Sun Doong

 

Sun Doong, the largest cave on Earth. Proud owner of its own weather system, bottomless lakes and thousands of unique species. He had been excited to see it all... until he realised the expedition price that is, and ended up going to a slightly smaller cave on the other side of the country. Unnamed and forgotten of course, but the jungle was always changing. Maybe he would find something uncovered in a stream or half-buried in a crumbling wall. Yep, the real thrill was just climbing though, maneuvering the tough terrain. Catching a hold after nearly slipping into a raging river. Darting into the undergrowth as a snake hissed it’s finest. That was better than good wholesome food, your favorite football team winning, even better than sex with a hot Brazilian chick. Eh, so he imagined.

Speaking of which, he had heard about the pleasures of South-East Asia. That any red-blooded man needed to visit there and play the field once in his lifetime, but it would have to wait. Maybe he could convince some babes back in the USA to sleep with him once he showed them all these cool photos of Vietnam.

He groaned and caressed his skin in an attempt to magic away the pain from mosquito bites. He packed away his tent and nodded to the nearby guide. He swore this guy was gay or something, he kept looking at him weird the entire trip, like he was waiting for him to make some kind of move. The first move. Ugh. He shook his head as he settled down for the night.

He bounced between the trees. Spinning to take a look around. "Fuck. I'm lost aren't I? He whispered to himself. Stupid tour guide, ditch me huh… why couldn’t you just wait a little longer and you’d earn one hundred bucks more…

Wait. No Shit. There it was… in the exact location he said. Perhaps he should just be satisfied with…. no… there was no turning back. Although… what if this wasn’t the correct one that had been described to him? He might just have been scammed with fake photos again. The bastards had really upped their game in recent years. Fuck it, no no, something was better than nothing. He wasn’t going to come out here for nothing.

A pack of skinny monkeys were lazing around the entrance to the cave. He threw an apple core at them and they hopped away in every direction. He smirked and strode towards the cave entrance. He held his arms in front of him and reeled back. Shit, that was intense, like he just got struck by a damn solar beam. He pounded the palm of his hand into his forehead as he worked through the hot sweat. He forced himself forward. It’s probably cooler in there, he thought.

 

If only… it was still unbearably hot and even the little added heat coming off his flashlight just felt like too much extra. He wandered through the huge tunnels, they were fucking massive, like sand-worms had dug them through eons ago. Eventually he got onto a dry riverbed and reached an enormous cavern. His flashlight wasn’t nearly strong enough to penetrate the all the way through the blackness but he carefully made his way forwards. He climbed up the slope of rocks then paused to wipe his face at the top. Was this a damn magma chamber? Maybe a rumble would be the last thing he heard before he was vaporized. Sheesh. Cheery thought.

His eyes glimmered as he looked ahead of him. It was if there was some kind of bubble of illumination in this area. Everything was so much clearer in this spot. He looked up, but there were no hole or even crystals that could be reflecting light. There were murals and engravings on the cave wall, statues placed forebodingly about , some of them absent of facial features. He flashed some photos and smiled.

"You came far enough! Turn back. You don’t know what you’re about to do." A soft accented voice said.

"No, don’t turn your back on me, please, help me. It’s so hot here, I’m burning alive."

 

He shook his head. Voices in his head… this place wasn’t healthy. His pressure points began to throb… he was going to pass out and die here. Gotta get back… I

"Please help me. Free, free, free, free. "

He was drawn in by one engraving. It was some kind of dragon… no one had seen these in centuries or longer probably. Maybe he should report it to a museum? Or leave it here for other would-be explorers to find. His thoughts were interrupted with a scream as his finger tips burned off. He clutched them and sucked in an attempt to soothe them. Shit, he didn’t even remember deciding to touch it… what was that?

He stepped back with a grunt, his eyes shot up within a moment as the lines of the sigil ran with fire, like the channels of a forge. Then it all uncoiled itself from the wall like a snake. A living serpent of fire that came up right into his face. It eyed him carefully, then just as he opened his mouth the serpent flew in. He grasped at his own throat, his skin seem to crack like mantle as it barely contained the explosion within. Then within an instant, the energy was absorbed.

‘Please help me’ This time the voice trailed off with a mocking laugh.

 

His skin began to sear with a dusk hue. He desperately scraped and scratched, trying to get it all off. “What the hell? Is that fucking dirt?” All the blisters, pock-marks and scars from his accumulated years of adventure were cleansed away and even out. Wounds from sharp rocks sealed themselves up. His skin complexion unblemished and eternal.

The volcanic heat forced him to worm his way out of his shirt and pants. His temperature climbed as his brain began to shut down all his thought processes

His vision swam as he tried to navigate, running his hands against the moistened walls.

“It hurts…”

A wave of malevolent energy began to whirl around him. It was intangible, draining, dread given will and intention. His curly hair began to lengthen like a weave of vines. A few initial strands turning from dirty blonde to jet black, spreading outwards like the fall of night until every single hair was covered. His flittering fingers brushed against the hair and he let out a gasp.

He ran into the darkness panting like a hunted animal. His head ping-ponged from side to side, as he searched for whatever force was doing this to him. Searching for way out. He rushed forward in the direction of the entrance, but as his limbs stiffened, he fell face first. He tried to crawl forward along the muddy floor, but his bones snapped like branches in a typhoon. The pain killed his senses and he convulsed on the spot. Then as more changes began, his brain howled at him to get help. But no one was around. No one except a thousand screaming demons.

"Bargain with me. No! With me! No me! You owe me witch! You owe us! Your fate won’t save you"

 

"No stay away! I'm not a witch. I'm just a tourist!"

 

The hog-faced, wide-mouthed creatures skulked around his soul. Surgical like fingernails stroked his skin and drew lines of blood. Then they began to slice and flay. Neatly at first, following their plan… but then their bloodlust overcame them and they dug in their paws and claws and tore off chunks of flesh and muscle. Now his soul was laid bare and exposed. He giggled deliriously, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was being inundated with the demons by pleasure, and then pain, and then pleasure again. His waist popped outwards and took on the shape of a courtesan. His rear pushed out into an ample and taut new shape. Her neck thinned. Then he felt his rib-cage begin to crush inwards, knocking the wind out of him. More agony. His spine curved as it felt like it was going to snap in two, then smashed back against the rock. Hot blood trickled along the edges of her mouth.

His limbs began to shorten and compress. His muscles then cramped violently, his strength dwindling to nothing. Then he bucked and jerked involuntarily as the fat and muscle found homes in other parts of his body. Inch by inch he grew shorter as his spine shrunk in size further. The burly statuesque body of the climber wasted in an instant. But it was being rebuilt, giving him the toned physique of a cheetah. His chest, facial arm and testicle hair came off like the bristles of a leaf.

Every wince and moan he made sounded less like himself and more like that of a strange woman, speaking a strange language. New memories began to infest his mind. Each one was squirming and chittering. Burdened with the taint of a million monstrous acts. They whispered, this is good, this was right. I am right. Always right.

"No pleease, I don’t want to be this evil bitch"

"What, were you the Buddha to begin with? All that restrained you was a lack of power. You were nothing important. No point seeing the world if you can’t own it!"

She bombarded him with images of the things he can do with his new power. Taking, killing, fucking, raping, glorious things.

"I would… I would never do these things! Not these things."

"I think you would, for much less than some others.."

"I'm not your soulmate. Bitch"

"No, but you and me work well together. We'll do great things together.." She laughed

The flesh on his chest began to fill up with fat. Pushing it outwards, her nipples stuck out victoriously. As the mounds grew heavier and heavier, his mind turned on him. He wanted them bigger, prominent, for all the world to envy. For rulers to lust after her, and noblewomen to flicker their serpent tongues as she walked by.

“I want them bigger” The voice that came out was now hopelessly female. They eventually settled on a size that wasn’t too encumbering. She was too busy self-pleasuring with her now slender hands to complain further, digging her lengthening nails into the flesh . The nipples were even darker and thicker. She imagined a partner sucking on them, once useless male decorations now awakened to purpose. Ducts and lobules opened up inside ready to produce milk.

His struggled to breath as his face melted and slowly morphed into one no different from the women of the local villages. It began to refine and beautify itself. Lips swole, a tuck here, a pinch there until it became a fiery vision of beauty. The average white man was now a local goddess. Far improved.

She let out a dark seductive laugh. Writhing around in ecstacy.

"Thank you for this. I'm a.. a fucking devil. An inseverable source of power.” Fire ran up and down her veins. The powers of Demons, Elementals and Witches. “Oh god! All- what.. what’s happening? No please!” He screamed.

She could feel pressure building as her penis hardened, she blithered like an idiot as pulse after pulse shot a mix of blood and semen onto the floor. The channel inside sealed up with a hot searing pain and then the spongy tissue dissolved and along with the whole shaft. A line of discoloration divided his ball sack. His head shot down, eyes twitching. The man whimpered as he fought for his sense of self.

"Women don’t have these nasty things. You're not a man right? You're a woman. You were born one, and you'll die one."

His body disgusted him, this nasty thing was in the way. It needed to be dealt with. She glared at with all the hatred and ill will she could muster. With a sickening tear, it split open, and the testicles dropped to the floor. As she shook naked on the floor, her eyes locked firmly In the back of her head, the deflated freakish mess began to merge and resew itself into the taint of a woman. Two puffy brown pussy lips were moulded over a tight hole and a growing birth canal. She moaned and the hole grew wet. The hot liquid feeling like it would melt her insides. She flailed her arms around in panic, screaming as a chamber opened inside of her. Undefended, vulnerable. This was the essence of a womanhood, a child could grow inside her. But that was something she always avoided, at least until her empire was secure, and it never was. There was always more to be had.

She quickly expanded and contracted her ribcage. Gasping for breath like a newborn. The nerves at the new opening began to tingle. Her fingernails made their new to the slit and began to casually play with it. It was as if she never even knew she wanted it.

Depraved imaginations of erotica filled her mind. Orgies filled with blood and screams. Destructive lust and deeds done only because they could be. Whatever sick whims she had on any given day. Baths of blood, multiple lovers and banquets in front of her subjects while they ate dirt. No worries, inexhaustable dominion.

"Don’t think of it as death. It’s rebirth. You have the privilege of becoming me. Don’t be so petty, give it up."

He spoke to himself with her voice. Owning it as his own. "She was right, with this new body he could go where he wanted, do what he wanted. Who wants to be a fucking wage-slave anyway? Who was he to fight a Queen?"

Her body went lifeless and lurched itself breast first above the ground. His inflamed mind began to shut on and off as it tried to reconcile two personalities. But there was no fighting a witch and her demons, and the new personality began quickly winning the challenge...

The kiln of his mind began mixing the memories of the two together. Round and round the two colours clashed until the red swallowed up the blue from tail to tip like an anaconda devouring its prey. His flayed soul spasmed violently as it healed, slowly began to match the inner with the outer. His conversion was now complete.

Her eyes flashed red hot before settling on brown again. As one final touch, tattoos burned themselves all around her body, Dragons, lotuses, and sigils of unholy rites. She let out a sigh of delight. She stumbled onto her feet and swayed back and forth adjusting her new centre of gravity. Something drew her back into the cave. She glared up at a chalky figure. Who was this? She glared at it and as the realization dawned on her she began to laugh, louder and louder. She thrust her right hand into the statue’s face and let it burn. The face begun to droop and drip from the ferocity of the heat, before melting into a puddle at her feet. She swiped her arm and the statue shattered, the bulky chunks breaking even more as they smashed against the wall.

The manic emotion stopped. She screamed as harshly and viciously as possible. The unleashed anger of millennia rushed through the caverns. Rocks plummeted and lizards scattered.

“I was so close!” The Empress of Champa and Dai Viet. Destroyer of the armies of Song. Stopped in her prime. She dug her fingernails into her temples as she remembered agony that she suffered. Her beauty ruined. Crushed and reduced into nothing but stone and lines.

They sent that white-haired, white-skinned bitch… the frigid queen. Astrid…when I get my hands on you I'm going to scorch my name into every inch of your fucking skin and soul. How dare you… burying me in one of my own sigils.

As she stepped outside she screamed again. Gripping her hair and pounding on the edge of the cave walls. How many fucking years? It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair!

“Who are you? Where are you? You can’t hide from me. Whatever cave or flesh your mind hides in. I’ll burn you out of your hole Silk. That’s a promise.” She smirked, if I can find her before she is reborn too, oh the things I could do. She contemplated her position, her bargains were returned to her, she had knowledge of this world. She could take it for herself.

She spied the well-built cart-boy parked at the shore and smirked. Her first follower. As she stared longer her sex began to burn like a furnace. It had been a long time, but she could satisfy herself later. She chanted something and a black dress wrapped itself around her like a wraith. Undergarments tightened around her crotch and corpse-blue make-up appeared on her face. She walked down to him and stood silently in front of him. He held up his oar, but despite his quivering he let her drift closer. She held his biceps and ran her fingers along them.

“Can I help you?”

She petted him and stared into his eyes. His soul was now open to her.

“How about you show me where you live?” She smirked, before looking across the lake to the village.