Inquisitor Rahn-hure stood proudly on top of the hill behind me, a grin on his face. Like thunder, his power armor moved with his stride down towards me.

"TAKE HEED", he bellowed, "FOUL THING OF THE WARP! YOU SHALL NOT DAMN THIS LAST GUARDSMAN!"

My eyes widened, as the poor, helpless Daemonette stood half-heartily, looking at me with tears in her eyes, lips quivering as she made a whimpering noise... she seemed so utterly helpless against the Inquisitor. My mind burned and I looked towards the Inquisitor with a spark of hatred... as the man chanted out a litany of protection of souls and damnation of the Emperor's eternal foes! My head swam clear of fog, once again I thought of the righteous glory of the Emperor and his sacrifice made for mankind... He, the Inquisitor, spoke in a calm, commanding voice,

"Son, take my bolt pistol." he said, ripping the useless lasgun away from my white-knuckled hands, and thrusting the bolt pistol into it... "Redeem yourself here and now with the cleansing power of my weapon, and prove your worth to the Emperor. Then, the Lords of the Inquisition may smile favor upon you for your actions today. Perhaps you will be permitted to serve as a member of my new retinue."

I was in shock for a moment... The Inquisitor was really going to give me such an honor? Allow me to become one of his retinue? To give me a bolt pistol? To extinguish the existence of this... I looked back to the Daemonette, who had fallen again. She was crying, trying to hide from me and the Inquisitor... I stood there dumbfounded, and muttered, "She is so young though..."

"Perhaps I shall weaken the wretch for you, and expose her true nature for your eyes!" He bellowed another litany of damnation, growled with the white of his teeth gleaming, and then yanked his power sword out. He thundered towards the Daemonette, his vastly superior power armor was leaving deep boot prints in the ground beneath him. He raised the sword, "IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, FOWL THING, REVEAL YOUR TRUE NATURE!"

>>3097386
prints in the ground beneath him. He raised the sword, >"IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, FOWL THING, REVEAL YOUR TRUE NATURE!"
>OF THE EMPEROR, FOWL THING, REVEAL YOUR TRUE NATURE!"
>FOWL
And then Xom made the daemonette a chicken.

>>3097386

> "IN THE NAME OF THE EMPEROR, FOWL THING, REVEAL YOUR TRUE NATURE!"

> FOWL THING

> FOWL

So... he's saying the daemonette is really a bird?

My ears rang, my body shook, my hands ached, my arms cried out in pain... as the bolter kicked back in recoil from a single shot... All I could smell was the burnt chemical propellant that the bolt round had just spent. All I could hear was the ringing of my ears, unaccustomed to the closeness of a bolter shot like this one. All I could see were the backs of my eye lids. They were closed so tight that my face ached. I was to afraid to look. I could not come to realize what I had done until I opened them. Did I hit who I was aiming for? What....

There was a loud thud. Something wet misted my face. I opened my eyes...

>>3097395
Just as planned!

>>3097395
>>3097390
Avianmind

> "Son, take my bolt pistol."

>>3097402

>>3097407
Shut the fuck up.

Thanks to you fail-tards distracting me, i accidentally made a new writefag post.

"She smiled, "He asked me to show my true form, so, I did. In a manner of speaking..."

I grinned, half heartily. I went to speak, but found myself speechless as the very nude, very attractive, very... human... body walked towards me. It took care not to touch the Inquisitor's dead body.

"Human, I am in a grateful mood towards you... you have kept me in this world for yet another cycle, at least. Surrender entirely to me and my desires, and I shall spare your life. I shall give you the immunities of the gods, and pleasures beyond that which any human has ever experienced."

I smiled back... I nodded. I was to enchanted by her witchery to realize I had just sealed my own death... or was it damnation? Or were they one in the same... after killing an Inquisitor Lord, there was little I could do now... besides, the stiff member in my pants did not really care at this point, and thus, nor did my mind. I was utterly hers now. My mind melted to the lusts of chaos, the will of the Daemonette over-came me."

>>3097407

Any Inquisitor who would say something like that deserves to get shot. Seriously, giving a lowly guardsman a bolt pistol and trusting him to use it against a daemonette of the god of pleasure?

I saw that this had to do with daemonettes with the word "son" in the dialogue. Thus, I will give off a tl;dr version.
----------------

Gabriel Angelos waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Isador Akios were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.
Gabriel was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."
Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the Imperium he knew there were demons.
"This is Isador" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So Gabriel gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.
"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons
"I will shoot at him" said the daemonette and she fired the rocket missiles. Gabriel plasmaed at her and tried to blew her up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.
"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted
The radio said "No, Gabriel. You are the demons"
And then Gabriel was a zombie.

>>3097401
>>3097417
I can infer what happened, but did we miss something here?

>>3097395

V:

>>3097417
>Thanks to you fail-tards distracting me, i accidentally made a new writefag post.
No need to get your feathers ruffled. Don't be so chicken as to not be able to own up to your mistakes, even if they egg you on about it.

Her smooth, supple hand reached around me, taking hold of me firmly... "Very well then, my little guardsman, guard me and please your new Mistress." she said, grinning this time with her teeth showing. Dozens of sharp, daemonic teeth were seen under her lips. I loved every one of them... I wanted to worship the very ground she walked on, and every part of her false body.

I soon came to realize her hand was turning into a claw, cutting away my clothes. I turned red slightly, wondering if she was just going to do things here and now... her claw carressed my lower body parts, standing firm and erect. I worried not if she were to cut it off... as she moved into a kneeling position before my body. Her daemonic influence on me... was... amazing...

As she did her magic, I looked to the sky to see the heavens above...

>>3097446
>No need to get your feathers ruffled. Don't be so chicken as to not be able to own up to your mistakes, even if they egg you on about it...SEAFOOD SOUP!!!

Copypasta should be relevant to your posted image

As I looked up... I saw the light of heaven coming to me... I smiled, pleasuring welling up... and then, wide eyed, it came do-----

>>3097451
ONLY TO SEE HUNDREDS OF LANCE STRIKES COMING DOWN.

ORBITAL BOMBARMENT: THE ONLY WAY TO BE SURE!!!

>I looked to the sky to see the heavens above...
Yes, to you, all you could see was the vast open sky stretching above. All I could see was the ceiling in that cold, dark room

Obvious bombardment is obvious.

+++LOG OF CAPTAIN DUKE FUCK'EM+++

WE CAME DOWN WITH A MOTHER FUCKING THUDD OF RIGHTEOUS FUCKING ANGER.

FUCK YEAH. AS OUR MEN POURED FORTH FROM THE ANGRY RHINO-POD, THE BROTHERS THAT CLUNG TO THE OUTSIDE HAD FELL OFF. FUCK YES. THEY CAME DOWN LIKE METEORS OF ANGER INTO THE DAEMON HORDES.

I HEARD SOMETHING, FUCKING PITIFUL FUCKING WEAK TARD GUARDSMAN. PUSSY PANZY HIDING UNDER MY DROP POD RHINO... WHAT A FUCKING COWARD.
++++END PERSONAL FUCKING LOG++++


The guardsman, barely alive, said... "W--Wh...Why..."

The angry Marine looked down... "FUCK YOU BITCH" he slammed his power boot into the guardsman head, as the army of anger, raged towards the Slaaneshi Infestation of Calamar IV.

The Guardsman awoke, covered in sweat...no..blood... he was dead. In the realms of Chaos. His new Mistress stood next to him, grinning...
"Welcome to your permanent home."

>>3097455

As if posting a bunch of punny quips wasn't enough to make his picture relevant.

>>3097476
SHIT JUST GOT AWESOME

>>3097479
sup samefag?

Eternal Damnation == Lots of kinky femdom sex in the Warp.

Yes, yes it is.

>>3097484

Nothing much, how's it hanging, differentbreeder?

>>3097492
>differentbreeder
you know, that wasn't funny back when it was a SA meme. It still isn't

>>3097486
sign me up

those long twisty tounges must be great for blow jobs

I would write moar, but I am unsure as to the interest in this topic. While I enjoy kinky stories of Slaanesh, I can't help but not be half-serious and lolsy.

>>3097505

Why so butthurt? Angry that I singled you out as a heterosexual?

>>3097527
I hear good things about throwing in a Voltaire'd

>>3097535
>Why so butthurt? Angry that I singled you out as a heterosexual?

oh u

>>3097527

More.

Because /tg/ can never have enough HERESY.

+++Some time later+++

I awoke, to yet another day of agonizing pain. I look to my arm... so scared, so pink... then to my claw... they had changed my spirit, my soul, my being... suddenly my eyes involuntarily jerked up to my Mistress. She spoke in the foul language of the warp.

"I see you are awake... my Daemonette want-to-be." she cackled, as a little Daemonette stood next to her.

"Why have you done this to me?" I replied, looking to my clawed feet...

"You wanted to live forever, so I have made you like us. Your one of us now, sister. One of us now, brother." she grinned, then pulled me to my feet. My collar and metal shackles dissolving into warp ether, as I was to be taken somewhere, I assumed. "Where are we going?"

She simply smiled her daemonic, lust filled grin... but lust for what? That was the question...

>She simply smiled her daemonic, lust filled grin... but lust for what? That was the question...

...for instance...

>>3097593

...heavy petting?

>>3097581
Lustful grin on a Daemonette.
isn't that a bit redundant.

>>3097602

I vote orgy. hot daemonette-on-half-changed-guardsman action

As we reached a golden meadow within the realm of Carnality, the lolidaemonette pointed to a passing Seekers of Slaanesh. One of them called out, "Ha Ha, Sisters! Look! Look at this pet our steed-less Sister has! This one is but a half-bred!", her claw jabbed out, aimed at me.

My Mistress yelled back, "I see You, Shela'si'sayuth, still have an interest in the beast whores of these fields? Did to many nights out with the damnable of Khorne, stretch your walls? I think you just needed a larger tongue and cock to please you!"

Shela'si'sayuth glowered, and rode on, her fellow riders laughing and jeering at both Shela'si'sayuth and the half-ling.

"Mistress, where are we going?"
"To see the Lord of Pleasure, for revenge upon those that hurt us. Those...those...contemptible human men and their falling vehicles!"

>>3097629
and then he could join doomrider on the cocaine mountines.

+++Elsewhere+++
Duke Fuck'em growled, and slammed his dual power fists through the turkey, through the table, through the floor as he fell forward in sheer rage. He stuck his head through the hole he made. Spittle flying from his lips as he yelled at the Sgt roomed below the mess-hall... " SOMEONE IS FUCKING TALKING ABOUT ME BEHIND MY BACK, CUNT SUCKING COWARDS!"

Sgt. Ram-em yelled in outrage, 'FUCK YOU SERIOUS? FFFFFFFFFFFFF' and at that, the entire battle barge rang out with a massive, unified, '"FUCK YOU SLAANESHI WHORES"", as their ship continued to bombard the unconquerable planet of Calamar IV.

guardsman and daemonette were smahed by a falling rhino drop pod?

this is fucking stupid....I mean even more fucking stupid than usual

Awe, did you lose your hard on or something?

Angry marines don't use drop pods. They just hurl rhinos.

"I shall name my pet and new sister.... Sara'yeshal'ti'zech, or just Sara" said the Daemonette, with a dubious grin...

"My name isn't Sara..." I bellowed back

"SILENCE" Slaanesh said, as the hermaphrodite god stroked it's cock, whilst hordes of Daemonettes tended it's breasts, cunt, and ass. It smiled down upon me, I daren't look up at it... "IT SHALL BE KNOWN AS SARA FROM HERE ON OUT."

I frowned... I had no choice...

"My name is Gregory Jordan, my ID number is T2MN9201... I am Gr...Gre... ' I stopped, I couldn't move, the god glared down at me...

"YOU, ARE, SARA. YOU LOOK LIKE A SARA. SARA IS A CUTE NAME. DO YOU NOT LIKE THE JUDGMENT OF THE ALL POWERFUL PLEASURE GOD?!"

"Uh My Master, I came up with the na-" my Mistress interjected, but was cut short...

"SILENCE" he bellowed, 'IT WAS MY IDEA. NOW GO. GO FOR YOUR REVENGE. YOU HAVE MY PERMISSION. TAKE AN ARMY. TAKE SARA. BE GONE. TAKE PLEASURE IN A BLOOD-LUST UPON THESE...ANGRY...MARINES."

My name is Sara, and I am up to my neck in serious damnation.

---+++To Be Continued+++---

>>3097750
>SARA IS A CUTE NAME. DO YOU NOT LIKE THE JUDGMENT OF THE ALL POWERFUL PLEASURE GOD?!"

I lol'd for some reason

Thank you. Have this reward :D

>>3097750
I understand all the sex but OP is forgetting all the drugs as slaneesh stands not only for sex but excessiveness in all earthly plessures. Doomrider is a prime example.

Oh I know there is the lots of sex, but if you notice, I was in the lands of Carnality

=] drugs come later. Trust in the Slaanesh, young doom rider.

I will write more later, for now, I have a business presentation to work on, and I am lul-writefagged' out.

>revenge
>upon angry marines

that better involve getting their uniforms dirty with your blood, nigger

this story is shit now

>>3097818
Nothing in Doomrider's actual character suggests drugs.

You know what it does suggest?

Sex.

Because he has a special rule called 'He Comes, he goes.' THINK ABOUT IT.

FUCK IT'S LIKE A FRAT PARTY ONLY FULL OF SPACE MARINES AND NO CHICKS

I BUMP BECAUSE OF ANGRY MARINES.

What do YOU stand for, bitches ?

Of course the Angry Marines will prevail!

WHY THE FUCK WOULDN'T THEY?!!?

I'm only leading the chickens to the slaughtering house! :P I'm just making some lulsy of Daemonettes in the process, is that a crime?

Heresy, yes, but is heresy a crime?

>>3097980
Umm...actually, it is. Punishable by death. Death by torture.

+++DEEP INTO CHAOS SPACE+++
+++ Eridiem VII+++

I was down in the filthy mud of some Emperor-forsaken shithole, the battle raging just a few klicks away from me, and insufferably out of reach, for the time being. There has been an explosion, possibly when I single-handedly attacked one of the fucking dreadnoughts of those Khorne motherfuckers, and my brothers aimed at my target all at the same time.

I got on my feet at last, pleased to see that if my armour was absolutely brown from sludge and dirt, so were the remnants of the dreadnought, scattered in a seventy meters radius around me. Must have been one hell of a blast. My com system was fried, I could only hear unclear cries of battle and anger, covered by static. It took me a while to remember this was absolutely normal, and I went on my way back to the battle, back to the glory, back to the many chaotic bitches to maul.

I noticed one priest, alone here away from the battle. He was wearing what looked like a purple armour, finely decorated in heretical signs and robes. When he heard me approaching (I wasn’t trying to be stealthy) he turned back swiftly and pointed a bolt pistol at my head. What the fuck was a cultist doing with a bolt pistol anyway ? I guess he mistook my brief-stopping-to-ascertain-the-best-way-to-pound-him-in-the-ground for a fear of his puny weapon.

Lies...

Yes Anon, take over for me with another fun story. I'm going to sleep now. If this threat (likely) dies before I am back tomorrow, I will begin anew. Picking up with the story of how...
The Angry Marines fucked Slaanesh & his bitches over.

I love Slaanesh.
I love Angry Marines more.
I know they hate me.

Good night fa/tg/uys.

>>3098019
That single post was better than this entire thread.

FFFFFFFFUUUUU /tg/ acting all faggotty I can't post the end.

>>3098019
BROTHER! WHAT THE FFUUUUUCCCCKKKK?! YOUR ANGER IMPLANTS APPEAR TO BE MALFUNCTIONING, WITH ALL YOUR NORMAL FUCKING CUNT WORDS AND PARAGRAPHS AND PANSY BULLSHIT! AWWW,DID YOU HIT YOUR FUCKING HEAD ON A ROCK LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE. PUT SOME MORE ANGER INTO IT! LIKE THIS!

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

>>3098019

- Well well, he said in a screeching yet sultry voice that made my blood boil, what have we here ? Finally, I get to meet one of those Marines my superiors always told me about. For my first assignment on the battlefield, what a better thing could I possibly bring back to my Scheming Master than one of those mighty and scary Space Marines ?
-FUCK YOU CHAOS SCUM, I explained.

I didn’t liked his tone. I didn’t liked is garment, nor his weapon aimed at me, nor his general smug attitude, nor, come to think of it, his very existence. But I guess he never understood what was going to hit him until I whipped the mud on my breastplate, revealing the HOLY YELLOW FACE OF ANGRINESS THAT WAS GOING TO BE HIS LAST SIGHT BEFORE I PULVERISED HIS SORRY ASS.

When he finally stopped breathing, after spending a long time lying on the ground as an almost artistic pile of broken purple armour and red, sticky organic mulch, I bellowed deep from within my soul and body a thunderous, pissed off shouting.

-FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU--- my brethren responded in the distance, as I resumed my run back to the fight.

>>3098056

AHEM. Not all angry marines scream. It's the quiet ones you have to watch out for.

>>3098019

- Well well, he said in a screeching yet sultry voice that made my blood boil, what have we here ? Finally, I get to meet one of those Marines my superiors always told me about. For my first assignment on the battlefield, what a better thing could I possibly bring back to my Scheming Master than one of those mighty and scary Space Marines ?
-FUCK YOU CHAOS SCUM, I explained.

I didn’t liked his tone. I didn’t liked is garment, nor his weapon aimed at me, nor his general smug attitude, nor, come to think of it, his very existence. But I guess he never understood what was going to hit him until I whipped the mud on my breastplate, revealing the HOLY YELLOW FACE OF ANGRINESS THAT WAS GOING TO BE HIS LAST SIGHT BEFORE I PULVERISED HIS SORRY ASS.

>>3098070

Shit, looks like it worked after all. Oh well. Typing the rest anyway.

I BLAME TZEENTCH FOR TRYING TO DISCREDIT ME

>>3098067
FUCK YOU, DIDN'T WE GO OVER THIS IN THE GREAT SCHISM OF ANGER! RAISE YOUR VOICE OR GO JOIN THE SEETHING MARINES, BITCH-HOLE!

this should end with sara becoming the new DOOM STUMBLER

I DO HEROIN!

>>3098095
Reminds me of ANGRY SIXTEEN here. Newfags won't get this.

>>3098063

It came as a therapeutic shock to me, and something in my head snapped back into place.
- FUCK THOSE MOTHERFUCKING BASTARDS, I noticed.
My power wrench up and high, I lowered it several times on the skulls of a few fuckers that were running away from the action. Guardsmen maybe, or mere cultists, I didn’t cared. The Emperor was calling.
- CUNT MOTHERFUCKING PRICKS ASSHOLES !
No, it was Komissar Fuklaw, giving orders to a section captain. Looked like I had covered the distance between me and the party very fast. It’s like that when you are having fun maiming chaos fuckers.
- ANGRY MARINE FUCKIN REPORTING ! I shouted, my fist meeting the face of a Khorne Marine who had been waving his chainsword at my nose in a very rude manner.
- THAT’S ABOUT TIME YOU DIPSHIT, Fuklaw greeted me. NOW GO FUCK THEM HARD, THEY THINK THEY GOT US OUTNUMBERED.
Of course they did, but I never found it a problem.

We just had more targets to punch.

Isn't the ability to spell a requirement if you want to claim being a writer?

>>3098354

First, fuck you.

Then, I never "claimed" being a writer.

Third, fuck you.

And finally, try to write french like I write english, then talk.

Also, fuck you, butthurt tard.

>>3098148
that is how an angry marine is supposed to sound

>>3098388
Do you really want me writing French like you write English?

I thought the French objected to foreigners mangling their language.

>>3098949
Angry Marines are dead. They've been replaced by the FUCKING RETARED BITCH WHORE CUNT TOURETTES MARINES STEPHEN CONROY FAGGOT.

Lazy? No, just practical. I am here for laughs. Anyone who takes my writes or efforts to write seriously, make me laugh.

As for me writing MOAR heresy, I shall, when I return to my abode tonight. Until then, keep me laughing, thanks.

>>3098961
SHUT YOUR MOTHERFUCKING CUNTFACE, CUNTDICK! DIE IN A PILE OF COCKS BEFORE I WRENCH YOUR ASS AND KICK YOUR BALLS OUT OF YOUR EARS, CUMSNORTER!

Just for that, I'm going to drop a rhino on you...

>>3098994
Lazy bastard, leaving me in the middle of a creepy fapfic with a dick the size of the Empire State Building.

I wish a daemonette would slaaneshify me.

/tg/ - Transgender

Image related

:D Thank you.

I guess I could admit to this being a creepy fapfic... trans-gender, trans-formation, tranny-Daemonettes... dom and sub... sexual temptations... etc.

However, we all must look beyond these subtle and not so subtle temptations, to the true meat of the stories.

ANGRY MAARRRINNNEESSSSSSS FUCK YEAH!

No, seriously, OP here saying this as a stone hard dick fact: "I made this story to tempt those of Slaanesh and otherwise. To put forward a slightly interesting, if incredulous, story. To end it with Angry Marines Rhino-Drop podding onto someone. Bad ending, /tg/"

Then I realized, "Hey, it doesn't HAVE to end there... I can have more angry marine stuff, if they keep the guy alive. Throw in some fetishes, a weak plot, chaos, and angry marines... hell, I could be come the next Dan Abnett, isn't that all they do anyways?"

Heh, enjoy the rider, fa/tg/uys.
(For the note: Angry Marines use Rhinos as drop pods, as their righteous fury is to raging...they want to always take the fastest route to the battle. Thus, when drop pods are unavailable, they launch Rhinos from orbit.)

"Oh?" he said. "What makes you think I'm with the Angry Marines?"

The cultist didn't reply directly, choosing instead to scream in agony as the marine held him up by his spine. Then he stopped, as the marine shoved him into the nearby Defiler's cannon.

"I mean, I /am/ rather disappointed that all of you have turned from the Emperor's light," said the marine as he clambered onto the now-smoking mutated machine-beast. "It shames all of humanity."

He laid his chainsaw blade against the Defiler's "head", before savagely pulling it back, almost decapitating it. Then, he yanked the helmet off, and threw it through a charging World Eater.

"All right, I must admit I am slightly peeved." As the walker fell, he jumped off, lightly stepping onto a another Chaos Marine's pauldron before kicking it in the face.

"Well. More than slightly." He stamped down again, driving the traitor's head into it's own spiky armour.

"But it's just because... it's just so damn stupid to fight against the Imperium. Don't you stupid bastards ever learn?!" The chainsword started up again as he thrust it through a fleeing cultist's back; he pulled the blade up, lifting the struggling woman up above his head.

"It... makes me so... damn... angry!" He shoved a grenade into the cultist's spleen before slinging the blade back over his head, sending her flying into the crowd.

The explosion was deafening.

"SERGEANT! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!?"

"Sorry, Captain. I got slightly sidetracked."

"GET THE FUCK BACK ON YOUR MISSION!"

"Yes, sir." The marine rolled his eyes at the first cultist again. "Honestly. What's his problem?"

>>3098354

Of course it is, so you better go to an American school to learn it, so you can become 1/10 of how great the OP's grammar is.

>>3098994

Um dude that picture is of an elephant.