We are the Nightwatch.

Chapters

Patrol-1: Ten Warriors, Three Cons, One World.
Patrol-2: New Lives Begin
Patrol 3: Awkward Love and Demonic hunts.

Patrol-1: Ten Warriors, Three Cons, One World.

Location: Prime Earth, Singapore. POV: Victor.

"Mmm... Smell that air." I sighed to myself, inhaling the scent of Trinkets, computers, Quick-Bite Food and drink, leather and plastics as I stepped into the convention hall in Marina Bay sands. Sure, I've been here before, but I liked seeing what was new around here. I carefully avoided bumping into a guy dressed up as Squall from Final Fantasy XIII and trekked on in, avoiding a kid trying to grab my cloak. This was one of the years where I’d decided to come in Cosplay.

I guess you're wondering what I'm dressed up as, right? Well, I was dressed in a full-on Oberon Prime Warframe, the only changes being that I had an Oryx helm, a pale Ashen grey Primary and the secondary colour scheme was a Halloween Blood Red along with the energy, while the normally gold parts were colored silver, as well as the ‘Ramparts’ being replaced by the Hoof-like design on Normal Oberon’s hands. I always did like the normal Oberon appearance as well as the Alt Oryx helmet, the Freyach skin always turning me away because of how it looked.

I'd also gone with the Harkonar Wraith Chest plate, while going for the Prisma Edo Shoulder and Shin guards, mostly in my Warframe's colour Palette, only with the secondary Coloration being Blue. However, I'd disregarded the Twitch Syandana that my Oberon normally wore, instead replacing it with a Wolfswood Hunter Cloak. My costume right arm was also different, being a Robotic Arm that resembled an ashen grey and red version of Adam Jensen's Cybernetic Arm, with Yellow Accents. However, nobody even noticed my addition to my costume, focusing only on my Cloak alone!

I sighed as I propped up War, having made it myself out of Polymer and Metal, before glancing at my bare right shoulder, where a homemade Prisma Edo Plate used to be. When I made the Plates, I only could afford to make it out of plastic and clay, the result being a pair of beautiful, yet fragile shoulder plates.

That meant that when somebody rammed me, their actions dislodged my right shoulder plate and shattered it, resulting in a week of hard work going down the drain because somebody was too careless. I fought down a growl at the memory, remembering the smug little bastard running off laughing after breaking the plate.

"That Little Bastard's gonna pay when I get my hands on... Hello, what's this?" I blinked when I spotted a stall, one that seemed to appear where there was nothing earlier on. It seemed to have a lot of items, most being related to costumes and replicas of weapons, though a Prisma Edo Plate seemed to jump right out at me, glittering with light.

In an instant, my alarm bells started ringing even as I stepped closer, attracted by my own curiosity on what was there. It was then that the shopkeeper, who I noticed, was dressed up as a rather dapper looking Darvo, noticed me. "Hey~TennO!" The Corpus Merchant laughed as I stepped up with a smile. "Good to see you, Darvo." I said, playing along with the guy whom I suspected was a Void Displacer. I've read enough Fanfics to know where this is going!

"So Tenno, you up for a little job on the side?" Darvo said, reciting a line from the game. However, my expression darkened when I heard that line, to which I lifted a hand. "Okay, jokes aside, what would a Displacer want with me?" I asked, my voice taking on a gravelly tone similar to Adam Jensen's. The moment I said that, Darvo instantly froze, all trace of any jovial mood vanishing in a blink.

"You're aware of what I am?" Darvo asked with a raised brow. I nodded in return. "Yes. Your stall had just the right Items I was looking for, that being a shoulder plate for my costume. Not to mention you also noticed that I had also sneaked a Human Revolution reference via my right arm... Something most people don't even realize until pointed out since they focus on the fact that I'm wearing a Wolfswood Hunter cloak. Also, the stall's been mostly ignored, even though you have very high quality gear, and I've seen stalls with lesser quality gear be swamped by customers.” I told him. “However..." I started digging for my wallet as I spoke. "That doesn't mean I'm not willing for a new adventure. World's kinda boring as it is, my Job is holding me down, I feel unsatisfied with how stale everything is here, there’s too much propaganda and bullshite everywhere, and I feel that being sent to another world would be a really good adventure to have."

"You're... Willing to be sent off?" Darvo asked with a puzzled look, to which I responded with a mere nod, before the Void Being grinned. "Well, first day on the job for me and my first Displaced is a willing one!" Darvo chuckled. I cocked a brow, but chose not to say anything, instead choosing to scan the products on the table.

Now that I got a better look at the table, there were quite a lot of items, a fair few of them rather large, like the Kingdom Hearts Keyblades, full-sized Buster Swords of varying types, A few Greatswords with a majority looking like they came from Dark Souls and several heavy guns, including the Heavy's Minigun, Sasha, a Corpus Opticor laser cannon, both variants of the Gjallarhorn and what looked an awful lot like Crying Wolf's Railgun from MGS4.

There were also quite a few medium sized cosplay items, mostly of weapons such as SMGs, Auto-Rifles, Pistols, Revolvers, Daggers, Swords and Shields, Tools like wrenches, hacking devices, Power Tools or flares, Cosmetics ranging from Masks, to Collars, armor pieces and TF2 Hats, all the way down to consumables such as Plasmids, Vigors, CoD Zombies Drinks and even the Heavy and Scout's respective consumables being sold at the table in canned and bottled form.

I then pointed at the Edo Shoulder Plate I’d seen earlier. "I'll take that Prisma Edo plate. And how much would those weapons and foodstuffs cost?" I asked as I pointed at an Assault Rifle, a Hand Cannon, a Rocket Launcher, the Sidearm and a Fusion Rifle, the latter four of them Destiny Exotics along with the snacks. Dravo raised a brow at my choice, but chose not to comment. "Well, normally, it'd cost roughly around a hundred dollars each for each weapon, but since you know you're not going to stick around for very long, I'll give you a discount. How would a 70% Discount do?"

I grinned as I said, "Deal!" and passed Darvo the four hundred and eighty bucks I owed, then attached the Prisma Edo Plate to my shoulder, hearing it *Click* into place, before picking up the Karak Wraith, the Ace of Spades Hand Cannon, the Queenbreaker's Bow, the Drang pistol and the gold-coloured Gjallarhorn Rocket Launcher I’d picked. What? They were decent weapons, and since I was mainly cosplaying as a Warframe, I wasn't limited to Destiny's 'Not More than One Exotic Rule.'

Hey, if a Prime Warframe can carry three Prime weapons all at once, what makes Exotics any different? Not to mention that I could always use the Gjallarhorn in a pinch. I'd also bought a Dalakohs Bar, a Bottle of Bonk! Blutonium Berry, a Sandvich and a bottle of Deadshot Daiquiri, Stamin-Up and PhD Flopper. What? I was both Hungry and Thirsty and I'd rather be irradiated then figure out first hand what's in Mad Milk!

I then turned to Darvo. "Thank you, my friend." I grinned. Darvo gave me a similar grin in return. "And many thanks to you as well. Oh, and mind the bump on the way down." As he finished saying that, a portal just barely wide enough to fit me opened up below my feet.

“Well now.” I blinked, before I quickly struck a pose based on Oberon's Noble stance just I plummeted through the portal, falling into the Void itself.

POV: Third Person, Darvo...

Darvo watched as his First Displaced was sent off to his new home, the Void Being not missing the Noble Stance the soon-to-be Tenno warrior had taken just before he vanished.

"Something tells me this new Displaced is going to change his world, but for better or for worse, I can't tell." Darvo murmured with a serious expression, before it was replaced with a half-grin. "Well, that just means he's not going to be boring, that's one thing for certain!" The Void being chuckled, before spotting a Person dressed up as a much slimmer, adult-looking Circus Baby from Sister Location walking nearby with a rather vexed expression.

Darvo quickly dropped his perception Filter and steeled himself as the girl walked closer. 'GameFace, Darvo, GameFace.' the Hundred and Fifty year old Void being thought as he put those Seventy plus years of Trading to the test.

"Ah yes, how may I help you?" The 'Young' Void Being grinned, readying himself to send off his second Displaced to Equestria... But that's another story for somebody else!

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Roughly similar time to Victor entering the convention on his world... Planet: Earth-63666, Third Planet from the Sol sun. POV: Unknown…

"Well, isn't this grand?" I sighed, stretching as I did so and hearing my servos whine and click at the same time. I had a good reason to feel fairly relaxed, mostly due to the recent laws that allowed Omnics similar rights as humans.

As you can probably guess by what I just pointed out, I'm an Omnic... Well, almost all of my entire family are Omnics. Combat/Entertainer Model FF-X01 at your service, but you can call me Franny if you wish!

If you're wondering what my Family is, I'm sure you've heard of a haunted/cursed Pizzeria chain called Freddy Fazbear's, right? Well, when the facility known as Fazbear's Fright burned down twenty years ago, my 'Father', Henry Fazbach found this old and rather charred robot within the wreckage and decided to reverse engineer what was left of it. After he managed to gain an understanding of it, as well as procuring a bunch of rather corrupted blueprints from it's somewhat intact Hard Drive, he created me, my sister Foxy and my brothers Bonnie and Chico as the newest in line of Animal-Based combat Omnics, only to change his mind just after he'd finished and modified us for entertainment instead... He never did mention why, though I can't help but notice we were modified for both types of Entertainment, both child and adult alike.

Anyway, a year after he made us, he built four more Omnics like us, those being my Little Brother Frederick, Foxy's little Sister, Maggie, Chico's little sister, Chica, and Bonnie's baby sister, Bon-Bon, only without the combat enhancements.

Of course, a month after creating our little siblings, some crazy event called the 'Omnic Crisis' happened, with most Omnics around the world being driven into a Crazed 'Destroy all Humans' State... Except for us, which neither our father or any of us could understand why. Foxy, the Cheeky-Smart aleck that she is, had theorised that perhaps it was due to our designs coming from the 'Cursed Fazbear Robots.' I had kicked her upside the head for making such a daft remark.

Anyway, once we sorted things out, we, as in, the older Omnic siblings, decided to fight back against the rogue Omnics due to originally being designed for combat, barely holding our own up until Overwatch came into the picture. At the time, we were half expecting to be gunned down along with the rogue Omnics, Reyes not helping by holding Foxy at gunpoint, only for the leader, Jack Morrison to actually ask if we wanted to help Overwatch. We didn't hesitate to join, sticking around up until the Omnic crisis came to an end. After that, we stayed as reserve members, staying in touch with many of the crew.

Anyway, I've wasted enough time reminiscing. Point was, when the law finally passed that was to give Omnics similar rights to humans, quite a few people set up several conventions to celebrate the event. Since this was the first con we'd ever attended, we were more than willing to dress up as our favorite fictional characters. I'd come dressed as Cammy from Street Fighter, my brother Fredrick coming as Isaac Clarke in a CEC Engineering Suit, while Foxy had come dressed as a BLU Demoman from TF2, wearing mostly a 'Demopan' loadout and having an actual functioning Sticky Jumper, while Chica had dressed up as Abigail 'Fetch' Walker from InFamous Second Son.

Bon-Bon had decided to come dressed as a Destiny Hunter, wearing mostly Iron Saga gear that she'd made herself, even though she wasn't a Fan of Destiny as a game, since the long defunct company, Bungie ran it and themselves into the ground with their thickheaded drive for more money, while Maggie had dressed up as her Skyrim character... Who had an awful lot of mods to get where she was. That meant I had a robotic vixen dressed in skimpy 'Stalhrim' Armor following the group with a 'Stalhrim' shield slapped on her back. The fact that she was rather 'Well-Endowed' made a few heads turn her way.

Bonnie was dressed as Takeo from Origins, even going as far as to actually modify his hair so that it'd resemble Takeo's hairstyle and beard! I still don't know how he even did it, since that stuff doesn’t even grow out.

I turned to look at Chico, who'd come dressed as the default hunter class, Mordecai from the Borderlands series. He was looking rather grumpy, not that I could blame him. Most of us had forgotten key parts of our cosplay attire, with Chico somehow accidentally leaving his replica Cobra rifle on the bus, much to his Chagrin. I myself had forgotten Cammy's Beret and Maggie had forgotten her 'Stalhrim' Gloves and Bastard Sword. Foxy had left behind her Frying Pan and shades, something I'm actually confused about right now, and Bonnie had accidentally left his Katana and Staff of Fire at home. BonBon had been unable to make the weapons she wanted, so she was a Hunter with no weapons, while my brother was unable to properly finish his costume, the helmet being unfinished, so he was bare headed, with Chica being unable to find a purple wig, to her annoyance, so her head was bare as well.

"This Bloody well sucks." Chica muttered, her British accent being most noticeable in her frustration. I couldn't help but nod, mostly since I'd spent a long time working on our costumes, only for several accidents to take away most of our hard work! Seemed rather contrived now that I thought about it...

It was then that Foxy grabbed our attention when we saw her walking towards a stall run by a guy dressed up as Xur the Agent of the Nine from the game, Destiny. He looked up the moment Foxy got close, before he spoke. "Ah, I see you are interested in my wares. How may this Agent help you?" he asked. Foxy simply looked at him and asked, "Whaddya got?" she asked with her rather strong Irish accent. Xur simply swept his hand across his table and said, "See for yourself."

I had to say, the Items he had were pretty damned good. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they weren't even 3D printed copies and were either handmade models and snacks or the actual item from their respective games, cartoons or movies. I think I saw what looked like Cortana's AI chip, a revolver resembling Revolver Ocelot's Tornado-6 from MGS5 and I think there was a Fallout 4 Gauss Rifle.

Frankly, I wasn't surprised to see the others buying whatever Items they wanted/needed, though for some reason, Bonnie hesitated a bit when reaching for a Katana, before he went and picked the replica of Wilt and Blush, the weapon of that Bull Bastard from that shitty Web Show, though he still took the Katsuragi's Blood. I actually blinked at what I noticed, before deciding to ask him about it later.

Chico had done the same, grabbing a Hyena Infra-Dead rather than the Cobra Rifle that was sitting next to it, though he also grabbed a Borderlands Violator that had been next to the Cobra. BonBon had grabbed a Nikana Prime as well as a Symbiosis version of the Sturm Hand Cannon and a Queenbreaker's Bow Fusion Rifle, while Maggie had taken a pair of Warlock Ophidian Aspects Gauntlets as well as a Sword resembling the Dawnbreaker from the Elder Scrolls.

Fredrick had taken an M-96 Mattock Rifle along with the Plasma Cutter and a CEC Engineering helmet, while Foxie had picked up a pair of Twin Rogga as well as a Frying Pan and Dangeresque Too shades, while Chica had picked up a replica of FF-XIII's Lionheart as well as a purple Wig that resembled Fetch's hair, something she quickly slipped on to see how she looked. I myself had picked up Bayonetta's personal pistols... All four of them along with Cammie's Beret, I couldn't resist the temptation, they were so well made!

I noticed that I wasn't the only one who'd noticed. Xur had as well and one of his glowing eyes had widened slightly, signifying a raised brow. "Interesting." he said, before the corners of his eyes turned up and a thin white glowing curved line formed in the fog, showing that he was grinning, which caused me to shiver.

That was Creepy, but I shook it off. "How much for the lot?" I asked, rootling around for my wallet. "For all those Items? Nine hundred Quid." We froze at that. We only had around a Hundred pounds between the eight of us. Thinking quickly, I started digging through my inventory, before pulling out a replica of a rather familiar Pulse Rifle. It was based off the blueprints I'd seen when the squad I was a part of had been visiting the Overwatch Labs, and I'd noticed that Jack Morrison seemed interested in it. Sure, he'd have to wait a little longer to get it, but I'd literally saved those diagrams in my head, so I could easily make another.

"How much would this be worth?" I asked Xur, who was staring at the weapon with wide eyes. He wasn't the only one. Bonnie's jaw had extended so much that I'd thought for a moment that'd detached from his endoskeleton. "Franny, what are you doing?!" Maggie and Fredrick gasped, not surprising, since Maggie and my younger twin brother were the only ones who actually knew what I'd been working on prior to the Convention. "Trying to make sure we get a fair trade." I sighed.

Xur had meanwhile, taken the Copied weapon and was looking it over, quietly muttering something that BonBon and Bonnie were straining to hear. Then he looked up at me. "I suppose I can give you a discount. Six Hundred for the lot." I blinked, processing what he said. "That cheap?" I asked.

"This is a really well made replica, better than what most can do, and considering that it's also mostly homemade. Most would cheat by using a 3D printer for all the parts, but you just made it from scratch with minimal help from a 3D printer, so I believe it's worth a lot." I felt my cheeks warm up from the compliment. "T-Thanks." I said, as my siblings and I passed Xur the cash required to make the transaction.

"A Pleasure doing business with you, my friend." Xur said with a rictus grin. "Oh, and mind the drop."

"Eh?" I asked, before a hole opened beneath me. "Crap!" I yelled, trying to grab the edge of the hole, only for my fingers to miss the suddenly much wider hole. "Sorry, but no." was the last words I heard from the trader before my vision was filled with silver and blue light plus a lot of wisps fog. "Why Does this feel like something out of a Bad Fanfic!?" I screamed as I plummeted after my siblings, before I lost consciousness.

The Omnic Convention... POV: Third Person Xur.

Xur watched as the Portal snapped shut behind the Omnic bear, before the creepy grin vanished, being replaced with a Solemn expression from his glowing eyes alone. "It is a good thing to know that she'd never find out what's to come for this world." the Reef Trader sighed, before looking at the pulse rifle Franny had given him. "A Replica this maybe, but a good weapon for the right person." Xur whispered, before holding out a left hand. A flash of light later, and a small sphere shrouded by an angular metal shell that split into eight panels appeared. A Ghost of the Traveller.

"Xur? Why have you summoned me at this time? Is something wrong?" The Ghost asked, the voice a male monotone, but carried a tinge of concern. "It's nothing, old friend. I need you to help find a new owner for this Artifact." Xur said as he waved a hand at the Pulse Rifle. The Ghost twitched a few panels, obviously confused by what he was asked to do, but did so anyway. A full minute had ticked by, before he turned to Xur. "I have found around twenty-five different possible universes with candidates for this item. Patching them in." The Ghost said, before vanishing as he merged back with Xur.

Putting his left hand to his head, Xur never so much as twitched as the images of many a Convention in several different universes and planets flashed through his head. A few times, Xur could be noted to shake his head, mutter a soft 'no' and at one point, even grimaced at one of the choices while muttering a soft yet harsh 'Hell No.'

However, it was one of the choices that made him pause. "Hm... Good chemistry together, already partners, possible relationship between themselves... That can work, though I'll need to get a Healing Staff for 'Mercy'..." Xur muttered.

Xur then lowered his hand from his head, the image of a Violet-eyed Grey Bunny dressed as Mercy and a Green-eyed Red Fox dressed as Soldier 76 blinking out of his mind's eye as he did. "I only hope that they never lose sight of who they truly are." Xur whispered, before vanishing in a flash of dull green light, leaving no trace that he'd ever been there.

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Also Roughly the Same time to Victor's Convention... (This is the last one, I promise.) Planet: Emoh, Third Planet from the Sirius Star... POV: Urara Belzewolf...

"Vhy did I even listen to Ruki?" I grumbled, as I walked into the convention hall of Jump City. This was the first one that many a Kemono could enjoy ever since the Defeat of Omega a year ago, the Convention being set on the day of his defeat as a form of celebration. My ex-rival and friend, Ruki Rufus had wanted to go there, actually managing to procure a few outfits for herself, her mate Wolufu and her sister Vulpa. She tried to get me one, but I rejected it... At first. She was, very convincing.

'I hate it when she does the cute little Cub eyes...' I grumbled mentally, as I trekked in wearing an opened 'Varida Hood' and it’s accompanying Suit... Or at least the shirt part. I still wore my dress underneath it. 'Even at Sixteen years old and pregnant, she's still that cute cub I met four years ago!' I blushed. Hey! I'm not a Lesbian! Can't I at least appreciate a person's appearance, even if they're the same gender!? Okay... I may have had, keyword, HAD a Crush on her when I was younger, but that was... Well, Crushed, when I found Wolufu had mated Ruki, and completed the bond.

Anyway, I gritted my teeth as yet another person asked if I was 'Lost' and where my mother was. A swift kick to the shins shut him up as I stomped off in a huff. That was a problem I've had for a very long time since I was ten years old after an attack on my clan by Omega himself, though Omega didn't directly curse me. No, ironically it was I who ended up Cursing myself when I opened a Chest containing a demon sealed away by my Clan's ancestors long ago... Then again, I never even knew about a fellow Belzewolf named Kitoma or the fact that some of the Clan children had survived, so I thought I was the last one and thus, had nothing left to lose. As a matter of fact, I never thought that I'd even survive fighting Omega or taking him down!

And, even though I survived, I now don't know what to do. I mean, I was unable to find a way to remove the demon from my Jägan, at least, not without killing me, the rotten thing won't listen to me when I wanted to negotiate with it on letting me grow up and Kitoma had become Clan leader of the most recent Belzewolf clan. To make matters worst, I even didn't know when my exact date of birth actually was, mostly since the original clan used the old methods of using the stars!

If it weren't for Ruki understanding what I said, I'd probably be having an ID that said I was a lot younger than what I actually was! Hell, I was older than Ruki by about a year or two, though now I currently look six years younger than her! Worst part, I couldn't get a Boyfriend, a Husband or a Mate of any kind, mostly due to my physical appearance making me look like jailbait!

I sighed. Even though Ruki has tried to help me the best that she could, I knew she wasn't going to succeed. Even if I could get a suitor, I'd likely outlive him by years, If not centuries. Add in the fact that I had originally expected to die avenging my clan and species, I had made no real plans to actually live my own life after the defeat of Omega. That meant that I was, as how Wolufu, crass as he is would put it: 'Up Shit Creek without a Paddle.'

I wasn't rendered barren, thankfully, but with my child-like appearance, I had about as much of a chance of getting a mate as Ruki Rufus had a chance of becoming an abusive or neglectful mother! Highly unlikely and downright ridiculous!

I was shaken from my thoughts by a paw gently being placed on my left shoulder, causing me to turn and see that Ruki was trying to get my attention. "Is something the matter, Urara?" She asked, her soft mellow voice carrying concern. I noticed Wolufu, who was standing next to her with a similar level of Concern in his eyes. He still wore the Red Bandana he had as a cub around his neck, but also wore an armored saddle due to the fact that he was cosplaying as Ruki's Mount for today... Personally, I suspect he's going to be riding her when they get home, but I digress! I put on a smile, while trying not to make it look pained as I did. "It's notzing, just a lettle distracted."

I then heard Wolufu sigh, the large feral wolf looking more than a little annoyed. "Urara, you've been ‘distracted’ ever since Omega's defeat and the revival of the Belzewolf clans. I know something's bothering you and Ruki can't help you if you keep hiding it." I flinched as if struck, mostly due to the fact that Wolufu had hit two of the main problems on the head and seemingly didn't even know about it. Vulpa, however, swatted Wolufu upside the head and start admonishing him for being rude, though I tuned it out and carefully slowed down my pacing so that they could go on ahead.

As I watched them walk off, I couldn't help but feel that the damned mutt was right somewhere. I did need to tell Ruki what exactly was bothering me, which was a combination of Not having a mate, surviving the final battle that killed Omega and a few of our Allies, finding out that I wasn't the last Belzewolf after all, discovering that I would likely stay young for the rest of my life, my broken heart over her mating Wolufu and my patchworked memory... "Ach, I hate reflecting!" I snarled quietly, blinking back furious tears as I punched a wall, before noticing something odd.

A human. Yes, I know what you're thinking. 'What is a Human doing on Emoh and how do I know about them?' Well, as it turns out, humans, or at least a variant of them, had been one of many beings already on Emoh for a long time. They hadn't been around as long as the Kemonos and had either weak magic, or no magic at all, but they had been adaptive, being able to create many devices years ahead of whatever Kemono-kind had at the time.

The Oozaru Race, and later Omega had targeted them first due to how dangerous they were to them, almost wiping the Humans to extinction, but they didn't bet on the Humans being one step ahead of them, evading and sabotaging their operations on the former, while on the latter, managing to actually severely injure him to the point that he had to recover for a Decade or two. It was one of the reasons why Omega had taken so long to get started on corrupting this world, and when he was finally killed, the Humans finally came out of hiding.

Anyway, I've prattled on long enough. While Rare, humans weren't all that eye catching, especially in normal clothes. No, The reason this particular human caught my attention was because he had red skin, was dressed up strange looking robes and had a silver pyramid shaped head-piece that covered his eyes and the upper part of his face. He had his hands together as if in prayer, but only had the fingertips and base of his hands together, the middle of his hands being spread to form a diamond shape with his hands. He was standing in front of a stall that had a lot of items, ranging from large items like Buster swords, suits of armor and large guns, to smaller items and trinkets such as medals, scarves, snacks and even data devices.

The Trader looked up at me, before smiling as I stepped up to his stall. "Ah, a new customer, how may this humble trader serve you, madam?" he asked. I blinked in surprise. Did he-? "I took note of how you carry yourself when you entered this place, being like that of an adult woman, rather than a child acting like one, and your eyes carry age not that of a child of your supposed age. Not even child soldiers have such eyes." he said. "It must be tiring to be treated as a child, even though your eyes and posture say otherwise."

"Ach, you haff no Idea." I sighed in relief. I'd long since lost count of many talking to me as if I was a mere little cub, even though my actual age was roughly around Seventeen years of age. It'd been that way ever since I was ten years old. .. Stupid Demon. Why did I think opening that casket was a good idea? Oh wait, I was ten years old and all alone at the time, AND I'd just watched my Mother and the last known Belzewolf, to me at the time, that is, die right in front of me! Of course I'd take that option!

Shaking off the bad memories, I turned to the strange looking trader. "So... Vat do you hav?" I asked him. The Trader smiled, before sweeping a hand over his wares. "See for yourself." he said with that same Smarmy attitude. I glanced at what he had on the table, noting that quite a few of his items were rather good in terms of quality. I picked up a knife, checking its weight. It was really well balanced, and judging by the hiss as I gave it a few testing swings, was rather sharp. I then put it down and checked the rest of his wares, before a few of them caught my eye.

"Oh... Zis looks good." I grinned as I picked a rather wicked looking revolver-like weapon that looked like it was made out of black Chitin and metal, while also picking an ornate greatsword that emitted embers from the blade and a beautifully crafted gold crossguard and hilt. The last items I picked were a pair of healing tools from a game Wolufu accidentally introduced me to, which was a Medi-gun known as the Kritzkrieg and a Fan-made Medigun called the Kralle... I wondered why it was even there, but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I mean, an obviously powerful hand cannon, a magical sword and a bunch of medical items from my favorite... Well, only video game was a pretty good thing to gain. "How much?" I asked the stall owner.

"Well, it would normally cost two Hundred and fifty Euro each..." I blanched at the price, that was more than I could earn in a month, but he wasn't quite done. "...But since you're the first person I've met who'd want all of these at the same time, I'll give you a 60% Discount, and I'll toss in this bottle of Widow's Wine for free." The Shopkeeper said with a toothy grin as he brandished a black bottle of wine marked with a white spider that also had a red lipstick-like marking on the abdomen. I felt my eye twitch at the name of the Wine, but I held in my anger. "Deal." I said, swallowing my anger and passed the Trader the currency, before taking the items. I took note that the trader had passed me a few harnesses for easy carry, to which I attached to various parts of my body, the Hand Cannon going on my Left Thigh under my dress, the Sword going on my back and the two Mediguns being attached in their custom holsters. "Danke, I appreciate this." I said with as much warm honesty I could muster.

"As do I. Come back soon." the Trader's expression then turn solemn. "By the way, do mind the drop on the way down."

"Vhat drop?" I asked, right before a void portal opened up under my paws. "Ach... Zat Drop." I flatly stated, cursing myself for not realizing it was all too good to be true, before I plummeted through it.

Back at the Emoh Convention... POV: Third Person, Baro Ki'teer...

Baro watched as the little wolf vanished into the portal, noting that she didn't even put up a fight, even though he knew full well that she had the power and capability to do so. The Void Trader shook his head sadly, expelling a sigh.

"Stay safe, little warrior, and may you get what you've so desired since the end of your last adventure." he said, before spotting a different grey Kemono vixen, who for some reason, was dressed up as a Destiny Warlock, wearing several exotic items at once. 'What a show off, but a customer's a customer...' Baro thought with disgust, before putting on that same Smarmy demeanor from earlier.

"Hello there golden warrior, just back from the void, I presume?" He asked, keeping up the act as he readied another person for a one way trip through the void...
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Location: Planet Equus, Everfree Forest. POV: Victor...

I awoke with a sigh, feeling more well rested than I'd ever been in ages. "Damn, that was a nice rest." I muttered to myself, before checking myself. I was still in my Oberon Prime outfit, only that it wasn't as heavy as before. As a matter of fact, I now moved fluidly, as if the suit wasn't just lifeless material in the shape of a Warframe, but was as alive as I was. However, I realized something pretty quickly when I lifted the loincloth... Ten Inches of something.

"Well, this is embarrassing..." I muttered with a blush, feeling a breeze around my privates as I dropped the loincloth back over them. Apparently, Darvo kept me as somewhat human, rather than using Update 18's version of what the Warframes were... And that Oberon has an even bigger reason to wear a Loincloth. Without a crotch plate under the cloth, my now much larger junk would be rather exposed if I let myself fall from a decent height.

I lamented over the fact that I was basically commando, before sighing. No point whining about it. May as well get used to it. I glanced around, trying to see where I was. I took note that I was in some sort of woodsy area, with a lot of trees, a river nearby and what seemed to be a few rocks jutting out of the ground. However, I took note that while the place was grassy and rather natural, there was also a faint smell of smog that was common around industrial cities. Since it was faint, I could tell this was rather far from a city, yet close enough for the scent to reach my nose.

A low rumble made me glance up, my eyes meeting dark clouds and the faint flickers of lightning flashing through them, even as they were shrouded by the treetops. "Better find some shelter." I muttered, glancing around, before spotting what looked like the entrance of a rather small cave a few metres to my right, that I'd mistaken for a rock. I grinned at the sight of it. 'Thank you once again, Darvo!' I thought as I made my way into the natural structure. The interior of the cave was mossy and soggy, though not to the point that it was bothersome, just enough for it to squelch softly with each step, with what looked like several roots of a few trees poking through the patches of dirt that made up parts of the Cave's mouth.

The sound of raindrops on mossy forest floor hit my ears, before the sound became harsher as the rain grew heavier. Within minutes, All I could see was the whiteness of the rain pouring so heavily that it was almost opaque. 'Yikes.' I thought, thankful that I managed to find shelter in time. Even though I was wearing full armor, I didn't want my recently acquired foodstuff to get soaked by the rain! I then grabbed a few roots and started ripping them off the cave walls, noting that they were rather dry. 'Should make for a relatively decent fire.' I mused, before spotting that a nearby tree's branch was poking into the cave mouth. Wasn't enough for the cave to completely shield the whole tree from the rain, but I was able to see parts that were unaffected. I put down my gear, pulled War off my back and swiped at the branch. It came off easily. I then carved off a chunk of bark from the tree and brought it into the cave, lying it down next to what I needed for my fire.

"Hmm... Could try all those fire lighting techniques I keep seeing people do in books and on TV..." I muttered, before having a thought. "Or maybe I could use my powers. Use it as control training. Yes..." I grinned, before flicking my fingers, pointing my hand at the pile of wood and snapping my fingers, causing a thin beam of red energy to hit the wood and... Blow it to splinters. "Whoops, too much energy." I muttered, before piling up some more bark and carefully generating another Smite, this time focusing on using even less energy and trying not to cause another explosion. This time, the Bark didn't explode, rather, it burst into flames rather quickly.

“Hmmm... Toasty.” I grinned as the fire grew a little, before arranging a bunch of pebbles around the rather small fire and carving up the tree outside even farther. Pretty soon, I had a somewhat bigger fire, a small pile of dried Bark as fuel within the cave and a rather Barkless tree still with it's leaves outside the cave. "Heh, never said I couldn't use my powers for more Mundane tasks." I chuckled as I carefully channelled void energy through my hands to generate heat so as to dry the rest of the bark that I had just carved off, before realizing that I was talking to myself.

“Hmmm... Lonely... I’m so lonely~.” I hummed. "Damn, guess I'm on my own here..." I sighed, before a growl made me turn around. "Uh..." I muttered awkwardly when I saw what looked like a massive bear made out of stars... And there was only one place that would make such a pun involving constellations. "This is Equestria, isn't it?" I grumbled flatly, before a Starry Paw was thrown my way... Only for me to dodge the fatal blow as if it were moving slowly. "What I could do for some Blinded by Light Music!" I Muttered to myself as I drew War from my back. “Or some This is Who you Are!” I yelped as I deflected the next blow.

Admittingly, I was hoping that this would be a long and exciting battle to remember. I mean, seriously, who wouldn't call a battle with a giant bear made out of stars Epic!? However, I would rapidly find out one little problem...

That apparently, when stabbed in the neck with a Greatsword made by the Sentients, the Ursa Major would cumple like wet tissue paper. "That... Was very anti-climatic." I muttered, an annoyed expression on my face. Then again, the War, as well as my Galatine Prime, were my strongest Melee weapons in Warframe, so what's to say that it wouldn't be here? "Well, at least it earned it's name of War." I sighed, before noticing that the Ursa's Corpse had started breaking up, and not like as in rotting, I mean that it was like a membrane had been punctured and the stars within it's body had started spilling out. I blinked, watching the sparkling light fly past me and into the stormy sky outside. For a whole minute, I did nothing but watch the surreal and beautiful sight, before the corpse disappeared completely, leaving nothing behind...

Except for what seemed to be a flickering vertical light, like that of a Warframe Blueprint. I walked up and picked it up to try and get a better look at it, only for it to vanish. "The Hell!?" I gasped, before noticing that I seemed to recognize what I'd picked up. Apparently, I was now the proud owner of an Ivara Helmet blueprint, something that made me blink. Apparently, they were not Neuroptics here, which means that if I find more of these, I'd have a large arsenal of suits I can swap out on a whim, rather than bio-mechanical meat puppets that require a chair to use.

"Ultra-gear...” I grinned, before checking what I had on me. Not only did I still have the War Greatsword that I'd made, I also had the Gjallarhorn, the Karak Wraith, the Queenbreaker's Bow and the Ace of Spades that I’d bought from Darvo. However, I didn't have any currency on me and the only thing I had for food was a Cadbury Cookies and Cream Chocolate bar along with the Dalakohs bar, the Sandvich and the drinks that I'd bought from Darvo. 'Bugger.' I thought, realizing that I'd somehow have to make two chocolate bars, a Sandvich, a Canned drink, two bottles of Super-Soda and a Super cocktail last for a day or so and with no proper refrigeration, I was going to have chocolate cookies and cream soup wrapped in aluminum within the hour.

'Great, what I'd give to have Buff Jack Frost’s powers right about now, rather than the powers of the Mythic Microwave...' I grumbled mentally. Shrugging it off, I stuffed the food items and my drinks into my carrier bag, that had somehow still remained with me after my void jump, before holstering my weapons and pushing myself to my feet... Or is it Hooves now? The Rook Ramparts on my feet make it confusing.

Anyway, I picked up my helmet and slipped it on, hearing a hiss of air and a 'click' of what sounded like air-tight seals clamping shut. 'Suit must be pressurized.' I mused, before noticing a radar that resembled Warframe's Mini-Map, showing each tree and rock that were large enough to act as barriers and cover, as well as how far the cave goes, which wasn't much, since I was sitting in the mouth of a small cavern.

'That's rather handy.' I thought, before deciding to try something. I held out my left hand, sorta like how a Destiny Guardian does when they summon their Ghost, and focused a bit, trying to see if I could pull up a menu. To my surprise, I found I did... Only it was different from the one from the game. Rather than finding a game-type menu, I found myself facing what looked like an inventory menu, sorta like the one from Dead Space. However, I also noticed a few tags near the top, the one that was open being labeled 'Inventory', while the others read 'Skills', 'Stats', 'Journal', 'Communications' and 'Abilities'. I decided to check the last one later, preferring to check what was in the inventory, since judging by the brackets and the number '6' within the brackets, it wasn't empty. There was what looked like a single Praxis Kit, a leather bound booklet, a Zenith 10mm pistol with no bullets, a Maxim-9, also with no Bullets and a bunch of mods for both weapons.

'Wonder why he gave me these?' I mused, before I shrugged, deciding to check the booklet. I held up my right hand to the ‘menu’ and then tapped on the book. To my surprise, the booklet vanished, the pistol taking up the spot where it have previously been, while I noticed my bag had become a little heavier than before.

Closing my left hand, which also closed the menu, I then turned to my bag and dug through it, my right hand finding the book just sitting in there. Pulling it out, I got a better look at it.

The book's cover was wrapped in black leather, which actually smelt like the real deal. The pages seemed to be made of what smelt like Parchment, the colouration of it being a very pale, almost white, beige, while embossed on the cover in gold lettering, was the title of the book, 'So You’ve been Displaced: A Guide to being a Heroic, Evil or Neutral Multi-Dimensional Warrior.' There was no Author or Writer's name on the cover. A swift check on the next two pages inside revealed the same thing. A Title and Foreword, but no Author or Writer name. 'Huh, wonder who wrote this?' I wondered, before shrugging it off and started checking the table of contents.

I quickly discovered that whoever wrote this had the book start out with a Neutral standpoint at first, something that was written in the Foreword. Basically, the book follows the current owner's Karma alignment after they're displaced, and since I was a fresh Displaced, the book was set to neutral by Default. I hadn't committed any evil or heroic acts, so I could read this with an unbiased opinion that wasn't aligned to what is considered 'Evil' or 'Heroic'.

I sat down, and started flipping through the pages,deciding to learn what I needed to learn. 'Chapter One: Welcome to the multi-verse...'

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Location: Planet Equus, 25 metres from Victor's location. POV: Urara Belzewolf...

I hated the damnable bastard who sent me here! First thing I find out when I awaken? I find myself soaking wet, in the middle of a forest, while it's absolutely pouring with rain so thick it's practically a sheet, without a single natural shelter in sight! It's Official, EVERYTHING HATES ME! Worst part is, I can't seem to access my magic! I'd tried firing off any spell that I knew, ranging from powerful Blitz-draining firebomb spells to simple and Blitz-efficient non-combat spells, only to get nothing!

All I could do was wrap my hood over my head and try to brave the storm, cursing the gods, the person who sent me here, and myself for being thick enough to actually ignore what my instincts had been screaming at me when I got close to the trader! “I’m gott verdammned Powerless, Ich haff no Food... Gott, I don’t even haff any means to heal mien self!” I snarled.

I shook my head, realizing that I was starting to get vocal... Must be coming down with something. These clothes weren't designed for such wet or cold weather after all. The only thing I was thankful for, was that the Hoodie and vest Ruki had obtained for me was at least waterproof when compared to my dress, which was clinging to my body in an uncomfortable way...

I was shaken from my thoughts by an even harder sneeze, though this time, it was also accompanied by a feeling of Lightheadedness. 'Ach, Ich have to get out of this storm!' I thought, before spotting a light flickering in the sheet of rain that obscured my vision. Putting up a rain soaked paw, I was barely able to make out the entrance of a cave, the orange flickering glow of a campfire and what seemed to be a rather stripped tree outside, the bark having been scraped off to reveal the smooth white wood underneath.

All those signs pointed out either an old campsite, or someone was in the cave... And it was leaning closer on being the latter. I cursed quietly, or as quietly as one would if they were suffering from a severe cold and quickly decided to try my luck with the weather... Up until a sudden movement made me whirl around... And see the occupant of the cave.

Now, had I been at full power, I would have tried killing him the moment he'd broken from cover, but since my Magic wasn't working, and I was delirious from what was likely a severe cold, I was defenseless if he attacked me. The added problem was that he was really tall! Hell, if Vulpa was here, he'd tower over her by a head easily! I could tell he was male since he wasn't wearing a helmet, so I could see his human face clear as day, which meant that I could see he had black curly hair, a similar colored goatee on his chin, high cheekbones and red irises with a strange glow. He had a piece of metal embedded on his forehead, coloured silver with a bluish tinge, where a third eye was normally on a Belzewolf. His body was lean, deceivingly so, yet I could see that his muscles were as strong as steel under the suit.

I then took note that he seemed to relax his stance, taking his hand off the Revolver-like weapon he had on his side and raising his hands, as if to say he wasn't a threat. However, it was when I took a look at his lower body that I saw something that sent a tingle down my spine and lower regions.

'Oh Gods, that is HUGE...' I thought with my cheeks heating up, my eyes following it's *Ahem*, swing behind the loincloth, before my vision started to blur and darken. 'Verdammit, not now!' were my last, fear filled thoughts, before I lost consciousness from what was now likely hypothermia.

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Location: Equus, the rather warm yet no less Soggy Cave, two minutes prior to Urara getting close to the cave. POV: Victor...

"Fascinating." I muttered in wonder as I flipped the page. Apparently, I found that while there were many ways to raise and lower one's Karma, there were also many means to allow the Booklet to consider you Neutral, no matter what you do. Becoming a Mercenary was one of them, as long as I just did the mission and avoided senseless slaughter of Civies, I would remain neutral in the eyes of the book.

I noticed that the book didn't care whether or not people or ponies considered me a hero or monster. Instead, it followed what it considered a hero and what it considered a monster, with whatever other beings thought being completely ignored, something I could agree with it for due to public opinion being so easy to manipulate simply by smear campaigns or frame-ups.

Also, there were many Tiers of Displaced beings, ranging from the lowest tier, Endo, which was the average joe with no superpowers or skills, to the current highest, Titan, which ranged from Saiyans to transformers and some strange robotic bozo named Makuta Teridax, who frankly sounded like a huge dick. 'God' Tier used to be here, but many have since ascended into the Void itself, becoming either Void Dwellers or the now extinct Void Admins.

Out of curiosity, I took a quick peek at my menu's Stats and was surprised to find that I was now an Mechanically Augmented Human, who'd also been merged with a Warframe, something that both shocked and Amazed me. Darvo had apparently had a little fun meddling with my mixed cosplay, leaving me an Augmented Human, while also allowing me use of my favorite Warframe as a suit rather than as a Remote Controlled puppet.

Also, if I remember my favorite Warframe, Oberon Prime well enough, as well as taking note of my new Cybernetic nature, I was considered a Low Tier Super Displaced, mostly since while I was connected to the Void, I wasn't able to use my powers to pull off improbable feats. Sure, I could create Wards, Healing auras, Grenade blasts and Radioactive Slam attacks, as well as being far stronger, quicker to heal and even more durable than the average human being, but I was still fairly mortal, though likely rather long-lived, or unable to die from old age.

"Can I still age?" I wondered, tapping my fingers on my helmet sitting beside me, having removed it to take a sip of Bonk! Blutonium Berry. Damned thing was good on the tongue. No wonder the Scout liked it! It was literally really sweet!

The faint sound of footsteps walking through mud caught my ears, causing me to freeze. 'What was that?!' I thought, lowering my book and placing a hand on Ace of Spades as my eyes narrowed. I didn't know if the being was a hostile or not, so I had to be on my guard in case they prove to be hostile.

Thumbing the hammer, I slowly stood up, being careful as to not pull the exotic Hand Cannon off the magnetic holster while also making sure I could draw it on a moment's notice. I know it seems strange to do so, but I didn't want to have to kill a possible innocent because of a misunderstanding!

The sounds of the footsteps got closer, causing me to tense. Movements didn't say the person was hostile or even trying to be sneaky, but the slight heavy 'Squelch' every four steps seemed to imply a loss of balance. They were also rather quick, like the person was very small, possibly around the size of a child. The last one worried me, 'What was a child doing in a rainstorm like this?' I wondered, before the footsteps suddenly halted, a soft voice like that of a young girl's hissing, "Scheiße!" making me flinch. A Little German girl in the rain... That was not a good sign. 'Why didn't I pick up a second Language?!' I quietly cursed myself, before hearing another squelch, this one sounding slightly farther away from the previous one. 'Crap! I'm not letting a child try and drown themselves out there!' I mentally growled, before lifting my hand off Ace of Spades and breaking cover, trying to make sure the child doesn't kill herself out there...

Only to freeze when I saw that the little girl... The little Wolf-Girl, had stopped and turned around the moment I'd broken cover. I could tell this was a girl, mostly due to the lack of a musky scent... As well as the fact that she was wearing a Shadow Black retractable helmet over a brown dress that didn't even reach mid-thigh, her light blue panties peeking underneath the hem of the dress and the lack of a bulge in them confirming my suspicions on her gender. She had a pair of red triangular shaped fang-like markings under her eyes, with the left eye being red, the right eye being blue and long head-fur that reached her lower back in a style similar to Gotenks or Raditz. I took note that she was barefoot, her digitigrade paws being covered in mud, leaves and a few small twigs. However, the last thing I noticed was that she was soaking wet and shivering slightly, signifying the starting phase of Hypothermia, while her ears were lowered and her tail curled between her legs, signifying fear and submission.

I raised my hands away from my guns, trying not to spook the little she-wolf into attacking. The she-wolf's eyes at first jumped to my still-holstered weapons, then at my face and empty hands then to my lower body, to which her cheeks seemed to redden, though I couldn't tell if it was a trick of the light. I kept my face blank, hoping to all that is pure that she doesn't attack me. However, I dropped my blank expression for a panicked one when the little she-wolf's eyes rolled up as her legs gave way under her.

"Bollocks!" I hissed, quickly rushing over to the little she-wolf, barely catching her from hitting the ground. Gently placing my right hand to her forehead, I grimaced when it came off warmer than what should have been safe, along with the fact that she was shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. 'Raging hot. Just how long was she out in that flamin’ storm!?' I worriedly thought, before steeling myself. No time to panic. Find way to remedy now.

I started by removing her backpack, which looked like the Medic's pack from Team Fortress along with the sword she had on her back, setting the items to the side. I then carefully started to strip off her rather short dress and hoodie, grimacing when I saw that both articles of clothing were soaked, right down to the point that when I squeezed both of them, a large amount of water, enough to fill half a small bucket, came pouring out. The Neck sock came off next, the stretchy material having lost quite a lot of it's elasticity from all the water it'd absorbed, though I left her underwear on, which I noted were rather frilly on the front and having a little red bow at the waist area, since I didn't want to peek at her 'Flower'. After that, it was a simple matter of taking the Wolfwood's cloak off my back to use as a makeshift insulator, as well as to protect her modesty, dragging the little wolf closer for better warmth.

I fought down an uncomfortable feeling as I realized I was now sitting in a cave, with no underwear covering my junk, with almost nude little she-wolf wrapped in my arms and travelling cloak. I grimaced, before noticing something that gave me pause. A Thorn Hand Cannon, sitting in a leather holster strapped to her left leg, just below her hip.

Seeing the weapon instantly set me on alert. 'She's a Displaced?!' I thought, before turning to the sword and the pack, realizing that the blade was the Young Wolf's Howl in a custom furred sheath, and the pack had a pair of holsters, each containing a Kritzkrieg and a Kralle Medigun. The last ones confused me, mostly because the Kralle was a fan-made medigun that I wish had actually been accepted into the game along with the workshop stats. Sometimes, Valve just makes me want to scream like Genowhirl's 'New Weapons Soldier', but I digress!

I then took note of what appeared to be several scars on her body, noticeable through her wet fur, along with rather toned arm and abdominal muscles that showed how much of a fighter she was. Some of the scars seemed to be related to burns, blades and bullets, the former two being the most common and freshest of scars, since the few bullet related scars were almost non-existent. This tipped me off that she was not only an incredibly good CQC fighter, but that she was either older than she looked, or that she'd been fighting in a war since she was four years old...

I sighed quietly as I shook the thoughts off, before pulling the little wolf closer and inching towards the fire. 'No point over thinking things, save her now.' I coldly thought to myself, quietly focusing on what I knew about Oberon's renewal power, which was enhanced healing rate minus the risk of Cancer. Within a minute of focusing, I opened my eyes to see a flickering green aura appearing around the little Wolf-girl along with a soft and somewhat soothing hum of energy, her rather pained expression relaxing slightly. I then felt rather tired, likely from using so much Void energy.

“Sleep tight, little wolf.” I whispered as I relaxed. 'Better not attack me when she awakens...' I thought as I started to meditate, allowing my mind to channel the Void energy that fueled my powers to better control it.

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Location: Equus, Eighty Kilometers North-west of Victor and Urara's current location. POV: Fredrick Fazbear.

I don't know how long it had been since we'd fallen through that portal made by that Xur fellow, but when we'd awoken, we'd found ourselves on the roof of a derelict building, Foxie having been the first to wake up, my big half-sister having to jab me awake. Bonbon was awoken by a swift slap to the cranium, one that jerked her awake. We weren't able to awaken our other siblings, so I chose to stick around and look after them as best as I could, while BonBon and Foxie would scour the city, find supplies and figure out where to take things... After we'd gotten over our new powers.

Whatever that 'Xur' bloke had done to us, I didn't know, but for some reason, while we were still Omnics, we'd also gained whatever powers or skills of the Characters we'd cosplayed as. I'd apparently gained Isaac Clark's impressive Engineering skills as well as his suit and weapons, Foxie had gained the ability to materialize Hats out of nowhere, as well become quite skilled with that frying pan, shield and Sticky Jumper of her's, and BonBon had activated her Bladedancer Skill the moment she awoke, along with having an Actual Ghost hovering around her. We were unable to awaken the others though. They were still alive, but were in a comatose state. Foxie had suggested that perhaps some of their own abilities would match whatever they'd cosplayed as.

I couldn't help but agree. If I'd gained Isaac's intellect, what's to say that Franny hadn't gained Cammie's skills or Bayonetta's snark or magic? I mean, powers are a given, if we had any, but that wasn't the main problem.

No, it was the fact that earlier, a few humanoid Equines had appeared, seemingly for a dare by some kids. They'd spoken in english, but their written language seemed to be Slavic. Apparently, the Building was considered 'Haunted' and had been kept from being demolished by some 'Angry Spirits' that attacked the workers, if I got the navy blue-skinned, silver and grey haired winged horse girl right... I think the Orange skinned girl with the blond hair and tail wearing the cowgirl hat called her 'Night Glider', and the pink one with the poofy magenta hair called her, 'Nightie'. I'd also taken note of strange markings on their legs, would have considered them Tattoos if not for the fact that they were in the same place on all their legs.

Thankfully, the roof and the room we'd taken up residence in was sealed off from the rest of the main structure and was thus inaccessible to anyone in the main building, but I couldn't help wondering... 'Where in God's name are we?!'

A 'thump' from behind me made me jump, whirling around only to find that BonBon had returned, carrying a newspaper, some medical items and a few snacks in hand. "Did you find anything interesting BonBon?" I asked her. Her response was to just toss the newspaper and a bag of potato chips at my feet and walk off to tend to the rest of our still-unconscious siblings.

I checked the newspaper that BonBon had nicked, noticing that the title of the Newspaper read THE DAILY PLANET in black writing. 'So, we're in the city of Metropolis? Huh, I've always wanted to meet Superman...' I thought jokingly, before noticing the date and my Omnic Heart Sank. '1984? We're that far back?!' Fighting down an eyelid twitch, I lowered the newspaper. "What am I going to tell Franny?" I sighed, knowing she wouldn't take being sent to a world that was Ninety-two years behind ours very well.

Of course, what I found in the pages made my heart perk up with hope. From what I could see, the world was on the precipice of it's industrial revolution, with designs and plans for motorized vehicles and aircraft coming out of the woodwork. It was also one where Chaos and Crime is at it's peak, with criminals having moles within the police force. If we played our cards right, we could easily make our home here, using our new powers and skills to protect the truly innocent as well as make this place a little better.

All in all, much like Metropolis, this place was a Hero's Starting point. All we needed to do, was to first find us a job, maybe say that we're immigrants from another country in this world and literally make a name for ourselves, then start our hero careers after a while.

Disguising would be easy, since we were built with the ability to disguise ourselves via a holographic illusion that can keep our forms hidden. It was why we, as in the younger siblings, were able to keep ourselves from getting lynched by understandably scared humans during the crisis... At least until our older siblings got into Overwatch and proved that our models were unaffected by whatever was driving many other Omnics into a crazed frenzy.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by Foxie coming back, heavily venting her systems as if she'd just overclocked her mobility drives to dangerous levels. I blinked, concerned for my older sister. "Foxy, where have you been, and why do you look like you've had to run close to your system limits?"

Foxie held up an index finger, as if to say to give her a minute to catch her breath, before lowering it and speaking. "Well, let's just say that when ah was out there, Ah had a run with these damned gits, kept askin' this pretty lil' kit about wantin' ta have a good time. Well, she kept sayin' noh, so they start chasin' er' with their knoives and sayin' that they want ta hav' er' rather than 'er wallet. So ah step in, ask if they wanna Stout Shako for sum refined metal fer some reason and then ah notice them eyein' me bum, so ah just start cloutin' them with me fryin' pan up until the lot of them are concussed, then ah 'ear them sirens and bolt off. 'Ad to push me limits thanks ta some of them coppers havin' wings of somekind and the others havin' orns that could shoot energah bolts, but ah lost them plonkers somewhere dun town, then slipped back 'ere. Hey, ya eatin' that?" she asked as I crushed the bag of chips in my hand from processor overload.

I stared at Foxie, my mind processing what she just said, before I answered with the only word that came to mind.

"What?"

Author's Note

Incase anyone is wondering, the world of Emoh and the character Urara is not mine. They're both creations of furry artist, Marian0. I'm... Not providing links to his works. They're mostly... Okay, quite a lot of them are NSFW, but he's a rather talented pencil artist and I like his works... That includes his SFW art. It's why I say he's talented.

Anywho, if anyone wonders why I made the Fazcrew Omnics, well, it's because I don't want to have to use Displaced humans all the time. It's too easy to just pick humans and toss them into another world while having them transform into the Fazcrew. Also, it's mostly because I've rarely seen any Displaced stories that have Non-Humans in conventions being sent to Equestria. I left a human in there because I'm doing this as both a test, and as a way of challenging myself as a writer by using multiple characters. Also, since there isn't any real info on Xur, I'm just guessing he's something like a Guardian, with a Ghost of his own.

Not to mention that I'm wondering why no-one's ever decided to have a Displaced Character who couldn't decide what they wanted to be and decided to cosplay as a mish-mash of their favorite characters.

Oh, and to those wondering why I used Euro for Emoh's Currency, it was because Marian0 wasn't clear on what Emoh's currencies actually were. I'll just say that it was for the character's Country and leave it at that. Also, in the Original story, which is still incomplete By the Way, there were very little, if no signs of Humans existing, though there were cars and planes, Omega looks like a stereotypical Villainous human with a Demonic appearance and their 'god', Alpha is implied to be Human in shape and with a likely angelic appearance. In this story, Emoh has humans, but they're not of our Earth.

PS. Edited as of 22 of April 2018 to adapt to recent updates.

Patrol-2: New Lives Begin

Time: Just after Sunrise. Location: Soggy Cave. POV: Urara...

I don't know how long I slept for, but I knew that when I awoke, the rain had stopped, the sun was rising over the horizon and I saw that most of my soaked clothes, aside from my Panties, were laid to dry on a flat rock. My eyes widened as I pulled off what I was wearing, fearing the worst... Only to find that while I was rather damp, it was because of the rain, and not... The other thing. I breathed a sigh of relief, before noticing that what I'd been using as a blanket, was the cloak from that Human who tried not to show himself as a threat.

'Wonder where he is?' I asked myself as I stood up, making my way towards where my clothes were placed. The Hood and Vest were still dry, mostly thanks to the fact that they were water repellent, while my Dress, while slightly damp, was still dry enough to wear. I groaned when I realized that my Neck Sock wasn't as stretchy as it was before, but slipped it on anyway. I then grabbed the backpack and slipped it on, followed by my Medi-Guns and the Sword I'd bought. I was about to look for my Hand Cannon when I brushed my hip and realized it was still strapped to my leg. I breathed a sigh of relief, before spotting a plate sitting on the rock, having somehow missed it in my search. There was a note propped up next to it as well, one that I picked up to read.

*Hey, figured you might awaken after I awoke, so I left this Sandvich here for you. Hope it'll fill you up nicely until I'm done with what I need to do!

-Victor.*

I blinked, filing away the fact that the person who'd saved my life was named Victor, before picking up the 'Sandvich' and taking a sniff. I caught the scent of ham, lettuce, tomato, cheese and what seemed to be butter along with a strong whiff of Wholemeal bread. I then felt my stomach gurgle painfully, reminding me that I hadn't eaten for quite a while now, and the 'Sandvich' was smelling rather appetizing right now.

"Ach, Screw zis." I grumbled, before taking a large bite out of the Sandvich...

Location: Deeper into the Soggy Cave. POV: Victor...

"Hm... That oughta do it!" I muttered as I dusted the chalk off my hands. I'd found another chapter once I got out of my meditative state that showed how a fresh Displaced with little knowledge of the void can create tokens via a chalk circle and a weapon or item from a user. That would mean I can allow myself to be summoned to another world via whatever person needed me the most. The book had stated that I could also try the less complex way of creating a Token by ripping a hole in the void, but that meant that anyone could summon me, including villains and arseholes who just want to use people like me as a weapon or a toy, and I didn't want that! The method I was about to use would allow people of Chaotic Neutral or higher alignment to summon me, while if it fell into the hands of a truly evil being, would cause the Catalyst to explode in their hands if they attempt to summon me with malicious intent on me... Well, it would also explode if any person person wishing physical or mental harm on the summoned being attempts to summon me.

I was shaken out of my thoughts by a loud feminine moan of what sounded like orgasmic pleasure from the cave entrance. "Huh, guess she's awake." I mused, before grinning. "Good." I nodded, before focusing on the seal I was working on.

I slammed my hands down on the edge of the Chalk circle and channeled the void power through the runes, the circle lighting up with a white flash followed by a tear(1) opening into a swirling void of blue, black and white, then drew my greatsword War and planted it handle first in-front of me, charging my energy as I chanted what would be my summoning call. "I am Victor, Warrior of Balance and Mystic of the void. Call my name for a noble cause, and I will heed to the call... Or if you need company or a guy to talk to, I'm your man." I rasped out, my voice sounding like the Specter voices from Specters of the Rail, before casting my blade within the created portal. I watched as it hovered in place for a full minute, several copies splitting off it and disappearing into the void, before it drifted out into my hand, the ritual complete. "Well, that was... Interesting." I muttered, before the sound of a foot stepping on soggy cave moss made me turn around, my eyes falling on the little she-wolf from earlier entering the cave I was in.

I blinked for a second, before a look of relief spread across my face. "Ah, you're awake! Good to know!" I grinned, feeling even more relieved on the inside due to the fact that I wouldn't be burying her anytime soon. "Ja, I thunk you for your hospitality. It vas... Nice to know zat you did nott take advantage of me ven I vas asleep."

"Yeah, well, I'm not that kind of guy to rape a little girl... Or anyone of any gender or age for that matter. I’m straight, before you ask." I sighed, wondering what world did she come from. "I'm guessing you're wondering where or what you are right now, right?" I asked her. The Little wolf rose an eyebrow, yet managed to keep a level tone. "Vat do you mean? I know vat I am!"

"I mean if you know what exactly you are, what you've become?" I pointed out. At her raised eyebrow, I continued. "Well, at the moment, you're like me, a Dimensionally Misplaced Person, or a 'Displaced' for short. Like you, I've been plucked from my world, and sent to another that's alien to me... Also, can I ask you a question?" I added, actually curious. "Vat is it?" She asked. "What race or species were you before you got here?"

"I vas, and still am, a Belzewolf Kemono... Und possibly sie last of mien Species' Generation." She sighed, averting eye contact. I cocked a brow, but chose not to delve deeper for fear of bringing up bad memories from her. "Alright, well, I was once a Human being, Homo-Sapiens-sapiens if you wanna be fancy, but now I'm some sort of Augmented Human/Tenno Hybrid." I shrugged, before continuing. "But that's neither here nor there, anyway, as a Displaced, we'd normally gain superpowers depending on who or what we're Displaced as, such as if I cosplayed as Oberon, which I did, I'd become either an Oberon or the Oberon. Speaking of which, were you cosplaying as anything?" I asked. My Wolf-no, my Kemono companion merely shook her head in response. "Nien, I don't like Cozplaying, and I do not vant to look anymore like a child zan what many expect of me from firzt appearanze."

"Okay~ So you're not one for dressing up, M'kay. Right, getting back to the point." I said, trying to steer the conversation from dangerous waters as I realized she was older than she looked. "Thing is, since there's more than One Displaced Person out there, there are means of travelling through the Void itself, mostly through items... Known as Tokens." I pulled my War greatsword off my back and put it down Blade-first. "For example, I used my sword, War, as a Token, so if someone were to use one of it's counterparts in the vast multiverse, then I'd have to heed the user's call... Also, it could still be used as a weapon if I've already been summoned by somebody. However, Tokens can be any item you feel best represents you. I think some have gone as far as to use a small rock as a Token, but I could be mistaken."

The little wolf seemed to be deep in thought as she glanced at what she had, before reaching for the Young Wolf's Howl sword on her back. "So you wish to make a Token?" I asked her. The she-wolf nodded, before holding the blade out to me. "Whoa there, you can't just let somebody else make the Token for you, you have to do it yourself, or the Token would call me instead. Then again, I can help with the void portal..." I glanced to where the mark was still there. "I'll open another one for ya, you just have to decide what your 'Summoning message' should be." I grinned, slamming my hands and reactivating the circle with a flash of light. "Alright, you're clear Ma'am!"

The little wolf cleared her throat, before she started speaking. "To those of you who need a healer, or a warrior of the gun and Blade, I am- as she was about to say her name, a flux of energy within the void suddenly went off, deafening me and preventing me from hearing her exact name, but I could tell it started with a 'U'(2). Shaking the cobwebs out of my head, I groaned as I looked up in time to see the little wolf cast her blade into the void. A minute passed and her sword drifted back towards her, hilt first. She grabbed it with a confused look, almost like she was expecting the sword to not return to her.

"Uh, miss?" I asked the little she-wolf, the girl blinking and turning to me. "Ja? Vat is it?" I cleared my throat, before gathering up what I wanted to say. "Right, if we're sticking together, we'd need to know each other's names. I'll start." I cracked my neck and let out a sigh, before continuing. "My Name is Victor, Victor John Lazarus." I said, holding out a hand.

The little wolf seemed to contemplate what I said, before nodding and shaking it. "Victor, zat's sie old language for 'Conquerer', is it not?" she asked me. I nodded. "Yeah, well, I did survive a premature birth, and grew up fairly normal, so I guess that's why." I shrugged, "but that's neither here nor there, still haven't gotten your name ye-" I was cut off by the little wolf. "It's Urara." she said, looking away.

I froze at the name, not noticing Urara walk out of the cave, before I finally found my voice. "Oh, bloody hell." I muttered. I was likely stuck with a Bad-tempered little wolf-girl for the rest of my travels... This was so not good.

Location: Maretropolis. POV: Foxie…

I sighed as I made my way down the Maretropolis street, trying not to think about the rather hard verbal thrashing Frederick had given me for almost getting arrested by the coppers. Franny waking up and realizing what I'd gone through didn't help matters. I still don't understand why she keeps feeling the need to hit me!?

If you're wondering why I'm not being looked over twice, it's thanks to the fact that I was currently disguised as a species of native sentient known as a Diamond Dog... Or at least, a sub-species known as a Diamond Fox, whom are known for their slender body designs, long legs and a somewhat nicer attitude than a Diamond Dog. Unfortunately, they had a bad rep of being thieves and swindlers, some of the more racist ideals being to 'Never Trust a Diamond Fox.' Never says why though.

'Ah hope they at least get a bettah publik apperance aftah what ah did.' I muttered under my breath, since even though I was being chased by the coppers, I did see the girl I'd saved yelling at the cop for trying to get me arrested after I saved her chastity from those crooked bums. Then again, whenever I passed anyone in the street, they keep making snappy remarks at me, mostly calling me 'Sly Bitch', 'Fox Whore' and 'Inbred degenerate' behind my back, not that it did them any good, since I could hear them clear as day thanks to my sharp hearing.

I was shaken from my brooding when I bumped into somebody, a girl, judging by the feminine yelp when I did. I backed up a few steps, taking a better look at the the girl I'd bumped into, whom was rubbing the base of her tail where she'd sat on in a painful manner.

I took note that she was around sixteen years old, with deep purple, almost violet curly hair that curled to her left side, just over her horn, along with a tail that had a similar design. She had a pure white body, much like my little sister Maggie, minus the pink colouration my sis had, with a delicate curve here and there, as well as perky D-cup breasts and a cute little short muzzle. Taking note of her dress, I took note that it was similar to a 'Sailor Fuku' attire, the light purple pleated skirt barely skimming the knee and having a gold-coloured band around the hem. The shirt was rather modest, not even exposing her midriff, though I took note of a pattern that seemed to be an after-market addition, likely by the girl herself, that being three diamond shapes, each coloured a teal blue against the white of her shirt.

The girl shook her head, seemingly trying to snap out of a daze she was in, before she looked up at me. "Terribly sorry, miss, I wasn't looking where I was going, been a little... Distracted as of late." she said, my CASIE Social Enhancer(3) picking up that she was being completely honest. "Oh, I'm sorry for bumping into you, my name is Rarity, Rarity Belle, and you are...?"

"It's noh problem, missus Rarity, ma name is Foxie, Foxie Fahzbear." I said to the young girl as I helped her to her feet. "Huh, I was told that Diamond Foxes were uncouth savages, but you seem rather polite." she said, causing my eyelid to twitch in annoyance and almost causing me to miss the "No Offense." from Rarity.

"It's... Fine missus Rarity, it's just that ever since ah've entered this 'ere city, Ah've been 'Arrassed just fer bein' a Diamond Fox. Yer probablih the first person ta treat meh liak a sentient being rather than a walkin' Spatoon." I grumbled. Rarity grimaced at what I said, "Ugh, that's pretty terrible darling!" I blushed at what she said. 'Darling!?' I mentally squawked, but Rarity suddenly realized she had other problems... Such as the bell in the distance

"Oh No, I'm late! I have to go! See you later miss Foxie!" Rarity gasped, before jogging off. I watched her go, then sighed. "At least she was nich tah meh." I muttered, before walking off to the Immigration building to register myself as my current disguised form to get a chance of having a job.

Now, I just have to remember why the girl named 'Rarity Belle' looked so familiar to me...
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Location: Soggy Cave Entrance. POV: Third Person...

Once Victor had recovered from his Heroic BSOD, the Oberon and his new companion now stood outside the cavern. "Got everything?" he asked his little friend. She merely nodded in response. "Ja. Zen again, all I had vas sie clothes on mien back and those itemz I bought from zat swinehund ven I got here." she sighed.

A *-Blup-Chik!-* caught their attention. "Eh?" Victor blinked, before holding out his hand to call up his Menu. "Vat is it?" Urara asked him. Victor stared a little longer, before sighing, his head moving in a way that implied he was rolling his eyes. "TF2 'Logic' at it's finest." he muttered. "Vat do you..." Urara was about to ask, before blinking as she remembered something. "Ach, let me guess, Sandvich respawned?"

"Got that in one." Victor nodded, before digging through his carrier bag and pulling it out. "You want it?" he asked. "Nien, you eat it." she sighed. "M'Kay." he muttered, tucking his helmet under his left arm as he glanced around. "So... Where do you think we should go?" the Oberon asked his companion. "I do nott know, but I zink it should be zat-avay." she said, pointing over her shoulder. "Alright then. Let's go." Victor sighed, before biting into the Sandvich. "Hm... Good Stuff! Anything you can think of doing?"

"How about becoming Merzenaries, or at least, bounty 'unters?" Urara muttered. "That's an Idea. Bounty Hunting is a better idea though, Means we'd still have some form of loyalty from that damnable Geneva Convention or whatever berks work here... Damn Hypocrites they are." Victor muttered as he took a bigger bite into his Sandvich.

A growl then caught their attention. "Look alive, we've got company." Victor growled as he put away his Sandvich, shoved his helmet back on, and pulled the Queenbreaker's Bow off his back, Urara doing the same with Young Wolf's Howl.

For a few Minutes, there was nothing, then the Manticore suddenly tore through the trees and charged straight for them! Victor bullet jumped away, avoiding the beast, while Urara suddenly vanished, the Manticore looking at it's paw in confusion after trying to swipe at her afterimage. Then Urara suddenly sliced that same paw clean off, causing the Manticore to roar in pain before it was silenced by a charged shot from Queenbreaker's Bow ripping through it's head!

The Manticore flopped over lifeless, with Urara and Victor walking up to it's corpse. "Vhat is that thung?" Urara asked her much taller companion as she poked it with Young Wolf's Howl. "A Manticore. Body of a Lion, wings of a bat and the tail of a Scorpion. And a Hundred percent really annoying." Victor grumbled, before chopping the tail off... Only for a glowing item to fall from it. "Okay, I was intending to harvest the venom, but that works too." The Cybernetic Oberon said as he picked up the object. "Vhat vas that you picked up?"

"A Blueprint, seems to be one for an... Orokin power cell!?" Urara blinked at Victor's loud Squee and dance. However, a snarl pulled him out of his Victory party. Turning around, a bunch of wolves that looked to be made of wood came snarling out from the trees.

"Dammit, why are we dealing with so many monsters all of a sudden!? What, are we supposed to Level Grind?" Victor snarked as the Wooden Wolves started prowling around them, before he held up The Queenbreaker's Bow and blasted an oncoming wooden wolf to kindling.

Urara pulled her Thorn Hand Cannon off her Thigh, flashing her panties and making Victor turn red under his helmet, and started shooting at the wolves... Or at least, she tried to. The first shot made her smack her forehead, earning a yelp of pain as she grabbed her forehead, tears coming to her eyes from the hit and making her unable to see the charging Alpha!

However, Victor did, throwing War with enough force to shatter the wolf from the impact! Slapping the Battery into Queenbreaker, he then slammed a foot down, a six metre field of red energy spreading across from where he was facing. One of the wolves dashed right at him, only to be set ablaze from the Hallowed Ground igniting the wood that made it up.

After that, it was easy pickings, Victor spamming Smites and Hallowed Grounds to deal with the wolves, and Renewals to heal and buff them both. Urara just leapt around and slashed at them with her Young Wolf's Howl, ignoring the use of her Thorn Hand Cannon to prevent another headache. Half an Hour later, there was a lot of kindling, several Blueprints that only Victor knew how to use and two tired wannabe Bounty Hunters.

"Is... That all?" Victor asked wearily. Urara poked her head over his shoulder and her eyes widened. "Don't tell me, Cockatrices?" Victor groaned. "Is zat vhat you call zhose chicken headed Lizard things?" Urara asked, Victor nodding. "Beware their gazes, it can turn you to stone with direct contact!" He shouted, before throwing a Smite at one of them!

"Dammit, where the bloody hell is a Heroic Solar Goddess when you need her!?" Victor roared in anger as he blew the brains of a Cockatrice all over the forest floor with Ace of Spades and Urara burned another one alive with a stab from Young Wolf's Howl!

Meanwhile, in Canterlot... Twenty-eight Kilometres away from the forest.

Princess Celestia was enjoying a rather nice cup of Neighponese tea when she suddenly, and violently sneezed. "Ugh, either I'm coming down with something, or somebody's talking about me." she sighed, wiping her nose with a hanky she'd pulled from her rather impressive DD sized breasts. A Scroll appearing in front of her via a flash of Green Dragonfire made her grab it, unroll it and quickly shift through it, her brow twitching slightly and her horn sparking a bit in frustration. "Ugh, Sometimes, I wonder if Twilight will ever find a Boyfriend at this rate, with how she focuses on her studies? I mean, seriously, a catalogued list of her previous letters?" The solar goddess sighed, lowering her letter as she looked up at the morning sky. "I wish Luna were here. Subtle she may not be, but at least she was good at making people focus on other things."

That was when the sound of a teleport spell made her stand up, her rather supple rear jiggling slightly, causing her to grimace, she needed to cut down on the cakes! It's a wonder she still had a curvy figure and wasn't pudgy! The teleporter turned out to be her Nephew, Prince Blueblood the IVth, who was looking rather panicked about something. "Ah, Blueblood, what ails you today?" she asked.

"SAXTON BAAAALE!!!!" A rather loud, Testosterone-laden yell echoed from the Courtyard, being swiftly followed by the angry snarls of a pair of Tasmanian Tigers, several panicking guards and the greenskeeper swearing up a storm, answering Celestia's question before Blueblood could even speak. She sighed. "Let me guess, one of the rookie guards showed a pair of rare animals from Minostrallia that you were hoping to breed so as to deal with their dwindling numbers to the Minotaur Ambassador of Minostrallia, right?" At Blueblood's resigned nod, Celestia sighed in annoyance. "Hopefully, we're not the only ones having a bad day today."

Back with Urara the Belzewolf Doctor and her Amazing Cybernetic Tenno...

Victor had just finished counting up the blueprints he'd picked up from both his and Urara's recent skirmish with the Cockatrices when both of them sneezed...

...Loudly enough to attract a bored Hydra.

"Aw C'mon, a HYDRA!? We're never going to become Bounty Hunters at this Rate!!" Victor roared in anger as he charged at the monstrous four necked creature with War in hand, Urara not far behind with her Kralle, healing the enraged cybernetic Tenno.

Timeskip... Two days later... POV: Victor.

I sighed as I sat down on a bale of hay, having managed to hitch a ride on a Cargo train after we’d encountered some train tracks and luckily enough, said Cargo Train stopped at a junction. It was a simple matter of getting on as it was picking up speed.

“Well, at least this is a good start.” I sighed, looking at Urara, who’d dozed off on a Hay Bale. She looked so cute like this... Fitting considering her name meant ‘Beautiful’ or ‘Serene’ in Japanese.

I smiled, before looking at the blueprints I’d picked up, looking over the ones for the Orokin Power Cell. From the looks of it, I required Alloy Plate, which might be a problem, since I would need to figure out what would be a decent alloy, Aluminium being a decent start, Nano Spore, which was a little harder, since I may not be able to get a decent substitute and Salvage, which I can get from junkyards no problem. The hard part is figuring out how I can make it. I had no foundry to 3D Forge it.

“Great.” I groan as I put it aside in my bag. I wondered if I could download the data, make it so I could store it to remember? I shrugged. Leave it for later.

I sat back as I chewed on my Cookies and Cream bar, intending to leave half for Urara. Hope she doesn’t mind White ‘Chocolate’... Actually, Hope she can stomach it, I didn’t know if she was able to eat it to begin with.

I finished my candy, putting the Half-Eaten Bar away and lying back, idly setting my Radar to alert me if the train stopped or if hostiles approached. A transhuman I may be, but I still needed rest! I knew Blackjack went Doolalee after a full body cybridization made her not require sleep!

I laid down next to my little friend, lying on a hay bale next to hers. She was snoozing peacefully, making me smile at her delicate face curled in a smile. I smelt her head fur, noting she had a lovely scent.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when I awoke, the train had stopped. I looked out to see that we were in the middle of a desert, a US like one if the Cacti meant anything, and it was nightfall. I pulled out Ace of Spades, cocking the hammer as I gently shook Urara awake, who murmured cutely. “Vhat is it?” She asked, noticing how tense I was.

“Keep your guard up, I think we have hostile company.” I told her, making her pull out Thorn reflexively. “Got et.” she muttered, her voice low as I grabbed my bag and strained my ears. “Two Foes. Armed vith crude rudimentary pistols, I can tell from zheir stiff mechanisms. Zey have hostages, und are in sie next carriage.” she whispered to me. “Zheir colleagues are in sie next car aftet, und Two more are in sie train engine itself, vith sie driver. I zink zey plan on having ‘Fun’ vith her.” she growled.

I made note of how my hearing was low level compared to Urara’s, before deciding to focus. I carefully searched for the mental switch, before activating my glass shield cloak, having discovered that trick a day ago as I sneaked into the next car via an open window.

The two criminals were standing over the tied up civilians, making me note that the natives were anthro, the armed ones being an Earth Stallion and a Unicorn mare, while the hostages were comprised of mostly Equines, but I took note of a family of Gryphons, if I got how they were protecting a trio of younglings, a pair of Diamond Dogs, who looked far less gorilla-like compared to Canon Rover’s little posse, and to my surprise, a Cathay Khajiit female decked in ESO gear, comprised of a Skinchanger Ruby Leather Helm, a Mazzatun Ancestor Silk shirt, a pair of Rubinite Nord Gauntlets and Rubinite Altmer boots, but no pants. She was growling angrily as I carefully sneaked up behind the two crooks.

“Heh, for a train carryin’ the Rich, as well as Valuable Cargo, it sure was poorly defended.” the Mare Chuckled as she juggled a dagger in hand, which was a Ra-ga dagger and clearly not her’s.

“Yeah. Say, the cat is kinda cute… Doubt the boss would mind if I had a go with her~?” the stallion asked, playing with what used to be a pair of Bosmer Ancestor Silk Leggings, clearly belonging to the Khajiit as the feline let out a nervous mew.

“Feh, I don’t care, so long as I join in~” the Mare grinned as she stepped up to move on the now terrified Khajiit.

Hearing enough, I stood up and decloaked, before gripping the mare on the shoulder, decking her in the face. The stallion cocked back a fist, intent on hitting me, but I quickly pulled the Mare in the path of his punch, knocking her out and I quickly lunged at the Stallion as he was processing what he had just done, slugging him in the face and knocking him unconscious. Dusting off my hands, I looked to the civilians. “Stay low, keep quiet. I can’t free you until my partner and I take down the rest.” I told them.

“Wait. This one can help.” The Khajiit said, making me look at her. I quirked a brow at her. “Do you have a weapon, or any combat or Stealth training?” I asked her.

“This one is a Nightblade. She can assist.” she told me. I noticed she was trying to cut herself free, but with how she was tied, was more than likely to cut herself.

“Alright, but you try intentionally harming me, and I’ll kill you.” I told her. She sighed, before nodding, as I extended my armblade with a thought and cut her free, the other civilians gasping at the sight of the blade in use. “Hmm, that is useful. Think you can get This One a similar arm?” The Khajiit asked me.

“I doubt I can, not as I am now.” I told her. “I would need a company to replicate it, and even then, it would have to be a company I can trust. May I know your name?” I asked her.

“Willow, Willow Reddawn.” she told me, making me blink. ‘Willow Reddawn’ was my ESO Handle. Now that I thought about it, she kinda looked so much like my preferred kitty Nightblade that it was creepy, especially with those Blue eyes and blond hair. “O…Okay? Well then, ‘Willow’, my name is Victor, Victor John Lazarus, whatcha doing here?” I asked.

“Was Lost and passing through. Managed to buy a ticket to ride to the next city.” Willow told me as she took her dagger back, as well as a Trinimac Sword that she retrieved from the Bandits, sheathing it. “I don’t desire to stay, but I am willing to help.”

“Good. We better work fast, they may have heard.” I told her. Willow nodded, before we sneaked further up. I kept my guns low, preferring not to make too much noise.

As we sneaked to the next Car, I noticed Willow had frozen, her ears folding. I strained my own to hear the sound of the bandits raiding the train, making me snarl quietly as Willow disappeared in a puff of smoke, though I could make out a ripple in the air as she sneaked in. Finding that mental Switch, I activated Cloak again, following Willow.

I found Willow easily dealing with the Bandits, mostly by sneaking up, stabbing them and dragging them out of sight, making me grin as I took note of the interior, which made me realize why they attacked the train. The carriage was loaded to the brim with stacks of glowing crystals, pallets of Black metal ingots, ornate swords and engraved new-model guns (for Equestria) like the M1 Garand and Gweher 43… The Bandits would have been set for years if they got to sell it, and near unstoppable with their stolen weapons!

A Feminine Cry of Pain from the Engine snapped me out of my thoughts, making me disable Cloak and barge past a surprised Bandit, slamming through the carriage door to set eyes upon a sight that made my blood freeze for a moment. Urara was pinned to the floor, Thorn out of her reach, with one of the bandits Dead, and the other holding her down and ripping her clothes off!

The sight made my vision Bleed red. “GET OFF HER!” I roared, as my arm panels snapped open, the parts shifting as a blue glow filled my vision and a whining sound filled my ears, the Bandit looking up at my shout.

*VzzzZZZ-BAM!*

The bandit was thrown off Urara, slamming into the steel wall of the locomotive and hearing him gag, then gurgle as he slumped. I blinked and looked down at my right arm, seeing the panels had opened up, my hand having clenched into a fist, detached and tucked itself under my forearm, which revealed an advanced looking blaster, steam emitting off It's glowing barrel and armatures as it cooled down.

I recognized it for what it was, a PEPS Cannon Augmentation, designed to non-lethally takedown my foes. “Shite, Darvo, you gave me a lot of firepower.” I muttered, before checking the pulse of the bandit… Only to find none. “Oh, Fuckberries.” I grimaced as Willow rushed in.

“What happened!?” she asked, covered in Blood. I gave her a look, before inhaling and exhaling, calming myself down. “Bandit snuck up on Urara, managed to surprise her, wanted to rape her… And I just acted, blasted him with, well, This.” I said, waving a hand at my PEPS Cannon.

Willow stared wide-eyed at it, gently grasping my muscle bundles and making me grimace, realizing that the Muscle Bundles were extra sensitive. “By the Nine, Dwemer never had technology this advanced, and on the level that could resemble a limb of Man, Mer and Besmer alike, while packing such Power.” she mewled, looking like she was wetting herself with arousal.

I felt a soft hand touch my shoulder, making me look to see Urara looking at me, her mismatched eyes filled with Concern. “Victor, are you hurting?” she asked me.

I sighed, gently touching her paw. “I should be asking you that, you almost got raped.” I told her. She gave me a look and swatted my chest.

“Nott remotely vut I meant!” she growled, as I Rubbed my chest. “You locked up after you checked for a pulse! You are in shock!” she snarled, though it sounded like a whine.

I blinked at what she said, before remembering that Urara had witnessed her family dying before her eyes, Most at the hands of a Jerkass Demon, the last in her arms with her likely learning the spell that would have saved her After opening the chest, and had to make her first kill at the tender age of either Ten or Eleven. There was No One who knew better than she did, aside from Willow, and she didn't notice, as she was still squeeing over my arm. I sighed, before hugging her.

“Urara, It's okay.” I said. “Better it happened now than later.” I sighed, hugging her. She meeped in a cute fashion, making me force out a chuckle. “Besides, We still need to get to our stop.” I added. “Gotta get the Train up and running again, maybe find a place to cash these turds in.” I tapped the deceased Bandit with my foot.

“Vell, at least Ve got an early start.” Urara chuckled, though it sounded bitter to my ears.

Location... Maretropolis. POV: Chico.

I watched from the roof of the building my family had arrived on, scanning the city below in a very batman-esque manner, my rifle on my back, armed and Ready.

I knew I was not exactly a ‘hero’, more a Vigilante, but considering that This section of the city was heavily riddled with criminal activity, I felt the need to Do somethingother than ignore the Problem.

As I kept vigil, I heard the shattering of glass, making me jerk my head towards the sound, seeing a rather scraggly looking Unicorn racing out of a store with a large sports bag under his Arm.

I grinned, before firing my grappling line to a nearby building and took a leap, winching my grappling line in as I swung. I did not want to repeat the first time I tried that trick Without winching in the grappling line! So embarrassing that was.

Shaking myself out of silly Accidents, I gave chase, trying to catch up to him. “Halt!” I barked out, reaching for Maggie, my Gunstock weapon. “Or I will be forced to use force!”

“FUCK OFF, FREAK!” He yelled out to me as he pulled a firearm out. I balked and Barely avoided his bad shooting, One of the rounds grazing my arm! “Fuck!” I hissed, shooting back at him.

He dodge pretty well for the first few shots till I nicked his ankle and he toppled like a sack of potato. “Fucker!” he snarled slowly getting up and running on his bad leg. He rushed through the night crowds, jumping over the carriages and trying to get away.

“Hey Jackass! I have wings!” I pointed out as I rushed after him, though I was kinda bluffing. I was using my back repulsors to keep myself in flight, but unlike wings, more maintains a degree of Gliding. Of course, I was projecting fake wings So I would resemble a Gryphon, So it worked for my act.

“FUCK OFF!” he yelled as I passed a few women with some really stylish hair and the guy ended up in an empty side of the crowds. “Gotcha, stringbean!” I yelled. “Drop your packages, and your gun, now!”

He snarled at me before lifting a car with magic and tossing it at me. “CATCH THIS, FLAPPY BIRD!” he yelled. It barely missed me, but was heading for the pony with the stylish hair!

“Oh for fuck’ sake!” I yelled as the Girl screamed, before I managed to get ahead of the Carriage and catch it, stopping it before impact!*“Nice Hair, ma’am.” I said, my arms creaking as I held the telekinetically thrown carriage above my head.

“Oh, t-thank you.” she said as I hefted the empty vehicle up and aimed for the Unicorn, throwing the carriage at the Crook as he watched in shocked awe. He was swiftly flattened under the carriage.

“He’ll Live.” I said, firing my grappling line and launching myself skyward. “Better call the cops, ma’am!” I called to her.

“I will, sir, but who are you!” She call out.

“Just call me Longshot.” I told her, before I got out of range, barely avoiding a grey coloured pegasus mare with blond hair and oddly quirked eyes.

It didn't take me long to get home, though I was never more thankful for my ability to Cloak. I bumped into Franny on the way in. “Oh, hey sis.” I said. “How was your Patrol?”

“Had gotten a guy trying to pinch a carriage. Expensive one too. I’m glad we’re keeping our younger siblings out of this. I almost got shot.” She told me.

“Yeah. Foxy?” I asked as she walked in. “How did things go?”

“Fine. Bank robbary, gave those rather Well armed thugs a good kickin’, but had ta dash since they weren’t exactly quiet with them fancy guns.” She said. “Coppers nearly got meh, but ah was able to give em’ the slip.”

“Damn it, Foxy.” I groaned. She never would know subtle if it attempted to violate her.

“If the heat from the cops get too heated, we may have lay low!” Franny scolded her. “We can’t risk going to jail!”

“Sorry.” Foxy whined. I always noted Foxy hated being yelled at.

“Look, just, be more subtle next time, or I’m pulling you till you can be.” My ursan sister sighed, making Foxy whimper.

“Hey, done with Patrol. Wassup?” Bonnie said, walking in with a grunt.

“Foxy almost got us in caught, or at least herself caught by the cops.” Franny groaned. “Chico how was yours?”

“Caught some guy raiding a shop, though I barely avoided getting shot. He nearly crushed a civilian with a carriage had I not stopped him and thrown it back at him.” I told them. “He's probably going to be picking Wood chips from his Head.”

“Did the cops get near you?” She asked me.

“Nah.” I said. “Had to Tell the Civilian to call them and left before they could arrive.” I said. “Bonnie, how did yours go?”

“Good, I got to kick the ass of an attempted rapist.” he told us.

“Ah.” I said as Foxy growled, though there was a flicker of fear in her eyes. “Punished?”

“Strung him up by his testicles.” Bonnie huffed. “His Female helper, is currently stripped and hanging out of a trash can with her ass in the air.”

“Good.” Franny growled. “Women like those give the good ones a bad name.”

“Yeah. Same with lads like him.” Bonnie huffed. "Well, we better get to bed. At least make sure we don't make Maggie and Fredrick panic."

We mutally agreed. Those two were quite the worrywarts when it came to the safety of our family.

Author's Note

(1) Think of the Stable Tears from Bioshock Infinite, only that they open to the void.

(2) Urara's full Displacement Speech is: "To those of you who need a Healer, or a Warrior of the Gun and Blade, I am Urara Belzewolf. If you worship Evil's Might, beware my Power, or it'd be your Last."

(3) The CASIE Social Enhancer is an Upgrade in Deus Ex Human Revolution, though in this case, is more an Upgrade added by the Fazcrew's 'Father' to better understand emotions and how to convey them as well.

Patrol 3: Awkward Love and Demonic hunts.

Location… White Stone Plains. POV: Urara…

Well, This is rather awkward.

Ever since we entered White Stone Plains, which had This massive Salt field next to the rather tiny town, I couldn't help but notice how… Detached Victor was.

Now, don't get me wrong, contrary to belief on Vulpa and Ruki's end, I may have gotten off the wrong foot with them, but I would like to see you keep a straight face at being laughed at for asking politely for a duel!

Ah, rambling again. Dammit. Anyway, I kept noticing how Victor seemed to, for lack of better term, Have his Head in the clouds. He was barely paying attention to what was going on, and I had to help him avoid getting run over by… A horse drawn carriage? Okay? Reminds me of those ‘rickshaws’ I heard about back on Emoh, only more Fancy.

I shook my Head, before looking at Victor, who was manhandling a tubular looking gun that I had never Seen before. It heavily resembled a ‘Markov’, with a rounded heavy looking barrel and a suppressor that was attached to the front of the gun. I quirked a brow at it, then turned to him.

“Victor, vut is that?” I asked him. He paused, then looked at me, then at the gun, before he shrugged. “A Russian PB Pistol. Cold War Era that was still in use by the Russian Spec Ops back in my old World, last I checked.” he said, shrugging.

“I… See.” I said, before noticing an odd object. “Huh?” I blinked, walking up to an object lying in a trough.

It was a badge of a sword with a blood red tint. I quirked my Head at it as I picked it up, shaking the lukewarm water off it. “Vut is zis?” I muttered, turning it over in my hands as Victor walked over, holstering his gun.

“I am the Huntress of the Void. Summon me and I will slay the beasts of your world.” A female voice all but snarled in a blood thirsty tone. The badge glowed a deeper red during the whole speech, blood dripping from it.

Okay, even I doubt I was That much of a Psycho when I used to open my Jagan. I Mentally remarked as Victor gave it A flat look, having seen it drip blood. “Hmm, Huntress of Void, getten your arse over here.” I said, Victor giving me an amused look.

A portal opened up and a female figure rolled through, her sword drawn. Once she stopped the roll, she stood up and looked around, an ornate pistol in her left hand and the foreign looking sword in her right with an ornate scabbard on her left hip. Her attire was like a trench coat, black with a brown/white undershirt, black leather pants and boots, with many belts holding a number of different gear, from a lantern, to paper the sparked with electricity. Her face was covered by a scarf, but the Canine muzzle told me she was of a similar species type to myself. What stood out was her deep blood red hair against her brown fur.

All in All, I was reminded of a Less Muscular Vulpa who dug around a gothic bargain bin for her clothes. Heh, if I ever see her again, I am going to crack jokes at her expense.

“So who might you two be?” She asked as a pair of haunted blue eyes looked us over. Likely she was accessing our threat level to herself.

I wasn't impressed. “Mien name is Urara, zis is Victor, und I found zis,” I held up her Token. “In there.” I gestured to the Water Trough.

“Ah, my token. Being stuck in a...well, nothing important for you to know. What do you wish me to do?” She asked.

“Well, We could use the company.” Victor shrugged. “Willow split after we arrived, and we have yet to find a place to stay.” he said, his bag of coins jingling slightly.

“Okay, I’ll follow. Not like much is happening back where I came from.” She said, shrugging and holstering her weapons, moving the scarf down to reveal herself as a wolf.

Okay, She really reminded me of Vulpa. Give those eyes a hint of green, and she would be a scrawny Vulpa… Though her eyes were something I was familiar with.

I saw them in a mirror every Day after all.

Shaking off those thoughts, I pulled her out of the path of a carriage, hearing the snort of disapproval from the Puller. I flipped him the Bird in response.

“Very rude, of course, I wouldn’t know much kindness since the end of the Nightmare.” She sighed.

“Yharnam?” Victor asked with a blank tone.

“Yeah, can’t go back, can’t do much else but sit and twiddle my thumbs, all because I was not the real hunter.” She sighed.

“The Vut?” I blinked, looking at her. What was she talking about?

“Nothing that would make sense to those without the insight of my world.” She shrugged.

“You got offed by Gherman?” Victor asked.

“Ah...yes...though I did not wake...like I was supposed to. Being a Displaced is weird.” She sighed. Victor sighed, before hugging her, rubbing her ears. I looked on, feeling a tightness in my chest at the sight of him hugging her. “I’m not that upset over it.” She chuckled. “Even after...the darkness of wherever I am...floating between the waking world and the dream, I’m not insane...or lonely.”

“You're welcome to come over if you need company.” Victor said as I bit my lip, not understanding why I was feeling like This.

“Hmmm, sure, just to chat. The messengers miss me if I stay away too long. And other...well hunters would miss my wisdom while they run the rat race.” She chuckled. “Being outside is strange, frightening, but seeing the confusion of my replacements is always a pick-me-up.”

“Well, We need hobbies.” Victor shrugged as I hugged him, my chest churning, before he petted my ears, making me purr as the painful feeling ebbed.

“Well, as I always say, Insight of things beyond others comprehension make you seem mad.” She chuckled. “Though, I should probably shut up before I do seem mad. It looks as if your journey has just begun, no need to burden you.”

“Hmmm.” I said, grinding my thighs. For some reason, Victor’s scent was making me, feel giddy. Said Male chuckled and looked at her. “So, What's your name?” He asked her.

“Hmmm...I think it was...Samantha?” She said questioning her own memory. Victor grimaced, before nodding.

“Ah, well, Samantha, I wish you the best of luck. You wanting to go, or stay a little longer?” He asked her.

“Well if you wish me to stay till you find a place, I can. But I wouldn’t mind going home.” She told us.

“Thanks Sam.” Victor said, before he cringed. “I-I mean, Samantha!” He yelped as I licked his side.

“Hey, I don’t mind. Not like I really know if it’s my name or one I just heard eons ago.” She chuckled. Victor shrugged, before he looked over the town, as I idly watched.

White Stone Plains wasn't the biggest town, but neither was it the smallest. It Made It's Living selling Salt from the plains, something that I remember Victor mentioning that it was like the Salt Flats of a place called Arroyo, or Something along the lines. There were a few inns, but two had kicked us out for not being of a certain species.

“Never been to a place like this.” Samantha said as she looked at the town.

“Yeah.” Victor sighed as I glanced at the Third of the Six inns in this town. “Never been to the Salt Flats myself, only saw photos, but This is a Neat place.”

I Personally was feeling thirsty, since the scent of Salt in the air was tickling my nose. But I stayed silent. Enjoy scent while I can.

“Well, I guess this is bye. You seem to have found a town to stay in.” She said looking at us.

“Eh, for now.” I shrugged as we entered the Inn, a dog looking up at Us.

“Hmm, you ‘ere for a room?” she asked Us, tipping her wide-brimmed hat as Victor nodded. “That’ll be sixty for the Night. Least I don't have to Pay for the door like my Brother Castus.” she said.

“Good day you all.” Samantha said before fading.

“Huh, that was… Creepy.” the Innkeeper said. Victor added another Ten Coins to the amount he put. “...But I don't see nothin’. Have a good Night.”

“Danke.” I said as Victor scooped me up, making me yelp in surprise. “V-Victor!?”

“Thought you looked tired.” Victor said, carrying me up as I felt my cheeks burn at realizing I was in a bridal carry, my face burning. “You look cute with a blush, you know?”

“I don’t!” I mewled, glancing away. He chuckled at that, before opening the door to our room. I huffed at his chuckle and jumped from his hold onto the bed. He smiled lightly, before walking to the bathroom. “Gonna take a quick wash. You're Free To use it after me.” he told me.

“Hmmph.” I huffed into my pillow, trying to ignore the aching feeling in my gut. I heard him walk by me, before the door shut to the bathroom. I waited for the sound of running Water, before I ground my thighs and trapped my right hand between them, my Mind and Body in turmoil. Not only did he save me from that Bandit, but he Also prevented me from losing my chasity, which I had been saving for my first mate. “Why can't I stop thinking of him like… zat!?” I whined as I thought of his great Big dick that I had glimpsed on my first meeting and been taking peeks… And had been imagining being pushed into me.

I mewled in Fear at the thought of him forcing himself on me, knowing I would not survive getting my virginity lost like that… But another part of me wanted to feel such sensations.

“Gott, I feel like a Pervert.” I whined as tears prickled the corner of my eyes.

I heard Victor humming from the bathroom, though he let loose a grunt every now and again. I bit my lip, trying not to think of him mating me. I had only met him for less than a week! I felt my walls clamp on my claw tip, making me gasp as I realized I had pushed my Hand into my panties without realizing it as I came.

“F-fuck.” I whimpered, feeling ashamed as I leaked on the bed. I heard Victor finish, making me sit up and pull my Hand out, hoping I could hide that I had spent probably Five to ten minutes masterbating!

He walked out, rubbing his rather ape-like ear with a towel. “Alright, Bathroom’s Free, Urara.” he said as he sat on the bed. I never moved faster than I did in my life, being in the bathroom and the door shut as I fought down a whine. “Huh.” I heard him say behind the door. “She must have really needed to pee.”

I gulped, hoping he did not find my cum on the bed. I did not want to be named something like ‘the Flood’ or similar. I looked around the bathroom, noting that while simple, as expected of an inn, it thankfully had working Plumbing and a shower.

Never did like baths, especially with how your basically washing yourself in your own filth.

I started to strip, my shirt and dress coming off first, followed by my necksock, before I pulled my panties off, grimacing at the tingling I felt in my Crotch. I leaned on the wall and hopped into the shower, turning the knob.

I quickly found the default was cold, making me yelp. I quickly turned the knob to the center as the Water warmed up.

“You okay in there?” Victor asked, having heard my yelp.

“J-ja.” I gasped, shivering as the water trickled around my body. It was one thing after a workout, but to be aroused? That was another Kettle of fish entirely. I stroked my sensitive pussy, feeling the jolts as I chewed my lower lip, thoughts of cubs hovering in my mind. “Ach, vut is vrong vith me?” I whined softly. I never had these thoughts before!

“Uh, Urara? You trying to drown yourself?” Victor asked in concern, making me realize I had Left the water on. I quickly shut it off, leaning on the wall and sliding to the floor as my thoughts were conflicted. “Everything okay?” He asked.

“J-ja.” I mewled, even though I was lying through my teeth as I took the soap in one Hand and stroked myself in the other. “J-just going to take a vhile.”

“Okay, I’ll see what they have to eat and bring you back some food.” He told me. I merely nodded, idly lathering myself as I laid back, letting the suds settle into my fur.

I don't know why I was feeling like this? I mean, I was young, but I never felt like This until I saw him in the cave. I also had an odd sense of, for lack of a better term, recognition, even though I had never met him before.

Biting my lip as the sensation built up again, I groaned as I bucked into my own hand, imagining it as a large cock shoving into my folds as I whined, imagining the Man outside thrusting into me as my Heart raced at a million miles an hour.

Eventually, I mewled as I came, spraying my fluids across the bathroom floor with a muffled cry as I had covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

I heard the door open as Victor walked in, the smell of food filling the room next door. I felt my stomach gurgle, making me whine as I struggled to my feet, managing to pull the knob as the water hit my lithe frame.

“Okay, they had steak...and it’s not really cooked well. Town’s mostly Ponies and few Carnivores pass through.” He said as the bed creaked. “Did the Cleaning Lady dump something on the bed?”

“I… Zink so?” I said, my accent getting heavy from my stress. Don't sniff it, don't sniff it, don't sniff it! I thought in a panic. “Zhink she vus shuffling around?”

“I wasn’t gone that long was I? Was she stealing something?” He asked as I heard him moving around.

“I don't Zink so?” I mewled as I turned off the water, grimacing as I wiped myself with the towel provided.

“It smells in here. Like fish?” He said as a window opened. I gulped, hoping he won't connect the dots. I shook my Head to let my unruly mane ‘Pomf’ out. “Think someone’s been having sex in here before us. My nose isn’t that good, well it is now, but my brains new to all these greater senses.”

I squeaked in terror, but managed to keep it down. Hope he won't realize it was me! “M-maybe a previous occupant?”

“I’ll call the front desk, have them clean up in here.” He said, grabbing the phone, I could hear the plastic clanging. “Hello? Yes, I would like to know if someone else had our room before we came in today. It actually, well, reeks.”

I gulped, hoping that it was the case, since I didn't want to have him yelling at me.

“No? So wait, we’re the first in three days? Um, yes thank you.” He said hanging up. I fought down a squeak of terror. “Uh, Urara did you do some...lewd things while I was gone?” He asked. “Not that I’m bothered, Girls have needs, just as guys do.”

“I… Yes.” I whined, not wanting to open the door.

“Are you okay?” He asked. “I’m not judging, just want to know.”

I opened the door, averting my eyes to not look at him, so I didn't see him walk over until I was given a Hug.

“Hey, I’m not the type to make fun of this stuff. If you need space though, I’ll let you have the room to yourself.” I told me, petting my back. I whined, before nuzzling into his chest, taking in his scent as my Tail wagged rapidly. “Feeling better?” He asked.

“Hmph.” I moaned, before he stroked my ears. I moaned and kissed his chest, nuzzling the area.

“Ah, Urara?” He asked.

“Hmm?” I mewled, feeling light headed. I had No real Idea why, but I felt… Safe near him.

“Why are you kissing my chest?” He asked. I balked, realizing what I was doing.

“Uh, I, um…” I said, trying to thread a sentence together.

“Urara?” He questioned. I gulped, before looking him in the eyes, seeing them full of confusion and concern. “I… I zink I like you.” I mewled, the pricking feeling at the corners of my eyes.

“I-I can see that.” He told me. I whined, before he suddenly kissed me on the nose, making me yelp. “Honestly, you're pretty damn cute, but as much as I want to get… Frisky, It's kinda too early for me. Maybe if we get to know each other better, then Yeah, I’ll be happy to be yours.”

I whined, before kissing him again, my tail possibly making a large tornado in another state from how fast it was wagging.

“Hmmmpht!” He exclaimed into the kiss, before he gently held me, his tongue looping around mine as I copied his actions. Eventually, We pulled back to properly breath. “Heh, my first kiss.” he chuckled, kissing my forehead where my Jagan was.

“It vus mein vith a male.” I giggled, feeling giddy.

“Well, let's get some sleep.” He said getting up. I purred as I walked to the bed, my clothes coming on with the snap of magic. “Huh, Neat trick.” he told me.

“Danke.” I said crawling into bed as I laid down. Victor laid beside me, his back to mine as I noticed how warm his back was, especially around the shoulder area.

“So what should we do in the morning!” He asked yawning.

“Try und check sie bounties? Ve vere to be hunters.” I said, snuggling up.

“Sounds about right.” He said, rubbing my ears as he gently rocked me slightly. I purred softly as I heard him start humming soothingly.

“Hmm~” I sighed, my mind gently drifting, feeling so tired.

“Night.” He whispered before we drifted off, my dreams for once, being of comfort rather than confusing jumbles.

Time-skip: Morning, POV: Victor…

I gave a jaw cracking yawn as I got up, scratching my cheek as I did. Had a decent rest compared to the other times. I started to Move, before hearing a murmur at my chest, looking down to see Urara cuddled to my chest.

I blanched, before remembering my talk from last night and felt my cheeks burn slightly. “Huh, so that wasn't a Dream.” I muttered, before lightly scratching her cheek as she mewled and squirmed in her sleep.

Then she chewed my fingers.

“YEOW!!”

POV: Urara...

“Hmmm?” I muttered as I woke up.

“Me Poor Fingers.” Victor whined, making me look to see them to see that they were dripping with blood. “Why did you chew my Fingers?”

“Oh Gott, I’m sorry!” I mewled, grabbing his Hand and licking his fingers, hoping to at least sooth the pain.

“Ow!” He snarled. I whined, backing off at realizing I made it worse. “That bloody stings!”

“Sorry!” I whined.

“Just, get me something to bandage this.” He growled, holding his hand. I flinched at his anger, shocked at how angry he was at me. “Look I’m not angry with you, just in pain.” He groaned.

I nodded, still upset. I hated to admit it, but he was scary when angry.

“You are quite bitey in your sleep.” He groaned. I nodded, before he hugged me. “Hey, I’m not enraged at you. Don’t worry.”

“I… Okay.” I sighed, before kissing his fingers, which were bandaged up nicely. “Are you, Okay?”

“Yeah, let's go start the day.” He said giving me a big grin. I nodded, before walking to the bathroom with a sigh. “You vunt to go, or am I first?” I asked him.

“You first.” He told me, cracking his neck. I nodded, before entering the shower and closing the door, stripping off my panties as I did.

I started the water, standing out of the way of the showerhead so I won’t get a cold blast as I let it warm up. Once satisfied, I stepped in to let the water flow over me. I heard Victor grumbling about his hand as he rummaged through the draws of room.

“Whoa, that’s a lot of gold.” I heard him say. I didn't know what he meant, so I focused on cleaning myself, fighting a moan as I brushed my crotch. The image Victor came into my mind, though so did my bite mark on his hand. I whimpered at the thought, guilt settling in.

“Shit, there must be...over a thousand bits worth...is this some criminal’s stash?” Victor questioned. What did he find?

I decided that could wait, as I still needed to clean myself off. I lathered the rest of my body, biting my lip at how tingly I felt.

“Urara! I think we should…” Victor said, barging in, weapon in hand before stopping. I yipped, covering myself in shock. He blinked, before tossing Thorn at me. “Get your clothes on. We need to go!”

“Vhy!?” I yelped, my face burning as I pulled my clothes on, grabbing Young Wolf’s Howl.

“I just found a huge stash of loot. Some group is using this place to hide their bounty, and I just heard Guards coming in. We either go or explain why we’re here with thousands of bits of loot in our drawers.” He explained.

I groaned, before stumbling to my feet, pulling my panties on with a growl as I dashed out. “You took some, Ja?” I asked as We ran out the door.

“Um...all of it?” He said blushing.

“Gud. Ve need it.” I grinned. “Sides, it vas sie least zey could do anyvay.” I added, giggling at the thought of some thug realizing two random nobodies just took off with their loot by complete chance.

“So where to now?” He said as we passed two guards nonchalantly, the Front Desk taking our payment for the room. We were lucky the local Guards missed us leaving the room.

“Still have sie bounty board to check, und maybe plan for a place to settle, if only for a vhile.” I said as We walked out, though not before avoiding another carriage.

“Yeah, I think I saw one at the guard post. Hopefully they won’t try and arrest us on just the fact we rented the same room as a thug.” He said as we walked to the guard post at the edge of town. I nodded, idly fiddling with Thorn as I thought back to that thug.

I know now it was foolish to think he was alone, but suddenly losing my magic from that sudden disablement spell was rather scary, more so considering that I felt like a weak little girl when that happened. However, I couldn't help but look at Victor, who I noted had only made his first kill on that bandit if I had gauged his reaction correctly.

Yet, he was clearly hiding it. I didn’t know where or how, but he was keeping an iron guard up. I grimaced, hoping I could help him soon.

Reaching the board we found most had been claimed. The only two that weren’t was a new one, Clad, a stallion who was slaughtering the local Cattle. And another one that was so covered up by the others it looked old, with yellow paper, torn sides, and a Sixteen Star Mark on it. Clad had one corner of a star, so who ever this, Herald of Worms was, they were marked high.

“Well, guess we deal with Clad first, eh?” Victor said as I eyed this ‘Herald of Worm’s’ Poster. There was no image, just a generic outline of a robed figure with a book in its hands. The book itself was detailed though. Hide cover, most likely dragon by the scales, and a single eye that burned red, even in a faded image. It was located on the front cover of the book, ineligible letters making up the title.

I felt a little ill looking at the Book, being reminded of Lady Enya. I may not have known her for long, but I found her to be a nice woman. The red eye reminded me of myself, though, or rather, of my jagan when opened.

“Urara?” Victor asked as he put down Clad’s poster. “Do you want to try the Herald?” He asked.

I sighed, before looking at him. “Later. Zey are a high level threat for a reason.” I told him, taking the poster.

“Right. So, Clad was last seen running off for an abandoned mine north of here. Look there for clues?” He suggested.

“Ja.” I said, nodding as we started walking, holstering Thorn and trying to ignore the wolf-whistles as I did.

“Lay off!” Victor yelled in my defence as we left the small town. “Assholes.”

“Victor?” I asked after a bit. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, not that bad.” He said rubbing his hand. “My body is already healing. A lot faster then if I was human, well, fully human. I’ll be okay. I’m mostly glad you didn’t bite my prosthetic arm. You would have broken your teeth.” He explained.

I giggled, though it sounded hollow to my ears, before I sighed. “Not vut I meant. I mean after sie train…”

“No.” He said simply, but not going any further as he moved a bit ahead.

“Victor.” I said, jogging faster.

“Not now. If I talk about it, we’re never going to get this bounty done.” He told me. “After.”

I gave him a look, but decided to keep tight lipped.

After a bit we reached the mine. Webs, fallen beams, and rocks were the most we saw at the entrance. Walking deeper in we found fire pits, homeless people, and drug addicts.

“Do you have any Mitral Dust?” A Zebra, who was nothing more than skin and bones asked us.

“Nien.” I said, pulling out my Kralle and activating it to start flushing the drug out.

“Dingo Grug?” Another asked, this one a balding Gryphon. “Clad said he would raid the farm for it!”

“No.” Victor said as he planted his tuning fork-esqe sword into the ground and casting a wide bubble of healing energy.

Many of the addled groaned as the drugs were flushed, some even seizuring from how far gone they were. Was Clad a druggy too? Or was he the one doing this to them? I started focusing on the Seizuring ones, intent on healing them.

“Clad said he was healing us… Slowing the drugs… Getting food and money.” A whining Dog groaned as she pissed herself.

“He was either lying, or he didn’t know any better.” Victor said, cleaning her up as he started resisicating some of them who had lost consciousness.

“Who are you?!” A Unicorn, carrying bits and bags of stolen food, yelled as he ran in. “These people are under my protection!”

“Most of them are dying from Drug addictions. We’re trying to heal them!” Victor said.

“I was trying to do the same. I’ve been trying new processes.” he growled. “Ones with less risk to their sanity and health!” He growled at us.

“What do you mean?” I asked as a Young Gryphon coughed, his body healed and no longer at risk as I aimed at a Mare.

“Most current medical processes for addiction is isolation in a mental ward. Addiction is seen by most local towns as a fucking mental condition and doctors don’t do proper Detox!” He snarled at us.

“Brother...they’re helping.” A little earth pony, who looked like she was on a drug similar from my own world groaned, moving up to the unicorn.

“We originally were following Clad’s bounty, until We found them.” Victor told him.

“Where’s Clad?” The unicorn snarled, making us blink. “He’s my assistant. I’m...Nurse Sunnyday.” He told us.

“Nurse? Sunnyday? That’s a mare’s name.” Victor said.

“My mother was single and thought she was going to have a girl.” He sighed. “My sister is Midnight Dream.”

“I see. Vell, Clad’s last lead vas right here.” I sighed. “Ve vere looking for leads on him.”

“He was getting more Dingo Grug.” The Gryphon groaned.

“That fucker. He’s undermining my research!” He yelled, making everyone flinch. “No wonder you’ve been relapsing!”

“So I see. Where was Clad’s last location?” Victor asked Sunnyday. “I need a lead on that bastard. He’s wanted for Cattle killing, guess drug trafficking is the next offense.”

“He was supposed to buy food from town. Though he must be getting drugs from those mercs, the Hedge Band. They’re posted in a dig sight to the west. Deadic, I think.” He huffed calming down.

“Huh, So that means We need a lift. Hope We don’t have to deal with another train raid.” Victor said, cocking his rifle.

I nodded as Sunnyday gave us some money to buy tickets before asking us to leave.

“Thanks. We’ll try to bring him in alive.” Victor told them. “Can’t make any promises, though.”

“I don’t think I care.” He sighed. I shrugged, giving his sister a heal boost, before following Victor. “I vish you luck, all of you.” I said, as I left.

“I hope so too.” He sighed. I nodded, before turning to Victor. “So, ve heading to Deadic?” I asked as I took out Thorn again. May as well get used to the weapon better.

“Yeah, let's hurry.” He huffed as we started jogging.

It didn’t take us long to reach the town, though we did have to get a bite to eat. After That, It was to grab tickets and rush to the train. We had found our compartments, and were getting settled in.

“Ah, Ah!” We heard in the room next to us, some women being fucked on the train, and NOT being quiet. I blushed as Victor grumbled in annoyance, though I could see his bulge starting to show. “Yes, you stud, fuck me!” The women groaned as the wall banged.

“Sheesh, those two are really going at it with That bloke.” Victor said, making me blanch.

“T-two!?” I squeaked.

“Fuck! Lissy, you’re going to love this!” The female roared as I guessed she just came. I gulped as Victor sighed, crossing his legs as I ground my thighs together. “By Celestia! Pound me!” She moaned as we both smelled her through the vents.

“How long till the dig site?” He voiced as he looked at the schedule.

“A-anozzer drei hours.” I whimpered, my face heating up.

“I’m going to fuck you both for the whole ride.” The gruff male snarled as the female came again.

“Yes!” They both moaned.

I whined as I rubbed harder, while Victor swore bitterly.

“Ah, fuck! Yes!” The other moan. “Deeper! Give me that knot!”

I slipped a hand between my thighs, rubbing my delicate virgin petals, biting my lip as I heard Victor shift next to me, the human starting to moan. I didn't want to look, least I jumped the gun.

“Ah! Cumming!” The female moaned as we smelled them. I groaned as slipped a finger in my pussy. “So much seed~” She moaned.

I thought of having the same done to me, of cum being pushed into my womb, of the eight months of growth I would have till I popped a cub out. Such thoughts made my walls clench around my finger.

“Next round.” The male chuckled as I heard the first moan again. I heard Victor groan hard as a new scent came. I felt hazy and light headed as I chewed my lip, my scent mixing with the new scent. ‘Gods, give me strength!’ I thought in frustration.

“Yeah, lick my balls!” The male groaned as the floor vent showed what looked like cum had drained into it. I wiggled in my seat as I heard a shuffling on Victor’s end, his breathing erratic as I pushed into my tight cunny. “I want you both to worship what’s giving you pups!”

“Only during breeding.” The second moaned as I heard a gush of cum now.

“Fuck yes. I don’t care who hears. I love you!” The first moaned.

I hissed as I squirmed in my seat, my thoughts hazy and my brain thinking of sex and breeding.

“Damnit.” Victor groaned, as I wiggled in my seat, my bum in the air and my regard for modesty thrown out the window as I rubbed myself in frustration.

I heard him groan again as my butt wiggled and I came. The three were still going at it loudly, but my fantasy was on my mind now.

“Going to breed you!” I faintly heard, Victor in my mind saying it.

“Yes…” I mewled as I wiggled on my fingers, imagining his cock in me, ripping my virgin pussy in twine. “Breed me~”

I heard a groan as a tongue licked my fingers and pussy. I gasped as I peeked between my legs to see Victor licking my pussy and fingers. “Hmmph!? Victor!!”

He groaned and kept licking as a huge cock bobbed. Victor licked me as his hands rubbed my hips, though my eyes were focused on his fourteen inch long, two inch wide monster between his legs.

He stopped once We heard the two others cum again. I wasn’t far behind as he lined his cock up.

“I’m going to…” He huffed unsure as pressed at my lips.

“Hmmph!!!” I whined, nervous as hell. I wasn’t ready for cubs!

“Hey, I won’t cum in you if you don’t want me to.” He told me. I mewled nervously, but braced myself, covering my pussy with my tail, but exposing my ass. “Mouth, or ass. No kinder yet.” I mewled. If I was to lose my chasity, it would be when I want cubs.

“Ass then.” He huffed, moving to my tailhole and starting to push in. I whined as our raunchy neighbors yelped and moaned, covering my mouth to muffle my cry.“God damn. That’s tight!”

I felt my ass spread very wide as his spear was shoved in, making tears leak from my eyes as I screamed into my hands, wiggling on his rod as he shoved it into my tight tunnel. He got a few inches in before slowing and licking my neck.

“Relax.” He huffed, wiggling his cock in my ass as it throbbed. I hiccupped, but complied, feeling him lick my cheeks gently as my heart raced. “So tight, my little one.” He huffed, pushing a little more before pulling back to his tip. I groaned before he shoved back it, two more inches going into my ass.

“Hmmph~!!” I moaned, partially in pain, but the rest in pleasure, an odd feeling of comfort flooding my body. He groaned and huffed as he kept shoving more into my ass as he fucked me, making me mewl as he gently kissed me.

“You like this?” He asked as he start moving faster, stretching me wide. I don’t think I’m going to sit after this.

“A-a-ahhh~ Ja~” I whimpered as he tickled my sides. “Eeeeee!! Stop it!!”

“No!” He chuckled going faster as my belly started bulging. “Uh, you feel okay?” He asked seeing the bulge.

“Ugh, J-ja~” I huffed as he pounded me. He hadn't hit my small intestine, thankfully, or I would be in incredible agony.

“Good, your about, fuck, half way down my cock.” He huffed, rocking back and forth. I mewled, before pushing against him.

“Zen switch to mien mouth.” I sighed. “I do not vunt to hurt you.”

“Okay...sorry.” He huffed pulling out. I groaned in pain, before cleaning his massive rod off, pumping the organ as I did so. “Fuck, do you think you’ll be able to take me?”

“I should.” I said, licking his cock and taking note of the slightly salty taste of it.

“Oh, yes~” He groaned. I started suckling it, slowly swallowing it as I let it slide down my throat as I coiled my tongue over it with a hum. He groaned and absently grabbed my head, pushing in and out of my mouth at his pace. “This feels great Urara~”

I moaned as I gulped on his cock, purring softly as I took in his mighty length. I massaged his balls, taking in his length.

“You like that?” He asked. I purred in response, my tail wagging like mad as our next door neighbors kept up their naughty act. He grunted as he pushed more of his cock down my throat.

“Hmmm~!” I purred as I groped his balls, feeling them throb as my pussy leaked.

“Going to pound your mouth.” He groaned starting to thrust. I moaned as he huffed, while I heard a Loud Cry from One of the females.

“Yes, so much~” She moaned as Victor snarled like a Wolf, my mind flickering to an image of a Wolf in similar armor to Victor and wielding a Hand and Half sword while having a similar growl. A moment later and it faded, leaving me confused.

“Ooooh, yes, you two are going to hold a good litter.” The male huffed as his cum bubble up from our vent staining the floor. Victor swept it with his foot, grumbling as I twitched, my virgin pussy lips twitching. “Wonder if the two next door are also breeding.” He chuckled as Victor started throbbing.

“Hmmm~” I whined, as Victor huffed, pounding my mouth.

“Oh, don’t bother them love.” The first female huffed as the sound of another round started. I moaned in relief as Victor stroked my cheeks, purring softly as I vibrated his cock. “Ah, shit fuck!”

“So good~” Victor moaned as he humped my mouth. I groaned as I used my empty right hand to touch myself, hoping to ease my pupmaker. “Crap, gonna cum~” He groaned as his balls clenched.

I moaned a muffled, “Zen Kome~” as I rubbed his balls, whimpering in want. He groaned, shooting salty cum in my mouth flooding it. I gulped it down, my stomach starting to fill from his seed.

“Ooooh, fuck yes~” He groaned. I murred as I finished off, before pulling off his flaccid cock. “Fuck, I needed that.” He said falling into the seat as the three next door kept going.

I gulped down the excess seed, my tail wagging as I leaned on him, yanking my panties back on to cover my holes. He hummed before starting to play with my body. “H-Hey!” I yipped, squirming as he tickled my sides and stroked my inner thighs.

“What?” He asked his hands exploring. “Can’t explore my new lover?”

“I… I’m just sensitive~” I mewled as he kissed my neck.

“I can see that.” He chuckled, nuzzling me as he continued kissing my neck. I felt a rush of warmth and heat rush through my body as I licked and nuzzled him in return. “Hmmm, such a loli wolf.” He purred to me.

“Loli?” I mewled, giggling slightly. “I suppose.” I said as I nuzzled his cheek.

The trip was spent with the two of us nuzzling and kissing each other in our own ways, before we entered Deadic.

“Well, that looks like Molag Bal.” Victor said seeing all the chains and blood filled cauldrons. “Vampiric too.”

“Oh.” I said, drawing Young Wolf’s Howl as the blade flared with fire. “I zink sie Lord of Vorms maybe here.” I said as Victor eyed the sign that read ‘Deadic’.

“Maybe.” He said looking back to the ruins. “Let’s hope we don’t run into him just yet.” He said, drawing his weapon. As we walked in, we easily spotted a dingy man begging for drugs.

“Fuck, just realized something.” Victor suddenly said. “Vut?” I asked him. “That ‘Deadic, is a Misspelling of Daedric, or Daedra.” he told me.

“Sie vay you said it, Daedra are Demons, ja?” I asked him, using the second verse because it sounded more like a Species name.

“Kinda...they’re basically, well Elder Scrolls is weird with it’s ‘higher beings’. Daedra just mean ‘not our ancestors’, but they do act like demons, most do actually.” He explained.

“Gott, und since sie town is basically a Misspelling of ‘Daedra’...” I said as I lit my hand up with a fire spell.

“Yeah, it’s a front.” He sighed. “Which begs the question, why?”

“I do not know, but ve better get Clad. If he is here, ve need to find him… Fast.” I said as I looked at the beggar. “Excuse me, do you know zis man?” I asked him.

“Oy, he’s in the town hall, he is.” The Stallion told us, pointing to a big spiky building before begging a very sexy mare for drugs.

I nodded, thanking him as I left, giving myself a mental note that I would try and flush the drugs out once we were done here. “So, Clad es in sie town hall.” I told Victor.

“Alright, let’s get moving.” He said, loading his weapon. I nodded as I followed, spell lit, but Sword sheathed.

As we moved the air seemed, heavy, like soup. Magic was heavy here, numblingly so. I gritted my teeth and grabbed my sword, walking along as we caught sight of Town Hall. There were people in robes wandering around and a Stallion in a lab coat banging on the front door.

“What do you fucking mean I’ve been found!” The Stallion yelled. “Let me in!”

I glanced at Victor, silently asking if he wanted to do it, or if I should.

He shrugged and walked up to the guy punching him in the back of his head. “Hey fuck face, you Clad?”

“FUCK YOU!” He yelled, pulling a gun out. “You here for my damn bounty?!” he began firing as Victor moved to cover.

“In a Word, Yes!” Victor yelled as I pointed Thorn at Clad and shot him, bracing to prevent another headache. He screamed as black vines spread from the contact point in his shoulder.

“FUCK YOU!” He yelled at me, tossing fireballs in my direction. I yipped and dived out of the way, shooting his leg as Victor fired his assault rifle at Clad. The pony yelled and then tossed lighting at us.

“How is an Earth pony doing that?” Victor asked.

“I doubt he ez normal!” I snarled. “He ez absorbing bullets und spikes like a Sponge!”

“IRON FLESH, BITCH!” He yelled as the crowd shrugged and walked away as I growled and rushed the asshole, shooting both his hands and making him scream. I drew Young Wolf’s Howl and chopped at his neck, finding it hard to sever. “I just told you, Iron flesh!” He yelled, head butting me before kicking me away.

I yelped in pain, before he Suddenly pinned me down. I gasped, as he bit me! “Get off!!” I screamed.

He growled as he threw Fire at Victor and punched me in the stomach. He bit harder as he kept the flames on Victor. I whined, before punching him in the gut and chest. “DIE!” He growled around my neck before his flames stopped. “Nononono!” He yelled as sparks flew from his hands each time he tried a spell now.

I heard a whooshing sound, before Clad screamed as Victor rammed his Tuning Fork of a greatsword into him, pulling him off me and spearing him on the hefty blades. I looked at Victor to see his helmet was blasted open, revealing his teeth bared back in rage… And that Clad had his dick out. I winced, realizing had Clad not run out of magic…

“Okay… That's really fucked up.” A passerby said as he walked by. I got up, seeing that Clad was still alive and screaming as Victor slammed his greatsword from side to side in a twisted version of a cartoonish beatdown.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” He yelled. I watched as Victor just beat and slammed him around, my body getting tingly. “Okay, really hating the Soul Cairn now!” he yelled, still not dying.

After a few minutes, Victor finally stopped, pulling Clad off the weapon.

“Fuck you guys.” He said, coughing up blood. Victor just kicked him in the jaw, breaking it, if I heard that crack correctly. “Suck it up. You tried to rape my little Wolf, So you got what was coming.” he growled, as I nuzzled his back.

The stallion growled before collapsing. Victor grabbed him by the leg and dragged him to the station, while I followed him, holstering Thorn as I did. “Victor, are you, Okay?” I asked him.

“No.” He growled as we walked. “Also you need to cover the rip in your panties.”

I looked down and blanched, realizing that Clad had almost ripped them off. I channeled my magic, fixing them with a snap of my fingers. Good, that works. I thought.

“Let's get back to the train and turn this guy in.” He huffed. I nodded, binding the bastard as Victor went and bought the tickets for the return trip. Didn't want to stay any longer than necessary.

“Hello little lady? What you doing to our friend?” I heard a voice asked, before I was kicked across the platform. I yelped, grabbing Thorn and firing blind, hearing a yell as I hit Someone. “Fucking cunt!!” I heard as Victor also got into a fight with what looking like a cloud of stones.

“Bastard!” I snarled, shooting at the One who had punched me as Victor shattered the stone head of the Golem, Making the stones crumble as he fired his gun at my foe, a goat of some kind.

“GRRRAAAH! PUNY MORTAL!” We heard yelled as the goat opened a portal leading to some other realm. He then opened another, bringing a huge skeleton in dragonbone armor.

“That actually hurt, hmmm, well I guess Clad isn’t worth the trouble of you two. Even if the wolf would make a nice toy.” He chuckled before teleporting away with some bell.

I was hugged by Victor as he growled possessively, making me giggle.

“DIE!” The Red spiky being yelled, swinging a sword at us, the dragonbone skeletone mimicking. Victor moved for a dodge, the ground where we had been turning to a black molten slag crater a meter wide. I whined at the force that this things had as Victor grabbed Clade and rushed to the moving train. The figures slowly flowing as the spiky one and skeleton charged powerful spells.

“Shit, shit, why the fuck did he summon a Daedric Overlord and a Cairn High Keeper!” Victor huffed, jumping onto the train just in time. I noted Victor had the sense to put Clad in a fireman’s carry, So at least our effort wasn't wasted as he fired his gun.

“GET BACK HERE, PUNY MORTAL!” The Spiky one yelled, starting to run after us as the Dragonbone one vanished.

“Fuck off!!” I yelled, rapidly firing Thorn at it’s legs to slow it down. All it did was making it laugh in enjoyment and push through the pain, though he did stop once our train car passed some stone pillars I hadn’t noticed...due to some activities from before.

“Thank god for that Barrier.” Victor sighed, slumping. “We could never have killed that bastard on our own in our current state.”

“Vut?” I blinked at Victor as Clad groaned.

“That was a Daedric Summon, a High Tier one. What was the strongest foe you had in your world, then think of his greatest general.” He explained. “And make that guy able to lift this whole train with just one finger with no magic. Add magic and... Well, he could move a mountain.”

I blanched, feeling ill, before looking at Clad. “So, Vut about him?” I asked, kicking Clad in the crotch.

“I’d say he’s just learning. He didn’t even pull a summon out. This guy never used that magic much and I think it’s barely known in this world...or it’s greatly known.” He sighed as a knife was thrown between his legs with a black note on it, the symbol of a diamond with a circle in the center on it. He glared at it, before casting Hallowed Ground and taking the note to read it. “You steal from the Thieves Guild, We Steal from you.” He read, blanching himself. “Fuck, So that was the cache. But what could they steal?”

“Vut?” I asked.

Then Clad just vanished. “Fuck. That's it. I’m tearing up their place when I find them.” Victor growled,

Another note fell. I picked it up before Victor could burn it, casting a Smite at the ceiling. It read, “Tip for wannabes. Try the North gate bounty board, should have a higher bounty on it, also if you even want more bits, just come to Raven Hold. We’ll find you.”

“Thieves Guild?” I asked, looking at the dagger it was attached to. It glowed with magic, shadows flowing from it like a living thing as it’s iron blade glowed purple with runes. “Huh?”

“Really, why would we work with thieves?” Victor huffed as we settled in for ride. That is before the train was stopped.

“Alright people, this is a robbery! Be Glad the Raccoon Gang has deemed your crap worthy!” We heard before a gun was fired. “And no heroics like this idiot.”

“Thieves Guild?” I asked as Victor shook his head.

“No, they’re more subtle than this. But if these guys have a bounty on each of their heads...we may be able to get double what Clad was worth.” He suggested.

“Gud. I vould like to blow off steam.” I said.

Taking down the Train robbers was actually much easier than fighting Clad. Hell, they didn’t even know how to react to Victor swinging his sword at them, or my own gunshots. The train conductor repaid us by bumping us to a better room, and actually taking us to a town that had their bounty, Steel Junction. It was a mining town, lots of grey and brown, and heavy smog.

Everyone took a small break as we moved to put the bounty in, sixteen thousand Bits, a thousand for each head. Clad had been worth only four hundred Bits.

“Heh, at least ve got paid.” I said, kissing Victor.

“Yeah, and triple what we could have gotten for Clad. and these guys were a two star.” He chuckled as we got back on the train. “Man, that fight was good stress relief.” He sighed.

I purred as I nuzzled him, Victor nuzzling me back. “Ja~” I said.

“Keep that tone up and I might start thinking Lewdly.” He chuckled jokingly as he leaned back in his seat. I giggled, before hearing a moan. “Vas?” I said, looking to the source. It was in the next room and it sounded like another couple fucking.

I felt my belly stir, Making me lick Victor.

“Urara?” he asked, not hearing our quiet neighbors. His hearing must still be worse than mine, even if it’s improved compared to his first body. “What on your mind?”

I reached under his loincloth, stroking his shaft and Making him gasp. He grabbed my ass while pulling me into a deep kiss. I could hear the female moaning about babies and making heirs, making my belly stir and my pussy to leak.

“You want to fuck again?” He asked me as he started playing my ass and pussy.

“Ja~” I moaned, kissing him as I felt a warmth thoughout my body.

“Which hole?” He asked as his shaft rose.

“Ass. I am still not ready.”

“Fuck, fill me with babies love!” The female next to us exclaimed in climax.

“Okay, lover.” He said aiming now. “Be ready for this monster.” He purred, biting my neck and pushing. I mewled as he pushed his shaft into my ruined anus as I moaned, my lover massaging my back soothingly. “Hmmm~” I mewled as I was steadily stretched out.

He huffed as he pulled and thrusted, shoving his cock in me as my belly started bulge. “I’m going to ruin your ass, my loli wolf.”

“I- Oooooohhhh~!!” I mewled as I kissed him, tears coming to my eyes as I felt my Jagan throb in it’s socket. He pushed me to his base as he growled, feeling his tip turn from a round nub to a pointed tip. I huffed and whined, my bladder letting go as I urinated on him, to my embarrassment.

Somehow, he sensed my distress, nuzzling and licking my neck in comfort. “It’s okay~” He huffed, fucking me harder as bulge at his base rubbed my hole. Wait, bulge?

“Victor, vhy are you changing?” I moaned as his tip rubbed my sensitive insides.

“Huh?” He asked as he shoved in and out as he kept fucking me hard. “Ooooh, this is amazing.”

“Victor, your cock is like zat of a volf’s.” I moaned.

“What?” he asked as he humped and fucked me, his growing knot hitting my lower hips, the temptation of having it in there growing as he fucked me harder and harder.

I grabbed his knot and massaged it, making him gasp and moan as his cock throbbed, before he grabbed my hips and slammed me down hard! “A-AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!” I screamed.

“Yes!” He yelled, his knot in my ass as it locked us and the male humped me like a wild wolf. I whimpered and whined, gripping his chest as tears blurred in my eyes as his balls slammed my asscheeks. “Going to fuck you full of cum!” He yelled before I felt his balls clench.

“Hm-hm-HHMMMMMM!!!!” I whimpered.

“Get ready~!” he growled as he started pumping hot, sticky seed up my ass. I mewled and whined, his Hot mess shooting up my bum as I squealed and cried. He groaned and thrust his cock with each glob. “Oh, can’t wait to fill your womb.” He groaned.

I whimpered as I clung to his chest like a limpet, mewling softly. He groaned tugging at his cock, my ass burning as he pulled out and poked my lower lips. “Noooo.” I whined, nuzzling him fearfully.

He huffed before stopping and kissing me. I mewled, before kissing him back as he seemed to see my tear streaked face.

“You okay?” He asked as he rubbed my bloated belly. I whined, before he hugged me. “I’m sorry if I hurt you.” he said, licking my nape gently.

“You did, but I kind of asked for it.” I mewled softly with a nuzzle. “But… Vhy are you changing?”

“I don’t know.” He said shrugging. “Hey, why’s your head glowing?”

“Eh!?” I mewled, before realizing my Jagan, while mostly closed, had started to open, maybe during coitus! “Oh, I am So sorry!!” I whined, figuring my magic may have triggered his change!

“Huh?” He asked as I looked to his cock, it was a massive, beautiful thick red canine cock, similar in length and girth to his previous cock. His balls were also covered in grey fur, making me whine. “What?” He asked as his cock bobbed, ready for another round.

“Mouth.” I said, massaging my tummy. “My ass von’t take much more.” I mewled, kissing his tip.

“Okay.” He huffed grabbing my head and pushing me down his cock. I groaned, then cried out as his tongue spread my aching pussy, making me yip and whine around his meaty stick as he ate me out. “Hmmm, this is begging to be filled. I’ll see if my tongue will keep it quinched.”

I moaned as thoughts of cubs with my fur and his eyes/body structure danced through my mind, making me suckle him with even more vigor. He groaned and purred as he gladly helped, pushing me down with his hands and keeping his cock in my throat as he ate me out.

“Hmm, you taste So sweet, my loli wolf~.” he purred as my heart hammered in my ribs. I wagged my tail to show my affections as I licked his tip and shaft happily as I wiggled my bum in his face. He chuckled before he licked me to multiple climaxes.

I was a purring mess by the time he came, stuffing my belly with his cum. He groaned and pulled out as he praised me and then promptly started drifting off. Guess we did have a long day.

I yawned, petting his loincloth over his crotch as I laid on his chest, his heartbeat acting as a lullaby to my ears as I whispered, “Gute nacht, meine liebe~”

Author's Note

Hopefully, This is worth a Wait.