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Act V: To Topple Even God

Zerrex's wish, unfortunately, didn't come true: he wasn't able to end the war within a week... or even in twenty days. Twenty-eight days later, exactly four weeks after Paradise had risen from the corpse of Uroboros... the war was still raging on. On the other hand, though... they certainly had made a hell of a lot of progress.

The first thing the Drakkaren had done, after seeing Paradise rise from the earth, had been to go and check on the genetics capsules... and thankfully, none of them showed red or reported any permanent genetic damage, even though they had obviously all been joggled around a bit. That had likely been in part thanks to Marina, however; at the first signs of the shaking, she had quickly made her way out of bed, staggered down the hallway... then fallen over and winced as she'd stretched out her mind to grasp the capsules with it, using her telekinetic powers to heft them all gently off the floor and keep them safely floating and free of the rougher shakes, before putting them gently back down and simply laying half-in and half-out of the doorway until her father had found her.

Zerrex had then been forced to take part in a 'committee meeting' to discuss their plans for attacking Uroboros and what had just happened: the rise of the machine they'd all learn soon enough was called Paradise. After wasting an hour trading barbs and insults with Churchill, they'd finally settled on doing the obvious: tracking the flying fortress and assaulting Uroboros only when it was deemed safe.

Over the next few days, they'd suffered a pathetic attack from a disorganized wave of soldiers, Empty Ones, and a Titan wielding a massive stone-headed hammer... but it had been almost ridiculously anticlimactic. Zerrex had manned the rail cannon and taken down the latter with a single shot to the chest, Huck cheerfully explaining how the weapon worked, while the sounds of a gunfight erupted outside, and Albatross - positioned on the roof - and his team of snipers had targeted and killed the Empty Ones using magnum carbines and headshots.

It had lasted all of fifteen minutes, then Huck had restored the magnetic shield: they'd shut it down to deal with the enemy soldiers. They only had one casualty on their side, and three wounded, compared to forty-two enemy casualties, including thirteen Empty Ones and the single Titan.

The rest of the enemy forces had vanished from where they had gathered in front of Uroboros... and the city itself was defended only by a bare minimum of soldiers. After a week of preparation - including sneaking platoons of soldiers in to every checkpoint and secret area they could think of - Zerrex, Huck, Albatross, and Churchill had finally led an assault from every edge of the compass.

The Drakkaren had also been learning to control his size-shifting ability with Marina and Drake's help - both of them fairly willing, although it had taken Drake some extra convincing; he seemed to feel strangely betrayed by Narrius's actions, or at least disgusted with the fact he wasn't the prized pet project after all. Finally, though, he'd relented... and they had begun their work on training and honing the Drakkaren's strange new talent.

Therefore, when they'd made their charge, Zerrex had led a special unit of Dragokkaren with the same genetic property as himself; of course, since he had the original prototype ability, they were able to shift upwards faster and larger than he was... but the fact that he could still stomp around as a twenty-foot giant certainly had its appeal, nonetheless, and Zerrex wasn't going to complain if most of the unit managed three-to-five extra feet on him. He and twenty others attacked through the main gate, drawing enemy fire and the attention of the tanks as they moved in at their smallest sizes first, blinding the line of enemy vehicles with smoke grenades... then shifting upwards and simply picking the tanks up in pairs, throwing them into buildings or flipping them upside down, and knocking over the few Combat Armors that were also posted to support the line of heavy armored vehicles guarding the main entrance.

Albatross, assisted by Marina and the rest of his sniping team, had attacked from the north end of town, silently climbing the walls, then using their position and the advantage of surprise to take out enemies posted in turrets and on rooftops, before getting to work on wending their way deeper into the city, pausing every now and then so Marina could use her psychic powers to feel out the minds of others and give information about their location, and if they had noticed the group of soldiers prowling silently from roof-to-roof and silently dispatching the occasional guard.

Huck, meanwhile, blew yet another hole in the wall of the city, and led in his team of five jeeps: these, however, were outfitted much better than his last set, with machineguns on either side of the fast vehicles and a larger recoilless rifle on the back, loaded with exploding shells that would scatter shrapnel in every direction. As always, Huck's job was to cause as much of a ruckus as possible to draw out any other soldiers... and he was grinning like an idiot as he manned one of the cannons, shouting cheerfully: "Hey assholes! Party time, come and taste the entrée!"

That left Churchill, who had originally opted for a quieter entry with grappling hooks, but had instead been forced to use plastic explosive to knock a hole in the wall for the amount of soldiers he wanted to flood the city with: a full five platoons of his 'elite military,' which meant whichever fifty GA had kissed his ass the most and gotten this duty as a reward. He marched bravely at the back of the pack in full combat armor, guarded by a wall of senior soldiers as he shouted battle slogans and various ridiculous political ideals like 'freedom for all.'

Zerrex's goal, once in the city and past the main offensive line of tanks and Combat Armors - which had been, in his opinion, far too easy to get past - was to find the other heavy assault vehicles and destroy them as well, in order to cripple Narrius's defense forces: in order to better do this, Huck had printed several satellite images and marked known blockades and transportation hubs where the tanks would likely be waiting. Zerrex immediately rushed towards these with his group, the Drakkaren shifting down several sizes to conserve energy... and so he could better use his newly-regained Blackheart, the sword seeming to almost shimmer in his hand as he sprinted to keep up with the enormous Dragokkaren in their shape-fitting and stretchable lightweight armor.

Albatross, Marina, and the rest of the snipers, meanwhile, set up around what had once been the center of town, but was now just a hollow, shattered crater than went who knew how deep into the earth. They sat silently in spots that had already been marked out for them as safe by the many soldiers laying in wait all throughout the city, every now and then picking off a soldier as he ran from some place to another, but careful to leave alone the commanding officers, generally marked by their expressions of terror and the huge convoys of Enforcers they moved in, as much as their uniforms and medals.

Huck, of course, was gleefully blowing things apart as he rode around in his jeeps: not usually the best choice for assault, but perfect for breezing through the narrow, twisting streets of Hez'Ranna, easily evading the enemy tanks and flattening infantry as Huck signaled every now and then for a soldier to toss an invention that the Dragokkaren was very proud of: a chaff and flash grenade duct-taped together, which would temporarily block all radio waves and electrical transmissions in the area, causing all manner of distortion on the enemy scanners... while the flash grenade worked to stun any infantry attempt to follow them, and likely blinded any poor bastards attempting to watch them through thermal imaging.

Churchill's job was more basic: sweep through the city towards the center, eliminating and driving back any enemy forces they came across. Even if the Colonel-General had no clue what he was doing, and flinched at every few bursts of bullet-fire, his soldiers at least remained competent enough to follow through with their jobs without any trouble.

After an hour of rampaging, Huck finally drew into the checkpoint they'd decided on, finding Zerrex already waiting for him, panting and bloody, with only a few of his original team members; the Drakkaren looked more pissed-off than damaged, however, but Huck still couldn't resist asking as he leaned out of his jeep, at the battered look of the other Dragokkaren: "Holy shit, what happened?"

"Fucking combat armors ambushed us in a parking lot they were using as a refueling hub... they must have been tipped off by some coward watching from the sidelines." The reptile grumbled, and Huck got the impression that the Drakkaren was a bit more irritated than he'd guessed at first. "Morons tried to use incendiary rounds when we took cover in one of the stairwells, probably to smoke us out... they ended up setting their own fuel dump on fire instead, blew the whole goddamn thing to pieces. Me and these crawled out of the wreckage... the others didn't make it." A pause, and he added dryly: "On the bright side, we took out most of the tanks on the eastern half of the town and all around the gates, at least."

"Shit." Huck winced, deciding this likely wasn't the best time to talk about all the fun he'd been having with his explosives, then he paused and tilted his head. "My hearing's a bit off... but are those air raid sirens?"

Zerrex tilted his head as well, then he frowned a bit as Drake told him what he thought they were. "No... I think it's a full alert." A pause and a ruthless grin, as Zerrex - standing currently at ten feet tall - shouldered Blackheart easily and said softly: "It sounds like our friends are finally coming out to party and play."

"Great." The Dragokkaren leaned on the door of his jeep, fumbling in the multi-pocketed combat vest he wore as he added easily: "You're really frigging scary, you know that, right?"

"I get that a lot." Zerrex responded mildly, then he covered his eyes as Huck produced a flare gun and rose it into the air, the Dragokkaren doing the same and wincing before pulling the trigger, and sending up a bright blue star into the air. It hung there for a few moments, then slowly began to fall, sputtering out on the way down and leaving a streamer of black smoke behind it.

A few moments later, the two looked up - and Albatross, resting silently on a fire escape above in tight, black leather, with a heavy Kevlar vest on and his hat cocked at a jaunty angle, gun cradled in his arms, rolled his purple eye - at the sound of Churchill's voice booming through the city streets, shouting: "Uroboros military! This is your sole chance to surrender! If you fail to do so, you will be shown no mercy, and..."

Churchill's loud, pompous voice soon became little more than background noise, as Huck jerked his thumb towards the general direction it was coming from and asked Zerrex idly: "You think he realizes that we just made him like, the complete center of attention for every soldier in the area?"

"Probably not." Zerrex snorted and shook his head, smiling a bit at this as he rolled his shoulders, then used Drake's energy to lock Blackheart safely against his back, stretching his arms out and flexing a bit as he continued mildly: "He's a bit of an idiot, after all."

Idiot or not, however, his voice did the trick, either through his carefully-chosen words or the sheer torture of listening to him rattle on for hours on end. The fact that eighty percent of the remaining military forces were taken hostage by rebel soldiers in plain clothing, but toting very large weapons probably also helped... as did the fact that one of the commanding officers suddenly fell down dead with a large bullet hole in his head when they attempted to meet in a dark back alley, and no one could identify where the hell the shot had come from.

In the end, Uroboros was successfully taken: that night they began the cleanup operations, fortifying the city against enemy attacks, and moving soldiers and slaves into more comfortable quarters. After the brutal reign of the Patriarch, many of the civilians were also more than willing to help them, offering shelter and supplies where they could... and most of them murmuring in horrified voices about what had happened here, and the destruction of the inner city from the movement of Paradise.

As expected, Narrius retaliated with several attacks on his own city, blasting apart buildings he likely deemed important or thought would be used against him... but this time, they were able to defend themselves, knocking more than a dozen planes from the sky and causing the others to turn back. Huck was also able to put his engineering skills to work on the heavily-damaged magnetic shield over the Untouchable District, which for a while had been flickering on and off like a dying nightlight... but after realigning the machinery and tightening a few screws here and there, the Dragokkaren got the machines up and running again... and even promised to have several other districts safely covered by the same kind of device within the month.

Churchill moved into Uroboros, offering gallantly to take command and make sure that the soldiers were well-disciplined and well-kept... and Huck moved steadily back and forth between Uroboros and the rebel base - which had officially been designated the headquarters of the Hez'Ranna Resistance Movement after their monumental success in taking Uroboros over - while Albatross and Zerrex spent most of their time at the base. The former said that someone responsible had to keep an eye on things... and the latter reptile simply didn't want to spend his time cooped up in a city where his only memories were of people attempting to kill him in one way or another.

Thirteen days after Paradise rose from the depths of the ground, Zerrex woke up to do his usual check on the capsules, carefully sliding out of bed and around Marina - who was snoring and drooling a bit on her pillow - and then stepped into the room to find with amazement that one of them had opened... and the female was standing with her back to him, looking down at herself, scales still shimmering and a puddle of liquid on the floor around the capsules. But even from here, he could tell she was beautiful... tall and slender, with a sculpted body and her scales tight on firm muscle...

Then she turned towards him and smiled softly... and her eyes sparkled a brilliant blue, much lighter than the darker navy over her chest... and over her body, her scales were emerald: her scales the same color, almost exactly, as his now. Cindy looked at him lovingly, standing naked there, her body flexing a bit, just an inch or two shy of eight feet tall, her breasts a good size but perhaps not as large as before, and then she said in the gentle voice of a body that was eternally sixteen years old: "Hello, Daddy."

He remembered hugging her tight, so damn tight, curling her against his chest... and he remembered that they cried... so much it woke up Marina, who joined them, cried with them... and they spent the whole day in bed. Cindy talked about wonderful she felt to be awake and alive again, how she felt complete now, and secure and happy... and Zerrex remembered holding her hand quietly the whole goddamn day, and curling up with her that night, Marina grinning a bit as she teased that she was going to give her father and big sister some quiet time together.

"We don't have to, you know." Zerrex said softly, but Cindy had looked at him with amusement, eyes sparkling in way that said 'I'm not that naïve.' Then he'd coughed and grinned a bit, rolling his shoulders as she'd pushed close and gently guided him down... and it had been good. It had been so damn good.

They'd kissed quietly, both of them naked, the Drakkaren taking on the old size he had used to be, before they'd come to Hez'Ranna... and soon, he'd found himself thickening, lengthening, getting hard... and she'd gently stroked him as he'd lain on his back, carefully guiding his thick shaft between her legs before squatting down on it, moaning quietly and tilting her head back... and he'd thrusted up as she'd dropped down, piercing her hymen, and they'd made love in the way that Lone had stolen from him all those years ago, him the experienced, powerful male, her the virgin, this her first time, the unbroken angel giving her innocence to the devil knight.

A trail of her innocent blood had rolled down his shaft... and tears had leaked down her cheeks from her eyes, as she'd let out the softest of moans, lowering her muzzle towards him, pressing her hands against his masculine breast... and he'd gripped her hips, grunting softly as she'd continued to push down, her legs straddling him as she moved inch-after-delicious-inch downwards, taking him in, feeling him filling her up, and it wasn't the first time but yet it was, and it was delicious and painful, and he was so huge... so powerful... and she wanted him all inside her. She groaned quietly, arching her back and trembling a bit, her breaths coming in soft, hot pants as she rolled her hips slowly... then she grunted quietly again as she settled against him, her torn lips kissing into his crotch, their eyes meeting. She wanted more: and he wanted to give her more.

They moved together, and it was wonderful: she bucked her hips, drawing up and rolling down, her hands gripping tightly into her own hips, mouth open in a gaping, soft moan as he rocked upwards and drew back in time with her movements, feeling that trickle of blood slide along the base of his penis, then down one testicle and to slide gently further down to the underside of his tail, and finally to the sheets below. She rocked and bucked, and he slid his hands up to lace with her fingers and cup her hips with his palms, and she groaned lovingly as she leaned down over him.

Their breath travelled over each other's faces, and they studied one-another's expressions, eyes gazing deep into each other's soul as they moved and ground together. Finally, she slid down against him, curling her body against his chest as she rocked and gyrated her hips, the Drakkaren thrusting a bit harder up into her body as she moaned against him in hunger and need, her sweet fluids spilling out now with that streamlet of blood from her sex, her hips bucking a bit harder as she slid her hands up to grip his shoulders. He felt her breasts pressing against his chest, tilted his head back as she kissed at his throat, grasped her hips tight in his hands as he half-closed his eyes in ecstasy... but resisted the urge to give in, instead letting the pleasure mount and mount and mount...

She writhed and moaned hard, fingers squeezing into him as she pushed her head against his chest and had her first orgasm of that night: her fluids rolled down his shaft, spilled down his crotch, her body rocked and ground against his chiseled muscles. He murred softly, sliding his arms around her body and embracing her tight against his chest, beginning to rock harder, harder into her, holding her close as she whispered words of love to him between her soft moans of bliss.

He groaned quietly, beginning to pick up in speed after a few minutes... and she did as well in her movements, as she spread her legs wider; then they rolled in one fluid motion, him on top, her below him, his hands still grasping her hips as he hilted into her for a moment, her sex squeezing his passage tight, grasping it like a hot vise as she arched her back and let out a gentle cry of bliss, feeling him so hot, so hard, so powerful... and he loved her, he loved her, he loved her... they moved together as one as she held her legs open for him, felt him draw back and penetrate deep with his great length again and again, as he grunted quietly and slid his long, powerful member into her over and over... but gently, gently... passionately... their sweat mixing... their bodies moving as one as she arched her back and felt her second climax strike.

His body dominated hers... but protected her at the same time. He was gentle as much as he was firm and powerful: as he slid his length into her tight confines again and again, he rocked her body, but never hurt her... it always felt good, it was always so damn good. And they kissed... they kissed, and their tongues danced, and his always wrestled hers down, pushed hers back... but never did he bite or pin his hands holding her hips tight, squeezing into her waist, as her legs bucked and her own hands moved over his chest and grasped his shoulders...

The kiss broke, and they panted quietly to one another, before Cindy finally moaned and Zerrex arched his back, his speed increasing, and they both gave in to the ecstasy, the pleasure of the climax, the power of the orgasm: their bodies rocked together powerfully, lovingly, and they cried out as one as Cindy's juices flowed forth and Zerrex's seed poured into her... and when it was done, he lowered himself slowly atop her, still buried in her as she clutched at him lovingly, and the two panted softly together before he finally drew free... they rolled over, and his softening shaft was squeezed between their bodies, the last of its strong semen leaking forth as her tattered vagina leaked its own essence of blood and seed... the two looked into each other's eyes, panting softly, bodies covered in sweat, the smaller female resting against the bulky, powerful male... and Cindy whispered softly: "I love you, Daddy..."

"I love you too, Cindy... my daughter..." Zerrex murmured gently in return... and soon enough, they were both asleep.

The fourteenth day was wonderful for Zerrex as well, as he outfitted Cindy and went over his duties with her... and what she could do to help out the base and Uroboros. Marina - with her telepathic powers - was much better at communicating exactly what had happened here... so Zerrex let her fill her big sister and mother in on those details, letting them bond and get to know each other again at the same time.

The two ended up taking over watch duty for that day in Uroboros... and Zerrex was somehow unsurprised when Cindy came back in her own type of wear instead of the standard military uniform: an exercise top, a pair of leather pants, high-heeled motorcycle boots... and her standard spiked bracelets and spiked collar. Marina, at least, came back in the uniform, with her sleeves rolled up and a plain rawhide harness on, staring at her mother oddly... but by some strange, silent agreement, they had all decided they preferred the title of big sister for Cindy instead of mother.

On the fifteenth day, while the others were out at military duty, Zerrex took a moment from running through exercise drills with some platoons - Churchill would kill him if he found out - to checking in on the capsules. And when he stepped into the room, he was immediately tackled by a cackling hermaphroditic Cherry, who yelled gleefully: "Boss! I have a dick! Sweet fucking ass!"

Cherry, obviously had also used this new part of her body several times, and ended up smearing Zerrex's uniform with the seed she was now capable of producing... and for a while, Zerrex could only stare at her, before finally asking: "Why did I bring you back, again?"

"Fuck you too!" Cherry retorted... then they looked at each other and hugged tightly, trading a kiss and mumbling gentle words that sounded strangely like 'I love you' under their breath. Then they withdrew... and Zerrex took a good look over Cherry's new body.

Her scales had kept their strange pink-red color that he'd seen on her as Breeding Queen... but when he'd commented on this, she'd winked and made a crack in the realm of: "Well, today I felt like being cherry-flavored." A moment later, however, her scales had flickered to black, and she grinned, winking. "Now I'm the same flavor as your dick!"

The female's body, of course, had also taken on its old musculature... not quite as impressive as just before they'd gone to Hez'Ranna, but Cherry had cheerfully showed off the other power she'd accidentally discovered in her first five minutes, after making an idle wish of: "I couldn't be happier with a big cock... unless I could make stuff bigger, too!" And with that, she'd discovered that she could shift her size up and down... and more specifically, the size of her musculature.

Normally, she stood at roughly eight foot five... finally able to boast being larger than Cindy, and even Zerrex. This also made her cackle, until Zerrex cheerfully explained that he could size shift too, and just preferred to stay at smaller sizes for ease of movement and whatnot, which flattened her glow somewhat. She muttered that she was going to find out exactly what her full size was... but then Drake decided to take that moment to pop out, reaching out of his body and grasping his shoulders, then hauling his upper body up out of his back and looking at Cherry idly as she paled and stared. "That's not such a good idea."

"Holy fuck, it's a necrophiliac!" Cherry yelled in apparent horror, then slapped at Drake... which knocked both Zerrex and Drake to the ground. The reptile never really figured out what she meant... but he had to quickly explain exactly what the hell was 'wrong with the fucker that came out of his fucking back.'

It took about five minutes to stop Cherry from kicking him... and then five minutes into his explanation, she said cheerfully: "Look at my penis!" Which... made Zerrex stare at her flatly... then grin dumbly and agree as she worked herself up to another erection.

The addition in the crotch and one other thing were the only new things on Cherry's body: the other was a strange Mohawk of golden fins on her head, which went from the back of her neck to her forehead, a row of five fins with the largest in the middle. He poked at these for a moment, then Cherry barked at him irritably: "Oh, come on! Look at my boobs! Or my dick!" She paused, then grinned dumbly again: "It's awesome!"

Cherry's penis was almost just like his: a thick, veiny black shaft, with a pair of large, black testicles dangling below these, as Cherry's scales flickered and returned to the normal color she'd always, the beryl that faded slightly over her chest. She smiled slightly as she winked up at him and leaned back, saying cheerfully: "You like my big cock? Looks like twenty inches, huh?" A pause and a grin. "When I'm this size. I can't wait to see what I look like biggest."

The muscular female had cackled again, then tackled him again and squeezed him, before murring softly and kissing at his neck, their arms wrapping around each other and holding tight to each other, meeting one another's eyes, before Cherry murred quietly and ground her thick cock against forwards against Zerrex's body, and the female said cheerfully: "So... wanna play for a little while?"

Zerrex rolled his eyes... but five minutes later, he was sitting in bed with Cherry, and they were both resting together and kissing gently, their hands grasping each other's lengths and Cherry's other arm around his shoulders, and his playing idly with one of her huge breasts as he leaned towards her, murring amusedly before he drew back, their tongues flicking each other's once in the air before he asked softly: "You remember..."

"Cynterra? I think this is definitely some of her doing..." she murred quietly, her eyes closed, bowing her head forwards as she panted gently, bucking her hips lightly as she grinned dreamily at the feeling of Zerrex's hand moving idly up and down her shaft, squeezing and pausing at slow intervals. "Oh holy shit, and I thought I was... ooh... good at this... either you've been spending some extra time with the boys or just jerking off a lot..."

"Don't make me stop, Cherry." Zerrex replied in a stern but teasing voice, then he slid a hand for from jerking her shaft to sliding two fingers under her testicles and between the lips of her sex, making her twitch and moan hungrily. He grinned at this for a moment, then leaned forwards and teasingly kissed her cheek as she began to stroke him faster, her other hand squeezing her tight around the neck. "Because you know I will..."

"Ugh... fuck... I don't wanna shoot all over my tits again by myself..." she moaned again, as Zerrex reached up to begin stroking her thick cock a bit harder, making the now-hermaphrodite buck a bit as one of Cherry's eyes twitched, her tongue lolling out as she stared up at the roof in ecstasy. "Oh come on, Master Zerrex, fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard!"

Zerrex snorted amusedly, then he reached up and grabbed her shoulders, twisting her and shoving her back down on the bunk bed, making her grunt in surprise as her back hit the mattress hard and several of the springs clanked loudly inside, the reptile grasping his own thick penis and stroking it teasingly, a bit of his pre leaking from the tip and rolling down his shaft, making the bulging head of his thirty-two inch length glisten in the light as he slid back off the bed and stood in front of her. He grinned hungrily, saying softly: "Why don't you beg for it, bitch? Why don't you beg for my cock..." A pause and a murr. "And I'll give you an extra-special treat if you do... you worthless whore."

She looked up at him with eyes that filled with a strange brightness... or rather, a loving, happy darkness, as she gladly accepted that position: his second, but nothing compared to him; his favorite slut, bitch, slave... but also his favorite punching bag and toy. Her cock trembled, her body shivered as she shifted to face him and leaned back on the bed, moaning softly and spreading her legs wide for him, grasping her inner thighs as she held herself open for him, large testicles dangling and almost entirely covering the slit of her vagina except for a small bit of visible pink flesh and her excited juices that were leaking down her taunt buttocks. "Please, Master... please put your big, powerful cock in me... shove it in deep, fuck me hard... please Master, let me please you with my worthless body... let me feel your strength inside me, fill me up with your seed... let me feel your power..." she murred hungrily, then groaned, large breasts bouncing on her chest as she added hungrily: "Holy shit I think I'm gonna come right off the bat... oh fuck Zerrex, it's been too long..."

"We'll see about that, bitch. You hold it in for Master!" Zerrex replied, giving the order with a dark grin as he grasped the thick base of his shaft and curled the other around her neck, adding easily: "But I'm glad you seem so excited..." A pause as he guided himself beneath her testicles nudging them as he felt the lips of her sex pressing against him, blossoming open for him as he slid forwards... and then he murred as he said softly: "You do realize you're a virgin right now... right?"

Cherry's eyes widened... then she shrieked in a mix of agony and ecstasy as Zerrex suddenly growled hungrily and slammed forwards, shoving almost the entire full length of his huge member into her body, smashing her back hard against the wall as she tried to arch her head back, but instead ground the yellow, bone-hard crescent fins on her head against the wall, her body spasming and her legs trembling violently as her claws dug into her own inner thighs, a flow of blood splattering from her sex as she screamed again, trying to tilt her head back... but Zerrex's hand slid up to seize the top of her muzzle. He grinned coldly down at her, before adding darkly: "Here, bitch. Try your own taste."

The female Drakkaren already had done this, of course... but it was a whole new experience with him forcefully jerking her head down onto the other shaft, slipping his hand to the back of her head as he rammed forwards again with a grunt and a grin of pleasure, his other hand slapping down onto her hips and digging his claws into her body, her own fingers squeezing tight into her thighs as she gave a muffled shriek of pleasure around her cock, teeth digging small gashes over her own length, tasting blood, and her own flesh and seed.

She moaned and screamed around her own length, buried deep into her muzzle as he forcefully jerked her head forwards and slammed his hips towards her at the same time, hilting into her as he snarled hungrily, sliding one leg up on the bed as he leaned up into her, then he drew his long cock back, feeling his huge length ripping back from her tight passage as he groaned her hungrily, a deep, pleasured growl rising in his throat as he felt her blood spill out around his huge shaft.

The female shrieked again, her breasts bouncing, rubbing against her own large cock, her eyes clenching shut as her mouth sealed around her own shaft and she felt Zerrex shifting his body to crush her back against the wall, leaning into her, forcing his weight against her as she felt her huge cock stiffening up again, her muscles bulging and thickening as she howled in ecstasy that was only added to by the immense pain in her crotch as Zerrex began to slam forwards again and again, half-crushing her testicles between their bodies as his own slapped hard against the anus of the Drakkaren Zerrex would always see as his daughter, his girl, his bitch... even if she did now have a penis.

He grinned at this, ramming her again and again with his engorged, powerful shaft, grunting hungrily as he squeezed one hand into her hip and forcefully held her head down with the other, jerking her forwards and forcing her to bob up and down her own girthy cock, Cherry moaning and spasming as the hermaphroditic female jerked and moaned hotly, trembling violently. She bucked her hips hard back against the male, feeling her passage being ripped apart by the male's powerful movements, his claws digging into her scales as she shrieked and felt her own twenty inch shaft forcing deeper into her muzzle as she began to stiffen up already, bucking her hips hard again and again as she cried out in ecstasy from the firm, deep shoves of the male's thick penis into her as he thrusted powerfully in and out of her body.

She spasmed, feeling her penis slamming back against her throat, trembling and twitching violently, her eyes snapping open as she reached up and clawed at his shoulders, grasping them tightly and digging thin scratches over his scales as she felt that familiar heat in her loins and that growing pleasure, strange stiffness in her member, her body arching as she screamed around her cock, eyes rolling up in her head as her twenty inch shaft released thick blast after blast of her own hot seed up into her maw, filling her muzzle as her huge breasts bounced and rubbed against her thick member.

Volley after volley of her hot load blasted down her own throat, filled up her mouth, spilled out of her jaws and dripped down her own shaft and onto her breasts as she gargled and cried out loudly over and over, as Zerrex's huge member slammed into her again and again: at the same time, he could feel her sweet, lubricating juices bursting down her vagina as well, spilling down his enormous member as the Drakkaren as Zerrex continued to thrust violently into her again and again, growling hungrily as he forced her forwards and rocked his thick penis deep into her bloody, torn passage over and over, feeling her sweet liquids bursting over his hot, powerful cock.

The reptile grunted hungrily as he grinned down at Cherry, growling deeply as he called in a hungry, lustful voice: "I thought I told you to hold it in, bitch! What's wrong, you get a cock and you lose all your endurance, whore? We're gonna have to work on that... and I'm gonna have to punish you good and proper..." He growled again, grinning wider as he began to make his short and powerful pistoning movements with his cock, slamming into her, then drawing back quickly and pausing, before rocking forwards again, jouncing her entire body and causing her to shriek over and over.

Her body spasmed, her breasts bounced and her still-hard cock was trapped inside her own jaws, Cherry barely able to scream around it as the male growled hungrily and continued to torture her with the quick, staccato pounding of his own thick, veiny black member. Her blood still flowed down her passage, still leaked around that huge shaft that felt so monstrous, buried so deep inside of her, drawing halfway out and then shoving violently to the hilt and forcing her to experience a whole new brand of pain as her new-formed testicles were crushed between her body and the male's own muscular bulk.

The Drakkaren snorted as he slammed into her again and again, bouncing her body, rocking her firmly and causing her to twitch and twist in a wonderful mix of pain and pleasure, panting harder as she moaned around the engorged head of her erect shaft, feeling him hilt into her again, the gyrate his hips, grinding against the walls of her sex as she wrapped her legs around him and brought her hands down to squeeze into the sheets, moaning hungrily and trembling in violent pleasure.

He murred hungrily, revolving his hips, feeling her walls gripping, clutching his cock, her form shivering before he finally slid his hand away from her neck and allowed her to jerk her head back with a moan, arching her back and crying out to the air as her throbbing shaft rested between her huge breasts, her body shaking lightly with every thrust in and out as he grasped a hip in one hand and a breast in the, firmly squeezing into the swell as he growled hungrily: "You want it, huh, bitch? Tell Master you want his cock..."

"I want it... I need it!" Cherry cried out, then she arched her back with a shriek of pleasure as Zerrex began to thrust in and out of her again, not moving in the short, interrupted thrusts but instead leaning forwards as his muscles bulged powerfully, his body flexing as he pumped his thick black shaft in and out of her tight passage. He began to grunt hungrily as he arched his back, his testicles slapping hard against her anus with every thrust, his body dominating hers easily, as she groaned and swept her head from side to side, still bent awkwardly, her own new cock slapping against her face, her muzzle, her nose, her cheek with every shove of his penis deep into her body.

She moaned hungrily, her passage beginning to clench hard again around his pumping obsidian member, pounding deep into her with it as she shrieked again in ecstasy... and then he arched his back as he clenched her breast firmly in the grip of one hand, the other slapping her side hard as he curled it down to grasp her buttock as her legs squeezed tight around his waist, feeling himself beginning to stiffen up as her newly-born, girthy penis began to twitch as well.

He thrusted into her violently, growling hungrily as he closed his eyes, breaths coming in grunting pants as he pinned her easily with the hand on her breast, the claws of his other hand digging into her buttocks as she reached up to grasp his muscular forearms. Her body trembled as her passage tightly clenched around his cock, Cherry throwing her head back with a shriek of ecstasy as he arched his back and roared in pleasure, calling out hungrily: "Here, bitch! Oh... take your Master's cock, you little whore! Take my load!"

"Yes... yes Master!" The female cried out in return, arching her back before screaming in ecstasy as Zerrex tore into her again and again with his thick cock, ripping into her tight passage as blood splattered over his crotch and testicles and he gave his own hungry growl of pleasure. Then she shrieked again as Zerrex began to pump harder and faster into her body, roaring in ecstasy as his testicles slapped hard against her anus hard again and again.

Then they both shrieked in pleasure as Zerrex's huge cock tore into her tight passage over and over, his penis beginning to stiffen up inside of her before he arched his back and roared in pleasure as he began to ram her harder and harder with his thirty-two inch member, slamming into her again and again as he unleashed his own torrent of hot seed, blasting into her body and filling her passage up with his hot, thick semen.

Cherry's voice rose in a hungry cry, her hands clawing along Zerrex's arms as he slid both hands up to grip her breasts, squeezing into them with a growl as his load poured into her body, and she released her own sweet juices at the same time, the reptile's climax too much for her to resist as she cried out over and over in bliss, her cock spasming again before unloading jets of her own seed over her face, the hermaphroditic female's body trembling as she moaned hungrily, body jerking as her passage released its hot fluids at the same time as Zerrex's orgasm poured into her body.

A few moments later, they finally began to slow together, Zerrex settling on top of her body and admittedly enjoying the feeling of both her breasts and thick, stiff cock breathing against them, leaking a bit against his chest as they slowly rolled into bed beside each other, and the female nuzzled slowly under his throat, murmuring softly as their bodies shifted together and physically changed at the same time: Cherry growing smaller, Zerrex larger.

The two curled against each other, Cherry's eyes clenching shut as her hips bucked a few times at the feeling of being stretched as the Drakkaren's body expanded. She smiled softly, blood still leaking from her passage and the shallow cuts they'd scratched into each other, before she gently touched his tattoo and murmured: "I need some new tats myself... this looks good on you..."

"Thanks..." Zerrex said quietly... and then they looked into each other's eyes, and Zerrex leaned down and whispered the forbidden words to her, and she said them quietly back as a single tear rolled down her cheek... finally feeling set in place and comfortable.

Later, he dressed her up in a military uniform, and they walked around the base before making a short side trip to the civilian barracks, which Zerrex was now starting to memorize. There, he snagged a plain leather collar... and told the female this would have to do for now. Cherry, however, acted like it was the greatest gift she'd ever been given, happily donning it and walking around at Zerrex's side with a wide, pleased grin, her uniform sleeves rolled up to the elbow and a pair of heavy metallic combat boots on her feet, blue eyes gazing curiously around at the others as she outfitted herself.

He introduced her to Huck and Albatross: unlike with Cindy, this went both better and worse; better because they immediately recognized her military potential... worse, because they also recognized immediately that she was a troublemaking bitch. Of course, Albatross was the one looking pessimistic, while Huck grinned like an idiot, staring off in the distance as Cherry whispered nasty things to him, and Zerrex muttered aside to the one-eyed Dragokkaren: "I refer to her as a female 'cause it's easier... but she's actually a herm. Not like she knows what to do with her penis, though... she just thinks it's a fashion accessory."

"Fuck you." Cherry said blandly in return to this, glancing up from Huck with an irritable look... but her eyes sparkled with mischief. "You certainly didn't seem to mind it on me at all."

"I'm just thinking of all the fun shows I'll get to watch of you raping other girls." Zerrex shot back, and Cherry's eyes sparkled again as she grinned wide, and the other Drakkaren groaned and rolled his eyes, knowing immediately somehow that she was imagining raping Lone in return for all he'd done to her. This could turn out pretty bad.

Cindy and Marina's return home, however, had a strange and wonderful effect on Cherry: she stared at them, then quietly took Zerrex's hand... and half-hid behind him, like a shy little girl on the first day of school. Then Marina and Cindy had exchanged a look and both opened their arms to her, the youngest female saying quietly: "It's been too long, big sis."

And Cherry went to them and embraced them, and they curled together as Zerrex looked at his girls... his three daughters, the darkness, the light, and the world between, with love and compassion... then embraced them all, held them all against his form that night as they curled together, and they explored each other, and talked about their experiences, their lives, and what they remembered of everything that had happened to them.

On the sixteenth day, not much of interest happened, other than Zerrex doing a casual check of the genetics capsules... and then staring in shock as he interrupted Cherry and Cindy, the latter female bent over one and moaning in pleasure, her body rocking as Cherry bent over her and snarled hungrily, pounding her with her own large cock as she held her tight by a hip and a shoulder, calling hungrily: "Love it bitch, say my name, bitch! Tell me who's your mistress, slut! Tell me- oh shit! Boss!"

Cherry stared at him in horror, and Cindy looked up guiltily... and the Drakkaren coughed before holding up his hands and muttering: "Carry on," then quickly withdrawing, deciding he'd carefully knock from now on. Of course, he also had to take a few minutes to control himself and resist barging in again to help Cherry with her fun... and he licked his muzzle slowly at the thought of the female being 'fully-equipped' now, and all the variety of things they could do together. He had to shake himself a few times... then mumble about a cold shower before deciding to stop in and see Churchill while he did a patrol of Uroboros today, since that never failed to ruin any level of sexuality.

On the eighteenth day, Lone awoke... and Zerrex sat on the bed, watching the capsule drain of the strange life-fluid, before the top slid with a pneumatic hiss... and slowly, groggily, a battered lupine climbed out. Zerrex, however, didn't exactly expect what he saw.

In the past, Lone had always been all about muscle and appearing to be bulky and strong when he was really just a fatass... but this wolf was petite and feminine, hardly toned at all. His body was thin and lithe, but not gaunt or emaciated... girly, in a word. And his features were young, vital, and child-like... the only thing that remained the same was the color of his fur. His eyes were closed, like a newborn pup's, and his body trembled slowly, a long, brush-like tail dangling limply behind him as he whined quietly in his throat, then slipped... but Zerrex quickly stepped forwards and caught the lupine before he could fall, feeling water slosh over his scales and splatter him as it was squeezed from the wolf's thick fur.

The Drakkaren looked down at him with a strange compassion as Lone tilted his head upwards and forced his eyes open... then he looked at Zerrex quietly, their color flickering from grey to emerald as he murmured softly: "Who... you're the Boss... Zerrex?" he shifted a bit, looking uncertain, and the Drakkaren frowned slightly, but nodded slowly. After a few moments, the wolf continued in a confused voice... and Zerrex wondered if he'd been accidently damaged at all somehow, as the wolf asked quietly: "Who am I... my name's... I don't remember."

"It's..." Zerrex halted for a moment, then glanced down... before looking back up and saying gently: "Your name... it's... Mahihko." He didn't know where this word came from... but it sounded right. And much better than Lone Wulfe: Zerrex saw no reason to force-feed the wolf memories he was either repressing or had honestly forgotten or lost... later, yes, he'd have to... but for now, he could be gentle. Cindy had taught him that in compassion there was often strength: he would use that lesson now, as best he could.

The wolf looked up at him... then he smiled a bit, nodding slowly and murmuring quietly: "Mahihko... that sounds right..." he nodded again, then glanced down at himself and asked curiously: "Why am I all wet, Zerrex?"

This also took some creative explaining, as Zerrex gently led the wolf out and to his room, where Marina was sitting and looking at them curiously: the once-Lone, now-Mahihko didn't recognize her, however, or see the look traded between Zerrex and his daughter: a look that carried a thousand thoughts between the telepath and her father. She was an enormous help to him, however, helping Mahihko sit down, caring for him with her natural gentility, whereas Zerrex was fumbling awkwardly here and there in trying to figure out what he should do and how he should treat this wolf... and dealing with a strange feeling he had deep in his chest, like a clenching around his heart and gut. It wasn't a bad feeling, exactly... but more anxiety, like every step had to be careful, every movement flawless: it was the feeling he always got before a dangerous mission that would have a high cost on him... but a much-greater reward.

He took the day off his duties - which, thankfully, amounted to little more than watching for Paradise, but Hans happily did that for him instead - to talk over things with the wolf and help him out 'remembering' himself. Mahihko was very gentle, very quiet, and very effeminate, talking about things from his 'past life' that he had indeed loved... but skipping over many others and even looking confused or distasteful at mentions of Cherry or other females, or even the trappings of power.

At the end, Zerrex was able to easily sum up the newly-reborn lupine in a few words: 'gentle, gay child.' The more Mahihko woke up, the more he seemed to act like he was a well-behaved ten-year old... and the more he clung onto Zerrex's arm, often not even looking at the others as first Cindy, then Cherry came into the room. He was the opposite of Alone, the monster Zerrex had fought so many days ago now; where Alone had been selfish and cruel, Mahihko was happy and giving, asking almost immediately what he could do to help out around the base. Despite all the sins of the past, this incarnation of the wolf bore a strange innocence about him... it was like somehow the wolf Zerrex had known had gone through a deeper metamorphosis inside the cocoon of the genetics capsule... and saying that he'd emerged as a butterfly wasn't exactly too girly at all to explain Mahihko's new presence.

The night was awkward, of course. Mahihko didn't want to sleep alone... and finally, Cherry, of all people, had volunteered to spend the night with him, and grumbled a garbled positive when Zerrex had said firmly not to molest him in any way - she'd already been having fun with a few unfortunate officers, and all manner of rumors had spread all over the base about her. The night, however, did pass without incident, and the next day - nineteen days after the rise of Paradise - Zerrex held a strategy meeting with Huck, Albatross and Churchill... and the rest of his family was also invited. He and his three daughters made their way underground to Uroboros with Albatross by the private car system they'd set up in the tunnels, and Mahihko was left to toddle around the civilian barracks and make himself useful, guarded by a happy, blushing Hans, who was all too happy to help Mahihko learn his way around the base.

At the strategy council, Churchill had noted the strange lull in the Patriarch's activities: all reports, however, pointed to some sort of operation going on in the deep jungle, near where Paradise currently hovered. Other cities had also been fortified in response to their takeover of Uroboros, cordoned off and militarized, many of them turned into battlefields and blockaded, but the number of soldiers in every city was still down dramatically, leaving them vulnerable to strong offensive attacks. Their numbers were likely insufficient to guard such large areas and still keep a tight hold on the civilians and workers; Churchill, therefore, wanted to send out groups of soldiers to rebel camps in need.

"Only the ones that actually need the soldiers though..." Albatross said quietly but firmly. "If we have any extra platoons left once you've sent reinforcement to all the groups currently in need of strong workers and good soldiers, then you can send the extra to the other soldiers just looking for some extra muscle for their raids."

"But if we're aggressive, we can take more cities, demoralize them further and weaken the Patriarch further!" Churchill said firmly, but most of the others shook their heads and the topic was closed. This wasn't conventional warfare, after all... and Churchill still didn't seem to realize that one well-trained and disciplined platoon would rip apart any disorganized army of untrained, unhappy, and underfed soldiers any day. It did, however, require time and patience... and their goal was no longer to 'take cities' but to find a way to destroy the Patriarch's stronghold without reckless endangerment.

Huck then gave his report on how the magnetic fields were coming; these ones were much, much stronger than the crappy dome they'd set up around the rebel base, and so far they had three 'safe' districts: the sector fifteen farming district, the Untouchable District, and one of the military areas with an enlarged barracks, where many of the soldiers were now staying. Things were still a bit cramped, but he hoped to set up one last field within the week in another of the larger sectors to ensure the safety of their more-fragile operations, and added that most of the bases seemed bombproof and would be structurally-sound.

He also reported that they'd been working hard on repairing both the jets and the helicopters that were still functional, along with the mobile artillery he'd found rusting in another of the mechanical areas. The Dragokkaren was also able to give estimates from manifest logs he'd found about how large Narrius's airforce was, but he also noted that it likely didn't matter, anyway. The information was negligible because most of his planes had been deployed to far-off areas of the worlds... just as most of Narrius's destroyers and other warships were busy guarding important passes and various other areas: only a few transports moved back and forth from the ports, which had a bare minimum of two warships present by each major dock... but these were nuke-carrying juggernauts, so their strength wasn't to be underestimated.

The capture of the airfield in Uroboros was important, however: although most chemical fuels had gone out of style, except for a synthetic - but highly explosive, as Zerrex had discovered in the ambush at the heavy transport facility - gasoline called ZXC-42, there weren't a lot of other areas where Narrius would be capable of landing his aerial transports if he wanted to order a retreat from other areas of the world in order to reinforce Hez'Ranna. They had already taken control of Hellabos's private airstrip, outside of town... and it was reportedly the largest within three hundred miles.

Zerrex nodded a bit at this, then he interrupted for a moment to say that he doubted Narrius would withdraw just to eradicate them... it would be a sign of weakness... and furthermore, it would give the country a chance to push whatever forces he left back. Besides which, Narrius's behavior meant he was ready to play his final hand... and the Patriarch was likely sure that whatever he had planned would eradicate them entirely.

"Like Godsmite." Huck muttered. "Shit. He's probably right, too... so I guess that's why we gotta strike at that bastard soon, huh?"

The others had agreed, but then Albatross had murmured that Huck should continue with his report for the moment. The Dragokkaren had nodded in return to the other commander, then finished by noting that ninety percent of Narrius's vehicular infantry and artillery were placed out of the country: the only major piece of equipment they had to deal with was Paradise, the Patriarch's floating stronghold.

Albatross then submitted his own findings, from the scouts he had been sending into the jungle: only three of the original ten, however, had made it back alive. They all reported encountering Enforcers in black armor, very large and muscular as if they were enhanced clone soldiers, all of them guarding temples that likely acted as covers for underground facilities. It was grim news: adding to that was the fact that these 'super Enforcers' were being joined by the enemy infantry and that they were setting up large camps in the jungle...

"Sounds like a hell of a party." Cherry remarked, then grinned a bit, tilting her head towards Zerrex. "Remember Dol Terra? We should just do the same thing here, burn down the fuckin' jungle with some napalm. We'll kill a good number of the bastards at least, with that! Or fuck, let's just drop some bombs on them."

Once everyone was done yelling at Cherry why that couldn't be done - trees are our friends, the jungle is sacred, you're retarded, they probably expect that - Albatross added disdainfully that the CAs would likely have thermal detectors and anti-missile equipment. Cherry had then grumbled about using guerilla snipers, then, and Albatross noted it would be too risky without knowing the number of soldiers, their armament, tactical gear...

Of course, this had erupted into an argument about how the Goth Legion had always gone in blind and come out okay, and for the next twenty minutes, Albatross and Cherry bickered back and forth until Cindy cleared her throat and steamrollered them both by clearly giving her own report. She'd been working at the hospitals with the medical staff, tending to the injured and collecting data from doctors as many of the technicians worked endlessly on analyzing Godsmite... and she mentioned that they may have discovered a flaw in the virus that could be exploited to create a vaccine.

This, of course, settled everyone down a bit... and then Cherry sighed, muttered, and gave her own report as she rubbed at her crotch and tapped her fingers on the table, adding in vulgar comments about how she kept having to adjust herself and how she had never really appreciated exactly what Zerrex had to go through every day until now. Mostly, however, her report on the movements of Paradise was that it wasn't exactly hovering, but seemed to be slowly circling around an area in the deep jungle.

Next was Marina, who had been quiet most of the meeting, and she reported that she hadn't picked up anything interesting yet. Due to her own strange powers, she had been given the oddest of jobs after healing: to simply walk around town, reading people's thoughts here and there for information. She'd looked a bit discouraged... but Cherry, of all people, had perked her up with a grin and a slap on the shoulder, complimenting her for her hard work and saying that they all knew she had the toughest research job anyway, so to take her time and do it well. Zerrex had smiled at this, and Cindy had given the muscular female-but-technically-hermaphrodite a soft look. Cherry was smarter than she acted sometimes.

That left Zerrex, who gave the last report on the soldiers that had remained behind in the Headquarters. Most of them were behaving well, and almost all of the clones were adjusting to living actual lives instead of just serving as war machines... he was also sure they had no leak or mole in their ranks, and retraining them and educating them - he led one of the 'classes' for clones and interested military who wanted to improve their close-combat skills - was also going nicely: they learned fast.

After that was open discussion on the scarier topic of Paradise and the Patriarch. Zerrex chose to mostly listen as Cherry sulked beside him and mumbled about how she wanted to go masturbate some more, rubbing idly at her crotch and looking down at herself moodily. The conversation, however, didn't last that long... it never did, because they never had any new ideas on how to deal with the problem at hand, and their first priority had to be establishing their defenses and fortifications instead of charging madly forwards to do battle with a literal fortress in the air. All they could do was analyze it from a distance and attempt to figure out what the hell it was circling above.

That ended the discussion... and Zerrex had ended up going down to an alley with Cherry and grinding against her, the two growling and grunting as they kissed and touched each other, until her eyes bulged and her pants tore from the strength of her erection. She'd looked at him stupidly... then chased him out into the streets to many a stare of horror as she yelled about that being the reason why he wouldn't fuck her, he just wanted to cackle at the sight of her penis ripping her tight leather pants.

Twenty-two days after the rise of Paradise, Zerrex, Cherry, and Mahihko stood outside together as Cindy and Marina watched with smiles, talking idly to each other. All three of them were in stretchy clothing, all three of them working on their different size-shifting capabilities, trying to keep their movements synchronized with each other: the idea had been Marina's, and she'd said - a bit meekly - that it would likely help them all work on their self-control, since they'd have to keep an eye on each other while changing at the same time.

Zerrex wasn't really surprised that his youngest had come up with this idea: she did, after all, have quite a talent when it came to figuring things out, both big and small... and the fact she was psychic probably helped, too. Nor was he exactly surprised when Mahihko had accidently made himself grow larger in order to snag a crate he almost knocked over in the kitchens while helping prepare meals that day: he thought he'd heard it mentioned somewhere before, after all, that it was a fairly common trait. That and he remembered Alone being able to do it... and he sometimes wondered how much of an imprint - genetic and otherwise - that the pathetic, dark creature had left on this brand-new wolf.

The three of them flexed, and slowly grew to their largest sizes: twenty feet and some inches for Zerrex, almost exactly twenty-two for Cherry - which, oddly, she wasn't proud of - and nineteen and a half for Mahihko. All three of their bodies became powerful, thick with muscle... including the girly lupine's, who turned from a small, prancing effeminate puppy, to a powerful, thickly-muscled and shaggy-furred wolf who could almost challenge Zerrex in terms of muscle size.

Cherry, however, showed the largest differences in her increased size, and Zerrex looked at her softly, noting that Cynterra had certainly left her mark on the female. Just like Cynterra, her breasts swelled to enormous proportions that made even Cherry stare... and the set of curving yellow fins on her head became a bit larger than before, almost more ragged in their strange Mohawk formation. Small, similar sets of three yellow fin also pushed their way out of her forearms, as they did on her shins to form a line of crescent, natural blades... and a narrow belt of spikes pushed forth from her spine, going down her back and to the end of her tail. Her teeth pushed out further, becoming inwards-twisted fangs... and her tongue long, flexible, and forked.

The first time they'd found this out, he and Cherry had been playing around outside, seeing how much they could grow, and the female Drakkaren had grinned and taunted that she could probably get pretty big. Then she'd attempted to do so and frowned a bit, saying it felt funny... and Zerrex remembered looking at her with amusement and saying something like 'Gee. It feels weird to be able to make your body grow at will.'

This had, of course, been met with an amused 'fuck you' response... and then Cherry had gone back to shifting upwards. Her scales had twisted, seemed to ripple... and as her body expanded, he'd heard her grunt in pain and surprise before the fins had forced their way up through the scale.

She'd been shocked at first... but it hadn't taken her long to calm her... and after that, even less time to get her curiously poking and prodding her own body. Zerrex had gone over the story of Cherubim with her... and Cherry had nodded here and there, apparently recognizing some of it and dredging up a few of the other memories of Cynterra.

Of course, then she'd demanded they properly christen the body - which would get Albatross asking very politely the next day for Zerrex to avoid having sex in inappropriate places at inappropriate sizes, because it created a disturbance - but after that... or several rounds of that, technically... they sat together at their normal, smaller sizes, curled up and Cherry resting against him, closing her eyes and talking again about the past, how things had changed, and for the first time, Cynterra and Cherry's family.

Cherry had inherited almost all the darker characteristics of her family... but she had found a way to put them to use at least for what's right, if not what was good. And Zerrex respected that more than he could say... and was so damn proud of her as well. But like the others, it seemed that not only had she received a new body... her original powers had also been magnified and expanded.

Now Cherry's precog was almost perfect: she said she could define every movement that she wanted to, predict what would happen if something else happened... and she even entirely avoided ninety percent of Zerrex's strikes during a sparring session without any difficulty: the latter ten she blocked. And, if given the time to focus, the Drakkaren was now able to focus her mind and will, then lash outwards with it violently: right now, it was enough force to shatter cups, plates, and smaller wooden furnishings... but Marina was sure that given time, Cherry would be capable of knocking down walls.

And, of course, there was her odd ability to change the color of her scales as she pleased... which meant Zerrex sometimes spent a bit too much time staring at the walls when they were both off-duty, rubbing his head and hoping she didn't pop out on him.

The Drakkaren had no real clue at first exactly why Cherry had been blessed with all manner of genetic abilities that were almost supernatural... but Marina, after watching him struggle with this for awhile, suggested gently that it could be because of Cherry's own nature. The Drakkaren had looked curious at this, and Marina had smiled a bit before reminding the reptile that he had been the test subject for most of Narrius's genetic experiments... and so Cherry's energy, travelling through him, could have picked up those remarkable tidbits that triggered some weird mutation in her own malleable DNA. Then Marina had looked embarrassed when Zerrex looked at her blankly and said she definitely had her mother's brain, not his, because he had little clue what she was talking about.

After thinking about it, however, it did make sense... Cherry's natural ability of precognition had always been a bit too spookily-accurate to be anything short of some strange special ability, after all... so it made sense that she'd be able to pick up more abilities, especially ones that worked with her mind or willpower.

He smiled a bit at this, then shifted slowly downwards: for hours, they'd practice... and at the end of it, all three of them would be panting and tired, despite not having done anything. Simply changing up and down was more than enough to wear their bodies out, and make them feel like they'd been carrying tanks on their backs all day... and Zerrex winced as he rubbed at his head, half-staggering over to where Cindy was offering sandwiches and muttering: "You're lucky. You don't have to deal with superpowers."

"They're not superpowers." scoffed Marina, who was busy munching on chips as she grinned a bit up at her father. "They're just genetic kinks. More physical mutation than supernatural-"

"Shut the fuck up, kid." Cherry groaned, then sat on Marina, making her squall and flail at her before the two began to wrestle over the chips.

It wasn't entirely true, however... Cindy didn't seem like much of a combatant - she was too kind, too loving, too generous - but she was strong: probably stronger than even Cherry. And she was also fast, usually able to knock down his guard and get a hit in before he could step away or bring his hands back up. When they sparred, she tried her hardest... and she always did well. But she had yet to reveal any tricks she might have up her sleeve, so instead she only blushed a bit and smiled, enjoying the quiet peace that came with her role of taking care of the others.

Twenty-six days after the rise of Paradise, Resistance Headquarters was attacked by a small brigade of enemy soldiers, totaling ten, with two Combat Armors acting as support and staying at a distance, firing hard plastic bullets that wouldn't be stopped by the magnetic shields. They would normally be little more than annoying, but fired from the high-velocity gatling guns on the arms of the Combat Armors, they became a bit more of a threat. Not so much that Zerrex didn't wade outside into the enemy fire, covering his face and wincing hard plastic rounds bounced off his chest and watching from behind his arms as the huge Dragokkaren, clad only in loincloths, ran straight through the magnetic field: no metal on them, so they weren't repelled.

The Drakkaren cursed under his breath as he saw them going for the generators, pulling Blackheart off his back, then snarling and creating a solid, round shield of darkness in front of himself with Drake's energy, saying quickly to his own cadre of soldiers - those who had been available when the alarms had begun to go off - "Go, cut them off, stall them until Albatross can take them out from above!"

"Sir!" The sixteen or so soldiers ran to head off the Dragokkaren... and then Zerrex's eyes widened as he focused on one of the enemies, definitely one of the 'Super Enforcers' that had been mentioned at the last meeting. Huge... bulky... and with cold blue eyes and features like his uncle's; replications of Requiem... except these obviously lacked his intelligence.

Immediately, Zerrex reabsorbed the shield he'd created - his ability to manipulate Drake's powers had grown incredibly over the last few weeks - and then he charged quickly towards the nearest, which seemed to be heading for the wall instead of the main generator.

Zerrex snarled as the Dragokkaren leapt upwards, smashing his fists and feet against the steel wall of the facility, before kicking hard and climbing with obvious single-minded intent. He turned and immediately followed, leaping up and kicking off the wall as he snapped Blackheart forwards at the same time, but he only managed to slash a deep gouge in the steel, the Dragokkaren immediately leaping to the side to catch another handhold, its feet kicking violently at the steel wall.

A moment later, Zerrex leapt towards it as well, slashing the sword hard outwards and leaving a long slash... where the Dragokkaren had been a moment before, and the lizard snarled as he collided with an outcropping, quickly kicking off this and then slamming his feet against another ledge as he chased up after the still-ascending enemy, kicking from one outcropping to the next in a rapid chase, throwing the sword hard upwards.

The Dragokkaren leapt forwards and flattened itself against the wall, and Blackheart flew uselessly by it... before Zerrex grinned and snapped his hand back downwards, causing the blade to spin violently back downwards from the thin string of darkness it was connected by. This time, it caught the soldier along the back, tearing through scale, flesh and bone and sending it plummeting from the tower.

Zerrex caught the blade as it began to spin past, then he kicked off the tower and fell through the air, crashing into the ground in a crouch before violently snapping the sword forwards like an oversized knife, sending it hurtling at another Dragokkaren's back... unsurprisingly, however, the Enforcer ducked, so that the blade would continue past harmlessly and strike one of his own soldiers.

This time, however, the Drakkaren left an entire chain of energy attached to the hilt of the blade, and halted Blackheart the moment the blade began to pass over Dragokkaren before snapping it down, a shock going through the whip and causing the massive sword to smash down through the enemy soldier, crushing it into the ground and ending its life.

He snapped his wrist, and the sword flew back to his hand, the chain coiling around his arm before vanishing into his body: the reptile easily caught the handle, then he charged forwards, the huge blade held easily out at his side as he noted that the soldiers seemed to be doing alright against the replications, but likely only because they were so single-minded in getting to the generators, only engaging in combat if the soldiers attempted to grapple with them or got directly in their way.

Zerrex decided to take care of a more pressing problem: the two combat armors that were peppering the area with their goddamn plastic bullets. He snorted, creating a chain of energy in one hand that wound around his arm and attached into his shoulder, grasping the end of it... and squeezing it as it turned into a smooth handle with a long knife blade. The other arm he brought up, wincing and using Blackheart to cover himself as he created a manhole-sized shield over his forearm to protect his face, and Drake muttered in his head: These things are frigging annoying. But I don't know if I can deal with their explosive weaponry, so don't get too close to the magnetic shield.

"Right." Zerrex murmured again, then he paused and quickly placed Blackheart onto his back, setting himself in a stance before slinging the large spike in his hand forwards the nearest Combat Armor, the chain rapidly unraveling before it struck dead center through the cockpit, the driver inside screaming in agony before Zerrex let the shield on his arm dissolve in favor of seizing the black chain in both hands and yanking hard.

The Combat Armor tottered forwards one, two unsteady steps... then fell on its face, collapsing to the solid ground and sparking a bit, one of the guns crumpling under its body. The other CA immediately ceased firing with the plastic bullets - which had left a few nasty bruises from sheer, constant pummeling force - and Zerrex heard a distinct click-click as he concentrated, the metal chain vibrating a moment.

A barrage of tiny, short-range missiles fired from the Combat Armor's shoulder pods, smashing into the magnetic shield and giving off surprisingly-powerful explosions, Zerrex wincing and shielding his eyes as pinpricks of white light danced in front of his closed lids, and the smell of smoke and gunpowder floated into his nostrils before he looked up with a grin as the barrage halted, unable to see through the smoke but grasping his wrist and closing his eyes, concentrating.

The chain transformed into a black snake, slithering free from the first CA and the wounded driver, who screamed in terror at the pointed head and black eyes of the long, smooth serpent as it slid out of the wound in his upper body, then twisted and made its way quickly across the ground to coil tightly around the other Combat Armor. Zerrex grinned a bit when he felt his arm jerk, then the snake turned back into a tight length of coiled chain, and Zerrex seized on this with both hands before yanking hard and toppling the other Combat Armor, causing it to spark and the machine's systems to break down. Sure, he could have just made the chain or snake do the whole dance... but he found that visual imagery helped him worlds - when he made it a snake, it became easier to move... when he made it a chain, it became harder to break.

Then the Drakkaren withdrew the dark chain into himself, wincing a bit at a slight pain that shot through his skull. He hadn't been practicing as often with Drake, and hadn't even been talking with him as much... his daughters and Mahihko were taking up a lot of his mind, and he figured that when Drake really wanted to say something, he'd go ahead and say it.

As he turned around, glancing over the soldiers and letting them clean up the last of the Enforcers - there were only two left, and even though the real Requiem would have made mincemeat out of all of his platoon, these two soldiers were both far less graceful and far less capable than he was - he rolled his shoulders slowly and smiled a bit to himself, flexing his fingers lightly. In reality, Drake was far more polite than he seemed... and the dark nephilim rarely liked to speak up in his head unless it was unavoidable.

The Drakkaren glanced around the area, waiting and keeping his arms crossed as he watched the soldiers struggle to bring down the two Dragokkaren... and he paused to approach one of the fallen bodies, turning it over from where it had spilled down in the dirt and looking at its face as he frowned. It was definitely the same features as Requiem... same build, same type of body. And when he rolled the Dragokkaren back onto its stomach, checking its back, he was unsurprised to find that they were wingless, as well. Of course Narrius would remove those... no one could be better than the Patriarch in any way.

One of the few things Zerrex did know for sure about his father, was that Narrius had been born without wings... or they had been at least been removed sometime in his childhood, because they were twisted and deformed. That had always been a sensitive spot for his father, the fact that he didn't have what every Dragokkaren child could use to glide for small distances, and some of the stronger adults could even use to fly through the air for short periods of time. Zerrex - who had used gliders on more than one occasion for missions in the Goth Legion - had never understood why it was such a major thing to so many people; flight made his stomach curdle.

But with Narrius, he knew it was the symbolism there, the metaphor: the idea that someone could be better than him in some way. Wherever the Patriarch went, Zerrex knew he would do one of two things: prove he was the strongest somehow... or kill the other people who were stronger than him in some way to put himself into the top position. The Drakkaren didn't know if it was vanity, or if it was obsession that drove him... and either way, he didn't think it mattered. As he stood up and shook his head slowly, glancing idly up as the soldiers gave a rallying cry and ran from the collapsed Enforcer to help out the others with the last struggling soldier, he noted that it was Narrius's biggest flaw and his greatest weakness... but wondered idly how the hell they could exploit that, at the same time.

The next day - twenty-three days after Paradise rose from Uroboros - they had a strategy council to discuss the raid yesterday. Originally, it was supposed to happen only an hour after the attack... but with no other living beings detected or any major electrical equipment, the scientists in residence at Headquarters had made a case for examination, and one of the soldier's bodies had been taken for autopsy and genetic assessment, after their almost mechanical focus but graceful movements were noted by Zerrex. At the strategy meeting, Cindy - who'd gone to stay overnight in Uroboros to help with the research... Zerrex was amazed at how quickly she was starting to understand even the technical details of genetics, when she'd only ever had basic medical training - put a glass vial on the table that contained a microchip, and explained that this was what had been controlling the movements of these new Enforcers. She also looked furious as she explained that they'd found almost an exact match to Requiem's DNA in the build of the physical body, but the mind was animalistic: it could produce only physical functions and the smallest of reasoning skills, but didn't possess the logic power to do more than open a door or recognize if it had to climb to get somewhere.

Albatross had averted his eye from Cindy for most of her short lecture, and Huck had slowly rolled further and further backwards from the table at the female's short bursts of anger here and there. He'd probably thought of making some quip about the enemy soldiers at first... but now obviously had decided that wasn't such a good idea, and was instead only attempting to avoid being the newest subject of Cindy's quiet but frightening fury.