FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The game. That's what it's called, or at least that's what it used to be called. Not too long ago things started happening to people that played "The Game". They went into coma's, or disappeared. Full body suits and rooms were designed specifically for playing. Even with tech security and regular system scans, the symptoms kept showing up. One moment someone would be fully immersed in combat, the next, they'll either be gone or deep within a coma. The government tried to ban the game, but several lawsuits payed for by loyal fans of the game, soon changed their minds.

CH1

Tonight, I'll find something both amazing, and impossible. Tonight, I'll finally turn eighteen. I'll finally find out what's so special about having your eighteenth birthday while logged in to the game.

I cautiously moved through the dense jungle terrain. I was looking for an artifact, fabled to grant its possessor untold mana storage. I swept the dense jungle with my night vision enhanced eyes, nifty little spell. A rustle to my left made me freeze in place, heart pounding. A small Chikiri padded out, took one look at me and ran off.

"S***..." The game bleeped my voice. I looked up as a dark shape directly infront of me moved. Eight feet of leather, muscle, and teeth looked at me. My eyes widened as I barely breathed. I never expected to get this close to an adult Chikiri. My eyes flicked over it's markings. Deep green triangular markings, the points spreading outwards to almost double the actual triangles. A female. An adult female Chikiri ....... Oh fuck ........ My eyes flicked from left to right, searching for a way out of this situation and noticing an empty nest with no eggs in it. A breeding adult female Chikiri. This really wasn't good. Air whistled past my face as she breathed in, smelling me, probably wondering what I was doing so close to her nesting grounds. Sweat trickled down the right hand side of my face as her mouth containing four inch daggers, supposedly teeth, opened mere inches from my face. Hot rank breath sank around my face and shoulders as she breathed out. I concentrated upon a ring I was wearing on my right hand. The gem set into the white gold glowed a rich purple colour. A long fleshy tongue snaked its way out of her mouth, easily slipping past the razor sharp daggers that were her teeth. I tried not to breathe in or move as her tongue slimed its way about my face and neck. With the appearance of an extremely over grown Deinonychus, or Velociraptor, she was deffinately something one didn't go attacking without being prepared. I was deffinately not prepared. I checked the power level, keeping as calm as possible as she edged a little closer, her strong little arms reaching out to me, claws bared. Great, enough for a level one transformation, that's not going to be enough. My heart froze and I stopped breathing entirely. That large dagger filled mouth was moving closer to my face, her tongue snaking back inside that open maw of her's. Those strong little arms with sharp claws grasped my shoulders through my midnight black clothing. A soft, somewhat sensuous voice, flowed through my mind.

"Happy eighteenth Nyght Fyre. You are now allowed to enjoy our special adults only version. Enjoy yourself, and please take the tutorial for further information."

"Wha..?!?" The female closed in, locking her scaled lips to mine. The very tip of her fleshy tongue poked into my open mouth, licking at the back of my teeth. I coughed, trying to haul backwards, but her strong arms held me in place. Her pebbled scales ... or skin now that I think about it, around her nostrils contracted and expanded under my right eye as she breathed out. Her large lungs rumbled as she breathed back in. I gave a half moan, wondering what exactly the fuck was going on here. My legs gave out from the stress and adrenaline given off by the situation. The powerful little hands holding me let go, the tip of her tongue poking through her pebbled lips as I fell to the ground in a small heap. I gasped where I was, the female Chikiri's rank scent permeating the air. She gave a sharp Hreeee sound, crouching above me. I felt something drop onto my legs, quickly soaking through my gaming clothes. For a moment I thought she was drooling, then I looked up from the ground to see a large amount of gunk on my calves and shins. I stared at it, then looked up, following the thin trail to the hole it came from. I blushed, staring at this thing's vent. Then it hit me. I was getting hard over a computer program. I quickly went through a range of feelings, ending in disgust. I quickly reached into my pocket, pulling out a small pink pearl as she slowly descended upon me. I crushed it quickly between my gloved thumb and forefinger, disappearing in a flash of pink light. There was the weightless feeling I always enjoyed when doing this, surrounded by soft, almost touchable, pink light.

I fell to the floor of my home. The sapphire studded white gold stars around the walls of my teleportation chamber slowly grew dark, their bright deep blue light fading after I had finished traveling home. I moved my legs, feeling the gunk on them slip and slide inside of my clothes.

"Eww gross." I muttered, looking up as the japanese styled paper doors to the chamber opened. I stared in shock as one of my servants walked in. Naked. Well, except for the sapphire and ruby embedded white gold collar she wore.

I flung out a strand of power, cloaking her in shadows. "Nera! What in the names of the Gods are you doing? Why aren't you clothed?"

Nera bowed deeply, her cotton like tail wagging within the shadows. I knew it was wagging because I could see the rapid movement under the cloak of shadows she was now shrouded in. She straightened, her lapine ears pointing straight up. She fidgeted within the cloak. She looked to the side, her ears going flat as she spoke.

"Well Master Ny-" She began before I interrupted her.

"I am not your master Nera," I raised my voice, looking at the growing shadow by the paper doors. "Nor yours Derra." The lapine twirled within the cloak, facing the doors as another of my servants walked in, her ears laid flat against the back of her darkly furred skull. I stared in shock, my collar growing hot as my ears flushed. I threw out another strand of power, coating Derra in light. The solid black vulpine growled next to the pure white lapine. I ignored my soiled state for the moment, carefully getting up from the floor so that I could deal with this problem. I glared at them, noticing how they glanced at the other before looking away. Interresting ..

"Now. Why aren't the two of you clothed?" Nera looked at Derra again, her soft ears twitching upon her back. Derra looked at me as though she were going to tear me apart. I readied an encasement spell, just in case. I know this is a game and all, but I really don't like dieing, especially from a servant. Derra moved, coming at me swiftly. Her clawed hands reached for me and, though I wish differantly, her intent was clear. The second she touched me, she flew backwards three feet, a seven pointed star glowing under her as a light teal cylinder quickly flowed up from the floor around the star. The encasement spell held her a foot above the floor, the cylinder slowly circling her in a clockwise direction. Nera yelled in fright, falling to her knees and begging me not to do anything to her. Saying that Derra didn't know. I placed my hand upon her rabbit like head, hushing her. I looked to the vixen in her magical prison.

"Last time I'll ask. Why aren't the two of you clothed Derra?" Derra glared back, just a hint of fear leaking through her hard eyes.

"Why do you care? We're nothing but your damned toys. But I'm not going to just bend over for another of you fucking humans!" I stared at her. She just swore, twice, without the game beeping her voice. What the fuck was happening here? Nera got up from where she was, turning to look at Derra with tear streaked face fur.

"Stop it! Master Nyght's not like master Gixain. He cares. If you had of attacked master Gixain, do you think you'd still be alive Derra?" Derra clenched her teeth, looking away from the bunny's eyes.

CH2

I remembered that day I'd found Derra, a few weeks back. That day was ..... strange, to say the least. I had just found another part of the game, this time it was a bustling city. Large bear people stood as guards to the city gates. The four guards at the southern gate I enterred let me in after giving me a quick search. After only finding my dagger, my rings, and my personal allowance I had given myself for the day, they let me pass through the city gates. I had just passed under the massive stone archway when one of the bear guards turned to me, lightly grabbing my upper arm. I turned around to look at him, an eyebrow raised in query. He said, "Don't cause no trouble. We don't get too much of your kind here, so behaves yerself, or else we's gonna stop your mischief." He looked me dead in the eye to prove how serious he was. I smiled inside, thinking this must be a new part of the game the programmer's had just finished making. I nodded to the bear guard, keeping my face still, before turning back around and walking into the massive city.

I thought the place was big from the outside, but damn! I was like some newbie logging into the game for the first time. I couldn't stop staring at all of the animal people. Bears, Lions, Tigers, Snakes, Gorrilas, Dogs, Wolves, even a few dragon like people passed by as I carefully watched a rabbit mother buying some type of seed treat for her little ones. Five of them, three girls, two boys. I smiled as she concluded her business with the polar bear who owned the shop, turning around and leaning down to give them each a large stick covered in all sorts of seeds with honey dripping off of them. The kids squealed in delight, small hands grabbing for the treats. I accidentally let out a snort, recalling a time when I used to be so grabby. One large ear upon the mother rabbit's head turned in my direction, her face followed. I half bowed to her in respect. I always loved watching families interract in the game, it never ceased to amaze me. A look, surprisingly similar to fear, flashed accross her eyes. She looked to the shop keeper, before shooing her kids off down the main street of the city. I reached into my left pocket, pulling out a silver pearl with black dots on it. I crushed it, keeping my awareness on the rabbit family. I watched as silvery black trails of invisible magic leaped out of my left hand to circle around the fleeing family. A minimap opened before me, invisible to passers by. Five bright green dots and one dark green spot traveled down the main street. Sending a silent command I closed the window. I made my way to the polar bear's store.

He looked up at me, the smile he had ready faded as he saw who approached his stall. His eyes hardened as he removed the items from the surface of his stall. I spared a moment to curse the sun for its desert like heat, before nodding to the stall owner. "Good afternoon sir, Might you be able to tell me where I am?" The owner growled at me.

"As if you don't know. You humans are all the same. Polite one moment, then enslaving people the next. This was the city of Geresal, before your kind tainted it." He slammed one large paw upon the stall, causing the wood to shake and several animal people to look up. Seeing who had made the sound, and the cause of it, they went back to doing what ever they were doing. I blinked, the dark side of my unusual gift for magic slammed against its prison. It knew I hated slavery. I placed my shaking right hand and arm upon the slightly leaning stall, right next to the polar bear's paw. He glared at me, raising his paw from the table and leaning back slightly. I closed my eyes, fighting against the growing urge to destroy. Air whistled as the polar bear's paw with claws outstretched made for the left side of my face. I released the first seal, allowing the darkness to swamp me untill the second seal flared. My left arm moved, my long, nimble fingers gripped his overly large wrist, stopping his attack. He swore, the game bleeping his voice as he swung the other paw at me. My right arm moved, my fore arm raising up slightly to block the hit. I did this all with my eyes closed, so as not to scare him senseless with the changes my eyes had just gone through. I opened my eyes slowly, staring him down with my pure jet black eyes. He whimpered, arms going limp as he tried to back away from me.

I used the deadly midnight voice that I only used when I was close to being swallowed up by the darkness within. "Who..? Who dares sully my name? I saw you glance at my crest. So Who?" The bear gibbered unintelligibly staring into the smouldering pools that were now my eyes. He looked away as a scent reached my nose. I wrinkled it in disgust, he'd soiled himself. But in so doing he whispered a name that my newly sharpened hearing barely picked up. Gixain. I let him go and backed away quickly, wrestling internally with the force wanting to crush everything. Gixain, of course, who else would it be? I swiftly pulled up my over head mini map, switching to a different setting I saw the red dot. I looked down the main street of the city, the path the young mother rabbit had taken with her kids. I closed my eyes, keeping Gixain's position locked in my mind's eye. I switched to my tracking map then opened my eyes. The darkness flared as the dark green dot of the mother rabbit was overlapped by Gixain's red dot in my mind's eye.

I immediately set off down the dusty street, carefully avoiding looking at other people. Even though only the first seal had been broken, the dark power now flowing through me was intoxicating. Quickly making my way down the street, I checked my newly enhanced abilities. Sight, sound, scent, strength and speed. I moved between the furred people, not entirely myself anymore. The darkness inside could be a hinderance, but on this occasion, we were in agreement. Gixain had to be punished, once and for all. He'd been sullying my name ever since I'd had the misfortune of recapturing one of his men when they'd run from him. Granted, I'd been new to the game, and didn't truely understand, but now. I grinned, my eyes glowing with black pleasure. The nearby beast people feeling my malice either edged away from me or turned around completely. But now, I finally have the power to put a stop to his disgrace and dishonor of my name. According to the map, Gixain and the mother Rabbit were just a few metre's away. Miniscule problem, there was a ring of well trained warrior's between me and them. I used my abilities to cloak myself in shadow, carefully slipping past.

I saw him almost immediately. Gixain. The seals holding back the full fury of my darker side flared brightly again. I was tempted to unleash all thirteen seals, but I knew if I did that, nothing would survive. I watched, and again the darkness crashed upon the seal as the mother rabbit from before was backhanded by a brute in full body armour. It seemed Gixain had been treasure hunting since the last time we met. He was wearing a full suit of blessed dark armour. I blinked, calculating the current worth of the armour in a free market, and raised an invisible eyebrow. Either he'd been really lucky to find it, or he'd found someone to leech off of. Personally, I was leaning towards the latter. He was a strong guy, but he was nothing without support. Keeping an eye upon the rabbit, I gave his guards a look see. Average hired goons, nothing... I blinked, watching a shadow move from the walls, heading towards the rabbit and Gixain. Shit, a shade. It's probably heading for Gixain. I winced, my nose picking up it's scent. Someone had just summoned it, but who in their right mind would risk summoning a shade in a crowded area full of civilians? Shade's, on a whole, were vile things. They leeched the life force of their opponents, sucking them dry and leaving an empty husk. Then, they enterred and posessed it. Sometimes, they're skillful enough to absorb memmories as well, then they become harder to find. However... My eyes narrowed, calculating possible distances. If this shade was a summoned being, then the death of the summoner would release the shade and, in theory, return it to the netherworld. This day just went from boring, to interresting.

Tracking the subtle shadow, I pulled out another pearl from my pockets. This one was blue, with three red slashes and a small circle upon it. I preferred to craft the skills I needed inside of my own home, that way I'd have mana to burn if needed and I wouldn't have to resort to it too soon. This little beauty, I crushed the pearl, feeling the rush of cool magic. Was a stasis spell. Soft invisible tendrils snaked towards the moving shadow. I felt a minor pang at using a level three stasis spell, but where creatures from the Netherworld were concerned, one could never be too careful. Contact! My obsidian eyes widened in shock. This was no ordinary shade. People around me were screaming at the sudden appearance of one of the most feared creatures in the game. The shade, if that's truly what it was, struggled against my spell. A living cloak of darkness, arms outstretched towards Gixain and the rabbit, it's fingers twitching. Shit shit shit shit shit... I never carried level ones with me unless I was boss hunting. At this rate, it was gonna break free before I could do anything.

Gixain, seeing his predicament, shoved the rabbit at the thing. She died upon touching it, her high shriek was something I would never forget. This was not a Shade. The only thing stronger than a Shade, but looking exactly like one, was a Shadow Knight. The stampeding horde of the NPC's rushed out, emptying the square. All that was left was me, the Shadow Knight, the dead rabbit, and her crying younglings, which Gixain was hurriedly clapping collars upon. I summoned the house window. Once it popped up I quickly wrote upon the board. "Steven, put the Pure Essence marked Tegil in a circle around the teleport pad. Make sure all thirteen are in the circle, It's very important that not a single stone is left out. Also, ready the room of resurrection, we're going to have some guests." I closed the window, hoping she'd see it in time and acted quickly. I closed my eyes and calmed myself. Carefully, I unlocked the second seal. The rushing flood of new energy almost made me lose concentration. My mana pool trippled in size, as did my magical strength. While this was good, the bad side was that the darkness had a larger foot hold. It couldn't be helped, I needed to unlock the third seal. The first seal held physical traits, the second, magical and attack traits. The third seal held the defensive traits I needed to take on a Netherworld being. A gentle touch was all that would be needed. The darkness was a temptation of power that I was glad to escape in the real world. But here, the danger I faced was real. The third seal didn't break, it shattered. The rush of dark power flowed along my skin, turning it soft and mattblack at the same time. Even after the seals were replaced, the softness would stay for several days. Thankfully the darkness left my skin when the seals were returned. The overwhelming energy, added with the need to just Do something made me move closer to Gixain first. He had just finished placing the last collar upon the squaling kids when I laid an invisible hand upon him.

"F*** OFF!" Thankfully the game bleeped his voice, though the children cried louder as he spun around to face empty air. I quickly marked a rune upon his chest. He may or may not have felt it, but wherever that armour went, I'd know it's exact location. I shucked my shadows, appearing directly infront of him from thin air. Gixain stared into eyes that burned with dark energy. "Nyght." Eyes hidden behind a full face plate widened.

"_ Leave... " Gixain disappeared. *Unable to locate, player has logged out* passed accross my vision as my tracking rune signified the change. My level three stasis spell flashed accross my eyes. Shit, had to move, I only had a few seconds left. I turned to the young rabbits grabbed them and gave them each a pink pearl. " Take these and crush them. They'll take you to my home where you'll be cared for by my servant Steven. She'll make sure you're happy. When I've dealt with this thing, I'll bring your mother back for you. Do you understand me younglings? _" The little rabbits nodded in fear. One by one, they disappeared in pink light as they crushed their pearls. My holding spell shattered apart. I turned, protecting the last little one as the Shadow Knight rushed towards me, howling for my blood. The darkness within me grinned in anticipation.

The howling fury of a Shadow Knight cheated of it's target found itself stopped by a mortal that could touch it. Ruby red eyes visible only up close widened. "_ Gethil? _" The darkness stirred within me, but I was puzzled. What was Gethil? The being had me confused. It was sentient. Fully sentient as in able to choose it's own path. I pushed against it, forcing it backwards and away from the bunny that was rooted by fear. Sometimes intimidation is the best stasis spell. The Shadow Knight pushed back, it's eyes slitting as it felt my strength. Neither it nor I moved, both struggling to shove the other back. In order not to look behind me I pulled up my HUD. The bright green dot of the bunny was still behind me. Damn it. Eyes of obsidian looked into the blood red eyes of the Netherworld being.

"_ You won't have him. I will force you back to the land of sorrow. I will chain you there if I have to, but all will know that those under my protection will be defended to my last breath. _" The creature gave a sick, gurgling chuckle. Pain lanced up my arm from my right hand. It had dug it's claws into the back of my gloved hand. My fingers and hand numbed immediately. Shit, poison as well? When did Shadow Knights start using poison? The darkness roared, pulsing dark strength into me. I gladly took it, but I didn't undo the fourth seal. I slowed the effect of the poison and shoved the thing backwards some more. The green dot upon my HUD disappeared. Finally..

The Shadow Knight also noticed that he'd disappeared. With a grunt, it disengaged from me and disappeared, pooling into the ground. "_ Oh no you don't! Quake! " The ground cracked open. Now that I didn't need to worry about NPC's I could use more of my Darkness' abilities. Quake was a spell I'd come accross when looking for an aphrodisiac recipe. It cracked the ground apart, preventing enemy escape, either under it or over it. The Shadow Knight reappeared above ground, it's form jerking as it's legs were turned to jelly by the shuddering earth. I carefully moved over the quaking ground. Placing my gloved hand upon him I whispered one word. " Sunder. _" It's expression changed, turning to one of pain, though only the eyes showed it's fear. It's scream cracked the walls of the houses nearby as it was sucked back to the Netherworld, becoming smaller and whiter. The small bright pin point it had become winked out. I sighed, scratching my head with my tingling right hand.

"_ I suppose I'd better take her back and resurrect her. I bet her kids are worried sick by now. " The darkness pulsed. It had been cheated. At least that's the feeling it gave off. " Soon, soon. First we need to locate his home. When we find that, then vengeance will be wrought. I'll not have that excuse for a male sullying my honour. _" The darkness swirled, pleased but still hinting. Sighing I levitated the rabbit mother to me. Gently grasping her by the waist I pulled out another pearl. Four left after this one. I crushed it, keeping a firm grip upon the dead body, allowing the weightlessness of instant transportation to take me home.

CH3

Oh Gods, the Pain! I grunted as the seals were forced back into existance. The darkness howled it's rage, but this had to be done. It wouldn't do to terrify everyone. The healing spells I'd placed within the room activated, nullifying the Shadow Knight's poison and healing the wounds he'd inflicted upon my hand. I fell to my knees taking shaking breaths as Steven gently lifted the rabbit from me. The very image of a centaur, except for her head which was very horse like. Her smile helped me sit up, then eventually stand. "Sorry to put you through all this trouble Steven. I promise that when I'm finished, I'll take a nice long bath with you to make up for it, okay?"

Steven smiled wider. One thick hand moved behind me and gripped my butt. "Of course it's okay, and you know I don't mind helping if it's for a good cause." She smiled wide, an impossible facial feature, but one she pulled off beautifully. I gently removed her hand though. I patted it, rubbing the soft hairs upon the back of her hand.

"You know... I wonder sometimes if I really am making a difference." Steven paused, the rabbit still under one arm. "Sometimes I feel like just doing whatever I want. Not being nice and being a right royal demon. A plague upon the world. I know I could do it. I know I could get away with it, and I know absolutely no one has the power to stop me. All it would take is releasing the thirteenth seal-"

"NO!" Steven removed her hand from mine and gripped my shoulder, squeezing. "Don't you EVER do something like that!" Her flat chest rose and fell, heaving with an emotion that I wasn't able to recognise.

"Why not? If this is just a game, then I can restart anytime I want to. I could run my reputation into the ground right now and not care. But.." I looked down. "But I'm not like that. It would be a release to be able to kill and destroy without a care, but everything and everyone is so life like." I sighed, hugging my servant, and my friend. "I know you're just a computer program, but to me, you're my conscience. You're my guiding force. You're my-" Steven put one large finger over my lips. Her kind, yet worried eyes smiled down on me.

"That's sweet Nyght, but shouldn't we be seeing to your guests?" Shite.. I nodded

"Yes, Yes, take her to the resurrection room. I'll be there shortly. How're the kids? Are they allright?"

Steven nodded, backing out of the room and heading left towards the room of resurrection. "Yes, I gave them all a mild sedative. The four of them should be sleeping it off by now."

The four of them? What happenned to the fifth? I searched my memmory. There had deffinately been five little rabbits. My heart rate sped up. If one of the little ones was lost in my house, there was no telling what could happen to him. Death stood within the potions room, the beastiary was full of creatures that would kill anything that met them. If any of those creatures got out, not only would everyone in the house die, but I might not be able to survive either. Why did I have to collect all of those creatures? I went through the plans for my house in my head, bringing up a HUD to help me remember. My "House" was seven stories tall. That didn't account for the mines beneath it, nor the dungeons. This room was the teleport/receiving room. When using the return home spell, this is where I, or anyone else, ends up. So he couldn't be too far from here. Three corridors to the left was the resurrection room. There wasn't anything dangerous down the left path, but if he activated the resurrection room, his mother would never be revived. There was a 24 hour time limit for the room, and I've never been able to recreate the exact needs for it again.

A thought struck me. Why not use the tracking spell I'd put upon the entire family? I could've slapped my forehead at my utter stupidity. Duh, of course! Giving a mental order, I changed the HUD. It became three dimensional, showing everything that was within my home. The black dot with a deep blue center moving towards the ressurection room with a grey dot was obviously Steven. There was another black dot with a blue center. Nera was in the kitchen. I smiled. She was most likely cooking up a storm for the younglings and their mother. Good. The mother rabbit's going to be very hungry when she gets revived. Now lets see. There were four green dots centered around each other in the massive mahogany bed. I smiled. That was nice, I wonder who put them in there? Probably Steven. So where was the last one? I sent a mental query and the HUD replied, shifting around untill a bright green dot was shown moving down a hallway.

"S***...." There was that damn annoying bleep again.. He was heading towards the stables. Christ, How'd he get down to the second floor? I left the teleportation room. I ran straight ahead down the corridor. The HUD kept up with me, showing me where he was as I raced to intervene. I was currently. I stopped and went down the stairs, ignoring the interresting curiosities I had been gathering since I started playing this game. I was currently on the fourth floor. Two more stairs down, and he was at the door to the stables. All I could think about was How? How had he known where to go, How did he make it without being seen? There were sentries here that were meant to stop unwanted people from accessing the lower levels. I passed a statue of a Kin, it's eyes following me. The Kin were dragon half breeds. Part human, part dragon, all visciousness. They were known as dragon kin, but were just called the Kin for short.

I ran past several rooms, most holding the odd assortment of cursed items, and the rare god items I'd found, things crafted by the gods themselves, and sentient in a way. I turned the corner, and blinked. The door to the stables was slowly opening. My HUD said that there was a rabbit boy there. My eyes said that the door was slowly opening by itself. There was a small shadow infront of the door, nothing else. Gixain. It had to be. Nobody else had anything close to my abilities with shadows. Gixain was the first person who could do some of the things that I could. Except where I embraced my shadow, he only used it when he wanted something done. Looks like I'd finally pissed him off enough for him to actively attack me.

I raised my left hand and quickly signed the sigil for rest. The air turned light blue as the spell activated, then launched at the shadow. For a moment, as the spell contacted the youngling, I saw another shadow. This one looked like it had it's hand stuck through the kid's back, almost like he was a puppet. I switched my vision to that of the metaphysical. It was a special ability or trait that allowed me to view any item with magical energy or power, even if it was very weak. There, slowly making it's way towards me was a spindly skeleton like thing. My first fearful thought was that it was a walking corpse, but it felt like a demon, a summoned creature. I carefully focused my eyes upon the bunny boy, trying to ignore the demon and not give away my knowledge of it's existance. The thing must have been attatched to the boy by a summoning charm before he enterred my home, because nothing of ill intent was allowed within my home, regardless of who this ill intent was aimed at. So, under no circumstances could this thing have been summoned within my home, power of deduction and what I saw left the only possible way in as a type of piggyback. I was processing a list of ready made spells to launch at the thing when I noticed the doors opening further.

The solid dark horn of my night mare poked between the heavily spelled doors. She was a unicorn of the solid black variety. Normally unicorns were white with a spiraling golden horn, but she was different. She had been raised by ... the only english equivalent of the group name was "The hands of darkness", but the hands of darkness could also be seen as the hands of death, or the hands of guidance. The word for darkness/death/guidance was a multi use word, it's meanings hidden by how it was used. Her smouldering blood red eye focused upon me, and the stick like thing sauntering towards me, confidant in it's own knowledge that I couldn't see it. She turned her head towards the invisible creature and her horn glowed with blood red energy. My heart and chest ached as several of my most powerful warding spells activated at once, drawing energy from me in order to prevent a catastrophe from taking place. As it was, the stick thing didn't even know what hit it. It was engulfed in red light midstep between me and the rabbit boy, one hand starting to reach towards me as I focused upon the night mare. I swallowed strongly as the sulfuric scent of a banished demon made me want to retch. My night mare took one look at me and nodded, backing up into the stables she had just come from, the doors closing behind her. It took all of my will not to run to the child and place every locking spell I could upon the door she came out of.

After I had learned to breathe again, I made my way to the poor boy and picked him up carefully. He was sound asleep, his soft golden fur contrasting against my black skin tight clothing. I breathed a sigh of relief and took him upstairs, placing him with the other kids upon the bed. With any luck, he'd have no idea what had happenned to him. It troubled me though that a demon had gained entrance to my sanctuary without me even glancing it's presence. My right arm shook and I squeezed my fingers into a fist. Normally the stronger the darkness within me got, the more easily I could see and find creatures of the same nature. However sometimes it was unpredictable and instead of locating darkness, I found light. That, and the fact that with each seal broken, I lost more and more of myself to the darkness. At the breaking of the fifth seal, I lost my empathy. Shaking my head I left it alone. Best to deal with things as they were now.

My minimap of the house was still up, and I flicked my eyes to Nera's position. She was making her way around the kitchen, stopping by the expansive cupboards and going to the hotplate, then the larder, then the hotplate. She made one stop by the fire pit, where stews, soups, and spits were done to feed the entire staff. I smiled and went about my business. A few twists and a brisk walk down a long hallway and I found myself at the doors of my room of resurection. The large black doors with the golden trim edges looked really unremarkable. Using spell sight, however, they literally blazed with light. Not just the doors, the entire room was ablaze. This room was a mystery to me. All I could remember about the day I created it was a few hours in the morning when I was talking with Nera and Steven at the kitchen table. Everything else was a blank except for the sudden knowledge of how to use this room, and of it's existance.

I gently unlatched the doors and enterred the massive room. In the center of it's massively spacious interior, Steven was placing the rabbit mother upon the stylised floor. I carefully stepped upon the golden gem encrusted spellwrought path that led slowly around to the center of the design.

"Is everything ready?" Steven looked up at me and nodded, her dark brown arms making a final alteration to the rabbits position upon the center of the design.

"The soul gem is in place, as are the mana converters. Everything looks fine, but you should look them over again to make sure. You know I don't have spell sight." I nodded at Steven's intellgent decision. I took a moment to alter how my eyes perceived this world, and glanced about the room, spending a moment on the locations of the soul gem and mana converters. Of the three mana converters, one of them was dark instead of shining with brilliant light. Frowning, I moved towards it, already stretching out a hand to pick up the cylinder like object. The object was like a giant fuse, but this one was attuned to magic, and sifted it like a giant sieve. It's mystrile capped crystal exterior housed the fine filament of Corus. Corus was currently the only element within this world that could safely and regularly sift mana. This specific piece of Corus had been shaped by hand, in a complete dead zone. Because of it's special nature, for it to do what was needed, someone had to craft the super fine filament by hand, in a magical null zone that had absoloutely no magical energy, as any type of interferance would destroy the unique nature of the Corus filament,

"Steven, get a new mana converter, this one's cracked." I held up the converter to her, twisting it around so that the super fine crack down near the base could be seen by her. She came over to me and inspected it carefully, taking it from me and turning it so that she could find the flaw. A frown crossed her features as the discrepency in her work was made clear.

"Sorry master Nyght, I'll get a new one from the storage cabinet" I sighed softly, not wanting to go into the whole master thing right now. I went back to the center area and touched one of the fist sized rubies embedded within the gold design. The absoloute magnitude of wealth held within this one room always astounded me, and the same question always presented itself. Why and how did I do this?

"Master, will this one suffice?" I turned to look, and Steven held out another converter. I walked to her and held it within my own hands, turning it around to see if there were any flaws. My spellsight said there was nothing wrong with it, and I agreed. I nodded to Steven and took the converter, walking back to the single golden comma that didn't have a mana converter in it. A moment's concentration and I carefully placed the mystrile cap into the slight indentation in the floor, and watched as it blazed with energy in my magical sight. I motioned Steven out the double doors of the resurrection room as I moved to the outside of the golden design.

I took a breath, centering myself for what was about to happen. I sealed away my dark side, pulling on my original mana to fuel the resurrection of this young woman. A thought, and my mana lashed out and was absorbed by the three mana converters. The golden design upon the dark wood floor blazed instantly with bright blue light, the gems hidden underneath blazed with red, blue, and green light. Each arm glowed with a different light, and all of the energy being created was directed by the short spiral of each arm into three seperate points. The mother rabbit was encased within a small triangle, each wall of the triangle a different colour, the seperate energies of the arms converging in one place.

It took forever, and only a couple minutes. In three minutes, the mother rabbit was slowly restored to life. The first wall, the red one, glowed and suffused her body, repairing damage and boosting recovery times for the next week. The second wall, the blue one, glowed as her body was infused with magical energy that sought out her soul, restoring it to her body. The absoloute microsecond her soul was found and replaced within her body, the last wall glowed in emerald brilliance as life energy itself was forced into her frail body.

Her body shook, glowing with green light, her eyes open and mouth screaming in silence as her life was forced back into her. The moment I felt pain coming from her, I raised my hand and dispelled the mana transfer. The room was immediately plunged into darkness, the gems embedded within the golden arms turned gray. They would remain gray for 12 hours, then slowly regain colour after that. I walked to the mother rabbit, gently raising her into a sitting position so that she could breathe, and know for certain that she was alive.

"Whuu..." She tried to grab my arm and struggle. I assumed the word she just tried to say was what. Most people that are suddenly ressurected ask that before anything else, but a few scream in the darkness.

"You're safe," I whispered into her ear, it immediately turned and focused upon me. "You're children are safe. You are safe. Everything is going to be okay. You may not trust me, you may not like me, but I offer you nothing but peace and hospitality." I waited, listening to her breathe in choking steps, her body trying to regain it's normal syncronicity with life. She nodded once after thinking about it in the darkness, my arm holding her back upright.

"My.. litter..?"

"They're safe. They are currently residing upon a bed in a guest room, would you like to join them or do you want to eat first?" Even within the darkness I could see her face. I could see the agonising decision that she was making. Right now, the toll of ressurection was taking it's price. Her body was exhausted, her energy was low, and she was absoloutely ravenous. She was deciding whether to eat first and regain her strength, or see her children in her wasted condition. Finally she said just one word.

"Food.."

I nodded, even though she couldn't see. It was the logical choice, after all, if she saw her children being hurt in her condition, what could she do to stop it? Eating first while trusting was the right thing to do.

"I'm going to help you stand now, is that okay? My arms are going to be in certain places you may not want them. If you don't want me to help you, I can always call a servant to assist you to the dining room." Her feeble grip upon my sleeve tightened considerably as she gave a very weak laugh.

"I'm not some young kit that doesn't know about life. I'm sure you will be very firm, and wont do anything unneccesary." I grinned in the darkness before gently grasping her waist and hoisting her up onto her feet easily. She gave a startled squeak, obviously not expecting the display of strength. I got up from my crouched position as well, my hand upon her waist and gently leading her towards the door.

"One thing before we leave this room, I want you to close your eyes and cover them with your hands. When you can handle the light, slowly remove your hands and open your eyes. I'm going to open the doors now." She nodded feebly, covering her eyes as well as she could with her slim white paws. I knocked loudly upon the doors, and Steven opened them for me. Even though I had only been in the room for a half an hour, an hour max, I was just about blinded like the mother rabbit. I blinked at the brightness, hearing her whimper next to me. I blinked a number of times, allowing my eyes to get used to the change of lighting. I gently tugged the mother rabbit through the bright hallway, Steven nodded, her eyes asking me if she should help. I shook my head at her unasked question.

"Come along dear, Nera is in the kitchen. She'll almost deffinately have something you can eat ready by the time we get there." She dropped within my grasp. "Woah!" Steven came up behind us, gently pried her from me, then tilted her head back. Her breathing was normal, but we couldn't check her eyes just yet, the chance of scarring them was very high. I shook my head and just assumed she'd moved too soon. I held out my arm to Steven.

"Steven, give her to me, I'll port us to the kitchen, can I ask you to grab a stamina potion from my potions room?" Steven nodded, handing the rabbit mother over to me.

"I'll be in the kitchen in a flash." She turned, and raced off down the hallway. I nodded to her retreating back, and held the mother rabbit close to me. I made sure I had a firm grip upon her, then closed my eyes. My house was the one place where I could freely use my power, without worrying about any type of backlash or power drain. Because of this, I tend to use my power instead of craftworks. Since I use my power, when it leaks from me, it embeds itself into the walls around me, coating it in my power, increasing the changes and effects I can cause within the grounds of my own home. It was now to a point where I could rip holes within space, teleporting myself anywhere within my home.

I opened myself up to my power, diving through the matrices that kept me from it, and it from me. I splashed into the dark energy that was my power, and allowed it to engulf me. I split my mind's presence, focusing upon two points. I felt out the kitchen that Nera was working in, the massive room her sole domain. I settled my mind upon a section of space in the southern area of the kitchen, where Nera was staying away from at the moment. I connected that part of my mind, with the one I was keeping focused upon me and the mother rabbit. I applied power gently untill my bones were almost humming with power, then I released it. I was jerked suddenly to the left, losing my balance, and collapsed into a heap with the rabbit mother ontop of me.

"Master!" Nera's soft voice intruded upon the fuzz that was enveloping me. I shook my head at her use of that word, but couldn't reprimand her for it, it was much too close to her ... lets just say change of ownership. "Selrina?" I blinked.

"What was that?" The weight ontop of me was lifted up, Nera gently cradling the mother rabbit, tears in her eyes.

"Selrina!" Tears streamed down her face as she gently shook the rabbit who looked so similar to her.

"Hey! Calm down! She was just resurrected!" Nera stopped shaking the mother rabbit, looking at me with sorrow filled eyes.

"Selrina...." It was a plea. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Gixain killed her. The second he logs back in I'll be going to see hi-"

*Player Login. Location, ShadowFang Plaza. Time of Arrival 19:17*

Nera looked at me oddly, it seemed she was waiting for me to finish. "Take care of her, I'm going after Gixain." Her eyes took on a funny look, half fearful, half hopeful. "Don't worry, he'll never trouble you again, I swear it."

I stood up slowly, gathering my energy. I sent out a call, and a few stasis and battle pearls appeared before me. Calling them within my house was the easiest way to get them. If I had've gone to their vault, it would have taken me hours to get there without teleporting, and teleporting, while easier within my house, was still draining upon my reserves.

I pocketed the extremely powerful little pearls of magic, gathered as much energy around myself as possible, and centered all of my will power upon Shadow Fang Keep. The twisting Nether's took me, and I vanished from my house.

"Good luck Nyght..."

CH 4

The world itself rocked crazily as my feet touched the cold, barren soil infront of the shadowed keep. I activated my personal shield, then blinked as the power level rose substantially. A single pearl winked at me from my HUD, and I cursed. I'd grabbed a Mana pearl accidentally, and the damn thing had powered up my shield because I hadn't sealed it.

"Name and reason for appealing to the great lord of shadows, the master of forever twilight, the seer of all that is dark and unholy, the master of all life, our dark lord Gixain."

It was a minotaur, one of the bull people. They were not to be confused with the Tauren that were of similar appearance. Minotaurs had no magic what-so-ever, and had much lower intelligences. They were also fiercely loyal, regardless of their moralities.

"Nyght. Our master does not wish to see you." I looked to my right, and watched as the Leonine guard padded towards us. He and I had a history together. He had attempted to kill me, and I had broken his arm in three places, before shattering his left kneecap. He'd caught me at a bad time. That was the day I'd found out who and what Gixain was.

"Friend of the master?" The minotaur there.

"No." Purdec's eyes narrowed to thin slits. "Nyght and our master are enemies. Since Nyght is here, we could assume that he is here to harm our master. We could-"

"HWROOOOOOAAAAAAAAARRR!!!" I dodged the first swing of the massive battle axe, then the second. Purdec unsheathed his poisoned dagger and came at me in a flying leap, but not untill after he'd blown the magical whistle that would alert every single minion to the trouble at the front gate. I ducked and rolled, undoing the first four seals.

"I have no quarrel with you." Power sung and coursed throughout my body. My skin darkened, my senses heightened. I looked at the two guards with coal black eyes, and knew they posed no threat. The only threat was Gixain, and he was about to be removed. I moved faster than Purdec ever could, breaking his arm and leg to prevent him from attacking me further. I gave an agressive gut punch to the minotaur, and dropped him like a stone. The guards started to exit from Gixain's estates, and I let the darkness take root. Dark energies sang accross my body, and I reacted to attacks before they were launched. Knives were thrown at me, and I dodged all of them, fists, daggers, swords, maces, clubs, axes, all were avoided. Bears, foxes, humans, lamuh, vespians, all were taken out quickly and efficiently. I spared a thought as to how he got one of the wasp people to join him, but realised the wasps were hive minded, and that the queen had most likely sold the infertile female to him.

"KKKIIIIIIIIIII!!!" I ducked the full body dive, punched upwards into the lemur's gut, and moved up the road to Gixain's estates. I pulled upon the darkness, and wreathed myself in shadows. I needed to find Gixain, and attacking his guards would just slow me down, though finding him was inevitable. I jogged along the pathway, keeping to the sides as his guards, warriors, and mages ran towards the front gates. I passed a priest and felt him react to me. I destroyed his mind before he could even turn. He dropped to the ground, dead. The acolytes and guardsmen near him turned about in fear and panic. I moved on, passing through the wide open doors that gave me acess to his estates.

I paused at the front door, not exactly certain how to proceed. I tried thinking about my home, and realised his was substantially smaller than mine. Not just in actual size, but in performance as well. His home was an actual location, while mine was sitting in a dimensional space, the doors linked to wherever I wanted them to be, the same with the windows. The massive top floor gardens were linked to the sky above Tarnassia, a quaint little village with a strictly ground faring race. I'd purchased the castle of Belen, the residents knew to come to the castle and seek help if something happened. The windows had the window spaces of the castle, and as such the entire house moved on Belan's timeline.

Where are you Nyght?

Gixain's voice travelled the length of the hallway I was in, his shout a stain upon my mind. More guards searched the hallways, and I knew he had to know I was in the estate grounds, especially seeing as I had taken out a priest. I normally had no problems with priests so long as they stayed away from me and mine, turn them against me and I'd make them very, very dead.

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"No....." She admitted through gritted teeth. I blinked. What...? Oh.. Derra looked up, glaring at me again. "I'm not going to be fucked by a human ever again. Not even during breeding season. It looks like he's already had enough fun." Nera gave a soft gasp, glancing to me. I concentrated upon forgetting the overly vivid memmory and understanding why they were allowed to swear. She looked back to Derra.

"Either you tell him or I will." I looked in shock at the bunny girl before me. I've never heard her talk like that before. The vixen glared at both of us, her jaw firmly shut. "Fine!" Nera turned to me, her softly furred body quivering under the cloak of shadows. "Please Master Nyght," She raised a soft furred hand to stall my insistance that I wasn't her Master. "Today is your eighteenth birthday. Upon your eighteenth birthday all of the clothes your servants wear, if any, are removed. Because you are now an adult, the most secret part of the game is open to you. We are to be used for your pleasure, should you wish it." Derra interrupted.

"Of course he wishes. Can't you see the juice coating his pants? What did you do Sir," She said sir highly sarcastically, "Fuck an elephant?" I glared at the captured vixen over Nera, who was crying silently.

"I'll have you know I was looking for a new elemental stone. I came accross a breeding female Chikiri, and That's when it got really strange. One minute it looks like she's ready to rip me to pieces, the next I was being licked and then kissed by her. IF that wasn't bad enough, I half fainted and she squatted over me. Next thing I know, my leggings are being soaked through by some kind of slime that came from her ......." I stopped, trailing off as I thought about where that slime actually Had come from. I looked down at my still dripping clothes. The slime had trailed its way into my boots since I'd been standing and talking. I sighed deeply. "Nera, please get Steven to run a relaxation bath for me please, I don't want to keep this stuff on me anymore." I looked to the bowed head of the bunny girl. I reached forwards, lightly lifting her chin. I kissed the top of her furred head, using my left hand to wipe away her tears. "I'd like some of your wonderfull coffee too please." She smiled at me, her eyes lighting up and her ears going upright again. She twirled once in the cloak, before skipping out of the room, heading towards the kitchen. I looked back to Derra, holding her gaze. I raised my right hand, placing my palm upon the circular prison wall. The teal coloured encasement spell cracked, then flew apart. Derra dropped to the floor. I held her up carefully hugging her. She struggled slightly before she stopped, allowing me to hold her. I took a step back, still keeping her up.

"Derra, if you truly don't want to be here, all you have to do is say so." Derra looked at me in fear, shaking her head rapidly. I frowned.

"No Master Nyght Fyre. I like it here. I wont do this again Sir, I promise." She ran from the teleportation room. I stared.

"What in the name of fuck is going on here?" I sighed. I'd figure it out later. I exited the teleportation room, closing the paper doors carefully. I carefully made my way to my bathroom, walking down the stained maple wood paneling hallway. I stopped outside of the bathroom, hearing the water being turned off. I pressed gently against the gilded mahogany door. It swung open, revealing an expansive room that's main feature was the bath. Steven was in the bath, the foaming water up to her furred waist. She faced me as the door swung open. She smiled with that horse like face of her's. To this day I have no idea how she does that. She splashed the foamy water beside her, rubbing the foam along her furred breasts. Seeing that I turned around real quick. A soft neigh echoed behind me as Steven laughed.

"Come on Nyght, you've seen me naked before. We've even bathed together. Why so shy now?"

"Well ...... that's because the game never showed me anything like this before. I knew you went around naked, but I've never seen you naked." I stopped, facing the door and fidgeting with a red face. I froze, hearing water fall from Steven's fur and back into the large bath. She got out, and I heard her hooves clopping along the tiled floors, water dripping from her and splattering upon the tiles. The sound of her hooves stopped directly behind me. Steven hugged me to her, my neck fitting between her breasts and causing me to breathe heavily. She rested her chin upon my head, her hands traveling across my chest.

"Unless you really want to bathe fully clothed," She tugged at the zipper on my shirt, pulling it down to the bottom of the black shirt. She pulled the shoulders of it back, pulling down to get my arms through before she chucked it to the side. "I suggest we get you undressed." One of her large furred hands rubbed up and down my slightly muscled chest, while the other pulled me closer to her front, not to mention her large furred breasts. I gasped, squirming from her grasp. I ran to the door before turning back to face her, my embarrassement, and my errection within my pants, showing clearly.

"I'm sorry.. Tell Nera I really did want to drink her coffee." Steven's face went from shock to fear as I reached my right hand over my left wrist, pressing the ball of my thumb into the tendons on my left wrist. Steven froze mid leap, her front legs stretched out, her back legs just kicking off from the tiles. The heart wrenching image of her face mid scream made me confused, and helped me to forget my erection.

"Logging Out. We hope to see you again soon." Said that voice again. Huh .... they even changed the logout voice to match hers. Wonder why? What in hells is going on?

My vision went black. I reached around to the back of my head and carefully pulled out the full virtualisation cord. The snick of the spike coming out reverbrated throughout my skull, causing me to grit my teeth in a moment of pain. I placed the net link back onto its holder, stripped out of the full body suit I was in. I chucked the suit into the cleaner, pulling out the one I'd washed yesterday I hung it up for tomorrow. I walked abit to my left and enterred the mist shower. I hit the button, raising my arms up and closing my eyes as I was sprayed from twenty-one different dirrections at once. The spray stopped. I stretched my arms out, making like I was an aeroplane as hot air blasted me dry. I waved my left wrist at the reader by the second door. It unlocked and I pulled it open.....

"I can see your cock!"

I slammed the door shut. I picked up the towel I had forgotten, wrapping it around me and rolling it to keep it on. I opened the door again, my face red as I faced my twin sister. "Hello Sis, I didn't think you'd be up by now. Normally you're asleep for twelve hours after you get back from your job." Melissa stared at me, eyes wide. Her breathing quickened as well. I blushed more, my hands going infront of my crotch. "What?" Mel blinked, looking up to my face.

"Damn Mat, I knew you were hung, but Damn! If it weren't for the fact that we're brother and sister, I'd jump you in a second." I froze at that comment. Not another one ...

"Don't even kid about something like that." I walked around her and headed to my room.

I opened the door, stepped in, and was closing it when she said, "I'll be sure to visit you soon ...... Nyght Fyre." She laughed, and I closed the door on her laugh. Turning to my fluff covered bed I flopped down upon it and immediately fell asleep.

= = = = =

"Damn it Mat, get up!"

I groaned, "Get lost Mel, were're not kids anymore. You can't sleep in my bed." I turned over, pulling the mink blanket higher. Something heavy bounced upon the bed causing me to fly upwards before landing on the bed again. I moaned, rolling over to face what had landed on my bed. I woke up very quickly as Melissa frenched me. My fist went straight to my crotch, slamming my instant errection against me instead of her. She sighed nasally, drawing back from the kiss.

"Mmmm, Happy birthday Mat. I see you still get hard when you're kissed. Remember the first time I learned that?" I nodded, not daring to move any more incase she took it further than a french kiss. "Yeah, we were fourteen and in the bath together. I was watching you scrub yourself, and wondering how you'd feel buried deep inside me. I figured what the hell. So I leaned over and kissed you. I pushed you against the wall of the tub and frenched you hard. Boy was I surprised. If it wasn't for the fact that you were...." She glanced to me, noting my fist in my crotch and that I was barely breathing. "....Are extremely skittish, we could've had a lot of fun in that bathtub." She smiled brightly at me. She leaned down and very gently bit my nose, licking what was inside of her mouth. I leaned backwards, pulling my nose out of the grip her teeth had on it. I swiped the bit of saliva off of my nose.

"Okay, you've had your fun, can you leave so I can get dressed now?"

Mel raised an eyebrow at me. "Who do you think got you under the covers and hung up the towel?" She gestured towards the towel rack infront of the bed. I stared.

"You didn't..." I blinked at her. She grinned at me. She pushed me back down onto the bed, cuddling up next to me. She reached down her hand, gripping my wrist and pulled my hand away from my crotch. With my hand removed she curled her right leg over me and the blanket, pulling us together. She ground her panties against my crotch through the blanket.

"Ooooh, I so want to have fun with you. But it's against the law to have sexual intercourse with a sibling." She smiled brightly at me, removed her leg from my hip, rolled, then jumped off of my bed. "Now that we're eighteen, we can fuck all we want in the game. Hurry up and get dressed ...... aww fuck it I've seen you nude, just put on the suit and hook up." She walked out of my room quickly, heading off to the gaming room. I thought about what she said, realised she was right, and got up nude. I made it all the way to the door of the gaming room without seeing my Sis. I opened the door, and looked around. Strangely no sign of my sister. I took one step, and something hot and wet engulfed my shaft. I yelled, leaping back so quick and fast I probably broke the sound barrier. There, on her knees, right behind the door, was Melissa licking her lips.

"DAMN IT MELISSA!!" I yelled at her. She smiled at me, licking her lips. She held up my suit.

"Hurry up and get in your suit, the sooner you do the sooner I get to play." Melissa grinned, licking her lips suggestively. I however backed away, covering myself.

"Melissa... Damn it.." I grabbed my suit and dashed back to my room. Melissa yelled something about me having a nice firm ass, but I ignored her. Within the safety of my room I carefully pulled the wetsuit like game suit open. Stepping in, I had a bit of trouble putting my feet into the boots, the self stretching and adhering suit gripping my skin. I finally shoved both feet into the boots of neuro gel. The suit moved up my calves and thighs. I winced as it got slightly tight around my crotch before the suit molded itself to my genitals. I moved it up my back and front, putting my hands and arms through the sleeves before the suit sealed itself. For a moment, it felt like I was being choked, then the suit settled into a comfortable firmness around my neck. Rubbing up and down the black suit to make sure there weren't any bubbles, I opened my bedroom door. A quick check to the right and I saw that the door was open. Maybe, just maybe Melissa had gone ahead. Crossing the open area between my room and the virtual booth I popped my head through the door. The other door was open too, and Melissa was nowhere to be seen. Giving a slight sigh, I made my way through the rooms, wondering where Melissa might be. Even in the hook up room I couldn't see her, the only thing I saw was her suit upon the ground and a full VR spike hanging down to the ground. It made me think maybe she was playing a trick, but then when Melissa play's tricks on me, they're sexually based. I couldn't see how this could be one of her tricks.

Shrugging it off, I shifted the suit to the side and used the full virtualisation cord that was free. Turning my back to it I carefully placed the spike underneath a protrusion from my skull. A moment of meandering and I shoved the spike in. My breath caught at the intense burst of pain that always occured when shoving the spike in, then the normal account-connection-configuration-reset-virtualisation of net programs ran. Taking a momentary sidestep, I used my mind to touch what I wanted. Upon my 'desktop' was the Icon for the game that had been such fun for me my entire life. A momentary breather, then I activated the Icon. My vision faded to black, then the planet icon with the seven moons surrounding a single white circle upon the planet's surface.

Red, black, white. Each one flashed in turn past my vision. There was a feeling of falling, like being thirty stories up and having the floor magically removed from under you. For a moment, I thought I saw a familiar symbol within the darkness that I was falling through. This couldn't be part of the game, because when you accessed the game you came up to the welcome screen. A few seconds more, then there was a feeling of intense pressure. Cold and heat pressed in upon my mind. I screamed, thinking to try and alert someone to my predicament, then unconsciousness took over me.

CH xxxx

"Nera, Quick, Help me get him into the bath!" The sound of racing footsteps that were far too small to be human.

"Steven, help me I can't lift him. Derra, stop sulking and help!" Arms lifted me within the darkness, soft fuzziness rubbing under my arms. I squinched my eyes as some sort of light hurt them. I tried turning to my left as something inside of me moved. Someone grabbed my legs as the person holding me under my arms lifted. The thing inside of me pushed, making me wince and bend inwards, trying to curl up around my stomach.

The hands and arms holding onto him tightened their grip, pulling him straight as they headed to their destination.

The sounds that entered through Nyght/Mat's pain fuzzed mind was that of the clopping of hooves, and the sound of padded feet. Deep within him the dark demon he had partnered with when he first started playing the game, was struggling to break it's bonds. For if it didn't break free now, it would be tied to him for all eternity. The seals that kept the darkness at bay were faded due to Nyght/Mat not being conscious enough to add his will to their strength. Steven's large hands were wrapped around his ankles, pushing him along as Nera backed into the bathing chamber, her slim white furred hands gripping under his arms. A small green nymph with glittering green triangular wings, flitted above them, her face a picture of concern. Though her body was small, the little green human had the strength of earth and nature within her small form. She, like the Undine, Dryad, and Imp within the garden of tranquility, had been saved by Nyght. In return they had formed the garden of tranquility, where every living thing could grow. Including a certain flower. These flowers were the Isis lillies. They needed to grow in water heated to one hundred and fifteen degrees exactly, the Imp. The water needed to be completely pure, no substances in it besides the simple equasion of two hydrogen and one oxygen, the Undine. It needed a sulfur rich environment, with no wind what-so-ever, the Dryad. And it needed to be constantly checked to make sure that there were no impurities within the plant, the Nymph. Because of them, Nyght was able to be saved. The petals of the Isis lillies littered the top of the bath, their special chemical properties being released into the water.

Steven backed into the powerfully scented water, pulling Nyght in feet first. A bracelet she was wearing glowed darkly, Nyght's enchantment working to keep her alive as the water sought to over fill her with life. Nera stopped at the water's edge, having no such item of powerful protection. She gently lowered Nyght onto the sloping edge of the communal bath, making sure not to touch the water. Once he'd been set down, she released him and quickly backed away, her large ears drooping heavily as tears pricked her eyes. Steven backed further into the bath, carefully pulling Nyght's body in to the overwhelming healing properties of the Isis lillies.

For a brief moment, everybody present held their respective breaths. Even Derra was silent. Nothing happenned. Fear was a palpable emotion within those who knew, respected, and loved the player known as Nyght Fyre.

The feeling of water, heated and cool at the same time. Someone was holding onto my legs. Unknown to me, I took my first breath since I arrived in the game.

"He's Alive!" cheered those assembled, minus Derra. My thoughts were fuzzy. Opening my eyes, tears formed due to the pain of opening them. My eyes hurt so bad. I tried moving an arm and failed. I tried twitching a finger, a muscle, anything. A full body shiver was all I could manage, and that wasn't me. The slightly shortened face of a sentient horse looked down upon me. Her eyes showed concern, her four fingered hand brushing very gently at my face.

"Something's wrong." Wrong? What's wrong? Why can't I move? I tried to speak those words, yet was unable to. What was going on here? Why couldn't I move? Steven leaned in closer, her large nostrils taking in my scent as I was apparently fully paralyzed. Had something gone wrong during the transfer? She raised her face back up, her forward pointing eyes looking down upon me. "I'm sorry Nyght." She leaned down again as I was trying to understand what she was appologising for. Then she kissed me.

"Yaaa." I yelled, thrashing my limbs within the bath water. I passed out a moment later as the stress of moving my limbs for the first time exhausted me.

Nera watched over Nyght, her emotions a mess. The Nymph had said that everything would be fine now, they'd caught him in time. She was sitting within his room, the one he used when he wanted a short nap in game. Turning her head slightly, she faced the window with afternoon sunlight shining through from the mountain town of Belen. A tiny smile flickered upon her full furred lips, before being chased away by a sad frown. Looking down upon her master, who had rescued her from poverty and slavery, who had given her and everyone inside his home everything he could, she couldn't fight the need she had. Leaning down again from her cushioned chair, she kissed Nyght upon the lips again, again wanting the stories to be true in the fact that a kiss would wake a sleeper. Yet no matter how many times she kissed him, he never woke up. Nera sat back up in the chair, continuing to watch over him as she had for the fifteen hours he'd been here. She gave a shiver within the chilly room. While her fur protected her from most of it, she was still cold. It was barely ten degrees centigrade. Should she turn it up, Nyght would be in discomfort, so she bore with it, remembering all the times that Nyght had made her comfortable at the cost of his own comfort.

During an outing to her home city, she had spotted a glass dragon in a shop front. She wanted desperately to have it, but was completely unsure if she could. Before Nyght, she had been Gixain's slave. She had been treated cruely, untill Nyght had bought her from him. She had expected the same treatment, but all he gave her was kindness. She had gone to walk away, not noticing that she had been staring intensely at that one object for a long time. Nyght had left her at a seed and honey stall for a few minutes while he checked on something. When he had finished, they went back home. She went to her servant's quarters while he went to his library. The moment she enterred her room, she had seen the glass dragon sitting upon her bed. She had been shocked into immobility for a moment, then had run to the library where Nyght had been reading. A book upon the mating practices of the Kin was face down upon the desk, Nyght already waiting for her to enter. She had remembered how Gixain had treated her, and thought just maybe this was a cruel joke. Her indescision had made Nyght answer for her.

"Yes, the dragon is yours, no I didn't steal it, I payed twice his asking price. The dragon is a gift for you, to do with as you will." She had stared at him, then burst into tears. He had come around to her, asking what was wrong. In sobbing breaths she had told him that no one had ever been so nice to her. He'd given her a hugg, and given her butt a light tap, which had shocked her enough that she had stopped crying. "Go to your room, don't you want to have a nice long look at your gift and place it somewhere safe?" With a smile and a sob, she had nodded. Her life turned completely on end by his kindness.

Nyght stirred for a moment, then fell back into a normal sleeping rhythm. Nera took a breath, unaware that she had been holding it when he stirred. She reached over and tugged the soft blankets down a little. For a moment, Nera wondered if he would be upset if she explored him. She placed her hand over Nyght's bare chest, her hand shaking slightly as she saw skin below his neck for the first time. Taking a calming breath, she gently placed her pure white hand upon her owner's chest. She felt an overwhelming feeling of accomplishment at finally getting to touch him like this, skin to fur. Slowly she drew her hand down his chest, slipping between the nipples and passing over the bottom of his ribs. She gently poked a claw into his soft skin, freezing when he giggled. Looking to his face, she breathed again after seeing that it was only because she'd tickled him, he wasn't awake yet. Moving her claw, she inscribed small circles upon his flesh, watching him move slightly as a grin spread accross his face. A grin spread accross her own lapine muzzle. Her master was ticklish. She wondered if Steven knew. One large white ear rose to face the door as Nera barely heard Steven clopping towards the bedroom. In a hurry she raised the covers up Nyght's chest doing her best to compose herself as well. Just as the door opened she turned to face the mountain view of Belen.

Steven opened the door, ducking her head under the door frame she walked into Nyght's room. This was the only room in the entire house where Nyght ever slept. All of the bed frames were spelled for sleep and restfulness, but here, within this room, were powerful enchantments. Nyght had placed every single spell of protection, warding, defense, and alarm he could within this room. The reason why was because Nyght was absoloutely terrified of the undead. A former friend of his had been a Necromancer, and played around with the dead. As a joke, he had sent it into his house via his teleport stone, slipped it into his room, and made it jump out at Nyght when he went into his room. The scream of utmost fear and terror he had uttered shocked the servants he had had at the time. Which meant her and two others. When they had run to his room, they had found him unconscious next to a walking undead summoning. It very closely resembled a rotting corpse. She and the gardener at the time, burned the walking corpse. Nyght hadn't awoken for almost three days, then, when he did, he was terrified. He wouldn't leave his room, he wouldn't log out and he constantly stayed near either her or one of the other two that had been there. When he'd finally gotten his senses back, the very first thing he did was drop his necromantic friend. The second was to apply spell upon spell upon spell upon spell within the room he used to sleep.

Looking up, Steven saw Nera sitting next to Nyght, her face tilted towards the mountain view of Belen. She watched the lapine turn her white face to her own dark tanned features.

"Is he awake yet?" Nera slowly shook her head, turning her gaze to Nyght's sleeping face. Steven followed suit, looking upon Nyght's face while he was asleep was one of the rarest things any of the servants were allowed to do. While Nyght was asleep, he was almost defenceless. He was like a vampire, unable to move untill he awoke. The way he evaluates his servants, whether he knew it or not, was who he let watch over him while he slept. The higher the level of trust/respect, the more times he requested that servant. Steven took pride in the fact that he had requested her to watch over him one hundred and seventeen times since that incident, Nera being the second highest with a total of sixty seven. Derra had never watched over Nyght while he slept.

Steven allowed her eyes to roam over Nyght's beauty. Only while he was asleep did his beauty come out. Full lips, soft skin, white teeth, and skin that was a soft cream colour. His hair turned electric blue and shortened considerably. Both Steven and Nera watched in surprise as Nyght turned to his right, revealing an ear with a small violet stud in it. Steven moved closer, a frown upon her face. Bending down at her top waist she reached forth her right hand to touch the violet stone embedded in white gold. It was real. She removed her hand and backed up, standing in place and trying to think when he'd gotten that earring. She turned to the lapine. "Nera, you've been watching over him for the past two weeks, can you tell me when he got that earring?" Nera nodded quickly.

"Yes, I saw it when he came back from visiting his sister's house. There was a tiny bit of blood behind his earlobe, but the next day it was healed." So, Melissa had given him an earstud. Why? Steven pondered the question, worried. Since Nyght was eighteen, she could finally put her plans into action, the only problem was Nera. Steven flicked her gaze to the lapine. Ever since Nyght had bought her from Gixain she knew she'd get in the way, especially when Nyght was kind to her. She saw the reactions, the giddyness the lapine showed. Nyght was starting to fall for her too, Nera had told her last night that Nyght had held her when Derra had been mean. That, and that he had blushed brightly when he saw her naked.

I yawned widely and smiled, snuggling under the covers in my bedroom. It must be winter because the room's nice and cold, making snuggling the best thing to do. For some reason when I moved, it was extremely difficult, like I had been doing exercises non stop for hours and had collapsed from them.

"What are we gonna say to him when he wakes up?" Nera..? I concentrated on the voice, it couldn't be Nera, I was at home, wasn't I?

"Well, the Nymph said to tell him the truth, or as much as we know about the truth. She said he'd be really tired now that he was fully incorporated within Nascera. We need to be really careful with him, he's got the tactile strength of a newborn child." Thinking about it, I tried moving my left arm. It took a deal of effort, but I slowly moved it a few inches. There was silence before Nera responded to what Steven had said.

"So, right now, if we were to do something to him, he wouldn't have the strength to stop us?" Something about the phrasing of that triggered my mind's mental process'. There was some type of implied inflection, as if she was thinking about something very specific.

"Well, I suppose, but we're not going to be doing anything to him, are we Nera?" Steven. Steven and Nera? I moved my right hand up through the sheets and let it dangle over the side of the bed. Something warm and fuzzy soft grabbed my hand and squeezed gently. The squeezing stopped suddenly and I felt eyes upon me.

"I think he's awake." Nera's soft voice.

"I think so too. Nyght, are you awake?" I pondered that. Was I awake? Yes and no. Yes in the fact that I could hear and understand, no in the fact that I wasn't completely conscious. So, with eyes closed, I shook my head. I got a whispering chuckle from Steven. "He's awake." Nera's hand squeezed mine lightly again. It had to be Nera's hand because Steven had strong thick hands.

"Nera, come to bed with me." Those in the room stopped breathing. Nera's hand in mine shook slightly. Maybe I said something wrong? "You dun have ta if you dun wanna." A second's hesitation, then the covers were drawn back and a slim furred body slid next to mine. I hugged her close, just grateful of the warmth, allowing a contented smile to cross my lips. Who woulda thought snuggling a bunny would be so nice? I felt a hand against my leg, rubbing gently up and down. I kept the smile and tried to bury my face into her softly furred neck. She had a faint herbal scent, like sage or rosemary. It wasn't a bad scent, but it wasn't the best either. In fact, it kinda made her smell edible. Now if I was in my right mind, I probably wouldn't have done it, but I wasn't, and I did. I gently bit into Nera's neck with my lips and just the barest hint of teeth. I felt her stiffen against me as I ran my tongue against her fur, feeling the individual hairs of her white neck. A second lick, and I tasted the dusty sweat that she had. A little more and I would be able to taste her blood. That sweet, young blood. That thought alone made me stop. I fought myself and finally released her, ever so carefully as I was afraid that if either I or she moved too suddenly, I wouldn't be able to hold back anymore. That dark hunger that I'd had since birth, the need to drink blood, to taste it hot and fresh.

"Master..?" Nera's voice, fragile, shaky. There were only four times I'd ever heard her use that voice, and not a single one of them had been good. I called upon my magic, and it came to me. Before it had been; focus will, imagine the effect, will the effect into occurance. Now it was just there, I didn't need to focus upon my energies in order to bring my magic forth. It was simply a tide of energy that rested within me, but this tide was the size of a planet created out of nothing but dark energy. My mana reserves were so huge, it had it's own gravitational force. The fact that I knew about my magic in it's raw and unfettered form should have said something, but it had taken my asking Nera to my bed for me to realise something was terribly wrong.

I opened my eyes to a world I both knew, and did not. For the first time in my life, I felt the world I inhabited. I could feel the soft, cooling magic within the charms of my room that chilled the air. I felt the tentative magics of my warding symbols, the ones that protected and offered death to the uninvited. I sat up, using my magic to ease the hurts of my body, strengthening weak, under used muscles. I looked at Nera half crouching, half standing with her left hand upon a seat by my window. I could feel her. Not in the way one uses touch, but I felt her with my mind and the magic it held. I felt the emotions of her heart, a fluttering thing that revolved around me and my appreciation of her. I turned my gaze to Steven, and felt her back up under it's weight. I explored her like I explored Nera. I knew what Steven was, and was not. My eyes passed over enormous breasts that held no interest to me. My gaze stopped at her forelegs, for just behind and a little below, I could feel the presence of male genes. I raised my eyes back to hers and knew that she wasn't female, at least not entirely.

"Something is horribly wrong with me." Steven nodded once, afraid to do more. "There are pieces of my personality that have been removed. I used to be extremely embarrased when I saw either of you without clothes, now I'm not. You don't even appeal to me anymore." Nera gave a sniffle, and I turned my gaze to her. Ruby eyes blinked at me as a tear drop fell from her right eye. "You find me extremely attractive. Why?" She gave a soft gasp, like I had asked a rude question. I wanted to know, I wasn't attractive at all, was I? With that one thought, the spell was broken. My personality reformed in an instant. It was so quick it left me gasping for breath.

I wheezed upon the bed, the overly strong magic I had been playing with leaving my body to join the pool it had come from. I half fainted, barely able to keep myself upright as I remade myself. My life went past my eyes, my life in the game, my life at home with Melissa, the constant struggle to live with parents that didn't care about you. Sorrow, joy, hate, love. Emotions past and present flowed through me. I felt tears form from the pain, but I couldn't voice my hurt. I looked up to Nera and Steven. Something within my expression must have told them something, for both of them hugged me. Nera moved me closer to the end of the bed so Steven could get a propper hugg, then she hugged me from the opposite side.

"How could I do that to you? How could I bite you? I'm sorry Nera, I'm so very, very sorry." The first of what would be many tears to come, dropped as I weeped openly. I had just about bitten into Nera's perfect white neck. I had almost summoned blood magic after swearing never to touch it again. I had also let out my dark side. I was frightened now. The wards and shields I had placed around my dark power were non existant. That could only mean that my power was no longer segregated, and I had full access to it, and it to me. Steven's long muzzle blew her breath accross the top of my head.

"Master Nyght, we were so afraid that you wouldn't survive. Did you know that you've been mostly unconscious for the last twenty-four hours?" I shook my head, sniffling. "Well, we had an hour's warning that you would be incorporated into the game fully before you logged out. I was intending to tell you that when you next logged in, we'd have to be prepared or else we'd lose you to the cyber demons." Something about that made me laugh. I'd almost destroyed the world and there were cyber demons after me. It was funny. I gave a choked laugh and let her continue. "We used the bath filled with Isis lilly flowers to ground you in this reality. None of us wanted to see you die Nyght, we love you too much. Out of everyone that's ever played this game, you're the only one that sees us for what we really are, people. You try your best to please us. Sure you get it wrong sometimes, but unlike others who throw a fit if we deny them, you accept it." She hugged me tighter, away from Nera and pressed my head under her large fuzzy breasts. "Nyght, we love you so much and that's why we grounded you. We're positive that you wont hate us for keeping you alive, but we can't be entirely sure about that either." She snuffled at my hair, as though her own eyes were tearing up like Nera's and my own had. Finally I'd just had enough. I was emotionally drained, and I was moving my body more than it should after 'birth'. I collapsed in their loving embrace, completely drained of all power. I didn't feel them lay me back upon the bed, nor their seperate kisses to my forehead. I didn't even hear them leave the room to tell the others that I was alive, and will be awake tomorrow morning. I fell into the darkness that was my cursed gift, dreaming of blood and the screams of virgins being speared.

My eyes roamed accross the destruction my armies had wrought. The demon armies had held up well. Planet after planet, one dimension after the other. We won. There was not a single thing that could stop me, not one single person. I was alone in my gifts of darkness. Others had come against me, saying they weilded the darkness of the shadowed realm as well. Each died in turn. None other had my blood, nor the reserves of magic needed to sustain a wormhole planetside as millions of dark tortured souls marched through it. One of my generals rode up to me upon a skeletal horse I had summoned for him.

"Master of night, lord of the darkest sleep, your armies await your command. Every soul upon this planet has been ripped from the shells they inhabitted, and bottled for your later sampling and enjoyment. One of our master catchers caught you a virgin girl. She will be waiting in your command tent for your murderous pleasure." The ruby red glow that signified my demon general's eyes lit with a darker mirth than the one that had come with it. His black armour had my crest sketched upon it, a single skull dripping with the blood of millions. I grinned in delight. I ran the images of what I would do to her young untouched body through my mind, and felt something shiver in revulsion. I turned swiftly, readying a blast of dark energy for the thing that was still alive upon this wasteland of a planet. What I saw was nothing but the dark blasted hills of this once fruitful land. I ran a memmory through my mind, one in which I had ripped the young girl's body apart as I rammed my thick spear into her. Again the revulsion, this time with confusion. I twisted around looking into the surprised eyes of my general. I threw the energy at him and watched him howl in agony as his shredded form was hurled back to the demonic plain. Sorrow, I felt it like a sea, but I could swim in this sea for I had caused much sorrow, enough for any mere mortal to drown in. I turned slowly before finally realising that it came from within me. I knew for a fact that I didn't harbour anything so nice as sorrow for something that I could summon again anytime I wanted. Therefore someone else was present within me. I grinned again and those nearby left as they felt my malicious mirth. There was someone nearby with my gift for darkness. He was young, untouched by his darker self. Yet if he was this strong without aid from his darker side, he just might rival me in strength if he were to fully embrace the darkness.

I turned upon the spot, trying to get a feel for his location relative to the centre of this galaxy's star system. I felt him twist within me, putting up wards and shields that I couldn't understand. I touched one and darkness sucked at me like the vaccuum of the deepest, coldest part of space. I actually felt a touch of fear before I slammed it with my full strength. The ward broke it's hold on me, and the dreamer who dwelt upon me also left. I shook slightly, seated upon my demon warhorse, I let my fear rise through me, touching, tasting, before I squashed it under my dark rage. I would find him. I would crush him. I would capture him and turn him into my demonic powerstone. With him so changed and his abilities so simmilar, I would be God.

I woke up screaming. The only thing I could remember about the dream was that something had tried to kill me. I gasped within my room, breath coming out in small pockets of heated air that fogged immediately. My entire body shook with fear as with heart racing I tried to calm myself down. To remind myself that I was safe, or as safe as I could possibly be when trapped inside of a game. A soft hand touched me from the darkness and my immediate thought was to defend myself. I pulled my magic up and around me in a physical shield, I was setting in motion the spell that would end any life that touched it when she spoke aloud.

"Master Nyght, it's me, Derra." The hand pulled back and I cancelled the build up of energy, but I kept the physical shield in place. I blinked at the dark form within the darkness of my room. It was the confusion that made me stop and think the current situation through. I didn't remember putting Derra on sleep duty. The last thing I remembered Derra doing was getting shitty with me for being covered in Chikiri slime. I took a breath and dropped the shield I had around me.

"Why are you in my room Derra? I had the distinct impression that you despised me." Derra was apparently sitting upon the chair that Nera had previously been sitting upon. I saw that the room wasn't really as dark as I first thought it was. The moon was above Belan and it's light shone through the window, barely. I could just make out Derra's black form within the light from the window. For a vulpine, she looked awfully like a wolf.

"It would be alot easier if I simply despised you." I shifted my gaze untill I caught her eyes.

"What do you mean Derra? Ever since I stole you from Gixain, you've been fighting me at every turn. When I try to do something nice for you, like buy you a special dinner, you throw it at me. I've offered time and a gain to release you of your vows of servitude, but you still stick with me. I don't understand it." I frowned at her. Damn it, I'd just woken up from a nightmare, and my immediate thought is to please a servant. Pitiful aren't I?

"You remember the room you took me from, don't you?" I nodded. It had been a room encompassing a massive bed with silk curtains, pillows, sheets. Hells, everything was encased in silk, except for the wall she had been chained to. That thick loop of steel around her neck with link after heavy link leading from the ring around her neck, to the ring jutting out from a bare stone wall near the bed. "Did you also know that mas- Gixain was three years older than you?" I shook my head. I knew he was older than me, but not by three years. "You just turned eighteen two days ago. Can you possibly think of what Gixain did to me in those three years since he turned eighteen?"

No. I looked her in the eyes, hoping I was wrong. Nobody could be that cruel, that disgusting, that .. Perverted. She nodded her head at me. "Yes, I was his sex slave. It wasn't by choice. I was sold into his service by my family who had run afoul of him in a merchanting expedition. We had accidentally bought a sheaf of gold that he'd had his eyes on. Rather then give it to him, they sold me into his services. My family left with the gold sheaf they had needed to repair their lord's door, while Gixain got me to do with as he wished. You have no idea how many times he raped me against my will. How many times I fought ineffectually against him. How often I longed for someone to just kill me. When you bought Nera from him, I have to admit I was a little happy, but I was angry too. You bought her, so why not me? If it hadn't been for the fact that you stormed Gixain's palace in order to finally do away with him, I might never have known a life outside of the bedroom. As it is I've been trying to avoid sex, but having a steady diet for three years and suddenly having it cut off is not easy. Did you know that Steven and Nera both have designs upon your body?"

I blinked. The change from confession to mention of secret was a little too much. Designs, I guess she meant sexually. I shook my head softly. "I knew Nera really really liked me ... when I first woke up. I didn't know about Steven though."

"Well they both want to screw you senseless. Nera wants you in a loving, caring way, and Steven wants you to do certain things that aren't possible given your size. Me, I just want to put you in chains so I can rape you like Gixain raped me." It took me a moment to understand, but when I did, I had a shield errected with alarms waiting before my next heartbeat. She looked me in the eyes, and I felt a weight to her gaze that had never been there before. She had almost the same look that Melissa had when I sometimes stepped out of the shower without knowing she was there. I saw the muscle movement and leaped down the bed a moment before she leaped for me. I set my alarms off as I tried to stay away from her. The wards in my room activated and froze her in place. I breathed haltingly. She wasn't frozen in any visible way, she had just stopped between one movement and another.

"Just hang on a sec. Weren't you saying earlier that you'd kill yourself before letting another human touch you that way?"

"I said I'd never let another human fuck me ever again, but then I'd be fucking you, wouldn't I, Master?"

She had a point.. Even so, I'm a virgin. Aint no way I'm giving up my virginity to a damn computer program. Nera opened my door, Steven poking her head over the top of Nera's head.

"Nyght, what's wrong?" Both of them looked at Derra held in place by the wards of my room.

"He wont let me fuck him." I blinked at Derra. Nera and Steven blinked at Derra as well. Nera's expression changed from shock and hurt, to enraged. I backed the hell away from her. I have never in my life seen Nera pissed. If it takes Derra trying to screw me to get her pissed, her wrath wont be pretty.

"You Bitch!" Nera's small white hand flew from her side and made contact with Derra's right cheek.

"Steven..?" I made it a question as I carefully sidled closer to her. She opened her arms to me and I ducked under her chest to watch Nera beat up on Derra. Steven held me in her grasp, her heavy arms a nice weight that kept me stable as Nera swore at Derra as she slapped her again and again.

"You Bitch." Slap. "How could you?" Slap. "You knew I liked him." Slap. "Whore." Slap. "Whoremongering bitch." Slap. "Fuck someone else before I kill you, you bitch of unknown birth." Slap, slap, slap.

I backed into Steven. I think I was doing my best to make myself unnoticeable when my wards failed and let Derra go. The shit really hit the fan then. Derra came after me, Nera was doing her best to try and beat the living crap outta Derra. Steven's hand gripped my lower region as she started backing out of my room. I think it kinda hit me then that for some unknown reason, every female in my house wanted me. I'd had enough.

"Stop!" Everybody stopped moving. I activated the freezing wards again, labeling everyone as a hostile. Steven, Nera, and Derra froze where they were. "Answer me this, honestly and truthfully. If you lie, I will throw you outside of this house and label you as the most hostile enemy I have." Everybody swallowed. "Now. Truthfully. Do you all love me?" Looks were exchanged between the three females before they nodded. "Great.. Do all of you love me, or want me in a sexual way?" The looks passed between them and they actually thought before giving their answers. Each of them nodded in turn. "Well fuck." I opened a dimensional hole and stuck my arm through it. From it I pulled three rings and an armband. I closed the hole and put the jewellery on the bed. I looked up to the white lapine morph. "Nera, what's your favourite colour?"

She looked at me oddly, almost fearfully before responding. "It's ice blue. Like the glaciers when a chunk of ice gets broken off." I nodded. I touched one of the jewelled rings and turned it Ice blue, adding a freezing, attatchment, and destabalising magic to it.

"Derra, what's your favourite colour?" She also looked at me like I was nuts, but she responded quicker than Nera.

"Mine's the colour of the burrow, the deep brown soil." I nodded, touching another ring and changing it's colour to the recently unearthed colour soil gave up. I added the same spells and enchantments to it that I had added to Nera's ring. I turned to Steven and she answered without my even having to ask.

"I like the pure gold colour. Like when it's just melted." I nodded and turned back to the last ring. I touched it and the jewel shone with a soft golden light. I moved to the armband. I picked it up carefully and examined it. My heart was racing with what I was intending to do, but if it stopped all this shit from happening again, I was willing to make the sacrifice. I put a sifter magic into the armband, then attatched it to my right arm. It took a moment, but then the magic activated and lanced through me. I gritted my teeth and waited for it to finish. It took awhile, but finally the magic went back into the armband, taking with it all of my dark magic. Untill the thing was removed from my arm, I was going to be completely defenceless. I would not be able to use any type of magic what-so-ever. I breathed again and wiped the sweat from my forehead. Oh shit. I winced as I realised just exactly what I'd done. If I didn't get to my potions before one of them grabbed me, I wouldn't be able to perform as well as they'd like in order for them to leave me alone. I tugged gently at the black and white armband, but I already knew it was useless. Untill one of them screwed me, it wasn't coming off. Fuck.

I looked around at the beast people that I had grown to love, however long or short our time together had been. I moved carefully to the rings and picked them all up. I put the golden one inside Steven's hand, the soil brown one in Derra's hand, and the Ice blue one in Nera's white hand. I moved back to the bed slowly, completely aware of the fact that my body still hadn't recovered from whatever they had done to it two days ago.

"Right. Listen up you three. The rings you now hold are going to be used in a little game. The aim of the game is to keep me for more than ten minutes and then screw me as much as you want." I got several hot looks from all three of them that made me blush. "Because of the armband I'm wearing, my magic will be completely and totally sealed for this event. I've set a timer for the wards to fail ten minutes after I leave this room. Therefore I'll have a ten minute head start on all of you. When you can, put on the rings I just gave you. Their magic will allow you to 'capture' me, or 'steal' me from one of the other girls. The first girl to lay hands on me will have to keep me from the others for ten minutes before she will be allowed to screw me. If one of the other girls catch her with me before the ten minutes are up, they will be frozen in place for a minute as they 'steal' me away. The ten minutes will restart for the new girl. Now I'll throw in the reward for this game." They blinked at me, somewhat confused.

I stared at them before blushing and having to stare at the floor. It felt like I was marketing myself off to a bunch of horny women. "The winner will get my virginity, and be able to have sex with me day or night as they please. The winner will essentially be my girlfriend whether I eventually find a way to leave this game or not." I took a shuddering breath. Fuck, how could I go through with this? I fought Melissa tooth and nail to keep my virginity from her, and now I was just offering it up to computer programs? I sat down, wrapping my arms around my legs. I tried not to cry. It was so stupid, what was a male's virginity anyway? For a girl it hurt the first time they had sex, but for a male it was usually an achievement. I couldn't help the fact that I wanted to give my virginity to the woman I loved. "Nera, I'm sorry but I just don't think you have what it takes. I reckon Derra will be the one to win, and if she wins I can guarantee I wont be happy for a long, long while." I stood, and ran out my bedroom door.

I ran down my corridor and finally had to stop and think about where I was heading. I tried bringing up my house map, but it just wasn't there. For a moment, the barest and most minute of moments, I felt something inside me respond to my call, but it wasn't dark in nature. It was there, then gone. I tried to call it again but it wouldn't come. Shit. I drew upon my memmory of my house's structure. From what I recalled, my room was on the fourth floor, and my potions room was on the fifth. I jogged further down the corridor untill I hit the set of stairs that allowed me to go up a floor. I went up and turned right. I faced a wall. I blinked at it stupidly. There shouldn't be a wall here. I knew I had wards set up against people that weren't strong enough to be on the fifth floor, but surely that didn't apply to me, the creator of this house? I touched the wall and it gave softly, a warning that I shouldn't proceed further. Apparently with my magic sealed away, it did. I pushed through the wall and it felt like I was swimming through taffy. When I finally got through I had to stop and breathe for a moment. I'd probably used up five minutes then and there just getting through the wall. I turned right and faced another wall. Far east.. I pushed through it and turned left at the end of the small corridor. I pushed through another wall, turned right and went up to the door of my potions room. I placed my hand upon the copper plate in the middle of the dark oak wood door.

"I swear to do no harm." The door popped open and gently slid to my left. I ducked inside and searched my bottled collection behind their own individual stasis fields. I moved around the cases untill I found the oxen capped vials. I used the chinese Zodiac to mark my vials in strength and purpose. My Oxen and Dragon vials were the ones I used for healing, or to increase certain aspects of the body. I moved my gaze down the rack untill I found the tripple marked oxen vial I was looking for. R.D.S.G. was printed around the cap. The top was marked with an ox, and there were two oxen below my R.D.S.G label. The rdsg stood for the ingredients I used for the potion. This little mix would increase my bodily strength to one hundred and ten percent for the next few days, the side effect would be complete unconsciousness for twenty-four hours on the fourth day unless I took another dose. I closed my eyes and raised my thumb to my lips. I quickly used my teeth to pierce the skin upon my thumbpad, bringing blood to the surface. Normally I used a small needle to pierce the skin, but I didn't have time to go searching for it. I placed my thumbpad to the lid of the vial and felt the small decompression that signified that the vial was now ready for use. I ripped the top from it and drank the white liquid inside the crystal vial.

By the time I'd put the vial upon the floor, I was refreshed. I cracked my neck and went searching through the vials again. I got to my dragon section and pulled out a dragon, ox, horse vial. I pulled it out and held it up to the light when a hand grabbed me. A stasis field went up around me as two large four fingered hands wrapped around my frame. Judging by the size it was Steven that had a hold of me. I was proven correct when Steven's nose brushed past my neck and she kissed me. I blinked up at her neck as her breath came out of her nostrils located below my chin. I tried to move to hide my problem, but the stasis field held me. So there I was staring into Steven's neck as my erection grew due to the expertise she showed in being able to kiss me upside down. She dropped the kiss and leaned upwards so she could look into my semi glazed eyes.

"Hello Nyght, I guess I found you first." She smiled at me, and I couldn't help smiling back, I was that giddy from the kiss. I kept as firm a grip as I could upon the vial in my left hand. She hefted me easily up into her arms, curling them around me. She backed out and headed down the corridor I had just come through. "I knew you'd come here, if you're anything you're fair. You took something in order to be strong again, am I right?"

I couldn't nod my head, so I just said, "Uh huh."

She smiled and adjusted where my head rested, so now my ear was pressed against the top of her left breast. My ear rubbed through her fur and I both felt and heard her accelerated heart beats. I think I lost track of time listening to her heart beats, because suddenly we were in the garden. Steven jumped over a hedge with me in her arms and landed with a rapid stampling of hooves. Something dark launched itself from the trees to my immediate left and tackled us. The stasis field around me dropped and transferred to Steven. She had the reaction speed to move her right arm to her side to try to stop her fall before the field took full effect. Black paws snaked around my middle and hefted me up. Another stasis field locked me in place as Derra took off at a run.

Derra easily held me under her arm as she ran for the entrance to the house. She held me like someone would hold a mannequin while running. I was stuck facing away from her and watching the world swing crazily as she ran with her arm wrapped around my waist. She went through some corridors then down three flights of stairs before making a left and opening the first door she found. I recognised the guest room I'd let a small family of rabbits use while they recuperated from almost being killed and or enslaved by Gixain. Derra laid me on the guest bed carefully, much more carefully than I ever expected her to treat me. For a moment I thought she was just going to recover after her short dash, but no. Her glittering eyes met mine as her face came in close. I smelt something that caused my hormones to jump before her nose connected with mine and her tongue invaded my mouth. My first thought was that she was being gentle, my second thought was that she was good, my third thought was that this was very, very nice.

The door to the room went click. I had a moment to think through the pleasant fuzzyness that doors didn't go click when they were closed, before Derra's wonderfully talented tongue was removed from my mouth. Forcefully. I blinked dazedly at white fuzz. A hand wrapped around my arm and I was suddenly running out the room. I had a moment to think that I shouldn't be running in a stasis field before I was ushered into another dark room. Finger pads touched my cheeks and then she came in for a kiss. I felt her hairlip pressing against my top lip and I couldn't help it. I licked the small cleft a moment before she tried to french me. So in effect we tongue kissed without intending to. I had yet another moment to think that of anyone I'd prefer to fall in love with, Nera was deffinately it. My mind got fuzzed over with lust. I pushed against the stasis field and suddenly found out I could negate it. I broke it down and pushed into Nera. I brought my hands up to her sides and rubbed gently as our tongues fought. We moved to the bed where I sat down, face still plastered to Nera's lips. Nera's right hand left my face and grasped my rigid shaft. I had a brief moment to wonder what was going on before the head of my shaft touched something dripping wet. My head cleared instantly in fear, before being flooded with lust as she sat down upon my lap. I broke our kiss, gasping as Nera squeezed my shaft. I couldn't really think straight. All I could concentrate fully upon was that there was something hot, wet and tight around my dick and it felt Oooh so good.

Nera lifted herself up and sat back down, bringing a cry to both our lips. Some type of liquid ran down my leg and I thought maybe she was urinating on me, but what I smelled wasn't urine. I couldn't control it. I twisted and lay Nera upon the bed and pulled myself out of her. She gave a chirping cry at the loss, then almost purred when I filled her again. I could have purred myself. It was a little tougher to pull out than it was to push in, I guess that was because she was just that ... tight. I was really starting to get into the rythym, was close to reaching a climax and claiming Nera as my mate or girlfriend, when the door popped open and a large hand pulled me away from Nera. That thing within me that I couldn't touch before, surged through my body. The hand holding me dropped as if burnt, and I made my way back to Nera. A small movement, and I thrust back into her depths. We both enjoyed the sensations untill I lost my footing and I slipped down to one knee. I wasn't hurt, but coming out of her tight oriface, I think I scraped something with the head, cause she gave a gasp that said I'd done something right.

"Nyght, please, can't we share you?" I blinked and looked over to the doorway where Steven was standing with Derra. They had such expressive eyes. Nera rolled up the bed and wrapped her arms around me, her hands crossing at the wrists. A gentle tug, and I was resting between her knees, an intoxicating scent coming off of her.

"Nyght, I love you, please be mine." Nera whispered that into my right ear before kissing it's tip and moving down my neck. I felt wetness and realised thet not only was she kissing her way down my neck, she was licking her way down as well. I blinked up at Steven and Derra. Both of them looked hurt by the fact that Nera had lain claim to me. I held my left hand up to Derra, my right hand to Steven. The two of them rushed forwards from the door and grabbed the hands offered, leaning down to kiss me as well. Derra succeeded where Steven failed, but only because Steven was so tall that leaning down to my level would mean she was made out of rubber.

"We need to get to the special room." I fought against the rising tide of lust within me. I wanted to do them all. I wanted to do each of my girls at once, in turns, and to watch them at least play with each other. "The room I made two days after Derra arrived, the one with the massive bed. We need to get there or there wont be enough room." Three pairs of eyes blinked at me as I struggled to get up and move them there. I suddenly found myself on eye level with a breast. I didn't even pause to think, I leaned forwards and sucked the nipple. I sucked gently like a child, then bit carefully and thrummed it with the tip of my tongue. Someone above me gasped, and strong hands removed me from the nipple. I struggled to get closer to the nipple and continue, a word from the person whose nipple I was sucking, and the hands let me go. My left hand raised of it's own accord, rubbing, cupping, and gently teasing the other nipple as I sucked more wantonly upon the one in my mouth. Powerful four fingered hands grasped me around my waist. I struggled to get out of their grasp, but they raised me up past the nipple. I blinked at a long brown muzle with large nostrils that blew scented air accross my face. I stared at the lips and nostrils of someone I knew, unable to focus beyond that.

"Shit, He's really gone off the deep end. Help me hold him up. I don't know how I'm going to carry him that far without dissolving into a puddle of euphoria." I watched the lips move, feeling the meaning behind the words. Love, lust, uncertainty. It was there in the voice, but I couldn't understand the words themselves, even though I knew I should.

"What's euphoria mean?"

"It means overwhelming happiness and or pleasure. Haven't you been in Nyght's library?"

"No, that's his library, I only go in there to occasionally dust and clean up."

"You're going to have to go in there and read a few of his books. Especially his own personal works, like the maiden in red." Those words rang a bell. Maiden in red? Wasn't that one of my private stories? That had been a spur of the moment writing. A guy had fallen in love with his mare, who bore him from battle to battle without complaint. Finally, he asked her a question. 'why do you carry me into and out of death so loyally, and never ask me to free you?' her answer was that she loved him.

"I'd rather not. Derra, help me hold up Master Nyght and we'll try and get to that room before we all turn into a dripping mess." Soft hands and hard hands held me up. Steven got a better grip on me and the lot of us started walking out the door. Although I was carried. Don't think my feet touched the ground even once. I swas swimming in that soft pink haze, feeling with my body instead of my mind, rubbing here, touching there. I got quick gasps or softened moans for my efforts, so who ever I played with deffinately enjoyed themselves .. I think.

"Damn it, where's that room? I'm ready to cream myself and him Now."

"Hold on, it's around this corner. It's the door with the black sickle shaped moons. Their backs are touching and are the handles for the double doors. See! There it is." I blinked up at the corridor. There, directly ahead of us, were the double doors to that special room that I had made, based off of the room I found Derra in.

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I stopped fighting my growing lust and let it sweep through me, allowing it to do what it would. I massaged a breast while gently suckling at the other. Steven gasped above me, her body giving a shake before I heard liquid splash accross the glazed wooden floor of the hallway.

"You didn't..." Derra's disbelieving voice, full of disgust and awe.

"She did. Wow.." Nera's more surprised and envious voice.

Steven's legs shook underneath me while her grip tightened before suddenly releasing me. I fell to my feet, swaying backwards and forwards before I righted myself. The intangible white thing from earlier rose within me. I used the fluttering energy to nudge open the doors to that room. The doors swung open, completely silent. The light spells within the room slowly grew in brilliance. While I wasn't exactly myself right now, I still marvelled at my creative genious for the design of this one room. The bed, which was the main feature of the room, was more than three times larger than an average king size bed. It's dark satin sheets gently caught and reflected the light that was increasing from the room. The gauze-like Skin silk, a creature that was something between a silk spider and a silk worm, that was wrapped curtain like around the bed was a marvelous violet colour. I was told, when I found the queen that made the worms, that violet was the rarest and hardest silk to create.

"Oh .... My ...... Goddess!" Nera almost squealed in delight at the gentle colours and sheer magnificence of the fabrics within the room. Derra was simply struck dumb, staring at a much more vanilla copy of Gixain's room of whoring. The soft yellow walls looked like vanilla custard, but had a soft herbal scent that calmed and aroused at the same time. The room was seperated into six pieces. The octagonal bed with it's rounded corners sat underneath the smallest yet greatest piece of spellwork I had ever created. It sat within the very center of the room, the most noticeable piece in the room. The room itself was made like a pentagon, the door to enter it taking up a small part of the 'base' wall.

The front left wall, looking at it from the door, could be phased through into another pentagonal room, but this one was filled with the softest, most luxourious of fabrics. The room to the right, behind the front right wall, was more sinister and darker than the current room. The fabrics were mostly for looks, but anyone desiring a more ... darker form of sexual entertainment could use that room. There were steel hoops embedded within the walls that could hold up to eight people, and the bed was more a show room floor than anything else.

The room behind the wall to my immediate left held something of a more .. aquatic nature. Apart from the first onset of panic that happens when someone first walks into the room, they should quickly adjust to the strange environment. The room was filled to the brim with a light azure liquid that had a consistency slightly below that of normal water. The walls in the room absorbed any bubbles of air that formed from people breathing out, then re-oxygenated the liquid within. The liquid could be breathed like air, but allowed one to swim and move at almost normal speed. The gravity was turned down just enough to allow floating within the liquid.

The room behind the wall to my immediate right was a room I was embarrassed to show anyone else. Even thinking of it now in my befuddled state is causing the blood to rush to my cheeks and turn them red. When I had created the room, the liquid semi-sentient entities inside would 'slide' themselves into you, converting your body into a semi-elastic form while ingesting any wastes. When I had first come accross them, the game had immediately warned me that they were R18+ creatures, and their full affects would be locked untill I'd turned eighteen. So I only experienced the pleasure effect of having my naked body coated with them.

"I knew he was keeping this room a secret for some reason, but I honestly expected more from him." Nera looked up at Derra, her eyes starting to lose their lust cloud.

"Could Gixain have done this?" Derra paused, giving the question thought before shrugging.

"I don't really know, he hired people to follow his designs, he never did anything himself."

Steven's hand and arm snaked back around my shoulder and chest. I raised my hand up her arm and hugged her shoulder with my right hand. I couldn't help the feeling of absoloute happines that was welling up within me. Not even Gixain's name could shake the mood.

"There are other rooms ya know..." Steven stiffened at my back while Nera and Derra turned to look at me.

"Other rooms..?" I nodded, smiling.

"But you're not going to get to know about them untill after we have fun in this one!" I pushed the doors shut with my new power. They slid shut with barely a sound. I walked to the bad, gently tugging Steven after me. Nera and Derra followed behind us. I parted the gossamer silk curtain and gave one warning. "Untill you're on the bed, Don't look up." They nodded in turn, but I was already leading Steven up onto the bed. I stopped when she stopped, tugging backwards on my hand and arm.

I turned around and saw her with all four hooves firmly planted upon the floor, a pained look upon her face. "I ... I can't, I'll destroy the bed." I frowned in irritation, and gestured at Steven. I did it automatically, I should have thought about it first, but I didn't. Using my new power, I forced her body to alter it's current form. It was alot more gentle than it would have been had I been using my dark power. Her body quickly altered from a quadruped to a biped, her spine and internal organs altering to match her new form. I held her up as she fell forwards unexpectedly, surprise and shock written all over her face.

Nera and Derra raced towards Steven, they hugged her immediately and turned angry faces towards me.

"NYGHT!" Nera was livid, Derra looked positively vicious.

"It's okay ... I'm okay... I think.." Nera and Derra turned to face Steven, concern plastered accross their muzzles. Steven though, held shock and awe upon her face. She gently flexed her legs and arms, her muscles tensing and working normally.. for a biped.

"This is... This is beyond comparison." I moved towards Steven and helped her up onto the bed, overjoyed that she wasn't upset with what I had done. She looked herself over, seeing what had and hadn't been changed. Her hooves, now two, were more supple and flexible than they had ever before been. Her tail was much the same, her fur was unchanged, she had simply lost three quarters of her entire body.

"Is it.. Do you think you might be able to do the same transformation to them, that you took from me?" I looked at her, puzzled. "I mean, can you make them quadrupeds as well as bipeds? Could you possibly make a charm or spell that would allow us to change to any of these forms at will?"

I thought about that. Now was probably not the best time to be thinking about complex form magic, but that intangible white thing within me surged upwards, begging to be used to please them. I used it. I sat down upon the bed, and concentrated. I sent a mental call out to my ring vault, and felt three answering jingles. Three rings appeared before me, pure platinum in base metal. They rapidly took on a dark form, a single gilting of white striping around the darkness. I had a thought, a base, impure, lusting thought, and the magic complied before I could even wipe the thought from my mind.

The three rings launched themselves at my girls, all three catching their own rings. As one being, they each placed the rings upon their fingers. Their eyes dimmed as knowledge was immediately gifted to them, then Derra looked at me, a sly, knowing smile upon her lips.

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It has been three months since I have been fully incorporated into the game. I share my life and my love with my three girls, all of whom I love dearly. Our days and nights together are deffinately to be remembered, but I can't help feeling that I'm not a good enough male for them, that they would be better off with a male from their own species. I know for a fact that I don't reach as far as a male of Steven's species could possibly reach within hir, as I know I can't be as rough or as savage as Derra would like me to be. I can be the soft, kind, and loving person that Nera wants me to be, but I will always have my dark side. The side that would pay dearly just to taste of her blood. So this is why I'm here today, walking the streets of the furre cities. I was taking in the sights, when I finally found a male horse taur. He was the first I'd ever seen, and he had me stunned for a moment. Then his friends appeared. A white wolf and a black hare shucked their arms around the larger horse taur, joking along with him.

I crushed the tracer pearl I had in my pocket for this exact occasion, watching the invisible mist trail after, then encompass the trio. I gently leaned my back against a stall, watching them go about their business.

"My, aren't we a cute one?" I blinked, listening while keeping my attention upon the males. I was tempted to turn around, to see who the voice belonged to, as to who they were speaking to. "What? Ya gonna ignore me and stare after those no good tail chasers?" I frowned, following the movements of the males, and trying to keep up with the conversation. An exasperated sound came out from the furre behind me. "Well fine! See if I care if you get beaten up by them just because you fancy their tails." That did it. Who exactly was this person talking to? I turned around, glancing about before looking down at a young skunk, who appeared to be staring right at me. I blinked, then looked around his stall. Nobody else was in sight. I focused upon the skunk again, a questioning frown gracing my face. He waved shyly at me.

"Hiya studdly." My eyebrow arched in surprise. It wasn't intentional, it was just reflex. He'd been talking about me? His golden eye lashes blinked prettily up at me. "Well? Aren't you going to introduce your hunky self to a beautiful little queen such as myself?" He twirled around in a tight circle, the thin golden veil loosely tied about his waist flying open to spin around with him. It also let me know that he had nothing else on his person except the thin veil. His tail floated past intending to floof against my face. I reacted and moved backwards, wary about someone suddenly finding me attractive, and a male at that. I wondered what to do as I stared down at him. Why was he calling himself a queen? And why was he interrested in me? His yellow eyes slid to his left, and my right, fear and disgust registering upon his white striped muzzle before something slammed into the side of my face.

I went sprawling to my left, gravel, dirt, dust, grass, and all manner of shite hitting me as I went sliding accross the busy streets of Geresal. "How DARE You speak to my bitch?!?" Something big and heavy clacked hooves upon the cobbled streets of Geresal. I lay where I was, wheezing slightly as I used my magic to heal my fractured jaw bone and reroot several of my teeth, including three back molars which were almost completely out of their sockets.

"Kyle, I'm not your bitch, stop calling me that!" I felt, more than saw, the big thing turn to face the smaller skunk boy. The same thing that had hit me, backhanded the smaller male, sending him flying through his store and his entire inventory. I touched my magic to my aching head, quelling the headache that was rapidly building. I ran my consciousness through my body, touching up minor injuries that I had received because I had been distracted by the beautiful skunk boy. I heard a shriek, and people asking what was happening.

"Kyle's pissed off again because Liam was talking to another guy." A whispered hiss of resentment for Kyle.

"Who'd he hit? Who's the guy in the streets?"

"I don't know, but none of us can fight a player, you know that. Unless another player interferes on our behalf, the only thing we can do is watch and get out of their way."

"What's that design upon the back of that guy's cloak?"

"It - uhh.. It looks like a paw. A black cat paw with red claws."

"Nyght Fyre..." My name was said with reverance. I blinked at the road, then swivelled my eyes to the right. My hearing picked out the thing that had hit me, along with the pretty skunk boy that was being beaten up by that savage brute. My rage ignited, the darkness roared within me. My eyes changed to the full black I enjoyed showing my enemies. By pure will alone, I pushed myself up from the stones of the city streets, slowly levitating upright. Once I was fully vertical, I moved upon the beast that was beating up a computer program. No. A real live being that had thoughts and dreams of it's own, we were merely visitors within their world. The taurean player was so focused upon beating up the poor skunk boy he didn't even notice me untill I stopped his next strike.

My left hand lashed out into the space between the skunk boy's bloody face and the Minotaur's massive fist. I pulled more of my dark power into myself, feeding my rage into it. My skin changed swiftly to the smooth darkness of my shadowed ability. Had I have been normal, his fist likely would have forced past my hand and connected with the boy's face, doing even more damage to him. As it was, I wasn't normal.

The taurean, Kyle, blinked dumb bull eyes at me. His expression was vacant, but it radiated rage. "You dare stop me beating up my own property? I'll crush you you stupid person!" He strained against my light grip of his massive hand. He moved to throw the boy into the trashed shop floor, I intercepted that movement as well. I ducked under his left arm, twisting it within my grip, grabbed his right forearm, and squeezed. It's not a pleasant sound hearing the bones within someone's forearm pop and snap under extreme pressure. It's even less pleasant to be attatched to the arm that it's happening to. Kyle let out a bellowing cry as I neutralised the functions of his right arm. The skunk boy fell to the ground, passing out as he hit the floor of his shop. I watched Kyle's eyes, and saw the pain register, but not the way it should have. It registered, it hurt, but he wasn't hurt by it as if it was his real, actual body that had been damaged.

This meant that he was a player, from my world. While I had nothing against the creators of the game, I still kind of hated them for forcing me to stay in this world. Focusing upon the planetoid of dark energy within me, I slowly shoved it into the arm I held.

"What..?" He blinked, focusing upon me. "H-hey, le'go." He struggled, trying to pull his broken arm from my grasp. He tried to shift his left hand from my right hand, trying to pull and run away from me. I closed my fingers around his large fist, gripping him tight and preventing his escape. He was an idiot with a powerful body. He wasn't going to have it for much longer. Since becoming one with my darker self, I've realised something. I could do anything I wanted. I pushed more of my dark energy into him, finally getting a hold upon the mind that told what the body did. I watched his eyes widen in fear, seeing inside his mind now that I had a firm grasp upon it. He was frightened by my level of skill. I almost laughed. I'd done the equivalent of breaking the third seal that held my magic at bay, this was nothing compared to what I could do. I drove dark fingers of magic into his mind, a whole universe and dimension away. I implanted a beacon that would show up whenever he was near me in the future, telling me that I had classified him as an enemy. I then proceeded to shield him from what I was about to do.

Setting up barriers along the relays between body and mind, I carefully disected them and split them apart, untill he was just a mind barely attatched to a body. I sent a query along the pathways that linked him to this world, absorbing information about him as I did so. I finally found what I was looking for. His name, characters created, and passwords. I shredded and scrambled everything I could get my meta-physical hands on. I felt him cry out, before his body self immolated, turning into so much char and ash. I felt the system lock him out as an unknown hacker, his mind suffering severe shock by the impossibility that had been wrought upon him. I grinned, releasing the husk that had once been a fully grown taurean warrior.

Now came the hard part. Taking a breath, I closed my eyes and mind. I focused upon myself, and only myself. I stepped outside of my body, and viewed myself, seeing how far the darkness had stretched. I could see faint traces of it in my brain, touching certain areas that controlled emotion. It was also tattooed about my arms and body in long sweeping strains. And all of it, All of it, extended from a tiny pin point at the exact gravitational center of my body. Taking a breath, I pushed it all back in to where it had originated from, forcing it to let go of it's hold upon me. I watched it slowly creep back into the hole that led to my mana pool, giving nudges when it looked like it would stop. Finally, nothing but the small pin prick remained. I let go, and returned to my original body, falling to my knees as the magic I had been using moments ago left me.

"Are ... Are you alright..?" I turned slowly, looking up at the furres that were slowly moving in on me from the ruined shop front. I nodded carefully and stood slowly. I reached a hand into my pocket and brought out some new model magic pearls. The red one with two black arrows on it was the first to become crushed. I focused my will upon the store and all items within it that had been damaged during Kyle's brief stint within this world. The furres yelled and jumped as everything came alive and moved. The reversal spell was linked to non living objects only. To interfere with a living biological object was currently beyond my abilities. The two ferret and lion like furres jumped through the shop front, diving through the hole that was rapidly closing as the store rebuilt itself, following my will completely. I sifted through the pearls in my hand untill I saw the one I was after. It was a black pearl with seven white rings on it, all of them centralised like a bullseye. I put this in the skunk boy's hand and crushed it for him, making sure that he was the only one touching the powerful healing spell. Seven rings of brightness flew out from the middle of the boy's body, roaming about him untill they localised upon his head, heart, left lung, right lung, stomach, liver and groin. Once they'd found their spots, they span in place, seven different runes and colours ranging from black, to red, green, blue and white.

I tapped the one above his head. The white ring flashed and the rune for mind slowly changed from red to white. I glanced over the remaining rings. I tapped the ring above his liver, and the one above his stomach. Both runes showed up as black, which wasn't good in the least. They slowly started to change colours. The damage had to be extensive in order for the rings to heal him this slowly. I shifted my gaze further up his chest. His heart was a deep green, meaning it was under strain but it was still functional. His right lung showed up as blue. A tap, and it switched to white as the healing ring activated. His left lung on the other hand. I watched the rune slowly change from deep red, to a deeper shade of red. I knew from experience that it would eventually turn black, too much longer and the ring would turn black, meaning the organ had died and was now useless, infecting the rest of the body if it wasn't removed. I tapped the rune above his lung, and watched as it stopped turning darker, and slowly turned lighter and lighter shades. I yawned, waiting untill the rings had finished their duties before tapping the one above his heart. Almost as an after thought, I tapped the blue coloured rune above his groin, healing whatever damage had been done. Once all of them glowed white, I tapped out the closing sequence on the runes. Each glowed yellow in turn untill all of them gave off a soft glow, then they sank into the skunk boy's body, waking him.

He stirred, then woke up, yawning and stretching untill he saw me. Surprise showed in his eyes, then fear. He looked about his shop, slightly panic stricken, then frowned as there appeared to be no damage done to his store. Finally, he turned to look at me, hope and fear warring to show themselves upon his furred features.

"Where's Kyle?" I coughed. Well, I was trying not to laugh and I think it sounded like a cough, so I coughed.

"Kyle wont be bothering you, or this world, ever again. I've made sure of that." Relief and shock warred within his facial features. Both emotions were strong enough that they almost masked the other. Relief won out, and he collapsed back to his shop's floor, sighing.

"He's gone, he's finally gone. Wait." He got up and looked me in the eyes. "How do you know he's gone? What's stopping him from logging in again in a different form or name and abusing me all over again?" I gave a partial grin. Mostly it was out of slight irritation. The thought that I'd have yet someone else to look after and care for was not what I'd been after, but if that was what it took, I'd gladly give him my hospitality. I put my hand palm up in front of him, and concentrated. A single ring of white gold appeared, my mark of a black cat's paw with red claws appeared as cut obsidian and four shaped rubies. I couldn't help but smile as the skunk boy's eyes lit up at the small magic feat and the ring of nearly priceless metal I now held in my hand. I grabbed his right hand with my left, and gently manouvered his hand untill it was under mine.

Staring into his eyes I said, "This is yours if you want it, however, this means that you are now officially under my protection. If you accept this ring that is. It will also mean that your enemies become my enemies, your friends, my friends. My honour is yours, yours mine. If you act irresponsibly, that reflects badly upon me. If you purposely attack someone without cause, that reflects badly upon me. Do you understand the risks and benefits of this association?"

Liam nodded slowly. "Yeah. Basically, you have complete and total ownership of me, and can dictate what I can and can't do, just like Kyle." I shook my head at his accusation.

"No, quite the opposite. I'm fully aware of the fact that you are a real, live being. I am also aware of the fact that somehow, someone from my world created a link to this place and shoved it off as a game. Apart from my servant Steven, every person I have rescued from what ever state they needed rescuing from, I have cared for and allowed to do as they wished, so long as they didn't try to harm me or someone else under my protection. I've rescued elementals from imprisonment, and simply asked that they work in my garden. I have a stable full of dangerous creatures that I've managed to capture one way or another, and a female black unicorn who's taken a liking to me for some reason." Liam's eyes widened in surprise as I mentioned my night mare. "I have a few other people that I've picked up one way or another, either programs or actual people from this world. I take care of everyone as well as I can, and would willingly sacrifice myself for them, if the situation called for it. If you want, I can summon one of my servants right now and she can tell you more."

He looked me over, as if he were thinking about how much of what I said had been true. I gave a mental command, and my summons, that which I could summon through time and space, appeared as a flat screen before me. I keyed in Nera's collar and waited for what he was going to say. He was still looking at me strangely.

"Was there something else? I don't mean to be an asshole, or anything like that. If you think I'm being an asshole, or merely doing this for myself, say so now and I'll leave you alone. The ring's merely a way for you to contact me if you need to, and for me to check up on you when you're feeling scared, afraid, or if you suffer injury. The offer to talk to one of my servants is still valid. Would you like to talk to Nera?" A shimmer of recognition passed accross his face before he looked at me coldly.

"You're Gixain. I should have known that a low life like you would-"

"Gods damn it!" Liam jumped, his eyes widening in fear. "It's not you, I'm not angry at you, it's just... It's just I killed him months ago, and yet he's still soiling my reputation. It was a single mistake when I was new to this world. I captured one of his men that had been running away from him, and returned him to his master, who had been Gixain." Liam glared at me from under his golden eyelashes, but he was paying attention, so I continued explaining. "Gixain gave me a few thousand gold coins and a few hundred silver for my troubles, then he asked if I had a coat of arms. I answered yes, then when he asked what it was, I stupidly told him. Ever since that day he's worn my banner, the black cat's paw with it's blood coloured claws. It took me three weeks to find out what a horrible person he was, and another month after that to realise my bad reputation had been caused by him. I spent a total of three years, three whole years, being nice to everyone, regardless of how they acted towards me. It wasn't their fault they had been tricked, it was mine. I had made the first mistake by trusting Gixain. I have since righted the wrong done by getting Nera away from him, and rescuing Derra and the rest of his staff after I killed him."

I glanced up at the skunk boy, forgetting for the moment that he'd even been there. I closed my eyes and flicked the ring up in the air, causing it to vanish and return to the ring vault I'd summoned it from. "I'm sorry that you hate me for something I didn't understand or know about untill recently, but your store is back in it's perfect form, and you are fully healed. Apart from suffering my presence for the duration, I have done you no harm. If you don't mind, I'll let myself out and go after those males I was watching earlier. The only reason I'm in the city right now is to find potential mates for my girls. I know for a fact that I'm not the right male for them, so I'm looking for them. Those three are the closest I've come accross in weeks." I got up from where I was sitting and made for the back of the shop. A minute's searching and I found the door that exited into the city propper. I turned to my right, went right around the building, and looked to my tracer map, saddened by my encounter with the male skunk.

"Hey!" I turned slowly. Liam was trailing after me, a dazed look upon his furred features. His long golden veil trailed about his legs as he quickly walked towards me, a hand in front of his crotch. I waited untill he was directly infront of me. "You said you healed me, right?" I nodded. "Of what exactly?"

I had to think about that, bring back the memmory in order to tell him what I had seen. "I can't tell you exactly what I healed you of, but I can tell you the extent of the damage. You took a severe and savage beating, so I used my seven chakra healing spell. It works by centering upon the major organs of the body, then healing the surrounding tissues. It gives off certain glows, black, red, green, blue, and white. Black is the worst there is, while white means completely healed. The rings center upon the head, heart, left and right lungs, liver, stomach and groin. Your head and or brain was mildly damaged, so it had a red rune. Your stomach and liver had black runes, and had suffered severe trauma. Your heart had a green rune and your groin a blue rune. Your right lung also had a blue rune, but your left lung was rapidly changing from red to black. This meant your left lung was damaged, and further damaging itself the longer it went without healing. I made sure every wound or injury you had was healed before waking you from the healing sleep."

He looked at me in shock, then down at his crotch. He moved the golden veil until his genitals showed, then gently fondled them, his shock turning to awe. That same look stayed upon his face as he moved his gaze up to mine. "Kyle... Kyle had disfigured me. It happened months ago, but I slowly healed. Not fully the way I'd been born, but enough to pass water without screaming in pain and wondering when I'd die. I..." His eyes changed, turning to sorrow. He collapsed and I moved quickly. I gently wrapped my arms around him, touching my magic and giving myself strength. I held him up and felt him grip me, crying upon my shoulder. I gently kissed the top of his head, placing the rune of protection with the contact. He looked up at me shortly after the kiss, and I just gave him a gentle hug.

"Would you like to spend the night at my house? You can have your pick of almost any room to sleep in, even if you choose mine, I'll just sleep somewhere else. I can put a shield of protection around your store so that nothing will be touched, and your own house as well-"

"I don't have a home. I usually sleep in my store." He looked down to his left while he said it, as though it were something one shouldn't say.

"Well then, I'll just put it up around the store and you can have a fine meal with us, both dinner and breakfast, if you'll stay untill morning?" He gave a light nod at that, still not looking up. I gave a partial smile, forgetting for the moment the reason I had come to this city, and reached for my magic. Making sure I had a firm grip upon him, I gently coaxed my magic up around us. It started as a cool feeling at the feet that surged upwards to cover the both of us. I reached accross the distances between us and locked onto the receiving room. I charged the teleportation magic and brought us to my home.

The thrilling surge of weightlessness ended all too quickly, but Liam's arms were still wrapped tight around me. I didn't know how to gently nudge him away from me, then I was wondering if I wanted to. I tapped the top of his head quickly as that thought passed by. His squinted eyes popped open, his slightly fearful gaze focused upon me. I spread an arm outwards, showing him the expansive room we were in. Liam's eyes looked over my teleportation and receiving room with an experienced eye. I now consider myself lucky to have gotten the patterns just right. I loved the japanese, and how they styled their art, but it was extremely hard to reproduce that damn cherry blossom pattern. The pink/white petals and flowers etched into the black and white marble absorbed the gentle blue glow of the sapphires I had specifically mined, cut, and embedded within the marble walls.

Liam looked back up into my eyes. "It's beautiful." He whispered, turning back around to stare at the paper door I had made for the room. "Kyle never had anything as beautiful as this one room. His idea of a home was a dank cave, with nothing but a torch for light." I watched a shudder run up and down his spine, old memmories swimming behind his eyes as he looked at the paper doors, yet didn't see them. I gently touched my magic, and summoned Steven to me. While she was the biggest and most likely strongest of my servants, Steven emitted some type of charm that put even the most flighty of rabbits at ease. An acknowledgement was sent by Steven. I smiled, waiting, possibly even yearning, to see Steven again. I tried to crush the feeling, but it wouldn't stay put. I sighed, letting my regret temper it.

Liam broke out of his memmories and turned to look me over. "What's up?" I gave a half hearted laugh to that simple yet dangerous question.

"I find myself attracted to my servants. I want to be their mate, but I also want to find someone better for each of them. I know each and every one deserve better, I just need to find the right male for each of them."

Liam's eyes took on a soft hue, before he shook his head with a soft smile touching his black and white lips. "You have no idea." I frowned at him, and opened my mouth to ask what he meant, when Steven enterred the room.

"Liam?" I blinked in shock. Liam turned towards Steven, my shock written upon his face as well.

"Stevie?" The young skunk that I picked up from a major furre city, suddenly turned into a livelier version of Nera. Liam took a few quick steps and leaped into Steven's chest, arms wide. Amazingly enough, Steven caught Liam as though she'd done it hundreds of times before. Liam plastered Steven's shocked equine face with fuzzy kisses, covering every bit of fur he could reach. Throughout it all, I stood in stunned silence. I stood and stared in shock at something I absoloutely never saw coming. Steven's eyes flickered to mine, and my heart fluttered again. I frowned, squashing the feeling. Steven saw the frown as it blossomed.

"I ... I guess I should explain, huh?" I looked at her, raising a single eyebrow. She winced, setting Liam down upon the marble floor. "Well, Liam's an old friend that I grew up with in the city. He's the only one that didn't make fun of my gender issues. In fact, he taught me how to enjoy my life, regardless of what others thought about me. He's also the only person who ever let me fuck them up their ass." Liam's jaw dropped, along with mine. I blushed heavily at such personal information, while Liam's face fur fluffed out dramatically.

"STEVIE!" Steven's huge horsey grin said it all. She'd done it just to make him embarrassed. The humongous grin she wore, expanded. Liam's eyes widened along with it, as though he recognised, or remembered something from his past. Steven lunged forwards, wrapped her arms around Liam, and smothered him between her gigantic furred breasts. I had to close my eyes and focus heavily upon mastering my emotions. The wellspring of jealous rage that erupted within me would have demanded I make Liam self immolate immediately. That wouldn't be the best course seeing as I'd just rescued him from something that was possibly worse than death.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone moving behind me. Steven's arms were empty and there was a slim furry hand on my ass. "You're gonna save me from Steven, aren't you?" I gave a pained expression before answering.

"Yeah, sure, anything you want. So long as you're under this roof, no harm will come to you." Warm air brushed past my right ear and the side of my neck.

"You really mean that?" I nodded, my heart racing for some reason. Wetness licked in front of my ear before wrapping around it, Liam's right hand snaking around my stomach in order to gently cup the crotch of my leggings. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?" I nodded, once, looking with desperate, lust filled eyes at Steven. She took the hint and stepped towards us. She grasped a hold of Liam, and raised him up and over my head. Somehow his tail managed to fluff over my head, then wrap around it before Steven pulled him off of me. She took one look at my panting, lusty gaze, and glared accusingly at Liam.

"You musked him." It was as suspicious and threatening as she could make it. Liam gave her fake innocent eyes, then batted them at her.

"Would I do such a thing?"

"Yes." Straight, simple, and to the point. She spared a glance at me, then set Liam down. "Well, you set his hormones off, now you get to deal with him." Steven turned and flashed me her vulva. I was on her in less than a second. I placed two hands upon her large stallion nuts, then licked and nibbled at her tight firm lips. She dropped to her knees so quickly that she pulled my legs underneath her as well. Her clitoris winked, and I bit gently into her ripe little apple. Steven's deep throated, nickering, YES! was shouted down the hall. As she winked harder and faster, her orgasm building quickly within her, I sucked at her clitoris as much as possible. I tried my level best to drink her clit down, sucking and swallowing as quickly as I could in order to do so. The next time she winked, I lunged forwards as far as I could, squeezed her nuts, and trapped her clitoris within my mouth. I then gently bit at her apple, while thrumming my tongue up and down it. She screamed in ecstasy, her feminine cum gushing out and coating my face, while her masculine cum flooded the floor of my teleportation receiving room, and my legs.

I came to my senses so suddenly I was left with a dizzy spell. Using my innate magickal energy, I levitated myself to a standing position before turning to glare at the open mouthed Liam. "_ Never do that again ." I forcefully grabbed a hold of the bath house, and ripped apart the fabrics of space and time. I landed in the water with a massive splash. I let my rage wash out in the bath water and gave Steven time to explain the rules to Liam. The sooner he knew about _that side of me, the better.

Liam turned semi fearful eyes to Steven when Nyght left so suddenly, and after speaking that small phrase of ominous warning. "What did I just do to anger him? Is there anything I can do to make up for it?" Steven crossed her arms over her massive furred breasts and snorted.

"What you're not aware of is the fact that our master is the closest thing this planet has to a god. His power is starting to shift as well. When he first arrived here, Nyght had the power of darkness, and he was well versed in it. However, unlike the other humans that used it, his kind heart won out and he protected himself and those around him by creating gates for his power. He has thirteen in all, and he has released twelve at the darkest depth of sorrow. That was when Lias, the very first dragon kin female he had ever met, was killed by the Druuga."

Liam sat heavily upon the carefully tiled teleport room floor. His dark fur was considerably lighter. "The destruction of Korosetai. Are you seriously telling me that he was the cause - That he was the reason.. That he, and he alone, destroyed the continent of Korosetai, and it's people, just because one person died?"

Steven's eyes narrowed dangerously. "They perpetrated an act of extreme hostility upon a species that showed no interest in them or their lands, yet they were greedy enough to want the dragon lands for themselves. Nyght is the only reason there is any semblance of order left on this planet. Have you not noticed how some people will check the shadows before speaking, or others will run for them if they're in danger?" Liam nodded, not completely understanding. "Nyght's magic has changed so much from what it was, that the shadows are now acting upon his will. The shadows hear the whispers. The shadows defend the helpless by encasing them in darkness. The shadows cause fear and panic in anyone seeking to destablise the order that Nyght is trying to build. That is not the worst of it though."

Liam looked absoloutely horrified. "You mean there's something worse than him being in complete and total control of this world and everything within it?" Steven nodded her dark brown head slightly.

"As I said before, his magic is changing. It started when we, I mean we as in his female servants, played the capture game. The one to capture Nyght would get him as their boyfriend for the length of time he stayed within the game. One thing led to another, and we somehow managed to wind up in the same bed together. If you want the exact details of what happenend that night, it's in a book in Nyght's personal library. All I'll say on the matter is that Nyght showed so much love, tenderness, devotion, loyalty, honour, and stamina that all three of us were worn out well before him. We did things with him that night that would not have been possible with members of our own species. Hell, we did things within that room that shouldn't have been physically possible."

"Like..?" Steven glanced at Liam, wondering whether to tell him or not. Her cheeks darkened further from their normal brown as she blushed.

"Nyght has a room that we can go to. In it there's a special substance that allows me to stretch an impossible amount. We had fun with all the other girls and Nyght crawling up into my ..... womb, where they spent the night. I birthed them all in one sticky mess and we started again."

Liam stared at Steven in shock, then sniffed, glancing lower and seeing Steven's new boner. "That must have been some fun to make you hard over just the memmory"

Steven nodded, shifting herself so that her length was more hidden. "It was, but the point I'm trying to make here is that Nyght is an extremely emotional human. He's honest to a fault, completely and utterly dense, yet smart enough to think his way through a seige, should one present itself to him. He's both a son and a mate to me, something that made me confused for a long time untill I just accepted it for what it is. If you intend to stay here, the only thing I'll warn you against is tempting Nyght with sex."

Steven paused, wondering how best to explain that little hiccup Nyght had. Liam twirled in place, using his tail to catch the light and reflect it on and away from himself. Steven saw what he was doing and smirked slightly.

"You haven't changed." Liam paused in his roataion, bringing up his tail to cover his front.

"I beg to differ dear Stevie, I have changed, alot." He paused there, dark memmories crossing unseen behind his eyes, only him seeing the images. "Why am I not allowed to tempt Nyght? Is he homocidal?"

Steven gave that thought. Steven gave it more thought than Liam was comfortable with. As he opened his mouth to ask something else, Steven interupted him. "No, he's not homicidal, though he does have homocidal tendencies. The reason I'm telling you not to tease him is because, something's wrong with him. When Nyght gets aroused, for whatever reason, he desires sex to the point where he will force someone to have sex, either with him or someone else so that he could satisfy his lust. It happened that first night, and every other time we've partaken of his unfillable desires." Steven took a deep breath, her chest shuddering with lust and need. She wanted to feel him in her again, one way or the other.

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I held her in my arms, watching the life fade from her. "Please Melissa, don't die, Please!" She smiled up at me, or at least she tried to. Half of her face had been eaten away by the blast, still more being eaten daily as I healed the other people who had been hurt. It took me three days, but I healed everyone. I was near exhaustion myself, but I'd surrender my life for Mellissa, if only she'd let me. "Please Melissa, let me heal you, I don't care what happens, but I don't want you to die because of me!" I could feel her slipping, each moment she refused me both physically and through sheer will alone. I'd tried forcing my healing abilities into her, if only to stave off whatever was eating her alive.

"Don't worry Mat. You can bring me back. You have that res room. Member?" I shook my head. She still thought this was part of the game, she'd forgotten that this was all real. This impossibility was happening in the real world. I felt the bubble go through her chest. I watched her arc backwards in pain. I held her tight, my eyes crying tears. She shook within my arms, giving one last bubbling gasp. I turned my eyes to her own, giving her my love and sorrow. I wish I hadn't. In that last moment, I saw her realise that this was real, that there would not be any going back, that she was dead. She fell limp in my arms, her eyes still staring up at me with desperation and fear.

"no..."

I shivered within the dusk's red-orange glow. The horde of demons outside my barrier were nothing but a dim roar as I faced reality as I knew it. My sister was dead in my arms, the only one in my family who had ever cared about me.

"No!" I yelled it, hugging her close as I dove through my magic. I ripped away barriers that I didn't even know I had. I fell through my magic like a three tonne boulder would fall through the ocean.

"NOOOO_OOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOO _"

I was watching the horde of demons press vainly upon the shield with Derra when I felt the first tremor. I turned around, my patched dress flying wildly as the earth shook again. Derra moved a black paw to my shoulder to help keep me upright as she tilted upon the unsteady ground. Nyght would have punished us for turning our backs upon the demons and the barrier, seeing as Nyght wasn't entirely sure how long it would last. Another tremor rocked the earth making the both of us fall in the heaving, shuddering earth. The roaring of the horde behind us changed, turning to screaming yells.

A tremor flew through the earth under me, past Nyght's barrier, and into the horde. A fresh scream of pain echoed it, followed by panicked shouts. I turned with Derra to see a positively horrific sight. Several of the demons were suspended in the air by stalactites that were shoved right through them. The tops of the stalactites were rounded at the end. As I watched, another tremor went through the earth and more of the demons were speared. I watched in stunned horror as one of them got speared right at the barrier. The earth under it's feet shifted violently, then launched a spike of rock straight up into it. The demon had just started to scream when it thickened. Black blood coated the rock. As I watched, the hardened tip flowed outwards, turning in on itself and facing down at the demon. It kept growing and moving downwards, looking more and more like a mushroom dome. It touched the demon's chest, and a fresh scream attacked my long white ears. As it was happening right next to the dome, I could see the reason for the scream. The domed top had spurted five points from it's edge as soon as it made contact with the demon's chest. These five points speared through the demon, continuously travelling untill they either hit the stalactite holding it up, or hit the hardened earth beneath it.

While I watched, more and more tremors sped through the earth. More cries of fear/pain/horror rang out accross the kilometre's of demon held terrain. Some quicker thinking demons had thought to outrun the tremors upon their horses. The earth opened up underneath them, swallowing them and their horses before slamming shut and crushing them. Small showers of black blood showed where the demons had been before the earth pressed them flatter than a strip of baking paper.

The sound of racing hooves pulled my attention away from the horrific sight, but Derra stayed where she was, captivated by the torturous display of brutal power.

"GET AWAY FROM THE BARRIER!" Steven yelled at us while galloping full speed. I had a moment to wonder where Nyght was, before she crashed into the barrier, turning her side into it. She gasped at the pain before grabbing the two of us and galloping almost as quickly away from the barrier. Whether it was because she didn't realise, or on purpose, I don't know, but I was facing towards the barrier as she raced away. Though I got thumped against her side occasionally, I had a pretty much unobstructed view, which I was sorry for. The ground where we had been standing cracked apart, Nyght's barrier cracking along with it. The screaming, dieing cries of the demon horde could be heard clearly, along with a much more vicious howl.

Nyght suddenly appeared at the cracked edge of the barrier. At first I didn't think that it was him, because he was different. Not different in a slight physical change, but different the way someone looks different before their first full makeover. I have never before seen Nyght swimming in his power. I have seen him touch it, and I've seen him hold it, but that was nothing compared to this. His hair was whipped about his face as it followed the invisible trails of power that wreathed his form. His black robe that he never left home without, was billowing in the invisible gale. A few of the demon generals who managed to survive the earth spikes, and not run, beat down the broken barrier and rushed Nyght.

I didn't see what happenned immediately, because Steven stopped and turned to look back at Nyght. I did see what happenned next. A demon general wielding a massive bloody axe took a flying leap at Nyght. My heart was in my throat as I expected Nyght to do something. Dodge, yell, throw up a barrier, I expected something, and got nothing. The axe was heading downwards, towards Nyght's neck, the demon's yell of tiumph reaching us several hundred metre's away.

He exploded. His weapon was atomised along with him. The only thing left of him was a trail of blood that splashed over the two remaining generals. Both were too shocked to move. One of the generals held a longsword the length of Steven within his thick, twisted hands. He took one step towards Nyght, and exploded as well, his weapon shattering beyond all hope of repair. The last warlord held some type of thick, spiked club. He turned and ran. He didn't get three steps before he exploded as well. All of us were rocked on our butts by the sheer power of that last explosion. A building behind us cracked and fell, a rumbling roar of mortar, cement, steel, and glass.

"Melissa ..... Melissa just died." Steven's words. Only after she said that did I feel the sweeping sorrow coming from Nyght.

"Oh Nyght...." I blinked back my own tears. I could imagine what it felt like, because I felt nearly the same when I had lost Selrina. But I couldn't possibly hope to know how he felt as Melissa died right infront of him, all I could do is hope that I could help in some way.

It wasn't enough. It wasn't even near enough. Their corpses hung from spiked pillars of earth, the ones that survived were running as fast as they could in the other direction, and all I felt was pain. Power flowed in and around me, my very will sharpening the edges of it's touch. I raised my right arm, my power sparking and glowing in dark streaks along it's length. I looked at my shattered shield, bent my arm towards me, then flung it out away from me. My power connected with the shield, then obliterated it's remains.

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I couldn't feel my body anymore. I was crying, but I couldn't feel the tears. I could feel my mind breaking, I could feel it shattering under his torturous control. He played with my fear and terror, giving me small breaks within which to hope for a rescue, but know that only pain would be the rescuer. I could feel my life ebbing from me. He performed some type of healing ritual upon me every four hours to make sure I lived long enough to survive the next four. This ritual was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen. It's even worse than Derra's memmory of what Gixain did to her body. Every four hours, a young woman, sometimes a young male if he was feeling in the mood for cock, was brought in. They would then make love to my tortured body and mind, rubbing themselves in my blood, forcing what little of my obliterated genitals they could into themselves and making pleased moans. Then, as they came to an orgasm, their life energy was ripped from them and forced into me. He then used their carcass as a once only fuck toy.

The Cellium door opened silently, another 'lover' entering my torture cell. Unlike the others, this one was slightly afraid, either of me or him, though why he continues to capture these humans instead of killing them, I can only guess at. He walked down the long stairway of frozen blood, his face showing his pain as the soles of his feet froze and ripped as he decended. Something small and pink fluttered within his left hand as he moved towards me. As soon as I saw it, I recognised it for what it was, then the horrible, dreadful fear of what was about to happen rose up inside of me. This boy held one of my teleportation pearls. The reason why it flickered was because this was a pearl linked to me, and me alone. Nothing else could be transported with me, not even clothing. The horror was because I knew he would sacrifice himself to get me out of here.

I moved within the restraints keeping me magically locked in place. Even with the suppression field at full strength, I managed to move a fraction away from him. I tried to move further, knowing that as soon as that pearl touched me, I was gone.

Warmth and fuzz engulfed me. It was just so kind that I cried. I kept my eyes shut and cried as whoever was hugging me to them held on. A soft nose snuffled at my neck before their face rubbed gently into mine.

"There there, it's okay, it's all finished now, no one can hurt you here." I wanted so much to believe that. I wanted so much to believe that someone else would be the strong one, someone else will make the hurtful decisions, someone else will accidentally kill someone without intending it. The owner of the muzzle kissed my ear tip, nudging their nose around the back of my ear. "It's okay, you're safe here, you'll never be hurt again." I just let go and sobbed in great, heartbreaking moans. For the first time in a long, long, long while, I let someone see the stress I was going through, and the pain it was causing me.

I woke up screaming and flailing, then a small furry body tackled me from the doorway to my right, hugging and kissing me to ease the terror. "Shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay." His arms wrapped gently around me, his hands caressing and soothing. "It's okay, you can't be hurt here, you're safe." I rocked slightly within the bed, moving backwards and forwards, the furre rocking with me and shushing me. "He'll never hurt you again." The furre's body stiffened as it appeared he'd said something wrong, but that was the first thing he'd said that confused me.

"He who..?" He was still tense, but he slowly relaxed against me, going back to rubbing my back and ribs.

"No one honey, no one." I was a little scared. I was meant to remember something, something important. I started to cry again because it hurt to remember anything at all. He placed his hand against my forehead and my head instantly fuzzed. "No no, don't think, just relax. I'm going to take care of you. I'll never let anyone ever hurt you again. You will never be alone here, everyone will be your friend here, everyone will love you here." Those strong furred arms gently put me back onto the bed, his nose rubbing under my chin just enough to make me smile slightly. "There you go. Think happy thoughts, leave the sadness behind and only be happy. If you feel up to it, tomorrow you can go outside." I smiled slightly, looking up to him, loving, trusting, not knowing how else to react to him. His steel blue husky frame leaned down towards me, his arm extended to gently wipe at my face.

"There you go. Do you wanna go outside tomorrow? Do you wanna make new friends?" I nodded emphatically, smiling. He smiled also. It made me feel fuzzy when he smiled, and I smiled. I just felt so happy that I wanted to hugg him and just keep on hugging him. His blue eyes looked just above my own, and he smiled. "That's better. Just let your big brother help you get back to normal."

Normal? Brother? I didn't have a brother, I had a sis-

The image of Melissa, dieing in my arms, the pain, the fear...

"Damn it."

I opened my mouth to scream in empathetic pain as I witnessed her death again. His hand came up and pressed against my forehead. Instantly the memmory fuzzed, becoming nothing more than a badly remembered nightmare. I yawned, and he helped me get comfortable. He gently caressed the side of my neck, then he got off the bed and headed out through the door. I rolled over once and went back to sleep.

"He's being difficult. His mind's creating trigger words to break him from the thrall. It's getting increasingly difficult to make him see the path to happiness. If he'd just stop fighting, just stop fearing, he'd find it is very happy here." The husky's father nodded.

"You need to remember though that he's not from here. He comes from a place with endless torment, suffering and despair. We are here to help him on the path, but if he does recall who he is, you must let him go." For the first time in a long, long time, the husky's eyes showed rage.

"I love him, and he loves me! He'll never leave me!" His father looked at him calmly, neither judging nor accepting. He leaned forwards so that his son could see what was swimming beneath the surface of his emotions.

"You must not bar his path. This is the first time you have ever fallen in love for one of the fallen. The first time is always the hardest. For your sake, I hope that he doesn't recover enough of himself to want to go back to the pain. I pray that he doesn't have the strength of will, nor the power, to pull himself back into that pain filled world.

When I came back to myself, I found myself in the middle of a demon lord's army. I was chained with spell resistant metal, several very nasty looking weapons were aimed at me, and Malfurion's third in command was seated before me, his legs up on a stool.

"So you're back." I struggled within the chains, glaring at the uncaring warlord. "Don't bother, those spelled chains can hold his majesty for three seconds, you have no hope of escaping from them." I opened myself up to the planetoid of dark, negative energy within me, and was shocked to find it gone, missing. He saw my shocked expression, and smiled.

"Yes, we thought it prudent to remove your ability for his majesty. My lord will be greatly rewarded for the gift he will offer up unto his majesty." The smile stayed in place as he put his feet down and casually rocked forwards. The warlord's half skeletal face grinned in a fearsome display.

"Before we return you to his majesty, my lord has given you to me, so that I might ... take back what was stolen from me." A faint touch of fear raced up my spine. This was the warlord that I had reflected back the wasting disease upon. The shell shield had automatically stored, powered, then reflected the spell, and since he had cast, it was reflected right back at him.

The warlord traced a clawed finger over the thin film of skin that was all that was keeping his diseased muscles and bone from escaping his face. "After you spend a few days with our torturer, you may beg me to kill you, and I may consider it." He grinned, the evil inside of his soul taking a hold of him, and showing itself through his eyes.

"When you beg, and only when you beg, I will show you the gift I have for you. She's been so distraught, worrying her tiny little heart about your health and well being, with no care at all given to the conditions she's living in." He leaned closer, his horrifying features only inches from my face. I could smell his rank, blood caked breath as he spoke again.

"I believe you like her rather alot, should I let you two have some fun before, or after I kill her while you watch?" Dread. I felt it like a rising tide. Who? Who could he have captured? Steven? Derra? ... Nera..?

He watched my face go through the signs of denial, then he held up a collar, along with a few white tufts of hair. Even without my dark power, I could feel the warding and protection spells within that collar of gemmed white gold. I knew my own work, and nothing could fabricate it. The white hairs were there simply to remind me who's collar it was.

Tears dripped down my face, and his grin increased to a sick mockery of humour. He dumped the collar at my feet, spitting upon it and causing the warding spells to shield the collar against the slightly acidic liquid. The liquid bounced from the shield, hitting the earth and smoking. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. I ignored my surroundings, ignored their jeering, and did something I had sworn never to do again. I unlocked the thirteenth seal.

Nothing.

Undiscouraged, I opened the next one, and the next, and the one after that. I got as far as the fifth seal, before encountering anything. It wasn't what I thought it would be. It was a shield, keeping me away from the fifth seal. Rather than touch it, I moved around it and through it. I unlocked the fifth seal and moved onto the fourth. The third was open, then the second. Standing outside the first seal, I prayed once more, that whatever was unleashed by this, would protect everyone. I touched the seal, opened it, and pushed it wide....

The first that he knew something was wrong, was the faint shimmer of power he could see coming from Nyght. He felt no fear, knowing that the shield spell within him would trigger at the faintest touch of dark magic, exploding the human's chest into a dazzling display of blood and gore.

"I'm Naruto Uzumaki, and I will beat you!" I blinked twice at the child with raging yellow hair. He was going to do what now? He backed up a few steps, his blue eyes focused upon me. He brought is hands up and crossed two fingers upon each hand infront of himself.

"Kage bunshin no jutsu!" Five clones appeared around him, smoke billowing up from the ground and spreading. I sighed, looking at the smoke that was evaporating. Naruto... the middle left Naruto.. Pointed at me.

"Your evil will end here! These people will not suffer you anymore!"

( The below may or may not become part of the actual story. Depends how I feel about it and if I can expand upon it further. )

There was someone within my home when I ported in. He was dressed entirely in white and carrying a large staff. My immediate thought was newbie mage, or priest. Apart from a gold cross upon his white robes, there was no identifying markings at all.

"Who are you, what are you doing in my home, and how did you get in here?" The man bowed low to me, the cross upon the tip of his staff almost touching my clothing. I took a step back.

"I am Matthew, I am here on behalf of god to beseech you to join the church." He rose again to a standing position, the staff coming up in his right hand. "As for how I got in here, a new Christian gave me your teleport stone. She was quite adamant that you were extremely powerful, and would do well in the church, if you could be convinced to join." Christians. Fuck. I have no grudge against religions in general, but when they damn everybody around them because they aren't doing what their supposed god wants, then change what their god wants the next week, That's when I get irritated. I pointed one black gloved hand at the christian.

"Leave my house now, and never return. This is your only warning. I despise christianity, not only in my old life, but in my new life as well. Should you refuse to leave, I will make absolutely sure to turn you into an example for the rest of your Damned religion." Jaw and mouth set, I glared at this being who dared bring the word of his god within my domain. "Before you leave, you will tell me the name of the person you converted." Matthew raised a single eyebrow in surprise. His grip upon his staff tightened as my insult struck home.

"Her name was Della, her new christian name is Elizabeth." Christian name. That meant she had been baptised. For a moment I felt nothing, then rage exploded within me. The darkness lashed at barriers as the priest called upon his god. "In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy ghost, I bless this house in the name of-" The full fury of my dark rage exploded in a torrent of dark mystical energy around him. By sheer force of will I launched him from my house, but not before I gleened the location of his church from his mind. His scream of pain was delightful, more so because I'd thrown him into a Kin nest. Normally he would have been fine, but these Kin were ones I knew. I was the one who had given them knowledge in the form of anti religion magic. Any priest who came into contact with them would find himself unable to call upon his god. In effect, any magic involving faith was automatically nullified. Within the swirling vortex of my rage, I washed my house with my darkness. Any residual traces of his filthy faith were ripped from the walls. When I was done, the place looked like someone with a machinegun had blasted the walls and ceiling. I pulled his faith into a twisting ball of light. A single thought sent it to Hades. That city would enjoy the energy, and be able to abuse it in ways I would never have even considered.

"Master....?" I turned to view Derra who was shaking like a leaf. I had no compassion within me at the moment. Best to leave the house immediately before I frightened everyone else as well. By thought alone I teleported to the glen of mysticism. I walked upon soft blue grass to the small shrine I had created. Placing my hand upon an egg shaped stone, I removed it and put it into a pocket upon my right side. I turned around and saw a gardener, cowering in fear. His large straw hat was overhanging greatly, almost touching the grass upon which I walked. I had to leave now, if I didn't, then I just might release a seal too early. Should a seal be released while I was full of rage, the darkness' effect would be ten times stronger, because I wouldn't fight it.

" Tell Steven that I'm going out to retrieve Della. Christianity dared brainwash her, so now they're going to pay." I concentrated upon the city of Tunmarre, specifically the lower south side, near the orphanages. I pulled from my rage and magic both, teleporting into the very heart of the christian church. People all around me gasped at my black clothed form. Inside of me, the darkness railed against the seals. It, like me, could feel the overwhelming faith of the people here. On second thought, teleporting onto consecrated christian ground may have been a mistake on my part. The amount of gold cross necklaces was unfathomable. Every single person I could see was wearing a cross, enhancing their faith and the brainwashing aura of the Christians and their god. The rows of pews facing the altar of the church made me squirm mentally. There was enough space here to seat well over a thousand people.

"Are you here to pay tribute?" I slowly turned around. Before me was a little girl holding up a small wicker basket/bowl. Glaring down at her, I broke the first seal. Her eyes widened considereably as my own darkened to obsidian. With my enhanced vision I saw the markings of one who was forced into this faith. Looking up from her as she turned around and ran, screaming, I saw that most of the people currently assembled were under false impressions of what christianity offered. Only a handful in every twenty or so didn't have the white circlet around their foreheads that signified deception/enchantment.

"My brethren, A demon walks among us! Glory upon high to those who defend this house of god against him who would destroy us!" The dias. I turned and saw a priest, dressed in black except for the small touch of white under his collar. He stood at the lecturn in front of the altar, above and behind him was a large wooden cross.

"For he who is on high! Huzzai-yah!" The people sitting within the pews turned as one. Some grabbed weapons that had been hidden upon their persons, others stood back abit in order to cast spells, but the few who relied upon their faith alone stood firm, praying. My full fury ignited. Gathering my rage, will, and dark energy I formed a shield of darkness upon my left arm. I readied myself for physical attacks as I prepared to go after the spellcasters. Twenty-six in all. The priests raised shields of faith, I slipped through them, a stain of darkness upon their brightness. Reaching the spell casters I flooded their minds with what I was currently feeling. More than one toppled over in pure fear, the rest attempted to block my mind from enterring theirs. A savage thought, and all of them fell like stringless puppets. The power of my darkness grew as it was less inhibited. I raised my left arm and blocked something that looked oddly like a table leg. Steel Sif claws sought to enter under my guard, but I moved the shield again. Gathering my energy quickly, I thrust it into the ground, forcing it to buckle and leap in an increasing circle around me. The fighters fell, another thought and they were rendered permanently unconscious, untill a healer saw to them.

"_ Yaaaagh! " Pain, pure and simple. For a moment, the barest of moments, my rage faltered. Then I remembered who had just hurt me. " Sythriol. _" They fell like the ones before them. I had just, in effect, cut their faith from them. They would never be useful as priests again. I turned my attention, and the full force of my rage upon the priest of this church. The priest smiled, fucking smiled at me while in full rage.

"Good morning Nyght, are you here to join the church?" Turning around I saw Della. Short, beautiful Della. Long black hair upon her head, falling down to frame slightly chubby cheeks. I raised my hand to her and banished her. I sent her to a certain locked room within my house. I then did the unthinkable. I released all but the thirteenth seal, surrendering myself to my rage and the darkness within.

Currently updated: Derra's rescue, the felling of Gixain.

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12:18, 23/5/2009, Friday