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Resplendent AI 61

The skies above Beach City burned. With the city vacated, there were almost no souls around to view it - the refugee train miles down the road could only see the occasional cloudburst, molten metal streaking down through the clouds like God's own buckshot, landing throughout the city and the surrounding countryside. The gem invasion had come with little to no fanfare, the Crystal Gem defenders defeated in an instant. But once Jasper's gem arm ship had been destroyed from within, the ship was coming down hard. In another time, the entire arm might have swept down from the sky to land across the mountain, depositing the survivors all across Beach City's landscape. This time, however, things were different. A pink bubble landed some miles away, blown free of the wreckage with a young Crystal Gem and his guardians smashing down into the countryside, tearing through fields but coming out ultimately unharmed. The last two remaining souls aboard the ship were just a little less lucky than that. Lapis Lazuli had been blown free of the ship, wrapping herself up with all the water she could possibly produce or whip from the air and atmosphere, doing her best imitation of a bubble on the way down to earth's surface. She was fortunate, however, that she had been blown right off the coast of Beach City, meaning that when she was going in to land, it was to be skipped across the water until she slammed into another sandbar. An island, some few miles south of Beach City and just off of the coast. Far enough away that she couldn't even see the city she had once called prison. Lapis groaned, clutching at her head as she stared dazedly up at the sky. Her trim form was as battered as could be, and it was only by luck she had managed to survive at all - especially as she had landed on her back. She pulled herself to a sitting position, staring out with blank blue eyes at the island she'd managed to slam into.

Things hadn't quite gone to plan, and all things considered, Jasper chose to blame Peridot. Through some unknown means, the fusion had gotten out of her cell on the hand ship. And without her destabilizer to hand, the towering orange quartz had to take her on hand-to-hand. The battle had been frantic and even on both sides, but ultimately she got a lucky shot in and destroyed the power core, leaving the entire ship collapsing and exploding back down toward the planet. And the ensuing explosion had catapulted her across the sky. Fortunately, Jasper was indestructible by most conventional definitions. Her towering frame slammed into a section of beach like a white-haired meteor, leaving a deep crater in the ground. Swathes of sand had been turned to glass from the heat of her entry, and aside from groaning in discomfort, she was at least still intact. Most importantly, the gem that acted as her nose was in one piece. "Stupid damn fusion," Jasper grumbled with great effort, clawing out of the crater she had landed in. Sections of her tight bodysuit had been damaged from both her earlier fight and her brawl with the fusion. Sections of her beefy thighs were exposed, and it looked as if her giant orange bosom would explode out of her modest top with even a modest bit of pressure. "Agh... oh for... where the hell even am I?

Yongen was much the same as it had been when Akira had last been here, but that was perhaps to be expected for a small suburb. The same small shops were still on the streets, the same old houses stood in place without even a new drop of paint on the walls. The same people, potentially, bustled around and paid no attention to the young man as he strode along with purpose. "It really is the exact same." The voice, small and slightly girlish, came from the leather bag supported on the young man's right shoulder. A small feline head poked out of the opening in the zipper and scanned around. "I thought the Chief was exaggerating when he said Yongen was the same as ever." Akira shrugged. "Well, what do you expect? A place like this doesn't hold much interest to developers." In the few years that had passed since his hectic stint at Shujin, culminating in him shooting God in the face and saving Christmas, Akira hadn't changed much. He was a tad taller, his musculature a little more defined now that the last awkward vestiges of puberty had been shrugged off. And his hair was a tangled frizz of dark hair, as ever. Akira came to a stop at the small glass door, a sign overhead plainly stating 'Leblanc: Coffee and Curry.' He smiled in a warm nostalgia. As Akira pushed in the bell over the door chimed, and the aging man behind the counter looked up from his crossword. "Oh, you actually came. Nice to see you." He was trying to be cool and impassive, but it was clear he liked Akira quite a bit. After all, he had been much the same when he was Akira's age. "Long time no see," Akira greeted. He hummed and stroked his chin. "Just like I left it... I see the Sayuri is still there too. But something's missing..." Ah yes, of course, the pint-sized hacker who had been his most eager co-worker.

Mmhm. Yusuke still comes by occasionally. He may have that patron now, but he still spends so wastefully," Sojiro said. Sojiro busied himself behind the counter -- the roaster turned on, a porcelain mug was retrieved, and in record time a piping hot cup of coffee was produced and set on the old wood countertop. He pushed it over the counter to Akira, leaning over the counter as he eyed the young man expectantly. "I've been trying new blends. Take a moment, sit down. I know you've come a long way, so it's on the house, just this once," he said with an amicable smirk. "I'll call Futaba down in a minute." A meow came from the bag, but Akira heard it for what it was. "... down?" "You're still carrying that cat around in your bag?" Sojiro asked, looking genuinely surprised for a moment. He busied himself another moment behind the counter, coming out with a small bowl that he filled with a thin layer of cream. "At least let Mona out. It's boiling out there," Sojiro said, setting the bowl down behind the counter so Morgana could come around and drink in peace. There came a hammering of feet from the back room, bare feet padding on old wooden steps, and suddenly-- She looked just the same. Perhaps her bright red hair was a little longer (hard to tell, as it had been pulled back into a ponytail), and perhaps her face had lost just a touch of its roundness. But it was still the very same Futaba Sakura that burst out of the back room, breathless and panting, resplendent in big baggy black sweats and a moss green tanktop. Her breath caught in her throat as she stood there, small chest heaving-- "... A-Akira!" Futaba squeaked.

Everything had changed. Voldemort was exposed as being back, there had been so much more death than Hermione had expected, and she just knew that she needed to be strong and help to defeat Voldemort. There would no longer be any calling him You-Know-Who, or He Who Shall Not Be Named. His name was Voldemort, and she was going to do everything in her power to help Harry Potter to defeat him. The summer had been surprisingly uneventful. There were missing people, presumed dead, and there were plans being made by the Order but other than receiving their O.W.Ls and Hogwarts letters, Hermione, Ron, and Harry hadn't done much. It was infuriating but also slightly peaceful. It had given her a chance to spend some time with her parents, research as much as she could about what may come up during the start of their N.E.W.T. level classes, and she'd also had a chance to spend some time with Harry and Ron. Although, being around Fleur the entire summer had also been infuriating for its own reasons. Getting to the Gryffindor table, Hermiones eyes continued scanning for Harry. He'd inexplicably left the compartment and she was worried about him. He'd always had an issue with Malfoy and now that he thought Malfoy was a Death Eater it was just worse. There wasn't a way though, they were only sixteen. Even Voldemort couldn't be that insane. Biting her lip, the brunette tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. Her chocolate brown eyes continued scanning even as Ron shoved food in his mouth and Ginny helped her to look while only keeping her conversation partially on Dean, her boyfriend. There he is! Ginny exclaimed as she nodded her head towards the entrance to the Great Hall. Then her face fell. Why is he always covered in blood? She asked in a murmur that Hermione thought she was the only one who'd heard. Hermione just shook her head as Harry came up to them. What happened? Hermione demanded as she took a napkin and started cleaning off his face. Later, Harry said as he glared at Malfoy who was sneering from the Slytherin table. Hermione glared. Fine, but you will be explaining. She told him in a stern voice, rolling her eyes when Ron and Harry exchanged meaningful glances at one another. She knew that she really shouldn't talk that way to them, it made her come off as snobby a bit and commanding but she also knew that Ron and Harry would enjoy breaking the rules or not telling her way too much just so that they wouldn't get a lecture. It was obvious from his nose that hed done something that he shouldn't after all. Just then Dumbledore rose to speak and the Great Hall was silent within moments as they looked at the man with white hair and half-moon spectacles. "Now that we are all fed and warm," he began in his kind voice, "I do have a few start-of-term notices." First, I would like to welcome back Professor Slughorn, who has agreed to resume his old position as Potions teacher. Potions?!" Hermione and Ron exclaimed simultaneously, swiveling their heads and staring at their black-haired friend. "I just assumed Harry had already told you," Dumbledore said, trailing off. Meanwhile, Professor Snape has agreed to take the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Dumbledore then paused as there was suddenly quite a bit of chatter. Raising a hand, it only took a few minutes for the Great Hall to again go silent and Dumbledore looked a bit more serious. As you all know, Voldemort has risen to power. As such, it is more important now than ever that we make lasting friendships and remain safe while here at Hogwarts. This is why this year we are implementing a new program. Each of you will be paired with someone from your own year, but in a different house. You will work together on classwork, have bonding activities you need to do outside of class, and you will be spending time with one another every other weekend. The goal of this is to promote inter-house unity. He continued speaking as his voice rose over the loud chatter. This project is run by Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall. Any questions can be brought to them, however, there is no switching of partners. Waving his wand, parchment appeared before each of them. Hermione looked at Harry nervously before unrolling the parchment in front of her. Partner: Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Rules of this Program: 1. All classes together you will be partners. 2. Every day at least one meal has to be shared with one another 3. Every other weekend a special dorm has been set aside to let you get to know one another better and focus on partner building activities. 4. No fighting or violence of any kind will be tolerated. Now, will the older of the two please go sit with the younger. The curfew has been extended thirty minutes for the two of you to acquaint yourselves slightly with one another before bed. Dumbledore clapped then as the plates all disappeared and people started standing and moving around. Hermione was not happy with this. But she really had no choice. Getting up, she made her way over to the blonde Slytherin. This was going to suck. Sure, she found him attractive but that didn't mean she was able to act on it. After all, she was a Muggle-born witch.

Draco lifted his gaze as Hermione approached after he read his own parchment. "Does rule 4 mean I have to stop calling you Mudblood?" He asked out loud, partially hoping Dumbledore would hear his insult to the girl. He kept his gaze lingering on the brunette. He too found her attractive, but he would never tell anyone, he was a Slytherin after all and had a reputation to uphold. He watched Hermione silently for a moment before finally speaking. "We might as well make the most of this, I guess.." He said, trying to make conversation and be as polite as he knew how to be. "I wonder who your besties got.

Zyra Th'lea fingers wove through dried strands of long, dark mahogany colored hair. She braided the strands together, creating a series of decorative and ornate braids along her head. She really had to make an impact tonight; she had been recovering from a particularly rough evening several nights ago here on Coruscant. As the scrappy daughter of a conquered crime family, she was unfortunately pretty. The woman, somewhere in her mid twenties, was a dancer in the grimy underbelly of the overpopulated world, dancing on bar tops and in cages to keep lonely and uninteresting men entertained. She had the frame for it; lithe and tall, strong and soft. The florescence of the underworld served her well, reflecting enticingly off of her dark hair and cream colored skin. Blasting music and idle chat of her workplace, a seedy bar, lulled her as she worked, weaving hair up and out of her face. Something ripped her away from her focus - a humming that wasn't familiar to her. It felt eerie and wrong, this humming. Zyra slowly stood from her stool facing a mirror, exposing her little piece for the evening; a pair of leather pants and heeled boots, a mesh tank top over a matching leather bralette. Her hair was braided back, exposing the bruises and healed cuts from a bar brawl several nights earlier that had really taken her value down. Commotion in the bar. Zyra couldn't help but want to investigate a good fight. On teetering heels, she took steps from behind the backstage area, passed where other dancers had stopped displaying their writhing bodies to loud and intense music to watch as troopers entered their hole-in-the-wall. Zyra watched with her arms wrapped around her middle as an overwhelming sense of dread rolled over her. She took a step backward as she watched, sensing the urgency coming from the other onlookers around her. Before she could really register what was going on, the young woman was in the thick of what appeared to be a search. Troopers shone lights in girl's faces, prompting her to pull her eyebrows together in question. Out of the corner of her eye, Zyra spotted a friend being forced to her knees with blasters pointed at her head for getting too rough in response to the storm trooper's interrogating. "Hey, let her go!" Zyra demanded, fist raising and clenching. Her long, black nails dug uncomfortably into the palms of her hands, nearly breaking the skin. The blasters in their hands crunched and popped, destroyed on her whim. Zyra's eyebrows raised and her jaw unhinged, a hitched breath unable to make it through her plush, red painted pout out of shock. She knew she had just outed herself and put a target onto her back. Suddenly troopers swarmed her, pushing through bar patrons. Zyra raised her hands in surrender, circled entirely. She swallowed, filling herself with bravado. Her chest tightened, feeling cracking and buzzing within her very soul ashenearred. Zyra's emerald green eyes were focused on the ominously blacked figure as he neared, looking into where his eyes should have been without the mask. She swallowed hard, filling herself with bravado. Her chest tightened, feeling cracking and buzzing within her very soul asheneared. She had no idea what she had just done, but this was not the first instance of such a connection to something greater than herself. She had lived her entire life knowing that there was something within her that was untapped - and more terrifyingly - untamed. Eyes were unblinking as the dread increased, now standing chest to chest with him. She knew who this man was, and she had the sense that she was about to die by his infamous temper. She was quiet, simply lifting her angular jaw and keeping still.

The troop transport rocked heavily as it descended deeper into the underbelly of Coruscant, its cargo a small squad of highly trained men and women wearing white composite armor and a man in a black robe and intimidating mask. Kylo Ren, a name that had become synonymous with fear and terror, was on his way to investigate a tremor he had felt a few times before. Still recovering, both physically and mentally, from his encounter with the wildcard that had been Rey, Kylo needed a leg up in the war to come and his gut told him whatever this disturbance was could be just what he needed to tip the scales. As he walked through the doors, the room went quiet. A sense of dread followed in his footsteps as the black-robed figure quickly neared the vessel of the tremor he sensed - a woman, a beautiful woman at that, not what he had expected at all. Had it not been for the intimidating black mask he wore, his surprise at what greeted him would have been visible for all to see, though as it were, his mask held a featureless expression revealing nothing of what went on underneath. He held his silent gaze on the woman before him. His armored chest pressing lightly against hers while he stared deeply into the emerald green orbs of his target. The only sound escaping the robed figure was the sound of the built-in respirator of his mask giving off a quiet artificial hiss with each breath. Slowly, a gloved hand rose to grip the woman's chin lightly as he continued to search for something deep within her eyes, her very soul. What he found filled him with confidence. A glowing ember, ready to spark into a burning inferno if handled correctly. Potential unlike anything he had sensed before, untamed and untapped. For a moment he wondered if she knew herself, if she knew of the power that was resting inside of her, boiling beneath the surface, ready to spring to life. It was an ember he would nurture and feed, a wildfire of his making and under his control. At least, that was the plan, though Kylo Ren knew firsthand that plans often change and not always for the better. After a few long seconds, he turned his head to one of the troopers with an orange shoulder pad as he spoke: "Bring her to my ship, leave none alive." His voice devoid of any emotion, hidden by the mask's vocabulator, which made him sound robotic. As quickly as he had arrived, Kylo disappeared again. His command clear as rain. Swiftly and without hesitation, the Stormtroopers that had accompanied the man turned to the grim task of removing all witnesses. The trooper standing behind the woman brought his blaster high and smacked it into the back of her head before dragging the form, forcefully if necessary, from the scene and into the transport from which they came. Within a few minutes, the entire bar had been transformed into a carnage. A scene of death and slaughter, all because of a single individual and the potential she carried with her. On the way back to his flagship, plans and schemes were forming and reforming in his head. An apprentice, it had not been something he had thought of before, technically, he himself was still an apprentice himself. Yet the potential that this woman promised was too great to be left alone. Then came the next step: Supreme Leader Snoke, his own Master. Would he tell him? Or hide his intention? On this he had not decided yet.

So far as the Ninetales was concerned, this area of the forest not far outside the humans' city was his. He'd gone through the effort, largely cleared out the bugs and birds and the like, made it peaceful, almost perfectly so. He didn't doubt the humans themselves had noticed, but he liked to not concern himself with them, nor let them know too much about the fact that he was there. He'd seen those strange balls of his, and he wanted no part of it. So when a human dared to enter that little territory of his, the golden-furred fox stalked ever so quietly and carefully after them, waiting for a point where they'd stop. At which point, he himself would wander out from hiding, keeping himself low to the ground and ready to move at any time, keeping his eyes narrowed slightly on the human's hands, cautious of anything they might decide to bring out to use against him. She didn't smell to him like she had any pokemon with her, but all the same, he could never be too careful with these creatures. With that in mind, his stalking paused a reasonable distance away from the human, starting to slowly circle around her, fully intending on driving her back where she came from... but that, he supposed, ultimately depended on her.

Serena was looking around. Her big blue eyes scanned the environment, she loved nature and being apart of it. Deciding to have a walk, she left her friends and Pokemon at the Pokemon centre. Being positive and having a good mind set, she believed it would be fine to go in to the wild as long as she stuck to the path. Wearing thigh-high stockings, a red skirt and black top, her long brown hair blew in a little breeze. Unaware that the weather was taking a turn for the worse above her, the girl walked deeper in to the forest. Something else she noticed was that there were no other Pokemon around. Little did she know that they had been driven out by a Ninetales who seemed to believe this was his land.

Carson walked along the dirt road just outside his home city, with his little sister Alyssa jogging to keep up with him. It had been the two of them for the past few years. Alyssa brought up the idea of being Pokemon trainers for a while now, each time Carson would brush it off. But the more he thought of it, it wasn't all that bad of an idea. He was worn down, and here they were, leaving their home, off on an unknown adventure. Even though neither of them knew what they were doing. But as long as they had each other, then everything would be fine. They were close, best friends even. "This is going to be great, Carson!" The blonde girl said in a perky tone, so excited to be going on this adventure with her favorite person. "Just remember," Carson said in a bored tone, one hand in his pocket, the other holding the strap of his backpack that hung over his shoulder, "this is your idea, so I don't want to hear any whining." Alyssa did her research; she knew who the best person to see was: Professor Oak, in Pallet Town. It wasn't that far. Once they walked into Oaks doors, Alyssa blurted out, "We want to be trainers!" Carson shrugged. "Maybe you should wait till you see the guy first before you go around yelling like that? Just a thought." Alyssa pouted, crossing her arms. "I'm just ready," she said. "I dreamed about this for so long." Carson sighed and sat down in one of the seats in the lobby. "Calm down," he said. "I'm sure someone will be here shortly.

Professor Oak was just doing some research on a strange-looking manky when he then heard someone shout as they walked inside his lab. He smiled passionately, always loving to meet new adventurers and help them on their brand new journey. He walked out of his lab and waved at the two of them, looking a bit like a grandfather, nice and approachable. "Why hello there! I'm the Pokemon professor. How's the both of your days going today?" he walked up and put his hand in front of him so that they could shake it and make his acquaintance. "I hear that you two are looking for pokemon? To go out on an adventure! That sounds like a bunch of fun!" he was rather excited for the both of them and thought that it would be interesting for this brother-sister company to go and explore the world. "But! I must warn you.. becoming a pokemon trainer is no easy feat! I mean, You must understand that pokemon can get really demanding! And.. you need too... satisfy their urges. Most that you battle will be defeated like this too! If you understand what I'm trying to say.

Right...Master," the word rolled awkwardly off her tongue when she said it. She didn't quite understand why? It was a simple six letter word, with no true meaning other than the one the user gave to it. Besides, she was simply playing apart for a mission. It was to serve her as a sort of tool to bring justice to the wronged, but as that simple little word left her mouth she felt a sort of defeat she couldn't quite describe. Looking towards Akira she smiled softly at him responding to the tug of her newly placed collar. I have to grow use to this. Ready myself. She thought while the blurring color of the city lights passed her. Jeanne didn't keep track of how long it took, or even how they'd gotten there, a matter unusual to her usual alert nature, but her mind was else where, and with good reason. When they had finally pulled up to the establishment Jeanne took a calming breath. It was go time, she had to still her nerves and become her role. Slave. She grimaced some, she had to get use to it. Had to. Following obediently behind Akira she kept her eyes fixed to the ground, in front of this man she did what she thought a slave would do. How would those two slaves opening the door react, how would anyone controlled by another respond to any of this. Breathe. She had managed to calm her nerves enough that walking into the club almost seemed easy. Until she heard the music, and even more gruesome the sounds of carnal desire. The moans of a man and woman engaging in sexual delight brought a cheeriness to her face and she almost felt the urge to bolt. How could anyone do something of that nature so openly? With such reckless abandon for their moral being. Looking into Akira's eyes she listened to his words carefully, almost as if to silence the noises surrounding her. Last chance. He was right, she hadn't seen anything yet. Hadn't been tainted in anyway she could still leave if she absolutely wanted to do so. She turned her head to glance back for a moment, the image of the wronged displaying themselves in front of her eyes. No. As strongly as she might feel about escape this pool of sin, she had to stay. Had to help the fallen and right a wrong. "I'm ready. Master," she gave a strong nod to explain to her mage that this saint's mind was made up. She was going. Period.

Akira nodded his head and steeled himself as well as he drew in a deep breath. He was slightly more used to this than Jeanne... after all, he had been raised around this kind of stuff as the heir to a prestigious Magus. Still, this part of the life he had tried to distance himself from as best he could. If Jeanne could steel herself though, then so could he. He tugged on her collar and they entered the main room. As soon as the doors were opened, the music instantly filled their eyes, and the carnal sound of sex became much less muted too. This smell of sweat and sex also followed suit, rolling over them in a wave. Akira took in strides and maintained his calm demeanor. He wasn't sure how Jeanne would hold up though. Sex and drugs filled their sight... people were openly taking pills, snorting cocaine, and doing who knows what other kinds of drugs. Sex was everywhere as well; some people had the decency to hide themselves behind curtains or doorways, yet others fucked in plain sight, many drawing attention to themselves. There were platforms scattered throughout, circular and raised with poles in the middle where beautiful and naked women were preforming various dances. Akira tugged on Jeanne's collar to draw her attention away from it all as he approached the bar and ordered a drink, keeping his eyes peeled for anything out of place... though nothing would seem out of place in a place like this is what he was thinking.

As many may know, the Horsemen were not always the Horsemen; that is to say, the fearsome brotherhood that passed judgment on those who doomed the delicate Balance allowing all of existence to continue was not always there. No, it was formed after Paradise fell when defending the former home of its citizens proved to be too much to handle. After the closest regions of the Light and Shadow collided to form the early Universe, as well as the Seven Planes of Heaven and the Nine Circles of Hell, power was first granted to one that had provided life...However, he was forever cursed to be a harbinger of death by this, and after recognizing his own trials, came to accept it. This being, aptly labeled Death by his own volition, had the foresight to realize that this was something he could not do alone. Powerful as he was, even he had limits; and like all good leaders, he had the wisdom to recruit those that could take him down should he ever try to use his powers to threaten the Balance. These three other beings, the ones who would become the other Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Conquest, War, and Famine - were chosen by Death to become his brothers-in-arms. These are their stories. War - A Side No One Expects Ares So many years. So many years since that fateful battle. A Paradise lost. Lives destroyed. Chaos now forever a part of the universal fabric. And he knew it was his fault...But he didn't care. All was lost when that monster, in an act of cowardice, stabbed his own father in the back. The boy that had brought his home to ruin, his life forever changed when he took that sword and scarred the beast that dared invade his home, rode atop the mount that had been with him through all of this. From world to world he went, answering the hungering call of his blade. Blood...It wanted blood. It wanted violence, carnage, destruction. It wanted to feed on the rage of its victims, absorb their wrath into its structure and let their bloodlust sharpen its edge. For now, it had taken the form of an axe; the boy did not know how this was achieved, but it was the furthest thing from his mind. Dried crimson stained its blade-edge, but otherwise it seemed solid and undamaged. Which was a good thing, because the next planet he chose would require his weapon and his skill to be as sharp as possible. He and his mount seemed to ride through empty space, entering the atmosphere of yet another planet and coming alive in fire. They streaked down through the sky, the hooves of his steed carrying him faster and faster as the bloodlust began to overtake him. He could feel them...Warriors. Good. The last planet were nothing but sniveling fools, too afraid to face a champion head on save for a select few. Below him, a festival was occurring: A feast and tournament to celebrate their queen, their own Supreme Leader. No one knew where she had come from, but she was their idol and their salvation. Through her, they became masters of the art of war, fearless even in the face of what many would consider invincible opponents. And right now, two of their best were armed with blades to match their ferocity and finesse. The spectators cheered as a man and woman fought each other; despite her being half his size, she wielded her weapon with the skill of any male. However, one of them then cried out, "Look! To the heavens above! Something comes!" All eyes then went off the spectacle in the arena to the asteroid-like object hurtling towards them. The male in the middle snarled in delight, "Yes! And it's powerful!" and readied himself, apparently going to tank the hurtling object with only his body. Just then it splintered, a streak of fire splitting from the main body and striking the ground with enough momentum to utterly annihilate the foolish mortal. The impact imparted enough energy to carry the shockwave forward and completely destroy one section of the arena, killing several more. In the center of the smoking wound of the planet stood this new warrior, axe imbedded in the hardened soil. Just that in one fell strike, he took out more than two dozen seasoned battlers. He then stood up straight, lifting his weapon from the ground and the chain wrapped around his forearm rattling with a sinister satisfaction. Only to find the victim's former opponent charging at him. Ducking her frenzied swing, he swept from behind and cleaved her legs at the knees before carrying the momentum up and over and bringing the blade-head down to crack her chestpiece and split her torso open, the violent motion splitting her spine in two. A dark energy roared over him as the battleaxe drank of her blood, fueling his own power and the weapon's desire to kill. "Pathetic"snarled Ares as he stood straight, his gleaming red eyes peering from beneath the horned helmet as his horse came to stand beside him."Who among you is strongest?"he bellowed next, starting to grow impatient as the only answer he received was silence. Though it was not in fear they held their tongue, only that they wished to glean a sort of weakness first. Anything this newcomer would offer as a vulnerability. The warrior just stared back; true, he was surrounded. But being outnumbered meant more of a challenge...More bloodshed potential. The silence persisted, his glowing red eyes traveling between each face, reading that expression over and over again on each one."Cowards"he then readied himself, his body tensing as he grabbed the axe's haft with both hands,"Your inaction will be your downfall".

Nanaja glanced down at the festivities of the people who worshiped her. Even now there was a battle going on in an arena, where the strongest battled it out. She idly wondered if there would be one who would be able to entertain her for awhile. The thought did not linger long before she shook her head and a lazy smile touched her lips. No, none would. For she was a goddess and they were naught but mortal humans. However, she was impressed by how well they fought with the limited strength they were granted as mortal humans. They followed her and she would tolerate neither weakness nor fear nor cowardice. She would kill any who showed those traits while worshiping her. But the ones fighting now were skilled warriors and she was at least enjoying the show. That was until she felt a tremor move through her realm. Something had entered her world. Something not human. Something incredibly powerful. A shiver of excitement coursed through her body, this power, this being might be someone who could battle her without restriction. That thought gave her a high that almost nothing else could do. As the patron goddess of war, she craved battles where she could fight without holding back. And whoever this intruder was, seemed to be one who could give her that which she desired. She watched with renewed interest as something hurtled toward the arena where her warriors had been fighting but were now staring at the object that was aiming straight for them. She sensed a hungering that was akin to her own from whatever this being was. The object crashed to the ground creating a crater, and in the middle stood a warrior the likes of which she had never seen. Power and a lust for fighting rolled off him in waves even here she could see and sense it. None of her warriors could win against him, but she decided to wait and watch, see what he was capable of. She keenly watched as one of the warriors charged him and was killed so swiftly and expertly that even she was impressed with it. Highly impressed. A grin formed on her lips and she readied to descend. Finally, at long last an opponent who could challenge her. She would not miss this opportunity. However just as she was about to descend, she witnessed something that displeased her immensely. A warrior who claimed to worship her had dared to flee the attacker. The corners of her pretty little mouth turned down in disgust; this fool would not be allowed to continue existing. He'd brought shame upon himself by his cowardice and dishonored her. Leaving the realm where she resided, she fell to her world. Flames formed around her as she picked up speed until the flames burned white with intensity. Even still, her approach wasn't announced nor was it flashy. She saw the arena come into view and while she wanted to engage him immediately, she had one pest to deal with first. The coward hadn't even made it to the stands; flipping so that her feet were now pointed at the ground, she landed on top of the man who thought he could flee. The force crushed his body to a point he no longer even resembled a human but it was not enough. Without batting an eyelash, she ran at the warrior and brought her blade up to deflect the blow this being had been about to unleash on those in the arena. A strong gust of wind moved outward from the impact of his axe on her blade, several of the warriors had difficulty remaining upright. She felt the force behind the attack and her smile widened even more so. He was strong; it was possible he might even be as strong as herself. Had he gone through with this attack, most of the fighters would have been killed just like that. The warriors who served her bowed low to her in reverence. "None of you are a match for him," she said with an excited smile. Straightening up, she held her blade up about to take the offensive. "Come warrior! You seek the strongest, and she stands before you. Don't disappoint me." She swung her blade down, aiming for the unknown warrior's legs. She wanted to see how quick his reactions were to her attacks. The other warriors backed away far enough not to be dragged into the fight but close enough to watch. Their goddess was about to fight; it was not something they witnessed often. None of them had any intention of stepping in or aiding her as she would kill anyone who tried herself. It was pretty much unheard of for her to descend to the mortal world to engage a warrior unannounced, especially with such glee.

Cinder Fall was not one to accept defeat. She had attempted to form an alliance with Adam Taurus, but he had been less than keen on the arrangement. He believed that it would be better for faunas to stay out of the matters of humans. Something that Cinder did not share his viewpoint regarding. After all, if they had a common enemy, why not team up and defeat it quickly and effectively? Her faction had instead gone after the Fall Maiden, in an attempt to gain her powers. It had almost gone so well, but a wrench named Qrow Branwen was thrown into the mix at the last moment. Unfortunately, Cinder had only managed to secure a portion of the Fall Maidens abilities. But she vowed to both herself and her allies that a time would come when she would finish the fight. If there was one thing that Cinder could be commended on, it was her ambition and cunning. If she couldn't convince Adam's faction to join hers, that was fine. He wasn't the only leader with a dedicated army of men ready to fight whatever battle he commanded them to. Instead, she had heard of another faunas in a leadership position who seemed keen on meeting with her. He had apparently heard about the meeting between Cinder and Adam, and wanted to hear her request directly. The amber-eyed girl showed no signs of fear as she was allowed access to the clandestine location where this particular sect of White Fang was calling their base of operations. The men who were acting as guards at the front were expecting her, and she was allowed in. She had shown up without her faction, something that was out of character for her. But Cinder had vowed to herself that she would do whatever it took to earn the partnership with this particular faunas. Cinder wore her typical outfit: a red velvet dress with golden embroidery down the sleeves and on her chest, with an asymmetrical hemline. Her glass heels clinked on the concrete floor as she was escorted by two members of White Fang. She took a silent moment to observe the two men, attempting to ascertain exactly what animal features they were gifted with. The young woman exuded confidence, not willing to take no for an answer this time. They arrived at a nondescript door behind which the leader was waiting for Cinder's arrival.

It was the end of the day when someone had told him that Cinder was screwing up; she hadn't obtained what was promised. Leaving him to wonder if the support was worth her time, whether she would betray him or not. He wasn't sure, as she was coming today to propose a new deal and hope to get him to do something for her. Maybe it would be more manpower or even something totally different from before. She had never met him, being a new leader of the White Fang that was stronger than the last. When he would be approached by the guards - one with mouse ears and the other cat-like ones - dressed in white garbs, they escorted the woman into the massive throne room. The leader of the White Fang stood on a chair as he looked down towards her. Smirking, he had silver hair that came down to his shoulder, large wolf ears, and red eyes that stared her down. He looked like a Grimm if it weren't for his more human appearance; he didn't even show off his real height or strength, but his bloodthirsty aura could be felt throughout the room. "So Cinder," he said with a smirk on his face, challenging her. "What brings you back here? Another boring plot?

It was a beautiful evening up on the Plate, the showing of the popular play Loveless soon to be finished. The show ran twice a day, and she did her best to be there for intermission and for the departure of guests. With the popularity of the stage play, it ran 365 days a year to mostly sold out showings. This sort of play brought forth plenty of couples, wishing to see the tragic tale of the Goddess and the two heroes she must choose between. Which meant that the men, looking to be romantic, generally made sure that she herself had a sold-out showing of flowers. The brunette woman was just in her twenties, and was in the bloom of her youth. Her hair was tied up into a high ponytail twist, a knotted bow with a materia orb resting on the top. The materia orb shone and sparkled, a unique shade of green, the same as her eyes. Aerith had taken to selling her flowers for a mere 1 gil each in an attempt to earn a living for herself and her adopted mother. Naturally, Elmyra forbade her from going to the plate. But Aerith figured what her mother didn't know couldn't hurt the elderly woman. Aerith was dressed in pink, a tight dress with a sweetheart neckline buttoned from the swell of her C cup breasts to mid thigh. The rest of the fabric hung open to mid calf. The maroon short sleeved half jacket was unbuttoned, framing her cleavage and accentuating it. She wore thick, heavy dingy brown boots that were comfortable enough to support her twice daily walk from Sector 5 to the Plate. Without a Shinra ID, it was impossible for her to ride on the train. The petite girl had to be certain to keep a good distance away from Shinra HQ, the de facto rulers of Midgar, unless she wished to be trapped there again. The last Cetra, however, had come up with a new way to earn money. Aerith wanted to move her small family out of Midgar, away from the smog and pollution, to any one of the small villages that flanked the big city. Out there, with the fresh air and sunshine, it seemed like a world full of infinite possibilities. She herself had never been out of the city, but it was her greatest desire. And at selling her flowers for a reasonable 1 gil each, it would take 10 lifetimes to have the funds to move. But the dark-haired girl had come to a business decision that would earn her money quicker: she would sell her private flower, thus charging more and being able to leave quicker. Instead of waiting outside the front of the theater, she waited in the dark alley beside of it. She was hoping to attract the attention of any passersby who were single and unattached. Perhaps their date hadn't worked out, and instead of leaving the show angry, Aerith could be of service to them. She had gotten the idea from the Honey Bee Inn, but lacked the courage to try to work in the slums in such a manner. What if one of the customers knew her mother, and reported back to her? That would be a humiliation she wasn't too sure she or her mother could survive. Instead, as a free agent selling her body on the Plate, she could make her own way into the world. Aerith had been offering her special flower for sale for a reasonable 150 gil a use. She offered her mouth and pussy to a customer, allowing them to choose. Already, her reputation had to be spreading as the previous day, she had a line waiting in the darkened alley to take her while she bent over an air conditioning unit. Aerith always forced the men to wear a condom in order to help keep her clean and fresh for the next use. And if a man should cum in her mouth, she always spit it out and attempted to suck on a mint before the next customer would want to sample her mouth or pussy. But with the threat of rain looming in from the pollution heavy clouds that were rolling in, she wondered if any men would be there to purchase her special flower. With the crowds milling about the main street, the show had to have left out. She felt the knot wind up her in stomach as she waited to see who would venture down the alley she occupied. The Cetra hoped that as her reputation grew, by word of mouth, men would bring their friends for a turn. She saw a tall figure enter the alley, going to hop down off of the large metal air conditioning unit that served as her station while she peddled her wares. Good evening..would you like to buy a flower? Its the prettiest one in Midgar, and only 100 gil for a rainy day special. She smiled sweetly. It was hard to tell from her innocent seeming demeanor just what sort of twisted desires lurked behind that pretty face. In order to make certain her message was received the right way, she lifted the fabric of her dress. She revealed her pink and white panties, bikini style with delicate lace work.

Sephiroth wasn't normally in this area, but tonight he was looking for something specific and some of his co-workers had told him about Aerith and the special "flower" she had for sale, so he had decided to show up and sample it for himself. He watched as the young woman lifted her dress to expose her panties and he smiled as he could feel his cock harden beneath his long coat and the pants he wore. "Well, I might be interested," he said nonchalantly, keeping his gaze lingering on the crevice between her legs. "Do I have to pay now or after?" he asked her, pulling his money clip from his pocket and keeping his eyes on her. She was a pretty little thing, that was for sure, and he'd have fun with her, maybe even paying for extra services.

A very small sigh escaped Koriand'r as she examined the door to the boy's locker room. Why now, of all times, did the Tower's female shower have to break down? It had only been by complete chance that Plasmus' sudden attack on the tower had ruptured the pipes in there, leaving that area off limits, but it would still take some time to repair, and they had yet to find a decent person to hire. For as strong as the Teen Titans were, none of them were plumbers. Even Cyborg had passed on fixing them. So for now, if the girls were to use the Tower gym (mostly Starfire, since Raven so rarely got involved in exercise) they'd have to use the male locker room to wash up. Which, under normal circumstances, would be fine. But Starfire had recently entered into the mating cycle of her species, as was common for a Tamaranean her age. With that cycle came a strong desire to mate that she had never known before, and every step she took seemed to send a heat radiating through her body. She closed her emerald coloured eyes and flicked her straight strawberry hair over her shoulders. The locker room was empty, it was fine. There were no guys in there to worry about. No strong... virile males to- Starfire swallowed hard and pushed through the door, floating along toward the small row of lockers that lined the back wall. "Goodness... this cycle is already unbearable." All she had to do was quickly wash the sweat from her body and then she could take care of business in her room. Kori removed her knee high boots, setting them under the bench before sliding her silver armguards off. Within seconds her purple tube top and miniskirt were resting on the bench, revealing the orange curves of her heart-shaped ass and her firm, heavy bosom. Star floated around the tiled wall, making for the showers. She swiftly turned the handle of the nearest shower, feeling a sigh of relief leave her as the steaming hot water washed down, causing her crimson locks to adhere to her golden skin.

Beast Boy entered the men's locker room, exhausted from a workout around the tower. His breath ragged and his body covered in sweat, his clothes clung to his slim but toned body. So tired was he, that he had forgotten about the fact that the women's locker room was downstairs. Not that he would have remembered anyway; he basically slept through that meeting to begin with. He stripped off his clothes as he entered the locker room, tossing them carelessly aside as was his nature. His green body, while lithe and slender, was well-toned and muscular - not that he wasn't a Titan for nothing. Even more surprising perhaps was what hung between his legs: his cock, in its regular and unerect form, was rather large and long... one could only imagine how it would look when erect, but needless to say, he was well hung. As he walked into the shower, he noticed a whiff of something strange. It smelled feminine and alluring, arousing him slightly, but the scent was masked by his sweat and the steam from the shower. He slowly opened his eyes as they adjusted to see through the steam, where he could now make out the figure of who he had bumped into - Robin. "Ah, isn't that you, Robin? Sorry," Beast Boy chuckled as he apologized for bumping into her.

Hawaii was quite a shocking shift for someone who had spent his whole life in Tokyo. The incredible heat, the vibrant sunshine, the sea of accents that flew between the different people on the heated streets... it was definitely a shift from the uniformity of Japan's urban environment. That said, Ryuji was still finding the school vacation to be a little on the dull side. He didn't quite know why, but it felt to him as if not much had actually happened since they arrived here. The fit blond had been hoping, ideally, to hook up with some fine American girl. But his English was so poor that he didn't want to make the attempt. He couldn't even rely on Akira to be a wingman since he was apparently dating someone these days (Though who that was remained a mystery to the group). He had been teasing Ann about something as of late, so maybe that was it? Whatever the case, he was currently walking the golden sands at a lazy pace, looking out at the sea. Curfew would hit soon, and then he'd have to duck into the hotel again. The thought made the strongly-built boy grunt in annoyance. Their Hawaii trip was almost over, and he'd yet to make any lasting memories. He supposed, ultimately, he'd just have to hit the ground running on Phantom Thief stuff when they got back to Japan.

Just as Ryuji was getting ready to give up hope, it seemed his chance was upon him. A pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist and some sizeable mounds pressed against his bare back, molding against his chest. The hands rubbed at his pectoral muscles as a voice filled his ears. "Hey there, tough guy... what are you doing all by yourself?" the voice was sultry and alluring... it even sounded somewhat familiar. Unfortunately for Ryuji though, it was all in English... which had never been his top subject. As the voice finished, a pair of teeth nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, chuckling lowly. Little did Ryuji know, but the one behind him currently was Ann Takamaki, his childhood friend and fellow Phantom Thief. She had spotted him wandering alone and wanted to tease him... make him think some American bombshell was hitting on him. So long as he didn't turn around or recognize her voice... it would all be fine.

The Royal Protector to any member of the Imperial Family has but one duty: to guard their charge at all costs. How they do it is largely left up to their own devices. Most would be content being nothing more than a prestigious bodyguard who would never stray far from their assigned personage. Others would prefer managing a stable of hand-picked Imperial Guards. But Corvo Attano had a different way about him; he preferred having an active hand in things. Much of this was due to his early life on the streets of Karnaca, dealing with the seedy underbelly of the city, and the networks he had forged in these years served him well when he had found his way into the Grand Serkonan Guard, leaving his life as a street tough behind him after winning the Verbena Blade despite his lack of formal training. And it was his effectiveness as an Officer of the Guard that had led to him being sent to Dunwall as a political gift to the Emperor. And there he set up the same kind of networks he used to have, making use of his own past as a street rat to find the right people to speak to, and to seed the city with informers and watchers who would report to him as an officer in Imperial service. And he saw no reason not to make use of his sources even after he had been selected over a number of Gristol natives who were much better born than he was for the role of Protector to Princess Jessamine. It was his spies that led him to what he had to do on this night. He had heard whispers of someone planning to produce a false heir, a false male heir older than his charge to supplant her as the successor to Euhorn, and that he could not let stand. And it was a good thing he enjoyed a rather wide latitude in the carrying out of his duties, but when the evidence was far less than what a court would require to convict, it meant Corvo would need to handle things in a rather less orthodox way. The townhome he had infiltrated had been well-guarded. Or at least it would have been if the man had bothered to hire guards who knew how to look up and were actually alert. Oh, two had gotten lucky and had spotted the threat, not that it did them much good. Well, mostly because they could not have been avoided. They were close protection for their employer, and they simply were in the way. If the scarf he wore to obscure his face had been displaced, it would have been different; but because it had stayed where it was supposed to, he was able to let them live, and the reason they were asleep on duty was one they would never be able to live down, courtesy of two bottles of rotgut having been liberally poured into their mouths and all around them. Which is more than could be said for the man who usurped his way into power and the puppet he would use to supplant Jessamine. Come morning, both would be found dead, a case of murder-suicide, apparently. The catspaw would be found with a hole in his head, the gunshot having been muffled by the blood-soaked and powder-burned pillow that was pressed against his skull. As for the would-be mastermind, it would be discovered he cut his wrists with his razor in his favorite chair and bled out, soothed to death by the alcoholic haze he was enjoying. No one would know he had already been passed out drunk by the time the steel had parted the artery and he'd been held into place for the minute or so before he passed out from blood loss. No evidence. No witnesses. Two less threats to Jessamine and her future, and Corvo Attano, Royal Protector and sometimes troubleshooter, returned to Dunwall Tower via a little-used door manned by a man whose silence he trusted, and he returned to Jessamine's apartments where his own room was located. The guards knew him; after all, he had hand-picked her entire security detail and they did not question him when he returned a little after two in the morning, smelling of brandy and rotgut and the conglomeration of scents that was the smell of streets and alleys. In the privacy of his room, he removed his coat and hung it from a hook near the door and the belts that held his sword, pistol and crossbow were next. He hadn't bothered to turn on the lights, knowing the layout of his quarters by heart, and his vest he absently tossed onto the back of a chair on the way to the attached bathroom. His shirt had followed, this one landing in a laundry hamper, and he took a moment to wash his hands and give himself a rather quick sponge bath in the sink, not being inclined to filling the tub or running to shower at this late an hour; for now all he wanted was a chance to catch a few hours' sleep before Jessamine would wake up, early rise that she was, and expect to find her protector at the breakfast table by the time she would be washed and dressed herself. His ablutions complete, he finally kicked off his boots and finished stripping off the remainder of his clothes before he slipped into his bed. And when he did, it was only then he realized he was not alone. She twirled for him and curtseyed while he watched. His blushing smile of approval egged her on and she slinked towards him. "Oh... do you like it.." The words startled the Empress-to-be and she opened her eyes in a panic. The room was dark. "Shit.. what time is it?!" She blinked several times, trying to get her bearings, and slowly sat up. Once her irises had adjusted to the dim moonlight filtering in, she recognized the room as her own. But she had been sleeping? Her blue-grey eyes glanced down around her at the bed. Yes, she had been sleeping under the blankets and everything, but she didn't remember going to bed. She glanced at the armchair near the foot of her bed where her Royal Protector always sat and noted its distinct lack of Corvo. She frowned. "By the Outsider, if he's already fallen asleep then all my preparations will be wasted!" She threw the covers off and quickly removed her nightgown, throwing it on the floor as she darted across the room. She opened her top-most dresser drawer and thrust her hand all the way to the back. Her hand rummaged about for a moment before landing on a paper parcel tied with satin ribbon. "Oh good, he didn't find it!" Smuggling anything into her room was hard enough with Corvo around her 23/7, let alone a wrapped package. Not that she minded having him near. On the contrary, she wanted nothing more to be with him always, but it made planning a surprise very difficult. It had been just about a year since they had officially, albeit secretly, become a couple, and since they hadn't had a chance to celebrate anything over the last few months, she had planned for a special evening. And instead, she fell asleep and he had put her to bed. Her pale peach hands moved in stark contrast to the black satin ribbon, even in the darkness of her moonlit room. She untied the bow and carefully laid the package on the dresser top while peeling the paper open. Every crunch and crinkle seemed to echo infinitely around her room and she was certain she'd be caught by a guard from all the noise. But she managed to completely unfold the package without any interruptions. Inside lay several lovely items of clothing that she had been told were all the rage and would be sure to lead to 'steamy fun,' whatever that meant. Jessamine lifted the top out and admired it in what little light she had. It was as beautiful as she had been told it would be. The bra cups were ornately decorated with embroidery and had ruffled lace around the top and bottom edges, and little bows along the top edge where the straps were. It laced closed in the center with a long, sturdy ribbon. The entire bottom edge of the bra also had a sheer material flowing from it. She undid the laces and slipped into the top and laced herself in. The push-up effect on her breasts was delightful and she liked how the sheer material was cut to show off her toned stomach. Next in the package was a matching panty, with ruffled lace around the waistline and legs, and decorative embroidery on the pantry itself. It also featured lace up sides, which took Jess several ties to get tied properly and comfortably. The effect of the lingerie set was stunning and she admired herself in the mirror. The bottom of the sheer draping on her bra hit just below the waistline of her matching panty and cut a pair of beautiful diagonals to showcase her abdomen. She moved a little and twirled, watching how the material flowed. "Oh this is perfect!" She squealed and her hands immediately covered her mouth. She watched the hallway door in the mirror for several seconds before stifling a giggle. "Oh if they only knew what I was doing.. I'm sure they'd have a heart attack!" The last piece in the package was the matching robe, made entirely of sheer material. It had long, flowing sleeves encircled with a 2 inch strip of decorative embroidery around her elbows, but the robe itself was short. She had been debating whether she would wear it or not, but she wanted Corvo to see the whole look, so she lifted it from the box. It was a simple matter to shrug her arms into the sleeves, crisscross the front and tie it off with the black satin ribbon. Now that the robe was on, she could see just how short it was: it barely covered her ass! She blushed at what Corvo might say when he saw her in this and looked at the door conjoining their two rooms. "It's now or never. Please don't be asleep!" Jessamine took a deep breath and crept over to the door. It was never locked and she had learned from him how to open it quietly. With a firm grip and gentle force, she rotated the handle until it stopped and slowly pushed on the door. His room was also dark, which she hadn't expected, but she continued opening the door until the gap was large enough for her to slip through. Now on the other side, she repeated her painstaking process of closing the door. Once she'd gotten it shut, her eyes had adjusted enough that she could mostly see in the room. And Corvo was nowhere to be found. "What?! NO! Not tonight!" She exclaimed with displeasure louder than intended as she dragged her feet over to his bed. She tried being optimistic, but her gut was telling her that tonight would not be the night. "Maybe he's just.. not in his room in the middle of the night. And he's not in mine either. So he's.. roaming the Tower? No. Outside? No, that's ridiculous. In the bathroom???" Her head jerked towards his bathroom suite, but the door was open and the lights were off. She sighed. "Or maybe he had something 'to do' tonight.. Damn it, all my planning!" Her fingers made air quotes in the air as she said "to do", since she had a good idea why he might not be in the room. Sometimes he did scouting and such during the night, and while he never disclosed the nature of these missions, she assumed they were dangerous. She flopped down onto the padded coverlet atop his mattress and readjusted so she was properly lying on his bed. Maybe it wouldn't take too long? Maybe he'd be back soon? That thought cheered her up some and she tried to prop herself in what she thought might look like a seductive way. Or, in what she had seen one poster for a headlining lady at the Golden Cat and she tried to mimic that woman's horizontal pose. She rolled to her stomach and kicked both legs back behind her, bending them up at the knee and letting her feet swing in the air above her rump. She propped her chin up on her hands and waited. And waited. She woke up when her face-planted into the pillow and glanced around the room. The moonlight shone in different patterns now, which meant some time had passed. But still no Corvo, and her robe was suddenly limiting her movement and highly annoying. "Ugh!" She sat up quickly and untied the satin sash. The robe was off of her and draped over his armchair in seconds. But with the robe off, she realized that his room was kept colder than his. And despite its sheer material and short length, it had provided half of her body with enough warmth that she hadn't noticed the temperature difference. She eyed his bed again. "Just don't fall asleep again, Jess." She reminded herself what not to do as she pulled back the coverlets and climbed in. She lay on her side with her head resting against one of the pillows. It was so warm under the blankets, though, and his bed was so comfortable. Not that hers wasn't, but she'd never been in his before. She felt her eyelids droop at least a dozen times before she stopped noticing anything else. When Corvo finally did come home and flop into bed, Jessamine was already fast asleep beside him, still dressed in her surprise. Feeling that other presence in his bed, the warm mass next to him, Corvo's conscious mind did not even factor into his reactions. Someone in his bed was not something he had expected, and after the constant vigilance of the night's activities, he was quite literally on a hair trigger, even in the Tower where he ought to have been secure enough to let his guard drop at least to some degree. Was there to be an intruder at either door leading into his own quarters, he would roll to a side and reach for the pistol he kept behind either of his nightstands, but this close to him, there was only one course of action. He exploded into motion, his scissoring legs ripping the covers off the bed as he used the movement to propel himself into position. One hand found a bare shoulder as he readied himself to strike, and he took a deep breath. And his right arm changed in its motion, and instead of his fist crashing onto his most unexpected bedfellow's head, he instead reached for the switch that actuated the wall-mounted electric light over his bed. For indeed, when he had inhaled the smell, clean, floral, unique and most familiar, had filled his nostrils. But he needed to see to confirm what he thought. And indeed, the harsh white light put truth to his suspicions. Jessamine, his princess, his charge, a woman with whom he'd been dallying with for a while now, was in his bed. And wearing far less than he'd ever seen on her. He couldn't recall exactly how it had started between them, this relationship that went past that of guardian and charge. But he did remember the first time they'd kissed. He knew what he was doing, she had been much more hesitant. And since then, he'd been certain to let her set the pace of how things would proceed between them, and he'd even put the brakes on some of her more adventurous notions in that area in the past. After all, she knew nothing of this sort of intimacy, and he knew he cared about her. So all he could do was ensure she wouldn't get in too deep too fast. Once upon a time, he would have called himself an idiot for not taking the opportunities given to him. After all, what red-blooded man would not jump at the opportunity to bed a virgin princess of eighteen years? Oh, they had been kissing, and touching, mostly through clothing but sometimes reaching beneath. He'd never seen her undressed, nor had she ever seen him out of his clothes. And one thing for certain, he'd never seen her in lingerie that appeared to have little in common with what he'd seen leave and come back with the laundresses! But now there she was, in frilly, lacy and racy underwear, her pale skin all but shining under the electric light and he in nothing but his own loose underpants, and had he not taken a deep breath, it would have been his fist that would have been his greeting to her, and not the incredulous words that escaped his throat. "Jessa? What are you doing here?" A rough hand slammed into Jessamine's shoulder and pinned her to the bed. Her eyes shot open, and then winced shut as a blinding light came into existence directly above her head. She raised one arm to shield her sleep-weary eyes and blinked. "Corvo?" A tumble of thoughts hit her all at once and her eyes went wide as she drew in a sharp breath. She had fallen asleep again!! She cursed her own body for being so weak. The plan had been to have him close his eyes and then feel what she was wearing before seeing it. From there, well she hadn't really thought that far yet, but expected that lots of kissing and touching and maybe something that she'd been hoping for: seeing each other. She had heard many different descriptions for what a man looked like under his clothes, but she'd never seen it before. She had been so curious that last week she had walked in on him while he was bathing, but he covered up so quickly and she got more embarrassed than she had expected. The end result was a minor reminder about privacy and surprises, but he had forgiven her moments later and they shared a delightful evening. Now, with her shoulder pinned to the bed by his firm, calloused grip and the light turned on, she could clearly see his muscular, topless form above hers. She felt the blush creep into her cheeks, but couldn't keep her eyes from roaming his body. His skin was dark compared to hers, tanned due to his birthplace. It was beautiful. She noted the scars marring his body and wanted to touch them, but kept her hands to herself. Her eyes wandered further down his form, only stopping when they landed on the loose-fitting cloth covering his groin. The shape was not hard to make out, like an arch against the fabric, but it was still hidden under clothing. Her fingers twitched at her side and she brought her eyes up to meet his. "I.. uh.. I was trying to surprise you, but you weren't here." Shrugged with her free shoulder. Might as well tell him now. "So, surprise?" She smiled unconvincingly up at him. It was true, but she figured he wouldn't like it. It occurred to her just then that he hated surprises. But he would have liked this one, if he'd only been home. If she had gotten the chance to play this out in the way she'd planned, he wouldn't look quite so cross right now. She bit her bottom lip and realized that she could still salvage some of her plans. With the blankets on the floor, all of Jessamine's body was exposed and in full view. She shifted under him until she lay flat on her back. She brought her knees up and used her free hand to play with the sheer skirt on her bra. She glanced down, then back up at Corvo as a sly smile crept onto her face. "Do you like it? I got it for you. I had a whole thing planned, but I accidentally fell asleep. And you weren't here anyway." Her stare became quizzical. "Where were you anyway? You're supposed to be near me always, but I checked both rooms. You weren't even in the Tower, were you?" Her fingers sifted the sheer fabric between them as her other hand slid up her arm and rested on his, on her shoulder. In general, Corvo was always in tight control of his reaction. Even his reflexes to imminent threats were finely honed tools, surgical in their precision and he could stop them before committing to actions that would have irremediable consequences. But in this case, his response to the intruder in his bed had been completely off; normally he would identify the threat before acting, even subconsciously. But the combination of the high-risk environment he had been in recently, tiredness (after all, he had been up nearly twenty hours already and going about the business of eliminating threats to the crown was what one could call energy-intensive) and the slight erosion of his customary watchfulness in the relative safety of Jessamine's apartments meant he had not reacted quite as efficiently as he normally did. Hence the hasty change from a blow that could have shattered her cheekbone to the turning on of a light. You got careless, my man; you should've known there was someone in here right off the bat. In the future, none of this getting ready for bed in the dark... The thoughts were in the back of his mind even as he considered the princess in his bed. When she spoke about the surprise she intended for him, he could not help but laugh. Fatigue and stress had a hand in this, but so did her own response. Something he'd learned, first informally from experience on the rough streets of Karnaca and then from veterans of the Grand Guard, was that surprise was what happened when you misunderstood something that was under your nose all along. As a rule, that was a bad thing for a bodyguard to be surprised by anything. But every rule had its exceptions, and finding out that Jessamine Kaldwin had managed to sneak this racy little number past him and his security measures and had been planning to model it for him was the kind he could live with, even though he was less than thrilled he'd failed to notice she'd crept into his bed when he came back to his room. As she shifted onto her back, Corvo took the time to look her over much more closely. Oh, he had seen her less than fully dressed before, but never in less than a full nightgown that was most often covered by a dressing gown. To have her so fully exposed before him was more than a little exciting, and he could feel a slight engorgement down within his underwear. And he had to say, she was gorgeous, not that he didn't already know that. Fighting an instinct to take advantage of the situation, the hand upon her shoulder ran down her arm instead of sliding inwards towards those most shapely breasts of hers, choosing to take his time instead of rushing things. "Of course I like it. How could I not?" Having spoken, he leaned forward, planting a sweet but short peck onto her lips. But there was something else to address: her question about his whereabouts. Of course he trusted her implicitly, that she would not throw him under the tram if she suspected some of his activities were of an extra-legal matter. However he could not trust she would not be grilled about it by other nobles, or the House of Lords, or the odd journalist who got to her. And while she was destined to be Empress and some day she'd have to know about many a shady dealing. But for now, she did not need to know the specifics just yet. "Ah, Jessa, love, as your protector my job is to protect you, right? That doesn't mean I have to be right at your shoulder all the time." A bit of a smile appeared on his face. "If I don't tell you about what I was doing, then you won't have to lie if someone asks you about some people's... misadventures. But I'll tell you something: wherever I was tonight, I was doing exactly what my job entails: I was protecting you." He did not particularly enjoy concealing the truth, but he hadn't lied to her despite being less than clear. And truth be told, he knew he'd kept things clean and the body count as low as he could. The two people who needed to be disposed of had been, and he'd been lucky he hadn't been made, the scarf he used as a mask hadn't been dislodged so there had been no need to kill the two guards who'd seen him. If they had seen him, there wouldn't have been much of a choice but to cause much more damage... like setting fire to the whole townhouse to conceal his presence. But instead some spilled rotgut and the conspirator's cleverly planted discharged pistol, and his blood-stained razor, would be enough to make it look like a murder-suicide, and that would be the end of it. And unless they were part of a larger operation, there would be no loose ends. And if they were, then a very clear message would have been sent. The kiss, while short, was a reward in itself. If her blood hadn't been racing before, it certainly was now. And when Corvo pulled away, Jessamine's eyes were still closed and her lips were left wanting. The hand caressing her lingerie had moved to his bare shoulder, but he pulled back too soon and her fingertips only grazed the skin of his arm. But the feeling was electrifying. Jessa slid her fingertips around to caress the muscles in his upper arm and shoulder. She had caught glimpses of Corvo topless before, mostly when he was alone and thought she wasn't looking, or when she peeked at him through the keyhole connecting their rooms. Never like this, or this close. She had touched him before too, both over his clothes and under, but there was something about touching him like this that made her a little light-headed. Or maybe it was the way his hand had slid down her arm and brought goosebumps to her skin. His words, however, implied something very dark. Her hand continued to stroke his shoulder as she considered what he'd said. "Misadventures? What 'misadventures'? And whom do you think is going to question me? Even if someone did, won't it be oddly suspicious if I say you were gone when I awoke in the middle of the night and didn't come home for hours? Or, wait, is this like the time last month when that nobleman spoke ill of me and ended up in a coma? You know violence doesn't solve problems, right?" She winked at him. "Honestly Corvo, sometimes I think you believe the whole empire is out to get me." She grinned a little. It was meant as a joke, but she did truly value what he did. She might not always know the specifics, but she knew he always had her best interests at heart. Her hand slid along his shoulder towards his neck. She wanted to pull him closer. "I'm sorry, my love. I really do appreciate what you do, even if you don't always tell me. So thank you. I knew you would be the perfect man for the job all those years ago. It's why I chose you to be my protector and I've never regretted it. I've never regretted anything we've done. I love you, Corvo. You are the protector of my body and my heart.. but I do like it more when you're at my shoulder, and your arms are around me, and we're alone together than when you're off someplace else.." She let her sentence linger as her fingers trailed up his neck and through his long brown hair. She pressed her elbow into the bed and used it to support her weight as she lifted up to kiss him. Her eyes closed as their lips met and she tasted him once more. Of all the things they had done so far, this was her favorite and it never failed to leave her breathless. But from the gossip she heard from the workers, she and Corvo had hardly done anything at all. She fully intended on changing that, but she didn't know where to start and he was less than helpful in this area. She knew that Corvo had been with other women before her, but he seemed so reluctant when they were together. It made her wonder if maybe her inexperience was unappealing to him. That thought had led her to where she was now, modeling in sexy lingerie and feeling exposed beneath him. But she wanted him to see her and touch her without her clothes on, and she wanted to do the same to him. He was stunning in his uniform, and she saw he was even more handsome out of it. Something in her ached for him in ways that she couldn't describe, and on the nights when he wasn't in her room she would use her alone time to her advantage. But not tonight. Tonight she would make something happen, or at least something more than what they had done already. And if he wouldn't initiate it, then she would help him. Jessamine trailed her hand down from his neck to his shoulder and then along the length of his arm. She reached for his hand stroking her skin and gently slid it towards her chest until his palm cupped her covered breast. She gulped. It was the first time he'd touched her chest while she wore anything less than a corset or a nightgown with underclothes. Her eyes were heady and laden with open lust. Her mouth parted as her chest rose to meet him and fell again, and she exhaled. She was convinced he could hear her heartbeat, with how loud it was banging in her ears. She had to do it now, before she lost her nerve. "Corvo I-" Jessa's voice came out thin and wispy. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Corvo. I'm ready. Make me yours tonight?" It wasn't the first time she'd asked, and if he refused again, it wouldn't be the last. Jessamine's touch was something Corvo hadn't gotten used to, let alone come to take for granted yet. In fact, he certainly hoped he never would on either count. But after several hours spent on an errand that meant dead for two men (and could have spelled the end of far, far more if it had come down to it), that soft hand upon his shoulder was most welcome. It reminded him there was much more to his life than being an animate weapon in service to the Imperial Family. When she questioned him, he shook his head ever so slightly. "Love, I don't think the guard would question you, but there are others in the court, or some of the people who work around you, who could broach the topic and if you know what I've been up to there is a chance you could let something slip and there is no telling who they would tell." That much, he saw as part of his protection mandate. The least Jessamine and the Emperor knew about his extralegal activities, the better it would be. Oh, of course there were plenty who knew he had a network of informants and watchers in the Tower and out, but no one knew who they were, or what they reported. Of course some resented this organization of is, running parallel to the Royal Spymaster's own, but such was their problem and not his. However, at the mention of Baron Sheffield, he offered her a hint of a smile. Of course he had something to do with his coma, having hammered his head against a brick wall several times for what he'd said about his charge, and what he'd do to her given the chance. But her apology, he took with a gracious incline of his head even as he flexed his spine, letting his shoulder and neck press into her hand. "Jessa, I really wish I could just be one grim ornament at your shoulder whenever you're in the public eye and have you in my arms when you're not. But sometimes, there's things that need dealing with before they become a real problem; things the law can't or won't touch." But when her lips pressed against him, that was the death knell of this line of conversation. She was inexperienced but she was learning fast. But there was something... genuine about those kisses of hers, something he hadn't really found in anyone else before. They were sweet, shy yet bold in their own way, and he certainly enjoyed them. As they kissed, he felt her hand sliding down to his, and he let her guided him until she rested it upon her breast. It was not the first time that had happened, but it was the first time there was so little between their skins. Oh, he had felt that flesh before; what was left exposed by her clothing, even slipped beneath those clothes for a rather constricted feel. But nothing so open before. Through the sheer fabric, he could feel her warmth, the thrumming of her heartbeat through that firm yet pliable flesh, the nub of a nipple pressing against his palm. And then, she asked a question she had a number of times before. A question that so far he'd always answered in the gentlest negative. Of course he desired her, and much like before the question itself, along with her half-naked form against him and her breast in his hand caused him more than just to stir and he could feel his member engorging within his underwear. And as much as he wanted to take full advantage of the situation and a purely primal level, he did not want to see her rush into things. "You have no idea how much I want to," he whispered back. "But I don't want you to rush." Once again, he pressed his lips to her for a kiss. It was still brief but longer than the last peck he had delivered, and an unspoken promise: not rushing did not mean they would not move further this night. Slowly, the hand upon her breast slipped inwards towards the ivory clasp in the front of her bra, the one that held the garment closed over her chest, and fingers that were powerful enough to choke the life out of a man deftly unhooked it with a gentleness that could give lie to that strength and ruthlessness he was capable of, and brushed the silk aside. And he inhaled sharply at the sight. Under his touch, he'd judged they were a perfect fit, filling his hands just so. But he'd never seen them before, not beyond what showed at her neckline, that is. And the sight was wondrous. Neither exceedingly small nor ridiculously large for her slender frame, pale but somewhat flushed. And for the first time, his hand cupped one of the unconstrained mounds and he gave it a tender squeeze, finally coming to experience their true form without the artificial bounds of her clothing to alter the sensation. Corvo's reasoning made sense, of course. Jessamine hated that. She pouted as he explained, but did nod in agreement when he was finished. He was right. She talked to everyone around her, and if she accidentally said the wrong thing, her Royal Protector would be in trouble. She couldn't risk him being taken away, he meant too much to her. But the princess had other plans for the evening, and she thought they would be more exciting than arguing over his outsi

Jessamine shut her eyes as Corvo began the laborious work of undressing her. The maid would have done it, had she not dismissed the poor woman. Surely news of Jess' mood had already made rounds through all the servants. There would be questioning looks and knowing glances tomorrow, but none of that mattered. As the heavy dress fell to the floor, Jess exhaled her fears and opened her eyes. For the first time in hours, she felt like she could breathe. Her lover's deft hands were making short work of her corset, but already a weight had been lifted. Every now and again, he would brush her skin or graze her with his nails. More than once, she arched her back slightly into his hands. But through all of this, there was no sense of sexual urgency. This was something entirely new, entirely different. When she was finally disrobed down to her underwear, Corvo stepped fully out from behind her and she watched as his eyes beheld her form. It was not the passion of a red hot poker that she saw reflected in his face, but the peaceful admiring of something cherished. How strange this new face of love was! In that gaze, Jessamine felt more beautiful and more loved than ever. Suddenly she understood that perhaps love had nothing at all to do with passion. Perhaps that was a mere side effect. Maybe he was showing just how deeply she filled the chasm of his heart by these simple, respectful ministrations. He was calm and being careful and moving slowly. His breath fell steadily upon her bare shoulders, and despite her mental state, her skin rose in expectant goosebumps. For all the worlds, yes, she wanted Corvo. And he wanted her too, she could tell. But she was both certain and grateful that tonight there would be no lovemaking, no foreplay. Only this. Only the steady hands of the one man she trusted over any other gently stripping, cleaning and holding her until she was ok. Jessamine felt her lip tremble a moment later and coughed out a chuckle as new tears christened her eyes. Why on earth was she crying now! This was certainly no time to cry, especially over Corvo. He was only doing what she had asked, or rather, what she had agreed to. As she blinked, the tears broke through the surface and drizzled down her cheeks. They were short-lived, however, and disappeared just as quickly as they had appeared. Somewhere amidst all those thoughts, a smile had crept onto the Princess' face. It was this expression she wore while nodding at her lover to continue. "..yes. Thank you." She sniffled away a dark thought as Corvo dipped the cloths into the basin and rubbed the perfumed soap onto the newly moistened spot. Her eyes closed as he neared so he could better wipe the kohl from her eyelids like her chambermaid always did, but the cloth slid across her bare skin elsewhere. She gasped as the pressure of his touch excited yet another new feeling within her. Her eyes opened and she watched him closely through those glassy orbs, mouth upturned, as he delicately removed her makeup. There was a time for everything. And as enticing as Jessamine's half-naked body was, this was no time to engage in any sort of sexual play; she was scared, stressed and vulnerable. Her state of mind was not entirely sound at this time, and should she consent to more than his cleaning her up, and perhaps holding her through the night, it would be unreliable at best. And if he could not entirely trust her judgement at this time, he definitely trusted his own in that if he did act upon that consent, he would be taking advantage of her, and that he could never allow himself to do, or be perceived to do. Just as he knew that if he started at her forehead and worked his way down, by the time he would be removing the white makeup from her breasts he would be hard-pressed to remain in control, to refrain from doing something he would deem to be beyond despicable. So, he went against logic, and started low, and worked his way up. First, he took the square of cloth to the tops of her breasts, and making sure it was only fabric touching her skin, never his own fingertip despite how much he wanted to make contact with her, he started wiping at the makeup, first washing with soap, then rinsing off. And so he started, removing the artificial pallor from her skin to reveal its natural creaminess. The tops of her breasts, then her shoulders, her neck, and finally he got to her face. He was working gently and deliberately, making sure to remove every last trace of the makeup. And when he was done, first he dabbed at her face with a towel, a towel which he then wrapped about her shoulders to cover her breasts, for he did not trust himself to be the one to remove every last trace of moisture from her skin. And, as she'd asked him, he would be spending the night with her, providing her with the comfort she so desired. So, he gently took her hand and he started guided her towards her large bed. "Come on, let's get you in there, shall we?

Ahh... Ungh... Nhh... Mmph..." Fapfapfap went the sounds coming from the small tent in the middle of the woods along with grunts and moans as furiously inside one of the two Ninja occupying it went at the other with all she had. Ami Ayakashi was sixteen years old and a Chunin level Ninja of the Leaf Village. The Ayakashi Clan was a small, not really known at all clan from a small village outside of the Leaf and too the south where few Ninja lived, but enough to be considered. The nearly extinct clan only consisted of a few living members, of which Ami and her older sister, Mizumi, were included. "S-Sister!..." Ami grunted out as she pumped her hips vigorously, the young girl actually fucking her own sister in their tent. The Ayakashi Clan, like plenty others throughout the world, had a special trait born to them all. For them, it was a clan of entirely women, but each had a little something... More. That 'more' being a cock that was currently being shoved deep into her older sister's tight pussy as the members of the Ayakashi Clan were all women that were born with cocks! Ami herself was a tiny thing. The sixteen year old was thin and lithe, with a tight little body and fair peach colored skin, bearing only a few freckles on her cheeks. She had short, messy, unkempt blonde hair and deep, wide, almost innocent green eyes - her cheeks round yet chin sharp, giving her a rather pixie-like appearance. Shorter in stature, she fit this bill even more next to her taller older sister. Ami's body was tight, she had a thin abdomen with little to no body fat and a small, but perky chest that was on display, tiny b-cup tits bouncing about lightly at the motion. They perked right up, dotted with little, incredibly pink nipples that were insatiably stiff at the moment. Her legs, just like her arms were skinny, she was a thin little teen, but they lead up to a flawless ass. Ami's backside was the perfect bubble butt, small like the rest of her but incredibly round and pert, her tight perfect ass jiggling with the force of her hips as her little pussy lips glistened with arousal. Above this, was the pride of her clan, her young cock pounding away into her sister's cunt. Ami's rod was a modest six inches in length, it twitched hard and sensitively, the girl always having been a bit of a quick shooter, but she had control of herself for now as the blonde teen grabbed onto her sister's hips for dear life, fucking away at her. "S-Sister you're amazing... Ngh..." She hissed in pleasure, toes curling in her dark blue standard issue Ninja sandals - the only article of clothing she wore right now save her blue banded Headband bearing the Leaf symbol that she wore around her neck - as she tried only slightly to keep quiet as they fucked throughout the night.

Having been training for 26 years for this very day. Mizumi, a blue-haired shapely beauty, was riding her sister's cock with her own hard and bouncing around. Her massive G-cup breasts went up and down as she pressed back and forth against her sister Ami's dick. Which in turn, was deep inside her snatch. Her pussy gripped around Ami's cock as she went up and down in a nice quick pace. "Yeah, Ami, like that," the woman said, "Your training has gone over well. Now those pigs, in their fancy cities, and happy clans, will get to enjoy this dick of yours..." The woman had smooth skin, but there were a few lines of scars covering her stomach and her back. The woman had been through a hard life as the older sibling, and thus on her body was scratches and scars, marring her beautiful flesh, yet making it more beautiful, like it showed the largest of these however, was the large X-shaped scar over her bouncing milky white breasts. The large X had come from a sword attack, and it had almost taken her life. Though, it had not, and now here she was raising her baby sister to help her revive the clan, and sneak into the various villages, due to some really easy to sneak into Shinobi exchange program. They were in a camp going towards the Leaf Village. It was a few days away, and some Leaf Village scrub ninja had come to collect them. They were nice enough to allow them to have this tent. Her body went down on her sister's cock. Thankfully, she had trained herself to be resistant to the bloodline trait of their families, which made the cock of theirs addictive to those who they fuck with it. "Ami, you are doing well, very well," Mizumi said, "You are doing well in your studies to help me revive our clan yes?" She reached out grasping Ami's shoulders. Feeling Ami throbbing inside of her, the girl still couldn't hold very long. "You need to hold out longer than this, Ami," Mizumi berated her sister, being a cold and yet loving sibling. The cool night air filled the room as the tent flap was opened, and their sex wasn't all too quiet.

Traveling with Inuyasha has become more and more frustrating! He kept running off with Kikyo even after she said she would stay by his side. Sure she admitted she wanted to stay with him and that it was her choice but still. Didn't he care about her?! Frustrated, the young Miko kicked a rock into the waterfall they were near. Inuyasha was gone with... her, Sango was with Kirara getting supplies and Shippo was with her. So that left her and Miroku to tend the camp. Sitting down next to the small fire, she hmphed in frustration. "Honestly, Miroku. Can you believe him doing this again?" She knew he saw what was going on. Sometimes she wondered if it would be easier being with him. He acted like a lot of normal guys from her time, but he was interested in Sango right? Not that she didn't think he wasn't attractive. As a matter of fact, she got little flutters whenever he flirted with other girls. He was just too handsome and sly for his own good.

Miroku listened to Kagome vent her frustrations as he drank some water. He didn't understand how Inuyasha could abandon such a beautiful girl who was basically throwing herself at him. Still, he saw tonight as his chance to make a move on Kagome. He stood up and sat down next to Kagome, offering her a small smile. "I honestly can't believe it, Kagome...you are such a beautiful and amazing woman.... I can't imagine why Inuyasha would chase after another woman...." He gently placed his hand on her own, giving it a squeeze as his smile widened. "If you'd like though," Miroku said, his voice becoming slightly deeper as he leaned in towards Kagome, "we can make each other feel good tonight and forget about Inuyasha and the others.

Elise answers questions in a daze, her gaze too blurred by the shock of adrenaline rushing through her system to even see the man sitting across the desk from her, scribbling her answers on to a sheet of paper like she was livestock to catalog. She is now, isn't she? Now at least. Now she will be here, stuck here, and there is nothing she can do to fight that. Maybe she deserves it, but all Elise knows is that Paul definitely deserved what he had gotten. She will be here, if it means keeping Nelly safe from the soulless, violating hands of her pervert of a brother. Name, date of birth, next of kin - she rattles off answers in a monotone only to be led to the wall for pictures then to a room to have her dignity stripped away with each piece of clothing that she is forced to bare herself of. She pulls her dirty blonde hair out of a pony tail when they ask her to, and the locks fall in messy waves down to her shoulder. She pulls her piercings from her ears, her nipples, her naval when they tell her to - why she can't have those she doesn't understand, but there's no regret in her so she doesn't fight. This will be home. She's okay with that. She is moved to a unit once she's searched and feels out of place in civilian clothes, a red plaid button down over a black tank top, leggings that ride every curve of her hips. She doesn't question it, though - doesn't ask for teal, doesn't ask about anything. Besides what she's forced to say, she was dead quiet even as one of the women in the unit spoke to her, told her the rules. She's withdrawn and stays in her cell until she's called to dinner, at which point the women of the unit drag her along. She grabs her food at sits at the same table as those in her unit, and for the first time since she arrived they get words out of her. She introduces herself, chuckles here and there. The outburst caught Elise's attention and she turned to see who was being paraded - one of the women, Liz, had mentioned that name not long after she had arrived. Apparently Franky was not to be fucked with, but she had no intentions of fucking with anyone so that shouldn't be hard to avoid.

Franky entered the cafeteria later than the rest of the women, her white tank top showing off a sliver of her pink bra and her prison issued teal sweats riding low on her hips. She had a lopsided grin on her face, her hands on her hips and a confident air about her. After offering a nod to one of the older women, the Holt matriarch, she grabbed her own food and then settled down at her table, plopping in to the chair with her legs spread open and her arms crossed on the edge of the table with her tray just in front of them. Her gaze met a new face, and she cocked raised her eyebrows. "Newbie, huh?" She said, never breaking eye contact with the brunette. "And who might you be, beautiful?" She winks and grins before finally taking her arms off of the table and letting out a laugh. Liz, sat beside the new girl, offers a hushed whisper that Franky's just teasing her and does this to all the new girls. "Oi, don't give my tactics away Birdsworth." She sounds serious and anyone who didn't know her might think that she was angry, but after offering Liz a soft smack on the back of the head there's no tension at all and Franky waited for the new girl to give her a reply.

I am loving that hair," Gwen Tennyson told Julie Yamamoto for the umpteenth time. Julie just laughed, as she had with each of the prior compliments. "Well, I decided to do an upgrade, or change, or something, when I started college," Julie responded as two women climbed out of the Plumber transport onto the landing strip of the planet Terkun. "Well, it looks really good on you," Gwen replied. She gave Julie another impulsive hug before adding, "And I'm really glad to see you. I'm just sorry it took a Plumber mission to get us together." "Well, college does keep one busy," Julie answered. She was a sophomore in an elite college, with Gwen currently a junior in another elite college on the opposite side of the country. Julie had allowed her hair to grow out so that it was just as long as her fairer friend's, and though both were still slender and athletic, their curves had filled out somewhat since the days they had battled along side Gwen's cousin Ben. Even in loose blouses, slacks and sandals, both young women looked stunning. "So how's Kevin?" Julia asked, as she took a look around the landing sight. It looked like an airstrip stuck out in the middle of a Polynesian island, with a beach just in sight. But all of Terkun was like that. The planet was covered with nothing but islands, and something about planet's orbit or tilt or something made the entire planet nothing but warm water and tropical islands, with he island the two girls had landed on the biggest one, and also one where the planet's leaders met. "He moved on after my freshman year," Gwen said with a shrug, but there was some regret there. Keven had been in love with her, but he also wanted a physical relationship and, besides kissing and some very light, above the clothes, petting, Gwen hadn't let Kevin go any further. So after the amicable "we'll still be friends" breakup, Gwen had thrown herself into her studies. "How's Ship?" Gwen asked in return. "I think he's a little bit miffed that he couldn't come with us," Julie laughed. "But I know he's happy spending time with Ben." Julie gave a little internal sigh at the mention of Ben. Like Gwen, Julie had only had one boyfriend and, like Gwen, their physical interaction had been limited. "I would have liked to brought him along," Gwen said, "but there's something about Keltun that interferes with Ship's Mechamorph metabolism. Just like something on the planet inhibits my Anodite abilities. But that shouldn't be a problem. The Keltuns are remarkably peaceful and cooperative." "What I don't understand is why, if the Keltuns are so cooperative, why we have to come here to negotiate. And why us, anyway?" Julie asked. "The transporter relay has to be set on a specific island, and unfortunately, it's owned by a private individual whose permission we'll need to get," Gwen observed. "Keltuns are cooperative, but they also liked to discuss things, and have you show them that there's a very good reason for what you want." "But why us?" Julie asked Gwen. "From what I understand, the Keltun in question is the local expert on humans, and wants to learn more. And apparently, along with Ben and my Grandpa Max, you and I are two of the more famous humans known. So he asked the Plumbers to send us specifically to explain why we need the relay station on his island. So we'll give our sales pitch, answer a few human trivia questions, and then enjoy the beginning of summer break on the beach!" "Woohoo!" Julie laughed, before motioning to movement in the water. "I think that's the local government officials now." A number of forms emerged from the water onto the beach. The Keltuns looked remarkable like an Earth octopus, save that their limbs were of different lengths, and they were covered by soft, otter-like fur. They were tall beings, easily twice the height of the two young Earth women, and used their limbs to walk across the beach and to the women in sort of a shambling motion. Gwen knew from her reading that the Keltuns could use their limbs for a number of different purposes, including walking, grasping, touching and even tasting. In addition, the Keltuns had the ability to morph the ends of their limbs to different shapes and functions. Despite their odd appearances, the Keltun were polite and friendly and, after some discussions, directed the girls to a video call center in which to contact the Keltun whose permission they would need to build the relay on his island. Hopefully the call would be quick, and a meeting could be arranged with the Keltun, Gwen thought to herself, as she and Julie stood in front of the camera, waiting for the Keltun they were calling to answer his 'phone.'

The Keltun who wished to speak to Gwen and Julie was named Mal'galor, a somewhat common name on the planet and on which the Keltun resided. He had found human beings to be such fascinating creatures....they seemed to be intelligent and yet did high irrational things. He had wondered what brought about such actions. Thus, he had dedicated his life to the studying of humans and their biology and chemical makeup. After some theorizing, he came to conclude that Keltun's actually secreted a type of pheromone that could influence the minds of humans in a number of ways. He had no ill intent, but he wanted to try out some experiments on some humans and he could think of no better subjects than Gwen and Julie. The Plumbers were by far the most famous humans in the cosmos to most alien life forms. Tales of the adventures and deeds dotted the bars and outposts of space. Videos of them were common and easy to find and despite himself, Mal'galor found himself to be attracted to Gwen and Julie, their beauty mesmerizing and exotic to him. Once the phone connected, he formed the tip of his tentacles to look like a human hand and waved at the camera. "Yo! How is it hanging, homies? From my understanding, this a traditional greeting on your planet, is it it?" This hand formed into a smile emoji, as the Keltun's didn't exactly have faces or mouths that were easily noticeable to give off non-verbal social cues. As Gwen and Julie had been told, he was eccentric and liked to study human culture and norms, even if he was slightly behind the times. "I am Mal'galor. It is an honor to speak with you, Gwen and Julie. I respect the Plumbers in the highest degree and to speak with two of its prettiest and courageous members is truly a great privilege." He introduced himself, his body seeming to lower itself slightly, as if he were attempting to bow before the camera for them.

Taiei Shopping Town couldn't withstand the forces of the zombies. What the group of Fujimi Academy students and teacher had believed to be an impenetrable fortress fully stocked ended up being just as flimsy as all of their previous hideouts. The worst part of the building being compromised was that it all happened so fast. The group had felt cocky there, so they had let their guard down. So there was no escape plan, and no back-up location. It was all Saya Takagi could do to get out of there alive and unscathed. The self-proclaimed genius honestly should have seen such a situation coming. The apartment they hunkered down in briefly wasn't safe - mostly due to Takashi's insistence on being a hero for the defenseless little girl. Alice had turned into a sort of unofficial mascot for the group, proof that there should still be hope and innocence in such a cruel world. And not even her family estate could withstand the forces of Them. Even with all their loyal guards and money, nothing mattered in the end. Without having a disaster plan when the over-glorified shopping mall fell, the pink-haired girl was quickly separated from her group. She had long ago lost her Fujimi Academy uniform, dressed instead in an outfit she picked off the racks from the shopping mall. Her hair was still styled in the high twin tails, her glasses still in perfect condition. Saya wore an olive green midriff tank top, with the letters HQ emblazoned across her chest. A pair of shorts in the same shade barely brushed the top of her thighs, and thin suspenders kept them up thanks to her bubble butt. Saya had left with no supplies whatsoever, and her only weapon was a serrated pocket knife. She had a grenade tucked away in her bra, but didn't want to use it unless as a last resort. Honestly, she would have given her left arm in that moment for an automatic pistol. Thanks to the screams of one of the survivors from the shopping mall, the zombies were very distracted. The undead tended to follow their hearing more than their seeing, and that person was making enough noise to literally wake the dead. Thanks to such a distraction, the pink haired girl was able to put some distance between herself and the site of the tragedy. What Saya couldn't have anticipated was seeing a small high rise in the shopping district with lights on. She had to rub her eyes and double check, thinking that it had to be her imagination. No thanks to the EMP that detonated over Japan, electricity was now a thing of the past. But this building must of ran off of a generator in order to retain electricity. Saya cast her orange hued eyes up to the sign to see exactly what sort of place would still have power. After she read the sign once over, she had to stop to do it all over again thanks to shock. It seemed the only building left in Japan with power happened to contain four stores on just as many levels. "Martial aids", women's boutique, confectionery and outdoor gear. She silently wondered what could the odds possibly be as she made her way towards the first level shop, the glorified sex toy store. There were flyers in the front windows, advertising upcoming dvd releases. Saya approached the entrance, looking about to see her current situation before she would devise a plan to get the attention of whoever was in the building. Without a zombie in sight, Saya thought it prudent to begin to bang on the door to get the attention of whoever was inside. There were metal bars that covered all of the glass windows, as an added layer of security. But of course, that was mostly to keep out the living shoplifters. It wouldn't do too much in case of an undead assault. But the higher levels....that could provide more safety. Open up! Open up right now! Saya was striking the door with both of her fists balled up. She needed to draw attention to herself sooner than later, if she wished to survive. Please, I'm alive out here! Alive and no bites! As much as the heir to the demolished Takagi estate didn't want to beg, she figured it best to appeal to whoever would be the person to seal her fate. She knew that shouting wasn't a good plan to ensure her survival, but she needed whoever was inside to hear her. No matter what level they were on.

Satoshi Hojo had always been an avid survivalist; he had stocks of food, generators, water purifiers and other various items needed to survive any sort of end-of-the-world situation. Even though he was only in college, he had gotten himself a good job and he saw being a survivalist as a fun hobby. Little did he know just how handy it would turn out to be when the zombies struck. His location was easily defended and fortified and he had security systems in place to lure zombies away. Also, he had managed to soundproof most of the building, meaning that sounds wouldn't leak and zombies outside wouldn't hear anything going on inside. Thus, he had set up shop, helping those who could as they passed by. So far, he hadn't allowed anyone to stay though...he feared too many people might seek the place out and then it would be ruined. He himself didn't look too bad for going through the end of civilization. He had short, blonde hair, red eyes, and he was wearing his school's uniform, a white shirt and black pants. His store supplied many things, from food, water, and survival gear to things suited for more carnal desires. He knew that with the end of the world here, people would see out their pleasure and if he could help them in that, he would. He was downstairs, tending to the shopping when he heard a banging on the door. Outside wasn't insulated...so that sound would travel. He quickly moved to the door and looked through a slit to see Saya standing outside...she was quite beautiful. "I'm here... I'm here," Satoshi said, admonishing Saya, despite only being a few years older than her. "You should know by now that sounds draw them in." He looked her up and down...he could already feel his cock starting to grow hard in his trousers from desire. "I can let you in," he said, "I have plenty to offer: food, water, a hot bath, clothes, and much more. It won't come cheap though; I'm sure you understand I can't just let you in for free." Satoshi was pretty blunt and to the point it seemed. This definitely wasn't his first time doing something like this.

It had been a simple exchange really; he offered them shelter, water, and food in return for their bodies. Michael was an American working in Japan when the outbreak happened. He had always been a well-prepared man, and he had a secured bunker with clean water, a small farm, and it was isolated and easily defended. Saeko and Rei stumbled upon his location after they got separated from their group. He offered them the deal and they accepted once they realized just how secure his location was. It worked out well for all of them, and now the girls lived lives where they didn't have to worry about their safety. In return, Michael now had his massive cock buried inside Rei's pussy. He fucked her wherever, whenever, and however he pleased. He decided to fuck Rei this morning after she made breakfast. Saeko was still asleep, but that was fine for now. He had Rei pressed up against the wall, with his back slamming into it as his cock pressed up against her cervix. She was completely nude, as he required them to be at all times.

Rei and Saeko had gotten separated from the group after the outbreak, having traveled for days upon days before finding a place that seemed great. They were given a deal they couldn't refuse. Rei was now against the wall, Michael's cock buried deep inside of her as she had felt it hit her cervix, causing her to moan out loudly. Saeko was still asleep, which was alright because Rei needed this moment alone with Michael. She tried to keep her stance up while holding on to what she could as he went full force into her.

It was an unassuming building of course, nothing to set it apart from its neighbors, no bouncer outside, no hint of the music that seethed within its walls. If you hadn't known this was the place, you must admit, you would never have guessed it. Some say there's a secret tunnel to get in, some say there are any number of ways in, and since you don't think you've ever seen anyone going in or out, you're pretty sure there must be at least a few alternate routes, but this is the place. At least, you hope... Any doubt is banished once you step inside. You have no idea how they muffle the noise or what they use to hide the students that come in and out, but the minute you open the outer door you can hear the heartbeat thumping of the drums faintly. The dark-lit hallway inside is short, with a handful of changing rooms on either side, no genders marked on the doors, just a hand-lettered sign that simply reads 'No Sex inside', and beneath that in smaller letters '(That's what the booths and bathrooms are for)'. You'd swear the handwriting is familiar, but the signature simply reads, 'Management', and with that alone it's pretty easy to know that you won't be finding out who wrote it any time soon. The people who run the club are notoriously secretive after all... After the Changing rooms, the second door, and once you open it, the beat strikes you like a physical blow as you step into the club. The lower floor is massive, dimly lit booths surrounding a colorlit dance floor on either side, a DJ's booth opposite the door you entered through where some girl in a mask is spinning records when she isn't stepping back and forth, shaking her bared breasts for anyone who wants a look to see. The booths have curtains, presumably for those who want (a little) more privacy for some fun, though you can see at least a half dozen couples who haven't even bothered, and a dozen more groupings of people on the dance floor doing anything from making out while swaying to the beat to full-on fucking while the music and the dancers move around them. There's an upper ring too, accessible by stairs to lead to several tables, and a bar, perched directly over top of the DJ's booth. You can't see as easily up there, but you don't need to see over the edge to spot at least two more couples in the throes of passion. Now that you look again, you definitely recognize a handful of the faces in the crowd! Or at least... You think you do... Where some are unmistakable, others aren't so certain, and besides, even if you did really know them, the whole saying was 'what happens at Club Beacon, stays at Club Beacon' for a reason. In any case, you're definitely in the right place... Mike walked slowly though the club, bobbing his head to the beat of the music as he took in all the carnal pleasure people were enjoying in the club tonight. He was a tall young man, about 6'3. He was tanned, with crew cut brown hair and square rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was in shape, as all hunters had to be, and his muscles showed through red polo shirt he was wearing. His attire was fairly simple, just the shirt, pants and shoes. Nothing to fancy...after all, he guessed he would ended up losing most of his wardrobe before the end of the night. His weapon hung from his hip, a single action army revolver that could shift into a longsword at his bidding. Making him a perfect close-to-midrange fighter. He walked up to the bar and ordered himself a glasses of the finest bourbon they had. He was a liquor type of guy, and bourbon was the finest liquor around. He took a drink of his bourbon on the rocks and lit up a cigar as he watched the people indulged in their desires. His face didn't betray any emotion, in fact, he was quite stoic at the moment. It was a facade though, one he wore well. Behind it, was the beast, waiting to ravish the women he desired tonight. His eyes scanned the floor, as he drank and smoked, looking for any girls that might suit him for this evening. He didn't mind if it took awhile, after all...the music and drinks were good, and he enjoyed watching people...especially with some of the things they were doing on the dance floor. One might think the more debauched acts would happen out of sight, half-concealed behind the curtains of the booths perhaps, or more likely tucked away in one of the bathrooms whose gender signage had been scratched out long ago. (While the management could obviously afford repairs if they so chose, it suited the atmosphere, and the signs had never been fixed.) But as Mike watched the floor with interest he began to realize first that while the curtains enclosing the booths might shield some sight the silhouettes within left no doubt in the mind as to what was going on and in what position it was happening and second that while whatever was almost certainly going on in one or both of the bathrooms might be more depraved on some level, it was unlikely to hold much of a candle to what was happening in front of him on the dance floor. The people on the dance floor were either bold and uncaring, exhibitionists, or wanted more than one man at a time, to say nothing of those that were some combination of those three simultaneously, and whichever category (or categories) they happened to fall into, all of the dancers were making an effort to show off and draw the eye, to gather the attention they craved. Given the numbers it effectively became a competition, and Mike could pick out the top contenders fairly easily. One was a brunette faunus with rabbit ears who Mike recognized as an upperclassman, though he couldn't recall her name off the top of his head. A leather vest lay open to bare her breasts and if she'd been wearing a skirt it was no longer around her hips, though fishnet stockings still graced her legs. It was pretty clear that she was the third sort, as she was practically dead to the world around her, drawing most of the attention she did through the sheer enthusiasm with which she was tackling four cocks at once, pulling two close together to let her tongue flick over one then the other and then back again in rapid succession while the other two pumped in and out of her simultaneously from below, fucking her pussy and asshole with powerful strokes. Another was a girl Mike didn't recognize at all until he caught sight of a scar and realized just why she was drawing as much attention as she was. A petite little girl getting fucked in the ass wasn't much special given the debauchery surrounding him, unless of course that petite little girl was Weiss Schnee and the one fucking her must have been some sort of horse Faunus judging by the size he was sliding in and out of her. Credit where credit was due, she was taking the massive length to the hilt without so much as a hint of discomfort despite it's size, moaning like a whore as she was pounded from behind, but still...

While Mike strolled through the debauchery, a loud noise coming from one of the booths caught his attention. There was a couple going at it furiously, drawing the attentions of the Club. Many onlookers were cheering on the duo, who were premier members of team JNPR. Nora and Ren were the pair on display, and they looked like they were having the time of their life. The curtains were wide open, as they wanted to be seen. Ren had Nora on the table, which was already slick with a mixture of lube, cum, and piss. She was completely naked, done up in shibari style, with ropes in her signature pink color. Her hands were bound, on her hands and knees, but there was a spreader bar attached to her ankles to keep her open. In order to help keep her up, a rope had been attached to her mid back, going up to the ceiling above, to keep her up if she grew too tired. The Asian man was currently whipping his partner with a riding crop, leaving red marks on her soft skin. Multiple egg vibrators were supplying her with ample stimulation, taped to her nipples and clit. Even more were shoved into her asshole and her vagina, the controls all tucked into the ropes on her thighs. If someone had to try to count them, they would find that there were over 20 egg vibrators used in all. They were all turned on high, in order to provide the masochist with as much pleasure as possible. In addition to the vibrators, there were two huge dildos in her used cunt, being kept in place with ropes. They buzzed furiously, joining in harmony with the oversized dildo in her ass. Ren currently had Nora sucking on another vibrator big enough to choke her, planning to add that one into her ass as well. The final touch to add to her degradation was that she had nose hooks to pull her nose into a shape that resembled a piggy. Nora loved having her entire body assaulted by the love of her life, and her fellow team JNPR member was more than willing to show her off like she craved. No one else in Club Beacon was allowed to touch her other than himself, but he was willing to give shows of his lovely little slave along with demonstrations for various sex toys. They had assembled quite a crowd, some members fucking a warm hole from a random girl or even pumping their own cocks while enjoying the display. The couple tended to be in Club Beacon every night, typically from opening to closing. On another table, there was a faunus girl tied down and restrained. It appeared that she didn't want to be in her current situation, but had no choice. She had dog ears that were flattened against her head in fear. It was quickly obvious why she would be in such a state. Another faunus student, Blake, was forcing her to endure multiple ownership piercings. The restrained faunus already had both nipples pierced, thin streams of blood running down her body. Blake was currently in the process of piercing her clit, pinching it between two fingers and causing the small girl to sob in agony. But that wouldn't be the end of her torture for that evening. Blake was going to continue giving her hoop piercings on each side of her pussy lips. And from there, she would lace it up, her cunt unable to be used by anyone but herself or those who she deemed worthy. Hey there! You still looking for fun? A voice took Mike away from observing the club, and to the girl in front of him. It was no other than the blonde bombshell, Yang Xiao Long. She was dressed much differently than her typical outfit, wearing a thin yellow string bikini. The bottoms tied at her hips, and were made from the same thin material, but happened to be a thong in the back. She wore yellow fingerless arm warmers as well, and yellow high heels. The fighter seemed to be right at home in the setting, holding a collar. Attached to the collar was the typically hyper Ruby Rose, her silver eyes looking hazy. It was obvious that she was in an altered state of mind, panting like a bitch in heat. Yang had slipped her drugs, wanting her to be nice and relaxed for the evening's festivities. She had a heavy, red leather collar around her neck and was completely naked. Not a single stitch of clothing was on the girl who wielded Crescent Rose. Her nipples were pierced as well, and it was hard to tell the state of her cunt from her current position. She had a heavy, red leather collar around her neck and was completely naked. Attached was a small black sharpie, for a specific purpose. There were tally marks all over her body, markings that showed how many times she had been fucked that evening. Cum was leaking from her used pussy, but her asshole had been untouched so far that particular evening. Once Yang had stopped to talk to Mike, she got into a squatting position, hands posed to look like paws, more cum falling out of her pussy as she continued to pant. "You look like you're in need of fun," Yang said with a wink. "Lucky for you, it's my sister's birthday! She really wants every guy at the club to fuck her and blow inside of her. You see, her deepest, darkest desire is to have a kid but be too much of a slut to know exactly who the father is." She giggled, slapping Ruby's tits. "After all, that's basically what her mom did. And you know what they say, like mother like daughter." Yep! I want to get fucked like a whore!" Ruby agreed, very into the idea. If she had had a tail, it would have been wagging. "So, what do you say?" Yang offered. "Wanna be her 30th fuck of the night? As lucky number 30, you can fuck her in the ass too. It'll be her first time of the night if you want a clean hole for your first fuck, and she's real tight. Trained her myself to take big cocks like a pro." Ruby whined as she received a head pat from her sister. That wasn't enough to appease her however. She needed dick, and she needed it right now. Not to mention, I've been too busy trying to fill her up with cum that I haven't had a single dick in me all night," the blonde licked her lips in a very enticing way. "I think it's time to change that, don't you agree?

The 5th Holy Grail War was weighing heavily on the mind of the heiress to the Tohsaka family. Rin was the sort of girl who had a competitive streak a mile wide and was hoping to summon Saber and win the war. What for, that was a good question. She was more concerned with making sure the family name was respected for the superior Mages that came through their bloodline. Luckily for Rin, her father had been considerate enough before he passed to ensure that she would have an item to aid her in summoning a Saber. She also inherited his large collection of stones to aid her, although she herself could craft some in a satisfactory manner. With more experience, her gems could be as powerful as the ones her father crafted. Rin had a boyfriend, Shirou Emiya, who honestly was more trouble than he was worth. Or so she told him. Truth be told, she had a soft spot for him and once she found out he would be competing in the War as well, she couldn't leave him on his own. He was completely clueless and needed assistance. But tonight, Rin would be summoning her servant. She was the lone person in the Tohsaka manor, standing in the middle of the ancient carvings on the floor to assist her in summoning her servant. She presented the item that her father had graciously gifted her with, the breastplate of King Arthur exploding as the servant was summoned. The most shocking fact was, as the servant appeared, the command seals didn't appear on the back of her hand as she expected. It didn't even form on her torso, which was quite the surprise. Instead, her skirt flared up with a gust of wind, the command seals branding her right on her shaved pubic mound. She was shocked by this turn of events, having never heard of such a thing before. She did her best to cover herself to appear modest as her servant appeared before her.

Rin would not summon a Saber... instead she would summon an Archer... despite her best efforts. However, the summoning was indeed botched in a manner. She was trying to summon a servant with two competing catalyst; one was the breastplate and the other, unknown to her, was her own blood. As the sparks of the summoning died down, her servant finally came into view. He was a tall and well-built man... he wasn't wearing a shirt, showing off his toned and slightly tanned body. He had short, bright blonde hair and red eyes that seemed able to pierce anything he gazed out. He radiated power and authority... a figure that demanded respect. He looked at Rin and gave her a smirk. "So... a beautiful woman summons me to war this time," he said, almost with a scoff. He seemed to be admiring her beauty, for sure, but his haughty and arrogant attitude remained... his expression lightly somewhat as he gazed upon her. "What a moment... you are Tomitake's daughter, aren't you?" the beautiful servant said, pointing out her sharply, his eyes seemed to gleam with something... affection and mischievous, perhaps?

Sunnydale, home to many people, was bustling with activity during the day. The high school was no exception, as Giles would often have visitors coming into his library asking for various books. The Hellmouth seemed to be under control for now, but Halloween was approaching soon. However, the doors to the library opened up, and in walked one of the most beautiful women anyone had ever seen. "Hello?" A soft angelic voice called out as she entered. This person was Bella, new to Sunnydale, having been sent on a mission to destroy the hellmouth in some form or another. "Hello?" Bella called out again, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked. She had her hair up in a messy bun, wearing tight jeans and a low-cut top, which showed off her figure perfectly. "I need a few books," she said, walking around looking for someone who could help her out. Bella's skin was pale but it complemented her hair and eyes perfectly, giving her an almost glasslike quality.

Rupert was behind the stacks when Bella entered and he turned his gaze upon her as he stepped out. "Hello there," he said with a smile as he brushed a hand through his own hair and walked closer to her. "What kind of books are you looking for?" He waited patiently for her answer before adding, "I'm Rupert Giles, by the way." He smiled softly and leaned over the counter, waiting silently.

Gage Azanglanced around as he walked down the street, it was his first time on this particular planet and old habits died far too hard. He had been out of the U.G.C military for 6 months now, but he couldn't shake the military mindset, of being cautious, especially when somewhere he hadn't been before, somewhere he didn't know the layout. where he didn't know the escape routes. No, no stupid Gage, there weren't escape routes anymore, he wasn't in the military anymore damnit. He shook his head and cursed himself, trying his best to relax. He didn't have time to get distracted by old feelings like that, he needed to focus on the job he was on his way to. There had been a listing for an experienced Pilot and Bodyguard, both things Gage could excel in, particularly thanks to his rather unique past. During his time in the military he had been part of a top secret project, whilst not born a Biotic like some humans had been recently, Gage now possessed Biotic abilities well ahead of any human and without the need for any kind of control implants. It was all thanks to the project that had introduced Atari genetic material into his body that had occurred shortly after first contact between the U.G.C and the Citadel races, to ensure that this new mysterious group didn't have a major advantage over the U.G.C. He had been gifted with the unique Biotic abilities of an Atari, along with at least some of their more evolved nervous system and, as it turned out, at least some of their drastic lifespan. The only outward sign of that was his youthful appearance, which the doctors had said he was likely to maintain for at least several centuries. That was all behind him now though, and Gage now found himself outside the war zones and battlegrounds of the far frontiers of the U.G.C and Citadel space he had spent the last several years in, mainly fighting against slavers and pirates, not to mention secret Black Ops against terrorist groups and stopping wars before they could happen, back safely in the space of the U.G.C itself, though a planet he hadn't been to before, why would he, it was peaceful here after all. Having seen both it was rather remarkable how many similarities there between U.G.C space and Citadel space, many kinds of aliens all around, living together in peace. It brought a smile to his face to see people smiling and laughing together rather than trying to kill one another, tiny shards of metal whizzing past at thousands of miles per hour. Gage pushed the thoughts from his mind as he realized he was here, looking up at the building, then back down at the data pad in his hands. Yes, this was the place alright. Hopefully he'd get the job, as much as he was enjoying 'retirement', the money he'd been paid wouldn't exactly last him a few centuries, he needed a job he could do well to get through the rest of his life. "Alright Gage, here we go" He took a deep breath and grinned, then tapped the call button beside the door.

Menta sighed a bit, brushing her gray bangs off to the side, as her grey cat ears that rested atop her head twitched and swiveled around picking up the slightest sound, her twin grey cat tails that came from her rear, well not from in her rear, Menta was a woman around twenty, she was the daughter of Victor Shepard Steele, a famous galactic adventurer, businessman, and playboy who lived during and after the 13th Great, He founded Steele Tech, one of the most successful Mega-Corporations in U.G.C space, she was also the twin to Meena Shepard Steele, who was currently in her lab, as Menta walked to the door she forgot to put clothes on, letting her body being show off, from her large E-cup breasts to her sexy ass, to her sweet pussy lips, to her large cock and balls, she was a stunning example of hermaphrodite kaithrit, her cock was fully erect as she opened the door. "Yes?

Ann Takamaki sighed as she remained stuck in class even though the school day had ended, doing her best not to fidget slightly, that was what had gotten her here after all. For some reason all day she had felt strange, uncomfortable, she'd been distracted and fidgeting. Something in her body just felt...off. There had been a constant strange tingling sensation running up and down her and what almost felt like a heat constantly coming and going. If she hadn't known better she'd have thought it was arousal, but why would she be getting aroused at school during class? It didn't make any sense. Whatever the reason though, her constant distraction had landed her in trouble in several of her classes through the day, and now she was stuck here after class with Kawakami-sensei, who was probably just as unhappy as Ann to be stuck on detention duty knowing how she usually was. Well maybe that would work out to her advantage, maybe Kawakami would get so bored of this she'd let Ann go a little early. Ann closed her eyes as she tried to suppress the heat feeling as it started to come back, though this time it felt rather different. This time rather than a brief flush it seemed to be staying, building, starting to focus in her stomach. Ann brought a hand to her stomach, the heat starting to spread up her chest as well, her cheeks flushing. "Um...Kawakami-sensei?" Ann raised her hand, slowly getting to her feet, she definitely didn't feel right, maybe she should go see if the nurse was still in school. Before Ann could ask anything further though, her eyes went wide, she gasped loudly, her hands suddenly going down to grasp at her desk in order to support it as her legs suddenly started to go weak. A noise began to bubble up in Ann's throat, but she did her best to suppress it, to bite her lip, but she couldn't hold it back, and suddenly she let out a long, loud, very lewd moan of pleasure. Ann grunted and closed her eyes as the heat suddenly surged throughout her body, her knuckles turning white as she clutched the desk as tightly as she could, her legs trembling. "A...a....AH!" Ann suddenly screamed out as without warning an orgasm more powerful than anything she had felt before ripped through her body, her hips jerking as she came hard, fluids soaking through her panties, her red leggings going dark as they became soaked from fluids running down from under her skirt. Whatever was happening though it wasn't finished. With a jerking motion Ann thrust her hips forwards as an intense feeling of tightness built up, like something was inside of her desperately trying to get out. Ann could feel it, something pressing up against her panties and leggings. Ann moaned again, her hips rocking back and forth as she tried to hold back whatever it was, but it was no good. Another orgasm rocked through Ann's body as she cried out, but this time something else happened. This time there was an eruption from within her body, and a loud ripping noise as something forced its way through her panties and leggings, flipping up her skirt, the cock rapidly growing from Ann's body, an immense erection springing forth before Ann and Kawakami's eyes, glistening with the fluids from her pussy, pre-cum dripping from the tip as it throbbed. "K-Kawakami-sensei...." Ann panted as she looked to her teacher, though her voice was hazed with lust, an uncontrollable lust unlike anything Ann had felt before.

This was the worst. While Sadayo had nowhere to be, particularly now that she was finally free from the twisted obligations of her extracurricular activities, she would still rather be doing anything other than monitoring detention. And the weird part was that the only person in detention was, in more ways than one, a model student. Sadayo had most of her attention affixed to a glossy fashion magazine in her hands, the eternal ticking of the clock droning in her ear. With how things were going, and as Ann really hadn't done anything genuinely bad, she really saw no point in keeping her here for the full duration. It wasn't like she had done anything genuinely bad... plus the dark-haired woman really wanted an excuse to get out of the school quicker. She was just about to suggest it when Ann rose sharply to her feet. Sadayo was barely able to ask what was wrong, when Ann's whole body seemed to convulse while she was still standing. Her eyes widened at the shock, and she was very nearly bowled over in her chair as a humongous pale cock sprouted suddenly from her groin. The immense scale was shocking enough, to say nothing for how strange it was to see the third leg on such an ordinarily feminine girl. She rose from her chair, giving Ann a glimpse of the teacher's curvaceous frame clad in her usual yellow sweater and powder blue skirt. "W-what the hell... a-are you alright? Sh-should I get the nurse or... holy crap this is so out of my depth...

Ruby felt terrible, worse than any of her rougher sparring sessions with Yang, worse than any of the fights she could remember. The young redhead slowly, groggily rose, wincing from what felt like a zillion different bruises. She looked at herself, clothes torn, cut and bloody, had she been in a fight? The huntress froze as she noticed something... Crescent Rose, her scythe, her SCYTHE was nowhere to be seen. She looked around, eyes darting, and all she saw was that she was in some sort of dark cavern, alone and unarmed. "Guys?" she called out into the darkness, voice shaky as she tried to reach the rest of team RWBY. Only her echo answered her, sounding almost sinister with the place's acoustics. Slowly she rose, using the wall to steady her shaky legs. She had been in a battle, that's all she remembered, everything else was a fuzzy haze. She needed to find her sister, find her friends, her weapon, and get out of here... wherever here was.

As Ruby made her way through the labyrinth of tunnels and passageways, the silence would slowly give way to a sound. It sounded human enough, muffled in the distance but as she approached it, it would grow more clear. They were womanly moans and groans, the sound of a female writhing in pleasure and enjoying herself. Ruby would likely even recognize the voice just from the groans as Weiss Schnee's voice, as she was on all fours like a bitch in heat. In a cavern, Weiss was being mounted by a Grimm. Behind her, mounting her and plowing her pussy with a massive and long cock was a Grimm. Weiss' face was contorted in pure pleasure and bliss, her moans echoing through the chamber as the Grim fucked her roughly, its cock slamming into her like a piston.

The road to Mariejois blurred slightly in Robin's memory. It had all started when their ship ran afoul of a marine convoy; a flotilla of warships and a collection of high-ranking officers escorting a prison ship en route to Enies Lobby. They were badly outnumbered, and Robin wasn't certain what happened to the rest of the crew as the Sunny had taken a severe hit that had thrown her into the ocean early in the fight. Someone had to have fished her out of course, Robin was a pirate after all, or that would have been the end. Still though she had been grateful to be alive waking up in the brig of a marine warship next to their crew's navigator - wearing a pair of shackles too, hadn't exactly been pleasant. Nami hadn't been able to add much to her account of the fight. Robin suspected she'd opted for discretion over valor, as she often did, and left the other Straw Hats to bear the brunt of it. The last she'd seen of their crew was a glimpse of the monster trio scattering marines by the dozen, though more had replaced them. Then something had struck Nami from behind, leaving her out cold until she awoke in the same brig. Robin hadn't exactly relished going back to Enies Lobby. In fact the place brought back a whole host of harrowing memories, though as ever the infamous Ohara had remained outwardly stoic. Still she had faith in her crew, and did not imagine that they would abandon her or Nami to Impel Down. After all their captain had broken in before, he could do it again. In contrast to Robin's composed stoicism her younger crew mate had complained often and loudly at every available opportunity. Taking every chance to frustrate their captors, pointing out their hypocrisy at every opportunity. She had never forgotten the way the marines had left her home island under Arlong's heel, and never forgiven them for conspiring with him. Then things had taken a darker turn. One of the Tenryubito had noticed the pair on the infamous judicial island, apparently thinking they would make interesting slaves for his son. If a Tenryubito decided that a mere human was their slave that was what they became. Even a pair of famous, wanted criminals could have their trials suspended indefinitely to satisfy a world noble's whims. The next thing they knew Robin and Nami were en route to the Red Line. Marejois had been strange. A place of extreme duality. Where the Tenryubito lived in incomparable opulence, and their slaves, who outnumbered them many times over, might fare little better than pets. Indeed that was in fact how many of the World Nobles thought of 'mere' humans. Pets to be bought, branded - as Robin and Nami had been - owned, sold, disciplined, tormented, played with; it didn't matter. They were wholly subject to their owners' whims. Robin had never been a coward, indeed she was known for her oft-unflappable demeanor and sheer nerve, but the thought of being a World Noble's property made her stomach drop. The tall, raven haired archeologist glanced over at Nami, wondering how her crewmate felt though the glowering look on the voluptuous navigator's scowling face did little to hide her outrage. Robin's own expression was a little more inscrutable, but like Nami she did not look entirely pleased with her situation. She was at least getting used to the constant, draining presence of the kairoseki in her slave-collar. Had Robin been with the crew at the time their current attire might have reminded her of Nami's 'dancing girl,' outfit, procured for her by Sanji during the crew's sojourn in Alabasta. Though in both their cases the attire they wore now left rather less to the imagination. Robin's was primarily accented in blue, her crewmate's in red. Both women were led by chain-link halters connected to their collars by a guard, while two more guards flanked them as they were brought to their first audience with their new owner.

Michael was a young man coming of age, aged 16. As a son of one Tenryubito, he lived a life of luxury and had never wanted for anything. He had been taught he was superior to all others, being a descendant of a Tenryubito meant having divine blood and divine right to rule over the commoners of the world. He had never left Mariejois for the city was perfect for him. The beauty of the mansions and the city itself...why would he want to soil himself by having to travel outside such a wonderful city? Michael himself was tall and of average weight, with short brown hair, tanned skin, and hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He was in the foyer, surrounded by a library with a fire crackling in a nearby mantel. His father had told him that today, he would get his first slaves - two whores for him to do with as he pleased. He was excited and eager to make sure these whore commoners understood their place. As the girls were led into the foyer by the guards, Michael took a sip of his coffee and stood up to go inspect them. His eyes wandered over their forms, barely covered by their garments. He nodded his head as he circled them, first approaching Nami. She seemed fiery...rebellious...it would be fun to break this slut in. He gave her ass a hard spank, checking its firmness as he nodded his head in approval. He then stepped over towards Robin...she seemed more docile, at least for now. No telling how she would react going forward but he would make sure she understood she was nothing more than a whore for him to use at his pleasure. He gave her ass a spank as well, feeling her up as he nodded again. They both seemed to pass his "inspection." "These whores will do nicely, Father knows how to pick good ones," Michael stated with a chuckle to the guards as he returned to his seat, taking another sip of coffee before looking them over again. "I will say though....I don't think whorish commoner deserve to wear such fine clothes...they haven't earned that right yet. Guards, strip them." He commanded the peons with a grin as he took another sip, eager to see the entirety of his new slaves' bodies laid bare before him.

Myron knew what he was getting himself into once he stepped inside of the Breeding center, but he was rather nervous about it still. This was his first day on the job, but he was sure that he would be fine. "Hello? Mr Berry?" He called out as soon as he walked in; the lobby was empty, but then an older man came from the back. "Ahh, you must be Myron! Welcome!" The man greeted the young man, patting him on the back. The man was muscular and pretty manly despite being a breeder. "Glad you could make it, I hope that you'll be able to keep up with everything." He laughed, leading Myron to the back room. The backyard was wide and spacious, and the Pokemon were out and about. "This place is really amazing sir," Myron said truthfully; there was a stable off to the side where all of the equipment was.

As a Venusaur comes over to sniff you, the old man receives a phone call. "Ah, damn," he mutters, listening. "I have to go; just make sure to fill up all the feeding troughs with the right kind of food, and everything should be fine until I get back." He says, hurrying away. The Venusaur nudges your leg, and you start to pick up a sweet, musky male scent.

We finally made it into Beacon!" Mahogany grunted out every couple of words with a rough thrust from her body against the teammate and childhood friend she was currently cramming her cock into. Mahogany was currently on her knees on one of the new four beds in their dorm, sitting up behind her best friend who she had on her hands and knees, pumping away at the taller woman eagerly and rather casually. Mahogany was of an average height unlike her towering friend, her body toned with glorious abs and decently shaped arms. The girl's small b-cup tits bounced lightly as her body pounded itself against the other girl's backside with a thickfapeach time the two connected, and her own tiny ass jiggled ever so slightly with each thrust as well. "It's a bit more... Ngh! Friendly than... Unph! I thought... Agh!" The girl ran her fingers through her messy, spiked out red hair that dropped back downward to neck level in the back with more flared strands at the top, wiping some sweat from her brow in the process as she grinned wildly. 'Friendly' in the sense of how it sounded, such a prestigious school, Mahogany assumed all the students would be too detached to really make any real friends. Like any old school though, she saw cliques and groups other than just one team hanging out, and their other two teammates weren't the worst either! Sure one excused herself as Mahogany and her best friend Jade just started explosively fucking one another all of a sudden when they all got their stuff in, but the other was curious enough to watch! Even if the two were completely ignoring her as they talked among each other. Mahogany's most prominent, surprising feature was currently twitching like mad in Jade's tight pussy. The dark red headed girl had a cock, a nicely sized cock at that at a decent seven inches. The thing was... She wasn't a Faunus! Faunus women were born with dicks, they had entirely the body of a female, pussy and all, but just above they all sported a cock without balls and despite that Mahogany was human, she was born the same way! That... Advantage... Of hers was currently being buried over and over again into Jade's tight cunt as she grasped her hips and plowed into her recklessly while the two talked casually. "There's lots of... Ngh cute girls here too!" Mahogany moaned out as she humped faster, her teeth gritting as her cock started to tremble inside. "Fuck-gonna-cum!" The girl dribbled out swiftly to the point it came out as one word before she slammed her hips to Jade's ass and cried out, eyes rolling back as she bared her teeth widely. Mahogan's cock swelled as she suddenly let out a thick shot of spunk right in her, followed by another, and then another. Mahogany groaned out and cursed through her teeth as she unloaded, spurting gobs of cum into her friend as she gripped her hips tightly and spilled her seed right inside. Only a few spurts in and Jade's pussy was overflowing, Mahogany growled as she pulled her cock out and jerked out her last few shots, impressive ropes of hot spunk streaked up Jade's back as the redhead aimed for her, splashing against her ass as well before she finished. At the same time, her spasming pussy spilled her cumming juices down her thin thighs. The thing about futas, however, was that their sex drive was insane. Just one cumshot did little to satisfy a futanari, and as such, even after just cumming Mahogany's dick didn't lose an ounce of hardness. She wasn't done yet.

Jade's complexion was a creamy white almost a pale yellow in someways. Her appearance was rather oriental by nature. Hair done up in two buns, green hair. A long slender torso giving way to two massive melons hanging from her chest. They hung at a good D cup, and were marked with two pale pink areolas and erect nipples, her arms and legs were long making her figure seem elongated and elegant. Her thighs were slightly thick as they led down towards some delicate forelegs with some dainty looking toes. Jade hugged her legs around her beloved childhood friend, moaning as her body bounced with each thrust Mahogony gave her, as she was skilled at double tasking, while propped up on her elbows as she slides her finger over the screen of her scroll. Her face was rounded and cherubic and her eyes were unusual: one was really pale almost colorless, while the other was a very vibrant teal color. As she looked through her scroll, double tasking in the moment of their sexual exchange. As she bounced back her breasts wobble and wiggle, and she impacts Mahogony back with some returned force, her cunt clenching down on that dick buried in her, "Hmmm this girl's cute... this one's Ohhh she'd be a fun part of our collection... hmmm this one seems like she's got a stick up her ass ~OOMPH~ Ohhh yes right there." She was looking through photo images she'd hacked from various scrolls in the Beacon network, being a genius with a knack for the perverted, the girl was also a faunus, which was noted by the Crane-like tail feathers sprouted from her tail bone. They were white with dark almost black tips. As she was thrust into and enjoyed she groans. "Ahhh this is an awesome School Maho-chan." She groans and begins to ejaculate suddenly splashing the bed beneath her with a spray of cum from her dick, as she groans, "Okay that was fun...hmmmmm

Name Mary Morgenstern Age 17 White Virgin 34 DD Black Hair Gold Eyes 5'8 Mary Morgenstern was not eager at all about starting her last school year. She was not happy to have switched schools yet again. First year through third year she was happy at Armstrong. Relatively creepy, freezing, but stable. She learned how to speak, read, and write Russian, Bulgarian, and German there. Then she was shipped off to Beauxbatons in France. Nice change of pace, gorgeous, and she learned how to speak, read, and write French and Spanish there. She spent her fourth through sixth years there. And now, for whatever reasons she wasn't told, she had to finish up her education at Hogwarts in Scotland. All she had to her name was her school books, school clothes, and a top of the line broom. All she knew was that she had a very wealthy and generous benefactor that she had never ever met before. At least, not that she remembered. She was an orphan, a bastard. Or as the popular term was that mundanes used today...Foster child. She never knew her parents, never met them. She didn't know she was the bastard daughter of the most feared Dark Wizard of all time, Lord Voldemort. Furthermore, she was hiding alone in her own compartment on the train. What was so humiliating about this whole fucking thing was that she had to be Sorted with the first years. Great way to start off the school year. As if she didn't have a hard enough of a time trying to keep her past and her little abilities hidden. Turning into smoke was one of them. Speaking to snakes was another. She later learned that that ability was called Parseltongue. Turning into shadow was another. That one was fun. Walking through walls was another. All of those abilities tended to freak people out, so she never openly talked about them. She hated the reputation of being the school freak. She got made fun of enough for being the school prodigy.

Draco had been trying to find a private compartment to hide out in until the train arrived in Scotland, but what he wasn't expecting when he opened the door to the compartment, hoping it was unoccupied, was the busty teenager that was actually seated inside. "Sorry... I thought this was empty," he told her as he turned to leave again, but he couldn't get her boobs out of his mind. When he turned to leave, he decided against it and turned back to look at her. "Are you okay? You seem lost in thought." He spoke, not knowing who she was or why she was going to Hogwarts when she was definitely old enough to be finishing her schooling off at whatever school she had been in before for her first six years.

Erisa Naiyomostly tended to Stormtroopers. Occasionally it was others if there was an accident or someone had a fever, but mostly it was those who were in combat on the ground. Not a lot of people came back in for treatment after a fight that was in space, after all. She was decently well liked - good at her job, always warm and wholehearted in her support of the First Order, and talented at remembering the designated numbers of all the Stormtroopers she saw. Her uniform, a very light grey with a baby blue medic's symbol underneath the First Order symbol on the sleeve, was always clean, pressed, and fitted to her form appropriately. Admittedly she did often go without her uniform hat but nobody had ever called her out on it. When the doors to the medbay, staffed sparsely by humans and mostly by medical droids, slid open, she assumed it was going to be troopers. It... it was not. His hood had been pulled over his head to help hide the man's face, but Elitha recognized the robes. "That way." They had two private rooms in the back, and that was clearly where he would go. Kylo Ren could not be left among the standard folk, for many reasons. A medical droid was sent over to meet them and relieve the Stormtrooper escort of the unconscious leader because she assumed that he would prefer that to having another human being see him in a weakened state (and see his face), but General Hux, who had strolled in immediately after, put a stop to that. "No. You do it." "Pardon?" It was taken as questioning an order though it wasn't what she meant, and the General fixed her with a stormy and intimidating look until the woman nodded her head took over. The unconscious man was transferred onto a bed - a healing pod was standard but she couldn't help but think of the temperament he was known for and ended up fetching the lighter, less restrictive portable monitoring equipment. She fetched her uniform cap while this was done, determined to look the way she was supposed to while in the company of someone so prestigious, and then set to work. His wounds were cleaned and a droid applied the necessary patching to his face. Erisa had a steady touch and had done it before, but facial work was best left to the mechanically perfect hands of the droid. More needed to be done on the deeper and more concerning abdominal wound. A combination of different treatments would ensure that the wound healed as flexibly as possible. His helmet was placed reverently near the unconscious man on a small table,and then she stepped out to check on other patients in the bay, taking another brief moment to water small lotus-esque pink flower in a glass pot that had been with her since she'd set foot on theSupremacy. It was from her home planet and she had taken careful care of it to make sure it stayed bright and beautiful. She kept it with her in the medbay because she thought the little burst of color would help those who came in sick or injured to the main space. It certainly helped her, but that was because it symbolized more than just home for Erisa. It was a reminder of how much better things were with the First Order, even when things seemed dark, dangerous, and potentially problematic. There was law to be brought, lives would be made better. Hesitating by the small screen that held all of his vital information, she pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear and let her eyes drift down to the face of the man who she had only ever seen from an immense distance while in the mask. He wasn't what she expected. Honestly, Erisa wasn't sure what she expected, but it wasn't him. This was just the face of a man. She understood why he would wear the mask. It wasn't like he couldn't have inspired without it and it definitely wasn't like she was any less in awe of him now, seeing the man instead of the symbol he'd become. Face hidden or not he was still the one they called Jedi Killer, he was the one some said he could fight an entire squad of Stormtroopers by himself. And yet he just... looked like a man. All that strength was hidden inside of him, at least now when he was unconscious and under her care.

The air is cold and harsh against his face as it sweeps through the bereft forest. But he continues on, pushing through the coarse thicket as the pale snow creaks beneath his feet. Around him, slender frames of darkened timber dot the landscape, protruding from the frosty floor and extending endlessly into a starless night. A girl stands to meet him, her light unwavering. His hand is hot as he raises his own, chaotic light. It ignites angrily, burning red with the hatred that festers inside him. He wants to kill her. To reduce her to nothing and leave her in the same state as the lifelessness that surrounded them. His weight is heavy on his back leg as he drives himself through her effortlessly. The sharp pain in his chest begins to dull as he finds himself peering into his own eyes. Now, he feels nothing. The dullness is paralyzing as he falls from an elevated catwalk. As he falls, he sees a face. The girl from the forest. She shines so bright he can hardly see. He scrambles desperately, reaching and grasping at her light as he descends deeper and deeper into darkness. With a ragged inhale, Kylo Ren's eyes flitted open to an obnoxious light. His sight was cloudy, steadily adjusting to the intense brightness that filled the private room he rested in. Raising a shaky hand to shield his recovering sight, a familiar shape became visible behind the blinding light. The shape of a girl. Instinctively, his palm shot forward violently, knocking the small medical flashlight out of her hand as he did so. As he squeezed, he could hear the rattling of the various tools and instruments in the med bay as they elevated from the sleek surfaces they had rested on. He could hear the choked sounds from his tormentor as her wavy, brunette hair became visible to him. He noticed the pale skin of her face and the slender frame of her body and he exerted more strength. It was only when he'd pulled her close enough to touch that he recognized the insignia on her shirt. In an instant, the room they shared behaved as if it'd just discovered the existence of gravity. The expensive and intricate instruments crashed onto the sterile floor eagerly as Ren released the medic who'd been monitoring his condition. As he scanned the room, his hand moved over his face, fingertips pressing against the tender wound that cracked along his angular visage. His attention shifted immediately to his mask, which sat atop a small table beside him. As he rose from the bed, his swift ascent was slowed by the sharp pain in his side that forced a grimace to shape his solemn expression. He turned away from the girl beside him as he collected himself. "Where is this ship headed?" his voice sounded with the unnerving calmness characteristic of a Knight of Ren. "The girl and the traitor. Where are they?" Ren's attention finally shifted to his nurse, his piercing eyes narrowing in on the girl whom he'd awoken to. Her light grey uniform wrapped her petite frame neatly. Her hair, only slightly disheveled from his earlier reaction, was tucked behind the matching hat designated to medical staff. Unlike much of what surrounded her, her face seemed to glow with a particular aspiration he'd not seen aboard the Supremacy in a long while. "What is your name?" His appearance mimicked the ambiguity of his mask well, but there was a hint of intrigue even he could not conceal as he studied the young medic before him.

Princess Amalas of the house of the Silver Tree should be, like most ladies of her station, at home learning the ways of court and galactic politics. Instead she found herself in a dank, dark and generally unsavoury prison cell. The walls, ceiling and floor were cold to the touch, condensation heavy along the smooth surfaces, at least where there wasn't grime. It was cold, but not deadly cold, just uncomfortable, almost worse than freezing to death would end this game. Amalas was not on the cot, the cells only bit of furniture. She was not curled up, huddled for warmth and whimpering like a mewling kitten. No, she was doing push ups against the cold wet floor. The Elven woman's eyes regarded the door as she worked out, her sharp, slightly narrow face beading with sweat, despite the frigid air. Her blue, almost grey eyes had an odd, indescribable quality to them, just enough to mark her as inhuman... if the pointed ears poking through her long silver braids wasn't enough of a give away. Course in this galaxy, not being human was hardly unusual, even if the empire favoured them. After another dozen or so repetitions, Amalas stopped, rising to a sitting position. Her outfit a close fitting set of yoga pants and a tight sports top clung tight, the only clothes she had right now. It was hardly fair to be attacked in her own workout room, but she was winded and didn't have the strength to fight off five of them, though she was sure to give three of them broken noses at the very least. She smiled at that thought though winced slightly as she felt the bruise against her toned stomach ache, the only marring on her perfectly smooth abs. The princess looked to the door again and cleared her throat loudly and obnoxiously with a couple of coughs. "Excuse me!" Her call was accented and rich, giving tell to her privileged upbringing. "Room service, if you'd be so kind. I'm quite peckish right now!" She seemed so polite, of course she would kick any guard that came in, but that's their fault for holding her hostage.

She was a prize in more ways than one, and Kren, a ruthless Feeorin, knew it when he had her captured. He would demand a large ransom for her, after he had his fun with the little elf, and then perhaps keep her even after the ransom was paid, if it ever was. The Feeorin criminal lord was a little-known criminal but had a large enough base on this planet to hold some power and have a following of men. He planned on making her his prized whore, and would get many warm nights with her. He had already seen her once, after she had been bound, and had given her a good squeeze on her soft mounds. A luscious bounty indeed, he would let his men rough her up a little before he had his fun. Her current guard was a Houk, a large beefy race of aliens, known for their brutality and lack of humor. He clomped his way over in heavy boots, clothed in dirty pants and a loose-fitting sleeveless shirt, he glared down at the elf girl who found herself amusing. "Oh, you think you're amusing do you? Well If you're so hungry then I got something you can choke on!" He said with a growl, glaring down at her, and opened the cell she was in, careful to not let her run past. "Boss said we could warm you up for him. I think I'll do just that. Been a while since I got my pole wet, a feisty little elf seems perfect." He said, closing the cell locked behind him as he moved in on her, reaching out for her petite throat and ready to slam her hard in the gut if she fought back too much.

Two 'galactic' community's were formed in the milky way galaxy, the two were called the Citadel Council races or something like that, and the United Galactic Confederacy, each of these communities acted as the main government of sorts, both were equally a pile of shit. These two government's had yet to meet, but that would change as an incident occurred. You see at some point a former member species of the Citadel Council, the Quarians had been exiled, why you may wonder? Well they went and accidentally created a semi-artificial intelligence, which was illegal by Councils laws; soon a war broke out as the Quarians fought their creations, the Geth, the war would be later called the Morning War, and the Quarians lost it and were forced to flee on whatever ships they had. Centuries pass and the Quarians are now forced to live in skin tight environment suits, have weekend immune systems, and were basically in a less proper term, up shit creek without a paddle... Until a desperate attempt by their Admirals led them to open, a mass relay which was something floating in space, connecting to other systems and the such. It allowed space ships to travel extremely fast in somewhat normal space... So the poor Quarians encountered the UGC, on the other side of said relay contact was made, and it was peaceful, the Quarians were allowed to station there fleet on the second planet (Harvest), of the current system they were in. Whilst relief was being given to the poor race, the relay had activated again, this time another fleet appeared, which was being commanded by a race of avian based metal aliens, called Turians they were angry, why you may wonder? Apparently it was illegal to open mass relays, and they attacked the first planet in the system (Shanix) in what would become the First Contact War. This was due in part to the fleets commanding officer, coming to the conclusion that UGC had opened the relay. Though eventually the conflict would end in a uneasy peace, and that's how the two galactic governments met, all because of one race. Years would pass and many things would happen as each government kept their distance, minorly interacting. Menta Shepard Steele sighed, as she looked at the page. Her dull silver grayish Kaithrit ears twitched in annoyance. "I was just trying to watch porn!" She exclaims, as she brushed her dull silver grayish bangs. Her amber eye's and slitted pupils locked on the screen. She shifted in her seat a bit causing her assets to jiggle a bit as her meat below grew slowly erect. "C'mon i know can get out of this, get back to my porn. Don't need all this history crap." You couldn't tell while Menta sat down, but she was actually pretty tall. Like six foot five tall. "Wonder what sis is doing in the lab." She grumbles to herself.

Meena, the more docile of the two, was busy in her personal lab. She was a hard worker, helpful and very smart, but while she seemed to be more under wraps than her sister, she hid quite the ferocious libido. And that "mask" she wore of being a bit more above it all didn't allow her to callously watch porn when she wanted; instead, she had to find other ways, while busy, to keep herself from indulging too heavily. And so, she managed to weasel a deal from her father's company that her research required an assistant and got herself a temporary intern. She was quite the smarty, and seemed to suffer from something similar. So, using both of their knowledges, they were progressing somewhat well on a project related to the capabilities of common androids. Upgrading their basic systems or the such. Of course, it wasn't always work, and today was one of those days. The gray-haired, golden-eyed Kaitri was sat in a chair while Meena worked on logistics for her progress. Meanwhile, under the desk, Meena's assistant - a cute little human girl around 5'7 with modest assets - was working on some "under the table" deals. Quite literally as Meena shifted every so often in her chair, a very light film of blush on her face as the intern was doing her job - helping Meena with her "lower" problems. As Meena's fingers and eyes work on the computer, the intern's mouth was very much busy giving her a very specific massage. As the human girl's mouth wraps around the kaithrit's cock, Meena makes no noticeable differences in her movement. Even as the human mouth takes more and more of it into her throat. Even though the intern was inexperienced before being hired, Meena managed to convince her and now she was quite good at this. It was to the point she could swear the girl had a fetish for being under a desk of someone in charge of her. For some time Meena continued working with the paperwork. The faint smell of the human girl's arousal meets her nose. "Ooh...That's it...We're almost done," she whispers encouragingly. She speeds up, trying to work more efficiently as her pink-haired intern more efficiently takes her cock. For minutes it goes on, her cock being teased and milked as she starts gliding through the paperwork and digital entries. She manages to finish barely moments before one of her hands reaches down and pulls her face against Meena's crotch and cums hard into the girl's mouth. With a relieved sigh as her intern is drinking and cleaning up, she wraps up and sends the papers down and leans back in her chair, silently enjoying her pink-haired slu-intern cleaning up. Her thoughts silently thank the heavens or whatever out there that her sister didn't like being in the laboratory or she'd have to give up this selfish pleasure of hers.

It was great day for a certain black haired, ending in red tips haired girl. Why? Well it had to do with the fact she had gotten accepted in Beacon Academy, the girl had desires and wants that she could fulfill at the academy; Such as being a hero, or building a harem of sexy girls, in the end it would be great. Now who was this girl with black hair ending in red tips, well she was Ruby Akala Rose, an amnesiac demon or demoness, and former human girl, as for how she looked she was pale in her skin tone, was well built, with a soft and curvy body, whilst being toned, a visible six pack on her. She was tall around six foot one when not wearing heels, in short she was beautiful eighteen year-old, well with one difference she had dick and balls, though most humans didn't know about it she kept it hidden pretty well. Yawning the demoness plopped her naked self down on her large bed, her chest moving up and down with each breath, she was waiting for her girlfriend to arrive, she wanted to tell her the news.

Winter was just outside the door to their home. She was hoping to hear some good news from Ruby when she got in. "Ruby, I'm home," she called out. But there was no response. So she decided to check the room and found her girlfriend lying on their large bed completely naked. Winter licked her lips a bit. "I'm assuming everything went well?" she asked. Usually Ruby would be in the mood when she had some good news.

Ginny Weasley had spent the entire day in a panic, but nobody could blame her for that. The previous day she had finally finished brewing a potion she had been working on for weeks. It was supposed to be a potion to make her more attractive, slim her down, make her skin smoother and softer, make her just a little taller, maybe push her up a cup size and give her a little more perkiness. Well, things hadn't exactly gone according to plan. At first it had seemed to be working flawlessly; Ginny had felt her skin becoming softer to the touch, felt her hair becoming smoother and silkier, even felt her bra and blouse getting a bit tighter. But then she had felt something else getting tighter, much tighter. In a panic, Ginny raised up her skirt in order to see the rapidly growing bulge in her panties, and on pulling them aside, she squealed in horror at the sight of a very thick cock pushing out from her crotch just above her pussy. She'd had to deal with that all day in classes, having used a spell to adjust her panties, carefully tucking the cock inside so it didn't become visible beneath her skirt, though it meant her new cock had been getting rubbed the entire day. Even worse was that the other minor changes to her body had been earning her new looks and compliments, people noticing that something was different without being able to put their finger on it, but Ginny had been doing her best to ignore them until classes were over and she could seek out the help she needed, though even that wasn't a simple matter. Hermione was rarely alone in the corridors after all, but after dinner the 7th year girl was finally alone, finally not being accompanied by Harry and Ron. "Hermione!" Ginny dashed down the corridor after her, gasping as the extra movement caused quite a bit of rubbing against her cock, causing the limp beast to stir slightly. "Hermione wait, please! I need...I need your help!" Ginny glanced around, making sure they were absolutely alone, before grabbing Hermione's wrist and tugging her through a nearby door into an empty classroom, quickly shutting the door behind them, using her wand to lock it. "Sorry...sorry Hermione I just....this is...you can't tell anyone about this ok? But I don't know who else I can turn to for help...." Ginny took a few deep breaths, slowly turning to face Hermione, before reaching down and grasping her skirt, slowly lifting it up to reveal her bulging panties. "I...kind of had an accident with a potion...." Ginny's face was as red as her hair, and being looked at like this wasn't helping, causing her cock to stir and move within the panties, Ginny whimpering and shivering as her panties started to get even tighter as her cock shifted and very slowly started to grow.

Hermione was not sure where she was going. That is to say, she was undecided. With a rare evening of free time to herself, she was walking slowly and pondering whether to visit the library, perhaps get ahead with homework, or even have an early night while she had the opportunity. And so she was puzzled but not bothered when Ginny came running up to her and herded her into an empty classroom, in need of some help. Since she had no plan yet anyway, it wasn't a problem to help her friend out right now. Though she noted Ginny looked different. Not just her panicked expression, but it looked like she'd had her hair done, and lost weight. Or perhaps not, her chest looked bigger rather than smaller. As Ginny explained her need for help, and also secrecy, Hermione was already reassuring her. "Of course, Ginny. Though I don't know what..." Her voice trailed off as Ginny revealed her problem. At first she was confused, taking a moment to register what she was seeing. But once she realised what it was, she quickly averted her gaze, colour rising in her cheeks. "Oh, oh my." she said. "I must say I haven't read anything about this... particular side effect. However, physical changes aren't unheard of as side effects to potions. Usually the effects are only temporary." Her curiosity was getting the better of her now though, and she wanted to know more about it. "Is it... is it fully functioning?" she said, turning her gaze back to Ginny's bulge. "I can do some research, but I suppose first I need to take a close look and see what we are dealing with." Hermione stepped up to Ginny and knelt down, eye-level with the bulge, and gestured for her to drop her panties.

Asuka Langley Soryu wasn't entirely sure what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in the cockpit of her Evangelion, she was in combat, an Angel that used some kind of weird energy attack against her. Like she'd done many times before she had focused energy into her AT field in order to defend herself, but something unusual had happened. When the energy had struck her field it seemed to react somehow, some kind of strange rip appearing in the air, like a rip in the fabric of reality itself that had grown and swallowed her up in a flash of light. After that Asuka remembered nothing but strange flashes, glimpses of places radically different from Tokyo-3 that lasted only an instant, long enough to know they were there but not long enough to commit any detail to memory. She'd lost track of how long that had gone on for, until finally she had found herself here, and wherever here was it most certainly wasn't Tokyo-3. As Asuka slowly sat up, groaning as she rubbed at her head, she glanced around to find herself sitting in a puddle of LCL on the top of a large rock. Her surroundings were anything but city like, infact it didn't look like there was any signs of civilisation in any direction. She could see jungles, mountains, even what looked like a volcano in the distance, smoke billowing from the top menacingly. The sounds didn't sound like the tranquil birds and small animals she was used to, no, all she could hear were distant roars and thundering bellows that sounded more like they were from some kind of monster than any animal she'd ever encountered. "Wh-what? Where am I...?" Asuka slowly got down from the rock, wincing slightly, the skintight plugsuit offered little protection against the rough, gravely ground she now found herself on. Even worse this place was extremely hot and extremely humid, and the plugsuit simply wasn't meant to handle this kind of temperature, meaning she was hotter than hell. Unfortunately taking the plugsuit off wasn't exactly an option given that it was the only thing she was wearing. "Ok...stay calm girl. Just stay calm. If I stay around here someone's bound to come looking for me and find me...right?" She took a slow, deep breath to try and calm herself, looking around again to try and spot something, anything, that seemed even remotely familiar.

Emerging from a nearby tree line would be something Asuka would at least recognize. It was a man...or something that looked like one at least. Tall and lanky, with quite a lot of hair. He had tanned skin, long and flowing brown hair and was quite muscular and in shape. In his hands he held what appeared to be a rudimentary spear with a stone tip and a large club carved out of wood. It was now very clear she wasn't in Tokyo anymore. As the man emerged from the treeline, Asuka would notice something else as well. He wasn't wearing any clothes. This revealed his form fully to her, including his rather large but unerect cock. It was much larger than anything she had glimpsed so far in her life. He circled around her, curious at her. She could make a break for it if she tried, but he was eyeing her, the way a hunter eyed its prey....He licked his lips hungrily...but more in a lustful manner than one of real hunger. He motioned for her to approach him, grunting at a spot on the ground in front of him. It seemed he only knew rudimentary communication.

Nico, Maki, and Nozomi awoke in chains. The last thing they each remembered was that they were on their way home from school together - Nozomi accompanying Nico and Maki since Eli had stayed home sick - when they felt a tingling, shocking sensation, rendering them unconscious. They each had vague memories and images of what happened after: being dragged, put inside a vehicle of some sort, stars racing by outside, and now arriving somewhere and being herded down a ramp by large, masked men. "It's finally happened." Nico whispered to the others, "Nico-ni has become so popular some creepy stalkers have kidnapped her!" "Now's not the time for that," Maki hissed. "I have a bad feeling about this." Nozomi murmured, hushing the others as they noted the fact Nozomi's intuition was usually correct. They huddled close and shuffled along, their wrists and ankles cuffed. The men escorting them had some sort of weapons, so they daren't resist. As they reached the end of the corridor and emerged into a large, grand chamber, they saw all manner of aliens. Immediately apparent that they were aliens, they couldn't be anything else. Most noticeable of all was the large slug-like alien creature sitting atop a podium or throne of sorts. "We've actually been abducted by aliens." Nozomi said, her tone one less of surprise and more of knowing acceptance. "At least it seems they want us alive." The three girls clung to each other, frightened and fascinated at the same time, as they awaited whatever fate had in store for them.

Jabba had been told about the arrival of some new possible slaves today. He was eager to see them as he had just fed some rebellious slaves to his Rancor. As the girls were brought in, Jabba's feline eyes peered at them, examining their forms and bodies and letting out a guttural laugh as his tail slapped excitedly against his dais. His fat rolls gleamed in the light with his slime and drool; his fat tongue hanging from his mouth and globs of his saliva falling onto his fat rolls. After his brief inspection, he bellowed out some words to the man who had brought them in. A droid stepped forward and offered the man three collars with chain leashes attached to him. In his guttural language that the girls couldn't understand, he ordered him to strip the girls and put the collars on them.

As the battlefield roared around with the fury of the fire that was spreading everywhere, Salome could only limp around in search for an unlikely escape. The conflagration wasn't her doing, so perhaps it was an accident or maybe some desperate defense against the threat, but it had turned the fields into a living hell. Not that it was any better before, as the pompous bastard who hired all the mercenaries he could get his paws on didn't tell the truth about the enemy they were going to face. That bunch of soldiers of fortune were supposed to stop a bandit raid, something that wasn't supposed to pose a challenge to those ruthless warriors of ill repute that Salome counted herself among. The truth was far from that, since not only the foe weren't bandits, but they weren't there to stop anything, just to offer a distraction and buy time for the noble who hired them to run with his riches. Salome had faced many foes in her short life as a mercenary, she was a mountain of a woman, her well-sculpted body a testimony to her devotion to be the best, to stand tall above any judgment others could make of the clanswoman. But no amount of fighting talent, experience or skill would help her against the foe they were presented with. As soon as they saw the Necrophage swarm appear behind the hill, they knew that it wasn't a fight they could win, and now it was just a matter of delaying them long enough to save their own skin. Amidst the chaos that ensued, a sudden fire gave the swarm some pause, even if it was just with the smoke hampering the visibility of the necrodrones chittering and buzzing above, festering the fields with their caustic poison. Salome had managed to kill a few foragers that marched ahead of the main swarm, but not without paying the price, as her body now exhibited half a dozen cuts and a couple of acid burns. Nothing lethal, not yet, but that was only if she didn't catch the plague and was already marked for death. Her force of will kept her moving, her mighty body walking despite the injuries, at least until she fell into one of the irrigation trenches that nourished the now burning fields. Crawling along the trench to keep herself safe from being spotted by the swarm, away from the deadly fire, Salome dragged herself through dirt and mud, her prodigious strength slowly fading as she felt more and more feverish. Were they the injuries or perhaps the plague, she didn't know, but she wasn't going to die there, not like that, not that day. The trench guided her to the river it fed from, her only way to escape that inferno. Holding onto a broken board that were part of the leaking dam that controlled the flow of water into the trench, Salome threw herself into the river, allowing it to take her downstream away from that madness. The will to live, the desire to get revenge upon the lord that had made a fool, a sacrificial pawn of her was the only thing keeping her awake as she drifted down the current, but she couldn't keep herself conscious forever. When the smoke column was gone from the view, and the buzzing swarm was nothing more than a memory that would plague her nightmares, Salome ended up aground in a river bend when the board got stuck in some water lilies. The wounded, feverish, barely conscious woman managed to drag herself into land, her clothes in tatters and completely unarmed. Maybe if she rested just a bit she could walk again, maybe if she rested a bit she would be just fine... Salome's dark purplish eyes closed, her red mane of hair stuck to her by mud and water, as her body had finally given up and spent every little bit of energy it could muster.

A lone figure strode through the rolling hills into the mouth of a great valley as day broke, her silhouette obscured by a hood and long cape draped over wide pauldrons. A cold wind pulled at the leather cloak to reveal modest brown robes, rattling the hidden chainmail and bringing with it the stench of soot and cinders. She turned to its source, spotting the pillars of smoke reaching to the skies in the distance and the body that lay on the shore of the river that flowed down from the burning fields. Heeding the call to action, she moved to bring the mercy her sect was so known for, praying that it would be bringing healing instead of digging a grave. A sigh of relief came as she checked the strained woman's pulse, however weak it was. With heavy exertion, she pulled the woman onto drier soil and began removing her drenched clothing to examine her wounds. An examination that revealed quite the surprise and distraction between the woman's thick, muscular legs; a shockingly large penis. A blush formed beneath her bandana mask as she pondered how it dwarfed the secretive member hiding beneath her own robes. With a gulp, she pushed aside her curiosity in order to save her. The first step was cleaning her off. A cooking pot filled with river water and a rag from her backpack did the job well enough, but this led to the discovery of something even more peculiar, something the cleric did not share with the injured woman; a vagina hiding beneath her heavy testicles. She bit her lip, steeling herself to focus on the task at hand instead of lewd ponderings. The wounds were strange, they were the marks of claws and insectoid mandibles, not of steel, with burns born not of fire but of caustic venom. The sure signs of Necrophage bites she had only read about in the Abbey. This woman was not long for this world. She dug deeper into her bag, taking out a decorative bottle filled with a golden powder and a bundle of yams. With one hand on the bottle and the other on the woman's chest, she prayed and gave the vegetables as an offering. The bottle glowed, releasing tendrils of golden light that stitched the wounds closed and purged her body of infection and disease. There was only so much her prayers could do for the woman. Even with the plague purged, her skin was too cold and she would die of exposure soon enough without proper care. She needed something to keep the woman warm, but a fire was too risky. If the necrophages spotted them, it would spell death for both of them. Instead, she laid the woman out onto her sleeping bag and removed the plate pauldrons her cloak was attached to. Using her cloak as a blanket, she lay on top of the woman to keep her warm and hoped the chainmail layer in her robes wouldn't be too discomforting for either of them. She had woken up only an hour ago, but prayed that sleep would find her, or that the woman would wake up shortly, as she tried to keep her mind off the hefty member and soft, bountiful breasts she was lying on.

The school was for elite magii only, and for that reason, Amanda Knight was chosen to attend the academy. The first day had gone well with magical orientation, meeting her teachers, and Well, her first assignment. Every student at the academy needed to summon a servant, a being of myth and history from ages long gone, to act not just as a servant but also as a sign of magical gifts. Many attempted to choose powerful legends, seeking to subvert them to their own uses and desires. The redhead was not really different from her peers, except for not really being certain as to which legend she was attempting to summon. In the middle of her runic circle lay the catalyst for her spell, an old and rusted blade, the metal warped and bent almost as if it had been forged like that itself. Wearing a simple white dress shirt and matching black pants, the red-eyed woman looked down at the book she had, remembering the words as she took out a brief momentary breath. There was no rush in this, there was no need to summon immediately Except, what if the legend she was to summon was already summoned? Would she get nothing? Well. Clasping the book shut and resting it down against a nearby table, the woman took a long, slow breath as she focused, feeling her magical circuits flaring to life, the words parting from her slightly painted lips: Silver and iron to the origin. Gem and the archduke of contracts to the cornerstone. ...

Suddenly, the circle began glowing and lightning and magical energy began to source from Amanda's finger tips. The feeling as the Throne of Heroes opens its gates for her. To summon forth her partner as the curtains of her room flutter open and rattle around. The curtains flutter open, a flutter of white rose petals fill the room. A fluttering gust and torrent begin, and soon the magic stops suddenly? Did it fail? Did she not get what she wanted? Then suddenly, a brilliant flash of light comes from the circles center. As the heroic spirit of Nero Claudius, 5th Emperor of Rome, of the Saber Class appears. She sits there in what looks like a beautiful wedding dress. Her hand wrapped around the handle of her sword. The rusted sword has become beautiful and white. As her eyes open, she looks fascinated then stands up walking up towards the girl. "I am Nero Claudius, 5th Emperor of Rome, of the Saber Class are you my beloved Master?" She asks the woman who stands before her readied within her hands a plumage of white roses. Her eyes sparkling with absolute love for the one before her, if you listen carefully, in the background sudden sounds of church bells can be heard.

The city of Mifune wasn't remarkable or had any features that made it stand out from other cities in Japan, making it quite lame and not really a major city of interest for tourists. Still, there were some tourists who came to the city, though the type of them were mostly different. Some would come to see its sights, going on a thorough tour of Japan, while others passing through on their way to more popular cities like Akihabara would stop and shop, and maybe flirt with girls who live here. And unfortunately, the latter was the case with Shiki. It seemed weird things were attracted to her, and so were weird people as well. Admittedly, she stood out rather easily in any crowd, her red jacket and blue kimono creating a discordance between her and the rest of the world. Then again, they may have just been looking for the closest girl to talk to, and she happened to be the closest one, causing them to jump onto her and try to chat her up. She didn't understand much, as they were speaking mostly English, and slipping a few words of Japanese in their sentences where they didn't make sense. She could kind of get an idea of what the one speaking to her wanted though, but wasn't too sure since the moon speak that was coming out of their mouth was completely undecipherable. Unbeknownst to her, while one of them were talking to her, getting her focus and attention, the other one was actively preying on her. Behind her, he had gotten a nice photo of her curves, and how well her kimono revealed the shape of her rear, the outlines of her ass giving the photo a nice shot of how ample and delicious it was. Before long, the guy bent down and slipped it right underneath her, getting a nice shot of her goodies, of how nicely her white panties fitted on her, her sex showing up quite well on it. Despite relying on the crowd to hide them, the two's actions weren't completely hidden. Shiki herself, however, wasn't aware she had become another plaything to be violated. Soon enough, they started to ask her to come. Something interesting, they said, albeit brokenly. Reluctantly, she followed, only if to stop them from floating around her. Following the two, she found herself sandwiched by both of them, with one in front and the other behind. However, it was already just the way it was when she first encountered them, so there wasn't much thought put to it. However, the front guy soon turned left into an alleyway, and Shiki herself followed as well. The guy behind her, now that they were in a narrow alleyway, was actually quite large, almost blocking it completely. All of the alleys here seemed quite the same. She had wandered seemingly aimlessly around the cities many alleys anyways, and through them always found something bizarre or such. Before long, they were completely far from the street, and in the deeper parts of the citie's darker inner heart. Only the unfortunate, the secluded, and the sick wandered around here. There was a weird awful smell as well too. Despite how far in the tourists had bought her, at least one person caught wind of their depraved intent.

Little did Shiki know but the two had been using a type of magic that was slowly but surely making Shiki aroused and needy for desire. By now, she would be starting to feel aroused. They licked their lips as they sandwiched the lithe girl between them. They were both more heavy set and their bodies pressed roughly against her. The one in front of her began to grope at her breasts through her kimono, roughly kneading them and squeezing them through the fabric. The other spanked her ass behind her, groping her rear as he began to kiss up and down her exposed neck, his tongue like a brush on canvas as he nibbled and sucked on her skin before reaching her earlobe and sucking on that as well. And all the while, their bulges were growing in their trousers and pressing up against her ass and thighs.

Chaldea. When the world needed it most, it was there for them. Mostly through thick and thin, the world was saved via a number of magi and servants, all traveling through time via singularities and correcting that which had been set wrong by an enemy most sinister. With said enemy being defeated and time reverting to normal, the magic organization was something of a mess. With the death of its leader and the betrayal from within, as well as the loss of a critical member, The organization was in shambles. But, it was not utterly ruined. Magi did their best to keep the organization flowing smoothly, and with the state of humanity fixed, a few were taking a well-deserved break from the hell that was conflict after conflict with monsters, demons, and servants. This is the story of two of them. Umu! Wake up, Master! Shouted a familiar voice. This is not a good time to be sleeping. You might have saved the world but you've still got some nerve in trying to shirk your duties with me! The woman was a petite one, though robust when one looked at her. Dressed in a small red dress that fit her sumptuously, her blonde hair was braided back with an equally crimson ribbon, and her green eyes shone like emeralds. You promised we would do something fun as well. I didn't know I had such a boring master if this was his idea of entertainment! Rather than a mocking or derisive tone, Nero held a more playful and almost giddy one. To no longer be on the front lines, and to have the chance to get doted on felt like a luxury to the empress in that specific moment. I've also seen the other mages and servants. Quite a few of them seem to be interested in all the chaos, but... With her hands behind her back, she leaned in, her somewhat plunging top revealing even more of her flawless, fair skin and ample cleavage as she winked. But I think we can ignore that all for now, don't you?

Michael Smith was awoken by a rather familiar sound, the sound of his lovely Servant and her angelic voice. He had wanted to sleep in today because of how crazy the past few days had been; even with things resolved, it was still chaotic. The one thing that kept him sane was the presence of his servant, Nero. His hazel eyes slowly opened, running a hand through his short, crew cut brown hair. Like all Magi, he was fit because physical fitness helped magical fitness. "Oh, Nero. Good morning," Michael grinned slightly as he yawned and sat up on his bed, his eyes locking onto her emerald ones. He licked his lips slightly as he heard Nero's teasing tone and her playful smile. He understood what her words and tone meant. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down to the bed so he was laying back down and she was hovering above him, his smile widening. "I think we can...but what fun thing would you like to do, my Empress?" He asked her with his own teasing tone of voice, his nose coming up to gently press against hers, his strong hand slithering down her lithe back, hovering over her bubbly ass and giving it a playful spank, his digits digging into her flesh as he waited to see how she would react.

Ginny Weasley licked her lips and grinned slightly as she looked down at the potion, carefully adding another ingredient, giving it another stir before using her wand to adjust the temperature of the flame beneath the cauldron. "Ok, I think it's just about ready," she said, glancing up at Hermione. The pair had been working on this potion carefully for a week now in secret, it was supposed to make them more beautiful, irresistible to whomever they might desire. Well, that was the description in the old book they had found anyway. Neither of them expected it to be quite so powerful but they were sure it would have at least some minor effects on their looks, enough to maybe boost their confidences a little bit. Besides, they had noticed lately that several of the girls had mysteriously gone up a cup size or two, so it was certain that other students were giving themselves little 'boosts', but this potion would be more of a full package than a simple breast enlargement. "Okay...easy does it," Ginny produced two ladles, handing one to Hermione, then carefully using the other to begin pouring out the potion into several small vials. The potion was only supposed to be temporary so would need to be taken regularly to maintain the effects. Fortunately only a small amount was needed, so it would be easy to fill multiple vials and carry them around without them being noticed. Even better, consuming multiple vials would amplify the effects if taken in quick succession. Eventually Ginny had taken her half of the potion, filling up multiple vials, each now carefully corked except for one, the one she intended to take right away. "Well then...bottoms up?" Ginny held up her vial towards Hermione for a moment, before bringing it to her lips and downing it with a single gulp. "It doesn't actually taste too bad," she licked at her lips, then shivered slightly. "Oooh, feel kind of tingly...and pretty warm...phew." She fanned herself, then shivered again and suddenly let out a moan. "Ooooh!" Ginny suddenly arched her back a little, pushing out her chest and looking down. Before their eyes Ginny's bust was slowly expanding, her bra growing tighter, her blouse pulling more tightly around her chest, until a button suddenly popped off, followed by another, Ginny's breasts swelling two cup sizes before they seemed to settle. "A-ah....oh god...I need...to get a stretchable bra or something...h-heh.." Ginny smirked, then yelped as she suddenly felt a tightness elsewhere as well. "H-huh? What the hell?" Ginny looked down as she felt a tightness in her panties. The girl scrambled to her feet, lifting up her skirt, allowing both girls to watch as her panties bulged and stretched, Ginny whimpering, before the panties could take no more, a loud ripping noise filling the room as the front of her panties burst open, an erect cock being revealed, long and thick....and still growing.

Hermione smiled as Ginny finished the potions. Seeing the other girls going around with 'boosts' to their chests, made something inside her click. She was supposed to be with Ron, but her true crush was right in front of her. Knowing that she could do nothing about it, in the way she wanted to, she added two secret ingredients to her vial that she was supposed to take right now. Adding Mandrake root and a little bit of seaweed from the lake, she smiled as she heard Ginny say "bottoms up," and she drank it down before Ginny could stop her. Smirking, she felt the same, her body heating as she felt her breasts begin to grow. It wasn't enjoyable, but it didn't hurt either. Then came the growth of her cock. Just as large as Ginny's, but hers a bit more intense, as it would be with her forever now. Sure she'd still have her pussy as well, but she wanted this as well. As their cocks stopped growing, and the ripping off panties and buttons popping on blouses, Hermione reached down to her hard throbbing cock. Putting her hands on it, she shivered. "Ah...it's more sensitive than I'd thought," she commented, running her hands along the length of her shaft, feeling the veins and the heat coming from it. She continued to run her hands along it, the feeling too good to stop. "Ah...ahh...it's so intense! I can't....I can't stop!" Hermione said as her hands kept moving as if on autopilot. Seeing the tip of her cock start to drip pre-cum, her eyes rolled slightly. She felt the release building, but she couldn't get herself over the edge by herself. "G...Ginny! Help me! Do something!" she said, looking at her friend with a small smirk on her face. This was the beginning of the end for Ginny, for as soon as she was able, Hermione would claim what she'd always wanted since First year: Ginny.

Michael was a merc working a security job protecting a bunch of archaeologists on a dig site. He was a very unique human: tall, large, and strong. Humans had been modding their genes for generations, and he himself was one of the select few chosen when he joined the Alliance, making him one of the fastest and strongest warriors in the galaxy. Now, Michael was showing that strength and virility to a certain Asari called Liara. He had her bent over a guard rail like a bitch in heat, her research top torn open at the front, her blue breasts molding against the cold guard rail as her bubbly blue ass was also exposed to him. His massive cock was pushing its way into her tight, womanly, and wet cunt; his hips slapping against her ass and making it jiggle with every thrust as he let out moans and groans. His massive rod wasn't even fully in her yet, but already his bulbous tip was pressing at her cervix. Yet at the same time, he was playing with her clitoris, rubbing it rapidly and squeezing it between his digits gently. "So, how is it? Your first human cock... you're going to become addicted, aren't you?" He chuckled as he licked up her exposed neck, nibbling and sucking on a spot to mark her with a hickey before tilting her head to the side and pressing his lips up affectionately against her own, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain entrance to her mouth.

Liara moaned in many whorish tones, she had not expected this outcome. Ever since humans had made their presence known in the galaxy, the Asari archaeologist had found herself entranced by humans. Maybe it was due to their odd technology, a mix of their own with minor use of Mass Effect based tech, they really made a lot of issues when they first appeared. She let out a cry of pleasure, her Asari azure tightening around the meaty shaft. She was getting closer to her climax. She tried to keep her mind composed and together, why did she find this human so attractive? Was it because he was human? On the other hand, was it because of his form? No It had to be because of his personality, so strong and handsome. So kind and caring. Goddess! ~ Liara cried out, her butt jiggled widely as his continued to slap against her butt. It only added to her pleasure she felt, her eyes were starting to water as each thrust to her cervix brought her closer to her edge. Slowly, but surely she could not really feel anything but pleasure at this moment. It was only when Michael kissed her did she feel the gravity of what was going on.

Naoto Shirogane had finally settled into a somewhat regular life. The murder case of the last year was over and done with, now finally behind her and all of the new friends she had made as a result. Now all she had to do was sit back and relax, enjoying a mostly normal school life. Oh sure she still helped out the police now and again, but in a town like this there weren't exactly a lot of things for the police force to do, certainly nothing so intense that they required additional assistance. Still, that worked out well enough since it meant Naoto got to enjoy spending time with the others. Lately though she'd had a weird feeling, one she couldn't quite identify. It sort of felt like it had when the group had gone inside the TV world, but she knew she hadn't done that. Not one to let a mystery go, Naoto went out alone to the TV department at Junes, it was a quiet day so she wouldn't be disturbed. She knew that maybe she should've told the others but she didn't want to risk involving them, not yet at least. As she approached the largest TV, it suddenly flickered to life, filling with static for a few brief moments before it switched to showing a desert landscape, sand stretching as far as the eye could see. Was it some kind of nature documentary? No, couldn't be....the picture was showing two suns. Was it some kind of sci-fi show? But if it was why did Naoto feel so drawn to it? She never normally paid much attention to fiction, but this... Without even realizing, Naoto found herself moving closer to the TV, slowly reaching towards it. As soon as her fingers made contact with the screen, Naoto felt her hand passing through it, but something was different this time. Despite her efforts, she couldn't pull her hand back...for a moment it was stuck, but then suddenly she was being pulled, some kind of force on the other side pulling her in! Naoto tried to pull her arm, but it was no good; with every passing second she was being pulled more and more inside of the TV. There wasn't even time to yell for help as the pull increased, and Naoto suddenly found herself being pulled entirely through the TV screen. When she awoke, Naoto groaned, reaching up to rub at her head through her hat. As she opened her eyes though, she had to move her hand to shield them; the light was so bright, brighter than even the brightest day. And her other hand, she could feel...sand? Naoto squinted and blinked a few times, then gasped as she managed to take a look around. She was in the desert, the one she had seen on TV, two suns in the sky above. But unlike normally there was no TV around, nothing for her to get back. She was trapped here! Trapped in this desert that stretched as far as the eye could see! Fortunately though it seemed she wasn't alone for long, a figure coming up over one of the dunes. "Oh thank god!" Naoto rushed towards the figure, but stopped as he suddenly raised what looked like a rifle towards her. "H-hold it! Wait!" Naoto raised her arms in surrender quickly. "L-look I...I don't know where I am and I need some help!" The figure responded in some strange language that she couldn't understand, but it moved closer with the gun still trained on her. It was weird, the gun, the clothes, they were like nothing she had ever seen before. A few moments later though the gun seemed like it might have been lowering, only to be flipped around; Naoto barely registered the strike to the head before she blacked out. Upon waking, Naoto found herself on a stone floor, odd noises filling the air, like a hundred different languages all being spoken at once. "Ungh...where...where am I....?" She rubbed her head, her blurred vision starting to clear. Wherever she was it wasn't as bright if nothing else.

Jabba sat on his dais, having just finished the transaction of buying the boy slave in front of him. He needed more humans for menial tasks, so it was perfect and cheap. His long and fat tail swayed back and forth idly as his massive tongue hung out of his gaping mouth, dropping saliva onto his glistening fat rolls coated in slime and drool. His feline eyes locked onto Naoto as she began to stir, letting out a trademarked guttural laugh as he bellowed out some words in Huttese. Two of his pig-faced Gammorean guards stepped forward and lifted Naoto up, basically dragging her to the front of the dais and standing her up. Then, once they did that... their grubby and fat fingers began to rip into her clothes, tearing them to shreds and slowly revealing the secret that Naoto was hiding underneath - the fact that she actually had quite the feminine body and was in fact, female.

It was their first night on the ground. Liam still couldn't believe he was actually on Earth after being told humans would not return for another hundred years. The most miraculous feat of all? Reuniting with his longtime best friend and girlfriend, Clarke Griffin. The last time he had seen her, guards attempted to arrest her for treason. Refusing to let it happen, Liam attacked the armed men. Unfortunately, Clarke wasn't able to run forever; eventually she was caught and imprisoned. The reunion with Clarke was the greatest moment of his life. They shared the most passionate kiss ever, hugging each other for at least ten minutes. Liam never thought he would see those pretty eyes or feel those full lips again. He was wrong, thankfully. Instead of getting down to business, they decided to use their first day on the ground to relax together. They spent time exploring, recalling old memories of Clarke drawing a picture of them being together on the ground. The dream was now a reality. Eventually, the day faded into night, signaling it was time to find a tent from the dropship that they arrived in. Setting up one of the tents, Liam crawled inside with his girlfriend. They were getting settled in for the night, prepared to enjoy their first night on the ground together. It was supposedly time for sleep, but Liam had something else in mind. He was wearing nothing but his boxers, since that's what he felt comfortable sleeping in. He wasn't about to change that just because they were in a tent. It was still private, anyways. Clarke had also become fairly undressed as well. She was cuddled up in his arms wearing nothing but her bra and panties. After considering everything they had been through, after considering how long they had been away from each other, Liam decided he was not going to hold back. The need for Clarke was great. They were in love, and he needed to feel her body against his own. They had just settled down together, his crotch pressed against her ass cheeks. Liam decided to slowly grind his hips against the girls flesh, a smirk pulling across his lips. I love you, Princess. He whispered, beginning to pepper kisses down her neck. It's our first night on the ground. I think we should spend some time celebrating, don't you? I thought about you every damn day and night, thinking about your lips, your body everything. I need you, Clarke. I want to make love with you tonight. Never could he recall a time when Clarke was not feeling in the mood, so he assumed tonight was no different. After all, they had spent months away from each other, so there was likely sexual tension they needed to relieve.

The first night spent on earth was interesting, to say the least. Clarke Griffin never thought she would be able to see any of the plants or animals she saw only in books back on the ark. Once she was taken into custody after breaking the rules set forth by the ark, Liam - the only man she ever cared about and the only man she would ever care about - tried to jump in a failed attempt to save her. Liam was one of the best fighters on the ark but even he had his limits when he was facing five plus armed guards. Thankfully they were under the age of 18 so they were not executed immediately. The moment Liam grabbed her in his arms, Clarke felt safe and comfortable. To be honest, it had been so long since she had seen him that she'd forgotten what it felt like to be held by his muscular arms. Obviously, Clarke hadn't given up hope in seeing Liam, but laying in a cell all by herself made her long for the moment she would lay her head on his chest with his arms around her. The day went by quickly as Clarke and Liam rekindled their feelings for each other. As the sun went down, Liam quickly put up the tent they would be sleeping in. After removing her clothing, Clarke cuddled up against Liam, feeling his warm body heating her up. She could feel the man who held her start to stiffen against her tight ass, making her smile. The soft kisses that he littered against her neck made her feel something she hadn't in quite some time. Liam was the only man to ever make her feel like that. "I love you too, Liam," Clarke pushed back against the larger male, taking comfort in the fact that he still found her attractive. She prayed that when she was reunited with Liam, he would still feel the same way about her after all of that time. But as she felt his arms wrapped around her, she knew nothing had changed and nothing will change. Clarke smiled to herself before looking over her shoulder at Liam. "What exactly did you have in mind?" She continued to push her ass against Liam, teasing him. "I remember we were getting pretty hot and heavy... I hope you still have certain needs that involve my ass," she said blushing softly. The pair had been experimenting with anal sex before they'd been separated. "That is something you still want to do right?" She hoped Liam was still interested.

Katherine's feelings were somewhat conflicted right now. On one hand, she was full of excitement, having just boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first ever time, entering an empty compartment at the back. She'd been wondering what this was going to be like for years now and finally she was going to see if everything she had imagined was true. On the other hand, however, she was also incredibly anxious. Katherine had barely spent time with anyone during her entire life and being on Platform 9 3/4 was somewhat overwhelming, with far more people than she had ever spent time around before. After only a few moments, she'd wanted to get away from the crowd, bidding her parents goodbye and rushing onto the train. Katherine's life had been...unusual. As a child, she had been visiting her father in his workplace at the Ministry of Magic, where he had been working on a potential cure for Werewolves. In a moment of excitement, Katherine had spilled some of his latest prototype potion all over herself, some of it getting into her mouth as well. Rather than work as a cure for Lycanthropy, however, the potion had infact turned Katherine herself into a Werewolf, though not quite any ordinary Werewolf. Unlike others, when she transformed she retained her mind and intellect, fully aware of herself and even retaining all of her memories when she had turned back. She had been scared at first, but as the months and years had gone by, Katherine had gotten used to her transformations, at first being stuck in her room before eventually being allowed out into the open world, behind certain spells to keep Muggles away of course. And now that Voldemort was gone, Werewolves like her were free to attend Hogwarts openly. Not just Werewolves, but any and all manner of magical creatures. No longer was Hogwarts a humans only club, anyone and everyone was welcome, so long as they had some magical ability of course. Until this point, Katherine had been schooled at home by her parents, but after careful consideration, they'd all decided it was best for her to complete her education somewhere like Hogwarts. This was the first year of this new open Hogwarts, so the returning students were certainly going to be in for a shock at the incredible array of creatures attending, but that was just going to make things more interesting. Katherine knew that it was usual for students to get changed on the train on the way to Hogwarts, what she didn't know however was that it was usual to wait for the train to be well underway. As it was, the train was only just starting to move, so as Katherine began to strip down out of her clothes, she had no idea that students were still moving around the train looking for a compartment to sit in. By the time the door was opening, she had already taken off her skirt and started to unbutton her shirt to reveal the skin and underwear beneath.

Destiny walked into the room and froze when she was met with a faceful of fanny. "Uhm, somebody is friendly," she giggled, wearing only a green oversized sweatshirt and khaki shorts. She walked over to a seat, sitting down. "Well uh...I'm Destiny, it's nice to meet you miss. There's quite the booty...er...*bounty* of new students around, aren't there?" She blushed, biting her tongue at the slipup.

The closer to Keene they'd gotten, the more agitated Dean had become. Really he'd been agitated since he'd found the case, but Sam couldn't for the life of him figure out why. He'd probed several times, trying to read Dean as he mentioned the town, the police force, the case. All of it seemed to have his brother on edge and he visibly tensed as he clammed up whenever the topic of Keene or anyone in it was touched. Whatever was wrong about this town, Dean wasn't telling his brother. There had been maulings all around the tiny New Hampshire town, population 23,000, but Keene proper had seen the majority of it. Their first instinct had been a werewolf, but the hearts had been left intact. It wasn't an animal, though; bears don't usually take the eyes of their victims, and when they do it doesn't look like it was done with a scalpel. "So..." Sam glanced sideways as they strolled through the parking lot of the sheriff's station, "who do you think we'll be getting this time? 'Stupid feds leave us alone we can handle it,' or 'thank God you're here'?" It was an old bet they had, one Dean was usually good at unlike rock-paper-scissors. When they entered the receptionist was gone from the front desk, so they stood awkwardly in the lobby and waited. "Any luck, Sheriff?" Jude sat a box of Dunks on the table with the coffee and their hot plates. She had been the secretary, receptionist, and general gopher extraordinaire at the Keene PD for years now. "Nope, nothing." Sheriff Parker's fingers were buried in his hair as he pored over the case files. There had been another murder last night and still they had no leads. Jude sighed sympathetically and put a hand on his shoulder. "You'll get there. YouareNew Hampshire's finest, after all." And she meant it. Jude believed in the inherent goodness of mankind and the potential for greatness in everyone. With a gentle squeeze she got herself a cup of tea before returning to her desk. And there he was. Judith McGann would have been certain she was dreaming again, were she not in her workplace with a cup of tea steadily burning her fingertips. She'd had this dream many times, but it never took place in her office and was usually much more...interesting. Of course he wouldn't look the same as he had when he was sixteen, but it was definitely him. The wind had blown Dean Winchester into her life twelve years ago and they had raged like a wildfire for what she still considered the best year of her life. And then he had shattered her heart, leaving without so much as a goodbye. She'd written a lot of terrible poetry and cried an ocean of tears, but she'd forgiven him long ago. With a shaking hand she slowly set her tea onto her desk, staring through the reception window, not taking her eyes off of him lest he disappear again. The receptionist was draped in gauzy, billowy shawls and a flowing skirt more fit for summer than for the drizzly, chilly spring morning. The forecast was calling for snow later in the week, after all. She stopped and stared, mouth slightly open, and Sam figured she'd probably never seen an FBI agent before; they often didn't in small towns like this. He cleared his throat and flashed his badge. "Morning, ma'am. Special Agent Hendricks, FBI. This is my partner Special Agent Dean Winchester." Sam paused, eyes widening a little. "You ah...you two know each other?" She ignored him. "Oh. My. God. Dean Winchester!" With a jangling of bangles she hurried around to the side door. Hair flying, jewelry jangling, the smell of lavender and orange trailing after her, Jude came flying out after fumbling with shaking hands at the lock that separated the lobby from the station proper and barreled into Dean with an enormous hug. Sam tried really hard not to laugh. "I ah, I see you've met," he all but snickered as the tiny slip of a woman hugged his brother tightly around the middle. "Look at you! FBI!" Jude stood back with her hands on his arms, looking him up and down. "This is incredible! I'm so glad you didn't waste your talents becoming a mechanic or whatever your 'family business' is. I knew you had more in you than that!" She grinned and reached up to gently touch his cheek, which was as far as she could reach; he'd grown so tall while she'd stayed much the same height. "I'm so proud of you, Dean," she murmured. "And now I can sleep at night, knowing what happened to you. Disappearing in the middle of the night, no note, no goodbye..." She shook her head and tapped his cheek gently. "Worried me sick! Dad'll be glad to know, too." Finally her attention turned back to Sam. "Oh, I'm so sorry how rude. Jude McGann." She reached out and shook Sam's hand. "Agent Hendricks, right? I'll go get the chief." The receptionist fluttered and jangled away, back through the door from whence she'd come, to fetch the chief of police. "So..." Sam raised his eyebrows as his gaze slid sideways to his brother. "Care to tell me what that was about?

Dean clenched his jaw a little, looking at his brother. He had a hand on his waist and was easily thinking about running, calling another hunter and going hide back in the bunker. "There isn't much to talk about Sam...Dad and I may have passed through here once when you were with Bobby. A case, that was it." Sam looked at him, his eyebrow peeking up. "And?" "And what? I hung out, met her, hung out with her...end of story," Dean snapped back at him. "Just leave it alone Sammy. It is ancient history." Sam rolled his eyes. "Sure didn't look like it was history. She said you left in the middle of the night. Sounds like Dad got done with the hunt..." Dean moved closer to his brother, but before he could get anything out, she was just there again, standing in his space. He felt his body betray him. He smiled softly at her. "Hey Jude." He had a smile in his voice, his wanting to murder his little brother gone in a flash. "How is your dad? Still preaching?" Dean could see Sam looking at him in utter disbelief. "Or has he retired now?

Dr. Amy Ralts never would have imagined she would ever see this day. The day the infamous freelancer agent Carolina had been captured by the UNSC... well, at least by her branch. Her branch was an odd group capturing humans, aliens, and other species, doing experiments on them. Low and behold they came across the freelancer who had been injured in some sort of battle. Amy didn't care. All she cared about was now she had her. A quick history of Amy. During her youth, she served as a medic for the Insurrectionists, a group Project Freelancer fought long ago. She watched as many of her friends died because of them, most of them by the hands of the person who lay bound naked before her. Amy along with her assistant looked at the unconscious Carolina. Amy's eyes were fueled with rage, anger, a need for revenge in which she would finally get. Of course, she would do it slowly. She wanted to break Carolina both psychically and mentally. She had already given her a new addition to her body while knocked out: a nice thick 10-inch cock and a pair of balls. She just waited for the freelancer to wake up.

Carolina groaned as she awoke in an unfamiliar room, strapped to a bed without armor, and completely naked. Looking down, she gasped in confusion at the sight of a ten-inch cock and a pair of balls to match. "What the fuck?" she cursed out loud, trying to figure out where she was and what had happened. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the details - it was a lab of some kind, very orderly and strict in its design. "Is this some kind of UNSC facility?" She asked herself, not realizing that there was a mad scientist right next to her. How did she miss that? Well, she would soon realize that the mad scientist was there, hopefully.

Pinkie Pie was bustling back and forth across the room, preparing for their new friend's birthday party. They had arrived around half a year ago, through a portal. The same portal through which a strange transformative magic had seeped through, changing them and everyone else into more humanoid shapes. On the bright side, now she got to wear clothes with a mish-mash of bright colors that seemed almost discordant, but suited the bubbly party girl perfectly.

Arriving at the party, it seemed like I was the only one there or invited. Knocking on Pinkie's door, I looked around and waited for any sort of response from inside the house. Dressed in just a t-shirt and pair of shorts, I had become friends with Pinkie after she was curious and saw me at the portal, completely naked back then. It was quite the sight.

Finally, finally! He had captured her! Dr Zane had planned this for months now, so long had he observed Supergirl, her every fight, her every encounter whenever she appeared. He had been hoping to perhaps discover more of her life outside of her heroics but sadly that hadn't been possible. Still, observation of her heroic deeds had yielded all the information he needed, how she moved, how she fought, how she reacted to any and all kinds of situation. And all of that research had been well worth the effort. When he had sent out his android to cause chaos, he knew Supergirl would come, he knew exactly how she would fight, even with her guard up she'd never stood a chance. When the android exploded in a cloud of almost invisible Kryptonite gas, Supergirl wouldn't ever have been able to react in time, other androids easily coming in to sweep her up and bring her back to the lab where a special containment bed was waiting, Supergirl being strapped down to it before she could regain consciousness. Even if she did awake though, the gas would leave her weak for a while, though Dr Zane was unaware that he had underestimated just how quickly the Kryptonian could recover. As she awoke Supergirl would find herself securely strapped to a metal table, several tubes attached to her body leading to a large device beside her. On the other side of that was another table, another person strapped to it with tubes leading into them, and this was a person she would recognize, a friend from her life in her secret identity, Mason, a kind and sweet boy who had little going for him physically, somewhat weak even by human standards really. But that was what made him so perfect for Dr Zane's experiment. He wanted to know if he could take Supergirl's power, harness her strength, grant it to others, more specifically himself. Of course he couldn't test the procedure for the very first time on himself, so he'd captured Mason quite at random to test it on. "Well well, finally awake," Dr Zane grinned as he entered the lab as Supergirl came around, a smirk on his face. "Good, the procedure needs you awake in order to work. Well then, our time is limited so we really should get started." He held up a small remote control, hitting a button. The device between Supergirl and Mason suddenly whirred to life, the areas where the tubes were attached to her suddenly growing tight, before they began to extract her blood. "Oh don't worry, I won't be taking it all, just enough... mixing it with a special serum of my own design, before it passes into our test subject there," Zane chuckled, watching carefully. "Hmmm, it seems your blood is rather slow now doesn't it? Though looking at your vitals it seems your heart rate is far slower than a human's. Well....why don't we get it flowing a little faster hm?" He licked his lips, walking around the table slowly, unzipping his pants as he got close to her head. At the same time he hit another button on the remote, security cameras turning and zooming in. "Come now dear, I'm sure you've seen one of these before..." Zane pulled his semi-hard cock from his pants, rubbing the tip against her lips. "Oh, and I would suggest against trying anything. If I don't halt the procedure with this remote then not only will you be drained of every last drop of your blood, but that innocent boy there will be completely overdosed, leading to a rather unpleasant death. Now come on, let's get that heartbeat up and that blood flowing shall we?

Supergirl struggled through the haze of what appeared to be drugged-induced sleep. She tried to recall what happened. She had trapped the android in a corner of the room, cleared all the humans to safety, approached it to make sure she had completely disabled it before letting the police approach it. This was what she had taken to doing since the one robot had gone into a dormant mode and then sprung back to life killing three policemen. As she got close, she could sense something was still active, and called for the police team to stay back. Suddenly there was an explosion and gas, and weakness overcame her. She crumbled to the ground; the last thing she recalled seeing were similar androids approaching her. It had been a trap, and she had fallen for it. Supergirl struggled to feel what was happening with her body even before opening her eyes. She could tell she was still weak from whatever that gas was. She hoped she had been the only one hurt. She could feel she was bound to something and there was something in her arm that was sharp and taped into place. She tried to push it out using her muscles but felt weak as a newborn. She blinked her eyes open, seeing Dr. Zane's ugly smiling face above hers. She was immediately frustrated that despite foiling all of his plots, she had never been able to lock him away for good, and now apparently she would pay for that. His grating voice greeted her as he became aware she was awake. He started to explain his plan to pump her blood into someone else to see what would happen. She looked at the mirror above her head and could see there was another person attached to the machine that had started to pull out her blood. It was Mason. Poor sweet Mason. Of the many people she knew who might be able to handle her blood, she did not think Mason was one of them, but she hoped she was wrong. Then Zane approached her head, talking about getting her heart rate flowing. Suddenly, she felt her head tilt back, and there was his cock right in front of her. He rubbed it against her lips. She could already taste him even from this brief touching. She wanted to snap and bite it, but her head had limited movement, and she could not risk Mason's life. She could feel her heart beating faster as her anger grew, and it increased even more with the threat to not only kill her but also Mason. She also noticed that the increased heart rate was having an effect on her strength. It was minimal for now, but it was definitely there. The fact that she had a chance to get her strength back heartened her. Still, she knew she needed to buy time, and the only way to do that was to do what Zane wanted. Supergirl reluctantly opened her mouth and slide her tongue out licking at the cock in front of her. Simply opening her mouth for him had made him harder, and the touch of her tongue caused his hardness to increase. She knew what she needed to do, no matter how humiliating it was to do it. She continued to lick at his cock, waiting to see if he would slide it in, knowing that if he did, she would be good and do as she was told, hoping that this would allow her to regain her strength without him noticing and doing whatever he had done to sap her strength with the exploding android.

Jessie?" askedTifa, outright now believing her luck. The dark-haired monk's expressive brown eyes grew saucer wide as she beheld the chained, slender brunette before her. It was a little hard to tell: Jessie wore some sort of collar strapped about her neck, along with the standard uniform of a Honeybee (in Jessie's case, this amounted to black and yellow striped lingerie, complete with long stockings that ended in jet black heels, a pinching corset that pushed up the mechanic's chest, making it look larger than Tifa remembered, and some makeup to make the more roughly pretty girl look downright stunning). Tifa recognized a lot of the adornments. After all, she'd been working there for well over two weeks now, serving as an introductory Bee and helping guests get situated into rooms. Her experience as a barmaid made her perfect for the job. Well, that and the fact that no matter how you looked at it, Tifa was a knock out. Her honed body gave her an incredibly fit figure: athletic, tight, well muscled abs, a rock hard ass that looked great in a tight skirt, legs that looked like they could kick off a robot's head (because they could), and arms with just enough definition to be almost scary. Plus, she had a good mixture of girl next door jeans: a slightly soft face, expressive brown eyes, an easy smile. Oh, and there was her chest: arguably too large for a martial artist, though she managed to strap the girls down often enough. She couldn't really hold either breast in one hand, but it wasn't like she needed to, or that anyone else was asking. So, yeah, Tifa could easily slide into the roll of overly cheerful, overly pleasant girl. She could also reach over and tug at Jessie's collar, making the mechanic grunt. They both knew to be quiet: even in the almost constant thrum of noise, someone could be paying attention. It was almost a miracle that there weren't thugs on hand to watch, mostly because Tifa had tricked them after having noticed the girl who looked like Jessie in passing. Tifa leaned in now, studying the collar. "Yeah, they got you with some status materia," she mumbled, still not quite believing how they'd managed to warp materia to their gains or how their collars let them equip it to girls without much chance of removal. "We can probably remove it..." Tifa chewed her lip. "But not here," finished Jessie. Tifa had to shake her head, but the mechanic waved it away. "It's fine," she clasped Tifa's hand, "I'm just glad you found me! You don't know how awful it's been here. Ever since they caught me after the raid... Tifa nodded. They'd lost Jessie during a raid on a reactor. The raid had succeeded, but SOLDIER had been present, scooping up Jessie. That's what pressured Tifa into demanding that they seek out Cloud, since she knew he was in town (her feelings toward the cute blonde had nothing to do with it). But rumor had put Jessie here, so Tifa had gone through the downright painful process of getting in. At least she hadn't needed to break many fingers during her stay here: they knew to keep their hands on the floor bees instead of the greeters. "Right, so what are we waiting for?" asked Tifa. "I have keys to get out and--" "No!" Jessie shook her head. "We need to---there's this thing," she gave Tifa's hand a tug. The fighter paused for a moment. Did they have time for this? But Jessie was insistent, and so Tifa relented. She followed her companion through the bustling club. Nobody looked twice at a bee and a greeter. Tifa wasn't wearing her standard outfit, though she'd thought about changing for this, but what she had wasn't that far removed: tight yellow halter top and black leather skirt. Her long, butt length ebony hair had been left loose instead of her loose tail, but she was still confident it wouldn't get in the way, a fact she proved as they ran into a surprised guard. Jessie led her down, down into a basement, where the trappings and entertainment faded away. Down into what... what looked a lot like a lab. Tifa chewed her lip, nerves twisting her gut, wondering if they shouldn't go up, come back later. But Jessie insisted: they had to figure this out. So they went forward, moved further and further... finding.. finding... "Is that a Mako infuser?" gasped Tifa, gaping at the tube and the extra equipment on hand, unable or unwilling to believe her eyes.

If Tifa hadn't been so focused on the Mako infuser, she might have been more aware of her surroundings. Even with the sinister machine occupying much of her attention, she wasn't completely oblivious, but... from where Jessie was standing, she could easily see over Tifa's right shoulder. If someone was coming from that direction, she only had to say something, or point. Even a change in her expression or body language would have clued Tifa in to an approaching threat. So she could, logically, keep her attention elsewhere, trusting in her AVALANCHE ally to cover that blind spot. But she didn't. Jessie didn't say or do anything to indicate that anyone was stealthily drawing closer; Tifa didn't have any indication of the man's approach until she heard his footsteps right behind her--far, far too close to do anything, even with her reflexes, before something jabbed against the bare flesh of her back, just to the right of her spine. It was a needle, of some kind, and no sooner had she registered that than she felt a slight increase in pressure as it injected something into her. The drug began to affect her almost immediately, an uncomfortable chill spreading through her body, sapping her strength. Standing on her feet grew harder with each passing second, as her legs threatened to buckle under her. "Sorry about that,"the man said. Tifa recognized the deep, smooth voice--she could hardly have infiltrated this place without being aware of the head of security. The man was a tower of muscle, easily over six feet, with pecs and shoulders that strained at the fabric of his three-piece suit. His bald head was covered in scars, and he stared down at Tifa with disinterested grey eyes."I normally prefer sedatives, but I heard they'd interfere with your infusion. Is that right, miss Jessie?"He glanced past Tifa at the technician.

The dark room was illuminated by faint dust crystal lights, underground it seemed. Team RWBY were strapped up onto crosses. Their bodies plastered with some sort of seals to keep them from using their aura. They were together in a small room, naked bared to anyone who'd see them. How did these young huntresses get here? Everything went wrong. Ultimately now they were prisoners of a group of anti-Huntress Activities. They had been captured and stripped of all things that make them capable of breaking free. Eventually the lights brightened to wake up the conked out heroines. As the sounds of heels began clicking and approaching, then a door opened and a woman in a white suit hugging her body, she had a whip in her hands. She made sure to give a nice snap, so to wake up the girls. "Up and at 'em girls, rise and shine, it's time to begin reprogramming." She turned her head, her hair dripping with bleach blonde locks, a figure boys would die to get their hands on, and a cruel smirk to make masochists shiver.

None of them even remembered how things had turned out like that. All they remembered was that they had been sent on a mission against some small groups of Grimm beasts roaming around. But then, everything had gone dark. Maybe it had been a trap? One way or another, it was clear the mission had been a failure. Bit by bit, the members of the team started opening their eyes at a slow pace, especially when they heard the sound of the whip clashing against the floor echoing through the whole room. "Where are we?" Weiss whispered, looking around with a confused expression. "How did we end up here?" Blake too joined in for the confused questions round, staring at the woman standing in front of them with a faint frown. "Who are you?" Ruby then inquired, glancing at that very same woman while she tried to break free. "Let us go! You'll pay for this." Yang finally included, trying her best to break free from the tight restraints while she glared at the other woman with all her might.

Hinata sighed as she made her way out of the village with her sister Hanabi, this had been a regular excursion for the sisters for a little while now, one done in secret, one that nobody else could follow them on and that nobody else could even know about. There wasn't much said between the pair as they moved swiftly through the trees towards a new spot, they needed a new spot every time after all. A while ago the pair had both found that their bodies had started to....develop...very very rapidly. For Hinata her chest had begun to grow so much that she could literally watch her breasts swelling at times, whilst Hanabi...well....Hanabi had a rather different problem to deal with. Hinata had managed to develop a sealing jutsu to help the two of them, but it came with a downside. Well, two down sides. The first was that the seal was only temporary and would eventually break, so it needed to be re-applied periodically. The problem was that in order to re-apply it you first had to break the original seal which would release their true forms, something they couldn't possibly do in secret back in the village. The second downside was that their new bodies also came with new...urges. Normally those urges were controllable, but the seal somehow seemed to make those urges accumulate, like air in a balloon that just kept building and building. If the pair didn't release the pressure once in a while then....well...they weren't sure what might happen, but Hinata had a feeling the results certainly wouldn't be good. "Ok, this should do," Hinata dropped into a clearing in the forest. It wasn't very big but it would suit their needs. And besides, the clearing would soon become larger. "Are you ready Hanabi?" Hinata bit her lip slightly as she glanced to her sister. "Um...we...should get undressed if we don't want to ruin our clothes. Though I brought spares." Hinata motioned to her backpack as she set it down on the ground, the backpack very carefully wrapped in waterproof materials to protect it from what was to come.

Hanabi, believed to be a better warrior than her sister, was never a fan of the limelight. She never wanted the popularity or the future position as heir to the Hyga clan; irregardless of that fact, the title of heir was thrust upon her. Despite the differences in their skills, Hanabi was rather close to her sister Hinata, though often jealous of her older sister's assets. Her sister's more lustful appearance was something she yearned for, coming to realize that a smaller chest was not something many men or women sought in a partner. Though they got along better, thanks to a realization that they both have size issues; for some odd reason, Hanabi was born with a pair of male genitalia, one that got excessively large ever since puberty began. They were fortunate enough to devise special seals to hide their excessive sizes, but knew that the seals flaws would result in problems for them. Their current seal was going to break quite soon, so Hanabi hurried out with her sister, finally settling on a clearing in the forest. They should have privacy and possess the time to do what is necessary to reapply a seal on their individual bodies. By the time her sister suggested undressing, Hanabi had already been doing so; her tight clothes appeared to be hiding a huge phallus, a small seal visible above her crotch as she finished undressing. That completed the first stage of their process. "We'll probably need those spares, Hinata... Though, let's get a move on... I can feel the effects of the seal waning," Hanabi said, urging her sister to strip.

Name: Serenity Shields Age: 19 years old Personality Serenity is smart, caring, always thinking of others, but can be strong-willed when she believes in something. She does not like when others question her abilities. Serenity enjoys proving those people wrong. Short Bio Serenity grew up in a small family in the city. She has one older brother, father, and mother. Serenity was so excited and grateful for the opportunity to work at Capsule Corp especially for Bulma Briefs. Her main focus of study is the creation of energy and transportation. Serenity has been working to create a single source of energy that could power a whole city and the ability to transport items instantly. Appearance Serenity couldn't believe that she had been accepted in such an elite program plus to have Bulma as a mentor was icing on the cake. She quickly followed the receptionist as she brought her to where Bulma was working. "Bulma, your new intern is here," the receptionist said after entering into a room with many machines and parts laying all over. Suddenly, a blue-haired woman popped out from inside a capsule machine. "I'm glad to see you found the place okay. I hope the travel wasn't too far," Bulma said as she made her way out of the machine and towards Serenity. "No, not at all. I would have traveled anywhere for this opportunity," Serenity responded gratefully with a bit of nervousness in her voice. "Relax. You earned this, girl. I have never met anyone who has developed well thought out theories for instant transmission like you. It's an honor to be working with you," Bulma said noticing how nerves she seemed. 'Also seeing as how you never met Goku' she thought to herself. "Thank you. So what are you working on?" Serenity asked eager to get to work. ~~~ Her eyes narrowed as she read the letter she had received from a well-known private school in the area. She was reading over some of the requirements for admission to the school. Krillan and Maron where hoping that Maron could attend this school and receive a good education. 18 wanted to be a good mother and wife and handle the registration for the school. The one thing she was struggling to come up with is a letter of recommendation. 18 didn't know many people. Krillan and Maron where pretty much her whole world. "Mommy, mommy I want to go Turtle. I want him to swim in the ocean while I ride on his back," Maron shouted as she ran towards 18. A soft smile appeared on her face. "Sure, sweetie. Let me pack a few things," 18 answered before heading inside.

At the minute I'm working on some classified projects, really top-level stuff," she replied, "a lot of them are personal projects, but do well on this energy one. And I'm sure you will be helping me out personally before long." Bulma gave her a cheeky smile not wanting to tease the poor girl too much. Anyway, I need to get going," Bulma said as she showed her a large room and handed her a blue pass. If you need anything just phone security; they can get it for you. I have to run; I have some meetings." Meanwhile at Kame house, the turtle had already heard Maron's plea for a ride, and slowly crawled towards her so she could get on his back while 18 went inside. She would soon find Roshi staring at the TV watching some spy footage he had of Bulma getting changed, with a massive tent in his pants grinning like a madman. "Oh, hey, 18," he said with a big smile before going back to watch the television.

My name is Oliver Queen," he said, as he drew back his latest modified bow - a re-curve compound - and sent his latest modified arrow down range. The polymer was designed to shatter on a hard impact, sending sharp shrapnel in a confined area around the target. He called it his "Shotgun Arrow." He knew Chain Link would come up with a counter to it. Just as he had used polymer arrow heads instead of steel ones. The Meta had been a massive pain ever since he returned to the city. The so-called "Master of Electricity" was a pro at using electromagnetic fields. Last time they'd met, he'd used quarters reinforced with a magnetic field to block Oliver's arrows. The worst part was that Oliver knew arrogance, he knew power, and the city had yet to see Chain Link truly cut loose. Realizing he could feel the anger burning in his blood, he banished it with long-held practice and moved at the peak human speed, inhale, draw, aim, steady, release. The sharp "crack" of the arrow nailing the target again made him nod his head. He had been firing a mix of normal and fragment arrows. Learning to tell the subtle differences between them while his quiver was designed to keep certain arrows separate, a true master archer should be able to tell the differences between an arrow in milliseconds and adjust for them. He mostly had his arrows separated so that in a gun fight he wouldn't grab the wrong one. If that wasn't enough, ever-so-subtle braille marks on the notch told him what sort of arrow it was. While he hated Argus and Amanda "The Wall" Waller, they had shown him a lot of valuable and useful skills. Making sure your gear was ready and easily prepared was one of them. Oliver went to draw another arrow and blinked; he'd prepared a 100-shaft quiver for his training. Far too large and bulky for the field, he couldn't believe he'd managed to shoot them all. The Archer let out a breath he'd been holding when he'd reached for the non-existent arrow. Moving down the range, The Foundry's range wasn't the best, but a hundred feet was good enough for most shots. The archer wore black exercise shorts that went about three inches past the knee, and a grey sleeveless T-shirt. Only as he undid the quiver did he realize how sweaty he was. Pulling his water bottle from his waist, he took a three second drink before beginning the most arduous task of being an archer: collecting his shafts. "My name is Roy Harper," he said, "and I just want to help people. To make The Glades a better place!" Roy Harper ran his right arm along his forehead, fighting a twinge. Chain Link had dislocated his left shoulder the previous night. The bastard was fast, even if he wasn't using his electricity form. He was glad the Arsenal Outfit had Kevlar under the leather or he'd probably have lost the arm. He'd gotten cocky, figured he could take the bastard with his polymer baton while he was blocking Arrow's arrows. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten that while the man wore "chain mail" and what resembled plate armor, he'd obviously modified it somehow. He'd been surprised then the bastard had pulled a sawed-off double barrel shotgun from his sleeve and fired it both barrels one-handed. In a way, he was glad he was so close, since it had limited the spray and kept the shot from his face. As Oliver had pointed out, their masks weren't bulletproof. Normally, he would have called in, but the simple truth was, everyone was cutting him slack. Roy Harper was one of the few legit jobs left in The Glades, even if it was an open secret that everything flowed through the place. He knew that was why he'd gotten a job here before he'd begun his partnership with Oliver and combined the man's scary observation skills with his own street-level contacts. Roy hadn't been a hardcore dealer or anything, but everyone who grew up in The Glades knew how it was: either you were a boss or a bitch. He might not be the smartest, the fastest, but Roy Harper was no one's bitch. Honestly, he sometimes wondered where he would be if Grant hadn't found him when he was 12 and selling dime bags for spare cash. The Wild Cat of the Glades had been a harsh taskmaster, but he was a good man and as close to a father as the Glades locals had. Roy shook his head, blaming the painkillers for his easily jumping mind frame. Luckily, he had only one cardboard box full of bottles left. Roy pulled off his leather jacket, tossing it over the bar. There were a few hours until opening time, so he had to get the last boxes moved in and the booze put away. Maybe it was the painkillers or maybe it was the heat, but Roy had totally forgotten about the Glock handgun tucked into the back of his pants. His red short-sleeve shirt and black jeans provided some camouflage, but not much. Not that such things would draw a lot of attention in The Glades, especially not in a place where gang members frequented. Roy mostly carried the iron because it was expected, plus sometimes it could deescalate things. Oliver and Diggle had both shown the former banger how to properly handle the firearm. Sometimes Roy was tempted to use guns instead of arrows, but Chain Link shrugged off bullets like they were packing peanuts. He might look into it once the meta was locked away though. "My name is Chain Link, and if I can't save this city, I'll burn it to the ground!" Inhale... high block to the left... exhale and step right foot forward, sliding left up behind, inhale... left to right slash... Exhale and thrust the blade both hands in the sweet spot. Thomas smirked at the target reader he'd set up showed a fatal strike. Most people would think that when the magnetic and electric scales were yours to play with you no longer needed to work on hand-to-hand combat. Thomas felt that was both dangerous and shortsighted. Not to mention Thea tended to get horny as fuck after spars. The simple truth was Slade's former apprentice was master or at least adequate with a number of weapons. Chain Link tended to only carry chains, a hammer, a shield, and a Gladius blade before it was easiest on him, and those were his favorites. The chains were often kept in what Queen Consolidated had called "infinite boxes" until he'd stolen them. The boxes held thin jewelry-like chains, which formed the rough basis of his armor. Over that European knight style armor, with cloth wrapped over his torso. The metal wasn't bulky because of what he'd used to forge it, and the fact he used magnetic fields to enhance the metal. It wasn't perfect, but until he could find his sensei's location and get some of the better stuff from the black market it would work. Thomas was about to begin another kata when the alarm on his phone went off. His two hour lunch break was rapidly ending. He tapped the Infinity Boxes and soon the chains were gone leaving him in a grey body stocking and metal plates. The plates he dealt with by snapping his fingers and using magnetic fields to pull and push the straps holding it. He made a field not to clean the plates before his next night on the roof tops as he headed for the shower. Thomas was soon on his bike and headed for "Smoak Consolidated". Isabella Rochev had managed to do at least one thing right and that was get him in place deep within the company's think tank. The young man shook his head thinking of his late "boss", she had been an annoying bitch but at least she was a decent lay. Thomas had grown up in Star City, but with his high I.Q. had been more than happy to get out before it had gotten too bad. His father had been a Foundry worker, his mother doing odd jobs. Slade had recruited him at a martial arts tournament. He'd attended school with Oliver, not that the drunken party boy had remembered him. Honestly working at the Think Tank of a major company was a dream job, but a few months back it had become truly interesting. Felicity Smoak had approached him about one of his ideas, the beautiful "heiress" to the company had been surprised to realize he was not only intelligent but good looking. Since then he'd basically become the rich woman's boy toy. It amused him to see a wild side she hid from everyone. From selfies to dirty texts, even the occasional phone sex voice mail. He could tell the woman was hurt and thus applied just a bit of his wiles and released her inner beast. He pulled his bike into his spot, and headed for the V.I.P. elevator, being "Miss Smoak's Personal man" came with some bonuses. He made sure his tie was adjusted, his slightly padded suit jacket was in place. His black framed glasses rigging with audio and video recording devices were on. Soon he was on his way to the board room, he'd be cutting it close but he figured he'd make it.

Felicity Felicity was trying to listen to one of her co-workers talk about their family before the meeting started, but she had a hard time focusing. Lately, her mind had been thinking about other things. At first it all started as a few dreams here and there, but soon dreams became reality... well sort of. Felicity still hadn't experienced everything she had dreamt about with Thomas. When she had approached Thomas after reading about his ideas, Felicity had no idea things would have escalated the way they did. However, she couldn't be happier. Felicity was pulled back to reality as some of her co-workers started to sit down in the board room. She made her way to the head of the table. After sitting down in her seat, Felicity ran her fingers through her blonde hair as she wondered where one of her employees was. "I'm sorry you can't sit there. I need Thomas to sit there," she quickly said as one of her co-workers started to sit down in the seat to her right. Felicity wanted to make sure Thomas sat there during the meeting. She wanted to make sure he was close to her during this boring board meeting especially since this meeting was just about going through the numbers. A sense of relief and excitement rushed through Felicity's body when she saw Thomas approaching the board room. A warm smile filled her face as she quickly fixed her hair. "Are we ready to begin?" the CFO asked. He was standing on the opposite side of the room from Felicity by the projection screen. Thea Thea controlled her breathing in and out as she hit the practice dummy. She had been working out for the last hour trying to wear herself down. Her preferred method would have been having some fun with Chain Link. However, Thea was aware that he wouldn't be available until later tonight. She figured she would pass the time by training. Thea knew the importance of continuous training. She wanted to keep up her skills so she could continue to be helpful to Chain Link when he needed her to be Red Arrow. When she had enough, Thea took off the fighting gloves she was wearing. The white tank top she was wearing was wet with sweat. She grabbed the collar of her tank top and started shaking it in an attempt to cool herself off a bit. "I suppose I should probably take a shower," she said as she made her way to the bathroom. After undressing, she stepped into the shower. Thea enjoyed the feeling of the warm water hitting her skin. As she massaged the shampoo in her hair, she started to think about Chain Link running his fingers through her short hair as they kissed. She had to admit that Thomas knew how to make her feel good. Serenity's heels filled the hallway as she made her way down from her office to the bar area of her club. Serenity had opened Starlight a little over three years ago. Thanks to her medical background as a dropout of med school, Serenity had been able to save the life of a few gang leaders. Plus she knew how to always keep the upper hand in a situation. Along with saving a few gang leaders, Serenity had snitched up the Green Arrow more than a few times in the past. It started when he had saved her from a group of ten gang members. Lucky for him, she had a sewing kit in her purse and with her medical knowledge she was able to fix him up. After that, the Green Arrow would stop by her place whenever he needed help. As she approached the bar, Serenity looked up from the report she was reading. A slight frown appeared on her lips as her eyes focused on something she didn't want to see in her club. "Roy, you know my policy on guns in Starlight. I'm surprise at you or at least your ability to hide it properly," Serenity said as she leaned over the bar. It was hard for her to miss it especially since she had a hard time not looking at Roy's sexy ass. Even though Serenity and Roy did not have sex yet, there had been a couple of pretty heated make out session. It seems every time they had came close to having sex something would interrupt them.

Bright blue eyes stared off into the courtyard, taking only a mild interest in the action that unfolded before them. The steady clashes of steel and murmur of conversations and the general noise of traffic gave Sansa an odd sense of clarity. She would stand out here, upon the second-story wooden walkway that overlooked the grounds, lost to her thoughts for hours at a time. So it had been when she was a girl in Winterfell, and so it was again now that she had returned as an adult. Her sight remained focused on the woman who had sworn to serve her, Brienne of Tarth, and her squire, Podrick. Their training exercises served as a constant reminder to the squire that he often left himself open to attacks, which Brienne would exploit. She'd chide him with a "no" and they'd reset and start again. Over and over. Sansa's mind was elsewhere, carefully weighing some particular concerns, when her attention was pulled back to her sight by the appearance of a wildling. Tormund was approaching Brienne directly, a brow lifted and a heart-on-the-sleeve look of pure admiration upon his rugged face. The tall blonde woman caught sight of the man and his obvious expression just as an engagement between her and Podrick concluded. Perhaps assuming they were still sparring at the previous pace, the squire took the opportunity of Briennes distraction to land a clean shot on her breastplate. In retribution he received a punch to the stomach, followed by being thrown in to a snowbank. I heard she beat the Hound in single combat, Petyr spoke as he approached Sansa on the elevated walkway. The red-head nearly looked at him but purposefully refrained from showing an interest in his company. She is a very impressive woman, he continued as he settled by her side. What do you want, Lord Baelish? she asked in a unique combination of bored and annoyed. I want you to be happy. I want you to be safe. I am safe. I'm at home, surrounded by friends. Sansa cast a glance in Petyr's direction as she spoke the latter part. She had believed Petyr to be her friend, once upon a time; she struggled now to convince herself it was still true. "I have Brienne to protect me from anyone who would harm me," she continued, her gaze returning to the courtyard beneath. Tormund was speaking with Brienne; Sansa couldn't hear what was being said between them, of course, but she need only witness the way the man looked at the lady to know that he was absolutely infatuated. Petyr shifted his position, leaning against the railing. Sansa could more easily make eye contact with him now, her gaze shifting only a few degrees to look the man directly in the face. Still, the young woman's eyes remained upon Brienne and Tormund. It appeared that the lady had enough of conversing with the wildling, walking away from him with a shake of her head. She approached the weapon rack and exchanged her training equipment. What about happy? Petyr asked. A pause existed between them, Sansa having no answer to offer. The quiet persisted long enough for Brienne to finish swapping her gear and start an approach to the stairs that would bring her directly to Sansa. Why aren't you happy? Petyr pressed. What do you want that you don't have? At the moment: peace and quiet. Sansa didn't look at Petyr as she delivered the stab, no doubt adding markedly to the insult. Moments later the ascending steps of Brienne could be heard, causing for both Sansa and Petyr to look in her direction. Her appearance suited nicely to dismiss Petyr. As if sensing her intentions, Lord Baelishs lips parted to speak. No need to seize the last word, Lord Baelish, Sansa cut him off. I will assume it was something clever. Sansa continued to purposefully deny Petyr her direct attention, instead turning fully to face Brienne. The latter looked upon the two expectantly. My lady, Petyr spoke cordially to Brienne. He shifted his gaze back to Sansa, offering a softer version of the courtesy. My lady. His sight lingered upon the red-haired woman, a short pause or hesitance, perhaps proceeding his exit. Brienne and Sansa alike remained quiet for several moments. Once Lord Baelish was out of earshot Brienne asked, Why is he still here? Sansa gave a soft sigh. We need his men. Without the Vale, Ramsay Bolton would still hold this castle. She paused a moment. Littlefinger saved us. Brienne could only nod in agreement, even if she did so without any enthusiasm. She would concede the point that Lord Baelish's presence (or at least that of his men) had turned around the Battle of the Bastards. Still. She held no love for the man and she did not trust him. He wants something, she observed as they watched Litterfinger take his leave through the courtyard. I know exactly what he wants. He had told her, after all. Not but a day previous he had confessed to her in the godswood, told her everything that he desired. Every time I am faced with a decision, I close my eyes and see the same picture. Whenever I consider an action, I ask myself: will this action help to make this picture a reality? He closed the distance between them, Petyr's gaze holding Sansa with an intensity from which she couldnt escape. Pull it out of my mind and into the world? And I only act if the answer is yes. He paused for the span of a breath. A picture of me, on the Iron Throne, he spoke the last four words in a low tone, forcing the secret of his ultimate ambition past his lips for the first and perhaps only time, and you by my side. Sansa soaked in his words. She knew that Petyr was a dangerous man; although she knew not the half of what he had done or caused to happen, still the glimpse of what she had seen was enough to be terrifying. She wasn't frightened, however. He leaned in to kiss her and Sansa put out a hand to hold him back. Its a pretty picture, she remarked without emotion. She moved to step past Petyr, intent on taking her leave without any further discussion. But Petyr was famous for getting the last word. When Sansa was a half a dozen paces away he called to her: News of this battle will spread quickly through the Seven Kingdoms. I have declared for House Stark for all to hear. Youve declared for other houses before, Lord Baelish. Its never stopped you from serving yourself. The past is gone for good. We can sit here, mourning its departure; or we can prepare for the future. You, my love, are the future of House Stark. A beat. Who should the North rally behind? The trueborn daughter of Ned and Catelyn Stark, born here at Winterfellor a motherless bastard born in the south? Sansa had halted for their conversation but she hadn't bothered to turn around to face Petyr. And, after hearing what it was he had to say, she walked away without a response. Jon was all that she had. Her mother was dead. Her father was dead. Robb was dead. Rickon was dead. Brienne claimed to have seen Arya, who was at the time a hostage of the Hound, but had lost tabs on her whilst at combat with her captor. It wasn't a recent event and nothing was to be seen or heard from Arya since. She had learned that Bran hadnt been murdered by Theon Greyjoy, after all, but whether or not he still survived? And then, later that night: Jon Snow was named King of the North. Sansa approved but she showed only the stone expression her house was known for as the bannermen called out their allegiance for the newly named King of the North. Sansas sapphire eyes shifted to Lord Baelish. He was openly watching her, remaining quiet and calculating; Sansa could only imagine what sort of schemes might be manifesting in his mind. The young woman would have been content to keep ignoring Lord Baelish if he hadnt posed such a threat; as it was she kept him at an arms length while trying to decide how it was that she could play his game. She could play not at all: order him executed for the crimes she knew of, have a certainty that was otherwise impossible to gain. Or Summon Lord Baelish, she spoke to a guard as she approached her chambers for the evening. Of course, Lady Stark. She continued on, through the threshold of Winterfells master chambers, soon after disappearing behind closed doors. Quarter of an hour later, Lord Baelish answered the summon. Yes? Sansa responded to the knock at the door. The woman turned as she heard the hinges moan, her gaze settling on Petyrs face as he took steps into her chamber. He spoke some courtesy or remarked of her call as he entered and shut the door behind him. Sansa said nothing. She watched Lord Baelish in silence for several long moments before casting her gaze towards the space directly before her feet, then returning her eyes to Petyr. He followed the unspoken request and approached. His expression betrayed none of what he might expect or feel as he drew near to her, halting and patiently awaiting whatever it might be she had to say. Sansa studied him. Once she had thought Petyr would propose to her. Her sight fell upon his lips, lips she had felt on her own on more than one occasion. He had always been the one to kiss her; though she had kissed him in return she had yet to initiate. She had honestly believed that he loved her, had managed to justify to herself that it was okay to love him back. But then the proposal he had spoken of hadn't been for Petyr Baelish. It had been for Ramsay Bolton. She hadn't forgiven him for that. She wasn't sure that she ever could. But she did know for whatever mad reason that she had some lingering attachment from their previous almost-relationship. The world was potentially coming to an end, the Nights King and his countless army of undead on the march for the Wall Fearing Petyr Baelish's betrayal could be entirely moot. But in that moment, the one in which Sansa reached a hand to the side of Petyrs face, her fingertips caressing up his cheek as her palm settled along his jawline Sansa wasn't counting on an end-of-days scenario. She had convinced herself that she could make him hers. Sansa focused her sight on Petyrs gray-green eyes. She slid her hand away from his face, her thumb brushing against his lower lip as it left him. Kneel.

My apologies if I made you wait, my lady," Lord Baelish said cordially as he entered her chamber and closed the door behind him. As Littlefinger knew better than any just how careful one must be when it came to personal discussions with an unwanted audience. When she said nothing, the man simply waited, which he was no stranger to doing in this long game that he'd played for so many years now. As he did so, however, the older male tried to get a read on the young Stark girl that he had come to have genuine feelings toward, despite how shamefully he had used her to further his own goals in the past. For once, Lord Baelish was the one struggling to make heads of what Sansa was playing at, but still he obeyed her unspoken command to approach once it was given. As she raised her hand, Littlefinger half expected her to slap him across the face, only to find those soft fingers instead stroking upon his cheek with surprising gentleness. There was little that would make Lord Baelish display even the smallest crack in his collected demeanor, but Sansa's touch, especially after his past few attempts at closeness had been rebuked, was one of them. A light sharpening of his breath. A subtle dilation of his pupils. The way his head visibly struggled to not fully tilt itself into her hand as it explored his face. The hand of the one woman since her mother that had made Littlefinger feel anything close to what he felt at that very moment. How many times over the years had Petyr wished to feel Catelyn's hand upon his face in such a manner? How long had he desired to feel Sansa's own in its place? When Sansa drew her fingers away, it took everything within Lord Baelish to refrain from tilting his body forward into her escaping touch in the hopes of prolonging it for an additional brief instance of time, though his lips did betray him in parting ever so slightly when her thumb brushed over them. Still, standing this close to the older male, it likely wouldnt have been hard for a woman like Sansa, so clever now from dealing with a world that punished naivety and with an understanding of Littlefinger that few could grasp, to read his features for what he desired. No other woman would draw out such a subtle reaction from Lord Baelish. But Sansa? She, much like her mother before her, was something different. As the order came for him to kneel, there was only the briefest of pauses before the man lowered himself to one knee, with a softly spoken, As you wish, Lady Stark flowing from his lips before doing so. Kneeling as she had requested, Petyrs head was lowered toward her feet at first, as his eyes slowly closed and the inner workings of his mind pondered that question which he had shared with Sansa rather recently. After days of trying to avoid his presence whenever his services werent needed, she had now summoned him into her chambers. It was the type of scenario that undoubtedly spoke to a rather basic desire within most men, with Littlefinger being not an exception when it came to this particular young woman. But he was not a man solely ruled by his hungers. No, Lord Baelish was a smarter man then that. Thus, it wasnt simply an undeniable desire for Sansa Stark that would make the man obedient to whatever she had summoned him for. It was the fact that complying with whatever game she might have in mind could help to heal the rift between them. The rift that kept her away from what he saw as her rightful place at his side. Opening his eyes and raising them upward toward his lady, Petyr felt his heart quicken just a touch at the sight of her gazing down at the man on bent knee before her. It wasnt his first time kneeling before a lady of nobility, but unlike those other occasions, where it was purely for the benefit of furthering his own agenda, there was an unexpected flush of excitement at having the daughter of Catelyn Stark looking down upon him like so. Still, the older man maintained much of that normally hard to read demeanor of his, as he looked to Sansa and inquired, What can I do for you, my lady? A simple and expected question. Yet one spoken with the faintest hint of eagerness to be read within its tone at finding out what might be the answer.

Michael wasn't sure how he had gotten summoned to such a paradise. He was an average guy, with short brown hair and hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses and slightly tanned skin. He was wearing a open-collared floral dress shirt that revealed his somewhat toned chest and a pair of blue swimming trunks. He was sitting at a bar, drinking a scotch on the rocks. He was surrounded by beautiful girls, all from various different fictional universes. He recognized quite a few of them, but he didn't have the balls or courage to go up to talk to any of them. "Am I the only guy here... what, the hell am I supposed to do?" he muttered to himself, taking a large swig of his drink, hoping the buzz would help calm his nerves and figure out what to do. He wanted to at least talk to some of these beautiful girls but he just wasn't sure how to start or approach one of them.

Taking the seat next to Michael was a brown-haired woman in a red dress. "Bartender, get me a Mojito," she said with a smile. This was Kyu, and she had her eyes set on Michael. She took a sip of her drink, but some spilled onto her breast. Using her finger, Kyu scooped up the liquid and licked it off, then started sucking on her finger. She turned her gaze back to Michael as she pulled her finger out. "Hey there, cutie. The name's Kyu.

GAME OF TONGUES! Queen Cersei Lannister knew that the meeting could have gone worse, but it could have gone a lot better. Nevertheless, they were not fighting or dying, so things could be improved, this was more and more evident the longer Cersei thought about the so-called mother of dragons. Retiring to her chambers to await the woman who had tamed some dragons and garnered a following because of it, she had moved to her chambers to await the woman who had tamed some dragons and garnered a following because of it. Women were different, Cersei knew that. She had been fucked thoroughly and often by her brother, by studs who had been brought to her chambers to service her and then left in pieces, bagged and disposed of. She had even enjoyed the enormous cock of the mountain, albeit while he was dead and could never speak of such things. To her shame she had even come from being abused, several times in fact, as she had walked naked through the city. False tears had stained her cheeks as she had orgasmed from the vile comments and harsh thrashing of hands, sticks, whips and spit. She was a sick and twisted woman, who relished the touch of her own brother, who drowned in ecstasy from the mere thought of incest, who craved depraved couplings, wild carnal escapades and the feel of an orgasm wrenched froth by frenzied and passionate fucking. However, the wettest she had ever been was right now, right this moment, and it wasn't caused by a man or an act of depravity, not even the thought of a threesome or the taste of a man's cum. She was soaking beneath her dress, which had been wrought and decorated by the hands of a dozen slaves, in fact she was drenched. Her thighs were slick and her pussy lips were puffy and swollen. The cause? The sight of the so-called dragon queen, a woman who had sent shivers of anticipation through her as she had fucked her with her eyes and raped her in her waking dreams. She knew that she had to have Daenerys. She had to fuck her, to show her the pleasures of her body, to dominate her. She knew that was the key to both success and pleasure. Men were controlled by allowing them to fuck her, to give them the illusion of control over her. Their cocks spurting their foul seed into her insides, as they groaned out and came within a few minutes. They were always easier to manipulate and control when spent and flaccid. Women were another matter though, they could be teased, they could be fucked and edged for hours, they were not submitted to in order to control, they were dominated, controlled, made to moan in ecstasy and pledge their allegiance. Their taste was of honey, their scent was of flowers, their skin was soft and pliable.. and when they were spanked, or beaten, or whipped, their flesh stained with red trails which pleased the eye. Their tight holes were hungry for tongues, fingers and toys from the east which could stretch them and make them spill forth the most delicious moans from their soft red lips. Cersei wanted Daenerys, she wanted her and she was going to have the false and self-appointed so-called queen, because only in taking her and making her worship Cersei's flesh would she win. They would both win. Cersei paced back and forth, slipping out onto the balcony of her tower suite. From here she could see the Dragons and the threat they suggested, but she knew they would not attack, not when they were needed to fight the walkers, not when it was so painfully evident that one had been killed or lost already. The click of her heeled shoes, imported from some Southern nation, sent echoes through the stone chamber as she sipped at her goblet of wine. She was naked beneath her expensive robes, the slits at the sides revealing tantalizing glimpses of her long slender and toned legs all the way to her hips, for those with enough courage or foolishness to stare at their queen. She could feel the stain of her own juices clinging to her inner thighs and it angered her, it made her furious that her control of her own body was slipping away from her, simply because of some lust for a false queen. The hot little blonde who had come to her with the audacity to lay claim to the throne would have to be bent to her will, shown that the very best she could hope for would be to rule at her side... of course at her side meant beneath her feet, but sitting on a throne beside her might placate those with concerns. Perhaps. Of course all that was fantasy and conjecture, all she wanted right now was to replace the taste of wine in her mouth with that of Dany's juices, her lips, her pussy, her flesh. She wondered if Daenerys felt the same way? Had she imagined the earlier stares? Was she responding to the subtle eye fucking that Cersei had sent her way? Or was she simply sizing her up, thinking about how best to try and destroy her? It could not have been easy for the blonde, surely? With a body and looks such as hers men would fail and flounder, unable to fuck longer than a few minutes before spilling their seed and groaning before rolling over to sleep. No, a woman was needed to feast on that perfect flesh, to suck and to lick and to finger her, just the right way. Cersei hissed, taking a larger gulp to steady her impatience as she paced back and forth. No, Dany had agreed to this meeting within the city, why else unless she wanted to be taken, dominated, shown her true calling... not as the mother of Dragons, but as the thrall and lover of the one true Queen? With a smirk Cersei wondered if she shouldn't simply greet the woman naked, her fingers buried in her gash while she spread her legs wide upon the royal bed. But no, such crude and vulgar brazenness would be for later, first she wanted to see her reaction, feel her heat, look into those hypnotic eyes and know that Dany was as wet for her as she was for the beautiful delicious morsel of a whore given a royal title. The door opened and the Mountain stood there for a moment before stepping aside to reveal Daenerys'. Cersei made no attempt to conceal the way she looked at her, her gaze raking up from her toes to her face before she spoke. "Welcome to my chambers Dany we can be much more informal here, without prying eyes to test our resolve or judge our demeanour. I admit I'm surprised that you agreed to come here, but first... some wine?" she poured out a goblet full. "We have a lot to talk about, and there is much for me to explain to you about a possible alliance, such as where a womans true power comes from. Do you have any questions before I begin?" she asked, gesturing to a long couch which sported enough room for them both. Its back and sides were made from weapons swords and spears and halberds, as if it was an elongated parody or homage to the Iron throne, except made for two to sit upon instead of one. Red velvet covered its seat, which contrasted against Cerseis outfit, as she sat down. Her gown slid apart at the slit, as she crossed one leg over the other, exposing her right leg almost to her waist. She waited, patiently, moistening her lips with her tongue as she did so. Feasting her eyes on the false illusionary queen.

Daenerys Stormborn, breaker of chains was a name feared throughout Essos, and already the icy tendrils of gossip and rumour were bringing her tales and legends across the grassy lands of Westeros. All the way to the Northern icy wastelands, down to the burning deserts of Dorne. The Targaryen legend was back, and a white haired Queen was riding the wave of power. The conquest of Westeros wasn't exactly easy though. The damnable Lannisters did put up a fight, even when confronted by hordes of Dothraki screamers and dragon fire, two of the most terrifying weapons in her arsenal. The Starks rode with her now, as did the Dornish and the remnants of the Tyrells, a host of smaller houses threw their troops into the mix also and she had quite the little force under her command. Except, now it was riding north. She had seen the true enemy, it wasn't a blonde sitting on a pile of melted bastard swords, it wasn't a Crimson House that ruled with an iron fist and interlinked their bloodlines-Not that there was anything wrong with that according to the young Targaryen- it was an army of the undead. Innumerable in counting and terrifying in scale. She had sent her armies Northwards, and rode as hard south as she could to arrange a ceasefire and Peace Talks, and try her damnedest to get Lannister red cloaks onto the wall alongside her forces. She had been surprised at the gentle summons to Cersei's chamber and was more than happy to take up the offer. It might make sure she would ride North faster...besides, the older woman's eyes had never left the young Targaryen the entire time they were at the meeting. Daenerys returned the glances often, and a stirring inside of her kicked off... seeing such a powerful woman was almost a novelty for the Targaryen. She'd always been the one that was in charge... but suddenly she had an equal, and it was exhilarating. Her thick, warm jacket and trousers were soon appreciated; her nipples could cut diamonds and a certain dampness was forming between the girls legs. Knocking on the door and entering, she gave a diplomatic smile to the older woman, but felt the rush of lust settling in as she set eyes on the golden-haired woman. The mountain was a tad unnerving, but Dany had seen bigger monsters in her time and strode right past the beast. Dany was dressed more conservatively still in her thick furred jacket and trousers, her red cape trailing from one shoulder behind as she walked in. "Some wine would be lovely, your Grace," she replied as she settled onto the couch, eyeing the spears and blades with interest as she sat and also crossed a leg. Though maybe not quite so revealing as the other woman's. The goblet met her lips and the dry red was a wonderful sensation, and clearly piqued Dany's interest, just as her eyes trailed up that long leg without thinking. Snapping back to reality, she returned the warm smile. "Where do I get more of this wine?" she asked with a small smirk, a nice little ice breaker as she broke into a beaming grin, already feeling more relaxed as she sunk into the couch. "Where do we begin? Cersei..." she drawled, dropping the formality.

Ichigo Kurosaki had been through a lot in his relatively young life; he'd battled Hollows and Arrancars, fought his way through the Soul Society to rescue his friend Rukia Kuchiki, tamed his inner Hollow, battled against Aizen and his armies, and even lost and regained his Soul Reaper abilities. But none of that had prepared him for the impending arrival of his child with his new wife, Orihime Inoue. Long-time friends and recent lovers as their graduation from school had neared, the last thing Ichigo had expected was to impregnate his girlfriend, but being the upstanding guy that he was - and since he was planning on doing this eventually anyway - he had proposed to her and they'd soon been married. Now they were living together as newly weds, and while he was still adjusting, Ichigo was happy with their new set of circumstances. It was a busy set of circumstances though; between spending time with Orihime, working at his Father's Clinic, and his duties as a Substitute Soul Reaper, he was often on the move! But he didn't mind. Someone had to keep Karakura Town safe, after all, and with his abilities, he was the best one for the job. It was on one such night that he found himself returning home after patrolling Karakura Town, and after slipping back into their home and returning to his human form, made his way stealthily through the halls. Finding Orihime in the kitchen, he paused for a moment to take in his wife, feeling himself growing a little excited at the sight of her. Always beautiful with her large breasts, pretty face, and curves, she had become even more so since becoming pregnant, and his libido soon took control, guiding him to come closer and hug her from behind. "Hi." he said, pressing his groin against her behind, letting her feel his growing erection. Meanwhile, his hands slipped up to her chest, groping and caressing her breasts firmly. "Feeling ok?" he asked curiously as he fondled and caressed his wife, always concerned about her wellbeing.

As always, Ichi," Orihime moaned out, letting out the cutest giggle. She enjoyed it when her large breasts were groped by her new husband as it felt rather good given they were quite sensitive, especially for all the treatment they had gotten. They were swelling with a sweet tasting milk, easily already becoming half a cup bigger since they discovered her pregnancy on Graduation Night. Orihime was easily showing already, sporting a small bump that her belly was now sporting. No matter what she wore, she couldn't hide the fact she was pregnant. She was currently dressed in a cute tube top that couldn't cover her belly bump, exposing it. Her large milk-filled breasts were straining it a bit as well. Her long, orange hair was tied back into a ponytail, making sure it didn't get in the way while she was in the kitchen. She had on a pair of blue short shorts that had been bought for her when she and Ichigo were on their honeymoon. Her shapely bottom had increased in size, only becoming more desirable and firm as the pregnancy continued. Her legs were long and curvy and her hips were already growing in the right places the body slowly prepared itself for an eventual birth. "How was your day, Ichi?" Orihime cooed in the commonly used seductive tone she had whenever they were alone together. She had become so confident around her husband that her worrisome, shy self was easily forgotten outside of being in public and trying to please everyone else. When they were alone, it was like magic sparking between them.

Brian was nervous. He had transferred high schools because he was a Qwaser and was supposed to protect Casie. The advice Jessica had given him was to introduce himself and act natural. Well that was easier said than done. Outside the school, Brian "just happened" to bump into Casie. He went in for the standard handshake to be polite, but tripped over an errant soda can. Brian tripped and fell face first into Casie's breasts! A Wrackcident! 'Oh crap,' Brian thought.

Casie lived in the campus housing, which her parents paid extra to keep her safer. Her large breasts seemed to invite sexual harassment, and she had learned not to trust many people. When a stranger greeted her, it immediately raised flags. As he fell face-first into her soft, squishy breasts, she jumped back and let him fall to the ground. She felt a bit bad when his face smacked the concrete.

Two Ark Guards entered the isolated prison room of Callen Rodgers. The young man assumed it was time for him to be floated. How did such a well-mannered young man end up in the Sky Box? In essence, it was love. Callens mother got pregnant around the same time as her close friend, Abby Griffin. It was only natural that their two children were close. Play dates at a young age, time spent at the others quarters when parents were working they were together often. As the pair grew older, it bloomed into something deeper than a friendship. Callens only experience with girls, romantic or sexual, happened with Clarke. They had been dating ever since they were around the age of twelve. They were simply cuddling on the couch of her quarters, watching an old film when the guards busted into the door. They arrested Clarke for her knowledge about the Ark losing oxygen. Well, nobody was going to dare put their hands on Clarke without Callen saying something. Now, Callen was not exactly overly masculine or strong, but there was no telling what a man could do when the woman he loved was in jeopardy. As hard as he fought, he was no match for multiple trained, armed guards. They were both eventually arrested. It was revealed that it was Abbys doing, that she informed the Council about what her husband knew and what Clarke knew. She just did not expect Callen to know or to react like this. It had been over a year now. Callen had lost track of time in isolation. It was driving him nuts. After a wristband was slapped onto his wrist, he found himself shoved into a drop ship headed for Earth because they are expendable but that if they are co-operable, their crimes will be forgiven, per a message from the Chancellor. There was too much going on for Callen to take in, especially when they seemed to land safely, minus the two delinquents that were dumb enough to attempt and follow Finns lead. Callen was in the middle of the pack when everyone stood up, filing out towards the door. Callen was not that tall, only around 59, so it was tough for him to see over much of anything. His hazel eyes continued to scan the drop ship, though, hoping to find a certain familiar face that would make things on the ground so much easier.

After over a year in solitary confinement, Clarke Griffin had sworn that her release had come early when her cell door opened and she was grabbed at. She hadn't gone easily and the guards had to use force to get her to move - and even then, she had been so volatile that she needed sedation. She sure wasn't acting the same way when she hit the ground. While she wasn't surprised in the least to find out that the Ark had finally hit a critically low level of oxygen, sending kids to the ground seemed irrational. However, even as they plummeted through the sky, there was one consuming thought in the blonde's head: if they had sent all the prisoners to the ground, that meant that Callen had been sent as well. She had considered him rash for acting as he did on the fateful day when they were parted, but now it seemed almost like a blessing. Her blue eyes scanned the sea of bodies as everyone started to file out of the drop ship. Since she hadn't seen the face she wanted while still secured, Clarke figured that he had simply been placed elsewhere. Eventually she caught sight of him - and even from behind she knew that it was him. She weaved her way through the crowd until she could come up behind him and then she squeezed her beloved tight. "Callen!" she cried out, ecstatic. "I don't think I've ever been this happy to see you!

Vanessa sighed as she dropped another empty toolbox onto the barren ground beside her, grumbling as she glanced around, wiping her brow. She'd used a decent amount of ammo to clear out several Radscorpions in this area, thinking that they must've been gathered here by something, but instead all she'd found were empty toolboxes, depleted fusion batteries and caps that were so rusted they were practically useless. As for the radscorpions, well, they were all rather scrawny, not much meat on them at all, enough for her to cook a few meals from but not enough to sell for any real profit. "Great....just great..." The girl muttered, lifting up her 10mm gun to examine it. She'd left Vault 6 months ago now, Vault 14, sealed for 200 years, lost behind a landslide and cut off from all communication. The people in the Vault had considered themselves the last of humanity until prospectors had cleared away the cave entrance. Apparently they had salvaged a Vault Tec facility and found some records of their Vault, the group had been hoping to scavenge the vault remains...imagine their surprise when they had found it fully active and inhabited. After that curiosity had drawn Vanessa to leave, along with several others, all of them going their own way to explore this strange new world. None of them had quite expected things to be so bad, none of them had believed absolutely everything would be so....destroyed. And then ontop of that was the radiation. Vanessa had managed to avoid much of it thanks to her Pip Boy, but sometimes it was simply unavoidable, either simply in the environment or through food and drink. Fortunately though Vanessa seemed to have suffered no real ill effects from it, though her previously brown hair had now turned a shade of light blue, and her bangs had taken on an unusual shape, but she considered herself lucky to not be suffering any additional mutations, especially after she'd encountered her first Ghoul and seen first hand just what radiation could potentially do. "Ok..." She holstered her gun, then checked her Pipboy, turning to head further North. She'd been warned against heading too far in that direction by the inhabitants of the last settlement she'd visited, but none of them could really say why, just that their parents and their parents parents had always said to avoid it. Well, that meant there was the possibility of the area being untouched by previous scavengers, meaning Vanessa might be able to find some traces of the old world that nobody had seen for centuries.

Reptilian slitted pupils with yellow eyes from all around looked at the wondering traveler, watching and waiting to see what she would do. A pair of gray eye's, with pupils slittled like a cat watched as well. It seemed as if the mutants of the wasteland had been watching, waiting to see what this one would do. While at the same time, the blue slitted cat-like eyes waited to see what the yellows would do. Those eye's had a rough idea what the yellows would do to that poor girl, and it shuttered at the thought. Though those blue eye's had taken notice of the gear adorning the human, it looked like the gear adorning the other human she found previously; hell it was the same gear! Right down to the number fourteen. Then again the other difference was, that this human was female from the start. The other had met a fate by her and her sister hands, and was currently a cock-sucking bitch, speaking of, the gray eye's turned behind smiling as she watched her twin fuck the former man into the ground. Though she was quick to turn back to the situation with the girl wandering the waste, a frown on her face as she thought of what those reptiles would do to the poor girl. "Fuuuuuuck, I really want to save her." The gray eye's groaned, looking towards a gun off to her side. A simple cowboy repeater with an attached scope. The gray eye's contemplated shooting the human wondering to her doom. The yellow reptilian-like eyes watched eagerly, large breasts pressed against the ground, keeping them low and out of sight; yet also continuously getting turned on as their nipples drug across the ground. A grin spread across it's face, as the wind began to pick up; making the semi long hair it had move in it, a storm was coming and it knew that was its moment to strike with its pack.

Hinata Hyuuga didn't know where she was or even if this place could be called...well...somewhere. When she first arrived, wherever this place was, it had been nothing but emptiness in every direction, absolute nothingness as far as the eye could see. Before that, she had been in the lowest levels of the village library, sorting through various ancient scrolls. Now that the fighting was done and things had gotten quiet, Hinata had found something a little calmer to relax, to take a break from war. And besides, Naruto had made it rather clear he wasn't interested in her the way she wanted, so burying herself in some work away from other people seemed like a good idea. One of the scrolls she had come across though, buried away in the bottom of a deep dark corner, had caught her eye. It was covered in various seals, but every single one of them seemed to have mostly worn away. Despite being careful in picking it up, Hinata had ended up opening the scroll and for a moment was blinded by a flash of light. When it faded away, she found a floating ball of light hovering before her, but as she reached out for it, the ball seemed to fade slightly before launching forward and straight into her chest. She felt warm for a moment, the light spreading through her body, causing it to glow entirely for just an instant... then with another flash, she was gone, and that's when she found herself here, in this infinite nothingness. As she wandered around, tried calling out, she felt strange new thoughts entering her mind. She seemed to understand that the ball of light had been an ancient being, almost akin to a god, a being that existed between dimensions, explored other worlds. When it came to her world though it had been attacked and weakened, and unable to escape it had been sealed away. In the centuries that followed it had grown weaker and weaker, and by the time Hinata freed it then it was on the verge of death, the only option it had was to pass on its power to Hinata before it died, letting her take its place to maintain balance between dimensions. Of course that wasn't necessarily the strangest part. Hinata hadn't noticed at first, but as she had started to walk around...she found an odd feeling between her legs. Her pants and underwear felt tighter, and they seemed like they were getting tighter with every passing second. Eventually Hinata decided there was nobody else around, so she reached down, tugging her pants and panties out of the way...then screamed at what she saw. Just above her vagina something was growing....something that looked very much like a flaccid male cock, and it was steadily growing with every passing second, dropping down past her crotch and starting to reach down her legs, the growth only stopping when it reached all the way down to her knees. Hinata panicked, though she didn't know how long for. It was impossible to determine any passage of time here, she wasn't even sure if time existed here at all. Eventually though she calmed down, just pulling up her pants, though now there was definitely a large bulge running down one of the legs. Eventually she sat down, thinking about food and water. There was nothing here, how would she eat? Drink? Though as she thought more intently about her favourite food....it had suddenly formed in front of her, seemingly appearing from thin air! After a moment she reached for it, and found it to be real! It felt real...it smelled real...it tasted real! By concentrating Hinata even managed to summon or create a bottle of water too! With a little more concentration Hinata created something approximating her bedroom, though as she crawled onto the bed her thoughts turned to loneliness. There was nobody else here, nobody....and as Hinata closed her eyes all she could think about was how she might never see anyone ever again....how she so wanted some company, despite her new....'condition'.

Loneliness... it was an absolute no one could escape," she thought. With the powers that were now invested in her, there were changes that were still yet to come. Her powers began to react to her desire, climbing out and reaching for someone to help soften the lonely feeling. It was pulling someone into where she was. A woman from another world named Rias Gremory would be 'plucked' and pulled into the same bed as Hinata.

The Red Potion" Bar; Hours into the night... Starlight Island was a very special place. A huge isle located across the multiversal ocean, where people from across multiple worlds, make the journey for relaxation, work, adventure and a good time. Sunny beaches, tons of different entreatment venues, and vast lush forests for the nature-types. But right now, our story begins at a small but cozy bar known as The Red Potion. At this hour it seemed that there were just a handful of people inside, all immersed in their own lives. Amongst them was a particular young-looking angel currently sitting by the barstand.... This was Pit, who right now simply sighed as the Bartender, a Toad, handed him another drink. He had barely finished the first one and he could already feel himself tipsy. Pit had traveled to the island with his boss and goddess, Lady Palutena, for some well-earned R&R. Pit thought maybe, just maybe, time here could be the chance where he could finally spend more time with her; Tell her more about his feelings... But he chickened out and soon enough, Palutena assumed Pit wanted his space; which wasn't far from the truth, but was not helping him after she met with some old acquaintances. Pit just felt lonely in general, specially with the fairer sex. Despite his angelic looks, he was still a young man with needs and wants...but of course it wasn't like if luck was going to smile his way...

But luck seemed to smile as one woman came to sit next to the lonely angel. This was the love fairy Kyu, though right now she didn't look like a fairy using her human disguise. "Bartender, get me a Mojito," she said, and within moments the Toad gave her drink. Kyu's eyes drifted towards Pit's direction. He was her next person she wanted to help out in the love department. "Hey there cutie." She called to Pit, giving him a moment to reply. She then took the slice of lime on her glass and sucked on it for a moment before placing it back on her glass. "My name is Kyu. Mind if I ask for your name, Angel?" She asked as the string strap of her red dress fell off her shoulder.

Nidalee was only a young girl traveling with her treasure-seeking parents when they lost their way through the dense, rainy Kumungu Jungle. The jungle was unforgiving, and she watched her parents suffer their agonizing final days as they fell victim to a mysterious and vicious disease. After their death, Nidalee was left vulnerable to the jungle around her. As improbable as it was for a child to survive in the inhospitable jungle by herself, she did just that. Her youthful innocence and fortunate naivete caused her to appeal to the beasts of the place and she was taken in by a family of cougars and raised as one of their own. She grew and somehow absorbed the raw magic of the dense wilds, evolving beyond both her human physiology and her feline affectation. The dark skies were soon flooding with morning dawn, swirls of orange radiating from the rising sun as it bathes its essence against the jungles leaves. Nidalee stirred awake, the light spilling into her cave as she nestled in with her feline pack. Soft murmurs of purrs vibrated against her ear drums, making her groan as she retaliated against consciousness. They were so soft, the purring acting like a lullaby, albeit the grumbling in her stomach caused her to finally lift up from the rocky ground. A long yawn accompanied with tiresome stretches helped her to awaken. The others weren't too keen on following her so she would set foot out into the jungle by herself. Gripping the base of her weapon of choice, a hand-crafted spear, she would search the terrain for a meal to share. It wouldn't have been a problem searching for food in the real world, Nidalee harvesting the riches her family was searching for in her den. Back home she would've been rich, considered a millionaire, but no one tried to search for her, let alone know where to even look for her. She was 22 now and no other humans had inhibited in these lands besides her. In the distance stood a wild deer, grazing on the dewy grass as its jaw moved from side-to-side. Her feline instincts kicked in as she crouched down, shoulders elevating to get into a better position to attack when it was time. It pivoted around, its back now facing her. Her heart raced, adrenaline spiking as she heaved upwards. Aiming the tip of her spear towards the neck of the doe she would chuck it fiercely, hitting the target as she hypothesized, her prey falling down to the ground almost silently. She drug her prize back to the cave and showed it off to her feline companions.

The wilds of this land were untamed, and Gabriel knew the risk entering them. The tropical and lush forest of Kumungu was virtually uncharted, but rumors of riches were abound about the steamy, tepid jungles. For Gabriel, this was reason enough to turn his exploratory and hunting skills to these near forbidden lands, and to find out the veracity of such claims. It had been a few days since he began to enter the dense jungle, a blade in hand to help cut down the thick forestry and vegetation around him. Last night was the first time he had set up a more entrenched base, and it was only recently that he had felt that it was safe to begin mapping and charting his exploration. With the sounds of wildlife all around him, he took pause to take them in for the briefest of moments. New and unusual birds crowing in the treetops, the occasional whooping of some strange animal or primate in the distance probably nothing of an immediate threat, but the wary explorer kept a safe distance away from those sounds, his blade at the ready for more than just hewing away the vegetation. Every so often, he left a notch on a tree or branch, ensuring that he would have a good way to return back to his erstwhile home. However, over time he began to take notice of something: footprints. Not an animal or a beast, but of a human's. Hmm? Kneeling down to examine some of the more fresh footprints, a finger pressing in against the upturned soil. These were.. these were definitely recent, and with a spatter of blood not far from them, it was a curiosity he couldn't help but indulge in. Were there natives in the woods? Would they be friendly, or would they be a threat he'd have to evade and outmaneuver? Perhaps it was even unwise to head further in without at least brooking peace with them? Following the tracks and what looked to be something heavy getting dragged, the red-haired man began to move a little more freely, his violet eyes keeping an eye on the trail, curious to find the source!

Crypt, a normal citizen of Vale, 5'11" with dark brown hair to mid-length, was caught up in an attack of Grim overriding the small part of the city he lived in. A couple of teams were dispatched in to take care of the grim, and while in the middle of trying to evacuate the city to some safe house away from the grim. He managed to get away from most of the fighting, but found himself cornered by one of the grim, most of the teams that were taking care of the grim were farther away. After a moment, Crypt got knocked out, finding himself waking up in a safehouse, with a warm feeling down below. When he opened his eyes and focused a bit more, he found his cock between two soft mounds of one of the Grim hunters Yang.

Yang eagerly pumped her breasts around Crypt's throbbing and massive cock. Her cleavage was sticky and coated with his pre-cum, and her long blonde hair obscured some of the erotic sight. She would pause her pumping every few moments to lean down and take his bulbous tip into her mouth, giving it a skillful suck before swirling her agile tongue around it. She happily moaned as she lapped up his pre-cum with her tongue before opening her eyes and realizing Crypt was now awake. His cock left her mouth with an audible pop, and she grinned up at him. "Morning, cutie," she said in a teasing manner, giving his tip a soft kiss after she asked.

It was rumored that an online virtual reality game would soon be available to the public in two years' time. The source was anonymous, and those who heard about the big topic of discussion stereotypically shrugged their shoulders, saying that technology wasn't progressive enough to create something so elaborate. Those who fed into the rumors continued to keep the idea of this new gaming style alive while many had given up on the notion. A year later after the gossips had been sparked a light was shed when NerveGaming, a distinguished gaming company, finally publicized what everyone was waiting for: there truly was going to be an online virtual reality game. Swiftly after the reveal they announced they would allow 50 lucky individuals to test the game before anyone else, sending those blessed victors the headgear and console required for the new age styled gaming. The name of the game was under construction at the time, later being revealed as Scheme Online, a perfect name for a game that was just getting started. A month passed before the release date was distributed, February 19th, 2023. It was January 3rd, and the tension couldn't have been more glorified. The night before Scheme Online was released there were lines that extended for what seemed like miles outside of the gaming shops. Everyone wanted to get their hands on the updated new world gaming equipment. Zira was one of those folks who couldn't wait to try out the raved product, waiting in line herself overnight just to get her hands on her new toy. She couldn't sleep for weeks, wondering about all of the infinite potentials that she could manipulate within her new virtual home. Unfortunately, she wasn't selected to become a tester for the game, and though she was hurt, her imagination filled in the blanks until she could check out the invention for herself. Once she acquired her NerveGaming equipment, she hastened off to swiftly set up the technology she had been waiting for since the rumors had germinated. The setup only took a half an hour to her astonishment before everything was ready to be playable. Once the adrenaline settled in, a sense of surrealism soaked into her body. Was she really about to dive into this unknown world? She shook the lingering pessimistic thoughts out of her head. There was no time to be so negative when she was so eager for this game until now. Taking a seat on her bedside, she gripped at the headgear and inspected its details. The surface was smooth, the logo of the brand sliding against her fingertips as it was engraved into the headwear. She felt ready now. Gingerly, she laid down on her back and pulled away her snow-white tresses so it wouldn't get stuck in the headgear or cause any discomfort as she was about to place it on. Another lingering thought made its way back into her skull, nagging at her to think this over a bit before indulging. She had enough of the judgments her mind was giving her and grabbed the headpiece reluctantly before forcefully capping it atop of her head. She lay her head back and let out a long breath of air to simmer down her boiling nerves. It took a second before the gaming device roared with wind from the fans kicking on, causing her consciousness to drift off into another reality. The white loading screen burst to life, the words "Scheme Online" spewed across before the login screen shortly replaced it. Since this was a new game she had to create a character along with her username and password. It was always so difficult to pick out a badass username for others to see, but Zira pondered on the idea for longer than she should have. A unisex name would best suit her and finally she came up with the username Ziv, meaning bright and radiant in Hebrew. The username is short and sweet, just how she likes it, and she was surprised that she was able to pick something so simple without it already being taken. "Hello, Ziv, and welcome to Scheme Online! Please choose your avatar and we will get started!" Bold letters read on her screen before the two gender icons rotated around, awaiting for her to click on one. Since she was a female many males would poke fun of her or attempt to reward her with riches just because, and she wasn't about that style of gaming. To take the ease off from her first time playing she chose a male avatar, picking him out to be a dagger wielder, meaning he was a rouge, with an Indian-styled theme to him. No one would suspect her true identity. "Alright, it looks like you're good to go, Ziv! Have fun and explore this new world around you. If you need help, swipe and tap on the 'H' for further guidance." The words filled her vision once more before everything faded to black... Ziv fell to the ground, rubbing his head whilst letting out a small groan as it ached from the impact. His eyes were hard to adjust to the new lighting, his hands rolling into gentle fists to rub his eyes to see if that would help to see things more clearly. Slightly his eyelids opened, letting his pupils adjust to the bright light that was the sun above him. He had just realized what had happened in this instant, pulling his arms in front of him to see that Zira was actually a he! "No way..." He muttered under his breath as he moved his fingers around as if he never had them before. His chestnut hues dropped down to his somewhat bare chest, wanting to cover his skin in a natural reaction but reminded himself that he was indeed a man and no one would tell the difference. Stumbling up to his feet, he brushed off the dirt and grass that clung onto his clothing before taking in the sights before him. There was a city nearby while everything around him was grasslands and forests. Everyone had to be meeting in the city to check out all of the action. His heel pivoted around as he pranced off into the city's direction. Entering inside of the gates, he saw vendors, taverns, inns, bars, everything that you could ever imagine. In his inventory, he started off with 100 Gold, which wasn't a lot but could do him well starting off. He purchased a beverage to wet his whistle that had become parched during his walk, the cold drink hitting the spot all the way down until the last gulp. There was so much to do; Ziv went towards the quest boards to pick up a couple of quests to get his level up and to see what his abilities were and what he was capable of. He found out he could perform any combo or attack he wanted and as long as he practiced, he would increase his damage skill as well as parrying. Time passed by in a flash, the sun starting to set but not enough to cause the cotton candy colored skies to be replaced with cosmic darkness. He sat under a tree by himself as he ate an apple that had fallen from it, savoring the taste as he enjoyed this magnificent sight before him. There was no such thing as having this good of a day back in real life. He had to savor every moment before he had to log out and go back into reality. Suddenly, his avatar pixelated as it was being transferred. He dropped his apple in surprise as his hands extended outwards as he tried to grasp on what was happening. Did he accidentally click on something? He blinked and before he knew it he was sitting down in the plaza in the city, everyone's avatars popping up alongside him. At least he wasn't the only one experiencing this abnormality. Maybe it was another announcement since it was opening day. "System Announcement. System Announcement." A female voice chirped repeatedly until everyone arrived. Tons of voices filled the air, all of them asking the same questions that were rumbling through his mind. Why were they here? What is this announcement about? Why does everyone have to be here? It was getting late and Ziv didn't have time to listen to the announcement, knowing it'll be on the website for him to check later. Swiping his screen he opened up the menu, clicking on the log out option until the button disappeared as soon as he touched it. His eyes widened before tapping at where the button use to be to see if it had become invisible; a glitch that could've happened. Nothing wouldn't budge. "H-hey! I can't log out!" A female voice shrieked into the air. "What are you talking about?" A male voice replied to the girls, only to find that he shared the same issue as her. Before long everyone was talking about how their log-out buttons disappeared before a holographic masked figure appeared out of the sky, hovering above everyone. He was so large that his shadow cast down on them, once warmth from the light turning cold and dark from him blocking the way. "Attention Players," The Grand Master spoke aloud, his voice booming with power. Everyone quieted to listen to what he had to say. "My name is Orion Vesper, and as of this moment, I am the sole person who can control this world." The chattering began, those speaking to each other asking what does he mean by his words until he started to speak again. "I'm sure you've already noticed that the log-out button is missing from the main menu. But this is not a defect in the game. It is a feature of Scheme Online." "A Feature?" Ziv whispered under his breath, placing a thoughtful finger on his chin while thinking deeply about why it was a feature. Doesn't the Game Master realize that it means they're stuck in here? "You cannot log out of Scheme Online yourselves and no one on the outside can shut down or remove the headgear. Your bodies will be transferred here to remove all possibility of you leaving." The Grand Master continued, the crowd breaking out in dismay. "Come on! Stop joking around!" Someone shouted near the back. "This isn't funny!" Another person chimed in their two cents. "What's he talking about? He's got to be nuts!" "I hope you relax and attempt to clear the game," he continued, his voice deep in sound and tinted with sadistic traits. "There is no longer any method to revive someone within the game. If your HP drops to zero, you will be forever lost." Gasps and shrieks were sounded off as they realized he wasn't joking around. "There is only one means of escape and that is to complete the game. You are presently on the lowest floor of the game, Floor 1. If you make your way through the dungeon and defeat the Floor Boss, you may advance to the next level. Defeat the final boss on Floor 100 and you will clear the game." "Clear all hundred floors?! That'll take forever! The Beta testers never made it anywhere near that high!" A male shouted loudly for those around him to hear. "Finally, I've added a present from me to your item storage. Please, see for yourselves." Everyone opened up their main menu and opened their storage up on their screens, a mirror hidden in there. "When you complete the first floor boss it will change your avatar to what you look like in real life. That is when the transfer will happen." The deep voice rang in the air once more. The headgear covers players entire head with a high-density signaling device so it has the power to transfer ones body into the virtual world. "Right now, you're probably wondering 'Why?' Why would I do all of this? My goal has already been achieved. I created Scheme Online for one reason... to create this world and intervene in it. And now, it is complete. This ends the tutorial for Scheme Online... Good luck players." And with that final speech he disintegrated into pixels, vanishing from their sight to leave them with nothing but the horror they are now faced with.

Trevor had waited and planned carefully after Scheme Online was announced, doing all he could to ensure he would be one of the first people to play the game. The Nerve gaming equipment was top of the line, and he couldn't wait to test it out the way it was meant to be used. Full VR immersion, what could it possibly be like? He smirked quietly to himself in his apartment, looking at the equipment he had just set up. He would be one of the pioneers of this type of gaming, and he already could feel that it would revolutionize the gaming market and possibly entertainment entirely from hereon. He reclined on his bed, making sure to set up a small amount of pillows to keep him from rolling off if he moved in his gaming state. He put the headset on ten minutes before the game's launch time, acclimating to the feeling of the headset."Link, Start." His world shifted and rotated in his view as he was transported into the game to the character creation screen. He chose 'Raziel' as the characters name, after spending some time typing in various attempts that hadn't felt right. He spent most of his time altering the characters appearance to look similar to his own, though a bit more rugged. After a significant amount of time in the screen, he moved his hand along the selection wheel before him to hit confirm. While spinning it, while he was so focused on finding the correct button, he grazed the toggle for 'gender'. His character model went into an altered state to fit the new choice as soon as he hit confirm. A look of horror touched his features at the mistake as the game began to load. It's actually no big deal, I'll just log out and delete this character once I load in... Kill some time, but I have plenty, he thought to himself as the world seemed to form in around him. This was Aincrad, Scheme Online's world. In front of Raziel stood Beginner city, and she looked around a bit uncomfortably as she saw the bustle of new players flooding the city. She immediately opened the menu, to quickly log out before anyone got too far ahead or tried talking to her and... No log out button. More searching. Nowhere to be found. A very real sense of panic hit Raziel. If there was no log out button, she couldn't change her gender! It was going to be a big problem, but... Then it hit her. No logging out meant no getting out of the Headset. "Shit... This is very bad,"she muttered to herself, squeaking slightly at the sound of her voice. It was still coming from herself and she could even feel herself talking, but it was a very light feminine voice that came when she spoke. It felt very wrong, and Raziel began to worry. It wasn't a lot of time, however, before the announcement was made. As the item was received, Raziel stopped paying attention, missing the last part of what was said. She was lost in thought and already beginning to worry about what would happen. This was to be life until they cleared the game... All hundred floors. And death... She shook her head, unable to think about it without becoming more unmotivated. From the beginning, it was her goal to win this game. This just meant it was no longer an option. Determination struck, and Raziel glared towards where the ethereal man had been speaking. It was going to be a hell of a game.

Hinata was taken out for a stroll, into her home for the first time since months after it fell to the foreign invading forces. Her village was the last one to fall, and to know that they had held on for so long against these people who seemed to have employed all the right techniques to simply beat even the best of them gave Hinata a strange sense of pride as she was being walked down on a leash, her body nude and in the full view of everyone to enjoy, especially the man who was showing him around. The collar read "Slave Girl Hinata" in the invaders' strange and foreign language. She was set out there to see the fate of her people, it was a tactic to break her fighting spirit, one which she had employed thoroughly across her few months of imprisonment by her superiors. Despite all the mind-breaking tactics that they'd used against her, she managed to endure, for she cherished the idea of Konohagakure... but was this really the village she stood so firmly for? That thought hit her strong in the head as she looked around. There were men working hard labor to construct alien buildings and settlements as invading generals barked orders at them, whipping them if they chose to misbehave, some of them were even put down on the spot for misconduct. Many of whom she used to know before her village's fall. She observed the giant statue of a foreign conqueror that had replaced the former Hokage Rock, spitting into the face of what she stood for... but this was Konohagakure after all. She saw some slave girls like herself obediently pleasing their masters with their bellies full of their babies. She couldn't help shake off the feeling that this might've been what Konohagakure was now. A servile city in service of a superior peoples. As she walked, the man at the end of her leash barked at her something, which made her turn back and look at him in relative fear. He looked at her straight in the eye, which made Hinata look away in embarrassment. She knew what that gaze meant. He wanted to bring her onto her knees in front of the enslaved men. She was reluctant to approach him but felt as if she had no choice. Slowly, she'd go down on her knees, basing herself off with her hands. The cock would imminently be strung onto her face, she'd look at it with a sorrowful gaze. She'd then simply touch the tip of her lips on his cockhead, not really even sucking it or licking, clearly trying to see how much she could get away with.

Aurelian was a commander of the Imperium that had sacked and enslaved the Ninja civilization. He was well regarded by his men and well liked by his family back home. He was a tall man, with broad shoulders and a firm and solid chest like a wall. Being the noble that he was, he had free reign to enslave many women from the recently captured populace. He had taken his pick from the lot and the girl known as Hinata was one of his favorites so far. She still held some defiance in her, defiance he wished to break and mold for the glory of the Imperium. Thus, he had brought her out into the streets, to show her what had become of her people, of her friends and family. The men were being whipped to build roads, buildings and temples of the Imperium. All around her would be people she'd recognized, Naruto was among those in the crowd being forced to work. Beside the men, the women were all walking about naked or chained to post for public fuckings. Shinobi were little more than cock sleeves for the men of the Imperium now. Thus it was that Aurelian commanded her to pleasure him. She might know his language fully, but she recognized it enough to knew what he wanted from her. She seemed to get the idea as she approached and got on her knees, but the dismal start resulted in her getting a strong back hand and being called a whore but in his language and her native tongue. He gripped her head now and forced his massive cock into her mouth. Indeed, all men of the Imperium were in general, quite more well endowed than the male ninjas and Aurelian was no different. His cock was massive, and he was forcing Hinata to take in so much of it as he let out a moan, his hand gripping her head for support.

The year was 2374. The Dominion War raged on, showing no signs of ending soon. It had been a back-and-forth struggle between the United Federation of Planets, its ally the Klingon Empire, and their enemies, the Dominion and the Cardassians. Both sides had victories and suffered losses. The Dominion had pulled back after losing control over Deep Space Nine to a fleet led by Captain Benjamin Sisko. This didn't end the war; it would only make it last longer. Both sides were now playing a waiting game, rebuilding ships and regaining lost manpower. The two sides were busy plotting what their next moves would be. On Deep Space Nine, Commander Lenara Singh, first officer of the Starship Protector, was enjoying some leave time. Her ship was currently at Starbase 375, having taken a group of Starfleet admirals there for meetings on the war. The captain of the ship, Kyle West, had told Lenara this was the perfect time for her to get some downtime. Lenara had been invited to her best friend and former lover's wedding. Lenara Singh and Jadzia Dax had been friends since they were in Starfleet Academy together. The two women had been roommates and became lovers. Their love had grown so deep that they even talked about marriage at that time. The two women knew their careers in Starfleet might take them away from each other. They decided not to marry but remained very close. Lenara Singh was the daughter of the infamous Khan Noonien Singh. This often made her a target for hate by certain humans. She was currently the target of a secret group called Section 31, who had a plan for her. Only the members of that group knew what that was. However, an alternate version of Lenara, from a mirror universe, had boarded the Protector and downloaded Lenara's command codes. Neither Lenara nor anyone on the ship knew of the security breach. Lenara was still on DS9 enjoying her leave. The wedding between Jadzia & Worf went off without a hitch. Lenara, Jadzia, and Worf had enjoyed a night of passion before the wedding. The three friends fucked for hours, giving them all a special moment to always remember. During her stay on the station, Lenara met many different people. One she found very attractive was the pretty First Officer of DS9, Major Kira Nerys. The two women began talking after the wedding. Their talk continued well after the reception was over. Lenara and Kira went back to the quarters Lenara was using while on the station. Kira had never been bold in sexual situations. She was a good officer and one hell of a fighter. Kira wasn't a prude; she had sex before, but with men. She never took the chance to try sex with another woman. That was until she met Lenara Singh. Lenara was so attractive that Kira wanted to be with her. However, she wasn't sure where to start. Luckily for Kira, Lenara was well schooled in the art of womanly love. Currently, the two women were engaged in the beginning of a pleasure-filled evening. They'd shared a kiss and Lenara was slowly bringing Kira deeper into a pleasure-filled haze. Kira had been kissed by men before. This seemed very different. Lenara was more seductive than most men were. Lenara knew how to build pleasure and make it last longer. She was showing Kira just how good sex was with women. Kira was already lost in pleasure. The kissing was now turning into a more sexual act. Lenara was in total control of her new lover.

Growing up, Lenara had been met with a variety of responses. Both from others her own age and those older than she. Many of the responses were of anger, disgust and even hatred or fear. Not because of who she was as a person, but because of her parentage. Her mother was a wonderful Starfleet Officer. Her father on the other hand, was a mad man who killed many in the past. Her father was Khan Noonien Singh. Khan was a genetically engineered human. One of a group. And like the others in the group, he was more than a normal human. Smarter, faster, stronger. If he hadn't done such terrible things, Kahn could have been a great man. However, Lenara didn't live her life on what-ifs. She spent her time focusing on what could be in the future. But that didn't stop others from seeing the beautiful woman in the same light as her father. Some even believed that she would take the same path as he had. And so, after being treated in such a manner for so long, Lenara had built mental and emotional walls to keep from getting hurt. However, those walls also kept others from getting close and becoming friends. Except for a small handful of people that is. In the Academy, she had a couple close friends, one of which was a lover. She became lovers with her roommate Jadzia, after Lenara discovered her ex-fianc didn't truly love her like he'd claimed. Since leaving the Academy and joining the crew of Captain West, Lenara had finally opened up a bit more and let more people in who truly seemed to care and want to know the woman behind the cold outer shell that others usually saw. And now she was taking on another lover. A pretty woman named Kira Nerys. Lenara had Kira locked in a passionate kiss as she ran one of her hands through Kira's hair. Her other hand slowly slipped around Kira and she was gently pulling Kira closer to her until their chests became pressed close together. Finally, she broke the kiss, leaving both women a little breathless, and Lenara smiled at the other woman. "I'm going to enjoy teaching you." She murmured against Kira's lips. After that, she began to undress the both of them. As she peeled off their clothes bit by bit, her hands continued to stroke and tease Kira's body while her lips also teased her neck and jaw.

Raikou flickered her wrist, causing the blood on her blade to splatter across the ground but leaving the steel blade nearly clean of blood. Her chest rose up and down slowly as she looked around, making sure there weren't any foes left. She and her Master had gone out on a patrol that should have been pretty easy, but they were ambushed by shadow servants and powerful demons. Raikou had done her duty as a Servant though and defended her Master, slaughtering their foes to the last. Her clothes were ripped and cut in places, showing off more of her skin than she was used to, and for some reason...she felt warm. Not from the combat, no...she knew this feeling. It was lust and desire, she could feel her womanhood starting to grow wet as she turned her attention to her Master, doing her best to seem composed. "Master, are you alright? I believe that is the last of them." Raikou sounded sure and firm as she sheathed her blade, but her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could tell her cheeks were likely flushed with a light shade of pink. What was going on with her? Was she so frustrated that she wanted her Master to reward her with a round of love making because she did well? Surely that couldn't be it... right?

Ah, I'm okay," Alex spoke - her master was certainly different from her, with tanned skin and dark eyes, his gaze looked to the carnage that she had brought to their enemies, yet again. The woman was simply marvelous at that! Breathing out softly, he couldn't help but feel a little excited from the mutually shared adrenaline. "...I think that will be all we'll be doing out here today." His golden eyes flickered toward the statuesque woman's, breathing out more sharply. "We'll return to base and take a moment to rest, what do you say?" Something about her was different, and as he tried to focus on the what and the how, even he could feel the growing desire between the two of them.

Merra still didn't know what was happening. He had been crossing the border into Skyrim, perhaps not at a regular crossing point but at least it was discreet, or so he thought. Before he knew what was happening, the Breton found himself surrounded by Imperial troops, arresting not only him but several others that he hadn't even been aware were there. Escape had been impossible, and soon enough Merra found himself clapped in irons and on the back of a cart with several other prisoners, being transported to a nearby town called Helgen. On arrival, it became rather obvious why they had all been brought there: execution. It seemed that one of the captured men had been some kind of rebel leader that Merra had never heard of, but simply being in his presence was enough to warrant an execution without trial, it seemed. He tried to protest, but Merra's words fell on deaf ears, and soon enough he had found himself on the headman's chopping block, the axe raised up above him...and then...the Dragon descended. The entire town fell into chaos in barely an instant, Merra fleeing for safety, finding himself tagging along with one of the very Imperial officers who had been about to execute him only minutes earlier. They made their escape through the caves under Helgen, emerging on the other side of the mountain into the Skyrim countryside. At that point, Merra and the officer parted ways, Merra now left to sit and gather his thoughts. Just what had happened? A dragon? A real dragon? He always thought they were merely stories. But now what was he supposed to do? He had come to Skyrim originally to seek his fortune, perhaps as a mercenary or maybe even a mage thanks to Skyrim having somewhat more lax rules regarding magic due to the absence of the Mages Guild, but now he wasn't so sure. "Ugh...maybe it's time to head back to Cyrodil," Merra rubbed his face, looking up at the sky for a moment, then looking at the rusty sword he had picked up in the caves. It certainly wasn't anything like the blade he had with him when he had been captured, but it was better than nothing at least. "Well, just sitting here isn't going to do me any good." With a deep breath, Merra stood up, glancing around, and started following the trail through the trees, with a bit of luck, he would come across a town sooner rather than later and could at least get his bearings.

It didn't seem like luck would be in his favor though, or well it could but at the most likely chance it would not. He would not be so favored, a faint humming noise would fill his poor little ears. It was alluring, sensual and attractive; it was like the most beautiful woman in the world was playing to him. If Merra were to head down to the nearby river, he would find a naked pale woman with flawless skin and long silky crimson red hair. She was sitting atop of a stump and what looked to be a hunteress of some kind-with clothing too big for their delicate frame- having her silky hair stroked. Both of these women seemed rather endowed, at least from the back half. If Merra were to approach them he would need to keep any and all temptations down.

The night in Gotham was cold, windy and snowy. It was the beginning of winter and Christmas was just around the corner. Though for many cops and heroes, this Christmas was going to be a long one. The police station was buzzing about a bank robber who had been brought into the station and how his face resembled something of a monster you would find in a horror movie, painted up and almost disfigured due to two cuts on the side of his face and a permanent scar on his neck where a rope caressed it. Like the man went mad and tried to kill himself and when he failed decided to rob a bank full of mafia figures. But the kicker was he surrendered as soon as the cops got there and requested a meeting with a lieutenant in their precinct. The man himself went by a code name, one called Wardaddy and as the name suggested he seemed to know his way around knives and a gun giving the military like shooting he did at the bank to take out the guard who tried to be a hero. But the fact was that he wanted to be captured, to be brought here and what baffled the cops is why the six foot six, obviously trained man hadn't broken into the vault nor did he put up a fight. He just asked to be brought he after killing the guard and asked for a certain cop. So as the cop came in, her expression blank and almost unamused being woken up from her slumber. His head slowly turned and he started to speak in a slow manner with a manic Italian accent." A woman always speaks about not being capable of raping someone and yet with the right tools, they can do it and with the current climate get away with it." The lieutenant sat on the other end of the table and mumbled about dealing with another erratic psychopath and yet he knew to be erratic, that meant he would have to be crazy and stupid. As he looked at her, Wardaddy remembered everything. The taunting and the laughter. The way she acted as she sent the pictures to his girlfriend. She was now a part of the reason that his ex-wife was being laughed at because she made a comment that she really was unnecessary. Schoolgirl had no real villain and it kept her the laughing stock. He came back because she needed to know he cared, he was willing to give his life if it meant that in the end she was validated by him becoming her devil and her arch nemesis. It's why he chose her friend, to get her involved so that he could be that baddy she hated and hopefully defeated, he wouldn't let any other hero do it. That and he wanted revenge over the bitch that ruined his life and drove him mad. It's why he was about to prove how calculated and militarily trained he was on a bitch that deserved to die for her sake. "I got you here right?" He asked with a grin, the woman raising her head and tensing when she noticed that he had heard her and asked what he meant. Well... you aren't very bright. For me to be erratic, I would have to be crazy and quite the idiot. But I got you in the same room as me and soon... a guard I paid off is going to come in and I am going to shoot you in the fucking face for ruining my life." The woman seemed intrigued, asking him who he seemed to think she was and kind of prying with a stern tone, the anxiety building as her fears started to be realized about this man being thought dead for years. The thing is Lieutenant, everyone has his or her price. Threaten their children or pay them and well... they bend easy. Franky.... do you love this tight pussy Franky? Better get us pregnant and our parents grandchildren or your girlfriend will hear about this! This made the woman go pale as he laughed, unloading the clip into the girl as his men stormed the building and started shooting it out with the police, the man walking out the back door after cleaning the gun and throwing it aside. Now the fun begins, now the laughter stops. Wardaddy is home. He laughed as he walked away from the now smoking precinct, ready to create more chaos to help a fallen angel.

School Girl was a local crime fighter, but she was never taken seriously. She did not have super powers like others in this world, nor did she have the money to be some high-tech gear head. She did not even wear armor, so she had to learn different ways to get what she wanted and protect herself. That's why she wore a skimpy costume - it offered her an advantage. She was a young, beautiful girl willing to do anything for information. When word of this got out, she became a joke and was degraded by all. She could live with it, but it bothered her. She wanted to be taken seriously, but wasn't sure how. She needed to make a contact within the Pearl Bay Police Department so she could gain inside information, but still hadn't figured out who. When news broke of a gun fight, she was quick to action. Watching from a rooftop, she could see a stand-off taking place. Perfect, she could handle this herself. She had bought some black market items to help her, stripping did pay really well and some clients got a little more than the rest. Her ultimate goal was to be the new Knight Rider, who was her idol. Using a makeshift grappling gun, she swung across to the street to the police department and slowly climbed down the building side like it was a rock cliff. That was another skill she learned by payment with her body. Finding which gun men were still standing, she used a flashlight on her utility belt to bust a window open. She crawled inside and made her way toward the fight. She wasn't a ninja, seeking around in the shadows wasn't an option for her. Luckily, she was very sexy and men could be easily seduced. Taking a deep breath, the very intelligent young lady stepped around the corner; her act beginning. "Give it up already," she said purposefully sounding like an air-headed bimbo so they would believe she was a pushover. At this point, she could be their ticket out of here. Come on guys, put your guns down for me and I'll give you a little surprise, she teased them as her left hand seductively slid up her waist, unbuttoning the bottom button and then moving to the next. Her firm belly button and chandelier belly button charm coming into view. She was a very skilled fighter, maybe more so than Knight Rider but her sexuality gave her an advantage.

Michael Hojo had been assigned to the RWBY team not long after it had been formed. Ozpin had come to recognize the talent of the girls and of the team as a whole, but he also realized just how much danger and trouble they could get into. Thus, he assigned the top student of the year above them to be a...mentor of sorts. Michael had seen RWBY in action and was impressed by the lot of them, even the Schnee girl, as much as he hated to admit it. They all definitely had their weaknesses though and Michael would also act as their trainer and coach to some extent too. He had been introduced to the team awhile ago and he had gotten settled in fairly quickly. He had a good relationship with most of the team; he got along well with Blake because of his connection to Fanus support groups and had quickly realized she was a Fanus and decided to keep that secret to himself after he and she talked about it. He had recognized her from his time supporting White Fang as well and they both agreed to keep that a secret and that secret keeping had fostered a bond of trust between them. He and Ruby also got along well, her hyperness made it hard for him to keep up with at times, but he enjoyed her company and let her lead the team with minimum interference. She would often coming asking for leadership advice or to spare and he was happy to oblige with both, building a good bond of trust. Weiss was a different story. His distaste for her was apparent when they first met and her haughty attitude only reinforced his idea that Schnee's were nothing but a pain in the ass and a problem for society that needed to be gotten rid of. For the sake of the team however, he swallowed his hatred and did his best to try and get along with the girl. Thankfully, she rarely came asking for advice or help and he hoped it stayed that way. He was happy letting Ruby deal with her. Yang was different too. He had fallen hard for the blonde when they first met. Even though she was boisterous and he tended to be more stoic, he found her to be beautiful and radiant and they both loved a good spar which led to them spending many hours together in the gym and training ground. Michael was by far the better fighter at first, given his experience but overtime, he had been trying to teach Yang to fight less with her heart and more with her head, having noticed early on her overreliance on her semblance when in trouble. They traded bad puns and jokes as much as they did punches and it had lead to a deep friendship quickly, one that for Michael had turned into..if not romantic than sexual feelings at the very least. All of this came to ahead when he returned to their dorm room and he just so happened to catch Yang after a shower. One thing led to another and now here they were, in the living room of their dorm, Yang bent over a table, her lovely breasts molding against the hardwood and hardened nipples rubbing against her table as Michael slammed his massive cock into her from behind, his hips slapping against her bubbly ass with every thrust and making it jiggle. "Dust...Yang..your pussy feels amazing!" Michael groaned out as he gave her ass a spank, groping her rear as his hand reached out and grasped a handful of her blonde and still wet hair, tugging back on it like a leash, forcing his cock even deeper and harder into her as he felt his bulbous tip pushing up against her cervix, threatening to push past it and enter her womb.

Most of Team RWBY had been a little... skeptical when they were told they would be assigned a mentor or tutor or something. The only one who didn't give Ozpin weird looks was Ruby Rose herself, who was just happy to have a new friend to hang out with. Gradually, over the couple of months that Michael was with them, they'd grown to enjoy his tutelage... well, except Weiss, who just barely tolerated him being there. After he found out about her Faunus heritage and her history, Blake had been quite scared at first, worried he would turn her into Ozpin. But when he didn't and seemed to sympathize with the Faunus plight, she was honestly quite surprised and relieved. She finally had someone to confide in about her worries and troubles, allowing them to form quite the bond of trust between them. They would often times talk about what the White Fang had once been and expressed their dismay over what it had become in this modern day. Meanwhile, Ruby was just her normal hyperactive and bouncy self, enjoying having a new friend to train and hang out with. It was fun to spar with him, especially since she could show her true love Crescent Rose to someone else. He'd also been quite the fount of advice for the young leader as she was still unsure of her place. Weiss... was rather indifferent to his presence in their team, finding it more of an annoyance than anything else. She was happy the rest of her team was enjoying themselves. She had caught some of the looks he gave her though, but she was used to it by now. Being a Schnee usually meant that people would look at her with disdain or mistrust. She really did hate what her father had done to her family's good name. Yang had been a little... vocal about her opposition to this whole deal at first, seeing as a blatant disregard to her and her teams abilities that would need a mentor. Meeting Michael had quickly changed her opinion on the subject however. She was enjoying her time with the young man, especially when they were training or sparring or exercising. She'd been trying to take his advice to heart but, well, she really didn't care. The way she fought now helped her win battles and that's all that she cared about in this moment. Having been caught out of the shower by him, Yang froze in place, a little shocked as she was stark naked with just a towel to dry her hair. She'd thought herself alone. She was about to yell for him to get out when she noticed the bulge that had formed in his pants and... well, here they were. Her bent over her desk and Michael railing her from behind. "Mmm! I could say, ah, the same about that, oh, that cock!" Yang moaned, going a little higher pitched when he slapped her ass. Her own hips moved back against his as she squeezed and flexed hard around the thick length currently working her over. She could feel that cock head slamming against her cervix and she couldn't help but wonder if he had the length to get through. When he grabbed her hair, she gasped before looking back at him, her eyes turning red. "Hey! Careful with the hair!

There were a variety of colorful characters in the vast depths of the cosmos. Some living out larger than life adventures. Others were exploring vast new worlds for the sake of science and progression of the human race. Then there were those who used the lawless lands of space for the sake of conducting experiments on lone human test subjects (along with their robot friends) and how they deal with being forced into watching one seriously bad movie after another. The latest in a line of mad scientist types was a certain young woman named Kinga Forrester. A woman whose online boyfriend, Neville, was currently returning to his private spaceship after having finished performing for a small club located upon an alien station. Another day, another batch of satisfied customers. The traveling magician mused to himself with a self-confident smile over a job well done. Still dressed in his performance attire which was befitting of a handsome entertainer such as himself, Neville took a moment to set his ship on autopilot, as it left the space port and started off at a careful pace toward his next destination. Lets see, it should take a couple of days to reach my next job. Plenty of time for me to finish perfecting some of those new tricks I've wanted to perform. He mused while looking over the coordinates, before adding with a smile, "I bet Kinga would love to see them afterward." There was a short pause on his part after saying this, however. For the mention of his online and very long-distance girlfriend had brought back memories of their last video conference with another. It was a rather enjoyable session, but it was also the first time that she had mentioned the possibility of them finally meeting up in person. It was a suggestion that Neville had managed to play off rather nicely at the time as he hid how uncomfortable it made him feel while simultaneously dismissing the idea in a way that made him look good in the end. At the same time, though, that look of clear disappointment on her face had stuck with him. Why was he so reluctant about them meeting? Perhaps a fear of full commitment beyond their internet connection? Or maybe a concern of how she might lose interest if she saw him outside of that cool and suave exterior that he always projected when interacting with others outside of the safety of his ship? Whatever the case might be, Neville knew that he'd have to be sure to make it up to her the next time they were close enough for video messaging the other. His spirits perked right back up at that notion, as he went over in his mind just what magic trick would best impress her when the opportunity arose. In the meantime, however, the tired magician knew that he first needed to catch up on his rest, as a light yawn rolled out of his lips upon entering his bedroom. Despite the expected spacey look of the interior of the ship, his bedroom was actually rather normal looking, with dark red carpeting and white painted walls making up the portions of his room which weren't covered in expensive-looking furniture or framed-up posters from some of his past shows. The canopy bed near the center was fairly large, with silk red drapes that one could easily see through framing the four corners and a wooden bedpost near the head. The only thing that might be considered messy about his room was the fact that he did have a tendency to leave a few of the props and instruments for his show strewn about after fiddling/practicing with them before a performance, which was the case at this moment in time. Not that Neville was currently in the mood for finishing picking up after himself, as he barely had enough energy to take off his shoes and undo his tie, but was otherwise tired enough to not bother changing into something more appropriate for bed as he turned and let himself drop back first upon the soft mattress. Ahh. This is what I needed He let out with a contented sigh, lying upon the top of the bed, arms spread out as if waiting for sleep to come and take him away. It was something that he wouldn't have to wait long for, as his eyelids grew heavy and he allowed himself to slowly drift off to sleep.

It had been pure bliss. Neville was everything Kinga could ever want in a boyfriend: he was handsome, he was witty, he was charming...he even performed magic tricks! What else could a girl ask for? Well. Kinga found herself completely unfulfilled. The appeal of an online relationship was also its downfall; the both of them could project their best qualities to the other and hold theiroh-so-perfectdearest on a pedestal...so long as they weren't physically together. The online couple had been discussing just that in their last video chat: how their relationshipwasperfect because they weren't stepping on each other's toes or having to smell coffee breath or witness whatever terrible habits or traits their partner might actually have. Despite taking part in a duet about the merits of the distance component of their relationship...Kinga immediately followed it up with: "You know what? Let's just do it. Let's pull the trigger and just meet in person." She had never seen someone log off so fast. Neville had been suave about his response, of course:"Kinga, I love you too much to do that."But then he said his goodbyes and was gone. It was heartbreaking. But Kinga Forrester was not the type to sit in a puddle of mud and cry about it. Oh no. After a little self-talk through her diary (she dictated to a robotic entity, of course) she realized that Neville was just anxious. Who wouldn't be? It wasn't like he was going to think she was crazy because she suggested they meet in person; wherefore he might think they should break up because the prospect made him totally uncomfortable and he knew she'd never drop it. Right? Right. 6 months! They were in love! She wasted no time in putting Max in charge of Jonah and the bots. She gave specific instructions - including a playlist to run in her absence - but in truth she wasn't as concerned as usual with her work. She needed to take her leave of Moon 13 as soon as possible. "I'm glad we're doing this," she purred. A dazzling smile lit up her face as she sat upright, her weight settling firmly on his hips. She was wearing her purple lab coat, the same as Neville would have seen countless times, but... little else. The coat was unbuttoned and - even though the panels weren't pushed back - glimpses of simple teal colored lingerie were given with every movement Kinga offered. Part of her matching set was a garter belt, which clung to her porcelain skin possessively, hooked to a pair of thigh high white stockings. "This is a huge step for our relationship." She placed her hands on Neville's stomach. He was still fully clothed: his lover had no way of knowing how deep of a sleeper he was and she hadn't been willing to risk waking him up prematurely. As it was she had taken advantage of his four poster bed and his general positioning, ever so carefully using his own props to bind his wrists and ankles to each corner of the bed. She had considered his collection of handcuffs carefully: she knew there was at least one set he had trouble escaping... but...he was a magician so Kinga settled on a combination long, colorful scarves and rope. There was no special trick to get out of the knots Kinga tied. Her hand continued to travel upwards, her fingers greedily seeking Neville's warmth while feeling the contours of his body through his shirt. She bit her lower lip as she watched his face, eager to hear how excited he was to see her.

This is it, Makiel thought, as the Fiend before him stumbled and staggered from numerous accumulated wounds. The Celestial warrior brandished his holy flaming sword to blanket the corpulent nalfeshnee demon with another sheet of fire--it would not actually do much against the nalfeshnee unless the holy power of the sword was biting into the demon's flesh at the same time, but it didn't need to. Infuriated over yet another wave of fire from his hated adversary, the demon took his attention yet again off the four adventurers assisting Makiel. Given the clear opening, they struck as one; a warrior, an archer, a spellslinger, and a holy man all unleashed a simultaneous assault on the demon from the sides and behind the incredibly resilient, but finally defeated fiend. After the lengthy battle of attrition, the once-proud noble of the brutal Abyssal hierarchy stumbled and fell to his knees, bleeding from countless wounds. The archon of pale-blue skin and blood-red hair folded his crimson-feathered wings against his back and turned down his vengeful aura of power, reducing the brilliant light his body was putting out as he began to walk towards the gasping fiend, gazing intensely with his solid-gold-colored eyes. "Deth'Nar of the Skullhill!" Makiel boomed with a voice born of the heavens. "Your army has been crushed, your plot has failed, and you have met your match! If you surrender now, even one such as yourself may be shown mer--" The obese demon shrieked in unmitigated rage and lunged for Makiel with a speed belied by his mass. But there was a flash of light even faster than him, and the demon halted in front of Makiel, whose arm was fully outstreched, with his angel-forged sword extended. Deth'Nar's head fell to the ground, and his body collapsed after him. Makiel allowed himself a small sigh of victory. In truth, he only said the words he did as a formality. As an avenger archon, he never really wanted a Fiend to surrender, but the Fiends never wanted to either, so it worked out well for him. Still, he was called to the Ministry of Temperance every now and then to ensure that his intentions always remained pure; if he ever pursued the ultimate justice too far and strayed from the ideals of orderly retribution that defined the warriors of the Celestial archons, his heart could become tainted. So he always repeated the words, and never slew a foe unless it was in combat, or if the sentence had already been formally decreed. Additionally, Makiel couldn't help but feeling a small amount of frustration with the sheer tenacity of the nalfeshnee, towards the end. Had Makiel been alone, he wasn't sure he could have bested this demon. For an awfully long time, the demon had weathered the sheer punishment the archon and the mortals together had heaped upon him and refused to fall. It was actually fortunate they had been working together; the nalfeshnee had focused almost exclusively on Makiel--the despised adversary from the Upper Planes--and ignored the mortals, allowing the damage to accumulate and keeping him from slaying one of the mortals until the Fiend's unnatural fortitude failed him. The four adventurers gathered near Makiel and the fallen demon, and they congratulated each other and began to heal their wounds with potions while they also thanked Makiel for his assistance. Makiel looked them all over and smiled upon them. "You have done well, mortals. Today you have served a just cause and ended a great threat. Know that the heavens are grateful that you have stopped this incursion into the realm of the Material, as every victory against the Fiends is counted." He then turned to the holy man, an elf in silver-laced vestments, who held his holy symbol close to himself as he looked up at Makiel and softly murmured prayers of thankfulness. "The spell you have used to Call me here will last for several more hours still, which is more than enough time for us all to finish searching this unholy fortress from top to bottom and cleanse it of any remaining dens of evil that may have escaped notice." Makiel declared. The mortals nodded at him, and split into two groups to take two different passageways, while Makiel himself took a third. *** In a particular room of the fortress, a quiet room of bare stone, a scuffling of feet could be heard from outside the door followed by some soft clicks and clatters from what must have been the door's lock. It wasn't opening right away though, and continued to quietly clatter around, as if being jiggled. Was someone...picking the lock? There was then a very loud click as the bolt slid open, then a creaking sound as the door swung in, letting light into the room around two silhouettes, one tall and one short. As the light fell across the lone individual occupying the room, bound by rune-inscribed chains, there were two exclamations of alarm and suddenly the smaller figure's hands were each surrounded by a nimbus of glowing light, and was cupping pulsating 'spheres' of air-shimmering distortions in each hand. The glow illuminated the two figures for the room's inhabitant; the shorter one was a halfling garbed in loose purple robes, while the taller one was an unusually thin and spry half-orc dressed in a leather vagabond's outfit, who also held out a drawn shortbow that shimmered in the light with enchantments, aimed straight at the imprisoned being. The two mortals stared wide-eyed at the being, but did not unleash any attacks yet. After a moment, they seemed confused. "It's...chained up?" The half-orc said under his breath, though said being's excellent hearing allowed her to catch what they were saying to each other. "This is...very strange...it is a demon, we should probably just kill it, but...why would they imprison one of their own?" "Maybe it's dangerous enough to be chained up for a reason." "...Go get Makiel. He'll know what to do. I'll stay here and keep an eye out." The half-orc nodded to his companion, then turned and sprinted back out the door and down the hall. The halfling stood in the doorway, with his arms still outstretched and hands ready to unleash elemental wrath in an instant as he stared at the prisoner: A succubus demon.

This entire situation was unfair. She had put in her time. Did all the things asked of her in the Abyss. Two centuries of hard work, torturing souls that meant absolutely nothing to her. Two whole centuries and this is where Kylyla found herself. Locked in a dirty stone room and chained to a wall. Not that she didn't find it extremely hot, but she wasn't even being put to good use. That fact was appalling and frankly unacceptable. Deth'nar had promised her a position at his side a year ago. Sure, he had offered it to others as well. Ky beat her greedy competition down though. She earned that spot. Maybe she was planning to usurp Deth'nar of his rule over the material plane. Did he honestly expect anything different? She was a demon after all. Not well known for being truthful. She was going to let him have his fun. Let him do all the hard work first. How he had found out was something she had pondered since chained to this wall. Her plan had made it a short four months, or somewhere around there. He left her in here to wither. The bastard nearly got his wish too. She grew weaker by the day. Now she was moments away from meeting her own demise. That was until Ky heard the sounds above. Something, or someone, had broken down the main door. Destroyed the glyphs and spells warding off any that would try to destroy the minor demon. Ky suddenly had hope of escape. She listened to the battle above, for what seemed like hours. While he was simply a minor demon, mortals would be hard pressed to destroy him alone. The booming voice that joined told her the warriors had the assistance of an archon. "This...could be bad," she said to herself. The archon would destroy anything from the Abyss. Her hopes were dashed, just as fast as they were lifted. Deth'nar's fortress grew silent. Indicating he had been defeated. This meant she would soon be seeing the archon herself. Mere moments is all she had now. Beyond the door to her cell, she heard scampering feet. Imps that managed to hide before were trying to find their way back to the Abyss. They knew their fate just as she did. There was no escape for them though. You needed the means and power to open a door. They possessed none of this. The succubus smiled to herself at their inevitable demise. Ky could hear the slow and cautious foot steps of two people. They cut down any Imp that crossed their path. She found it maddening, the pace in which they moved. "Just hurry if you're going to kill me," she said softly. Watching the door in annoyed anticipation. She could almost hear the ticking of a clock as the seconds passed by. Then they were at her door. Not the celestial being, she could tell by their scent alone. They were of a pure variety. Maybe she could have just a few moments of fun before her end. The door swung open after the bolt clicked. The sound echoing into the stone room. Her head hung on her shoulders. Long white locks cascaded over her ample chest. Black leathery wings laid listless on either side of her. The spaded black tail wrapped around one porcelain hued thigh and calf. Right now she posed no threat. She looked to weak to even move. Given half the chance though she would have drained them of every ounce of energy. Ky watched them approach silently from hooded eyes. Until one decided to leave and find assistance. Leaving the halfling alone. A much easier task to seduce just one. She didn't have the energy to spare on two. "Clearly I am no threat to you halfling. You have found me at quite a disadvantage. Surely, you can put those away" Lifting her head slowly, revealing violet eyes that searched his form. "Why don't you come closer? Let me look upon the strong warrior that brings my end." Raising her hand, she crooked one clawed finger at him. Her face becoming lustful as she continued to speak. "Your companion has left. Don't you want to touch me?" Her tail snaked it's way off her leg. Extending out towards his feet. She just needed him to take two steps closer. "I am too weak to hurt you. You can do whatever you wish with my body.

@Princess_Kaylin x @voodooalex Opening scene song: Superhero September 2nd, 2021 Marionette took a deep breath as she brushed her long blue hair behind her ears. Her earbuds were playing Superhero by Simon Curtis as she sat on a bench drawing in her design pad for her college class. It was not what she planned as she looked up at the mechanical elephant. The words Machines De' Lile Nantes popped on the screen with a ferris wheel design in the title. Marionette quickly closed her book as she heard her phone ring. She picked up her cell and smiled, "HEY ALYA....wait what do you mean you can't make it....All four of us are to hang out it is the start of the semester and ....Nino...wait...Nino and you are...what about....NO THIS IS ONE OF THOSE THINGS YOU TWO DO WITH ADRIEN AND ME AND OH GOD HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO TALK TO ADRIEEN WITHOUT.." She turned bright red as she started to stutter, "Wait Alya d...d....dont hang up....woah..." She dropped her cell as she heard the click frowning, "Damn it Alya....we are not kids anymore...." She blinked as she felt something wiggling against her stomach in her purse. "Shh Tiki...what is going on with..." Tiki's head popped out and smirked looking at the drawing. "So you're thinking of Adrien while drawing Chat again huh?" Marionette quickly pushed Tiki back into her purse. "STOP IT AND YES I MEAN NO I MEAN HE IS NOT HIM WHY DO YOU KEEP SAYING THAT!" As she spoke, the camera zoomed past towards the mechanical Caterpillar with a man being pushed out of the doors. "YOU ARE FIRED MR. JONES," said the businessman. "WE TOLD YOU BEFORE NOT TO USE SUCH VULGAR LANGUAGE AT A FAMILY AMUSEMENT PARK!" The man with long black hair turned and started cursing at the businessman. "ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS? WHAT IS MY MOUTH TOOO FILTHY FOR YOUR UPPER CLASS TASTE? THIS IS FRANCE, NOT SOME SOME JAPANESE PORN!" The man glared as he pointed. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT! I WILL SEND YOUR THINGS FROM YOUR LOCKER BY MAIL!" Hawkmoth smirked as he stood in his lair looking at Adrien and his friends graduation photo. "Ah, while the son is away, the father gets time to play," he said with a chuckle. "And filthy mouths are a privilege of not having an FCC Media rating... no more cable, no more crime. What a sad man." He opened his hand as a small white moth flew out into the sky. Mr Jones walked past Marionette nudging her shoulder roughly as he sulked and walked rather close to the benches. "Hey, ow..." she started, but then saw a moth land onto his goggles. "Better than okay," he muttered. The purple goop enveloped the man as he had toilet paper wrapped around him like some sort of mummy, and his goggles shone a golden red. "My name is Potty Mouth! And I am here to wipe this park's act clean!" Marionette tensed up as she tried to quickly turn and rush for an alley. "Oh great, not again," she thought as she felt herself stumble from her clumsiness. She looked down to see toilet paper bound against her feet. Her purse slid forward as Tiki fell out rubbing her head, "Marionette!..." The girl shook her head raising her finger to her lips as Tiki froze watching. "I will be back... I will go get Ladybug or Chat Noir's Miraculous but Potty Mouth!" Hawkmoth blinked at the name. His eye twitched as he snapped, "potty mouth....POTTY MOUTH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT? I NEED YOU TO GET ME LADY BUG AND CHAT NOIRS MIRACULOUS BUT POTTY MOUTH!" He paced his lair back and forth as he snapped, "HOW ABOUT THE BINDER OR BLANC SLATE SINCE YOUR CLEANING THEIR ACTS BUT POTTY MOUTH....THIS IS NOT A CHILDS CARTOON!" Mr. Jones kept dragging Marionette closer as the paper wrapped her up. He raised her hanging her from the trunk of the mechanical Elephant. "Yes Hawkmoth... I will get you the miraculous but you are not the boss of me...I choose my name and I chose potty mouth." Marionette tried to not crack up as Mr Jones glared and wrapped her mouth with paper. He glared over at other citizens while the paper controlled the mechanical elephant. Hawkmoth shook his head, "Yes....you are your own boss but you still owe me for your powers... now bring me the miraculous...

Adrien Agreste checked his watch as he rushed across the Boulevard Lon Bureau. He had parked his car in the big parking garage, now that he was finally old enough to drive on his own, he was enjoying more of his independence away from the watchful eyes of Nathalie Sansoeur and his bodyguard. Nevertheless, he was running late for meeting his friends. He had wondered why Alya had called him to Nantes, miles away from Paris, but at least they would be away from all the trouble and superhero business for a day. This way he could enjoy a nice day with Marinette, Alya, and Nino. Usually those meetings were disturbed by some evilized villain. But not today, and Adrien was sure that Ladybug could handle Hawk Moth for one day on her own. However, his good spirits didn't last long. Once he had reached the entrance to the park, he saw people running and screaming in fear. Something was seriously wrong. Oh, no, not here as well, what's going on? Quickly he slipped into the park and hid behind a booth. He opened his jacket, so that Plagg could get out. I guess trouble follows us, Plagg, time to act. The small black Kwami looked rather annoyed. No, this isnt our city. Let the police take care of this. I just wanted to enjoy some good, old Camembert. But Adrien didn't wait to argue with Plagg, he just pulled his hand up and called out, Plagg, claws out! Instantly the black Kwami shot into the silver ring on Adriens finger and the transformation began. Meanwhile Potty Mouth was wrapping more and more of the park with his toilet paper. Visitors running from him were snapped by his toilet paper like tentacles and wrapped into mummy-like packages, where he then hung on various attractions, trees, and buildings. But that was only the start of the parks cleansing. Inside her cocoon of toilet paper, Marinette as well as the other victims, started to feel a slow burning sensation on their skin, like some kind of acid was starting to eat away at their clothes and burn on their skin. Potty Mouth laughed loud and grabbed for another girl, who tried to run away. Oh, now this will be a real special place, once I have cleaned this forsaken place of its fake decency and fucking, ancient morals. This will be one big party!

Bell wasn't dying. If he were, then Hestia could probably have done something. The goddess only had a few Familia members out there, so she didn't exactly have to worry about her powers being diluted among them. And since Bell was her first and favorite and the one she wanted to spend the rest of her life (or more accurately his life) with no matter what, then she could definitely have supplied him with life energy or whatnot. That would've been painful, it could've really drained her as a goddess (particularly since even Hestia had to admit that she wasn't the most powerful goddess, even if her familia was getting more and more renown lately, thanks in no small part to the very guy in question). But she could've just established a firmer connection between them or applied her power or done something, anything to keep Bell alive. No, this was changing him along with siphoning off power quicker than even Hestia could have imagined. Whatever this strange, vile infection was that he'd picked up just kept getting worse. It kept spreading across Bell's perfect white skin, dying it in reds and blacks. It kept warping his very essence. It wasn't just a matter of taking the life of a grand adventurer, oh no. Hestia already suspected, and healers were starting to agree: whatever this was literally ate at Bell's soul, was working to dispatch him from the inside out and replace her bold, brave, lovable hero with some kind of vile creature or beast. Naturally, Hestia wasn't going to have any of it. The bold little goddess had made up her mind about that. Not like it would be the first time she'd left the sanctuary of town and temple to venture out and help Bell and her family. Yeah, it wasn't what gods/goddesses did, but Hestia was far from the usual goddess. She'd ordered the rest of her family to watch Bell closely, to help where they could. Seeing as most of them were pretty much with Hestia because of Bell, it didn't take much to convince them. Lily didn't exactly want to put herself in danger, and Welf had gotten wounded himself, albeit not nearly as badly as Bell. Which is why the goddess had thrown on a cloak that would disguise herself at least somewhat and hide who she was before venturing forth. Underneath, she still looked pretty much the same as ever: dark hair tied in two long side-tails, dangling well past her shapely bottom. Her dress contained her softly curved body almost too well, even as it struggled to keep her impressive bust in place (though her blue ribbon helped there), not to mention fully covering her plump, softly rounded ass. Not that Hestia was even remotely aware of her status as essentially a walking jailbait wet dream. She knew full well that she didn't quite measure up to most of her fellow divinity (except perhaps in the chest department, where she definitely didn't want to measure up), and most of them and most of the people she knew rated her second. A thought which did niggle at Hestia's brain as she approached the designated area. Yes, designated: because she'd almost felt that pull when she'd tried to impart some of her energies into Bell. Divine essence should've held it off, at least healed him. But when she'd poured herself within, she'd felt something moving against her. That something had a unique signature, and she'd followed it here, feeling like it had almost called her. The goddess felt woefully out of her depth, but it wasn't as if she had a choice, not if she was to save her beloved Bell. Yes, the signature led to a dark cave that positively radiated malevolent energy, but most of the caves around here were sadly like that now. Swallowing hard, Hestia gathered up her courage and stepped inward. She felt the energies sliding over her skin like dark oil, but she simply raised up her hand, a little light showing from a borrowed source. There had to be something here that would show the source of the energy. And from there, Hestia could figure out a way of saving her beloved...

My, my," a booming laugh filled the cave, echoing from wall to wall as a wave of evil power washed across Hestia. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt such malicious intent and such a sense of dread throughout her body. She was overwhelmed simply by the voice and she hadn't even seen the speaker yet. Emerging from the shadows of the depths of the cave were two large and very powerful-looking creatures. Her eyes focused first on the most imposing, a figure of pure red that inspired fear in all who saw him. He was well over seven feet tall, possibly nearing eight, and his body appeared to be made of red tendrils that seemed to shimmer in the light that was projecting from Hestia's hand. Green beady eyes glared at her imposingly, his expression unreadable as he stood before the goddess in all his frightening glory. This was Asmodeus, a powerful demon lord that was starting to become quite well known to all the Familia. His demons and monsters struck terror throughout the dungeon, and no adventurer had ever gone to face the demon lord and lived to tell the tale. There were rumors that he and his creatures feasted on the bodies of the slain and used women as sex toys for their own amusement. Now Hestia was facing eye-to-eye with the demon lord himself. Next to him stood another giant though smaller than Asmodeus himself. It appeared to have a large bull skull for a head and its torso resembled that of a human, a massive human who stood at seven feet tall and had the physique of a life long bodybuilder with muscles that looked like they were chiseled out of stone. It held in its right hand a meat cleaver that looked like it weighed little more than a loaf of bread. "So, I see you got my message when you tried to heal that whelp of yours," Asmodeus said, smiling as he stroked what appeared to be his chin with the tendrils that formed his hand. "What a pitiful, frail human he is. Once my curse fully takes over him, he'll turn into a proper demon with much power...intent on slaying and raping his way to glory." He laughed as he gazed at Hestia with some amusement. "You don't want that to happen though, do you? That's why you are here, isn't it?" The demon questioned, walking towards her. The cave seemed to quake with each step the demon lord took, and the demon that accompanied him stood back, not that Hestia would be able to take either of them on in a fight, let alone both of them. "Only I can rid the boy of his curse," Asmodeus said, "but tell me why I should do that for you? You can hardly force me to. You have no wealth to offer me. So what can you offer me in return for me curing the boy?" He inquired, already knowing the answer. Indeed, he had lead Hestia here with one goal in mind...to make her willingly swear to be his slave and toy for the sake of saving Bell. Everything was going according to plan so far.

Seven years earlier. Star Wars: The Eclipse before the Dawn Shadows Jedi Knight Kaydia Voss-Hall and Jedi Master Quentin Hall have uncovered a vast separatist conspiracy, spearheaded by the extremist and former Jedi, Count Dooku. Tensions grow between the Republic and the Separatists, as more and more planets join the movement, often as a result of economic pressure as much as shared ideology. War seems inevitable as both sides are unable to come to an accordance. Still, the Jedi Shadows pursue answers, on the eve of war: Who benefits from war between the Republic and the Separatists? And what does this have to do with the resurgence of the Sith? Coruscant, 23 BBY Room for one more? Kaydia had been in the shower, with all intentions of getting clean, so she could prepare for tonight's assignment. But the sight of her husband, her Quentin, nude with hard cock in hand chased away all other considerations. So it wasn't surprising that she turned to him, smirking, appreciating how good he looked, how fucking good he always looked. It will be a tight squeeze. But you always manage to make it fit, don't you? Then she was wrapped around him, arms around his shoulders, legs around his hips, smooth, slick muscles swallowing his length. Their bodies moving against and with each others, the mutual pleasure driving them both. I want to feel your cum in me, while we attend this party, Kaydia moaned, tightening her legs around his waist. It was a true statement, certainly, but it wasn't what she wanted to say. It wasn't the thought on her mind, the thought that had been on her mind more and more lately. I want to have a baby. I want to have your child. She wasn't trying hard to hide the recurring thought, which had started as slight pleasant fantasies and grew into a stronger and stronger desire. So it was possible, even likely, that he knew already. They hadn't had a real conversation about it, because it had been a touchy subject for a while. Especially after discovering what Aldane's plans for Linora and herself had been. She hoped he might bring it up, that he might just outright tell her how he felt about the idea, without her having to broach the subject. It was one of the benefits of their force bond, wasn't it?

The tight squeeze is the best part," Quentin smirked, feeling water spray over him as he pushed into the shower with Kaydia. Her sleek body slipped against his as he kissed her, his hands running down her bare back slowly. Her leg slid over his, her body inviting him as she pressed against him. Muscles in his back and arms rippled as he lifted her, and he gasped aloud as he pressed her back against the wall and thrust deep into her. "I want to feel your cum in me," she moaned, tightening her legs around his hips, "while we attend this party." Seven years they'd been lovers, nearly five of them married, and every day was better and sweeter than the one before. Oh, sure, they'd had their fights and quarrels - what couple didn't? But life with her was nearly perfect. "I think," Quentin gasped against her lips as he drove his length into her, "that I can arrange that." He kissed her, then bit lightly at her throat. "Maybe... I should mark you..?" he moaned, catching her skin with his lips. "Let everyone see how much you're mine?" He came with a gutural cry, hips bucking against hers as his pleasure flooded her. When he was spent he cradled her in his arms, kissing her gently and unwilling to let her go. "When this is over," he gasped, "this investigation, I mean. Let's... slow down for a while." He kissed her again, smiling. "Teach for a while, and... maybe have a child of our own.

A secret slave market for the wealthy. Until recently it had been nothing more than a rumor that Elsa was vaguely aware of when she was younger, she had remembered one time at a party that her parents had brought her and Anna to, a noble had been drunkenly rambling on about purchasing a pretty new thing from the local market. Elsa, both young and naive at the time, was curious about just what the man was talking about and had asked her parents about it, but both told their daughter to dismiss it, saying that alcohol had lead the noble to talk nonsense. While both her mother and father were acting strangely urgent, Elsa did as she was asked and dropped the subject, forgetting about it almost as soon as she became curious. The memory was buried deep within her mind, living as a recluse, becoming queen, Elsa had been more busy than ever. It wouldn't be until a long-time servant of her family approached her, giving Elsa a key and saying that she had been ruling long enough and responsibly enough to pick up the work that her parents had left unfinished. Elsa was told to check the drawer inside of her parents' room. Walking back in hadn't been the easiest task, but she felt she owed to her deceased family members to power through it and find just what they were working on. When getting around to finally opening it, the inside was filled with various papers on how to better the kingdom, but the one thing that had caught Elsa's eyes was one written on how exactly they would put a stop to a slave market. Suddenly those memories had returned. Elsa could understand why this task had gone undone; the tension between middle class and nobles had always been noticeable. If the public found out that wealthier classes were also purchasing slaves, there would be further uproar. While Elsa did care for her kingdom and wanted to honor her parents every way possible, being queen was stressful. After going through treatment after treatment to alleviate it, none prevailed. What had yet to try was intimacy - a slave to use as a way of relief sounded appealing. After everything she had done for Arendelle, she decided that this sin would be hers alone. She had earned it, and if her parents were watching in the afterlife, they would understand. Going to the slave market made her skin crawl; not because of the immorality of it all but because the moment she stepped in, almost all eyes were on her. The buyers were probably used to seeing other nobles, but the queen herself? That seemed impossible to believe unless they saw for themselves. Elsa wasn't worried about consequences - who would believe a random noble? Not to mention admitting they themselves were purchasing slaves. So, Elsa moved quickly and focused only on the merchandise. Elsa felt as if she had been looking forever when stopping in front of one cage. Eyeing the woman inside, she seemed flawless in Elsa's opinion. She couldn't resist buying her. When making the purchase, it was no surprise that the price was high, even for a noble, but being the queen, Elsa could buy her without considering the price. Money was no object when it came to maintaining her own sanity after all. Wanting to draw in as little attention from the general public as possible, Elsa's new slave kept hidden beneath the seats of the carriage until they were behind the walls of the castle and the large doors had closed. Elsa herself stepped out first then grabbed the end of the rope which she had tied around the girl's neck, as well as placing one hand on the slave's shoulder to carefully slide her out. "Come, it's time that I show you your new home.

There will be a little bonfire in the square tomorrow, and you're all invited to attend. The judge's voice sent a shiver down her spine as she heard him speak, but the gypsy girl remained resilient and rebellious despite how much of a terrible situation she was in. She knew what he meant and she knew what that bonfire pertained to. That old bastard had been calling her a witch and now that they caught her she was going to face the fate that all those who were convicted of witchcraft would face. They were going to burn her at the stake and there was no escape. Anybody that would help her was now caught and there was absolutely no escape. The guards held her soft arms behind her and pulled her away as they intended on taking their prisoner's to their cells. All the prisoners were placed in cages and taken away in carriages, however Esmeralda was special. As she struggled in vain, she was tossed into her own private cage for the guards to take away alone. As the horses began to move, she could hear the guards speak about how she was a disgusting witch, one of them turning and spitting at her in disgust. Esmeralda sat in her cage hugging her legs as the ride went on. It was a long ride, but eventually they reached the palace of justice and the guard immediately grabbed her once more. In no time, the guard grabbed her by the hair and tossed her in her cell. Tomorrow was when she was going to die. She was stripped of her beautiful jewelry and dress and soon dressed in nothing but a tattered white dress. The night felt long and agonizing, but soon enough the guards eventually came to her and pulled her out. Perhaps she would have been lucky to face the pyre, but that did not seem to be her fate. What soon occurred was her arms were bound behind her back and her mouth was bound by cloth. It had seemed judge Frollo perhaps cared more about profits rather than the desire he felt. Before long Esmeralda found herself bound in a cage that was best suited for an animal. In a way that perhaps was what she was reduced to. She heard the men nearby speaking on about some noble slave market and that they would make a prime profit from her. It was sickening to her, to be the once strong fighter for the weak and now be the mere puppet of those who oppressed the weak. Each person that walked by her cage was met with a powerful glare from her emerald eyes, but one of these buyers caught her attention well. It was a young woman with a regal attire. She was young and almost frail looking and definitely did not seem like somebody who would be at a place like this, but that didn't stop Esmeralda from glaring at the woman, her muffled voice stopping her from yelling at her. Before long Esmeralda's eyes widened as she found herself being dragged out into a carriage and thrown under the seat. The ride was a long one, but eventually the carriage came to a halt and before she knew it she was pulled out of the carriage, the gag on her mouth removed. Tsk, home? More like prison Esmeralda said glaring as she turned to look away from her new mistress.

Artoria Pendragon moved through the modular room, visibly irritated though it wasn't hard to see why - another figure stood by, as the Holy Lancer eyed her alternate counterpart wryly. "Why did he have to summon you? I mean, I am not even sure I would even use you," she commented, which sounded weird coming from one version of herself to another. "I could be more effective than you ever could, Artoria." The Holy Lancer's words were callous and alien to the King of Britannia's ears. Artoria Pendragon "Alter" sat in the afformentioned seat that the Holy Lancer had commented on. Her arms crossed under her breasts, her pale yellow eyes meeting the other greenish-gold ones. "There are many reasons why he might have summoned me," she said, her voice cold and hard. "Maybe he wanted a servant who won't hesitate to do their mission and exert their will on the enemy. To completely destroy them in these twisted times that threaten humanity! Somebody who will grind these fools into dust!" She billowed, unamused by the Holy Lancer's lack of enthusiasm for the task at hand. The Holy Artoria just rolled her eyes at her Alter self, which felt alien to her. "Anyway, he said he was coming and wanted us both here," she commented while the alter just laughed. "You two are pathetic! Saber form? At least the alternate had something going, then again she had more of an under..." The Holy Lancer went quiet realizing she had mirrored herself. "Anyway, we'll figure out what he wants when he arrives!" She finished, as the alter finally agreed with her.

Michael walked into the room with a heavy sigh as he looked at the two versions of Artoria nervously. He had summoned both of them not long ago and they had been causing a menace throughout Chaldea with their constant bickering and fighting. He had to settle them down somehow, but he wondered how. He couldn't have them spare, they would likely kill each other and blow up Chaldea during the fight. That was when he came up with an idea and hoped it would work out as planned. He looked at both the girls, his hazel eyes intense as he ran a hand through his short brown hair. "Look," he said, taking a deep breath. "I called you two here because your constant fighting with each other has been causing a lot of problems. I know you two don't like each other, but you need to get along enough to at least work together so I have a plan..." Michael's voice trailed off as his cheeks tinted a bright red and he steeled his resolve. "We are going to have sex until you two are okay with each other, alright!?" Michael managed to get out, looking firmly but embarrassed at them both.

THE JUGS OF A WITCH! Jughead and Sabrina are a what? @Princess_Kaylin X @east Prologue Music for Scene Sabrina sighs as she rubs her forehead, sitting on Jughead's couch in his dad's old trailer, god rest his soul. "It all started when...." Smoke swirls around Sabrina as she starts to talk, as if a flashback was about to begin. "So I found these pots that were in my aunts boxes in the attic since they left for Paris a few weeks back. I decided to read and learned they were a ritual one that could call forth the wisdom of wise old gods who ... well, you know how my grades are. I figured I could get some help studying and learn how to wind up getting into Harvard in a few years... not just be this high school grad that ran with the Serpents off and on." "So yeah, anyways, I set up this ritual with these pots....well ironically, they were more like jugs." She giggled as she held out a stupid duel monsters card, "See, looked just like this." Sabrina paused as she felt Salem jump onto her lap and he gave her a look of annoyance. "SABRINA STOP CLOWING AROUND THIS IS NOT THE TIME NOR PLACE....TELL HIM THE NEED TO OR SO HELP ME GOD." "Do you want your catnip? I am your dealer, Salem, so you better hush and let me talk to Juggsy k." Sounds start to get closer from the outside. Sabrina puts her finger to her lips as she makes sure they are against the couch. Eyes start to glow as it gets closer to the window. A green frog-like humanoid walked over by the window. It was croaking and making strange horrific sounds as it twitched its neck before turning and wandering off towards the other side of the trailer park following screams of a woman and a cop shooting off a gun. "EVERYONE STAY IN YOUR HOMES! THE THING IS BEING HANDLED, WE ARE NOT SURE HOW MANY MORE ARE AROUND!" Sabrina starts to laugh a bit as she bursts out next to Jughead not loud for others but for just them in the trailer. "Juggsy, that was the last one I mean I killed one when it tried to drag me down under the water. The other on the way here with the car. That was the last one...haha screw you wise old ones my ass more like creepy stalkers from a 1950s horror flick." She pauses seeing Salem glaring at her. "Yeah, long story short, I kind of blew up my house..."The black cat launches onto Jug's lap as he speaks up, "No no no, she set fire to the house during the ritual knocking over some candles....then she proceeded to try and put them out with ALCOHOL! She is drunk and she went to the dock to get water and... Sabrina sulks as she rubs her long white hair and starts to play with it in her fingers. "I fucked up...I know...I mean Mr. Satan is probably going to use this against my aunts to try and find a way to control me as a witch....can I just crash here for a few days then I can go and fix all this...I mean I need to find another spell." Salem glares at Sabrina, who sighs, "And a spellbook...that was in the fire....you know."She hic'ups as she smirks blushing, "I always liked you Juggsy. And I don't say that just cause I'm drunk; I mean technically yes but I have been writing about you in my diary for a long long time and..." Salem nuzzles against Jughead's arm as he mutters, "She used a spell that kind of brought the seekers of the old ones and a stupid spell that was basically a truth spell....she started drinking while she was driving due to blowing up the damn house....talk some sense into the girl, she won't listen to a familiar.

When Sabrina had first moved into Riverdale with her two aunts, she was the talk of the town - the weird girl in an old home, and it didn't help that the town had been beset upon by weirdness since then. Of course Jughead had become fast friends with her, as he too was an outcast just as much as she was for the most part. However, the truth about her was far more weird than he would have guessed. Hot Dog barked as the knock on the door rang out near the middle of the night. Jughead Jones, wearing only a pair of pajama pants, walked groggy to the door and answered it to find Sabrina before she collapsed into his sofa and went on a sprawling tale about what happened to her home - hearing that the old house had burned down, he was sympathetic; he knew if it were his home that burned down, he too would be doing the same thing. Though he did let out a squeak as he was pulled into the sofa and the thing at the window passed by - just another haunting image that he would have to repress and deal with another day. "I thought we agreed not to use the powers of hell to solve simple problems," Jughead said, walking through the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water before bringing it to the table along with some aspirin for Sabrina. "Drink up, we can work on solutions in the morning." He put a hand around her shoulder, lifting her up onto her feet and leading her to the bathroom, where he started running a bath for her. He heard her talking about how she liked him, but tried to ignore it - as much as he was a teenage boy being told by one of his crushes and best friends that he was cute, he recognized that she was drunk off her ass. Even if he had it in him to take advantage of that moment for anything, she was as likely to puke on him as kiss him. "We can talk about that in the morning," Jughead said, "for now, take a bath, drink the water, and await your hangover. I'll make sure you have something to eat in the morning." It was a morning he wouldn't be looking forward to - pulling out a bathrobe for Sabrina to use after she got out of the tub. "Leave your clothes on the floor, and I'll put them in the wash when you get out. After that, you can crash in my room.

Miles was a mess, he could admit that to himself. Four months ago he had been dating the woman of his dreams - a cute blonde, smart and funny - and he hadn't needed to hide any part of his life from her. Now he was lying back in his home, his room a mess. To say he had taken the breakup hard would be an understatement filled with empty pizza boxes and broken dreams. He kept scrolling through old pictures on his phone, of soft blond hair, blue eyes, and a wondrous pale body. Every time he looked at the images of Gwen Stacy, he felt pathetic. And it wasn't like he could just call her. Well, he could, but if he punched in her phone number in this dimension, he would get a different Gwen - one who had been through a lot already when she had watched her family be hurt time and time again by the collective problem. Peter Parker. Yet he couldn't exactly bring himself to anger towards Peter. There was a lot more shared history between him and Gwen, her picking him made sense, but at the same time it had crushed Miles. He was currently lying on his bed, his spider suit half on as he wore only the shirt part, with the pants part on the floor showing only boxers. His mask was next to his pillow as he lay back, his eyes glued to those old photo's and selfies he had taken with her in a time that felt so long ago. Not all of them had been safe for work, and he knew it was proper to delete those once you stopped seeing a girl, but... well, he had kept them anyway. ~~~ There was an odd thrill in swinging through the city, though it was certainly an inefficient waste of his time. He enjoyed going through populated streets of the five districts that comprised New York City. The daily patrol took up too much of his time, but even so it was a chance for him to be around Gwen for a bit. There was still an odd disconnect between hearing her call him Spider-Man or even by name, but he was Parker now. Or at least he had enough of the man's memories to pass himself off as Parker. Rekindling the romance with Gwen had been... well, he had never really spent much time with a woman. It was equal parts frustrating and wonderful. Before he had always been focused on work, where as now he barely had a job. It had been refreshing to have as much freedom as he did, especially freedom of movement. Every time he pulled on a web and sent himself flying into the air released from gravity's control for a few seconds his heart pounded, and the wind in his ears helped quiet all of the tiny doubts he had in his head before his body landed with a grace and ease against a wall and he was free to run along it, run under his own legs and arms. It actually made him feel giddy, and this was what it felt like every day to be him? No wonder the quips and jokes came so easily. No wonder he could take on the world, the strength in his arms and legs, he had instantly been able to tell that for his entire life this body had been holding back its punches. Landing on a roof, he pulled onto the radio connection he shared with Gwen. "You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing, if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could... lay you down on some of it?" It was hard not get excited, hard not to get passionate, and yes, hard not to get hard as he explored this world that was new to him.

You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could lay you down on some of it?" Spider-Gwen would be swinging about the city as she slid onto a street light watching the street below. She saw a few men in an alleyway shaking down a teenager. Gwen smirked as she leaped off the lights and kicked one of the two in the back before spraying a glob of webbing onto the other's mouth. She would tap her earpiece as she spoke,"I don't know... I am busy at the moment... kind of got webbing in my mouth and all." She smirked as she looked over at the thug pulling at the webbing. Gwen would turn as she sprayed the other thug trapping him against the wall. Her bluetooth would still be open to the radio as she spoke, all sassy and corny: "Your safe now citizen, your guardian angel just wrapped up the sinners..." She would spray a web string as she took off into the air. "Hey Pete, I got Greenwich cleared and safe. How about I meet you at the roof? Maybe you can order us a few Eddie's pizzas; you know I get hungry after a bit of fooling." She smiled turning red under her mask as she swung over towards the area Parker was at. "On my way, Pete." She would pause looking down at her watch. "Maybe we should hop over... I mean his Peter is kind of gone like how mine was.

Kingdom Hearts Under the Back Cover @Koibito x @Princess_Kaylin A kingdom hearts roleplay of various characters through the timeline(s) of the series Hopefully Xehanort and his multiple versions of himself don't screw with it anymore. Koibito May 13, 2019 It was the age of fairy tales. Long before the worlds were headed towards their ultimate fate, long before the world itself was at the brink of ruin. Light filled the vast land and peace was abound. The Light fought the Darkness, young wielders of the Keyblade - a powerful weapon of light that struck down the darkness that would harm those around it, as well as cultivating the light itself to preserve it. The masses of Daybreak Town, where the light was watched over and cared for, were mainly made up of these young warriors who fended off the dark. The young residents, members each of one of the five Unions that presided over Daybreak Town, received missions when they were needed. Sent off to other worlds where the Darkness plagued to take back the land and gather the light. Today's mission was a trip to the Dwarven Woodlands. A small party had set off on an average Heartless clearing mission, eager to prove themselves to their Unions. The party got separated though, only two of the members were nearby; a young boy by the name of Akihiko, and a redheaded girl he remembered from earlier, that he now saw being overwhelmed by a couple of the Heartless. Red and white shoes padded the dirt path rapidly as Akihiko ran for the young girl. He brandished a simple Keyblade, the hilt that surrounded the handle being blue in color, with the blade being a single rounded shaft with a star-like formation for the key teeth. The tip was a mounted sphere and a small point came from the other side of the teeth, and it's keychain was a hollowed star symbol. Rearing the weapon back, Akihiko leapt at the Heartless coming from behind the girl and swung strong, and true. The small shadowy creature dissipated in a single strike, as the redhead in white fought off the one in front of her. Letting go of his Keyblade for now, letting it disappear from his grasp, the boy turned around and rubbed the back of his head through short, wavy, dark green hair. "Hey, you okay?" He asked kindly, however... He didn't notice another couple of shadows forming behind him, signalling that more Heartless were appearing. "Watch it!" Another voice called as another young man vaulted around Akihiko using his shoulder, to jump behind and in one swipe take down three Heartless that were about to jump the two. "You two alright?" The silver haired boy turned back, giving a thumbs up and a cheery smile. Akihiko's calm expression slumped with a furrowed brow at the other boy who just showed him up in front of a cute girl. Though, he didn't recognize this kid from the party he'd started out with, was he out alone? "C'mon, there should be more up ahead!" He told them before sprinting off leaving the two to take on more up ahead and maybe help out more Keyblade wielders along the way. Akihiko straightened the thick collar of his short sleeve red and black top as he looked back at the girl. "Should we go help?" He asked, before the two ventured towards where the other boy went, and unbeknownst to them towards another wielder that needed help. As the stranger was speaking to the red head, the camera would slowly pan into her eye as she stood there hesitant with a stick in hand. Twenty Minutes Prior: "Get Kaylee out of here!" A man in a crown and a dark blue emblem cape swings his arm as he keeps his sword facing forward with black goo dripping off it and sizzling into smoke. An old guard nods his head as he grabs the redhead's arm, "Come along princess" An old white haired man with a scar and wrinkles started to walk rather quickly towards the throne and pushes a switch before slowly moving down the stairs cautiously. The long red hair from the child lingers as she reaches for the man who now was engulfed by several black shadows tearing at his armor and trying to climb into him. "DAD!" She is pulled far enough in as the floor begins to shut. A massive shadow of a creature reaches as the floor closes just in time before it could get in. The guard kept moving forward as he arrived to a sealed door. "Princess...you need to go....I know how to open the doorway but you are not safe here...." The girl kept crying as she yanked her hand away looking at the strange markings on the walls. It showed cloaked figures and one with a book in hand releasing those of shadows. "I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHAT ABOUT MY FATHER! WHAT ABOUT THE KINGDOM!" The guard growled a bit as he took out a small lion statue, "This is your father's heirloom from his father and now it is yours....the prophesied book drawn on the walls were to bring things from the days that have not begun...it speaks of a threat and of worlds....you are to leave this world through the door." Kaylee snaps as she holds the figure tight. "I AM NOT LEAVING ANYONE! FATHER AND THE OTHERS NEED..." The door above being broken in, the guard glares as he points with his sword, "THE DOOR IS GOING TO OPEN YOU NEED TO GET THROUGH.." "BUT I CAN'T LEAVE FATHER OR YOU OR.." "DON'T LET OUR LIVES BE IN VAIN GIRL NOW GO!" As the guard spoke, the door blasted open and heartless started to swarm. A bright light seeped from the cracks of the door behind the two as it opened and started gushing inwards. The guard turned, kicking Kaylee in the stomach, leaving a print on her blue silk dress as she fell backwards and the door shut. The last images she saw were of her father's guard being covered in black alien-looking men. Kaylee falls through as she hits a bunch of leaves and branches. She grasps a branch, dropping the little lion statue below her. The branch cracked a bit as Kaylee lets out a scream, falling below. She feels a sharp pain as she looks over, seeing the little lion next to her broken and a key chain hanging...it looked like a small key with a lion head dangling off it by the chain end. She reaches for it trembling, pausing to hear loud rustles. "Shit....what am I to do now..." Two black smoke figures come out of the bushes. One of them leaps at her, its antennae curling towards her. She swats at it with a stick, but it stumbles off and starts to sway. "KEEP THE HELL BACK!" Kaylee swats at it again before grabbing her father's statue now keychain and turning, holding the stick. The camera zooms into her eye as a reflection of a heartless leaps at her yet again. The time fast forwards into the events that transpired back to the moment of the fateful meeting of two hearts. Akihiko straightened the thick collar of his short sleeve red and black top as he looked back at the girl. "Should we go help?" Kaylee swallowed a bit still standing holding the stick tight. She looked at the area the other one ran and back to Akihiko. "I uhm...uh thanks....and I mean those things attacked my home....where the hell are we and why did Blondie charge ahead like he is some kind of boss." She pauses as eh turns red noticing Akihiko's face. "Look uh... I do not know where we are but... I need to get home....my father's kingdom is under siege from those things....and they are not stopping..." The princess fixes her silk blue dress as she notices the tears on the hem and bottom skirt showing a bit of her leg. She would quickly cover it up and then rub some of her tears from her eyes. "Guess we do not have time for introductions...." Kaylee would follow the stranger into the darkness towards the fights ahead and the allies in need. Koibito May 15, 2019, Akihiko jogged with the red-headed girl in white who wielded a Keyblade like him, even more gracefully so as he'd seen before he'd saved her back - before he got showed up by that other kid with the silver hair and red scarf. Didn't matter to him, that guy went on ahead and Akihiko got left with the cute girl in his party. As the two ran ahead, the dark green haired boy looked to the girl, "name's Akihiko" he told her, "yours?" Catching up to the boy from before, halted for some reason, the two came to see a young girl about their age being helped up by the silver haired kid. "Name's Ephemer" he told the newly reunited group as Akihiko and the other girl approached, "get behind" said Ephemer as he held his own Keyblade out. A golden shafted blade with spread, decorated teeth swiped away the Heartless like nothing as he protected the girl. Akihiko pulled forth his Keyblade once more and stood to fight, but as one more appeared Ephemer had another idea. This shadow was bigger than the others by a small bit, it's body thinner and longer, with a more imposing frame. This was a Neo Shadow. "You take the girl and hide, we got this," he motioned to the girl dressed in white that had followed Akihiko. At first Akihiko was going to protest, why should this punk get all the glory and show him up again? But it was then that he realized he was charged with protecting an innocent girl who herself was rather cute. It was a done deal. After hesitating for a moment, Akihiko nodded, he took the girl's wrist and ran with her urging her to keep up behind. Swatting away a couple Heartless with his Keyblade, Akihiko pulled the girl with him into a thicket of roots coming down from a tree above them. "Okay.. Here's good," he said, looking in the distance to keep an eye on Ephemer's fight. The Neo Shadow dodged Ephemer's first strike, "this'll be tough... You ready?" He looked back to the girl with him. Princess_Kaylin Saturday at 1:08 AM Strelizia followed them as she spoke faintly, "So Ephemer and you seem to be saving redheads from a similar fate....must be deja vu for you." The pale skinned green eyed redhead smirked as she kept behind the two strangers. She kept a steady pace as she spoke, "Don't mind me....I am here to help miss...." Kaylee nodded her head, taking a deep breath. She kept near Akihiko with a bright red face and an almost looked fatigued. As she rambled, Strelizia would let out a sigh, "Introductions can happen while we go to help the others in need." Kaylee blinked as she swallowed a bit, "K...kaylee..." She closed her eyes for a moment as the group caught up with Ephemer. "Where...are we...no one answered..." Strelizia spoke faintly, "We are in the woods outside of Daybreak Town. Many worlds cross here. Seems like your's had a door to this place as well." A loud roar sounded in the woods. The thuds were getting closer as a shadow started to emerge. A dark figure in a cloak was in the distance speaking to some heartless from the book, "Find the heart. She couldn't have gotten far." Strelizia stepped in front of them as she gets to Ephemer's back, slashing down another heartless. The big one slowly moved through the woods as the strange man stepped through the shadows and vanished. "Ephemer's right. Take the girl and get out of here. Whatever she is, they want her heart!" Strelizia slashes again at another one, stumbling back as she bumps into Ephemer. "Akihiko, get her to safety now!" Kaylee shook her head as she felt herself being yanked. She glanced back as the two fought while Akihiko took her away. The princess breathed heavily as they finally made it to safety. "We... we need to help them..." Strelizia glances as she sees the Neo shadow appear and start fighting with Ephemer. "Ready as I will ever be...just try to keep up." Koibito Saturday at 1:26 AM "Aha" Akihiko chuckled at Strelitzia's comment as they arrived on the scene, before she pranced around the boy to speak with the young girl. She seemed bright as the light they were protecting but confident in her innocence. Most of all to Akihiko... She was beautiful! This new girl, Kalee, she too was rather cute he noticed as they dove under the tree roots. When she worried for the two, Akihiko shook his head, "nah, they got this" he assured her. The boy didn't want to admit it but that silver haired kid, Ephemer, he was stronger than Akihiko and it seemed so was Strelitzia. Ephemer stood back to back with Striletzia as they faced down the Neo Shadow and a couple more small Heartless. He grinned at the other's bravado, "will do" he answered as he leapt forward and ducked an incoming claw. Ephemer sprung back up however and slammed the flat of his Keyblade against its claws to hold them above giving her the shot. At the same time the boy with the red scarf dashed the opposite way towards the other Heartless who faced Striletzia at first, taking them all out again in one swing. If Striletzia could follow through, they would make quick work of the Heartless and be safe. "You... Said you came from a door?" Akihiko asked confused. It was a little odd, different from how he and others usually came to be in Daybreak Town. That was just it too, they weren't IN Daybreak Town, so how did she appear here? He'd have to ask his Union Leader about it, maybe this girl was important somehow. Princess_Kaylin Monday at 2:59 AM Striletzia watched as Ephemer flew over her and took out the threat. She raised her blade and rushed, charging through the next three heartless before she stumbled and fell over something. The Neo Shadow smirked a bit as it had its leg out tripping Striletzia. The neo shadow reached with its hand, starting to ready its claws. Striletzia let out a scream as she raised her blade, blocking as it swung twice, being deflected. It lost its grip as she kicked the creature in the stomach and rolled back near Ephemer, "W...what the hell? This one is tough." She tensed up as she felt a finger scratch and cut part of her dress revealing her skin under the lightly armored dress. "EPHEMER! STAY BACK!" Kaylee was shivering as she clung to her knees, hearing the noises. She cringed as thunder erupted above, as if the skies were about to break at any moment. "I...uh...yeah. It was some bright doorway hidden under my father's throne. But what about your..." She looked up at Akihiko, then jumped from another loud bang from outside. She was now clinging to the boy if he didn't stop her and trying to hide her face. "I...I just want this day to end. Everyone's dead, and they are still after me." Tears rolled down her face as she heard a few more thuds. Outside a darkside was moving through the woods. Its feet slowly move by the tree making the area dark as it pauses. It would begin to lower before it hears someone screaming in the distance. The creature turned and started heading towards the battle not far from there. Koibito Monday at 11:24 AM Striletzia wasn't able to land her attack and the Neo Shadow Heartless swiped her barely. At her shout Ephemer spun around and aimed his Keyblade forward. "Fire!" he shouted, as the tip started to glow, dancing magical light collecting at the tip of the Key where it flared up into a mass of flames that Ephemer shot in a single bolt at the Heartless. The cast spell crashed against the Neo Heartless, dispersing it entirely. Akihiko raised a brow as Kaylee explained herself. "Well... I kinda always lived in town, and one day I got a Keyblade, decided to join my Union, and I fight Heartless - like them, that's how most of us came here actually" he explained, though it was little information for someone with no context. As the ground rumbled from more of the chaos, Akihiko embraced Kaylee as she clung onto him. 'Oh man... This, this is great!!!'Akihiko thought to himself as he held the young girl. "H-hey, don't worry it's alright" he assured her, "we'll get you back to town, Master Invi might know what to do" he told her. As the battle ended, a larger foe began to approach, were they not out of the woods just yet? Striletzia breathed heavily as she saw the neo burst into dust. She glanced over seeing Ephemer with the moonlight behind him. "Thanks Ephemer," she said, standing up and stepping closer, her face now almost bright red. She paused as her expression turned pale. She gritted her teeth and charged in, raising her blade towards Ephemer, shouting, "DUCK NOW!" She aimed it a little above his head, then shouted, "THUNDARA!!!" Thunder erupted from the blade as it launched into the sky, where clouds were already blocking out the moon's light. The rain began to fall, and the lightning bounced off the shimmers of droplets, becoming stronger before landing into something dark. Two eyes opened as a hand reached up to cover its face with a giant moan: "EPHEMER! IT'S A DARKSIDER!" Striletzia stumbled as she felt woozy. She glanced up at the cloaked figure hopping along the trees, smirking as he leaned against the top of one, lightning lighting up the sky behind him. "You two are not the targets," he said, snapping his fingers. "Go ahead, destroy or play with them - whatever. Our mission is on pause." Koibito Monday at 3:54 PM Ephemer ducked just in time for Striletzia to cast Thundara, causing lightning to come crashing down against the large creature approaching them. "Crap" Ephemer gritted his teeth lightly as they all looked up at the gigantic Heartless. "Dammit..." Akihiko grumbled as the larger one arrived. "This one's a problem," he muttered, running off towards the battle. He held out his hand, Keyblade appearing within it as he joined the fight. Ephemer noticed the other boy and had an idea. He threw his Keyblade at the Darkside, it bounced off of it with a painful thunk before Ephemer jumped up to catch it, getting the thing's attention. He aimed his Keyblade and looked at the other two. "Everyone now!" he told them. Akihiko nodded and aimed his own Keyblade forward, and together along with Striletzia had she joined them, their blades began to glow as light shot forth, clashing against the Darkside to finish it for good. Princess_Kaylin Monday at 4:17 PM Striletzia screamed as she threw her blade stabbing it into and letting the keyblade blast light into the creature. It roared as it felt the three blades slowly draining its power and started to dissipate. It roared as it let out a cry and forced itself to reform. Kaylee blinked as she saw flashes of her father and friends dying. Then she watched as the three try to hold it off and started to panic. "They are going to die....it...it's toooo strong...." She let out a scream as she rushed out and held her father's stone tight. "LEAVE THEM ALONE! YOU WANT ME TAKE ME!" She thrust her fist into the beast as she charged past Akihiko her hand glowing as a keyblade formed and blasted white light coming from her into the blade. She breathed heavily screaming as the light slowly pierced through the creature. The cloaked figure started clapping, "There she is....there's my pure heart....oh little Kaylee....my how you have grown..." He was shouting down but Kaylee would grit her teeth. Kaylee closed her eyes as she screamed blasting a larger beam, "UNCLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HELP ME!". The cloaked figure watched as he saw them slowly dissipate the shadow. Kaylee gasped as she fell over sweating and the blade vanished. "My my my...getting you to reveal yourself was a bitch." The man hopped down as he glanced at the three figures near his niece, "Guess I will just take my niece and leave you three too it...." He would hesitate stepping over to her as he kept his cloaked hood on. Koibito Monday at 4:46 PM The Darkside was defeated, and the three plus Kaylee now stood. Akihiko smiled at the young woman, then to Striletzia - subtly winking at her. The battle was won, at least they thought until they spotted another figure, a shadow? The three Keyblade wielders all stepped forward to fight, but the figure stopped and vanished as quickly as they came. With no darkness left around and the skies clearing, they were now safe. Ephemer pointed his Keyblade forward and cast forth a ball of light that expanded into a white portal before them. "Let's get back" he told them all. Once through they all said their partings for the day. Ephemer told Akihiko to meet him the next day if he wanted to help him with something, and he waved to Striletzia. "What was her name again... Stri.. I'll have to ask later" he mumbled to himself before leaving Kaylee with Akihiko. The dark green haired boy grinned to Kaylee, "let's go to my Union Leader, she'll be able to figure out how to help you out" he explained before leading her through town. They had started in a wide open town square of sorts. A large fountain rested in the middle with some shops and meeting halls around, the residential areas spreading outwards from there. In the center of town was a large castle, riverways spread from differing layers under the castle and the two approached. "Master Invi!" he called out as they approached the entrance, "Master Invi?" He called again, "we found someone who needed help!" He shouted, hoping to explain the situation efficiently to his Leader. Striletzia smiled as she turned hearing Ephemer hesitate,"Striletzia....nice to see you again...maybe I will see you around....this place is not that big after all...could say we are only the square. "She giggled at her obvious pun before waving and walking off. Kaylee breathed heavily as she was helped through the portal. She glanced at Ephemer and Akihiko as she was held,"W...what...was that....where is uncle....I heard his voice prior..." She felt as if she was in a daze. She clung to Akihiko's side as they moved through the town. She glanced upward as they made it to a castle,"Seems like home....mine is bigger." She smirked making the most awkward joke possible before she heard Akihiko shouting. Master Invi stepped out with her snake mask placing it on over her face. She held her chest a bit, "Akihiko...I'm glad you made it back in one piece...you know I get worried when sending anyone out.." She paused as she looked at the strange girl, "She looks exhausted... Akihiko bring her inside....I will get the potions..." "Potions....wait..I am fine..."She breathed heavily as she looked at Akihiko,"Why is she wearing a mask...""THAT IS NONE OF YOUR CONCERN...." She took a deep breath,"You are hurt and I am offering you a bed....please bring her inside...if she refuses then I will have to bring the supplies out here....we have to do something to aid that poor girl..." Koibito Monday at 6:04 PM Akihiko chuckled at Kaylee's joke before master Invi appeared. "Master!" He exclaimed with a cheeky smile as she expressed a calm worry about the young boy. "Hah it's no problem!" he flashed a thumbs up confidently. Invi was always careful and quiet, as if always watching. She rarely if ever showed any larger emotion, but that didn't mean she didn't care about her Union. "Huh?" Akihiko asked when Kaylee asked about the Forteller's mask, "Oh, they all wear those" he answered casually with a smile. Carefully, Akihiko helped Kaylee into the castle, where a couple other wielders helped get her to the bed. "Master," he said, trying to give all the information he knew, even if he wasn't the most articulate. "That girl - she said her name was Kaylee - she sorta just... Appeared out of nowhere, that's weird, right?" He exclaimed proudly. Princess_Kaylin Monday at 7:46 PM Kaylee frowned as she was brought in by strangers to a bed. She felt herself being helped drink some green liquid as she moaned. The princess looked over as she was told to rest closing her eyes drifting off. Master Invi blinked as she spoke faintly, "Strange....she came from a door...." She rubbed her head as she muttered, "I will need to talk with the other masters....this does not sound normal....did she say where she came from?" Invi took a deep breath as she placed a hand on Akihiko's shoulder, "I need you to look after her...I will ask at the next meeting if we can bring her in to talk to....Maybe she knows about the peak of those shadows." Koibito Monday at 8:47 PM Akihiko held his chin as he thought back, "I... Don't think she did, sorry" he told Master Invi. When she placed her hand on his shoulder he looked up at her with a soft look, "is there anything I can do to help, Master?" Asked the boy enthusiastically. The boy wasn't the best wielder and he was a rather one track minded pervert, in fact he'd only joined this Union because of it being lead by a woman - having picked before he had met Master Ava, but he was happy to do what he could and collect Light for his Union as well as help out the Masters in any way. He was a good hearted child if not a bit lecherous in nature. One Week LaterMaster Invi nods her head to the other masters as she speaks, "Alright, the reason I have two people waiting outside is because we had an incident a week ago. Many have heard the rumors of a girl appearing from a door...we have found out that she attracts heartless and came from a different world. She also showed signs of a keyblade meaning she might have been one of those brought by the book to the present from the future. The master requested for her to be watched over." She glances at Bear, "This puts us at risk as well. If she has them coming then she's in danger, and as others here pointed out." Invi stands at the door as the others leave past her, along with a few going towards Kaylee. Invi gestures to Akihiko to follow as she walks back into the closed shop and heads to the kitchen. "Alright, so I need to make sure you are ready to handle the princess," she says. "Someone needs to look after her. She may be able to use a keyblade but she is not a wielder." Invi starts to prep food and cook as she pauses, catching some whipped cream on her finger. She smirks as she lets her guard slip a bit and spills it a bit on herself. "Oops...guess I need someone to show me the ropes on this." She looks at Akihiko. "Now, Akihiko, when a woman has the look of want and deliberately drops cream...what does that mean you do? Not say. Do?" Meanwhile, Kaylee takes a deep breath, nodding to the masters in her now stitched-up dress. "Greetings," she says. "Anyone see Ephemer? I wanted to thank him." She pauses, hearing several questions before feeling herself tugged rather protectively away from them. "Thanks," she says. "Guessing Master Invi had the meeting from all the questions. They do realize I don't understand any of this as well, and I want to go home right...

Akihiko rested against the wall, hands behind his head for support as he awaited the meeting to end alongside Kaylee. The green-haired boy looked over to her, smiling silently as they waited together. The doors swung open and the five masters emerged. As four of them approached Kaylee, Invi gestured to Akihiko and looking confused for a moment, he followed Invi into the room. They were near the castle in a storeroom, boxes laid around the room leaving the middle space open. Invi retreated to the kitchen in the next room and came back with what seemed to be some whipped cream, speaking casually about Kaylee's mission as she always did. "Yes, Master Invi," Akihiko nodded at her request. He couldn't help but grin at the idea, he'd get to be protecting a cute girl - what was better than that? Suddenly Invi was interrupted as she seemingly purposefully dropped a bit of the whipped cream on the thick robes she and all the masters wore. Akihiko's eyes widened at her next question, it was vaguely known within their Union that the master would at times 'reward' the Union members, some were lucky enough to peek beneath her robes, though never her mask or hood. Was he... Was Akihiko about to be rewarded by a master?! "I know!" The boy eagerly raised a finger as if a light bulb just went off. All the masters wore layered robes but atop their shoulders a shawl of sorts with a hood lay. Akihiko reached underneath the shawl, reaching for her chest from outside of her long-sleeved purple robe that came down to her hips, atop another longer robe that hid her legs. Slowly, the boy eagerly groped, curious of the master's chest. How big or small must she have been? The robes hid so much he was eager to see them fall piece by piece.

As her hiatus were coming to an end, Rise believed she would be able to come back as if she had never left, even better than ever in fact. Her flame may have been snuffed out for a short amount of time, but she had been doing this for years and all it would take would be a single performance to have that light shining brighter than ever now. So why was she suddenly starting to become so nervous? The facts were difficult to ignore the closer and closer the big day came, expectations were going to be high for the return of Risette, fans starved to see her perform again would move onto someone else if she just missed the mark. Maybe Rise was only being paranoid, but that didn't stop what felt like a whirlwind of butterflies from forming in her stomach as she thought about what could go wrong. Going through every advice strategy in the book, from breathing exercises, to tea, to even listening to relaxing music which had only worked against her, the last thing Rise wanted to do was listen to someone else's work, it only made her think about the possible shortcomings of her own. So when the usual remedies didn't work Rise decided to swallow her pride and watch a few interviews with various idols to try and figure out how they managed to chase away stage fright, one claimed to have a good luck charm, a ring around her finger that she just needed to touch. Rise wasn't someone who stubbornly denied the existence of good or bad luck, she just never saw it being tethered to material objects, having a lucky ring or hairpin to find comfort in just felt too good to be true. Rise was a social person, what she found comfort in were things like praise from fans, her grandmother's love, interaction with her friends. Her friends...that was something that stuck with Rise, maybe it wasn't that good luck charms were pointless, she was just restricting herself in how she saw them. Her decision to invest in a good luck charm had lead her to calling Naoto, Inaba could handle itself just fine without the Detective Prince, but Rise's own dilemma left her in need of a friend. When Naoto arrived, she explained her predicament - the stage fright she had felt - and asked if Naoto was free for just today, after all there was no better distraction than an evening with friends. As the hours passed, Rise was easily able to ignore the butterflies she had felt; Naoto really was someone she had needed, for much longer than a single day. Which is why when the two of them called it a night, Rise pretended to fall asleep, laying awake in bed for an hour just to play it safe before crawling over to Naoto's sleeping bag and giving her a little nudge. Overnight, Naoto had been bound, gagged, and hidden away in a suitcase like a valuable secret - a secret that Rise had to keep from everyone all the way until early morning. It was a good thing her team excelled at being fast and efficient; she would have felt guilty if Naoto had had to spend a lot of time in such a small space. The train and limo ride afterwards only took about three hours, and Rise even made sure to keep up a quick pace when walking to her hotel room, tempted as she was to stop and wave at fans who were there waiting both in and outside of the building. With her room being just an elevator ride and a short walk down the hall, Rise took a breath when she made it inside without any issues. "Now let's get you out of here," she said, pulling the suitcase into the middle of the room and laying it on her floor before undoing the zipper and gently lifting Naoto out. "I hope the trip didn't feel too long, Naoto-kun. Now you can stretch a little." A sweet smile spread across Rise's face as she placed her hands beneath Naoto's arms to sit her up.

Everyone had heard about Rise's plan to return to the stage, and the excitement of her fans was building every day. All of her friends had known for some time that she desired to step back into the spotlight. However, none of them - fans or friends - would have suspected that the bubbly, positive, and all-around confident idol would be feeling any kind of pressure to perform. It was certainly a surprise when Naoto received a call from her close friend, but the detective prince was more than happy to help however she could, albeit she wasn't entirely sure how she could be of assistance. She considered taking some books for guidance from her grandfather's library, but in the end decided against it after all it sounded like Rise just needed the support of a friend, and she was capable of doing that, right? Arriving in the afternoon, time flew while the two were together. The pair reminisced about old times and did the usual stuff that girls do when they hung out together - it was one of those rare times where Naoto did anything truly feminine, which made her feel slightly uncomfortable but she was happy to help Rise and felt a little happy about doing something feminine for a change. Naoto had drifted off feeling quite happy about being able to help calm Rise's nerves, and she knew that her idol friend would shine in the spotlight much like she had always done - maybe even brighter than ever before. However, while the detective was deep in her slumber, it seemed Rise had something else in mind. Upon waking up, Naoto shifted and found herself unable to move and in an extremely tight space. Panic struck, and she began struggling, mind racing with the possibilities of what could have happened. The tight confines of the suitcase made it difficult for the detective prince to move around at all but eventually she felt the rope that was keeping her so tightly bound, her fingertips rubbing against the suitcase as she tried to scream. Then suddenly she remembered that she was Rise, and a new wave of terror washed over her as the idea of the idol being similarly trapped gave her a renewed strength to continue struggling against her binds, although it turned out to be rather fruitless - whoever had tied her up was experienced at doing so. Her container was knocked around a bit, and her muscles ached from being locked in the awkward position. The detective prince ran all manner of scenarios through her head, but the first and foremost thought was to find some way to confirm Rise's safety. However when the suitcase stopped and was laid against the floor, a faint, familiar voice could be heard, and as the zipper opened Naoto squeezed her eyes shut while the light blinded her. At first she felt wave of relief, but it turned to icy horror as it slowly dawned on the prodigy that Rise had been the one who had tied her up and put her through the harrowing event. Terrified eyes gazed up at the sweet, smilingly idol who was acting as though nothing was out of the ordinary. Naoto flung herself away from Rise and tried to crawl away from her 'friend', shrieking a muffled scream into the gag before curling up into a ball - her muscles burning with agony from the three-hour trip. All she could do now was lay there entirely exposed to Rise's twisted whim.

Eighteen years. She'd been around for that long in total, as the ID her "director" currently held said in quite clear letters. True, it matched up with her country of origin, and given her current locale, it may be a tad difficult to read through the UK standard. But it wouldn't take too much to realize that Miss Emma Watson had very recently passed 18 years. In fact, her birthday lay only a week or so away from the current date. That had apparently been appropriate, or so the various agents and handlers who had set this up had kept assuring Emma. Strike while the iron is hot! (One jokingly said 'strike while the girl is hot!', which Emma had thought was in poor taste, but she'd laughed it off all the same; a little joking like that would be allowable, so long as it didn't go so far). Plus, though Emma certainly wouldn't admit it, she appreciated people acknowledging her as 'hot.' Thus far, millions knew her as Hermione Granger, and those films were still wrapping up, which meant that lasting role wouldn't leave her any time soon. In truth, she'd about earned enough from that to last her the rest of her life, but Emma knew how to capitalize on her rising stardom. There had already been a few outside roles she'd accepted, many showcasing her range and her willingness to do what it took to put on a good performance. Already buzz had gathered about how she rarely needed more than one take, how she almost embodied the character she'd been known for, and how personable the young lady happened to be. All of which had set her up nicely, but she'd hit a rough spot. There would be no denying a part of reality: Emma Watson was a child star first and foremost. She'd started young enough to be 'cute' and 'precocious' and had grown up in front of all her fans and viewers. It would take some doing to 'break' the public of that particular image of her. They'd need to see 'Miss Emma Watson' as someone who'd matured, who'd become a fully fledged adult, someone who they could admire and, yes, on some level lust after. It did make Emma rather uncomfortable, particularly since she knew her own experience in that venue was... lacking. That happened when you balanced studies with press tours and a full time job acting. It was truly remarkable that she'd done as well as she had. So what if her only sexual experience came from a few bashful, almost hurried experiments involving various wands that some of her fans had sent in? Not objecting the one time she'd gotten a little more intoxicated than she perhaps should have and worked to map out her tight little sex. The girl at least knew what an orgasm was, what it felt like. But now she had to come off as someone with some maturity, and with that came some sexual awareness. Her current significant other, Ben, had coyly suggested quite an obvious way of doing that. But Emma had brushed that aside, and, as always, she'd gotten her way there. Instead, she'd requested some aid of her handlers, including an insider in Hollywood who often helped child stars transition into more adult roles. Rumor had it that she'd helped Hilary Duff and the Olsen Twins and a few others grow into fully functioning (mostly) adults. Supposedly she had just the right organization in mind to really help Emma develop herself and her persona as an adult. So they'd arranged it. First Emma had apparently needed to get fully medically tested, the files sent ahead to said organization. They'd show the truth: she was almost squeaky clean, with a fully intact hymen and no health issues whatsoever. They'd asked Emma to dress casual, which meant a loose flannel that hid much of her recently blossomed body and a pair of jeans that only just cupped her firm, softly rounded ass. She'd done some basic makeup to enhance her quasi-girl next door meets glamorous English Rose face, drawing attention to her expressive brown eyes and mostly hiding the freckles that had a tendency toward erupting across her face. They'd said something about possibly changing when she got there, and that the people there would be more than ready. For now, that 'more than ready' had mostly been giving Emma a few introductions, asking for her ID (and she had to leave her mobile elsewhere, which would no doubt irritate Ben, who'd been texting her), and escorting her to a rather luxurious dark leather couch. There she currently sat, patiently looking up, feeling excitement bubbling within, making those eyes shimmer. This would be it! The first step toward her embracing adulthood as a starlet, and showcasing just how her new persona would be for the eager public and fans both old and new! Emma could hardly wait!

For the hundredth time, Prince Yahshuaturned to regard himself in the gilded mirror. Nervousness was normally a foreign trait to him, but he could not disregard the peculiar mix of anxiety and excitement that churned within. After all, he was just moments away from plucking one of the sweetest peaches at the peak of its ripeness, and just the thought of the juice following through his fingers was enough to set him trembling. A lesser man would perhaps be undone by such "stage fright", but Prince was certainly no 'lesser man' in any sense. He stared back into his own hard-eyed gaze, channeling the urgent adrenaline into a cold focused energy.Take a moment to enjoy the anticipation, he thought, savour it like the connoisseur you are. He steadied his boulder-like shoulders, his prodigious bulk shifting in the tight-fitting expensive suit. Checking over the figure before him Prince found himself marveling at the sight. It was a long way from the rough and unappealing world he had fought and fucked his way out of. Some twenty years before, as a failed actor and struggling hustler, he had been initiated into the basement-levels of porn. Now he was literally in the penthouse, having the finest cuts of white meat thrown before him like a lion in a luxury cage. No more meth-riddled runaways or gay-for-pay grind for Prince - he was enjoying delights that millions of men could only dream about. Like some kind of glorious prestige stud he deflowered the choicest fillies in Hollywood for the amusement of a paying audience. And what fillies they were. There was those twins who snorted their coke with the same passion they sucked his cock; the long-legged all-American Southern girl singer converted from racist prude to queen of spades; and most recently some blonde high-school dropout with a soft milky body and no morals whatsoever that he had broken in for that sleazy producer who paid so well. And now, it seemed, some sweet-cheeked English rose was next on the list. He heard her enter the room outside, her sing-song voice with its clipped accent dripping with politeness. Any father would be proud of such a daughter, he thought with a grin. Until perhaps she had been spitted on a monstrous ebony cock, abruptly delivered to womanhood in his capable hands. Once more Prince checked his ensemble, then finally exited the bathroom and casually strode out into the lounge. Emma was seated there expectantly, like some eager schoolgirl prepared for a crucial test. Prince savoured her peaches-and-cream appearance, the sincere suddenness of her welcoming smile, and the way her dark brown eyes shone with his reflection. Already he could feel the formidable anaconda awakening, and he was sure its massive profile must be clearly visible through his tight stovepipe trousers. Looks like a squealer, he thought, a sly boyish grin coming to his brooding face. He stood a good foot in height over her, his lumbering bulk making her seem all the more doll-like in appearance. The girl's slender forearm was barely longer than his urgently throbbing cock. That pretty little mouth which smiled so easily and so sweetly looked like it would stretch to encompass his girth.Aw yeah, this English rose is gonna get plucked hard, he mused as his wicked grin stretched out like a scar. His own ominous gaze wasn't the only thing focused on Emma - every corner of this luxury lounge was studded with hidden cameras, which followed every angle with silent unblinking eyes. "Well then," Prince drawled in a deep, gravel voice, "so this is the pretty little English witch they told me so much about. You going to cast a spell on old Prince now?

Zanafar Station, a redoubtable outpost of the God Emperor in the cold void of the Halo Stars. It is one of many such installations laced among the outskirts of the galaxy looking out from Segmentum Obscuris. They existed for millennia, the edict that mandated their construction dating back to the first contact with the Tyranid species Xenoform. They were a reactionary measure taken by an Imperium fearful of yet greater Xeno incursions from unprecedented vectors across the galactic plain. The stations still exist to this day, used now primarily as deep-space transit hubs or bastion outposts for beleaguered mining operations undertaken by the Mechanicus. Their operations may have changed since their inception, but this did not make them any less of an imperial installation, mounted with all the guns a star-fort could muster, with system defense fleets patrolling the asteroid fields and gas-pockets that they were stationed in. Zanafar Station is not one of these. Zanafar Station can barely be considered an operable station. Right along the trailing arm of the Halo Stars, perhaps the furthest out and farthest from the astronomicon. It is desolate and isolated, Rak'gol attacks are frequent and violent, and support is underwhelming. The station is a derelict, many guns are offline or do not function at all. It is a complete write-off in every sense, but still, Zanafar Station stands, and it is not without a means of defending itself. By old edict between the Ordo Hereticus' chamber Militant and the Ordos Xenos, A mutual defense pact had been placed along the outskirts of the Halo Stars, in this fashion, members of the Adeptus Sororitas have seen themselves stationed upon the desolate void fortress. Of their number there are a great deal of novitiates and raw recruits, those still fresh from the Schola Progenium and its grueling selection process. Battle Sister Amarine was one of these recruits. Amarine was in one of Zanafar's barracks, which were Spartan and bare, meant to house the brides of the emperor in great numbers. While this was appreciated, the fact that there were so few of them aboard the station usually meant that of the rooms meant to house at least fifty sisters, all their wargear and armor, only a few other sisters would be present during the few hours she had for reprieve. She was alone at the moment, such a thing was not unusual, as her duty-roster placed her behind her two sisters when it came to patrols and drills. She had at least several hours before she was due to proceed to the central chapel within the station so that she may bow her head in Prayer with her fellow sisters. For the moment, however, she was without any pressing matters to attend to. Her armor was old, far older than her and likely older htan her parents before her. Yet, all the same, it worked perfectly. By her cot, the furthest from the entrance, was a stand. She had finally removed it from herself, and now wore only the self-sealing pressurized under-suit. And unlike her armor, this took far less work in removing. She peeled it off of her lithe, toned body, smelling of sweat and oil, as she knew she would. Hence, why she would be apt to take make use of the bathing facilities adjacent to the barracks. She was naked now, idly covering her breasts with her arm and pulling open the heavy frame door to the locker room attached the barracks. The dull bulbs inside flickered to life hesitantly. The cold tile floors felt like ice on the soles of her feet, but she did not mind them all that much. She made quickly for the showers, walking around the tile wall partition between the lockers and communal showers. Much like the barracks, it was oversized for what it played host to. The air already smelled sour with disinfectant and sanitizer from previous uses, a low mist hung just above the ground from ambient heat and poor ventilation. Going to one of the further showers, Amarine was quick to sigh in relief as tepid-warm water spouted out from the dulled brass showerhead above her. She was completely alone, and in truth, that was just fine with her.

Mon-Keigh... those lesser than the Eldar like the numerous plague called humanity. In ages past they would have been culled and put in their place if not simply cleansed from the stars... but that was then and now the Eldar did not wield such power. The Eldar still had power however, and the humans could have their uses if the moment was right, or the need was enough. This human outpost hadn't even detected her craft as she came in and made her landing, a single lone Banshee on a mission of dire importance. Irlihish had felt honored to be chosen to serve her people even if it meant her body had to be modified and she must now lower herself with these human animals. The tall and lithe built Eldar female with long black hair had been here some time already. In her mission so far catching two of these brides of the emperor off guard and doing what must be done. What must be done was breeding them, putting the wombs of these Mon-Keigh to work for Eldar plans. The sisters of battle were tough fighters, but outside their armor they were just human. A life of religious devotion depriving them of more worldly endeavors. Virgins both of them with hymens that tore easily once put to task by the length and sheer girth of an Eldar cock. At least Irlihish could find satisfaction from her mighty spear drawing blood from these pathetic creatures, as their uncooth voices cried out in pain while they learned their proper place. Irlihish had hidden both of the sisters but there was more to be done. She searched the outpost, dressed in nothing but a device on her forearm and a belt around her slender hips that held her blade and sidearm. She was here to breed, but if killing must be done... she came across an empty barracks, she could wait and hide for a sister to return. It would give her a bit of time to recover as well, that last human had proven to be rather greedy when the time came to seed her. Irlihish's nuts were hefty but it seemed human wombs were rather well suited for large amounts of semen... sadly it seemed human birthing canals were less well designed to handle what Irlihish considered a rather average sized Eldar cock. Once she was inside she heard something, the sound of water? She looked around and saw the armor and discarded undersuit. It seemed she had found another one already. With the silence and speed expected of a Eldar she reached the door and opened it. Slipping into the room filled with the steam of the water she saw her target. Another human female, another who would carry her Eldar seed.

DesperatelyMitsuha Miyamizuran ran through the busy Tokyo streets, her hair thrashing against the breeze that caressed her anxious skin. There was someone she had to find, to talk to, to get to know. He looked so familiar asshe watched him pass by along the train station, and she could tell that she looked familiar to him too by the way hiseyes widened with disbelief and curiosity. Unfortunately, they both rode on different trains, leaving them unaware of where the other would be once the train ceased moving. It felt as if she were running for miles, her breathing growing chaotic as sweat beaded against her brow. Every corner she turned, every street she passed, he was no where in sight. No I have to keep searching. She encouraged herself as she rested for a moment on a bench, catching her breath and wiping the sweat away with the back of her hand. The summer breeze was unforgiving as the heat was intensifying, making her searches grow even harder. Once she felt rested enough, she would rise to her feet and begin to pace through the busy city streets. It was nearly impossible to find a specific individual in these crowded boulevards. Taking a different approach, she would go somewhere that wasnt as occupied with anyone, making it easier to spot the mystery man. Her fianc, Akihiro, must be wondering why she would arrive home at such a late time. But she didnt care. She needed to find him. Just when her motivation was starting to diminish, she caught sight of something in the corner of her eyes. It left the hairs on her skin standing up, chills sprawling throughout her flesh. Was it him? It looked like him, but he was so far away from her. Squinting her hues to get a better look at the person strolling by she would find that it was him! It was the man she was trying to find all this time! Attempting to keep her cool she would straighten her posture, take a deep breath and walk by him casually. She held her breath and bit her tongue, crossing paths with him for the very first time. His scent trailed into her flared nostrils, and she couldn't help but finally breathe. He was walking further away, and she couldn't just not say something after she spent all of this time searching for him... Was he looking for her too? "H-Hey there, sir?" Mitsuha pivoted around, hair whipping behind her back as her golden irises searched the mans back before he would eventually turn around to meet her gaze. "Do I know you from somewhere?

Taki Tachibana had never felt his heart pound so hard than when his eyes had locked onto hers as their trains passed one another's. All thoughts flew from his head, the only thing he knew was that he had to find her. He bolted from the train at the next stop running in the direction her train had been going. She was all he could think of, like an all-encompassing storm. Gone were his thoughts of a lovely dinner with his wife, Hikari. He had texted her as he got off the train saying he was called in to stay late at work. Why had he done that? Why had he lied to the woman he married? All to try and find this fleeting phantom of a woman? He stood at the top of a staircase, his breath ragged and sweat dripping down his forehead. He was starting to lose hope, his resolve slowly fading as the intense glare of the summer sun battered him in his three-piece suit. It certainly wasn't designed to be run in like this but he didn't really care. He just knew he had to find her. And then she appeared, as if out of nowhere, at the bottom of the steps. His breath caught in his throat; he didn't know what to say...should he even say anything at all? He took in a deep breath and slowly began to walk, but he couldn't find the right words! What could he even say to her? He had felt compelled to chase after her? He felt... attracted to her strongly for no reason? As they passed, he could smell the lovely shampoo she had in her hair and just a faint whiff of perfume that seemed to match her perfectly. Thankfully, she broke the silence first and he quickly turned around to acknowledge her, nodding his head strongly as he gave her a small smile. "I feel like we do... from some long-off memory, but it's hard to say..." He stepped towards her, grasping her hand with his own and holding it close as if to prove she was real and she wasn't going to vanish. "This might sound odd... but would you like to go out for some drinks? Also... what's your name? Mine is Taki." Taki smiled, a faint blush on his cheeks as he offered this mysterious woman a larger smile. He just felt so comforted by her presence.

UNTIL DAWN: SAM AND ASHLEY "Oh god..."Sam groaned loudly, reaching up out of the water to muffle her voice. Her other hand continued to thrust her hungry fingers deep into her quivering snatch beneath the water as she finger fucked herself with eager abandon. Everyone who had come here had someone to fuck! Mike was fucking Jessica, Chris was likely going to get it on with Ashley, and Emily was fucking Matt. That left Josh... and since his sister's death he hadn't really seemed to recover enough to put him on Sam's radar. That left her alone, alone on this nice little get together in Josh's cabin. Alone upstairs in her bath while the others were likely off elsewhere, half of them fucking. She imagined Matt taking Emily for a walk and the aggressive little whore fucking him on a bench or table out in the snow somewhere. Emily was still likely fucking Mike on the side, and the fact that Mike had taken Jessica off to a cabin to drill her all night long would likely have made Emily jealous. So jealous that she would be forced to fuck Matt just to dispel her feeling of jealousy towards Jessica. The only people she supposed might not be fucking would be Josh, who had disappeared to do something, somewhere, along with Chris and possibly the prudish little Ashley. God... Ashley! "AHHHUNNHH!" Sam moaned again through her fingers, then spasmed a little in the bath at the thought of the hot, tight bodied redhead with the perfect round, taut, firm little ass. Those 'fuck me' shorts Ashley was wearing over her tights had been driving Sam crazy all night, it was part of the reason she had kept pestering everyone to get the boiler working so she could take a bath. Bath time in Sam's home was the only time she could get away from her parents to rub one out quietly. Here in the cabin it was almost the same, though she was making more noise than she would have liked. She stopped suddenly, was that someone outside? She shivered, drawing back from the brink of her orgasm, left teetering on the edge as she splashed about, standing up and grabbing a shirt towel which strained to cling to the top of her nipples and barely stretched down far enough to cover her pussy from sight as she stepped out of the bath, her bare feet moving from rug to floor boards as she headed to the door and flung it open. Her bare feet made wet echoes and left a trail of footprints as she rushed to catch up with Sam. "Hey Ash... was that you upstairs just now?" she said, catching up to the girl she stood with her hands on her hips, then gestured up with her right arm, pointing upwards in the direction of the bathroom as she stood at the bottom of the staircase heading up. As she lifted her arm, her towel slipped free and dropped, pooling about her ankles as she stood there. Her body was toned, tight, defined obliques and abs from a long time spent keeping in shape at the gym. Her legs were shorter than she would have liked, and her tits were small but perfectly rounded. If she wasn't so confident she might have been embarrassed by the fact that she was now standing naked in front of her friend with a shaved pussy that made her look like a soaking wet schoolgirl who had just slipped out of the pool. "Uh..." she opened her mouth to apologise, but instead just looked at Ashley, guarding her reaction. Slowly, very slowly, she moved her arms to self consciously cover her nipples and slide a hand down to nestle between her thighs, shielding her pussy lips from view. "Mind handing me my towel?" she asked. "And then telling me what you were doing upstairs... what you were planning to do tonight... with the boys all gone...

The whole trip was one Ashley had been looking forward to for a while, not because she was wanting some alone time with Chris, but rather because she wanted to see how Josh was doing. Despite how stupid she acted sometimes, Ash still cared about everyone in the group and she worried about them greatly, especially Josh. After the last time they were here everything changed for them, and she was hoping things could go back to normal. At least as normal as things could get given the situation. When Chris asked her to ride with him up to the cabin, she agreed, but it wasn't because she liked him; she needed to use Chris for this trip and hopefully stay as far away from Sam as much as she could. It wasn't because she didn't like the blonde - it was because she liked her too much. Everything about her just made her knees weak, and even if Ashley wouldn't admit it, she dressed a bit slutty in hopes that Sam might look at her. When they encountered each other on the ski lift, she couldn't help but stare at Sams body from time to time, hoping she wouldn't notice before physically making herself wrap an arm around Chris's shoulder to keep herself from losing balance because of how wet her thighs were getting. After they finally got settled in and Sam announced to everyone that she was going to take a bath, Ashley whimpered at the thought of her alone and naked before following Chris around the cabin. They eventually ended up in the basement before she lost him and went back upstairs. Once back into the main room, she began looking around, wiping dust off of things before hearing footsteps behind her. Slowly, she turned around and went deep red as she was greeted with the sight of a dripping wet Sam, who was wearing nothing but a towel. One that left very little to the imagination, she might add. What? She asked before blinking as she was still trying to process everything, her eyes staying on Sam's face even though the so desperately wanted to look down. How was she so perfect? No, I just got back from the basement, have you seen Chris? She asked as she quickly tried to change the subject. However, when Sam dropped her towel, her eyes went straight down and stared at her beautiful firm breasts before traveling down to the pink lips of her mouth-watering pussy. Ashley didn't know how much time had passed as she stared but Sam's words brought her back to reality. Yeah, of course I can. She said embarrassingly as she quickly bent over and picked it up before offering it back to her. Sorry, I didn't mean to look, you just look really good. Have you been working out? She asked as she hoped she could play it cool; last thing she needed was for Sam to think she was a pervert or a whore.

Sarada Uchiha was just finishing up giving a report along with the rest of her team to the Hokage. As usual, the mission had gone well; the team now had years of experience under their collective belts after all, so even challenging missions weren't too much of a problem for the trio. Once they had finished their report, the original plan had been for the team to head for their favorite restaurant. It had become something of a tradition over the years to celebrate every successful mission, no matter how small or insignificant it had been. Today was a little different though: The Hokage had asked Sarada to stay behind. The team had offered to wait for her just outside of the office, but she assured them she'd catch up and that they shouldn't delay their celebration, so the rest of the team had left not just the office but the building, heading off in their usual good spirits, while Sarada was still standing in the middle of the Hokage's office. She wasn't nervous, though; the Hokage had been like a father to her over all these years, so despite his official position, she was completely relaxed as she stood there. "You wanted to see me alone, sir?

Naruto gave the young girl a smile, as she stood to attention as the door closed behind the rest of team 7, leaving just her and him in the room. Dismissing the ANBU from the room, Naruto pressed a button under his desk to lock the door, although the windows were wide open. Over the years Naruto had grown fond of Sarada, since she was a young girl and began to groom her not only for the Hokage's hat but also to be his. As he matured, Naruto discovered his sex drive simply was too much for poor Hinata, so he used Sakura, he used Tsunade, and now he would begin to use Sarada. "Yes, you aren't in trouble or anything don't worry," he said with a cheesy grin, getting up he walked around to Sarada towering over her despite her growth spurt. Having to bend down quite a bit, he went for it, slapping a sloppy kiss on the young girl's lips, his tongue running all over them and shoving itself into her mouth before breaking it off. A bridge of saliva connected the two for a moment as he straightened up. "I have been dying to do that for ages," he confessed.

Remnant. A land bestrode by darkness. Mankind clung to a tenacious existence, fighting for every inch that it could grab from the dark claws of the beasts of Grimm. Bastions of civilization shone on the four continents: Vale, Atlas, Vacuou, and Mistral. Their walls were strong, and sturdy, and cities thrived beyond them as they carved out a trail through the darkness. But not all could be contained by walls, by rules. Many dreamed of a better life, and were willing to take the risks to go beyond and try to blaze their own trail. They established their own settlements, and tried to create civilization in the wilderness. Some survived, many died. For without the protection of the military of the Kingdoms, settlements were woefully undefended against the hordes of Grimm that could come upon them. To hear of a mass slaughter was not uncommon, when there were even survivors to limp back with their tails between their legs. Yet a few managed to survive, and the reason for that was the Huntsmen. Not beholden to any one nation, they could be hired to defend settlements from Grimm attack, so long as one could meet the fee. This was exactly the case when it came to the settlement of Amlaren. Situated in the foothills near the Kingdom of Vacuo, the warm climate was no deterrent to those who dwelt in the city. It had initially been set up by Dust prospectors, who had turned to mining various metals from the mountains themselves and shipping them back to the Kingdom for a tidy sum. This meant that they were able to foot the bill to have a couple of Huntsmen come out for security, especially when the last one had been seriously injured in a Grimm attack. That was why Sarawas here. Boots crunched on stone as she walked down the winding path from higher up the mountain back towards town. There had been a small incursion of Grimm, nothing too difficult to handle for her. Especially not with her partner Kemuri at her side. The two of them had gone to school together, and since they had proven to be a good team they had stuck together when they became full Huntresses. Her polearm rested on her shoulder, a comfortable weight amidst the sweat and the beating sun from above. "See, that wasn't so bad," she remarked, the first stone buildings of the village coming into sight as they walked along. "I told you this job would be fine." There had been a debate over whether it was worth taking this job, given there were better paying options, but her good nature had won out in the end. If everything was this easy, then it wasn't a bad idea. After a moment she glanced over, flashing Ri a grin. "So, got anything in mind now that we have some free time?" One never knew when another Grimm attack might come, but they probably had at least a bit of free time to take advantage of.

Kemuri hummed thoughtfully, stretching out her arms to thrust her generous chest out as her back popped. "Well, after a fight like that, I was just going to visit that little massage parlor I mentioned earlier," Ri said. "Work out a few kinks, introduce the girls to some, you know, usual stuff." She added with a wink. "Then maybe hit the inn and drink a barrel of wine and shag whomever looks prettiest." Ri had somewhat of a one-track mind, and often spent her free time either lazying about, getting drunk, or getting laid. Add to that the slight tent in her pants that she'd had since one of the serving girls -a curvy, older woman with "bazongasthis big, I swear" (followed by Ri outlining the supposedly gigantic breasts against her own)- had bent over a bit too close this morning and practically showed her chest into Ri's face. Something she normally condoned, provided one followed up on it. As they entered the town, a few of the locals gathered round, praising the huntresses for fighting off the grimm. Ri basked in the attention, making a big show of retelling the story to a few that clung to her as she walked. "-And then I cut through the beowolf in one strike!" Her crowd "ooh"-d as she drew herdaisho and swung them both upwards, mimicking her earlier attack. "But, another one had gotten into my blind spot", she whirled around, miming shock "And I didn't have time to block it's swipe!" The crowd gasped, one man asking "what happened", and she lept into the air, her body dissolving into black smoke, swirling around the delighted audience. She then re-formed, dropping down onto the ground, her swords now combined into anaginata, which she thrust into the ground like a spear. "That's what I did!" she exclaimed as she stood up, raising her hands into the air as the crowd cheered. After her stories had run out, the crowd dispersed one by one, Ri putting on a bit of a show for the ladies, flexing her toned arms and shooting them flirty winks. As the last one left, she was standing in front of the Inn, and, coming down from her attention-induced euphoria, realized that she'd not at all kept track of Sara.

Deep in the Wolfswood, a reconstructed Deepwood Motte housed the last remaining man of House Glover. The loyal vassals of House Stark nearly became extinct during King Robert Baratheon's Rebellion. Jaron Glover's father, uncles, and cousins fought valiantly, but could not escape with their lives. Although House Glover was rarely considered an important House, it was a House of The North. Deepwood Motte was not only attacked, but it was destroyed. The men unable to fight, the women, and the children were all slaughtered, leaving literally no Glover left to claim the broken stronghold - none except for one small child that was found by Lord Eddard Stark. The baby was hidden away, miraculously placed in the one spot where the castle held on by a thread. It would have been criminal to leave him, so Ned Stark returned him to Winterfell. There was a nice couple that lived in the castle, though they could never have children. They were a perfect match. Jaron was raised, being educated of his heritage, also being raised like a noble with proper education, training, and preparing for the future. Thankfully Lord Stark even took initiative to send men out to rebuild the stronghold. The idea was simple: have it ready by the time Jaron became of age. All things considered, Jaron grew up happily. It did hurt him, the more he got older and the more he understood the world, to not have his real father or family around. However, everyone was always so kind to him. The married couple he grew up with treated him like he was their own, giving him love, respect, and care. It also allowed Jaron to grow particularly close with the Stark kids, specifically training with Jon and Robb. Beyond their friendship, Jaron developed something with Sansa Stark, too. They saw each other daily, multiple times a day. It was clearly a blooming crush growing between the two teenagers. Even today, years into the future, Jaron would think about her smile or think about her laugh when he was going through a difficult time. She was his best friend, as he told her multiple times throughout their lives. All good things must end, though. Around the time it was decided for Jaron to return to House Glover, Sansa was whisked away to marry the Prince. He did share a heartfelt goodbye with her, believing it was the last time they would ever see each other. It never stopped Jaron from thinking about her, though. Their memories were too fond: sneaking to her room to stay up late, talking about random things, passing notes underneath the table during dinner time, greeting her each time they passed each other in the hallway. Of course, they were probably too young to understand the concept of love or what it meant, but looking back, Jaron was certain it would have turned to love fairly easily if given a chance. As a relatively new Lord, the small forces of House Glover were called upon to march with Robb Stark. Surprisingly, Jaron showed better-than-average skill and prowess on the battlefield. He did seem like the type that enjoyed settling issues with his sword instead of his words. Despite that, nobody could be prepared for the Red Wedding. Jaron lost count of how many Freys he took out with him, but a sword being plunged into his back nearly brought the end of his life and the end of House Glover. Persevering, the young man fought hard and managed to escape through the woods after playing dead for hours until the Freys were too drunk to even pay attention to the carnage. Thankfully, when the Boltons came to power, Deepwood Motte was just a building in the woods. It was not something they cared much about until they learned that Jaron Glover had returned. By then, Jon Snow and the Knights of the Vale had recaptured the North. So why was he thinking so much about Sansa Stark right now? Quite simply news reached his stronghold that Jon Snow and Sansa Stark were asking to be received. It was not well-known that a Glover now controlled the Deepwood again, as it seemed Jon was unsure who to address in his letter. When the Stark bannermen arrived, they were received and Jaron revealed himself. Without any hesitation, Jaron committed House Glover to House Stark again, following Jon wherever he would lead. It took two weeks to trek in the snow from Deepwood to Winterfell, but during that time, Jaron spent nearly every waking second with Sansa Stark. The feelings they had when they were younger, the kisses they stole, the late nights they spoke to one another neither had forgotten. If anything, the feelings were stronger. It was the first night in Winterfell and Jaron was lying down in his bed. He slept peacefully until there was a knock in his door. The man pushed himself up to a standing position and quickly walked over to open the door once dressed in his night robe.

Sansa Stark had such a troubling life for one so young. Her life growing up was wonderful. Sansa Stark is the eldest daughter and second child of Lady Catelyn and Lord Eddard Stark, the Warden of the North. Sansa was born and raised at Winterfell. She has an older brother, Robb, two younger brothers, Bran and Rickon, a younger sister, Arya, and a "bastard half-brother" Jon Snow, with whom she had a distant relationship due to her mother's influence. Both her mother and Sansa regretted how they treated Jon but both would grow to love him. Sadly, her mother was never able to have the chance because she and her brother were killed. Even her engagement to Joffery Baratheon was incredibly tolling. The Lannisters executed her father and then held her captive until she was able to leave after Joffery was assassinated. Once back in the north she was still held captive by House Bolton. Where she was subjected to all types of terrible treatment. She saw how cruel men could be but she took everything in and learned how to fend for herself. But she at least had the memories from her childhood to keep her company. Her family, of course, but also Jaron Glover. Jaron was what had kept her alive. He was a ward of her father while they were children and she grew close to him. They would always run away together for a little while. Stealing kisses from each other any chance they could. That was until they were separated from each other. Once she was taken to Kings Landing to marry Joffery she had no more contact with Jaron. That didn't stop the red-headed beauty from thinking about him. What he was doing. Who he was with. Was he safe? Despite all of this she had to put him out of her mind as best she could. She doubted he was able to survive any of the hardships that hit the north and in particular his family. Once she found her way to Jon again she was relieved. She made it out and was slowly bringing her family name back to power. Nothing could make those last couple of weeks better right? Her older brother Jon told her the good news. Jaron was alive and well. They were on their way to see him in the morning. Sansa's heart pounded in her chest at the thought of seeing him after all of those years. Would he still be the same kind and gentle man she had once known? Would all of those years mean he would have moved on? Forgotten about her? That is how Sansa found herself outside of Jaron's door. She knocked softly hoping the man was still up. When the door opened her heart swelled with happiness. "Jaron!" She whispered excitedly as she moved closer to him and laid her head down on his chest. Feeling him that close to her was like having a part of her again that had been missing. She never wanted to let go.

Hinata and Sakura had been on a mission that had taken several weeks, they'd had to trek through forests in wind and rain, shiver in the freezing cold, bake in the scorching sun, fight whilst tired and hungry, but finally the mission had been a success. Unfortunately, the journey back, despite the new route they had taken to try and make the journey a little more comfortable, was hardly any better, the weather having gotten even worse in some places. About halfway though, while trekking through yet another forest, the two girls had come across an abandoned hot springs resort. It looked like nobody had been here for at least 10 years, but the structure was still pretty intact, making it potentially a warm and dry place to spend at least one night if not maybe a few, while the springs themselves were natural, meaning the water was still hot and clean-looking. Hinata volunteered to search through the main building, finding at least one room that was intact and to see if she could find some still-intact blankets they could use. She was just as tired as Sakura, her clothes were just as tattered, but Hinata being Hinata, she offered to let Sakura head straight for the springs. "Really, I insist," she bowed her head gently before turning to head back into the building to begin her search, leaving Sakura to finally embrace the first chance they'd had to relax in over a month.

Sakura sighed and briefly glanced around; the pinkette was on the brink of collapse - so much time had been spent traveling that her body was getting worn out. The constant fighting and trekking did nothing to help her clothes which were more patched up than anything at this point. Slowly she slid out of her clothing, letting her athletic body shine and gleam in the mist produced by the hotsprings. Her abs glistened as she lowered herself into the water, eyes closed and relaxation moving through her.

They set the world on fire. It wasn't a war anymore; it was a remaking. Some losses are inevitable. Some... unthinkable. Now they've built a new world. Armies of steel and thunder. They're rewriting history." In 1946, the world teetered on the brink of total domination by the Nazi Empire. The Allies had been rendered to their knees, and perished 'neath the malevolence of the Schutzstaffel's continued advancement in technological research. Europe lay in ruin, dominated by industry and fueled by its prisoners of war, and it didn't take long for the Empire to cast its eye upon the United States -- the capital of the world. By 1953, the old world surrendered, and offered its neck to the bloodied red banner and its ideas of a new age of mankind. The war-afflicted USA painted itself as the ideal; a colored landscape, a revival of the roaring twenties. It remained headed by an American spokesperson, though it served only as a facade, for Nazi influence had long injected itself into the Whitehouse and corrupted the very foundations of its power. Civilians were heavily regulated and were made to abide by listed zones and curfews, and the poor and war-torn populace were allocated rations and aid when their need was dire. Laws were pressed by martial standards; the SS patrolled the streets in frightening numbers, and the Gestapo raided suspect residences freely and without consequence. Most had submitted to the New World Order, and had slowly settled into a sense of normalcy and routine. But there were few who still donned their duties and anger, manifesting in form of rebel movements across the globe. In 1955, the population held its breath at the assassination of General Heinrich Engel, former leader of the Nazi scientific movement and tyrant of the American Embassy. The victory was short-lived, however, for the death of one monster gave rise to many others. The incident provoked a mass shooting of civilians deemed suspicious of rebel involvement, the bodies of which hung upon the walls of the embassy 'til the crows began to claim them. The concept of survival proved simple, albeit difficult to swallow. Silence, and obedience. Obey, or die. Clear skies, clean air; each graced her senses and was met with deep gratitude. Lena's chin had lifted towards the clouds, having once forgotten what they had looked like, and she stepped from the boat ramp in vacant and bewildered thought. Her mind cast back to home, and she pictured the crumbling ruins of Warsaw, the barbed fences of its many work camps, and the thick grey fog which lingered eternally above them. Like the rest of Europe, Poland had been torn down by the war. Lena had admired the Americas on old stamps and postcards, and for the first time she was able to finally behold them in person. Normalcy became apparent to her, presented in vast crowds and neon signs which glowed even in the blue of the midday sky. Yet, there was a certain, uneasy weight to the air, and amidst the poster girls and bright billboards it didn't take long for her to notice the red banners which lined the harbor. Swastikas glared like the eyes of the beast. And beneath them, the grey demons themselves; devout members of the Schutstaffel, mingled among the harbor crowd. Lena had long practiced the art of caution, and knew well to avoid attention when none was needed. But as she approached the gates to the feigned free world, a lump formed in her throat. Though she was still some fifty meters away from the gated checkpoint, the on-duty officer had already set an eye upon her, peering from beneath his peaked grey cap. She swallowed, and lifted her chin as to at least wear the mask of confidence. She had nothing to hide. Nothing to hide. Nothing to hide. She was, perhaps, a peculiar sight; short-haired, as was the rule in her former station, and oddly clothed. Her lithe figure bore a plain white blouse and pleated navy skirt, falling a short ways past her knees in an elegant format. Atop this otherwise normal attire, however, was an olive-colored coat which seemed a few sizes too large. A coat intended for men, it seemed, with its padded shoulders and large breast pockets. Most strikingly was the presence of rouge lipstick on an otherwise pale and naked face; no doubt the marking of a poor girl who had been given her first cosmetic gift. She carried a cheap black purse over her shoulder, and hugged a dossier of type-written documents to her torso. "Frulein." The man stood from his station as Lena approached, his arms folding loosely behind his pack. She peered up at him with a small nod in greeting, and from the dark look in his gaze, she knew he was already looking for a reason. "Do you speak English?" "Yes, sir." Lena's voice was small, bearing the subtle and almost-absent grace of her home accent. She held out her dossier, which the officer took, and his eyes lingered down upon her for a moment before dropping to her documents. The front-most page, headed by a red triangle stamped with the letter 'P,' covered her identity, and of course, her former address. "... Aslau Stammlager. Gross-Rosen." His gaze lifted, and her lips parted. He was making her needlessly nervous. "Yes, sir, I was granted amnesty from the Gross-Rosen camps only this February passed. The documentation is all in there." Again, he read on. Gloved fingertips peeled the pages apart, and he ran his vision down the many given references in support of her release. His brow raised, and though his expression remained firm, she could tell he was amusing himself. "Service and good behaviour." He exhaled sharply through his nose, his own accent thick with hints of his homeland. "What service would that be, might I ask?" Her lip quivered. It was known that amnesty was scarcely given to those charged to live among comfort women, and so she did not know why he scrutinized her so. It took conscious effort to prevent herself from frowning in his direction, and the corners of her lips quivered in agitation. "I was stationed in comms, sir," she began, withdrawing her breath, "I translated speeches and radio communications for intelligence and new arrivals." A deep scowl presented upon the officer's already rugged features, and his fingertips tingled in sudden nervousness. "An interpreter. You speak German?" His tone was bitter as he returned to his native language. She nodded. "You might've told me this to begin with and spared me the effort. Show me your arm." Her breath hitched in her throat. "Sir, with respect, I have done this on the ferry already --" The officer clicked his tongue. She exhaled, reaching to lift her sleeve, but the material was stiff and would not bundle tightly enough for her to show him what he wanted. Her eyes glanced in either direction, conscious of on-lookers, and she resorted to shrugging off her coat completely. She dropped it along with her bag to the dry floor, and unbuttoned the cuff of her blouse sleeve. The cotton was rolled to her elbow and she held out her forearm. A numbered tattoo was present on the flesh; 3087980A. The officer gripped her arm, running a gloved thumb firmly across the ink to check that it was permanent before pulling away. She grimaced at the sensation, and was quick to return her coat to her shoulders. Indeed, Nazi officers stationed in the Americas knew well to be wary of those claiming to hail from labour camps. Whilst many had been given the privilege to rejoin society in recent days, most prisoners - particularly those held in Europe - had no property nor funds registered to their name, and were thus forced to stay within the camps regardless. Lena, however, had been granted the will of her great uncle; a former cobbler, whose shoe-making aspirations had led him to purchase a small home in New England. That home now resided under the name of Lena Zielinski, a former Polish prisoner of war, whose home was reclaimed four years ago at the age of sixteen. "Keep these on your person, and present them when asked." The officer spoke, still uneasy of her entry as he lifted the iron latch and allowed to gate to slide partways across. He handed back her dossier, allowing access to a new land. "Welcome to New England, Frulein." It had been easier than expected, no doubt, but she could still feel the weight of the Nazi's glare against the back of her skull as she departed from the ports. She preferred the authority of her homeland, somehow, for the threats there were blatant and easily recognized. Here, they were subtle, but frightfully potent -- like a pit of snakes, hidden 'neath a thin veil of attractive silk.

/' , /' , Easier than expected? "There she is. Right on schedule." In the sea of refugees and steel hatted soldiers stood a group of German officers. Leather clad with trench coats that pooled around their ankles and Luger pistols strapped to their waists, the men quickly locked their gazes upon their target, watching as she passed through the nearby security checkpoint. For many weeks, the Gestapo had been on the hunt for a Polish girl from the Gross-Rosen camps, who carried in her bag a set of top secret documents passed between a long line of traitors and commandos. It was believed that American partisan groups were eagerly hunting this information, having forged documents allowing for the prisoner's release and even managing to arrange her transportation to German-occupied America. "Ausgezeichnet. Wait for the signal." The men watched as the border officer turned towards the group. The soldier had been given orders to light his cigarette if the numbered tattoo was a match to the woman who had escaped the camp. Indeed, just a few moments later the soldier had placed a cigarette between his cold lips and brought the small flame towards his portrait. It was time to move. The six men dispersed, moving in different directions like they had rehearsed many times before. The first soldier moved down the nearby alleyway to cut her off while two more followed several paces behind her. The rest maintained a safer distance, silver submachine guns clasped in their hands just in case things turned unexpectedly violent. It wasn't long until the entire group was in position to make their move, the first soldier emerging from the alleyway in front of the woman. He pretended not to notice her, appearing so suddenly that she would not be able to change course before unceremoniously colliding into him. "Ah. Entschuldigung, Frulein." A faux smile creased the man's lips, who seemed eerily unsurprised by the sudden impact. "Are you alright?" He remarked, this time in thickly accented English. The girl would be given hardly enough time to respond as the two officers behind her closed the gap between them. "Don't move." Another voice ordered from behind, the pointed barrel of what could only be a pistol placed up against the back of her oversized peacoat. It was only a moment later that the second man threw a dark bag over her face, obscuring her vision as the three men forcefully grabbed her and dragged her into the adjacent alleyway. The three soldiers quickly managed to pin the lithe Polish girl up against the dirty wall, any attempts to struggle under their grip futile in the face of overwhelming odds. "We've got her. Go fetch up the Wagen." In the absence of sight, the woman would be able to hear the sound of jackboots running away. "Good morning, my sweet, little spy." The officer let loose a chuckle. Clearly the officer took great amusement in his horrifying profession. "Do you have the documents we're looking for?" Perched on the top level of an abandoned apartment complex sat two, rather broad silhouettes. They had been there since the night before, waiting for their target to finally arrive aboard one of the ships that came into the harbor. "Tell me again why we're looking for this girl?" A gruff voice sliced through the morning fog, the unsettling aroma of trapped cigarette smoke congregating in the room. Even between the artillery and gunfire, Commander Richard Winters had always hated the silence the most. The long periods of serenity that betrayed his survival instincts. Even when overlooking the beautiful waters below, Winters could hear the lamentations of the dead echoing through his mind. "It's on a need to know basis. She's got something that we need." Sitting beside the commander was another man sent from Resistance Intelligence. He was slightly smaller in stature, wearing a dark sports coat and sunglasses that hid his pupils from the light... and wandering eyes. Held up to his face was a pair of binoculars, pointed towards a ship that was just docking at the harbor underneath. "I know a dozen girls that got something I need..." The Commander retorted, "...Never tried this, though." He leaned back in his seat, propping his leather jackboots up against the open windowsill. Winters was a larger man with broad shoulders and possessing a chin sharp enough to kill Nazis. Most notably, however, the man sported a rather iconic leather eye patch over his right eye... a trophy of sorts that he earned during the war. It seemed like it was only yesterday that he was a stupid, young boy with grandeur dreams of heroism. It wasn't until he made his first jump into hell that he realized that war was nothing like he had expected. "It doesn't look like she's on this boat, either." The man sighed, before suddenly straightening himself. "Wait. I think that's her." Winters dropped his feet from the windowsill, picking up his own pair of binoculars and peering through the optic with his left eye. "Which one?" "Brown hair, olive coat." "They all have brown hair and olive coats." "Younger... uh, probably in her twenties. She's carrying a black purse, I think." "The one at the checkpoint?" The Commander whistled, "She's a cute one. Damn, you sure know how to pick them out." The two men watched as the woman made it through the checkpoint, though it didn't take them long to immediately notice that something was amiss. "Uh oh. Looks like our rabbit has some wolves on her tail." Winters watched as the group of Gestapo officers dispersed, one man running into the alleyway before the others made off in the other direction. "Shit! Shit!" The man hopped from his seat, picking up his rifle before rushing towards the door. "Let's go!" "Uh, where do you think you're going? You gonna shoot up an entire German checkpoint by yourself?" The man paused, "We need those documents! If they fall back into German hands..." "They're the Gestapo. They'll just take her to the same place they always do. Then we'll infiltrate, get the documents and the girl. Piece of cake." He scooped up his equipment bag as he spoke, slinging it over his shoulder before moving towards the door. "Just get the safe house and the escape vehicle ready. I'll do everything else." "Wait." The Commander opened the door, stopping in the open doorway. "We don't need the girl. Our orders are to kill her to avoid anything from leaking." "If you say so." With that, the Commander disappeared.

Shania Young 16th October, 2018 Brooklyn, New York Exact Location: Medgar Evers College 15:28 PM EST "I'm very disappointed in a lot of you. This exam was by far one of the easier ones. We went over each and every single answer to these. Particularly which king not only sponsored, but encouraged, the British to sail off and eventually land in what is now known as Jamestown. King James the First!" A frustrated hand slammed down hard on the wooden desk beside him. The figure in question was nineteen-year-old Shania Young's Advanced American History teacher. As much as she enjoyed him and his classes ... gestures like that were ones she could do without. Granted, she knew and understood it wasn't directed at her. Unfortunately, it had succeeded in making the young woman jump slightly. "Thankfully," the instructor stated, "There were some of you who proved you have been paying attention." Even though he had omitted names, almost every head turned and looked back at Shania, who promptly covered her paper. They weren't wrong, and a few noted the red "100" in the upper right corner of her test. "Of fucking course," one of the students sneered, "Go figure the fucking red skin would know that kind of shit." "Hey, hey, hey! Don't you dare forget you're in my class! I'm not tolerating you to speak to anyone in such a manner!" "Of course you'd protect Lil Miss Shania. She's your perfect pet, after all." Crimson began to paint her face as she lowered her head, biting firmly on her lower lip to restrain herself. By now, the instructor's face was already beginning to turn red also; but instead of being fueled by embarrassment, it was rage. "If you wanna be able to successfully pull off the 'high and mighty' kind of mindset with me, step one would be not half-assing your exams like most of you have been doing. Now ... really. Last I checked, I was supposed to be teaching eighteen to nineteen year old young adults, not brats ten years younger. Act your damn ages." Right as three thirty rolled around, the bell rang, but not before the teacher quickly rose a hand. "No, I dismiss you all," he said firmly. "Sit down...all of you. The sooner you write your homework down, the quicker you can leave for the day." To help prove his point, he stayed silent. Anyone who attempted to move towards the lone door leading out of the classroom would have it blocked by their own professor. Finally, the rebellious attempts and attitudes ceased after a good minute and a half of protesting. "There," he said. "Now everyone will have to do this, regardless of how well or poorly they did. So you can debunk that foolish theory that I have 'favorites' here. I expect an essay on why the founding of Jamestown was so significant. It must be a minimum of five pages." A chorus of groans rang out, but the instructor refused to change his mind. "Considering I should make it ten with how many of you failed this exam, be glad I'm offering some lenience. These essays are due next Monday the twenty-second. No excuses. That's almost a whole week to get this done. Now you all are dismissed." Everyone practically ran out, looking and acting as if they had just gotten a physical beating rather than being assigned something relatively simple like a paper. Shania was, as always, one of the last pupils to leave. Before she exited, a hand gently fell atop her shoulders. "I apologize for their behavior," he says, smiling gently at her. "Pay them no mind, though. It's not your fault you actually care. In fact ... I respect and appreciate that you come here and give me your complete and undivided attention." A weak smile crosses Shania's face as she bows her head politely, "Oh, it's ... no problem. Really, it isn't. History's always been one of my favorite classes. We often forget our roots. It's a bit of a shame." "Indeed, it is. And that's why I take the 'tough love' approach with everyone. Try to, anyway. What's the point of me teaching any of this if no one's going to take this seriously? At least I have you and a few others giving me hope. Anyway ... enjoy the rest of your Tuesday. Know that no matter what they try to say, you'll have my support." "Thank you, Mister Thompson. That really does mean a lot to me." Offering her teacher one final bow of her head, she turns and exits the doors of Medgar Evers College, beginning the slow and steady walk back to her efficiency. Thankfully, no one had been waiting for her like Shania half-expected. Good. She doesn't want trouble, for one. But more importantly - point number two - she actually has a decent idea on how to begin with her history assignment. And even if it isn't due for six days, she wants to get a head start on it. This way, she can focus and knock out her other tasks that need to be done. 16th October, 2018 Brooklyn, New York Exact Location: A small efficiency on Church Avenue. 18:02 PM EST The walk had taken twenty minutes, mainly due to traffic. It was always hell, and that - sadly - applied to just about every part of New York. But as someone who had been born and raised in Brooklyn, she couldn't help but notice it seemed to especially be worse here than any other area. Whatever the case, she had managed to get three of the five pages typed up. She was stuck, but not because she didn't know the answers. Rather, Shania was at the point where she was close to almost sounding like she would repeat herself. So, she was backtracking, seeing if there had been any pieces that she may have missed and could expand upon. Light-brown orbs scanned her laptop screen, hoping to find something ... anything. Maybe this is where you take a break? The abrupt ringing from her cell phone seemed to agree. Once again, the poor Iroquois jumped, shaking her head at herself and taking a slight breath. Then ... she rose her eyebrow. That ... was an unfamiliar number. Well ... she could tell them they got the wrong number, if push came to shove. "Hello?" "Yes, is this Shania Young?" "It is. May I ask who this is?" "Of course, though it won't bring me any pleasure to tell you. This is the Brooklyn Police. We're calling because your brother is in our custody." Her head fell against the back of her seat, a defeated sigh passing her lips. Her left hand rose, lightly rubbing her forehead. "W-What'd he do? It's nothing serious ... is it?" "Not to the degrees you may be worrying about, but in their own rights, yes. A DUI and Disorderly Conduct." Shania slowly nodded, weakly groaning. And then .... a thought dawned on her. "Wait .... did he call me already and I just missed it somehow?" "No, no. He has been ... less than cooperative since we arrested him. We only just got to a point where he's been somewhat civil with us, so we're making the call on his behalf." "How much? There is a price to bail him out, right?" "Afraid so, yes. Five-hundred." Shania groaned again, face palming as the amount echoed in her ears. For a bit, it seemed like she was going to hang up and refuse to get her own brother out. But after at least a minute or two of silence, she spoke up, "Okay ... okay. It's gonna be a bit, but I can come up with the money. A bit as in several hours, give or take." "Alright, Miss Young. Again, I truly am sorry. Have a good rest of the day." Her eyes rolled as she hit the "End" button, crossing her arms in frustration over her chest. "Damnit, Emrie .... " Shania muttered, exhaling deeply as another breath passed her lips. "That's basically all of my rent money, you bastard!" Still, there was one saving grace, and it was in the fact he was safe. He hadn't gotten killed or otherwise hurt. Despite his most recent choices being horrible ones, Emrie and Shania had been pretty close. Another reason this had upset her; she'd hoped that maybe this year could be the one where he could get away from his ... less-than-pleasant 'friends'. But going off that call, it was fair to assume he hadn't yet done that much. Well .... you're not gonna get the money by just sitting around. A slight grimace appeared as she picked her phone back up again. "Oh, Shania! Hey girl, it's been a while!" "Heh, yeah. I suppose it has. Umm .... listen. Is there ...?" "Say no more! Even if we were busy as all hell, there's always room for you to come over and work for the evening." "Great. It's kinda a family emergency, so I really need it tonight." "I can hear it in your voice. Don't worry, sweetie; just come on over and work your magic like you always did. I'll see about giving a good word so you can get more generous tips." "Thanks, Jessica. I appreciate this." Now that her plans for the night had been adjusted, Shania was quickly working on adapting to them. She hastily grabbed her wallet, car keys, and looked over herself. Thankfully, her 'side job' had more than enough outfits, so she could go in what she was wearing now and change upon arriving. Am I missing anything? Her eyes found the cell phone still in her hands and pocketed it away. After double, triple, and even quadruple checking to ensure she had everything, Shania briskly left her small efficiency. Were anyone else around, they would have heard the door slam. To say Shania was upset would be an understatement; truthfully, she was a bit pissed. Just as she'd hoped for positive changes to come to her brother, there were certain things she'd wanted to avoid for the rest of her own life. Doing this was one. But for one evening, she could tolerate breaking her own promise. She would make it worth the time, effort, and energy that would be put in. And she would have no qualms relaying how much work she'd put in for her only sibling once Emrie got picked up.

Emrie Young 15th October, 2018 Brooklyn, New York Exact Location: Owl's head Park 23:45 PM EST At this point, Emrie had lost track of exactly how many drinks, shots, cans, and bottles he had consumed. He was pretty sure it was around the amount of too much, but for some odd reason he didn't exactly have a care. The night had started out pretty standard for his usual Monday - going to a job he hated, working his shift, then after his shift, he got a text from one of his mates that the crew was getting together. From there, it had been a bunch of bad decisions one after another. From hitting up every bar in Brooklyn they could find till they got kicked out of it, to driving around town on their bikes, and now through a public park. The rev of the motor engine still sent a thrill through Emrie's body as he felt the Yamaha surge under him. The wheel kicked up a trail of dirt and mud, smoke rose from the rubber as he burned the grass, drawing in the dirt doing a semie circle that finished off his 'masterpiece' - his half-signed name. It would take a gardener a few weeks to put it right. It was around that point that he heard the siren of a cop car. He turned to his friends, and one word was spoken between them: Drive. The six of them had each burst into a different direction, and Emirie had been the unlucky one - spikes had been laid down closest to the exit he had run for, and before he knew what was going on, his tires were shredded. He was dragged into the cop car, all the while telling the police to go fuck themselves, among other things. The line 'get off my property you fucks' may have been screamed a few times. As he had been cuffed, his head smacked against the hood of the police car, he screamed about how this was against his rights. The cops reminded him gently that he had the right to remain silent. "I'll wave that right in your face like I waved my dick in front of your wife. Yah fucking pigs can't get it up!" Sleep had been rough, but easy, the bed was a touch itchy, and there had been no sheets when he woke up. He had no real memory of what had happened the night before, but he certainly knew what he had eaten, and drank. Green mush apparently if the toilet was anything to be believed. His stomach contents emptied, and then emptied further. He heaved and vomited until he had nothing left in his stomach contents, and that had been the early morning. When he started his interrogation, he listened as the record read back to him all the things he had said after the Miranda rights had been read. Considering his case was more about a DUI, and disorderly conduct, and his raving headache, he hadn't really needed a public defender to come all the way down here. This wasn't his first time in this situation. The lack of any coffee had not helped him. He eventually got some water after asking, and now he was thinking over his options. If he called his mates they would get taken in on the same offenses that he was, calling mom or dad was strictly forbidden, he refused on principle to go crawling to them for help. He had left home because he wanted to be a free spirit, a decision he regretted almost as soon as he slammed the door with a backpack of his things. He had stayed in contact with his sister, but over the last year he had fallen in further with his gang of friends. He had done things that were far more directly illegal than just a DUI, and he was glad that he wasn't on trial for any of that. Theft, breaking and entering into really old buildings, tresspassing, the usual teenage delinquency. Still the ticking of the clock was making his skull scream in agony, every second felt like agony. This was a wake up call, he couldn't keep at this, he needed to make a change. He needed help. But mom and dad were forbidden, he would not go crawling back to them. His sister then was the only option. He wrote out her number, handed it to the cops. "Shania Young, she's my emergency contact, call her, she will post my bail." And I will be in her debt for a long time. She was his younger sister but between the two of them, it was clear who the responsible one was.

Five years had passed since Sarah ran the labyrinth after wishing Toby away, and the trip to the underworld had taken its toll on her. She wasn't stupid enough to tell anyone about what had happened. Who would believe her? Once she'd uttered those words-- you have no power over me-- things got a little fuzzy, and then crystal clear. One minute she'd been falling, falling, falling, and the next, she was back at home. Safe and sound. The first thing she'd done was check to ensure Toby was there, which he was. Also safe. Staring down at her baby brother, she realized in that moment just how precious he really was. She'd been selfish to wish him away. Even if her parents memories of Toby had been wiped, hers would not have been. She would have lived her life wondering how things would be different if Toby were still around. After moving on to her own room, she grew saddened by the sudden loneliness she felt. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but miss her friends. In the thirteen hours she spent running the labyrinth, she'd grown close to them. Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus... all of them. When they'd appeared in her mirror, and she'd turned to find them in her room... It was the happiest she'd ever been. But there was a flicker of doubt within her, one that kept imagining the Goblin King's face when she'd destroyed him and declined his offer. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave... Those words stuck with her for a long time. The now twenty-year-old had moved out of her father's house and into an apartment with her best friend Nicole. But whereas Sarah had practically given up on dreaming and 'being fun', Nicole was quite the opposite. Sarah had met her during junior year of high school, and Nicole had sort of adopted her as a friend. Despite Nicole's seriously outgoing and outspoken ways, Sarah actually really liked her. She was a good person. They both decided to take a year off of college and get jobs and an apartment together, and that's exactly what they did. At first, everything was great. But there was a darkness inside of Sarah that she'd been fighting to keep from coming out. She withdrew more and more until she was spending most of her time in her room. She lost her job, which meant Nicole had to pick up the slack. After a few months of that, she'd finally had enough and practically dragged Sarah out to the bar one night just to get her out of the house. And that... that is where Sarah met Derek. At first, Derek was everything she'd been missing. Flirty, fun, attractive, sweet... he dragged her out of the dark spot in her life. She got another job, one she actually enjoyed at a pet hospital. It was long hours, which meant Derek wasn't seeing her as often. It sucked but he was never mean or rude about it. When she came home one night from a late shift, exhausted and red-faced from crying over the loss of a patient, she didn't expect Derek to be waiting for her in her and Nicole's apartment. Nicole had let him in, and then gone out. Sarah didn't see the punch coming. That first hit started a whirlwind of abuse that she dealt with on the down low for about a year and a half. Nicole and Sarah had gotten into a huge disagreement over him, big enough that Nicole moved out, and Derek moved in. That just made the abuse worse. When Sarah finally gathered the courage to leave, she moved to a shady apartment complex a few towns over. At first, Derek had blown up her phone and threatened her on the daily. But then it stopped. Until tonight when he randomly showed up at her door and beat her senseless. He'd left her a broken, bruised heap on the floor, slamming the door behind him as he left. She'd pulled herself up to a sitting position, feeling worse than she'd felt those five years ago sitting in her room alone crying into her sleeve. Crying into her sleeve, she whispered words that she swore she'd never, ever say again. "I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now.

The last five years had been rather boring, and Jareth, the great Goblin King, was still sulking from his defeat at Sarah's hands. It had been so embarrassing to have been bested. And yet, the girl had earned his respect. She had fought against the odds, raced against the clock, found the way to defeat him. He admired that. He had watched her occasionally since, but had not peeked in for some years. And then, one day, lounging on his throne, he and the other goblins heard them. The magic words. The simple summoning invocation. A simple wish. But that voice ... In an instant he was on his feet, and the next he was elsewhere, at the source of those words. He glanced around, and then he saw her, sitting curled up on the floor. "Oh, Sarah." The pain in his voice was obvious. He crouched down next to her, reached out a hand to touch her. "What happened to you?" He asked softly.

As Steven Shepard Steele flew his ship towards Tavros Station, his thoughts were not filled with advanced technologies or beautiful alien girls, as they usually were. No, the only thing on his mind was the message he'd gotten the day before, from his father's lawyer. That his old man, Victor Steele himself, hadn't contacted him directly had set off warning klaxons in his head. His worst fears were confirmed when the message had contained not only the news of his passing, but also the funeral arrangements. He'd immediately arranged for a leave of absence from the Alliance Navy so he could attend the funeral on Tavros Station. Snapping out of his funk, the captain noticed that he was beginning to approach the station's docks and began preparing for his arrival. After landing his ship in a private dock, Steven started walking towards the residential area, where he knew his siblings had a home. Along the way he passed by a number of different races, even seeing a krogan who appeared to have taken quite a few fertility treatments if the size of his quad was any judge. Eventually he arrived at their door and knocked, waiting to be let in by one of them.

Menta Shepard Steele hissed and groaned as she got up from the couch that was placed in the back of the living room, apparently there had been some stuff going on between her father and well, Meena and herself had been keeping their minds off it. "For fuck's sake!" She slurred to herself as she approached the door, not even aware that she was naked and had a morning wood, her twin tails curling and moving with each step, her cat ears twitching and swiveling as she still groggy, her long grey hair disheveled and bangs hung in her amber eyes. You may have noticed the cat parts of her; well, you see she and her twin sister were kitsunes, unlike their brother Steven. Her hand grabbed the knob to the door giving it a turn and then a pull. "YES!" She slurred out to Steven, not even realizing it was him. "What do you want?" Menta continued to curse at Steven, still failing to recognize him.

The universe was a vast, dark place teeming with life, on planets all mind-bogglingly far apart from each other, and yet the advent of technology soon negated this cumbersome isolation and travelers were capable of faster-than-light speeds to explore the unknown. Far more civilizations were able to reach this level of technology and soon a thriving galactic economy of trade and political exchanges was established. It was far from ideal, with many conflicts arising as a direct result among planets more greedy than they had any right to be, but waging interplanetary campaigns was a rather dubious enterprise and so peace was for the most part the order of the day. That was, until the arrival of a particular warlord whose singular person had more power within than an entire fleet of the most advanced warships. Frieza, a veritable galactic emperor, effortlessly crushed numerous planets that he sought to bring under his dominion. They made the foolish mistake of refusing. This dictatorial, almost child-minded sadist was in no mood to hear the word 'no' and his wrath was swift and, though none would ever have the guts to utter it aloud, entirely unnecessary overkill. Worlds full of valuable resources reduced to barren wastelands where not even the charred skeletons of the hapless denizens remained. Six major worlds fell before Frieza's name began to make blood run cold, and rather than even attempt to resist or merely negotiate, planets swore allegiance immediately in the hopes of being spared. If one could call the men being conscripted into Frieza's armies and never see their families again (the families being forced into slave labor) 'spared', that is. No planet had more than a handful of soldiers that could enforce Frieza's rule on their own, the few very talented ones enjoying higher ranks within Frieza's inner circle. That is, until they made contact with Planet Vegeta. This was a mostly lawless land, where the natives had wiped out an entire other species recently that they had been warring with for control over the planet. Those other tragically extinct being, the Tuffles, were what Frieza's soldiers had expected to find there, their advanced technology allowing them interstellar travel and other valuable resources useful to the empire. Instead, they found savage, yet cunning, people, humanoid in appearance but possessing monkey-like tails and an incredible propensity for hand-to-hand combat. The planet was rather inhospitable, however, to most of Frieza's vassals. For one thing, the gravity on this world was inordinately strong, fitting for the raw power possessed by these beastly Saiyans, as they called themselves. They quickly became Frieza's favorite playthings. The Saiyans loved nothing more than fighting, and when they weren't off conquering planets in Frieza's name, they were entertaining him directly with exhibition matches in coliseum-style arenas. "Dance, monkeys, dance!" Frieza would gleefully clap as the Saiyans butchered any opponent sent up against them with ruthless ferocity. This lasted for quite some time, and King Vegeta was a mere boy prince when Frieza's name first became known to them. While it had been difficult to get them to do anything other than thrash Frieza's soldiers who had tried to make first contact and demand their fealty, it did not yet reach the point of Frieza becoming irritated enough to wipe them out, as then-King, Vegeta the 1st (named as such after the destruction of the Tuffles), recognized the level of technology from their visitors and what it could do for his people. Vegeta was a rather barren place as it was, even if they called it home. Calling for a truce, they were able to negotiate with Frieza's forces and were delighted that in addition to accessing that technology, they would get to sate their bloodlust by spreading their violence to countless other worlds. It was a match made in Hell, truly. But one day Frieza's favorite toys ceased to be what he had once thought they were. While it was a rare occasion, even on their own home world, the Saiyans had neglected to mention a peculiarity of their species, the very reason they toppled the Tuffles after such a long war against them. Right in the middle of a free-for-all battle with an open roof, dozens of Saiyans were expected to fight to the death until only one was left standing, and they would be richly rewarded. Unfortunately, the planet they were on was having a full moon that night, and the open ceiling gave them all a full, clear view of the moon. They all froze just as the battle was beginning, mesmerized by the pale light. Frieza was puzzled, and quickly became infuriated at their failure to entertain him as expected. But what he saw next turned that anger into something he had never felt before: Fear. A primal roar shook the ground, the collective voices of the Saiyans bellowing louder than it should have been possible for beings their size. In a matter of seconds, each and every one of them swelled in size, their bodies covered entirely in hair but for their hands, feet and faces, which elongated and looked rather more wolf-like than ape, but their body structures still resembled that of an upright-walking chimpanzee, though with their enormous Saiyan tails. The entire coliseum exploded outward, unable to contain even five full-sized Saiyans, and the planet, much smaller than their native one, was not long for itself once they began thrashing about, still driven to do only one thing: Fight. To the death. Their energy beams spewing from their mouths were at least ten times as powerful as any the Saiyans had wielded in standard form. Every Scouter worn by anyone who survived this initial transformation event exploded from overload. Frieza retreated to his ship and fled, the first time he had ever shown cowardice to any of his soldiers. None dared question this, however, as they were just as scared shitless of this nightmare! At least with Frieza they knew where they stood, but with these out-of-control monsters, there was no safety but being no closer than orbit! The planet was small enough that Frieza, with intense concentration and a significant amount of his own power, was able to destroy it, which, one way or another, would kill the giants that would be identified by non-transformed Saiyans as Oozaru. Frieza demanded to know why this information was kept from him, and made no pretense that he wasn't making a direct threat to annihilate the lot of them for this treachery. How dare they hide something that could potentially topple him if a concentrated effort was mounted to be near him at the time of transformation? A strong enough Saiyan, in Oozaru form, could actually stand a chance against Frieza, almighty as he may have been. This whole situation was unprecedented, as was Frieza's reaction to it. It became clear that the new Saiyan ruler, King Vegeta the 2nd had not wished to give away any of the information that could be used to their detriment. Every Saiyan would keep it to themselves that their tails were their weak point, and were the key to unlocking their transformation that only occurred during full moons. Frieza didn't figure it out himself, but his advisors (the ones he didn't kill simply out of frustration), connected the Saiyans' transformation to the full moon, although nothing about their tails was yet known to be involved. Knowing that a full moon was about to occur on Planet Vegeta, Frieza decided it was now or never. The Saiyans would likely know that it was a full-scale war and that they were going to have to band together for a last stand against Frieza. It should have been obvious that them still having a King of their own meant they were not truly loyal to an outsider. Their pride would not let them bow down to a non-Saiyan! Thousands of them had gathered as Frieza set a course for their world, intending to blow it up and them along with it, Oozaru or not! A show of strength was needed now, to ensure that no other races hiding any sort of major powerups would ever even think about challenging him! It was a trait of the royal family of Saiyans that even in their Oozaru forms, they retained full use of their mental faculties and even their voices. In this way, King Vegeta the 2nd and his son, Prince Vegeta, were able to quell the savagery of their brethren and lead them like a true army against Frieza. Firing their mouth lasers skyward, they decimated all backup spaceships Frieza had brought along with him, and he ordered all but his flagship to retreat. Still too fearful to enter the atmosphere of the planet, Frieza instead opted for the next-best solution to the problem: The moon had to go. Still recovering from his recent high-level energy expenditure on the coliseum planet, it took a toll on him to muster the power to obliterate Vegeta's moon, but it happened, and the Oozaru shrank back down to their original forms. This was a devastating loss for the Saiyans. The only planet they knew of for certain had a moon cycle they could use to their advantage, now moonless. But that wasn't all; they also had to contend with the massive pieces of their crumbled moon crashing down onto the planet, causing demolition on a scale that would embarrass even a rampaging Oozaru. Planet Vegeta wasn't fit for sustaining life very much even before, but now...remaining in that dusty atmosphere would be toxic to any lifeforms. They had no choice but to flee. This was, however, a window in which they were capable of doing so without Frieza's immediate retaliation. That last moon-crushing attack was crippling to Frieza. His energy needed time to replenish and no one else with him now was capable of going down there and blasting down the Saiyans' ships before they could leave the planet. Though hundreds of Saiyans perished in the effort as their planet turned on them, they still largely managed to evacuate, going off in all directions, agreeing to come together again one day and make Frieza pay for this. They would need to get stronger, strong enough that even a full moon would not need to be relied upon. Whispers of trying to find the legendary Super Saiyan, even. But after their initial takeoff, they had to maintain radio silence to ensure they could not be followed or tracked. They might need to settle on distant planets that had never made contact with any other species before. As long as Frieza couldn't follow or find them until they were ready to be found, their will to defeat him would live on. The King and Prince each boarded their own space pods and went off in the same direction, intending to keep their bloodline together and bring along a small harem of females. After all, it wouldn't do to just leave their population as it was. They needed to repopulate, especially if they wanted more firepower against Frieza when the fateful day arrived. However, things were not going to be that easy for them. The best-laid plans of mice and men were not immune to Murphy's Law. Passing space debris caught Prince Vegeta's pod and damaged it very badly, causing it to go off-course and not follow anywhere near the course of his father and harem of females' ships. Everyone had planned on a long journey to put enough distance between themselves and Frieza's forces, and were in hibernation within their pods. Nobody was alerted that Vegeta's was suddenly no longer following them. His craft hurtled toward an alien world that had thankfully never known the existence of other worlds with intelligent life...at least, not for the most part. The guardian of Earth was, in fact, another alien, but that was a tale for another day. Unconscious, badly hurt but still capable of breathing in space thanks to a great deal of training, Vegeta was unable to extricate himself from his predicament and mercifully his considerable strength allowed him to withstand what would have easily killed a lesser warrior, as well as the crash to the ground when it finally came. A smoking meteorite creating a city block-sized crater just outside of the planet's biggest major city would certainly get the attention of the local news, but no one could possibly have predicted that it was going to contain the still-living body of an unearthly visitor! Fortunately, Earth was a rather unusual place full of humanoid animals, sentient monsters, non-extinct dinosaurs, and amazing levels of technology, so he would not be treated as a freak, or as a threat...unless he acted as such. They were very open-minded there on Earth...some, more than others; like the particularly inquisitive, gifted and especially the young and reckless.

The Briefs Family: a small family located residing in the center of West City, one of the most famous and prosperous cities on Earth. Briefs had become a household name, and it would be rare to find someone who did not know about them. The name was on the cover of almost every science magazine for one reason or another. Many believed the family to be destined for greatness, and based on all of the accomplishments of Dr. Briefs, the patriarch of the family, no one could blame someone for making such an assumption. However, that had not always been the case. Dr. Trunks Briefs had always been hungry for knowledge in his youth, looking for ways to make simple tasks easier for his mother, who had several children to look after.One day, Ill make sure shell always have someone there to help her, someone to make life easier for her,he thought. Being the youngest of six children, there wasnt much he could do. But as he got older, he had taken an interest in science and all the possibilities it has to offer. If weve advanced this much, theres no telling what we can do to use science to our advantage! The young boy had grown into a young man, holding onto that belief tightly. People thought him to be odd, always seeing his face buried in books that were larger than what most of his peers would ever attempt to read. His passion had become second-nature, and before he even had his PhD diploma in hand, he had already been offered a job that gave him his own science and tech team. Briefs would soon grace the cover of science magazines on occasion, and in small print. Yet fame was not his goal. On the contrary, he wanted to make life easier for everyone; to give all people, whether they were rich, poor, or in between, a lifestyle that would allow them to focus more on what was important to them. It wasnt long before Dr. Briefs was able to fulfill his promise to his mother with the use of robotics and artificial intelligence, but his craving for more was never fully sated. His work, while unorthodox to some, was nevertheless ingenious. His rivals, those who were jealous of his mind and abilities, worked hard to stop him from overshadowing them. One academic journal after another was rejected, and his unique ideas were often ridiculed, being mocked to no end. You really think you can manipulate the atoms of inorganic objects to fit inside something smaller than the palm of your hand, no matter the size? How absurd! Those who had constantly refuted him would eat their words. Dr. Briefs parted ways with his former employer and decided to start a venture of his own; to have his own enterprise that would lead the world into the future of technology. But how would he do this? What would be the breakthrough product that would put his name in the minds of everyone? Time travel, perhaps? No...that would take years, and there was no guarantee that it would be successful. These Dino Capsules will either make or break me. But what if I fail? A couple of years passed before he met his wife, Panchi. She was the complete opposite of him; not book-smart at all, and came off as being rather airheaded and aloof. But she had a hidden knack for reading the atmosphere and people she interacted with; and she was his biggest supporter when no one else backed his endeavor. With that, he made his decision and stood firm in it, banking his entire livelihood on a small, thumb-sized capsule. It was thanks to those capsules that he could now live a life in comfort while running his own company, Capsule Corp. His first daughter was born; Tights. Within her, he instilled an affinity for technology, and some years later, his second daughter was born; Bulma. She naturally took up an interest in science, and in his eyes, she had a gift. While Tights eventually left the nest to focus on other things, Bulma wanted to learn as much as she could from her father, and he was more than happy to teach her everything he knew. Yes, she will be the one to take over Capsule Corp. Bulma was just like any other teenager. She was into boys, particularly the bad boy type. Some nights, she would sneak out for a few hours and return, getting caught from time to time. What set her apart from others her age was her intelligence. At only 16 years of age, she was already helping her father with his project and preferred to spend her time after school in the lab, tinkering away and learning as much as she could about what made what work. Young Bulma was a scientist in her own right, and her father encouraged her when any odd idea came to her mind. He wanted her to shine. On one particular evening, something strange had occurred; a meteorite landed just outside of West City. The outskirts were fairly empty, thankfully. Bulma had been out with some friends when it happened, and being naturally inquisitive, she parted ways with them and began to track down the site on her hoverbike. What if this thing holds some secrets of unexplored space? she thought, her shoulder-length blue hair whipping behind her as she left the main road to head towards the rising smoke that came from the crash site. Whatever it was, it left a pretty impressive crater. Her bike sped up; she needed to get there before the press did. Expecting to see a space rock in the crater, Bulma was more than a little surprised when she spotted a large metallic object. A...ship of some kind? H-Hey, is anyone down there? she called out. No, there couldnt be anyone there. It wouldve been impossible for anyone to survive such an impact. Still, her heart pounded excitedly in her chest. What a discovery this could be! The press couldnt get their hands on it first. Without giving it a second thought, she called her father. Dad, I found something, or someone. Bring an aircraft, fast! Putting her phone away, she began to make the climb down into the crater, a move no one in their right mind would ever try to attempt. Despite all of Bulmas intelligence, she wasnt physically-gifted, and by the time she managed to reach the wreckage she was out of breath, and her fathers aircraft was approaching in the distance. Is anyone in there? she asked, taking a deep breath in an effort to even out her breathing. Each step she took sent a feeling of glee and nervousness through her, and before long, she was close enough to the ship to see...a person? Shit...h-hold on, Ill try to get you out! Bulma did all she could to push debris out of the way, hoping to free the specimen and bring them out alive. At the edge of the crater, Dr. Briefs was already landing, and a pair of bots emerged from the aircraft and entering the crater.

Aether Amell would be in the back office of the Fiore Fountain, a cheeky name for the bar as they constantly kept the liquor flowing like a fountain there. Still it wasn't too classy nor a slum. Aether was owner, not by choice but because his family had been killed, and there had been plenty of rumors about them involving a ritual and a dark guild. They weren't mages but people always kept rumors that they were supporters of illegal guilds, but he kept the place running in their place, putting off his own work as he had been a member of a smaller guild. Still, he was unaware that he was the target of an investigation, it wouldn't have been the first time as nothing stuck, but today was no different. A request went to several bigger guilds in Fiore, but given that the bar was run in the same town as Fairy Tail, they gotten first crack at the job. Investigate the owner Aether Amell and prove that he was either with or supported Dark Guilds, or prove he had no connections to any Dark Guild. Naturally there were several members of Fairy Tail who thought this would be an easy job, go grab him and interrogate him properly. Or Menace the bar and cause enough of a scene that he'd do something in retaliation. Though there were others that considered a more subtle approach. Problem was a lot of the people who could go were famous enough to be recognized. But still Aether was working the bar and handling drinks. He didn't seem concerned or care about his situation, at the very least he didn't seem like he was the target of investigations. He was chatting up patrons, even helping take orders at the tables as it was a busy shift - the man was nothing if not a good worker, even if he was the boss. Besides having the boss show is face and do grunt work made people bitch less, as they couldn't say he wasn't around to help out all that much. That was more just good business than anything else to him. After several minutes, he'd be leaning against the bar, it had been a busy two hours so he was leaning back a bit as things were starting to become breathable. With just another day at the guild, Canasat there at the bar with a drink in her hand, keeping to herself as all the guild non-sense surrounded her. It was late in the afternoon but never too late to enjoy a beverage at the guild and chat with Mira. It was through her that Cana was informed about a job that would suit her best since it involves one of her many watering holes - the Fiore Fountain. Investigate and interrogate the bar owner? That's more like something Elfman or someone should be doing or to send Lucy to flaunt her assets around and do something useful, Cana thought to herself, downing the rest of her drink and slamming the glass down. Detective work wasn't really Canas thing, but the pay was actually quite well, and she was going to be at the bar so maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. She was a little curious why nobody else had been able to finish this job and collect the reward yet. Alright then... Fiore Fountain it is... Cana smiled at Mira before heading off. Casually walking across town, Cana began thinking about the job. Was she expected to just corner the owner and beat it out of him? That sounded like a good idea, but definitely wouldn't work. If he had any information regarding a dark guild, he'd be much better than that. For now, Cana decided it would be best to just make her appearance and at least enjoy a drink or two at Fiore Fountain. Finally reaching the bar, Cana gave it a once over. It seemed pretty simple and nothing immediately stood out to her as far as the outside of the bar goes. Shrugging her shoulders, Cana kicked the door, causing it to swing open, stepping into the crowded bar as it closed behind her. Whew....looks like I came to the right kind of place, she grinned, walking up to the bar and taking a seat. She immediately recognized Aether and shouted over to him, "Give me the best you got and open my tab!" She'd have heard from Mira that while Fairy Tail was generally welcome, people tended to be leery when someone showed up who didn't seem comfortable there. Elfman wasn't very subtle, and Lucy despite her assets had to deal with her carry-ons in Natsu and Gray, and neither of them could help not making a scene wherever they went. When Cana arrived, he gave her a look and started to laugh when she kicked it in and started to speak. He knew Cana well enough, not too well but enough to know her on sight and having chatted with her before. He'd shake his head as he cracked his knuckles. "Ha, I'm pretty sure your tab could only be handled by the King at this point, but sure why not?" He added as he grabbed the bar and did a bit of a flip over the bar and started to look at her. "Alright, you want your usual or something special?" He asked her curiously and started to prepare everything for what she needed. At the very least he'd get her the bottle; nice thing about her was that she didn't usually need the glass all that much. So he'd be able to cut that off, not to mention she held her liquor better than most so she wasn't going to cause scenes. And even if they did, Fairy Tail always paid their debts, one way or another. "So any interesting jobs since you last came in? Are you celebrating, or is it just Tuesday again?" He joked, giving her a wink and a smile as he prepared everything for her. Well if the king is buying...then by all means just slip a few extra drinks to his tab and it will be our secret," she winked and chuckled. Besides, shouldn't a regular like me be able to earn some sort of special treatment? Don't I keep you in business hmm?" And come on now, when was the last time kicked someone's ass in here?....well besides the last time because they deserved it." For being a bar owner, Aether didn't really stand out as someone to be concerned with. Apparently that's the idea of needing to interrogate him - the least suspicious people. So what if she was doing a job. There's no reason she couldn't enjoy herself first and eventually dig at him. Like you need to ask," she laughed. Yes, just slide the bottle on down and sure..." She leaned over the counter a bit, unintentionally offering a generous view of her cleavage even though her apparel never left much to the imagination as it was. Her eyes wandered around the room, recognizing a few of the locals and the rest of the patrons appeared to be travelers passing through. "Heh...it doesn't matter what day of the week it is. With the proper people...or person, there's always a reason to celebrate. Jobs are never interesting unless you're with someone that fucks it up and causes a huge ruckus....THEN things are exciting. I've been waiting for Fiore Fountain to have a taste testing job but you're still holding out on us." "Cana, I'm more concerned you are going to drink me out of business, I've seen you drink your weight in booze," he told the woman with a chuckle as he gave her a look while working on and handing her the bottle. Though he'd take notice of her ample cleavage that was normally on display but she was making a bit more of a show of it, not that he minded - she was very beautiful and sexy as well. "I'll make you something special don't worry about that, you know me I'm always experimenting with something." He mused as Aether started to get a few bottles and some mixers to make her something while he looked back at her still enjoying the view she was giving whether it was intentional or not. Though as she sat there, she would certainly hear some drunken gossip, Fiore Fountain was a popular watering hole because drinks were cheaper than their competitors, and despite that it was never watered down. Which was strange, Cana certainly knew the cost of a good bottle, and the one she had in front of her was cheaper than what she'd get elsewhere even at the guild. Was it possible he was supplementing his funds with other means? "Taste tester huh?" He asked with a flirty tone and wink before putting a tall glass in front of her. "Give that a taste," he said, calling it the Fiore Fusion, all local stuff. She took a drink and found it to be a very dangerous drink, the kind of things she drank was all over the place but she could barely taste the liquor instead finding it a very sweet drink, not overly sweet but definitely in the candy range of sweetness. "Well, I'll let you sample that." Put you out of business by drinking my weight in booze? Are you calling me fat buddy?" Aether gave Cana a forceful finger to the chest. Though in a somewhat playful fashion, the strength of her poke was sure to be felt. Cana knew that her drinking and capability to hold her liquor was well known amongst other things. Grabbing the bottle and raising it to her lips, she took a generous sip while taking notice to Aethers wandering eyes. Typical guy...she smirked to herself. Even Cana couldn't deny her attractive appearance. What most men end up finding out the hard way though is that she was able to be rowdy and display her strength in an instant as well. Her eyes widened at his blindfold comment, a bit of alcohol spilling from her mouth as she put the bottle back onto the counter. Talking to patrons and making them feel welcomed to the bar as well as enticing them to spend money was certainly part of the job but his comment did seem to elude to other antics whether it was intentional or simply playful. Wiping her mouth clean, a smirk spread on her face. Maybe....if I was drunk?she laughed. So just like that huh? Its a shame you're hard at work, I could use a drinking buddy to enjoy thisbrushing her hair from her face, Cana didn't hesitate to take a drink. Her taste buds were immediately greeted with the sweet flavor. The drink went down smoothly too, though heavy with alcohol, there was the faintest sign of it. Mmmm...that...was really good! You must have put all the expensive stuff in there didn't you eh? If thats the case you'll definitely go out of business having to pay for expensive liquors to keep in stock because....I'm going to be asking for this all the time!she said with excitement. Of course Cana has to subtly inquire about the price of the booze since the Fiore Fountain managed to charge less then everywhere else in town. Instead of taking another sip to taste, Cana downed the rest of the glass, sliding through empty glass back towards Aether as a sign for a refill. Meanwhile her body was beginning to react to the sudden intake of high alcohol liquor. A warmth spread throughout her body while her head felt a little heavy. Hey...and that one was really sweet....where was the alcohol damnit? You better not be holding out on me are you? Or are you hiding the good stuff in the back? "So I should ask you again in about 10 minutes?" Aether charmed once more after her almost spit take from his suggestion about the job she wanted as a taste tester. He'd have his fun with her, why not he could indulge every now and again. Shouldn't he? Besides the worst she could do was say no as long as he didn't hurt her, Fairy Tail wouldn't come busting up the place. He grinned to himself and laughed. "Oh? Well I mean that was more special just for you since you wanted a challenge there Cana," he teased her further. "Do you think I'd put that much liquor into a normal drink? No, I want my patrons to live not need to be dragged out to an ambulance." He explained. "I can probably come from behind the counter, but it's not like it's my shift," he added. Cana watched as Aether repeated the drink in front of her, this time with three different liquors and a mixer going into the drink. She saw the content, it was three fours liquor, a quarter mixer with one ice cube broken up in a shaker before he put the glass in front of her. Like before, it would taste sweet but not boozy, even if she had been struck by the generation earlier. "I've been experimenting with taste and mixing drinks. This Fiore Fusion is a bit nicer than the staff wanted to call it the Fiore Fucked Up because that's what you'll be after a few of these," Aether mused. "It's meant to taste like there isn't a lot of liquor in it so people keep ordering it but it's got a punch to it once it settles. And it's not like this can be bottled." He added before coming out from behind the counter to be at her side. Cana couldn't help that she was such a lush. The hidden alcohol taste from the Fiore Fusion was quickly taking effect, even for such a heavy drinker such as herself. Of course adding in the day drinking she had already done, a normal person would have been slumped over and passed out in the corner already. A special drink just for me? I'm starting to like this place more and more," she says, as she watches Aether make a second drink for her. Unless the bottles were tampered with, they all have recognizable labels. Her focus quickly changes from the bottles to her glass as her taste buds become excited for another glass of Fiore Fusion. Her eyes light up with excitement once Aether puts the fresh drink in front of her and comes around the bar to join her. Trying to maintain her composure, Cana is slowly beginning to struggle as drunkenness begins taking over her body. "Fuck me up? No... I'll fuck them up!" *hic* clearly not catching the full understanding of what Aether told her. Taking a long drink, she quickly puts it back down and grabs a fistful of Aether's shirt, pulling him up against her chest. Getting scared? What do you mean by that? If you want to see scary... I'll show you scary," she grins, grabbing the glass with her other hand and downing it in front of him. That drink has nothing. Can you take me in the back and show me the real stuff?"she asks. "Heh, I'm sure you will Cana." Aether is taking notice of her as she hasn't realized the potency of the stronger drinks. He had seen her once polish off a large amount of regular liquor but this had been higher content than she normally chugged and with the way it tasted and the delayed effect she had worked her way through the third before getting to this state. But when she grabs him he was surprised and pulled to her chest feeling the heavy, ample breasts against his body. "I see you are a brave woman, of course you are, you are from Fairy Tail," he chuckles and then watches her take the third like a champ, though the effects were getting to her certainly. "Okay, okay I'll take you into the back, but if you start sampling too much I'll have to punish you Cana." He flirts with a wink and then puts his arm around her and helps her to the back behind the bar. Though he'd swat at her hands if she tried to take any booze on the way into the back. She'd find herself alone in the storeroom for immediate needs which had a round table and chair. "So what are you looking for here Cana?" He suggests with another door leading to what seems to be a basement and the other to the back of the tavern for deliveries.

Hmpffff," Id like to see you try and stop me...she teased, accepting his arm around her, Aether leading her to the back behind the bar. With all the commotion going on already in the bar, the two went somewhat unnoticed as they left the main area. Immediately another wave of intoxication came over her. Cana couldn't quite believe the fast effects of the alcohol Aether gave her though at the same time, her dizzying focus was throwing everything for a loop. Without his assistance, Cana would have surely struggled to walk to the back. Her liquor-greedy hands did make a couple attempts at a couple bottles within reach only to be playfully swatted away. "Ahhhh I get it....don't bother with those...you got something better," she let out a sigh of relief when they finally escaped most of the noise and entered the store room. The door closed behind them and flushed out all the noise for the most part leaving them alone. Is this it? Heeeeerrrre I thought you'd have like....five times more shelves full of booze. You aren't holding out on me are you? Plus where's your drink? A girl can't be drinking alone, Aether...come on now. The labels on the bottles were now only a jumble of letters but grabbing for the first one in sight, Cana popped it open and took a drink before stumbling back to Aether, almost falling into him, pressing onto his chest, offering him to drink from the bottle. It was then she noticed the door to the basement. Gasping with excitement, she tugged on his arm, trying to drag him towards the basement door. What a girl gotta do to go down there hmmmsmiling at him, pleading with him as she tugged his arm to go down there. Whats a girl gotta so to go down there hmmmm?

Let me go! Get your hands off me!" Akihime struggled hard as the templars dragged her from her room in the tower down to a room she immediately knew meant her doom. Fire spread over her hands quickly to try and aid her escape but that only allowed one of the templars to smash his armored fist into her head, knocking her dizzy and making it easier for them to drag her in and strap her down to a chair. "Please...please don't...I don't want to be tranquilized..." "Perhaps you should have thought of that before you decided to be a defiant little thing." Her father stated from the other side of the room. Her eyes widened before they began pouring tears. "I didn't do anything to deserve this!" She argued. "We have evidence of blood magic, child. I am very disappointed." "I haven't used blood magic! Father, please! Please don't do this!" She sobbed. "Forgive me, Akihime, but it's for your own good." "No!! No, father, don't!!" Akihime opened her eyes slowly, still sitting in the chair she had perched on what only felt like a few moments. Her eyes were as blank as her expression and she almost looked like she had spaced out or had become a statue. A branding of a chantry sun peeked from under her bangs, showing her cursed status as a mage. A fate worse than death as spoken by most. "Akihime!" Her head lifted at the sound of her name and she stood like an old ancient golem before going to find who summoned her. It was her templar guardian, and ironically her brother, Mitsunari, who stood with a face she didn't recognize. A new templar? "Yes, serah?" Even her voice sounded as dead as she looked. Mitsunari gestured to the boy beside him. "This is Yukimura. He will be watching over you now." He told her. She stood quiet for a moment, as if to process. "Why?" She asked. Mitsunari made a noise. "I'm far too busy with the Order to continue dealing with you. So he will." He told her. She had been stuck in the dark for so long, she had forgotten what the sun looked like. Everything hurt. Her bones, her joints, her skin, everything. She was hungry, she was dehydrated, and she felt like she was on fire and freezing at the same time. When was the last time she had lyrium? She didn't remember, couldn't remember. She just knew it was a very long time.

The young man stood stiffly beside Mitsunari, looking quite nervous. He brought his armored fist to his chest and nodded his head, bumbling over his greeting. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, though it was clear he was green. If he was placed within a Circle, he must be capable. Megohime groaned with pain, throat burning to be soothed by the cool Lyrium her body so desperately craved. She trembled, keeping herself tucked into the corner of the room, the weight on her back making moving a rather difficult task. She could feel the pulsing power in her back, the large crystals that were growing larger and larger by the day radiating with pure Lyrium. Large dark circles had formed permanently under her red eyes, bloodshot and tired; long raven hair falling down to her hips. Why was she being punished again? She couldn't even remember why or how long she had been there.

Korra awoke well before the guard-droids sounded the morning alarm. Laying in the dark on her filthy little cot, she hummed a familiar refrain to herself and sighed."Happy Birthday, Korra. You're 17 today.."She reached into a small gap between her thin mattress and the cot frame, and pulled out a flat, round baked good. Her fingers carefully dusted it as she brought it to her lips... and shoved the entire thing in her mouth at once! At first, the taste was exotically sweet, but the more she chewed, the more it became bitter until she was forced to spit it out onto the floor."Ugh! I thought those were a delicacy! Man! Way to go Korra, stealing a birthday treat that tastes like womp rat shit. Gross!" Perturbed, the young woman sat upright in bed. Her eyes roamed the room, taking in the details despite the dimness. She had grown accustomed to this life, this place, this room. It slept nearly 40 other women, all servants like herself, all with a debt to pay. While most of the women in the room had earned their place here through their own foolishness, there were a few (like Korra) who were innocent from such matters. Those blameless girls were all here because of a family member. For Korra, it was her parents. They had fallen on hard times and were faced with two options: sell Korra into indentured servitude to pay off their debts, or go to work in the labor camps. Knowing that they wouldn't last a week in the labor camps, and it would take close to 40 years to earn enough there to repay their debts, Korra's parents signed papers that sealed Korra's fate. Korra was taken away and her contract was sold at an auction to offworlders. This was done to limit her ability to escape and force her to become dependent on whomever her new masters would be. For months, she toiled on the slaver ship but her independent streak was strong. Every opportunity she had, she defied them. When she was finally taken from the ship and brought planetside, she thought at first that they would leave her on a barren dustworld. Instead, she found herself standing before an audience of Hutts. Her circumstances were made quite clear to her: either ask the Hutts to take over her contract or return to the ship with no guarantee of surviving the trip. Eager to be rid of the vile crew aboard the ship, Korra chose the Hutts. The room burst into uproarious laughter as she made her preference known, but she was soon taken away and fitted with a behavioral collar. Since she was both young and rebellious, she was given to the droid in charge of cleaning the household. She had been doing maidly duties ever since. They were never hard, but they did keep her busy from morning until night. But today was special. It was her 17th birthday, and even if she couldn't enjoy a treat, she could still practice her magic a bit before the day truly began. Korra focused on the pile of mush on the floor by her cot. She was sitting with her feet on either side of the discarded snack and her hands hovering over it. Her fingers wiggled as she concentrated. Slowly, little bubbles of water pulled free and rose into the air. Korra began moving her hands opposite one another. The right hand went up and roughly formed the top of a circle while the left hand went down and roughly formed the bottom. Then they switched positions. Each time her hands moved like this, the bubbles floated closer together until they finally coalesced into one large water sphere. Korra exhaled and smiled to herself once the ball was formed. She repositioned herself to lay on her back on the cot and began tossing the water ball from one hand to the other. "You're gonna get caught, you know," said a voice. "They'll think you're a Jedi and they'll take you away and kill you." Korra froze; the ball spinning above her right hand. Her eyes sought out the source of the voice. "She's right. It happened to my sister. She got mad and pushed a guard away using her mind. It was the last time I saw her. They dragged her off to who knows where and probably killed her." "Would you both shut up! You're gonna alert the guard!"Korra barked at the two unknown women, louder than she had intended. All she wanted to do was have a treat and practice her fun water magic and these two chatty cathys were ruining it! "Suit yourself. I'm just trying to protect you, child." "Yes, best keep your unusual talents to yourself. Don't want to catch the Master's interest." "But even if he doesn't kill you, he'll definitely move you out of our ward. I've heard horror stories about the other wards in the household.. maid duty is the safest ward here." "The Master has unusual tastes. The last thing you want is for him to find you interesting. He might move you to his personal harem! ICK! I could never serve a creature like him.. in that way.." "Shut up! SHUT UP! All of you shut up!" Was everyone awake? Had they all been watching her this whole time? Oh gods, had the guard seen? The water ball continued to spin in Korra's right hand as she ran scenarios through her mind, but it was still possible that no one outside the room had seen- "You There. What Are You Doing? Stop At Once!"The voice came from a droid near the door and Korra reacted. She flung the water ball at the machine in a fury of fear and anger, and watched it harmlessly splatter across the droid's body as the lights came on. "Oh no. This is gonna be bad.."Korra slumped in her cot. She would be punished for this and something told her it would be something awful.

It didn't take long for news to spread of Korra's incident, and within minutes Jabba's personal guards had arrived - towering green Gammoreans with pig-heads, who often held vibroaxes as tall as themselves. Rumor had it many of them could tear a human in two with their bare hands without breaking a sweat. They barged into the maid quarters, one snorting like a pig as they looked around. One pointed to Korra's cot, and the other approached her, towering above her, looking down on her with cold, emotionless eyes. "You, Korra... yes? Master will see you," he managed to snort out in broken Basic. Korra knew better than to resist - especially if Jabba himself wanted to see her. To defy the big boss often meant death by Rancor or Sarlacc - neither a particularly pleasant way to die it was told. Korra was led down the hall, whispers abound about what might happen to her. Many knew of her abilities; most expected her to be killed or tortured. As they moved down the hall, the whispers vanished and only the sounds of their footfalls remained. They walked for a few moments before they reached the end of the hallway. "Master," she said, bowing her head slightly. "Will see you inside." One of the guards opened the door and held it open to her, expecting her to walk in. Inside she would find Jabba's private chambers. They were gilded and rich with silks, gold, silver and jewels to show his wealth. He was being attended to by some of his harem girls and servants when Korra walked in. His feline eyes locked onto her at once as he licked his lips, his tail slapping against his dais. His fat rolls glimmered with a mixture of his saliva from his fat tongue and his own slime. In front of him was a table, loaded with succulent food...plates filled to the brim with dishes from Korra's home planet. There was a glass of wine with a pitcher full next to it. There was a chair for her to sit in and on the plate was a bag....filled with a decent amount of Spice...the most craved drug in the galaxy; to humans it acted much like a mixture of cocaine to energize oneself, a relaxant to ease pain and a hint of an aphrodisiac. Korra didn't know all those details though...she just knew Spice went for a lot and felt really good when taken. "Ah...Korra," he said, beckoning her closer. "Please...take a seat. Have some Spice, Wine and food. I hear it is your birthday. Happy Birthday to such a beautiful girl." He spoke Basic fluently as it was the language of trade but rarely used by Hutts due to their gutteral voices. For a Hutt to use Basic was normally considered in honor. He took a sip of wine from his own goblet before beckoning one of the slave girls to refill it while waiting for Korra's reaction.

Tyreen wasn't really the prisoner taking type unless said captured person could give her streams a serious power boost, she'd rather just eat whatever sap was facing maximum consequences for going against the COV, as much she appreciated the bandit buffet she had easy access to 24/7 time to time. What she was doing with her current prisoner shocked even herself; Tyreen wasn't going to stream the capture or help herself to the woman's power. Troy gave her shit for it but Tyreen told him to just point his camera somewhere else. There was plenty happening in the galaxy and he didn't need to fly around her like a mosquito all the time, so he could buzz off. Tyreen stepped into her room, where the bandits had chained Amara's hands above her head and to the ceiling, high enough to where Amara could just barely stand on her tiptoes. "Guess who!" she announced, flashing her teeth at Amara. "I know you might have a hard time finding the right answer since you're not the brightest in the universe, I mean seriously how could be this dumb to get captured! If I really dig deep, really anyone who goes against me has to have all their screws loose." Stepping forward so she was in front of Amara, Tyreen's grin was both smug and triumphant as she spoke. "It doesn't matter how fierce a tiger is, sooner or later a huntress is going to catch them." "Now I know what you're thinking," Tyreen says, as she grabs Amara by the hair and yanks her head up. "Why doesn't Tyreen just take my powers already? Why does she just keep talking?" She snorts at her own joke. "Honestly, I just want to make a point. It doesn't matter what you're capable of right now; you're no match for me, superfan." Cool as it would be to have six more arms, that's eight times I can flip someone off as once! I really want you at your best so that it hurts even more when I finish off the Crimson Raiders." Her grin becomes much more sinister after saying that. "Plus," she says, raising both hands for effect, "I'd prefer you to keep the multiple arms. You can use them to please me." She runs her palm along Amara's muscled arm. "You're just lucky I like that pretty face of yours a lot more." Lowering her palm down further, Tyreen stops it where it comes into contact with Amara's cheek. "I'm sure by now you're thinking how amazingly generous I am," she says, smiling. "How you want to devote yourself to me like the rest of my followers." The grip on Amara's hair tightens. "There's one thing you gotta know, superfan," she continues, shaping her hand into a finger pistol and pressing it against the other siren's forehead. "This kind of generosity comes with a heavy price if you won't pay with loyalty, then I'll just collect some other way." She begins to snicker and snort. "Just kidding, killing you would be a real waste after bringing you all the way here. I won't take your life, but you should know, I can make you wish you were dead." Tyreen states it rather casually, almost like she's sharing a hobby of hers.

Well, this was embarrassing at least, that's how Amara felt at first when her team was ambushed by a group of bandits. What was supposed to be a simple recon mission turned into a massive fuck fest of blood, bullets, and butts - which, on Pandora, wasn't exactly odd, except for the part where one bandit was throwing actual butts. Where did he get them? Who knew? Amara killed him rather quickly, so no one got the chance to ask. Beyond that, they were too busy falling back to care either way. Which is where the real problem began for Amara. In order for her team to escape, she had to unleash all her power at once - a feat that wasn't simple nor easy, but it did buy her team time to escape... unfortunately, the same couldn't be said about her. The Tiger was drained both mentally and physically, which made escaping impossible. She knew this was probably her last moments, so before she drifted off to sleep, she smiled and gripped her gun tightly. However, when the dark-skinned woman woke up hours later and found herself chained, she cursed and shook her head. Oh great... I didn't die after all. She said to herself as she looked around the room before she heard and watched Tyreen enter. Is it the pizza guy? Amara replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes and tugged on the chains. A huntress? Is that supposed to be you? Amara asked as she looked the other woman up and down. Actually, I was wondering what you had in your teeth. She replied before she hissed as her hair was pulled back, a hint of fire in her eyes as her tattoos sparked green. You really shouldn't let a tiger regain its strength - it might just bite your head off when it does. The professional fighter commented before she blinked a few times in confusion. Wait... What? She asked as she looked around for the cameras until she felt Tyreen's hand trace her arm. It was almost gently yet it held a certain venom underneath it as the two sirens looked at each other. When her hand moved up to cup her cheek, Amara felt herself blush a bit but kept her eyes focused as she felt a warmth between her legs. Is this some kind of henti fetish because I'm not surprised. Or is it because you just like girls with muscles? Amara asked before she grunted as her hair was pulled tighter, a mixture of pain and pleasure pulsating through her as she bit her lip. L-let me guess... You'll record all of this for your followers? It was a simple question and even though Amara didn't see any cameras, that didn't mean there weren't any there. She figured there was some kind of trap involved in all of this, she just needed to figure out what it was before she attempted to escape.