Evelyn and the Beautiful Realm

Hi folks!

In a rush today, so not much of a status post - I'm still taking April off, so story progress is slow, but here's another short request that I hope folks enjoy! See you soon, hopefully!

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Request:  Evelyn arrives to a realm that is a haven to artists and finds it a pleasing spot to shift to her tastes. Surely she can “convince” the muse/guardian of the area to see things…her way~.

The multiverse is a strange and wonderful place, but uncommon are the ones who have ever in the position to truly appreciate its majesty. Most people… In fact, almost all, statistically, spend their lives in one universe, interacting with only one kind of reality, one set of physical laws that bound their existence. Stepping beyond that – venturing out beyond the safety of your home universe, or even making it so far as to slide into another entirely – was an almost impossible dream by most people’s standards.

But there are always exceptions. ‘Almost all’ does not, in fact, mean ‘all’. Indeed, even if 99.999999999999% of all people to ever exist ever would never leave the confines of their original world…

Well, 0.000000000001% of infinity is still enough to create a thriving subculture of wanderers, dimensional nomads, interdimensional resorts, and whatever else might fill your multiversal fancy. Once you began walking between worlds, you’d soon find yourself in a community as large and diverse as any you could ever imagine.

So while it is true to say that people capable of travelling between realms as they pleased are uncommon, it may not be true to say that such people are rare. There are a lot of them! Just nowhere near as many as those who can’t.

What realm travellers do with their gift does, of course, vary. Some use it to gather technology and power, to wage war and conquer worlds. Some peacefully travel, looking to learn as much and more about the many myriad cultures dwelling across the veil. Some chase after personal quests, goals that have meaning only to them, and them alone. And some use it to goof off. As ever with people, their methods varied completely from one man to the next.

Some, though, were only after a place to call their own, a haven which they could enjoy without concern or worry. A realm where they could set their own rules, and create a world according to their own desires. Such things, normally impossible, were very doable, out here between the cracks of the multiverse.

Beautia was such a realm. A space between spaces, a realm forged deliberately out of ether and raw firmament, created for a distinct purpose – to serve as a safe haven for the arts, and for artists who would seek it. Created centuries ago, it served as a place where artists with nowhere else to go could end up, often without ever intending to, and seek refuge. There, their needs were provided for, and they could create their greatest works in peace and security. All, at the will of its creator – the divine patron, Artenia.

It was, of course, an exclusive place. Only artists were allowed in, and only if they met the god’s stringent requirements. This was a haven, a sanctum – not a hotel. Which is why potential guests, those one in a million (rounding up) people who managed to reach this place, were greeted at the door by a woman in golden armour rather than a gentle greeter.

“Halt!” The woman, adorned in the most ornate shining plate, her blue hair fluttering behind her in a small display of power, welcomed the newest visitor to this incredible realm with a voice like thunder. “You who would enter the realm of Beautia, speak your name!”

“Oh wow. Beautia, huh? That’s certainly a choice…” Before her, having just stepped over the threshold to this plane, was a woman in pale white robes, her own hair somehow an even deeper shade of blue than the welcoming committee’s. Her muttering was accompanied by a curious wandering gaze, before the guardian’s glare reminded her she’d been asked a question. “Oh, right. Yes, my name is Evelyn, the Azfarian. Perhaps you’ve heard of me?”

“Your fame beyond our borders matters little here,” the woman in gold stated, her tone still stern. “All that matters to us is your ability. Know this, Evelyn – now that you have entered the domain of Artenia, your past is irrelevant. We shall judge you on creative talent, and creative talent alone. Satisfy us, and you will be allowed to dwell here, in the artist’s paradise. Fail, and your punishment will be-”

“You don’t know me, great!” Evelyn seemed most pleased by this knowledge. “And her name is Artenia? Wow. Okay. You know, for a place that says it values the arts you guys sure aren’t very creat-”

“SILENCE!” The golden warrior thundered, summoning her shining hammer into her hand and slamming it into the ground. Obviously, she took her duties as guardian seriously. “Mock Artenia one more time, and it shall be your last act in this world. Understood?”

Evelyn sighed. “Sure, sure. Alright, what’s this big test of yours.”

The guardian nodded, satisfied. “Good. Very well. Come with me.”

She turned and marched away, with Evelyn apparently content to follow after her. The two walked down a twisting street that stretched through a colourful sky, its steps gilded in gold and platinum, the path itself lined with countless sculptures and statues. All around them, views of buildings and scenery stretched out forever, all of it art in some form or other. It was all rather on brand.

As they went, the woman in gold continued to talk. “I am the guardian of this place, chosen by Artenia herself to protect her realm from all threats. My name is Gloria.”

“Oooof course it is.”

“My name is Gloria and you continue to try my patience, Evelyn!” The guardian snapped, glaring back at her guest. “You may thank our glorious goddess for my patience, that you do not suffer my wrath.”

“Yeah, yeah, all praise Artenia.” The woman in white gave a half-hearted attempt at pacifying her companion’s ire. “So what’s this test you were talking about?”

“Hmph.” Gloria was hardly mollified, but she took the other woman’s words as a step in the right direction. “It is a simple affair. You will be tasked with creating a work of art that pleases our goddess. All the tools and supplies you need will be provided. Once you are done, Artenia herself will descend to judge you and your work – and decide your fate.”

“Ahhh.” Evelyn nodded. “A divine art contest. Neat!” Then she sent her guide a sly look. “I don’t supposed there’s anything you can tell me about our holy friend’s tastes, is there? It’d be handy for making something to please her…”

But her question was ignored. “We are here.”

Evelyn blinked and looked up. Huh. She hadn’t noticed that their path was coming to its end. In front of them stood an impressive building, its twisting architecture towering up towards the pastel coloured sky. Alrighty.

Gloria opened a door – big and grand and clearly overcompensating, in her companion’s opinion, though for once she kept that to herself – and the two stepped into an empty studio, already filled with various art supplies. Paints, canvases, wood blocks, chisels, marble slabs, you name it, there was some lying around. It was a pretty impressive setup!

“You will be granted all the time you need to create your piece,” Gloria explained as Evelyn stepped into the studio. “But until it is complete, you may not leave this room. Once it is done, simply call for Artenia, and she will come for you. Any questions? Respectful ones?”

“Hmmm…” Evelyn considered her options carefully, looking around the room with a hand on her chin. “Well, it’s a nice room, but I don’t know. These materials seem really… stiff.”

“Stiff?” Gloria scoffed, incredulous. “These are the finest art supplies known to man. Which ones are you referring to?” Angrily, this new guest finally working on her last nerve, she strode inside the studio to show the woman exactly how wrong she was…

… Only to freeze in place as she passed Evelyn, something slamming into the small of her back. “!!!”

“Oh yes.” Suddenly, the white robed woman was purring in her ear, her voice turning soft and sensual. “Very stiff. So formal. So… rigid. But that’s alright. I like working with these kinds. It’s so much fun to make them properly malleable…”

“What… What are you… Doing?!” The guardian grunted out between clenched teeth, rocking slightly on her toes as the other woman circled around her. She couldn’t move, she realised, her entire body locked in place mid-step. And there was a strange weight on her back, something heavy clinging to her…

“Why, I’m doing what you asked!” Evelyn flashed her a bright smug smile, before closing in and placing her hands on Gloria’s hips, wiggling them and setting the woman’s balance straight. Apparently whatever was holding the guardian’s muscles still had no effect on her – after a moment’s work, she had the woman stood upright, her legs straight under her, arms flat by her sides, stuck staring ahead. “I’m creating my work of art. Thank you so much for getting me all the supplies I need – I do my best work with a human medium~”

Gloria growled, but the sound wasn’t nearly as intimidating as she wanted it to be – especially with such a blank expression stuck on her face. “This t-treachery… will never stand! You… Will be punished, I swear! Artenia will never…!”

“Shhh…” A blue fingernail pressed itself against her lips, Evelyn’s smug smile right behind it. “I’ll be having words of my own with Arty soon enough – but first, we’ve really got to help you unwind. Oh, but here! Let me get you a mirror – I don’t want you to miss out on seeing my new piece!”

The woman raised a hand and snapped her fingers, a pair of full-length mirrors appearing in front of and beside Gloria, giving her a full view of herself – and the guardian’s heart jumped as she realised she had severely underestimated the level of power her realm’s new guest had at her disposal. Magic like that in an unfamiliar plane was no small feat.

Much more immediately worrying, though, was that she could now see what Evelyn had stuck on her back. There, somehow poking right through her golden armour and into her spine, about the size of her hammer, was a shining metal clockwork key. “Wh-What?”

“Ah, now you see it.” Evelyn giggled, and then slipped back behind the guardian, both hands coming down to grip the key tightly between them. “Here! Let me show you how it works!”

This was probably a mystery that Gloria probably would have liked to keep unsolved, but alas, it was not to be. As Evelyn grunted and strained her arms, the silver shining key slowly, stiffly turned, until it had completed a half rotation. And as it went, Gloria could feel something inside her shifting – a strange kind of building tension, focused entirely in her hips and between her legs. It was a tight, twitchy feeling, uncomfortable like she was forcing herself to stand up too straight.

“How’s that? Feeling alllll that nasty tension starting to gather up? Pretty uncomfortable, right?”

“Stop… This…”

Sadly, the guardian’s anger only seemed to drive the other woman on. “Let’s just give you another turn…”

And she did, once again straining to give the key another half rotation. The feeling was different this time though – that awkward tension building in her chest instead of her loins. It was a crushing feeling, like she couldn’t breathe, even though her lungs functioned normally. Unpleasant was scarecely sufficient to describe it.

“Poor thing…” Evelyn stroked her cheek in what she was sure was mock sympathy. “I know, I know, it feels bad. But that’s what happens when you let yourself get so stiff. Don’t worry, it won’t last long! One more turn of the key, alright?”

It most certainly was not alright! But with her breath feeling so short, Gloria couldn’t even grunt as she felt the woman’s hands wrap around her key one last time, and start to twist.

The key was harder to turn than ever now, and Evelyn was clearly wearing herself out trying to turn it – but the sight of it brought Gloria no satisfaction, because even as she saw the strain, she could feel another blossoming of tension, this time inside her own head. It was like a vice was gripping her skull – not painfully, but firmly – and it was squeezing in her thoughts. With every degree the key twisted around, thinking became harder and harder… Until finally, as the rotation completed, she found the inside of her head had turned almost rock solid, with barely any thoughts forming at all.

Gently, fingers stroked her long blue locks, curious eyes gazing into her own glazed orbs as Evelyn paused to consider her work. Stopped and stiff, teetering on the very edge, Gloria was just bursting with potential. All she needed was a little push~

“Smile, dear…” The artist giggled, her thumb slowly pulling the stunned guardian’s lips up into a grin. “It’s time to become beautiful.”

Then, once more, she raised her hand to snap her fingers.

Snap!

And all at once the tightly wound key began to spin

Pop!

The tension in Gloria’s head burst like a bubble, popping out of existence like it had never been – and taking all her locked up thoughts with it. In a rush, all the stiff rules and formalities and laws that had been bound up in her brain rushed out, fizzling out of her ears and leaving her ever so delightfully airheaded, her quickly plumping lips curling up into a confused pout as her vapid glazed eyes became painted on plastic…

Pop!

The tension in the guardian’s chest swiftly followed, and with it came a rush of unfurling pleasure, all that stiff firmness dissolving away and allowing her chest to balloon outwards, no longer bound by her rigid nature. As it did, her breasts pumping up to sizes bigger than her head, her fine golden armour seemed to lose its firmness as well, its shape melting and slimming until the thick metal plate had turned into a skimpy, gold painted plastic bikini top….

Pop!

And finally came the tension in her hips, popping away with the rest – her ass bursting outwards and her cunt exploding with pleasure as the rod up her ass melted out of her slit, along with what was left of her brains. Like her top, her leggings melted away, leaving nothing but a fake gold thong between her legs, and shining golden high heels on her shiny plastic feet.

The key finally slowed to a stop – the firm, tense guardian of the realm that it had been slid into now an empty headed and lax plastic toy soldier, still staring vacantly into the middle distance as her boobs jiggled and her ass wiggled in their plastic golden ‘outfit’.

Evelyn clapped, deighted. “Perfect! See? I knew you’d turn out great if you got the chance to let it all go. How’s that feel? Oh, oops, silly me – I forgot to wind you back up~”

She hurried around and gave the key another twist – and this time it wound like a hot knife through butter, turning without issue. Just like she’d said, all that stiffness a thing of the past. In no time, Gloria was fully wound.

The former guardian’s confused pout widened into a brainless smile, and without even a look or a glance, she started walking, strutting on her golden heels. “I’m Golden Gloria, can’t you see? Everyone wants to play with me! I bounce and wiggle, I dance and grin! All for my Goddess, Evelyn~”

Her jaunty tune and playful stride circled the room once before the key wound down again, leaving her frozen in place mid-step once again – the perfect wind-up toy.

“Oh, wonderful.” The artist in white wiped a tear from her eye. “You’re lovely – just the kind of guardian I’d like for my realm. And speaking of… Shall we see what your former boss thinks? Ohhh Artenia~!” She called out loudly, looking to the roof to see if the goddess of this realm really would answer – and she wasn’t disappointed.

Golden light gathered in the centre of the room, and in a flash, a divine figure was there, hovering slightly above the floor. She was clearly powerful, her eyes glowing with white light, long, golden hair flowing behind her head like a waterfall, her body wrapped in a fine silken toga. “I am called…” Her voice echoed through the studio. “And I have answered. Show me your creation, artist, and I shall judge your worth…”

“Peachy. She’s right over there.” Evelyn pointed casually.

Raising an eyebrow, the goddess turned – and gasped as she saw the plastic toy that had once been her most devout worshiper. “Gloria? What blasphemy is th- Mmph?!?”

Alas, the distraction of seeing her champion transformed was exactly what Evelyn had been waiting for – and the moment the divine figure lowered her guard, she pounced. Quite literally, in this case, jumping the distance over to the goddess and planting a firm kiss on her lips before the other woman could react.

“Wha-wha-what are you…” Artenia stammered once she finally broke free, raising her hand to wipe her lips – only to freeze as she saw her fingers now had blue finger nails…

“I’m taking over,” Evelyn said simply, her own eyes starting to glow with white light as she stopped hiding her own divine nature. “A place of existence dedicated entirely to art? How could I resist? This place is going to be a home to me now – me, and my Azfarian cult, when I get some recruitment going. A haven for artists – where everyone else is the art~ Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Artenia shuddered, blinking rapidly as her hair started to turn blue as well. “You’re a goddess too? But… No! No, I won’t… I won’t let you take my realm! Beautia is mine! And it will always be mine!”

Evelyn just chuckled, stepping in and planting another kiss on the goddess’s unresisting lips, enjoying the taste as she watched her changes continue to sweep through the other woman. My, that was lovely lipstick she was wearing now. “Of course it is. And of course it will be. All of this place is yours, now, and forever… It’s just that, well, you’re not going to be you much longer.”

For a moment, the goddess wondered what she meant – her head felt so hazy all of a sudden, everything felt off. If she could just clear her thoughts for a moment…

Artenia closed her eyes… And when they opened again, they too had turned a lovely shade of blue. “All of Beautia is mine… And I, of course, am Evelyn~”

The two twin goddesses gazed at one another with open amusement, identical in every respect, both of them pleased at how well their plan had gone.

“Delightful work, my dear,” Evelyn 2 complimented herself, because she was ever the narcasist. “Though twinning with a kiss? A little cliché, don’t you think?”

“Oh, it seemed to fit,” Evelyn 1 answered with a chuckle and a shrug. “And it’s not like I had much to work with.”

“Maybe, maybe.” Evelyn sighed, and then looked around at her domain. “Well, what shall we do now?”

“How about we go introduce ourselves to our new followers? I’m sure a bunch of them would love to join the Azfarian cult~”

“Ah, of course! And those who won’t?”

“You need to ask?”

“Not at all, but I do love to hear you say it~”

“Ah. Well them my dearest Evelyn – they’ll make the loveliest new materials for us to work with…”

And with a giggle of delight, the two Evelyns headed for the exit. After all – there was more art to be made~