Moments of Epsilon

[Creator_Drake]

"It all depends on him and how he tests you, he mi-" She tensed as the feeling of remorse, confusion and justified fury seeps through the bond a moment before disappearing. She turned to see Pestilence stagger before being helped by her sisters to the side. She watched as his eyes followed the quadrapeic Prime, his frown evident.

"All I'm saying is that you won't know until you ask. He knows what he's looking for in a way, so you'll know his choice after the first test." She kept her gaze on Drake, waiting to see if he might need anything of her...

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His gaze follows after Pestilence as she is helped by Elohim and Chronos to the side to rest a little. Crosing his arms he slowly released a sigh, shaking his head.

"That is troubling I'll admit. Have you or anyone been able to figure out the source of his ability? The kind of signature his energy has perhaps?"

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Natsume nodded, seemingly satisfied with this answer. "I will not bother him until he is done speaking with the Primes," she said. "May I wait alongside you?"

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Chronos shook her head, a frustrated look crossing her face. "Unfortunately, no," Chronos said. "When you fight him, it's as if you're fighting yourself. Your own power backlashed against you." She sat down in midair, crossing her legs and frowning. "I don't know how much of his power is real, and how much is illusion. I just know that the times I've fought him, he began using time jumps as much as I was."

She frowned. "The only time I've seen him at a disadvantage was when he faced Eric, Mao Shin Mao, and the Commander. And then they were using their enchanted weapons against him."

[Creator_Drake]

Niri simply nodded with a small smile, saying nothing more as she stood up from the ground, shaking out her leg as it had fallen asleep on her. She kept her gaze on Drake, waiting for him to finish.

Drake meanwhile couldn't stop his jaw dropping a little as a twitch developed over his one eye. He groaned as he slapped his forhead with a hand.

"Greeeaaat~, I thought he'd just be an adapter with some verbal based psionic ability but nooo~, he also likes to play copycat at the same time." He rubbed his face as she shook his head.

"Sorry but I've dealt with copycats before and every one of them were the most annoying SOB's I've ever faced. And if Donovan's like this along with his own abilities....regardless, thanks for telling me this; helped me confirm 2 more weaknesses of his, making a total of 3 so far."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Chronos stroked her chin thoughtfully. "You are... remarkably flippant..." she said. "You say you have experience with copycats?"

She nodded at his answer and asked, "What are his weaknesses, by your reckoning? Perhaps we can compare notes, so that we are not forced into retreat if we ever face him again."

[Creator_Drake]

He looked at Chronos with an annoyed and deadpanned look, taking a breath while rubbing his forhead.

"Don't mean to be flippant but yeah, I've faced a number of copycats, one of them recently about 2 months ago. Also the one that ended the worst of them. From what I understand he was a doppleganger of sorts with a perfection shtick, never liked the way he was so he kept copying the appearance and others and mish-mashing them to his liking as well as copying abilities. Was never satisfied though, always wanting more. I come in to take him down as he was starting to target the mythological beings there and they weren't too happy about it. Unfortunately for him his mish-mash was making him unstable on multiple levels, plus he somehow never copied anything on the spiritual side of things so he wasn't prepared to control the power he copied from me." He looked to the side as he released a sad, tired breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Poor guy didn't last half an hour before his body just gave in on him, it'd been taken too far. Thankfully he was forgiven in death as he passed on after being clensed." Shaking his head once more he put the memories away, looking up at Chronos and not her cleavage, despite how inviting it looked. He held one elbow with the opposite hand and held the other loosely, holding up a loose fist.

"From what I gather Donovan can only copy abilities that are connected to his opponent biologically. Because of how Sukube worked your genetics, may his soul forever rest in peace, the abilities of every Ultramaiden is tied down to their genetics which so far appear to be fair game for him, with one exception which is his first weakness." He raised a single finger.

"Mainframe spoke about how each of you have faced him with only Abyss being able to make him retreat. My guess is that Donovan cannot copy Abyss' abilities due to them being based on rejection and banishment, and probably negated every attempt Donovan made to copy them from the get-go. Aside from that though, I'm not sure if he can copy my adaptation or not due to my origins; I'll go with the thought that he can and prepare accordingly." He raised a second finger.

"The second weakness is that he apparantely can't copy something of mystical origin, as is the case with facing off against Mjolnir and Excalibur. While both are powerful in their own right both weapons are inaimate and not tied biologically tied to their weilders but magically. Now I'm not sure if that would also apply to anything created by any magic based 'Maiden or not due to the different levels of craftmanship, but the fact is that mystical weapons gives him trouble and that proves good for us." He then raised a third finger.

"The third weakness is still a hypothesis compared to the other 2, being that as you said he has trouble with multiple opponents. My guess is that he has trouble trying to copy multiple abilities at once or simply can't, and can only focus one at a time then switch when facing someone else. It could have also been due to facing mystical weapons at the same time but its still a possibility."

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Chronos stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Good points, all..." she said. "We've never faced him as a unit before." She blushed a little, clearly embarassed. "We Primes are, sadly, proud beings. And even I can admit that trying to get us to work together at times is about has difficult as herding Bimbos..."

"Well I wouldn't go THAT far," Elohim said. "We do get together when it really counts."

"The last time was a hundred years ago, sister," Chronos said. "I checked."

Elohim just grinned weakly, shrugging.

Chronos chuckled. "Incindentally, thanks for making an effort to look at my face rather than my chest," she said. "I appreciate it when I'm trying to be serious."

[Creator_Drake]

He gave the Prime of Time a charming smile and a nod. "You're most welcome. I've got a great respect for women in general, barring some exceptions, and like any person they'd rather talk face to face rather than face to chest. Though Niri has complained sometimes about me not starring at hers enough-"

"Your damn well right about that Master!" Said Leviathan explaimed from her spot while crossing her arms under her bust with a huff, pouting cutely with a mock glare pointed in his direction. Drake simply chuckled.

"-but despite how beautiful and hypnotic a pair of breasts can be, I'd much rather look a woman in the eye; there's more to a woman within her head than upon her chest." His smile grew a bit more, showing his sincerety of the statement.

"Speaking off however, considering their size do you ever get back-massages to help relieve any tension? I've seen many a woman have back problems with any pair larger than an E cup. Sure I know you're definately stronger than most women but still..." He paused while looking over at Elohim.

"That goes for you too Elohim even though your bust is smaller compared to Chronos, your wings probably make up the difference though." Looking back at Chronos he gave her a helpless shrug, chuckling a little sheepishly while scratching his cheek with a finger.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"Quite frequently," Chronos admitted. "I have several Milkmaids in my employ simply because they're so damn good with their hands. To say nothing of my ergonomic cushion budget." She chuckled. "But I manage."

"As for myself," Elohim added, "I tend to have a hot oil massage once a week. I find it clears up the stress on my back quite well without having to resort to constant massages." She flexed her powerful arms, and added, smirking, "Having a more balanced figure helps as well, of course."

Pestilence just rolled her eyes. She was well-endowed, but had a more reasonable bustline compared to the goddess and the time traveler.

Chronos nodded. "And again, your respect for women is commendable. Even amongst the nobler tamers it's rare to find someone who manages to keep their eyes and their thoughts on topic," she said.

[Creator_Drake]

"Thank you, like I told Elohim yesterday when I met with her I take my job seriously. Sure I can playful and plenty flirtatious, but when it comes down to anything revolving around my tasks it's business first play later." He turned to look over at Pestilence, offering an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about not including you in that Pestilence, sure your bust is more managable compared to your sisters here, but that dosesn't mean you don't get backaches as well." His smiled turned a little more playful.

"And considering how long your back is i-"

"Master~! Not the long ache pun again!" Niri exclaimed in exhasperation, sure she loved him but why did he have to try and make bad jokes at times? Drake pouted at his Leviathan while making a whine at the back of his throat.

"Oh Niri~! You know I barely ever get to make jokes like that, I had the perfect set-up too! Why'd you have to ruin my fun..." Crossing his arms he idly kicked the ground, making one wonder how could a man act so seriously one moment then act so childishly the next; it was comical really. Huffing Drake gave a nod to himself.

"Alright then, as punishment you'll go another hour in your training." At the mention of an hour Niri grew pale and hid as well as she could behind Natsume, using the Yami Bake warrior as a shield.

"Y-you're just j-joking about that, right M-master?" She was sure he was joking, yeah that was it! There was no way he-

"Not in the least Niri, besides it was about time to up your training anyway so now would be as good as any." Niri hung her head with a sigh, resigning herself to her fate. She brought herself close to Natsume's ear.

"Why does my master have to be so mean?"

"Oh Ni~ri~?" She flinched at his sign song tone, oh she was in for it now. She looked over Natsume's shoulder.

"Y-yes Master?" His smile was serene yet it completely filled Niri with dread.

"Niri, we're going to play a game, and Mary and Myriad will take part." He ignored the confused looks he got masterfully, they'd recognise his genuis soon enough.

"A g-game? What kind of game?" This was new, he'd never done anything like this before, maybe she wasn't in hot water after all.

"Why I'm glad you asked! This is a game where all 3 of you have 2 objectives to complete, whoever completes them first wins and whoever wins gets a full body massage by me from head to toe." Niri stood upright with a gasp, nearly knocking over poor Natsume. She hadn't experienced one of his massages for-for weeks! Her eyes burned with determination.

"What do I have to do? I'll win it for sure!" She bit her lip as she bounced lightly from foot to foot, doing marvelous things to her bosom; she really wanted to win this, badly. Drake chuckled at her enthusiasm. He steepled his fingers.

"We'll see. Now, what you have to do Niri is prevent Mary or Myriad from pinning you to the ground and stop them from taking either part of your 2-piece; at the same time you must take Mary's Panties and Myriad's top from them and return to me without getting pinned." She stopped bouncing as the dread returned with interest, she gulped; she knew he wouldn't give out such a prize without proper challenge. She had the urge to whine but crushed it utterly, it would only make things tougher for her.

"For Mary and Myriad, all either of you need to do is Pin Niri down and take either part of her 2-piece, doesn't matter which, while stopping her from taking either of her targets. You 3 must remain in this room and you can use anything in your arsenal, so long as it isn't too destructive and you don't hit anyone else or the pile of rubble; you do and you're disqualified. Niri, you get a 10 second head start, starting now." For about 2 seconds Niri simply stood there staring at Drake before realising she was losing time. She then booked it past Chronos and Drake while easily vaulting over the pile of rubble behind him.

"Master is so mean~!" He just chuckled at her.

"Love you too Niri! Now then..." He turned back to Chronos unashamed of what had just transpired.

"While the girls are busy I'll get started cleaning up the mess I made. You can stay and watch if you want."

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"Thank you, like I told Elohim yesterday when I met with her I take my job seriously. Sure I can playful and plenty flirtatious, but when it comes down to anything revolving around my tasks it's business first play later." He turned to look over at Pestilence, offering an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about not including you in that Pestilence, sure your bust is more managable compared to your sisters here, but that dosesn't mean you don't get backaches as well." His smiled turned a little more playful.

Pestilence shrugged. "If I cared about that I'd have invested in perma-Bloom ages ago," she said.

"And considering how long your back is i-"

"Master~! Not the long ache pun again!" Niri exclaimed in exhasperation, sure she loved him but why did he have to try and make bad jokes at times? Drake pouted at his Leviathan while making a whine at the back of his throat.

"Oh Niri~! You know I barely ever get to make jokes like that, I had the perfect set-up too! Why'd you have to ruin my fun..." Crossing his arms he idly kicked the ground, making one wonder how could a man act so seriously one moment then act so childishly the next; it was comical really. Huffing Drake gave a nod to himself.

"Alright then, as punishment you'll go another hour in your training." At the mention of an hour Niri grew pale and hid as well as she could behind Natsume, using the Yami Bake warrior as a shield.

"Y-you're just j-joking about that, right M-master?" She was sure he was joking, yeah that was it! There was no way he-

"Not in the least Niri, besides it was about time to up your training anyway so now would be as good as any." Niri hung her head with a sigh, resigning herself to her fate. She brought herself close to Natsume's ear.

"Why does my master have to be so mean?"

"Oh Ni~ri~?" She flinched at his sign song tone, oh she was in for it now. She looked over Natsume's shoulder.

"Y-yes Master?" His smile was serene yet it completely filled Niri with dread.

"Niri, we're going to play a game, and Mary and Myriad will take part." He ignored the confused looks he got masterfully, they'd recognise his genuis soon enough.

"A g-game? What kind of game?" This was new, he'd never done anything like this before, maybe she wasn't in hot water after all.

"Why I'm glad you asked! This is a game where all 3 of you have 2 objectives to complete, whoever completes them first wins and whoever wins gets a full body massage by me from head to toe." Niri stood upright with a gasp, nearly knocking over poor Natsume. She hadn't experienced one of his massages for-for weeks! Her eyes burned with determination.

"What do I have to do? I'll win it for sure!" She bit her lip as she bounced lightly from foot to foot, doing marvelous things to her bosom; she really wanted to win this, badly. Drake chuckled at her enthusiasm. He steepled his fingers.

"We'll see. Now, what you have to do Niri is prevent Mary or Myriad from pinning you to the ground and stop them from taking either part of your 2-piece; at the same time you must take Mary's Panties and Myriad's top from them and return to me without getting pinned." She stopped bouncing as the dread returned with interest, she gulped; she knew he wouldn't give out such a prize without proper challenge. She had the urge to whine but crushed it utterly, it would only make things tougher for her.

"For Mary and Myriad, all either of you need to do is Pin Niri down and take either part of her 2-piece, doesn't matter which, while stopping her from taking either of her targets. You 3 must remain in this room and you can use anything in your arsenal, so long as it isn't too destructive and you don't hit anyone else or the pile of rubble; you do and you're disqualified. Niri, you get a 10 second head start, starting now." For about 2 seconds Niri simply stood there staring at Drake before realising she was losing time. She then booked it past Chronos and Drake while easily vaulting over the pile of rubble behind him.

"Master is so mean~!" He just chuckled at her.

"Love you too Niri! Now then..." He turned back to Chronos unashamed of what had just transpired.

"While the girls are busy I'll get started cleaning up the mess I made. You can stay and watch if you want."

The Legendaries started when Niri and Drake started their exchange, stepping back and watching in amusement. Natsume squirmed, too startled to phase away, an alarmed look on the ghost samurai's face. At the promise of a full-body massage, Myriad and Mary began paying attention. As the rules of the game were described, Mary flapped her wings, taking to the air, her crimson halo flaring as a smirk crossed her face. Inside her shell, Myriad began to chuckle as she began to plan on how to use her abilities in a more controlled manner. Her explosive shell bodies and ghostly scream were powerful, but generally omni-directional attacks and too destructive to use

Natsume, thrown aside by Niri, picked herself up and dusted herself off, moderately amused. She also got the hidden meaning of this little game: to help Mary and Myriad learn better control and focus of their abilities. She got up and floated towards Chronos and Drake as both Myriad and Mary went skyward, preparing for their own plans of attack, Myriad adding more shell bodies and thickening her overall defenses.

"Clever, Drake-san," Natsume said. "Get the Legion and the DemiElohim to use their abilites more precisely and get some entertainment for yourself as well."

Chronos just smirked, relaxing against a pillar as Drake began to work. Elohim and Pestilence stood by as well, watching the contest with interest.

[Creator_Drake]

Drake chuckled deeply as he picked up the wireless vacuum.

"Perceptive, Natsume-san, but that isn't the only lesson this game aims to teach, the entertainment is simply a bonus for us. Let's see if you and the girls can figure it out before the game is done. If you can figure out 3 more lessons before I finish cleaning up, I will give you a full bodied massage as well." He gave the spirit type a wink before looking thoughtful.

"Though I find it a little odd, you've yet to inquire as to why I introduced myself as Vladimir yet am called by Drake. Now why it that I wonder?" Leaving the question hanging he turned to Chronos.

"Never used this model before, how much dust can this thing take before needing to be emptied?" He knew the girls were smart, but how well did they think outside the box? He deliberately stopped thinking about the game so Mary wouldn't get any hints from him, this was as much a test for her as it was for Niri and Myriad. That's why he was facing away from the girls, just to see what they would try. He also wondered whether the Primes would be able to figure it out as well? He spoke the rules as he did for a reason.

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Niri grimaced a little at the confident faces her team-sisters bore, this was SO not fair! Looking down at her bust she made a pout.

"If I knew I was going to be doing this I would have brought my heavy duty sports bra." Sighing she shook her head, shifting her feet she gazed about the room while keeping an eye on her 'opponents'.

'Ok, room is open concept with pillars interspaced on each side. I'm up against 2 flyers, one who can create multiple bodies on a whim while the other is a Demi-Legendary, Mary is holy-based or whatever Drake called it so since I'm infernal it should give me a slight advantage...but the reverse is true as well, man this sucks, though not as much as I will once I'm through with him.' She smirked at the thought, before focusing at the current situation. She gazed at Mary and Myriad in turn as small balls of water formed in her palms which were facedown, hidden from their gazes.

"Just a fair bit of warning you two, you two may have been training for a while, I can acknowledge that, but Master's been training me for the past 2 and a half months. Don't take me lightly or else you'll lose more than just a pair of panties and top." She held her tail up, it moved hypnotically from side to side as she bent her legs a little.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

"I have met Tamers who use alternate identities before," Natsume said, shrugging. "Usually they were undercover, on an assignment somewhere. It's not that uncommon an occurance. If I learn their true names, I keep it to myself. If you have a reason for using the name Vladimir as opposed to Drake, then I will respect it."

Seeing that he had turned his attention to the vacuum, Natsume turned her attention to the contest, watching. The initial lesson was an obvious one, and judging by Niri's reaction, this 'full-body massage' was something truly epic. Unbidden, she began to imagine Drake's hands running over her body, stimulating her breasts, and...

She shook her head, clearing it, although the blush remained. She watched the contest closely, trying to figure out the other three lessons to be taught. Almost immediately, one jumped to mind. One prize was offered, but the DemiLegendary and Legion have only one opponent. They will have to work together, rather than against each other if they wish to acquire the reward.

Chronos, meanwhile, smiled. "Mainframe invented it, actually. It involves heavy use of tesseracts. It can clean up to a hundred pounds of dust and debris, and still weigh no more than the vacuum itself," she said. "I'm quite fond of it."

Elohim and Pestilence, meanwhile, focused on the battle. They both had a general idea of what the lessons Drake had in mind were, they simply chose not to speak their minds, knowing that thinking about it might leak through the Recognition bond he shared with Mary.

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Mary glanced over to Myriad and Niri, taking stock of her opponents. I can't just use 'death from above' like usual. Too much damage is against the rules. Niri's had more combat experience and training than I have, and Myriad's shell gives her the advantage of omnidirectional view. I need to... wait...

She began radiating her calming aura, a warm, peaceful light radiating from her halo as her light enveloped both Myriad and Niri. She clasped her hands, as if in prayer, and smiled benevolently.

"Why, I would never insult you by taking you anything less than seriosuly, my Alpha," Mary said, her voice warm and comforting. "You were Master's first, therefore you are obviously the strongest of the three of us."

Myriad staggered a little in midair, Mary's aura making feelings of calm and relaxation run through her body. She shook her head, trying to clear out the sleepiness that was starting to filter into it. She needed to think of a way to take out both of her opponents and claim her prize. Niri's reaction to the 'full-body massage' promise made the offer too enticing to resist...

[Creator_Drake]

Hearing Natsume's reasonsing, Drake gave a respective nod, catching the blush on her face and the look of concentration in her eyes, the gears turning within her mind. He grinned to himself mentally.

'It seems young Natsume might have something already figured out which is good. Let's see if she can figure out 2 more.' He nodded at Chonos' explanation and thanked her for the info, then switched on the vac and began cleaning up the pile of dust and debrie that used to be a beautful pillar.

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Niri tensed before relaxing as Mary's aura of calm affected her a moment, but like Myriad she refocused quickly. To keep up the ruse however her tail drooped lower to the ground, shoulders and arms relaxing as she allowed the aura to help loosen her limbs for her. She kept the water focused in her palms however, keeping them facing away from Mary and Myriad. She calmed and slowed her breathing, bobbing her head a little to make it look like she was having trouble.

She only had one shot at this and Mary would be the easier of the 2 targets not because of training, but because unlike Myriad, Mary didn't have a 360 degree shield all around her to block any direct attempt from Niri at snagging her target.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Natsume watched as the three combatants slowly watched each other. She thought over the rules of the contest, hmming to herself as she tried to work out what another lesson was. After a moment, an idea occurred to her.

Control and precision, she thought. They're allowed to use any of their abilities, but they can't cause too much damage to the surroundings or leave the area. Natsume nodded. It makes sense. They're all powerful breeds, so they could do a lot of damage if they cut loose.

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Mary glanced over to Myriad before refocusing on Niri. She's dangerous, and a trained fighter, while at the most I can do death from above barrages. She frowned when both Myriad and Niri shook off her calming aura, but didn't let up on it, keeping up the field of peaceful energy, hoping that they would be worn down by it. She needed to find a way to block Niri from taking her panties while...

She blinked. Wait, did he say I couldn't transform?

A smirk crossed her face as she landed. She concentrated, maintaining her calming aura field, her body starting to shift from its humanoid form to one of her secondary forms, that of a massive, shining white dragon.

Myriad grimaced. Aw, crap, I forgot she had battle forms! Gonna need to focus big time on defense...

Mary, her clothes gone with this form, a non-anthro dragon, roared fiercely and took to the air, charging Niri directly.

[Creator_Drake]

Drake simply hummed a soft tune to himself as he vacummed the debrie, aware of the situation but not thinking on it. He smiled as Mary's thoughts filtered through the bond, he had a feeling it would happen sooner or later. Turning he caught a glance of Mary's Draconic form and gave a nod of approaval before turning back. He couldn't help any of the girls in this as this was his challenge after all. He would just wait and see how things played out.

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Niri stared as Mary transformed into her dragon form, sighing as a tick developed over her eye.

'Great, of course she had to have a battle form that would take away her clothes. This couldn't have been easy, oh nooo~.' She decided to screw being subtle as Mary charged forward, shooting a quick precision Hell Water shot from one hand before dodging with a very surprising nimbleness for her breed. The attack hit Mary in the face, blocking her vision as Niri backflipped away unscathed. Making an about face she ran headlong towards a pillar with great speed, pushing herself up the pillar with momentum. Mid way up she pushed off the pillar, flipping around in mid-air, firing another shot of Hell Water towards Mary's wings....

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Mary, unable to stop herself, ran headlong into the attack. The daemonic water hit her in the face, blinding her and striking her with enough force to stop her charge cold. She shook the water off as best she could. She looked around frantically for Niri, only to get hit full on by the blast, slammed into the ground. She got up and roared, trying to take off, but because of the water on her wings, which were feathered as opposed to a regular Dragon's wings, she was grounded.

Careless, Mary thought, shivering a little from the attack. I was careless. I need to fight more carefully. With a roar, she fired her Penance Gaze from her eyes, the flaming eyelasers lancing out towards Niri. If they hit, even a glancing blow, she'd experience the pain of everyone she had ever wronged...

Myriad watched for a moment, content to let the two of them wear each other down, frowning when Mary was dropped in two shots. ...Damn it, this is stupid, she thought, cursing herself. The girls always stuck up for me, and now that I'm actually a part of a Harem again, here I am just letting my Harem sister get clobbered. Well, screw that.

As Niri focused on Mary, she sent out a trio of shell bodies after the Leviathan...

[Creator_Drake]

Niri didn't like the way those flaming eye-lazers looked, so with a quick use of the splits she ducked under the beams, both passing either side of her dosal fin by a very slime margin. Once it passed she stood up only to be grappled from behind by one of Myriad's shell bodies. Kneeling to one knee she elbowed the second shell body just below the solar plexis. As it stumbled back Niri grabbed hold of the first shell body by the arms. Taking a quick breath she lifted the shell body off her then with a spin threw it into the second shell body as it began to recover, sending them tumbling.

Using the momentum she lashed out with her tail, hitting the third shell body and sending it off to meet the other two. Finishing her spin she held a pair of Hell water's in her hands and fired one at Mary and Myriad each...

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Drake simply kept whislting innocently, vaccuming with a strangly content air about him.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Myriad winced as her shell bodies were defeated, vanishing in a puff as the force of the attacks destroyed them. She quickly generated replacements, just as the Hell Water hit her. The force of the attack hit her, destroying five of her shell bodies. Mary, for her part, managed to dodge, leaping to the side and roaring.

"Crap crap crap!" Myriad shivered, shaken by the force of the blow. "MARY!" she said. "She's too good! We're not gonna beat her on our own! We need to team up on this one!"

Mary scowled, looking at Niri, looking at her stance. She sighed, and nodded. "Rrrrwwwe show rrrrespect, Alpharrrr," she growled, the words hard to form in her draconic form. "Rrrrwwwwe fight yoo as rrrone..."

Elohim stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Well, she hasn't had my years of practice talking in dragon form. She'll learn," the goddess Pokegirl said.

Pestilence glanced over at Drake amusedly. "Heh. War would be fidgeting by now, wanting to join the fight. The cucumber over here isn't even flinching," she said.

"He will be his own person," Chronos said, levitating tea over for everyone. "He will do things his own way."

Pestilence and Elohim stared at her for a moment, translating their time-traveling sister's words into normal-speak. "You REALLY need to work on that tense-switching, sis," Pestilence said.

[Creator_Drake]

'Good, I was wondering when they would figure it out.' Niri resumed her earlier stance, shifting her gaze between her 2 'opponents'. She knew things would get more difficult from here on out. First though, she had to figure out a way to get Mary back in her regular form.

"Just so you know Mary, you're going to hate Master with all the Speaking excersizes he'll put you through." She could remember the pronounciation lessons he put her through, the light tap on her nose when she got something wrong, but the rewards he gave her when she succeeded was all worth it; like when he let her suck h-

She shook her head, wiling the blush away; her thoughts always trailed like that when Drake was concerned. It gave her an idea though, one that caused a smirk to crawl upon her face.

"You know, you 2 don't know big this really is. I know you could probably see his memories Mary, but you still wouldn't know how good it feels first hand. He trails over every inch of your body, and I mean every inch. Every ache and sore spot disappears under his magic fingers, pleasure will shoot through you more than anything you've gotten yet. And when he get's to your breasts my god! I never came so hard before, and then there's his tongue! You thought having sex with him was good, girls, you don't know anything yet." She smiled despite the heavy flush she was sporting. She was feeling hot just by talking about this, but if it put the other 2 off their game then it would help her all the more.

Drake simply chuckled at Niri's praise, he didn't think he was THAT good but it made her happy and extra randy so it was all good in his book. He smirked at Pestilence's cucumber comment, finding it a compliment but not saying anything. He gave Natsume a quick glance and wasn't surprised about the roaring blush on her face. If it were possible he wouldn't be surprised if steam began coming off the girl.

[Fanfic Fetishist]

Natsume was indeed blushing, her helmet pulled down slightly over her eyes, her face turning an interesting shade of lavender. She tried to refocus on the potential lessons this was supposed to teach, but good lord that imagery. It made her wet just thinking about it. Friggin' Sukebe making it so damn easy for a Pokegirl to get aroused...

Mary grumbled at little at the comment about her speaking ability. Niri mentioning the speaking lessons made Drake's mind drift to them unconsciously in amusement, Mary seeing the lessons from his angle. And then Niri began talking about what the massage was like. The dragon blushed brightly, so fierce that it started to show in her aura, which radiated pink slightly instead of just the calming white. She shook her head, trying to clear it, but oh my my my...

Myriad, meanwhile, found herself at an advantage. She had visited the Lust Circle in Lucifell Prime's Nine-Ringed Pit. She had experienced the exquisite pleasures it had to offer, stayed there for weeks at a time. The imagery was enticing, but it didn't affect her at all, while she could tell that the scholarly, inexperienced DemiElohim was shaken by it. As Niri was talking, she removed some shell bodies from the back-facing part of her shell, sending them slowly towards Niri, charging them to explode on contact. By the time Niri said "...you don't know anything yet," the shell bodies had maneuvered their way behind Niri. And then they charged.