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We caution that this is our FIRST Lemon, we hope for words of how this in all entirety be viewed.

It would seem our human Doom has been biblically depicted, we would wonder whom may yet to have done such a action? Also the implications of such actions, though as for the charged one strike with an attack was purely by chance of rolling a 100D and received the most 100. Which explains why each were hit TWICE. As for another hench she was a choice of her or a Thestral female, often for supporting types we roll for gender than species but this city provides room for diversity!

[Title] Exotic Hire, a ‘Rat Pack’ and One Shocking Deal
Maretropolis – Filly Glade Apartments, Landlord Room – The moment after last time
[Doctor Doom - Perspective]

Upon our arrival in the former landlord’s apartment still trying to get use to teleportation, as for me it leaves an ozone smell in the air that momentarily lasts before the alcoholic scent starts to replace it once more. I had hoped to start right away straight to business to get away from the smell, only to now feel a slight weight lean against me from the side with inebriated female griffin Gilda. Looking towards the said aerial omnivore I couldn’t help but sigh, seeing that she was out like a light. Lifting a finger up I cast a Silence spell, to keep the other tenants from likely hearing in on this discussion.

I should have seen that my teleport would have some kind of effect on others, especially perhaps on the type of status afflicted sort. Though Lyra was acting ‘perky’ even for her, by bouncing and visibly showing a ball gag restrained smile through her costume’s mask as the physical actions she is portraying are rather ‘odd’ by my standards. “Are you alright ‘Silent Melody’?” It never hurt to ask while also carefully adjusting to hold up a well-toned griffin build that, with her current attire made it seem like a swooning biker chick.

With my free hand I simply face palmed at what I just thought out, while Lyra pops into my vision giving a shimmer of that estrus excitement rearing its head again. Nodding her head before I pointed at our griffin guest, and to the couch to make getting the point across easier for my intention. Helping me by using her more finesse levitation skill, so that no unintended harm happens to our guest. Which after the task being done, left Lyra’s energizer ‘bunny’ attitude turning lustful mare which I tried to quell down. Before that was until she leaped at me on a pivotal moment knocking us to the floor, I tried to reason with my estrus induced henchmare.

Which having utterly failed by seeing her rip off the front piece of Lyra’s mask exposing her snout and drooling lips, the scary part was her horn lit up and vaporized the ball gag she was WEARING. Leaving behind loose hanging straps on either side of her muzzle, having her full lips be licked in a seductive manner. Shooting my hand up to grab onto her ear which subdued her for a moment, the accidental tug with pressure got Lyra to let loose a mix of a pleased whinny and pain. As I rather unceremoniously kicked her off of my back prone body only to leap onto my feet with a clang, only to see her lifting her night vison goggles giving an adorable pleading look of the eyes, begging me to help her relieve the stress of estrus.

Upon receiving a no, that once adorable sad pleading look turned monstrous. A mare whom has been holding back on estrus is one scary pony to be around, She lunged at me but I was prepared this time and I won’t proudly say this but it devolved into a literal brawl in the living room, transitioning into the bedroom by her having thrown me into there to me throwing us out of there and into a better space to fight and not be confined. If my guess is correct, it will hopefully have the intended action to help my little henchmare.

But before I could even get her locked down, she used one of those tricks from that book Zecora gave her. Ended up blasting me in the face somehow having moved the easy colt chair into my backward staggering path before finally plowing into me forcing me to sit down in the chair and her to remove my mask kissing me, AGAIN! But the up side is she’s a great kisser compared to me who isn’t as well skilled It seems, though she doesn’t seem to mind and once breaking the kiss she actually giggled with her clouded eyes gazing hungrily upon my form. “Let’s have some REAL fun victor; because I know I won the tussle this time. As wouldn’t the winner get her prize~?”

Giving her a look after hearing her lustfully sang out those words, now gazing at her leg spread form sitting in my lap literally pinning me down rubbing her hips into mine with her bodysuit torn leaving her exposed in all the right spots. Even her sitting exposed in my lap on the easy colt chair, shows off that some areas she must have intentionally ripped to make having my access to her easier. I had not even a moment of registering that observation before pushing her breasts against my exposed face growling out in annoyance. “Bite me victor! Show me what those HUMAN teeth are capable of!”

My brow rose at that before without question, I bit into her right nipple that was offered to me experimentally. Causing Lyra’s shudder to escape with my canines upon her softer flesh, which strangely enough rewarded me with minty milk? Figure that logic out later, as I can hear her nails sliding along the main helmet around my head, as if hoping to slide her fingers through my hair and undress me more. Sadly for her she only saw me take off my mask to my knowledge, though there was those few odd times I was in the bathroom showering up to get the smell off. Fuck, she likely did that scrying spell on that hand mirror she had each time I went in.

A noticeable blush somehow coming through the mask she’s still wearing, her husky breath enhanced by the now gone ball gag she wore now showing her larger equine pony tongue rolling out in a soft whinny when I tugged upon her nipple. Distracting her while my each with one moving to her heated drooling pussy while the other not grabbing her tail base making her shudder out in a near stiffening motion, her eyes fluttering close when I pulled on her tail in my strong grip working to regain control. Only to hear something splatter onto the ground with another voice I couldn’t hear. “Pluck, she’s rearing to go and he’s got her by the tail with those five strange fingers?”

The whine that followed of my fingers resting on her pussy got me to chuckle a bit, soon only pushing her closer by her covered tail saying this up to her sensitive equine ears with a heated voice. “So my little henchmare, you desire something from ME?” I could see and actually feel her vibrate in my grasp in my lap, such a hungering intensity burned in her clouded eyes looking down at me. Which was rather shocking to say the least besides vigorous nodding, following up with a pleading action with her gloved three fingered hands pawing at the back of my head and down my chest, leaning in to nuzzle my exposed face as I saw how she needed this.

Still pressing her muzzle to the side of my head breathing deeply, likely taking in my scent with a throaty moan. “PLEEEASEEE! It hurts so BAD not being filled up! I need my HUMAN!” I would give her a response to that but stopped as I heard her say that, if I give in I would only make her worse from what I understand. Coming to a conclusion as I yank on her tail making her bolt up, only so I can latch onto her throat biting lightly. That action alone gave another hitched gasp with my thumb resting upon her clitoris, working it in taunting circles before zapping her with a light shock that sent a literal wave along Lyra’s coat to her tail and mane as if each hair shuddered as each follicle felt compelled to ‘wave’ like a crowded stadium.

Through my light biting upon her neck, I could have sworn I heard two separate moans which got muffled Lyra’s whinny of orgasmic pleasure, nickering as if pleading for more of my attentions. Said henchmare Lyra looking very ragged, possibly an estrus induced mess, she was already starting to recover her stamina to undergo another round of pleasure to release. Giving her tail a tug eliciting another soft moan that hitched with her voice, following with a wide smile I could barely see forming on her lips before moving my hand resting on her exposed pussy, having initially cupped it to tease her. Seeing her breath only catch soon after in her throat when my possibly colder metal gauntlet covered fingers touched her welcoming heated winking pussy.

Her pussy walls radiating with heat acted as immovable vice greedily trying to welcome my invading touch deeper with careful ease, applying enough pressure with my stroking fingers at the edge of her tight passage. Pulling back my head just far enough gives me the sight of my work upon her estrus addled body. Now though was when I inserted a finger tauntingly inside making her growl out with a mix of agitation and pleasure, maybe it is confusing to her for which to go with until I started inserting a second finger harshly making the latter her wish.

In a better setting I’d be studying this for similarities but I’ll have to settle for ‘playing’ with my henchmare, as I move my thumb on her clitoris to taunt her more so she may beg for another jolt of my electric ‘touch’. Making Lyra’s once lidded eyes snap open in a shocked moan of desire shuddering worse now caused by my index finger quickly inserting, stirring in her wild rhythm to her movements learning her ‘pace’ and so that she could be ‘trained’ if this is how it will go. “Who is a good little filly for me?” Her response was a nuzzling whinny as she looked to weakly grip my shoulders now while rubbing her exposed leaking nipples against my armored chest.

Her clouded lust hunger filled eyes somehow told me she was needed this, but relishing in this new contact as I felt her tail rise the highest it could go before gripping it causing small amounts of sparks around her horn. Attempting to pull my intruding fingers deeper inside her heated tight enveloping wet embrace desperate for another release, as I work the pace of jolting her clitoris to try and catch her off-guard or better yet to weaken any resistance to holding back from this reward. ‘I believe if her performance improves because of what I am doing now, I might be tempted to use it to motivate her incentives are nice to loyal minions.’

When I send the next jolt of my electric power into her clitoris, I took the time as I gazed upward at her face, only to see her horn igniting with sparks shining brighter. Which gave me a devious thought, angling my two fingers inside of the welcoming ‘prison’ at this time. Taking my time by her apparent disapproving animalistic grunts, delaying her next orgasm to search for her possible ‘g-spot’, to enact my plan. All of this, just to see how EFFECTIVE this all will be for my henchmare’s estrus addled state, as it seemed she’s been ‘holding back’ which can be quite bad so I may as well make this good even if I wasn’t ready for the full course.

I did find it only when she went almost completely ridged in an exaggerated moan, when I simply brushed across it with my fingers, noting it’s slightly deeper positioning before testing it with a jolt. She went silent with her mouth open, violent shudders broke out as her horn’s sparking exploded in light leaving trails of a yellow magic residue. Slumping against my armor’s frame weakly attempting to stay close. Her breath was haggard beyond understanding, as I wondered how effective my base of lightning truly was in this magical world. But a slightly more excited muffled squawk of pleasure drew my thoughts and attention, to a rather curious sight I get to experience.

But Lyra was oblivious to what I was gazing upon though I could see her eyes were clearing and becoming coherent again, she was giving a loving if happy expression, that she still kept muttering MY name. Mewling it out in happily muffled tones by being muzzle first into my neck licking my armor up to my exposed scarred face. Which at that point, her eyes became curious at what I was staring at which happened to be the couch, the sound of soft moaning with movement from the couch behind her caused Lyra’s body to shift tilting her head towards the noise I was watching. Which happened to be our now sitting Griffin Fence, who had her eyes closed still with a talon under her tank top shirt groping herself as her jacket was tossed on the couch while her pants undone seeing her other taloned hand actively fingering herself with a noticeable damp stain on the couch.

Gilda must have thought something was up when the room went silent, only to open her eyes gazing at us looking at her, which to be honest. Which was funny seeing a now flustered, if deeply blushing lovely Female Griffin whom has by all rights, one hell of a toned body that showed physical training, likely some type of military academy because I noticed not everyone is well fit. Which made things worse as she tried to make herself presentable, while Lyra much to her chagrin, teleported behind the easy colt chair I was sitting in still. “I believe the three of us will require a couple minutes, Silent Melody; do get some of the items I told you about earlier. After being made presentable, of course, while I stay to entertain our guest.” (In progress)

With a smoke filled pop Lyra vanished and once the air cleared there was still the embarrassed griffin only just not redoing her buckle and followed up by straightening the shirt with her biker jacket on her lap draped. “…So, that was rather cool?” Was what the Griffin named Gilda said, only to earn a face palm by me in response to that, before waving a hand casting a cleaning spell on my armored form to clean up the mess my henchmare made having left in a hurry due to embarrassment.

Once looking back up into Gilda’s eyes I noticed a flustered look much subdued to how others with wings tend to react around me. “Indeed, though it would have been nice if the mare wasn’t in heat, but there are advantages and disadvantages to any species.” Seeing her give an odd look before continuing onto another subject more suitable. “Moving onto other subjects would you be interested in a position under me?” It took me a moment by her blushing reaction and shifting her gaze to my lap was all it took for me to ‘correct’ what I stated in question. “Do you wish to be employed?” It was a rather simple question though her wings flittered and stayed out halfway, seems Lyra’s and my little accidental ‘show’ got her worked up too which might actually work out for me, maybe...

She looked to me than herself once more before asking a few questions as I drank them in. “What benefits would I get; like that unicorn? So how much would I get paid? There’s also the most important one of would you EVER betray my loyalty?” She gave a decent hard expression about that last one, though the other two were flirtier and straight forward before then, which shows trust issues from whatever really happened in that hamlet next door. I could tell she wouldn’t move on that subject, which being doom, I wouldn’t betray her trust if she put it in me or any dealings.

Taking a slow breath I refocused on Gilda’s eyes leaning forward to place my elbows on my knees to give her an answer I knew I could do. “I will NOT take loyalty for granted, it is how I have my current Henchmare, whom is named Silent Melody. As for payment we will arrange for it based on work and time of your effort, but as for benefits. Perhaps If things develop, as you are a rather lovely griffin to my standards, but I am a foreigner to many a land known.” Smiling more now as I lean my hood back far enough for her to see my scarred human face, that was until I picked my mask back up to put it on again. “For I am in a way, ONE of a kind.” She blinked tilting her head a bit as that beak of hers opened up. “What the fuck are you?”

Smiling at her before coyly responding in kind which might get her laughing or blushing. “Well I am a mystery for now but my name is Victor Von Doom, the ‘stallion’ you watched finger fuck a unicorn mare in heat, when you were out and woke up to sit in on the ‘show’ you clearly enjoyed.” Squawking in surprise before she started bursting out laughing with me for throwing that bit into her face, though I could only raise an interested brow in mid laugh when the Gilda in question threw this at me. “Well I am a rather open minded feather who enjoys both genders.” Which she added with a sensuous lick of her beak before winking at me, making me wonder just how things will go.

Maretropolis – The ‘Poor quarter’ Sewers, following a lead – couple hours until dawn
[Doctor Doom - Perspective]

Carefully walking on the more traversable paths, down here is not so much a challenge but following a lanky rat, whom had the ‘audacity’ to try and squeeze my undisguised Lyra who answered the door. Apparently the donkey wasn’t lying about a ‘wise stallion’ except about his species, who made an attempt to get Lyra to pay protection, I told her to after having cast a tracking spell on a couple bits thrown into a bag. Though these tunnels so far are rather nicely made, more than big enough to support a city this size which is a must.

But even without lights in some parts I saw in the dark clearly due to my mask, and thermal imagery might be iffy, but at least the rat was being predictable in this maze of a sewer. Glowering from the memory of that fucking RAT, whom had the gull to threaten what rightfully belongs to DOOM.

[At the Landlord’s Apartment]

Both Gilda and I had come to an agreement on the starting conditions of her work for me, as for also coming to this apartment building to receive either items to fence for me or jobs in which I required her for. Which when it would happen likely involve in something moderate or big, such as a bank heist or other more ‘unsavory’ deeds, which she took rather well. She isn’t as squeamish as Lyra likely will be, but hopefully it’ll- *KNOCK KNOCK* We looked towards the door as there was a tapping outside, looking to Lyra as she in a cloud of smoke changed for the first time into her undisguised form giving us a wink walking to the front door.

I looked at Gilda motioning her to stay as I moved closer to the corner leading there having a mirror in hand to see what’s going on besides hearing it. The image I saw was of Lyra’s tail tucked a bit but not out blown fear, good mare, and a lanky brown coated rat wearing what looked to be a suit. Something about the hat too that made me think he was trying to dress himself up as a mobster until he spoke. “Where’s that donkey at pony? I’ve come to collect his ‘protection’ dues, so unless he’s giving you to me to give him a day I won’t mind.” He shrugged and I saw her bristling, and he caught on quickly too it seems as her horn flared.

I gestured Gilda to give me a coin purse only to toss it into my hand, I gave her a look before casting a tracking spell on said purse and coins in it. “I have no idea whom you are, but from this day on I own this property, so you can buzz off for all I care. Besides we have protection from somepony else, so unless you want him mad you can run along. But wait I think I have some ‘change’ for you.” She spat after I sent her a message that worked rather well if you focus it on a unicorn horn, a sort of ‘magic’ instant messaging. But she stomped overlooking rather angry, until rounding the corner to meet me and hug me before smiling and taking the bag. ‘Let us hope rats are stupid when it comes to magic.’

Which the rat caught it when she threw the bag at him, shutting the door magically in his snout causing him to curse out. “Fuckin’ nose! ALWAYS THE NOSE! I’ll remember to have that mare foalnapped for the trade.” I looked at both women when that was said and noticed two different reactions, Lyra was rather concerned/scared while Gilda narrowed her eyes with a set beak. Giving both females a look before speaking up finally. "Silent Melody; stay here with Gilda and go over some of the items for her task, I have a RAT to ‘discuss’ with…” Gilda and Lyra looked ready to object until they likely saw my eyes, which might have been sparking about from my anger. “No one takes what belongs to Doom.”

Tightening my fist quite a bit more, at the thought of something taking what is MINE, but that RAT and whoever or whatever they are working for or with will be sure it’s something to remember. No one crosses doom, that will be something that any of these alien species on this planet will come to know and fear above all else when dealing with me. ‘Let us be sure they first don’t have anything of significant or moderate use first, don’t want to be wasteful now. But I don’t need corpses…’ Soon enough the sounds of others talking soon reach my ears in my musings, giving me ample time to prepare a ‘cover’ story as for my business.

Seeing him stroll up to a door with a ‘maintainance’ sign on it with a mark on the door likely shown this to be a hideout, if they were anything like rats he had heard of about nesting in large groups. There likely would be most or all of them holing up here, though first ‘impressions’ need to be made for this lot. Looking myself over once before casting a cleaning spell once more, just to be fucking sure nothing from this place got on me, I walked over as I knew my armor wasn’t subtle. Lifting my fist I knocked once upon the door hearing some muffled voices, until a view slider opened as I saw that questioning look in those rat eyes.

“What’s you want?” Looking either direction to make sure no one else was coming, I calmly as if speaking to a moron would in this case. “Why would I be down here, if not to do some kind of business that isn’t found above ground?” The slot closed just as quickly with some more muffled speaking behind the door, I should look into starting upgrading this suit and adding features, having this ‘hammer space’ that ponies do would make carrying things a lot easier when doing tasks of my nature. The door started to open, revealing a rather burly rat whom was the muscle, just beyond him was some slick looking rat in a nice suit while that lanky rat from before is now seated at a table joining in a card game.

The slick looking rate smiled toothily in what they might consider ‘suave’ before speaking up. “Nice to meet you, my name’s whiskers. We run this little nest and seeing as you’s a new customer we thought we’d like to see what you are looking for, or even show you what we got that might tickle your fancy if nothing else.” Offering a hand out that held at least two rings, likely a lieutenant if anything but let’s see how he reacts to me not shaking his paw. “I reserve shaking hands for when agreements are involved or other more special occasions, it is part of MY culture.”

After being invited in I made sure to give a brief glance noting around fifty or so rats maybe, the count could be higher or lower but let’s go along with it for now. “Let’s start off with the small stuff for now and see what you will like won’t we?” The slick rat motioned to a more ‘presenting’ table at the far end of the room as the larger rat stayed at the door, seeming to do not much else than bite into a cabbage with a raised brow at the one talking to me. “So what things are you looking for to start? Because if you say it we likely have it from no questions asked, as we all know how things are gotten don’t we fellas?”

It would be rather trivial to be told that particular bit, but I thought to start off on the basics of what I’ll eventually need in mass quantities. “What kinds of metals do you have that’s good for air travel, crystals for varied uses to gold, and more vessel worthy materials?” My answer was gotten rather quickly by another rat who piled several materials on the ‘presenting’ table in front of me, looking it over I found it odd that my mask would list off the materials by name, ‘sky iron’ made for a strange concept but okay, ‘blank’ crystals more of the basics that could be turned into the start of an electrical system.

Though if I wish to be smart about this, I could build something that could assist my advancements as this world’s introduction to my Doom Bots, careful programming and design so they will only serve me and not go crazy and try to replace me. Doubles will have bombs inside just to make sure nothing funny happens, but it seems that Slick type of rat has a glint seeing my thinking pose. “How much of these materials do you rats have?” He outright smack’s another rat who looks bookish and gets a parchment looking it over before pointing what’s on the table only to get a nod in return as he hands the pages to me, by the gods these buggers are outright hoarders if anything else by flipping through them. “Let us get to the pricing of these after you finish showing me some of your high value items.”

At that point I swear I could see the image of gold BITS form in his eyes and some cash register noise from where I won’t question it, which he instantly earned a big grin on his face saying this. “Well we rats got our maps, networks and other hide a ways, you got hot merch and we can move it somewhere you say back into your paws. Need some muscle and we’ll squeeze them to give or make them disappear, heck we even have a line for cross sea sentient selling trade, or slaves for short if you like that phrasing better. A portion of them lately have been going to the Griffin territories, some of them have quite the ‘palate’ if you get my drift, but others go to spots like Saddle Arabia or farther still to the dragon isles but anywhere there’s a market we’ve sent them.” Rubbing his paws together as I was rather glad to have a metal mask, wearing on my face so the game wouldn’t be given up.

He smiled a bit more before saying this. “You know the boat’s coming in a couple days so you have time to do some choosin’ if you are of the right persuasions, nothing like plowing one of those ponies in heat when it’s their time of the spring to fall seasons.” He looked to be gesturing me to follow him as I place the papers down on the table, humoring him for now as so far depending on their condition might just settle my own internal struggles, if they willingly went into it as surfs that is fine. The forced no so much ‘desired’ in my book, but taking over a country always has its faults needing to be fixed, perhaps my future will be rather interesting.

We had wandered down a hall leading to five pits, with bars over them and chains connecting to the ceiling. Looking at their condition showed me how hospitable their environment is, plenty of them backed away and some outright broken and protected by the others. The day I condone barbarism treatment of this level is when I have likely lost my own honor if it’s in my territory, though I may have a few if not more ulterior motives than just freeing them. Though a rather strange taller white coated mare with a pink mane and tail caught my eye as she LOOKED at me, passionately glittering at me as her gaze never left my body as I strolled around looking at the others. There were a couple baby ‘dragons’ I think they were referred to as, though clearly muzzled to keep from making fires perhaps, though there were more than a few non-ponies here too.

But there was that tingle that brought my gaze back to the white and pink mare whom was looking at me with a sort of happy familiarity, that threw me off as I don’t know why. “Tell me about that one pony.” I pointed to the one gazing upon me, her clothes were torn but her cutie mark as her hips show a French fleur di Lis like on some flags or those spikes on metal fences for the fancied living. The Slick rat peered his head over the hole to the one I gestured at, giving a scrunched look before giving a lewd smile once more.

“That there would be one of those rare and mysterious Sirens, they do stand out from those normal unicorn type ponies but they look similar if not the same to each other, though this one was weird because she came down here a couple days ago and asked to be put into the pit with the others.” He scratched his head before shrugging, offering to lead me on saying this with a cheer. “If you are interested in her, we’ll take high payment to get her off our paws, come let’s go to the Big Meeting room as we could display some of them up for you.”

As I followed the rat out, I barely heard her speak but it was rather hard to tell. ‘What does ‘Mon amour, please be safe!’ mean? It sounded French, was sadly all I knew besides the latter half I could understand.‘ We will figure it out later, for now we have a SHOCKING deal for all of them. But let’s make sure this rat calls everyone else in to ‘join in’ on it, also to lock the doors before the fun starts, I give the leading rat a smile, one that may just be close to what my crazy cousin would likely have given me.

Maretropolis – Rat Den, ‘Big Meeting’ Room – Dawn
[Doctor Doom - Perspective]

‘Whiskers’ from taking over his mind, provided to be a rather skilled and sociable ‘character’ among his friendly rats, not boss material but was able to gather most of them together as the others were busy out of town or on that boat. When the room had filled I had him bar the doors secretly, before moving back into view on the lowest platform where my body was sitting comfortably. Though now it was time to stop playing around, the room was fairly circular set with the focus to be one who was in the middle like I was at this time.

They seemed rather confused as to what was going on and even when ‘whiskers’ rejoined my body on the stage, ending the control he staggered blearily before turning to face me as I latched a hand onto his muzzle. My eyes were crackling white as I had cast a lock and magnetism on the four doors into this room, they knew I casted magic by the glow of my hands and looked ready to jump before I began speaking. “Greetings you vermin; on the genetic pool of life. I have indeed come down here in regards to making a rather large deal, the biggest ones of your lives in fact, for I had only learned of your mere existence when one of your own ‘threatened’ a property I secretly owned. I have a simple question, what happens to those whom threaten what belongs to me?”

The sensation of lightning coursing through my arm into Mr. Whiskers was rather enjoyable, seeing his expression turn from panic to fear then soon enough to possibly his luck unconsciousness. Because I continued pouring juice into the body which started to make a cooking smell starting from the point I was holding onto, lifting his body higher off the ground as it literally squirmed in my grasp. I couldn’t detect a heartbeat in the now slowly cooking rat on lightning ‘starter’, they knew what I was doing even as his suit started to catch alight before I dropped him onto the ground unceremoniously like a rotten sack of potatoes.

When he had hit the floor that was when hell started to break loose with many of them drawing out metallic weapons, others looking to assist them as well. Their snarling, howling faces of anger washed over my form. Pointing at them with an open fingered palm with having electric charge building up on my arm, gazing at them speaking these words. “Chain Lightning lance.” Slamming my fingers together pointing said hand at the closest rat causing a thunderous CRACK sound out, I should find the situation ridiculous but when you see one fully powered attack like what I just unleashed, ripping a literal HOLE through every rat in the room twice over.

I was at a loss for words almost, looking down at my former guide, seeing his charred expression while looking at the other rats, where they merely bore a hole the size of a bowling ball through them. They each were hit twice, I am honestly not sure by what stroke of deity felt MAYBE having guided that strike only for it to return a quarter strong than it left reverberating back into my body, leaving me not truly winded. With a grunt I look at the mass murder of most a clan, of opportunistic rats I have seen. Not sure how if all of their race was like this so I may as well start piling the bodies, than get to those slave pits.

Maretropolis – Rat Den, Slave Pits – Late Morning
[Fleur De Lis - Perspective]

This was the MOMENT! I have waited for so long, but my ‘Heart’ he was revealed to me by the ‘pull’ that I felt down to my very soul. Knew he would come here, I didn’t know when but I felt it to be true, he is so lonely and hurt inside, I SAW him when we made eye contact. All that he was and all that he is in those short minute of staring I KNEW him better than he did himself, by the sea, he is a true storm whom swells and rages the waves with power radiating the force from untamed skies.

But it was strange, I could feel the ‘pull’ but he did not react the same, he was confused wondering why while I learned a sad truth. He couldn’t feel my ‘pull’ because he CANNOT, while time to understand for a siren would be nothing, but to my ‘heart’ he will simply get to hopefully enjoy learning all of me. For he is new and fumbling in this world that he fears would shun him at best or kill and dissect him at worse! That will NOT happen for I will do all that I must to bring him joy, as a ‘man’ may find my methods of advance most worthy for a mare of my grace.

I knew what his plans were for these dishonorable pack, the moment I locked eyes with him I knew he was contemplating a full out attack to scatter them to the winds or if he successes to destroy most of them in one room. I hope mon amour is successful, though he may be tired when he comes. As his mare to be, I will do all that I can to make his burdens less. For true love from a siren is nothing to be balked at for dedication, it was why I was chosen in the first place to welcome him. For his character and soul are ideal to us, his image in our ballads and ancient submerged halls shown depictions of him long ago facing the accursed bearded Unicorn whom sundered my species once beautiful city at the bottom of the sea.

Banishing our three ladies whom done battle against others and had driven away the Chao Spirit, but at the price of being weakened in fighting that one whom stole from us knowledge now lost. But the sound of a single set of ‘feet’ approaching told me it was HIM, mon amour is coming to free me and the others! When he entered, he must have been surprised to see me smile at him giving a respectable curtsy that I knew would flatter his pride. A healthy confident ‘man’ is a loving passionate ‘man’ whom values honor and loyalty, oh the things I hope to share with him!

The cage door opens and I am the first to approach him with a loving warm smile, the others likely wouldn’t understand, but all I care for was to be with my ‘man’ from here on. Please may mon amour not refuse me, for it would be wondrous to be kept close even serving him. For he is my heart, and my specie’s future, as was foretold long ago of the one whom would be the Storm God as I was told to be she who finds him and return to unseat the pretender. "Mon Amour, my name is Fleur De Lis. May I join under you in solely your service with utter joy?" He is so cute when he looks flustered, leaning in I smile gracefully giving his masked lips the most sweetest of kisses I could muster before nuzzling his stilled form with joy!

Oh yes, I should help free the others too as he would be a good first sign of my ability as a favorable mare, for one whom is dark and joyous of what he embraces. I even giggle at his response too, for how adorable he is! "...Um, sure you can though we'll talk later at a better timing.." Lifting open the other cage doors with my magic I smile lovingly at him as he looked to be contemplating my intentions, it might be true that I sought him out, but in the end it is all for love and his wishes first. 'He might be surprised if overly cautious as unlike many a stallion whom would have thrown themselves at me, I will bring out your love for me in time mon amour! OH! I wonder how my friend Fancy Pants is fairing?'