Author's Note

I bet some of you were hoping for another interaction between the two, and now you have it, and my first fully fledged crossover with another active displaced comes in the next chapter.

Chapter 22: OH LOOK STARBURST'S BACK!

Suddenly, as me and Carnus moved to return home, someone tapped on my shoulder.

“Hello, Orgran.”

“S-STARBURST!? But you… I… what happened!?”

“Touched some gem. Turned Anthro, I believe it's called, And Had hot, hot sex with a Changeling named Thorax. I heard you needed an army.” I was silent for the longest time.

“Yeah… what you touched was a dark magic gem, created by the Caribou as a method of subjugating the world, if they turn every place they attack anthro, the defenders have no chance of fighting and apparently they find such a form to be attractive, so it makes their soldiers more motivated to rape the females. The Buck standing next to me is Carnus Anteron, my knight of the order of the Iron Wyrm, he is the only one of his kind currently to see that King Dainn’s ideals are wrong.”

“Greetings m’lady, I am honored to meet a friend of my king.” he bowed respectfully to her.

“Greetings. My name is Starburst Cog.”

“Your assumption is correct, but I do not know how you may help, we cannot use pony soldiers, even with our training the crystals would immediately cripple them, not to mention King Dainn has taken claim and reactivated machines that once belonged to the original residents of the land the Caribou have taken, powerful thundering war machines that could break even the mightiest of beasts… oh, and not to mention the horrific beasts they have bred to be used as feral mutated cannon fodder… and then there’s… the meat shields.”

“Meat shields?” I ask in suspicion.

“Dainn has not brushed away my warnings, he is aware of how ferocious you are when it comes to his ideals and his plans… so now all the women they captured will be forced to march along with their masters, given no weapons, no armour, forced to fight with their bare hands and protect their owners with their bodies or face punishment. I see it as what it is, paranoia… but this kind of paranoia is bad for us, it means that we can’t fight back without killing those who are innocent.”

“What if we paralyzed them all? I've been working on paralytic potions I can turn to gaseous forms in my lab!” Starburst chimed in.

“No… that would be way too problematic, we have no way of telling if the beasts will be affected, and the war machines may have some autonomy… wait… Carnus, if they’re using meat shields, it means they’d only be using the red and purple collars, right?” I asked.

“Yes, the black collars would be seen as too much of a liability, more likely to dodge out of fear of being hurt or just so their master is harmed.”

Then I had an idea.

A delicious idea.

A devious idea.

I had a deliciously devious idea. “Starburst, I’m going to impart some wisdom onto you, a saying spread about through the orders of the most eccentric scientists and wizards of Mylinia.”

“Oh? Tell me! Tell me!!” she was giddy from my baiting her in.

“‘When in doubt, make monster girls.’”

“Muahahahah… MUAHAHAHAH!!! I have just the compound!!” Starburst said with Glee.

“Yes! We’ll turn all their meat shields into monster girls… and make the slaves rape and conquer the masters!” I said confidently. “Plus it will gift the reds and purples with new minds, making the purples sane and the reds disobedient.”

“YES!! We must retrofit the Centurions immediately!!”

“Centurions?” upon my bewildered question, she put on a glowing golden crown, and we felt thundering footsteps approaching.

“Oh, I also finished the Firebats!”

“Actually I had worked on a superior model using the firebat you left me.”

“Aww..” the thundering footsteps came to a halt, and I saw the hulking mech suit. It was still steampunk, but it also looked customized, flames painted on the flamethrowers, and the left one had a name painted on it,

“Can I show you mine?”

“One sec!” The cockpit opened, revealing a metal Pegasus Automaton. “Say hello to Centurion Alpha!”

“... can it actually speak or are you being rhetorical?”

The centurion spoke in a voice that sounded more like gear noise than an organic voice. “I can speak, My rightful King.”

“He's the first one who can. He's also the only one so far with a personality.”

“Well if he’s calling me king right off the bat, I can’t complain… hmm, you know what, Starburst, get some paint, and colour the mark of a Blue Wyrm onto his Firebat, consider it his armour, as the second knight of the order.” the Wyrm emblem was magically painted onto the Firebat, and Starburst took the crown off her head, and presented it to me.

“This is rightfully yours.” I smile and use earth magic to merge it with my helmet.

“Thank you, head Royal Scientist Cog.”

“That's got a nice ring to it.. The crown, now your helm, is the enchanted command apparatus for the Centurions I've constructed, King Orgran. the Thunder Hammer legion is now at your beck and call. Shall we adjourn to my lab so I may show you the compound?”

“Of course, and you would be given that position given all your successes under my watch, the Firebat, the Magma Dusters, Hella...”

“I'm glad.. wait, who's Hella?”

“My wife, the result of your cloning.”

“Oh! Where is she?”

“ORGRAN!” suddenly I’m tackled by said wife.

“OOF!” was my response as I hit the ground and then immediately showered with affection. “Hella, Hella, we’re not alone.”

“Oh, sorry.” she said as she got up, blushing. “Oh hi.”

“Hello, Queen Hella.”

“... mommy?”

“.. I guess I sort of am your mom…. Give momma a hug!” She got down on her knees and reached out for a hug.

“Oh don’t be so sappy!” she pulls Star into not just any hug, but a classic Dwarven hug, the Bone-squeezer, a hug so oddly tight that it doesn’t break anything, but instead harmlessly squeezes the person like a squeaky toy.

“That's my daughter!” She hugged back with a similar hug.

“So ma, how do you like my taste in men?” she said, giving me a side glance.

“He's a good catch.”

I was facepalming, unprepared for Hella’s next words.

“What about my taste in women… mommy~?”

My face looked akin to a fucking fish right then.

Starburst just coughed, blushing.

Holy crap! I know I should be mortified but part of me is finding it attractive!

“The fuck was in that crown?!”

“Huh??”

“Follow me for a moment, Hella, how about you go talk to Alpha and Carnus?”

“Okay hun.” she said before skipping over to them, her armour leaving tiny craters in her wake.

“So… you’re wondering, ‘what crown?’ right?”

“Yeah..”

“Well, to begin I must explain, I was not always Orgran the Red, originally I was Ark Kane the Human, from another world.”

“Neat.”

“The person who sent me here, known as The Merchant, is also the one who allowed me to become Orgran, and make a new life here, as such I have a made a method of contacting him and as such we have struck a deal. The first item I’ve asked of him being an artifact of Mylinia, the crown of Elnir, that when worn by a being with no soul or mind, the crown then gifts a mind and soul based on its analysis and the user’s preference, even memories that it would materialize into history, reality and other memory, if she is calling you mother… do you remember raising a young little Dwarf girl in your past?”

“... Yeah, I do..”

“It’s freaky, isn’t it? You’re sure you never met another Dwarf before me and now you have memories, and actual physical history of raising her, it’s why Elnir has never created adults from scratch, since it messes with other people’s psyche, the best you can do right now is accept it, and be happy with it.”

“I am accepting it! I have a daughter!”

“I meant the memories, you’re going to have to accept you have two lines of memory, and the original one has been removed from history.”

“I have accepted it. I have a daughter whom I've raised into a strong and independent young Queen. I'm proud.” I suddenly start looking at everywhere but her.

“Independent wouldn’t be the best choice of words, when we started courting… she threw the fight so she’d be sub…”

“Well everyone has preferences.”

I blink and fall back in shock, and as I let surprise drift me off I had a thought.

She was diabetes-inducing adorable last I met her! Now she’s hot and has some hidden kinkiness-WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED!?