Content Warning: Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, strong language, hateful language and slurs, extreme violence, violence against children, vore, extreme racism, genocide, and a wide spectrum of grotesque or otherwise disturbing content. Reader discretion is advised.
Psycho Shatter 1988: Black Vice X Weiss Vice
Atrocity 08: The White Devil
Part 1: The White Moon
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 04:31 UTC
Location: SPACE!
The devastation of the Whiterats was so prominent that it could even be seen from space. The yellow glow of brightly lit cities were replaced by the red-orange radiance of fire as cities burned. Clouds were darkened by relentless streams of smoke. And one could almost see the titans of Africa marching as they made way to the dens of colonizers. The planet was enraptured in war and, from afar, it was impossible to tell who was winning or where things would go.
As this sight lingered, four humanoid figures appeared from nothingness, all side-by-side, floating in the frigid vacuum of space. Black Vice, Zach, Jessie, and Quintin— The Black Shitenno. The four looked at each other, nodded, and soared from beyond the atmosphere of Earth to the moon looming in the distance. Nearly 360,000 kilometers away, their bodies rocketed forward at an absurd speed, effortlessly traveling through the recesses of space within a matter of minutes before landing on the surface in a triumphant impact. Their bodies left massive craters as they smashed into the surface, but they were unharmed. Even their clothing was fully intact.
Lifting up their heads, they looked at their destination. A tower of smooth white stone, its spire pointing at the Earth below. The Shitenno looked at each other as they walked forward, Black Vice leading the charge.
Black Vice: “You ready to end this?”
Despite there being no air, Vice was able to speak and be heard by their companions. It was one of the many perks of being a deific being.
Jessie: “Do you even need to ask? Just show me where this bastard is, and I’ll make sure they’re dealt with swiftly and decisively.”
Jessie smacked her fist into a hand as she said this, eager to begin whatever brawl awaited her. Zach drew out a handheld firearm from his suit pocket. Quintin was readying his armored gauntlets. While Vice was armed with nothing more than their cute smile. As ready as they’ll ever be, they walked toward the white tower.
There was no door to prohibit entry, allowing the four to mosey on in, and the contents of the building were… unexpectedly sparse. The walls were barren, smooth, and as white as could be. Beyond the sole entrance, there were no doors or windows. There were no floors aside from the one beneath their feet. Looking up, their eyes drifted to a large pillar in its exact center, reaching all the way to the spire on top. The pillar pulsated with a white light, an energy that was channeled downward and to the figure located at its base. A person who the four immediately identified as their target. The White Interloper
This individual was sitting on a throne of white stone, their body pulsating with a blindingly white aura, so severe that it was hard for them to make out this person’s face. That is, until the Interloper rose from their throne and walked toward them, rendering their body in a clearer picture. They had a tall, female form, youthful appearance, straight hair that flowed down to the center of their back, and skin so white that it would be blinding even without the light surrounding them. She was as white as could be, to the point where even her eyes were pure white, devoid of any iris or pupil.
Her body was unburdened by any clothes, putting her large breasts, flared hips, and trim waistline on display. It might have been an enticing sight for some, but the Shitenno could see something like this whenever they so desired.
This woman of white then spoke, her voice echoing through the tower, yet lacking the bravado of a mastermind. If anything, her words sounded almost… airheaded.
White Interloper: “You are the petulant thorns who have staggered my conquest. Why must every universe harbor such pests?”
Black Vice: “Uh, pardonnez moi? You’re the one trying to take things over, and you’re entitled enough to think you shouldn’t face any opposition? You sure are one catty little bitch.”
The White Interloper merely stared at Black Vice in response. Her pure white eyes were an unsettling sight, but Vice didn’t seem concerned. Judging the smirk they wore on their face, they were feeling pretty cocky.
White Interloper: “It seems you are unaffected by my glance. …Surrender while you still have a chance.”
Black Vice: “Eh, I can see we’re having a slight communication problem. That’s okay. I have my own way of communicating with freaks like you.”
Without a semblance of fear, Vice looked into the Interloper’s unblinking white eyes. As they made eye contact though, Vice’s eyes began to… change. Their brown eyes darkened in color. The black of the pupils extended into the iris, creeping through the white sclera, until their eyes were as black as could be. The White Interloper stared into this abyss, the abyss stared back, and invited itself inwards. Black Vice peered past the physical form of the White Interloper and into someplace deeper. …Into her very mind.
Part 2: The White Mind
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 04:44 UTC
Location: The Mindscape of the White Interloper
Black Vice found themself in a place that did not match anywhere in the natural world. It was sparse, simple, and overbearingly white. There was a ground beneath their feet, yet it was merely a plane of white, devoid of texture, devoid of pattern, feeling neither hard nor soft. The realm was illuminated by a raw white light overhead, yet it stretched endlessly and evenly, so intense that it reflected off the floor.
There were no walls, no structure, not even a sign of life.
Black Vice: “Huh. I’ve seen some empty heads in my time, but this? This is taking that to an extreme.”
With nothing to see, Vice merely walked forward, looking for a vaguely defined something and, after a few seconds, they found it. The woman whose mind they had entered. She still retained her pure white features, her oppressive aura, and her blank, expressionless face.
Black Vice: “Now that I have you where I want you, let me just give you a nice little crack, see what you’re made of, and—”
Before Vice could say anything more, the Interloper put her hand over their face. Vice paused, and in that second… their body froze. Cracks developed across every square inch of skin on their person. Their clothes tore at the seams. And as a powerful shockwave coursed through their person, it all shattered.
With a simple motion, the body of Black Vice exploded into thousands of particles, glistening as they burst from the core and fluttered onto the ground. However, this action did not kill Vice. It merely… revealed another being.
A young college-aged White man with slick blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. One who stood at 180 centimeters tall, their body honed and muscular, and clothing consisting of a black polo shirt, black pants, and black shoes. It was the form that Black Vice assumed before they became who they are, back when they were just an ordinary human. The form of Dan Vespa.
Dan Vespa?: “Huh. It’s been a couple decades since I looked like this. Like Dan Vespa. It’s nostalgic, it’s comfy for sure, but it just doesn’t really fit me. It’s not Black Vice.”
White Interloper: “It matters not if it fits you, for this form is good and true.”
Black Vice: “Uh-huh, because you know me better than myself, ain’t that right, Whitey? How’d you even do this?”
White Interloper: “I wished to awaken your Humanity, hoping it would improve your capacity.”
Black Vice: “You made me White because you thought I’d join you? Please. I’ve seen that shit happen time and time again, and I’m too smart to fall for it. I am who I am and I won’t ever let anyone else tell me otherwise.”
White Interloper: “Perhaps you merely need a nudge. Let me clear your mind of sludge.”
A pulse reverberated from White Interloper’s body as she said that, causing Vice to flinch. Deep within their person, they felt something gnaw at them, something callous, something cruel, something that was targeting their very soul. They managed to overcome it in seconds and swiftly regained their composure, but from the strained look on their face, they were clearly unnerved by what they just felt.
Black Vice: “FUCK! I haven’t felt that since I spent that year infiltrating the Nazis. White fascist pride is a hell of a drug. Repulsive, but… comforting. And that’s something you can just do? I guess it makes sense. You had to make the Whiterats somehow.”
White Interloper: “How can you resist my influence? Is the allure of Humanity not mellifluous? I have freed you of your Sterk guise. Was that not a form you despise?”
Black Vice: “Hell no! I can look like anyone— or anything for that matter— and I choose to be who I am by choice. I’d hope you’d respect some level of autonomy, but I guess you’re past the skeptical part and are fully committed to your genocidal crusade. Tell me, Whitey, what’s your name?”
White Interloper: “My name is Weiss Vice, will that suffice?”
Black Vice: “…Weiss Vice? Bahahaha! …You serious? Are you just copying my name for yourself? Because I’m Black Vice, and you… you’re not my equal. You’re not even good enough to be my fake! Be real. Are you fucking with me, or is that your actual name?”
Weiss Vice: “My master assigned me my name. For centuries, it has remained the same.”
Black Vice: “Uh-huh. …Yeah, you’ve definitely got some screws loose or something. But don’t you worry, your mouth may be lying, but I know how to eke out the truth.”
Black Vice then grabbed Weiss by the waist, drew her close, and planted their lips upon her. A romantic action in any other circumstances, but for Vice, this had a more practical bent. For as their lips met and breath exchanged, Black Vice’s mind was filled with… the history of Weiss Vice.
Part 3: The White Conqueror
The following is an abridged summary of Weiss Vice: Glory Unto Genocide and TSF Series #005-3: Ghost Milky in… The White Terror.
What I saw when I peered into the mind of Weiss Vice was… far from what I expected. Though, that was my fault, as I just said that “when dealing with aliens, you cannot assume anything.” And it’s true.
Weiss Vice was not born some glorious conqueror from another world. Instead, they were a mere slave. A child born into a world where evil had won, where racism was taken to its absolute extreme, where all but the Whites were considered inhumans. Homo Stercus. Or rather, Sterks. Generations of abuse and abolished rights had transformed them into a subservient underclass. One that was viewed with such hatred and disdain that the Whites desired their complete eradication. Thus leading to… the Great Genocide.
In a single day, the order ruling this world— The White Empire— orchestrated the execution of hundreds of millions of ‘Sterks’. Lining them up in the streets, shooting them in the head, loading their corpses up into trucks, and disposing of the remains in the most convenient way possible. It was an enormous success, and one of the casualties of the affair was… Weiss Vice.
Weiss Vice was born as a slave deprived of a name. A Black girl known only under the serial number of K48-W12-Z37. She was a mere child at the time, a teenager, and was raped by her would-be executioners. Her body was defiled. She was executed in a bathroom. And her corpse was shoved into an industrial furnace, where she was reduced to ash.
That should have been the end of her story, yet she was resurrected by a creature of light who granted her immense power, the power to save her world. …But she didn’t do that. She was too trained, too conditioned to believe in the righteousness of her oppressors, that she went from being their slave to their willing servant. She was a victim of a propaganda machine issued by a fascist regime. One with a mind so narrow that the very idea of rebellion was beyond the realm of acceptable thought. To her, the only right thing to do was fulfill The White Empire’s goal of eradicating the Sterks… and she did just that. Using her divine powers to enact the genocide of her people. And as a reward, The White Emperor granted her the name Weiss Vice, and instructed her to transform herself. To become White, to become a man, to become a capital-H Human.
As Weiss Vice, she was now he, and he completely devoted himself to The White Empire. Not only did he save it from an imminent collapse from the genocide of its workforce, but carved forth a new era, the greatest era of prosperity for the— living— people of this world. Things were so good that Weiss went out and settled distant planets, terraforming them and making them suitable for Human life. He moved quickly— at the speed of light— though that just meant he was destined for future shock when he saw what became of his world. 532 years is a long time… and The White Empire was no more. It was replaced by a more inclusive, wise, and progressive society. One with people who wanted to honor those who were so viciously genocided. One with people who cast aside their whiteness and became Sterks.
Weiss Vice could not accept this. His ideas were questioned, his simplistic world became more complicated, and he had a choice. To either change… or change the world around him. He chose the latter, rewriting history to their liking, creating a White Empire of unprecedented power, and once they were established, they left their universe. Desperate to find more worlds to conquer. To find worlds of vibrant colors and diversity and deprive them of those things. He cleansed them of all texture or personality, leaving behind only a white canvas.
In order for this approach to make sense, he had to break his mind, drowning himself in white pride, and turning himself into a joke. Into a being who could only speak in rhymes, a being who would mindlessly enact genocide after genocide, never questioning his actions. It would be sad… if not for his power. For Weiss Vice was a man of a divine power, meaning there were few who could ever hope to oppose him.
As for how Verde didn’t see what this Nazi fuck was doing and stop him from moment one? That’s a question for another time.
What’s actually important is that Weiss eventually found opponents capable of not only resisting him, but damaging him. Prior to visiting my universe, Weiss visited one full of these… Milkies. A race of advanced human-like creatures with immense power and the technology necessary to resist him, to damage him. He tried to conquer them like all the other worlds. To rape the population and form an army of Aryan footsoldiers who would rape anything they could and convert it into another minion. This was true for the Milkies too… except they caught on faster than most and showed him zero mercy.
Before Weiss could even conquer a single city, the Milkies summoned a great weapon beyond anything he had ever seen. A woman with the mass and size of a star, a celestial goddess. Even when faced with these odds, Weiss did not falter. He grew to a comparable size and battled her, only losing after being thrown into sexual submission. She fucked him, drained his power from his dick, and consumed him with her vagina. Then, within her womb, Weiss Vice was… reborn.
When Weiss Vice came to, he was a woman, a Milky. He vehemently rejected this, viewing it as an insult to everything he stood for, yet he could not stand and fight. Already weakened and drained from the battle, he fled… to my universe. He arrived in one piece, but he needed to siphon power from somewhere. Fortunately for him, he was in an imperfect world, one full of hatred and racism that would feed him and allow him to launch his plan. To kill every last non-White human on this planet, to restore his lost status. It was a goal he and the Whiterats could achieve in a matter of days… if not for my associates and I.
This was necessary for Weiss to regain the power he lost. To become himself again. And while there was a sparkle of something sympathetic in that desire, there was no sympathy for someone like Weiss.
Weiss Vice is a conqueror so devoted to his cause… that he is unable to even fathom his actions being wrong. His mind lacks room for self-reflection, for doubt, and in some places, barely resembles a healthy human. Even fascists I’ve dealt with have had some inkling that what they are doing is cruel. They buried it under the lie that it is for justice and the greater good, but it was still there. Weiss though? He was as simple as could be. He was good, he was the white, and everything else was bad, was black. It was so basic, so wrong that… it was almost beautiful.
Part 4: The White Soul
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 04:44 UTC
Location: The Mindscape of Weiss Vice
Vice loosened their lips from Weiss, looking at them with both understanding and disapproval.
Black Vice: “I now understand what you are. Despite being alive for hundreds of years, you are a person who has not grown, has not developed beyond who they were when they lost their humanity. You desire to be a paragon of whiteness and masculinity, for you came from a society where those were the greatest of ideals. But you were never supposed to be a man, never supposed to be White. That goddess who turned you back into a woman tried to tell you this, but you did not listen. “
Black Vice: “I know you remember what happened after you were incinerated all those centuries ago. You were greeted by a light that granted you the same powers you wield today. The light spoke to you, and do you think this is what they wanted? You’re kind of stupid, so I’ll spell it out for you. it’s not. They gave you these powers to save your world, not destroy the resistance. But you rejected that. Because you had neither the conviction nor strength to accept your duty. Because you were, and have remained, a pitiful little girl.”
Black Vice looked at Weiss Vice as these words slithered out of their mouth, rich with the conviction and confidence of a White man. Weiss looked at Black Vice with a blank expression, remaining unbothered by their actions. Not sensing any resistance, Black Vice grabbed Weiss by the waist, looking down at his naked female form with a seductive gaze, muttering sweet words into his ear.
Black Vice: “Don’t worry. I know how to play the man very well. And I’ll make a damn fine woman out of you.”
Weiss looked into Black Vice’s eyes… and clenched his fist.
Weiss Vice: “I AM A MAN!!!“
Weiss’s right hand fired forward, slamming into Black Vice’s gut with the speed and power of a Tomahawk missile. Their body was shot backwards at breakneck speeds, soaring over 50 meters high and 100 meters away before finally crashing down onto the textureless floor beneath them. It was an aggressive strike… but Black Vice rose from this impact with a smile on their face.
Black Vice: “Heh. You cling to strength with such desperation when you do not understand your own weakness. Weiss, look around you. This is the innards of your mind— your soul— and you were so desperate to keep it clean that you refused to fill it with anything. You know, I always thought that Quintin was the one with a White Soul. But that’s not true. The soul of a child is unrefined, it is blank, ready to be colored with myriad experiences to make them into a person. They were not the White Soul to counter my Black Soul. But… you are.”
Weiss looked at Black Vice as if he could not understand the words they were saying.
Black Vice: “I’ve looked into my soul before. It was black as could be. All of the wretched things I did, all the destructive indulgences I embarked on, it darkened my soul, until it was nothing but black. …But that’s not the only type of black there is. If you take red, yellow, and blue, and mix them together, what do you get? Black. A world is not a landscape of black and white. It is a spectrum, a rainbow, of different experiences, of different people. With your powers embraced colors, you sought to erase them until all were completely absent. Whiteness is not purity. It’s vacancy. Emptiness. And that’s what I see before me, Weiss. Emptiness. There is nothing for you to grasp onto here. Nothing for me to shove into your face. You are merely a moron who discarded everything because he thought that was the right thing to do.”
Weiss: “…Why do you reject your god-given right? Why do you not embrace the White?”
Black Vice: “…You’re really not helping your case here. I was born a handsome White man, with power overwhelming and everything I could desire. I could have imposed a White Empire. My father would have been very proud of me if I did. But unlike you, Weiss, I have a capacity for imagination. I want to get smarter, and know well enough to listen to others, not just your precious führer. I have long-since tired of conflict like this… but when someone cannot see sense, yet holds immense power, the simplest and most effective solution… is to kill them.”
With a deafening clap of their hands, Black Vice’s body faded away, exiting the mindscape of Weiss and returning to the real world.
Part 5: The White Menace
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 04:44 UTC
Location: The White Tower on the Moon
In the outside world, less than a second passed. Black Vice’s consciousness returned to their preferred body— their Black female form. As they blinked, their black eyes returned to normal. Weiss was still standing before them, their body bare and expression blank as they stared at Black Vice and their allies.
Black Vice looked back at Zach, Jessie, and Quintin. They looked back at Black Vice, and with a simple glance, they knew how things went.
Black Vice: “He’s beyond salvation. Kill him!”
Jessie was the first one to take action, rushing toward Weiss and raising her leg, swiftly kicking him squarely in the neck. Weiss’s body fell from the impact, flopping onto the stone floor below, and before he could retaliate, Jessie brought her foot to his face. She stomped her boot down with enough force to cause their skull to burst open in a single blow, unleashing a cascade of white blood.
With the brain and head broken, Zach took aim for the rest of the body, firing their handgun rapidly as bullets penetrated Weiss’s flesh. Each bullet exploded on impact, eviscerating the bone, shredding the organs, and turning much of their body into unidentifiable white meat.
Reducing the body to mere goop, Quintin made his move, leaping high into the air with his arm pulled back and knuckles pulsating with a blazing blue flame. With a guttural scream, their fist collided with the remains of Weiss… and they became coated in flames. Flames that spread through the blood as if it were oil, burning with the intensity of lava gushing from the heart of the Earth.
Within maybe five seconds, they had reduced Weiss to a pile of white ash. It seemed all too easy… because it was. It was merely a test of Weiss’s strength, and he passed it. His body reformed itself from these remains, and rather than pounce his opponents, he instead spoke to them in a calm, composed, manner.
Weiss: “It seems I have found conflict once more. But this shall not end like before! I shall not be defeated by the walkers of celestial skies! With my might, I will crush you like flies! I had hoped to amass more strength, but I must keep all threats at length. And once I unleash my true form, I shall bring forth the storm! Be ready to pay the price, to bear witness to Weiss Vice!”
As he finished his latest rhyme, Weiss’s aura expanded to cover a 3 meter radius. Jessie scowled at this display of power and ran forward, conjuring a metal spear into her hands before lunging at Weiss… only to get shot back into the wall of the white tower. Zach then aimed his pistol, ready to try a ranged attack, only for Black Vice to pull their brother’s hand down.
Black Vice: “This isn’t an attack. It’s a shield. Just wait… and watch.”
Protected by his mighty aura, Weiss Vice brought his hands to his body. His oh-so female body. He felt it with care, as if familiarizing himself with its many features. His flowing white hair, ample breasts, flared hips, and plentiful rear. It was, in many respects, an idealized female body. Except, that’s not what Weiss wanted. For he… was a man.
Weiss’s expression shifted from a calm blankness to one of rage, with exposed teeth, a furrowed brow, and accompanying screams. It was an aggression that betrayed the dissociated and calm way they spoke before the Shitenno, and it would only get worse.
Hulking with rage, Weiss brought his hands to his breasts, latching the pair of them with his hands, digging his fingers into the sides. His chest shook violently as he pressed his fingers deeper, jamming his nails against the skin until they bled. Until the skin gave way to holes that he could ram each finger into, reaching the sack of fat underneath each tit. He continued until each hand was tearing past the ligaments, dirtying itself with the fatty tissue underneath, and only when his grip was secure did he lift his hands outward.
Skin ripped in response to this pressure, tearing at the holes Weiss made with his fingers, and through much effort, Weiss was successful. A torn breast laid in each of his hands while his chest was home to two bloody holes that exposed his ribcage. A stream of white blood poured down onto their body. His breaths were tattered, voice sank deeper from frustration and pain.
Emboldened, with his face warped into a disturbing smile, Weiss took the breasts in his hands… and destroyed them, turning them into sparkling white ash and turning that ash into nothingness. He had disposed of the most obviously female part of his frame… but he was still far from done.
Weiss then cupped his bloodied hands around his ass. At first, he looked like he was merely caressing it, only for him to dig his fingers deeper, clawing his way for the fat in order to divorce it from the muscle underneath. His face once again morphed with rage as he severed a body part from his person, tearing away at whatever connected this to the rest of his glutes and shouting to alleviate the boundless pain. His legs clenched as his balance faltered, torso lurching forward as the pressure flowed through him, but much like with his breasts, he was able to sever this part away from his person. An even greater quantity of blood seeped out from Weiss’s ass as he held the skin and fat in his hands, looking at it with utter disdain before ridding it from his presence.
His curves had been largely severed after this display, but Weiss’s form still had the unmistakable shape of a woman. He needed to be more aggressive if he wanted to shape this vessel into his ideal and, having already come this far, Weiss was willing to do anything. The first action was the hips. Flared, shapely, prominent even without a true ass to call his own. He grimaced as he felt them, lightly pushing his hands against them before pulling back his arms, shaping his hands into fists, and punching his hip bone. Knuckles collided into the ilium with an audible crack following each strike. Again and again, always in perfect parallel, never so much as flinching from the pain as he relentlessly smacked the bones until they were narrow. Until they, generally, resembled the hips of a man.
Next was the shoulders. They were narrow with their current body, far from an ‘ideal’ male physique. As Weiss registered this, he once more brought his hands to the next ‘flawed’ part of his person and wrecked it until it matched what he wanted. Pushing each shoulder back, dislocating it, stretching it, cracking his bones, all while screaming so loud that blood spat from his mouth. His skin was shredded and his arms were severed and his arms hung limply as they healed. His pain was beyond words. He could barely stand. But progress was still being made.
His silhouette was getting more masculine, but as he stared down at his still flat crotch, he found his vision obscured by his hair. Hair that he wasted no time before grabbing it, wrapping it in his knuckles, and yanking it as hard as he could, screeching with rage as he took these two foot long strands and ripped them from their roots. A snapping sound followed as the strands were pulled from the dermis in rapid succession, and were, like everything else, paired with a stream of blood coursing from their body. Still, the pain did not dissuade Weiss. If anything, it motivated him, reminded him of his goal, and kept him literally tearing out his hair until he was left with… none. While he still had brows and lashes, his scalp was as bald as could be.
Fatigued from this, Weiss allowed his head to fall into his hands, and as it did so, he felt it, rubbing fingers across the contours, the smooth skin, small nose, narrow chin. He could not see it… but he felt it… and he hated what he felt. With no grace or guide to his actions, he merely began punching himself in the face. Welting the brow, smacking the chin, crushing the nose in a single strike, and leaving this model-like visage battered and swelling. Bringing his hands back to it… feeling the bumps, bruises, and adjusted bones, he was… satisfied by what he felt. For it lacked both the shape of a woman, let alone a beautiful person.
Lastly, there was what laid below. Weiss reached down to his crotch, placing fingers around his vulva. A set of lip-like flaps that would give way to his sex. A sex that he had not touched and… didn’t want to. But if he wanted to undo the curse he had been afflicted with, he had little choice. With flaring nostrils, Weiss took one hand and rammed it into his vagina. He slammed his fist from side to side as he paved a path beyond his vaginal wall and deeper, until he was hunched over, elbow deep into his sex.
Weiss reached the deepest wall of the uterus, dug his tattered fingernails into it, and yanked on it for dear life. He felt his organs unnaturally shift and bend, felt bile rise up from his throat before bursting out of his mouth, and his screams went from loud to deafening. He yanked, pulled, and tugged before… he did it. His reproductive system was now before him. It was a misshapen wad of bleeding flesh coming out from his crotch, rendered inside out and looking so beaten up that it was nearly unidentifiable, particularly with the half-broken ovaries that were left dangling before his legs.
He looked disgusted. He looked defeated. But he was not done yet. He had the parts readily accessible, and all he needed to do was mold them, so… he did. Fashioning each ovary into a testicle, shaping the vagina into a penis, and sending the uterus back inside. It was a gorey, misshapen, and nasty fucking thing, yet as Weiss continued to hold it, the more presentable it became. The penis began to grow a layer of skin, rearranging its flesh until it looked like a proper penis. The ovaries similarly grew the scrotal sacks needed to become a proper set of balls. And while unseen, the tattered uterus inside Weiss had shifted its form into that of a prostate. All it took was literally pulling his sex inside out, but… he did it. Weiss had become male in body and mind.
Weiss’s expression was that of pure elation and grabbed his reformed dick with vigor. From hand contact alone, it grew fully erect, and from just a few seconds of rubbing, he climaxed. His reconstructed cock burst with a fountain of cum, spraying upwards only to fall back onto Weiss’s body, coating his entire person with two cups’ worth of pure, white semen. His face, his head, his shoulders, his chest, his hips, his ass, and most of all, his dick. Every part of him was coated in a filmy layer of spunk, and a moment after it settled, his body became enveloped in an even greater radiance.
The observing Black Shitenno were blinded by this ferocious white light, and by the time this light faded, they saw that Weiss Vice’s body had healed itself of all wounds and undergone a more complete transformation. He was a tall man, with skin as light as could be, glowing white eyes, a muscular frame, a bald head, and a huge dick with glowing white veins. An idealized apex of masculinity, an adonis of chiseled perfection, the ideal poster boy for propagating the ‘glory’ of the White race. This was their enemy, in his ‘true form’.
Weiss floated before the Shitenno, his body surrounded by a bright white aura. Vice, Zach, Jessie, and Quintin all exchanged glances, knowing the next course of action. It was time for their attack, time for them to get serious. They took their stances, rushed forward… only to be immediately blown away by a light emanating from Weiss. A light as powerful as a nuclear bomb, and just as destructive.
The four were all shot off of the moon and into the recesses of space. The white tower was immediately destroyed. As the explosion faded, a crater with a 3 kilometer radius rested in its place. And Weiss… was gone.
Part 6: The White Star
Date: Monday, August 15, 1988
Time: 04:52 UTC
Location: The Moon
As the dust settled— as well as dust could on the moon— the Shitenno all flew down to the crater, finding it as barren as could be. It was just a hole in the ground. Any trace of Weiss was gone.
Quintin: “MOTHERFUCKER! Zach, you got any clue where Weiss could have gone?”
Zach: “It will take some time for a full scan to be run. However, he is definitely still alive”
Jessie: “Uh, I don’t think you need a scan to find him.”
Jessie then pointed away from the moon and back to Earth, where they could see a twinkling white object floating above the planet, within the exosphere. A… White Star. It was bright enough for them to make out even from this extreme distance, and from the surface, it would be plainly visible to those in the right parts of the world.
Black Vice: “They’re siphoning power from the Earth, but now they’re not even being subtle about it.”
Jessie: “You know more about this Weiss Vice guy than any of us. What’s he after?”
Black Vice: “It’s as basic as it gets. Power for the sake of power, conquest for the sake of conquest. He views domination and control as core values, and is of such a simple mind that all he can do is conquer. He’d be a basic threat to defeat… but we didn’t do shit to him, and I doubt our second attack would be much better.”
Quintin: “Is he really just that powerful? There’s gotta be something we can do!”
Black Vice: “Don’t worry, I always have contingency plans, A through F, sometimes to M, but never all the way to Z. That’s just a waste. And this calls for plan B.”
With a flick of their wrist, a doodad appeared in Vice’s hand. The latest and greatest in cellular communication technology, a Mitsubishi MT-599. A compact portable telephone that didn’t require half a day of charging for an hour of use, and one of the first truly mobile phones to hit the market. Admittedly, it would not work outside of Earth— let alone on the moon— but that did not stop Vice from dialing a 13 digit number into the phone. As the dial tone rang, Vice impatiently tapped their heeled shoes against the moondust before them, hoping that the person on the other end would finally pick up.
???: “Heeeey buuuuddy! H-How’s it goin’?”
Black Vice: “Verde! About time you answered. Listen, I need your help, pronto! My world is in danger, all because you decided to let a fucking space Nazi run loose! They’re fucking everything up!”
Verde: “…Wut? I dunno what you’re talking about. Nazz is cool! …Is this a prank?”
Black Vice: “No, Verde! This is Vice. I am Black Vice! I signed a contract with you! Do you not remember me? If you want to discuss this in person, that’s fine! Just get over to—”
Verde: “Nah, we… we can chat in the phone. That’s a good… that’s a good way to contact people.”
Black Vice: “Verde, listen to me! Come over to my world, right now!”
Verde: “But I’m on vacation. I don’t gotta do nothin’. I don’t wanna.”
Black Vice: “PEOPLE ARE DYING AS WE SPEAK, YOU ABSOLUTE DUMBASS!”
Verde: “…Wut? I can’t hear you when you yell. You gotta fix your signal.”
Vice clenched their temples as this conversation ran into a brick wall. Verde’s voice was hard to make out over the weak connection, but Vice was certain of one thing. This woman was either higher than a kite, danker than a lagoon, or as stoned as the Rockies. Hell, maybe all three! During the one time they absolutely needed her help, she decided to make herself worthless.
Black Vice: “Verde, hand your phone to someone else. Let me talk to them.”
Verde: “Uh… but this is my phone, girl. It’s for my ears only. Course, if someone was in my body, it’d be theirs. But then they’d be f-fucked up. Hehehehe… yeah!”
The call then abruptly ended, leaving Vice with only a persistent dial tone. Frustrated, they crushed this expensive luxury good in their hand, dropping the remains into the crater beneath them.
Jessie: “Drunk or high?”
Black Vice: “It doesn’t matter. She’s useless at the moment, and we don’t have time to wait around. It’s time for plan C. First, we need to—”
???: “I hate to interrupt, but I think you could use my help.”
Surprised, the Shitenno turned to look at this unfamiliar female voice, and as they did so, they saw… a ghost.
A woman with a slim body, huge boobs, a fat ass, big hair tucked into bulky pigtails, completely naked, and semi-transparent, her body the color of cream. Aside from her lack of a tangible form, she looked incredibly similar to Weiss before he transformed himself, bearing a distinct, almost familial, resemblance.
Zach, Jessie, and Quintin all looked at this figure with surprise, but Vice knew exactly what was going on.
Black Vice: “Well, well. If it isn’t the goddess of the Milkies herself. Come to take care of your unfinished business?”
Queen Milky?: “You can call me Ghost Milky! …But how do you know my—”
Black Vice: “I read Weiss Vice’s mind. A pleasure to meet you. The name’s Black Vice— no relation.”
Black Vice then held their hand out, as if they expected Milky to shake it. Instead, she merely bowed.
Ghost Milky: “Well, that makes things easy-peasy. I wasn’t sure where White Terror— erm, Weiss— went to after I last saw him. Their power was weaker, but after a transformation like that, I could just feel them, in my bones!”
Zach: “I… was unaware that ghosts even had bones.”
Ghost Milky: “It’s just an expression, ya silly!”
Jessie: “God, I feel like I’m about to have an aneurism. Please give us the short version.”
Ghost Milky: “Oh goodness, that’s no good! Let me tell you, and I’ll make it short.”
Clearing her throat, or at least gesturing in a way that implied such, Ghost Milky collected herself and began to tell her side of events.
Ghost Milky: “Hiya, the name’s Ghost Milky! I’m a transdimensional specter who is dedicated to bringing joy and prosperity across the multiverse! Normally, it’s pretty easy to do that. I just find a vessel, plant a Milky seed, and watch the population of the world transform into Milkies! Of course, they don’t all look the same. We’ve got all sorts of body types, different heights, and Milkies come in all the colors of their original species. And once our numbers are big enough, we lead the charge, upheaving whatever destructive capitalist regimes control the world and replacing it with a sustainable communist utopian future! I’ve the Milky joy to dozens of worlds, but I’m always aiming for more!”
Quintin: “Hold up, before you begin… are you made of cream, milk, or—”
Ghost Milky: “Oh! No, no, no. I’m made of the other white stuff. The stuff that most non-undead ghosts are made of! I’m made of cummies!”
Black Vice: “…Are you fucking kidding me? You’re a communist cum ghost?”
Ghost Milky: “That’s what I am~! Anywho, normally there’s nothing odd or icky that we need to deal with after Milkies start settling the stars, but things got bad when Weiss showed up. We don’t know how he got in there, but he was really nasty, trying to destroy all Milkies and spoiled them into Malkies! Man Milkies with clouded brains who obeyed Weiss’s every word! He was fast, brutal, and he was determined to genocide us to death! But the Milkies in charge of this world knew of a threat when they saw it and took decisive action. They launched their military, attacked Weiss, and when that didn’t stop him, they called me to take him down.”
Black Vice: “Yeah, and then you became a sun and transformed into a giant version of yourself.”
Ghost Milky: “Exactly! I never had to exude my power like that before, and I couldn’t do it without the support and love of all the other Milkies— over 50 billion of them— cheering for me at once! The power and determination was enough for me to defeat Weiss… or so I thought. Weiss had the body of a man when he came into our world, but as I was fighting him, I realized he wasn’t what he seemed. He was not just some weirdo genocider from beyond the stars. He was… a Milky.”
Jessie: “Wait, so YOU are the one who created him? You’re responsible for all this?”
Ghost Milky: “H-H-Hey, easy on me. I didn’t mean for any of this stuff to happen. I didn’t recognize him at the time, but Weiss was a Milky who I tried to awaken a long, long time ago. They were just a little girl in a world on the eve of destruction, and I still remember the words I told her when I awakened her powers.”
Ghost Milky cleared her throat before adopting a more maternal tone.
Ghost Milky: “‘You poor child. You have suffered much at the hands of this cruel, cruel world. It is a world darker and more evil than any other I have seen, and I simply cannot allow it to stand. Please, accept my power. The power to rid this world of evil. The power to cleanse the corruption. The power to reshape the world into something ideal.‘”
Ghost Milky: “I thought I was being super-duper clear and concise with my words… but somehow, that little girl became Weiss. She became a nasty man who wants to conquer and colonize the world, rendering it awash in anything that goes against his narrow-minded ideals. It shouldn’t even be possible for Weiss to exist. All Milkies are supposed to be girls and our powers are only supposed to be used for good. I… I guess I was wrong. I thought she had a pure soul. There were no bad thoughts in it or anything and… Yargh! I dunno hoooow this happened!”
Black Vice: “I think I know how. It’s because Weiss came from a world without hope. He did not view himself as someone with worth, as someone human, and in his fucked-up mind, The White Empire was a force of good. The corruption in the world was everyone who wasn’t White. So, he went out and cleansed the world of such corruption, of such evil, and of such darkness. In his mind, Weiss is the hero, upholding the principles he was taught from birth.”
Zach: “Hmm… that is a compelling theory. Morality and justice are subjective concepts that are often imposed from the top. The doctrine of kings, the word of the Bible, all these things have skewed the morality of people, even to this day. And Weiss’s world contained a far more extreme version of that?”
Black Vice: “Extreme doesn’t even begin to describe it, bro. People were patiently waiting in line to be executed, watching their friends die before them. It’d be like if the Jews dug their own graves during the Holocaust and buried themselves alive. From what I could gather, it was a world beyond salvation. And I think that was your mistake, Ghost Milky.”
Ghost Milky: “Ouchies! You don’t have to be so direct about it, ya know! …But you have a point, Miss Black.”
Black Vice: “I’m not actually a woman, I’m beyond gender.”
Ghost Milky: “Oooooh! A non-binary person! How spiffy! Don’t worry, I will take responsibility for this! …But I’m super drained after my last run-in with Weiss and I’ll need your cooperation.”
Black Vice: “Yep, saw that coming a mile away. What’s the plan and what do you need?”
Ghost Milky: “Well, I have done some recon and—”
Zach: “Pardon me, but time is of the essence. I think we should return to our domain before we continue.”
Black Vice: “Good call. Allow me.”
Vice then snapped their fingers, causing a flash of radiant lights to flutter around the Shitenno and Ghost Milky. This inexplicable power transported their bodies away from this world and into a tangible space beyond the restraints of space and time.
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Table of Contents:
Atrocity 01: The Nujiboe Society for Caucasoid Prosperity
Atrocity 02: The White Awakening
Atrocity 03: The Black Awakening
Atrocity 04: The Apartheid Absolution
Atrocity 05: The Victims of the White Empire
Atrocity 06: The Fascistin’ Limmerickin’ Chicken
Atrocity 07: The Imperative Intermission
Atrocity 08: The White Devil
Atrocity 09: The Plan to Eradicate Weiss Vice
Atrocity 10: The Milky of Hope
Atrocity 11: The Power of Nippon Imagination
Atrocity 12: The Assault on Washington
Atrocity 13: The Evils of Richard Rooadoot Ratters
Atrocity 14: The Battle of Black X White
Atrocity 15: The World Where Evil Won
Atrocity 16: The New Future
Atrocity 17: The World of Boundless Color