[Fate Impact land]

"Uhuhuhuhu~ That's it, baby. Back that tight ass against Amy. You want her honey, dontcha?"

By the Machine God... it was far too early for creepy old man's voice, Amy.

Sometimes, it was hard being Magos. Despite being a full cyborg, I felt that phantom migraine again as I marched up the beach- soft breeze making my red robes billow slightly.

Blue sunny skies, a wide blue ocean, and a fine yellow-sand beach that stretch almost a kilometre. This wasn't exactly the place you'd look to find a healer heroine like Panacea. But there the brunette could be found- lounging on a wooden deck chair, clad in only a yellow bikini covering her freckled body as she had the time of her life: One slender hand held a beer bottle, and her other hand between her legs diddling herself.

A wide, dopey smile was stretching her heavily freckled face as her green eyes locked on the blue swimsuit-wearing blonde, Artoria Archer herself, gyrating between her spread legs.

So entranced she was by the blonde Fate gynoid that she hadn't even noticed me marching over to her until my red-robed frame was blocking her sun and my mask with its glowing green optics was staring down at her.

The freckled brunette sat up in a startle.

"Gah! Wolf-fucking horseballs Magos! Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to sneak up on a girl while she's motherfucking masturbating!"

"Wait, 'Wolf-fucking...' Have you been talking with Fortuna?" I asked while I glanced over to the water where a pair of Chloes in red 'Baywatch' swimsuits treaded water with Fortuna who had bright yellow floaties around her upper arms. The girl from that medieval earth never really learned how to properly swim. At least, not without her power. But from how widely she was smiling, she seemed to be getting the hang of things. It really put into perspective how much Thinker powers affected a person... She still wouldn't take off that damned fedora though, even now while she was swimming.

"Who I do or do not talk to isn't important right now!" Amy interrupted my thoughts with a frown, "Scion's sake! I almost yanked my clit right off."

I shook my head.

"You're extra whiny for a meatbag who has been using my collection of premium gynoids. Unfortunately for you, fun time is over: Get up, we're getting your sister un-meatballed in about an hour."

With the horrified look on her freckled face, you'd have thought that Amy had just been told that death had come for her.

"Already?! Please, not yet! I haven't cum ye- Wait a minute!" She stopped herself- a flicker of hope in her green eyes as she realised something, "Vicky's in temporal stasis; that means it'll feel like no time has passed for her no matter how long we take. So, we can stay for a few more hours, right?"

"Amy..." I spoke with an admonishing tone, "That's your sister who is currently a grotesque abomination of cancerous flesh."

"I know, but..." She pleaded- gesturing to the slender blonde Fate waifu in the blue microkini currently backing her tight ass up against her. "This is Artoria Archer who is currently in a sexy microkini and giving me a lapdance! Just give me a few more hours. I've been edging myself for almost fifteen minutes, please!"

I shot a quick glance at the blonde sex doll that had been preoccupying all of Amy's attention.

"Would you like to join us, Archmagos?" the sex doll greeted me. The Artoria Archer saberface fixing her microkini to go back to barely covering her well-crafted feminine parts- just thin strips of white and blue fabric that barely covered anything at all while also snugly clinging to her pale, feminine curves.

Levelling an understanding nod back at Amy, I told her, "While I empathise with your desire to enjoy the company of a superior machine, I had already set the appointment with that neurology Tinker at Toybox. We really shouldn't let any more time pass Vicky by. That's just rude to my best employee. So..."

" Artoria Archer, report to maintenance and resume normal, pre-freeloader operations. "

The Fate waifu's pretty fair-skinned face froze stock still.

" I hear and obey, O' Forgelord. " she responded before marching off- much to Amy's panic.

"No, don't go!" She cried out, her hand tried to reach out to the sex doll, "Awww! The dance was going to have a happy fucking ending. With extra fucking! Then we were going to go back inside and make a Saberface thighs sandwich with Nero. With me as the filling!"

"You'll feel better back home with your normal sister." I told her, but that statement about her sister seemed to make Amy come to a realisation.

"Home..." Amy whispered like it was the name of the devil- her green eyes wide in fear which turned to look at me. "Hey, Magos? I can stay in Fate Impact Land even after Vicky is cured, right? Right?"

"No, like I said- your free trial has come to an end." I refused. "The Mechanicus doesn't work for free. Our services come at a premium as outlined in the Treaty of Olympus Mons just as the Emperor intended. So, if you want to go back to your scissoring, face-sitting, and cunnilingus marathon, you're going to have to acquire a ticket and wait for the park to open just like everyone else on Earth-Bet."

It took her a few seconds to process what I said before all pretence fell out the window as she started panicking.

"Please!" Amy shouted as she launched herself at me- locking her arms around my leg like a koala, "I'll submit my body to your every twisted, degenerate whim if you'd let me stay here!"

"No, let go of me- Why would I even want your fugly meat body?" I immediately refused- my metal hand pushing at her face in an effort to dislodge her from my leg.

"At least pretend to be tempted when a girl is desperately offering her body to you!"

"Just take a shower and get dressed." I chided as I kept pushing her away while trying my best not to break anything fragile and meaty, "Vicky will need a familiar face when we fix her."

"But I don' wanna leave the park! I don' wanna!"

Warp-shrouded communique requested by contact (Dragon)

And while she was busy clinging onto my leg, an incoming call popped up in my mind. I immediately answered it.

Hello, Dragon. What would Earth-Bet's sexiest AI want with me today?

On the AI's flawless light brown face, full pink lips quirked in an amused smile. Brown hair bouncing past her shoulders. Chocolate brown eyes staring back with both an inhuman level of intelligence as well as honest affection. And not a single organic protein in her flawless body. Perfection.

You're talking out loud. I was just going to ask if I can borrow your Cogitator-Throne for my Matrix Project. I've hit an impasse with my current system, and- Magos? What have you done to that poor girl? =

What do you mean?

What do you mean 'what do you mean'?! I'm looking through your sensory feed right now!

"I wanna stay! I wanna stay!" Amy cried like a child at Disney World- her arms wrapping tighter around my leg, "I wanna stay and get lap pillows and suck big mommy milkies and be called a good little girl! A good girl! Just one more week, please!"

She was like that when I found her- Amy has always been lesbian.

You know that's not what I mean! She's been here for less than three days and... Well, just listen to her!

"I haven't even met all the Sabers yet!" Amy pleaded- the brunette gripping my red robe, "Mordred and Jalter in particular! I want to find out how many licks it'll take to get to Modred's sweeter side, and also how angsty sex with Jalter is like! Not to mention the other blonde Servants! Or any of the Teyvat ladies at that! I want- No, I need cuddle time with Ereshkigal and Okita! I want to get stepped on by Barbara in her white panty hose! And drink Coco goat milk straight from Ganyu's tits! I want Coco goat milkies!"

I don't know what you're worried about. She sounds like she's talking like a normal Fate Fan to me.

I suppose I've heard worse from PHO and- Wait, now that's not normal. =

With a crazed look in her green eyes, the famous New Wave heroine then proceeded to aggressively mime motorboating and sucking on a fat pair of breasts. Her hips swaying lewdly, her hands squeezing and milking the air, and her tongue violently lashing on imaginary nipples as she ranted about milkies.

Yes, but that's just a Fate fan's reasonable reaction to the discovery that their waifus exist in real life.

... I hate how I know you're not exaggerating. I might have to adjust my estimations of Fate Impact Land's effect on society as a whole.

Indeed! My creation will change the fabric of mankind's way of life! But going back to your initial topic: Sure, I'm transmitting to the Manufactorum the change in permissions for the Cogitator-Throne. But use it sparingly, Warp Technology isn't to be trifled with.

Yes... I won't trifle with the same soul-shredding technology that we've been using as a bedroom aid, and the throne that we've been having sex on for the past few weeks. Still... Thank you for letting me use your workshop. I'll wait for you at home, mon coeur!

Yes, take care. For now, I have to handle Brockton Bay's least horny Fate fan.

Warp-shrouded communique with contact (Dragon) terminated

"So yeah, I want milkies and I'll even help you get with Carol if it means I can get to them!" Amy cried out, and I looked down at her with whirring optics looking critically at her.

"Really, Amy? You'd offer up your own mother just so that you can keep mingling with Fate waifus?"

Amy seemed to think about what she said for a moment- as if needing the time to think about how pimping out her own mother just so that she can get laid was perhaps not the best move. But no, her Red Cross-covered shoulders just shrugged nonchalantly.

"Actually..." She spoke- averting her eyes, "You'd be doing us both a big favour if you got her to just unclench for five seconds. It hasn't been as bad after the Alan Barnes fiasco and she had an acceptable target to pour her anger out on, but she desperately still needs to decompress. Oh, and thanks for covering me the last time she was here... I don't know how she would have reacted if she found out that I've mostly been staying for the waifu pussy."

"Yes, yes." I rolled my eyes, "Your little sob story about wanting to stay with your dear old sister is safe with me."

"So, is that a yes to Carol?"

"It's still a no."

"But everyone knows that she has serious MILF energy! Even Vicky's uggo hanger-ons stare at her!"

[The Dallon family's duplex home]

'Vicky's mom has got it going on...' Taylor thought to herself as she sat in the Dallon's warm and cozy living room while her teammate's superpower got to work.

"We're sorry to hear about Vicky, Mrs. Dallon." Lisa murmured with sympathy to Brandish herself who sat across them. The older blonde woman herself lounged on a light goldenrod yellow bathrobe with a glass of red wine in hand. All while looking like some racy magazine's cover model.

"Just call me Carol, Lisa." The New Wave mother reminded her before taking a sip of her wine.

Taylor just put on a fake smile. It just wasn't fair! Every heroine and villainess in Brockton Bay seemed to have a better figure than her. Even Bitch had that wild muscle girl thing going for her! After she watched Aoicus get straddled by and suck face with that lush big-booty latina, she now had a better appreciation (and profound envy) for more mature women. Carol Dallon was what the PHO would dub a quintessential cape MILF alongside her sister, who was equally affectionately named 'Photon MILF'. All the while, here she was- still the same stick thin Taylor Hebert in just her jeans and black t-shirt.

Meanwhile... Carol crossed her long, bare legs as she sighed, "Now that it's already been more than a few days, I should be getting over the girls are away, but the house just feels so empty."

"Yeah." Lisa nodded with a small sad smile, "I know a lot of people our age who moved out... rest assured, I'm sure Vicky is missing you too."

The mature blonde smiled.

"That's kind of you to say, Lisa. But Vicky is..." the New Wave heroine began to say as she tried to pour herself another glass of red wine, but instead found the bottle empty. She pouted for a moment, "You girls feel free to help yourself to our kitchen while I get a new bottle, alright?"

They both nodded with polite smiles as the tipsy woman stood up still swaying from the alcohol, and wandered off deeper into the house.

Left alone with her partner-in-crime, Taylor gave a quick glance at her. Tattletale- or Lisa as she was called right now in her conservative dress and red fake eyeglasses- had real potential for great acts of good in Taylor's eyes; and it only convinced Taylor that her 'Infiltrate the villainous Undersiders' plan definitely had merit. The PRT, and especially Alexandria, will be proud of her when she eventually converts the Undersiders to the Path of Good.

"I wish I had your superpower." Taylor whispered to the pony-tailed blonde to subtly remind Lisa of what a great heroine she could be. "Being able to talk to someone and just... get them to tell you things and convince them to do as you say? You could do a lot of good in the world."

However, instead of being flattered by her compliment, Lisa just looked at her with a look of disbelief.

"Taylor, that's... that's not a superpower." the blonde whispered back, "It's just social skills. You know? Effective communication, active listening, empathising... tact."

"Hey, I might be a bit short on friends, but I'm not that bad."

"The fact that you thought it was a superpower says that you really are that bad!"

"Ugh fine... maybe I might be a bit out of practice." Taylor grumbled. Infiltrating a villain group was a harder test of her patience than she had initially thought. But this went beyond just her personal mission- this was a chance to subvert another bigger time villain's plan that somehow centred around New Wave. All because the Undersiders which now included Taylor were given a mission by their shadowy boss which consisted of only one order: 'Find out where Panacea and Glory Girl went, and report back.'

She was just as curious about Amy's and Vicky's fates though. PHO has been going wild with speculation over the past few days, disappearance of Brockton Bay's Best healer and their Collateral Damage Barbie fuelling much conspiracy theory crafting.

Theories ranging from Panacea being a secret biotinker that Magos forcibly recruited, to Glory Girl becoming a testbed for technologies, to both heroines becoming Magos' breeding slaves alongside Alexandria in the heart of his manufactorum.

Taylor had to scoff, the last one was definitely just some shitty fanfic.

Magos and Alexandria together? She didn't care how popular it was on shitty PHO capefics, she'd sooner eat her favourite silk-weaving spider before she's convinced that could ever happen. But that would make her OTP cape pairing of Armsmaster x Dragon possible again though.

"Are we even sure that Carol knows where her daughters are?" Taylor asked Lisa.

"100 percent!" the blonde answered with an overly confident smirk as she fixed her red eyeglasses. "I had already put most of the pieces together before we got this gig, but the way Carol's been answering our questions has only proven it without a doubt! We know that Magos has contacted her, and that she even visited Glory Girl once... Now, we just need to gently nudge the information of Where Glory Girl is out of her."

Taylor pursed her lips in uncertainty.

The last time either Glory Girl or Panacea had been seen was being whisked away by Aoicus and a Chloe-Skitarii, and the blond teen would have been their first stop for answers if not for the fact they were supposed to do this mission behind his back. Which was a relief for Taylor. If they were going against Aoicus, then it meant that their shadowy employer wasn't Magos this time around.

She didn't trust that metal bastard, especially since he was their boss from time to time.

"Alright, I'm back." Carol Dallon announced with a smile as she walked over to them and sat down with a fresh bottle of wine. Taylor had to force her eyes to keep focus on the motherly woman's eyes as Carol wiggled and jiggled in her filled bathrobes as she got comfy on the leather cushions. The mature blonde poured herself another glass of wine- her second bottle and about 120 minutes into a visit where Lisa did all the talking.

Taylor fixed her glasses, she can prove that she was social and help with the mission too!

"Carol, where's Vicky and Amy exactly?" Taylor asked the older woman- wincing slightly as Lisa went into a coughing fit and 'accidentally' stomping on Taylor's foot, but she pushed on regardless. "You talk like you've visited them."

"I did visit them." Carol Dallon answered with a sigh, swirling her glass of red wine, "Magos invited me through a portal and into a medical facility where Victoria and Amy were staying. Where that facility is actually located, I can only imagine. But he did say that he was working on finding a cure for Vicky. Amy- the sweetheart- chose to stay there out of her love for her sister. I might have treated her too harshly..."

Lisa chose that moment to get back into the conversation- her sugar-sweet smile at the ready, "And I'm sure Amy will forgive and forget! Hell, I bet she's thinking of you right now too!"

"But there were no landmarks or anything to help locate where Vicky is?" Taylor probed forwards- gritting her teeth in pain as Lisa continued to grind her heel on her foot. What was she against her for? She was just getting answers!

"None." Brandish sighed with a shake of her blonde hair. "Except... huh."

She looked out the window as if to reminisce while Taylor and Lisa sat on the edge of their seats.

"There... was only one thing of note though." Carol drunkenly hummed, "A little girl there in a strange black dress. From that Fate game. She talked with Magos for a bit about meeting someone named Tom."

Taylor's brown eyes widened. Their only lead!

"This girl?" Lisa asked in an almost desperate tone as she whipped out her phone- showing Carol a promotional image of Abigail Williams from Fate Impact. A little girl around 12 years old- waif thin frame in a fluffy black dress and an innocent expression framed by long blonde hair. Taylor found it was a bit suspicious how Lisa had a picture on hand... was Lisa an Abigail Williams fan?

"Yes, that's her." the older blonde said with a nod, "So, Magos has a gynoid that looks like one of the characters in his game. Does it mean anything?"

"Likely not." Lisa frowned as well before looking over to Taylor. "Looks like I won't be getting Panacea's autograph today."

It certainly did in Taylor's opinion, but she kept it to herself. She wasn't going to be the one to tell Brandish about what horrible fate Amy must be suffering through right now. It must be horrifying being surrounded by soulless dolls 24/7 for the sake of staying by her sister's side. But it's alright... they were going to rescue them both.

Taylor can just see it now.

In a cold dark hospital room, hot tears ran down Panacea's freckled cheeks as she sat by the hospital bed. Her hand held her lovingly caressed her comatose sister's hair.

"Why won't you touch us, Amy?" The stiff digital voice of a sex bot reverberated out. Like those porcelain dolls from horror movies. Robotic eyes- glowing but dead- stared unblinkingly at her. "We may be ugly and inhuman, but we are programmed for sex."

Panacea turned her eyes away.

"It's okay, Vicky." She bravely sobbed to her sleeping sister, "We just need to hold out a little longer. Some brave and awesome heroine will come rescue us eventually, I'm sure of it!"

*CRASH*

"It's fine now! Why? Because we are here!"

Through a hole in the ceiling, two silhouettes in black costumes stood with their arms folded across their chests in a cool pose and the sun shining at their backs. Their matching black capes billowing in the wind as sunlight illuminated Panacea's tear-streaked face.

"Alexandria!? Mysterious Insect Heroine Z!?" Amy cried out with disbelief before breaking down crying tears of happiness and relief.

In a flash of movement that Taylor definitely did not rip off from an anime, Alexandria destroyed the closest dolls around Panacea. Electric sparking and squeals of torn metal rang out as the Triumvirate heroine put fists through the heinous sex bots.

The metal fiends exploded spectacularly as they were defeated- nuts and bolts peppering the walls of the hospital room while conveniently leaving no collateral damage whatsoever.

Meanwhile, bugs swarmed the robots that were farther away from Alexandria- blocking their optics and jamming their joints just long enough for the Triumvirate heroine to deliver the finishing blow.

"You never have to be near sex dolls ever again!" Mysterious Insect Heroine Z heroically announced to the awe-struck Panacea.

"I knew you'd save us!" Amy cried out with fresh tears rolling down her freckled face, "Thank you, thank you, thank you! It has been hell here with no one but Magos' creepy sex dolls! They kept whispering lewd and reprehensible acts to me, but I always said no. I was so scared for my purity!"

"Magos, that metal monster!" Alexandria spat, "Keeping you here with no company except for those sex dolls!"

"Yes, it's been horrible! Thank you for destroying those disgusting sex dolls!" The healer cape sobbed as she ran to hug her saviours, and Alexandria thankfully took the blow for Taylor.

"Please, respect my cape apprentice's personal space as she works."

"Of course! Mysterious Insect Heroine Z, my hero!" Amy cheered, "You two should make a crossover movie together!"

"Yes... we do make a good team. Right, Mysterious Insect Heroine Z?" Alexandria smiled at her. However, unbeknownst to the older heroine, a creepy sex doll approached from her blindspot- a gleaming metal dagger at the ready.

"Alexandria, look out!" Mysterious Insect Heroine Z shouted out. She moved forward with grand sweeping gestures (that Taylor also did not rip off from an anime) as she guided her insects to lift the sneaking sex doll from the room, out the hole in the ceiling and finally throwing it into a volcano that just happened to be right next to the hospital.

"You saved me!" Alexandria said in shock, "That was using a Trump knife that Magos must have Tinkered up, I would not have survived that not even with my invulnerability power... I owe you my life!"

"What are cape partners for?" Mysterious Insect Heroine Z brushed imaginary dust off her shoulder.

"Yes..." the older heroine murmured before looking at Taylor. "Will you help check my body for any injuries?"

Taylor nodded.

"Again... What are cape partners for?" She whispered back- running her hands over the mature heroine's body feeling the hard muscles underneath the thick cloth as she looked for the zipper and-

Taylor's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

Wait, wait, wait! Why were her cape power fantasies with Alexandria turning homoerotic?!

"Come on, Taylor." Lisa nudged Taylor with an elbow, "You can wrestle with your budding sexuality at the mall. We'll just come back for Amy's autograph later."

Taylor perked up. That was her cue- the code phrase for 'We got what we came for.' Wait, what was her response line again? Oh, right!

"Thanks for talking with us, Carol. We'll just wait for Amy to get back." Taylor muttered and faced Lisa, "Come on, let's just hang out at the mall."

"Yeah, nice talking with you, Carol." Lisa smiled, "We'll drop a 'Get Well Soon' gift basket for when Amy comes back."

"Nice talking to you girls." Carol drunkenly waved them goodbye as they exited the duplex. And as soon as they were out of earshot, Taylor leaned over to Lisa.

"Why did you say the code phrase?" she asked, "We don't know anything yet!"

"Maybe, maybe not." the blonde hummed- deep in thought. "But we do know that Magos is a whole lot more invested in this than we first thought."

"But we're not any closer to finding where Amy and Vicky are." Taylor pointed out, "All we know is that Magos has walking, talking loli sex dolls. That sick pedo."

"Uh... yeah. You do that, Taylor." Lisa said with a sheepish smile, "I'll just... uh... call our non-pedo boss and tell him what we've found. Maybe he'll have an idea about where Panacea and Glory Girl are... Excuse me for a sec."

Today was a good day for the forces of Good though! They had found a hint of Magos' true colours- kidnapping Vicky, coercing Amy to stay in his hidden base and keeping Carol from them. To think that Amy would willingly stay in that place just to be beside her sister... Oh, the feats that someone was capable of pulling off out of sisterly love. She knew that he was evil, and now, she had a new purpose: Save Amy and Vicky from Magos' clutches.

She turned her determined eyes towards the towering cathedral steeples of the Magos' Manufactorum. And for the first time that she got her powers, Taylor felt that burning fire of heroism in her heart. This is what she was fighting for.

"Hang on, Amy. Vicky." Taylor whispered to the wind, "Resist Magos' temptations for just a bit longer. We're coming to rescue you from his metal grasp soon!"

[Meanwhile In Fate Impact land]

"Stop trying to pull my trousers down, meatbag!" I yelled at the rabid heroine who was still clinging to my leg- her hands scrabbling for my zipper.

"I'd- no joke- suck your dick twice a day if it means I can stay here!" Amy half-pleaded and half-shouted as she tried to undo my pant buckles while I battered her hands away. Thankfully, before she had a chance to succeed, a pair of Chloe-maids came to handle her. The two blonde gynoids promptly pried the healer off my leg.

"Thrice?! Four times?!" She desperately continued to offer as she was dragged to a nearby shower stall, "Fine, as many times as you want! A-ah, cold! Why is the water freezing!?"

"So, you'll stop being horny!"

It was quite the show too. Two svelte blondes sandwiching the curvy brunette in a red bikini as they lather her up. Panacea was hiding a lot of curves under those robes, and it would have been sexy if it wasn't for all that biomass. Still, it was a testament to how quickly she got used to autonomous sex dolls: Those Chloes were lathering and rinsing her naked body up and down like it was lesbian threesome shower porno, and Amy didn't even give it a second thought. A third Chloe arrived with some towels and a change of clothes for her.

"Oh come on!" Amy continued to plead through the shower stall door as the Chloe-maids dressed her, "What harm is there with me just staying here?!"

"I don't think you appreciate just how valuable and sought after Fate Impact Land will be." I lectured, "Twenty-five million people will be fighting over the tickets. Fighting over afractionof what you were able to experience in your stay here."

The door pushed open to reveal Amy in her full cape outfit. Her hooded Red Cross-themed Panacea costume once again hid her freckled curvaceous body as two Chloe-Maids flanked her on either side.

"There's seriously that many people playing Fate?" She asked- lips pursed and eyebrow raised, "Unless you got more waifus stocked away in a warehouse or something, there's not enough waifus here to distribute to that many people."

"I know." I said, "That's why fragments of entry tickets can only be acquired via Loot Boxes or competitive events."

"Are you sure you're a Rogue and not a Supervillain?" She asked, "Because people will commit bloody murder to get entry to Fate Impact Land. And I'm sure I'll be the one to have the highest body count!"

"I'm just going to ignore how you're threatening mass murder... also, our ride is here." I muttered, as a blocky red Land Speeder stopped to allow us to embark, its anti-gravity repulsion plates allowing it to skate on thin air just a metre above the yellow sands. We both climbed on and Amy sat down beside me while a Chloe-Maid drove.

"Well, it would be worth it!" Amy insisted. "This beats Disneyland by a long shot! Better rides too. If I had to choose between riding a fucking Disney-brand log down a water slide or Emperor Nero Claudius' face, of course, I'd pick riding the latter! And you can bet that I'd be just as wet when I get off! I mean just look at this place!"

She extended an white-robed arm out of the Land Speeder and to the scenery that we were floating by

An anachronistic hodgepodge of stately manors, great castles, majestic palaces, stoic temples and other locations of inauspicious import... all placed side by side to form a fantastical city where its inhabitants could make the world's collective historical fantasies come to life. Sexual ones included. I didn't have all the waifus from Fate and Genshin Impact at the ready, but I was getting there. In just a few more weeks, I'll have the complete cast at the ready, and the whole world would bow down before me out of their own volition.

"Grrr." the freckled brunette just growled, "Just thinking about being kicked out makes me want to kill someone for their ticket!"

"Fine! We'll figure something out." I said- throwing my hands up in capitulation, "It'll be three months before Fate Impact Land is anywhere ready to open. So, I suppose you can stay until then. For the moment, just... reign in your feral thirsting."

Amy blinked in amazement.

"Wait... me threatening to go on a killing spree in a berserk lesbian rage worked?" She wondered out loud before gratefully launching herself onto me in a hug, "Oh, thank you! I'll name my firstborn child after you! I'll sing praises to them about how gracious you are!"

"Yes, yes... you owe me big time."

"I'll do anything as long as I can stay here!" was Panacea's ready reply and I sighed. I thought that it was a terribly lopsided offer, even if she did have powers over meat. But I suppose if it keeps things in New Wave stable, that was good enough. Panacea stayed quiet for the rest of the ride- just quietly enjoyed the aerial view of Fate Impact Land. The many Fate Impact waifus waving at us as we passed by. And though none of them were truly sentient or real, the bright happy smile that Amy wore certainly was real.

This was a meatbag who had been awakened to the Robussy, and soon, the rest of the world will as well.

[The Brockton Bay Undercity]

In a darkened control room illuminated only by the glow of computer screens, the criminal mastermind Coil sat. His usual costume, a black bodysuit with a single silver snake embossed on it- coiling up and around his torso to rest over his head.

*Ring*Rin-*

Coil picked up the phone on the second ring. His muscular right arm gripping the burner phone

"Boss? I have news about our interview with Brandish." Tattletale's voice spoke, "The massive plot of land... the existence of Fate waifus in a secret location... Magos really is planning on opening a Fate Impact theme park. Autonomous gynoid waifus included."

His interest was immediately piqued at that. Mouth salivating at the thought. Could Tattletale be implying what he thinks she was implying...? No, he had to make sure.

"And by autonomous, you mean..." He clarified.

"Walking and talking. And knowing Magos, fucking too." Tattletale scoffed, and Coil immediately split the timeline.

Launching himself out of his chair, he shouted victoriously.

"The Promised Land Does!"

"How did you figure this out?" He calmly asked her as he quietly closed the other timeline.

"Brandish spoke about the existence of an autonomous Abigail Williams gynoid- having seen it in person." She confirmed his wildest dreams, "She relayed how it wanted to meet someone named 'Tom.' So, we can assume that it's programmed to have desires. My power says that Magos has likely made other gynoids of Fate Impact waifus as well- given what we know of him."

Tom? Could it be...

Coil slipped on the black low-rise panties that came with his Abigail love doll over his face.

"A cute and funny angel is waiting for me! Cyte and funny."

Coil nodded in agreement as he calmly replied, "I can see the reasoning behind that. Did you manage to find out when he plans to open this park?"

"No, my power isn't giving me any accurate guesses." Tattletale muttered in annoyance, "Best guess is anywhere from three months to five years."

Coil grabbed his Abigail love doll and twirled it around in the air.

"Five Years is but a short interlude in my forever with Abigail!"

"I see..." Coil hummed in consideration, "So Magos really was going to uphold his end of the bargain. Eventually. The Fate Impact park's opening will have a profound impact on Brockton Bay's local economy and politics as immigration skyrockets. Yes, we'll have to prepare well for it."

"That's understating it, boss." His Thinker minion sighed, "The Fate Impact Park's opening is going to be the reverse of an Endbringer attack: Everyone's going to be flocking to the city, and Brockton Bay's population will quadruple within the month. Never thought this hellhole city of three hundred thousand will see one million souls... but here we are looking down the barrel of millions.And that's not counting seasonal visitors! This quiet little city by the bay is about to become the East Coast's equivalent of Las Vegas with tens of millions of visitors each year."

"More people means more opportunity." He pointed out.

"And more competition." She shot back. "If fending off foreign cape groups wanting a slice of the rich Quebecois pie that Dragon is making here was bad in the past few weeks, it's going to be a hundred times worse when Magos' robo-pussy park opens. The Undercity is already a powder keg of capes, and this waifu park might just be the spark that would blow this city sky high."

Coil drummed his fingers against his desk. She did have a point. There certainly was much to consider, and there was certainly a lot of work to be done. Current events were already challenging to manage.

With the Undercity still mostly unexplored, gangs and cape groups from different cities have had free reign to stake their claim on small plots of territories.

Like rats' nests, these little bases were hidden in the vast kilometres of gargantuan subway tunnels and service routes that the Mechanicus has been relentlessly digging over the past weeks. The ABB, the E88 and the Merchants have been the most active they've ever been trying to secure their territory and stamp out these new arrivals.

Coil himself had done his best to insulate his own organisation from getting caught in the crossfire, but with the upcoming Fate Impact Park to open, and the deluge of people that will be scrambling to the city... Direct conflict will be an eventuality.

"In the meantime..." He hummed in a serious tone, "Tattletale, get closer to New Wave. I want you to be there to grill Panacea for information when she returns."

"So, do nothing and just hang out with one of the neighbourhood wine aunts?" She laughed, "I can do that, boss. No take backsies!"

With that, she hung up, and Coil leaned back in his chair- fingers steepling.

But all of these things paled against the reality that there was an Abigail Williams gynoid out there, and she was searching forhim. A shiver of anticipation ran through his entire body at the thought of an actual responsive Abigail Williams. He was starting to feel unfulfilled by how unresponsive the dolls that he had acquired from Magos were. Yet here reality has come knocking: An Abigail Williams gynoid out there, and she was searching forhim.

No one was going to come between them. No one.

[Fate Impact Land]

I glanced over to Amy who went silent as we landed on the air pad to the medical facility where we kept her sister in stasis.

Wordlessly, we walked down through the sterile halls of plain white metal and into Vicky's operating theatre. Despite having all the waifu gynoids at her disposal, she actually spent a lot of time here- proof that Amy did care. And if there was any doubt, they were washed away by the sorrowful expression she wore as we stood in front of the mutated and time-stopped form of Victoria Dallon.

Still blames herself for what happened.

"Oh Vicky..." I heard Amy murmured wistfully- her green eyes staring at her sister's frozen form. It was a poignant scene. This freckled, brown-haired girl in Red-Cross robes staring up at the sister who she had accidentally disfigured for life.

My red-robed frame stood beside her white-robed one as I placed a hand on her shoulder, "We're getting her cured in just a few minutes, Amy. Things will fall back to normalcy after this."

"Yeah... I guess it will."

Initiating Rite of Awakening for the Stasis Platform...

With a mental command, the repulsors underneath the Stasis Platform to initiate- the low thrumming of anti-gravity emanators reverberating out as the platform began to slowly- and very gently- float a foot or two above the floor with Vicky's grotesque form still frozen atop it...

"It's kinda weird now." The white-robed brunette softly said.

"What is?" I asked as I glanced over to the Stasis Platform.

"That I don't find her unbearably attractive anymore." Amy murmured deep in thought as she stared into her sister's frozen eyes as she slowly floated by. "I never realised just how much this had been fucking me up. For the first time in years, Vicky is just... my sister, and I've almost forgotten how sisterly love felt- like it's going to be okay as long as I have my sister by my side, and it feels good. Just... good to have your closest family member with you. Like that's how I was always supposed to feel about her. And ugh, I feel like I keep saying that a lot, but..."

Nodding, the freckled brunette paused to let out a soft exhale before turning her green eyes towards me.

"Thanks, Magos. I owe you, and I mean it." she began, "I really do. If it wasn't for you... Vicky would never have found the help she needed, Carol would still have been pushing herself to the breaking point over her job, and I would have crumbled under the stress and done something stupid and terrible to Vicky... New Wave-I- owe you a lot. And since I know you're not a bad guy... So, those three favours that I agreed to do for you? Screw that. Whatever you need-anything at all- Panacea's your girl."

It was a sincere thank you from a normally socially-prickly girl; and although she was a meatbag, her passion and unrelenting lust for robussy has moved my synthetic heart.

"You're welcome, Amy." I nodded, gently taking her hand and pulling her into a hug. "Here's to hoping that you and your sister's relationship will be better off this time around."

The brief physical contact seemed to surprise her slightly, but her lips still tugged into a wide grin as she looked up at me.

"... Cool it with the sexual tension, bud. I'm not into guys." She joked.

"And I'm not into meatbags."

"Hahahaha!" We both burst out into peals of shared laughter as we hold onto each other for support. Friends, I suppose. By virtue of our mutual desire to fuck robots and our mutual sexual disgust for one another. Well, mostly mutual...

~W~Panic/Lust bubbles up as she realises that she holds some honest affection for you after having been- however indirectly- sexually satisfied by you.~M~

~W~Amy is struggling with the fact that she wouldn't mind going bi for you.~M~

~W~Panic/Lust.~M~

... I'll just do the classy thing and not bring that up.

But by the Machine-God, I'm not even actively trying to romance her, and here she was already developing feelings for me! All because I believed in giving an excellent employee correspondingly excellent medical benefits! Was every meat-female here on Earth-Bet- in one form or another- a depressed, overworked loner struggling so much to form effective coping mechanisms and so utterlystarvedof honest affection to the point that they'd latch onto the first 'cute' guy who expresses something even remotely close to genuine care for them?!

"Archmagossss~! Another visitor is here to see you!" a little girl's voice yelled out, and both Amy and I turned around to spot little Abigail Williams leading a much taller woman by the hand. Alexandria's brown eyes lit up the moment she saw me.

~W~Affection floats up as Rebecca remembers what you two have been doing these past 24 hours.~M~

~W~It has been a whirlwind romance for her, and she can't get enough of it.~M~

~W~Affection.~M~

... Nevermind, I think I got my answer.

"Good job, Abigail." I praised the little girl. "Have some sweets. Be sure to share with your friends."

"Thank you, Archmagos!"

"Magos..." the older woman greeted with a fond smile. Clad in gunmetal armoured bodysuit and an armoured half-skirt with visor, she managed to distance her look from her Alexandria persona while still having similar silhouettes.

"Who's the new girl?" Amy asked tersely.

Feels like you two had a warm moment and feels that it's been interrupted.

Amy's eye movement indicates that she's focusing on Rebecca's figure. Feels threatened by how tall and shapely she is.

"Call me Pergamum." Rebecca said with a knowing smile, "All you really need to know is that I'm a regular flying brick who'll be standing in as the muscle for this op. You must be Panacea, it's a pleasure to meet you."

I had to keep from facepalming as Rebecca apparently named herself after yetanotherlibrary in antiquity. Add to the fact that Pergamum was also a library to rival that of Alexandria might be a bit too on the nose too. It's like she wants to be found out. However, that little nugget of historical fact seemed to have been lost on Amy as instead of shaking Rebecca's offered hand, she chose instead to just glower atme.

"Yes, Amy?" I sighed.

"You already have my sister replaced with this cheap-ass Alexandria package?!" She demanded before throwing a glance at the doubly-disguised Brute heroine, "No offence."

"Some offence taken." Rebecca deadpanned as she retracted her hand. "Magos, can I tell her who I really am? After yesterday's debacle with Taylor, this kind of treatment is getting tiresome quickly."

"Very well." I capitulated as I walked over to Vicky and double-checked the stasis field integrity as she slowly floated for the Warp Gate, "I trust you're familiar with your armour's costume change function by now. Feel free to dazzle Panacea."

Rebecca fiddled for a few seconds with her armour before it began furling back into her regular outfit. Necron Cryptek techno-sorceries at work transmogrifying the molecular composition of it, reshaping the colour and texture of each individual strand. Naturally, such transmogrification technology had fascinating military and industrial applications outside of just haute couture, but... Rebecca seemed to appreciate it a lot. And I was vindicated yet again that gifting great clothes for your girlfriend was always the right move; first, it was power armour for Dragon, now it was a shapeshifting costume for Rebecca. And the hidden functions that I placed into that outfit... I can't wait for her to discover them.

Meanwhile, Panacea was just plain unimpressed as she watched Rebecca's outfit continue to reform around her body like shifting shadows. The effect of having been living in my technological wonderland of Fate Impact Land, I suppose.

"Oh, please." the healer cape scoffed, arms crossed and a dismissive expression on her face. "I'm part of New Wave. We're practically the most recognisable cape family in Brockton Bay, I can fucking guarantee you that I don't give a rat's ass who you ar-"

Then Rebecca's costume finished shifting, and Amy's green eyes widened to dinner plates.

"Holy shit, you're fuckingAlexandria!" The brunette cried as she began nervously sweating as she realised who she had been disrespecting all this time.

"I'll be honest. It feels good to be recognised again." was Rebecca's smug reply, and Amy just continued stammering wide-eyed.

"But you're supposed to be on that secret mission shit- I mean... Uh... should I still be coming along?" Amy hesitantly asked Alexandria. "I mean, what kind of trouble are we expecting that Magos needs you to come along... ma'am?"

"I'm just here for deterrence, mostly." Rebecca hummed- morphing her costume back into her gray alternate costume, "People tend to underestimate the Chloe-Skitarii armed with Taser weapons, but a Brute Cape? Someone who you know is physically stronger, tougher and can break bones like toothpicks? Now that's an instinctual fear that everyone in Earth-Bet knows very well. A primal caveman instinct that we'll be leveraging to our advantage today."

She aimed a confident smile at the younger heroine.

"So, don't worry, you're in little danger, Panacea."

"...thank you, ma'am."

Alexandria nodded, "It's what I do."

"No, that's not what I'm thanking you for." Amy corrected, "I meant about coming along specifically for this mission to help my sister."

Rebecca's features softened at that as she looked over to me. Her brown eyes glittering with affection.

"Thank Magos. He asked a favour. I couldn't say no." she said fondly... which was more than enough for Amy to put the pieces together. Her green eyes wide with disbelief as she pointed her finger at us.

"Wait a minute, are you two...fucking?!"

"No!" "Yes."

Rebecca and I glanced at each other for a second. Her eyes narrowed.

"I'm fine with the rest of the Triumvirate knowing." She told me in an even tone of voice, "But let's not make our relationship public knowledge."

"You're not exactly making it a secret either." I shrugged back. "What did that internal memorandum that you distribute say to capes that had relationships with partners that PR considered... 'problematic'? Ah yes. Learn how to act naturally."

"So, you two definitely are!" Amy cried out- practically hyperventilating before loosing a verbal barrage. "Holy shit. Holy shit! This ishuge! Is it true that she's pregnant? Wait, aren't you like a third of her age? Wait, aren't you not-legal sixteen?! Alexandria is breaking the law for you?! That'sspicy!"

I glanced over to the nervously sweating Rebecca who was caught in a dilemma.

Is torn between admitting that she has a thing for blond teens and outing herself as a cradle-robbing cougar, or feigning ignorance and coming off as being so easy that she'd let a toaster-obsessed weirdo talk her into his bed.

I could help her out of course- There were twelve different plausible things that I could say to Amy to wave off any awkwardness about our recently developed sexual relationship... and naturally, I was going to do none of them.

"She has a teen blond kink." I told Amy in a flat tone, and Rebecca immediately burst into a nuclear red blush.

"Magos!"

"Oh my god!" Amy shrieked, "Alexandria has a less-than-legal kink for less-than-legal blonds-"

"Amy, only I can bully Alexandria." I interrupted her, "So, be civil to and about my other employees, or I'm kicking you out of Fate Impact Land."

"... as I was saying, that's perfectly understandable." Amy just nodded serenely as if that explained everything- walking over to Alexandria and shaking her hand, "It's good to meet a fellow sister in the Church of Hot Blondes and Blonds. Never thought it would be Alexandria though, but I'll give you some credit: Magos is seriously cute in his Aoicus identity, er... objectively speaking."

I just shook my head as I began to lead the floating stasis platform out of the room and into the corridor.

"Let's go already." I called back to them, and they did- falling in step behind me as we headed to the Warp Gate that led to the rendezvous point with Toybox.

"Can I ask you something though?" I heard Amy whisper to Rebecca as they followed behind me, "Is the Cyberdong really as big as it looks in Dragon's porn?"

That was quite the question to ask the most iconic heroine since the dawn of parahumans, but Amy's confidence (read: lack of shame) seemed to have been emboldened after having lived in a haven of sex that was Fate Impact Land. More surprising however was Alexandria's response. They must not have known, but there were cameras everywhere, so I saw it when Rebecca glanced at my back for a moment before holding her hands a very specific distance apart, a slightly smug smirk on her face.

"... dayum." Amy said with a low whistle, "That's a big girl ride right there. No wonder he went after you, I don't think a normal girl can take that."

"... he's surprisingly gentle." Rebecca said before adding a bit more quietly, "And he's really good with his tongue."

"Huh, I always thought he'd be a more selfish lover." Amy replied as she gave me a strange look behind my back, a light blush on her face. "If he's as good as any of the waifus here..."

Great... I had both Dallon meatbag siblings lusting after me now. But I'm glad that my sexual prowess is allowing Alexandria to make fast friends out of Panacea. Hopefully, the same could be said when she talks with Dragon. It was important for members of my nascent harem of lustful AIs and sexy cyborgs to get along after all. And wouldn't that be quite the sight? The famous Dragon and the equally legendary Alexandria. Especially if I get them both in french maid outfits... Two lovely caramel brown ladies in frilly white lace trim on black wool dresses, gracefully fluffy petticoats and thigh-hugging stockings. French maid Dragon and french maid Alexandria.

Yes... the sooner I can get Vicky back into a proper body, the sooner I can enjoy an AI in a french maid costume.

"Hey Magos, where are we meeting Toybox?" Amy piped up.

"In their camp hideout just east of Cleveland." I told her.

"Wait, we're going toOhio?!" Amy shouted in abject terror- taking a step back. "No, not Ohio! Anywhere but Ohio!"

"Calm down." I sighed, "What happened to you back during the Behemoth fight was just bad luck. It's not like an Endbringer is going to attack again while we're there."

"Easy for you to say!" She grumbled, "You weren't the one pulling long hours while freezing your ass off in the middle of bumfuck nowhere! Cincinnati was bad enough in December, but now we're going further north-east?! I mean, can't we meet Toybox somewhere nice like a beach in North Carolina?"

Alexandria just gave the younger heroine a stern stare.

"Panacea, quit your bitching and do it for your sister."

"yes ma'am." Amy squeaked, and Alexandria nodded- apparently satisfied. I didn't have the heart to tell the Triumvirate heroine.

Amy is turned on. Is a sub. Notable daddy and mommy issues.

Sexually confused because Alexandria's hair isn't blonde like Vicky's, but she still feels arousal

Amy and Rebecca can work that out themselves.

However, that was for later, for we had reached our destination: the medical wing's{Warp Gate}hall. A cavernous great hall of white walls, white floor tiles and sterilised air. Deliberately engineered to be large enough to be a hangar for the largest commercial airplanes, this place was to be the triage centre for future Endbringer attacks- housing and treating Endbringer victims by the thousands with even more space in the surrounding hangars. And right at the back wall was a massive arc not unlike the Arc De Triomphe in Paris, the{Warp Gate}itself, large enough to accommodate the passage of my Knight-Atropos through it.

Hewn on its great black surface, a thousand angels stared down at us as we approached. The left side of their faces rendered with skeletal bionics, and the other half had their lips mid-prayer.

I muttered a quiet prayer to the Machine-God as well. Opening a portal this wide, across dimensions, to accommodate cargo that should be temporally locked... this was going to be the most exposure to Warp energies I've had in a while. Even when the Warp was relatively calm and tampered with in a controlled environment, the chances of forever losing one's soul was non-zero.

Initiating Rite of Awakening for Warp Gate:Fate Impact Land...

Warp Gate:Fate Impact Land... heeds the Archmagos' command...

Initiating Rite of Remote Awakening for Warp Gate:Ohio...

Warp Gate: Ohio... heeds the Archmagos' command...

Performing Ordination of Warp Gate Synchronizations

Warp Gates Synchronized

Awakening Warp Gate at 66% max load

Purple and pink lightning swirled around a single point at the centre like a spinning fan, and the iris opened. First to the size of a small window peering out to shadows, then to the size of a door to nowhere, then to the size of a dark mountain tunnel leading to the abyss, then finally... Space succumbed, Time shattered and all the wrongness in the galaxy opened its arms wide to receive us. A gargantuan maw to unreality itself opened wide to loose a tidal wave of raw emotion with such weight that it was like a physical force pushing against us. Tickling joy, smouldering anger, bitter melancholy, glass-like Hope, green jealousy and myriads of others... all of it brushing at the back of minds. Prickling at our very souls.

"Magos..." Alexandria breathed- staring at the turbulent surface of the open Warp Gate like two oceans of two different planets clashing together, "...what the hell?"

"Exactly." I quietly said back. "Give it a moment..."

Warp Gate semi-stable equilibrium achieved at 85%~

Then... the Warp Gate stabilised under Necron techno-sorceries. The chaotic surface stilled, but not completely. Like looking at the disturbed surface of a pond, a grassy field appeared before us through the choppy ripples. A group of people already waiting on the other side in the distance.

"Alright." I nodded- beckoning to the wary-eyed Alexandria and Panacea. "Let's go."

Amy paused for a moment. "Ah, shit. Here we go again."

So, under the gaze of the arch's thousand stony-faced angels, we walked through the titanic Warp Gate. Passing the place where the laws of time and space cannot exist. Traversing strange aeons and myriad realities where all things are possible and nothing is beholden to reason. Tunnelling deeper and deeper into hell than the light of any good god has ever touched to reach the place that lay beyond.

To reach Ohio.