Milf Wars 2

I've had a page or so of this written for a while, but it all came together today. Exploring the last 3 factions that didn't come up much in the first story. A bit more a of a look into the deified breeders' thoughts and methods

The empire of Golden Hera was as luxurious as one could expect in the time after the mother of all wars. Things were healthy there and majestic to look upon her many stone cities. While she didn’t have the most members of her army, she controlled the most territory out of all of the Mothers. That meant resources and routes that she kept from the others, whenever she wasn’t skirmishing over precisely where her borders stood. Hera made her home in the arena, seemingly awake at all hours. It was an ancient stadium salvaged for her own use, where the soldiers could perform in morale-boosting shows of skill while the peasantry could compete in bloody sport to show themselves as worthy of Hera's great and holy army. There was no need for promises of Valhalla because their goddess was already there to fight beside them.

The brightly blonde woman was in her usual position; laying back on an enormous padded lounging sofa. Hera was nearly seven feet tall and wore a gold-lined toga that simply hung off of her body. Women wearing nothing but a set of artificial wings were on, near, or floating over her luxurious throne. Her chosen valkyries tended to her rather few needs, as the deified mother always appeared groomed and spotless. Her personal set of nanotechnology was nearly unmatched to the point where some of her armaments were understandably mistaken for magic.

She watched with an apathetically lazy smile as a solidly-built man in the coliseum below fended off three others with nothing but a spear. She gave a dismissive little sound and one of the valkyries floated over to with a candy-coated strawberry. She didn't have to watch the rest of the fight to know that two would fall before the single man perished trying against the last. A shame, but she had plenty more willing peasants where that came from.

One of her valkyries emitted a beeping noise. She landed and spread her wings wide, touching her ear while the tips of the wings blinked. "Goddess Golden Hera. Our scouts have dire news."

"Go on," Hera said smoothly, as if ready to ignore this as well if she didn't care for one of the words to come.

"They found the last scouting party. Mother Thorn has struck again. Pieces were eaten off the bodies as usual."

Hera gave a short snarl, breaking her seemingly immortal patience. "Thorn?! That wild bitch again!" The radiant blonde stood up, an action which on its own was enough that all around her rose to full attention. "Her and her thieving little animals... valkyries! Deploy. We're handling this ourselves!"

The mortals around her stepped farther back to grant her space to do as she pleased. The winged women started to float off while one tanned brunette waited for her. "Shall I fetch the war chariot, my goddess?"

Hera considered the gold-lined aircraft briefly. "No. It would only slow me down," she decided. "You, mortal!" She waved to one of her common guards on a level below, worthy of serving her but not being in her direct presence. "See that my Chosen are made ready. I expect a celebratory orgy upon my return and two hours should be enough time for them to prepare."

"Yes, goddess!" The armored man saluted as Hera swept a hand around her. A golden veil of light flashed as her mystical nanomachines lifted her into the air and she rocketed after her valkyries towards the dense woods.

The saying was that all that is green was ruled by Sacred Thorn. It was also said that she was a cannibal savage born to a bear and an ape. Others said sap ran in her veins instead of blood and she crafted weapons from her victims' bones. They were all things that Thorn herself wanted various people to believe, and while some questioned her intelligence, it was one of her greatest assets. The tribal woman was practical and strong, and while she was truly savage and simple in her means of survival, she was tactical in evading and manipulating her enemies with her few but powerful troops. It was how she kept Hera frustrated by picking at her borders, and how she and her troops would take offensive bites out of their dead enemies. Thorn made sure that they never ate it, of course; she knew it was unhealthy on all sorts of levels. It did put a little extra fear into their enemies though to think that they would.

Thorn laughed over their latest victory in the middle of her camp. She drank from an old mug, the carvings along its outside well faded. It depicted some ancient scenes of battle, an ancient stein that she had stolen from Hera’s temple herself. It still have “World’s best mom” carved into the side, and she was sure to keep it cleanly carved. Their many beasts watched or fed along the borders along with a few human handlers to interpret. They all had the same practical attire of animal skins and leathers, complimented by whatever metal or fragments of real armor they had picked off the earth or their enemies. 

Sacred Thorn herself had won plenty of armor and materials over her many years of battle, but she passed it around to her soldiers and children. It was a show of strength and confidence to wear nothing but some primitive fur bikini made of the toughest beasts in the lands (the ones who could withstand cannons and laser blasts). She had long and wild red hair, tangled with knots and braids in a stark contrast to Golden Hera. Her skin was deeply tanned and her eyes a matching brown. She was covered in the perfectly kept muscle of a survivor; a runner's build of lean muscle that bulged in use like some filthier version of a sporting goods model. Her simple wooden chair acted as her throne, but it had a number of powerful weapons laying at its side at all times.

Her troops feasted and revelled as she stroked the hair of one of her Allfathers. Despite the title, they were younger than some of the more venerable warriors. The blonde young man was spoiled as one of her favorites, being the latest one to fill her with children. It was a few months ago that she had chosen him at their last revelry and had him mount her on her throne. The drinking and rowdiness had stopped as the army noticed, cheering and howling to encourage the boy to give her strong young. Their shamans said it would be greater than she'd hoped; a pureblood, so another to breed for their clan. It was why she treasured the boy in particular. The successful Allfathers were given the choice to stay with her like a protected and pampered servant or lead her armies with the finest positions and weaponry. Tyre had chosen to stay with her, something she'd appreciated.

There was a sudden humming and the beasts were immediately on edge. Some of the riding birds squawked their warnings before lasers began to pelt the assembly. They only had about a second before the grizzled warriors were ready, weapons never far from hands. Dinner plates were turned over to reveal their shields on the other side to deflect some of the incoming fire. The valkyries zipped overhead as Golden Hera herself flew at the edge of the party, making even said seasoned warriors and monstrous animals cringe away.

"I do hope you were expecting me," Hera said in an ominously patient tone. "Otherwise I'd feel incredibly rude for ruining such a... classless party. Thankfully, I got your invitation." Hera motined at the air and with a shimmer of magic, one of her patrol's corpses with the bite taken out flew out of a portal and at their feet.

Thorn gave a swift gesture and the troops started to move. Most readied for battle while more gathered and loaded their supplies onto their beasts of burden. "So the queen is finally off her throne," Thorn smirked, standing and taking up two of her weapons; a rough old axe and a club the size of a man's torso.

"Goddess, my dear Thorn. I can't emphasize the difference enough to your uneducated mind." The valkyries buzzed by again, the nude women raising their guns and peppering the area with more laser fire. A few of the troops went down, but Thorn whistled sharply. A bear the size of a big rig truck burst from the trees and tore one out of the air between its teeth, shaking it around to ensure it was dead and throwing it away.

"What you call education is brainwashing," Thorn defied as she walked towards Hera slowly. "We live pure and free."

"Among dogs and pigs with more fleas than I can count. Oh wait." A glowing screen flashed past Hera's eyes too fast for most of the mortals to notice. "Five thousand and twenty. More vermin than you have troops, if I'm not mistaken."

"And each worth a hundred of yours," Thorn scoffed. She leapt through the air like a rocket, but Hera had expected as much. She floated to one side so that Thorn's incoming jump would prove useless. The wild Mother ignored it and kicked off the tree behind her, redirecting herself and shooting off again to slam Hera in the arm with her club. The goddess gave a scream with her beautiful voice like an off-tune note. A brutal cracking noise accompanied it via her arm as it bent out of shape. Thorn swept with her axe, but Hera floated out of the way and shoved the hand aside. It wasn't the first time she'd met Thorn's crude weapons head on, so she knew well to avoid them no matter how godly the Mothers seemed.

Thorn touched back down as her men started to rally and bring down a few of the valkyries. The flying women regenerated from any minor hits from swords and arrows, letting them resort to diving. One radiant blonde woman landed by kicking a large warrior in the head, straddling his chest briefly before firing into his skull and taking off again. Thorn let out a few quick barks, organizing them quickly into new formation. The ones working on supplies threw rope to the troops, starting to fill the air with tethered harpoons. The valkyries started to lose their momentum, either being speared and dragged down or simply too busy avoiding the cables in their way.

"If ever you will slay us, Hera, it is not in the forest," Thorn declared proudly. "Our bodies feed the forest which strengthens the land which spreads our seeds. The earth is stronger than us all, and we will rule all that is green. It's only a matter of time."

Hera snarled down at Thorn, her arm crackling as it reassembled the broken bone. It wouldn't do to have her followers see her with so much as a bruise. "Time is not an asset for you, dear Thorn. I'll have you savages bound someday and you'll join me or die."

"Your tiny graves would be too weak to contain us," Thorn laughed. She leapt up again, catching herself on a branch with her axe and twirling to land on to of it. She swung the club again, but Hera recoiled quickly. "Learned to fear my Club of Urkel, have you?"

"Your what?!"

"Of Urkel. Like your ancient hero demigod."

"That..." Hera looked at Thorn, briefly baffled. "That was Hercules! You idiot! You're doing this on purpose now!!"

The clever savage laughed as the goddess fumed. Hera threw out a hand and more small portals appeared, spewing jets of fire in every direction. Forest fires broke out all around her as Thorn leapt back out of her flaming tree. She grabbed the long staff from beside her throne, spinning around and whipping it so hard that the winds themselves bent to her strength. The force of her swing launched a burst of air that doused the fires in one sweep before they could do much damage.

At least it was enough that Hera could blindside her, tackling her rival Mother into her throne. The two of them toppled into the dirt, something Thorn noted with brief satisfaction (even if her nanites were instantly and slowly cleaning and healing any results of their fight).

Thorn thrust her spear up at Hera, but it was too close to get a clean shot. Hera slapped her across the face and even the immature blow gave a resounding BOOM from the impact. A mortal would have their neck broken, but Thorn replied with an uppercut to knock her back off. Even the goddess reeled from that, and two more speedy blows knocked her further back.

Hera finally summoned a small barrier, glowing blue as it blocked Thorn's next kick. Hera glowed for a moment herself before a repulsion field appeared in a burst of energy, launching Thorn back and crashing her into a few tables. Thorn winced, but she grabbed a messy handful of meat and flung it at Hera. She glared grimly back at her, creating another minor barrier to deflect it away. The liquid still broke through, splattering her garb with the sweet honey sauce.

Hera grabbed Thorn by the throat, lifting her up off the ground. She glared bitterly into the savage's eyes, but it didn't last long as Thorn kicked her in the knee. It put her off balance enough for Thorn to twist herself around, getting her legs around Hera's arm and swinging to smash her into the table ahead of her. The food splattered on the impeccably tidy woman as she let out an outraged scream. Thorn bounced her head off the wood, but Hera created a forcefield around her fist and smashed her in the muscular stomach. Thorn gagged and recoiled, sending a quick kick to Hera's ribs as some spiteful payback. The goddess cringed and collapsed onto the table.

Thorn sniffed the air and looked around. The clearing was emptied of the combatants; the last of her cherubs were dragged off by the wolves to feed the beasts, pieces of their salvage left behind in the rush. If any cherubs had followed Thorn's army, they'd be sure to be either lost or picked off. Her people had moved somewhere else in the mayhem, bt they were safe.

Thorn turned to look seriously at Hera. The goddess had a similar look on her face; the scanners had appeared in front of her eyes again. "You were with child!?" Hera hissed at her.

"You smell pregnant too!" Thorn accused. The lone women sized each other up, weighing the situation. "How long?"

"My life prophets say I am due in a few weeks. A birth in a mere 2 months. Ancient sciences at work," Hera said with a tinge of pride on her words.

"I hold two in me," Thorn said, patting her impossible ripped stomach despite her claims. "My people tend three months and barely slows us down. Evolution at work."

"A war fought by breeding," Hera mused, a common phrase used in reference to the Mothers. "It has become us." Hera looked annoyed, but it was an improvement. She looked over the ruined remains of the camp. "Is that my mug?"

"Ha!" Thorn gave a single proud laugh. "It certainly is."

"Give it back."

"Never."

Hera growled through a sigh. "You are NOT the world's best mother. You're the world's worst sister." Hera regarded Thorn with a frown. "You sure you wouldn't come back? A pantheon is better than a goddess. And it's what our mother would have wanted."

"I don't remember our mother, and neither do you," Thorn scoffed. "I can't even remember how old I am. And if you're old enough t claim you're immortal to your people, then I bet neither do you."

Hera brought up her computer feed in a language Thorn could barely read anymore. "The timelines were scrapped ages ago. Nobody knows what year it is. I've had them create a calender based around my fertility, which hasn't helped them keep track any better."

"And that's why you're still everything I hate." Thorn rapped a knuckle on a tree trunk (her strength leaving shallow dents in the bark where she hit). "This is where I belong. Just like you belong in a coliseum with people literally fighting over your pussy."

Hera's face soured at the vulgar way of putting it. "Well..." She looked around once more, sure she wouldn't find Thorn in this location again. She gestured and every piece of tech in the immediate area from her valkyries returned to float beside her. "I hope your children are healthy ones."

"And I hope your child is happy, because that means it won't be fighting me. I imagine I'll see you in a few weeks when you're through?"

"I'll try to pick up the pace for you. Then I'll see about ending you with an audience." Hera nodded to Thorn, floated off the ground and returned to her kingdom to report how her valkyries had served her well and ascended in her service. She had plenty more willing to replace them.

"Oh, Boooooris!" Lifeblood Jane clapped her hands and one of her zombies lurched over. If any Mother would be considered a mad scientist, it was clearly Jane. She lived in her underground laboratory, skin permanently green, hair slimey and with a pair of broad-headed tentacles growing from behind her shoulders. She was always nude and her breasts in different sizes, as ready to experiment on herself as she was with her troops. It was why most of her units were simply one of her "recycled," disposable zombies she could shove a weapon into and let loose to inconvenience her foes. The dead weren't hard to come by, especially in her questionable cloning facility.

The groaning zombie held a small armload of clipboards. Jane snatched one up with a tentacle, smiling pleasantly. "Thank you, handsome. Hmm. 97% failure rate on the new serum... the tunnel guts showing some unusual new growths... Gene Freak morale at a new low... blood production up 5%. Looking good!" She shoved it back into Boris' arms and dusted off her hands. Boris gave a witless grunt as she went on towards the labs.

Jane looked at things very differently from the others. She remembered being a scientist at one point, though she could only assume it was for genetics or biology or something. She didn't really use science these days since there wasn't a lot of functional equipment around that anyone understood. What she did was... create. Experiment. After all, if you built a car, wasn't it technically your baby? You made it, you raised it, you lived with it... so weren't her chemically reanimated zombies her children? Just like all her mutants and monsters and ambiguous flesh lumps that she raised and created (or at least mutated).

"Sooo!" she chimed, casually shoving open one of the doors to her chambers. "What have we here? Experiment num- OH! OH SHIT! Boris, what IS that?!"

The normal woman on the operating table looked at her quizzically. Jane broken into a delighted cackle at her response. "I'm kidding. I've seen a human before. Lots, actually. Just not for very long. So anyway, how are you?"

"I... don't know. I was with Malice's army, and then... something grabbed me? I don't remember much..." The husky blonde woman wasn't pretty by the conventional standards. She had thick facial features and broad shoulders without much mass to her breasts. One of those tough enough to live through Black Malice's torturous lifestyle and stay sane. She'd have made a good football player in a more peaceful time.

"Yes, this place has that effect on people. Something in the air." Jane gave a sniff and looked over the woman. "Boris, I distinctly requested this one be nude for the procedure. Gustav! Pablo!" Two more zombies came lurching closer. The bound woman cringed at the sight of the rotting green creatures as they clawed at her clumsily. They tore off the black uniform, leaving her in less and less as Janet watched in amusement. She was too stuck to struggle, and disoriented from the drugs in the air that muddled the senses of pureblood intruders.

"What are you doing?" the captive asked. Janet waited until she was naked on the table, her pale and scarred skin exposed. Janet cracked her knuckles.

"You see, Number 168, I'm your savior. I like to think I bring the best out of people." She patted 168 (since neither of them could remember her name) on a broad and muscular breast. "Not everyone's willing to accept it, but who are we to deny perfection? Not me, that's for sure! Just look at Boris here!" The gawking zombie barely responded. "He never frowns, he's never hungry, and he listens to his betters. Happy and functional!"

"So... you're going to make me into that?" 168 asked warily.

"Oh, that's a worst case scenario." The naked doctor sat on the operating table, her round green ass just touching against the patient's arm. "I don't know how much Malice teaches you out there, but there's this thing called genetics. It's this tiny thing that makes you look like you. I'm just going to..." She raised one of her tentacles into the air and wiggled it around. "Stir that up a little and see if I can't get that moving in the right direction. I'm even starting to get good at it after all these years! What's the success rate again, Boris?!"

"Nruuuuhh..."

"Yea, something like that." She leaned over to whisper in 168's ear. "I have no idea what he's saying. He just likes it when I pretend."

The captive looked at her in confusion. "I don't have to remember much to tell you're nuts."

"Ha! Nuts. Please," Jane laughed. "Primitive at best. I've adapted long beyond the need for relying on the unreliability of male genitalia (though they are fun sometimes...). I'm dealing with a more direct approach."

Jane shoved her tentacle up through 168's vagina. The sturdy woman gasped and arched her back as best she could within her bonds. Jane herself just hummed and looked off at nothing in particular, letting the multi-functional tendril worm its way around inside her and secure its position. As the tentacle flexed, a few tiny barbs injected themselves in choice locations and started to get to work.

"Now the oral method is a little quick..." Jane started, but she frowned at her subject. "Look, if you're going to scream and be a baby about it, fine! Where's that brainstem...? Ah! There!" There was a concerning pulsing sensation inside 168's lower body, but it was followed by this strangely euphoric sense. Her eyes rolled back and she moaned as her body relaxed against the cool metal.

"There, see? Nothing a few naturally induced hormones can’t fix. It's not even as bad as childbirth. Seriously. There's muuuuch tidier ways to make a child. Anyway, where was I? Oh, the oral method works faster, but I find the vaginal insertion is much more pleasurable and less painful for the subject. There? You feel that?"

168 moaned as her heart raced. The probing tentace seemed to latch to her clitoris and pulse against it as it worked, arousing her despite the horrifying situation.

"Thought so. That's me reprogramming your heart to produce a different type of blood. In the end, just about everything goes to the heart or the brain, so that's where a lot of my work goes in. Then it's just seeing how cooperative your body is to adaptation..." There was a cracking somewhere inside her, but 168's sense of touch wasn't working the best at the moment. Her hijacked body fed it to her as a pleasant feeling to have her spine being briefly pulled apart and affixed into a more correct posture.

"Good. You're doing very good, sweet little 68," Jane cooed as if it were her pet name for her. "Just you wait. I'll make you happy and beautiful by the time I'm through. I hope you don't mind me talking while I work. It helps me think, and it gets pretty boring after this many times. I keep trying to install the other girls with tentacles like this, but they still need wombs to breed, and I'm like 'ew, no thank you..."

"Oh my god!" 168 gasped with pleasure, arching her back again. The tentacle lifted with her hips rather lazily, but the bonds felt weaker. Her leg kicked, and it suddenly had a bit more working space than it did before... her foot had shrunk a few sizes.

"Thaaaat's it. There's mommy's good girl," the nude green woman purred, starting to pulse her tentacle harder. "I was hoping for a Gene Freak when I went into this, but you're going to be something even better. You should be so proud..."

"Yes! I am, mommy!" 168 shouted as her arms started to slim down in a similar fashion. The scars she had from battle started to fill up with fresh skin, pale and smooth compared to her grizzled appearance. Her hair started to fall out off the operating table, but it was quickly replaced by bright, golden blonde locks that ran fresh and clean behind her. Her eyes widened and gleamed as her chapped lips fleshed out and softened. Her thick nose narrowed and her cheeks bore a natural blush that stood out against the new pale skin. 168 wasn't even thinking of escape by the time her arm pulled loose from the bonds, ripping the metal strap off as her pink-painted nail raked along the surface of the table. Each nail ripped a streak of metal off in its wake.

168's broad chest softened and shivered as huge, round breasts grew in their place. Her broad body slimmed to a narrow waist that tingled as the tentacle squirmed inside the more confined space. 168 giggled ditzily as she smiled and stared unblinking towards the ceiling.

"Oh, remember to blink," Janet reminded her as she withdrew the tentacle. The newly made blonde bimbo blinked on command. "That's a good girl. Look just how pretty you've become!" Boris unbuckled the former soldier who sat up and Janet gestured towards a mirror. 168 was hairless apart from her face and with a body like out of an ancient magazine. Huge tits and hips gave her a gorgeous hourglass figure, even if her eyes were a bit too wide and her pouty lips were stuck in a constantly pouty smile.

"I... I love it!" 168 gushed, breaking into a ditzy giggle. "OMG, what did you do to me? Heehee! It feels so warm and good!"

"Well in my family, there are the recycled. The walking dead like Boris here..."

"Nruhhh..."

"Of my more successful experiments, there are the gene freaks. Those closer to myself are my Gene Freaks, those I could mutate to possess armored skin or acid blood or something fun like that. You, though... you're one of the dolls! Replicas of ancient models of fertility and beauty to tap into the most primal cores of human attractiveness. Your muscle tissue has decreased, but it's ten times denser than normal. I'll have the other Barbies teach you how to manipulate your appearance to fit in with your surroundings, but that is going to be your job. I've cranked up your libido and raised your bodily sensitivity so that you'll be a perfect spy and breeding machine. You'll seduce the healthy males out there and bring me back more valuable future experiments."

"That sounds, like, really fun!" 168 chimed with a vacant tilt of her head. "It feels so good, mommy! Thanks for helping me be all I wanted to be!"

"Blink again, sweetie," Lifeblood reminded her. "You don't have to, but humans find it weird when you don't." In fact, the longer one looked at her, she had an unnaturalness to her beauty. The face was sculpted to be not only symmetrical, but with slightly too sharp an angle to be natural. The eyes were too wide for her face and she seemed to be incapable of frowning. The extra muscle and reinforced skeleton made it so, but any knowledge of biology could see that 168 should barely be able to stand with that kind of figure. She was perfect in a way that could make a normal human uncomfortable if she didn't try to hide it.

"That reminds me, though. You're past the testing stages, so you could use a name." One of Jane's tentacles stroked 168's face, making the newly forged beauty shudder. It was true. Her body was more receptive to pleasure, so the slimy limb alone was enough to make her tingle all over. When it snaked over her bare pussy, the caress was all it took to make her shake and burst into orgasm. After all, fertility went up after cumming, so why not have them at the drop of a hat?

"You'll be Michelle," Jane told the violently shaking bimbo. She kissed Michelle on the cheek as she dropped to her knees. "Welcome to the family."