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(Katsuragi Sheepgirl) Akeelas Questionable Mission Part 1
🕑 Added 2025-07-06 21:00:02 +0000 UTC“I cannot let this stand!” Akeela roared, slamming open the doors of the Grand Library of Unending Chaos, which was not technically her property, but she used it like it was.
Books on ancient spells, maybe curses, and mostly worlds rattled on their shelves. A suspicious owl blinked at her, then went back to pretending it was a statue.
Akeela, the half-shark girl, self-proclaimed maid of the dark goddess Nagisa, marched in like a woman on a mission. Which she was. Kind of.
Her tail swished furiously behind her, leaving little damp footprints on the marble floor. Which didn't make sense, since she was wearing professional high heels, but she also never questioned it. She carried exactly zero books but had a head full of dangerous ideas.
She stomped over to the big table in the back, where a glowing crystal screen hovered over a stack of "DO NOT TOUCH" scrolls. She touched them anyway. With a dramatic spin, she sat down, cracked her knuckles, and began typing furiously with her gloved fingers.
“Nagisa-sama has been overworking again. I saw her yawn. That’s practically a scream for help!”
“She works so hard… reshaping reality, smiting idiots, tormenting false gods… AND she hasn’t been sleeping well?? Outrageous. Unforgivable. A maid like me CANNOT let that stand! I have to do something!”
She started pulling books off the shelves without reading the titles. They clattered around her like very disappointed encyclopedias.
“Okay. Sleep... solutions... sleep rituals... bedtime snacks... battle-naps... SHEEP??”
Akeela blinked at the glowing screen. She squinted at a highlighted phrase.
“Counting sheep helps people fall asleep.”
“…Huh.”
She leaned closer. The page was from a suspicious-looking blog called DreamySheepZone.biz.
“Sheep make sleep happen... They must be magic,” she whispered. “Yes… yes, of course. Counting sheep. It’s the key.”
Then, another page popped up in a new tab. “Comfort = Thick Thighs. Scientists Confirm.”
Akeela smacked the table triumphantly, causing a nearby candle to snuff itself out in protest.
“I see it now! A perfect fusion! Sheep… plus thick thighs… equals perfect sleep magic!!”
Her frilled ears fluttered with excitement. Her sharp little teeth grinned wide.
“I need to find a perfect target for this!!!”
Without another word, she turned on her heel and stormed across the room toward a shallow puddle by the corner. Nobody knew why the puddle was always there. Some say it was an unfortunate accident millenia ago. Others said it was Akeela’s fault from like an hour ago.
She didn’t hesitate. With one dramatic leap, she dove in headfirst.
SPLOOSH.
The puddle rippled, shimmered… and then stilled.
Akeela was gone.
A new mission had begun.
—
Cherry blossoms drifted from above, which didn’t make sense. It wasn’t even cherry blossom season. The water bubbled softly. It was, for a moment, pure serenity.
Katsuragi sighed as she leaned back against a warm rock, arms stretched wide, one leg casually kicked over the edge of the spring.
“Finally. Some alone time. Totally earned. And that incident was TOTALLY not my fault. Completely innocent. Misunderstood genius, more like.”
She grinned to herself, eyes half-lidded in smug satisfaction.
“Besides, it’s not like I told Hibari to try the towel slingshot technique like that. She had the angle all wrong…”
But her thoughts were interrupted by a strange noise.
Splish.
Then again. Splosh. Swishhhh.
Ripples began to form across the surface of the spring, growing larger. A red, triangular fin crested the water, slicing across the surface in a slow, deliberate arc.
Katsuragi sat up, blinking.
“Wait… is that a—?”
The fin moved again. Closer. Faster.
“Okay, that looks like a shark fin. That’s totally a shark fin. But this water’s, like, barely knee-deep???”
She barely had time to raise a brow before something burst from beneath the surface with a mighty SPLORCH. A blur of red, white, and way too many sparkles launched into the air.
“FOR NAGISA-SAMAAAAA!!” came a war cry from the heavens.
THUNK.
Akeela landed in the spring with the force of a very determined cannonball, sending water splashing in every direction. One of Katsuragi’s hairpins was now embedded in a nearby tree.
Steam hissed as it settled.
Akeela rose slowly from the shallow crater she’d created in the spring, water cascading off her dramatic pose, eyes gleaming with purpose.
“You are the perfect target!” she whispered ominously.
Katsuragi just stared. Blinked. Then stared harder.
“…Huh,” she finally said, eyes drifting from the fin to the heels to the shark tail to the ears to the dripping uniform. Then her face curved into a sly smile.
“…You’re kinda cute. What’s your name, cutie?”
Akeela didn’t respond.
Instead, she raised a gloved finger to the sky, striking a dramatic pose as if the universe had just answered her deepest question.
“You! Yes, YOU! You shall be the perfect thigh pillow sheep girl sleep aid!”
Katsuragi blinked. “Uh… what now?”
Akeela lunged closer, inspecting Katsuragi’s legs like a jeweler examining a rare gem. “Strong, plush, balanced muscle tone. These thighs radiate comfort. Your sheep potential is off the charts!”
“...I mean, thank you?” Katsuragi chuckled, clearly flattered despite herself. “Still don’t know who you are though—”
Suddenly, Akeela scooped a handful of hot spring water and splashed it directly onto Katsuragi’s legs.
“Hey—!”
The water shimmered strangely, glowing faintly for just a second.
Katsuragi blinked again, then gasped softly as she watched her thighs swell just a bit thicker, rounder, softer. White, fluffy wool began to grow over them in tufts, creeping down her calves as her toes began to melt together and reform into dainty, cream-colored hooves.
She stared down at the transformation, eyebrows raising. “Okay. That’s new. Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen, but definitely up there.”
She wriggled her newly fluffy legs and tilted her head again.
“Alright, mystery shark girl. Serious question: Who are you and why are you turning my legs into a wooly pillow?”
Akeela didn’t even blink. “For my master. The great and benevolent dark goddess: Nagisa-sama!”
A gust of wind blew through the steam. Somewhere, a wolf howled dramatically even though it was midday and nowhere near a forest.
Katsuragi stared at her blankly.
“…Okay, cool. Still not an answer to who you are. Y’know, name? Identity? That sort of thing?”
Akeela was now circling her, muttering calculations under her breath. “Hmm… this doesn't seem like nearly enough. We need to make more adjustments!”
Katsuragi leaned back a bit, resting her fluffy legs on a nearby rock with a relaxed sigh, clearly unfazed by her gradual woolification.
“So you’ve got a master. That’s cute. But you’re the one doing all the work here…” She gave Akeela a playful wink. “Come on, just give me a name. A nickname? Initials? I’ll even take a weird shark pun.”
Akeela didn’t even glance at her.
Instead, she leaned in again, scanning Katsuragi’s upper body like a fashion critic judging a living mannequin. Her eyes narrowed.
“Hm. Arms. Lacking fluff density. Finger pads… too squishy. Definitely what needs to change next.”
Katsuragi let out a long, slow sigh.
“…I’m getting the feeling I’m not gonna get a straight answer, huh? Eeep!” Katsuragi squeeled, as Akeela splashed another wave of water on her, expertly flung like some sort of cursed spa treatment.
The glow returned. Katsuragi watched as white wool began to spiral gently up her arms like a growing vine. Her skin tingled with a soft heat. Her fingers began to change, hardening slightly, merging at the edges into subtle, hoof-like tips. Still functional and handy, but now definitely weird.
She flexed them and gave a low whistle.
“…Okay, that’s new. Slightly cloven. I don’t hate it.”
Then she noticed something else.
Her thighs puffed up again. Just a little more. A tight plush sensation filled her muscles like someone had injected her with marshmallow stuffing.
She looked down and gave them a squeeze.
“Whew. These are gettin’ serious. Not that I’m complaining, but maybe warn a girl next ti—"
SPLOOSH!
Another splash, right in the face this time.
“Bwuh—!”
More glowing water. Katsuragi blinked rapidly, wiping steam from her eyes as a strange pressure pushed against her scalp. Two soft, curling horns sprouted from her head with a gentle pop, curving upward like polished ivory. Her hair rippled, then blossomed into thick, wavy locks that framed her now slightly flustered face.
Her thighs inflated again. Not gradually. BOOMPH. A full plush-tier upgrade.
They were now easily twice as thick as they’d been at the start of this aquatic ambush. Soft, pillowy, and absurdly shapely, like a wool-based god had personally sculpted them for luxurious headrests.
Akeela finally paused, hands on her hips, nodding with slow, satisfied approval.
“Yes… yes. We are slowly getting there. With these thighs and that sheep image…”
Katsuragi, now very sheep-adjacent, touched her new horns curiously and arched her brow.
“…I’m flattered, really. But I still have no idea who you are. Like, are you even capable of saying your own name? Or is that a forbidden maid secret or something?”
Akeela tilted her head. “My name?”
Then she blinked… and splashed her again.
FWOOOMP.
Katsuragi’s eyes widened slightly as her bust surged forward like a pair of fluffy missiles, her towel barely holding on for dear life. At the same time, her rear puffed outward with a satisfying bounce, soft wool lining her curves like a luxurious, magical cushion. Her already substantial thighs surged even larger, each one now practically the size of a body pillow, dense with plush mass and pillowy perfection.
She wobbled slightly as the magic settled. Then blinked down at herself.
“…Alright,” she muttered, giving her chest a quick experimental bounce and glancing back at the hypnotically fluffy curve of her own behind. “We’re in full sheepcake mode now.”
Akeela stepped back, beaming with radiant pride.
“Perfect,” she said with a satisfied nod. “Anyways, I guess I really didn't introduce myself yet, did I? Oh how rude of me.”
Then she stood up straight, placing a fist to her chest.
“I am Akeela Talvyn! Maid to the great and benevolent goddess of darkness, Nagisa Fulkami! And I have come to turn the girl with the most amazing thighs in the multiverse… into the ultimate thigh pillow, worthy of my master’s rest!”
Katsuragi stared at her, deadpan.
“…Yeah. Kinda figured that one out already, chief. But thanks for the late introduction anyway.”
Akeela didn’t miss a beat. She stepped forward, water splashing dramatically around her heels.
“Now come! The transformation is complete. The only step remaining is to deliver you to Nagisa-sama, where you shall serve as her sacred sleep aid!”
Katsuragi didn’t move.
Instead, a sly smile tugged at her lips as she rested her chin on her plush, wool-covered hand.
“…You want me to be a thigh pillow, huh?” she said slowly, thoughtfully. “For your goddess.”
Akeela nodded with intense, laser-focused seriousness.
“For the glory of her midnight slumber!”
Katsuragi tilted her head, that devious smirk growing wider by the second.
“I don’t mind following you. Really~ Sounds like your master really needs the help~” Katsuragi chimed, her fake sympathy being taken completely seriously by the sharkish maid in front of her. “But you know… one sheep… can’t actually put a goddess to sleep.”
“It can’t?!” Akeela shouted in shock, staring at the massive thighed girl. “But the scriptures say sheep can…”
“Counting sheep can put anyone to sleep.” Katsuragi interrupted, winking at Akeela. “Counting sheep is what the powerful sleep aid is you seek. And you can hardly count sheep with just a single one, no?”
“...I see your point.” Akeela agreed, then started to think really hard.
“I do know some sheepishly sexy girls on this trip who could use a little bit of… enhancement. Busts, butts, thighs… you know what I mean~” Katsuragi wasn't even hiding her intentions anymore. She was just smiling pervertedly like the pervert she was.
Akeela nodded. “Lead me to those sheepish girls! I shall bestow upon them the figure they need to be worthy of being counted by a goddess!!!”
“Ehehehe~ Follow me then, oh great maid of sharks~” Katsuragi teased, leading the way out of the spring she was in.
Needless to say, Akeela and Katsuragi spent the next two hours hunting Ninja girls to turn them into even bustier sheep girls. And Katsuragi cherished every moment of it with a lewd grin. This was the best vacation ever for her.
—
The grand office of the dark goddess Nagisa Fulkami was usually a place of eerie elegance. The walls were lined with floating grimoires, an obsidian desk carved from solidified starlight, and the constant hum of controlled cosmic eternity in the air.
Tonight, it was... cluttered.
Dozens of fluffy, busty sheepgirls lay strewn across the room like someone had hosted a slumber party in a wool factory. Some snored. Some twitched. One was still muttering ninja techniques in her sleep. Pillowy bodies overlapped. Curled horns bumped gently. A few still had transformation sparkles slowly fading from their hair.
Akeela sat at the center of it all, her posture slouched for once. She rested her head on the wool-covered lap of a kneeling Katsuragi, who herself had finally nodded off, smiling in her sleep with a dreamy little “Ehehe~.”
Akeela blinked slowly, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, mumbling softly to herself.
“Twenty-three… twenty-four… twenty-five…”
Her voice trailed into a gentle yawn. She shifted slightly, snuggling deeper into Katsuragi’s plush thighs.
“Twenty-nine… thirty…”
A pause. Her head sank lower.
“…I think… that’s enough…”
And then she was out. Arms limp, gill-frills fluttering gently as she snored like a very tired, very fulfilled shark.
Moments later, the door creaked open.
Nagisa stepped in, blinking at the unexpected mountain of wool and curves occupying her once-pristine floor. She crossed her arms under her generous chest, looking at this mayhem.
There, dead center: her self-proclaimed maid curled up like a kitten on a fluffy thigh-pillow girl. A very smug thigh-pillow girl, even in sleep.
Nagisa blinked once. Then again.
She giggled.
Quietly.
Warmly.
“…I guess I can take a day off and let her sleep,” she murmured, smiling to herself as she turned to leave.
“She’s worked hard, after all.”
With a quiet flick of her fingers, the door closed behind her, sealing in the peace, the warmth, and the soft sound of thirty softly snoozing sheepgirls, and a single, very proud sharkgirl.
—
When there is an issue for Nagisa, you can always count on Akeela to save the day! Sheep? Thighs? Sounds like a job for Akeela
