In a cramped room lit by a flickering screen, a teenager wearing a VR headset swallowed hard and tossed his pants aside.
"Is this the companion selection? Starting the game with a wife? Hell yeah!"
A fresh interface prompted him to make a choice, displaying various portrait frames with looping animations of different women.
Al rubbed his hands together excitedly and scrolled down, failing to notice a tiny, almost invisible disclaimer in the bottom-right corner:
A woman with a sheer veil, bronze skin, and exotic attire that radiated a burning, foreign allure; her curvaceous body swayed as if performing a rhythmic, hypnotic dance like a beautiful serpent, with two short daggers tucked into her waist—the Exotic Dancer.
A nun with a sinful body, her wide habit forced into a skin-tight fit that made the opening at her chest look ready to burst; despite such a carnal physique, she knelt with a holy expression, praying devoutly before a statue of a goddess—the Lustful Nun.
A Succubus perched upon a throne, her lips fire-red, wearing smoky eye makeup, with a long leg draped over the shoulder of a nearby guard; she held her cheek with a regal air, her purple eyes looking down lazily at the staircase where countless men and women were entangled in a shadowy orgy—the Succubus Queen.
Pale skin and sharp fangs, set against a Gothic castle under a silent moon; a tall, mysterious noblewoman swirled a glass of crimson blood, looking down from her balcony at an army of silent, marching undead—the Vampire Matriarch.
Behind her, an army stood with polished armor and high-flying banners; a heroic female knight clad in pure white plate held a lance, leading the charge with a powerful silhouette. She was remarkably tall, looking like a martial goddess atop her Pegasus. Black hair spilled from the gaps in her helmet, fluttering in the wind, her long legs tightly gripping the horse's flanks, her beautiful face firm, resolute, and possessed of a holy, dignified grace—the Princess Knight.
Al, whose greatest obsession was the "Tall Woman/MILF" trope, was instantly captivated by the knight on the great horse.
He skipped past the wild Amazonian warriors, the Elven archers firing lethal arrows from the woods, and the bespectacled female scholars with massive breasts...
Driven by the holy guidance of his own libido, Al impatiently selected the fifth option: the Knight.
"Big lady! Time for some smut!"
[Maternal Host Selection Complete. Waiting to enter game.]
"Wait, what?"
"What do you mean 'maternal'—?"
Before Al could react, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
In the heart of Estalia.
Deep within the Piña Forest, in a Beastman tribe known as the Joy-Singers.
A human woman was undergoing a grueling labor.
"Beastmen" and "Woman"—connecting those two words usually implied a tragic fate, especially with a "breeding" tag attached.
A group of Ungors and Goral-girls carrying baskets of fruit and green shoots passed by the cave; hearing the woman's gut-wrenching screams, they shrank back in fear and hurried past the shadow standing at the entrance.
With one final, agonizing cry that seemed to drain her very soul, the woman fell silent.
A large infant, looking no different from a human baby, slid from between her legs and landed on a rug made of stitched furs, soaked in amniotic fluid.
"Who... who am I?"
Wrapped in a warm darkness, Al's consciousness suddenly flickered back to life.
He remembered playing a hardcore game—an open-world, life-sim, Lovecraftian, cyberpunk, quantum-physics...
A "smut-game" composed of "Jerusalem" vibes, group sex, MILFs, furry content, and Succubus lolis, but not limited to those elements.
A high-end adult game from the year 2076.
He had gone through hell to find a beta version before the official release, and then he entered the game...
Al quickly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling of the cave, his purple eyes filled with confusion.
He had reincarnated.
When he woke up, he was in a filthy cave that smelled of soil and a strange, foul musk.
And he was lying between the legs of a naked, unconscious woman.
"HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL?!"
The Beastman cub on the ground let out a loud wail; the curses coming from his underdeveloped throat turned into the incoherent babbles and cries of an infant.
Within two minutes, he confirmed that he had truly traveled to another world; the civilian VR tech of 2076 couldn't simulate an environment this visceral.
The woman lying unconscious beside him was the very Knight he had chosen.
Al had just been squeezed out of the Princess Knight's womb.
His mind and mouth were a whirlwind of profanity; his "waifu" selection had turned into a "mother" selection?!
On the dirt wall of the cave, a silver plate was embedded, decorated with flowers and a purple-black symbol:
A disc with a face in the center, and two crescent moons joined together extending from the upper right.
As a Warhammer player, this symbol—and the other "brand logos" like it—was all too familiar.
As the saying goes:
Khorne for Courage and Glory, Slaanesh for Love and Happiness, Nurgle for Health and Friendship, and Tzeentch for Infinite Wisdom.
"WAAA-UGH! WAAAGH!"
Al burst into tears like a Snotling that had its toe stepped on, his piercing cries echoing throughout the camp.
Outside the cave, a passing Goral-girl felt a twinge of maternal instinct and tried to enter, but was quickly pulled back by her companions as they dodged the massive figure standing guard.
In Estalia, Beastmen didn't suffer the same universal persecution as they did in the Empire; Estalia was a land of open culture and tolerance, a crossroads for travelers. Its loose republican system was more enlightened—or perhaps, just too weak to care.
However, that only applied to "Beastmen" who had broken free from the influence of the Dark Gods and suppressed their chaotic nature. They could walk openly in cities, enter taverns, or visit "monster-friendly" brothels, join mercenary bands, or even enlist in the army as civilized individuals.
But "The Joy-Singers"—a name like that practically screamed the style of a certain degenerate god. Indeed, the Joy-Singers were a tribe of fanatical Chaos worshippers.
And their Beastlord was Zhakun Snakebite.
Today was a special day for the King of the Joy-Singers.
Six months ago, Zhakun—a devotee of the Lord of Excess, the Dark Prince, the Great S—led his herd in an ambush against an Imperial merchant caravan traveling through Estalia. The braying herd had swarmed from the woods, overwhelming the Questing Knights and guards.
In that battle, the Beastlord had claimed a prize that brought him immense joy: the woman currently giving birth in the cave.
On the day of the ambush, the Beastlord had seen a sign from the Dark Gods:
He would capture a woman in this battle, she would bear him a child, and on the day that child was born, divine favor would be bestowed.
Since the ambush, Zhakun Snakebite had spent every day in an agonizing wait; he had never been more fanatically devout to the Dark Gods than in these past six months.
While Slaanesh worship was heavy within the Joy-Singers, there were still many "Order-aligned" Beastmen who refused to submit to the Chaos powers. Because of them, the Joy-Singers lacked a Bray-Shaman to interpret the will of Chaos.
Zhakun was the strongest warrior in the tribe, but he wasn't without rivals. The Minotaurs who worshipped the Great All-Father and the wolf-packs following the path of the Primal Hunt were still formidable opponents. Those who rejected the Dark Gods had, over generations, developed more harmonious and stable physical forms.
Bunny-folk, Goat-folk, Centaurs, Horned ones...
To the increasingly radical Zhakun, these "Orderly" transformations were a blasphemy against Chaos. He craved a bloody purge within the tribe—to flay skin, crush throats, and indulge in endless orgies to please the gods.
He wanted to launch one "Wild Hunt" after another, trampling fake civilizations, destroying their cities, and raising massive Herdstones to blow the storm of Chaos into the material world.
But the time wasn't right; he had to wait for the day the gods promised.
The ambush on the caravan was an independent action taken by Zhakun and his Chaos-aligned followers, an event that further fractured the Joy-Singers. Although Zhakun returned victorious, the majority of the "All-Father" worshippers chose to move away and establish a new camp.
They feared the mad Beastlord would eventually lose control and summon demons or attract a human crusade.
To Zhakun, this was a challenge to his authority. The winds of Chaos swirled within him, and the whispers of the Warp echoed in his ears, promising that his reward was finally at hand!
"I! ZHAKUN SNAKEBITE! THE GOD-BLESSED KING OF THE JOY-SINGERS!"
As the second cry of the infant echoed from the cave, the Beastlord let out a world-shaking roar.
His appearance was far more twisted and evil than it had been six months ago: a massive, ossified goat head with a barbed tongue lolling from his mouth, muttering incoherent, dizzying whispers. Bone spikes erupted from his spine, pulsating with rhythmic, bloody tremors. Most prominent was the organ wrapped around his waist—a fleshy, serpentine appendage that branched into three distinct, writhing "heads" in the air.
He could not wait any longer.
Two hunched, vacant-eyed goat-women shuffled out of the cave, carrying the woman who had just given birth. The Beastman cub—noticeably larger than others of his kind—was sitting on his mother's lap, his eyes darting around with a mix of curiosity and dread.
Al's world-view had been shattered by being born in a cave and seeing the goat-servants, but the sight outside the cave broke him completely.
A towering, twisted monstrosity!
And worst of all, the banner flying high on the pole bore the unmistakable mark of a Chaos God!
"Oh shit... it's S-S-Slaanesh!"
It was confirmed.
The Beastlord grew annoyed with the wailing brat. A dull-witted goat-woman picked the boy up and offered him to the lord. Zhakun grabbed Al with a clawed hand, lifting him to his palm. He stared at Al with blood-red eyes for a moment before losing interest.
The child was merely a tool to unlock divine favor. What lay before him now was the "pleasure" that preceded the blessing.
He had waited so long. From the day he captured her, a power from the Dark Gods—whether a blessing or a curse—had wreathed the female knight's body, preventing the Beastlord from touching her.
But it didn't matter. For the sake of a greater gift, Zhakun had been patient. He had watched his prisoner with jealous care, while his own growing lust and need for stimulation had driven many of his followers to madness or death.
Zhakun tossed the boy onto the ground and turned his crimson gaze toward the woman's body.
Pale, athletic, and glistening with a layer of sweat and birth-fluids; her high-thrusting breasts and long, muscular legs were exactly the "treasures" Al had seen in the Pegasus-riding vision.
The woman who had just finished labor was unconscious, her face still etched with pain, but the Beastlord was beyond impatient.
The three-headed, snake-like organ at Zhakun's waist reared up like cobras ready to strike.
Al's crying stopped the moment he was grabbed. Regardless of the terrifying appearance, the sheer aura of dread radiating from Zhakun told Al that this goat-headed freak was at least an "Elite" or "Hero" tier creature.
Fortunately, Zhakun dropped him. As soon as his limbs hit the dirt, Al instinctively tried to crawl away, only to see the Beastlord walking toward the naked woman on the ground.
His heart tightened. Al didn't know what to do. If he was right, the woman on the ground was his "maternal host"—the heroic knight he had selected.
He had some guesses about Zhakun now. Though he hadn't played the Beastman faction much, the "humanoid + beastly mutation" look was easy to identify.
This was a Slaaneshi Beastman, likely a Beastlord.
Al's mind was a mess. Regardless of how he got here, the Princess Knight was his choice. Though the situation had changed from "waifu-to-be" to "actual mother," and they had no emotional bond, he had originally lusted for her body, but...
As he thought about running away to save his own skin, flashes of "NTR," "Corruption," and "Broken Heroine" tropes from his past life flickered through his mind...
An unspeakable bitterness surged in his heart... followed by humiliation...
And then, an explosion of infinite, boundless, and primordial RAGE!
A bolt of lightning cracked across the sky, and the heavy thunder shook the world like a Great God hammering the heavens.