Saturday, August 19, 2006

Absolute Power ch.17
Absolute Power
Mission: 17
Paths To Power

~Warning! Multiple Semi-Graphic Sora x Aveian sex scene, if that thought scares you, don’t read~


Kit: Why would you change the ways of your Kingdom like that?

Draka: Because I like you…

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The rest of the group stands back, listening. The view pans from one face to another as each speaks.

Sora: What an idiot!

Aveian: Leave it to Kit to seduce women while he’s trying to stay faithful.

Sora: (Sarcastic) Yeah, and he’s trying so hard too…

Draco: Well you can’t really be surprised, can you?

Foxxy: (sighs) Unfortunately not…

Draco: Allenby, how do you put up with that?

Allenby: Because… I love him…

Everyone looks at her; she notices their glances and immediately perks up.

Allenby: (happily) I mean I wouldn’t have made him my man if I didn’t like the way he acted!

Aveian: Either way we have to watch over Kit.

Foxxy: Gasp! Aveian is actually concerned over Kit and Allenby’s relationship? Foxxy is pleasantly surprised!

Aveian: (puts in and lights another cigarette) No, I just want to make sure Kit doesn’t do anything stupid, or get captured again.

Foxxy: (exhausted) I should have known…

Draco: Yes you should have!

Aveian: Allenby, Foxxy, tail him.

Sora: And for what calculated and tactical reason did you make that decision?

Aveian: Allenby is his lover, and Foxxy is his best friend, both of them control his heart and both would fight for him if Draka tries anything.

Foxxy: I’m glad you put such faith in us…

Aveian: You both know you wanted to go anyway. Just do your duty and protect Kit.

Foxxy: (at attention, saluting) Yes Commander! Lieutenant Foxxy will do her very best to watch Captain Kit’s ass.

Allenby jokingly matches the pose.

Allenby: And I will do my best to grope it at inappropriate times!

Aveian: Great, I already have so much confidence in this mission, move out.

Foxxy: (scoffs, under breathe) Ass.

Aveian: Moron.

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Darkness, slowly light enters, a blurred picture is seen, it focuses into Marane’s face.

Marane: So you’re awake?

Sylven: Why was I asleep?

Marane: In most operations the patient is sedated.

Sylven: I don’t trust you enough to let you do that.

Marane: What, are you afraid I’d rape you?

Sylven: Nothing you could do would surprise me.

Marane: You’re not my type; also, I don’t think it would work.

Sylven: What?

Marane Stand up.

Sylven stands and looks down at his form. He is still dressed in his plug suit, he looks completely the same.

Marane: Anything feel different?

Sylven quickly grabs his crotch, a soft knock is heard.

Sylven: Nothing… (Rubs his ass) Nothing… (Runs his hands over his arms) I can barely feel anything.

Marane: That is because most of your body is prosthetic now, your suit is thin bullet proof metal, it’s able to stop most personnel weapons; also, you lost most of your organs, including the reproductive and excremental ones.

Sylven: So I can never lose my virginity now?

Marane: Did you ever plan to?

Sylven: (reaches for his whip) That isn’t the point!

Sylven is surprised its not there, but as his arm extends, a whip springs from his wrist and slightly wounds Marane’s shoulder.

Marane: Did I mention that most of the inside of your body is prosthetic now too?

Sylven: What did you do to me?

Marane: I made you more powerful. You no longer have to eat, there’s a system on your back that draws in Oxygen to make energy, even without a current Oxygen supply you’ll be able to operate for 72 hours at full combat level, or on life support for essentially a year.

Sylven: So now my weak body can survive longer now, you’re done nothing but ensure my continual agony.

Marane: I’ve also enhanced you’re combat capabilities, you can now move at the border of human sight, and with mechanical joints and metal hands you can cause much more damage.

Sylven: So you really resting all of your hope in me, aren’t you?

Marane: You have to rest, you have a lot of incision wounds, you can test out your new body once they all close, wouldn’t want to try to fight and explode, now would you?

Sylven: Stop preaching to me, I’m not your follower, I’m using you.

Marane: The situation is mutual.

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Draka: (nervously) So are you ready to go Kit?

Kit: (claps) Sure am!

Draka: Then… let’s go! (laughs)

The two of them go to walk out when…

Foxxy: (leaping onto his back) Yo Bro!

Allenby: (Taking his left hand between hers) Hi Kit…

Kit: What are you guys doing?

Allenby: Comin along.

Foxxy: Duh, like we can leave you alone with her.

Kit: Is it okay with you Draka if they come along.

Draka: Is that what you want?

Kit: Yes, it is.

Draka: Then bring them along.

Kit: Good, cause I didn’t mind going without them, but there’s no way I could keep them here.

Draka: Today is for me to prove that our ways are correct; I can’t exactly let you be miserable while I’m doing this. (thinking) But I suppose I have to be miserable for you Kit, I just hope this works.

Kit: Thanks Draka.

Draka turns slightly and blushes a little.

Kit: And thank you guys, you are my support; I need you, thanks for being there.

Foxxy: Like we didn’t want to go…

Allenby: We’re just glad to have the chance to go with you.

Kit: So what are you guys going to do while I’m gone?

Aveian: Sora and I are going to survey this room.

Draco: I and I have to speak with my father.

Kit: Good, we’re all busy then. So you ready to go Draka.

Draka: (uneasy) Sure…

Foxxy: Well let’s go then…

Draka: (commanding once again) While I’m out Aveian is in control.

Knight: Understood Lady Draka!

Draka: (confident, leading the others out) Then lets go commoners!

Foxxy: Great… so kind already, this is going to go by so fast…

Draka: Shut up street urchin!

Foxxy: High class whore!

Draka: Bitch!

Foxxy: I’m a Vixen!

The group fades outside vocal range.

Aveian: Okay! I’m going to survey this room and study the controls. All soldiers leave this room immediately, report to the training grounds and spar with the Cavalry.

Soldier: We’re no match for them!

Aveian: You are also no match for me, they will humiliate you and toy with you, I’ll break and annihilate you.

Soldier: (terrified) The girls it is!

All the soldiers evacuate the room on mass in fear.

Sora goes to walk over to the control panels, but is stopped by a hand on her shoulder, her jacket falls over her arms, as do her tank-top and bra straps. She turns around to see Aveian staring at her strongly, his arms around her back, and her bra falls to his skillful fingers.

Sora: (Surprised and actually blushing) Aveian, I thought we were doing Re-Con in this room…

Aveian: The only thing I plan to study, is your anatomy, (hand goes down her shorts and into her) inside and out.

Sora: Oooooh Aveian!

Sora falls back onto the control panel; Aveian comes down on top, one hand around her back, the other massaging her inner-self. His face moving up and down her neck and chest, him stealing tastes of her sensitive flesh.

Sora: (sweating, panting and moaning) But… Aveian… I’m injured…

Aveian: (looking her in the eyes, as he takes of his pants and boxers) Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you… (Aveian pulls her shorts and panties down, and moves up and forward thrusting in his cock ) Too badly…

Sora: Hurt, oh god hurt me so badly!

Aveian: Roger that.

Sora moans passionately.

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Draco marches into the throne room.

Draco: Father, I must talk to you.

Lord Dracula: Yes my son?

Draco: (walks right up and stares his father in the eyes) What the hell is going on?

Lord Dracula: What do you mean?

Draco: The Alchemy, the impaling, letting Draka get the prisoners, Micrea, everything! What is the plan here!?

Dracula: To prolong all our deaths as long as possible…

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Draka’s faction walks down a long dirt path in a barren valley. Draka is leading, with Kit a pace behind and to the side, and the other girls just behind him.

Foxxy: (annoyed) Now not to say I don’t enjoy walking through lifeless, dead wasteland, because I do, but where the hell are we going?

Draka: (happily) Into town, we’re going right to the people.

Foxxy: And there aren’t any people, I don’t know NEAR the castle?

Draka: Remember the forest?

Foxxy: Oh yeah… (Drops head, quietly speaks) never mind.

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Aveian, his face and neck covered in red lip marks, with long scratches running down his neck and back as well, very tired and sweaty moves back to make another thrust, his hair throwing droplets of sweat off but he slips off the panel and onto the ground, Sora goes down with him, landing on top of him, she pins him down by his shoulder, he has more nail marks across his chest, shoulders and upper arms. Her hair slaps against her face and drips all over his. Sora stares down at him panting hard, her eyes wild. She is very happy, very sweaty, and very horny.

Sora: Yeah, you got me good, you got me really… REALLY wet! But, now you’re under my control, and I’m getting you back!

Aveian: (reaching into the pocket of his pants, which lay next to him) Good, if you’re on top, I can smoke…

Aveian pulls out a cigarette.

Sora: Oh no you don’t, the only thing going in your mouth, (her lips against his) is my tongue…

Her lips engulf his, she kisses and moans passionately, it’s a very deep, even more wet kiss, but Aveian slips his light between his fingers and sifts around for his lighter. Sora looks over while she continues to wash his mouth out.

Sora: (letting his lips free) Bad boy… (her lower body stiffens) I’m going to have to punish you.

Sora’s thin body slinks from the pelvis up, her lips running across Aveian’s face, her wet chest gliding across his, Aveian’s eyes widen, his hand quivers and drops its contents. Aveian breathes hard and moans softly.

Aveian: ooooooh, oh… God, Sora! aaaaaaahhhhhhh…!

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Sylven walks through the base he was taken to with the man who took him there.

Sylven: So this is what you call “low profile?”

The walls around him glow purple under black lights, and the way is lit by thin neon tube lights, each length a different bright neon color.

Marane: It’s less conspicuous than you think.

Sylven: The floor in chrome.

The chrome floor reflects their faces as they walk.

Marane: Chrome is a lot less likely to draw attention than weapons grade metals and electronics.

Sylven: Then what am I made of?

Marane: Spare Maintenance Bot parts, they’re built strong for everyday use.

Sylven: Something doesn’t feel right… (reaches back) My hair is longer… (reaches further) is there a bow in my hair?

Marane: Yeah.

Sylven: What purpose do either of those things serve.

Marane says nothing.

Sylven: Why is there a bow in my hair?

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The group keeps walking

Foxxy: Why are you doing this, I mean if you wanted to, you probably could have gotten us all killed by now?

Draka: My brother would never let that happen.

Kit: Draco, yeah, he sure seems to have the power to stop that.

Draka: Of course he does!

Kit: It seemed like your dad was ready to kill him too.

Draka: (disheartened) Maybe…

Foxxy: But I mean, I know you’ve never done this before, so why, after Kit objects, do you take us all out to prove its right, and prepared to change your countries long held traditions for us, lowly commoners?

Kit walks up to Draka’s side.

Draka: (looking down) Because…

Kit notices as she nervously twiddles her fingers and her cheeks begin to show red, then her head snaps up, and Kit drops back to his spot.

Draka: (collected) We’re at the town.

Foxxy: Good, and it only took 3 hours.

Allenby: Could have been 4…

Kit: (thinking) She was blushing! (Sarcastic) Great… (Dejected) How the hell do I get myself into these things…?

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Lord Dracula: We’re just prolonging our deaths, our enemies are close, and they are growing stronger. It’s only a matter of time now. At this time we are reduced to becoming demons to survive, abducting children, enslaving citizens, forcing our people into roles based on Genes alone, and killing all who oppose us in horrible manners.

Draco: But why all that?

Lord Dracula: To strike fear into the hearts of all in the land. The enemy fears to fight us, and the citizens fear to resist us. They even feel safe if they comply, because they see the Kingdom as powerful and insurmountable, they fail to realize that one day they will all be slaughtered mercilessly once this Paper-Dragon we have become folds.

Draco: (head down, body quivering) So you kill… (looks up, tears in his eyes, raging hatred and anger in his voice) TO KEEP EVERYONE FROM DYING!? You slaughter parents and steal children, and the people accept it because it assures them safety, and you do all this know that the people who bare this burden will someday be killed in vain!?

Lord Dracula: I never said…

Draco: “That this is right, it’s what’s needed to be done.” Tell that to Micrea, TELL THAT TO MOM!!!!

Dracula’s pupils shrink.

Lord Dracula: (infuriated) SILENCE!!!!

He raises his arm, the air trembles and Draco flies back, slamming against the wall, his back hits it, breaking his armor around the impact point, blood spurts from his mouth the wall gives in to his body and breaks apart, his back leaves a bloody streak down the wall, he looks up with squinted eyes, he reaches out towards his Lord, his voice raspy.

Draco: You use your evil deeds to cover your weakness… one day you will have to pay for your act..ions…

His body falls limp.

Micrea: (voice trembling) Brother… where have you gone brother?

Micrea jumps up, he rushes forward and falls down the steps, he takes several stairs hard and with no attempt to block them, he lands hard on his face and chest, and crawls, bleeding from many small wounds and bruised, feeling desperately on the floor and in the air.

Micrea: (wailing) Brother… BROTHER!!!!! Where are you brother! Speak to my brother! FATHER!!!! What have you done to my brother!!!!?

His hand finds Draco’s leg, which he traces up to Draco’s body and face, Micrea, wanting to get as close as he can, crawls forward until his face hits Draco’s, he then leans back a bit, his hand running over Draco’s cheek.

Micrea: Brother…?

Draco: Mi..cre..a-a-a…

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Foxxy: Look, a random peasant type person!

Allenby: Foxxy, be nice. They’re the clean clothes impaired.

Draka: (confident, looking back at Kit) Okay Kit, you think we’re all so easy, ask that woman about our policies.

Kit: (returning her cocky look) Fine, I will.

Kit walks up to the peasant, she is an old Lady in ragged clothes, her body dirty, her body worn and her face wrinkled.

Kit: Excuse me miss.

Peasant: “Miss,” well aren’t you the cutest little kiss-ass. I know by your stance, you want to say “Old Woman,” or “Hag.”

Kit: Yeah, I do. So old woman, are you alright with this Kingdom’s actions?

Old Woman: My son was taken to make Gold, and my husband was killed for treason when he tried to resist my son’s taking…

Kit gets a very sly look in his eyes; he looks back at Draka, who looks him dead in the eyes completely confident and sassy as ever.

Old Woman: …But, I know why it happened. My son was needed, and my husband couldn’t see that. When I lost them, my house had no men; I thought I would die a pauper’s death. But the Lord came to me in the night…

Kit: Dracula himself.

Old Woman: (holding her cheeks blushing, her eyes closed, shaking her head) Yes, and he looked so gallant and dashing, that young stud… oh the things I wanted to teach him…

Kit: Whoa, WHOA! Stop, please stop! I don’t want to think about old people fucking!

Old Woman: (laughing heartily) I suppose that would scar a young mind like yours. but still, you know what they say about older women… (Kit cringes) The Lord told me that he would pay for my lively hood until I died, and also that he had my Husband fed wonderfully and knocked out before he was put to the stake. He truly is a kind man…

Kit: (turns around) Is this true Draka?

Draka: (nods) Yeah, I knocked him out with my Alchemy.

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Sora: (riding Aveian with perfect precision) Good, now you’re playing my game…

Aveian: Sometimes I really resent you…

His hand creeps towards his stuff.

Sora: You can still talk; I’m must not be doing my job right…

Sora pushes down harder, she lengthens the movements; each thrust so much longer and harder. Aveian’s hand trembles, he grips his pants and moan harder, trying to hold it in.

Aveian: (panting harder, moans getting stronger) W-what… what are you trying to do… to me!?

Sora: Make you scream of course! And it seems like its starting to work…

Aveian holds his face in his hands, his breaths hard, Sora continues to lengthen her strokes and push harder. Sora goes past her level and starts moaning, but going at it harder none the less, Aveian tries to cover his mouth but fails, and all the pleasure explodes out.

Aveian: (shouting with pleasure, his voice filled with emotion and his breath heavy) Oh…oh…oh... god… how are… how are you doing this to me?!

Sora: (moaning, but overall cocky) Practice makes perfect.

Sora continues to rain down pleasure upon her fallen lover, who moans louder and faster with every push she gives.

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The two continue down the neon-chrome halls.

Sylven: Why is there a bow in my hair?

Marane: As you can see the Lab is maintained by Bots, they actually are quite intelligent, are far more productive then people.

Sylven: So that is the reason for the silence in this facility.

Marane: I need productivity, not companionship.

Sylven: I am so relieved I no longer have any way to be raped.

Marane: We’ve reached the main entrance, let’s see the town.

The two of them exit, outside it is pitch black, tall buildings all around stand with lights on, large neon signs, and huge monitor screens, but the screens show nothing, the windows have no shadows and no one walks the streets.

Marane: Derris Kharlan Capital City, Celestia. This section’s proper name is “The Edge of Nowhere.” But I like to call it “The Town with No People.”

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Kit: You actually did that for him Draka?

Draka: Yeah, of course!

Kit: Really, why though?

Draka: Look, it’s not as if we enjoy killing people, but we have to. We have to put up a scary front. We don’t want to make people suffer, just save all the lives we can. We have to show what happens to our enemies, including those who revolt in the Kingdom. All the enemy sees is a dead body and maybe a guy getting impaled, they have no idea the man can’t feel the pain of his death. We want to save everyone we can; even the martyrs have the right to be spared all we can…

Foxxy: Wow, I actually respect her, for that.

Old Woman: I miss my husband, and I feel for my son… but I know this is what the Kingdom needed to do, I cannot expect the whole land to suffer for me.

Kit: I can see that you are right Draka, we can go…

Draka: (gasp) No, no… I want to see what others think! Kit, I brought you down here to prove you’re wrong, and that I am right. I want to prove all that to me too, so lets see some other people.

Kit: Okay… (Thinking) what the hell is she planning?

Foxxy: Does this mean we have to walk through another barren wasteland?

Draka: No, all the villages are close together.

Kit: ‘Kay, where’s next?

Draka: A Cavalier’s house.

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Black Soldier: Do you even got one idea where we goin?

Chibodee: Yeah, I picked up a huge energy signal in the area; the only thing that could make that level of energy signature would be the KC.

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A huge Golden streak falls from the sky, crashing into a desert near giant pyramids and a man-headed lion.

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Chibodee: I have no idea why they would go to Neo-Egypt, but that is where they are!

Chibodee’s ship continues to fly as fast as its damaged frame can towards Neo-Egypt Colony.

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Deep underground, an evil plots.

Negeta: So where are they heading to now?

Operator: They seem to be heading towards Neo-Egypt.

Negeta: Why the hell would they do that?

Operator: There was a large energy signature detected there shortly before now.

Negeta: Good, send some of our MX forces to go destroy them, we can’t let any stray members of the flock join up again.

Operator: Understood.

Negeta: Everything is going according to my scenario…

Operator: (sweat drop, thinking) How can he say that? We were all almost killed, now everyone is scattered and hiding; and I haven’t taken a bath in a long time, I haven’t even changed my underwear, I’m starting to itch down there…

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Micrea: (sobbing) Brother, BROTHER!!!!

Draco: Micrea…

Micrea: (blissful) Brother, you are okay!

Draco: Yeah, just a few broken ribs, punctured organs, internal hemorrhaging, trivial stuff.

Micrea: Oh brother, please don’t die on me…

Micrea fumbles with Draco’s clothes, he undresses him completely, and taking out a small container, dips his finger in an electric pink gel, and begins running that finger over his brother’s naked body.

Micrea: (thinking) Do this right Micrea; don’t fail, don’t fail brother!

Micrea draws several Transmutation Circles all over his brother’s body.

Micrea: Work!

He claps and touches his brother, the reaction goes off. As the energy dies down, Micrea hears heavy coughing.

Micrea: Brother… brother… BROTHER!!!!!!?

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Draka stops the group in front of a modest cabin near a forest and creek.

Draka: This is the place.

Foxxy: Wow, this walk didn’t suck at all, shade, cool breezes… (bird lands on her head) hi little friend…

The bird furiously pecks her on the head, Foxxy then runs around in circles flailing her arms and yelling.

Foxxy: Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!!!!!!!!

The bird lets out a wet fart, the flies away.

Draka: (pointing) Oh my god…

Allenby: I bird just crapped on her head…

The two of them collapse laughing.

Foxxy: You!!!!!!!!!!!!

Foxxy pulls out her dagger, throwing it she pins the bird to a tree.

Foxxy: (distressed) Eeeeeeeeew, there’s poop in my hair… (Sniffle)

She feels a hand on hers, she looks back to see its Kit’s

Kit: Come one sis… lets get you cleaned off.

Kit leads his little sis down to the creek, as the other two girls stop laughing, and get jealous. Kit scrubs her head off, and washes out her hair.

Foxxy: (worried) Is it out?

Kit: Yeah.

Foxxy: Is my head okay.

Kit: Not a scratch…

Draka: Holy shit!

Kit: Huh?

Draka: This is a huge Woodpecker, twice as big as any normal one.

Kit: Yeah…

Draka: And your sister doesn’t have ONE SCRATCH from its beak…

Kit: I see what you mean.

Draka: And weirdest of all, she snapped its beak right off…

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Micrea: Brother? BROTHER!!!!!!

Draco: (coughing, but it sounds like he’s saying something) *Micrea* *Micrea* *Micrea* Micrea!

Micrea: Brother! You’re alright…

Draco: (cough, clears his throat) Micrea, (looks down) let go!

Micrea’s hand is now replacing Draco’s codpiece.

Micrea: Let go of what brother?

Draco: Unhand my sword!

Micrea: This is too soft to be your sword…

Draco: Let loose my Royal Scepter.

Micrea: You have a Scepter? (Feeling it with both hands) it feels meaty, and warm, I like the way it feels!

Draco: (face flushing) W-What the hell are you doing?!

Micrea: Trying to figure out what this is…

Micrea keeps trying to find out what he’s holding.

Draco: (snarling, stress marks building up) Let go of my cock!!!

Micrea: This isn’t a chicken.

Draco: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!! STOP GROPING MY PENIS “BROTHER!”

Micrea: PENIS!!!! EWWWWWWW!!! (Starts crying) I just molested my older brother!!!!!!!!!

Draco: (pouting) Wonder how many times Foxxy has said that…

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Sylven: Somehow I’ve heard those names before, all of them.

Marane: I may have borrowed a few.

Sylven takes a step forward, Marane try’s to follow, but Sylven pushes him back.

Sylven: My mind is still clouded, I can’t remember everything.

Marane: Well I did replace most of your body, I suppose you should try to sort things out, I won’t stop you.

Sylven: My body is still in bad shape, I couldn’t escape if I wanted to…

Marane: Correct, you need time to heal and my expert help to keep that synthetic body of yours, which means you’re all mine Sylven. (Smile and warm laugh)

Sylven: I’m leaving now…

Marane: Farwell my Ultimate Creation.

Sylven continues walking.

Sylven: Kit Sune. At one time we worked together, we were comrades… friends… but unfortunately now our destinies have made us enemies. You outshined me, I was to be its pilot, but you stole that from me, you stole my importance my meaning, and now I must kill you, I’ve gone through all this pain, I’ll live all the time needed to just to kill you. Call me, an “avenger…”

Sylven looks up at the sky, the stars, he sees one bright on, it seems so close, and the path he walks leads right to it.

Sylven: I walk all alone, through the town with no people… I’m searching for the one just for me to kill. But once I find the one just for me to kill, I have to kill him, and leave the one just for me to kill, so I search for the one for me to kill and only me to kill. Wait! What the hell am I saying? That makes no sense! In fact… God I’m as bad as Marane…

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Aveian: (crying out) Oh God Sora! Why are you… How can you… Oh God, stop, just stop!

Sora: (going even harder) What kind of soldier are you…? (throws her body back, hair throwing sweat everywhere, her nail leaving more tracks down his chest) you can’t take a little torture…? I guess I have to show you just what happens when you get captured… (Gives him even more)

Aveian: (almost hyperventilating) You are messed up in the head Sora…

Sora: (leaning in on her trapped lover) When you’re captured and tortured, the only way out is to give you captor (in his ear, her lips leaving bits of crimson on him) everything she wants…

Sora gives him so much more; Aveian goes crazy, grasping at everything, his lungs and heart going crazy.

Aveian: W-What the hell do you want from me… you crazy bitch…?

Sora: Tisk, tisk, tisk, such naughty language. First I want you to admit how weak and pathetic you are, that you are my pathetic helpless slave, and that I’m you’re seductive, irresistible master.

Aveian: And what if I don’t…

Sora gives him a reminder.

Sora: I’ll keep fucking your brains out and, (reaches into her makeup case, and produces a crimson industrial marker, removing the cap) I’ll have to show everyone just how weak you are, by branding you.

Aveian: Foxxy has done worse…

Sora: A-Cup might write “cutie,” on your arm in glitter pen. But me, I’ll write “slave,” across your forehead, “helpless,” down one arm, “weakling,” down the other. “pathetic,” across your cheek, “Sora’s powerless prisoner,” over your chest, “sex-toy,” on the front of your neck, cover your neck and chest with hickies and write “Sora’s,” on each one. I leave big ones.

Aveian: I’ll just wash it off…

Sora: This doesn’t come off for weeks, and just to be sure I’ll steal all your clothes. You need to make these soldiers respect you, kinda hard to do as a branded helpless boy-toy.

Aveian: Then I’ll get rid of that!!!

His eyes focus, then widen.

Sora: (sliding back up) You can’t focus when you feel like this. Now except my offer, or except my brands…

Aveian: I hate yo-ou-ou-ou…

Sora: Say it!

Aveian: (groans, moans) I’m your helpless… weak… pathetic… slave…

Sora: (screaming with pleasure) Keep going!

Aveian: Your property… your toy… yours to use how… ever you want…

Sora: (still moaning) AND?

Aveian: You are my owner, my master, I belong to you…

Sora: Good boy.

Aveian: Now stop…

Sora: No, now part two!

Aveian: Part two!

Sora: Yeah, I never said that was it… silly Aveian.

Aveian: What else do I do?

Sora: Well all that good, great, phenomenal sex must make you tired hungry, you should eat something.

Aveian: What?

Sora: (points to herself) This…

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Draka looks as Kit get washes Foxxy clean.

Draka: (thinking) That beak snapped off… she is just as special as her brother. And they seem so close. I guess if I want to get to Kit, or even live long enough to get him, I better not piss her off too much. (Out loud) Everyone okay?

Foxxy: (tear droplets in her eyes) My head still hurts… but I’m okay.

Draka: Then let’s go inside.

Draka knocks on the door; a woman about her age and resembling the black haired Cavalier answers it. She is practically exploding with sex appeal, with a hot face, tight stomach, nice hips, long legs, a firm ass, eyes that see right into your heart, a mouth that could kill you on give you life, hair to bind you to her forever, yet a chest like a young boy… Kit is mesmerized by this lady before him, he’s so awestruck he doesn’t notice Allenby approaching; she wraps her arms around his neck and rests her head on his.

Allenby: She is really pretty, isn’t she?

Kit: Yeah…

Allenby: I’d be just as awestruck as you, except one thing…

Kit: (looking up with his eyes) What?

Allenby: (running a finger over his lower lip) This guy here is a whole lot prettier, plus (putting a hand on his heart, and the other on hers) I’ve got him wrapped around my finger.

Kit places his hands over hers; they both shut their eyes and enjoy the moment. Kit open his eyes and looks back at her again.

Kit: (cocky) Wrapped around your finger enh?

Allenby: Or pussy whipped…

Kit turns his hands around, then the rest of his body, holding Allenby’s hands down at her legs, while he leans up, his lips primed, his eyes closing…

Kit: Well it’s not like you can resist me either…

They both close their eyes and are ready to plunge in when…

Draka: Ahem…. We have an interview to do.

Kit: (dropping his heels back to the ground) Sorry…

Kit and Allenby join Draka on the porch of the house; Foxxy prances up behind her brother cheerfully.

Draka: This is the mother of one the cavaliers that found you so irresistible, Sem Tran.

Tran: I can see why Clan liked him so much… (Licks her lips) he looks tasty!

Kit sees her face shift between her and her daughter.

Kit: Thanks…

Tran: If you would like, I could tell you all about my daughter, while I have you make me another…

Kit: T-that’s not…

Tran: Or, I could just grab you right now, lock you up in my room, bring my daughter home, and then we can share you…

Draka: Sem, just tell him about Clan.

Tran: Fine. As you can see, my daughter shares all my beautiful features, except my chest. In fact the only reason I’m not a cavalier is that my bust is far too small. My daughter learned of this, and began mastering Alchemy at a young age, see eventually learned of a way to manipulate her chest size, and after reaching the minimum entrance size of DD she was drafted and became a Cavalier.

Kit: And this doesn’t bother you, your daughter being selected for this based on just looks alone?

Tran: Are you kidding? These girls’ jobs are to seduce and bed as many men as possible, and kill most of the rest.

Kit: Yeah, they’re like soldier-whores.

Tran: If the wanted to keep one man as theirs, they could, if the wanted to capture and hold 20 they’re fine to. And if they want to have casual sex with as many men as possible, they can. As far as relationships go these girls can have whatever they want. How could I deny her that?

Foxxy: Wait, I thought they were virgins…

Tran: In the beginning yes, and its true that the hymen must be intact for them to continue service, but a long time ago one discovered a technique to repair the hymen after each encounter. So they are all virgins, they can repair all changes to their sexual organs, so that they are tight, fresh, and sealed every time.

Foxxy: Still, how about yeast infections, and diseases?

Tran: They also know how to clean that out, it has a proper name but its usually just called “Douche Alchemy.”

Allenby: Does that mean there was a “Douche Alchemist?”

Tran: Unfortunately, yeah…

Kit: That’s really unfortunate.

Tran: I know.

Draka: Well Kit, was that enough to convince you she doesn’t mind her daughter’s fate?

Kit: Yeah, we can go.

Tran: Awwwww, you’re leaving already?

Draka: We have work to do Sem, we don’t live off our families like you.

Tran: You could if you wanted.

Draka: True, but I have a thing called “shame.”

Tran: That’s your choice. Draka, if you ever get you hands on Kit, can you let me and Clan borrow him for a while? We promise not to break him…

Draka: Fuck off…

Kit: (merrily unaware) Where’s next Draka?

Draka: (shocked back to reality, uneasily) To the house of that run away Gold Maker you saw terminated…

Kit: But isn’t that about as bad as we could get?

Draka: I want to prove to you completely that we are right…

Kit: (sigh) Fine… (Thinking) You already have, but I’d rather let you play your whole hand…

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Draco re-dresses himself, his body is still weak, and his armor is shattered. Micrea is going crazy, clutching his hand and running around, often tripping or running into a wall, knocking himself to the floor. Draco walks towards his father, looking fragile, yet cocky.

Draco: You would kill your own son in memory of your wife? That takes conviction. I think I can bear to be near you now.

Draco walks towards the Throne Room door, he picks up what’s left of his armor.

Draco: Now I have to repair this, guess it’s good that I’m skilled at smith work.

Draco strolls out carrying his armor under his arm and his cape slung over his back.

Micrea: UNCLEAN!!!! UNCLEAN!!!!!!

Lord Dracula: My son; shut up and go cleanse yourself. Your father needs to be alone now.

Micrea: Right father!

Micrea runs off, hitting the wall face first, crawls back up, runs into the door, opens it, walks out and falls down a flight of stairs.

Lord Dracula: (face in his hand, shaking his head) Oh Lord on high, what has become of my family?

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Aveian: Hell no.

Sora: Come on Aveian, (seductive tone) you know I’m so wet and tasty.

Aveian: Sora, you know I’m not going to do that.

Sora: Yeah, and I know you’re about to be fucked to the point where you’re crying and begging for mercy while I brand you with this industrial marker.

Aveian: I’m not going to…

Sora stops his words with her pelvis, she gives him several hard pushes, until he is gasping for air and his eyes are watering.

Sora: You going to eat your treat now?

Aveian: Fuck you….

Sora: (pleasured moan) Gladly.

Sora rides him even harder, to the point she is screaming with pleasure, Aveian grabs his pants, bites his lips, his eyes shift wildly.

Aveian: (under labored breathe) I can’t take it anymore… I’ll do it. Just stop it already Sora!

Sora: (licking her lips, still riding him) Beg me!

Aveian: Please stop! I’m begging you stop!

Sora: (giving him a very long, wet, deep, passionate kiss on the lips) Good boy!

Sora gets off him, but holds a special part of him in her hand.

Sora: (spreading her legs a little, pointing between them) Now get your tongue ready, move in slowly, don’t try anything…

Sora slides her fingers up, and Aveian immediately gasps with shock, Sora lets him loose and Aveian starts to lean in.

Sora: (putting her hands on the back of his head) And eat up!

Sora feels a new wetness inside her and leans back stretching on her arms.

Sora: That’s right, lick it all up! You know you love it, the taste, the softness, the wetness and tightness. You know you just want to eat it all u-u-u-up… What the hell?

Aveian: What’s wrong Sora? Can’t you take a little pleasure?

Sora: Stop groping my tits…

Sora looks down and sees Aveian is still quite occupied, but yet her chest is moving all around, and she is blushing quite badly.

Sora: How…

Aveian: First, as you can tell, I’m not talking, my tongue is “busy” so I’m using telepathy, I’m usually not very good at this, but being as I’m eating you out right now, I think the connection is good. Second, since this isn’t mind-cloudingly pleasurable for me, I can focus my telekinesis, and use it to grope your chest…

Sora’s breasts move up and are squished in a little, Sora leans even further back, moaning and blushing.

Aveian: Tease your lips…

Sora moans pleasurably and licks her lips.

Aveian: I can caress your whole body.

Sora falls flat on her back, half screaming, half moaning with pleasure; each breath is a loud cry of pleasure.

Aveian: And now you can’t use the marker.

It rises from the ground and the cap twists off.

Aveian: But I can.

It floats over and writes “slut” write above her pubic hair.

Aveian: I put my brand where only I can see it. But I’ll make you pay for what you were going to put on me.

Sora erupts in a orgy of pleasured moans, every once of air in her carries the sounds of carnal desire.

Aveian: Actually I like this flavor a lot.

He wraps his arms around her lower body and starts trying to get every last drop of her essence out of her. Sora slowly starts to sit back up, still blushing and breathing hard.

Sora: Wow, guess he really likes it.

Aveian: Da… ou…

Sora: Yeah, he likes it a lot!

Lays back and rubs Aveian’s bare and scratched chest with her thighs.

Sora: (relaxing into the pleasure) Yeaaaaaaaaah, I’ll have to make this up to you later, because this feels SO good!

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The group reaches another village.

Draka: (pointing) That is the house of the guy you saw explodes, if that guy agrees with you think I’ve given you enough proof.

Kit: The first house was enough proof.

Draka: (walking up the stairs) Shut up Kit.

Draka knocks on the door and a young mother comes out to greet her.

Draka: Are you the mother of Gold Alchemist 2805?

Woman: I believe that was my son’s service number.

Draka: I must inform you that your son attempted to dessert, and his Terminus Seal was activated.

Woman: I suppose it couldn’t be helped…

Kit runs up next to Draka

Kit: Are you serious? Your son is dead and you can accept it like that?

Woman: He was chosen to be a service to his country, to give his free will so that his kin could live. What he did was selfish and wrong. He knew what his fate would be, and it6 was dealt to him by the hand of justice.

Kit: How can you say that? Do you even know how the executions are carried out?

Woman: Now that you mention it, it should be “The lips of justice.”


Draka and the woman both smile and laugh a little.

Kit: Stop fucking around! How can you two be so heartless!?

Woman: Look, I loved my son, I regret his fate, but if it wasn’t carried out this way he would have died none the less. If I were to hold back my son, than others would hold back their children, and we would not have Gold Alchemists, therefore we would not have money, and without it we could not supply the war effort. If the war fails then we would be conquered, and the enemy would kill us all brutally. My son died by being kissed to death, in his final moments all he felt was pleasure, the gore is to insure that and to scare others into not resisting. I pity the fate of my son up until the moment he tried to escape, but not after.

Draka: Thank you; that will be all.

The woman goes back inside and Draka steps down, Kit following, they join up with the other girls and start to walk back.

Kit: Well, if the tour is over I’m convinced.

Draka: So you’ll work along side me from now on?

Kit: Why not, it’s not like I mind being at your side.

Draka: (blushing and looking away, but saying it kinda pissy) Good.

Foxxy strolls up to Kit’s side, her hands behind her back stretched to her ass.

Foxxy: You trying to be kinky or something Big Bro?

Kit: Huh?

Foxxy: You have handcuffs on. Are you really that dumb or did Allenby just tell you to keep them on for later? (Giggles and winks)

Kit: I kinda forgot, guess I’m used to it by now…

Kit goes to stretch his arms and break them, but can’t seem to do it.

Kit: Shit. I can’t break them… Draka, are these extra strong or something?

Draka: No they’re normal.

Kit: Well you healed my arm, I should be able to break these.


Draka: I healed the pain in your arm. I don’t know Medical Alchemy, just how to alter feelings. I made you no longer feel pain in your arm, and for your to brain keep you from doing anything that would damage your arm. Plus I might have made you keep forgetting you were cuffed…

Kit: So your arm is still broken?

Draka: Yeah.

Kit: (sarcastic) Yay.

Foxxy: I’ll help!

She takes the hand cuff chain in her hands to snap it, but is stopped.

Allenby: Wait.

Foxxy: What’s up Sis?

Allenby: (slightly embarrassed, scratching her cheek) Foxxy, can you just have Draka unlock them, I kinda wanna use em on him later…

Foxxy: (impish smile) In that case go right ahead! Take it away…

Draka goes over and unlocks them, then walks past him; Foxxy passes by a second later, both delivering words of advice.

Draka: Kit, you’re gonna get it so bad later…

Foxxy: You won’t be walking any time soon…

Foxxy tosses the cuffs and keys to Allenby, who quickly catches up with her injured lover, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

Allenby: Enjoying your freedom?

Kit: (stretching and flexing his arms) Yeah.

Allenby: You better while you can, because you’re not going to have it very long…

Kit gulps, but remains happy.

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Multiple MXs fly towards Neo-Egypt.

Pilot: Enemy spotted, Operation commenced, let’s move out!

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Draco in his shirt, welding mask and gloves, is fixing his armor with a welding torch and smith’s hammer.

Draco: I wonder what those idiots are doing now. How did I end up working with these people, or back home? My life is so fucked up.

While he is pondering he manages to light his shirt on fire.

Draco: Oh shit!

Draco quickly throws his shirt off and continues working.

Draco: I have no idea why I even bother wearing a shirt, the sparks don’t hurt anymore.

Draco finishes the metal work then sets his armor in water to cool, then removing his protection, walks out of the Smithery.

Draco: I should see what Aveian and Sora are doing; they might have discovered some new information.

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Draka: We should check in at the CIC now that we’re back.

Foxxy: Good, I need to submit the report to Aveian.

Kit: Its my job, I outrank you.

Foxxy: But you will be busy.

Allenby: That’s right Kit, you can say hi to Aveian, then you’re coming with me and your not going to leave for a long, long time… (Cuffing his hands behind his back) (Seductively whispering in his ear) Because you are now my prisoner!

As they reach the doors to the CIC, Foxxy readies to give her report, while Kit readies to be dragged away. The doors open and as they enter…

(Ending music)

Foxxy: Commander, we’ve back and because the Captain is busy I’ll be submitting the… HOLY PEPPITA!!!!

Sora: (ravishing in pleasure) Oh yeah!!!! Get it all! Lick it all up!

Aveian: (between deep, wet, passionate kisses to her lady bit lips) Roger… that…

Draco walks in

Draco: WHAT THE HELL!!!!!!!?

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King Dracula is weeping openly alone in his throne room.

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Sylven sits atop a high building, staring at a white artificial moon, seeing only Kit’s face.

Ja Ne

(Outlaw Star music)

Foxxy: So yeah, this chapter was weird, really weird. Didn’t go at all like it was planned out, but hell, if you’re reading this, you read it, and that’s all that matters! Wasn’t Sylven so cute!? Maybe Marane should have built him with little ears that wires come out of. Or maybe build him a twin brother. Oh well, next chapter has more Sora and Aveian action, well a different kind. This operation can’t fail, after this it all comes together. If this fails a lot of people die, so what is the Commander thinking, we can’t trust Sora alone out there, she betrayed us once, she’ll do it again! Nobody changes! Well, I’m sure everything will turn out okay… right? RIGHT!!!!!!!? Next Chapter of Absolute Power: Redemption. You better get ready!



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