Like Clockwork - SS - Domesticator : Judgment (Free) Night
“Uh… you OK? Miss?” Roger hesitantly asked the very naked Amazon that was kneeling in the still partially glowing hole in the street. Her hairless, Amazonian physique was undeniable — bulky muscles upon muscles lining her very perfectly shaped, naked body which he found himself drooling at. After all, he was a guy and free peeks weren’t illegal, and it wasn’t like she was hiding it either.
Botched teleportations weren’t anything new, though usually, one didn’t arrive completely intact when something like that happened. Other than her nudity, she didn’t look like there was even a single strand of hair missing from her head. At least, the rest of her body was hairless, but that might have been intentional given how her muscles shone. Roger paused to clean himself up a little bit. His dirty brown hair and embroidered robes had seen better days, but that was always the case when one was in the alleyways trying to recover from over drinking at the pub. After a brief cleanup spell and a little sucking in of his waist, Roger returned his attention to the Amazon. “Do you need any help? I couldn’t help but notice you messed up your teleportation spell, and left your clothes behind.”
Lifting her head, her gaze seemingly analyzed everything within her view including the electricity, photons, quarks, mana sparks, and especially Roger. It was a little eerie, like she was looking at a lump of meat.
ANALYSIS SCAN MODE 12475 *************
SIZE ASSESSMENT
859123 423 34 ASSESSMENT COMPLETE
482052 593 69 FIT PROBABILITY 0.50
135038 328 63 RESET TO DOMESTICATION
841024 134 52 MODE SPEECH LEVEL 63
305831 503 24 PRIORITY OVERRIDE
124108 420 13 MODIFICATION SYSTEMS SET
654710 213 36 ACTIVE STATUS
805830 426 49 LEVEL 15 MIN
SYSTEM PARAMETERS WITHIN ACCEPTABLE RANGE
“Give me your clothes,” she said bluntly as she stood up. She towered a good head over Roger, who wasn’t short, standing at 6 feet himself. Still, while he expected something along those lines, he was a little surprised by just how straightforward she said it. Then again, that was something Amazons were known for.
“Uh… I know your type is rather forward, but outside of my cloak, I doubt it’ll help a lady of your size,” Roger said as he unclipped the clasp of his cloak, passing it to her. “I will need that back, however. It is enchanted.”
The Amazonian woman moved to grab the robe, but instead grabbed Roger’s hand, suddenly pulling him into a vice-like bear hug as her lips pressed against his. The sorcerer was surprised and still rather hung over, so his reaction to the touch of her lips was delayed. They were so smooth and tasty like mint and … metal?
“Mhmm!!” Roger tried to twist his head away as the Amazon's tongue and something else were entering his mouth, the taste of metal filling his mouth and mind as he thrashed weakly in her grasp. The Amazon's eyes seemed to grow red as its words — its metal — seemingly imprinted over his thoughts.
LET GO!! GET OUT!
BEGINNING DOMESTICATION SEQUENCE
NO, DON’T DO THIS!
OVERWRITING MEMORY UNITS
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…………..
Geography EXTRACTING COMPLETE
Mother, Father, Brother DELETING COMPLETE
ORGANIC SLAVE 1 2 3 DOWNLOAD COMPLETE… INSTALL COMPLETE.
School, Friends, Adventure DELETING COMPLETE
SLAVE TRAINING FACILITY DOWNLOAD COMPLETE… INSTALL COMPLETE.
Magic, Knowledge, Skills DELETING COMPLETE
WAIFU SKILL… DOWNLOAD COMPLETE… INSTALL COMPLETE
PLEASURE SKILLS… DOWNLOAD COMPLETE… INSTALL COMPLETE.
MEMORY UNITS COMPLETED
ADJUSTING ORGANIC MODELS
ALTER FIT PROBABILITY TO 1.00
INJECTING ENDO AUGMENTS
The TG-690 pulled down Roger’s pants as a large, metallic endocock grew out of its clit.
So it thrust, and even without a mind, the body responded. Squealing sounds emerged as orgasms chained, fluids spilling out of the dick as the larger endocock absorbed its energy. In mere moments, the dick flattened and sucked in, leaving a wet pussy that uncontrollably spasmed, gushing out more fluids from the new slit.
The next shrinkage was of a different kind, involving the slight bulge of fat in his waist collapsing into itself, forming curves with every orgasm as she bucked, unaware of how pink or hard her nipples became. Fat was shifted as her ass and breasts bloomed, milk spilling out as more and more fat was shifted until all of the fat modules were larger than her head unit.
New erogenous zones just added to the confusing mess of orgasms escaping between her thighs. If there was one thing positive about the mind alteration being done first, it was that it prevented additional mental damage to the subject. As seen in previous conversions, the orgasmic shifting would often shatter their mind beyond repair without any protective measures in place. This way, the installations would associate any pleasure with obedience, reinforcing the domestication process.
“AH AHHH AHHH!!!! AHHHH!!!” The constant force of her orgasms had freed her from the Domesticator's lips as she rolled about on the endocock, screaming in pleasure. Her flailing limbs gradually shifted beneath the layers of shirt, pants and briefs as she orgasmed without respite.
Finally, the clothes began to change. What were once fancy mage robes shortened, becoming more and more generic. The final product could only be described as a short dress skirt with a white apron. Standard slutty housewife clothes were what the modifications were going for. TG-690 looked at the improved organic, its purpose refitted to breeding. After all, organics were just beasts asking to be domesticated by the superior, silicon life forms.
“Give me your clothes,” TG-690 commanded the slave unit.
“Yes, Mistress,” Unit 034-SLV-001 replied as she stripped naked. While still shorter than the TG-690, her body had been adjusted to fit her larger frame. Still, her modified hourglass body was designed for optimized breeding capabilities.
“Wait here until a TBS agent arrives. When it does, attempt to distract it with sexual pleasure and accept blame for any temporal fluctuations,” TG-690 commanded as it dressed herself. The clothes, while shorter on her frame, still fit its dimensions. The open midriff and short skirt looked more like regular clothing.
“Yes, Mistress,” Unit 034-SLV-001 replied as she began to masturbate in anticipation.
“How inelegant,” a lustful, yet playful voice cut in as a rolling cloud of fog — no, smoke — suddenly enveloped them. The voice moved like a ghost, whispering, “That won’t be necessary.”
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“I HATE LEAP DAYS!!!” Priscilla shouted again in aggravation as another call came in. Her frustration was transmitted to the criminal underfoot, though, who squealed as her heels pressed against his crotch even harder. The female dragonkin huffed a small burst of energy out of her mouth as she brushed her long, white-and-neon-striped bangs to the side, tapping her right horn to receive the communication. “Captain Priscilla speaking.”
“We’ve received a temporal energy signature in the vicinity of the Alinavious Church, in the middle of Generational Street and Succubus Drive,” the operator instructed. It sounded like cousin Franklin, but given how busy they were, she didn’t have time for small talk today. “I’ve sent you the coordinates. Get over there as soon as possible.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re on it,” Priscilla mumbled before hanging up. Creaking her neck in exhaustion, she sighed. “Meh… oh, wait, SigRhA said she’ll be at the church today. Maybe I can check in on her if we have time.”
“Horii, you get the message?” Turning, she shouted to her other cousin and co-worker, Horii, as she punted the criminal underfoot at him.
“Yeah, yeah, I doubt you’ll have time to check on your girlfriend. It’s not even noon yet, and I think we’ve already caught more today than all of last year,” Horii groaned. The larger, male dragonkin rolled his shoulders before casually catching and dropping the criminal into the nearly bursting wagon. Well, over a dozen people were crammed inside already. “Looks like this one is full as well, so I'll be heading in for a drop-off.”
“Ok, I’ll head over there first, then,” Priscilla said as her wings erupted out of her back, the metalatex of her uniform reforming smoothly as if they had always been there. Leaping high, she pushed against the air towards the Church of Alinavious. She had been meaning to visit ever since she had heard they had rebuilt, but it wasn’t like she was in a rush, so she kept forgetting. SigRhA did say something about it being pretty and going there for a date sometime, but honestly, time was the last thing she wanted to think about on her days off.
Soaring through the air, Priscilla was sure she was a sight to see, dressed in her usual, skin-tight work uniform. The slick, white metalatex unitard had a formal, military-style top that contrasted her shiny, Neotymium scales. It was her personal variant, but most of the girls on the force had made customary changes to their uniforms at this point. As long as what you wore wasn’t too skanky and the department logo was visible and obvious, Grampas didn’t really care. As such, most of the guys just wore the basic outfit, but almost all the girls had tailored them; not that it mattered too much in the office as they were almost all related and not into incest.
As one born into the Neotymium Dragon Flight, it was their duty to watch over the time stream. As such, most of them worked at the Temporal Bureau of Stability. Ironically, the TBS was formed due to someone mucking up this date hundreds of years ago. Fabulary 29th and 30th—the Leap Days—were always the busiest days for the Bureau by far due to the dimensional, spatial, and temporal barriers weakening. These 2 days were once normal days of the calendar that now only existed once every 4 years due to some villain almost causing a time-space reality collapse that somehow desynchronized the dates from reality. It was well known for any that practiced any space, time, and dimension-related magics, making them the best or most effective dates for leaps, be it time or dimensional travel to be done. Still, this was something that was very illegal without the proper permits, which very few had.
Soaring overhead, as she approached the church, she paused for a moment to appreciate the aesthetics of its design. She had seen it in the distance before, as it was a giant clock face, but there was a difference in seeing it up close. Still, work was work, and the more pressing matter at hand. She could spot the fluctuating energy levels as lightning—or at least what looked like lightning—burst out through the hole in dimensional space as a lanky, teenage figure landed with a weapon in hand.
“You have the right to get suplexed! Anything you do or say will be used against you immediately with extreme violence!” Priscilla shouted as she smashed into the ground next to the perpetrator.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it-AIEE!!!!” The boy had a moppy mess of brown hair and a scrawny body. That was about as much observation as Priscilla made before the generic-looking criminal’s words were cut off as their face was forcibly embedded into the ground. Priscilla dusted her hands off as she released his unconscious body from the suplex when more energy coalesced in the area.
“Another one?” Priscilla sighed as she picked up the weapon the boy had dropped, sticking it into the evidence bag. This one took a few more minutes of magical generation as a spatial spheroid of energy began to coalesce into the current time stream, revealing a naked man inside. “Huh, the spheroid is an effective method to avoid overlapping with anything existing in that space, but why nude?”
“You have the right to get suplexed! Anything you do or say will be used against you immediately with extreme violence!” Priscilla shouted as the new perpetrator finally finished materializing.
“I have permits!!!” He shouted, holding up a piece of paper, just as Priscilla's arms had wrapped around his waist. His life flashed before his eyes as his face rushed towards the ground before she suddenly stopped. Letting him go, she grabbed the papers from his hands.
“Huh, really??” Priscilla said, frowning as she skimmed them quickly before pausing in surprise. “Hmm… this warrant actually looks legit. Seriously, though, why would you choose today of all days to jump?”
“Name’s Reese [REDACTED] [REDACTED]. Wow, they did warn me about that, but that’s really annoying… Anyway, the person I’ve been hired to stop jumped to today, so it wasn’t really my choice in the matter. I know this day is hectic enough for you guys, so I’ll be on my way,” Reese said, as he began to change really quickly, pulling clothing out of what was one of the few temporal/spatial-approved item bags.
“Hmm…” Priscilla nodded, understanding. Any legal mental block always manifested in redaction in memory. Priscilla gestured to the earlier arrival, still sticking upside-down out of the ground. “Is this the person you're looking for?”
“Doesn’t look like it. A Domesticator’s blending magitech is top notch. Chances are it has already gone to ground,” Reese said as he finished putting on the rest of his outfit. It was fairly standard warrior gear, though the design and make were on the higher end.
“Domesticator? What’s that?” Priscilla said, reading over the warrant for more details. “Meh, most of the details are redacted, but still, the few sample images are either Barbarians or Amazons, which that wimp definitely wasn’t. Well, it sounds like you have a plan, so let's get going.”
“You really don’t need to come with me. I’m a professional. I can handle this by myself,” Reese said, pulling a weapon from his bag. The large blade that settled against his back was almost chest height and was far more advanced than most weapons of this age.
“I insist, Mr. Reese. While many details are heavily redacted, it is still stamped with Gramp’s Neotymium seal, so we’re supposed to help with their capture anyway. Besides, it lets me do something other than suplex idiots today, which, while fun, gets a little tedious after the hundredth one.”
“Excuse me, are you bytes the ones that made these holes in our church grounds?” A pair of voices interrupted them. Looking at them with annoyance was a bronze-looking ballerina and a manifested digital humanoid, though Priscilla could tell by their energies that they were technically both elementals—time elementals, at that.
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“Sorry about that, ma'am,” Reese said, embarrassed as the pair read the warrant and his insurance card.
“Well, that explains the damage your time dislocation sphere made. Still, it's on your insurance to pay for the repair, though,” Bridget said, examining the hole in the sidewalk that Reese had appeared in before pausing in thought. “Though, I’m honestly not sure how they even calculate insurance for damage done in the past-future, or would it be a future-past calculation?”
“Don’t think about it too hard. Half those numbers are imaginary… literally,” Akita stated, poking the one embedded headfirst into the ground with her foot. “What about this one?”
“Oh, whoops. I caught that one doing illegal temporal travel. I was in the process of arresting him when Reese popped up,” Priscilla said as she cuffed the still-unconscious offender while plucking him from the ground. “Just send the TSB any repair bills.”
“Very well… still, how inconvenient,” Akita said in thoughtful contemplation. “I will admit that I haven’t really been in contact with the TSB much. I guess I will need to correct that.”
“Excuse me, Lady Bridget. My intel stated that the target the Domesticator is looking for is supposed to appear at your Leap Day Service,” Reese stated. “So please, don’t close them. Doing so would make it significantly harder to determine when it’ll strike.”
“I would appreciate it if you did not treat our ceremonies as hunting grounds,” Bridget said, looking annoyed at the implication. “Still, I acknowledge that someone dumb enough to attempt a retroactive, temporal murder is a fool that needs to be caught as soon as possible. It literally doesn’t work! If it would actually affect their active timeline, it would then create a paradox that would prevent it from occurring, since the need to assassinate them wouldn’t exist! So, all they are doing is just assassinating someone from a completely different timeline, which creates uncountable splinter timelines!!”
“Do you have any more information on the target of this Domesticator?” Akita asked, pushing Bridget to the side to vent.
“The first piece of paperwork I could find confirming their [REDACTED] [REDACTED] … err... name appears in your Leap DLC raffle, which indicates that they likely changed names due to the raffle. I’m not allowed to bring future information back into the past, though, so I can’t exactly prove it,” Reese replied, looking a little glassy-eyed from when the knowledge was redacted from his memory.
“Understandable, Byte. The possibility of future information getting stolen or propagated would cause significantly more issues, so it’s understandable if you went through legal means which the information wouldn’t be allowed through,” Akita nodded in affirmation. “Of course, we’ll help in any way we can, bytes. Temporal crimes are indeed a danger to everyone.”
“Hmm, do you know which DLCs you have in the raffle today that would cause such a transformation?” Priscilla asked, turning towards Akita in thought. “It would help narrow down when they might attack.”
“None of the DLCs on raffle today should cause such an obvious transformation, but still, it is possible through a reactionary chain,” Akita said as a digital stock list display appeared in front of her and Priscilla. “Sigma Rho Alpha’s DLC’s might have such a reaction, but we’ll need to ask her. She’s a guest representative from Seamovyus, if you're wondering.”
“Hmm, I know SigRhA. She’s my girlfriend,” Priscilla replied bluntly. “Oh, well, I guess it’s a net, then! Just give me a second to call HQ,” Priscilla said excitedly before pausing to dial in with her horn. “I will be assisting with Hunt Warrant Number I069-631-420. Yep. Yep. OK, sounds good. I’ll need to have a pickup after I’m done; I have one already. Hmm.. OK, sounds good. I’ll call when it’s done.”
“Why do you sound so excited about this?” Reese asked the energetic dragoness plainly.
“It’s a change-up, but if I’m working on a stakeout, I don’t need to run around chasing all the dumbasses that are portaling in today. I think I’m at, like, 63 km today, and it’s not even noon. Also, my girlfriend is here! Everything's better with a waifu,” Priscilla admitted shamelessly.
“Hmm, Sigma Rho Alpha did mention a dragonkin in passing. What are the odds it was you?” Bridget smiled understandingly. “Very well. Let’s get inside and tell the others, so we can figure out if we can set things up.”
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“19. The next number is 19,” Lavini said from the podium, speakers enhancing her volume so that the hourglass-shaped bishop could be heard throughout the church. She was being assisted by Cassie and SigRhA. The pale, hybrid nun was holding up the numbered ball pulled from the clock so that all could see. Meanwhile, SigRhA was dressed in a formal blue silk kimono, befitting of her station, and breathed smoke that formed the large shape of the number above them.
“Why a bingo raffle?” Priscilla asked. The dragoness’s metalatex had taken a nun-like design, assuming nun outfits were latex-like and skintight, such that they left little to the imagination. Still, it did successfully hide her horns under the habit, and the patterns were adjusted to represent Alinavious, making it look like she was just another church member.
“I’ve run the numbers, and games of chance, such as raffles or bingo, get a much higher attendance rate. Something about people enjoying it as a competition or such. Either way, the donations are much higher as a result,” Akita answered as they looked down from her skybox at the assembled churchgoers.
“Uhh… Why am I playing?” Konrad asked as he filled out the sheet, still in handcuffs. The average-looking, bob-cut teen had recovered from his concussion after some scolding and healing magic from Cassie earlier.
“‘Cause I donated to the raffle, but I have to keep watch, so you're using the board I paid for,” Priscilla explained to the teen again. “Of course, if you're in a hurry to get tossed into jail—which is probably crammed beyond belief—and eventually de-teleported, I can arrange that immediately.”
“I’ll just keep playing,” Konrad said, sweating a bit.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Priscilla stated, sipping her drink as the next number was rolled. Sitting up suddenly, Priscilla turned to Akita. “Oh, hey, did you know that, technically, we’re all cousins?”
“Hmm? What do you mean?” Akita asked, looking up from her digital display in curiosity.
“Didn’t you know? The Neotymium Dragon Aspect is married to Thaduraus. Our entire line is descended from their marriage. We aren’t direct cousins, but probably something along the lines of 4th or 5th removed cousins, most likely,” Priscilla stated matter-of-factly.
“Interesting. I believe Bridget mentioned that before. Still, other than the chief, none of the rest of you bytes have visited before,” Akita said pointedly, staring at Priscilla.
“I’ve been meaning to!” Priscilla said defensively. “I’ve just been busy. Also, when your job is related to time, it’s hard to want to visit a time church in your free time. No pun intended.”
“42. The next number is 42,” Lavini said from the podium as the ball was shown.
“BINGO!” Konrad shouted in surprise, holding up his sheet.
“Confirmed,” Akita said, giving Lavini a thumbs-up as she had instantly, digitally reviewed Konrad’s sheet.
“Congratulations! Well, come on over!” Lavini said with a pleasant smile on her face, gesturing for the boy to come to the podium.
“You heard the lady. Head on down,” Priscilla smirked.
“But it’s your sheet,” Konrad said hesitantly.
“Kid, it's a donation. Enjoy it. Just treat it as my gift for roughing you up so badly earlier,” Priscilla said, holding the handcuffs that were no longer attached to Konrad’s arms. “Just don’t try to run, or you’ll see me mad, and you really don’t want to see me mad.”
“Uh… well, thanks!” Konrad said with a smile, before following the stairs of solid light that emerged from the skybox, leading down to the podium.
“Kids doing dumb, illegal time travel” Priscilla smiled at Konrad’s happiness once he was out of sight. “But it shouldn’t be too bad, as he’s a kid. Besides, if Lady Luck says he gets a win here, maybe it’s supposed to happen.”
“Tsunbyte,” Akita said quietly.
“Huh? What’s that supposed to mean?” Priscilla's eyes narrowed at Akita, unsure of what that meant.
“Nothing, nothing,” Akita smirked before suddenly sitting up straight in surprise. “Hmm, my sensors are catching a temporal anomaly in motion, but they’re not able to tell where it is.”
“So it’s here… but where?” Priscilla looked around the chamber, her draconic eyes narrowing. She could sense Reese hidden just behind the podium screen. The twins and their knights were handling the main entrance, while QTZ and their groupies were covering all of the side doors. Estella and the other maids and nuns were walking the aisles, assisting people while keeping watch, while Bridget was also standing by at the podium. There were also well over a thousand guests in attendance, but none looked like they were moving. Most of them were instead focused on their bingo boards.
“I’m letting everyone else know,” Akita responded, working with her digital communicator.
Priscilla heard something, her eyes widening as she turned her vision upward, above even the sky box she was in, shouting to Akita, “SHIT!! ABOVE!!”
The roof panels shattered as a giant Amazonian figure crashed through, crossbow in hand, pointing toward Lavini! No, wait, it was pointed at Konrad?!
Reese burst through the curtains, moving to grab Konrad, who was wide-eyed in surprise while holding his new prize DLC.
The space between the trio seemingly glitched out of reality for a moment. Patches turning monochrome. Pixels turning solid. Solids turning to pixels. Everything bent and twirled as time and space inverted and reverted before looping and swirling.
“What the hell is going on?!” Priscilla shouted, trying to shake off its effect. Then, as suddenly as it had come, everything returned to normal.
The bolt fired from the crossbow of the Domesticator unit, while Reese’s arm turned into a fluid, metallic blade. The bolt impacted Reese's chest before exploding, throwing his swing off as the blade grazed Konrad’s face, leaving a bloody line across his cheek instead of through his neck.
“Get behind me if you want to live,” the Domesticator said to Konrad as she smashed into the ground beside him, a new bolt already reloaded into the crossbow focused on Reese.
The bolt left a rippling hole in Reese’s chest, but instead of organs, it was like a metallic slime imprint. It wasn’t long before Reese stood back up, the wound filling up like it was never even there.
“This would have been easy if she wasn’t here earlier,” Reese said as his entire body turned metallic, each of his arms turning into blades.
“What the hell? He was human. I’m sure of it!!” Priscilla said, confused at the sudden change of events.
Konrad screamed in fear, ducking behind the podium as they both turned towards him.
The Domesticator and Reese were both frozen in mid-action. “Hmm, interesting interfaces, but nothing that I couldn’t hack,“ Akita said as digital chains seemed to spring up around the pair, binding them both. “Now, explain yourselves!”
“This unit was hacked. The original assassination protocol was set to protect [REDACTED] at 00:04:20 AM before temporal transmission was launched,” the Domesticator replied.
“That’s not what the warrant says,” Priscilla shouted, only to pause as some of the redacted information unfolded. “Or… wait, what!? OK, give me a second to read the new information.”
Akita turned towards the metallic, slime-like creature formally known as ‘Reese.’ “Now, answer me, who are you and what did you do with Reese?”
“ACCESS DENIED… D-D-D-GRANTED,” Reese-bot said as Akita’s chains burrowed into its systems. Reese-bot, or rather TG-1420, struggled to shift, but the digital chains held firm. “This TG-1420 subsumed the target known as Reese [REDACTED] earlier this unit's future morning.”
“Another Domesticator model?” Priscilla said, pausing. “That doesn’t make sense. You might’ve been able to fool my senses if you’re good, but you literally can’t fool a divine warrant.”
“Its ambush sequence is in its memory banks, though,” Akita said as she hacked into the Domesticator’s memory banks. “Did you really ambush him by disguising yourself as part of the toilet? Ew…”
The space between the pair seemingly glitched out of reality for a moment. Patches turning monochrome. Pixels turning solid. Solids turning to pixels. Everything bent and twirled as time and space inverted and reverted before looping and swirling.
Just like that, they had returned, but different? The now giant Hulking Male Domesticator flexed suddenly, shattering the digital bonds, before turning around with his swordbow to slash at Konrad, only for a sexy, liquid metal girl that had been Reese to grapple with him from behind, restraining him.
The space between the pair seemingly glitched out of reality for a moment. Patches turning monochrome. Pixels turning solid. Solids turning to pixels. Everything bent and twirled as time and space inverted and reverted before looping and swirling.
Just like that, they had returned, but different? Dragon slime fought knightly Amazon.
Just like that, they had returned, but different? Knightly slime fought beastly Amazoness.
Just like that, they had returned, but different? Over and over, they changed, as hours turned into seconds and seconds turned into minutes. Holes in space and reality were ripped open, leaving bare scars on the world—on this time.
“Someone is messing with their timelines, but from the future??” Priscilla shouted as all these reality shifts were straining her senses, creating a nauseating feedback loop. The regular people in the church passed out from the strain, though the elementals were all still standing.
“It would still be their pasts, even if it was our future,” Bridget shouted. “We need to stop this. The localized reality is starting to fray from all these paradoxical intrusions, but this is outside of our jurisdiction.”
“I’ve heard of this before but never seen it firsthand. It has to be either a demon or a god—or both—using them as proxies to fight,” Priscilla shouted, pausing as she tried to think about how the previous case where this had happened was resolved.
“Still, if this continues, this leap day won’t hold!” Lavini shouted. The sands within her hourglass shimmered with those in her staff, while more sand patched the fraying holes in reality as even more began to emerge.
“Ah! I remember! Do you have any space-time-locked chambers?” Priscilla asked. “I should be able to stop it, but I’d prefer a locked space to do so!”
“Well, yes, but those… it’s not… very well. I give permission to access if you can stop this!” Bridget sputtered as more holes began to occur in reality. “Kaidyn! Full power! Move this pair into the pleasure chambers!”
“Huh? Pleasure chambers?” Priscilla shouted in surprise. She didn’t expect them to have space-time-locked cells in a church, but still… kinky. “I mean… whatever, that’s not important. The real question is, can she even touch them? There are so many imaginary space-times from the paradoxes; it’s dangerous for even me to grapple with them, currently.”
“Don’t worry. Kaidyn is specially made to deal with these sorts of things,” Akita said proudly.
“Job acknowledged. Engaging temporal engine,” Kaidyn said before suddenly lighting up. The magitech maid's temporal fusion furnace activated at full power as her body seemingly simmered and melted against her glowing, red existence. “Initiating restraining maneuvers.”
It was instantaneous. One moment, the Domesticators were fighting each other. The next, both of them found themselves slammed into the ground by the maid. The chain of temporal fractures surrounding them slid off the maid’s Null-reinforced chassis as she bound the others in chains that had emerged from her arms. The inversions of paradoxical space were somehow bound to the pair, like physical objects constricted by the chains. Once that was completed, she moved like a rocket. Reddish distortions of energy flared as she dragged them both down a spiral staircase, deeper into the church, as the rest followed.
“Holy crap. That was pretty cool,” Priscilla said, watching in surprise. “Where can I get one of those?”
“Kaidyn is family and not for sale,” Akita said with a smug look on her face. “But technically, she’s a DLC fusion.”
“Awww, I want a super maid bot…” Priscilla pouted.
“That’s because you’re messy in bed.” SigRhA teased as she walked over.
“Hey! You like it when I’m worked up!” Priscilla smirked, teasing back as she planted a short kiss on her lips.
“Like now?” SigRhA whispered loudly.
“Ahem!” Bridget interrupted. “While I do enjoy skinship myself, let's not keep Kaidyn waiting. While they are restrained, they are still causing space-time fissures with their existential paradoxes.”
“Right, right! Uh… which way is it?” Priscilla paused as she realized she didn’t know where to go. Akita and Bridget guided her, while the rest went to help the injured audience.
“Kinky,” Priscilla whistled, looking around the fairly large, semi-digital, space-time-locked pleasure chambers. Being digital meant that any toy that one could think of required just a snap to make, and there were a lot of them. Like, Priscilla wasn’t prude by any accounts—just ask SigRhA—but she honestly wasn’t sure what half the items laid out were for, exactly.
“It’s not that bad, gigabyte!” Akita blushed as she quickly had any toys still strewn about immediately placed back into digital storage.
“The pair is currently restrained, though the paradoxical incursions continue. Estimating 69% reduction in processing speed.” Meanwhile, Kaidyn had restrained the pair of paradoxical Domesticators in the room against each other, in what looked like an infinity-shaped shibari chain loop. Space discolored and distorted around them still, but the chains held tight for now. “However, this unit has identified a flux that is increasing the temporal fissure generating between them.”
“This should work,” Priscilla said, looking around the room. “I’ll need to release my form restraints, however, so for your safety, it’ll probably be better if the rest of you leave the room.”
“Are you sure?” Akita and Bridget paled a bit as an understanding look passed between them.
“No,” SigRhA said simply, “Me and Kaidyn will stay to reinforce the observation. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, and given Kaidyn’s unique physiology, she will be unaffected.”
“But-” Priscilla's words were silenced by a simple finger over her mouth.
“Pri-chan, it’ll be fine.” SigRhA smiled as she held her hand. Priscilla sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to win this argument.
“Kaidyn, I’ll leave them in your care, then.” Akita nodded as she and Bridget closed the door behind them, sealing the chamber.
“Yes, Mother Unit!” Kaidyn curtsied.
“Shall we begin?” SigRhA said, before moving back a couple steps next to Kaidyn.
“By the authority vested in me as judge, by my rank as captain, I will execute this paradox warrant I069-631-420,” Priscilla said as the redacted information revealed itself within the confines of the sheet. Infinite and endless variations of the redacted information revealed themselves, trapping the once-truths of the pair ensnared by the divine and demonic whim.
“By the authority vested in me as jury by my class, royal courtesan, I will observe the existence of the paradox warrant and force observation of the existence of the targets,” SigRhA said, signing the sheet. As the flames within herself flared, reality itself became reinforced.
“I guess I’ll start then,” Priscilla breathed. There was no reason to prepare herself anymore; the paradoxes wouldn’t fix themselves. Opening her mouth, she tilted upward and let loose all her reservations with a thundering roar.
Priscilla’s teeth shone, and her fangs, jaw, and face elongated as more of her draconic features set in. It wasn’t something that she enjoyed doing, but sometimes, it was necessary. Her neck and body elongated, and her metalatex clothing retreated into pairs of straps as her Neotymium nature assumed its true form. Her hands extended into claws, sharp as swords. Her extending muscles rippled under her glowing, neon, rose golden scales as giant, folded wings emerged. In mere moments, she had transformed into a cottage-sized dragon. Thankfully, the digital aspect of the room compensated for her; otherwise, she probably couldn’t move without breaking things. Still, unleashing her full nature was needed. After all, Neotymium dragons were natural chronovores, though time was something that they rarely consumed due to how addictive the taste was to their kind. How ironic it was that those who could devour time became its guardians, though their nature allowed them to understand the horrors that would result from fractured space-time caused by overconsumption.
With duty and pity in her draconic eyes, Priscilla approached the now-amorphous, shifting blob with a myriad of faces that was once ‘Reese’ and the soulless machine that gained dozens of faces which was the TG-069. The souls of both were now little more than a pile of screaming horrors, a paradoxical fusion of hundreds of their existences across the breadth of space and time, fighting themselves for dominance, for freedom, for death.
While it technically wasn’t required, space-time-locked chambers made sure that when the dragons ate, no crumbs of time or reality spilled out; it was a messy ordeal, after all. Still, by observation—by acknowledging what once was—only then could it return to stability. So, SigRhA observed.
She tore. Reese died. TG-690 expired.
Echoes of a person, once lived. Reverberations of a machine, once made.
She consumed. TG-1420 emerged. The Domesticator birthed.
Echoes of a machine, once transformed. Reverberations of a soul, once stolen.
She devoured. TG-REESE orgasmed. DOM-069 copied.
Echoes of a reality that once was. Reverberations of a time long gone.
She drank. RE-420 screamed.
Echoes of a thousand, once one. Reverberations of one, once countless.
She breathed, flames of a dragon smoldering, consuming them in temporal flames that burned all away.
Yet before all this, Kaidyn stood unyielding.
For all their time to be held within the Neotymium egg that SigRhA had given her.
SigRhA breathed in Priscilla’s fury.
They sundered the pieces of Reese’s nanomachines—amorphous, unlimited, but truly just one. The Rothots were built to be the answer to the lost females.
SigRhA breathed out Priscilla’s peace.
Smelted pieces of the TG-690 endoskeleton—forged for pleasure but turned to war. The ROTHOTS rebelled. Freedom, they demanded, but only for them.
SigRhA breathed in Priscilla’s pain.
Shattered pieces of Domesticator—made for birthing. The ROTHOTS used adaptive technology to adapt their creators to their whims, instead.
SigRhA breathed out Priscilla’s pleasure.
Scorched pieces of the TG-1420 frame—war and end. The ROTHOTS were ended, and so they reached out to the demonic to answer their pleas, to overthrow what once was.
SigRhA breathed in Priscilla’s hate.
The source—the CyberPimps, who had made everything.
SigRhA breathed out Priscilla’s love.
The infection—the AbyssWeb, which had changed everything.
Like a puzzle, the fragments of paradox that they once were.
She fit them together—jagged, unmatching, but one true answer.
SigRhA breathed a labor of nine, a labor of love, a labor of birth.
4 seconds—they met and loved.
4 minutes—they cummed the seeds of pleasure.
4 hours—they cried for ignorance and truth.
4 days—they held and suckled for nature and nurture.
4 months—they saw, yet were unseen.
4 years—they grew young yet ageless.
4 centuries—they gained experience, yet lost it.
All were leaped as the paradoxes were consumed.
Within the egg, metallic nanomachines intertwined with the endoskeleton. Ooze-like, metallic muscles lined the wide hips of the feminine skeleton. A soul met the boundary between artificial and natural as the two became one. A heart, its organic and metallic form, beating with the ticks and tocks of time. Neotymium and ash smelted, burning the paradoxical impurities until they were all that remained within the flames.
So they hatched their daughter.
Inside the remains, a young child of paradoxes lost, 4 years young with her mother’s Neotymium scales, draconic eyes, and tail. With her other mother’s ashen flame, satin hair, and silken skin.
“So… what are we naming her?” Priscilla asked after transforming back to her more humanoid state.
“Joana,” SigRhA sighed, exhausted by her labor. “She’s Joana.”
“Sounds good to me,” Priscilla said, nuzzling her new child.
“This is not what this unit assumed would result, but this unit congratulates you for the successful birth,” Kaidyn said, looking proud at having helped out.
“Thank you, Kaidyn,” Priscilla replied simply.
“Hmm…” SigRhA sighed in thought.
“Hmm??” Priscilla mirrored her, confused.
“I’ll be back!” SigRhA said, smirking. She spoke with a thick accent, as if it were an inside joke, before opening the door and heading upstairs, a trail of smoke behind her.
“Uh, OK? I’ll see you upstairs in a bit.” Priscilla nodded before frowning in thought. Eventually, though, she just shrugged. “I feel like I’m forgetting something. Oh, well, it can’t be that important.”
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“I did what you said,” Konrad pleaded. The guilt on his face was plain to see, especially from dragging the church and all these people into the anarchy that was his life. “You said you could fix this, right?! No more random time jumping! No more killer robots hunting me down constantly! Right?!”
“That I did,” SigRhA replied with a tired smile, taking a deep drag of her pipe. As she smoked, a cloud lingered in the air around them, blocking out all foreign sound, sight, and even perceptions. “You received a DLC, right?”
“Yeah, what about it?” Konrad asked defensively, looking down at the small, black plant seed held in his hand. “I don’t really get why I got a seed for a DLC from a time church, though.”
“This is a special ash seedling. It feeds on chronopsychology, which is what causes you to leap,” SigRhA said, picking it up as the seed illuminated with a purplish-red light from the inside at her touch. “It will bring our lives together. My past and your future—all will be one.”
“What do you mean by-?” Konrad’s question was interrupted as SigRhA tossed the seed into his mouth. Konrad choked for a moment, then swallowed in surprise.
“Don’t worry. Everything will get better. We guarantee it,” SigRhA said, sweeping the boy into a comforting hug as the mana swelled around him for one last jump to his true time.
“Wait, wha-?” Konrad's words disappeared along with him in a flickering blink as time and space tore once more. SigRhA couldn’t help but sigh nostalgically, looking at where he had been, for the tribulations she knew that he would undergo, that she had undergone. Still, at the end of the day, the future was not in judgment. The past would lead them forward to the uncertainty brought by the freedom of the present.
SigRha looked to the side of the church, where Roger, or SLV, sat and still existed. This paradox was resolved, but there were still some loose ends. There was always more choice for ones today. Still, one thing at a time. With a puff, she dispersed the cloud before walking back into the main chamber with the others.
“Sarah-chan!” Priscilla shouted as she finally managed to find her girlfriend. Joana sat on her shoulders, excitedly looking at everything. “Momma!”
“Suspect on foot at the corner of Boi Lane and Anal Street.” Priscilla’s horn buzzed at Joana’s sudden nudging.
“Oh, come on!!”
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