Undeath and Rebirth

It was a world on fire.

The sirens wailing were swallowed amidst the screams of millions. Everywhere Zeloph looked, disaster unfolded. What was once a civilized city was now a desolate warzone; buildings toppled over and crumbled before a burning sun, its crimson light illuminating the hellish landscape.

His head snapped towards a woman and child, clutching one another. The mother was racing towards him, pleading for him to save them. But Zeloph couldn’t move, his body heavy and fatigued. No matter how hard he struggled, he was perpetually immobilized.

That's when Zell felt the earth rumble. And a shadow overcast them, drawing their eyes to a massive frame stretched towards the heavens.

The sun highlighted the enormity of the titan, all of its bulk except its manifold of eyes visible while it moved towards them. And it wasn’t alone.

Zeloph scanned the horizon with fearful eyes as thousands of gargantuan monsters roamed the earth, quaking under their footsteps. Whatever offense the armed forces brought was quickly dispatched, as the creatures built like towers brought the entire globe to its knees.

Once more, the mother and child begged for a savior before a foot stomped them into a bloodied paste, barely missing Zeloph, who followed the leg of the many-eyed giant. All of its glowing peepers gazed down at him.

"Stop," he cried, almost inaudible compared to the sound of humanity’s extinction resonating around him.

It reached down with an open palm. “Stop!”

Enveloped his vision. “STOP!!”

Closed around him.

"STOOOOOOOOOP!!!"

His eyes snapped open as he lurched into a sitting position, his bare chest lined in sweat, panting heavily.

“H-hey! Take it easy,” a voice gently urged, placing her cool hands on his shoulders to calm him. Celeste eyes found the icy blues of Shadow Scythe, who managed an uneasy smile. “You’re okay..!”

Steadying his breaths, Zell relaxed in his lover’s tender touch. His eyes drifted to the Vorpal Blade shimmering in his grip before it dimmed.

Was it the source of that dreadful dream? Or maybe it was the Nightmare Stag sending one of his prophetic warnings? Finding his voice, the demi asked, "How long was I out?”

“Only a day,” stated Shadow Scythe, shyly looking away. “I haven’t left this spot since we arrived here.”

“And where is ‘here?’, exactly.”

“Why, my beloved monastery, of course!” A beatific voice chimed in, drawing their attention to the woman at the door. The two demi-humans took the other’s appearance in, mesmerized. The pink-haired nun then gave a delighted squee.

“Oh, blessed day! How I’ve longed to encounter more of my own! Erm, under better circumstances, of course!” She paused to clear her throat and recompose herself. “It warms my heart to finally meet you, Zeloph.”

“You know my name?”

“Indeed I do! I am Abbess Julianne, Mother of the Rosary,” she introduced herself with a short bow.

“Mortis and his goons would have won had she not interfered,” admitted Shadow Scythe darkly. “H-he almost kill-”

“Aah, bup bup! There will be no mention of death in my presence,” insisted the rosey demi-human. “This is a safe place, dearie! One where you and your companions are welcome to recover from your last outing.”

“Well, that’s a relief, I guess,” coughed Zeloph, who sat on the bed’s edge while wrapping an arm around the unicorn mare, pulling her close. He then asked, “So…how did you become a demi human?”

Julianne’s smile slightly faltered before she took a seat beside the couple. “I was one of the Divine Father’s most devoted followers,” she began. “We used to run these structures in his honor. And, in return for my faith and loyalty, I was rewarded with his blood. Of course, when we learned what he truly was, everything fell apart, and this monastery was abandoned. But I never left. Despite the awful origins, I wanted to preserve our practice. Thus, I formed my own covenant for people wishing to relieve themselves of troubling burdens!”

Julianne clasped her hands together and closed her eyes, relishing the fond moments she had made. Shadow Scythe noted that the female demi’s wide smile never broke the entire time she spoke. She had a certain cheeriness that could put even Cerise's and Midnight's chipper moods to shame. It was kind of off-putting…

“That’s when we were teleported here,” the abbess continued. “A swirling light opened up right below the earth. No one got hurt, thank goodness, but we arrived in a world where all of my sisters were inexplicably transformed into mares. I remained unaffected, yet they went on as if nothing had happened.”

“That is very strange,” said Zeloph, noting the connection between the nuns and the anthropomorphized ponies. A reminder of the entropy Beatrix unwittingly brought to this land.

He rose, accepting a towel from his love to dry off before manifesting a new burgundy jacket to wear. “Thank you, Julianne,” the fallen angel said to the mother superior. “I’m indebted to you.”

“Oh, think nothing of it!” the female demi beamed, waving his compliment off. Just then, church bells echoed outside, making her gasp. “Oh, good heavens! Is it lunchtime already? You must be hungry after that whole ordeal! Come, come! Your friends are waiting!”

With that, their hostess took the lead in showing them down the open corridor, all while humming sweetly. As they trailed behind Julianne, Shadow Scythe commented, “Her optimism is quite infectious. I can’t begin to understand how anyone could be so content with life!”

“Well, according to Kitsune, the demi-humans from the cyberworld are a couple of jackasses. So I’ll gladly take overly happy any day,” chuckled Zeloph, who removed his arm from the reaper. “Still… you didn’t have to stay by my side, y’know.”

“Of course I did!” The unicorn mare tensed up, slightly offended. “I’m the reason you almost died, idiot! If something bad happened to you and I was powerless to stop it, I-I would never forgive myself.”

“Hey! None of that, okay?” Zell insisted, firmly holding his distraught lover’s shoulders. Once she gave the nod, they proceeded after the merry demi-human.

Down the hallway, lead them into the main chapel of the stone monastery, given a view of the lobby. A marble fountain with an artistic statue flowed in the center as many nuns and servants wandered about their day. Walls and buildings boxed the location in a circular structure, the entrance opposite where the stone church stood.

“Look, over here!!” Wispy’s voice called as she waved them over.

Not even a few feet over, Ana propelled herself onto her brother, squeezing him tightly into her soft, plush chest. “Oh, Zelly! Ya nearly scared me half ter deaf! I thought ya were a goner...”

“I-I might still be if you don’t stop crushing me!” he wheezed, wriggling out of the demoness’ hug.

“I dunno about you, but I’d be happy knowing I died between a nice set of badonkers~” the tigress teased.

“Not funny,” Shadow Scythe asserted, narrowing her cold gaze at Wispy, who held up her hands defensively.

“Yeesh! Take it easy; I’m only playing.”

“Mortis nearly killed us,” reminded Kitsune. “We were unprepared for how quickly he and his minions took action.” She cast a glance at Julianne before bowing her head. “We owe you.”

“Pft! Speak for yourself,” scoffed the neon demon, hands on her wide hips. “We could 'ave taken ‘em if we 'adn't split up….” Ana looked to Wispy, who sheepishly looked away before casting a dirty glance at the mother superior. “And ya! I bet you're expectin' us ter convert into your Adam 'n Make-Believe religion, in'cha!?”

“Oh, of course not! We're not a cult,” reassured Julianne, who tittered. “All are welcome to participate in our seminars, but we won’t ask you to change your lifestyle. That’s a choice only you can make.”

“Okay, good,” Wipsy sighed in relief. “Cause this ain’t my kind of place. Too stuffy for me. Plus, I’m way underdressed!”

“Please, I bet ya a 'undred bits this cheeky cunt’s wearin' the latest lingerie from Saint Victoria’s catalog.”

The statement made the sorority of nuns gasp while Julianne kept a positive front. “Language~!”

“Oh, go bla the priest that molested ya, ye smiley-faced bowler twat!”

“Seriously, Ana, that's enough!” Shadow Scythe berated, narrowing her icy gaze at the neon demoness. “Can't you keep your mouth shut for one damn day!?”

“I ain’t filterin' myself for anyone! Not for ya, and coytanlee not for this jolly, cotton candy-haired bi-yowch!”

The foul-mouthed demoness yowled as Julianna’s serpent-headed tail lightly nipped into her right breast, leaving a pair of dots on her ample flesh. “Wot the shite!?!”

“I must ask that you calm down now,” the mother superior insisted as her followers gathered to see all the commotion.

“Loike Gypsy Nell, I will! Ya bit me in the bloody tit, ya... y-you dirty 'oohohohahahaha~!?!”

Ana suddenly bursted into laughter, clutching her belly as she fell to her knees. The travelers backed up as she started rolling on her back.

Zeloph turned to the abbess, unnerved. “W-what did you do?!”

Julianna smiled back and replied, “I detected a lot of negativity bottled up inside your sister. So I thought to release it with a tiny prick of my tail.” She lightly patted the head of the snake. “Like you, I too have a special touch that bestows the contactee with unbridled joy. My joyous touch, if you will~!”

Ana managed to come through her fits of laughter, inhaling air as her chest rose and fell. The mother superior leaned over and asked, “How are you feeling now, dear?”

“I feel… loike a kungfu fighter,” she puffed as Wispy helped her up to her feet. Whatever anger and resentment she had been erased with a sense of giddiness, much to her dismay. “Okay, I'll lay off. Just don’t do that again! I’d prefer gettin' tickled than me nipple bein' nibbled!”

“Then perhaps you should cover up more,” Julianne boldly suggested.

“Fat chance!”

Shadow Scythe shuffled to Zeloph’s side and confessed, “I’m actually with your sister on this one. There’s something off about Julianne and these nuns!”

The fallen one nodded in agreement, noting how every mare under the habit was just as cheery and jovial as their mother superior. It reminded him greatly of the acolytes he converted during his reign back in Cerise’s homeworld, which he tried to purge of all sin. Clearing his throat, Zell stated, “Look, Julianne. I appreciate your hospitality. But we really must be on our way before-”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you go just yet,” the holy demi-human dejected, her sisters encircling the group, blocking them from the entrance. “At least we can't let one of you go.”

“Fuckin' called it!” Ana spat.

“It’s not what you think,” reassured Julianne, her smile not breaking. “For you see, ‘Shadow Scythe’ or Atalanta, if you prefer, is still a war criminal. And we can’t overlook her numerous crimes. Therefore, I ask that she stand trial and attest to her atrocities.”

Kitsune subtly tensed up and said, “Technically, Imoto and I are also criminals. Should we not also stand trial?"

"Sister!" Wispy's fur stood on end, her claws popped, as her forked twin tails started to sway in anticipation. "We were cleared after that awful despot was removed from power, so-"

“You’re both from another world, yes?” Julianne questioned, and both cyber ninjas nodded. “Then we will not judge you since your activities took place outside this realm. The same goes for you and your sister, Zeloph. You’re free to leave if you wish. But Shadow Scythe must be apprehended."

"Fat chance," echoed Zeloph, who stood protectively in front of his lover. “I don’t want to fight you, Julianne. But I will if I must. We’re not leaving without Atalanta!”

Wispy warned, “Yeah! We might not be on top form, but that doesn't mean I can't rumble with their best!" She hotly stared down their hostess, a small ball of plasma built up on her tail tips. "So you'd better stand aside, 'your holiness,' or so help me, I'll paint these white walls red with-"

"No! Everyone, stop!!" Shadow Scythe shook her head, pulling Zell’s arm down. "I'm touched you'd all risk your lives for me, but Julianne is right. I can’t live with myself If I’m always running from my past."

“But wot gives 'er the bloody wite ter judge ya?” argued Ana, whose painted lips frowned. "If I recall correctly, it was the princesses’ decision ter St. Martins-Le-Grand ya over ter Beatrix and let 'er deal wif the fallaht! So 'oo gave ya the authority ter make this call, 'uh?!"

"Officially, that never happened,” explained Julianne matter-of-factly. “Shadow Scythe is considered 'at large'. And since she decided to return, she’s accepted to face the consequences. It just so happens that my monastery is an ideal establishment for both repentance and judgment!”

"It's fine," said Shadow Scythe, as her fractured horn lit up to remove the remnants of her disguise. "The rest of you can move on without me. I suggest you return to the manor; maybe Bellatrix can help you deal with Mortis and his followers."

“I’m not going anywhere without you," affirmed Zeloph, his arm linked with hers.

"Likewise," nodded Kitsune, her eyes narrowed in contemplation. “I will remain as well.”

"Guess that makes my choice for me," said Wispy, her plasma balls snuffed out as her posture somewhat relaxed. "I’d never leave my sister behind, and the same goes for you too!"

"You’re 'ella daft if ya fin' ya can get rid of me that easily, Edgie," Ana stated with a curled lip.

"Thank you," said Zeloph. He cradled his beloved; the reaper visibly moved as they all stood by her side, barely able to contain her emotions.

“Oh, how wonderful!” Julianne joyously exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Let’s settle this over lunch inside the chapel. Make way, everyone!”

“Yes, mother superior,” all the nuns acknowledged before guiding them towards the stone church. Shadow Scythe squeezed her lover’s hand while they marched behind the Rosey demi-human. She couldn’t express how badly she needed support from him and the others.

Yet was refusing to leave her side the right call? Even if they could take on Julianne and her covenant, how could Atalanta possibly atone for all the cruelty she inflicted on everyone in her life?

The party was seated around a table while the nun garbed mares sat on the benches. A meal was prepared for the guests as Julianne took to the podium. Grasping her rosary, she offered a small prayer that her followers repeated line for line. Zeloph couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable. Was this what he used to sound like?

“Now then,” the mother superior said after concluding her prayer with an ‘amen.’ “You may begin when ready.”

Once he washed down his food with some water, the male demi-human stood up. “I'm guilty of many things," began Zeloph, unable to shake what he'd done to Cerise's world or how he'd used Beatrix. “I selfishly tried to wipe humanity clean from the slate because I couldn’t emotionally deal with my grief. I insert my perspective where it wasn’t needed, causing countless lives to suffer. I thought redemption was beyond my reach, yet I stand today looking to make things better...” He briefly glanced down at the Vorpal Blade. “...and to prove my worth. It's your belief that everyone should be offered vindication, yes?”

“It is,” confirmed Julianne.

“Then I ask that you look past Atalanta's past transgressions for who she is today. I can guarantee that if you spend enough time with her, you won’t find any trace of the criminal she once was.” He sat back down with his testimony complete, placing his hand atop Shadow Scythe’s.

“Mother superior,” a mare rose up, and they recognized her as one of the nuns doing charity work. “I’d like the record to state that she provided a coin to our charitable cause. Surely something a nihilistic death bringer would never consider!”

“Noted,” nodded the peppy preacher. “Would anyone else care to add to this case?”

“I’d like to confess some of my own sins,” announced Kitsune, who rose up. Wispy hesitantly stood up after her. “Imoto and I were once assassins. An unknown syndicate captured us, altered our bodies, and erased our memories after completing every mission. I’m not even certain we’re sisters by blood…”

“I mean, yeah, but we were genetically altered together. So we might as well be sisters!” Wispy reassured her. “Can we really be blamed for stuff we didn’t choose? It was either carry out our missions or have our heads blown clean off!"

"You make it sound so casual," replied Kitsune, her tone thick with melancholy.

"I’m just being practical, Kit! There’s no need to beat yourself senselessly," the nekomata replied while studying her claws. “And the same applies to you, Shadow Scythe. What’s the point in wallowing over the past when you’ve got a brand new future to look forward to? I say you make amends, keep moving forward, and never look back! Run forever if you have to!"

"But her past has clearly caught up with her," another nun reminded. “That ghastly wraith and his undead horde wouldn’t have destroyed the villa had she not reaped innocent lives for their souls. Such evil should be punished!”

Murmurs began to arise within the chapel as Shadow Scythe tried to sink into her hoodie, unable to help but tremble while her lover rubbed her shoulders. The enormity of her terrible crimes settled back over her.

“She’s 'ardly the same mare na,” Ana’s voice cut in. “Shady 'ad 'er empathy reawakened and 'as been nuffin' but remorseful. She's been reformed and 'asn’t committed any terrible sins since then. Hell, if anything, I’ve promoted a bunch of naughty no-nos since then~!” She turned to the audience and struck a very suggestive pose that jutted out her jiggly breasts within her jumpsuit.

“S-so uncouth,” a few mares muttered, blushing hotly.

“Ha~! Deny those fuzzy feelings aw ya loike, but everyone's got desires they want fulfilled. Imagine 'a 'enlightened' you’d be takin' off those dingy clothes and gettin' saucy every Sunday morning~!” She made sure to bend forward and wave her ass at the abbess, who appeared unfazed by her provocative attempts.

“If you could please refrain from seducing my court, I’d highly appreciate it,” Julianna asked politely, earning a scowl from Ana, who complied and sat back down. She allowed her nuns a few minutes to recompose before making her final statements.

“Everyone has a fair point. While the sins of the past shouldn’t be overlooked, It’s obvious Shadow Scythe is no longer malevolent. And I am not without mercy! Therefore, I propose you partake in a Trial of Atonement, a sacred tradition to wash away your sins.”

“And wot does that entail,” Ana teasingly asked. “Tie 'er ter a whippin' post and take a couple lashes aahhht on 'er bare bum? If so, I’ll personally volunteer~!”

The neon demon flicked her wrist to mimic the motion while Shadow Scythe angrily gawked at her, whereas Wispy did her best to hold back her snickers. Zeloph said, “Ana, what the fu-”

“Oh, good heavens no!” insisted their holy hostess. “Atalanta is to help repair the villa from its ruins and then properly put all the souls she harvested to rest.”

“That… doesn’t sound so bad,” Zeloph considered.

“It’s reasonable,” agreed Kitsune.

Julianne continued. “There is a stipulation. You must complete these tasks independently. Your friends are to stay near the area until you've finished."

“What!?”

“'re ya drinkin' the gypsy kiss?!” Ana groaned. "That could take weeks, and I’m already Uncle Dick of ya bloody prudes and this Merlyn Rees of shi-.”

“No, It’s fine,” Shadow Scythe cut off, standing up from her seat after pondering her options. “I’ll do it. As long as everyone is okay with holding out here for a bit longer?”

The reaper looked between them and was met with reluctant nods.

"We can use the time to better ourselves," surmised Kitsune. "Wispy and I were altered into mystical yokai, so perhaps we can try and tap into our magical roots?”

“It’s worth a shot considering how unreliable our tech has proven,” grumbled Wispy. “But I'll have this licked in no time!”

“It gives me time to understand the Vorpal Blade better and hopefully figure out its hidden potential,” offered Zeloph.

“And wot abaht Mortis?” Ana continued to argue. “Ya fin' 'e's gonna wait for Shadow Scythe’s ‘Trial of Atonement’ ter conclude? 'e could be preparin' ter strike at this moment for aw we kna!!”

“My magic and Onoma have proven to be very effective against him,” reminded Julianne with a smile. “Should he attempt another attack on our community, we will be ready to defend it and the people inside!”

“Ya 'ave an answer for every lil' problem, aye? Freakin’ goodie-two-shoes, smiley-arse…” the demoness rambled to herself.

Shadow Scythe gave Zeloph an uneasy look before returning it to the mother superior and asked, “When do I start?”

Julianne beamed and said, "It doesn’t have to be immediate. Why not take the night to settle in? No doubt you'll need your strength for tomorrow!"

Once more, the group turned to each other and gave the nod, to which the overly cheery demi-human clapped her hands. “Haha~! Splendid! Then I call for this meeting to be adjourned. Sing with me, sisters, and let us pray that tomorrow will be most wondrous for our new friends!”

“Yes, mother superior!”

“Sing? W-wait, I don’t think that’s entirely necessar-'' Zeloph tried to protest, yet the nuns ignored him and rose to join Julianne in a choir song that filled the entire chapel with sound.

“Yeeaaagh! Get me aahhht! Get me the fuck aahhht!!” Ana yelled, hands covering her ears. “I’ll pull the plug before I tolerate a week of this shite!!”

Shadow Scythe couldn’t hold back a snicker, watching the neon demoness make a beeline for the church doors while she, Zeloph, and the cyber assassins followed.

Rooms were prepared for the party to retire, though Kitsune aloofly chose to stay outside on the lookout for another unexpected attack. Naturally, Zeloph and Shadow Scythe shared a room despite comments from the nuns about how scandalous that was since the couple was unmarried. Quiet settled when the door creaked closed behind them.

They took a moment to simply breathe, Shadow Scythe's thoughts consumed by the trial ahead. The reaper would have to face every lost soul she condemned to death and was not looking forward to that.

Zeloph removed the Vorpal Blade and studied it once more. "You know, if I manage to unlock its portal opening ability, we could probably slip away if need be," he pondered. "Just slice a breach into this dimension and-"

“That’s a Belladonna move, and you’re better than that,” countered Shadow Scythe, shaking her head solemnly. "This was something I’d have to deal with eventually. Better to do so now."

"Yeah, you’re right. But at the first sign of treachery, we're out of here. Lovely as she may be, there’s something suspicious about Julianne…"

Atalanta shared his nod, observing him set the sword side before sweeping over to her. The demi-human stroked her mane and cheek while the reaper draped into him, her hands left to rest on his bare chest while she listened to his heartbeat.

"So much for this disguise," she mused. "What was Ana thinking when crafting me these skimpy clothes? Hot pants seem more like Cerise’s thing than mine..." She rose and thrust her hip to one side as she took a moment to study how the shorts conformed to her petite bottom.

Zeloph chuckled while approaching the reaper. “I don't know; I think they look nice on you! Shows off your legs… and your ass~." He hissed playfully before a hand cupped her posterior.

Her pale blue cheeks colored as she dryly murmured, “There was a time when I would have taken someone's hand for that. You’re lucky to be on my better side…”

“And which side is that? Here?” He clapped her right cheek, making her gasp. “Or here~?” He purred, smacking the other plush cheek.

“A-ahh~! Just when I was beginning to question how you and that imp were related!”

“Sex isn't on my mind twenty-four seven,” he snickered, rubbing her rump. “Unless it’s with you. You make the cutest noises whenever you're riled up~!”

“Z-Zell-ooaaah~!” Shadow Scythe squeaked as the seraphic demi seized her with his plumage and draped her over his lap, sitting back on the bed. Her blush deepened when he drew her hot pants down, exposing her small but pert ass.

"Don't you dare–Aahhh~!" She yelped when Zeloph landed another swat on her rump.

“You wanted to be punished, remember~?” Zell slyly said, his wings pinning her in place while he clapped her cheeks, which slightly wobbled under every blow. Red handprints stained her supple rear as she huffed and squirmed over his lap.

The unicorn’s horn flared when he stopped, wrapped him in her aura, and slammed Zeloph on his back atop the sheets. She gave a playful, evil smirk before huskily saying, "My turn," as she climbed above him. Her magic kept him bound while she stripped his jacket and pants.

"Figured you’d still want to control me," he teased with a smile.

"Part of my charm~,” Atalanta cooed back, removing her top to free her tiny, perky tits and disrobed until she wore only her thigh-high boots. Once straddling her beloved, she nuzzled down his chest and stomach until she arrived at his member, nearly at full length. Before beginning her service, the reaper stroked his member and delivered a few kisses along the shaft.

Groans rose from the fallen one who cast his head back, her eyes half-lidded as she slowly licked along his long dick, breathing in his musk. Pre cum oozed from the tip, which she sampled while coating Zell’s cock in drool. It had a sweet taste, similar to honey, much to her surprise. She giggled wickedly while toying with him, trying to keep Zeloph on edge without him crossing that desired threshold.

"H-holy…" he sighed in ecstasy. "For someone who doesn't have much experience, you sure know how to work the shaft. Not even Beatrix tried to take me in her mouth~."

"Oh really,” Atalanta mused, nuzzling his cock, feeling its vein-lined surface throb and radiate with warmth. “Well, she had her chance. This belongs to me now~!” The unicorn mare empathized her claim by taking his tip into her maw and swallowing more of it down, relishing the pleasant sounds and praises Zeloph made.

Such an act would have once been unthinkable to her. Yet the reaper was determined to please her partner, saliva flowing down his rigid shaft as she sloppily slurped and gagged. Feeling that rhythmic throbbing grow frantic, Shadow Scythe pulled back with a wet ‘pop’ yet kept a firm grip around her lover’s dick.

Zeloph groaned, “W-wha..? But I was-”

“Oh no, you don’t,” she laughed. “If we’re going to be apart for a while, I want to feel every trace of you. And I have a very special place for your seed...”

Shadow Scythe undid his magical bindings before standing up and sensually walking towards one side of the room. The unicorn mare blushed heavily as she bent over, spreading an ass cheek with a hand, and pointed a finger towards her puckered tail hole, which she tried to relax.

Zeloph gazed at her in astonishment, his own cheeks brightening. “A-are you sure? We’ve never gone there before…”

“First time for everything,” she assured in a husky voice, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her inflamed pussy winked and dripped, the need to be thoroughly bred by him aching inside Shadow Scythe. Despite this, she knew that it would only take a single drop of his potent seed to impregnate her. Something she wasn’t ready for and would spell more misery for them. At least this way, she could enjoy having Zeloph fill her without risk. "J-just don't head in dry!"

Atalanta shook her hips invitingly until her lover finally made his way towards her backside, gingerly massaging her bruised flanks. He suckled his fingers, then rubbed the saliva on her asshole. She shuddered upon feeling his cockhead press and prod her rectum, thankful for the extra lube her mouth provided.

“Alright… I’m going in,” Zeloph gently warned before slowly pushing into his lover’s tail hole. Shadow Scythe braced herself, sharply exhaling as only half his length filled her tightly clutched pucker.

“F-fuck! Why do you feel so much bigger?!” She exclaimed.

“Nneh! D-do you need a minute to adjust or-” the seraphic demi’s concerns were momentarily lost when the reaper pushed her rump back into him, sinking his cock further inside, her eyes closed.

“N-no, I’m fine,” Atalanta insisted. “J-just start pounding me already. Mmm...Reshape it with your thick cock~!”

Zeloph said nothing more and began thrusting into her backside steadily. Shadow Scythe mewled as whatever pain faded into intense pleasure, her partner spreading her soft ass apart. Her wet pussy quivered each time his balls tapped against her mound. And when he fully sheathed his long shaft, the unicorn mare couldn’t hold back a happy cry between teeth.

“Aa-aaaah~! F-Fuck my ass, Zeloph! Take it~!”

“Heh~! Knew she'd be a butt slut,” Ana huffed to herself, her pointy ear pressed against the wall, tuning in to the scandalous love-making happening next door. While she took solace that her brother and Shadow Scythe were soiling this ‘sacred’ monastery, the neon demoness couldn’t escape the dreadful feeling of being left out. Despite her best attempts to heed Zell’s advice, she found her deepest, darkest desires overruled her flimsy morals. A slave to her passions.

Ana scoffed bitterly, thoroughly fed up with this place full of these pretentious zealots and their peppy leader. The neon demon thought up a scenario of being fucked right on her pedestal, garbs half-heartedly decorating her voluptuous frame that jiggled under every pummeling thrust. She would sing sinful praises to rub them into Julianne’s pretty face.

Her cheeks brightened as her fantasy gave a face to the man pinning her in a mating press, driving his cock into her tight depths. Zell’s face.

Ana’s pink claws drifted down her stomach, having shed her skin-tight jumpsuit and laying naked on a bed. Her shapely thighs parted to give her hand access to her dripping hot cunt, which she stroked in time with her brother’s thrusts. Hot pants and sighs escaped her voice as her other hand kneaded her left breast, squeezing it while her thumb poked into her nipple.

Dark energy began rippling around the demi-human, pink and blue shimming around the flowing black aura; eyes shut tightly as she murmured her brother’s name under a heavy breath.

Just then, the door opened, pulling Ana out of her licentious fantasy. Her magenta eyes snapped open, locking with the widened feline slits of Wispy when she peeked into her room.

“O-oh, shit! Is this a bad time? If you want, I could come back in the-” the twin-tailed tigress began.

Ana quickly said, “N-na, nah! Nah! Just get your furry butt in before someone sees ya!”

Wispy nodded and quickly closed the door behind them with a slam. She couldn't help but stare at Ana's gorgeous display of femininity. And despite the interruption, the demon continued to play with herself, albeit less enthusiastically.

It cheekily reminded Wispy of the time she made up with a particular boy band singer, whom she felt a lingering flame for despite their mutual separation. "Look, Ana,” the nekomata began, rubbing her arm while her forked tails swished. "I’m sorry for throwing you under the bus back there. My sister was in trouble, and I didn-"

"It’s fine, love,” sighed the demi-human. “If I were in your shoes and my brother was in danger, I would 'ave done the same. She’s the only family ya 'ave left, wite?"

Wispy nodded. “Were it not for me and Eclipsed Heart, Well… I think the poor woman would've taken her own life!” She turned her glance down, Kitsune’s stark confession from earlier still fresh on her mind. She shook her head. “But unlike her and Shadow Scythe, I don't intend to wallow in the past! Who cares how many people we’ve killed? All that matters is that we press forward and find a better future for ourselves!"

“Feeling's mutual,” said Ana, who squirmed upon her fingers, reaching a good spot within her love tunnel. “I kna Zell wants ter 'onor 'is dead friend’s promise and protect the good of mankind, but it’s 'ard ter ignore 'a awful people 're. I mean, look at ya and Kitsune! You’re the result of avarice by a syndicate full of upper crusts! I’d feel nah shame in slewin' a few of those pigs myself…”

The demoness’ memories trailed back to a particularly stormy night at a club, where she'd snapped back to awareness naked and soaked in blood, barely a trace of the man she spent her time with left behind. Nor at that moment did she eviscerate a gang of rapists to save that poor girl, only to be labeled as a monster.

“Nah shame at all…” she grumbled darkly, biting her plump bottom lip.

Wispy noticed the change in expression, that heavy aura flowing around her rapidly. So, rather than press Ana on something she obviously didn’t want to talk about, the nekomata gave a sly smirk and approached her with a swing of her hips. The sound of clothes ruffling brought the demi-human's attention back to the abyssinian tigress.

Her twin tails hooked into her cheongsam, untying it and letting it drape off her supple form. Ana ran her tongue over her painted lips upon seeing that Wispy wore no underwear underneath. White fur around her breasts, stomach, and crotch gave way to the orange stripes that coated the rest of her supple flesh, her tits a nice handful, while her hips and ass were wider as they swished about.

"You look like you’re in desperate need of a distraction, sweetheart~!” Wispy purred while pulling her clawed feet free from her discarded clothes. Now fully nude, the tigress crawled towards Ana’s parted thighs, her ass high and tails wagging excitedly. The neon succubus licked her lips before pulling her drench fingers away, only to gasp when Wispy dove in and suckled her clit.

“Whooaahoho~! Ya don’t waste any nickle and dime, do ya?” the demoness crooned.

After giving a long lick to Ana’s inflamed labia, Wispy said, “Only with people I like. Besides, I owe you one~!” With a wink, she ate out her friend’s honey pot while stroking her own pussy with a free hand.

"O-ooh! Mmm, knew it be fan ter seek ya aahhht,” moaned Ana, whose sensitive ears could still pick up the sounds of Zeloph and Shadow Scythe’s love-making whenever she tried to listen in.

"I do have lots of practice," admitted the neko between licks, her mouth smeared in the demi’s nectar. "Mostly with our rival band, S.L.U.T.!"

Ana tittered while squishing her tits together. "Already loike 'em by the sound of their name~!"

Wispy snorted. "Stands for ‘Sadistic Lesbians United Together.’ I’m sure they’d enjoy having your company."

"We’ll make 'rrangements sum ovver time. Na, less yappin’, more lappin’~!” She ground her cunt against the abyssian tigress' maw, then shook her shapely hips and butt while driving her tongue in deeper. “Ooof~! Wot a rough tongue! It feels amazing~!”

Though a part of her was glad that Wispy’s wet appendage wasn’t barbed like most cats. Ana enjoyed a bit of pain, but rubbing the equivalent of sandpaper on her vagina didn’t sound appealing!

Nonetheless, she mewled while Wispy worked her over, her tongue wriggling about to reach inside Ana’s love tunnel. Unlike her older sister, the nekomata didn't think they had anything to atone for. They never asked to be kidnapped, experimented on, brainwashed, and trained to kill! And if they hadn't, they would have died pointlessly! Besides this, the ex assassins hadn't committed any actual crimes!

The escalating pressure continued to build up inside Ana until her orgasm crashed. The demoness squealed and came all over Wispy's face, unleashing a wave of black energy that filled the room. Wispy was too focused on licking the demi’s slit clean of its juices, purring loudly as her face and tits were soaked in the messy splashes.

Only when she reeled her back, her face smeared and fr matted, did she notice the drastic change in scenery. “H-huh!? Whoa…”

The entire bedroom was now a black void, the furniture, door, floor, and walls highlighted by a white outline. The only color came from Wispy, whose yellow fur glowed as if under a black light. Ana herself was illuminated with neon, her eyes, hair, and pink body marks shimmering. And above her bat-shaped wings unfurled a pair of purple avian plumage not unlike Zeloph’s. A Series of eyes opened within the feathers while the demoness surveyed her surroundings. Their soft breaths reverberated and echoed between the walls. A strange pressure weighed upon them, almost like they were underwater.

“Well… this is new,” Ana commented, running a talon over her newly formed feathers.

“Pretty sick is what it is!” complimented Wispy, who crawled atop the perplexed demi-human, their busts squishing into each other as she settled in. “Almost like we're having our own personal rave party~!”

“Yea?” This brought a smile out of Ana before she gripped onto the twin-tailed tigress and rolled over the top. Her pairs of wings fanned out to further display her power as she said, “Good. 'cause we’re not even close ter bein' done yet~!”

The lecherous pair laughed before mashing their mouths and grinding their bodies together. Wispy’s twin tails secured around the demi’s hips, while Ana’s flytrap tail slithered between the catwoman’s striped legs to return the favor.

Whatever this strange blacklight power was, it made the neon demon feel invigorated. Perhaps training in this monastery while Shadow Scythe was away wouldn’t be so dreadful after all.

Kitsune's ears perked when sensing someone's thoughts were on her. She dismissed the idea as superstition since the kunoichi contented herself to cradle atop the abbey with her blade close at hand. The moonlight spilled down on her.

Satisfied they were safe here; the fox woman allowed her internal cyber systems to shut down to replenish her reserves, aware the magic that suffused the land would continue to weaken her and Wispy. Yet what troubled her most also came with an unexpected upside.

Usually, her sensations were dulled. Kitsune took little pleasure from food or drink, another's touch, even the simple tickle of the sun's rays or a breeze...yet the vixen's fur fluffed up a bit under a calm wind. She cooed low, her cheeks colored, thankful no one was around to hear her.

No doubt Wispy would've teased her for becoming more sentimental, but there was a reason. She stared hard at her furred hand and asked, “Of all the times… why now?”

Kitsune tried to transmute her hand, only to find it harder than ever. Her eyes watered with ambivalence, realizing that the more time spent outside her world, the more flesh-and-blood she’d become. It was a dream she had longed for to come true… but not like this! How was she to protect anyone without her full power?

What if all the skills the kunoichi honed proved insufficient? Would she prove Triad right?

More than ever, Kitsune wished Eclipsed Heart were there with them. Despite not wanting to put the pop princess at severe risk, she needed her more than she’d let their band leader believe.

“No, there has to be a way,” she surmised, her eyes narrowed. “Triad’s inner circuitry appeared unaffected by this realm. He must have had outside help. It has to be Varys!"

Who else but the Vice Lord had such tech that it could bend the nature of reality? Her fist tightened on the saber's hilt, determined to find and exterminate the mechanized scientist.

They probably weren't supposed to leave the grounds, but she decided to slip away, as the vixen wished to test her body since its changes. Not to mention she spotted a pond by the villa that spoke to her. She leaped from the rooftop and silently landed on a dirt path.

Her eyes darted about to make certain no one watched her or followed, approached the pristine waters that sparkled under the moon's rays, undid her clothes and dropped them.

But before Kitsune could step into the pond, the vixen detected something that made her heart flutter. Her eyes widened at the reflection of another fox-like creature, whose expression looked equally as shocked at seeing her. His sea green eyes reflected her own as they met.

Instinctively, she splashed the aquatic image away, the surface rippling. Once it calmed, her reflection mirrored, much to Kitsune’s perplexity. And slight disappointment?

Shaking it off as her suppressed desires got the better of her, Kitsune dipped her toe into the cool water before taking a couple steps in.

Gasps of euphoria escaped Kitsune when her tall, well-shaped body centered in the cool pool. She took her time, relishing its touch while gradually submerging herself up to her thighs. Then she closed her eyes and dived in fully. Her snout lit up with a small smile, and she almost cried at the feel while she waded in further and swam to her heart's content.

Her nine tails swished behind her. For a moment, the vixen debated on never leaving this world once their mission reached its conclusion.

Liquids bubbled across the zebra's nude body as consciousness slowly dawned on Zuri, one of three princesses from the Zebrican Empire. She sputtered and thrashed, only to find herself trapped in a small coffin-like enclosure. The machine hummed around her, and the occupant bathed in liquid metal that somehow hadn't harmed her as the mercury filled her orifices.

From its transparent shield, she could see outside into the iron facility; her horror multiplied when she realized Kali and Tisha were trapped in similar enclosures, mercifully unconscious.

Doors slid open, and someone walked into the chamber. His body was fully mechanized, saved for the green overcoat, a vulture's visage hiding his face, pale eyes glowing from vermillion visors. He drew closer, making Zuri shut her eyes to appear unconscious. After a moment, she briefly opened an eye to find the scientist studying her sister’s pods.

His robotic appendage slithered out from his coat tails, holding a black grimoire between its titanium talons. The covers lined in faces forever warped in a monstrous scream. She pressed herself against the glass, trying to get a closer look until the pod burst open.

Gasping, Zuri hurled up to a seated position, sputtering mouthfuls of liquid metal filling her lungs and running down her bare form. “You’re up earlier than scheduled,” the bionic plague doctor noted without acknowledging her directly. “Seems my sedative needs a tad more work done. Oh well.”

Zuri scrambled to her feet, taking in gulps of air while coughing out metallic fluid.

"How fascinating," he continued, brushing through a couple pages from the Necronomicon. "I would have never suspected this book would be the key to maintaining symbiosis between a living soul and a robotic shell. With this, I can reformat sapient beings without the side-effect of corroding their minds. Fortuitous, as consciousness is necessary to my plans.”

Zuri weakly asked, "Who...w-who are you?"

He turned towards her and proclaimed, “My name is Varys. But soon, all shall call me master.”

This made the zebra mare glower. “Like hell we will, you filth!”

She lunged at him, only to be battered away by his tail, her body slammed into a cybernetic wall. Zuri struggled to raise until a sharp pain spiked through her spine, the zebra arching in pain. Her eyes dilated as metal tendrils and wires sprouted out her back to wrap around her flesh, forming incomplete platings. She screamed inside her augmented suit.

The cyber demon emitted a humorless chuckle. “I see the Parasyte has been partially implemented! Excellent. Just a couple more hours in the procedure pod, and it’ll function properly.”

“N-no! NOO!” Zuri exclaimed in horror, staring at her newly transformed hand. “What have you done to me!?”

“Only what was necessary to appease your father,” elaborated Varys. “By his decreed, you and your siblings shall be supplanted with the best technology and weapons available.”

“N-no, you lie!! It's because of my father our nation should achieve greater technology. And he’d never allow some bionic devil to corrupt his good intentions!”

This earned another mechanized chuckle. "Bionic devil. I do like the sound of that!" Then the Vice Lord shook his head. “You actually believe that spineless coward was capable of advancing his empire without my genius? Oh, you poor, simple-minded girl.”

His tail pressed a button, and a holographic computer screen flickered to life, playing recorded footage of the Emperor. With as stern an expression he could muster, he said, “By order of the Pundamilia Empire, you are to provide my daughters with only the best your technology offers. Weapons, droids, anything they need to expand the Zebrican influence!”

Zuri’s face fell in disbelief, unable to comprehend how her father willingly allowed this metal monster access to experiment on her, Tisha, and Kali. She noticed that her cousin, the royal advisor, stood next to her father, sporting a sinister smile.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to take care of,” he concluded, ending the footage as the screen went blank. Silver tears oozing down her face, the zebra princess collapsed to her knees.

“Ahh. Betrayal,” Varys mused cruelly. “I imagine it stings more than the device attached to your nervous system. Not to worry, my dear. Once you’re fully automatized, you will be spared from feeling pain.”

“N-no… No, you can’t!” But her body involuntarily moved on its own, walking Zuri back into the pod, glass sealed shut. The Parasyte unraveled its steel bindings back into the zebra mare’s back. Zuri screamed and pounded her fists against the capsule, the metal liquid filling once more.

“WHATEVER YOU’RE PLANNING, YOU WON’T SEE IT THROUGH!” She declared. “WHEN MY FATHER FINDS OUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE, YOU WILL BE EXECUTED!!”

“I beg to differ,” Varys countered, looming over her pod. “Even if that were to happen, the outcome has already been decided. You and your people will be reborn into my machines. I.V.O; wipe her memory once her transformation is complete.”

“Acknowledged.” A digital voice echoed.

“No! NO! NOOOOOO!!” Zuri angrily yelled, struggling to keep her head above the bubbling fluid until it enveloped her. After a few moments of struggle, the zebra princess went unconscious as IV tubes were reattached to her body to maintain her health during the procedure.

Varys briefly checked the notes handed to the royal advisor at the table. “Hmm. I’ll have to preserve their suppleness,” the cyber demon examined, his hellish visors taking in their ample breasts and nude forms. “Seduction will be vital to coax the other tribes to comply with the emperor’s ‘vision.’ Heh. Perhaps I should test their pleasure and pain capacity personally. If only to understand the functions of this new body I possess..."

Suddenly, an alarm blared as his A.I alerted him. “Warning! Spacial disturbance detected. Undead lifeforms; Inbound!”

“Back already? How curious,” the Vice Lord said before removing the notes and leaving the chambers. Varys flew up to where the ghoulish portal had breached to greet his other clients.

Out from the rift came Mortis Solitaire, who levitated the enclosed caskets of Triad and Penny Dreadful onto the steel platform. The hollowed sockets of his horse skull observed inside the coffins, his minions bathed in black blood that churned to animate them. Yet the damage they suffered wasn’t healing as quickly, much to his vexation.

Varys surveyed their states and surmised, “It appears you ran into some trouble.”

“We did not anticipate another demi-human,” admitted Mortis. “She possessed holy magic strong enough to counteract my necromancy. Now they can’t fully recover, even after an extensive rest. At this rate, I will be denied my retribution!”

"Patience, friend," the cyber demon comforted. “She is but another inconvenience. We remain on schedule.”

The reaper stallion gave the nod. “Then I trust you to repair them?”

"Hmph. I won’t simply repair them. I will improve their capabilities through my science." His attention drew towards Quicksilver Bullet, who had his back turned, muttering amongst himself. “Why isn’t he rejuvenating in a casket?”

“I cannot afford to let him rest,” the lich stated. “My mental coils are beginning to weaken, and I would rather he not remember his death.”

“Ahh. That’s always the problem, isn’t it?” mused Varys. “Mortals and their insufferable free wills. This is why I invested in robotics. The beauty of machines is that they follow orders without resilience. No emotions or self-made thoughts that could potentially override their directives. Absolute purity. Something no mortal, alive or dead, can achieve. You reapers carelessly collect souls without considering the damage done to the mind."

Varys turned to study the old hunter, whose attention was consumed as he cleaned his equipment. "The old fool can only endure so much trauma before his mind, spirit, and body expire."

“He will have served his purpose by that time,” Mortis declared, hovering towards the elder stallion. “And his daughter will be dead at my feet. If you intend to give them upgrades, I suggest arming them with anti-holy magic material. For now, I must perform my reaper duties.”

The Vice Lord only gave a nod in response while lifting the caskets to transport them further into his industrial laboratory. Though Varys disliked the reaper’s refusal to accept logic, petty arguments were beneath him. In time, even Mortis would become part of his technorganic utopia.

“Come, Quicksilver,” said Mortis, causing the gunslinger to snap his pistol polishing. “More souls are fated by the natural order to be harvested-”

"For the next attack," answered Quicksilver as he leaned on his rifle to rise. "Yeah, yeah, I know…" His shoulders were slumped in his coat, his lined face weary as he smoothed his mustache.

“A shame I cannot locate Natural Selection. We are lacking in muscle. I suppose his body will break down eventually if he continues to push himself past his limitations."

“Pft. Good riddance” spat Quicksilver. “ Was gettin’ sick of his sexist crap. My wife was everything to me. As was our daughter, until..." He slammed his fist into the nearest wall, met by a metallic clank as his knuckles burned. "Gotta keep goin’... Keep it together… for them!"

“Yes. Remember your mission,” Mortis hissed as a translucent green glow arose within his sockets and met the hunter's tired eyes. He needed to make certain his mental domination over the old stallion was absolute. Or else he, as Varys accurately deduced, would turn on him at an opportune moment.

Descending into his massive computer room, Varys placed the two coffins behind his chair. Moving his mouse, he clicked on a folder that brought up blueprints and files related to his hidden experiment.

“I.V.O. What is the estimated number of people required to build Project: Nephilim?”

“Calculating,” the A.I briefly surveyed every document and image pulled before responding, “Analysis; complete.1000 people required for the production of Project: Nephilim.”

“Hmm. That's a lot more than I anticipated,” admitted the cyber demon. “No matter. Reformulate the sedative and start gathering more test subjects. Once we have all the necessary material, we will proceed with phase two.”

“At once, Master Varys.”