We write the year 2017. Space travel is still exclusive to astronauts and the occasional rich man or woman paying up a fine sum to the NASA, politicians are lying and scheming every day, desperately trying to stay in power and gain, even more, all the while a couple of wars are going on in, comparable, poor countries, yet barely a person actually cared about the fact that hundreds of humans lost their lives every day. And that wasn't even scratching the surface of human problems.

Caroline was one of those humans who barely cared about what was going on outside of her country. And the most she cared about her own country was the tax rate and economy, both indicating how much money she would have to spend on various things. Right now, the twenty-three-year-old woman had no job, her old company ran out of business and as such, there was only so much money she had available until she found a new one. Easier said than done in today's market and under normal circumstances Caroline would be in a lot of trouble. Luckily for her, there were two things keeping her afloat. One was the fact that she was an artist. She always wanted to live from only selling her work, however, she was realistic enough to know that it was best to have a normal job first, before becoming fully independent. The second thing keeping her afloat was her brother.

Since she couldn't pay for her apartment anymore, Caroline's brother Joseph allowed her to stay in the guest bedroom for the time being. He himself had a job as a translator for textbooks and the such, which allowed him to work at home at his own pace, as long as he was done before the deadline expired. He earned enough for the both of them and was ready to help his sister, for she had helped him multiple times with schoolwork back in the day.

Right now, Caroline was sitting at the study desk of the guest bedroom of her brother's apartment, wearing nothing more than her panties and a yellow t-shirt. Her laptop was turned on, showing a list of potential job opportunities. A second browser window was also opened, which showed Caroline's e-mail account and a pre-made e-mail, where she just would have to adjust a couple of names and phrases, before sending it to the various potential workplaces. This had been going on for almost two weeks and it was slowly, but surely taxing the young woman's patience. Barely anyone wrote back and those who did all refused to take her in, either because someone else managed to have a better resumé or because the people didn't bother removing the job offering after it had been given away several years ago.

After sending yet another e-mail into the seemingly endless world wide web, the woman decided she had enough and checked her page. She released her artwork regularly on the internet, some for free other stuff only available to see on her page. She had some regular supporters who admired her work, be it just a good picture or actual porn. Yes, porn. It was the one thing, humans, no matter the gender were constantly drawn to and Caroline knew it.

She herself was one of those lucky people, the one who seemingly did nothing and yet had an almost perfect body. She was a redhead with shoulder length hair, a healthy and smooth skin, green eyes, lips not too big and not too small, though her nose was a little smaller than the usual. Her hips weren't extremely thick or anything, but the right shape. Her cup size was a healthy D, which more than once got her envious looks from hormone filled teenagers back in her school days. Add to that a body that wasn't skinny, but rather healthy looking and you got yourself a woman which looked a little bit too perfect for some people.

Caroline knew that they were just jealous and if she was honest with herself, she probably would be too. She had noticed in her teenage years the advantages her body gave her over others, like her old chef being more forgiving with mistakes or even bartenders getting her order first, although other people had been there before her.

Of course, having such a body had it's drawbacks as well. As previously mentioned a lot of people were jealous or even angry, mostly boys she didn't want to date, at her and they tended to spread rather nasty rumors. Luckily for her, it never got out of hand like for other people. Another drawback was that rather unattractive or sheer drunk people tended to flirt with her or grab her ass. Some would even go a little further, which mostly ended up with bloody noses and a blood stained shirt or something. She would have loved to cut some throats open, but that would have gotten her arrested, which was something she'd rather avoid. It would be rather detrimental to her health and bank account if this happened. Speaking of bank accounts, Caroline was in luck. She had received a couple of donations, which in return meant she would paint something for the lonely nerds and perverted teachers.

Basically, both her NSFW and none-NSFW stuff was handled through one account, but the first one was more asked for than the other, surprise, surprise. Now she just needed to think of what to draw and later color. There were so many fetishes to choose from, not to mention she either could make something original or make something from a particular franchise, like Anime, Comics, Games, the whole shtick basically.

Her s didn't request anything outright this time and Caroline herself had no idea what to do. Luckily for her, she had someone she could consult. Namely her brother, Joseph.

Joseph was to put it in one word, a loner, a nerd. He played video games most of the time and only got out of his apartment so often because else he'd start to feel sick. His sister also "encouraged" him to actually use his bike, instead of just letting it catch dust in the basement.

Still, he spent most of his free time playing video games and as such had knowledge over a wide variety of oversexualized characters. Such was the knowledge Caroline was after right now, which was why she entered her brother's room. She found him sitting in front of his PC-screen, where some green humanoid figures, presumably Orcs if her limited fantasy knowledge was correct, running across a desert, while the speakers sang: "Orks, Orks, Orks, Orks, Orks, Orks."

Upon hearing the door opening, Joseph stopped the game and turned his spinny chair around. His short red hair was messy, like always, he wore a gray, closed, vest, black sweatpants, and gray socks. His skin was pale, due to the lack of sunlight. His own eyes were more a greenish-brown and he did have one or two unnoteworthy pickles on his forehead. He had become a little wider over the time he lived alone and Caroline planned to make sure it wouldn't get any worse.

"S'up?" Joseph greeted his sister, letting out a hearty yawn. "Need something?"

"Yup," Caroline replied, entering the room. She placed herself on the bed, from where she was able to see both her brother and the computer screen. "I need inspiration."

"Again?" Joseph asked with a raised eyebrow. But then he waved it off with a "whatever" and stretched himself a little, before asking: "Anything specific?"

"Nope. Anything's fine." the female redhead replied, her gaze turning towards the Computer screen. "Whatcha playing? Anything I could use?"

"Hmm…" Joseph turned his head around, humming a little tune to himself. "Actually, there's something, though get ready for some crazy shit."

"I'm living with you." Caroline deadpanned. "I have seen more crazy shit in the time I am here than I have my entire life."

"Alright." Joseph turned around and switched from the game to his desktop. He opened an internet browser and typed in "Slaanesh". A second later, Google threw out the results, including some rather "interesting" pictures of purple demons. Caroline's brother turned around once again, his hands folded over his lap.

"The franchise is called Warhammer and is divided into a fantasy world, you know, Trolls, Dwarves and all that crap and a science fiction universe, taking place in the year 40000."

It was the female's turn to raise an eyebrow, yet she motioned her brother to go on.

"You see, Warhammer originally was just a bunch of toy armies, which you assemble yourself, glue the pieces together, paint them in whatever color you like and then use them on a board game."

"Okay? Didn't know something like this exists."

Joseph nodded in return. "Yeah, I don't buy the figures, 'cause they're really expensive, but they're nice to look at. This universe also has a story. Now, I don't know everything, I'm still new to this myself, but what I know is, there are these aliens called Eldar. You can just imagine them as space elves."

"Really?" Caroline snorted at the mental image.

"Yup. Look almost human, pointy ears and lots of magic stuff, though it's called psychic potential or something. You know, Star Wars Jedi stuff mixed with Harry Potter magic."

The sister raised another eyebrow.

"So you see, in Warhammer 40000, there's this thing called the Warp. It's basically a parallel universe, where the emotions and basic desires of humans are given form, mostly as demons. However, the Eldar managed to use this stuff, in order to also create gods."

"The hell? This is getting confusing." Caroline commented.

"Just go with it. You'll need some background stuff for this one. So, the Eldar created gods, who then did everything for them. Thing was, the Eldar got bored afterward. So they started to have lots and lots of sex."

The girl in the room facepalmed.

"Really? Who thought of that?"

Joseph shrugged. "Apparently some guy in Britain. Anyways, the whole sex thing gets out of hand, because the Eldar got bored of that and used more extreme measures to get some emotion out of themselves. Long story short, they murder-fucked a God of Ecstasy, Debauchery, and Excess into existence, called Slaanesh."

"Wow." This had to be the dumbest story Caroline had ever heard. Murder fucking a god into existence? How the fuck was that supposed to work? Granted she was probably lacking vast amounts of background information and from the looks of things, her brother did not have much of that, but still! That was just crazy, even for internet standards!

Joseph then proceeded to give his sister a bit more information, about the Warp, Chaos, Corruption and tidbits about the human's role in this universe. Half an hour later, the sister left her brother's room, not sure whether to laugh or to cry at the information she had been provided with. It was, to put into words, a lot of crazy shit that was going on. No way she would ever understand this particular fantasy universe, not that she ever planned on doing so. Still, she now had multiple ideas on what to actually make.

Her first idea was a simple corruption comic. One of those Sister's of Battle would get overwhelmed by the Daemonettes in battle, touched in all the wrong places and then tongue-fucked, slowly being turned into a demon herself. A sequel would then show her doing the fucking, basic futa stuff, maybe tentacles later, since apparently anything can happen in the Warp.

Another idea included male humans, getting fucked by Daemonettes, though there was always the problem with trigger happy people. Futa on male was widely appreciated, yet not really for everyone and with such a small fanbase, Caroline wasn't sure whether it was worth the risk drawing something like that just yet. The more triggers were invested into a picture, the bigger the chance of getting hate mail and the comments section spammed with nothing but shit.

The smart thing to do would be to draw some Daemonettes solo, which would also give her the opportunity to get a feel of those specific creatures. Solo pictures were nice and all, but comics generally generated more revenue through her s. On the other hand, solo pictures didn't require her to think of a half-assed story.

With that in mind, Caroline took out a pen and some papers from the drawer and started to work on the first few drafts. In order to get everything right, she looked up some more pictures on the internet. She didn't get the lack of hair from most of the Daemonettes since it actually made them look a little less attractive. Some of the colored toys were also not so great, as the pink or purple was way too pale, compared to some of the fan made pictures. But, then again, the color wasn't an important factor right now.

The basic shape wouldn't be a problem since it was humanoid creatures. The armor would be an interesting challenge if she decided to draw this thing with any cover up what-so-ever. There was also the thing, whether it would be futa or not and how many tits this thing would possess. Finally, the problem would be in drawing either a crab claw or a sword-like arm. For some reason, Caroline managed to screw this part up more often than should be allowed. It actually should have been easier than drawing a normal hand, yet for some reason, she always got the length wrong.

During lunch, she received two responses from emails she had sent a week ago. Both were refusals, stating they had found someone else. Again. Feeling ever so slightly frustrated, Caroline to take a break from both her hobby and her job searches and watch some mindless TV. She would have loved to meet up with one of her friends, but unlike her, they had work to do. As such, she was left with nothing more than the propaganda of her local country and the other brain debilitating stuff.

At some point, her brother passed the living room, in order to get some food from the kitchen. When he returned, he stopped behind the couch and asked. "Don't you wanna put on some pants?"

"Not feeling like it," replied Joseph's sister, not avoiding her gaze from the TV-Screen. "Besides, it's warm today. And why would you care?"

Behind Caroline, her brother shrugged. "Just wondering. You look like a girl from a bad hentai like this. By the way, internet says it's gonna be cold again tomorrow."

"Sucks." Caroline ignored the hentai comment. "Then again, it's April. Shouldn't expect too much."

"Yeah." her brother agreed and retreated into his own room.

XYYX

Later that day, Caroline found herself carrying out the trash, wearing actual pants. As part of the sibling's agreement, she helped out around the house. The trash containers were assembled inside a building, next to a garage complex. Apparently, some idiot kids more often than not caused trouble around the neighborhood, including setting the trash on fire. As a response, those buildings had been added only a couple of years ago, before Joseph moved in. Of course with the trash being hoarded up in one enclosed space, it inevitably began to smell rather horribly.

Caroline scrunched up her nose, as the smell hit her like a warm wind in the Summer. As quickly as she could, she navigated towards the next best container, opened it and threw the bag inside. She planned on leaving just as quickly but was stopped, when her shoe stepped on something hard on the ground.

Curiously and with an arm in front of her nose, the young woman stepped away from the hard thing and looked down. Surprisingly what she found was a golden chain, with a trinket of some sorts attached to it. The trinket had a purple color and looked like it was made of glass or crystal. It had a strange form, kind of reminding the young woman of the male sign, yet vastly different. In the middle of the trinket was a golden eight-pointed sun or star engraved.

Figuring that someone must have lost it, she pocketed the thing in. It probably was made of fake gold and stone anyways, so no one would really miss it. Why else would they have accidentally dropped it in a place like this one?

Shrugging to herself, Caroline closed the door behind her and locked it with a key her brother had provided her with. Having done her small job, she leisurely walked back to the apartment building, where she temporarily resided in. She used the elevator in order to get to the fifth floor.

Once she was inside the building, her brother happened to come out of his room, holding his telephone against his ear. He looked a little angry for some reason.

"I told you, I can't," he said, sounding slightly agitated. "Look, a schoolbook has a limited vocabulary. Easy work. A story book? Depends highly on the genre, but as long as it is supposed to be used in schools, it should be no problem. But a psycho thriller? There're gonna be words I've never even used myself and this is my mother tongue we're talking about! I'll probably have trouble understanding anything myself. Look, aren't there pros for this kind of stuff?

…

Uh huh, I see. Well sorry, I know I'll just mess up and everyone who says otherwise is lying. Seriously, get yourself a pro translator, else you'll get in trouble on the long run.

…

Bye."

Joseph hung, grumbling something to himself.

"Trouble?" his sister asked.

The brother sighed. "Not really. My boss is a fan of this famous author...forgot her name." He shook his head at his forgetfulness. "Anyways, he's a friend of an author and of course offered help. Thing is, he's only got guys like me available. You know, the kinda people who speak the language, but are not really schooled and the such."

Caroline nodded. She knew as much.

"So he asked me, but I pretty much told him, when he employed me that I can't handle the complicated stuff, like law books. Still, I decided to have a look and promised to call him today. So I read a few random chapters, but," he raised his arm and dropped then, causing his hands to hit his legs "no dice. Too much stuff that might be misinterpreted."

"I see." Caroline nodded. "Well, it's your boss' fault for not hiring professionals."

"Yeah." Her brother agreed. "By the way, I'll need to bring the book back tomorrow. I figured I might as well do some shopping, while I'm at it. I looked at the fridge earlier and thought: 'Hmm...looks kind of...empty.'"

"Kind of?" Caroline echoed, amused. "I'm still wondering how you didn't starve yourself to death before I came."

"Eh, I'm hibernating most of the time."

At this comment, Caroline had to laugh. "Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha! Sure you are." She slapped his arm in a friendly matter. "To answer your question, I don't think I need anything, aside from the usual. If I remember anything, I'll tell you. I'm gonna take a shower."

"All right. Now, where did I put that book?" Joseph turned around and walked back to his room.

Shaking her head, Caroline walked into her own room, in order to pick up some spare clothes to change into after the cleaning process was done. Inside the small bathroom, the young woman quickly stripped nude, dropping all of her clothes onto the ground. However, when she dropped her pants, something metallic fell out of one of her pockets. The young woman looked down in confusion and then remembered that she picked something up earlier. The golden or at least golden looking bracelet reflected the light coming from the light bulb in this room, making it look really pretty. The same went for the trinket, making it look like more than it probably would ever be worth. She would need to visit a gold trader in order to be sure of the value of this thing, but Caroline thought it wasn't valuable at all, just good looking.

She picked the small thing up and looked at it for a couple of seconds, before deciding to try it on. Out of curiosity, she wanted to know how it would look at her, although the trinket didn't exactly match her hair color, not to mention slightly clashed with her eye color. Despite this, she opened the chain and wrapped it around her neck. Once she closed the chain behind her, she took a look at herself in the mirror.

As she suspected, it looked nice, but the colors didn't match. She started thinking about dying her hair and wearing color contacts. Though she would have to custom order the lilac hair color, as to her knowledge it was a common thing you could buy at the store. Contacts should be easier to get a hold of. There was an eye specialist nearby, who might even give her a bit of a discount if she allowed the man to see a little bit of cleavage.

Now that she actually looked at her naked self, Caroline really did have a beautiful body. She had always been aware of this, of course, and several men had fallen for it. With a very few selected of those, she even indulged in sexual activities. Though all of them had been teenagers, inexperienced and looking back at it, not really worth the time. For some reason, none of them could keep up with her stamina. Maybe it was time to expand her "hunting grounds", so to speak.

While fantasizing about the next potential boyfriend, Caroline entered the shower, not bothering to take off her necklace. The cold metal actually felt nice on her skin and continued to do so, even after it warmed up from the water. The young woman was about to start washing her hair when there was a knock at the door.

"Can I come in for a sec?" Joseph asked.

"Sure," Caroline replied and started rubbing the shampoo into her hair. The door opened and allowed her brother to enter. Of course, Caroline only saw a shadow of him, as she had drawn the shower curtain closed.

"Sorry."

"What are you apologizing for? We used to bath together when we were kids."

"We were, as you said, kids back then." Joseph deadpanned. "Anyways, I just need to quickly get something and I'll be right out."

Joseph opened a cabinet door and crouched down. "Now, where did I left it? Man, I'm misplacing a lot of stuff lately."

While her brother was searching for whatever he was looking for, a certain thought entered Caroline's mind. Her brother had pretty much been a loner most of his life, even more so the further he aged. He wasn't that bad looking. Certainly, there was a lot of work for improvement and he wasn't the most talkative person outside of family and the small group of acquaintances that he was forced to interact with on a regular basis. But overall, he was actually quite nice. It was a shame he wouldn't find a girlfriend at this rate unless some girl actually bothered to drag him out of his shell. Not likely to happen. A direct result of that was the fact that the most sex he would ever be able to experience would be from some street whore or something.

This really bothered Caroline. So far she had accepted her brother's choice of love life or lack thereof, but now for some reason, it really started to bother her. Wasn't there something she could do about this? Maybe give him a little push to stand on his own?