(Quest Suggestions) SongsTress Quest Episode 17 - Havin' a Good Time!

(Wow, super sorry for how late this is this week - it's been unexpectedly weird over here these past few days. I know this means you'll have less time to think up suggestions - I might have to work out how to handle that if people can't put ideas in in time. If you can suggest something now, I encourage you to do so, no matter what those ideas might be!)

The Story So Far...

You close your eyes, melding your senses with those of the world around you, as reality solidifies in a new, star shaped style...

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Desire outbursts aren't anything new. Everyone knows the official stats are that any normal adult is likely to have an encounter or a near-encounter once every five years or so, especially in a city like Ruby Canyon. And likewise, everyone knows the drill. When you suspect Desire activity, you evacuate, calmly, and wait for a Serenity response.

Everyone knows that. But it's always fun to see how little anyone listens. As soon as the building started to reform, everyone panicked. Screaming, fighting, stampeding, the whole list of no-nos. Ah, humans. So pathetic without you to take control. You'd better calm them all down before someone gets hurt.

All around the new stadium, the ceilings and walls warp, big, brightly coloured loudspeakers rising out of the stone, already hooked up and ready to play. You haven't actually recorded any music for them, but who cares about it? The music is in your soul, and that's what your lair is an extension of! You hook every one of them up to the source, and let them have it full blast. It's a little disjointed, different genres spilling out of different speakers, but that just adds to the fun.

The most organised group, the ones trying to slip away quickly without getting much attention, are the models - the ones who were here for the fashion show. They were probably the ones most prepared for something like this. Well, models who want to avoid attention aren't fit to be models, and you don't want the competition anyway, so you sound out something basic - real basic. A simple rhythm track, no frills, no skills.

The models don't think anything of it. They don't think anything of the way their footsteps fall into the beat, their strides becoming routine, their flight becoming a one-by-one formation as they march down the hall. They don't think anything of the way their individual fashion show clothes start to melt together, forming into silver catsuits that cover them from neck to toe. They don't think anything of their busts swelling, their asses inflating, until all their curves are uniformly massive. They don't think anything of their hair turning silver as well, unique styles becoming short bobs. They don't think anything of their faces sinking into their heads, leaving nothing but silver smoothness behind...

Then they just don't think anything at all - they've become an identical line of faceless, mindless drones, barcodes slapped on their curves, ready to be marched out to maintain your new stadium.

The audience who were gathered to watch them strut up and down the catwalk? They get something more exciting - a sampler of your personal works. In moments, a horde of confused fashion connoisseurs are screaming fangirls swaddled in SongsTress merch - star shaped glasses, tit tattoos, jackets, tops, shorts, heels, god, it's like a sea of yous, only much less fabulous. All of them are dying to see your big introduction!

It spreads through the stadium. No one will be spared - not if you have anything to say about it~

Cowgirls take over the bar area as country music sweeps through it, and you can tell some people got confused, because it's all Stetsons and tight, revealing leathers dancing and whooping on one side of the floor, and cowprint bikinis over massive milky mammaries on the other. The two types of slut seem to be getting on just fine though, herding and smothering each other with aplomb, so no problems here.

The security guards are surprised to find rock music pumping out of their radios for a moment - but then they're rocking out hard as their tits grow in and their minds melt, dark lipstick on plump lips, spiked collars and dark eyeliner setting in as their hear turns spiky and multicoloured - a proper set of punks to guard your facilities.

Those with the strongest wills are still trying to escape, but the halls of your lair are more difficult to navigate than they expected. All the ones leading away look the same, and so many just loop around back inside... And of course, the longer they look, the less they remember about what they were trying to do. That'd be because of all that bubbly, brainless pop that you've been playing into their ears. Soon, they're streaming back in to the concert, blonde, busty, and absolute bimbos, brains bubbled and popped!

A horde of song sluts is created - their worship fuelling your growing power. It's everything you ever dreamed of! Ha, you're unstoppable now. Soon, the entire city will be under you control, and not long after, the entire-

"SERENITY SEAL!"

The walls of your stadium run into a sudden stop as a field of white, shining energy - energy that shoots up into the sky and forms a three-pointed dome over your domain. Your influence halts dead on contact. You can't break through it.

Oh right. Them.

Damnit.

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(Serenities are about to appear! They're going to be gunning for you specifically, SongsTress, so it's time to figure out how to deal with them. These are dangerous opponents... Good luck!)