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On a moderate, not-too-sunny day in Splatsville, an orange-haired Inkling would be wandering the plaza between battles. Her face would be dug into her phone, aimlessly walking the plaza while texting one of her friends. She would be guided by her worn-in, pink Tentatek sneakers, in addition to wearing some black pleather shorts, and a white logo tee. Her aimless wandering eventually led her to an empty alleyway. As she turned her head up, she figured she was lost. Immediately, she figured to turn back, but upon looking up, something caught her eye. Next to a dumpster, she spotted a pastel-pink shoebox. “Hello… What do we have here?” She said to herself. Upon walking closer, she observed the slightly-dirtied pink shoebox nestled closely to the wall and trash. As she grabbed it and looked closer, she gazed upon its details, being cutesy gold patterning. She couldn’t see a logo or a size indicator, but that didn’t matter to her at the moment. Looking inside, she found a cutesy and innocent pair of black patent Mary Jane shoes. They had a posh, yet modestly sized heel, as well as a golden heart-shaped buckle. Haphazardly stuffed inside of the shoes were a pair of white knee-high frilly socks, seemingly to go along with the shoes. “It can’t be serious.” She thought to herself, pulling out one of the shoes. The patent texture of the shoes was surprisingly nice to touch, but she immediately dismissed it for how off-brand the shoes were to her style. Temporarily removing the socks from the shoes, she saw they had a manilla-colored leather insole, with a logo written on the heel. She then quickly looked at the heel and bottom of the shoe, only to be quickly disgusted by it’s impracticality. The bottoms of the shoes appeared to be a hard leather with no traction, other than a pink heart etched on the soles. Not only were these shoes not her style, but she doubted that if she were to walk in them, she would slip all over the place. She immediately thought about putting them back, seeing how she figured she would not be caught dead in those shoes, however, a feeling of guilt washed over her. Something about the shoes and socks sitting cold and alone in the alley for days made her a little sad. She was unsure why she was personifying shoes all of the sudden, but the story these shoes told strangely made her feel for them. However, she suddenly snapped out of the temptation and put the shoe, along with the sock back into the box. Closing it up and putting it back on the floor, she’d start to walk away, only to stop dead in her tracks before doing so. She would reluctantly pace away and to the shoebox constantly, before giving in and picking the shoes back up again. “Okay… Maybe just a few minutes.” She told herself. “No more. Then it quickly goes back into the box.” She’d then slip off her pink trainers with ease, considering they were past the point of being regarded as new. Having no socks on would make the process easier. Seeing as how nobody was around, she felt less tense to wear them. First, she’d slip on the dense cotton lace-socks. They felt like they hugged up her legs, feeling oddly warm and recently worn. Needless to say, they were odd as if they had not been cleaned previously, but gave the outward appearance of being pristine and white. Wiggling her toes around in them, they gave a strange sensation as if she was wearing somebody else’s feet. Pulling out the shoes, she’d place them on the floor as they sounded with an audible “clack!” Undoing the buckles of each shoe and opening them up, she’d start to insert her right foot into the right shoe, but reluctantly held back from uncertainty. She began to question if she really was going to wear girly shoes like these. They may have tempted her, but what would everybody else think? While her foot loomed over the shoe, she felt some force to drop her foot into it. It didn’t feel like gravity, but like some alluring pull to wear the shoes already. She then would put her right foot into the shoe, and assist it inside with her finger. The shoe felt weirdly snug. Before she even put on the shoe, it felt as if it was sealed onto her foot like a suction cup. Stepping into the other shoe and doing the same, she would then proceed to buckle both shoes up. She couldn’t seem to buckle them loosely for some reason, as it appeared hard for the pin of the buckle to insert into the outer holes. Strangely enough though, the pin would easily fit into the buckles further in, ensuring the buckles of the shoe would be nice, snug, and secure. Once she was finished… She felt like a doll wearing doll shoes. They weren’t tight, but just an irritating level of snug that bordered on being uncomfortable. Looking down, she tried to wiggle her toes inside the shoes, but could only move them slightly due to the density of the socks and the thickness of the patent leather. Stepping around in them, she could audibly hear herself walk, which filled her with doubt. A loud “Climp! Clamp! Clomp!” Would sound off with every step she took due to the heels. These shoes were far from being high heels, but the sound they made practically made them feel like such. “No wonder why somebody would abandon these shoes… I wouldn’t want to be caught dead in them either.” She’d tell herself as she continued to step around in the loud shoes. She still couldn’t shake the feeling of how weird the shoes felt though. Yes, she had worn such shoes against her say when she was younger by her parents, but these had a particular feeling, almost as if they were alive. Deciding she had enough of the experience, she would reach down, only to stop halfway as a thought beamed into her head. She figured she should keep the shoes on a while longer. What was the hurry? It was almost as if internally she knew she wanted to take them off, but something was holding her back. She would stand back up, and look forward. She decided to leave her trainers in the alley despite knowing they would probably be taken or thrown away if they were. She began to walk forward, outside of the alley. —— The orange inkling would continue to stroll down the street in her new shoes. She was secretly hiding the feeling that she was afraid to wear these, and what ridicule she would have if she was seen in them. But she simply kept strolling down the plaza. While she walked, she began to subconsciously change the way she walked. In between movements, she noticed she would exaggerate some of her steps to show off her shiny shoes, with a perky and bouncy walk. Even as she tried to restrict herself to walk normally, her legs would continue to playfully move. “Hey! Knock it off!” She’d whisper angrily down to her legs. While she was aimlessly strolling however, she came across some younger turflings playing around on the asphalt doing various games. One younger inkling girl would notice and talk to her. “Hey! Do you want to play hopscotch with us?” The turfling would ask the orange inkling. At first, she was going to immediately turn down the idea for an activity out of her age range, but she suddenly spoke up. “Hopscotch? Sure!” She would cheerfully reply, only to quickly recoil back questioning why she said what she just said. “Wait, do I? That game’s for kids!” She then found herself forcefully strolling over, trying to hold her balance. Even though she didn’t want to play the game, she found herself doing so anyway. Skipping across every square, she made sure to emphasize her new shoes in the process. After playing more than she bargained for, the young turfling girls would thank her for playing. “Thanks Miss! We love your shoes! They’re super cute! I wish I had a pair like yours!” A turfling would thank her. “Aww, thank you!” Yet again did the orange inkling find herself talking and acting against her usual mannerisms. “Your shoes are too cute as well!” As she walked away from the young cephalopod kids, she eventually found a bench to sit down on. Immediately sitting down, her face would go red looking at the shoes. “What is going on with me?! I don’t act like this! I don’t even play with young squid kids either!” She’d protest furiously confused. Realizing the shoes were possibly at fault for her new behavior, she’d reach down to take them off. At first, she started to hear a casual opposition in her taking off the shoes internally, but when she started to try and unbuckle and pull them off, the voice would get even more desperate. Eventually, she’d yank and pull the black patent Mary Jane shoes off of her feet. “Forget it. I’m just going back in the alley to wear my sneakers.” She’d say as she threw the shoes on the ground and began to walk away. As she did however, the unexpected would occur. The Mary Jane shoes she had pulled off suddenly got up and started to follow her. Not realizing this was happening, the orange inkling would suddenly stumble forward. Wondering why she did, she realized the shoes had tightly put themselves back onto her feet by themselves. Baffled, she’d yank the shoes off again and throw them away from her. Yet again, she noticed the shoes would walk right back to her and put themselves on her feet. “Quit it! I’m not playing this game!” She’d yell angrily. This time, she would not only pull off the shoes, but the socks as well. Although walking barefoot in the hot son was hard, she still wanted to get away from the shoes. Surprisingly enough, the socks would put themselves inside of the Mary Jane shoes and begin to follow her. Noticing this, she would run away again, only to fall onto a patch of grass. The socks and shoes, as expected, would wear themselves onto the inkling again. As she got more angry about the shoes wearing her time and time again, she suddenly got up perfectly. Looking down to the shoes, they’d suddenly begin to rhythmically tap around on the pavement. Afraid of what’s to come, she’d try to reach down to the shoes again to take them off, only to suddenly be launched forward into a dance. The socks and shoes would make her start playfully dancing as she walked, stepping and tapping around. The inkling however, was having none of it. All of the dancing would suddenly attract attention to her as multiple inklings and octolings looked her way. Though her shoes were not tap shoes, the hard, slippery soles of the shoes made them sound that way. She would continue to get more embarrassed as she danced, as some would pull out their phones to record her as others would jeer and make fun of her to their friends, at her expense. Some were genuinely interested in her, while others saw potential to make fun of her. In a moment of fight or flight, the inkling would then gain some control of her legs again and start running away from the area she was in back to the alley. She would stumble over herself and trip as the shoes tried to keep appealing to her, but she was having enough. —— Upon reaching the alley, she’d back up against a wall and proceed to throw her socks and shoes off against the opposite wall. “Enough of these cursed shoes!” She’d yell. In order to make sure the socks or shoes would wear her again, she’d grab the shoe box she found them in and stuff them inside the way she found them. While she did so, she could hear the shoes squeak in protest, begging her not to be put away. She’d grab a discarded reel of duct tape and tape the box shut before throwing it against the wall again. While regaining her breath, she’d watch as the shoe box desperately moved in order to be opened again. She would put back on her trainers and begin to walk out the alley, only to slowly stop, still hearing the struggle from inside the shoe box. Even though she wanted to keep walking and not turn back, she found herself looking back at the shoe box fighting for its last time, then slowly and sadly giving up. The way the shoe box had gained damage and sadly gave up made her guilty again. She didn’t know what it was, but the way the shoes had guilted her made her feel terrible. Internally, she did enjoy wearing the shoes, but the doubts of how she would be seen made her worry. At the same time, she did somewhat enjoy how the shoes made her act. They way they tapped around silly and made her dance was somewhat charming and enjoyable. With a heavy sigh, she went back to the shoebox, and removed the duct tape from it. Opening it slowly, she’d see the shoes and socks sadly rest inside. “My guess is that you guys haven’t been worn in years, have you?” She’d question the shoes. Despite not getting a direct response, they’d squeak once to signify a “yes.” “Y’know…” She would begin to lament. “I did kinda like the way you guys felt on my feet. Also you managed to embrace a side of me I wanted to repress for years.” She’d say to the shoes. “It’s just… I got worried at how people would see me. I didn’t want to be seen as “that weird girl” for what I wore.” She’d pull out one of the shoes to look at it directly. “Just… Let me have control, alright?” She would ask the shoe. It would then bob once in her hand to signify confirmation. Taking off her pink trainers yet again, she’d take the socks and shoes outside of the shoebox once more, then put them on. No longer did the socks and shoes feel strangely abrasive, but kind and comforting. Standing up, she’d take her pink trainers in hand and begin to stroll out of the alley. While she walked back to the street, she’d occasionally do playful steps once more. (Description if it doesn’t show) I understand I haven’t made anything in a while, I’ve kinda been on the fence for what to write without repetitively repeating the same stories. This one doesn’t really have to do with tap dancing, but there still might be some usage of it. I’m not sure what type of story you would identify this as, so pardon for the lack of tags.

(Body structures traced from mlp coloring book) The florals are flower looking ponies, the main indicator of being one is having either a flower tail or mail, not just having flowers all over if that makes sense. They usually come out during nighttime,DON'T LET THEIR PRETTY APPEARANCE FOOL YOU! Because they are actually incredibly lethal! They release their scent at night to lure prey and then inject poison !(Usually with the same pheromones they use for their scents.) Then they start slowly consuming it. I'm sure you're all wondering, WAIT ARE THEY CANNIBALS!? And to that I'll say, im not sure because ponies try their hardest to avoid them,basically noone wants to risk messing around and finding out... They can also do photosynthesis but the pony part of them needs,protein.... Flower power is quite a unique floral, she can produce magic beams from her tail also. And Corpse lily has a stinky odor that mostly attracts flies and other "lovely" things. But other than some exceptions

Her eyes blinked, blinking her out of deep-in thought of every piece of information she had received just a few hours ago, right now the woman named Maeve Parrish was showering herself in the guest room just a few feet from where she was sitting, still sitting in the living area, just across from her tucked now in a wooden bassinet which she had found in the very back of the shed when she had remembered seeing, she never burned it since she didn't want the old owners to come back and see they she had burned their stuff, the shed was fully stocked with a full 3 months worth of wood. Her body was telling her to get up and observe over the newborn just a few feet from her, but another told her to remain still and frozen as if the baby would jump out to attack if she made a single move over, " It feels wonderful!" Maeve's yelling voice from the other room made her flinch a bit, she leaned back in the sofa half smiling as she called back " What's that?!" Her eyes tense over to the bassinet, the little whimpers and cooes made her eyes wide a little at the noises, Maeve stepped out into the doorway dressed in a fluffy brown robe around her body " I said it feels amazing, to feel a warm hot shower!" She smiled but paused when noticing Lex looking a little nervous, her eyes drawn over to the bassinet where Theleo was laid in " would you like to see him? It was a lot of information I can see your still processing" Maeve sighed, Lex drew her gaze back to Maeve who was looking a little uncomfortable now, and here she was hoping her home to this woman who needed help as after getting so much information, she was acting strange over nothing, she's dealt with worse. Lex took a inhaled then exhaled sigh as she spoke " I'm sorry I'm being weird about this, I should be, I should be sympathetic for what you've gone through. To be trapped in a bunkered lab for so long.." Maeve pierced her lips in a straight smile while she daunted over to the bassinet, her head leaning over to see her little one still unbothered and asleep, curled in the sheets, she reached her hands down carefully to lift him out, his eyes blinking slowly open to notice that he was being moved around again " Nahhhrahh!" He cried out a pathetic attempt at a roar it seemed " don't do that" she softly scolded, looking up to Lex who was watching with curious open eyes " it may have been most bad, but I got what I had always wanted to be, a mother" she pulled back the sheet and lifted Theleo higher to show off face to Lex whose eyes got a bit bigger in stunned surprise at seeing the half human features the young newborn had, Lex arose slowly from the sofa as she sauntered over " They really just spliced DNA together from you both to create some half human half Humanoid?" Lex exclaimed calmly coming to stand in front of Maeve who was using her other free arm to play around with the young ones grabbing little arms, Lex observed to notice the little claw tips that weren't sharp looking but they were small little nub claw tips on his fingers, she reached a hand out to carefully caress across his dome head he was quick to grab at her fingers which stunned her a little to freeze but relax at his soft little hold he had, just like a regular human child " he's pretty reflective for a newborn" Lex pointed out as she chuckled, Maeve nodded with a smile " I think it's the humanoid side" Lex chuckled a bit than asked" I just don't know what sort of fertility clinic would want to draw blood from woman who are seeking to be pregnant" Maeve shrugged " a lot of women were casted out but were given other optional choices they gave them" Lex raised a brow " What sort of blood type are you?" Lex asked, Theleo's little hidden mouth tusks opened when he pulled Lex's finger closure " Woah!" Lex jumped back pulling her finger away, his eyes got stunned a bit his mouth twitched until he let out a sorrowful cry draw from his mouth. " Waaaahhh!" " You didn't tell me he could do that!" Lex gasped, still shocked. " Please don't yell, I didn't mean for you to find out like that!" Maeve pleads, hushing and rocking her crying son against her chest " shhh my little sun, you are alright..shh" she softly whispered lovingly against his head, he gave small whimpers and cooes from his lips as he enjoyed the sound of his mothers consoling voice, she softly drew her lips over his head scalp, Lex watched the motherly act with a frown look, she spoke whispering " I didn't mean to startle him" Maeve looked at her with a kind soft smile while she swayed him in her arms, turning back to the bassinet she carefully placed him back into the bundled blankets his little body curled around as soon as he touched the matted surface of the bassinet. Stepping back then looked to Lex " It's alright, he might as well learn to be aware and being careful" she daunted back to the sofa along with Lex as they both sat next to the warm fireplace. " We can make a call to your family tomorrow, I don't have a working phone up here" which made Maeve's eyes wide and filled with joy, but she didn't want to squeal her excitement when Theleo slept just a few feet from them " Thank you!" Maeve softly replied back, Lex nodded then carefully arose back up " I'll make up something to eat, probably starved, hope you don't mind Salmon and potatoes" Lex said as she sauntered back out towards the small kitchen, Maeve felt her stomach rumble at the mention of food anything sounded about good " It all sounds great.." she grinned happily, Lex went to work. Maeve smiled half heartedly, knowing she will soon be able to make a call to her mother but her heart jumped at the thought of Maliki, she moved over to the little spot window that gave her a good look at the dark night sky, littered with bright stars, her hand clenched right upon her chest feeling her slow racing heart as she stared at the night sky "I hope you can find us.." she muttered out to herself. [ Across the Star way in the dark depths of space] Maliki walked with a low standard stride, behind was Bulum who kept an eye at Maliki's backside, he knew his King had been working tirelessly to get the other clan leaders to accept a meeting to all come together, but he could also sense his friend angry too, when Maliki returned home he had hoped to discuss about the Bad bloods reforming under some new leader who pulled together any sort of rogue that was out their, attacks from them weren't vary until just months ago when they sprung a full attack on Homeworld. Bulum gave a low inner growl at the recalled memories, his scars twitching at the same time when he remembered who gave them, he only wished he would see the blue bastard again to return such wounds, Maliki looked back with sunken eyes back to his old friend (" Are you rethinking something?") Maliki asked a voice of calm and tired but he was remaining strong about it, Bulum shook his head shaking some of his long dreads, a few he had of his tubular hair looked artificial like after much healing and getting prosthetics placed in to replace the missing tubular dreads (" I'm sorry! I didn't mean to distract you! I know that this clan meeting is important!") Bulum exclaimed apologetic but Maliki just waved a hand at it (" Yes, but I also think of other things...she could have had the pup anytime") Maliki openly stated which earned Bulum to frown then Maliki continued (" But answers will be made for this new group of Bad bloods!") he growled inside, a lion who was ready to take a fight anytime. They arrived at a large single door that parted just as Maliki stepped forward without even a care if the door opened in his path or not, as he stepped forth he was brought into a large circular room, and in the center was a large wooden circular table with three yautja sitting around it they arose quickly the first to speak was a green/brown scaled female she was statues in height (" King Maliki! It is gracious to see your in good health") Maliki replied,(" Dominion Ucho of the Swamp plant, looking as lovely as the time I had seen eyes upon yourself!") another who was just a few feet from her was a older average sized male his light creamy scale skin and his bronze colored markings that were blemished on his body but Maliki could recognize the similar characteristics of No'ella's father, the sapphire eyes (" Dominion Bhai'yte of the Desert Planet") the Male gave a narrow silent glance to Maliki but replied (" My King...") nodding a quick head bow, Maliki probably could of guessed Noe'ella had gotten some sort of word to her father but Bhai'yte could of just had it found out by spies, the older male seemed saint like for his age but Maliki grew around his Dam to know the man had ways to get his own way of things, being gone as long has he had the Male must have been scheming and working his play in since the whole deal that was made to arrange with his younger daughter, No'ella definitely has some aspects of her father. Maliki then turned gaze to the third leader, it made him pause with an eye raise as he stared at a short navy blue scaled female. Her face looked like it had been lightly splattered with orange (" Are you the Dominion over the Iron planet?") Maliki asked curious with a cocked head, she gave a half frown on her mandibles but replied (" I am the 12th Heir for the Dominion, my Sire and Dam are in their awaits to meet my 5th Sister's birthing for her own pup, I was the only one they could send that was not...with child") her eyes rolling at the last sentence, Maliki gave a smile on his mandibles (" no issue, Congrats on their grandpup, I don't believe we have met") he gave a raised out hand which made the females eyebrow raise at the sight (" My King? What are you doing?") Ucho asked, as the two other leaders watched the unusual gesture (" Huh? It is called a handshake, a sign of greeting") Maliki stared at his outstretched hand long like Bulum watched Maliki with a raised brow and a frowned expression. The short female spoke again (" I am Ume'nokt, but Ume is fine my King") she held a kind and polite expression towards him, he just nodded to her, his eyes looking back to the other two leaders who were awaiting for what words he had to say that had brought them all here, but with the young Ume as a place-in for their Dominion leader he didn't know how much this female could know about the enemies they had been fighting since he's been gone. He sauntered to the empty seat at the table, the room being silent as he made his walk over. He turned to face the three with stern serious gaze at them, Bulum right behind him, Maliki opened up (" My fellow Dominion leaders, it has been very long since I had last seen your faces, that I had conversed with you, I haven't even allowed word of my return be a loud presence for you all, but I now am not that same-old Male you saw those very months ago and as I return I find out that our ways are being challenged, but a new threat of bad bloods, they alliance themselves together under a single leadership I've learned...tell me what do you know") Maliki gazed over at each expression change of the leaders, Bhai'yte spoke first as Maliki would have preceded (" My King the Bad bloods that call themselves anything else are still just Bad bloods, they are rogues who think they can act in numbers, the questions that should be asked is...why our leadership has taken a Soft meat under their keep?") Maliki could feel his muscles tense with his fists kept at his side but he remained calm and narrowed as he let the old male speak, Ucho gasped expressioned with Ume holding a curious gaze ('' I don't think that has anything to do with what I asked you all here for") Maliki exclaimed, the older male gave a slight scoff (" My sources speak that a Ooman had been in your presence as of your return..") Maliki's eyes got a bit darker when she spoke, he was much closer inside the Empire then he had imagined which made Maliki wonder what was No'ella doing all this time, while her father's little spies got themselves inside his Kingdom. Maliki was silently staring back down Bhai'yte who was giving a carefree smirk on his mandibles, he took in a slow inhale of air then a exhale before he spoke (" How you were able to retain such information, when I've forbidden any such word being spoken about it out from Homeworld! Is there a reason you could hold such information?") His voice calm and demeanor, his clawed fingers outstretching and in stretching upon the wooden surface the sharp points digging more and more, the older male coughed awkwardly (" My King surely you wouldn't think my daughter wouldn't hide such a thing from me, she knows better") Maliki growled deep inside giving a pound upon the table (" What do you have to bring up such gossip at this meeting?") the other gave a growl as well as his eyes sharpened hard towards Maliki ('' Your promise and agreement to my younger daughter was set in play, and you decided to run off! Don't tell me it wasn't a get ploy to escape your responsibility?!") Bhai'yte exclaimed loudly (" You are out of line Bhai-") Ucho was speaking just as Maliki let out an angered roar (" Rwaahghhhh!!!") Silencing the entire leaders, Bulum stepped forward angrily glaring towards Bhai'yte who just smuggly looked away, Maliki gruffed with a heavy shake of his shoulders (" Enough of this! My promise with your Daughter has not been forfeited!") his words were echoing out and he almost couldn't believe that had spoken them (" So you wish to keep your agreement?") Bhai'yte asked annoyed as his brow twitched above his eyes his mandibles also in a sign of anger (" After such insolence and absence and your return to finding out this Ooman lives amongst our kind, carrying a-") He was silenced quickly with a short knife pressed underneath his neck, the young-short female Ume stood under Bhai'yte with knife in her hands, Maliki eyes widen a bit at the sight Bulum was about to step forward when Maliki held him back with a clawed hand raised up ('' That is enough! Is this how you speak to OUR king like this, my Mother spoke true that your words would poke fire in the flames, you should hold your tongue!") She growled, pressing the dagger he winced at the sharp pressing against his throat, he glared down at her (" This is none of your business...childing!") he sneered, earning her to press more, drawing a little blood down his throat (" Dominion Ume'nokt, Ume, you have done enough!") Maliki spoke calmly out which had the females eyes shift gaze when Bhai'yte whipped his left arm up to strike at her, but she reflected with her own arm and kicked herself back on the table an lightly pushed him with her foot backwards, stifling him to walk back a bit and kick back his chair. Thud. (" Bhahah! This is all so amusing!") Ucho laughed out, holding her side, the older male glared at her with his mandibles twitching in fury over this embarrassing moment (" Grehmph! This has been a mock of a meeting, your majesty!") Bhai'yte scowled towards Maliki who didn't seem a bit unfazed over the ordeal, Ume carefully pulled herself off the table (" and you are the one to be to blame for this mockery!") She pointed out, replacing her little knife at her thigh belt while she gazed towards him (" if our king knows after just battling rogue yautja on Homeworld, then he must come to ask the three of us about who they are! Surely Bhai'yte you would put aside petty scrambles over marriage agreements for your kingdom?") Ume asked with her eyes narrowed and voice loud in asking it was making his face a little red as he muttered and grumbled under his breath giving a low growl but he finally spoke (" You are right!") A sigh of defeat and look sensed upon him, Ume gave a gentle smile as she waltz back to her own seat, Ucho snickering and giving her a little wink as she returned. Maliki spoke up (" That is exactly what I come to ask about!") Ucho exhaled a sadly sigh (" Since your long absence sire, the outer board planets have been getting sieged and diminished, supply routes have been changed many times, my herbalists were on a run for medicinal herbs but were attacked, a few younger ones taken...") her voice softening out as her head dropped down (" I had no idea..") Maliki muttered , Ume had nodded (" The iron planet we supply our routes to planets who use our iron for new crafts of weaponry or iron orbs for their own needs...but four of our ships were stripped and every piece of ore was taken, the crew aboard were..") her body shaking a little as she stopped speaking her clawed fingers grabbing the wooden table, Maliki watched with a hard frown and awaiting eyes, Ume finally yelled out basically (" TOSSED OUT OF THE SHIP ALIVE!") letting out a grieving roar. Maliki asked (" Did you have someone aboard one of the ships?") saddened inside her eyes but not a tear fell as she stared at him while she said (" Yes, My soon to be Mate...he had proposed just two days after he was to help deliver our shipment of ore to a 100 stretch mile planet from ours! They were low on certain ore that we only carried") He gave a firm silent nod, eyeing down to the table (" Do we have any clue to who is running these 'managed' rogues?") he asked looking back up, Bhai'yte spoke (" We only clearly know that his bandwagon of rogues and criminals won't let us anywhere near whoever he or she is, as records indicate that they are just waiting for something more...hitting Homeworld wasn't there biggest play!") Maliki shook his head annoyed like (" Only one of them came for revenge for me after I had killed her sister, another only wished for a blood game, my Second command had a run in with a familiar old General") Maliki looked back to Bulum who stepped forward to speak (" He and I use to be close friends, we were close...during our younger years, until we parted ways...I hadn't seen him until I found out he had gone rogue during a Hunt mission with a few Younglings, he completely killed the young hunters off and took off. Then when he attacked Homeworld was the first time I had seen him") Maliki gave a friendly shoulder squeeze to his friend who had to speak about the male who was his old ex mate. Bhai'yte pointed out (" Ah General Za'thelop, he was a remarkable warrior, he was a fighter amongst the Battle Planet, he was put on his retirement from the arena and placed to train young warriors who were going to be ready for their final marking...until he suddenly changed course of his Young warriors ship taking them upon the Battle Planet, no one even knew until it was too late") Bulum frowned hard upon mandibles as he had to rehear the story from the Dominion leader, Maliki had noticed and spoke forward (" Yes Him, he took down two other rogue warriors a female and another untamed Male to attack Homeworld...we have no clear answer of why they would just take any chance to attack Homeworld, for just some petty revenge, I called you all for your word of sight and I've heard it now I ask that you remain strong against this threat as strong as you have been since my departure and absence! Whatever may come I'll make sure to find end to the very ringleader of these rogues!") his fist raising high up as he let out a loud roaring call, the other leaders following in joice. At that the meeting came to an end, Bhai'yte swiftly arose from his chair then exited out from the meeting hall his gold cape replaced back on his shoulders by a skinny male who had been waiting just outside the halls, Maliki watched with a silent drawn glare towards the male until he finally was gone. Ucho came at his side, her arm squeezing him startlingly (" Ooh!! U-Uucho it has been wonderful to have seen you!") Maliki hollered as he was almost side-squeezed in a tight hug by the giant female (" Oh Maliki, you look as handsome as the last time I saw you, my congrats on your engagement, you could surely need it") she snickered lastly while she too was in leave (" Good to see you as well, Ucho") he exhaled a sigh, straightening again when he felt the silent presence of Ume at his backside, turning to greet he answered (" You have been a gracious Sub for your mother, I hope to see her again upon Homeworld sometime") Ume held a soft smile expressed on her mandibles as she replied (" Thank you Sir! And it's been a honor to finally have met you, your majesty..") she gave a pound against her chest but he stopped her (" I am actually also i need of a favor from you") Her eyes blinked with a look of curiousness and head cocked a little confused also (" What might that be, if it's in my jurisdiction to"). Bulum was sauntering over as he was watching Maliki and the small Dominion leader who was quick upon her senses, they were speaking as he was bounding on over, Ume seemed to have noticed him as she looked behind Maliki who also turned his head to notice Bulum (" Ah, Ume this is my second in commander and trusted advisor Bulum") he addressed as he took a nod head to her (" Such a muscled titan, I've heard much of your own battle records. The hammer you carry is said to mark each of your wins") her mandibles grinning wide with her eyes filled with glee which made him a bit stunned at her sudden appraising but have also a large grin (" Hehe, didn't know I had such a fan!") He chuckled , Maliki rolled his eyes with a small smile as he responded (" As I was speaking before you came over, I've done my research and know that on some blood line, you are related part to the great Warrior tracker the Iron plant could ever have honor them!") Ume gave a snorted laugh (" Hehaha, you must be speaking of my great uncle, Wolf") Bulum spat an awed look of surprise (" Your related to Wolf? He's like a legend in any future tracker's books") Maliki snickered at Bulums own fan lovering but the big male just sneered at him, Maliki added (" Yes, I was wondering if you have any way of contacting him"). Her mandibles turning into a smile (" Yes, I believe I have some old contact info to get too him!"). [ Upon the edge living of the Iron Planet] The background chittering of young pups screaming with playful noise echoed from the back room where a male yautja sat himself in front of his screen board, the light casting over him from the large glass window that overlooked a drop view of a metal shining city, his one good eye that wasn't blinded over with a deep green scarring just over one side of his face, his one tusk mandibles twitched and stretched then relaxed back to normal in silence while his eye gaze over a case message for a missing ship that hasn't returned,but an alert tone arose his gaze to the other smaller screen to his right (" Hmmm...interesting") He muttered, answering the call while he sat back upon his chair. (" And what do I owe the pleasure, you're Majesty"). TBC Maeve is back on Earth with her newborn son and found herself in the home of Alexa Woods who's been keeping herself on a low profile since the incident in Bouvetøya. Maliki, unaware that Maeve and their son were alive and well on earth, he seeks help from the small Dominion leader hoping to seek help from the well known Tracker, Wolf...unknowing that someone else also was seeking his assistance. This is where I leave my story for right now, I'm gonna try and get back into writing One Piece fan fiction and start updating that, I'll see y'all guys next time when I make another update.

The following story is based on the genre female muscle growth, FMG, TF transformation and Genital organ growth. It is reserved for an informed and adult audience only, if you don't like this kind of story, you should move on) Damian has made up his mind, he has been thinking about it since this morning, this has to stop!! He admits that he was happy that Sharon accompanied him to bodybuilding, the complicity of the couple and the fact that she took care of her only had good sides. When Sharon started going to the gym more often than him, he was proud and kept encouraging her. When she suggested boosting her performance with products, he didn't see a problem, he himself had taken a little testosterone in the past and hadn't regretted what it had done for him. When Sharon started to look really muscular he was delighted, it had always been his fantasy, although he was amazed that this new drug, "SUPER T" was so effective. His worry was quickly erased by the joy Sharon's muscular physique gave him. When Sharon's attitude changed as well as her style of clothing, he was not offended, after all the gothic style has its charm and Sharon's more dominant side gave spice to their life as a couple. When he noticed that Sharon had grown a few inches, again he didn't complain, although he wondered how such a thing was possible. After all he was still much taller than her, who was he to deny her that. However, he had to make more effort when his wife's clitoris became larger, but since this was accompanied by a boost in libido, he put up with it too. But this morning he began to understand exactly what was happening. Coming out of his shower he saw his wife injecting herself with a syringe of the miracle product, whereas he had seen her the previous evening giving herself her SUPER T injection. She wasn't even planning on going to the gym today, that didn't make any sense. But Damian hated leaving for work after arguing with Sharon, and his moodiness lately didn't lend itself to criticism. When she dropped her bathrobe to take his place in the shower, he was shocked to see that her clitoris now looked more like a penis. Shocked as he was, he took a while to notice that his wife was now as tall as him. As they passed each other on the threshold of the shower, she turned her head slightly, looked him straight in the eyes and without a word gave him a broad smile, which sent shivers down his spine. She had this sparkle in her eyes that was not at all sympathetic. Open-mouthed, he continued to observe her for a moment while she enjoyed the boiling water on her body.... Had she become more muscular than him? Did he miss this detail? After all, she was already lifting as much as him last time... ...And that was last week..... All day, Damian thought about the words he was going to use this evening with his wife. He wanted to avoid an argument but it had to stop, Sharon had to realize that this thing had already gone too far. Barely had he crossed the threshold of the door when he was greeted by a powerful and guttural voice: - "Join me in the living room my kitten!" This sentence did not seem to be a request but rather an instruction. Those were Sharon's words, but not her voice. Damian walked apprehensively in the direction indicated. When he entered the room, what he saw, he would never forget. It was indeed his wife in front of him, he recognized her luscious lips, her hair, (even if the jay black color was part of her recent changes) The face was hers, although more angular.... But for him the rest he recognized nothing. Even sitting on the sofa, it was clear that the creature in front of him was of disproportionate size. The XXXXL clothes seemed on the verge of giving way under the pressure of an extraordinary musculature. But what shocked him even more were the two enormous horns that adorned her head, the powerful claws that had replaced her delicate nails, the tears of blood that flowed down her cheeks like pearls, and her bright red pupils were abnormally dilated. . In his hand he recognized a syringe of "SUPER T" emptied of its contents and he knew well where the super drug had ended up. As he knew what had happened to the contents of all the syringes that littered the coffee table. -"Sharon but what did you do?..." -"Don't worry Kitten, it was the last!! " She told him in that same hoarse voice which ultimately corresponded well to the creature that Sharon had become. -"Ready to see my ultimate transformation?" Sharon stared at him with fiery eyes while tapping the empty syringe against the melon-sized bulge between her legs. Damian was speechless,... The only thing that came to his mind was "TOO LATE!!!" And as if Sharon read his thoughts, a huge smile appeared on his face revealing abnormally long and sharp teeth..... (There may be a part two....)