Just Deserts

Kennel watched with unfettered glee, as Leech thoughtlessly rent Fenris’ precious scarf asunder. She knew good and well that her Master would be absolutely livid once he returned home - then again, that was just the point. After what he’d done to her and their guest, the bastard deserved to be taken down a peg.

“I’m gonna get it!” she playfully taunted. Snatching up and pulling on one end of the article, she pitted her strength against the transformed unicorn’s jaws.

The last few days had done nothing but darken her mood. Not only had Leech, the mare who’d helped Fenris regain his stallionly self, had her mental faculties reduced to that of a dog, but she’d gone without the slightest bit of attention from either her Master or Pixel. Growing increasingly frustrated and angry with the development, not for the least of which reasons being her aching, untouched marehood, she’d decided to take drastic actions.

There were perilously few things that Fenris sincerely cared about, aside from his bloated pride, yet his scarf was one of them. It had taken him years of study to produce, as well as several failed attempts to craft the sorcerous artifact, and it was the only way he could wield his magical power; all of his arcane knowledge and skill meant less than nothing, without a tool for him to channel energy through - a tool that she was in the process of destroying.

Separating him from his scarf hadn’t been the easiest thing in the world, since he tended to carry it with him at all times, but she’d calculated and masterfully executed a scheme to do just that. After a rather impassioned roll with his pet, the garment had gotten sullied with Leech’s marish juices - something which happened all too easily, since the fabric had been used to bind the animalistic unicorn; upon noticing the article’s sullied state, having overheard Pixel brooch the subject of going out for pizza, she’d demurely offered to help clean the hexed clothing while he was away. The moment he and his friend had departed, she’d put her plan into action.

While she did feel bad for Leech, the mare’s canine instincts made the task of destroying the scarf all too easy; like most dogs, after a bit of teasing, she’d set upon the ensorcelled fabric and torn it to ribbons. There was no way that Fenris wouldn’t discipline one or both of his faithful concubines for the cataclysmic faux pas, but any punishment would be with it. Without the enchanted garment, he was just as powerless as any other pegasus.

Ripping a sizable portion of cloth free, Leech tumbled back, shook her head, and wolfed down the shred of fabric. It was almost cute to watch the hexed unicorn play with the scarf, tearing off and occasionally eating pieces of the article, until Kennel noticed something peculiar. Either her eyes were playing tricks on her, or the bestial mare had gotten slightly larger than she had been mere minutes before.

Stepping forward and gathering up a piece of the ruined scarf, she knit her brow. “Alright, that’s enough playtime for now.”

Slowly, ponderously, Leech got to her hooves and lumbered over to her. There was no doubt about it, the unicorn was definitely bigger than she had been. After Fenris had enhanced her, the mare had been maybe a hair taller than an average stallion, maybe a few inches taller than most mares, but now she positively loomed over Kennel. Staring up at the drooling, fang-filled maw of the hexed equine, she gulped.

There should have been no way for the scarf to have any magical potency without an invocation from its owner, yet its involvement was the only plausible explanation for whatever was going on with Leech. As her thoughts raced, pouring over the various mystical teachings she’d accrued, the unicorn lowered her head, plucked what remained of the charmed garment from her grasp, and gulped it down. In the blink of an eye, faster than should have been possible, her hypothesis about the bizarre development was confirmed.

Leech tensed, as a deep, unsettling rumble slipped past her curled lips. Kennel reflexively backed away, her amusement from minutes ago being eclipsed by unease. She couldn’t explain what was going on, nor exactly why it was happening, but the primitive parts of her mind demanded she do one thing - run. Backing to the exit, forgetting that the door was closed, her hoof tapped the frame, caused a soft knock, and caught the beast’s ear.

Where once had stood a unicorn with canine features now loomed a monster. Impossibly tall, nearly double the stature of even the most imposing pony, the beast’s curled lips and bared, glinting fangs were the stuff of nightmares, yet they were but two of the fiend’s disturbing facets. Her eyes, cat-like and glowing with a harlequin fire, flew open and locked onto the mare plastered to the door.

“E…easy,” Kennel sputtered, gradually reaching back with a wing to blindly unlock the door. “Easy now…”

Regret and dread coursed through her, staring up and into the slavering, parted jaws of the abomination. Though Leech had retained her hooves and some semblance of her equine structure, she appeared more lupine than anything. Aside from her hulking size, terrifying teeth, and a build that would put most athletes to shame, there was one thing about the creature that both horrified and confused Kennel beyond belief.

Whatever witchcraft was affecting the unicorn, it was not the same as what imbued the once-potent scarf. Fenris’ treasured artifact had been carefully and lovingly crafted with both runes and enchantment that allowed him to wield magic as proficiently as any native-born spellcaster, and the hue of its power changed depending on the type of sorcery being called upon - that said, the umbral glow in Leech’s eyes, an opalescent kaleidoscope tinged with black lightning, smacked of some unknowable force.

Caught completely off guard by the terrifying development, frozen in place, she could only watch as the monstrous mare inched closer, dipped her head, and brought her muzzle straight toward her face. With the bestial titan’s breath washing over her, her heart skipped a beat. She never thought she’d die at the hooves of an abomination she’d unwittingly created, but there was no escape. Screwing her eyes shut, issuing a silent prayer to whatever higher or lower powers were willing to listen, she felt something warm and wet slide over her cheek.

With an earth-shattering thud, the sound of panting sailed to her ears. Peeking out, more confused than ever, she started. For some unfathomable reason, Leech sat before her, resting on her haunches, with her head cocked and massive tongue lolled out. The sight gave her a moment for pause, though a thought occurred. Anxiously lifting and presenting a forehoof, she held her breath.

In an instant, a colossal, furred hoof pressed her foreleg to the ground, nearly setting her off balance. While she was no expert on animals, Leech behavior stood in stark contrast to her striking aesthetic. She may have looked like something out of a foal’s nightmares, but she was simply an oversized puppy - a puppy practically bleeding unknowable and quite possibly malign power, but a puppy nonetheless.

Collecting herself, Kennel pulled her limb free, straightened up, and reached out to stroke the mare’s fluffy chest. Sure enough, as soon as her hoof caressed the beast’s thick fur, Leech rolled to her side and promptly demolished a wall in the foyer; ignorant or possibly uncaring of the devastation she’d wrought, dusted with drywall and slivers of wooden studs, she presented her belly and kicked her legs out. Regardless of how relieving the adorable display was, the ruination to the home couldn’t be ignored.

Kennel’s fear was drowned out by panic, watching her guest’s tail thrash and knock an arm off the nearby couch. What was meant to be a relatively harmless prank, effectively disarming Fenris from his magic, had gone totally and completely off the rails. Shuffling to the side and away from the exit, she spun around and unlocked the door. The only reasonable thing she could do was to get Leech outside and away from anything of value, lest the enormous creature raze the structure from within.

Looking over her shoulder, keeping her eyes on the massive beast, she pulled the door open. “Alright, let’s go out for a -”

“What are you doing?” an all too familiar voice sternly inquired, sending a cold shiver up her spine.

Turning in place, she found herself facing none other than Fenris. The cosmos must have had a grand sense of humor, or possibly her luck was severely lacking - whatever the case, the stallion’s appearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. Shooting to the side, doing her damnedest to impose herself between the stud and the interior of the house, she falteringly smiled.

“H…hey, I was just - um -” she nervously murmured, hearing movement behind her, “I was just going to take Leech for a walk.”

The stallion squinted and listed to the side, peering past her and into the living room. She would have been amused by his stunned expression, had she not known that his wrath would follow shortly thereafter. Barging in past her, surveying the havoc and giant, wolf-like unicorn, he stopped dead in his tracks and went rigid.

“My scarf!” he bellowed, his raged tinged lament. Rushing straight by his titanic, carefree pet, he snatched up a tattered scrap of his artifact. “What did you do?!”

“Uh -” Kennel began, turning and rubbing the back of her neck. “Leech kind of ate it. I tried to stop her, but by the -”

“You let her eat my fucking scarf?!” he bellowed, wheeling around to face his marish doppelganger. “You utter imbeci-Hey?!?”

Apathetic to his vexed state, Leech wriggled over and bit down on the strip of cloth in his hoof. Given her size and augmented strength, she easily wrenched the material from his grasp, lifted her head, and swallowed it down. What her motives were was anypony’s guess, but she didn’t stay laying down for long. Twisting in place, rolling through the damaged wall, she got to her hooves and started sniffing the floor.

“What the fuck is - What the fuck?!” Pixel gasped, peeking inside.

An odd look of anger, confusion, and grief flitted across Fenris’ face, with the former being the strongest by far, as he turned and watched the metamorphosed mare devou a second portion of his garment. “This happened after she consumed the scarf?”

“I mean, I guess?” Kennel sheepishly replied. “I came in the living room and just found her like this.”

There was no way in Tartarus she was going to tell the stallion what had actually happened, not when she was already in hot water, so the plausible deception was her only reasonable course of action. Stepping to his side, essentially powerless to stop the colossus, she sighed. Damned if she knew how they were going to deal with the unusual development, but she took solace knowing she wouldn’t have to address it by herself.

The kirin trotted between the pair of pegasi, studying Leech, before he backpedaled. “Oh sweet Celestia…”

His words mirrored both Fenris and Kennel’s thoughts, as the trio stared at the unicorn in disbelief. Having fed on nearly all of the accursed article with blinding speed, driven by some unfathomable urge, Leech’s transformation took an altogether more disturbing turn. An inky blackness permeated the sclera of her eyes, a sickening cracking noise cut through the air, and the mare’s lower jaw split her jaw, as a writhing mass of tendrils emerged from her gullet.

“P…perhaps retreating is the most prudent option,” Fenris muttered, as the nightmare leveled her attention at him.

Though Pixel executed an about face and went to flee, but it was too late. In the heartbeat it took him to face the exit, a duo of vibrant green tentacles shot from the behemoth’s maw, seized him by the fetlocks and hauled him into the living room. His shrill, girlish squeal was alarming as it was hair raising, and it provoked an immediate and unforeseen response.

“Let him go!” Fenris demanded, leaping toward the creature.

Leech’s baleful gaze shifted from the squirming, distressed kirin to the shockingly intrepid pegasus, as she took a ponderous step over Pixel. Though her size hadn’t changed much, being only marginally bigger than she had been, her appearance was that of something which had crawled from the abyss. An otherworldly iridescence swirled within her pupils, viscous ichor dribbled from her bifurcated mandibles, and an air of menace exuded from her very being, yet it was her enigmatic intentions which was the most disquieting.

Stomping a hoof, quite possibly overwhelmed the enormity of the circumstances, Fenris boldly held his ground. “I said, let him - Gah!”

Faster than he could finish speaking, a quartet of tendrils burst from Leech’s grizzly snout, coiled around him, and plucked him from the ground. With two of the slimy appendages around his chest, pinning his wings to his back, a third moved to his face, while he was brought to her horrific visage. Too scared to move, petrified about what she was going to witness, Kennel’s blood ran cold.

“B…Breeeeeeeeeed,” Leech rumbled, her disjointed jaw and multitude of tongue-like extremities somehow forming a coherent word.

“You have got to be kidding me!” Pixel bleated, his head situated directly between her hind legs.

Struggling to free himself, with a bead of sweat rolling down his brow, Fenris peeked back at the fiendish beast. “I order you to put me down…”

Though his command was as clear as day, he lacked the conviction he’d once had. The stallion who’d subjugated dozens of mares, warping their minds to absolute servitude, had finally met his match. Outmatched in strength, without his infernal tool, and with his cunning utterly useless against the monstrosity he’d helped to unleash, he was as helpless as a newborn.

At a loss, Kennel looked between the pair of stallions. By any reasonable standard, she should have taken advantage of the opening and escaped, yet her perverse curiosity, paired with a desire to see the duo of dick-heads get their just desserts. As far as she was concerned, Pixel and Fenris had both earned a bit of payback for being womanizing pricks, though the latter was by far the more egregious offender of the two.

“Kennel,” Fenris shouted, as one of the tendrils drew up his thigh and coin purse, “don’t just stand there!”

“Yeah!” Pixel chirped, staring up at the winking, gargantuan marehood above him.

Maybe it was the absurdity of it all, or perhaps she wasn’t as worried as she should have been, but the turn of events left Kennel emboldened. Her Master, the very pony who’d created and subsequently did his best to break her on a existential level, had been rendered as powerless and vulnerable as a newborn, yet that wasn’t what tickled her sadistic interest - no, that was the sight of him asking for help, something he wouldn’t do unless he was genuinely troubled.

“Does Leech want to breed?” she inquired, unable to conceal a pitiless tone from her voice.

Fenris flinched, his eyes widening slightly, as he immediately redoubled his efforts to squirm free. “No - no breeding!”

Shifting her head and peering down at Kennel, Leech’s freakish snout split into an appalling parody of a grin. Though she may not have fully understood what was being said, some primeval portion of herself comprehended the mare’s words. Glancing down and back at the kirin beneath her, she turned her attention to the stallion dangling inches from her muzzle.

“By all the dark powers that reside below,” Fenris growled, his harsh words juxtaposed against his dismay, “if you - Hnnngh!”

For the second time in short order, he was cut off by the great monstrosity. With all the blinding speed of a striking serpent, the tongue on his backside withdrew and plunged straight into his ass. Though the appendage was as thick as a fully erect stallionhood, the liberal coating of viscous saliva, as well as the brute force of the move, allowed him to be penetrated with ease. As she violated the wriggling, askance pegasus in her grasp, she rocked her hips down and slammed her titanic ass squarely atop the kirin’s head.

Fenris shivered from hoof to head, too startled to vocalize a reply, as Leech put the thick tendril to work. Though Kennel knew it wasn’t the first time he’d been rimmed by a mare, having shared his memories until her conception, she realized he’d never been exploited in such a brutish way. With her arousal steadily overshadowing her apprehension, hearing one stallion’s muffled whimpers and the other’s stifle a moan, her marehood clenched.

Considering there wasn’t anything she could realistically do, other than run for the hills, she saw no harm in indulging her depraved curiosity. While she was still far from comprehending what had happened to Leech, she had an assumption regarding the behemoth’s motives. Her best guess was that the mind-broken mare, having been plowed multiple times by both Fenris and Pixel, viewed the pair of studs as just that - prime, virile males with which to sate her lecherous urges. Since she lacked a dick, and having abstained from directly fooling around with the corrupted unicorn, she was likely viewed as some form of packmate - in short, she was presumably immune from the beast’s carnal wants.

“I’m - Mmmph - going to kill - Nnnf - both of you for this,” Fenris croaked, cracking an eye to glare over at his female clone.

Staring up at him, Kennel grinned from ear to ear. He may have sounded mad, yet his body betrayed him. Slipping from its sheath, growing before her very eyes, his stallionhood was a sure sign that he wasn’t hating the harsh treatment nearly as much as he claimed. Though she couldn’t fully see Pixel, since his lower half was obscured by Leech’s sculpted, mountainous rump, she’d bet her bottom bit that he was spectacularly erect.

The sight of Fenris and his friend being completely dominated was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen, pushing her ambitions to the limit. The survivalistic part of her told her to leave, to seize the opportunity to get away, yet the devil on her shoulder urged her to not only stay but to assist her poor Master. Clearing her throat, causing one of Leech’s ears to swivel at her, she kicked the door closed and eased herself down on the floor.

“Leech,” she purred, “you don’t want to leave their colthoods neglected.”

With an excited huff, her tail flipping from side to side, Leech took the subtle suggestion to heart. One of her multitudinous tongues slithered up Fenris’ thigh and wrapped around his semi-rigid length, while she ground her enormous derriere down Pixel’s body. As the kirin’s face appeared from between her meaty thighs, absolutely drenched in marish juices, he gasped air into his starved lungs.

“Oh Goddess, why is she so warm?!” Pixel wheezed.

With a crimson creeping into his cheeks, Fenris bucked his hips. “D…damn you! Damn this - Aaahn!”

“I hope you colts don’t disappoint her,” Kennel giggled, reaching down to knead her snatch. “I’d hate to see what she does if she’s upset.”

“You will pay for - Glk?!?” The incensed pegasus’ threat died, as a fourth tongue was driven into his muzzle and down his throat.

Kennel had seen and experienced all manner of mad carnality - heck, she’d been Fenris until he created her in a perverse image of himself, yet the spectacle before her was in a league of its own. A twisted, gargantuan parody of a mare had subdued two seemingly indomitable stallions with ease and, judging from the looks of it, was going to bring them to climax in a splendidly debased fashion; if the scene wasn’t the epitome of poetic justice, she didn’t know what was.

“Yeah,” she whispered, stroking her engorged clit, “show those fuckers who’s in charge…”

It had become apparent that Leech’s goals weren’t to harm anypony, yet it was clear that she wasn’t going to let their complaints stop her. Rocking her hips forward and back, fucking herself on the comparably diminutive kirin, she stroked off the pegasus while tongue-fucking his ass. Though the duo were a fraction of her size, she seemed elated to play with them.

Shuffling closer, getting a better view of the action, Kennel watched the show with keen interest. Honestly, it was hard to decide what was more compelling, seeing Fenris being despoiled or Pixel desperately attempting to thrust into the gigantic snatch crushing him, but that was a pitiable grievance. Irrespective of what she did with herself, she wasn’t doing anything until she’d gotten off at least once.

She couldn’t be completely certain, but she felt sure that the kirin had managed to penetrate the immense unicorn. Abandoning his efforts to slip from under her, he extended his forelegs, grasped her inner thighs, and bucked his hips like a lucky colt on prom night. She could practically see his dread being drowned out by his lust, but Fenris - Fenris’ reaction was all the more rewarding.

Humping at nothing, driving his stallionhood through the tentacle wound around his cock, his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He may have talked a good game, doubtlessly spouting threats and vitriol for all his worth, yet that was a bitter lie. Though he’d never admit it, some vestigial, long-neglected sliver of his id embraced the harsh treatment he was subjected to.

As far as she could tell, Leech was simply enjoying herself - something she had no intentions of putting an end to, given how quickly she was approaching release. She and Fenris may have been drastically different, since she consisted of his self-described weaknesses, yet they shared one crucial trait - a penchant for deviance. As badly as she was tempted to slip away and retrieve a dildo, so she could shamelessly fuck herself to the psudo-masochistic exploitation of the stallions, she dare not disrupt the event.

She couldn’t say how long she sat there getting herself off, but things quickly reached a head. Pixel’s wild humping became frantic, nearly frenzied, as he was driven to his limit. With a pathetic cry, spasming beneath Leech, he blew his load and fell still. It was a bit of a shame that she hadn’t been situated to watch the creampie, yet her lament was fleeting. Hearing a series of gags and choked groans, she brought her attention back to her Master.

Try as he might, the rakish pegasus was unable to withstand the abomination’s carnal onslaught. His prostate was besieged, his cock was milked, and she’d be willing to bet that some the tongue plunging in and out of his throat was stimulating some denied desire he harbored - in short, he never stood a chance. Violently thrashing, his stallionhood flaring and pulsing in tune with his thundering heart, he met his climactic end.

Watching his seed rain over the floor and debris of his newly renovated home proved too much for her to bear, pushing Kennel past the brink. Gnawing her lower lip, her eyes never wavering from the humbled stud, she silently peaked. As marish juices gushed over her hoof and seeped into the carpet, her ecstasy gave way to a cathartic euphoria. She may be in deep shit for goading the monstrous unicorn to use him, but it had been worth it - it had definitely been worth it.

Without saying a word, moving as quietly as possible, she pushed herself up and skittered into the kitchen. The scarf may have been gone, and any chances of wielding its power along with it, but she was far from out of options. Reaching a cabinet sat by the icebox, absently listening to the blissful noises of wanton debauchery behind her, she recalled a simple potion that should address the problem of their enormous, amorous problem.

It took her only a minute or two to concoct a powerful sedative composed of muscle relaxants, pain killers, and tranquilizers - up-scaled by several orders of magnitude, of course. Though she wasn’t entirely sure how well the concoction would work on Leech, she felt reasonably sure that the elixir would do the trick. The mixture would be enough to put several ponies into a coma for a day or more, yet how she would deliver it was another issue entirely.

Mulling over how best to get the monstrosity to drink the hastily made tincture, a howl that chilled her to the bone reverberated through the building. Whipping around and rushing to the source of the noise, praying that things hadn’t taken yet another unexpected turn, she screeched to a halt when she entered the living room. Laying atop both Pixel and Fenris, ignoring the pair of weakly struggling ponies, Leech purred contentedly.

“I’m guessing you just got your rocks off,” Kennel mused, cautiously approaching the then lounging creature.

Leech languidly lifted her head and withdrew the slowed, yet still writhing mass of tongues into her snout, her eyes settling on the approaching mare. She seemed docile enough, especially because the back-half of the room appeared to have been hit with a tsunami of her steaming, still-cooling essence, but looks could be deceiving. Without making any sudden moves, the little mare inched closer and presented the pitcher she’d prepared.

“Want a drink?” Kennel asked, shaking the jug of medication.

Extending one tendril, the monstrosity deftly snatched the container from her grasp and pulled the potion into her maw - glass and all. If the elixir worked as intended, it would put the beast down relatively quickly, but that was a damn big if - nevertheless, there were two other issues to deal with. Glancing over at the duo of stallions, she pointed to Fenris’ near-lifeless form.

“Do you mind if I get them cleaned up? I can always bring them back later, but I’m pretty sure they could use a breather,” she uncomfortably laughed, keeping her hooves crossed that their guest wouldn’t take umbrage with her request.

Staying right where she was, Leech watched her haul the semi-conscious kirin to his hooves and trundle him away. While she was immeasurably thankful that the behemoth stayed put, the task of dragging the pair of stallions to the washroom was no easy task - still, after a short bit of toil and grunting, she was able to manage. It was only after she’d successfully extracted both stallions and ferried them to Fenris’ room, closing and locking the door behind herself, did she feel any modicum of relief.

“Y…you’re a - Cough - bitch,” Fenris wheezed, leaning heavily against his bed frame.

“And you’re a bastard,” she shot back, glaring over at him, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to have to help me deal with that.” Pointing to the closed doorway, she watched him stumble at her and faceplant. “This really isn’t the time for your bullshit.”

Fenris feebly pushed himself up and grimaced. “You will pay for this, Sow.”

“I’m so scared,” she sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes. “If you really want to start something, I’m sure your little pet would be interested to know where I’ve taken you.”

Her bluff paid dividends, as he recoiled. “You wouldn’t…”

“You know me, which means you realize I would. How about we cut the crap and get down to it. I don’t mind a good dicking - for fuck’s sake, why am I telling you this, you know that too - anyways, yeah, I’m willing to be your live-in cock-warmer, but no more of the demeaning shit or treating me like I’m less than a pony,” she stated. As he opened his mouth to speak, she held up a hoof to silence him. “I’m more valuable as an assistant than I am as your walking, talking pocket-pussy, I can help you remake your scarf, and having a wingmare around would be to your benefit.”

With his eyes boring into her, he pursed his lips. “In exchange?”

“I just said what - no more treating me like a fucking dog,” she sighed. “And maybe don’t give me grief if I go out to have some fun by myself once in a while.”

“I…I can’t feel my legs,” Pixel groaned, unsteadily trying to get his hooves.

“Fine,” Fenris huffed, looking from his beleaguered friend to the smug, unsullied mare, “but on one condition - you’re not to fuck anypony other than myself on my bed.”

Quirking a brow, she smirked. “When you get me my own bed, sure - until then, fuck off.”

“I fucking hate you,” Fenris grumbled, hobbling off to his personal restroom.

“Yeah, but you respect me,” she countered. “Don’t deny it, you belligerent ass.”

Peeking back at her, keeping his tail clamped over his slickened undoubtedly tender backdoor, he sneered. “Tend to Pixel while I consider our options on how to address Leech,” he spat, slamming the door closed behind himself.

Kennel couldn’t help but smile, having secured her first real victory since being conceived. She’d brokered a deal with Fenris, ensured her abuse would substantially diminish, and she felt like she was on top of the world. Though her belated Master was unaware of it, having effectively been screwed into a coma, she’d already devised a plan to deal with Leech.

If her elixir worked as it should, and if the dosing was adequate, the behemoth would be out cold for the better part of a day, giving whatever eldritch magic she’d absorbed from the scarf plenty of time to dissipate - she hoped; if that went off without a hitch, and if the two stallions were fully recovered by morning, they should be able to drag her back to the bridge under which she resided, return to their battered home, and pretend like the whole incident never happened. While she did feel a touch of sympathy for the enigmatic vagabond, abandoning the mare was the ideal outcome for everypony involved.

Leech didn’t seem like a bad pony by any measure - a bit slutty and apparently a poor judge of character, but far from bad. Leaving her where they’d found her would spare her from any further experimentation and, if they were lucky, she wouldn’t remember much or anything of what had transpired. Helping Pixel up and onto the bed, giving him a once-over for any serious injury, she wondered what fate awaited their mysterious guest…