Avarice and Crescent were both laying in a huge lavish bed, snuggling the shivering form of their lover Missy. She’d stopped crying and fallen asleep a while ago, but they didn’t have the heart to leave her, and their other lovers agreed she needed affection right now, especially considering what she’d been stabbed with.

Leon lost his knife in a parkour technique to get around a blockade of loaders keeping him from a door, and the claptraps who analyzed it found it was a mix of high-carbon steel and orichalcum. All the sharpness and anti-magic of oricalcum with the durability of steel. Lovely. Fuckers were getting more creative with the damn alloy.

Missy whimpered in her sleep, and Avarice held her closer to his chest. “Hush little one. We are here. Let the nightmares not take thee.” He kissed her brow and she seemed to calm down a little, so Avarice took the chance to look up at his literal other half in concern. “How are we going to keep our mates safe if that fuck Leon and his ilk can still pop in and stab people in the back like it’s nothing?”

“Constant vigilance? Av, I’m as clueless as you are. We already have a robot army, which has been freed up recently from the land campaign against Bullgaria finally over with, but they’ll be needed there to help the minotaurs maintain order during the transition, maybe even rebuild if they shift programming to FIX Loaders for the construction. What we need is some sort of ‘area denial’ for folks like Leon who can warp around.” Crescent mused, getting Avarice to heavily consider the idea until Missy moaned and got their attention.

“Ugh...what hit me?” Mistress asked as her form was completely reverted to her native humanoid shifter form with her blond hair and slitted eyes. Blinking she looked up seeing Avarice and Crescent snuggling with her. Clutching her head in pain when the memories returned she tried to bury her face in Avarice.

After a few moments the pain finally subsided enough that she could think again. Deciding against magic for right now she check with Jeff. How are you Jeff?

Doing better now, still some pain. We should speak with Avarice and Crescent about what happened and see what we can come up with. They were talking about a null area while you slept Jeff quickly responded, he had been awake for a while but chose not to tell Avarice as he only wanted to hold his Mistress.

“One of our enemies by name of Leon S. Kennedy. Since the day he appeared, he’s obviously been out to end us or otherwise hinder us. He used a bowie knife made of an orichalcum/steel alloy. Orichalcum, in this world, is known as the God-Slaying Metal, and has been used extensively by our enemies; Die Leucht. It’s basically the ultimate anti-magic material. Anything and everything magical it comes in contact with simply ceases to be.” Crescent informed, as Avarice nuzzled her.

“Well that explains alot, I wish I knew how it defined magic. I was taught that everything is magic, literally everything, from reading a book to throwing a punch.” Mistress sat up propping herself against the headboard.

“Well in that case, I hope and pray none of the stuff makes it into your world, it’d probably just eat a hole to the core of the world and implode it then. It considers any and all active energy to be magic. It stops electricity too. Hell, if I could test it on radiation, I might even use it to accelerate my world’s recovery.” Avarice informed, Crescent running his claw through her hair.

“Well there must be a limit or else molecules would cease to be and it simply existing would cause explosions.” Missy stated, and the two great beings looked at each other, and sighed.

“Technically, it does, but in reverse; it implodes. That shock you felt? That was the sudden loss of magic. It’s simply there, and gone the next. It’s like the orichalcum consumes magic. Tests performed at our labs on Maui show that when it comes in contact with active magic, the alloy actually becomes denser.” They instated, but Missy shook her head.

“What I am referring to is you said that the blade was made of a steel compound correct?”

“Not really. Orichalcum itself is an alloy of unknown make. We can’t figure out what it’s made of, no tests are conclusive. What you were hit with was an alloy mixed with another alloy. The fact that they could do this is just rage inducing.” Avarice seethed, his love of the Craft rising up in protest of mixing alloys so casually.

“Ok but you said steel was used with it, just as an example, if the material could stop electricity completely then the bonds that make up the blade would break as the molecules fall apart. Good day it gets hot and turns to dust, bad day fire or explosions. Not arguing that it has some nasty field just that there is a limit. If you can find that limit you might find a way around it.”

“We did find A limit, you won’t like it though.” They warned, their faces grim.

“Try me.”

“Souls.”

“... That is incredibly unhelpful, I’m not familiar with any weapons made of souls.” Mistress tapped her chin thoughtfully. She knew of souls, with some help she even had an idea what was going on with hers, but a soul blade?

“Trust us Missy, stay around us or Dox long enough; you find out that souls are very tangible and terrifying things. Dox explained in a Hyperion report that he once trapped a griffon’s soul in an orichalcum dagger, and it shattered shortly after, unable to handle the threshold of his soul since it was trying to consume it, yet couldn’t.” They grimly stated, getting Missy to sigh and rub her temple.

“Still doesn’t do much for our current situation. I’d love a sample to take with me so I can study it further.” Mistress asked as her form rippling as she shifted casually from one form to the next, stretching so to speak, so the hunk sandwich moved away to give her room to do so.

“Well, if you do, considering how your world works, it might just start growing on it’s own, consuming everything. I’d say to let sleeping dogs lie.” Avarice warned.

“I repeat; if what I was taught held true Jeff and I would be dead and dust. So it must not consider certain things magic.”

“But what if the rules change per universe? For instance; you may be able to change all you want here as you do back home, but do you feel any magic strain in comparison? Is it more or less? Do you feel a difference in the air, the feel of the magic?” Crescent prodded seriously, this was orichalcum they were talking about, not some benign alloy.

“Different yes but the channeling feels the same. “

“Then there’s too many similarities for me to let you risk it. It could suddenly start growing, and eat it’s way to the center of your world, maybe even for a black hole if it gets dense enough.” Avarice stated in concern.

“I could always drop it back in the void if that happened. Whether you let me or not I plan on getting my hands on some.” Mistress said with a determined look on her face.

Avarice and Crescent sighed. They knew when they would get nowhere with a mate, and this was one of those times. “Okay. If we get our hands on anything new you can have some of it for testing. Speaking of which, what did you happen to discover before Leon decided to play Spy and backstabbed you?”

“Well to start with, I sent Sonata a list of Die Leucht members however it sounds like Leon has killed them all. That was not before I got a very juicy bit of information. They have a base in Trottingham, and it is led by a character known as ‘The Gray Stallion’.” She listed off the information as she glomped Avarice for agreeing to share a sample.

Avarice and Crescent both went rigid though, hard as rocks, which she appreciated, considering she liked muscles, but it was more a sign of shock, and if what she saw in Avarice’s face was; pure, unadulterated hate, anger, and bloodlust. “Where.” It wasn’t a question, even though he was gently rubbing her shoulders to try and calm himself down.

“To the Southwest, in the Whitetail Woods. If the geography is the same, I only caught a glimpse before her thoughts shifted.” Avarice and Crescent suddenly jumped out of the bed, Mistress quickly sitting up and getting on her hands and knees as they paced.

“It has been centuries since I read your story, but is that where they kidnapped you?” Mistress asked reading the behavior trying to find out what was wrong.

“No, that fuck snatched me up by holding a hostage in a dive bar in Trottingham. Should’ve done it. Should’ve killed him. Fuck, but the hostage….” Avarice sighed as he buried his face in his hands and Crescent pat his shoulder.

“They would have done it Avarice. You saved that mare’s life.” Crescent reminded, and Avarice sighed again before he nodded. “We fly for Whitetail Wood. They will all die before week’s end.” They then looked to Mistress. “I know it’s so soon after a traumatic experience, but do you feel like getting some justice?”

Mistress smiled a big and wide smile, shifting to make it larger with serrated teeth like Avarice and Crescent’s own shark teeth, but smaller, better for shredding. “Oh trust me I am beyond justice, I am ready for a proper massacre, they almost killed Jeff, I am fucking pissed.”

[I love you too my Mistress,} Jeff thought to Mistress before adding aloud, “They hurt Mistress. Jeff will eat hearts, eat testicals, eat overies, Jeff eat them all.”

“Then let’s go. We have fuckers to slay and prey. Quite literally.” All of their mouths glistened, their teeth sharp. The prey poked the predators, and now they were going to pay the price.

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“I can hear their thoughts this way.” Mistress pointed a armored and clawed finger in the direction of the thoughts. She had shifted to have Jeff armoring her body and able to move her to dodge if needed, she was also in her base humanoid form. They were already well into the woods beyond where any civilization like to travel, however it was still close enough that they wouldn’t need to camp. But then it just kept going...how...how far out are they? And the thoughts are getting louder, but I don’t see any smoke from fires, or anything but trees and more trees.

“Then we must be getting close by now. Stay alert. For all I know, they’ve probably made orichalcum ammo for their shotguns too.” Crescent warned, Avarice was too furious to speak without shouting right now, so he just kept his eyes firmly ahead.

“If you don’t mind I’m going to read your surface thoughts, having the extra perspective in battle could be key, and I don’t know if the orichalcum will negate my mind reading powers if they are armored.” Mistress stated feeling tense, the thoughts were very close, however even with enhanced vision and Jeff looking out she couldn’t make out any location.

‘Sure, whatever. Just don’t dig too deep, fantasizing.’ Avarice warned in his mind as he opened up a bit to Mistress, but images of ripping apart a gray unicorn stallion with his bare claws still flashed across the connection. ‘Sorry, trying to keep my sexy thoughts suppressed.’

“Ah you are so much fun.” She sighed amused by his thoughts.

‘If you think that’s fun~.’ Flashing images of ripping out his ribs one at a time as he laughed came over the connection, and then was followed with him rubbing the stallion’s blood all over his body.

“Yes, yes that is fun, but focus. Something is wrong, for one I can hear the thoughts, but they are… I guess muffled is the best word for it. I feel almost as if we… are….” Mistress looked under her feet. Her eyes wide with understanding. “They have an underground base.”

All of the thoughts made sense in that concept, artificial lighting, the strange devices. These creatures were very sick, twisted monsters. One mind rang out stronger than the rest, a mind screaming in agony, resignation, and despair. Wishing for it to end. Crying out a name she was beyond familiar with. Begging for someone to save her. “Avarice, I think-.”

Avarice suddenly tackled Mistress aside, and a huge spear with a disconcerting green head plunged through his shoulder. “Shit! Ambush!” Avarice shouted as he easily ripped the weapon out of his shoulder, the wound gushing blood a few moments before closing back up, seeming like it didn’t want to heal right away. Or rather couldn’t.

Mistress reacted quickly using Jeff’s eyes on her back she launched a bone spear tendril into the eye of the nearest target below, which had just uncloaked from the tree-line high illusion spell that was rapidly deteriorating once the magic-eating metal had gone through it, revealing the huge area of forest under them was actually a giant clearing, practically FILLED with fully armed and armored enemies.

“Buck you…” Mistress whined. “Why are there always so many?” Dodging another spear, she ripped it out of the air before turning it on charging minotaur as she dropped to the grass while Avarice and Crescent roared, turning into verdugo before dropping into the field too. As the minotaur charged she forced the spear’s butt into ground letting him impale himself, but still had to dodge as the bull-headed idiot tried to smash her with his black hematite warhammer before he collapsed.

{Mistress there are more than we thought, I’m calling LT. CMD. Sparkle.] Jeff stated channeling his will into the golden medallion. {</span><span class="c3">Sparkle, Mistress and I are in need of help, we are under extreme fire, hundreds of enemies.}

{Roger will be there in a moment with back up, toss the Medallion somewhere for me,} a voice replied from the token. Jeff tossed the medallion straight up in the air. It started to ark with electricity sparking with purple lights. Nine gray stones with red symbols appeared in the air just above the medallion, more stones spun out forming a perfect ring. Arrows tipped in orichalcum began flying towards the ring, only for Mistress to deflect them with flesh whips.

This drew the attention of more soldiers, Griffons took flight diving at the portal, forcing Mistress to divert them, launching bone spears at them, some were winged falling to the ground as others continued forward.

Red runes spun around the stones before locking in place, then a blue poof shot out, engulfing a squad of griffons flying at it, stabilizing into a blue wavy portal, the griffons no where to be seen. Soon a large tube shaped ship came flying out of the portal. It remained high above as the portal winked out of existence. The medallion fell into Mistress’s grasp as she dodged another attack.

One of the Verdugo screeched as it ripped through several earth pony soldiers, viscerally slicing them open, biting chunks out, while the other took more time, specifically, to rip his victims in half from the shoulder down, hissing and shrieking in glee even as blades sunk into his chitin.

Mistress sidestepped the hammer of another Minotaur, pushing on it slightly so it crushed a pony. Jeff winced in pain as he was nicked by a blade. Reddish gray ooze seeped from the wound. A spear almost pierced her shoulder, forcing her to shift a hole for it to pass through, then sealing around the wooden shaft she ripped the weapon from her foe.

Then the gunfire started, and not LT. CMD. Sparkle’s advanced kind.

A flechette shot ripped into one of Mistress’s tendrils sending it falling to the ground, a almost necrotic effect began crawling down the tendril before Mistress cut the appendage off. “Now they shoot it from GUNS?! Mother fuckers!”

“CHEAP! ASSHATS!” Mistress heard Avarice scream elsewhere. “I’M TAKING ALL OF THOSE GUNS! I MADE THEM DAMN IT!”

Shots rang out as a few of the shotgun wielders dropped, large holes in their heads where sniper fire had taken them. High above the battlefield the puddle jumper flew in an erratic pattern as an alicorn in a high tech suit of N7 like armor held a sniper rifle while braced on the open back deck. Shots of highly accelerated sand grain-sized material was shot at targets around the two shifters, ripping through the ponies like their armor wasn’t even there.

{I love that mare.} Mistress thought as she dodged a set of talons wearing orichalcum clawed gauntlets. The distraction cost her, letting the griffon rip into her arm. Screaming in pain she bit into his throat, ripping it out and swallowing, She discarded her now useless limb by simply cutting it off as it crumbled into dust and sprouted a new one. She’d burn through all the mass she gained from the yeti at this rate!

{Mistress keep focus, more targets converging on your location,} Sparkle sent thru her token as she changed to her SMG’s shooting at a group of griffons flying towards her ship, but they fired their blade-filled shotguns and the stuff stabbed clean into the advanced alloy like it was a cheap metal. {It would’ve been nice to know they use anti-armor rounds first though!}

“GET DOWN YOU LITTLE SHIT!” A Griffon that had taken off suddenly found a long bladed tail launch up and stab through it, getting a squawk. “GET OVER HERE!” It was yanked back down into the melee, and Mistress had to wonder just how truly pissed Avarice was to just completely go berserk, his thoughts that she could hear were nothing but an endless spiel of curse words, graphic visuals of how to ‘paint’ his next masterpiece, and how fast or slow he should make it even in such a wild and deadly melee.

More shots fired and Mistress lost more tendrils. {That’s it, Jeff; start collecting knuckle bones.} Mistress ordered her partner as she rolled along the battlefield drawing up bodies around her to consume. Jeff began biting off minotaur hands passing the small bones to Mistress after he shaped them to pointed bullets.

Dodging another warhammer Mistress hollowed out the bones in her arms and rifled them, before absorbing her hands into her body, leaving only gun barrel-like twin bones protruding slightly from the stumps. She began launching high velocity bones into the guards. Their numbers were slowly beginning to noticeably drop.

A few fucking lucky shots from the orichalcum ammo hit the engines for the puddle jumper causing it to start to spin out of control, before it was enveloped in a magenta glow, {Mistress going down, dropping us next to you.}

{Keep your range, I don’t know what these things will do to your shields!} Mistress responded narrowly avoiding a spear to the face.

A pained roar echoed over the din of battle, and a huge swathe of black flame overtook a whole section of the field. ‘Shit! Crescent’s down! He’s back in me but I can’t split in a fight this pitched!’ A shockingly enormous amount of blood suddenly rose from the corpses of the battlefield, and shot everywhere in spikes, forcing Mistress to dodge and Lt. Cmdr. Sparkle to strain in lifting her small ship back up, one of the hardened blood spikes digging into the bottom of the Puddle Jumper. ‘Fucking Vampire?! Really?! Gray is a damned vamp! And I don’t mean one of them sparkly shitty motherfuckers, I mean a legit-!’ A blade of blood suddenly rose above the heads of most and shot a short distance down the field before turning back to liquid. ‘HELLSING ALUCARD LEVEL OF BULLSHIT!’

The claim was reinforced when the most intact corpses started getting up! Asshole! He waited for enough of his guys to die to pull this off!

“CHARGE!” came a battle cry as from the puddle jumper came a human. In his had a beam saber, being used to carve thru the dead flesh. Shots came from Twilight’s SMGs ripping into the flesh of the ghouls. However it wasn’t enough to stop them, the bodies kept coming, an undead swarm of flesh and bone. Because the blood was something else. It seemed to take every path out of the body it could, running in disturbing rivers towards the sound of the epic fight going on elsewhere.

“Damn it! We’re helping the bad guy!” Nuada yelled across the field he cut a ghoul, cleaving it from shoulder across its chest. It’s still attached arm clawing its way to kill.

“If we don’t, we Die, destroy the brains!” Mistress ordered. Hoping that Avarice would survive this, unable to do anything else for him. The group of Displaced continued to fight for their lives, the rest of the living soldiers dying quickly enough as the unseen battle between Gray and Avarice spouted blood and fire everywhere.

However, suddenly, the last of the Die Leucht soldiers and ghouls fell all at once, and Mistress was panting as she looked around for a sight she thought would be a good one, but instead got horror at sight she dreaded, the sound of Avarice’s mental voice was gone too. “AVARICE!” She ran to him, tears in her eyes as she neared him. He was in his preferred mutant alicorn form, pinned by several large orichalcum blades to the grass through his chest and abdomen, his purple Plaga blood rapidly spilling out, but it was already too late.

His face was frozen in a vicious sneer of victory, and in a tense left arm raised above him was the decapitated head of who she identified as The Gray Stallion clutched by the mane in his claw dripping Dox’s rainbow blood, the body barely a foot away from Avarice’s. “No! NO! No-ho-ho-ho~!” Mistress screamed as she leaned onto his chest, weeping onto him.

As a headless gray corpse got up….

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Everything was dark. There was nothing in all directions. Silence. Sightless. Touchless. Tasteless. Scentless. He just was. ‘Is this death? Huh...expected more.’ Avarice thought to himself.

{No kidding. Shit. Done in by a cheap bastard throwing vampiric necromancy powers and bodies at us.}

“You wish.” Without preamble, the set of leather clothing known as Vaga was standing...floating? There wasn’t anything here…. “Sorry kid, can’t let you do that.” Blinding light began flooding everything, searing all sensation. Everything was pain, everything was wrong. “Y’see, I, and by extension; you, are a special class of Void Dweller; the Ascended that, plainly, isn’t allowed to die. Why do you think I’m going to all the trouble to replace myself with you?”

Avarice couldn’t think, or speak. Everything was white. Everything was true. Everything, was Life. “So sorry, but that peaceful Dark? Not for you anymore. Get used to the burning pain of the Light.”

Avarice came to, standing in the middle of a field of corpses, blood, guts, and death. But he also never felt more alive. And he felt sick. He vomited as he fell to his hands and knees. Feeling disgusted, like he was unnatural, an abomination. ‘I should be dead! I...I….’ He was distracted from his horrific loss of his sense of existence by someone grabbing his head and hugging it to their bosom.

“Avarice! I thought you were dead! Then Gray’s body got up and you just, exploded from it, spraying blood everywhere!” He was stunned by her explanation, and she pulled his head up to kiss him, blood or not.

Off to the side, a slightly disturbed Lt. Cmdr. Sparkle looked on, while Nuada was vomiting his guts out away from his alicorn friend, all the carnage too much too soon. “Well...this was certainly a venture that needed my help. Nuada, head back on into the Puddle Jumper and...do what you’re doing.”

“Ugh, sure….” Nuada said crawling to the downed ship.

“Thanks Sparkle, you saved our hides, there is more below. Will you and Nuada keep watch up here?” Mistress asked, a new sense of rage filling her. She was pissed that they had killed her Avarice. And while he may apparently be truly immortal, the fact he was shaking was a sign that it was extremely traumatizing.

“Missy...am I here?” More confirmation of his trauma as she took a claw and gave it a squeeze, and a few tears fell from his eyes. “I’m alive? Then that peaceful place...I can’t go to it? Yeah, cool, okay, fine, okay! Fine! OKAY!” He suddenly bolted to his hooves, absolute fury lining his features as information he didn’t have before flew through his mind courtesy of the asshole who killed him. “Entrance is this way. Token force of soldiers, scientists and...midwives….” He growled the last one so harshly Mistress thought a tiger might burst from his chest as he dashed northwest of the clearing, Missy following close behind.

“Yes Avarice, you are here. Now then, there is somepony in pain down there. One last hurrah.” Mistress nodded ripping a patch of sod off a trap door, which Avarice promptly jabbed his claws into and ripped open, lock be damned, hinges too, and tossed it aside before jumping down the admittedly massive hatch that led straight down, and she followed after.

What came next was a slaughter, plain and simple. Avarice destroyed every piece of furniture, equipment, anything, and absorbed his victims quickly, Mistress following suit, wanting to replace the mass she lost to the fighting above, both leaving no blood or bodies, the blood unusually compliant as it practically flew down their mouths rather than spatter everywhere.

It was only after razing most of the underground base even further underground that they finally came to a source of disgusting stenches. The thick iron-reinforced wood double-doors couldn’t hide the rank of death, sour milk, and female semen along with the sharp scent of afterbirth. Inside, they heard nothing but moaning, crying, and whimpering, along with heavy thuds, squelches, and several of them were against the door. “Please...please let me out!”

“...Sharp.” Avarice breathed, and pounded on the door. “Sharp! Back up!”

“Th-that gritty voice! Avarice! Please, no! Don’t! Don’t look at me!” Avarice didn’t listen, her hysteria brought on by disbelief and fear as he backed up, and roared, tearing through the door with his claws like an old wood chipper. When he broke through the locks and he burst in with Missy right behind him, they froze at the horrible sight. “N-no...please...don’t look at me!”

The Die Leucht, the fuckers had caught her, and turned her into this...this, thing. This mass of boobs and tentacles that was almost nothing but womb behind the boobs, a massive gaping vagina at her rear being the obvious point of delivery, as her multitude of black leathery tentacles tried to drag herself into the corner of her pen, for that’s what this room was, and covering her original set of formerly small breasts in shame. “Don’t look….”

“Sharp...Sharp, look at me.” Avarice grew taller as she was 20 feet and filled most of the small chamber, and he stopped when he was eye-level with her, and approached.

“Stay back!” She screamed, whipping a tentacle at him that he let strike, but didn’t even flinch as he approached, and she whimpered, backed against the corner. “J-just kill me quickly, please...spare me….” She closed her eyes, resigned to her justice, when she felt him wrap his big, strong arms around her humanoid torso, and kiss her lips, getting her blank white glowing eyes to flash open in surprise, especially when he darted his tongue in, and she whimpered, moving into him, pressing all eight of her breasts into his body from chest to hoof, her fear soon melting into relief, and her concern turning to joy as she started returning his passion, until they broke away, tears running down her muzzle. “W-why? Y-you should hate me! I tortured you for months! I scarred you! I raped you!”

“That’s all in the past. And you know what else you did?” He soothingly ran his claws up and down her back. “You also gave me something to wake up for, to not just off myself for. I...looked forward to our...interactions more than anything really.”

“I-I thought it was just Stockhorse Syndrome...y-you mean you…?” Sharp Snap asked hopefully, as the monsters that mutated and perverted her body, and her foals into super soldiers had stripped her of everything, her name even. Was he offering her a way out?

“Shut up and trust this.” Avarice kissed her, and her eyes shined bright red, and her body slowly relaxed, until it stopped moving, and Avarice’s body began glowing red, too making him gasp as he broke away.

His voice spoke but it wasn’t his, instead it was a velvety and sexy woman’s voice. “Avarice? What...I’m...free!” The light encompassed him, and he morphed in a way that captivated Mistress.

First was the clear shift from masculine, to feminine. His hips jutted out womanly, his rear bulked up in a delicious rounded manner that shredded his magic red pants, which for once didn’t simply regenerate, his waist thinned and his burly upper body slimmed as the mass moved to his chest to hang in delicious K-cup orbs bigger than HER head as the new mare sighed, her hair mostly untouched as she turned to look at Mistress, a coy smile on her beautiful features.

“Your thoughts… what did you do Avarice?” Mistress asked, a slight blush on her face.

“I freed Sharp Snap of her prison of a body. She’s in here now.” Avarice...or would Ava fit better for a mare? She gestured to her heart, her aura going from the pure anger he’d had for days to being that of content, love, and acceptance of who they were.

(Woo! Sexy~! I want to see how much she’ll squeal with a bit of bite-play!) Sharp cheered excitedly as Ava flushed, her new female groin dripping with more than arousal, the scent of a mare in heat swept over Mistress like a tide, along with the thought-speech of the new mare in Avarice’s body/soul/head.

“I wouldn’t mind finding out, after we get out of this hell hole.” Mistress winked at the new form of her lover. The thoughts of this new aspect filled her with desire, Jeff shared his own thoughts with her. “Jeff says he want’s to play too.”

(Can he be the whip~?)

“He says ‘if you ask nicely.’” Mistress continued to speak for Jeff, the battle leaving him too drained to speak.

(Aw~ now where’s the fun in that?) Sharp commented with a giggle. (It’s much more fun to find out if you like it after the fact.)

“Alright, Avarice, I, or rather Blue needs your help. Mind coming over real quick and not sending Vaga to do it for you?”

Ava froze, her eyes wide open as they dilated in horror. “No! No, no, no, NO! Now’s the WORST time! Stop! No!” The portal opened under her, and the fiery thing was sucking her down as she flapped her wings trying not to fall through. “If I see you, no, please no!”

“Avarice! Stay calm send me a summon, I’ll come help, stay calm!” Mistress called out trying to reach for Avarice only for the magic of the portal to force her away by suddenly increasing in force, sucking Ava down into the vortex and vanishing. Mistress took out the blue iron brazier and clutched tightly to Ava’s token waiting for her call. Only instead she felt a rumble through everything, and heard Twilight’s voice sound in her ear.

{Mistress, a giant humanoid dragoness has appeared though a fiery blue portal. We are preparing to engage!} Lt. Cmdr. Sparkle called over her token.

{No that’s Avarice! Do not engage! I’ll be there in a moment, just stand by and keep away from her!} Mistress yelled into the token, turning and running out of the room, leaving the former body of Sharp Snap behind.

When she got topside, she had to pause at the sight of the gigantic dragoness easily 50-feet tall a short ways south of the clearing where the forest pretty much ended, and she looked scared, worried, and confused, so Mistress quickly sprouted wings and flew up to her. “Avarice! What happened?! Why are you still so big if you’re not in danger?”

“...I fucked Dox….” Mistress blinked in surprise, but was especially surprised when she put her hands to her abdomen, looking down at it between her glorious chest orbs. “And...I’m pregnant….”

Hoo boy….

Author's Notes:

Woo! Finally! Been so busy lately with life and helping my pal Dox (an extreme pleasure! ) with all the crossovers we've been doing together lately, not to mention all the other thingies.

Yet another fun Chapter with Reinardtoma and DemonWolf and their characters Mistress Change and Lieutenant Commander Sparkle and the newb who threw up at the end of the fight, such cool ppls!