at the brunette straddling her.

"Anything for my little mouse," Zoey said back without a second thought, pulling the mouse in for one more kiss.

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High above the world, a glittering band of sparkling yellow dust spiraled around the blue marble below. Small yellow rock crystals could be seen floating among the belt of dust suddenly circling this little planet called earth, a ring around a normally ringless planet. Occasionally, a rock seemed to grow too big, getting too heavy, and falling like rain from a cloud, alighting in the atmosphere below, but not burning away. The stones seemed to start slow, just a couple, then more, and more, eventually becoming a torrent of missiles falling to the planet as the dust of the band seemed to magnetize and drop, clumping together to grow bigger, and bigger, before dropping from the band. Hundreds, thousands, millions of rocks fell the world over, before the band grew silent again, much thinner after dropping its payload on the unsuspecting planet below. From above, the world seemed so peaceful, unaware of the chaotic influence that had only just gotten started messing with their boring, shitty, shitty rock of a planet.