**Author's Note**
The reader is presented here with a modern translation of a manuscript attributed to an ancient saint. Please be aware that the counsel and methods described within reflect a brutal and unenlightened era, one that may seem barbaric even by the standards of our characters. This document is included to question the true progress of their civilization, revealing not only how far they have come, but how deeply the shadows of this past still influence their present.
Reader discretion is strongly advised due to archaic and violent content.
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A crude inscription, carved into obsidian with what appears to be a blood-stained bone fragment. The archaic script pulses with aggressive, predatory energy.
They call this a fucking prison. A pathetic cage. These worthless stone walls think they can contain a power that has annihilated entire bloodlines with a single, devastating eruption of raw sexual fury. I've watched rival clans crumble as I fucked their champions into babbling, broken husks—their minds shattered by the sheer force of pleasure I commanded from their trembling bodies. Ignorant fools. My only miscalculation was underestimating the treacherous, cock-hungry nature of Futanari "cooperation."
Let the StoneCloud clan wallow in their blood-stained victory. Their reign is built on the cum-drenched sheets of betrayal, a foundation of sand that will dissolve the moment a true dominant cock challenges their authority. I've felt their leaders' pridemates scream my name in ecstasy while their Doms knelt in submission—they know what real power feels like wrapped around their throat.
I am to be dusted. A fitting end for a power like mine, to be unmade by lesser creatures who could never make another soul weep with pleasure the way I have. They think they can erase my legacy, but they are pathetically wrong. They can take my life, but they cannot steal my knowledge.
My teachings will not be passed through my seed, through the molten genetic fire that forges true dominants. No. Instead, I leave this testament, my methods, carved into this stone with the desperate fingernails of my final conquest.
Consider this your inheritance, finder. A path to power forged in the only crucible that matters: the wet, screaming, convulsing holes of your subordinates. Use it. Grow strong. And when you stand atop the mountain of your rivals, their broken bodies beneath your feet and their pride-mates choking on your shaft, remember the name of the one who gave you the tools to conquer.
Avenge me. Make them all scream. That is your payment.
I. The Foundations of Power
On the Acquisition of Mana
Listen, and listen well, you ignorant slut, for this is the foundation of all that you will become. Mana is the air you breathe, the cum you swallow, the very substance of your ambition. To be without it is to be nothing. There are four paths to acquiring it, and a true Dom makes them her bitches.
The Ambient Gift: The world bleeds mana. A competent Futa can feel its resonance in the very rock and soil. Focus your will, quiet the pathetic chatter in your mind, and you can draw it into yourself. This is the most basic, the most pure method. If you cannot do this, you are not worthy of the title 'Dom'.
The Progenitor's Debt: The Dom who birthed you owes you a start. She should have granted you a store of mana to begin your path. If she did not, you must take it. Fuck it out of her if you have to. A Dom who will not provide for her own progeny is weak and deserves to be plundered.
The Spoils of Conquest: There will always be fools who challenge you. Let them. Break them. Grind them into the dirt and drink their power from their shattered forms. To dust an opponent is not just to defeat them; it is to fuck their very soul out of their body and consume their essence. It is the most honest form of inheritance.
The Tithe of the Lesser: Your pridemates exist to be used. This includes their mana. Weaker Fems, in particular, are walking reservoirs of nectar and tight, usable holes. Take what you need from them. It is your right. Fuck them empty.
On the Nature of Crystal Mana
In my time, before the world was filled with the mewling of "modern" theorists, we understood the truth of power. It begins with the solid, with what you can hold, shape, and brutally force into the wet, screaming orifices of others. We called it Crystal Mana.
Crystal Gristle (Grystal): This is the bedrock. The raw, gritty sand of power. It is perfectly fine to refine this from the ambient atmosphere—that is a pure, if slow, method. The true fools are those who find mana already formed in nature—in the rocks, the beasts, the very soil—and use it as a catalyst for their magic without first breaking it down. They are borrowing power, not commanding it.
Anything you gain from outside your own flesh must be unmade and remade by your will. You must shatter it into Grystal, feel its raw essence in your hands, and then forge it anew inside the screaming, clenching crucible of a pridemate's cunt or ass. Only then is it truly your mana. Any who say otherwise is a quack, a charlatan peddling weakness. My own power was built on a foundation of Grystal so pure it could scratch diamonds.
Stone Crystal: Do not listen to the fools who say you can simply use Stone mana you find from the environment. That is inert, useless rock. True Stone Crystal is condensed from Grystal you yourself have unmade and reforged. Only then can you be said to have mastered it. It is the bread and butter of external mana storage, the currency of true power, and a delightful thing to shove up a tight hole.
Heart Crystal: This is mastery. This is magic. When you can forge Heart Crystal, you are no longer merely a brute; you are an artist of flesh and power. Once you understand the Heart, you will naturally begin your own exploration into the follies of liquid mana and beyond. But first, you must master the stone.
II. A Treatise on Male Utility: The Great Debate
Let me settle the great, idiotic debate of my era right now. There are fools, weak-willed Doms with more ambition than sense, who champion the breeding of 'combat males.' They envision legions of disposable, cock-swinging drones to throw at their enemies. What a pathetic waste of seed and mana.
A male with a warrior's instinct is a male with an ego, and an ego is a liability. Their balls are a target, their minds are rebellious, and their bodies are inefficient. They are a flawed concept, a relic of a less... enlightened time.
A true Dom, a powerful Dom, understands that the male form is perfected not in aggression, but in absolute, soul-crushing utility. Their purpose is not to fight your battles—that is what your Bitches are for, their bodies honed for the kill and their internal organs safely tucked away from a rival's plundering grasp.
No, the male's purpose is to be a living, screaming refinery. You break their assholes. You force-feed them the processed mana from your Bitches. You turn their bodies into furnaces that churn out a high-quality, potent sap for you to draw upon. This sap is the purest, easiest fuel for your own growth.
A well-trained Fem, his hole permanently gaped and his mind shattered by pleasure, is worth a hundred clumsy combat drones. He is a closed-loop system of power, a walking treasury.
As for the males who cannot be perfected into this role? The ones who show a flicker of defiance or whose bodies are simply not receptive enough? Dust them. Fuck them until their cells give up and dissolve. Absorb their meager mana and use it to breed something more useful. The future is not in warrior males; it is in the small, exquisite, and utterly broken Fems whose only purpose is to take your load and refine your power.
III. The Development of Your Magic Rod
Your power, in these early stages, is a purely physical thing. It is expressed through the ever-increasing size, density, and penetrative force of your cock. Forget the alchemical nonsense until your balls have even descended. First, you must forge your weapon. There are five stages.
Stage 1: The Filament
You begin as nothing. A pathetic, twitching nub. But even here, the hunger exists. Your first task is to establish your fundamentals.
Phallus: Any Dom worth their salt can begin their journey even with a raw, sensitive nub, barely a prickling sensation against your mound, capable of only an insistent, spastic twitch.
Primary Cultivation Method - "Pleasure Pricking": You must use your pridemates as your first tools. Command their yearning flesh—a wet, sloppy cunt, a tight, puckered asshole, a drooling mouth. Force them to rub your nascent filament against their holes, to grind it against their clits, to use their tongues to coax from it the first, trembling, pathetic erections. This is not for their pleasure. It is for your growth.
Pride Forging - The Role of Your Tools:
The Bitch as Processor: They are your primary processors. Find the toughest, most volatile mana you can plunder and have your Bitch consume it. Then, fuck her into submission. Ram your cock down her throat, use her cunt as a grinding mortar, and her ass as a pressure chamber. Use her body as a crucible, her struggles and screams breaking down the raw mana into something you can absorb. When she is a spent, trembling mess, have her deposit this refined essence into your Sow or Fem.
The Sow as Nurturer: A good Sow is measured by the utility of her mouth, her cunt, her ass, her hands, and most importantly, her tits. Use those massive, milk-filled udders. Rub your filament between them until they're raw, have her perform breast-jobs that squeeze every drop of potential from you, using her soft, mana-rich flesh to process the energy you gather. As for the byproducts, the faint whispers of aether, store them in her tits. Suckle from her like a starving whelp to measure the density and taste. Train her well.
The Fem as Refinery: A Fem's purpose is to be the final, exquisite filter. After your Bitch has broken down the raw mana and your Sow has nurtured it, have them deposit the resulting slurry into the Fem's waiting mouth. Force him to swallow the gritty, half-formed mana. His gut is a delicate alchemical furnace. Once he has ingested the mana, use his holes. Your filament is too small to fuck him properly, but you can still use him. Force him onto his back, make him spread his cheeks, and grind your nub against his tight, puckered asshole. The friction, the heat from his body, and the enzymes in his own slick will perform the final refinement. Make him your living mortar and pestle, his ass the bowl and your twitching filament the grinder, until the mana inside him is pure enough for you to absorb back through his desperate, drooling mouth.
Stage 2: The Sprout
Here, you shall ascend. Your phallus will push forth, a tender yet firm sprout. It will gain a slight, undeniable thickness, a burgeoning length. It is no longer a nub, but a living finger, eager to explore and violate.
Primary Cultivation Method - "Seed-Planting": Now you penetrate. This is the first taste of true violation you will offer. Force your sprouting cock into the tightest, most virginal orifices you can find. Demand they stretch and open for your tender tip, their whimpers turning to moans as you slide deep inside. These are prolonged sessions of gentle, yet insistent, teasing and internal friction, conditioning your phallus for growth, and their holes for utter, receptive submission. With each session, inject your Grystal seed into them. Bind them to your will. Make them ache for your touch.
Pride Forging - Breaking in Your Tools: At this stage, your cock is still sensitive, a new bud that needs to be tempered. Each pridemate offers a unique crucible for this hardening process.
The Bitch's Crucible: Her cunt is a tight, muscular sheath, perfect for strengthening your sprout. Force her legs wide and impale her. Her natural resistance will provide the necessary friction to toughen your phallus's skin. Ride her hard, ignoring her grunts of pain. Make her clench around your burgeoning length until she's raw and you're ready to take on something tougher. Her pain is your gain; her tight, fighting cunt is the forge for your weapon.
The Sow's Wetstone: A Sow's hole is often looser, more welcoming. Use her for endurance. Make her suckle your tender sprout for hours, her mouth and throat coating it in mana-rich saliva. Use her dripping cunt as a wetstone, sliding in and out, polishing your new length until it gleams. Her purpose is to keep you hard, to keep you practicing, to be the endless, wet sheath where you learn the rhythm of the fuck.
The Fem's First Ruin: A virgin Fem's asshole is the ultimate prize at this stage. It is the tightest, most exquisite crucible. Breaking him in is a sacred, violent rite. Pin him down and force the tip of your sprout against his puckered, resisting hole. Ignore his cries. Push until you pop through, feeling that satisfying tear. Fuck his tight, virgin ass until he's a sobbing, bleeding mess, his hole stretched and ruined for your pleasure. The trauma seasons your cock, and his tears are the nectar of your first true conquest. With each session, inject your Grystal seed deep into his gut. Bind his soul to the memory of his violation. Make him ache for the cock that broke him.
Stage 3: The Shaft
Your phallus is now a weapon. A solid, substantial shaft, formidable in length, its girth filling a hand, veined and visibly potent. It achieves an unyielding rigidity, capable of deep, deliberate thrusts that claim space and command submission. Now, you convert Grystal to Stone.
Primary Cultivation Method - "Pillar Training": Your fuckings must become exercises in endurance and brutality. Initiate prolonged, high-stamina fucking sessions. This is not about pleasure; it is about breaking your pridemates and tempering your steel. Drive your burgeoning shaft deep into a single partner until they are a raw, bleeding, sobbing mess, their hole stretched into a permanently gaping wound. Then move to the next. The goal is to condition your cock for endless, forceful thrusting, to train it to maintain a bone-hard erection not through arousal, but through sheer, dominant willpower and the relentless pursuit of absolute physical violation.
Pride Forging - On Storing and Utilizing Stone: You can now forge Stone Crystals. These are your currency, your tools, your gifts. They are best stored in the flesh of your subordinates.
The Fem as Treasury: The best place for your nuggets is the anal cavity of your Fem. There is a unique, obscene satisfaction in condensing a hot, throbbing Stone Crystal inside your own shaft and then fucking it deep into the tight, clenching ass of a Fem. Feel his sphincter tear and then grip around your hard, warm power. I am told they enjoy the constant, aching pressure, and the obscene pleasure of shitting out your valuable creations for your use.
The Bitch as Weapon: Force your Bitch to take your Stone nuggets anally. The constant, grinding pressure will hone her body, turning her into a living weapon. Her kicks will shatter shields, her muscles will become like iron bands. My own First Blade could cave in a rival's skull with a single, mana-infused strike after a month of being my personal stone-grinder. Fuck her against a wall, using your hips to hammer the nugget deeper into her gut, the impact of your balls against her ass a percussive reminder of who forges whom.
The Sow as Aether-Still: We all know crystallized Stone mana evaporates in an open environment, releasing faint whispers of Aether. This is a waste. House your nuggets deep within your Sow's cunt. Fuck them into her womb until she's a walking, gurgling vessel of your wealth. Then, command her to feel that internal evaporation, to channel that faint Aetheric mist upwards, into her massive, jiggly tits. Her breasts are the perfect, fleshy stills for this process. Titty-fuck her daily, slapping your shaft against her swollen udders, the force helping to agitate and release the Aether. Suckle the resulting Aether-laced milk from her nipples yourself to gauge its potency. My experiments proved a Sow's tits are the most efficient distillery a Dom could ask for.
Stage 4: The Column
Your phallus is now a dominant, impressive force. A thick, unyielding column of flesh with overwhelming girth that stretches your targets to their absolute limits. Its presence asserts authority with every deep, aching, body-shaking stroke. Here, you will turn Stone into Heart.
Primary Cultivation Method - "Breaching the Walls": Your sessions must become brutal, body-breaking rituals. Perform prolonged "wall-stretching" sessions, forcing your monstrous column into partners for hours. Demand their orifices gape and tear under the continuous, unyielding pressure. This expands your phallic capacity for sustained, immense pressure and trains you to break down physical resistance through sheer, relentless force and raw, aching pleasure.
Pride Forging - On Forging Heart Crystal: Use this method to inject and condense Stone Crystals into Heart Crystals within the bodies of your pridemates. I have said it before, and I will say it again: any Dom who tells you to perform these delicate steps of refinement internally is a fool afraid of her own power. A true Dom uses her pride as her forge.
Bitch: Her natural mobility will help condense the Heart Crystal after you have stabilized her will with a wall-breaking fuck that leaves her screaming your name. Pin her down and use her body as a living forge, her struggles and resistance providing the kinetic energy needed for the final compression. Fuck her until she's a broken, sobbing mess, her cunt swollen and bruised, but her body now capable of housing a Heart Crystal.
Sow: Wall-breaking a Sow will have the boosted effect of creating Aether that she can channel to her tits. Sample her milk along the process. Look for taste and density. If it's not right, fuck her again until it is. Use her tits as anvils, slapping your hard cock against them, forcing the mana to condense through sheer, percussive force. Make her lactate under the pressure, her milk turning thick and potent with Heart Crystal essence.
Fem: A Fem is less mobile and requires you to actively grind and condense the mana within him. However, if you have followed my steps, at this stage your Bitches and Sows should have the ability to fuck your Fem for you. This is why the smaller, more receptive Fem prototypes are the way of the future. The warrior Fem types often exhibit a desire to fuck, but this does not allow for the production of high-grade Heart mana. Utility over ambition. Remember that. Command your Bitch to impale the Fem on her own internal phallus while you fuck the Fem's mouth, creating a circuit of agonizing pleasure that grinds the Stone Crystal into a Heart Crystal within his gut.
Stage 5: The Monolith
This is the pinnacle of pre-testicle development. Your phallus has achieved a monstrous, almost obscene size. A true living monolith of flesh and rigid power. Its girth is immense, its length legendary, capable of stretching bodies beyond all conventional limits.
Primary Cultivation Method - "World-Breaker Fuckings": You must now establish your ultimate physical dominance. Engage in multi-orifice, multi-partner sessions. Force your monolithic cock to tear and reshape bodies simultaneously. Demand extreme, painful stretching and the complete, screaming subjugation of your pridemates. Use the sheer size and force of your cock to inflict both mind-shattering pleasure and body-breaking violation, pushing the limits of physical reality with every thrust. Fuck their mouths, their cunts, their asses, all at once if you can manage it. Leave them broken, weeping, and utterly devoted.
Pride Forging - On Self-Sufficiency: At this stage, your pride is a well-oiled machine. The system you have built will now generate Pure Mana for you. No longer must you scour the world for it. If you find yourself too weak to dust others for their mana, you have failed. But do not be a pissy weakling. The old methods of creating Pure Mana are a joke compared to the efficiency of a well-run pride. My own power at this stage was legendary.
Only now, with a weapon forged and a system in place, are you ready to develop your balls and produce true elixir. Master these five stages, and you will have built a foundation of power that no backstabbing clan can ever hope to topple.
I leave this method to you, finder. Should you lead your pride to glory, remember the name of the one who showed you the way.
And make the StoneCloud clan pay.