Time has flown by, racing forward with astonishing speed. The Grand Priestess enlightened us one morning during breakfast, confessing that time within this house moves at an accelerated pace, while the basement remains unaffected, maintaining a normal flow. Descending into the depths of the house, we encounter a stony sanctuary with seemingly endless stairs.

The weekly Sunday community bath never ceases to puzzle me. The room is bathed in an ethereal blue glow, the sole source of illumination. I initially believed the Priestess was jesting when she mentioned the peculiar rules governing our immersion in the luminous water.

Our Sundays commence well before daybreak. We partake in a modest breakfast and don sheer white garments—gossamer attire that leaves me shivering as we tread barefoot along the interminable stone steps.

The Grand Priestess exhibits an unwavering resolve on our cautious descent. It appears she harbors a deep-seated fear, one that compels her to caution us repeatedly. "Lower your gaze and never cease your prayers until you immerse yourself in the bath. Regardless of your origins, we are all mortals. A momentary pause in your devotions, and corruption shall consume you. Believe me, it is a fate you wish not to encounter."

Once submerged in the azure waters, we assume a position of humble supplication, seated on our bended knees, asking three vital elements. Forgiveness, strength, and approval are our requests. Though it may sound incredulous, this ritual has a profound effect. Emerging from the basement, I feel lightened, invigorated, and somewhat imbued with newfound authority.


"Wait, say that again, Clover. You did what with a chubby cat?" Lime asked, clearly perplexed like the rest of us. Clover had just shared an unusual dream about her partner, and we were all eager to hear more during our lunch break.

"In my dream, I was looking after this chubby cat," Clover began, her eyes shining with excitement. "My amazing partner entrusted me with the important task of taking care of him, so I saw it as an opportunity to help the cat get some exercise. I wanted to ease my partner's worries about his weight."

Sweet chimed in, unable to resist a teasing remark. "Maybe your partner just said that to get you out of their hair, you freak," she said, smirking mischievously.

Clover shot back, defending her dream and her partner. "Well, not everyone can be like you, Sweet, finding joy in yelling at their partner even in dreams. You bitter bitch."

The Grand Priestess had kindly shared some details about partners during our tea time yesterday, shedding light on the whole situation.

~Flashback~

"Angels, a small and long-lived breed, possess a unique biology distinct from most others. Their reproductive system is specialized, as their seed has the potential to cause severe damage to the mortal uterus, while an angel's own uterus is too hot to carry the seed of a mortal."

"Ouch," Coco winces, feeling the weight of this revelation.

"Yes, it can be quite uncomfortable," The Grand Priestess acknowledges. "I have carefully selected each one of you because you possess different qualities that I believe will greatly benefit my children. It is my duty to find strong life partners for them."

Though conflicted, Coco speaks up, "I should be angry, but you're not causing us any harm. In fact, you're enhancing our intelligence and strength. It almost feels like you care, at least a little."

The Grand Priestess chuckles softly. "I suppose, in a way, I've grown fond of you and your housemates, treating you like my own children. Just without the hugs and kisses."

Coco's face lights up with a wide smile. "Can I call you 'Ma'?"

"'Ma'?" the angel ponders, considering the request. "You mean 'ma'am' but without the 'a' and 'm'? Or perhaps 'mama'?"

Coco nods eagerly. "Exactly! You're so endearing, Mama."

The Grand Priestess heart warms, and she responds with genuine warmth, "Very well, Coco. You may indeed call me 'Mama'."

Coco beams with joy. "Yay!"

~end flash back~

"Whatever. If you had your dream, then that means Coco is once again the last one, proving she's the weak link," Sweets taunted.

"I already had a dream about my partner," I replied confidently, a smile gracing my lips. "That's how I know my name is Coco."

"You got to pick your name? The Grand Priestess just told us our names when she trained us," Sweets said, sounding a little surprised before scoffing. "I guess that shows who's the favorite, Is."

Mochi frowned, clearly displeased with Sweets' pettiness. "That's enough. Your pettiness has soured this lunch. Leave so we can finish," Mochi said firmly. Sweets never argued with Mochi; whatever he said, went. We watched her stomp towards the door, but she stopped and quickly curtsied to the Grand Priestess, who was standing in the doorway.

"If you're finished with your temper tantrum, I need to make an announcement," the Grand Priestess declared, her gaze sweeping over the room. We watched as Sweets hurriedly scurried back to her seat, and our attention returned to the Grand Priestess.

"I hope your Sunday has been good to all of you. I believe all of you deserve something special," she began, a hint of excitement in her voice. "Get dressed and meet me at the front door. We're going to the open market in Universe 4."

The news filled me with excitement. I stood up alongside everyone else, ready to head back to my room and prepare for the outing. But then the Grand Priestess called out, "Coco, Clover, Lime, Mochi. You four stay in your seats." Confused, we sat back down, and I noticed Sweet smirking as she glanced back at the four of us. Once the others had left the room, the doors closed.

"In your rooms, you will find clothes that are not beige. I have a special task for the four of you," the Grand Priestess announced. "Please get dressed and return to this room."

"Yes, ma'am," we replied in unison, determined to fulfill our duty.


A heavy sigh escaped the Grand Priestess's lips as the last of her guests departed. With a hesitant step, she made her way toward the floor-length window, her heart heavy with uncertainty.

"It has been ages since I last did this. I hope she isn't angry with me," she murmured to herself, lowering herself onto her knees and bowing her head in prayer. A radiant, golden light enveloped her, accompanied by a soothing voice that filled the room.

"My dear honeybee!"

"Good afternoon, High Mother," the Grand Priestess greeted respectfully, her voice tinged with a mixture of reverence and apprehension.

"It has been quite some time since you last conversed with me, ever since the birth of your first child when you were unsure of the reason behind her tears," the High Priestess spoke, attempting to mask her embarrassment by covering her face with her hands. However, the ethereal light gently pulled them away, urging her to face the truth.

"Do not fret, my child. You were a new mother, and such moments of uncertainty are only natural. You may find yourself faced with similar challenges someday," the voice reassured her, its warmth enveloping her like a comforting embrace.


~priestess pov~

The heavy blush persisted on my face, betraying my inner thoughts. The high mother, both stunning in my youth and to this day, is a being beyond the confines of traditional labels of sexuality. My husband and I share a bond that transcends such classifications, and we have welcomed a few fortunate beings into our bed.

I speak with utmost sincerity when I say that if I hadn't married my husband, I might have accepted the high mother's offer and stayed with her.

She gently removed the ribbon that held my neat bun in place, causing my hair to cascade down to my hips. "There's my little honey bee. You're still as beautiful as ever. What's troubling you?" she inquired, her fingers gliding through my hair.

"I'm worried about today. It's one of the most significant moments, second only to the transformation process. The high gods have given their approval, but I need his blessing," I confessed.

Her smile remained unwavering as she listened attentively. "Everything will be fine. You've chosen an exceptional group this time, each with a distinct personality that complements my precious grandchildren. I noticed you were having some difficulty teaching the girl who shares the same Ki problem as you."

"I've tried everything I can think of. The gloves have been somewhat helpful, but she possesses immense power," I admitted, inadvertently smiling as I spoke of her prowess. The high mother noticed the change and seized the opportunity to comment.

"You're smiling!"

"What? No," I denied, my face reddening.

"Yes, you are!" she giggled. "You like her." My blush deepened.

"She reminds me of myself when I first started handling this chaotic energy. So full of questions and easily fascinated by everything," I explained.

The high mother hummed, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail. "Having Sweet around was a good idea. Her tough nature tempers Coco's innocence a bit. I have a gift for Coco," she whispered while securing my hair back into a bun.

To say I was shocked would be an understatement. The high mother rarely bestowed gifts, reserving them for my children and their staves. "Hold out your hands," she instructed.

I complied, and a long box materialized in my palms. Could it be? I wondered. "Is it a staff, High Mother?" She nodded, prompting me to open the box eagerly. With a swift motion, I removed the lid, revealing a stunning parasol adorned with a small orb atop it. The same orbs that adorned my children's staff. It was breathtaking.

"It's akin to your silver staff," she giggled. "This time, I devised something that won't tower over the user. I must go now. Your eager little chicks are awaiting their mother hen." I watched her fade away before standing up once more.


"Mama!" Coco burst into the dining room, the doors swinging wide open. She resembled her mother so much in that outfit, and her hair matched her mother's shade perfectly. A subtle milky pink hue barely graced her locks, enhancing her resemblance even more. Not to mention, she had inherited her mother's curves, making the resemblance between them even more striking.

"Coco, why are you running?" I asked, catching my breath.

"Sorry, I was just really excited," Coco replied, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. "Hey, what's that?" she added, pointing at the parasol I was holding.

"This is for you," I explained, offering her the parasol. "It's meant to assist you with your ki."

"Oh, so it's like a crutch?" Coco inquired, her curiosity evident in her voice.

"Not quite a crutch," I clarified, shaking my head. "Think of it as a tool to help you balance your power. You possess incredible strength, but it tends to scatter in all directions, much like the unpredictable ocean waves." With a reassuring smile, I gestured for her to take the parasol, and after a moment of hesitation, she reached out and grasped it in her hands.

"I'll teach you how to utilize it effectively later," I promised, my voice filled with sincerity and determination. Together, we would harness her immense potential and channel it toward a focused purpose.


Coco pov

Everyone looked stunning. Clover resembled a forest elf, and the hairpiece adorned with antler-like decorations gave her a mystical aura. Her light blue eyes stood out, accentuated by the white freckles on her face.

Mochi appeared like a fierce warrior, his muscular physique serving as his attire. He wore pants and a pelt wrapped around his waist, evoking a rugged charm. If he held a massive axe, his look would be complete. I couldn't help but comment that it was unusual to see him not fully dressed.

Lime exuded elegance, akin to the paintings adorning the palace walls. He wore a waistcoat, stylish pants, and fancy shoes. A peculiar ruffled collar graced his neck, complementing his porcelain white complexion.

The five of us arrived outside the floating palace, with Mochi, Clover, and Lime appearing somewhat rigid. Meanwhile, I soaked in the surroundings, captivated by the sight. The palace doors opened slowly, revealing a short man standing inside. I wondered if the priestess knew him.

As we entered, we all bowed except for the priestess. "Welcome to Lord Zeno's palace. Come," the man gestured. We followed him down a long, glowing hallway, where Lime and Clover bombarded him with questions. Lost in awe, I couldn't help but gaze around the luminous room until a thought struck me.

"Hey, Grand Priestess," I interrupted Lime and Clover.

"Yes, Coco?" she responded.

"...Is this your husband? You two make a beautiful couple," I remarked.

"Yes." My assumption was correct, and I felt joyous about it. They appeared adorable together, like living dolls. Eventually, we reached a room where a young child sat on a throne, guarded by two towering sentinels on either side.

"Priestess! You're back!" the small being exclaimed with joy.

"Yes, I am. How was your morning?" the grand priestess asked.

"Boring." The priestess chuckled. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I brought some friends for you to meet."

"Wow! You have friends!?" the child asked.

"Yes, I do. Let me introduce them."

The child lord was delighted and almost bounced in his seat.

"This is Mochi. He's from universe 10. His father is the leader of their people. They are peaceful elf warriors who specialize in elements."

"Cool! What about her?"

"This is Clover. She's from universe 6. She is a princess on her planet. Their people are a mix of human and animal DNA. They all have features that resemble an animal. Her father is a buck and her mother is a doe. Her small nose, wide eyes and white freckles make her a-"

"DEER!" The tiny lord shouted excitedly. "This is fun, next, next, next! Him!" He pointed to Lime.

"This is Lime. He's from universe 11. His planet is very wealthy because of the knowledge they can provide. He is the son of a high-ranking family."

"His skin reminds me of the teacups you like using." I was amazed just like my friends. Their backstories were fascinating. "Grand Priestess, what about her?"

"This is Coco. She's from universe 7. 6 and 7 are twin universes. She's like Clover except she doesn't have animal DNA. Her people were known for animal communication, nature was their playground. She can call for animals from anywhere."

"Does everyone on her planet have her eyes?"

"She inherited her mother's eyes and father's golden freckles. I'm sorry we can't compare her to anyone on her planet."

"Why not?"

"She's the last survivor of her planet."

"What happened?" The tiny lord asked with a cold tone.

"They were a peaceful planet and couldn't defend themselves. They produced amazing and exotic creatures. Our books say they were the ones who created the dragon."

"Oh yes, they were hired by the Namekians to design a creature for the super dragon balls." The grand priest added.

This was all interesting information, but my mind was stuck on one thing.

"...I have freckles?" The room fell silent, and I could sense the diverse range of expressions directed at me.

"This is the first time you learn about your heart-breaking backstory, and that's the first thing you want to know?" Clover questioned me, her voice tinged with surprise.

"...Yeah..." A few seconds of silence elapsed before the small lord leapt out of his seat.

"I like her. Let's play."


NO POV

Coco nodded; her eyes filled with excitement. "Sure, what would you like to play?"

"I don't know," the small being replied, a hint of curiosity in their voice. Coco giggled, capturing the attention of her friends who eagerly watched their interaction.

"Oh, I know just the thing! I read about it in a book," Coco exclaimed, her face lighting up with a mischievous grin. She concentrated for a moment, her hand waving through the air, and suddenly, an adult-sized playground materialized before them.

"Good job, Coco!" cheered Clover, expressing her admiration. Lime and Mochi nodded in enthusiastic agreement, their anticipation growing.

"Well then, let the games begin!" Lord Zeno declared, taking Coco's hand and excitedly pulling her toward the newly-formed playground.

Unknown to the tiny lord and the four adults in the room, the grand priest gently took hold of his wife's hand and guided her down a quiet hallway.

"Where are we going?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

"You seem tense, my love, and I miss the warmth of your presence," he replied, his eyes filled with affection.

"But we shouldn't leave them alone," she protested, digging her heels into the carpet.

The Priest sighed, acknowledging her concern, and swiftly lifted her onto his shoulder with one arm, ensuring her safety and comfort.

"This situation is indeed perilous," the grand priestess stated, her voice laced with worry.

"ThIs Is DaNGeRouS," her husband playfully mimicked her tone, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm serious," she insisted, her concern evident in her eyes.

"i'M sErIOuS. Hush," he replied, giving her a playful smack on her backside. Once they reached his study, he gently set her down on the sofa.

"You're pouting," he observed, a small smile forming on his face.

"I'm not," she said, her lips slightly pursed in a pouty manner.

"Princess, I'm trying to be patient. It's been ten days since we made love. I almost jumped you in the hall when you were distracted by the crystal ball."

His words made her blush harder, but she didn't lose her pout.

She knew he was right. It had been a while. She had been busy with her duties and he had been away on a mission. She felt guilty for neglecting him.

"So, are you going to behave for me or are you going to keep up this bratty little act?"

She considered his question for a moment. A mischievous spark lit up her eyes as she decided to tease him more.

He had known her for too long to fall for her trick. He smirked and said, "Fine, get up."

"No!" she protested in a defiant tone. He sighed and pulled her out of her seat, taking her place.

"Since you want to act like a child, I will treat you like one. Now pick your punishment. Time out or a spanking?"

She tried her best to stay in character. She rolled her eyes and bit her lip when she felt his eyes examine her.

"Honey. Pick your punishment." He said in a low voice that sent shivers down her spine. Jerk, he knows my name from his mouth is a weakness. She thought, trembling.

"Fine. I'll take the stupid spanking."

"How childish. Call something stupid because you don't like it. Let me remind you this is your fault."

She got ready to argue but he cut her off. "I just wanted to spend some time with my poor tense wife. Bring you in here, eat you out on my desk and show you a good time. Instead, I got a brat who needs to be punished."

Honey was slowly losing the battle to stay bratty. His dominant side never fails to break her. She sighed and said, "Whatever, spank me over your stupid desk."

"Hmm, was that a request?"

Honey nodded and her husband laughed.

"You honestly thought I would fulfill the request of someone childish? That's funny. Now, lift your skirt and lay across my knees. Now."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she lifted her calf-length skirt, offering a mischievous smirk to her husband. His eyes widened momentarily, revealing his weakness for anything lacy and thigh-high.

Quickly recovering, he bounced back with a playful tone. "Well, what are you waiting for? Another invitation to lay across my knees?"

Following his instructions, she settled into position, wiggling slightly to find comfort and perhaps provoke a reaction from her husband. A firm smack against her pantie-covered behind caused her to gasp and cease her movements.

"Stop wiggling. I know what you're up to," he chided, his voice filled with a mix of authority and understanding.

She whimpered softly but complied, keeping herself still. He began with slow, gentle taps, pausing now and then to warm her up. Gradually, her backside began to take on a light shade of red through the delicate fabric of her lacy panties.

"What's your color?" he inquired softly.

"Green," she replied in a hushed tone. He paused for a moment, contemplating, before yanking her panties down, causing them to snag on her high heels. The rough treatment sent a thrill shooting up her spine, and she emitted a quick gasp of arousal. He playfully tapped her exposed backside once more before delivering harder smacks that resounded through the study.

Aware of her struggle to stifle her moans, he could tell from her tight grip on his pants leg that she was on the verge of surrendering.

He put more power behind his strikes, knowing she could handle it despite the bruises that would undoubtedly appear on her delicate skin within minutes.

A loud yelp pierced the air, causing him to pause abruptly. "What's your color?" he asked, concern lacing his voice as he observed his shivering wife.

"Green," she moaned in response.

He let out a sigh, tinged with a mix of exasperation and relief. "You've ruined my pants."

"S-sorry," she stammered.

"You're not sorry. Now stand up and go over to the desk," his tone was firm, and he didn't intend to repeat himself. She rose from his lap, her skirt covering her reddened ass. He remained seated, observing her as she kicked off her heels, leaving them behind along with her panties. She walked slowly toward his desk, eventually bending over it, meeting his gaze with a seductive expression from across the room.

He took a deep breath, fighting to maintain his composure. "If you keep giving me that look, sweetheart, we might end up with another child." He broke character, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips.


Coco pov

The tiny lord grew weary of the playground's charms, prompting us to find other activities. One of our whimsical pursuits involved Zeno, delighting in the fluffy and cascading length of my hair, playfully tousling, and exploring its intricate strands. Meanwhile, Mochi regaled us with enchanting tales woven with the threads of magic, captivating our imaginations. As the bodyguards stood nearby, their watchful presence lingering in the air, I couldn't help but ponder the whereabouts of the grand priestess.


No pov

The room was filled with the rhythmic sound of passion, echoing through the air. Honey's gasps mingled with the intense sensations, her perfectly manicured nails leaving faint imprints on the desk as she held on tightly. Her husband, driven by desire, let out a low growl, his right hand finding its place around her throat, exerting a gentle pressure while his left hand firmly gripped her hip.

"You're leaving marks on my desk," Honey managed to pant out between breaths, her voice laced with a mixture of desire and concern. Realizing her slip, she quickly added, "Sorry," before her husband continued with his intense rhythm, never faltering in his passionate pursuit. As the wave of pleasure washed over her, she couldn't contain her climax, the pleasure pulsating through her body. Simultaneously, her husband found release, filling her with his essence, and she trembled with the intimate sensation of him deep inside her.

"Bravo, my princess," the grand priest praised his exhausted wife, his words filled with a mix of admiration and affection. "I'll take care of the cleanup," he offered, recognizing the need to ease her burdens after their passionate encounter.


Priestess pov

I was taken aback by the sight that greeted me, but a wave of relief washed over me as well. Coco and Clover were joyfully jumping on a bed with Lord Zeno, their laughter filling the room. Mochi and Lime sat nearby, flipping through an activity book, engrossed in their own world.

"And here you are, stressed over what was going to happen," my husband chuckled, observing the lively scene.

"You two are back!" Lord Zeno exclaimed, hopping off the bed with Coco's assistance. "Can my friends come back to play again?"

"Hm, let's discuss that when I return," I replied, a glimmer of anticipation in my voice. The four of them had unwittingly become a tightly knit group, ensuring not only their survival but also that of their fellow housemates. Now, it was time to witness the outcome of this incredible transformation.