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Eclipse has royally screwed the pooch on Group Admin/Voting (and the Journal writer/editor), but I've found a workaround, please use this link/address to vote:;)
it will show only active items that need voting (in theory) with the OLDEST submissions first. Submissions have the maximum allowable time of 30 days before expiration, there is no reason for active admins to leave things that long (other than this shitty eclipse interface, to which the message log above lets us bypass).
If submissions continue to expire en masse going forward, I will begin demoting/revoking Contributor status. I've tried to stay laid back while we all adjust to the changes, but our community is suffering so it's time to step up.
As a reminder, and to keep it posted on the main page, I'm repeating the ONE Rule below:
[ the One Rule: ]
One Rule to Ring Them All,
One Rule to Find Them,
One Rule to Bring Them All,
And in Our Gallery Bind Them.
It seems there has been a little confusion in voting of late, so to clarify...
This group has but one rule: "If it shows women as STRONG, its accepted; if it shows women as WEAK, its rejected."
Muscle tone is encouraged, but not required. If a piece shows, for example, an FBB being overpowered by a smaller male opponent IT IS DECLINED as it still shows the woman as weak by comparison. If a piece shows a small woman overpowering a large man, than obviously its in. Strength/Power is the relevant factor, not size.
(Sometimes size/muscle-mass is the only power-indicator provided in a picture, in which case we have to use it. So, fair warning, do not submit Blizzard-esque male-to-female body proportions without CLEARLY showing her overpowering him. The character's relative Canon power levels will be considered, if known, but this may not always be enough. For example, if a picture shows an exaggerated/hyper-buff Batman and Superman with a scrawny Wonder Woman - even though she is established as on-par with Superman in Strength, the piece will still likely be declined as tending toward M-Dom [aka South of the Demarcation 50-50 Line]. Stay at or above the F=M power line and your submission will be approved.)
We try to be as inclusive as possible, so as long as something qualifies 50% it is allowed. (this may sound like a second rule, but its more of a sub-clause of the One Rule.... ;) )
Being inclusive means in addition to clearly Amazonian art, we also allow STORIES and the following items which fall right on the 50% line:
* Furry/Anthro/Taur/Hybrid (half-woman/half-animal)
* Cyborg/Gynoid (half-woman/half-machine)
* Futanari/Hermaphrodite (half-woman/half-man - again "F >= M" applies here, so SHE must be/appear more female than male overall. [for clarity: this does not preculde hyper endowment, but it does mean no "male-herms" or "femboys"; as to the rest, it becomes extremely subjective and must be reviewed case by case.] Also, remember dA has additional rules regarding the presence of male genetalia. And, its pretty hard to meet the 50% line without at least the implied presence of female genetalia. [and a lack thereof would not be a true hermaphrodite/futa, which suggests it would fall below the 50% margin required for submission - the subject is controversial enough without getting into the mostly-male territory which clearly does not belong in an Amazon-themed/female-centered group.])
* Mixed combat (where the female is at least as strong/capable as her male opponent)
* Some Peril (provided the woman is still shown as physically and emotionally powerful/dangerous)
(again to clarify, MUST be at least half woman [defined as: humanoid-female] and shown as strong, not helpless)
It should go without saying, but we allow ALL ART FORMS INCLUDING MORPHS.
That being said, there has been some controversy of late regarding morphs submitted to this group. It culminated in unprofessional behavior from two admins that resulted in a member quitting the group. Although the admins in question CLEARLY overstepped the limited authority granted by the ONE RULE, they did bring up a legitimate concern:
** Some morphs do not meet the 50-50 line, the most common reason for which is the use of a predominantly MALE BODY (taken from a Male-Bodybuilder Photo) with in many cases only a female head pasted on. There is no reason to use a male chest or arms to create what is supposed to be a female body builder, there are pleanty of large, well-defined female body builders, as well as 3D Stock and Tutorials on how to morph and if needed draw/shade in muscle detail. Use of a male body as the primary source for the morph is clear reason for decline, as again it falls below the 50-50 line.
The items below are clearly not even remotely Amazonian, are in fact the very antithesis of it and thus not only DECLINED, but will be cause for BANNING if repeatedly submitted:
* Ryona (except when its F-F and the dominant woman is SHOWN.)
* Guro (same as above, but ONLY ALLOWED IF the death was caused by a SUPERIOR WOMAN not a weapon.)
* M-Dom (NEVER EVER EVER ALLOWED. THERE IS NO EXCEPTION HERE, ONLY BANNING.)
* Male characters. (completely bloody off-topic. But this also means that if the picture focuses primarily on male characters, or shows them as significantly stronger than the female characters in the picture/story that it most certainly will not be allowed in this group. Example, a picture of a bodybuilding couple where the male has 20" arms and the female has 16" arms- will be rejected UNLESS she is out-lifting/overpowering him in the picture.)
* Most Peril (This one is tricky, its one thing for her to be chained and fighting her restraints, quite another for her to be shown as completely helpless. Peril items must be carefully reviewed: if it portrays her as strong and defiant, possibly on the verge of breaking free then it is allowed; if she is shown as helpless, broken, facing certain death then it is considered RYONA, and is grounds for banning.)
I will WARN FIRST so long as the submission appears to be an innocent mistake. This means I WILL NOT WARN BEFORE BANNING UNDER THE FOLLOWING CONDITIONS:
* I have warned you before, especially more than once in the same month. (It is YOUR RESPONSIBILITY to know the rule[s] of the groups you submit to.)
* Your gallery is primarily composed of Ryona, Peril, or M-Dom works. (If it is, you're in the wrong group.)
* The deviation submitted is extremely M-Dom/Ryona, unmistakably so. (Such as the works of several former members who are now PERMA-BANNED, many of which went as far as Guro.)
* The only character in your submission is MALE and I do not believe you submitted it by mistake. (As when your gallery is predominantly male characters, and when you do draw females they are toothpicks with boobs.)
* I discover you are simply SPAMMING irrelevant submissions to any group you can, regardless of the groups rules. (I've caught a couple now who abuse the fact that we allow non-members to submit, and this is the reason they are limited to ONE submission per day, no features, and require a grid-locking 7 votes to be approved. If the item you submit is just an ordinary pinup [non-amazon], and its in 200+ groups already- OR its not even contain a person/character at all, you will be banned immediately.)
Again, for those who would prefer the rule as a mathematical proof: "F >= M". This is the only truth/condition that will be allowed in our gallery. Equal does not always mean victorious, but it NEVER means victim/helpless.
Questions, Comments, Thoughts? Feedback would be greatly appreciated. I am trying to keep this group as inclusive as I can without going off-topic.;) ;) ;)
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A group devoted to locating, cataloging, and promoting Amazon Artists and Strong Women of all levels of skill and exposure - on dA and beyond.

POSTING RULES:
I'll say it again: this is a place for STRONG AND CAPABLE WOMEN of all sizes, abilities, and physiques. We try to be as inclusive as possible, but will not accept anything antithetical to the group's purpose.

DO NOT POST OR ACCEPT ANYTHING PORTRAYING WOMEN AS WEAK OR HELPLESS. This is NOT a group for RYONA, GURO, PERIL, or M-DOM. I will give 1 warning, after which I will start banning repeat offenders.

(now I understand why other groups yell in these description blocks)
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Polly's powerful pecsWhen she was a 13 year old girl, Polly envisioned herself with DDs. Her imagination had to work hard, because when she turned to watch herself in the mirror from the side, it was perfectly clear that her upper body was completely flat. She held her hands in front of her shirt, to indicate how far her imaginary big breasts would reach.Polly sighed and dropped her hands to her side. She was a tall, skinny girl, built exactly like her mother and her older sister, who also had next to nothing in the breast department. In her school there were younger girls who already had bigger breasts than Polly’s mom!“Face it, Polly,” she told the reflection in the mirror. “You should be really happy when in the upcoming years, they turn out to be Bs.”Her prediction proved to be optimistic. While she watched with jealousy how all the girls around her blossomed, she remained flat until she was 15. And even when she started growing, she was never bigger than a small A.There was another girl in her class who was almost as flat as she was, so Polly felt like there was someone who she could relate to a bit. She was astounded when after her sixteenth birthday, the other girl entered the class with a pair of big breasts. It had been her birthday present, she announced, while she proudly showed her upper body to everyone. The boys almost drooled.It felt like betrayal to Polly. And she knew she would never be able to afford a boob job, because mom had to work hard for just enough money to pay their food.It didn’t stop Polly from dreaming about big breasts. And then, when she was 17, she stumbled upon a clip on the internet. Polly’s mouth fell open when she saw how a woman flexed her muscles, bigger than Polly could ever have imagined. Her arms were easily three times bigger than Polly’s! It was intimidating, and at the same time fascinating. She couldn’t stop watching.And then, the woman put her hands together in front of her. With a big smile, she flexed her chest muscles, making her firm breasts rise up several centimeters. Polly gasped at the sight of the hard, striated muscle tits.She watched the clip over and over again. “I want those too!” Polly panted. “That is so exciting!”Fortunately for her, her school had a gym the students could use free of charge. She found some training schedules and soon she could be found almost every day in the gym. Pushups, bench presses, dumbbell flies, cable crossovers… She would do every workout that would make her pecs grow.Very soon, she got the attention of her sports teacher, who was happy that Polly finally showed some interest in physical activities. He quickly noticed her exercises were very one-sided, and gave her suggestions for more balanced workouts. Still, Polly would give more attention to her chest muscles.The results quickly showed. She could see a small layer of muscle forming underneath her breasts. But unfortunately, the little bit of breasts that she had seemed to melt away with the exercises.Another side effect was that the rest of her body grew bigger as well. Polly didn’t mind. As she had always been very skinny, she was glad her body started to fill up a bit. Her limbs showed small muscle arcs and her abs, which had always been visible, became more pronounced.She started following fitgirls and female bodybuilders on social media. To learn more exercises, she told herself. But more often, she found herself staring at their enormous muscles and their thick pecs, mesmerized.She finished school, and her sports teacher made sure she could use the gym during the summer vacation. Polly had all the time, and spent lots of time there, further improving her body.She was only one of the few who used the gym in those months; everyone else was on vacation, out of town.A few days after she had turned eighteen, Polly was in the gym with just one boy from another class in the final year. She had almost finished her workout, when he approached her.“Wow, Polly,” he said. “You have really grown this year!”She was a bit amazed. Boys hardly ever spoke to her. To her, it seemed they were always more interested in the girls with big boobs. Also, she thought that boys might be a bit intimidated by her height. At 1.88, Polly was taller than most of the boys. This one wasn’t any different. She looked down at him. What was his name again?“Yeah, I guess,” she said. “I’ve only just started, and I’ve found I love to work out, and I dream of growing even bigger.”“Really?” he gushed. “Do you want to show me how big you are now?”Polly blushed. Why was he interested in her? “What do you have in mind?”He blushed too. “Will you flex your biceps for me?”“Oh… Right, sure.” She brought up her upper arm and flexed. A small, feminine arc appeared. “It isn’t really big yet, but I’ve improved a lot already.”“Wow, Polly! My arms look like noodles next to yours!” The boy flexed his own arm, which was clearly not as big as hers. It gave her a strange feeling.They held their flex for some moments more, both embarrassed and excited at the same time.“Do you want to feel it?” Polly asked. The thought that a boy was interested in her muscles was weird, but promising.“Y-yes!” He reached out and put his hand on she small muscle on her upper arm. He squeezed lightly. “Wow!”She let him feel her for some time more. Then, he asked her if he could see her again. “Sure. I’m here almost every day, usually around 3. It’s really quiet around that time.”So they kept seeing each other. They would first work out in silence, and at the end she would flex her small but defined muscles, and show him that she was bigger than he was. Sometimes she would let him feel her.Polly was glad he especially enjoyed her chest muscles. As far as she knew, it was the first time a boy had shown interest in her chest! So she put more emphasis on her pecs exercises than ever, hoping to make her chest muscles even bigger.When the end of the vacation came near, he asked her if he could make a video of her posing. She hesitated, and he promised he’d keep the images all for himself. So Polly agreed, but she insisted her face couldn’t be seen.That was the last time she saw him. They went to different universities. Polly had received a full scholarship, including a room in a student home with a dozen other female students.She felt uneasy, those first months. The others in her home were mostly rich girls, some clearly with big fake boobs. They were often talking about fashion and boyfriends and vacations in exotic places. So she didn’t spend much time with them, and often went to the library to study.And she found a cheap gym, off-campus, where she would go as often as she could.So that was mostly what her life consisted of: studying and working out. Which resulted in excellent study results, and a body that kept growing rapidly.Polly was confused by the changes in her body. She loved to stand in front of the mirror in the gym and admire her expanding muscles. But on the other hand, she didn’t dare to show her muscles to other people, afraid of what they might say about it.This was only worsened when a message appeared in the app group with her former class mates from secondary school. There were some screen shots from the video in which Polly flexed her muscles. The others in the group had all kinds of nasty comments, like those muscles were gross, that the girl was a freak. Apparently, they didn’t know it was Polly.After some time, Polly left the app group. She wondered what the others would say if they would see her now. She had grown a bit since that video. Her biceps were now decent bumps, and when she flexed her thighs, small hills appeared on the sides of her legs.But of course, it were her pecs that were really standing out. Her chest was now bigger than it ever had been, and it was all pure muscle.During the Christmas break she didn’t go home, like all the other girls. Polly spent those days in front of her mirror, trying to move her pecs. After long days of practicing, she finally got the hang of it. She loved the way she could make her chest muscles bounce. And she wanted more of it, to make it look even more impressive.While Polly kept growing stronger and more muscular, it became harder to hide her expanding physique for the world. Of course some people in her gym knew what she looked like, but she always wore wide hoodies and baggy pants at home and the university. And so she could build a spectacular body without anyone around her knowing it.Until Polly was in her third year. One evening, there was a knock on her door. Which was surprising, because nobody knocked at her door anymore.It was one of her housemates. “Hey!” she said. “We’re going to have a girl’s night, because we’re all single. Do you want to join? We’ll probably watch a movie and have a drink and chat. Nothing special.” She hesitated for a moment, and tilted her head. “You’re single as well, aren’t you? Sorry if I’m asking too much.”“No, it’s okay.” Polly thought for a moment. “Yes, sure. Why not?”“Awesome! We’ll start the movie in about half an hour, but you can join us now, if you want. We’re all there already.”“Yes. Give me some time to get ready.”“Sure. But you can come as you are, it’s just us, you know?”Alone in her room, the muscle girl decided she wouldn’t change clothes, but just wear the clothes she was always wearing. So five minutes later, she entered the living room, where all the other girls had already gathered. Polly greeted everyone and realized she didn’t even know all their names. She sat down in a corner and observed the others, who clearly knew each other much better.Soon, it became clear to her that in the whole group, there had been only two girls with a relationship, and both those relationship had broken up that week. One of the recent singles was a pretty girl with dark hair, who was talking a lot and getting a lot of attention.Then the movie started, a romcom. There were drinks, there were snacks, and Polly sometimes made comments about the movie to the girl next to her.This is nice, she said to herself. I should hang out with these girls more often.When the movie was finished, one of the girls said: “Please Shawna, tell us one more time why your boyfriend broke up with you!” Several other girls cheered. They had obviously heard the story before. Also, Polly guessed they had been drinking a beer or two.“Well,” Shawna said, while she waited for everyone to be quiet, so she had their full attention. “My boyfriend, who is my ex-boyfriend now, broke up because… he didn’t like that I have more muscles than he has!”Everybody burst out laughing, but Polly was surprised. Wasn’t she the only muscle girl in the house?“Show us, Shawna!” one of the girls shouted, and several other started chanting: “Gun show! Gun show!”The dark-haired girl grinned, and rolled up her sleeves. When she was sure that everyone was watching her, she said: “You know that I’m a swimmer, and in the past year I’ve been training harder than ever before. These are the results!” She slowly brought up her arms and two serious balls appeared on her upper arms. She twisted her hands a bit, to make her impressive biceps move.All the other girls cheered, and Shawna beamed. She stood up, turned around and showed them her impressive back.“Oh my God, Shawna! You are so big! I wish I had muscles like you!” one of the girls shouted. Others clapped and whistled.Polly was amazed. Did these girls really like big muscles? On a girl?Shawna turned around, pulled down the rim of her shirt, and bounced her firm pecs. Everybody went completely wild.“Fuck the boys!” Shawna shouted when everybody calmed down a bit. “I want to become even muscular and stronger!”Everybody shouted even harder, and Shawna hit some more bodybuilding poses.“Look at those muscles! You must be as strong as Supergirl!”Shawna grinned. “Yes, I am. Does anyone dare to arm wrestle me?” She flexed her biceps once more.One of the girls, who was clearly a bit drunk, volunteered. They sat down at the table, and Shawna slammed the other girl’s hand down within a second. “This is too easy. I am way too strong for you,” she boasted. “Anyone else?”Some other girls tried, but all in vain. Shawna easily overpowered every single one of them, with incredible ease.She looked around triumphantly. “I am so strong! Stronger than most boys. Anyone else who dares to challenge my big, powerful muscles?”“Maybe our quiet guest?” someone suggested, and everybody turned towards Polly. She turned red instantly.She was in doubt. These girls clearly didn’t mind muscles on a girl, but she had been hiding her body for so long, it felt strange to reveal her secret. Then, she took a deep breath.“Okay,” she said, and smiled. She stood up, and pulled at the rim of her hoodie, so it was tight against her upper body. Everybody was looking at her, with puzzled looks. They were in for a big surprise!Suddenly, Polly’s shirt started moving wildly, as if something living was in there! She was flexing her mighty pecs alternatingly, and made the thick slabs of muscle move quickly.When she stopped, everybody was staring at her. “What was that?” Shawna asked. “Were you bouncing your boobs?”Polly nodded.“No way! You can’t be this big. It must be some kind of trick.”Polly just smiled. Slowly, she pulled her hoody over her head. Underneath, she was wearing a deep cut sports bra. When she tossed her hoody aside, everybody gasped. Polly brought up her muscle-packed arms, and hit a double biceps pose. She smiled when she saw the thick balls of muscle on her 40 centimeter upper arms. Shawna stared at Polly with her mouth open. The dark-haired girl was really muscular, but she looked small compared to Polly’s enormous size!When they had gotten over the surprise a bit, Polly turned her upper body around so they could all take a good look at her. She put her fists on her hips and flared out her lats. The girls had been amazed by the width of Shawna’s back, but Polly was clearly bigger. And then, she spread out her back even more!She turned around again and hit a most muscular pose. Several times, she moved her hands together and pumped her upper body to insane proportions. Then, she stood up straight, put her arms above her head, and flexed her chest muscles. With perfect muscle control, she made the thick slabs of muscle rise up at least ten centimeters, until they came close to her chin. She held the pose for some time.“Oh my God!” yelled one of the girls. “Your muscle tits are bigger than my breasts! I can’t believe it!”“Your body is unbelievable,” another girl gushed. “All those muscles! I wish I looked a bit more like you! You must be insanely strong!” She sighed.Shawna raised her hands. “Okay, okay, mystery lady. I know I’m outmuscled here. Would you like to arm wrestle, just to emphasize your physical superiority?”Polly smiled. “Sure! My name is Polly, by the way.”“I knew that.”Polly sat down, a bit unsure, because she had never arm wrestled before. But it appeared that just her raw strength was enough. She easily beat Shawna. After some encouragement by the other muscle girl, Polly proceeded arm wrestling two other girls at the same time. And once again, it wasn’t hard for her to push their hands down.Polly basked in the admiration of the other girls. I wish I had known this before, she thought to herself.Some girls asked her if they could feel Polly’s flexed muscles. She happily agreed, and flexed her biceps for them.“It’s as hard as rock!” one girl commented. She asked if she could also feel Polly’s chest, but the muscle girl didn’t feel ready to do that. “Maybe next time,” she said.One girl asked if they could make a group pic. Polly stood in front of them, and flexed her monster biceps. All the others flexed too, but they looked tiny compared to Polly. Just Shawna came a bit close. “This will sure attract the attention of the boys,” they said to each other, as they all posted the pic on their socials.Next, Polly posed a bit more for them. She finished with bouncing her pecs. When Polly looked down at her powerful muscle tits, she thought: well it's not the DDs I think I was envisioning as a 13 year old girl but I prefer these!
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Superwoman - 'Come On, Faster!' by svettzwo
THEME- Goddess Mode
Candi and Kat: Queen Gouda's RequestThe sky had scarcely begun lightening when a staccato of sharp raps came onto the front door. Kat blinked and glanced over at the unlit clock by her bed. “Five in the morning?” Kat muttered. “Nope.” She rolled over and pulled her pillow over her head. Awareness of her surroundings started to fade, as she felt consciousness slipping away. That was when a second series of raps happened, even louder than the first. Kat rolled out of bed, cursed, then stood up. She stalked to the door and flung it wide, snarling, “Are you bleeding?” “Not that I know of,” the slender figure replied. “Would you like to be?” Kat’s brain finally caught up with her mouth and she examined the figure more closely. Tall, with dark blue skin and silvery hair; the elf would have been nearly invisible to most anyone else in the dim light provided by the hallway. “Have we met?” she added, somewhat belatedly. The woman pouted for a second, “Aren’t earth-humans supposed to be awed by the presence of nephilim?” She looked Kat over, appraising her state of dress. “I’m censoring language that might get this an ‘R’-rating,” Kat said. “You woke me up. Awe is not the first thing that jumps into my head; it’s significantly outpaced by homicidal irritation.” “Good,” The woman gave a wry smile. “I prefer those who can think in all situations. I am Lady Neufchatel.” “Isn’t that a rather smelly sort of cheese?” Kat interrupted. “It is memorable, and a good substitute for my true name,” she replied. “I really don’t think that I am that forgettable.” Kat snorted. “I remember you. I just wondered about the name, since it’s kind of… not a normal name, you know?” She sighed and held up a hand. “Okay, wait. If you let me take us down the rabbit hole, I’m never going to get to go back to bed, and that wouldn’t bode well for anyone. Why are you here, your dark infernal muckitiness?” The elf drew in a sharp breath, then let it out in a quiet hiss as she tilted her head slightly downward, “I have come to humbly request an audience with my Goddess.” “Your Godde–oh. You mean Candi.” Kat shook her head. “So why are you here, specifically? Did you get lost and need directions?” “You are her High Priestess, are you not?” The elf cocked her head. “You are also easier to find, as you wear the gate-key.” “The second part I’ll give you, although if it means getting visitors before noon on a regular basis, I may have to find someone more worthy to hang on to it. Someone I don’t particularly like.” She took a breath. “Okay, so… you need me to pick up the phone, then?” “That is a colloquialism for… Translation charms don’t do well with those.” Neufchatel replied. “I mean, literally,” Kat said, “you need me to call Candi up on the phone and see if she can make time for an appointment for you in between her steady diet of burgers and trash and her gym workouts?” “I would greatly appreciate that,” The elf said, “There is a favour that the Queen would like to ask of her.” “Oh my god,” Kat said, “I actually heard you drop in the extra-British ‘U.’ Fine, I’ll call her. This is urgent, I take it?” “Anything dealing with Higher Powers is always urgent,” Neufchatel intoned. “Would you prefer some privacy as you commune with Her Magnificence?” Kat widened her lips into a Cheshire smile. “Oh no, stick around. I wouldn’t want to delay you getting the news.” The elf remained at attention, silent for now. The armored figure hadn’t assumed a relaxed posture at all during their exchange. Kat rolled her eyes and picked up her phone. “One moment,” she said in her best telemarketing operator’s voice, then tapped the shortcut for Candi’s phone. A tinny rendition of the Mighty Mouse theme song played through her speakers as she waited for Candi to answer. “Kat?” Candi said. “What’s wrong? You can’t be calling in time for morning exercises. There’s got to be some kind of life-and-death emergency. I’ll be right over!” Kat stared bemusedly at her phone–too easy, she thought–before turning to the elf. “She’ll be here in a moment.” She paused. “A few moments. Depending on traffic and how fast she pedals.” The elf stared at Kat for a few seconds, “I’m not going to ‘feed you a straight line’ based on what you just said. That would be too amusing for you.” She turned to face away from the house’ front door to stare into the darkness. A few moments later, a lone bicycle rounded the corner. Its rear tire skidded until its rider slowed down enough for it to gain traction. Candi skidded the bicycle to a stop on the lawn and hopped off. She had on her typical denim bikini and halter top. Her legs rippled with each step as she bounded up the steps to Kat’s apartment. “Kat? What’s wrong?” She looked to the elf, “Uh… Neufchatel?” “Hi Candi,” Kat waved, smiling. “You didn’t actually give me time to fill you in, so I couldn’t tell you that I had been set upon by an armored, sword-wielding dark elf.” She pouted. “Spoiled my fun.” “I have been sent by Queen Gouda to beg your assistance in an urgent matter, my Goddess.” The elf leaned forward to give a quick kiss to one of Candi’s protruding biceps. Candi shivered as she felt a tingle run through her arm and along her spine. “I… I see.” She thought, I really need to practice giving impressive and reassuring addresses. “I won’t refuse to listen to a heartfelt request from any of my followers.” Okay, It is kind of hard not to be in awe when she does that slight flexing thing, Kat thought as veins spiderwebbed over Candi’s muscles. Each striation stood out in more detail than usual. She reacts like that any time someone prays next to her or when someone she’s close to does. If I paid more attention, I could probably learn to tell if it’s Shayna or Cherry who’s doing it. It is tempting to… join them... She squeezed her eyes shut for a second. Too tempting. Kat cleared her throat, “I think we’re about to have a working vacation in the faerie realm, oh Biggus Bicepsius.” “The Queen has need of your aid to deal with opportunists who have taken advantage of the ongoing hostilities to further their own ends,” Neufchatel said. “Could you restate that in less formal language?” Candi asked, “That sounds excessively vague.” “This doesn’t seem to be the most appropriate location to discuss such things.” The elf looked around. “Is there somewhere that is more suitable for you to hold an audience?” “Knowing this goddess’ preferences, I would suggest either Antoine’s gym or Wendigo’s,” Kat sat her fingertips onto the biceps that the elf wasn’t holding onto the peak of. “Am I that predictable?” Candi asked. Kat blinked in faux-innocence at the mouse girl. “Only when you’re awake, I swear!” “Well, that’s different,” Candi replied, “No one can know what I’m about to do while sleeping.” She looked back and forth between Kat and the elf, “The restaurant is about a mile from here. We can walk or have three of us on a bicycle.” “One of these days,” Kat mused, “I’m cutting a hole in the passenger side footwell of my old Ford. Then you can run us around town like Fred Flintstone and save what remains of my transmission.” Given the logistical problems of seating three on a bicycle and steering, they decided that walking was the only viable choice. After a while, the trio arrived at the fast food place, “We’re a bit early for them to start serving breakfast foods, but that means we get the patio to ourselves.” “There will also be fresh coffee for people with refined palates,” Kat interjected with a sniff. “Barbarians, heathens, and goddesses will probably drink hot chocolate, though.” Candi pointed to Kat, Neufchatel and then herself, “That’s… There’s no need to elaborate on who’s who.” She pulled out a pair of seats at a patio table. “So, what is it that we’re supposed to help out with in the faerie realm?” Neufchatel daintily sat on one of the offered metal chairs, “I expect that more than one title can apply per person, and that they are not exclusive.” Kat grinned, dipped a finger in her coffee, and mimed drawing a point in the air in front of her. “Well played, Lady,” she grinned. “Well played.” “I think you’re deflecting, Kat. Lady Neufchatel, you were about to explain…?” Candi said.The elf took a sip of her hot chocolate, managing to not disturb the cap of whipped cream with toffee that floated on it. “As you know, Her Majesty’s army has been busy campaigning against the actions of her enemies. This has left her scant resources to deal with unexpected domestic occurrences.” After a pause, Candi asked, “I’m supposed to ask you to elaborate now. I’m not well versed on courtly etiquette.” “You’re an earth goddess, not a goddess of manners.” Kat interjected. “Wow!” Candi replied, “I think that’s the first time you’ve referred to me by title.” “Point of order- I still didn’t refer to you by title; I only referred to you by category.” Kat replied. “You’d have heard the difference between lowercase and capital ‘G’ if I had.” “I can always hope.” Candi said. “It’s always good to hold out hope. If all your hopes are satisfied, what’s left but despondency?” Neufchatel looked as nonplussed as it was possible for her sphinxlike face to manage. “That seems a trifle disingenuous,” she sniffed. “My sister is an angel and my friend is a goddess,” Kat replied. “That makes it difficult to decide which path to follow.” Neufchatel’s eyes opened wider, “All that is missing is a demon to complete your circle.” “She’s kinda busy tempting a dryad full-time,” Kat half-closed her eyes as she sipped her drink.” “It’s odd how any sense of urgency seems to fade when fae are engaged in banter,” Candi said. “How things are done is more important than what is done,” Neufchatel set her cup down. “Also,” Kat said, lightly touching Candi’s arm, “we just find your presence to be so comforting that we don’t feel the need to rush.” “I’m still learning the fae rules,” Candi replied, “I’m not a native of that world. And… thanks. I can sorta sense that you mean that.” Kat squeezed her fingers, “It also gives an excuse to cop a feel.” “You don’t need to ask permission for that,” Candi replied. “I’m sort of used to everyone giving the biceps a squeeze. It’s like I’ve got an aura of compulsion that makes people do it.” “You’ve said that you’ve got a divine aura, so that might be part of it.” Kat said. “But I’d notice it if it were some kind of active power. Maybe it's like how people can’t help but to pet a friendly cat or dog.” “The power of cute compels you?” Candi asked. “When it's a supernatural ability, why not?” Kat answered, “You’ve got the opposite of a wolven’s fear aura.” “That does give me an idea,” Candi said. “Would you mind if I tried a power stunt on you?”Kat considered. “Is now really the best time? Don’t we have some sort of all-important mission that we’ve been ignoring just from the casual use of your cute factor?” “The Goddess’ needs come before those of others,” the elf said. Kat sighed. “How do I explain this?” She turned to the therianthrope. “Candi, I love you. You’re a goddess and my friend, but you’re not my goddess. I think your needs are important, but people dying because you want to play around with your powers sounds like a bad call.” “You’re making too much sense. I guess I do need that sometimes,” Candi paused, “I’ll take a rain check on my idea. I’ll explain it to you when we’ve got a break in the action.” She looked at the dark elf, “What is it that I could do to help you and others?” Lady Neufchatel dipped her head slightly, then said, “Orcs have entered the kingdom. Among their crimes is kidnapping.” “Orcs? You mean the tall grey guys that are the fodder in every fantasy game or movie?” Candi asked. “Fodder?” the elf leaned back, “Perhaps they would be for you, but they are anything but chattel to anyone else.” “So they are grey to Candi and raid bosses to everyone else?” Kat asked. Lady Neufchatel cocked her head, “That didn’t translate fully, but I think Ich habe die Absicht verstanden.” “Did you just say something in German?” Kat leaned towards the elf. “We are a conceptual race, and the psyche of central Europe is the closest to us…” “So your language sounds like German if your glamour doesn’t work its magic on it?” Kat asked. “As I said, it’s the closest earth-human tongue to our way of thinking.” the elf answered. “I don’t know why you people are fixated on the British isles. That’s on the periphery.” “So, what are orcs like, then,” Candi asked, “given they're not the Tolkien rejects we grew up on?” “There are no mindlessly brutish races in the fae realm,” Neufchatel pushed her mug to the side. “Orcs are what members of other races devolve into when they succumb fully to depravity.” “So a fae’s nature always shows in his appearance?” Candi asked. “That is true for all sentient races of the faerie realm,” the nephilim replied. “The saying is ‘as below so above’. It takes a degree of concentration to effect a disguise, but there are always ‘tells’ for those who know how to see them.” “That is very… disturbing,” Candi said. “Is it sort of like how, no matter how I try to hide it, my eyes always glow?” Kat asked. “If so, that’d be a useful way to distinguish when someone is trying to pass themself off as someone you know.” “The only impenetrable disguise is to wear a domino mask and some sort of variation of yellow and red bondage gear,” Candi smirked. “Comet Girl’s disguise is the exception that proves the rule,” Kat nodded. “No one could possibly figure out who’s wearing that outfit.” “So you can’t tell when I’m filling in for her?” Candi asked. “You’re not the original,” Kat said. “It sort of breaks the illusion when your biceps or calves tear through her costume, though it is fun to watch.” “She likes watching that, too.” Candi replied. “We’re straying from the subject again,” Kat said. She looked to the elf, “You want someone to fight off the orcs for you?” “If mere violence were a viable strategy, Queen Gouda could arrange for a brief redeployment of army personnel. Unfortunately, excessively belligerent action against them is counterproductive,” Neufchatel answered. “That only attracts increased numbers of them. After a point, two will arrive for every one that is dispatched.” “How are we going to get rid of them?” Kat asked, “From what you’ve said, they’re irredeemably evil and they’re rampaging. Do we challenge them to parcheesi? I mean, obviously Monopoly’s out.” The elf chuckled, “Who knows? They may take you up on your challenge. I’m sure that Candi will come up with something. It is her job to protect and care for her followers, after all.” “No pressure at all, I see,” Candi said. “I’m sure there’s a way, and I’ll find it.” “I’m so glad I am not responsible,” Kat smirked. “All I have to do is sit back, point, and laugh, right?” “If that were the case, I’d have to provide you with a set of harlequin tights,” Candi thought for a bit, looking Kat over. “I could find you a tailor for it,” Lady Neufchatel added. Kat stretched to look as far over her own shoulder as she could. “I don’t think this ba-donk-a-donk is really ready for tights,” she mused. “That’s the right answer,” Candi said. “By not ready, you mean that it is going to eventually be ready. I’ll keep that in mind.” “I have to ask this. What is ‘Ba-donk-a-donk?’ It translates as gibberish,” Neufchatel frowned. “Just think of it as one of two assets all women can use to control men,” Kat advised, giving a little shimmy of demonstration. “It is rare for an elf to have much in that department,” Neufchatel said.Candi tapped her index and middle finger as she replied, “Shayna and Queen Gouda. “They’re outliers.” The dark elf said. “Isn’t there some nymph girl, too?” Kat asked. “And, of course, there’s always Ivey. No one would ever accuse her of being under endowed.” “They’re fey. That’s different,” Neufchatel said. “They’re supposed to be lust generators.” “And elves aren’t?” Kat asked. “I respectfully decline to answer that,” The elf replied. “Humans are remarkably easy to seduce. It takes zero effort. There’s no challenge.” “It’s true, Candi,” Kat confirmed. “Why else would we have movies like Earth Girls are Easy? Which brings up a point… why don’t we have movies about how Earth boys are easy?” “That would be a documentary and not a fantasy,” Candi intoned piously. “Human males go into heat at puberty and never come out of it.” “Is there anything else you wish to know about orcs?” The elf asked. “Is there much else to know about them?” Candi said in turn. “They are smart and brutal and easy to recognize,” Neufchatel replied. “I was just offering out of courtesy. Shall I tell Her Majesty that you will relieve her of this burden?” “Of course,” Candi nodded. “I can’t refuse a request for help, especially when peoples’ lives are at stake.” “Then I ask your permission to take my leave.” When Candi nodded, she got up from her seat and leaned in to give a quick kiss to Candi’s biceps. The elf turned as a whirling black portal opened behind her and stepped through. “That was… abrupt,” Kat said. “It looks like we’re supposed to act right away.” “We’ve accepted a story mission. In games, things don’t progress until we show up at the location, which would give us a chance to level-up a bit first.” Candi said. “You’re already operating at cheat mode,” Kat squeezed her fingers against Candi’s biceps peak. “I think you have to turn off God mode in order to power-level.” “I forgot to enable my toggle switch for that,” Candi answered, “I also can’t do heals.” “We’ll let you solo the boss fight,” Kat said, “The exp bonus isn’t worth the risk.” “The portal’s at the gazebo in the park,” Candi said, “That means a mile back home for the bike and a few miles on the handlebars, unless you feel like getting in a good jog. It’ll be good for getting you ready for the tights.” “Hi Candi, I’m Kat,” Kat scoffed. “Have you met me? We’re getting the bike.” She thought for a second, then added, “You’re getting the bike while I wait here.” “Somehow,” Candi groused, “that doesn’t seem like the properly respectful tone to be taking with a goddess.” Kat raised an eloquent eyebrow. Candi huffed a laugh. “Fine, but you owe me double cardio when we get back.” “Because walking everywhere for days in faerie won’t be exercise…” Kat groused. “It’s a good warm-up.” “Why’d I have to choose the hyper-fit crowd as my friends?” Kat craned her neck and looked straight up. “The musician crowd was out of town when cliques were being handed out,” Candi answered. “Damn tours,” Kat muttered. “Go on. Fetch the bike; we might as well get this started, right?” “Don’t go anywhere until I get back. I don’t have a key,” Candi said. “Yeah, I know. I’m not much of a Goddess if I have to keep relying on others like this.” “I’m pretty sure, at least in comics, divine entities frequently have to rely on mortals,” Kat mused. “Think of it as a way to keep the lesser beings relevant.” “I have to make sure that I never start thinking of people as lesser beings, but I get the point.” Candi replied, “I have to keep the mindset that I am obliged to act on their behalf.” She paused for a second, “But I do like the prayers. For those closest to me, it’s like an instant one way communication system.” “Really? Let’s see if it works,” Kat said. “Oh, Candi, I pray that you hurry your furry butt and naked tail up so that we can go and visit the Faerie realms.” She paused. “Did it work?” “I can hear you as clear as if you were standing in front of me, with our boobs almost touching and you gripping my arm.” Kat looked pointedly at where her hand was still resting on Candi’s bicep. “How odd. I’m not convinced it worked, though, since it didn’t spur you to action.” “Maybe that’s because you aren’t a devout follower, but I won’t hold that against you.” Candi teased as she jogged off.**** Later, when they arrived at the park, Candi slowed and stopped the bicycle. “I’m heading off the comment about your butt being sore from the ride. The mouse is also able to guess other people’s statements. It doesn’t happen often, but it does happen.” She slid a hand beneath Kat’s ass to lift her. “If you’re nice, maybe I’ll give it a massage.” As she bent her arm to 90 degrees, her bicep’s peak pressed into Kat’s stomach. “If you want, your ride service can continue to the gazebo.” “I might,” Kat considered, “but then I expect my trainer would use it as an excuse to demand triple cardio.” She hopped down off Candi’s hand. “Also, I have to admit, your pulse thrumming into my tailbone just feels a little… let’s go with ‘odd,’ for now.” “You don’t like it?” Candi asked. “I didn’t say that,” Kat answered, then promptly shut her mouth. “That’s why bicep rides are so popular, though they are followed by a need to change clothes. They affect guys, too.” Candi accompanied Kat to the gazebo. “It’s time for you to work your magic.” “Does anybody really know how this works?” Kat asked, pulling the charm out from between her cleavage. “I mean, I don’t see a keyhole to stick it in, and it’s not really shaped like something you’d use to open your front door, anyways.” “From what I’d heard, the keys let you see the gates between faerie and earth, and can somehow open them. Maybe they’re activated by concentration, since neither of us reads fae languages,” Candi leaned in to look at the medallion. “By not saying anything about my statement about guys liking rides, I’ll take it that you’re curious about it.” “I’m concentrating!” Kat interrupted. “I’m concentrating really, really hard! I have to concentrate really, really hard to not hear anything you’re about to say.” Kat held the charm out in front of her and stared into it. “Oh, look! There it is. Follow me!” Candi took careful hold of Kat’s hand, “Woah, that’s a bit surreal.” She felt disoriented as she stepped through. “That felt like I was falling.” “Pull it together,” Kat said after a moment. “You okay?” She looked around. “I’m just a bit dizzy, more so than usual,” Candi replied. “You’re probably more attuned to being here than I am. Therianthropes are earth-native. I’m also kind of a personification of earth.” Her eyesight cleared, along with the ringing in her ears. “This looks like a book cover painting. It’s a pretty forest with a waterfall leading into a lake. Do you have any clue as to where this is?” She picked up a flat stone and skipped it across the lake. “I have seen this before. It’s the backdrop for Ivey’s and Sadie’s pictures.” “Huh,” Kat said. “So we’re in Ivey’s backyard?” “Then the gazebo is probably her gate,” Candi replied. “I guess fey get that as a kind of a perk.” “I wonder how they feel about gods traipsing through their… how do you say it? Demesnes?” “That’s a word you don’t get to use every day,” Candi replied. “I don’t think she expects many people to travel through her gateway. I’ll have to ask her about that when we get back. My guess is that we should follow the trail leading away from here. It’s got to be leading somewhere.” As they started along it, she said, “Nikita tried a bicep ride. Think the Old Faithful geyser.” She grinned. Kat gave the were-mouse a very old-fashioned look. “I think that qualifies as more information than I really needed,” she said, biting back a grin that felt determined to escape. “There’s pictures,” Candi replied. “They’re just not posted anywhere public. He might be able to be convinced to share.” “You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I’m incapable of using my imagination,” Kat said. “That can be later, but for now, we need to help people who are being terrorized.” Candi looked around for a little bit. “There’s two paths leading from here. I’d guess that Ivey has a home down one of them. Let’s get started.” “That seems reasonable,” Kat agreed. “I’m guessing the path with verdant foliage leads to Ivey’s lair; I assume we take the other one, then?” “I also expect the plants to be able to graze on people if we try to do anything wrong to her gardening. She’s a friend, but she’s also a dryad, and I think the second part always comes first.” Candi tapped a finger on her chin, “I’m sure we’ll find someone in trouble soon enough.”***** “We’ve been walking for at least two hours,” Candi said. “We really should be getting somewhere.” The youthful farmer looked up as he heard the women’s voices approaching. “Your pardon, Miss, but you have gotten somewhere. You’ve gotten here. Come out in the open so I can get a look at you.” “I hadn’t realized that we were near anyone’s home,” Candi looked up to see that the rock face along one side of the pathway was actually a stone wall. She hopped up the seven or eight yards and landed on top of it, with her landing knocking a few pebbles loose. The farmer took a step backwards. His field ended at a natural cliffside, so he had simply built a low wall to keep from accidentally falling over the edge. “By Oberon’s Golden Tits! You’re definitely not a typical adventurer, are you?” “I hope not,” Candi replied. “I’m not looking to gain any treasure…” “Speak for yourself!” Kat’s voice came from below. Candi looked over her shoulder, “It’s rude to shout. If you want to be part of the conversation…” “Yeah, I’ll just somehow gain another thirty feet in height. Maybe I can get it all in my neck, like a giraffe. Whaddaya think?” Kat shot back. “I could give you a lift up here, but you’ll get more cardio if you take the long way around,” Candi pointed further down the path. Kat grumbled something uncharitable under her breath as she continued down the path.The young man’s breath caught in his throat as the brown-haired figure dropped to ground level in front of him. Candi was shorter than him, but that was the only measure that seemed human about her. The deeply furrowed muscles over her calves and thighs were as wide as his torso. Her chiseled abdominals flexed into greater size with each breath, as there was no way to achieve an increase in definition. Her breasts rose and fell on incised pectorals. When the light-headed farmer gripped the extended peak of one of Candi’s biceps to steady himself, she said, “Don’t worry about holding on. I don’t find it rude at all.” “What… What are you? “It’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?” Candi asked. “That’s rhetorical, so I’ll answer. I’m from earth-realm. I think that’s what you call it.” After a pause, Kat arrived behind the man, “If you’re going to play twenty questions with him, you should remind him to breathe. He’s going to faint before he gets his answers, silly goddess.”Candi pursed her lips, “You’d make an awful herald or high priestess.” “Would you really want me to be in awe every time you arrive?” Kat asked. “How about one time in five?” Candi replied. “I wouldn’t want to be that predictable,” Kat sniffed. Candi expanded her muscles slightly, so that the veins stood out. She waited a few seconds and relaxed them back down. Kat took a breath, realizing she hadn’t been doing so, “That’s cheating!” “New power: physically activated mental paralysis.” Candi said.The farmer was finally starting to take in his surroundings again; the new girl was what might be described as very slightly Rubenesque- wide hips and generous padding laid over more sturdy muscle than was evident at first glance. Her skin was pale and, set off by her raven locks and glowing green eyes, seemed almost to glow in the twilight. He cleared his throat, “I’ve never met a… a Goddess.. Along with a witch?” He stammered, “Am I supposed to bow?” “Curtsy,” Kat said promptly, maintaining a perfectly straight face, “and knock your head against the ground three times.” Candi shook her head, “No! Don’t do that. Please don’t ever do that.” Kat held up a pair of fingers, “Two times?” “I need a better greeting than that. Something non-injurious,” Candi shifted her weight to one foot, rippling her quadriceps. “How about just nodding your head, though if you’re a follower, I guess you can do what I’ve seen others do…” Her cheeks flushed pink. “She means you can kiss the garden-hose vein on top of her biceps,” Kat stage-whispered. She turned to Candi. “I don’t know why you’re getting shy, all of a sudden.” “It sounds kind of self-centered when I tell anyone to do it.” Kat looked off to the side as the man obliged with his greeting, “We’re here to help you. We’d been told that orcs have been seen around Queen Gouda’s lands.” “Speaking of them out in the open could draw their notice,” He darted glances to either side. “It is said that they can sense when others name their kind.” “I don’t think we’ll be in any danger if they show up while Omnipotence Girl is around,” Kat tilted her head toward Candi. “They can show up after her presence is gone,” He replied. “Please, follow me to the barn.” Once they were inside the building, he continued, “They’ve hit the farms around here pretty hard.” He nodded as he talked, “They ate a draft horse and dragged off a bunch of people. We sent a messenger to the Queen’s fortress, but I fear that he may have been captured as well.” “That could lead to a bad progression,” Candi winced, “You don’t want to send people after those who have disappeared, and have them gone as well. I’d never seen an orc in person. What are they like? I was told they are easy to recognize. What do they do to people they kidnap?” “You cannot miss them. They look almost like the true races; human, elf, gnome and the like, but their eyes are as black as pitch and their skin as grey as charcoal. Their presence gives a sense of dread.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve heard that they view all peoples as food. We are all livestock in their eyes… Excepting you, of course” “Does that mean they don’t, um…” Kat glanced back and forth between herself and Candi. “They don’t defile their captives, be they male or female. It is said that they lose all such urges. All that they enjoy is pain,” The farmer spoke in whispers. “So… the way to torture an orc is to stick him in a room full of masochists?” Kat mused. “Do you think that would work?” “I don’t know if doing that would be considered evil or not,” Candi replied. “Morally ambiguous with a dash of damnation,” Kat suggested. “We’ll have to leave that up to Sadie,” Candi nodded. “Devil chicks have all the fun,” Kat groused. The farmer took a half step backwards, “I know of no devils.” “Oh. That was… hypothetical,” Candi replied. “Neither of us are from the nether realms.” “Nor from the nether regions,” Kat added thoughtfully. “At least, not recently.” “I can tell by your accents that neither of you are from around here,” He said. “Careless jests could invite them, and we do not want that.” Candi tilted her head, “I think some things do not translate well.” Kat nodded seriously. “Right,” she agreed. “No more talking about butts.” “Is there anything else you can tell us about orcs?” Candi asked the farmer. “We’d like to start on rescuing the people they’ve kidnapped right away.” “They headed that way when they left,” the farmer pointed. Kat looked at the wall in the direction he was indicating, “That’s a good start.” “Your neighbors are as good as rescued,” Candi said. “As your word is law, I have no doubts against their safe return,” He said. “Boy, it’s sure a good thing that goddesses aren’t subject to divine punishment for hubris,” Kat muttered to her companion as they started away. “I would hate to be standing close to you when cosmic justice struck.” “Lightning bolts striking the heavens would be a bit much,” Candi replied in a hushed tone. “We’re supposed to say encouraging things to people, aren’t we?” Kat turned, smiled brightly and waved at the farmer. “See ya soon,” she caroled before turning back to the weremouse. “Is that better?” “Much better,” She said. “We’re heroes, not adventurers. There’s a difference.” “That involves not getting paid, doesn’t it?” Kat replied. “Heroic types are expected to have some unknown way to pay for clothes and stuff. They have their rent covered by mysterious benefactors who have no ulterior motives.” “That’s like, half of all comics, isn’t it?” Candi asked. “Unfortunately,” Kat nodded. “I guess we’re supposed to run into the orcs by following the direction they’ve walked off in.” “I left my orc detector in my other bikini,” Candi replied. “I suppose just looking over the horizon for the nearest mass catastrophe would be too easy, huh?” Kat said hopefully. “I don’t suppose super mouse noses can pick up their distinct odour in order to track them, can they?” “I’ve got a few answers to your questions,” Candi stood with a hand on one hip. Doing so gave just a few millimeters of space between her bicep’s peak and her side. “First, I definitely heard a proper ‘u’ included in ‘odor’. Maybe you’re acclimating to being here. Second, tracking by scent relies on wind conditions and other factors.” “Too much to hope for, I guess,” Kat grimaced, adding “I just think that ‘odour’ is classier than ‘stench.’” “I haven’t practiced at tracking things that way, so I might end up leading us in circles,” Candi shifted her weight from foot to foot, causing her quadriceps to ripple. “I’ve got another idea. I could give you a boost upwards high enough to see past the horizon.” She raised one arm and flexed slightly, causing her biceps’ peak to grow to about twice its resting height. “Wouldn’t it make more sense for you to just jump, like a fuzzy pogo stick?” Kat suggested. “I don’t have hyper-speed, so I can’t clear more than about fifty feet up,” Candi replied. “My strength does have some limitations. I also only get a short glimpse at that maximum height. I’d be able to get you to as high as you’d like in about a second and hold you there as long as you need.” “Ground level to orbit in one second is about a bazillion G’s, give or take.” Kat shook her raised palm in front of herself. “I don’t feel like getting splattered, not that I’d feel anything.” “I was being figurative,” Candi replied. “I can get you to whatever approximate height slowly, you know. I don’t have to do everything instantaneously.” “Maybe a more important question: how high is ‘high enough to see over the horizon?’” Kat asked. “I don’t know the geography here. How about if we go until you tell me to stop?” Candi asked, “We can use our cell-phones on walkie talkie mode.” “Um. You realize that, if we’re getting that high, I’m likely to pass out from oxygen deprivation, right?” Kat pointed out. “I mean, assuming faerie air is like normal air, anyways, which might not actually be a fair assumption.” “It would be terrible for my public relations, not to mention my conscience, to have you killed. Also, I’d rather you passed out from awe than from suffocation,” Candi replied. “I’ll take that as a yes, you’re willing to do vertical scouting.” “I guess,” Kat shrugged. “Let’s do try to pay attention to the fragile human, though. I’d rather not fall off without you noticing.” “Are you fully human?” Candi reached a hand beneath Kat to lift her so she could step onto her bicep’s peak. “Maybe, maybe not,” Kat said as she stepped onto Candi’s bicep and then promptly sat cross legged on top of it.. “I’m as squishy as a full human, in any case.” “Being squishy in the right places isn’t a negative,” Candi slowly flexed, so that her peak raised a few yards, growing wider as it filled out. “Just keep your balance. I could catch you, but that might not be much help.” “Uh, yeah… I’ll keep that in mind,” Kat shifted to kneeling, with each leg placed to either side of the expanding vein that raised up along Candi’s peak. She climbed over to one side as the ‘ground’ she was on reached treetop level. It looks like I’m staying on the inside of her bicep. Her pulse nearly k-oed me just from climbing over. She glanced behind her, It doesn’t matter now. There’s no way for me to reach the top of that vein, anyways. Kat stood with both feet along one striation. I’m not gonna chance moving from here. The way the furrows between her striations ripple, they’d crunch me in an instant. She tapped the functions on her cell-phone, “Can you hear me?” Candi’s voice came over the ‘phone, “You’re kinda hard to hear. There’s a lot of background noise.” “You can stop lifting me now. Any more and I’ll go deaf from your pulse,” Kat shouted. “What do you see?” Candi asked. “Other than acres of muscle and veins, I can’t see a horizon,” Kat replied. “Everything just fades in the distance.” “Oh.. Ivey told me something about being here,” Candi replied. “Don’t tell me that you used an epically convoluted scheme to get me to take a bicep ride,” Kat shouted. “I only used a moderately convoluted scheme,” Candi said. “You were offering the weakest refusals imaginable. What she said finally clicked. Faerie isn’t a world. It is boundless. I just realized what that means. We’re on an infinite plane.” “This begs all sorts of questions for physicists,” Kat muttered, then shouted into the phone, “You might as well bring me back down.” “This is a dimension not just of sight and sound, but of mind…” Candi’s voice came from the phone. “I really hope that we’re not in The Twilight Zone,” Kat replied. “We’re technically in one, since faerie is always in twilight,” Candi said. “But it has different weird stuff than the television show. Are you sure you don’t want to try out how high you can go first?” “Not unless you’re comfortable with finding a spatula to scrape me up with after I pass out,” Kat demurred. “Spoilsport,” Candi replied, then relaxed down until her peak was at its resting size, just past her wrist. Kat held both hands over Candi’s peak as she lowered herself off and then dropped to her feet, “I’ll admit that it was kinda fun getting lifted like that, but what I saw was pretty weird. There’s no horizon. Also, the forest seemed to waver in the distance as I thought about what should be out there.” “What were you thinking about?” “When I thought of how far we were from the nearest town, I saw some smoke in the distance get closer, then further away,” Kat replied, “Didn’t Heather say something about distances being relative here?” “Destinations are as far as you think they should be,” Candi said. “Imagination shapes the world. Did you see any signs of the orcs?” “They’re off in…” Kat looked around, then pointed, “that direction. It’s different seeing things from ground level. I may have to put some experience points into my scout class.” “There’s upsides to being power leveled,” Candi replied. “Not in modern MMOs,” Kat retorted. “You spend days grinding and get… fifteen XP.” “Did you gain anything, then?” Candi asked. “Pictures and videos,” Kat sniffed. “Exclusive stuff like that is how I maintain my status of greatest fan.” “I know that I’m being used, and I have no problems with it,” Candi paused, “Since we seem to have a little time, would you mind if I…” she tilted her chin down and looked up at Kat. “You’re using the doe-eyes on me again,” Kat replied. “You only do that when you want something questionable. This is about trying out your awe ability, isn’t it?” “I want to see how it works, and, um… I really have no clue.” Candi said. Kat raised a skeptical eyebrow. “Sure, I guess. Give it a shot.” “Uh, how do I do this?” Candi stood with her fists on her hips for a couple of seconds as she stared at the raven-haired girl. “I doubt it involves shouting some sort of command. That would be really hokey.” She thought, Kat likes it when I do this, though, so it might help. She slightly flexed, so that her muscles all swelled. The striations deepened while her veins spread over them, standing out in relief. “It doesn’t take much effort to stay flexed like this, but I do have to think about it,” Candi said. “Do you feel any sort of compulsion?” “Not more than I normally do,” Kat answered. “I’d put my reaction as my normal amount of awe.” “I’ll take that as a no as far as using some kind of divine powers,” Candi thought, There’s got to be a way to do this. Maybe there’s some kind of a trigger or an on and off toggle. She tried to clear her mind and focus on a clear command: Be a devout worshipper of the muscle goddess’ biceps, abs… biceps. Those. The biceps. Worship the biceps. Candi tried to keep the last statement in her thoughts. She held that statement in her mind for a few seconds, then mentally relaxed. Candi took a couple of deep breaths, relaxing and flexing her abdominals into a chiseled grid. She relaxed all of her muscles into their regular state, while keeping her arms slightly tensed. Candi noticed that the girl was standing motionless, then asked, “Kat? How are you feeling?” Kat blinked and swiped a hand across her lips, dislodging a drop of spittle. “That… that’s really weird. I can feel it happening, but I can’t not react.” She paused and took a deep breath. “It’s not a bad feeling, but it’s disconcerting to not really be in control of my thoughts.” Candi stepped closer to Kat, stopping as the girl set her hands on either side of one of her biceps. “Do you really feel like I’m using some kind of coercion on you, or is it just an amplification of what you normally think?” Kat’s lips pulled back in an uncomfortable grimace. “I couldn’t really say for sure. I’m not sure if it makes much difference if the amplification is compelled.” Candi waited a few seconds as Kat stared at her bicep. She then tried to clear her mind. Don’t think of extra stuff. I’ve gotta work the Goddess magic. She nearly spoke the words as she imagined them, I free you of undue compulsions. I also free you of undue inhibitions. Let your heart decide. Candi paused, I’m not sure which I want, either. I’d be so honored to be your protector. I don’t want you dropping to bow to me, but… Follow your true self. Don’t worry about what others may think. She tried to clear her mind, hoping that would end whatever command spell she’d inadvertently cast. She held still as she waited for Kat’s reaction. She’s still staring at the bicep. Is that her normal amount of staring or is it her thinking about things? Be patient. Don’t interrupt her. After about a minute, Kat whispered, “Shut your eyes. I don’t want you to see this.”Candi did what she was asked, then felt light-headed, as if she were drunk. Kat’s thoughts echoed in her head as she felt the brush of lips against her bicep. “If you tell anyone, you’ll live to regret it.” Kat huffed. W... wow…” Candi staggered back a step. “I’m your responsibility now, Goddess,” Kat whispered. “Don’t forget that.” Candi swallowed hard, “Uh… sure… I’ve got a lot to live up to.” “We’ve got orcs to track and people to save.” Kat said.***** “I think I might be able to follow them by scent if I shift to fuzzy form,” Candi said. “But then I’d be following their scent. I’m guessing that would qualify as a form of punishment.” “Aha!” Kat snorted. “The real reason for the ‘cep ride becomes clear.” “You’ve learned my greatest weakness,” Candi admitted. “I hope that you don’t use it once per month to try and kill me.” “I don’t think you have anything to worry about,” Kat said. “I’m not planning on going around and swabbing orc armpits.” “That is some odd imagery,” Candi said. “Anyway, since we’re just two people, we should be able to move faster than a large troop, especially one that’s got captives who really don’t want to be with them. I’d offer to scout ahead, but that would mean leaving you alone. I don’t think that would be a good idea.” Kat nodded. “I’m not going mano-a-mano with any dragons. That’s your job.” “We should have gotten some armor and weapons, since we’re going into dangerous situations,” Candi said. Kat raised an eyebrow. “And just how much do you suppose I know about moving in armor?” “You’re at least as knowledgeable about the subject as I am,” Candi judged. “We could both get sets of it if you’d want.” “Not now, thanks,” Kat said drily. “I don’t need to watch you stretch and ‘accidentally’ tear it over your thighs and biceps.” “What about getting you some kind of weapons, then?” “If I’m in a position of needing to fight, that means I’ll be in a situation that is impossible to survive… because whatever I’m fighting, I expect, will have already killed you.” Kat shrugged. “I guess we should quit stalling and get moving. The distance isn’t getting shorter with us standing around.” “It would be fun to tear through a set, though. You saw the video of me doing that with Comet Girl’s old costume, right?” Candi started in the direction that the orcs were moving.Kat fell into step with her friend. “You forgot who was holding the camera, didn’t you?” she smirked. “I actually thought it would fit, by the way. I didn’t shred it on purpose,” Candi replied. “It is kind of a turn-on to know that her outfit couldn't handle my resting calves, quads and biceps.” The forest path they were on intersected with a wider path where the ground was turned-up in places. There were weapon gashes in the bark of some of the trees. “My outdoor skills tell me that this is the direction we should follow,” She pointed towards where the other path went. “The line of wilted vines and desiccated bushes is something that takes an experienced ranger to follow,” Kat agreed. She quietly added, “The outfit wasn’t the only thing that had a hard time handling those attributes.” “Live entertainment is just one of the many services that I provide,” Candi said. “The stereotypical biting sarcasm isn’t among them, as the saying normally goes,” Kat replied. “It’s really not needed.” As they passed a rotting copse of saplings, Candi pointed to them. “Why do I feel like they did something unnatural to them?” Kat chewed her lip for a moment before answering. “Young trees don’t just start rotting like that,” she said. “I imagine Ivey would find this even more disturbing than I do.” “We must be catching up to them, as the air isn’t smelling like, um.. woods as much anymore,” Candi said. “During one of our jobs with Throg, you mentioned that my showing off made you feel, um.. Inadequate.” She looked at Kat, “I really hope that stopped being the case a while ago.” “I keep a silver pin on hand for any time I think your ego needs deflating,” Kat sniffed. “It is my most monumental attribute, after all,” Candi replied. “That is something that might actually hurt me, by the way. I hear something up ahead, so we must be close.” She thought, Gotta keep concentrating on staying slightly flexed. Kat took a step in front of Candi and held out a restraining hand. “Just a second,” she whispered. “Can you hear them?” “It sounds like some kind of foreign language, which is odd, since we can understand both humans and elves,” Candi replied. Kat pursed her lips. “I’m getting the gist of it, I think. It reminds me of Akkadian, a little, which might explain why the charms aren’t helping much.” “How do you speak that language?” Candi asked, “Do you also speak other obscure languages like ancient Hebrew or Aramaic?” “No to Aramaic,” Kat said, quirking a smile, “yes to Hebrew and Maghrebi, though, and a couple others. I like languages. Now hush– I’m trying to listen in and I don’t have super-mouse ears.” “I… there are more of them,” Kat reported. “Hostages, I think. They’re arguing about whether or not to take the ones they have now back to the main group or not.” She paused. “Do you think we can get a little closer without being detected?” “There’s one way to find out, isn’t there?” Candi asked, “We’ll go through the woods and hope that neither of us steps on a dry stick and snaps it.” “I’m taking advice on sneaking from someone who leaves divots in concrete and accidentally causes minor tremors,” Kat noted. “Maybe I should take the lead for this?” “The Goddess accedes to your request,” Candi gestured to the side of the path. “I’m not exactly a woodlands expert,” Kat said. “While you’re more of a city mouse than a country one, I think I’d be best described as an inner-city type. I lived in.. my circumstances weren’t great. I got used to trying not to be noticed, you know? And, of course, I don’t have to concentrate in order to not use a kiloton of force each time I take a step. This is a situation where not having hyperstrength is a bonus.” “Was I really stomping like that?” Candi asked. Kat pointed back along their path, “Who could possibly be leaving a line of crushed roots and shattered stones? You bounce when you walk, sort of like how astronauts do on the moon. The ground also shudders each time you take a step. We’ve gotta go quietly. Imagine that I’d be killed if you’re noticed,” Kat shivered. “I’ve had to deal with that in the past. Let’s just say that it is very comforting to have my own protector Goddess. Don’t take that lightly. I’ve chosen that knowing that my sister is an angel...” Candi was silent for a few seconds. She tilted her head down a little, “Thank you.” “Let’s see what they’re up to,” Kat replied. “I think it’s kinda fun that you have anti-stealth.” “I need to put some skill levels into ‘mouse’, don’t I?” Candi asked. “It gives you something to work towards,” Kat shrugged and took the lead. “I should be safe as long as the vines don’t try to strangle me.” They were able to see about a dozen captives who were laying on the ground. Each of them had their individual hands, fingers interlaced, tied together behind their backs. Just as Candi was about to speak, she held an upraised finger to the mouse-girl’s lips. The orcs had variable appearances. Some resembled their parent races, though with silver-grey skin and eyes. They were taller and bulkier, though. Most of the orcs, over a dozen of them, had completed their transformations into their bipedal boar-like forms. One of the now full-blooded orcs gestured at the prisoners and spoke, “If the other bands had met their quota, we’d have our one thousand and one captives for the sacrifice.” Another orc, more slender and with hints of brown and tan shading still present against his skin, spoke, “If we weren’t so gentle with the townspeople, we’d need only half as many raiding parties. I still remember being human. Fear is a motivator. Eat a few of them and the rest will tell you where others are hiding.” A hulking orc bowled the slender one to the ground with a backhand, “Simpleton! You’d bring Gouda’s accursed armies down onto us!” “I don’t fear skinny elves,” The prone orc spat. “Perhaps you'd make a better toilet-scrubber than a leader.” “Hold your tongue, whelp!” The leader replied, “Lest I shove it up your ass.” “I’m just saying,” the smaller orc whined, “I’m tired of hunting out here. We should take these meatsacks back, maybe roast one to commemorate the occasion. The other parties will have the rest of our sacrifices, right?” The massive orc turned his back on his subordinate. “No,” he growled. “We get the last of our victims tonight, then we return. I’m not risking the Nameless One’s wrath.” The other orcs shrugged and started to gather their gear. As the- Kat guessed- half-blood orc got to his feet, he reached into the folds of his robe and drew out a long, slender knife. He leapt at the back of the leader, burying the knife between the orc’s neck and his shoulder. “You should never have turned your back on me,” the recently corrupted orc said. “Now you won’t have to worry about the Nameless One. He twisted the knife, then yanked it free, loosing a geyser of black bile from the leader’s gaping wound. Before the leader could fall, he flipped the dagger in his hand and jammed it up into the leader’s lower back, eliciting a sharp bark followed by a gurgling sigh. The victorious backstabber stood over the former leader’s fallen body. “No more searching,” he growled. “Tonight we go back to the camp and, if the Nameless One is willing, we’ll feast on elf flesh!” A short, stout orc stepped up beside the victor and prodded the former leader with a booted toe. “We shouldn’t travel on an empty stomach. If you’re done with him, I say we share his meat between us.” “Excellent!” the victor crowed. “I get his head and his viscera. You can fight over the rest.”As he spoke, the last remnants of human coloration were overtaken by the silvery-grey. No trace of brown could be seen on his complexion or his eyes. “We’ll surely have our prisoners. Let the sacrifice happen soon. We shall resurrect our God and overthrow the egotistic dark elf. We will put this kingdom under proper rule… ours!” The rest of the orcs cheered as Kat led Candi back away from the encampment. “I almost lost my breakfast,” Candi said. “They made my soul ache,” Kat agreed. “I could feel their evil.” Kat briefly recounted the conversation, as much as she was able to understand. “If I’m understanding this right,” she said in closing, “it sounds like they have a lot more captives, not just these few.” “Um, how many?” Candi asked, “You said they’re going to sacrifice them all?” “Games and movies make orcs seem like stupid fodder,” Kat shivered. “I’d like them better that way. They’re going to have their slaughter-fest once they have a thousand and one to revive their evil god.” “If I’m nervous around them, I wonder how normal people feel,” Candi said. “We could free this group of captives.” “Then we might not be able to find the rest of them,” Kat sat her fingers onto the peak of Candi’s bicep. “How about if we follow them so we could rescue everyone at once.” She squeezed her fingers inwards, blanching their tips, “For once, I think it might be a good idea for you to put this to use. They’ll slaughter normal soldiers… and if they capture any, they’ll be that much closer to their goal.” Candi nodded and squeezed a flex out of her biceps. “I don’t think letting them reach their goal would be a good idea. If they’re summoning a god… I don’t really know how to fight another god.” The twilight of day faded to the near-darkness of night and then lightened up again before the orcs finished their march. Candi slid Kat down from where she slumped over one of her shoulders and set her onto her feet. “It looks like they’re at their destination. The woods open up to a cliffside.” Kat grimaced as she stood, “I didn’t sign up for doing all-nighters. Aren’t adventurers supposed to stay at inns to sleep?” “That’s because we’re supposed to be heroes,” Candi replied. “Twice the work and none of the reward,” Kat groaned. “Exactly!” Candi slowly approached the edge of the woods along with Kat. The orcs worked a puzzle that was set into the granite, resulting in an entryway sliding open. “Did you catch the combination?” “There’s a lot of bodies blocking my view,” Kat replied, then paused. “Bad choice of words. They’re still alive.” “We’ll make do,” Candi nodded. “I’d prefer not to have to fight them.” “Maybe they’ll agree to play a game of chess to decide the outcome?” Kat suggested, “I really doubt it.” “I’m not sure it would help if they did,” Candi admitted, “unless you’re secretly a grandmaster.” “That depends,” Kat replied. “There’s the Grandmaster of Funk, the Grandmaster of Science Fiction, the Grandmaster of…” “Mind-numbing violence is better than human, elf, fey and others’ sacrifice,” Candi saw the entryway close with a ‘Whump!’ once the last orc entered, following after their captives. She jogged over to where the entryway was. “We’ve got a bunch of slide levers. That means it’s a combination lock.” She moved one around, “Up and down, in and out, side to side, times a dozen of them. That’s not too many combinations…” Kat stared at her blankly. “I left my lockpicking skills and code-cracking glasses in my other past life,” she said. “Maybe there’s a simpler way to bypass this obstacle, oh biceptual one?” “If we’d have stopped to get proper outfits, I’d have known that you’re not a rogue,” Candi squatted so that her calves pressed against her hamstrings. She sat her fingertips against the lower edge of the stone slab doorway. “Using me for cheat mode negates experience point rewards.” “I’m pretty sure losing the hostages does, too,” Kat noted. “What’s your bend bars and lift gates percentage look like for this?” “It’s high enough that it’ll be really embarrassing for me to fail,” the ground had a faint yellow glow as Candi lifted herself to a standing position with her arms straight down in front of her. There was a loud rumbling as the side of the mountain glowed the same color. The cliffside seemed to rise upward to match Candi’s action. Her various muscles tensed and grew, with her heart-shaped calves swelling and gaining criss-crossing veins. Her back gained deep furrows, while her biceps’ peaks grew forwards, crumbling the stone as they pushed into it. The stone glowed incandescently over her peaks, as the pressure melted it. Candi clenched her teeth and grunted with effort. “This is a lot harder than it should be.” “That may be caused by the fact that you seem to be lifting the entire mountain,” Kat murmured. “We were…” Candi took a breath and continued “...headed in the direction of Queen Gouda’s fortress?” She raised her forearms, causing her peaks to expand further into the stone. Crackles of energy danced across the rock face as rivulets of molten material flowed out from where her biceps were crushing into it. “Didn’t Heather or Ivey say something about…” Candi sucked in another breath, “Her magic protecting her mountain?” “I wasn’t in on that conversation,” Kat admitted, “but it makes sense. I mean, she’s from a chthonic species of elf, right?” “Isn’t that a… fancy way of saying earth-based?” Candi asked. “I don’t think lifting this is doing anything other than… forcing my biceps through the entry.” “I’m sort of okay with watching that…” Kat replied. “It’s not every day that I get to see you lifting something that makes you have to work at it. You’re not hyperflexed, so that means it’s just a good warm-up for you to curl about a, um… trillion tons?” A rush of cold air filled the area, interrupting the conversation. “Goddess! Stop!” an accented voice commanded. Wow, she’s able to regal at all times, isn’t she? Kat thought as she saw the dark elven Queen stride out of a swirling black gateway. The woman’s bejeweled robes sparkled even though they were standing in a shaded area. “You agreed to aid me in thwarting the plans of the orcs,” Gouda sat her hands on her wide hips. “Overwhelming my protections and possibly destroying my fortress is not the way to accomplish this. I demand that you cease such actions immediately.” She looked nervous momentarily as Candi held still, with her biceps still expanding slowly. Kat cleared her throat. “Demand, your majesty?” she asked quietly. “I am the Monarch of my Kingdom,” Gouda replied. “In affairs of state, my word is law.” Kat inclined her head. “You are, however, speaking with a Goddess that you claim to worship; perhaps a more diplomatically framed request would be in order?” Gouda narrowed her eyes and tilted her head down, “I will allow you this one transgression only because I need you to continue your efforts on my behalf, Katherine.” She stared for half a second, “You are not my equal in rank. You are not to speak to me unless bidden to do so. The offices of state must be respected.” The elf winced as energy flared outwards from where Candi’s biceps were melting and cracking the side of the cliff. “Your Majesty?” Candi let go with her left hand so that she could turn partway towards Gouda. As she did so, her left bicep tore sideways through the stone, while her right one swelled as it took on the weight. Gouda coughed and doubled over for a second, “Goddess. Please set the fortress down and let go of it.” Candi looked over at Kat, standing quietly to the side. “Kat?” “I’m not allowed to say anything, remember?” Kat said. “Unless so bidden,” Gouda corrected through clenched teeth. “The Goddess bid you to speak.” She used the back of one hand to wipe a drop of golden-hued blood from the corner of her mouth. Kat rolled her eyes. “Go ahead and set it down so that we can have a real conversation, She-Ra.” “I never really loved She-Ra,” Candi noted as she carefully lowered the mountain back into the earth. “She never really looked or owned the part.” As she stepped back so that her right biceps could slide out of the stone, the damage that she had caused started to repair itself. As Candi turned to face Gouda, the elf bent to kiss the vein that throbbed over her bicep’s peak. “My Goddess, I ask that you please refrain from testing my enchantments. I cannot match the power of your biceps, and the feedback from you overwhelming my anchored spells would prove fatal to me.” Candi swallowed, her eyes opening wide, “I… I didn’t mean to… Please let me know if I’m about to do anything that would harm you. I have no intentions of doing that.” “I will,” Gouda nodded, “As you respect my authority over my kingdom, I respect yours over my spirit.” She took a couple of breaths as the damage to the mountain vanished. “I thank you for accepting the request to stop the brigands.” Candi shivered as she heard the elf’s thoughts of, and for accepting my prayers. “I look forward to hearing of your success,” Gouda righted herself, standing with shoulders back and chest forward. “Your majesty,” Kat said, “may I speak?” The elf waited a second, until a suitable amount of tension was present, “Yes.” “I fear that our victory is far from assured,” Kat said, “as the orcs have taken their victims and fled through this very opening… which your magics prevent us from breaching.” Gouda gestured with one hand and spoke a few unintelligible words, “I have released the lock. I hadn’t thought anyone would ever wish to enter that way. It leads to the magma chamber.” She took her other hand off of Candi’s peak, “If you have no more to discuss with me, I will take my leave.” “Oh…” Candi looked from side to side, “You may go, Your Majesty.” After the elf stepped through her magical gateway, Candi looked at Kat. “That was… different than I expected.” Kat muttered something under her breath, low enough that Candi couldn’t quite make it out, although she was pretty sure one of the phrases was something to do with a ‘stuck-up queen witch.’ “I’m sorry, what?” Candi asked. Kat grimaced. “Sorry, just griping. Did you notice that she’s as…” she held her hands out in front of her own bosoms… “as Shayna is? I thought elves were all supposed to be petite broomsticks.” “Maybe they’re related?” Candi shrugged, “They could be some kind of other fae and not fully elves. I could ask them, but I’d have to come up with a nice way to do so.” Kat settled one hand on Candi’s peak, “There’s a few other things that I noticed. Miss Royal Haughtiness was very deferential to you. There was a glaringly obvious pause in her conversation with you and at the same time I saw the omnipotent, divine biceps swelling the same way they do when close or powerful entities accept them as their own.” “I thought no one but me noticed that happening,” Candi replied. “Am I really that easy to read?” “Only to people with eyes and basic comprehension skills,” Kat answered. “Your areas of divine influence don’t seem to include deception.” “It was fun for a second, but then it made me concerned when I saw that my biceps are stronger than her magics,” Candi said. “That wasn’t the part that should have given you pause,” Kat mused. “What should have given you pause was that your biceps are stronger than her magics in the heart of her demesnes. Candi nodded, “It’s easy to forget that we’re not on earth. She should be untouchable in ability when at her seat of power... “ Candi blushed, “I should feel guilty, but it is kind of fun knowing that I could overwhelm her like that.” “Don’t make me have to smack your skull with a sledgehammer. For one thing, I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t work.” “I’m not trying to increase my mental density,” Candi replied, “It also might be really bad for me to kill any of the major personages here. Besides being an evil act, that really might also get some other gods ready to kill me or banish me to somewhere awful.” “We’re not going to rescue anyone by standing out here discussing philosophical questions,” Kat pointed with her free hand to the entry. “You should be able to just lift that open so we can do the rescue thing.” As the girls descended into the cave, they felt the dark air becoming hotter and stuffier and a foul, acrid stench rose to meet their advance. Some distance ahead, they heard a few voices arguing in the rough, guttural tongue of the orcs. “I think they’re all together, now,” Kat whispered. “They’re arguing about how to get their last sacrifices; apparently if they don’t have them by tonight, they’re going to have to make an ‘incomplete’ sacrifice… or maybe they’ll sacrifice a couple of their own. I’m not really clear on that.” “They’re arguing semantics of how to do human, elven, and whatever sacrifice?” Candi asked. “Not how,” Kat said, “when. Or something. I think ‘when’ is also pretty much decided.” “We could confront them, but they might do some kind of mass slaughter-fest of their prisoners,” Candi said. “How about if we go around them and try to find where they’re holding nearly a thousand people? I’ll need you to be the guide. I can barely see in front of me inside of these tunnels.” Kat nodded and began to lead the way. “Of course,” she whispered back, “if we don’t confront them, there will be some sort of mass slaughter-fest.” “We could sneak around them and find the prisoners to free them,” Candi said. “If they’re near their total, we’d be leading an army of them out through the tunnels,” Kat replied. “They might notice that.” “So, video game logic doesn’t work. They might think something’s off when hundreds of people go past while their backs are turned.” Candi added. “Video game baddies wouldn’t notice a train passing inches behind them,” Kat agreed. “The other hole in your plan is that we’ve got no clue about the layout of the tunnels inside of here… and I guaran-damn-tee that ignoring the layout and just making your own passage out will get noticed in a hurry, even if all the orcs are dead drunk and sleeping.” “It’s like using unreasonable amounts of force as an answer to our problems keeps being thwarted,” Candi said. “I wonder if ‘hurling lit sticks of dynamite man’ ever finds that his modus operandi is a bad idea.” Kat snorted. “I heard he was still wondering why it was a problem after his spectacular hostage rescue failure at the bank.” As they rounded a corner, Kat was hit in the cheek by the back of an orc’s leather gauntleted hand. The blow glanced off, but still hit with enough force to cause Kat to stagger to the side and into the wall. “Hah!” the orc jeered, “Figures that a couple juvenile hero-wannabes think they can sneak up on trained warriors… while they’re chatting like schoolgirl’s the whole time!” Two more orcs, carrying truncheons, jogged up from behind the girls, surrounding them. As Candi moved to cover her friend, she was surprised when a heavy boot crashed into her butt, lifting her off her feet and sending her stumbling towards the first group of orcs. “Hey!” She hit the ground, “No fair tossing me off balance!” “You’ll come along with us if you know what’s good for you,” one of the orcs smacked his baton against his palm. “We need you as prisoners. We don’t need you to be uninjured.” He grinned, showing off his uneven grey teeth. “Witches need time to work their spells and unarmed fighters are always outmatched when facing multiple opponents who aren’t fools.” “I can’t believe you called her unarmed,” Kat said, swiping a hand across her lips. “Have you seen her guns?” “Strength doesn’t overcome armor,” Another orc guffawed. “If she tries she’ll be missing those pretty buck teeth,” He pointed with his club. “What happens if we go along with you?” Candi got to her feet. “Will we be put with the other people you’ve been capturing?” “Ooh, I bet the young heroine has a foolproof plan for when we bring her to the cage,” The orc who kicked her mocked. “Someone’s been listening to too many minstrels’ epic ballads,” another orc said. Candi pursed her lips, holding off from what she wanted to say. Her pulse echoed in the silence. “I think they have us beat, Candi,” Kat judged. “If we don’t fight, maybe no one dies for at least a little longer?” “They’ve got us figured out,” Candi nodded. “It looks like we’ve learned the hard way.”The orcs led them through the passages in silence, while the ones behind them occasionally prodded them with batons. They entered a smoky chamber, dimly lit by flickering torches. The path proceeded at a decline through the room until it reached a pit in the center, from which emanated a dull, red glow. “Chief Durkis, we’ve got people volunteering to be our prisoners.” “Band leader Mugyuck,” The chief replied. “It looks like you’ve got a pair of adventurers for us.” “Fledgelings, Chieftain, easily dispatched,” Mugyuck said. “They ought to serve as the final appetizer for our god, though- young and fresh, not like most of the leathery fare we got from farm raids.” Durkis walked over to the new prisoners and tapped Candi in the stomach with his mace. “This one’s got enough meat on her to feed our whole army. It is a shame that she’ll be sacrificed,” He looked at the band leader. “Do you think you’d be able to get a replacement quickly?” “Not before her haughtiness, the elven queen, realizes we’re here, Chieftain,” He replied, “Is it worth the lives of any of your warriors to have this tasty morsel?” “Candi,” Kat said, her voice cutting through the orcs’ conversation, “I think it’s time you presented them with our counteroffer.” Durkis’ mace slammed into the side of Candi’s head as she lunged forward. He dropped his weapon as the impact was absorbed by his hand, rather than her head. “You weren’t expecting that, were you?” Candi said as she grabbed the sides of his hauberk. The metal oozed out between her fingers, glowing a dull red as the pressure melted it. She pulled her hands out to the sides, tearing his armor open. “Allow me to explain, for those of you not sufficiently fluent in heroic violence,” Kat said, raising an eloquent eyebrow. “If you surrender now and release all of your hostages unharmed, we will not kill each and every one of you right here and now.” “And if I order them killed?” He asked. “Then you are short a few prisoners for whatever sacrifice,” Candi let go of the ruined armor. “And you’ll be the first one I splatter.” She stood on the balls of her feet and held her hands in fists. “We’re not as stupid as you think, though you’re a lot smarter than we expected.” “Perhaps I can suggest a compromise,” Durkis said, “or, more appropriately, a contest by which the winner gets what they want and the loser forfeits any right to resist.” “I somehow expect this to be rigged against us,” Candi replied. “But it's a better idea than having your prisoners all killed. We’ll go along with your contest. I bet it isn’t a spelling bee.” “It will be a traditional three-part challenge,” The chieftain said. “You two will compete against my army in three tasks. Whichever side succeeds twice shall be the victors.” “What’s the first simple task?” Candi asked. “It’s not going to be something horrible, like killing people, or gross, like eating huge bugs, is it?” “I would stipulate,” Kat said, “that any challenge must be something that either side can accomplish… and that means no challenges that would be impossible due to moral or ethical constraints.” “Agreed,” Durkis nodded. “And that also means that none of the challenges can require us to release our hostages. As for what the challenges will be, we will need a neutral arbitrator to appoint them. That is the time-honored and tradition-bound way of Faerie.” “How are we to find one?” Candi asked, “I’d think that most people are either fully in support of or are fully opposed to orcs.” “We don’t ask any elf, human, or goblin,” Durkis replied. “We demand the service of a fey. They rarely take sides, and when they do, it is often for just a short while.” “I happen to know of two fae,” Candi said. “One is a dryad and the other a nymph.” “Either of them is acceptable, as neither are known for loyalty.” Durkis said. “I’d have to return to earth to get the dryad,” Candi said. “I am not about to let you shift the location of the challenge, so no.” the chieftain replied. “The nymph is Iphigenia, who works for Queen Gouda,” Candi said. “Oh! That would be delicious,” Durkis exclaimed. “Have her own vassal bring about her demise.” “I can have the Queen send her,” Candi said. “I’m pretty sure that I can send her a message.” “You have some magical abilities that you’ve been hiding up your non-existent sleeves?” Kat asked. “I could have some French cuffs that I wear when doing magic,” Candi said. “That would be more along Heather’s or Ivey’s thing,” Kat replied. “I need to concentrate on this.” Candi tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Her muscles all tensed, swelling as she thought, Your Majesty, I need for you to do something for me. What is your command, my Goddess? Candi heard the elf’s voice ringing in her head. I need for Iphigenia to come to me. I can explain everything later. Candi answered. She remained in her slightly flexed state as she looked at Kat, “Asking for favors is a perk that I get.” A swirling black gate opened in the air, and a pair of enormous green breasts pushed out through it, spilling out of a tight dress that looked like it was molded from leaves pressed together. A moment later, a muscular nymph stepped through the gate fully and looked around. Her eyes were naturally drawn to Candi’s tensing, rippling muscles. “Hello, Candi. You’re looking especially muscular today.” Iphigenia bowed respectfully. “I think that describes her on any day that ends in ‘y’.” Kat said. “Thank you for coming, Genie,” Candi interrupted. “You’re looking pretty… impressive, as well.” Genie smiled and turned in a circle. The leaf dress left her back and powerful arms completely bare, and only reached down slightly past her hips. “Thank you. From Heather’s successor, that’s a great compliment. Who is your friend?” She looked at Kat. Then she frowned at the orc chieftain. “And why are you talking with that?” “I’m the voice of reason; mostly my purpose is just to stand here and look pretty,” Kat said, extending a hand. “Call me Kat.” The nymph took Kat’s hand and kissed it. “A pleasure to meet the Goddess’s friend,” she answered. “And the orc?” “The Goddess’s sacred quest,” Kat intoned. “I’ll let her explain.” Candi cocked her head, “I hadn’t thought of it as a sacred quest, but I guess it could be defined like that since I’m involved in it.” She turned to face the nymph, “The orcs have agreed to do a three-part contest with us to decide what happens to their prisoners. We’ve got to compete against them in three challenges, with whoever wins two of them succeeding.” Genie nodded. “Oh, of course. And you want me to set the tasks for you?” She sat a hand onto Candi’s bicep peak. “The orc chieftain said that you’d be a good choice, since fey can be fair with everyone,” Candi replied. “Very well,” Genie said. She looked at Candi’s bicep, and her hand on its peak, and smiled. “Did you just compel me to do that?” she asked. “People always hold me there,” Candi replied. “It makes them feel comfortable and secure. Could you come up with a challenge for Kat and me to be against the orcs in doing?” “I can think of one,” the nymph said. “Your comfortable, secure bicep has upset the magma chambers beneath Her Majesty’s palace. Even now, a volcano is threatening to destroy one of her towns. Would you give them your bicep’s protection, please?” “How is this to be a fair challenge against my armies?” The chieftain asked. “We must have an equal chance to succeed.” Genie shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t care,” she said. “Find some way to rescue them. Think of something.”**** After a mile’s journey, they arrived at the edge of a small town that was nestled among rocky hills. Candi pointed to a smoldering peak that was a distance away, “That looks like the volcano.” “Who would have thought that shifting around a few cubic miles of rock could cause some kind of damage?” Kat asked, somewhat sardonically. “What’s your plan, Goddess?” “Heather’s biceps tore apart entire planets,” Genie said. “And her strength has now gone to Candi.” “I’m not planning on doing that right now,” Candi replied. “I kind of need a place to live.” “Planets?” Kat blinked. “Long story,” Candi said, “and it’s probably better to hear it from Heather.”“Hah!” Durkis shouted. “This will be a simple challenge for my army.” “I’ve got my idea!” Candi announced. “We’ve gotta act fast.” She reached a hand between Kat’s legs to lift her onto her palm. “I can jog faster than you can sprint.” Her bicep pressed into Kat’s stomach, though it did give her a place to hold onto as she ran towards the smoldering peak. “This always works in the cartoons, so there’s got to be a grain of truth to it.” “Wait,” Kat yelled, but her voice was lost beneath the steadily growing rumbling coming from the earth itself. Shaking her head she added in a mutter to herself, “just what are you doing?” “Think of how a volcano works,” Candi said. “Magma comes up through the ground to the surface. It then shoots out under high pressure to cause an eruption. I just need to block the flow of it and force it back into the ground. I’ll stop the volcano before it has a chance to explode.” “Should I be afraid of this, or should I be very afraid?” Kat asked. “I’m finally going to get to use excessive, raw power-- and hyper-flexing-- to fix a problem!” Candi exclaimed, “I’ve been waiting for this opportunity for a while.” Kat boggled. “Wasn’t there a rule about this?” she muttered. “I could swear there was a rule about this.” “There can’t be universal laws in place just to limit my actions,” Candi said. “That would mean I’m capable of affecting a great deal of reality. Anyway, I’m gonna have to work fast, so I think that you and Genie should have a bit of distance away from me just to be safe.” Kat looked at Genie. “I think she’s right about needing distance,” she said. “So much so that I doubt my legs can carry me to minimum safety in time. How would you feel about lending me a hand?” I’m going to regret this... she thought. She looked over at Candi and activated her power, making her eyes glow brightly for a moment. Genie laughed musically and held out her own muscular arm for Kat to climb onto. “Certainly.” Kat clambered atop Genie’s arm and leaned over to put an arm around Genie’s neck. “I know this is gonna be a question I don’t want to know the answer to,” she said, “but what are you going to ask me for in exchange?” “I don’t know,” the nymph said calmly. She held Kat closer to her ample breasts to keep her still and began to run away, faster than a horse could gallop. “What do you have to offer?” “Of comparable value?” Kat asked. “I suppose I could give you a ride in my car the next time you’re in my world.” Once she saw that they were a good distance away, Candi took a couple of deep breaths to steady herself. She thought, I’ve never tried pushing myself like this. She held her arm out to the side and a little in back of herself. Candi mostly closed her eyes, squinting as she concentrated. She tensed her muscles, swelling them so that the halter top and jeans bikini strained at their seams, nearly tearing. Candi sucked in her breath as she felt a wave of pleasure accompanying her bicep hyper-flexing. The muscle expanded out nearly instantly, punching into the ground. Genie stopped running and set Kat down on her feet. “So,” she said. “Tell me about this car of yours.” Kat saw the air ripple, accompanied by the ground dipping and rising in a wave moving away from Candi. She shouted, “Holy...” as she grabbed onto the nymphs arm and tried to dive behind a stone outcropping. The girl ended up just leaning forward, supported by Genie. “Oh, just a moment,” the nymph said. She turned to face the shockwave rippling through the ground, and as it drew close, she lifted her foot and stomped. Her quadriceps nearly doubled in size, and the shockwave bent around her body, passing her by on both sides. At the same time, she held her arms extended towards the aerial shockwave. A transparent hemisphere shimmered as the blast rolled past it as she was slid backwards from the impact. Genie ended up next to Kat. “There,” she shook her arms, wincing slightly. “Where were we?” “You were asking about my Ford P.O.S.,” Kat replied. “Not much to say. It’s post millennium, so, apart from the frame, I don’t think there’s any metal in it.” She paused, considering. “I might be able to convince my sister to give you a fly-around, if you preferred that.” “Oh, no. I find your earth machines fascinating!” Candi felt light-headed as she flexed. The ground in front of her, going under the volcano, was lifted upwards as it was displaced. The hills that extended behind it were raised as well, with their peaks suddenly extending to cloud level. “I… I did it!” She shouted as her senses recovered. I stopped the volcano! That’s one easy win down, and one more to go.” As she relaxed her biceps back down, air rushed into the gaping maw that she’d punched into the side of the volcano. The ground shook violently, and a crack dropped away, going along the side of the new mountains. A smaller canyon extended into the deserted town, with about half of the buildings falling into it. “Uh… That wasn’t supposed to happen.” Kat stood motionless for a few seconds. “Candi… That’s definitely what Madame Crowley would rate as a Delta-level of ability,” she said. “I suspect she’d also rate it as a Delta-level screw up, although she might have a more comprehensive way of describing it.” The canyon had lava bubbling up to its rim, where it set the nearby buildings on fire. Candi jogged over to the pair, with her still-expanded quadriceps and calves rippling with each footfall. She cleared an unusual distance with each step, lifting herself higher than normal as she moved. Candi stopped a few feet away from the pair, her abdominals flexing into inflated size with each breath. Her pulse echoed in the air, while her biceps remained extended past fingertip height while nominally relaxed. “I stopped the volcano from erupting. Does… Does that count as winning the first challenge?” “Somehow,” Kat said, “I don’t think ‘stopping a volcano’ was actually the object of the trial. Hopefully we didn’t do the opposite of the challenge, at least.” “Luckily, it seems the orcs have already scared everyone away!” Genie said happily. “What you did was very impressive. It was also very stupid! Point one goes to the orcs.” Candi frowned and looked down, “Kat. Maybe you were right. There might just be a universal law that works against hyperflexing as a way to instantly solve problems.” She looked at the girl, “It might also just be an obstacle that I need to learn how to bypass.” “Maybe work on that when we’re not down one-nothing to the bad guys,” Kat suggested. “Wow, that’s hot!” She shook her hand after setting her palm onto Candi’s expanded biceps. “You’re not hurt, are you?” Candi asked. “Just surprised,” Kat replied. She held both hands with their palms facing Candi. “You make a good space heater when you’re flexing.”**** “Destroying their town is more damage than we’ve caused,” the orc chieftain said. “Another challenge like that and people may start to see us orcs as their friends.” His comments were met with laughter from his troops. “I won’t fall for the trap of going for the simplest solution in this next challenge.” Candi replied. “We’ll beat you fairly.” “We’ll see about that,” Durkis sat his hands on his hips. “It seems that infinite strength is coupled with zero wisdom.” Candi frowned silently. “To be fair,” Kat said, “she didn’t kill anyone, either. And she kept your brigands from looting the abandoned town, too, which is a result, even if it’s not a win.” “The orcs have won the first challenge,” Genie announced, “which might be the first time this band of them has actually helped people.” She sat a hand on the upper side of Candi’s expanded bicep and leaned against it for support. “The second challenge will be a simple one. The first ones to gain something freely given from the local faeries and have it here with me will win.” “No raiding?” Mugyuck asked. “That would be too easy, and unfair to any local population,” The nymph replied. “I’m not endorsing pillaging, either. This one may not require too much travel, either. Just find and return a Demon’s Tear flower to me.” Kat raised her hand. “I have a question,” she said, then bulled on. “Does it have to be freely given? Because I thought that was impossible for faeries.” “Payment for things is not always direct,” Genie replied. “It could be implied. Sometimes things are given just to see what happens. Not every fae keeps an account ledger. But very well. I will also accept a Demons’ Tear that has been collected without violence or threat.” “What is a Demon’s Tear?” Candi asked. “I’m not a botany expert. I’m still learning my way around here.” “I’ll leave it to you to discover that by consulting with local experts,“ Genie said cheerfully. “It’s more fun that way.” “Have you noticed,” Kat muttered aside to Candi, “our friends have some seriously messed up concepts of fun?” “We accept your challenge!” Durkis announced. He whispered to his second in command, “I saw vines and bunches of them growing in the woods and marshes a short distance from here. This will be simple.” “Should we follow them?” Candi asked. “I see that as creating two problems,” Kat admitted. “First, they would get there first and, therefore, have a leg up on getting the prize back and winning. Second, we’re supposed to do this without violence… and I don’t know about you, but I’m sorely tempted to kick the next orc I come face-to-face with right in the… fork.” “We should have a few hours to find the flower,” Candi said. “I think that finding a fae to hand one to give it to us will be the difficult part. There’s some woods a mile from here. That should be a two minute jog.” When Kat silently raised her eyebrow, she continued, “You didn’t give me a smart-alecky response. Is something wrong?” “Not wrong, no, but I’m not jogging a mile in two minutes,” Kat said. “I’m not sprinting a mile in four minutes. I am not Usain Bolt.” “I don’t see any sane fae willingly giving things to orcs,” Candi said. “Unless they are a nasty type, like a redcap.” “I’m not sure any of the locals will be any more favorably inclined towards us,” Kat admitted. “Not after we buried their city in lava. It can’t hurt to ask, though.” “Oh, I hadn’t thought of that,” Candi replied. “It’s all that I’ve been thinking about,” Kat admitted. “That outdid every stunt I could have imagined you pulling off. It’s a bit much to take in.” She carefully set her fingers on either side of the thick vein that pulsed on top of Candi’s bicep. “Leaving this flexed out to the huge size is also a bit distracting… but in a good way.” “I wasn’t sure I’d be able to do it,” Candi replied. “I didn’t see any other way to beat the orcs. I’m also not flexing it right now.” “Oh…” Kat replied. “Thanks,” Candi said. “So, how do we find the fae and get the prize?” Kat looked over to the nymph. Genie shrugged. “Don’t look at me,” she said. “I’m the arbiter. Giving you hints would be unfair.” “But it is possible to win, right?” Candi asked. “Of course! That was a stipulation made for the rules,” Genie answered. “You should hurry, though. I think the orcs have found their patch.” “So, do I carry you in order to get to the woods in time to begin the scavenger hunt?” Candi asked. “I think your pulse would blast me apart if I tried a bicep ride right now, Your Impressiveness,” Kat replied. “I’ll have to try that out a bit more slowly to see if it’s safe.” “I can’t go off on my own,” Candi said. “Then we’re not acting as a team.”***** Durkis advanced on Genie at the head of his orcs. Alone amongst his band, he seemed to be unaffected by the challenge, striding boldly, head held high, with a single branch with leaves and a red flower hanging from it clutched triumphantly in his hand. Behind him, his followers were utterly failing to march in the orderly lines they’d left the scene in. Some were fidgeting, involuntarily scratching at any flesh they could reach beneath their armor. Some had actually divested themselves of their breastplates and their grey skin was showing a much darker, nearly black rash in patches across their bodies. Several had freely running tears flowing from their eyes, while others rubbed at them with their hands and howled as they did so. Kat shivered, “They still give me chills.” “Something seems a bit… off about them,” Candi replied. “Arbiter!” The chieftain exclaimed. “I bring you a perfect example of the Demons’ Tear!” “Candi- can you slow them down?” Kat hissed. “Only by physically restraining them,” Candi answered. “I think that would be cheating.” Genie reached forward as the orc approached, then pulled her hand back. “You seem to have brought its nearly identical cousin. You’re very close, but not quite there.” “What do you mean?” He asked. “Poison ivy,” She grinned. “Mis-direction and half-truths!” He bellowed. “I won’t be taken for a fool.” “Um… Genie?” Kat asked. “Yes?” She replied. “Would you please give us a Demons’ Tear flower?” She batted her eyes and smiled winsomely. The nymph shifted her weight from foot to foot as she thought, rippling her muscular legs. “That does not technically break the rules.” “What?!” Durkis roared. “You can’t do that!” “Why not?” Genie asked. “It’s not fair!” The orc yelled. “You’re doing favors for the humans!” “First,” Genie said, “I don’t judge that either of these people are humans. Not fully, in any case, and certainly no more than you.” “You take that back…” Durkis growled. “Second,” Genie continued, speaking over the orc’s angry rumbling, “it breaks no rule. Just because you didn’t think of it does not make it unfair. And, because I find your attitude appalling, I am inclined to accede to these heroes’ request.” “Does that mean you’ll give it to us?” Candi asked. “Of course, Goddess,” A seed appeared on Genie’s open palm, which quickly sprouted into a vine that ended in a single red bloom. Candi picked up the blossom and held it up in front of herself, “Please accept a single Demons’ Tear, freely given.”***** “What is the third test to be?” Durkis growled. “I will only agree if it is something that can easily be accomplished by me.” “The third one should be the most interesting of all!” Genie exclaimed. “It will take place beneath the Queen’s mountain.” She pointed to Durkis and Mugyuck. “Both of you, along with the witch and the Goddess are to go to locations near the lava chamber. The rules of the contest still apply. None of you are allowed to directly harm each other.” “I know that already,” The orc leader said. “It does not need repeating.” “The challenge is to control the fate of your prisoners,” Genie said. “Whoever’s actions has the greater effect on them wins.” “Why wasn’t that the first challenge?” Kat grumbled. “Drama.” Genie replied. “In other words,” Candi explained, “if we’d done this challenge right off, Genie would have gotten bored.” “It is my choice what tasks get done and in what order,” Genie replied. “They are chosen to test you and to suit my needs.” Once they had all walked back to the mountain fortress, Genie said, “You two go back to where you were before you heard Kat and Candi.” She looked at the heroines, “And you two follow the tunnel you were in to its end. The challenge will begin once you are there.” “At least it’s light enough so that I can see,” Candi said as the end of the tunnel came into view. “Roiling and splashing lava isn’t my idea of good ambiance,” Kat replied. “And Candi! that stench is awful.” “You can use the generic term for deities if you want,” Candi said, “At least the fumes from the volcano aren’t toxic. It would have been really bad if you’d passed out and died.” “Are you certain that option’s off the table?” Kat asked plaintively. “I mean… what would I have to do, d’you suppose?” “You’d have to be willing to sacrifice all of the hostages,” Candi said. “We have to win as a team, remember?” “It sort of makes sense being able to survive next to the heat and stuff inside a volcano while in faerie,” Kat walked out onto a ledge in the chamber, accompanying Candi. “You can’t have adventures inside of them otherwise.” She gripped both hands onto Candi’s bicep as she looked down to the cauldron below. Candi pointed upwards, to where stone tiles suddenly rained down from. “There’s a huge cage up there. It’s all the prisoners!” “How does it feel to stare at defeat?” Durkis’ voice echoed. “Nothing you can do will prevent my success. Mugyuck! Have our troops release the chains that hold the floor closed. The splash when the thousand fall in will kill the witch and awaken our god!” His laughter filled the corridor. “Hyperflex,” Kat said. “What?” Candi asked, not quite believing her ears. “Get in there and hyperflex,” Kat repeated. “You’re the only one who can.” “But… what about how that causes disaster every time I do it?” Candi asked.“That law only applies to excessive overuse of power,” Kat said. “If you just fill the chamber so that they all get a bicep ride, I don’t think that counts.” “Well…” “Plus,” Kat urged, “nobody dying is kind of our raison d’etre. Right?” “It’s not that easy to control,” Candi said. “I’ve only ever pushed it once.” “I wouldn’t call this pushing yourself. You lifted me to nosebleed heights without any effort. Anyways, being splattered by your bicep is still better than being roasted in lava,” Kat replied. “Just don’t kill off everyone in Queen Gouda’s fortress and in the nearby city, okay?” “Your confidence in me is inspiring,” Candi said. She shivered, with her hair standing on end as she heard Kat’s silent prayer. Her thoughts were interrupted by the clanking of chains and the screams of hundreds of people above. There was a reverberating boom as Candi’s bicep went through the far end of the chamber. The ground shook violently as cracks spread open along the walls and floor of the corridor. “Stop!” Kat shouted. “You must have filled the chamber. It’s only a half mile across. You don’t need to split the mountain in half or anything like that.” She paused, “I can’t believe I’m saying these things. This is mind-boggling.” “How do we know if we’ve succeeded?” Candi shouted to be heard over the thumping of her pulse. “There’s no evil god rising up from the ground bellowing about seeking his revenge,” Kat replied. “I take that as a positive sign.” “I could have crushed it without realizing it,” Candi said. “That would be hilarious if it weren’t in this situation,” Kat sat a hand on Candi’s other bicep and leaned against it. “I have awaked from my thousand years’ slumber and I seek terrible revenge! Oh, crap! I’m dead. That would be awful to be a high priest of.” “Uh… I just thought of something,” Kat said. “Based on what happened before, wouldn’t cracking the lava chamber apart be bad for Queen Gouda, as in really, lethally bad?” “I felt a kind of magical tug against me when my bicep’s peak hit the sides of it.” Candi replied. “It's like she’s using me as a power source for the protection enchantments. I think I tripped some kind of mystical circuit breakers.” She paused, “I think I should visit Her Majesty, shouldn’t I?” “After reorganizing the castle cellars?” Kat snorted. “Probably.”***** “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me, Your Majesty” Candi nodded her head a little. “I hope you’re not too mad at us for how we took care of the orcs.” “You had some… interesting solutions to the puzzles, but they ultimately succeeded,” The dark elf replied. “You’re being very polite to me,” Candi said. “I feel like something’s not being said. I also really expected you to say something about my, um, geological rearrangement of the region.”Kat coughed lightly. Candi looked over to her, “Since I’m not all that skilled in reporting things, maybe you could fill the Queen in on any details I’ve missed?” Kat raised a skeptical eyebrow and curled her lip slightly. “I have a habit of leaving out details or understating things,” Candi replied. Kat, still silent, rolled her eyes. “The earthquakes you caused didn’t cause too much damage, my Patron, nor did shifting my fortress or rupturing the magma chamber,” Gouda shifted her gaze nervously. “The orcs lived up to their bargain and let the prisoners go?” Candi asked. Gouda nodded. “No one was killed?” Candi also asked. “No fae has died since you agreed to take on this task,” Queen Gouda confirmed. “There were some minor difficulties incurred to a number of my subjects as a result of your actions, but overall things worked out.” Candi pursed her lips, “I feel like you’re saying things to me to try and make me feel good. Please don’t do that. I really don’t want to seem intimidating.” She looked from Gouda to Kat and back, “Do I really seem intimidating?” Kat shrugged and looked pointedly at the queen. The elf looked to where Candi’s bicep stood out nearly as far as her breasts did, then back to her face. “I don’t bite... much,” Candi said. “I’d really like for both of you to not hold back on what you're thinking.” “I haven’t been given leave to speak in the Queen’s presence,” Kat reminded her friend.Candi looked to Gouda, “Please let Kat speak, Your Majesty.” “I cannot refuse your commands, Goddess,” The dark elf looked at Kat. “You may speak your mind.” “I’m still in a bit of shock from what I’ve seen over the past couple of days,” Kat replied. “On the one hand, the fact that the orcs were stopped and no one had to die is certainly good, but… we also made an entire village homeless in, what, under fifteen minutes?” Kat frowned. “That sort of thing is a little scary, especially because it was purely an accident.” “Genie’s challenge was a smarter move than I realized at the time,” Candi said. “We kind of owe them new homes, don’t we? Do you have some sort of adventure that would find a bunch of treasure for us to do?” “Um, N-no,” Gouda replied. “The new mountains have enough gold to keep the townspeople happily mining for generations.” The queen cleared her throat. “Also, in fairness, you uncovered- or, possibly, compressed into existence- rather a sizable cache of mineral wealth in the magma chamber. If you will relinquish your claim on it, I can have the town rebuilt, crediting the costs of the project to the wealth of the mountain.” “It is your kingdom, so I can’t just take things that I find here. That wouldn’t be right. I also don’t want to force payment of any kind of tribute to me,” Candi replied. “I want people to like me, after all.” She paused, “I created new minerals?” “Compressed elements under great pressure and in the presence of great heat,” Kat suggested. “I suspect you might have had some sort of effect.” “Would it be a good idea to do that back on earth?” Candi’s eyes widened. “I could try it in locations where there aren’t people living.” She thought for a second, then added, “I should hold off on that until I have better control.” “One. You should definitely wait until you have better control,” Kat said. “Two. You should also probably make an effort to learn everything you can about macro and micro economies before you go about devaluing currencies and destabilizing global markets.” “I’ll keep my efforts at squishing carbon into diamonds at just enough for gifts, then.” Candi replied. “Before you ask, yes, I’ll let you watch next time.” She looked to the Queen, “Is there anything else we can do for you right now?” “I think not,” she said, shaking her head, “You’ve done enough for now.”...
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