Viona The Warrior of Beauty
Part 1
It is noon. The sun is shining high in the sky. In the tropics of central America, this means hot and humid. The state of the lost civilization on maya reflects this cycle of hot and cold. All the wear and tear are testaments of natures work against human creation.
Today is the final day of the expedition. Attempts to extend their stay proved futile as the government of Mexico refuses their application for an extension. They are busy packing up their equipment as they need to clear the place before dark. Sweat and smelly shirts are the byproducts of working in the heat which doesn't help Fiona. Fiona is an ordinary university student majoring in archeology. She is a small, petite girl with a height of 5 foot 2, black hair, wearing glasses and skinny.
This is a trip that she really looking forward to, and she enjoyed every minute of it. Her interest in history and archeology is what keeps her going. She shrugs off the heat and continues her task of carrying all the equipment back to the transport vehicle.
After a quick lunch, she continues. It was already 4pm when they finish packing. Fiona ran some final inventory checks with the checklist. This includes a mysterious box that they found. The small, square box is only approximately 1 foot in height, length and wide. It was wrapped with a lot of rope that almost looked like preventing anyone from opening it. Although many expeditions have been here they never found this box. Miraculously the local authority allowed the team to bring the box back to their university for further study. Even if it only for a short time perhaps to make up for the refusal of extension. She found out that they left a light stand at one of the temples. It is on the far site of the place.
"Crap, one stuff left, and it is on the other site. It's ok I'll go get it." She volunteered.
"Please hurry we don't have much time." Her professor urges.
She ran across the complex. The distance is quite far that when she arrived she was breathless and took some time to catch her breath. She saw the light stand in front of the temple entrance. Lucky for her it is at the bottom not way up at the peak. It will take her forever to climb those stairs.
As she packs the light the sun rays shine straight at the entrance and reveals a statue. Fiona is stunned when she looked at it. The statue shape is not like anything at the temple. It is shaped like a woman, tall and slender. She stand proud, legs opened slightly. Her hands placed on her waist. Her back arched forward displaying her large, firm bosom. She radiates strength and power. Her beautiful face completes it all.
"Wow, so … beautiful." She muttered.
The beautiful statue is equipped with what looks like an armor set. It is complemented with accessories and made of gold. It shines brightly as it deflects the sun rays. At the head there is a crown that wraps the statue forehead. The crown is beautifully made with patterns similar to Mayan arts. It is complemented with a pair of earrings that hangs on the statue ears. At the neck there is a choker with similar patterns as the crown. The statue ample bosom is decorated with a pair of nipple plates that is connected with a chain. There are bracelets at both arms and wrists, not to forget a two rings on each side of the hand. A thin belt with circlets hanging wraps around the statue thin waist and a thong that sports a deep V-shape rises high above the hips to form a deep plunge at the back to display a pair of round buttocks. Thigh bands wrap around its shapely thighs and the long, shapely slender legs sports ankle bracelets at the bottom. All of them are decorated with beautiful Mayan arts pattern.
Fiona continues to examine the statue and comes up with a conclusion. "This is not a typical mayan products. How can it be so different? It almost looks like an Amazon."
She move towards to the statue and as she touches the choker, a bright light shines and engulf her. For a few seconds she is blinded and after regaining sight, the statue has vanished. All that's left is the choker which she touched earlier.
"Where did it go?" She looked around to find the statue. She is unaware that she is holding the choker. Suddenly she is startled by a voice from far.
"Fiona, hurry up lets go!" Her colleagues went to find her. She quickly went to grab the light stand and noticed the choker is in her hand.
"This is the choker! How did it end up here?" She put the choker in her pocket, pack up everything and leave.
The trip back is uneventful but the team is excited to bring back an archeology piece from the site, even if it's only temporary. It is a huge coup for the university but for Fiona, she has only one thing on her mind, the statue. She reaches down into her pocket and retrieves the choker to examine it.
As soon as her fingers close around the cool metal, she feels a thrill run through her body. She can't believe she actually took it. She glances around casually, making sure no one is paying attention, before bringing the choker out into the open.
The choker is well made, with beautiful Mayan patterns etched into the pure gold. Fiona's eyes widen as she turns it over in her hands, studying every detail. She can feel the weight of history in her palms, the secrets and stories that this artifact must hold.
"What is this thing?" she thinks to herself, her mind racing with questions. "What kind of power does it hold? And why did I feel so drawn to it?" She remembers reaching to touch it without hesitation.
She turns the choker over again, searching for any clues. There are no visible markings or symbols, just the intricate patterns that seem to dance across the metal. But as she looks closer, she starts to feel a strange tingling sensation in her fingers. It's as if the choker is trying to communicate with her, to tell her something.
She quickly hides the choker when her friends come closer, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She realizes that now is not a good time to do it. She needs to wait until she's alone, until she can figure out what this thing is and what it means. But she can't shake the feeling that her life is about to change in ways she never could have imagined.
When they arrived at their university, she quickly took her leave and headed straight to the her room. She wanted to run but restrain and remind herself not to get too excited. She enters her room and placed all her bags to the side. Taking a deep breath, she took out the choker and began taking a closer look.
"How come we didn't find you before?" she mused aloud, her voice a mixture of disbelief and excitement. She stepped forward, drawn to the gleaming surface of the mirror that reflected not just her image but also her aspirations. With trembling fingers, she picked up the choker—a delicate piece of jewelry that shimmered enticingly in the light—and fastened it snugly around her neck. As she turned side to side to admire how it hugged her skin perfectly, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something extraordinary was about to happen. Suddenly, without warning, the choker erupted into a brilliant glow, illuminating the dim room with an otherworldly light.
"What is happening?"
Panic surged through her veins as she desperately tried to unhook the choker; however, each frantic attempt was met with failure. The brightness intensified and enveloped her entirely, casting shadows on every corner of the room. It felt as if all elements were merging into this blinding luminescence. As if in a surreal dreamscape, she could sense a strange heat radiating from within—the light searing away all traces of imperfection from her clothes and hair alike. In its wake, an exhilarating wave of power coursed through every fiber of her being.
Starting at her face, where transformation began like brush strokes on canvas, it reshaped and enhanced features into an idealized vision—a heart-shaped visage emerging like artwork sculpted by divine hands. Her once brown eyes underwent a stunning metamorphosis; they deepened into mesmerizing shades of blue that sparkled like sapphires under sunlight. Each blink revealed thick lashes—longer than any mascara could hope to replicate—framed by impeccably shaped eyebrows that arched perfectly above them.
Her senses sharpened dramatically; suddenly sounds became more vibrant and colors more vivid as both eyesight and hearing reached new heights. As if nature itself conspired for perfection, high cheekbones emerged sculpturally at just the right angle while a straight-edged narrow nose added elegance to this newfound beauty. Luscious lips formed full and pouty—a breathtaking contrast against skin now flawlessly smooth without even a hint of blemish or flaw. Her teeth aligned themselves meticulously in perfect harmony within a narrow tapering chin that completed this stunning transformation.
The spectacle didn’t end there; cascading down from atop her head was hair—long and lustrous—that flowed like liquid gold with each slight move she made. The color transformed brilliantly until it settled into a radiant golden blonde shade that caught every ray of light around it like spun silk glimmering in daylight sunbeams—it stopped growing gracefully at shoulder length but left behind an impression far more lasting than mere aesthetics ever could convey. In those fleeting moments trapped between fear and awe lay realization: She had not merely altered outward appearances but stepped across some threshold into an entirely new world defined by limitless possibilities—a place where power intertwines seamlessly with beauty beyond comprehension.
"Wow, it feels … so … good," Fiona moans in pure ecstasy as another exhilarating wave of power surges through her body, electrifying every fiber of her being. She can distinctly feel her shoulders broadening and, simultaneously, a remarkable fullness blossoming in her breasts. The sensation is indescribable as they swell dramatically from a modest 32A cup to an eye-catching 40DD.
"Oohhh," she sighs in delight, relishing the pleasure of her breasts inflating and firming up with an almost gravity-defying quality that enhances her allure. As if sculpted by an artist's hand, Fiona's entire physique begins to transform; she feels the subtle yet powerful stretching of her arms to harmonize with the changes unfolding around her body. Her nails glisten like they've just emerged from a professional manicure session, each one perfectly shaped and polished. The tightening sensation at her waist signals yet another change; no longer is it the shapeless 28 inches it once was—now it's morphing into a captivatingly slender figure showcasing a tantalizing 22-inch waist paired with flatboard abs that radiate confidence.
As the third wave crashes over her, Fiona's body is consumed by an intense, euphoric sensation. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a scream of pure, unadulterated pleasure. "It's happening there! Oh wooahhh!!" she cries out, her voice trembling with the force of her emotions.
Her vagina, once a source of insecurity and self-consciousness, has been transformed into a masterpiece of perfection. Every flaw, every imperfection, has been meticulously corrected and refined, leaving her with a sense of confidence and self-assurance she never thought possible.
The sensations coursing through her body are almost too much to bear. Her enhanced sensitivity makes every touch, every caress, feel like a revelation. Her tightness is almost palpable, a physical manifestation of the pleasure that's building inside her.
Fiona gasps for breath, her chest heaving with the effort of containing her emotions. She's never felt anything like this before. It's as if her body has been awakened to a whole new world of sensations, and she's reveling in the sheer, unadulterated joy of it all.
Meanwhile, what was once a drooping backside measuring only 33 inches blossoms into an enviable, perky form now measuring an alluring 38 inches—a solid roundness that invites admiration.
The transformation does not stop there; it cascades through every part of Fiona’s body as she revels in this newfound power filling out her legs beautifully. "Ooh, wow! Feels so good!" she exclaims as she experiences the delightful stretch and shaping of her limbs into long, slender masterpieces that demand attention. With each passing moment, she finds herself rising taller—standing proud at an impressive height of 5 foot 10 inches. But perhaps most astonishingly is how this magical process involves every muscle within her being; they tighten and fill out seamlessly across every inch of her form while maintaining a perfectly feminine physique without any unsightly bulges—just subtle hints of strength beneath the skin. During this exquisite metamorphosis, Fiona feels as though countless invisible hands are delicately stretching and squeezing at all the right places on her body—an enchanting symphony sculpting contours to perfection like clay under expert fingertips. The sensations flood over Fiona like nothing she's ever experienced before—each touch ignites waves of satisfaction deep within; each pulse resonates with exhilarating joy as she basks in this transformative journey towards ultimate beauty and self-empowerment.
Then the final wave of unparalleled power arrived, enveloping her in a transformative brilliance that left no detail overlooked. This time, an array of resplendent golden armor emerged, each piece meticulously crafted to perfection. The crown wrapped regally around her forehead, while shimmering earrings dangled elegantly from her lobes. Her arms were adorned with exquisite bracelets that hugged her wrists and adorned her fingers with rings that sparkled like stars in the night sky. The intricate nipple plates rested gracefully against her skin, complementing the ornate belt and delicate thong that completed the ensemble. Yet it was the ankle bracelets that underwent a truly dramatic metamorphosis — they morphed into sleek attachments for a stunning pair of five-inch gladiator heels, elevating her stature and enhancing the allure of her legs.
The once-simple bracelets now stretched into thin wires that snaked up her shins like glimmering serpents, highlighting every curve and contour of her body. Her flawless skin seemed to radiate with a light tan glow and appeared coated in silky baby oil, giving it a lustrous sheen that accentuated her seductive feminine physique. Her face was now graced with light makeup that highlighted the natural beauty beneath — soft pink gloss covered her lips while eyeshadow accentuated the depth of her gaze.
"I. Am. Cumming!!!" she exclaimed as the transformation reached its breathtaking climax; she let out an exhilarating moan as if releasing not just sound but pure ecstasy itself while simultaneously watching as bright light enveloped everything around.
Standing still before an expansive full-length mirror, she admired herself profoundly; arms resting confidently at her impossibly thin waist, legs slightly parted in alluring invitation while arching backward to present firm round breasts proudly on display. There she stood — an astonishing 5'10", boasting measurements of 40DD-22-38 — radiant in all her newly found glory compared to the frail figure she once possessed at 5'2", measuring merely 32A-28-33.
“Wow! Is that really me?” She marveled at this striking reflection for what felt like an eternity—taking time to absorb every nuance of these new attributes and acknowledging just how breathtakingly beautiful she had become. Curiosity struck as she placed delicate hands on inner thighs; overwhelmed by sensations cascading over sensitive smooth skin - each touch igniting waves of pleasure within.
With excitement bubbling inside, she turned around to admire how sensually sculpted her back had become—“Wow! Now that's booty!”—she thought triumphantly, all while noticing how captivatingly playful those new curves were as they jiggled enticingly with each movement she made like gentle waves rolling onto shore; yet when cupped gently by hands they felt firm and inviting—a delightful harmony between softness and strength filling every moment with ecstasy.“I love them!” She couldn’t contain herself now as fingertips traced along the outline of this perfectly thin waistline; giggles escaped softly from between rosy cheeks witnessing firsthand how flat yet enticingly curvy she'd become altogether!
Finally taking stock of reflections staring back at flawless facial features enveloped in deep azure blue eyes filled with life’s newfound excitement—the rosy blush across cheeks indicated sheer joy emanating from within “Nobody can say no to this face,” she smiled widely feeling empowered by confidence blooming inside.
As if discovering another treasure within this transformation journey completed before standing boldly behind vibrant locks cascading down shoulders—she playfully swiped hair behind ears letting golden strands shine brilliantly under ambient light reflecting elegance everywhere around “Got free hair extensions…and even colored my hair blonde? How cool!”
Fiona giggled delightedly celebrating every facet of who she'd become through sheer magic unfurling right before hers own eyes!
She looks around her place and amazed how clear everything is. She can hear the sound of the people at the university cafeteria, focus her vision outside her window to the very end of the university and smell a lot of different aroma around her. "Surely there must be a way for me to control this. If not I'm gonna be drowned by all of the sensations," she thought to herself.
"Well my dear, there is a way." Suddenly a mysterious female voice echoes inside her head.
Back at the campus, Professor Figgins is glad that they arrived safely after traveling the whole day. If it isn't for the documentation issues at the border, they probably will arrive earlier that day. He watched his students looking for their belongings and he knows they are tired.
"Ok guys get your stuff. We will unpack tomorrow. No use doing it all night." He looked around to find Fiona.
"Where is Fiona? Usually she would help you guys." One of the students saw Fiona left earlier and told Prof Figgins.
"Even our most hardworking person also ran out of steam." The Prof quipped.
One student replied "Who doesn't? She walked around, lifting stuff all day under the heat and even ran to get the missing equipment."
"You guys should treat her someday." The group smiled at each other, acknowledging it.
After some goodbyes, the prof is the last person there. The reason he doesn't leave yet is because he wants to put the mysterious box inside the lab. He feared if he leave it around he might lost it.
Professor Figgins is the lead researcher for the project. He is one of the top researcher in ancient Mayan civilization. He has been to the temple a lot. Only this time he notices a bright young student who is very hardworking. Fiona reminds him of himself when he was still a student.
"She has a bright future in this field with that kind of attitude," he thought to himself.
He arrives at the lab and begin unpacking the transportation box. He picks the box and take a good look. The box looks unassuming, black in color but decorated with mayan pattern. The strange thing he notices about the box is the odd way of wrapping. It seems like layer after layer of rope surrounding the box, like they were trying to really secure it. He wanted to open it, but like any good researcher he doesn't. First he took a few pictures of the box at a different angle. Then he weights the box and record the figure. Surprisingly it doesn't weight much. He took the box dimension, make notes about the material of the box and even shook it.
"It seems like there is nothing inside. But who knows." He concludes.
He looks around the box to see whether he can untie the rope. The end of the rope seems to be glued. Carefully he peel the end of the rope and proceed to remove the rope. Slowly he pry open the box cover, resulting in a lot of dust. As the dust enters his nose he sneezes and at the same time, a thick black smoke come rushing out straight to the ceiling. All of that happen when he was sneezing.
After the dust had settled, he looked inside the box and disappointed.
"There really is nothing inside there." He took a few more pictures of inside the box and the exterior minus the rope, carefully putting it at the research shelf.
"Lets take a closer look tomorrow." He switched off the lights and left the lab.
The black smoke move around the ceiling, trying to find a way out. It cannot go through the window as the lab is air-conditioned. The ventilation duct is the solution. It continues to move until it exits at the top of the building. It gathers itself, and move towards the field in the university park. There the smoke combines to make a silhouette of a woman and then a figure of a woman appears. She stands still with her eyes closed. Her hands and legs slightly spread. She opens her eyes and take a look around.
She is small, only 5'1" with 32d-25-36. Her face looks matured, with a red pair of eyes and a thick mascara. her thin lips is coated with a black lipstick. she has a fit body but not as fit as viona. her skin is a white, pale looking. her long black hair extends to her back. she wears a long cape, a bustier with a long silky tight skirt that cuts until to her thigh and a pair of knee high boots. Her bustier took the shape of a human head skull that exposes her flat midriff.
She doesn't say anything, and suddenly her right hand lights up. Out of it comes a staff. It is made from a human spine. on top of the staff there is a small headskull. She close her eyes and then the staff emits a buzzing noise and brightens. It continues for a few seconds. Finally it stops and she opens her eyes.
"Looks like I have been inside the box for more than 500 years. Hopefully things haven't change much. But then the world can change, and they cannot stop me, Gulora from conquering them!"
It is deep into the night, and not many people are around the campus, much more at the park, so a light from the park alerted the university security and they sent a person to check out. The security personnel arrives and saw a woman at the center of the field. He wants to deal with this quickly.
"Who in the right mind would do cosplay right now?" he run towards Gulora to tell her off.
"Come on lady go home." Gulora turns to see the security and he suddenly stops in his track, startled at her appearance.
"What the hell?" as soon as the security finished the sentences, Gulora fires a red bolt towards him. Instantly he vanishes, leaving only an area of burned grass around the size of his feet.
"What a great way to start, haven't tasted a soul for a long time," she smiled as she licked her lips.
The poor security soul is trapped inside the staff, enriching Gulora power. She contemplates for a while, thinking of a strategy to start her conquer.
"I'm sure if I have been released, the warrior of beauty will also appear. But I don't know where she is, so the only way is for her to come to me, and that is something that I'm good at." She laughs and then fly up high above the ground.
Back to Fiona’s place, the voice continued "Close your eyes and take a deep breath. Calm down. You will feel all the noises and unpleasantness vanishes one by one."
Fiona proceed to do as she had been told, and her world has become a lot calmer and quieter.
"You only need to do this once. After this you will only hear sounds that is relevant to you. You can manipulate your vision and control your perspiration."
She finally got the hang of it, and opened her eyes. She looked around but found herself alone in the room.
"Where are you? How can you talk to me like this?"
"I can speak to you because I’m within you." A figure materializes in front of her. She looks exactly like the statue that Fiona found at the Mayan temple. This time Fiona can see the figure lustrous blonde hair, her deep blue eyes and her oiled, slightly tanned, fair skin tones. The figure is floating in front of her.
Fiona is surprised. She didn't expect to see an "alive" version of the statue. "You look exactly like the statue. Who are you?"
"My name is Ixaera. I am the guardian spirit of the armor that you are wearing right now. I am inside the armor. When a mortal human wears the choker, she will be infused with me, molded, sculpted and empowered to transform into the Warrior of Beauty."
"That explains all those hands," Fiona thought to herself. She blushes when it reminded her of the pleasures and sensations.
"You my dear, shall be known as Viona, the warrior of beauty. It is your duty to fight the evil and protect the weak." Ixaera declares.
"Wait. Me, a warrior? This must be a mistake." Fiona is alarmed that things are moving really fast and she hasn't fully sink it all in.
"Yes, you are. I chose you because you are worthy. I can sense your sincerity and your will is strong. You are capable of defeating evil. Gulora has been unleashed."
Fiona is puzzled. "Gulora? Who is that?" She has a lot of questions to ask, because it is all too surreal for her.
The conversation is interrupted when someone knocks at the door. Fiona remembers she asked Nate to come by tonight. She wanted to show Nate the choker she had found and find out about it. It turns out things got interesting.
Nate is Fiona's boyfriend. They knew each other since high school and confessed to each other when entering the university. They spend a lot of time together and have the same interest in archeology. He is in the same course as Fiona. He didn't go to the site because he need to attend other extra classes and football practices.
"We will talk later."