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"Just let me check one more time if everything's ready." Nys looked around. At a glance the anaconda could tell all the assembled kobolds were correct. They had gotten themselves comfortable, sprawled out all over the dragon's hoard of silver.

The dragon herself had her tail curled around the base, her posture protective of the crowd of smaller draconids. These were, after all, those who volunteered to be hers in the new world.

Ame the urd was nestled in between the dragoness' forelegs, her wings tucked at her sides as she watched.

Only one kobold present wasn't gathered up by the dragon. Jean was less concerned with the readiness of everyone else, and more for himself. "Nys... what will happen to us as individuals?"

Nys was continuing to make sure she had her calculations right, sketching through the formulae on her clipboard. "We both have half-memories of the time before we split... our memories since then will get... well, shuffled together I suppose."

He shook his head. "No... our memories got filled in retroactively. We're two full people... I think..."

She paused, lowering her clipboard. The far taller snake turned to face him. "We can always split again if we need to."

Jean nodded. "I know... it's just... not knowing what we'll be on the other side of the merge... it's a lot." His hands grasped at the lip of his scaled pouch, tugging on it as he fidgeted.

Nys let out a sigh. "Yes. Yes it is."

Ame cupped her hands around her snout. "You can do it!"

Jean looked her way, then faced the anaconda again, spreading his arms out awkwardly.

The serpentess had to crouch down to get her frame into position to wrap her arms around his torso. The base of her tail flexed to keep the majority of the length level hovering where it had been and her hips were jutted back away from her center of gravity. She embraced the kobold tightly, then stood back upright.

He squeezed tightly in return, his face at her flat chest due to the height difference.

Nys began to rotate in place. Her hips acted as a spool, starting to wrap the long tail around herself and her other half. As she worked, she turned faster, the coils forming down, then jumping back up to get their torsos together, before jumping down again to not make too broad a bundle... it was still thickest at her hips despite it all.

Jean could be seen burying his face against her and closing his eyes tightly before he was covered up in thick tail coils... and shortly after that, both of them were moving a bit too fast for the eye to track details any longer.

Just at the moment distinction failed, at the edges of the blurred, spinning figure, light began to refract, as if gravity had been fundamentally affected.

"You know," The dragoness broke the relative silence as all the assorted kobolds stared on. "This sort of thing is always hard to get down in writing. It's so visual."

Ame blinked, tilting her head back and up at the large beast. "But, you're not in fiction anymore."

Tristan smirked, peeking over the curve of her own cheek at the urd between her forelegs. "Aren't we?"

The winged kobold was perplexed by this answer, but before she could dwell on it, a bright light filled the cavern. A simple glance revealed that it was the form of the spinning pair. Staring directly at the vaguely diamond-shaped mass as it spun in place looked pure white, but trails of prismatic iridescence swirled off and were pulled back in constantly.

And then, rather than trails, a full, amorphous soap bubble of energy surged outward in a flourish from the spinning core, washing over the entire gathered crowd, and out of the cavern. Everything was vaguely distorted, chromatic aberration forming at the edges of everything in view.

While in this state, the staircase back into the old warren suddenly closed up, sealing into solid rock. The surface of the stone wobbled from the impact like jelly, a cartoonish timpani sound resonating from the spot.

"Huh." Tristan commented nonchalantly. "I would have preferred it go 'boink' perhaps."

As the accumulated draconids watched, the wobbling surface suddenly depressed down, as if being vaccuformed over an unseen object underneath the stone. It conformed itself into steps, a far broader and grander stairway than the well had been before, shorter rises and longer runs, with a curved entrance and kobold sized railings. The stone continued to pull itself down, burrowing at an angle away from the floor soon enough and out of easy view of the hoard.

"That's the new warren being made..." Ame said softly. She looked back towards the spinning light. "How much longer do you think this is going to take?"

"Geuse said that they needed to recombine in a different way, not just fuse back the way they were." The dragoness spoke calmly. "I'm sure that's a bit more complicated."

No sooner had she said that, that the plum-bob shape suddenly distorted, almost appearing to be a torus with a glowing line in the middle... or very rapidly revolving pair of spheres with a tether between them. The more Ame looked, the more she was sure the latter was correct. One sphere grew larger than the other, becoming closer to the center of gravity. "Are... are they coming apart again?"

Then the larger yanked the smaller back to itself, forming a single sphere. With the impact, another expanding wave surged out, re-doubling the distortion of light within the chamber. Lines and edges were nearly dancing now... Standing nearby the orb, there was a new figure. A muscular, chesnut horse dressed in peasant garb out of some fantasy corset-ripper novel cover. He had a wood-splitting axe held like a cane, the metal in his hand and the end of the handle on the stone floor.

Ame's eyes widened with recognition. "Oh my god it's the Fuckmountain."

Tristan let out a baffled sputter, before asking: "Who?"

The urd stood up, resting one hand on the dragoness' neck. "Another character Janus made up. Barbarian in a tabletop game. Basically, a living Frank Frazetta painting." As she spoke, however, the horse's garb changed.

His body seemed to stay steady, as if frozen in place, as the open peasant shirt sealed up into a snug, modern tee shirt with a logo on it. His flowing mane was neatly pulled into a French braid snug to the back of his neck, and his trousers became jeans, with a waist-apron in front. The axe warped, and turned into a large coffee pot.

"And... now he's a barista?" Tristan asked, perplexed.

Another figure appeared near the horse. A tall, middle-aged, strong but heavyset otter appeared wearing only a kilt. His arms were crossed over his chest, highlighting the muscles there, while his soft belly sagged slightly over the belt of the only garment.

The dragoness perked. "Another fictive?"

"Fuck, is that Gay Otter Heaven Jack?" Ame asked out loud to no one.

The otter looked in the direction of the pair of voices. Like with the horse, his body stayed the same as his clothing changed. But he seemed to be awake, unlike the equine's distant expression and stillness. Rapidly, a shirt and suit coat formed over his upper body, fine fabrics well-tailored to his frame. Golden cufflinks appeared as the tartan of his kilt turned black with silver threading. A large leather sporran formed and hung over his groin as his bare feet were wrapped in dress shoes. Long black socks covered the exposed parts of his legs, as his mussed fur became more groomed.

"Is that really what they call me?" Jack asked.

Ame flushed, waving awkwardly. "N-no, just one of Janus' friends came up with that moniker... it kinda fits your MO, right?"

Other figures were starting to appear. Some faded out almost immediately, while others became just as solid as the first two.

"Oh, right." The otter chuckled. "I was created to be an ideal gay daddy dom, before their gender situation got more complicated." He straightened his cuffs and smoothed down the front of his blazer casually. "Luckily, there's enough in my backstory to retcon me into bisexuality, or even pan."

"Are all the fictives this self-aware?" Tristan asked, perhaps a bit absent of that trait herself.

"Uh, what are you all talking about?" The barista horse piped up. "And where am I? Last I remember I was closing up the coffee shop... there was this cute dog..."

"After you get yourself in your golem body, you should call me, Trissie." Jack winked. "I can show you how well I swing both ways."

The dragoness blushed deeply, her blazé composure broken for the first time since she became corporeal.

Closer to the hoard, a large form shaped up, four legs and two arms... a ferret-taur. The frame of the long mustelid rapidly gained weight, surging in size to be nearly immobile... then pulling back. He toppled over, merely chubby and panting as glasses appeared on his muzzle and clothing started to wrap over his upper body.

Nearby, a skunk in a tight bodysuit appeared frozen in what appeared to be a mid-action pose, wearing a bright purple pleather jacket. Her eyes were covered with goggles and she wore high boots and fingerless gloves. As Ame watched, depth drained away to make her seem two dimensional, and suddenly the mephit shrank in scale.

In a kaleidoscope of motion, the flat image was suddenly printed on the front of a comic book held by a black Labrador. The chubby dog was in a heliotrope shirt, matching his dyed hair, as well as jeans. Shortly he went from one comic to holding a whole stack of comics in his hands.

The comics vanished suddenly, and the dog's clothing shifted into a purple cropped hoodie and leather pants, the new outfit putting his round belly on display. His glasses turned to lenses inside of a cowl, his fluffy hair getting hidden underneath the snug material as he appeared to become a comic book character himself.

Another superhero surged into view in a wash of color, a taller wolf with a broad chest and a narrow waist. His red body-suit had a cutout in the chest, showing off the deep cleavage of his pectorals, and his silver mask looked good with his blue-gray dorsal fur.

A similarly built man appeared on the other side of the chubby dog, a capybara wrapped in black rubber, also with a cowl covering his head. On his knuckles were brass studs, and his chest bore an insignia of three bolts of colored electricity arcing between two silver rods in a similar inverted triangle to the wolf's cutout.

Closer to the horse barista, a group of college-aged guys appeared, of various builds and species. Of the crowd, two pairs were embracing, a salamander and a rat at one end and a raccoon with a blue jay at the other. In between were a short ram, a lanky monkey and a skinny deer.

Still more superheroes were appearing, as well as far more villainous figures. A nearly naked bulky pangolin in goggles, an aviator antelope, a slender stallion, a muscular snow leopard, a cat wearing spiral goggles...

Ame was getting overwhelmed. It was harder to keep track of all the fictives flickering into existence as things continued to ramp up.

A pregnant squirrel in religious robes appeared, looking around in confusion.

Pressing up from the floor of the cavern a spectral wolf wearing nobleman's clothing floated into view.

A flat-chested kangaroo woman appeared opposite Jack amongst the crowd, nearly on the other side of the swirling lightshow. She was dressed casually, with the addition of a bomber jacket worn like a shawl with her arms bare across her chest.

Then, as suddenly as it all began, the prismatic distortions vanished like a soap bubble being popped in slow motion, a wave rolling out from the center point. The glow faded as well, turning to a grey mass... then a black and white striped mass.

The cause of the color was soon apparent: Toppling away, a skunk flew off, long tail spooling off from the core as it continued to spin. The mephit collapsed at the foot of the hoard, appearing to Ame to be a lifeless doll rather than a person.

And as the tail fully unwrapped, there stood one figure where Jean and Nys had fused.

A feminine otter, around Janus' original height and build, before Guise had first been summoned. She wore a green tee shirt with a simple Celtic knot pattern printed on the front in bronze ink along with some cargo jeans. She looked around, disoriented, though didn't seem nearly as dizzy as one should when having rotated so very much.

"Seen." Jack and the kangaroo woman spoke at the same time.

She perked, turning to look in both directions. She let out a soft yelp when she saw the marsupial. "Eileen? I... uh..." She looked back towards Jack. "I never really worked out how you two would coexist..."

Eileen chuckled warmly. "Yet we're both powerful mages and parental figures to you. I'm sure we could find a way to cooperate."

Jack raised a fist to his muzzle, holding in a giggle at the other otter's reaction.

The otter girl paused, and looked around again. There were dozens of people just standing around. Some seemed to know what was happening, others were confused by the whole situation. "Oh." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, that's a lot of people."

Ame slid down the side of the hoard. The urd looked around. "Well, can you, well... send them where they should be?"

Seen looked at her webbed fingers, then looked at the group of superheroes. "Uhm..." She gestured, brow furrowed in concentration. A swirl of amber magic rolled from her fingers, but didn't make it more than a yard further than her reach. She looked at her paws, then tried again, to much the same effect. "Wait... where did all the reality-warping power Geuse gave Janus go...?"

The urd perked, and carefully sat up the skunk-doll. "In here? It came out of the fusing."

Further conversation was interrupted by a light shining down from the roof of the cave. Looking upward, a familiar sigil etched itself out of energy on the rock, glowing brightly. Then the sigil burst as a figure dropped through it.

Descending gently and lightly, a long-tailed person lowered towards the assembled crowd. Only after the last of their tail exited the rock did the glow dissipate, allowing their body to be more easily read. If anything, this looked like the fusion of Jean and Nys that was expected.

An anaconda of the short, curvy stature of the former matriarch, with the long, buoyant tail of the taller serpent, wearing a hoodie similar to that she wore. She had on a pair of comfy track shorts, and nothing else could be seen covering her scales. She slowed to a stop, bare feet hovering above the cave floor. "Uh... hi Seen. I'm the new Janus, I guess. I'm not sure if that name fits me."

The otter girl perked, then looked down at herself. "Wait, am I a fictive as well?"

Janus shook her head. "No, you were the part of me that was apprehensive. Afraid of two people becoming one person losing something... afraid of never getting to be a normal person again. Rather than fusing... Jean and Nys more... exchanged traits around."

Seen looked over the floating serpent girl. "So... all of Geuse's powers..."

"I think... uh... I think I might also be Geuse?" The anaconda scratched the side of her head beneath where the hood covered her eyes. "That could be the other reason I want a bespoke name."

Ame stood up from the skunk doll and walked over towards the pair at the center of the crowd. "Alright Danni Sandman, why did you re-split?"

Seen looked awkward while the snake appeared taken aback by the comparison. "I think Janus was right... I remember being very apprehensive about... uh... omnipotence."

"Jan seems a bit lazy, though it is short for Janice which... is almost Janus." The green-scaled serpent pondered, resting her head on the sleeve-covered knuckle of her left hand. "Seen is like Nys backwards, but I don't want to be Naj..."

"You don't have to decide right now." The lutrine cleared her throat. "Just... like we said. It's a lot."

"And all of them?" The winged kobold gestured towards the crowd of fictives.

Janus pressed both fists' knuckles to her hips, her posture turning to as though she was standing, though her feet dangled inches above the stone cavern floor. "Well, Seen and I had a lot of masc in us that... well, wanted out."

The otter girl blushed. "Hey, most of them were hunky guys that wouldn't trigger our mastrophobia to fantasize about."

Ame perked. "That's right, you had mastrophobia too..."

Janus nodded, pointing to the urd. "You were our first vessel for exploring that in a femme context."

The urd froze, eyes widening. She looked back towards the dragoness and the other kobolds.

Tristan smirked. "Not in fiction anymore~?" She sing-songed playfully.

Ame felt over her chest. "I... I'm a rhymie?"

The dragoness puffed up, raising her head high. "The first rhymie!"

Janus looked between the two of them. "No one reading this is going to get that reference, you know that, right?"

Seen took a step closer to the serpent. "So... we're in fiction after all?"

The anaconda shrugged. "When you player play, there's always another player above you. That's the way it works."

Fidgeting, the ottress hugged herself a bit tighter than before. "Being aware of being fictional is... uh... a little scary."

Janus considered this. "You know, that's right. You were going to put everyone where they belonged before... one more reality wave should do it." The serpentess floated around looking at the crowd. "Can't have all these superheroes, doms and cute preythings just standing around here all the time. It's not even a proper stable." Before anyone could say anything, the snake had a pencil and a legal pad in her hands, having appeared from nowhere. "Now, let's fix this." She brought the lead down to the paper.

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Seen woke up gradually. Lazy mornings were her specialty, but her strange dreams were occupying her mind. The otter girl wriggled out from under her weighted blanket after a long moment of feeling the memories of her unconscious adventures draining from her consciousness like a sieve. Naked, she stood off her bed and rested a hand on the curve of her belly, before pausing.

She looked down, digging her thumb into the pouch she found there. "Did I always...?" She asked, bewildered, tugging it open. Memories surged to the surface, eliciting a blush. "Oh right... Eileen... at our last magic lesson..." She paused, fidgeting with the new part of her anatomy. "Why am I voicing my thoughts out loud...?"

She sighed and gestured with one hand. A swirl of amber energy pulled the top drawer of her dresser open. She found a comfy pair of PJ pants and slipped them on, making sure that her tail fit properly in the rear loop. Another gesture opened the closet. She grasped a shirt at random and tugged it on, before turning her attention to her bedroom door. She squinted... time to practice without hand-motions.

After a long moment focusing, the doorknob turned and the door opened inward. She let out a sigh of relief and walked out of her bedroom. She spotted her boyfriend already awake, lounging on the couch with a controller in his hands. The TV mounted on the wall showed the chubby raccoon was midway through a game the two of them knew well.

Seen approached the couch, slipping around the unoccupied end then lightly flopped into place on it, leaning her large, soft frame against her procyon beau. "Hey, Honey~"

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The dragoness exhaled, the gushing heavier-than-air mist flowing and billowing from her mouth and nostrils. The vapor was cascading down onto the form of a lifeless skunk doll laying against the hoard.

Ame watched nervously, the urd fidgeting as her Lady performed this ritual. It was her first time witnessing the act itself, only having seen the results in the past.

Tristan finished exhaling and retracted her neck to rest her head between her claws atop her hoard. She closed her eyes as the mist, rather than dispersing, seemed to be soaking into the mephit model. It was especially apparent at the snout, where it seemed to be rushing into the nostrils... almost as if it were exhaling, but filmed in reverse.

The doll gasped as the last of the mist soaked in, eyes opening. In that moment, everything artificial about the skunk smoothed away, appearing as real and natural as either of the draconids in the chamber. She sat up from the hoard and grinned to Ame. "See, it's simple!"

The urd blushed slightly. "Mistress?"

Trissie waved her paw playfully. "Please, only my Kitty calls me that~"

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Ben relaxed against the couch. Ray was tucked against his side, under one arm, helping the salamander feel comfortable around the rat's friends at a stranger's house. It was his first time here apart from a house party the raccoon had thrown a few months prior.

Reggie was on an armchair, practically overflowing it. Despite his bulk, even to the untrained eye anyone could see that the raccoon was muscular underneath the chub. A strong, soft guy, who had been a competitive weightlifter at Ray's high school. His boyfriend was a track star from there as well, and, well, thanks to a bit of shenanigans from one of the rat's other friends, the blue jay had become a close friend to the others assembled.

The instigator was Chad, a near-emaciated deer. Ben suspected that he was into party drugs, but thankfully he hadn't been directly exposed to know for sure. Apart from the time he ate that twig. He hadn't felt anything other than a predator's high at the time, or so he hoped.

Tommy was on his way, according to the cervine, but most of the attention was on Norm.

The chubby ram was blathering on about an escape room he was excited to try out with Ray.

Freddy casually toppled himself back over the armchair's side to lay across Reggie's lap. "Sounds familiar, Norm... you sure we didn't do this one already...?"

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Safe House knitted his fingers together with both elbows resting on the table in front of him. He already regretted not pushing for this meeting to be held in his namesake when he was approached to mediate. He was glad that his cowl mostly disguised the position his brow had furrowed into out of frustration.

On one side of the table was a delegation of prominent heroes of Apex City's League. On the other side was another sent by the villains of the Guild. Point after Point on the agenda was met with squabbling and biting back. Requests for information on kidnapped sidekicks met with jeers and snide remarks. Demands for proof of membership of the League vis a vis newly spotted heroes on patrols met with sheer laughter and a playful request to subscribe to the newsletter.

As one of the few neutral-aligned powered people in the city, the labrador was experienced in keeping the peace, somewhat. But that was within the control of his own inner realm. Out here all he could do was try to say constructive, soothing things while the extremely powerful beings around him bickered.

Having them all sign a non-aggression pact beforehand had not been enough. Definitely next time he'd eat them all before the meeting started.

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Beau worked the register, while his employees worked the coffee makers. The chestnut stallion smiled to each customer as a blue-furred jackal called out the names off the cups.

At the other end of the café, a green anaconda girl in a big baggy hoodie that covered her face was nestled into a booth, by the window. It was a dark, overcast day, the type nice to cuddle in somewhere warm, enjoy a rich scone and some cocoa, and get some writing done. The serpentess had her tail coiled up under the table, resting her feet atop the pile.

She looked out at the occupants of the shop. There was a fairly balanced array of species... fluffy wolves, rabbits, humans, demi-foxes, iguana, salamanders, eagles and hyenas and...

She smiled. Everyone free to be their true self after her adjustments to the world. She was still trying to come up with a new name for herself. Jess, despite being sort of similar to a bastardization of Geuse, conflicted with other characters out and about, Jan was too plain... Despite the symmetry of Jean and Nys becoming Seen and Naj, she wasn't feeling like trying to find a name that was phonetically the same and hope the native meaning meant anything like what she wanted to portray herself with.

Motion from the window next to her drew her attention. When she looked, her reflection had altered, a feral snake gazing back. "I knew you would be a good avatar." It said plainly, in a voice only she could hear.

"Geuse." The corporeal snake leaned closer to the glass, watching the entity in her reflection mirror the motion with a smirk. "Did you intend for this to happen?"

"Chaos doesn't intend anything." Geuse replied with a playful lilt.

"Oh, I've got it!" She spoke a little too loud, drawing attention of the various critters filling the café. She cleared her throat, then wrote at the top of her notepad: 'Jane'

"She's got the whoooole world, in her coils..." It sang teasingly.

Jane rolled her eyes. "Now that's a reference no one will get. I didn't even post that one."

Geuse snickered.

The anaconda girl propped her elbow up with the palm of her hand still holding her pencil, pressing it along her cheekline. "Is it too cliché to end a fantasy story on asking a higher power if they planned it?"

The serpent in the glass laughed aloud. "You're the Author. Use that Authorial Intent of yours."

Looking down at her legal pad, Jane found herself looking over a checklist. Each item was a thing about the world she wanted different... all of them had been checked. "Well... it would probably be easier to fulfill that function if I don't have to anthropomorphize myself as a concept into my writing anymore." She chuckled, turning the next page over in the pad. "As fun as it was working out my gender exploration for a paying audience."

Geuse snickered in a low hiss. "And your kinks~"

She huffed lightly, crossing her arms. "Okay, yes, I'm horny." Jane turned back to look at her reflection. "I'm a sex worker. My art is pornographic in nature."

The snake reflected in the glass winked. "Not so much this one."

Jane rolled her eyes again. "Well, I try to cater to my ace patrons by alternating explicitly sexual content and merely kinky content for the stories." She spun her pencil a bit between her fingers. "And the last full-length story had Seen literally crawling out of a uterus in full detail, so..."

Geuse looked straight to the reader. "Goodnight, everybody."

The authoress pointed at the window. "Hey, you don't even have the hands to blow a kiss." She smirked a bit to herself. "And I'm the one who gets to say when the story ends."

The Spirit of Inspiration smirked back. "Is that so?"

"Yes." Jane grinned, turning her gaze past the veil. "Now."