Reaping The Rewards

 

Artwork by Fenlil0316

Corey waited in line bored with a cart full of snacks at his local seasonal Halloween store. It was mid October, Halloween fever in full swing, and while he loathed the holiday, it did come with its own rewards such as the loads of candy variety packs he was about to purchase. It was getting very late, there was only one service line, and the customer ahead was dealing with some first world problems. Rather than gaze at pumpkin ornaments and the other undesirable decor to pass the time, Corey plastered his face to his phone screen to watch his favorite anime-style vtuber Mori Calliope.

For someone who disliked Halloween and all things spooky it probably seemed odd he’d find such enjoyment out of a grim reaper persona live streaming raps about reaping on YouTube. She was an oddity that intrigued him, a sexy, graceful looking Grim Reaper girl with long pink hair, a small black tiara with a veil attached and a very intricately designed, fashionable black dress for a Queen. She claimed not only to like slaying people and dark places, but to be a lover of flowers, dolls, and sweets. She was a gentle-hearted girl whose sweet voice contradicted the more morbid things she tended to say.

Tonight Mori was fooling around with some items in her house in “Hell” to create some track samples for a new rap. It was a fun stream and Mori as usual was feeling appreciative and bullied by all the support through the super chat donations. Corey could tell there was some definite stress in the life for whomever played Mori.

“I can’t believe it, please excuse me. You all are doing too much again.” Mori said a little agitated from all the support. “It is just a lot right now, this time of the year. Juggling reaping and streaming ya know?”

Never having donated to her before, Corey came up with a fun idea that he couldn’t pass up. He’d finally get over his nerves and actually try to communicate with Mori and support her. He sent in his super chat, donating a hefty enough number that she’d be inclined to read it. It ended up turning into a full on back and forth though, him donating more and more.

You seem like you could use a break. I hope this money helps you relax.

“CandyCorey23 oh my, thanks for the support,” Mori replied. “Of course, well, ya see, it is not so simple. Reaping is a full-time job. October is busy. A very busy time for your boi. It has been admittedly hard juggling the streaming, music, and the reaping.”

I’ll help however I can. How about I do the reaping for you from now on? Lol

“What? Wow, I’m touched. I’m not really used to uh, so much love I guess, um… But no, no I couldn’t force that on anyone else. Being a Reaper takes a lot of dedication and you see, not just anyone can do it.”

I wish to try if you’ll let me. I want to help you achieve your dreams Mori!

“No no please. You really don’t have to. October is such a busy time, trust me. So many restless souls and uh, humans tempting the realm of the dead, heh.”

I want to! I insist.

“Wow... thank your soul. Really, um... Okay, I’ll take it up with the Boss!”

“Sir you’re next!” The cashier screamed, startling Corey from his moment with Mori and causing him to nearly drop his phone.

Corey quickly existed the stream and paid for his abundance of snacks which were bagged into a large brown bag by the cashier dressed in a cringe vampire outfit. Finally he could get out of here and walk home.

On the way back to his apartment things felt a bit off. Corey’s eyes darted from one shadow to the next, everything seeming especially dark tonight, the black shapes reaching out like twisted fingers. It felt like he could be swallowed up at any moment.

Curse these cloudy autumn nights, thought Corey, hating to admit his nerves were a bit stirred. The rumble of thunder in the distance didn’t help matters.

Suddenly a violent flash of light streaked across the sky, illuminating in front of him a giant, robed figure brandishing a scythe. It was heading right for him, levitating a few feet from the ground. No feet could be seen, just the eerie, fluttering tatters of the robe. With a screech of terror, Corey sprinted into the blanket of night.

He continued running until the lights of the streets faded around him into a dark dirt path, exhaustion setting in. He wished he could’ve kept running, but he wasn’t the athletic type and simply had nothing left. Gasping for air, he was hopeful he put enough distance between whatever the hell that was. However, he could feel it in his shivering bones that wasn’t the end of it. The shadows felt stronger now, pushing down on him with an oppressive force.

Uneasiness returned, and he could feel the ghostly cold touch of many arms wrapping around him, grabbing at the meat of his arms and thighs. He was shaking uncontrollably, unable to speak, eventually dropping to the ground the brown bag he had somehow kept clinging tightly to out of fear. What spilled out of the bag though shocked him, as it wasn’t his candy, but a black tiara with a long white veil attached. It looked exactly like the one—

“Mooooriiii…”

Corey stiffened into a twig, teeth clattering as the wheezing vocals of some demonic being echoed behind him. He could feel its breath mixed in with the chilled wind whipping through his short, dusty hair. The voice spoke again, each word compelling his heart to beat faster and stifling his breathing.

“Mori has told me you wish to free her from her… duty!”

Corey remained silent, gazing down at the veil on the ground. What did this have to do with Mori? Who the hell was behind him?

“That is a tall order. To be a Reaper is… to be bound to death…”

Corey was piecing it together now. It was his request to Mori earlier. That was all fake though, right!?

A-A-Are y-you? Corey wondered, unable to muster the courage to ask it aloud.

“DEAAAATHH!” The ghostly presence howled in response as if having read Corey’s thoughts. The stench from his breath was like that of a corpse, nearly making Corey puke.

“I do feel it may be time for a replacement…” the self-proclaimed Death continued.

Corey had no idea how he’d get out of this mess, so he tried to play supportive and see if he could talk his way out of it.

“Y-Yeah! She is p-pretty busy.”

Death went mute and it made Corey even more uncomfortable. Eventually he realized he had to break the silence.

“S-So. You know I’d… I’ll always s-support Calli. J-Just let me go and I’ll do whatever I can!”

Thunder rumbled in the distance and an ominous breeze kicked up.

“Yes…. You will…” the ghastly voice agreed.

That is when Corey noticed the tiara and veil levitating into the air above his head, carried by rotting skeleton hands reaching out from the darkness.

“W-wait! What are you!? Please, j-just let me go! What is that for!? What are you doing!?”

The panic in Corey’s voice grew as the tiara was positioned above and gently placed on his head.

“Nooooo!!” Corey screamed, expecting something horrific to befall him. However, several seconds passed with nothing. Though the presence of Death was still lurking behind him with his army of groping hands.

“Deliverance…”

A loud, crackling roar filled the sky as an intense wind kicked up around Corey. Thousands of cackling voices rode on the rumbling boom, and the violent winds coiled around his body, swirling in place as he was lifted up from his knees and into a slight elevation, balancing barely on his toes. Large cracks formed in the ground beneath him, a bright, flickering light illuminating from them. Several silver bolts of energy suddenly burst upwards, striking the tiara atop his head, the impact sending the veil, his hair and clothes into a hectic flurry. The energy bolts held their connection a few full seconds, lighting up Corey’s eyes with their terrifying brilliance as he screamed in agony. Unearthly energy lashed across his body, traveling back and forth from his hands to his feet to his head, and a moment later it was over. Corey fell slightly limp from the ordeal, the spectral hands and animate wind the only things keeping him upright. There was a white tint to everything as his senses returned, his eyes still illuminated with a silver glow.

“The job… is yours…” Death whispered forebodingly into Corey’s ear.

The brisk wind then increased its howl and began to grip to Corey’s flesh, filling him with a strange sensation. That was when he looked down and noticed he could actually see the gusts. It wasn’t wind at all though, but a black miasma holding him. Even more curious was that the black mist seemed to be eating away at his clothing, the harvest winds now caressing his skin.

Corey’s body was ice cold with fright, as if all life had been drained from him. However, there was a single speck of heat that began to rise in the pit of his gut. It pulsated as it grew in strength, sending goosebumps across his skin. Soon it congealed into a twisting knot of ice and fire within his stomach that made him spasm. The intensifying warmth pooled out across his body mixing in with the deathly cold energy flowing through him. Trembling, he felt a building arousal carried by the warmth. He wanted desperately to wrap his arms around himself or even grab at his stiffening cock excited from it, but his body was loose and out of his control, held in place by the hands of the undead.

The arousal quickly become unbearable, his cock throbbing with thick veins as blood pumped hastily into it, his nipples growing erect over a hot pressure building beneath them. He tried to fight it, but his confused feelings were forceful and the sensations relentless. He couldn’t touch any of the hot, aching points of his body. No, only the skeletal hands of dead could. And they did…

“Shit, no! Don’t touch me…” Corey yelped as he squirmed. Boney fingers wrapped themselves around his cock and began to pump and tease, others pinching at his excited nipples. The rest of the hands played foul with his thighs and ass cheeks, groping them like prime, succulent meat. A voice within his head begged for more.

It feels so good, Corey thought. As gross and frightening as this is, my body… it feels so good!

“You respond well to the Reaper’s call.” Death muttered as he examined the fidgeting man. “This aura suits you…”

“N-No! This isn’t right! I-uhn! Ohhh!” Corey protested before being overwhelmed by the smooth, ridged fingers working his cock, cum launching in small, thick bursts. The grip on his body was lessened for the moment, allowing him to blissfully heave forward as he distressingly relished in the release.

He cried out for them to stop as the black miasma tightened its grip to him. It created a pressure that seemed to loosen up the mass in his body, allowing the hands grabbing him to pull and push his flesh and muscle into new shapes. Fingers and palms mingled with his own, clasping from both sides. Slowly but surely his hands were trimmed down, molded into thinner, more alluring digits with black nail polish. The hands on his arms glided down his biceps and forearms, back and forth, massaging them down in size—any bulky muscle faded into softer, toned peaks. At his legs, the hands were grabbing clumps of muscle and fat from his lower legs as well as pushing all the excess mass from his belly downward; all of it shoving into his ass, thighs and hips.

“Gahh! W-What is happening to me?!” Corey yelled out, barely able to fight back the moans. Everywhere the hands touched him he could feel his body hair being shaved away, creamy, baby-smooth skin being left in its wake.

He arched back, letting out rugged gasps as the lust spurned on by the otherworldly energy flowing through him started taking over—his mind a constant battle of fear and pleasure now. His legs trembled and popped, their shapes lengthening in all the right ways, bending into a more noticeably female curvature. He then screeched in agonizing ecstasy as his hip bones shifted and his pelvis popped and widened. At that same moment the sides of his torso and the flat of his gut gurgled, crackled, and crunched, his entire figure caving into an hourglass shape. The guiding hands of the dead helped make sure Corey’s budding female figure settled into proper shape, pulling and pressing at points where any convulsing mass felt like it might fire off it’s intended course. Some hands took delight in his new shapely hips, tracing their sides as they bucked along with his swelling ass which now looked more pronounced thanks to the new curvature in his spine.

Each change came with an erotic shot of adrenaline that sent Corey reeling. With the extreme change in his figure came ropes upon ropes of cum spilling out from his engorged cock at the mercy of Death’s increasingly enticing touch. His body was being corrupted and yet he was somehow enjoying it. He craved the touch of Death bearing down on him, groping him, bettering him. Yes, the power swelling within was indescribable. No human should possess such raw, potent energy of the damned!

“Yesssss… you understand now.” Death whispered to a panting Corey, whose tongue was hanging out. His mind hung on to every word from Death. “This power is not meant for a human… But then, you are no longer human.”

Corey moaned loudly, his cries carrying off far into the distance. The heat within his body reached a boiling point, his dick hot as a cattle prod and his chest filled with hot magma that was ready to erupt. His chest soon began to expand and the undead hands wasted no time in starting to fondle them, encouraging the budding mounds. Once the burgeoning, sagging tits became large enough, the skeleton hands painfully compressed them to teasingly stifle their growth. There was eventually too much fat to hold back though, much of it squeezing between the boney fingers. A moment later it all burst free, large, soft, malleable, perky breasts bouncing from Corey’s chest. The rippling pleasure from their release sent him into a nirvana like state, his dick unloading yet again in celebration. There was no resistance now, no way to fight back against the onslaught of lust, of power, of purpose!

Corey gazed down with affection towards his new jugs, the white of his eyes fading as the energy finished settling more deeply within him. The large mounds had eaten away at the sight of his lower body, blocking his view of it. The grabby hands of the dead that he had become quite fond of groped at his new pair; this time more lovingly. Then came Death’s voice again, sounding pleased with the results and giving some words of encouragement.

“Good… Embrace the woman blossoming within you… Queen of the damned!”

Suddenly a stiff, hard object which Corey couldn’t see, rammed itself deep up his asshole, sending him screaming towards the dark abyss above, the energy within him going wild and sending lightning bolts firing off from his body. It felt like a steeled cock penetrating him, but it moved not with the purpose of merely fucking him, but carving out a space within him. It pounded and pushed against his prostate with so much force that he felt it deforming. It was like a tendriled battering ram was digging its way through his ass and slamming into his lower torso, defying the laws of anatomy. From his prostate it flattened out a space around it that soon began to grow into a chasm within the extra space that had been formed within his now wider hips. Twisting tubes and a large hot channel connected to them began to form, burrowing towards the base of his cock.

Corey felt so unbearably turned on that he could literally not stop wailing or cumming. The devilish hands forcing him to ejaculate were having an easier time of it after the brutal butt-fuck pushed the tunnel of a brand new vagina up to his urethra. His balls in the meantime were sucked inward and tangled by the twisting tubes finding refuge on each side of the new inner walls which they were connected to. Each ballsack was crushed and excruciatingly molded into a pair of ovaries which immediately began pumping out estrogen. This caused even more chaos within Corey’s mind.

Woman… reaper… perfect… like Mori… Corey internally groaned, loving the ideal he was being made into more and more. He would’ve never thought of himself as a woman before, nor did he ever expect to be a reaper. However, he felt more than confident at this point that Death knew what was necessary, what his soul truly craved.

“You want this…” Death teased.

“Y-Yes!” Corey moaned in agreement. The hot channel within him finally connected to his dick, forcing his urethra open wide and sucking the stiff rod into the chasm.

“Wed yourself to me servant. Become an agent of Death…”

“Oooh! Yes! I’m yours!” Corey yelled out like a needful wife, a skeleton hand harshly clamping on her neck, getting rid of the adam’s apple and setting free the enchanting, female tones of the new maiden of the dead.

“All these souls cannot crossover… without you Reaper.”

“Ohhh, their beautiful voices! Th-Their agonizing cries! I hear them! I hear them!” Corey moaned, her mind connecting with the denizens of the underworld and the succulent souls of the world above, her new purpose being imprinted on her. It was overwhelming yet exciting.

“They need your amity.” Death said with a more stern voice now. From the glowing cracks below Corey a scythe began to slowly rise, brushing past her shriveling dick and wedging itself between her firm reaper-rack.

“They need your… JUDGEMENT!”

“OOOHHHH YES!!” Corey proudly proclaimed, her body tightening into an orgasmic release, dick pumping out clearer, vaginal fluids now while being violently tugged inward, the inner channel of it fusing and becoming one with her vaginal track. With the tensing in her body came firmer muscle rising within her tummy, and tightening in her bottom and thighs, bringing even more deadly glamour to her femme fatale figure.

In the throes of her joyful cries her face finally began to change, the woman she was chosen to be emerging. Her lips plumped up and her eyebrows grew thin and seductive. Crackling bone and shifting sinew made quick work of the structural makeup of her face, thinning and straightening her nose, narrowing her chin into a point, and recreating the shape of her eyes into larger, more alluring shapes with pink pupils that carried innocence to them, but could equally looked depraved under the slants of her aroused gaze. All the fear and masculinity had been wiped and replaced with a cute, sexy reaper girl bending to the lust of her powers and the dead that now craved her.

A rush of new knowledge flowed into her mind as the hair on her head flowed down her backside into a very long bubblegum pink mane that filled all the space of her white veil. Her bangs now sported a more blunt, refined look that accented her eyes. The black miasma cloaking her began to take on a more distinct shape around her as her personal ritual continued upon the orgasmic waves that refused to cease. She was not finished yet.

Corey wanted Death itself to finish her, to make her theirs. They thankfully obliged, the dozens of skeleton hands receding, letting Corey gently down onto her feet again as the cracks in the ground disappeared beneath. She was left gripping for stability onto her new scythe wedged between her breasts—the head close enough to lick, which she did. The inhuman dick—Death’s dick—within her ass still plugged away, forming her womb. Death’s hands took over in place of the others, one harshly toying with one of her large tits, the other continuing to beat off her shrinking, unsightly dick.

“P-Please! Boss! Finish m-me! I must w-work! I m-must--”

Death’s dick finally made its mark, slamming a large opening at the bottom of their Reaper’s dick. Corey’s ass clenched tight and her breasts leaked milk, every nerve in her feeling sweet release. The constantly cumming cock finally gave in, self penetrating the channel gobbling it up as it folded inside out on entry and dug down through the chasm. The head of the cock then split wide open once hitting the base and puffed into a pair of vaginal lips. The reaper’s new pussy squirted out waterfalls of fresh ejaculate, christening her thighs, as her master dug their fingers deep into her while she rode the final high.

“Fucking hell! Fucking hell! Fuuuuck!! Ooooohh!!” Corey wailed, unable to mince words as the orgasmic touch of her creator helped her through the finish line. She was happy for the gift of power her master had bestowed upon her. Death made sure it hadn’t fucked up with this one either, her sense of duty stronger than Mori. This Reaper was drunk on her power, married to the tasks laid before her. She was an obedient servant, body and soul.

The black miasma that had been reshaping around her body soon finished its own task as well, forming an outfit fitted for the pink-haired slayer. There was no mistaking it as the woman looked down at her own figure matched to the outfit: The wide, see-through, detached sleeve, the gold ankle-strap heels, the one legging and golden trims to the outfit, the black cape with spikes adoring the shoulders, the extravagant black dress with a slit near the thighs, pulled taut to her toned tummy. With the pink hair it was undeniable, she had been made into an exact copy of Mori the vtuber.

The Reaper giggled with a coy look in her eyes while she drank in the perfection of her body and said, “Not just taking over the job, but her looks as well? Oh my.”

Suddenly the embrace of Death itself seized her again and she crumbled, her loins wet from his mere touch. She bit her lip and awaited his words.

“Well you insisted on taking her job. It only felt right… you inherit the whole package.”

The reaper gasped as she felt her master slowly fade from her, his words trailing on the quieting wind.

“Now be off my harbinger of doom. My… Cori.”

Reborn and refreshed, Cori slammed her massive scythe into the ground and sat on the handle as if it were a bench, crossing her legs and resting her chin onto her hand. She then moistened her lips with her tongue and cupped a breast as an amused smile played across her lips. She could sense an abundance of souls just begging to be slayed. Gazing down at the ground, her Reaper eyes saw through the earth to Hell below and all the spirits that resided there as well as the bottomless pits that still needed to be filled.

“What a helluva job you’ve given me.” Cori cutely commented. Her gaze became more obsessive as she stared at Hell. To have such power over the souls of humanity made her heart stir. To have this drop dead gorgeous body to flaunt too was invigorating. Mori was crazy for wanting an out from this.

“Don’t worry boss,” Cori assured, knowing Death could hear her. “You’ve got yourself a happy Reaper.”