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Made in Ohio Realm
Chapter 1: Femboy Overload

Chapter 1: Femboy Overload

In a vast, boundless realm cloaked in an impenetrable darkness that clings to the skin like mist, a singular star of staggering brilliance bursts into existence, heralding the birth of a new universe.

As the cosmos unfurls like an intricately woven tapestry, celestial galaxies swirl and twirl in a graceful dance, radiant stars blazing with fervent energy while colossal solar systems take shape in a cosmic symphony.

Amidst this grand spectacle of creation, an enigmatic entity emerges from the ether, its presence simultaneously awe-inspiring and fear-inducing.

⌰☊⟟⍻ℇ☈⎎ℇ 𝟟𝟜𝟜𝟚 ℍ⍲⎎ 🜅⟟☊⟟⎎ℍℇ⟄ ⟟⍑⎎ ⍧⌾⌰☈⎎ℇ a cryptic like message hums through the void, reverberating with the weight of the entity's ultimate judgment.

Its focus shifts towards Earth, where a tumultuous mix of despair and desire intertwine like serpents coiled around each other. With a simple yet deliberate gesture, it initiates a transfer that bridges dimensions, setting the stage for what is to come.

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| East-West Ohio|

In the serene chaos of Ohio, a peculiar man, no, a strange being of unique tastes lounges on a couch, entranced by the shimmering display on his screen.

On the monitor is Milkyray, a femboy who's now live on TikiTak cosplaying as Astolfo, dancing the most erotic dance he has ever seen.

For him that slim body accentuates the cosplay in the way that he imagined. And that little skirt flutters up just so while they bounce along to the music, just high enough that he can get glimpses at that ass, or that little bulge swinging around in those panties.

In response to such a visual spectacle, the thing beneath the strange man's trousers grows rigid in a display of lecherous fascination.

For the man every move is like a symphony of allure and grace. He needs to touch them. To see them with his own two eyes. Not through a screen but in person, face to face, under the covers.

Now I could say something about this guy, but everything i just covered is who he is, so moving along...

"Ah, my heart, it just trembles from watching her dance~" He exclaims to no one.

Then with an elegant flair, Milkyray bows before their audience, announcing the end of the session as it does.

"I must leave you all. For there's a moon with a secret waiting for me~ Sweat dreams!"

"No please! Not so soon! I still haven't spent all my coins, ah!" He shouts in desperate anguish at the monitor but alas it was far too late, as the end screen blinked onto the screen, cutting off the connection. The only sounds in the house now being that of his laboured breathing.

As the reality sets in, he collapses onto the ground, devastated, wailing "Not again!"

"Just kidding! Hehehe~" The man proclaims with an eager grin plastered on his face as he locks onto an record icon just below the stream's end screen.

"Thank god for my super duper handy dandy recording ability! Now I can replay all of this anytime!"

Clicking play, he watches as the scene before him is repeated once again.

"I seriously would love to lick that delicious-lookin' ass until it's clean!" He muttered as he happily squirmed on the couch.

"Milkyray, without you, life's truly not worth living,"

"And that's why I am going to ask you to marry me." he decided, now fully enraptured by their presence.

Satisfied with his daring declaration, he gazes towards the ceiling, dreaming about all the ways he and Milkyray would spend the rest of their lives together.

"Can't wait for tomorrow! Hehehe~~"

Little did he know however, something unimaginable was going to transpire, that would shift his perception forever...

And as followed the tranquility is shattered by a sound like a futuristic cannon, causing the very air to vibrate with the force.

"W-Woah, a storm?" he mumbles as his gaze settles on the door, whose lock rattled at a growing force from outside.

'Heh, even if the earth was crumbling down, nothing would separate me from my goddes-?'

But his thoughts come to a halt when the doors creak open, revealing a blinding white light that rapidly envelops through the dimly-lit room.

"M-My goddess???" He shouts as his mouth is left open in a gape as the brilliance burns its silhouette onto his retinas.

"AAHHHH THAT FUCKING HURTS!! YOURE NOT MY GODDESS!! WHAT ARE YOU?!" the man shrieks, frantically crawling away to get one last glimpse at his beloved's image on the monitor.

"Sweet dreams~" were the last words uttered from his deity before everything turned into a brilliant, swirling vortex of white.

The glow vanishes like a flame fanned out by the winds, leaving behind only an empty room, with no trace of its visitor remaining.

Wake up. A monotone voice says, washing over him like a splash of cold water.

In a hazy dream, the words sink in, resonating somewhere deep within his mind as if they were not for his own ears. But, instead to spur him awake.

Slowly, and groggily, his eyes part, blurry, unfocused vision coming into being.

At the first sight, his pupils expand and his eyes blink rapidly to make sense of what he was seeing.

His breath was coming in quick bursts, almost on the verge of hyperventilating from the unknown reality unfolding before him.

All around, a giant space of glaring white stretches infinitely, completely devoid of anything. As far as the eye could see, only blank whiteness stared back from all angles. It was simply disorienting and extremely eerie, lacking a ground, an upper sky, any texture, just nothing.

'Am i even standing on ground..?'

With such a weird scene before him, the first reaction in his brain is that this must be a dream, or some sort of joke played by the others in his strange community.

So, the stranger thoughtlessly makes an attempt to slap his cheek, which only resulted in an unseemly clap sounding out, reverberating into the emptiness, proving that none of this was a trick.

"Alright, motherfuckers is this about the rent again?! Cause I told you, I'm going to pay later." The man hissed under his breath as a deep scowl came onto his face, angered at whatever sick prank this was, hoping to bring up some kind of reaction from his perpetrators.

However, despite his efforts, the same scene stood silent. Nothing at all changes. No answers or rebuttals came.. not until a figure that's no shorter than 7ft materializes in a blur in front of him.

A shimmering flash of intensely white light immediately sears the eyes as it comes into form. It wasn't quite like something popping into place. Rather, it was a feeling like the figure had always been there but only became visible to his eye when it made the decision to.

"WHAT IN THE FUCK?! HOW CAN YOU BE WHITER THAN ALL THIS FUCKING WHITE, BITCH?!!?"

His eyeballs screeched, in great pain from witnessing such a bright colour that rivals, no, easily trumped the light in terms of luminosity.

But somehow, through it all, he could make out that the thing before him had the shape of a humanoid, sporting two arms, two legs, and a head. Yet, despite the rough shape, he could see no definite lines or features on the body. No body hair, clothes, or genitals were visible, merely a smooth white shell.

Its featureless countenance could almost resemble the unanimated features of a store mannequin, an impression only strengthened by the stillness in the creature's overall posture.

It merely stands, without waver or movement, observing him. Like a god would watch the antics of its creation, seemingly viewing the frantic man's world from above.

"OI WHITE DICKLESS FUCK WHAT DO YOU WANT, MONEY?!!" The man shouted even louder, anger coursing through him like blood. His face an ugly mask.

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With that shout, the figure finally broke from its statuesque demeanor and pointed a finger down at the short and frail man, whose face pales in stark contrast to the rosy colour previously present.

⍦⌾⌰ ⍲☈ℇ ⍧ℍ⌾⎎ℇ☊ it responds, sounding less like a word and more like a cryptic jumble of gibberish.

"The fuck was that?! Speak fucking english! ENGRISHU!!" The man was irate now, and ready to take the fight if need be.

Complying, the being's voice shifts to an perfectly english accent.

"You will now be transported to the Zone." It casually stated.

"Zone..? WHAT ZONE?! I demand to return to my princess Milkyray quickly before she starts live streaming!!" he demands, desperation clawing at his heart.

There is no returning. The Zone has chosen.

But If you truly are destined to meet, fate shall lead you to cross paths. It adds the cryptic-ness back to their speech with a matter-of-fact tone.

"Wait, I have one questi-"

With further delay, let it begin... It simply states as the man disappears in a blur of white light, the noise fading like his figure.

And then, silence returns.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! MILKYRAYYYYY!!!!!" the man howls as his figure blips from existence, his voice trailing after him.

Thus, with the start of a new saga, his life becomes utterly irreversibly changed in ways he never could have imagined.

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Within the depths of the notorious "Forest Zone" a wail echo into the vast wilderness,

the noise had a desperate sort of quality to it, like the bellow of a wounded beast or a fox crying for a lost cub.

If someone were to hear it, they may have sympathize for its source,

Unless, of course, that person was aware of the noises cause, that source being no other than a petite, out of shaped, huffing, 18 year old man.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MILKYRAY, MY PRINCESS, WHERE ARE YOUUUUUUUUUU OHH MILKRRRRAAAAAYYYY!!!!!" He bewailed as he wandered around aimlessly with no sense of direction, tears and snot smearing his visage.

After about a couple minutes of throwing his childish tantrum, he finally got his bearings, scanning his surroundings in an attempt to figure where the fuck he was, and perhaps, how he might escape. But immediately, despair filled him, his legs giving out as he collapsed into a defeated heap, knees planted firmly onto the dirt floor.

The Forest was eerily quiet. Only the occasional rustle of leaves would echo along with the occasional shriek of a bird, disrupting the silence.

The space was packed, completely occupied by endless trees and thick shrubs. Light struggled to peer through the dense canopy overhead, casting gloomy, dim rays of sunshine that illuminated little, painting the world in various shades of gray.

With how far his eyes could see, nothing broke the repetitive monotony. All paths looked identical. All branches intertwine similarly. A quick look was all it took to ascertain there were no notable features here to identify as a landmark, to any but the keenest of observation. And without a map, that meant the man had absolutely no clue where he was, or how he could possibly escape this nightmare.

With all his options used and lost, his only recourse, is to press his face against the dirt, burying himself in the ground as a means to hide his tears, hoping that this would all go away soon.

"I want to die..." The petite young man groans out between quiet sobs.

With every tear shed, the man was on the verge of caving in and just remaining on the spot, forever waiting for his darling Princess Milkyray's grace, hoping for a rescue.

"Life's a cruel joke without you, my beloved Milkyray."

As he quietly moans to the dirt, a soft squeak in the bushes near him, snaps him from his reverie.

"Huh? Could it be some kind of wild animal? If so, just kill me already, I no longer want to live..." The man murmurs under his breath.

He couldn't even entertain the thought that it could be an human, or humanoid figure of some kind. There's no chance for civilisation in this dead place.

"Come, get the tastiest flesh you have ever had. Hurry hurry hurry." He spoke in a soothing whisper, the hopes that the words reached whoever, or whatever lurks nearby.

Yet, the moment he saw what emerges from the bush, all thoughts are shoved out, replaced by a thundering, wild disbelief, as something that cannot even be imagined appears into view.

"...EEEH?!"

instead of an animal like he envisioned, stood a strangely, muscular, almost anthropomorphic ape, towering nearly 9ft tall, muscles rippling like a perfect piece of art underneath a hairless coat of black fur, not quite human, not quite monkey.

Yet, of the features that he noticed on its humanoid side, the first that sticks out is its shiny, bright-pinkish genitals, swinging obscenely in between its legs, practically eye level.

Under that, an unnervingly human like expression plasters on the ape's face as it regards the man, revealing a chilling smile with rows of jagged, knife-like teeth.

"Goo goo gaga GAWK GAWK GAWK!!" It screeched, its gaze fixed solely onto the little man who's much smaller in frame. Its voice sounds incredibly loud, booming, and chaotic. The resultant echo assaulting his senses.

"WHAT IN THE FU- HELL NO!! ANYTHING BUT A FUCKING MONKEY! I AM DEFINITELY NOT DYING BY AN AFRICAN'S ANCESTOR!" He mentally screams as his primal fear screams into his skull to run, FAR, AWAY!!

"GOOO GO GO GAGA!!!" the monkey, the ape, the great hairy gorilla-like creature howled in a powerful, otherworldly, intimidating voice, before lunging itself at the man, claws flinging wildly, as if it's attempting to grasp an invisible specter.

Panic propels him to his feet, and he bolts through the forest, but no matter how fast or far he runs, the ape keeps pace effortlessly. It almost seems like the giant beast is having fun playing its game of predator-prey.

"AHHHHHHH PLEASE NOT A FUCKING MONKEY!! THEYRE SUPPOSED TO BE IN AFRICA!!! AHHHHH" The man frantically screeches, like a madman gone mad, still unable to believe an ape out of all things would have ambushed him in this place.

But alas, the distance was dwindling, and every bit of his stamina was depleting. So eventually after realizing escape is futile, he skids to a halt, deciding to face his pursuer.

So he begins scanning through the ground for something, anything that would help, and finally after a little search, his eyes widen upon a small stone. It's a laughable weapon against such a formidable foe, but it's all he had at the moment, so he grips it tightly, aiming with trembling hands towards the ape which has stopped at a fair distance, watching its prey closely.

"Alright, you oversized banana-muncher, bring it on!" he yells, summoning every ounce of bravery left inside.

The gorilla's footsteps approached in measured rhythm until the figure was mere feet from the man, but as he looked up, all courage fled from his body. What faced him was no gorilla, nor any monkey of that sort, not even any primate species...but what really bothered him the most was the ape's two gigantic boulders for forearms, as if each one was capable of crushing a human into bloody pulp with just a clap, or two.

"Black lives matter..?" He squeaks as last resort.

"Goo GO GOO GOGO!!! GOOGO!!!!" it hollers, lunging for the man.

So, facing certain doom, the tiny man readied the stone in his hands, and prepared to meet his death head-on...until a massive fist sent the man tumbling down onto his face like a meteor.

"Gawaa waaaaa!" The creature hissed out as it's gigantic fist descends in a flash, and immediately, he knew it was checkmate...

But, in an amazing stroke of luck, the man with eyes closed, had swung the stone at nothing in particular, whacking the ape directly across its huge, protruding face with a meaty slap sound.

After a minute, he timidly opens his eyes... And for the first time in this awful place, the petite man is rewarded with a glorious sight.

For he could witness the mighty, intimidating ape-like creature whimper like a bitch in its downed state, laying on the dirt while hugging itself, face twisting into ugly contortions with pain.

"Direct hit!" he exclaimed, a fleeting moment of triumph followed by an overflowing wave of pride.

The ape's anguished wail, "Gaaaawk!!!!! Goooooooaaawwwwww," was accompanied by a deep red hue spreading beneath its left eye, a testament to the strange-looking man's accurate throw.

"Haha, Fuck yeah, I did it! I fucking killed the motherfucking monkey-ape-gorilla with just a stone!!! I'm the mother fucking boss-"

Before he could revel, or even be satisfied for another moment, the same beast lunges itself like a rocket, slamming with devastating impact, fists cocked and ready. But due to the lack of visual perception, the strike was off the mark, and struck a few inches away.

Instead of hitting the man, the strike punched into the ground, leaving a fist shaped dent in the soil. But regardless, the sheer force generated by the giant, mammoth hand was enough to make him fly through the air.

"I'M GOING TO FUCKING RIP YOUR TESTICLES APART AND DEVOUR THEM RAAAAAAAW!!!" The ape growls, murderous intent fully on display, sounding far too articulate for its animal appearance.

"AH HELL NAW, WHAT THE FUCKERY!?!??" He wasn't astonished by how the monkey creature could just perfectly speak all along, but rather from its intend to do such a thing.

The petite man flew back-first against a tree. A sharp, dull pain explodes across his spine and he slides to the ground with a pained groan.

As his world fades into white for what seemed to be the 3rd time in a day, two single, honest thoughts comes through:

'Marry, Milkyray' he thinks, delirium setting into his brain as unconsciousness attempts to claim him.

Before he's sucked fully into his dreamscape though, he spots the ape grinning widely, bloodstained face gleaming wickedly, sharp canines glinting in the rays of light.

"Gagaaaawwwwwwk!" The giant ape let out a low war cry as it then throws itself, prepared to slam the tiny man into an paste.

With no choice but to fight for his life, the strange-looking man mustered what strength he had left, ready for a one-way battle to the death...

"It's a do-or-die situation here, and I AM DEFINITELY NOT DYING BY A FUCKING MONKEY!!!!"

As last resort he scrambled desperately again for something to defend himself, but alas, he could only come up with one item, a mere, makeshift stick at best. So he grasps it as if his life depended on it while preparing for the impending assault.

Without hesitation, he pointed the thin stick towards the charging ape, not planning, thinking, or trying anything specific...

"BRING IT ON, YOU NI—"

"Just a word of caution, I wouldn't use that phrase around here." a smooth and silken voice pierced into his words and before he could comprehend the sentence, a tarzan-like figure emerged from the wilderness, holding some wooden spear-looking thing.

Then in the next moment, with a forceful throw the person pierced their weapon straight through the monkey's forehead, obliterating the side of its head and ending its reign of terror.

A shower of dark blue blood rains out in a cascading shower upon the impact, painting the entire environment in the colour.

"Troublesome wanna be human- ape, who does it think it is attacking people..?!" he mumbled as the lifeless creature slumps to the ground, its head completely dismembered by the well-placed attack.

The strange-looking, young-petite man stood aghast, speechless in the face of such unbridled power.

The mysterious figure then extends a hand, a gesture of camaraderie.

And in this moment of respite, as a single ray of sunlight shines down from the forest,

In its light, he could now catch a full glimpse of the hero:

His white hair flowed with a breeze that stirred up dirt from the ground. With the blood stains plastered all across his cheeks, his intense aqua-coloured eyes felt piercing, as though it would penetrate straight through any lies and facade and reach his very soul. He was utterly angelic, standing with confidence radiating from every fiber in his body, and yet, he had a rough, animalistic air about him.

But for the first time since appearing in the forest, the little man was met with a strangely comforting feeling in the presence of this otherworldly person, who just saved his life, which was pretty bizarre given his past circumstances.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt your battle. Anywho, i admire your courage. Care to join me on a journey out of this forest?"

Regaining composure, the man violently grabbed the stranger's arm, shaking his hands like his life depends on it.

"YES!! OF FUCKING COURSE!!! WHAT'S YOUR NAME?!" he roared at an uncomfortably loud tone, close to a screech, trying to break his hand from the excitement.

"My name?...It is Sigu." Vineboom effects ensue.

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The stage is set, the actors are ready, and in this mad, mad world, the strange-looking man's story continues... Welcome to the Zone, where nothing makes sense, and everything is possible.

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