Corruption of Space Time Goddess 02

# Note: This first chapter is a little heavy. CW for thoughts of self harm, but the story ends in a very wholesome place. It is has a happy ending <3.

|| -- Chapter 8 -- ||

A waterfall froze in place, and the falling water came to a stop in mid-air. From the leaves blowing in the breeze to the clouds in the sky and even the rotation of the world around its axis, everything came to a grinding halt.

Then, the water flowed up the cliff side and returned to the mountain from which it came. The leaves in the wind tumbled backwards, and they reconnected to the branches of their parent tree. Up above, the clouds dissipated without a single drop of rain falling, and even the sun retraced its path backwards through the sky.

"Time Reversal magic... Omniversal Recursion." Veranda clapped her hands together, completing the divine magic.

"Hm? What was that?" Trixie asked, tilting her head up at Veranda.

They had returned to the Celestial Summit, and the lesser imp stood at the bottom of the stone caldera, looking up to where Veranda sat on her tall marble throne. By using her powers as a goddess, she turned back the clock to a point before she accepted the wager.

Her breasts were back to their dignified D cups, her pussy returned to a tight slit, and even her engorged nipples and clit had gone back to their original sizes. In the instant she cast the spell, all the effects on her body disappeared, and she returned to her original divine form.

"What I do is of no concern to you." Veranda turned her gaze down towards the lesser demon. "Be on your way, imp, or I'll return you to a pile of primordial goo."

"My name's Trixie, and what about my idea for a wager?" Trixie asked. "You didn't give me an answer."

Veranda tapped her fingers against the armrest of her marble throne, staring down at the tiny demon. When they had initially met, she hadn't done a full analysis of the imp, but she decided to do one now. With a single look, she began a magical examination of her.

[ Trixie (Lesser Imp) ] [ Equipment: thin black chest sash, black thong ] [ Power Level: Weakest ] [ Status Effects: Cursed ] [ Description: Another failed experiment. ]

"I refuse the very concept of entering a wager with a *failure* like you." Veranda fixed her iciest gaze on the demon, and she summoned all her regal grace to outstretch her hand and give a shooing motion towards her. "Begone, Trixie. If it will get you to leave, I'll remember your name, but I won't hesitate to smite you in the future. Consider this your one and only warning to never enter my presence again."

At the word 'failure', Trixie visibly flinched, and her bangs parted. A lone brown eye stared up at Veranda, stretching wide in surprise, then her crude bowl cut fell back into place, obscuring her eyes once more.

Veranda continued to stare down at the demon with murderous intent. She did not hide the malevolent aura forming around her, and she let her divine mana spill out, washing through the stone caldera like a thick wave.

"As y-you wish..." Trixie bowed her head, and she choked on her words. "This failure shall see herself out."

She stepped back, and a portal opened behind her. As Veranda continued to direct a murderous stare at her, Trixie retreated through the portal, and it blinked out of existence, disappearing.

--

Back in the forest, Trixie jumped out of the portal, and she landed in a brightly lit forest.

Unlike the first time, Veranda didn't appear with her. There was no wager and no bet, only the sound of the wind blowing across the tree branches. It was a familiar sound to Trixie, but at that moment, she hated it.

The chill it brought felt horrible against her skin, and the whisper of it in her ears served as a grim reminder of how empty the forest truly was. Not even the buzz of insects or chirps of birds broke up the monotonous drone of the wind. It was an unnatural silence only interrupted by the rustle of the breeze through forest foliage. In this place, if she wanted to hear a voice, the only option was her own.

"It's been a long time since I was called a failure, huh?" Trixie said to herself, and she sank down to her knees, sitting on the forest floor. "I wonder why she used that word..."

Trixie stared at her hands in silence. Only an hour earlier, she'd been bubbling with energy and excitement to explore new worlds. The one and only benefit to being an imp was that it allowed her to teleport anywhere, even to other dimensions and unexplored places. The multiverse was her sandbox to play in, but she no longer had the drive to go dimension hopping.

"I'm not a failure..." Trixie said under her breath, and she tightened her fists into balls.

As she stared down at them, tears fell from her eyes. Hot burning drops obscured her vision, and her breath came in choking gasps. It had been more than a few decades since she last cried, but 'that word' always seemed to do it.

It was a beautiful day in the forest. Her lush surroundings had never looked prettier. However, the word continued to echo in her head. Over and over, the word 'failure' was repeated, and the tears grew worse. Like a dam giving way, her cheery attitude crumbled, and she buried her face in her hands.

Why did the goddess use that word for her? Perhaps she was all-knowing, but even then, it was too cruel. All she wanted to do was cause a little mischief, yet now she sat in the forest, crying. She was pathetic to let a single word ruin her day, but she couldn't help it. In the end, she truly was just a failure.

A lone tentacle monster crawled out from some bushes in front of her.

At the sight of Trixie, it approached where she sat and came to a stop next to her. With an outstretched tentacle, it prodded at her knee, giving a gentle poke, but she didn't react. She continued to hold her hands over her eyes, giving choking sobs.

"It's not fair..." she said quietly. "Why does such a beautiful day need to turn out like this?"

The sun spilled brilliant pools of light through the canopy of the forest. They lit up her lush surroundings and gave it a picturesque quality that surpassed even the most beautiful paintings, but it felt like a dark cloud had descended over it.

The word 'failure' repeated in her ears ad infinitum, and she felt like she was choking. Every gasping breath came more labored than the last, and the hot tears pushed themselves out regardless of her will. She had just wanted to have fun today, but it had somehow turned out like this.

More tentacles emerged from the underbrush, and they surrounded her in a half-circle.

Trixie looked up, still crying, but she smiled at the sight of them. She knew the number of every single one. There was the adventurous #21, the timid #89, the resourceful #118, the persistent #5, the adaptable #9, and even the wise #192...

She continued naming them off in her head, smiling at the tentacles and monsters in front of her.

"I'm sorry, everyone..." Trixie said in a whisper. "I promised to bring someone we could play with, but... I can't do it today."

The thought of going out again made her feel nauseous. The sight of the goddess's murderous glare flashed through her mind, and it made even more tears fall from her eyes. The memory of those golden eyes staring down at her with contempt was unforgettable.

Over and over, the scene played out in her mind. The goddess called her a failure, and then the murderous aura washed over her. In that instant, she was sure she would die, and she would have deserved it. By messing with an unknown god, she'd stepped too far, and she'd get turned into a pile of goo.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Trixie said through choking sobs. She didn't know who she was even apologizing to, but she was sorry. A failure like her shouldn't even exist, let alone go around bothering people for her own sense of fun.

A lone blue slime inched out of the crowd of tentacles. It came to a stop at Trixie's feet and stuck out a small blue tendril, patting her leg. The touch was light, and the blue slime was so weak she could barely feel it, but Trixie noticed the familiar touch instantly.

She looked up and gave the small blue slime a forced smile. "Thank you, #9."

Despite it all, they were still together. Even through it all, the tentacles and monsters around her hadn't abandoned each other. Trixie wiped her eyes on her arm, doing her best to dry her tears, and turned her gaze towards them all.

"We'll always have each other," she said to them, summoning as much confidence as she could. Her tears didn't quite stop, but she ignored them to stare at the crowd of gathered monsters. "No matter what, we'll always stick together. That's our promise!"

As she cried, the crowd of tentacle monsters had grown far beyond the small semi-circle. The mess of tentacle bodies stretched as far as the eye could see. They'd all come to cheer her up, and after she put on a smile, they waved their tentacles in the air, cheering through what little means they could. However, even as she stared out over the sea of her friends, Trixie's smile wavered.

--

That night, she sat on a small rock overlooking the forest. A waterfall ran off the cliff beside her, and the sound of gurgling water gave a reprieve from the incessant wind.

Unlike the wind, the water reminded Trixie of that blue slime. The slime lived in the small pool at the base of the waterfall, and she was one of the few non-tentacle monsters in the forest. Rarely did the blue slime get to play with the visitors of the forest, but when she did, she always managed to stand out.

Trixie laughed to herself, thinking about her small blue friend and all the ways #9 would tease the forest guests, but her mirth didn't last long. Trixie's laugh trailed off, and her shoulders slumped.

"We aren't failures... right?" She turned her gaze down towards the forest at the bottom of the cliff, and her eyes watered again.

Countless of her friends lived there. She'd spent over a century with them, and the thought of them being labeled as failures was horrible. However, it was the truth. She alone had a name, but even she was a failure. That goddess had been right.

"If an all-powerful woman like her says it, it must be true..." Trixie hugged her knees to her chest. She felt fresh tears welling up, but she did her best to hold them back. Once she started crying, it was difficult to stop, so she couldn't let even a single tear fall.

Crying now would worry the others, and then they'd come swarm her again. As much as she appreciated the thought, she just wanted to be alone. As harsh as the chilly nighttime air was, it felt good. The cold, uncaring company of the wind was all a failure like her deserved.

"Ahghh..." A strangled cry escaped her lips as hot tears welled up in her eyes. Despite her best efforts to keep them contained, they burned their way out. "Now I've really done it..."

She couldn't keep her emotions in check. No proper demon would start crying just from some words, and especially not twice in the same day. However, the more she cried, the more pathetic she felt, and her shoulders shook as the choking sobs escaped her.

"Perhaps... Perhaps it would be better if I were turned into goo..." Trixie thought back to that goddess's threat. If she returned to that place of stars, she'd get smitten down by her divine powers. However, that didn't sound like such a bad thing.

It was what a failure like her deserved. Wouldn't it be better if she returned to the primordial soup she was born in?

"Open... Gate of Erith." Trixie whispered the words under her breath, and a glowing white portal appeared in front of her.

If she stepped through it, she'd get transported back to that stone caldera. The goddess would see her, and then she'd get turned into goo. Trixie could still remember that murderous aura the goddess had shown. It was far beyond anything a mortal could produce.

"Living as goo or as a lesser imp," Trixie said under her breath. "I wonder which would be worse?"

Her eyes fell into a half-lidded slump, and she stood up. Slowly, she walked up to the glowing rift in space, standing in front of it. Going in would be crazy. Returning to that caldera would be to tempt fate twice in a day. There was no way she would survive. However, there was a certain allure to the portal.

"Getting turned into some goo doesn't sound so bad..." Trixie stretched out her hand towards the portal, and a bittersweet smile rose to her lips. Even as the tears ran down her cheeks, she smiled.

She didn't know how long she held the position, fingers hovering inches from her certain doom. It felt like hours and only an instant all at once. In the end, however, she couldn't do it.

"What am I thinking?" Trixie wiped away her tears and shook her head. "I'm so dumb."

She turned around, about to close the portal. However, right before she could, a gust of wind ran over the top of the cliff. From the dark forest opposite the portal, the wind rushed out, and it was far stronger than any wind she'd felt before.

"What the--!?" Trixie's eyes snapped open in surprise at the sudden gust, but by the time she realized what was happening, it was too late.

The air caught her wings, and it threw her backwards at the glowing rift in space. The same glowing rift that would take her to her certain doom, the same glowing rift that would lead to the throne of an angered goddess, she fell back toward it.

"No--! I don't want to die." She tried to flap her wings, but they were too small, and her magic circuits were far too slow to react. A failure like her had no chance to avoid the glowing portal. "Ahhhhhhh!"

She let out a scream of terror, then the rift swallowed up her form, whisking her back to the Celestial Summit.

--

Trixie tumbled out of the portal, rolling across the stone ground.

She came to a stop at the foot of the goddess's throne. It was large and made of pure white marble. The stairs leading up to the seat alone took up several dozen meters, and the throne was tall enough for it to tower over the rest of the caldera.

"I beg your forgiveness." Trixie flipped onto her knees, bending over to put her head on the ground and grovel at the base of the throne. "Please don't kill me!"

She expected the same murderous aura she felt during her last visit, but there was no killing intent directed towards her. Even after she lowered herself to the ground, there was no response to her plea.

"Uhm..." Trixie raised her head, looking up towards the apex of the massive marble throne. However, what she saw there defied expectations. "Eh?"

The goddess she had met last time had her legs splayed over the arms of her throne. She had her bare crotch exposed and two fingers thrust inside herself. With her other hand, she had grabbed her breast, squeezing the large D cups that could make an archdemon jealous.

"Wh-What are you doing here!?" When the goddess noticed Trixie's presence, she slammed her legs closed and sat up in her seat. "I thought I told you not to come back!"

A deep blush filled the goddess's cheeks, and it reached up to her ears. There was no sign of her murderous aura from before, and even as her face turned bright red from embarrassment, the goddess fidgeted in her seat. She even had one hand between her legs, continuing to rub herself despite getting caught in the act.

Trixie stared up at her in dumbfoundment, and she found herself at a loss for words. She had been sure this goddess was an all-powerful deity, but here she was masturbating. Her chest looked flushed from exertion, and with the drip of arousal running down the steps of her throne, it was clear she'd already orgasmed more than twice.

If she were smarter, Trixie would have turned around and fled. However, after hours of crying to herself and being tormented by the fear and humiliation at this woman's words, she couldn't help but laugh. All her fear melted away, and she threw back her head.

"Hahaha! What is that? So the all-important goddess was a pervert all along..." Trixie wiped a tear from her eye, but it was a tear from laughter, and she couldn't help holding her belly as a fit of giggles overcame her. "It's a shame you didn't accept my wager. Our forest would have been a perfect place for a pervert like you."

"What!?" The goddess flinched, and she gave an indignant splutter. "Your impertinence knows no bounds. I'll make you regret those words, imp... I mean, Trixie."

The bright red flush grew an even deeper red in the goddess's cheeks, but she corrected herself. Despite all her bluster earlier and calling her an imp, she'd used her name, and Trixie blinked in surprise.

"So you really did remember my name..." There was no greater honor for a demon than to have their name learned, and for a goddess of all people to learn it, it brought a tear to Trixie's eye. "Perhaps you're not such a bad goddess after all."

"What is that supposed to mean? And why haven't you left? This is clearly... private... Ohhghghghghskdfshj." The goddess's back arched, and her eyes fluttered. Even as they continued talking, she was rubbing between her legs, and she visibly toppled into an orgasm.

"Hey, goddess..." Trixie said, and she bit her lower lip, trying to decide what to do.

To have a goddess like this cumming her brains out in front of her was an opportunity of a lifetime. Perhaps a better imp could have thought of some contract or wager to pull, but after her rough day, Trixie could only think of one thing to do.

"Ms. Goddess, would you like me to bring some of my friends by?" she asked.

There was no way an almighty goddess like this would deign to entertain some of the failed tentacle experiments. She probably had access to divine beasts far more effective than some backwater forest tentacles, but Trixie had to ask. The sight of her masturbating like this made her think of all the other guests that had enjoyed their forest. Surely this goddess might be able to appreciate her friends too?

"They're really good at what they do," Trixie said hurriedly. "I'm sure they'll be able to satisfy you."

"By your friends, you mean..." The blush on the goddess's cheeks grew even deeper, but she continued rubbing between her legs. Even as she wavered in indecision, she continued masturbating.

"They're some tentacles, and they come in all shapes and sizes," Trixie said. "Some can suck on your nipples or clit, while others are adapted for penetration. A lot of them have unique magic to make you feel even better during sex!"

"Even better..." The goddess's eyes fluttered, and she took a slow breath. With one hand, she reached up and groped herself, squeezing her breasts as she stared down at Trixie. "Yes... I feel like I'm not as satisfied with my own fingers. I need..."

Her gaze took on a distant look, and at the sight of her blushing and glassy-eyed visage, Trixie grinned to herself. A pervert like this was exactly who could appreciate their tentacles. It didn't even look like she'd need to be softened up before meeting their weaker members.

"I'll come back tomorrow," Trixie said hurriedly. "Tomorrow, I'll bring a friend you can enjoy. I know they'll be able to satisfy you."

"Wait, I didn't agree to anything!" The goddess called out to her, but Trixie hopped back in her portal, returning to the forest before she could object.

It was exciting that a divine being would play with them, but even more than that, she felt a strange warmth in her chest. After returning to the forest, Trixie grinned to herself. The goddess had remembered her name, after all.

|| -- Chapter 9 -- ||

It all started after Trixie left.

Veranda watched the imp disappear, and she let out a sigh of relief. After hours of humiliation in the forest, she was back in her domain and beneath the familiar nebula of the Celestial Summit. There was no sign of Trixie returning, and she had all the time in the universe to enjoy herself.