Grimmlord 2.10 (Patreon)

Grimmlord sat on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, twisting his hair around his fingers. Dangercat had promised him she would be right back with a solution to his horny emergency, but it seemed to him like it was taking forever, and his mind kept drifting back to his first kiss as a girl, the feeling of his body pressed against Apex, the pressure of the bulge in Apex’ pants pressing against his…

“Omigod!” Grimmlord gasped. “Why can’t I go more than two minutes without thinking about— that!”

Knock.

“Come in!”

DangerCat walked in, and she was holding a white, rectangular box.

“What’s that? Come on. I need to stop feeling this,” Grimmlord said, grabbing at the box.

“Wow, you do have it bad,” DangerCat said, laughing.

“It’s NOT funny!” Grimmlord shrieked, desperate, grabbing for the box. “Give it to ME!”

“Okay, okay,” DangerCat said, handing him the box.

Grimmlord ripped the lid off and threw it across the room, then stood, frozen, staring, his mouth hanging open in shock.

“Do you need some help on how to use it?” Dangercat said, actually just wanting to leave the room and let him at it.

Grimmlord reached into the box and lifted out a long, thick dildo. It was one of the sleek, modernist types that looked like more like a jet plane than an flesh and blood organ, but it had a distinctive shape to it that left no doubt as to its purpose. Grimmlord slit his eyes and pushed the button at the end of the dildo. It began to vibrate. “Come on. Stop joking.”

“That’s what I would use,” DangerCat said. “If I were in your predicament.”

“Get out,” Grimmlord said, till holding the dildo, but now waving it at DangerCat. “Get out.”

“You’re a woman now, and there is no need to be embarrassed about your sexual needs,” DangetCat said.

“What is this? Am episode of The View?” Grimmlord threw the dildo across the room, sending it bouncing into a corner.

“Try it. You might like it.”

“I would not like it. Goodbye. I will find a solution of my own.”

“Good luck with that,” DangerCat said, leaving.

As soon as she left, Grimmlord sat back down on his bed, crossed his legs and put his hands in his lap. “My brain is stronger than my body,” he whispered. “I will simply will myself to stop wanting sex.”

Buzzzzzz….. buzzzzzz…. Buuzzzzzz….

He had forgotten to turn the dildo off. It buzzed away in the corner, jiggling around on the carpet.

“My brain is stronger… my brain is stronger…”

Grimmlord looked over at the dildo, and he immediately felt the increasingly familiar clench, the need to be filled. The sight of it made him drool, and seeing it moving sent shockwaves through his mind.

“DangerCat,” he cursed, getting up, grabbing the dildo. He started to smash it agains the wall, meaning to break it into a million pieces, thought about tossing it out into the hall.

But his eyes began to caress the phallic shape of it, and then he ran his hand over the length of it, feeling it in his palm, against his fingers. His whole body began to tingle, and he was filled with the most delicious feeling of happiness even as his whole body heated up again and the hunger that had been consuming him invited and doubled and his knees went weak as he sighed and walked, as if in a dream, over to his bed.

He could smell his hot, wet sex now. It was the smell of a woman, one he’d smiled many time as a man, but now it was him, and instead of fling him with a need to penetrate, he felt a need to be penetrated, a desperate urge to have this thing thrusting into him.

Hardly even aware of what he was doing, he desperately pulled his sweat pants down, pushed his compression shorts down over his soft, wide hips, lay on his back and spread his legs. Manly fear trembled to the surface as he lay back, holding the dildo with both hands, his legs spread, his sex open to the world. There was no going back after this. Even if— when— he regained his true sex, he would always know what it was to be a woman, to have a—

“Just shut up,” he whispered to himself, his needs overcoming his insecurity, and he brought the vibrating tip of the dildo to brush against the lips of his vagina. “Oh! He squeaked, a glorious new pleasure sending chills through his body. “Oh!” He played the tip along the length of his new sex, teasing himself, gasping, panting, an then he could no longer resist as he slipped the dildo between the lips of his vagina and pushed it into himself.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Waves of pleasure crashed against him, a desperate hunger he’d never known, and as he worked to bring himself to climax he lost all sense of himself. There was no Grimmlord. No more Keith Lee. There was only woman,

“I believe this situation calls for the use of tactics!” Simulata shouted over the sound of incoming gun fire.

“No kidding!” Spellbinder shouted back, holding up a magical shield that caught the impact of the Gattling Blaster mounted on the tower above them. The shield shimmered and flashed, and seemed close to the point of breaking.

“I will refrain from kidding as you request,” Simuulata answered, blasting one of the guards who’ foolishly run up, trying to engage her withs some sort of power blade. “Though I believe kidding to be a part of human—“

“Focus on the fight!”

Battling their way through the mansion, they’d made it to the courtyard only to find themselves pinned down. While the guards had proven no match for the two heroes so far, outside they’d faced two obstacles that had made what had looked like it would be an easy escape very challenging. First, there were extremely powerful Gatling lasers, clearly from the future, mounted above them and capable of inflicting great harm. Second, there was a robot between them and the door- shaped like a cube with hundreds of arms, it spun and fired, all the while protected by a force field neither Simulata nor Spellbinder had been able to penetrate.

“As I was saying,” Simulata said, dodging a chuck of stone. “We need a strategy.”

“And what would that be?”

“Call for help!”

“Yes. Of course. I’ve been so busy tying not to die.”

“Which I cannot fault as a short term necessity.”

“So, do it! Send out a distress signal!”

“Done. And help is arriving in 10… 9…. 8….”

Before Simulta could even finish, a streak of red crashed into the Cube Bot, sending it tumbling across the courtyard. At the same time, another streak send the soldiers manning the Gatling Laser flying off the wall, screaming as they plunged to the ground.

The Cube, sparking and smoking rose and began to pummel Apex with a barrage of rockets and lasers, driving him backward in a cloud of smoke and flames, but as the Cube focused on him, Spellbinder and Simulata attacked, shattering it into a smoldering shower of scrap.

“What the hell was that?” Apex said, looking down in shock to see that not only was his typical impervious suit torn, but his chest was bleeding. “Am I injured? No one had been able to injure me since Galaxian!”

“It is a robot from the future,” Simulata said, spraying Apex with a healing agent.

“That’s cold!”

“What are you doing here?” Pronto, the speedster who’d knocked the guards off the wall, said.

“We came to find out who turned Grimmlord into a female,” Simulata said. “And, the answer was most surprising.”

“Who was it?”

“We also found out how to change him back,” Spellbinder said. ‘I really can’t believe who changed him, though. It’s really surprising."

“But who changed him?” Apex asked, though the thought that the woman he’d fallen madly in love with might be turned back into a man unnerved him.

“We must get to Grimmlord immediately!” Spellbinder said. “Now that we know, I believe he will be in great danger.”

“Yes, but who changed him?” Pronto shouted.

“No time for that! Go with Simulata to get the transformation machine ready. Apex, you and I need to get to Grimmlord.”

“You aren’t seriously going to leave us hanging?” Apex said.

“I will tell you,” Simulata said.

They all stared at her, the sound of sparking, dying technology all around them.

“And?” Apex finally burst out.

“Just kidding!” Simulata said. “Ha. Ha. Ha.”

“Let’s go. There’s no time to waste!”

And with that, the heroes sprung into action.