[Earth-Teyvat, formerly Earth-T'au]
Sometimes, I forget that I was a Celestial Forgesmith, and it was things like these that remind me that I was indeed one.
Earth, lush with blooming flora and yipping fauna and untouched by human hands. An earth that would have been if humanity had never climbed down their trees. And on this earth, one of the most important mechanicus installations stood.
A sprawling structure that spanned several city blocks and had been brought into being by the incomprehensible bullshit of the Celestial Forge.
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Research Laboratory(Warhammer 40k: T'au Empire) (600CP)
This Research Laboratory is is four stories high and covers about 100 acres of ground, and includes all of the most advanced mundane technologies of the T'au, with small sections being dedicated to various subfields in Physics, Materials Science, Chemistry, Biology, Engineering, and Computer Science, while still being modular in design and easily upgradeable or repurposed to various other fields. It will manage itself and churn out research into various mundane technologies on its own, though you can direct it to specific purposes, and will manage its own staffing, though you can hire or fire staff as you please (within limits, don't expect to hire an entire sept to work for this lab).
But moreover, this laboratory has some unique properties.
Firstly, no research you perform will result in catastrophic destruction, by accident or by sabotage. No nanobots you research here will result in a Grey Goo scenario, no virus will mutate into a global pandemic, no dinosaurs will be unleashed on the public as a staffer flees with their DNA. If such research would normally result in such an issue, your staff will find that their research just stalls, failing to progress at all but not resulting in harm.
And secondly, if you deign to perform research in this laboratory personally, then you, and your staff, will find your research accelerated by an order of magnitude as research cycles blaze by and prototype units roll out of machine shops far more quickly than possible, so long as you personally spend at least 40 man-hours a week performing research of some kind, with lesser boosts available if you spend less time contributing to the labs productivity.
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Naturally, all of my most delicate projects and prized treasures were here.
The sparkling multitudes of the Imperial Age of Technology's lost technological wonders... derived from the metal pages of the[Plecian Tome]. And wherever there was a blank in the Emprah's vast body of knowledge, it was promptly filled by the Necrons' mastery of the physical universe, courtesy of[The Wisdom of the Ancients].
Chronomantic weapons that made people collide catastrophically against their past selves. Personal shields that shunted the mass and energy of hostile projectiles to a place beyond time and space. Precognitive engines that could foretell the exacting future of entire star systems. Terraforming devices that could make planets go from barren wastelands to verdant farmlands. The Imperial Webway project that would reconnect the nations Earth-Bet where Leviathan had severed them, now so close to fruition.
And most of all, the facility's many fearsome denizens- my greatest creations for whom I had named the facility in honour of. It was a name that would not be recognised in this universe, but even when several universes detached... The name carried the momentous weight of a thousand legends and myths.
CHALDEA
[Chaldea Medical Wing - Room #420]
Within a sterile hospital room with pure white walls and glossy floor, my red-robed bulk laid back on a white armchair beside the king-sized medical bed, my metal hand slapping the leather as I laughed.
"Then she asked'You're not using sex-based technology again, are you?'" My modulated vocie guffawed with unrestrained humour. "Can you believe Dragon had to ask me that?Of course, I was using sex-based technology! It would be easier to ask what I wasn't using it in! I mean, who does she take me for? This entire place is populated with enough technologically-ascendant orifices that I could sexually conquer all of humanity if I wanted to."
"Doyouthink I'm overdoing it with the sex-based technology?"
Knees on the mattress, face pressed against the pillow, and her freckled, bare bubbly ass trembling in the air. Amy Dallon just tiredly looked at me with her brown eyes. The five naked Vicky-bots around and on the bed paused to glance as well- practically identical to their namesake... apart from glistening neon pink strapons.
"If I say yes, can youpleaselet give me a fifteen minute break?" Amy panted- her freckled face cherry red from exertion. "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is spongy and bruised..."
"Depends." I hummed, "how do you feel about relaxing on a private island with warm sands, a gentle sun, some margaritas... and a legion of Vicky's catering to your every whim?"
Amy didn't look so sure anymore.
"I-"
"Spike in sexual arousal detected." The Vicky-Bot kneeling behind her with the strap-on declared, "Patient is still lusting after her sister! Administering treatment."
"Wai-Aaaahhhn~!"
With a resounding wet slap of flesh, the blonde gynoid slipped every inch of that smooth piece of plastic into Panacea's soaked quim, and the others began worshipping her body with their hands and tongues.
"Fuuuck~!" Amy moaned- unable to push her hips back against the Vicky-bot like she did when they started, but apparently enjoying just as much. The Vicky-bot's fair-skinned hands grabbing handfuls of Amy's fat rear end. Like two big scoops of cookies and cream, her fingers seemed to almost sink into them as she used those cheeks as leverage to fuck the healer into the bed who seemed to appreciate it, "Why doesn't it stop feeling so good?!"
"Why would I make a sexbot that only pleasures you half the time?" I questioned- honestly confused by the question, "But more importantly, we're going to cure you soon- I can feel it."
"No you can't!"
"You're going to be outright annoyed at your sister's very existence like a normal older sibling." I continued over the sound of those wet meaty slaps, "So, just hang in there. With enough mind-blowing sex, you're going to get sick of your little sister's face soon enough."
The mattress' wet spot between Amy's knees grew by a couple of drops before another Vicky-bot slipped underneath her to catch her throbbing clit in her mouth.
"My clit's going to fall off before that happens~!" Amy half-whined and half-pleaded, "Wait, no, not the whole-Mmmm~!"
"Master, experimental treatment #23 was a failure." The Vicky-bot reported as she went wrist-deep into the brunette, "Patient developed a fetish for it 22% faster than baseline. Anal fixation hypothesis: confirmed."
"Dammit, and here I was feeling pretty sure that anal fisting was the answer. Alright, Pull out." I sighed, and the Vicky-bots complied. The one with the strap on slipped out of other girl's hot pussy, the neon pink phallus glistened with a fresh coat of Amy's girl cum. And with a pop, Panacea's abused anus released the other Vicky-bot's dainty and surprisingly small fist- the healer immediately going cross-eyed from the action.
"C-cumming!" She announced- her entire freckled body trembling from mind-numbing pleasure as she splattered the sheets further with her juices.
I shook my head.
"Curing incestuous lesbianism is more challenging than I thought. We will have to go more extreme." I hummed, "Vicky-bots, report to the Chloe Servicing Station. Equip a soft serve ice cream machine in your lower rear assembly slots, load with extra-thick chocolate flavour."
"Yes, master." The five Vicky-bots chorused- marching out without another word.
"Stop with these 'experimental treatments' already!" Amy panted with a surprising amount of vigour from someone who just got anally fisted, "You're not 'curing' me! I love Vicky and there's nothing you can do to change that! You can't trick me into thinking that it's not real! None of your so-called 'experimental treatments' even involved anything apart from Vicky-Bots taking turns fucking the shit out of me!"
She paused.
"Thank you for that." Amy angrily said, "But it still wasn't going to achieve anything!"
"But it did." I countered, "You should have seen yourself when I first brought you here."
With a miniscule application of will, the television on the opposite wall turned on and began playing the recording. Amy settled on her side to watch.
"Vicky, where's Vicky!" A crazed-looking Amy Dallon screamed as a Chloe-Skitarii wrangled her into the same bed, just with cushioned metal restraints. With manic, wide-open eyes, she began begging to me who stood at the edge of the screen, "Magos, I'll blow you if you reunite me with Vicky! You can pound my pussy if you let me eat her out!"
Then in came the Vicky-Bots. Blonde hair, soft skin, and proportions all identical to the original in every way except for the inferior protein-based physical makeup. Not that on-screen Amy had the mind to tell, her brown eyes widened to comical proportions as if they were all real.
"Five Vickys?!" she exclaimed as she began hyperventilating, "Fucking take me right now!"
"That's the idea." I shrugged as the Vicky-bots literally tore Panacea's costume to shreds- exposing the teen's curvaceous body dotted with freckles and covered by her plain white underwear... which was immediately torn off her as well. The Vicky-bot dove her face right in between Amy's legs to the brunette's very vocal delight, and the restraints clanged as she tried to wrap her legs around the Vicky-bots head.
"Vicky, YES!" Amy screamed as she bucked her hips and ground her womanhood against the Vicky-bot's face, "Eat my pussy! Tongue my fucking love tunnel like it owes you money~!"
"You currently have two overlapping emotion-altering powers wreaking havoc on your sorry meat brain." On-screen Magos continued despite his visible disgust, "The good news is that they'll dissipate in a few hours. The bad news is that your brain's biochemistry needs to reach equilibrium naturally, because I'm not dabbling deeper into the Genetor branch of the Adeptus Mechanicus just for you. But the better news is that reaching equilibrium involves a lots and lots of sex."
"Oh fuck yeah!" Amy shouted in satisfaction as she came against the Vicky-bot's mouth, "Magos, I need that fat cyberdong that I keep hearing right about now!"
"Hahaha- No." the on-screen Magos refused, "All of that meat aside... I don't think an organic mind would survive the amount of pleasure my 'cyberdong' can induce."
"Pleas- Mmfff!" Amy began to beg only to be cut off by another Vicky-bot's pristine pink vagina muffling her mouth, and Magos nodded in approval.
"Don't stop until she has no sign of being sexually aroused by her sister's body anymore. I have better things to do." He commanded, and the Vicky-bots flashed brilliant smiles and crisp salutes.
"Yes, master!"
The video paused- the still image of Amy almost drowning in Vicky pussy plastered on the screen.
"I get it! I get it!" Amy grunted, "I owe you a big one for not fucking me while under the influence, you metal bastard."
Minute glance to crotch, Momentary spike in arousal. Amy Dallon still sexually curious about male phallus. Mine specifically.
Shows preference for blonde hair and blue-eyed partners. Possible to slowly wean her off Victoria by having intercourse with her in Aoicus identity. Shift her away from her unhealthy incestuous obession by channeling it towards a slightly less unhealthy pesudo-incestuous 'big brother' roleplay sex.
As if. I already had her sister pining for me. I'd rather not add another inferior meatbag to the collection.
"No, you owe metwobig ones actually." I corrected her, "One for pulling your rears out of the fire, and one for mitigating the PR fallout since the PRT was broadcasting that fight live."
"Oh..." She muttered as she recalled the events, "Oh fuck!"
"I managed to pass it off as an 'Overheal' brought about by brain damage rather than actual biokinesis." I told her, "Your secret is safe, even from your family."
"Butyouknow." She pointed out with narrowed eyes.
"Yes, yes. Meat powers." I gestured that I was rolling my eyes, "Complete control over fat and protein. Such power, much fearsome."
Amy just put on an unamused look.
"I don't know if I should feel insulted or relieved that you're completely apathetic that I'm a biokinetic." She sighed in exasperation, "But I guess a complete cyborg like you wouldn't find it concerning at all. This place is so sterile of life. It's unnatural, I can't even sense microorganisms here. How do you even manage that?"
"Company secret... and Amy?" I began in a serious tone that made her stiffen up, "I think we should go see Victoria. I suspect it will calm your worries if you see that she's still alive instead of perpetually wondering if she is."
"Figured that out, huh?" Amy murmured just as a pair of Chloes came in with a hospital gown and wheelchair. "Is she... awake?"
"No, she isn't cognizant of her surroundings." I told her as the Chloes wiped her down, dressed her and helped her onto the wheelchair. All the while, her lips were drawn into a thin line.
Feels relieved that Victoria isn't conscious, isn't ready to talk to her. Feels monumentally guilty for feeling relieved.
"It wasn't your fault." I reassured her as a Chloe began pushing her along, and Amy's hands clenched on her lap.
"I wish it wasn't." was whispered all she whispered as we went down the white corridors of Chaldea, her wheelchair being pushed beside me as I walked along. A contemplative silence between the two of us and the pair of Chloes as we passed empty medical rooms for organic patients that I did not have. It seems that it had been the correct move to place a fair distance between the rooms of the two Dallon sisters: they needed the space apart and it gave Amy time to think.
Amy hesitantly bit her lip before looking up at me.
"Magos... if it's not too much to ask, can I stay here at Chaldea with Vicky?" she pleaded, "I don't want to go home to Carol and Mark just yet."
I let out a deep sigh like I had lungs.
"This is my top secret research facility, not a motel for you to hide away from your problems with your parents." I reminded her and she winced.
"...But I suppose you'll need to rehab with your power." I continued- Amy's brown eyes looking up at me, "Very well, you can stay here until you and your sister are ready to go home together."
"Thanks." She smiled a smile of gratitude.
"Thank me when Victoria is all better." I waved off.
"No! I mean it." She insisted, "Please don't treat it like it's nothing significant- likewe'renothing significant. You didn't have to go this far for us... You didn't need to extract us from the battlefield, didn't need to supply immediate medical attention, didn't need to dedicate time, effort and money to looking for a cure for Vicky, but you did anyway."
"You're welcome then and..." I nodded as we turned a corner- showing even more white corridor, " We're here."
Finally, we entered a room, the small spectator area that overlooked a surgical operating theatre a floor below. And right in the middle of the theatre was the motionless form of Victoria Dallon, still in her wretched meatball form as five golden pillars gilded with imagery of praying angels ensconced her in a golden forcefield.
"Oh, Vicky..." Amy murmured beside me- voice trembling.
"Her brain and central nervous system is shaped like a plate of spaghetti- twisting, looping, and knotting." my modulated voice explained with clinical tone, "I had to put her in temporal stasis as her new body wouldn't have kept functioning for more than five minutes."
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And for a few long seconds, Amy was silent... before she finally whispered in a soft voice.
"Three."
"Hmm?"
"I owe you three favours." she whispered softly, still staring at her sister's temporally-locked form, "One more for saving Vicky's life."
Slight vibrato in voice, trembling of body. Grief, anger, despair. Truly does care for her sister. Affection reaches deeper than just incestuous lust.
Feels deeply guilty. Desires some measure of penance to atone for her part in this.
"That's fair." I conceded, and Amy nodded- Chloe offering a handkerchief to wipe her tears.
"Thank you, Chloe..." She murmured before looking up at me with her puffy brown eyes, "Have you made any headway into reversing the... changes?"
"I'm currently exploring options outside of Mechanicus before I resort to more drastic technologies."
"Drastic? Like turning her full cyborg?" She whispered in horror.
"What? No!" I immediately denied- appalled at the implication, "How can that ever be considered a 'drastic' measure?! That was the first treatment that came to mind! "
Amy blinked- not saying for a moment before barking out a laugh. A bittersweet smile stretched her lips across white teeth.
"Sorry, I momentarily forgot who I was talking to." she admitted before settling down as she caught sight of Vicky again and continued in a softer voice, "So, what stopped you?"
"After deep scans into her physiology, her stretched out spaghetti-brain makes it astronomically risky to transfer her to a normal machine mind."
"What would be the 'drastic' solution then?"
I paused.
"Tear out her soul, stuff it in areplicaebody and hope for the best."
"I don't know the mechanics of that, but let's call that Plan Z." Amy winced. "Do you have a Plan B?"
I settled a heavy stare at the wheelchair-bound biokinetic.
"Assuming that you're not willing to take a shot at fixing her..."
"Fuck no!" Amy almost screamed- jumping slightly in her wheelchair, "I don't think I can or should even try! You can't fucking make me! What if I-"
"Understandable and as expected." I reassured her- gently placing a metal hand on her shoulder to settle her down, "WithPlan Bnot on the table,Plan Cwould be how I have finally given in and contacted the other Rogue Tinker organisation- Toybox. You, me and Victoria are going to go visit Cranial- a tinker specialising in neurology- to see if her tech is good enough to transfer the consciousness of a severely neuroatypical mind."
"That sounds like it could work." Amy sighed, "Uh... do you have a backup plan for the backup plan? A Plan D?"
I nodded.
"We do.Plan Dwould be where we- and by that I meanmebecause you're broke- buy enough of Cranial's tech, then we'll have Dragon look at it to see if she could do better. I'll call you when we're set to meet with Toybox. But for now, you should get some rest."
Amy's hands gripped the armrests of her wheelchair.
She was so glad that she didn't have to go back. Not just yet anyway, but there was going to be an uncomfortable conversation with Carol and Mark waiting for her when she did. But more importantly... her eyes were drawn to Vicky who sat frozen in the operating theatre room... at least, she wasn't going to leave her sister alone here- wherever this place was. Not when she felt like this was all her fault. But as they turned to leave, they were both quick to notice the eight pairs of eyes looking at them in shock.
Eight children, ranging from seven years old to just before teens and dressed in colourful exotic clothes, froze as Magos turned his cybernetic optics towards them.
"And what are you eight doing in the medical wing?" he asked.
"We've been detected!" the lead one in a red coat and hat announced, "Mission failed! Run away! Da dada!"
"Uwawawawa!" The gaggle of kids panicked as they immediately scrambled away in every direction with surprising speed.
"Magos... why do you have kids running around in your secret lair?"
"And you don't?" He snorted back as they made their way out the room. Exiting just in time to see one of the children tripped over her feet and stumbled to the floor muttering a soft "Owie!" Magos just shook his head as he reached over and helped her back onto her feet.
"Abigail, this is Amy Dallon." He introduced her, "Amy, this is Abigail, one of the many residents of Chaldea. Say hello, Abigail."
The little girl in the oversized black blouse and headdress just looked at her for a moment before doing a little curtsy. Her long blonde hair reaching all the way to the back of her knees.
"H-hello... it's nice to meet you, Miss Amy." She politely, but shyly murmured.
"It's nice to meet you too, Abigail." Amy smiled gently as she shook hands with the little girl. Her larger hand clasping gently with the girl's smaller and paler ones. But the very moment their hands made contact, Amy immediately noticed that there was not an ounce of organic material in the girl's body. Her eyes widened as she stared. There, in that precise moment, Amy recognised who and what the little girl in front of her was: The realisation of every unwashed basement dweller weaboo most fervent dreams since the beginning of time: a living breathing loli sex doll.
"Wait so she's a- you made a- That'sillegal!" She shouted at Magos, who merely shrugged as if he hadn't done something unforgivably degenerate.
"I'm surprised you don't recognise her sooner from Fate:Impact." He said.
"I'm more of a Call 4 Duty girl, and I've had a few rough anal days so sue me for not recognising her sooner." Amy brushed aside before gesturing to the Abigail sex doll with both hands, "But that'sstillillegal!"
Magos just laughed.
"Oh, contraire! You don't recall the change in state laws just two weeks ago?" He replied- the shit-eating grin audible in his mechanical voice, "It is illegal no more! People can now stick their meaty appendages in whatever sexual aid they like regardless of its appears!"
"Even if the 'sexual aid' in question looks like a twelve-year-old?!"
"Especiallyif the 'sexual aid' looks like a twelve-year-old!" He cheerfully confirmed. "Why? Do you want a Vicky-chan bot?"
"Why the hell would I want one?! I'm no pedo!"
"Archmagos..." Abigail said his attention softly, "Miss Amy acts very oddly."
"Indeed, she does." he nodded sagely, "But to be fair, she's been having lustful thoughts about her own sister lately."
"Oh my! For shame, Miss Amy!" Abigail gasped completely scandalised- blue eyes wide and a small hand covering her mouth.
Amy just shot Magos a look of stark disbelief.
"Magos, why is your sex doll of a twelve-year-old girl kink-shaming me?"
"Because her origin story says that she was raised in the 1680's puritan pilgrim society of Plymouth rock?" He ventured before turning his attention back to Abigail, "So, what was the mission that you and the others were trying to accomplish? It's alright, you're not in any trouble. I just want to know."
Abigail's small pale just fiddled with her little bear ragdoll as she looked down to the floor.
"We heard that there was another visitor from the outside world and I had hoped that it would be Tom." She admitted.
"He's not ready yet." Magos told her gently, "And he might hurt himself and a lot of people if you got out early."
"He would?!" Abigail gasped, "Oh, that's dreadful! I wouldn't want to hurt him unintentionally!"
"Unintentionally?" Amy mouthed at Magos.
"Yes." He gave a fatherly nod, "Getting sado-dommed by a loli half his height is right up his alley."
"It is!" Abigail heartily confirmed, "He must be awfully lonely if he has no one to step on him."
Amy's eye twitched at that disturbing comment that came out of the little girl's mouth.
"Rest assured, you'll have your chance. And you'll be the first to know when the time comes, Abigail." He assured her, "Now run along and go play with the others."
"Thank you, Archmagos!" Abigail grinned before jogging off. Meanwhile, Amy just looked over to the gaggle of girls who were peeking not so subtly around the corner of the corridor.
"You girls behave and stay out of the medical wing now!" Magos hollered to them. "Or I'm halving your sweets supply for three days!"
"But there's so many good hiding places here~!" One of them shouted back.
"And one of you, call over Nero. I need someone to show our guest to her room." He called out, "I'll make it a mission with a corresponding reward. In sweets!"
That seemed to get the attention of the girls.
"You can count on us, Archmagos!" the girl in red announced with a happy cheer, "Everyone, follow Klee! We gotta find Nero!"
And with a rapid scrabble of little footsteps on the corridor floor, the gang of lolis charged off into the distance- looking for Nero who Amy had a pretty good idea would look like.
"Magos, are they... you know... alive?" Amy asked him. She just had to know.
"Short answer: Definitely not." Magos summarily denied, "I treat them like real girls, because that's what their programming responds best to. Like the Chloes, they are fairly developed machine spirits, but no true Silica Animus like Dragon. They have no true soul."
"Are you sure?"
He sighed at her insistence.
"Your internet-connected smartphone can retrieve more accurate information than you can ever learn in your entire pitifully short meatbag lifespan. It can present to you the most complex maths, every language imaginable, every significant scientific advancement in the modern era, every How-to video of every trade in existence. And yet, it's not alive. Why do you think that is?"
Amy didn't have a precise answer to that.
"Because Abigail is just that- a machine." He told her in a calm tone, "A differently shaped smartphone with skinny kid arms, skinny kid legs, an easygoing smile that would light up the room, a soft timid voice that can say all the words proven to melt hearts and wide blue eyes that light up in honest joy whenever they see you. A convincing and very addicting dream of life."
"But she seems so real." She whispered back- unable to accept it, "They all do."
"If a video of a cartoon kitten can make you smile, can help make your day better... does it really matter if it's just flashing lights on an LCD screen portraying a fictional kitten?"
"I... I guess not."
"Same principle." He nodded, "And that is what me and Dragon are counting on."
Amy felt her lips quirk in a smile.
"You're not about to tell me that you want to save the world, are you?" she chuckled.
"Heroes can save the day again and again." Magos told her, "But we are going to save humanity. Once and for all."
"Okay... but how the fuck do the non-sentient sex dolls fit into that?"
"... Do not delve into mysteries beyond your feeble meat mind!" He roared, "Also, your guide is here."
Amy did a double take as a person stood before them when just a second ago there was nothing but plain white corridor: A woman in a bold red dress that left her long legs covered by a thin, transparent sheet of silk. Blonde hair in a crown braid, green eyes alight with effortless self-confidence, a sizable bust line and the quintessential Saberface. A beatific smile aimed at them.
"Ufufu~ The Archmagos sends his summons..." the woman spoke- her voice regal and grandiose, yet still beautifully feminine as she spread her arms in a flourish, "...And thusly, with all the grace and majesty befitting an exemplar of her station, does Emperor Nero Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus walk onto the stage. Well, I have arrived, O' Lord of the Forge, tell me your wish."
"If you would be so kind, Nero, and give our guest a tour of the facilities." said Magos politely; and Amy couldn't help but notice that he sounds a lot friendlier when talking to his fellow machines than he does with humans. Typical.
"Umu~" The Emperor Nero nodded with a knowing smile, "A wise choice then, calling for me. And I applaud your exquisite taste, Archmagos, for you shall find me to be the most gracious of hosts, bar none. And certainly, no one knows how to please the crowds of the Amphitheatre than I."
The Roman Emperor shot a smile at her, and Amy felt her heart skip a beat.
"It is an honour to finally make your acquaintance, Amelia the Red Queen." Nero spoke- lifting up Amy's hand and brushing her pink lips across her knuckles.
"The honour is all mine, Emperor Nero Claudius." Amy breathed, not minding that she got her name wrong or that she was still sitting in a wheelchair because of the furious ass-fucking she had received... She was not wet. She was strictly Vickysexual. She did not find the anime, gender-swapped version of the Roman emperor hot at all, she did not want to motorboat those sizable Roman boobies, she did not secretly play Fate: Impact... and other lies Amy was currently telling herself.
"It's not cheating when it's with a sex doll." Magos stage-whispered to her. "Also, whatever you do, don't remove her ahoge during sex."
"Shut the fuck up, Magos." She whispered back with a hiss.
"Alright!" He called out with a metallic clap of his hands, "I have an appointment with my favourite fatass and a skinny loser with a latina fetish. So, I'll leave you two to it. Enjoy your stay, Amy. She's all yours, Nero."
"Umu~" Nero umu'd with a smile, "Safe travels, O' Lord of the Forge."
With a jaunty wave, Magos disappeared in a pink-violet flash of whatever teleportation tech he had. And that left Amy alone with just Nero and her Chloe aid.
"Forgive the Archmagos' turn of phrase." Nero began as they continued down the corridors. "Simply because you are in my company does not mean that you are 'all mine' as he would say..."
"... but I would not mind if you were." she finished with a pur and a saucy smile that made Amy feel weak at the knees. Nero leaned down till they were face to face, though Amy's eyes were certainly drawn elsewhere- straining the fabric of Nero's dress. A long tracts of soft, flawless cleavage. She even smelled nice... a woody fragrance drifted from the former Roman Emperor. Citrusy notes of Italian bergamot and lavender, patchouli and cinnamon. It made her mouth water to be honest. Beings of pure sex appeal, that's what Magos had created. For once, she was having inappropriate thoughts of someone that wasn't Vicky.
"So, where am I staying exactly?" Amy gulped- tearing her eyes away from the bountiful cleavage presented to her as she tried to keep her voice from quavering, "I guess it's not like the medical wing at all?"
"What? That dreary place?" the blonde laughed as she stood up straight- once again flashing her snow white panties to Amy through her see-through skirt. "Certainly not, our hospitality is far from being that ghastly. Come!"
Down an elevator and into a sleek maglev train, they rode. And Amy had to wonder how much Magos had been holding back on Earth-Bet.
"I understand that the commoners think this to be the stuff of myth and legend." Nero's lips quirked in an amused smile, "And though to compare two works of fine art is to do a disservice to both, this place reminds me of my beautifulRomaat her perihelion. It is said that Mistress Dragon wept when she first laid her optics on the sight. Decrying what the Archmagos hath wrought."
She pushed the doors open, and Amy's senses were bombarded from every angle and in every spectrum.
Stretching out into the horizon was a city, one unlike anything ever dreamed of on earth. Every block had a magnificent architecture that reached up to the heavens- painting the blue sky with their distinct beauty. The finest Jade palaces of the Orient. To the austere majesty of the marble temples of ancient Mediterranean empires. To the silent reverence of Japanese Torii gates. To the idylls of the medieval windmills. Every structure painted every colour of the rainbow and then some had a place here... even their inhabitants. Up and down the stone streets, people walked, dressed in every fashion almost forgotten by time. Laughing, shouting, snacking and living life. Most of them Amy recognised.
"What... what is this place?" Amy whispered in awe- goosebumps on every patch of her skin. But she already knew the answer- knew that there would be no defying Magos after he shows this place to the world. He had the world by the cock and balls, literally.The metal bastard had already won, and it was the beginning of the end.
Standing beside her, Emperor Nero just smiled graciously as she laid her eyes on the sight as well.
"Across your Earth, millions whisper in hopeful prayers for this place to be real." she began- softly and solemnly, "A place that will herald his and Mistress Dragon's unrivalled dominion over the hearts and dreams of man. "Welcome, O' Red Queen, to the Archmagos' greatest and yet still unfinished creation."
And inscribed across a chest-high wall of solid granite, in grand gold lettering that Amy had no doubt was made of solid gold, was the name of this place.
FATE IMPACT LAND