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General

Cake Scent - the scent someone whose just given cake gives off indicating cake has successfully resulting in "point of Verda" within someone

Cake-Obsessed - When someone is "cake-obsessed", that person is obsessed with babies. Cake, after all, results in an egg from two Pals. Calling someone "cake-obsessed" isn't an insult when referencing the fact someone simply finds babies cute and adorable, particularly since the cuteness is considered a virtue on the island and a commodity of sorts. (See Cremis Paldeck entry.) However, calling someone "cake-obsessed" is an insult when referencing someone obsessed with having babies themselves, particularly if they're wanting to have your babies. Can be used to insult someone obsessed with making others have babies as well.

Personal Headcanon - Bjorn is "cake-obsessed" and doesn't feel that it ruins his image.

Cake Theory - Why does cake lead to an egg? Why does not having cake not lead to an egg? What kind of effect does cake have on humans? Should we even care?

Egg Belly - "Egg belly" is an affectionate way of referring to someone's baby bump on the islands which in turn stems from the importance of breeding Pals one the island. However, complimenting someone's "egg belly" when they're not pregnant is an insult that insinuates the person is fat, though the islanders are forgiving if the person simply mistook them as pregnant. Certain female outsiders don't like the term claiming it to be sexist and outdated, while they and certain other female outsiders are far less forgiving about being mistaken for being pregnant than the actual islanders. Of course, the last thing one wants to do is say this to a woman who is unable to get pregnant and wants to.

Human Pal - a human whose enslaved and lost their freedom because they were caught in a Pal Sphere.

Lunar Sickness - an illness of Palpagos of unknown origins where the individual doesn't have long to live, thus resulting in them having an early "Lyleen ceremony" as some don't live to even age sixteen.

Personal Headcanon - Why did Alex disappear? I headcanon he suffers from some kind of incurable illness that means he's going to die young, but managed to live longer than most with the same illness as taking care of Victor, who can be so involved in his work he forgets to take care of himself and would otherwise be alone, gives him purpose. However, eventually he knew he couldn't last much longer and thus purposefully added himself to one of the experiments in hopes Victor won't be alone. Thus he becomes Shadowbeak, yet Victor doesn't know.

Merchant Folk - Whether one is an outsider or not to the island, one can't but help but notice the way the "merchant folk" look like each other. Nobody knows where they hale from either, with the assumption being they hale from some village or settlement nobody else has found, as the "merchant folk" keep hushed regarding the secret to anyone outside of the "merchant folk", though there may be some who don't look like the "merchant folk" who hail from the same place and keep mum of where they all come from, perhaps to keep the Black Market Merchants from finding them. Of course, some outsiders think there is an easier explanation with the tech that exists, that the "merchant folk" are all just clones of the same individual.

Not-Alex - When Alex dissipated, "Not-Alex" took over his job of managing Victor's more eccentric behavior as someone had to, but instead of remembering his name, Victor called him "Not-Alex" which later became everyone calling him "Not-Alex."

Pal Sphere - womb

Pal Sphere Tummy - mpreg

Put a Pal in Your Pal Sphere - impregnate someone

Put a Pal Sphere in Your Tummy - give a male a womb

Violet(s) - clone(s) Lily created from her and Victor's DNA as revenge on him for experimenting on Pals, with the idea that the clones will experiment on humans for the betterment of Pal; it doesn't register with her that on top of

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One - Lamball

Big Floof - Anybody who is universally lovable is often called a "big floof" because Lamball is a universally loved Pal.

Karanda - to tumble*

Lamba - pet name, preferred by females particularly instead of "Lamball Mutton"

Lamball Clothes - The phrase is similar to the phrase "in sheep's clothing" but doesn't actually mean "wolf in sheep's clothing" unless one is saying "Direhowl in Lamball clothing," but changing the other Pal changes the meaning. At the end of the day it means someone isn't how they seem. (See 2. Cattiva, 3. Chikipi, 4. Lifmunk, 18. Cremis, 19. Daedream, 26. Direhowl, 28. Flopie, 29. Bristla, 38. Nitewing, 42. Arsox, 45. Leezpunk)

Lamball Headed - slang for dizzy

LamballLow - means one is the lowest with a given hierarchy

Lamball in Pal Skin - The phrase means the same thing as "Lamball Clothes" but where "Lamball Clothes" means pretending to be something the other pal is not, this phrase refers to trying to pretend to be something the other pal is. (See 2. Cattiva, 14. Vixy, 15. Hoocrates,  16. Teafant, 17. Depresso, 18. Cremis, 21. Nox, 24. Mau, 25. Celaray, 28. Flopie, 42. Arsox)

Lamball Mutton - pet name for significant other, preferred by males as females don't like the connotation of "Lamball rolls" that they believe comes with it

Lamball Poly - slang for baby fat, preferable to "Lamball rolls"

Lamball Puffs - slang for creme puffs, because they look like mini Lamball

Lamball Rolls - One of the things any girl on Palpagos Island worries about when they're concerned about their appearance are "Lamball rolls," which is Island slang for belly fat. "Lamball rolls" can also refer to bread stuffed with Lamball meat, but nobody wants to eat "Lamball rolls" and gaining "Lamball rolls" to the point they're rolling down a hill like a Lamball.

Lamball Shield - using someone else as a physical shield; using someone else as an emotional shield during a heated conversation

Lamball Wool - to fool someone

Lamcur - curiosity

Mokomoko - onomatopoeia meaning fluffiness*

Roll Like a Lamball - "Roll Like a Lamball" is a popular children's game where children roll down hills like Lamball and run back up to the top and do it all over again simply because doing so is fun, at least until someone is hurt. Children are even more likely to get hurt when they're trying to see who can make the other roll like a Lamball first. "Roll like a Lamball" can also mean "rolling over laughing", but islanders aren't sure whether the phrase came from outsiders, the fact the children roll down the hill laughing until they get hurt, or because watching Lamball roll down hills is hilarious.

Wet Lamball - similar to "drowned rat", but basically someone is super soaked

What Lamball - means "a load of fluff"

Two - Cattiva

Cattiva's Pajamas - retro trend that's come back into fashion

Cattiva Coolness - childlike form of cool

Cattiva Flurry - tantrum, childish

Cattiva Got the Better of You - being toyed with in a way that doesn't make sense, particularly if the person toying with you shouldn't be able to get away with it

Cattiva Helper - helpful child

Cattiva in Lamball Clothes - someone pretending to be more confident than they are

Cattiva-kin - cute going creepy in an unexpected way

Lamball in Cattiva Skin - pretending to be a coward when one isn't

Lucky Cattiva - someone whose lucky despite the fact they shouldn't be

Nyan - cat sound*

Tiva - lazy

Tsuppari - slap attack (sumo)*; defiant or unruly*

Vacatt - coward

Three - Chikipi

Bless Your Chikipi - insult, a way of saying one's "Chikipi" is lacking

Bristila Into Chikipi - bisexual female

Bristila Not Into Chikipi - homosexual female

Chiki - pet name, preferred by children and most females as the pet name indicates someone is extremely weak

Chikipi - slang for male private parts

Chikipi Flocked - When one is "Chikipi flocked" there is the sensation that one is being followed because the same person keeps appearing. While this may seem like a euphemism for stalking, one often feels "Chikipi flocked" by a Traveling Merchant and/or a Pal Merchant because they all look like each other, not to mention they do a lot of traveling, yet one can say they don't want to feel like they are "Chikipi flocked" by the Black Market Merchants either as it's still unsettling even if they're not actively stalking you.

Chikipi Nose - slang for male private parts; also euphemism for being able to see ones "Chikipi" is aroused despite wearing clothes

Chikipi Rush - getting a bunch of females mad at you enough to attack

Egg Layer - insult meaning ones purpose is for reproduction purposes and that's it

Likes Both Chikipi and Sweet Flopie - bisexual male, less common for bisexual females as "Bristila" is used instead with special phrase to tell the difference

Likes Chikipi Instead of Sweet Flopie - homosexual male, but the phrase that started it all, very uncommon for females; use of "Chikipi nose" instead of "Chikipi" is used to emphasize that most males "likes sweet Flopie instead of Chikipi"

Likes Neither Chikipi or Sweet Flopie - asexual individuals, can mean either male or female; use of "Chikipi nose" implies the lack of interest in either comes across as strange

Likes Sweet Flopie Instead of Chikipi - straight male, less common for homosexual females unless "Chikipi nose" is used with a preference to refer to the latter as "Bristila" with special phrase to tell the difference

Plicki - arousal; finding someone's body sexually pleasing, the words plump and/or juicy applying, but not plump as in "Lamball rolls"

Tama - sphere/ball*; womb

Tamago - egg*

Tamago Belly - "egg belly"

Four - Lifmunk

Evil Born in a Lifmunk Skin - While it would be nice if this phrase were only used to describe that rare child who was actually born a psychopath, it's not. It's often used for children who aren't seen as normal in a negative way, and is in some ways abelist.

Personal Headcanon - Vincent is victim of this growing up. In particular, I head canon him as being a hybrid between the two merchant factions on the islands as well as being on the spectrum.

Life-Munk - To call someone a "life-Munk" one is calling them a coward

Lifmunk in Lamball Clothes - a child trying to be an adult

Lifmunk Recoil - shock from being attacked by two or more at once from the same direction; outsiders added the idea of gang rape to this term

Lifni - female nurse

Lifnu - male nurse

Lifmunk - pet name often used for children, less often for adults, though some females are fond of this particular pet name, particularly when little is attached at the beginning, but attaching little to the front for males can make it even more insulting

Lifmunk Tragedy - any tragic event that could have somehow been prevented, particularly if it involves children

Lifmunk Wise - a way of saying "wisdom of the child"

Lifu - runaway in fear; shy

Five - Foxpark

Cryst-Hug - A spin off of "Foxpark hug" and the Cryst version of Foxpark, this is a way of saying someone is cold, indifferent, but more specifically that the hugs they give feel cold and indifferent.

Foxpara - finding ones way, aka, finding the right path through life

Foxpark Hug - a warm hug

Foxpark Sneeze - an accidental fire

Frostpark Breath - difficulty breathing

Frozen Foxpark - cold, catching a cold

Ice Blossom - pet name meaning sexy and/or having a cold aura, preferred by females

Parki - slang for Lolita, English meaning used for females; see "Lullu" for males

Parki Fetish - fetish for "Parki"

Six - Fuack

Fuack - slang for sexual intercourse, as well as a safe F-word

Fuack Slide - slang for a sliding attack from humans

Fuack Wave - slang for peeing ones pants

Nosuke - term of endearment for males*, noted that it was to the end of the name in Japanese, but in English it is used as is

Rowdy Fauck - slang for delinquent

Rowdy Ripper - slang for delinquent

Suke - helper

Seven - Sparkit

Livewire Spark/Livewire Sparkit - sudden spark of passion, not always sexual

Livewire Tabby - pet name meaning sexy and passionate often used for males

Sparkit Buzz - slang for static shock

Sparkit Spazz - PMS, or more of the mood swings tied with PMS

Sparkikin - dry skin

Sparkiteria - hysteria, including the fabled female hysteria; outsiders dislike the term because they believe it only ever refers to female hysteria, but it refers to any kind of hysteria

Tara Fit - tiger* fit, basically getting mad at someone

Eight - Tanzee

Cheery Rifle - psychopath

Dexterous Tanzee - pet name preferred for males, or tomboys

Tanzee - boyfriend; can be a pet name for ones own boyfriend, or used by someone else to say that person is your boyfriend; and based on the Japanese name, it meens baby

Tanzee Fever - weapon obsessed

Tanzroom - acting like a monkey because of some outside stimulant; can be drug or alcohol related, but not alwys

Nine - Rooby

Charcoal a Day Keeps Illness at Bay - same as saying "apple a day keeps the doctor away," but means to practice healthy habits each day

Chief Rooby - a person whose lived a hard life; references the learned experience from that hard life as well

Hard Rooby - arousal of male private parts

Rooby - always healthy

Rooby Hard - arousal of male private parts

Rooby Sparks - the start of kindling feelings for someone

Ten - Pengull

Featherless Like Pengull - way of saying someone "has lost their marbles"

Pengflutter - fluttering feeling of excitement

Pengull Rocket - launching oneself at someone in fury only to easily be pushed away

Pengullet - bloated tummy from eating too much

Pengullet Brain - stubborn desire to keep trying something despite fully knowing that something is impossible

Pengullet Feathers - insult indicating someone is lacking something important and desirable

Pentama - bullet; bullet to the heart feeling

Eleven - Penking

Emperor Slide - penetration, fast

Penking - sailor; insult for narcissist

Penking Cap - reason to be proud, a great achievement for someone

Penking Drop - act of breaking up with someone

Penking Plume - pride

Penking Sibling - step siblings either mistaken for real siblings and/or ones that feel like they might as well be blood related

Twelve - Jolthog

Guriguri - onomatopoeia for rubbing or rattling*

Jolt Prone - seizure prone

Joltbomb - sudden onset of feeling cold

Jolthog - shocked

Jolthog Sting - chilblains, frostnip

Jolthug - touch adverse

Joltneath - underfoot

Kochikochi - sound of something freezing into a solid*

Pachipachi - onomatopoeia*

Thirteen - Gumoss

Gum-Gum - sound of knocking on wood, slang for ones time has come, favorable outcome; knock on wood is an outsider term, but nobody knocks on wood

Gummo - male with "Gumoss mounds"

Gummos Buds - state of the bosom starting to form

Gummos Clothes - crossdressing, particularly females crossdressing as male

Gummos Flowers - any forced transition from male to female, often human pals

Gummos Leaf - slang for male gonads

Guommos Leak - impolite way of saying breast milk leak, can also refer to peeing ones pants

Gummos Mounds - slang bosom, less polite than "Swee mounds"

Gummos Nest - harem; however, this specifically is in reference to a harem that is primarily comprised of effeminate males and possibly females of similar nature to effeminate males

Gummos Pudding - pet name that is in reference to that person's "Gummos Mounds"

Gummos Sap - impolite way of saying breast milk or peeing

Gummos Stem - slang for male private parts

Gummosed - transformation, particulraly forced transformation

Leafless Gummos - slang for castration

Naemochi - seedling child

Rotted Gummos - slang for loss of bosom

Stemless Gumoss - slang for loss of male private parts

Fourteen - Vixy

Depresso Wants Vixy - (see Depresso)

Lamball in Vixy Skin - pretending to be popular

Tamamo - courtesan; beauty; term of endearment for one thought beautiful, male or female

Vixian - a name typically used for males derived from Vixy, with the hopes that children given such name will grow up cute and adorable, but this isn't always the case.

Vixy Boy - male who is popular and generates morale; far less common than "Vixy girls"

Vixy Bully - enemy of the world from a child's eyes, such as when that person didn't invite you to their birthday party and they were only allowed to invite one person and you simply weren't it

Vixy Girl - female who is popular and generates morale; far more common than "Vixy boys", but the Messengers of Love count as this

Vixy Gold - slang for captured human, but used specifically for high valued ones with tower bosses being an example

Vixy Nest - harem; this harem type is comprised of individuals seen with high value, which can mean tower bosses, but not necessarily

Vixy Star - star of a given group, often tower bosses such as how Lily is the star of the Free Pal Alliance

Fifteen - Hoocrates

Crates - teacher

Hoocra - insomnia

Hoocrates - wise-one

Hoocraates is, Hoocrates am - way of saying "I think, therefore I am"

Hoocratic - religion dedicated to darkness, often thought of as a myth, but also refers to someone leaning towards the dark side

Houlock - Sherlock Holms like (the Pal Wiki as of writing this euphanism out gave a different origin for the "lock" part of Houlock, yet my guess is the person is unaware of how popular Sherlock is over in Japan and thus didn't make the actual connection that this is where the Japanese name came from)

Lamball in Hoocrates Skin - pretending to be wise when one isn't

Otes - dark knowledge

Sixteen - Teafant

Bless Your Teafant - response to someone sneezing; response to someone's male private being harmed; way to compliment ones "Teafant" when neither of those are occurring

Chorochoro - tricking water*, peeing

Fantea - soothing bath or shower

Lamball in Teafant Skin - pretending to be innocent; someone pretending to be more masculine than they actually are

Soothing Teafant - medicine that soothes aches, particularly for infants

Teafant - slang for male private parts, brought to the islands by outsiders and considered "Cremi" to other slang that means the same thing by females despite the number of ways Teafant slang original to the island ended up corrupted by the addition of this word to the vernacular

Teafant Debate - frierce debate with no real logic to said debate; debating over ones "Teafant", as in the outsider slang

Teafant nose - slang for runny nose, popular to use when a child has a runny nose; corruption - slang for penis, as well as meaning the same thing as "Chikipi nose's" other meaning, but girls find "Teafant nose" to be "Cremi" in comparison.

Seventeen - Depresso

Depresso - depressed; Emo

Depresso Wants Vixy - someone wants what they can't have, but the one they want is way out of their league

Deprush - energy drinks; use of energy drinks

Lamball in Depresso Skin - pretending to be indifferent

Ndakara - an angry interjection by someone who is angry*

Ndakoala - angry person

Resso - lack of sleep

They're So Depresso - that person is depressed

Eighteen - Cremis

Cremi - slang for cute, but there is value to being "Cremi" on the islands not to mention it's far more acceptable to call a male "Cremi" that it is to call them cute

Cremis In Lamball Clothes - someone cute trying to not be

My Cremi Sweetness - pet name meaning cute, tends to be insulting towards males as it can be more "Cremi" than what males like

My Sweet Cremi - pet name meaning cute, preferred by males to "my Cremi sweetness" as it's less "Cremi"

Cremi Find - high quality find

Cremi Value - Ones "Cremi value" is how cute you're considered

Cremipow - something cute that packs an unexpected punch

Cremis - pet name that means darling

Fluffy Wool - person considered a high quality find

Lamball in Cremis Skin - someone not cute pretending to be

Mliffy - creamy

Pyrin Cremi - Instead of saying machismo the islanders say "Pyrin Cremi", but while they both reference someone's masculinity, culturally "Pyrin Cremi" doesn't have the same negative connotations as machismo does, as "Cremi" is valuable to both males and females on the island. And just as this is a subset of "Cremi" it has it's own value as well.

Personal Headcanon - Bjorn is sold on "Cremi", particularly "Pyrin Cremi" while Vincent dislikes being called "Cremi", or more of he holds a level of disbelief regarding the fact he's "Cremi" because he was told he wasn't that at a very young age.

Nineteen - Daedream

Dae Bullets - feeling of heart break

Dae Chasers - fans of something, typically fangirls rather than fanboys

Dae-Eater - heart breaker

Dae-Eaten - having ones heart broken or the state of feeling like ones dreams have been eaten

Daedream Haunt - when a person keeps having nightmares night after night

Daedream in Lamball Clothes - serial heart breaker

Daedream State - coma

Nemuram - to intrude upon ones dreams

Twenty - Rushoar

Rushour Brain - act of rushing head first into things

Rusival - perceived rival, but in reality one is no where close to rivaling ones perceived rival

Twenty-One - Nox

Lamball in Nox Skin - pretending to be royalty, noble class, or the equivalent

Lunati - insanity*

Nokure - turning someone's personality dark by being around them

Nox - royalty, aristocrats or the societal equivalent

Nox Bait - captured human

Nox Boy - dream guy

Nox Girl - dream gal

Nox Haired - KOed

Nox Night - weird dreams; can mean wet dreams

Noxification - Pal turned human, thought to be fictional

Noxing - the capturing of humans

Twenty-Two - Fuddler

Fudd - intercourse; substitute for the f-word

Fudder - looking for ores and other precious items, and the name of someone whose job is to do so

Fuddler - person who enjoys exploring underground places; can also mean narcissist

Twenty-Three - Killamari

Amari - autistic behaviors; kind way of saying it

Illa - autism, because of the perceived lack of emotion and the kinder way of saying it than another term

Killa - gliding

Killamari - miscarriage, as in pregnancy

Killamari Head - dumb

Killamari Suck - oral intercourse

Mari - insult to those who lean towards the Goth style

Mari-Mozza (see Mozzarina)

Yamiika - sex

Yamika Mari - beastiality

Twenty-Four - Mau

Chilltet - goddess like quality in the look department, can be used for males as well as females

Cryma - someone of fragile state, yet also someone of great worth

Crystmau - saint or saintly

Lamball in Mau skin - someone pretending to be royalty, noble class or similar social class

Mau - royalty, noble class or similar social class

Mau Crush - fragile child; stealing of one's innocence, not to be confused with "Lovander rush" unless the person is a child, but not always "Lovander rush"; fallen from nobility; crushing of bodily part which can be private parts of male or female, the boosum, but can be as simple as the fingers

Mau Digger - means the same as gold digger

Mau Tails poached pals; captured humans

Wish You a Mau Tail - a way to wish someone good luck

Twenty-Five - Celaray

Aray - cultural group that wanders until they find their partner, doesn't have to be a sexual partner

Cela - cultural group that stopped wandering because they found their partner, doesn't have to be a sexual partner

Celaray - cultural group that practices "Aray" and "Cela", beginning and staring as they find and lose someone to be with, doesn't hve to be a sexual partner

Lamball in Celray Skin - pretending to be ones family; pretending to be ones significant other

Lumikite - child's game of flying a kite

Twenty-Six - Direhowl

Direfang - biting someone

Direhowl in Lamball Clothes - phrase literally means "in sheep's clothing" or something evil lurking among the innocent. This phrase shouldn't be confused with "evil in Lifmunk clothes" as the latter applies specifically to children.

Direhunt - hunter, particularly those who hunt humans without bounties on them, likely to end up with a bounty themselves

Direpack - gang

Ridehowl - riding around for the fun of it

Twenty-Seven - Tocotoco

Megatoca - really dumb

Toco-Boom - good luck

Toco-Coto - male gamytes; the use of "Toco-Coto"

Toco-Toco - "Toco-Toco" means the same thing as "doki doki" which is a Japanese onomatopoeia of the heart beat when one is excited, or anything else that makes the heart beat fast

Toco-Toco Brain - one with their crush on the mind, or someone with sex on the brain

Tocotoco Brain - way of calling someone dump

Tocoplode - doing something for a reward that is pointless

Twenty-Eight - Flopie

Flopicess - obsession with picking things up regardless of their words

Flopie - slang for female private parts

Flopie Bud - pet name that is preferred by females

Flopie Flower - pet name that is preferred by females

Flopie in Lamball Clothes - female pretending to be male; feminine pretending to be masculine

Flopie Nose - runny nose, that's become preferred because the "Teafant" phrase was corrupted by outsiders

Flopie Star - pet name that is preferred by females

Flopit - someone interested in growing things, whether they've a green thumb or not

Get Me Some Sweet Flopie - vulgar way of saying one is wanting to pick up a girl, particularly since there is an implication of seeking out sexual relations with said girl

Helper Bunny - flaky helper

Lamball in Flopie Skin - male pretending to be female; masculine pretending to be feminine

Likes Both Chikipi and Sweet Flopie - (see Chikipi)

Likes Chikipi Instead of Sweet Flopie - (see Chikipi)

Likes Neither Chikipi or Sweet Flopie - (see Chikipi)

Likes Sweet Flopie Instead of Chikipi - (see Chikipi)

Potpourrina - term of endearment for females

Pourrina - term of endearment for females

Sweet Flopie - slang for female private parts, vulgar compared to saying just "Flopie".

Uive Flopie - (see Quivern)

Vern Flopie - (see Quivern)

Twenty-Nine - Mozzarina

Mozza - Outsiders to the island are surprises to find out both male and female have utters, but even more surprised to find out one can get milk from both simply by pulling the "Mozza." As such, while "Mozza" does mean the same thing as a certain T-word, it's a unisex term.

Mari-Mozza - a child not yet weaned; the act that shares a similar name to a child not yet weaned (derived from Killamari)

Milk Make - insult to woman with many children; illness where one has Mozzarina like symptoms, male or female; forcing a bosom onto a male

Milkkaibi - can mean love making above the waist like "Pyrin touch"; can also mean touch for the purpose of meidical examination that involves touch in the same place as "Pyrin touch" or "Pyrin spark"

Mozza Leak - polite way of saying breast milt leak

Mozza Milk - polite way of saying breast milk

Mozzarina - term of endearment for a pregnant woman; if someone isn't pregnant, it is an insult meaning their purpose is for breeding

Myzza - a mystery for which it is better to not ask questions of

Thirty - Bristla

Brist - bitch; term come up with by putsiders

Bristla - female homosexual or bisexual; male whore

Bristla in Lamball Clothes - female pretending not to be same sex attracted; bitch not trying to be one

Bristla Into Chikipi - way of differentiating "Brista" these being bisexual

Bristla Not Into Chikipi - way of differentiating "Brista" these being homosexual

Bristla Princess - tomboy

Bristla Sandwich - vegetarian, particularly being vegetarian for silly reasons so meant to be an insult; threesome

Bristla Thorns - insult meaning someone has a temper, particularly the easily to anger kind

Cinna-Brist - oral intercourse

Cinna-la Fetish - fetish of males of being into females "Fudding" each other

Cinnamoth - a "Bristla's" significant other regardless of gender

Ibarahime - briar princess*, term of endearment for both males and females, someone who is a sleeping beauty

Likes Bristla Thorns Instead of Foxcicle Howl - female homosexual, insulting

Thirty-One - Gobfin

Fingob - thug, particularly pirates

Gobfinned - emasculation

Gobsharked - not expecting an outburst until one is bit

Gobsmacked - sudden burning passion of love for someone that burns deeply; confuses outsiders used to the outsider meaning

Sharkid - term of endearment for male child

Sharmanda - term masochism; term of endearment for males

Thirty-Two - Hangyu

Gyuhan - bring good luck

Hangru - torture

Hangru Fight - means same thing as a cat fight

Hangru Penance - paying for ones sins, doesn't have to be payed through self-torture

Lamball in Hangru Skin - someone pretending to pay penance

Obakenawa - shapeshifter

Yuhan - acrobatical

Thirty-Three - Mossanda

Crumoss - knock out punch or attack

Grenada - unexpected surprise

Massalu - forewarning of an attack

Moanda - inheritor

Mossboost - gaining a boost in strength; drug high that causes strength boost; another name for white sand

Oss - over reacting to a paper cut of something similar

Ossa - seizure

Ossanda - feeling of a thousand paper cuts

Sanda - guardian

Thirty-Four - Woolipup

Cotton Candy - pet name that might be too "Cremi" for some

Lilpop - hostess

Meripop - sweet person

Meripop Girl - super feminine female

Pop Candy - host

Woolipup Out - give birth; be hyperactive

Woolipuped - worn out from over eating; worn out from giving birth

Woolirush - sugar rush

Woolipup Boy - effeminate boy; male who is forced to feminize, ranging all the way to completely switching gender through ancient tech

Thirty-Five - Caprity

Apri - arousal through food

Berry Picker - picking partners to arouse

Capri - significant other

Caprity - slave work, particularly when involving human pal

Nocrity - using drugs to force someone to become ones lover

Prica - celibacy

Pricaty - harsh treatment, particularly of human pal

Prity - runs (as in ailment)

Ricaty - drugged

Thirty-Six - Melpaca

Fluffmel - super adorable

Mel-Mel - a babies kick when in the womb

Melpa - pompus

Paca Herd - (see Kingpaca)

Pacamal - kick to the groin area, particularly when it's a male; touch below the waist

Pacapaca Wool - soft skinned

What Mel-Mel that was! - saying for when the "Mel-Mel" feel super healthy

Thirty-Seven - Eikthyrdeer

Antler Cut - haircut; castration

Deeiked - dominate person forced into a subordinate position

Eikthycut - uppercut

Eikthyr - protector

Hyrdeik - god-like

Thyreik - complete loss of male private parts

Thirty-Eight - Nitewing

Nitefirma - night sky

Nitenap - capturing humans

Nitenapped - captured human; a term that is sympathetic towards the human pal

Nitewing - (complete headcanon) - "Felman," having learned more about "Cheshire Grintale" decides he needs a redemption arc and needs to join him and "Robinquill" as "Nitewing." A certain someone is even less amused with "Felman."

Nitewing in Lamball Clothes - someone who is pretending to be a parent who isn't one, can be derogatory, but not always

Nitewing's Ribbuny - rape victims, derogatory way of referring to them

Thirty-Nine - Ribbuny

Himeusa - princess rabbit* is the literal meaning for this term of endearment for females

Nitewing's Ribbuny - (see Nitewing)

Ribbuny - skilled in love making, prefered by females

Ribbuny Boton - someone who's always cheerful no matter what, and not necesssarily because they are naive

Ribbuny Boy - a boy who is always happy, naively so

Ribbuny Girl - a girl who is always happy, naively so

Ribi - heart melting smile

Ribrun - super pissed

Forty - Incineram

Abyssgoat - curse word meaning "'Fuack' off"

Inchell - touch in one unexpected way and then touch in another way unexpectedly; ignoring and/or not caring that one is touch diverse

Incine - hyena like laugh

Incineram - casinova, but when meant to insult, seductor

Incineram Baby - captured human

Incinaram Nest - harem; always headed by a male, often comprised of captured human

Incinidrum - stolckholm syndrome

Incinihell - make someone's life hell

Ineram - night owl

Hellgoat - curse word meaning "go to hell"

Neram - kidnapper

Neram Nest - harem; found family

Forty-One - Cinnamoth

Cinnasniff - drug sniffing

Cinna-Brist - (see Bristala)

Cinna-la Fetish - (see Bristala)

Cinnafog - mind fog

Cinnamoth - (see Bristala)

Cinnaphoria - drug induced euphoria

Cinnara - romantic walk

Papitefu - term of endearment for both males and females

Forty-Two - Arsox

Arsorn - take aim at ones mental weakness; take aim at ones heart, aka making one fall in love

Arsox in Lamball Clothes - male pretending to be female; masculine pretending to be feminine

Arsox - to become masuline, the idea being that someone made fun of for being effeminate when younger grows up to get revenge by becoming more masculine than they were, outdoing those who made fun of them

Blazing Arsox - pet name preferred by males

Brut Arsox - insult for males

Lamball in Arsox Skin - female pretending to be male; feminine pretending to be masculine

Sox - cuddling to stay warm

Forty-Three - Dumud

Dumu - procrastinate

Dumud Dump - pooping

Dumud Split - children's game of doing the splits; loss of male private parts; splitting one in two while alive with ancient tech and reversing it, a form of torture

Uddu - overly relaxed

Umu - improving/replacing someones perceived faults, the perception being from the one doing the improving

Forty-Four - Cawgnito

Cawgnito - having bad luck

Cawpeck - living one's life quietly

Gnito - cloaked in shadow, hiding oneself

Maskrow - disquise oneself' pretend to be something one is not

Forty-Five - Leezpunk

Ezpe - not the fashionista one thinks they are

Ezpu - not the genius one thinks they are

Leense - dungeon divers

Leezer - compliment meaning someone looks cool

Leezpunked - having a trick pulled on oneself; term brought by putsiders

Leezy - compliment meaning someone looks sexy

Leezpunk - compliment meaning someone looks sexy and cool

Punked - someone looks uncool

Punked Leezpunk in Lamball Clothes - someone uncool pretending to be cool

Punky - someone looks unsexy

Punky Leezpunk in Lamball Clothes - someone unsexy pretending to be sexy

Forty-Six - Loupmoon

Lomp - glomp

Lomp Lomp - children's game involving jumping

Loum - can be seen in the dark without a light

Loumou - frozen night time

Loup - unpleasant ichiness in the area of the private parts; slang for arrousal of the private parts, particularly if it's against one's will or at the worst time

Loupmoon Ill - migraines, not to be confused with "lunar sickness"

Moonloup - enraptured

Forty-Seven - Galeclaw

Galec - courier

Galeclaw - kidnapper

Galeclawed - abuse suffered in an abusive relationship

Galed - break up with someone as one's grown tired of them

Forty-Eight - Robinquill

Bingui - acher

Biro - people of the sands

Featherherro - superhero

Personal Headcanon - Lily is mad she and Lyleen don't count because the balance of their relationship is in favor of Lyleen and super pissed people feel Victor and Shadowbeak do count because she feels he's wrong for artificially creating Shadowbeak

Quill Drop - way of saying crap

Quill Dunk - way of saying crap, but less polite than "Quill drop"

Quill Pals - Pal and human with a strong bond

Quilled - weak point is hit

Robi - people of the forest

Robinquill - primative human behavior; (complete headcanon) - If Batman from the stories needs a Robin, then "Felman" needs a "Robinquill." So, he decides upon a Messenger of Love around his age

Sandaro - people of the desert

Forty-Nine - Gorirat

Gori - primal fury

Goribrawl - barbaric bew, brawl for barbaric reasons

Gorirage - uncontrolled temper

Gorirat - crap

Gorirat Dump - less polite than just "Gorirat"

Gorirat Beat - dance style; also a musical beat that moces one to dance

Fifty - Beegarde

Bee Quiet - keeping his/her secret not matter what

Beegarde - beguiled by a female

Beegarde - captured human, particularly those who act infatuated to their human captor

Beeknight - term of endearment for males

Egarde - one expelled from a group

Elizzabee's Beegarde - (see Elizzabee)

Garde - guard; guardian

Hongarde - pet name preferred by males meaning honey

Hongardy - pet name preferred by females meaning honey

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Fifty-One - Elizabee

Eliza - empress, empress like personality, queen bee personality

Elizabee - female human who captures other humans

Elizabee Command - female who controls the others around her

Elizabee's Beegarde - harem; reverse harem often comprised of captured humans, or "Liza"

Liza - those willing to serve without question

Queenbeena - term of endearment for females

Fifty-Two - Grintale

Cat Press - - group hug, pressing up against someone

Cheshire Grintale - (complete headcanon) - If Batman has an arch nemesis, aka Joker, then "Felbat" needs an arch nemesis. He decided upon the name first, finding the most Joker like smile in the Islands of Palpagos atypicallynd combined it with another story he'd heard from the outside to get "Cheshire Grintale." He then decided who "Cheshire Grintale" would be, the mad scientist of the island rumored to experiment on both Pals and humans. Victor is not amused. He also wonders how "Felbat" and "Robinquill" even got to the tower as well.

Grintale - plump body, insult

Grinted - slang for being stalked

Inale - plump body, but neveer actually plump

Marshtale - pet name liked by both male and female meaning marshmallow soft

Nyangimari - rolled foods, such as sushi, seaweed rolls or even rolled cakes, but it is a trend of food similar to how sushi is a food trend, but in a sense broader, but popular as it's considered "Cremi"

Fifty-Three - Swee

Komop - clean child

O-Swee-D - someone on the island misheard an outsider say OCD and what they misheard stuck

Swee Mounds - slang for bosum

Swee Swee - fangirls, more positve term

Sweecur - curiosity

Fifty-Four - Sweepa

Donmop - clean lord

Giga Sweepa - nice mustache; big bossom

Sweepa - head of a fangirl group, the group of which is protective of whatever they're a fan of

Sweepama - majestic hairdo

Sweeped - pregnant woman, particularly when she's pregnant with multiples

Fifty-Five - Chillet

Cherry Chille - pet name meaning dancer or dancer like

Chille - pet name meaning dancer or dancer like

Chillet - a name for ones apprentice; arousal, the non sexual kind; someone younger than you

Chillet Fever - hypothermia

Chillette - apprentice; taking on a roll for a specific purpose

Fifty-Six - Univolt

Unidei - swiftness

Volted - fall from grace

Fifty-Seven - Foxicicle

Aurora Guide - someone who misleads with cold results

Cici - beautiful, haunting song

Ciclaw - painful stab in the back, either physical or relationship wise

Foxcicle - male homosexual, derogatory for female homosexual

Foxcicle wants Lovander - (see Lovander)

Frigid Fox - asexual regardless of gender

Likes Bristla Thorns instead of Foxcicle Howl - (see Bristla)

Fifty-Eight - Pyrin

Black Hare - female serial heart breaker

Dark Charge - attacking out of blind anger

Ipyr - mysterious dark aura or dark matter; dark mood

Ipyr Path - path of darkness; dark mood getting worse

Pyrin - Slang for making love, but also the kissing stage of making love.

Pyrin Burn - sodomy

Pyrin Cremi - (See definition under Cremis)

Pyrin Flames - love making that's progressed to physical intercourse

Pyrin Path - it goes "Pyrin", "Pyrin Touch", "Pyrin Spark", "Pyrin Flames", "Pyrin Burn", not always consentual

Pyrin Spark - love making that's progressed to touching below the waist

Pyrin Touch - love making that's progressed to touching above the waist

Pyrin Veil - fiance, typically female; blushing bride

Rinri - to ride; slang for riding ones intercourse partner until they wear out while one keeps going, or the attempt to do so, but definitely not a consensual act as they reach a point of not being able to consent any more

Thoroughblack - not well bred

Thoroughblaze - well bred

Yrin - to warm someone after they get super cold

Fifty-Nine - Reindrix

Drix - blizzard

Indri - cooling someone down after getting super hot; the event of being aroused and sweating it out so to speak

Indrix - frost bite

Tsuarajika - sharp, unexplained pain

Sixty - Rayhound

Ayou - something passing by mistaken for something else, or on being unsure of what one's seen

Ray-Ray - zoomies

Rayhound - sounds of making love

Sixty-One - Kitsun

Clear Kitsun - being of sound mind

Darsun - charging forth with bravery when seeing someone in need

Kitsun - guardian; someone who is a combination of "Kitsun Locked" and "Kitsun Omen", with the latter likely being the reason for the former

Kitsun Fog - mind fog

Kitsun Locked - shut in

Kitsun Omen - bad omen, thought to be

Tsun - unaffected by hot and/or cold; condition of not feeling pain

Shiranui - ghost fire*

Sixty-Two - Dazzi

Azzi - unexpected birth

Dazzified - making friends with someone you intend to betray

Dazzitray - betrayal, particularly betrayed by someone one thought to be a friend who intended to betray all along

Lady Dazzi - improving/replacing someones perceived faults, the perception being from the one doing the improving

Sixty-Three - Lunaris

Lunari - victim of mind control

Lunaris - extraterrestrial

Lune - anti gravity; ground defying

Lunatis - mind control

Mysteria - mysterious beauty

Sixty-Four - Dinossom

Biribiri - onomatopoeia for electric shock*

Blossoming Garden - pet name

Botossom - smashing good looks, female

Dinotemp - tantrum, particularly a violent one

Dinossom - smashing good looks male

Dintail - knocked someone over because one didn’t see them, or being the one knocked over because one wasn’t seen

Struck By Dinossum Lux's Bolt - saying for escaping death

Sixty-Five - Surfent

Fenti - cultural life style of living around and/or upon water as much as possible

Surfent - wrath

Terrafenti - cultural life style meant to mirror the "Fenti" style by treating the desert as if it were the ocean

Sixty-Six - Maraith

Looks Like Maraith - looks like death

Maraith - death, funeral

Sixty-Seven - Digtoise

Digto - getting through an impenetrable wall someone puts up to prevent people from forming relationships with them

Digtoise - penetration

Dritoise - insult, way of saying "'Fuack' you"

Toise - crushing of male private parts

Sixty-Eight - Tombat

Battom - victim of peeping tom

Omba - locating or gaining an amazing Pal within ones eyes; pet name for that amazing Pal

Tabattary - tom foolary; to trick someone

Tombat - peeking tom

Sixty-Nine - Lovander

Foxcicle Wants Lovander - someone who is into having intercourse

Lova - prowling for sexual purposes

Lovandary - debauchery

Lovander Drain - using someone relationship wise until they're all used up; using someone to get revenge on an ex, the idea making the ex jealous

Lovander Flash - flashing someone

Lovander Nest - harem, often forced

Lovander Rush - slang for rape, for what should be obvious reasons

Lovstra - mind wipe to make someone a more favorable lover

Lovsu - drive a lover insane

Ovan - drain one's lover of energy

Vander - slang for whore, very offensive

Seventy - Flambelle

Flam - stimulating someone's love organs, whether self or another person

Flambelle - child, particularly one's daughters, the latter of whom are more likely to remain fine with the pet name as they grow older, and insulting pet name for males in relationships with anybody

Flambelle Baby - infant; cry baby

Flambelle Chills - heat sickness

Lavi - term of indearment for both male and females

Wax Works - crying

Seventy-One - Vanwyrm

Kabanedari - way of saying one looks like a living corpse, which can mean one is insulting someone, or saying they don't look well

Shirakabane - way of saying someone looks like a ghost, meaning one doesn't look well

Vanraud - take from someone something important

Vanwarn - false warning

Vanwyrn - type of dance, a victory dance of sorts, as well as victor enthusiasm

Seventy-Two - Bushi

Buiaigiri - quickly appear in front of someone

Bush - rurouni

Bushi - apprentice merchants

Lost Bushi - someone cursed to wander

Shi - warrior

Tsujigiri - "crossroads killing"*

Ushi - insanity

Seventy-Three - Beakon

Eako - attack unexpectedly

Get Your Beakon - get to something

Seventy-Four - Ragnahawk

Ragnahead - rock headed

Ragknawed - intercourse partner running one ragged, often unintentionally

Seventy-Five and Seventy-Six - Katress and Wixen

Foreena - cute and hot

Foreo - sexy and cold

Grimmtress - female who likes putting males into their place, though many times they don't need to be

Katress Atlas - navigating to find ones soul mate

Katress Botanical - purposefully attracting someone of the opposite personality

Katress Wix - vixen, female

Kuremaew - sexy kind of cute

Kuemena - sexy and hot

Ilick Kawix - pairing of two passionate people that balance each other out

Katress Queen - queen bee personality

Kawix - soul mates

Lady Katress - someone that lords over someone, female

Lord Wixen - someone that lords over someone, male

Phan Kawix - pairing of two people with loner personalities that balance each other out

Wixen Collector - harem; lead makes the others feel like they're not wanted to get what they want from them, or other manipulation tactics

Wixen Fox - vixen, male

Wixen King - jock type personality

Wixka - two not meant to be together or two people who aren't soul mates

Seventy-Seven - Verdash

Point of Verda - point one is able to be impregnated

Reaching Verda - waiting to reach "Point of Verda"

Verda - fertility, particularly female fertility

Verdash - forest breeze

Waiting For Verda - waiting for the proper moment to conceive

Seventy-Eight - Vaelet

Aele - courting, dating

Vae - fertility, particularly male fertility

Vaelet - under the influence of a scent

Violet Vaelet - tomboy

Violetta - term of endearment for females

Seventy-Nine - Sibelyx

Ibel - to enjoy the rain

Ibelyx - harem; reverse harem, better than "Elizzabee's Beegarde"

Sibe - silk

Sibelyx - female who easily attracts others; proper lady

Vaelet Purification - purification of the land; belief that females are only pure once impregnated

Eighty - Elphidran

Amicably Holy - someone pure

Amidran - friends with benefits

Dran - autistic, because of the perceived lack of emotion, less polite than the other term

Dran State - a forced state where one is forced to do things against their will while acting indifferent; negative autistic trait

Elphi - gentle in nature; someone easy to take advantage of

Elphi State - a forced state where someone can take easy advantage of someone

Elphidran - angel like personality

Elphimi - humans with special abilities, aka mysterious powers

Idran - to act like a beast

In All That's Amicably Holy - insult when one is calling someone out for not being pure

Eighty-One - Kelpsea

Aqua Spout - children's game involving playing in the water; peeing, childish slang

Kelpa - sweet tempered person

Kelpe - delinquent personality

Kelperna - ones personality type

Kelpmaid - neither pal or human, thought to not exist, female

Kelpman - neither pal or human, thought to not exist, male

Kelpsea - child

Kels - ones passion type, particularly romantic

Kelsa - very passionate type

Kelse -  not passionate type

Eighty-Two - Azurobe

Azobe - pureness

Azurobe - lady

Eighty-Three - Cryolinx

Cryo - predator

Cryolinx - cryostasis

Linx - paralysis

Eighty-Four - Blazehowl

Blazehowl - blisters

Gokuen'o - term of endearment meaning "king of extreme flames"*

Noctblaze - infection, typically involving darkness that needs purification, though not always

Nocthowl - tainting of food

Personal Headcanon - one of the signs of "lunar sickness" is "Noctblaze" of the skin that slowly spreads through the life of the one suffering illness, but is also why some mistake it as contagious when it's more likely to be a genetic illness

Shin'en'o - term of endearment meaning "king of the abyss"*

Eighty-Five - Relaxaurus

Axaul - excited feeling through the entire body

Elaxa  - gluttonous

Laxa - blasé personality

Paripidan - term meaning "lord of parties"

Pekodon - unquenchable hunger; feeling starved

Pekopeko - onomatopoeia for hunger*

Eighty-Six - Broncherry

Bron-Bron - over affectionate

Bronche - arousal through scent

Broncherry - spring or youth

Bronmu - shove someone else

Cherbron - summer, youth that's reached the stage of maturity or adulthood

Loveladon - term of endearment

Raburabu - love-love*

Spladon - showing one love, can be sexual or not

Spring Cherry - "fragrance of first love"

Summer Cherry - "perfume of purity"

Eighty-Seven - Petallia

Blessing of the Flower Spirit - healing from a healer, doctor or nurse

De-Petaled - loss of ones virginity; first time with someone; forced intercourse

Florina - dancer or term of endearment for females

Petallia - rebirth

Petallia Blessing - becoming feminine, the idea being that someone made fun of for not being feminine when they are younger is suddenly blessed by more beauty than those who made fun of them when they grow older

Tallia - lady

Eighty-Eight - Reptyro

Epyro - cold blooded

Reptyro - magma-born, meaning someone born with a temper

Tyro - hard headed

Yro - sweat

Eighty-Nine - Kingpaca

Aapao - female Casanova

Alpao - male Casanova

Azure Fluff - highly fashionable

Azure Paca - difficult at expressing ones feelings

Eggpaca - mpreg

Kingly Slam - penetration, rough

Kingpaca - super strong

Paca Herd - harem; mutuality, never forced

Supreme Fluff - highly fashionable

Ninety - Mammorest

Chopped Mammo - loss of male privates

Ice Crusher - hen pecked, with the subject always male

Loss of Mammo Lift - dysfunction of ones "Mammo"

Mammo -  male private parts

Mammo Ear Loss - castration

Mammo Ears - male gonads

Mammo Fight - comparing ones private parts for bragging purposes

Mammo Impact - a wollaper of an injury; injury to the male privates

Mammo Trunk - the none "Mammo ear" part of the "Mammo"

Ninety-One - Wumpo

Heiti - cold hire

Umpo - bountiful

Wumpo - derogatory to females meaning hairy, but with males it means strong, though some females do like it

Ninety-Two - Warsect

Giga Horn - multiple intercourse partners

Guracres - passionate love making

Unyeilding Warsect - unyielding to a sexual act, refusing to consent

Warse - boyfriend of a mal

Warsect - sodomy

Ninety-Three - Fenglope

Fenglope - rare beauty, handsome

Lope - cloud watching; lazy activity similar to cloud watching

Templope - ear ache, often caused by change in pressure but at times caused by illness

Ninety-Four - Felbat

Felba - bloodsucker

Felbat - gloom-shrouded; to go missing and be presumed dead, particularly if kidnapping is suspected

Felman - (complete headcanon) - A random vigilante shows up in costume with nobody knowing who they are, or where they got the idea of Felman from. Considered a major annoyance, but not something any of the tower factions outright worry about, so long as nobody else decides to become a masked vigilante as well. As for where the idea came from, a child of the merchants overheard stories from the outside from an outsider and the story of Batman stuck with them.

Yamitobari - to pull back the curtain on someones presumed dark secret

Ninety-Five - Quivern

Ivern - pureness

Qui - cuddles

Quiborn - evergreen

Quivern - heavenly experience

Uive - smells like sunshine and/or meadows

Uive Flopie - way of saying a female smells good

Vern - smells like damp

Vern Flopie - way of saying a female smells bad

Ninety-Six - Blazamut

Aza - eternal love

Azamu - those who believe that the continent is upon a giant Blazamut

Azamut - transformation

Blaza - burn to the ground, as in the saying

Zamut - cursed; to curse something

Ninety-Seven - Helzephyr

Helze - horrible person

Zephyr - transformation

Ninety-Eight - Astegon

Astegon - abyss; ravage someone, often not sexually

Ninety-Nine - Menasting

Mena - hellish groans

Menasting - rebirth

Menasstuff - overeating

One-Hundred - Anubis

Anufo - forceful

Nubi - solar or lunar eclipses

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One-Hundred and One - Jormuntide

Jormun - emperor

Jormuntide - pet name meaning emperor like prefered by male

Ormun - falsely accuse someone

One-Hundred and Two - Suzaku

Suza - cold sweeat

Suzaku - ruler

Zaku - fever

One-Hundred and Three - Grizzbolt

Grizz - claw at

Grizzbolt - pet name

Rizzbo - sudden change in personality

One-Hundred and Four - Lyleen

Lilyqueen - religion focused on Lyleen created by Lily

Lunaqueen - term of endearment for females

Lyleen Ceremony - The island's name for their coming of age ceremony. Legend says Lyleen celebrates her orphans coming of age while her orphans celebrate being rid of her.

Personal Headcanon - I lean towards coming of age being sixteen, though it really depends on the story. Also, Lily is adamant that Lyleen's orphans aren't glad to be rid of their adoptive mother as Lyleen is simply too pure for that.

Lyleen Child - orphan

Lyleen Harvest - healer; corrupted because of Lily to mean someone who does something helpful in order for the other person to owe them; harem; female led harem comprised of females to impregnate to create the ultimate children

Lyleen Slap - elegant slap from a female for some form of disrespect

Lyleen's Punishment - harsh punishment

Tranquil Lyleen - submissive female; submissive male feminized

One-Hundred and Five - Faleris

Aleri - going overboard with something; over kill

Faleris - pleasing scent

One-Hundred and Six - Orserk

Kerserk - revenge by breaking the heart of the person who broke your heart

Oserk - pick at a wound, particularly an enemies

One-Hundred and Seven - Shadowbeak

Divine Disaster - something thought to be a bad

Modified Shadows - modified humans, typically against their will

Shadowbeak - insanity

Xenogrif - alien or foreign in nature

One-Hundred and Eight - Paladius

Aladi - free of negative feelings

Paladius - night in shining armor

Palai - holy

Palaspea - conquering the chaste

Palathru - remaining chaste

Saintaur - saintly

One-Hundred and Nine - Necromus

Bantaur - not saintly

Cromus - negative feelings

Ecro - darkness

Necromus - dark knight

Necrospa - threesome

One-Hundred and Ten - Frostallion

Frost Wing - condensation created by ones breath when it's cold

Frosta - legendary

Frostallion - eternal

One-Hundred and Eleven - Jetragon

Illuminated Comet - omen of good luck

Jetra - celestial

Jetragon - celestial destroyer

Jetxplode - explosion of excitement; arousal

Ragon - destroy

One-Hundred and Twelve - Bellanoir

Bella - whore

Bella Stare - female gaze

Bellairis - forcing a "flopie" onto a male

Bellanoir - twins; twilight whore

Bellanoir's Song - siren's song

Bellanoir Bloom - lifting ones skir, dance; lifting ones skirt, sexual

Bellanoir Nightmare - stalking, by females

Bellarouge - roguish beauty

Flame Bella - hot and/or sexy woman

Flame Waltz - dance style

Nightmare Bloom - unexpected pregnancy where one doesn’t remember having intercourse

Noir - twilight

Noir Stare - male gaze

One-Hundred and Thirteen - Selyne

Elyne - light during a dark time

Selyne - having a moon like quality

One-Hundred and Fourteen - Croajiro

Croajiro - suicide

One-Hundred and Fifteen - Lullu

Floral Boost - usee of "Lullu" on someone

Lullu - Lolita, for females the Japanese meaning and for males the English meaning; male gametes, having sex

Lullu Brain - someone who has sex on the brain

Lullu Mounds - slang for flat chested, or nearly flat chested

One-Hundred and Sixteen - Shroomer

Hroom - dangerous

Shroo - blind, blinded

Shroomer - high on ones own stuff

Swooshroo - rash

One-Hundred and Seventeen - Kikit

Kikit - children's game involving the Kikit; dumb, because everyone outside Free Pal Alliance feels they're dumb for apposing the child's game when everyone knows this helps the Kikit shed it's shell

One-Hundred and Eighteen - Sootseer

Sootseer - false prophesy

Tseer - someone who others believe would steal from their mothers grave

One-Hundred and Nineteen - Prixter

Prix - use of poison to have an effect other than death

Prixter - bad boy; also a pet name for males

One-Hundred and Twenty - Knocklem

Knocklem - dissembling someone, pal or human, using ancient tech so one can put them back together, a form of torture

Terraknight - protector

One-Hundred and Twenty-One - Yakumo

Akumo - loyalty

Yakumo Bird - someone with similar personality to oneself

One-Hundred and Twenty-Two - Dogen

Doge - eating to much

Dogen - state of enlightenment

Dogen Prayer - has a slim chance of happening

Gendo - finding home

One-Hundred and Twenty-Three - Dazemu

Dazemu - a type of dance

One-Hundred and Twenty-Four - Mimog

Mimog - mimic something

Mog - treasure

Mogmi - theif

One-Hundred and Twenty-Five - Xenovader

Ovander - interloper

Xenovader - meteor mania

One-Hundred and Twenty-Six - Xenogard

Ogard - bottomless pit for food

Xenogard - crater enthusiast

One-Hundred and Twenty-Seven - Xenolord

Olord - invader

Xenolord - ill omen

One-Hundred and Twenty-Eight - Nitemary

Ema - soul

Nite - merge

Nitemary - pet name for females

One-Hundred and Twenty-Nine - Starryon

Night Starr - type of dance

Starryon - vanity

One-Hundred and Thirty - Sivegis

Shield of Aegis - protector

Vegis - OCD, fallen out of favor for "O-Swee-D" as it's more "Cremi"

One-Hundred and Thirty-One - Smokie

Mokie - melts the heart

Smokie - little hero

One-Hundred and Thirty-Two - Celesdir

Celesdir - salvation

Celesi - purification

One-Hundred and Thirty-Three - Omascul

Mascu - masquerade type event

Omasul - having many faces; split personality disorder

One-Hundred and Thirty-Four - Splatterina

Splatter - to butcher

Splatterina - torture, particularly without butchering; uncontrolled passion

Terina - female's time of month

Yanderina - female stalker

One-Hundred and Thirty-Five - Tarantriss

Tarantriss - clingy person

Tarntriss Web - caught in someone's trap and unable to escape

One-Hundred and Thirty-Six - Azurmane

Azurmane - reduced to a lowly status; human pal

One-Hundred and Thirty-Seven - Bastigor

Bastigor - angered at small things

One-Hundred and Thirty-Eight - Prunelia

Lirune - prayer for an abundant harvest; hoping for an abundance of children

Prunelia - hand maiden

Unella - falling out of favor

One-Hundred and Thirty-Nine - Nyafia

Nyafia - shy

One-Hundred and Forty - Gildane

Gildane - highly prized

Chapter Text

0

“Who are our test subjects?” Violet asked, brushing a strand of black hair back into her long, white locks. Six humans lay on a gurney, completely naked. There were three females and three males.

“The former tower boss of the Rayne syndicate, three of her male grunts, and two female assistants of your genetic doner.”

“So, for this experiment, I need couples,” Violet said. “I need a traditional couple of male and female, then two females and two males. You’ll be having sexual relations with each other.” She watched as the two female assistants started crying while two of the males quickly volunteered to be a traditional couple. “Thank you for volunteering,” she said. “Since you two so quickly volunteered to be a traditional couple, I think you two are quite suited for each other and be known as subject C-5 and C-6 and forth.”

With a nod of her head, her assistants pushed those gurneys into while the one guy said, “But I’m not into…”

“Don’t think this is…”

The two female assistants volunteered the other for the traditional couple, trying to pretend to be the martyr.

“Well, well,” she said. “Since you both seem like such friends, it makes sense you’ll be perfect for each other.” She narrowed her eyes at the other two, “Leaving you two. The one who’d rather not touch females and the one who I can’t read. You’ll be fucking each other, but since you didn’t speak up, I’ll have you eat twice as much cake.”

“Cake?” Zoe whimpered. “Isn’t that what…”

“Is used for breeding Pal,” Violet didn’t look her in the eye. “We don’t quite understand how that process works because Pal can’t put it into words for us, right.” She took a deep breath. “Now, to determine who is C-3 and C-5 so we can begin testing Cake Theory.”

1

Subjects C-1 and C-3 reported feeling a warm sensation in their tummies as they ate the cake. In contrast, subject C-5 reported significant pain as it ate the cake in the area a womb should be, but when asked for more detail, it described the sensation of feeling like his organs were rearranging. They also remained oblivious to other factors, such as the way their bellies bloated out from eating cake, with A-1 ’s bloating out twice as much as the other two as it was forced to eat twice as much cake.

Subjects C-2, C-4, and C-6 felt a warm, pleasant sensation in their groin area. They also described C1, C-3, and C-5 as emitting a pleasing scent that aroused them, causing them to be unable to resist breeding with their partners. They also described being further stimulated by the sounds their partners made as they were bred, which my assistants described as being quite enraptured with Fauked their mate from group A.

Regret for the subjects didn ’t set in until twenty-four hours later, as if all the subjects were coming off of a high.

Subject C-1 didn ’t notice its bloated stomach until then and found itself unable to move, as the bloat persisted for most of the week. However, its Lullu mounds have blossomed into Swee mounds, which my assistants say any girl would be proud of. It reported various symptoms described within the ancient records as being symptoms of implantation, but we’ve confirmed pregnancy within Subject C-1. We’re waiting to see when C-1 becomes aware of the situation.

Subject C-2 refuses to look at C-1 and seems uninterested in C-1 without the effects of the cake, meaning the only reason C-2 gave in is that breeding is a primal instinct; it was ordered by the spheres to give in, just as their partner ate the cake because the sphere ordered it. In contrast, C-1 is unaware that C-2 mated with them.

Subject C-3 also experienced growth in the Swee Mound department, although not as significant as that of Subject C-1. It ’s in a good mood despite giving the cold shoulder to C-4, who is in a deep depression, with neither showing any interest in the other without the effect of cake and/or the sphere. C-3 is confirmed as pregnant despite both C-3 and C-4 having Flopie instead of Chikipi as well as not voicing any symptoms of implantation. C-4 is likely disgusted with having mated with C-3, while C-3 is unaware it occurred.

Subject C-5 is an interesting case, but the cramps it felt was its body growing a womb during intercourse, but pregnancy is confirmed in this test subject as well. They ’ve also noted symptoms of implantation, and pregnancy has been confirmed. C-5 simply remembers eating and enjoying cake, while C-6 avoids them. What C-5 is distressed over is the start of Swee Mound’s development. Note that the experiment should be repeated in reverse at week four to determine if the result is repeatable.

2

Subjects C-1 and C-3 haven ’t noticed they’ve missed their time of the month, yet it is unknown if their time of month coincides with this month. All of the pregnant subjects are reporting soreness of their Swee mounds, while the breeders are avoiding their partners. May need to instruct the partners to bond with their mates, as this is, according to ancient literature, crucial for proper infant development to have a strong parental bond.

4-0

Repeated experiment in reverse. Subjects C-2 and C-6 report the same symptoms as C-5 from the initial groups in week zero, as if their insides were rearranging. We now know that this is a rearrangement as the body develops a womb, allowing it to carry a child, a definite effect of the cake. Subject C-4 also just finished their period, so whether it tests positive next week will be seen. Group B also remained oblivious to being mated as they ate cake, their stomachs bloating as they did so.

Additionally, I had C-6 eat three cakes to observe the effect, and they became three times as bloated as the regular subjects.

As for Group A, the subjects described a similar sensation of a scent that made them want to Fuack their mates, but C-1 was able to elaborate more as they voiced frustration within their brain at attempting to impregnate someone meaning the scent is created by cake forcing the one eating it into a forced heat, letting those around them know they ’re fertile and waiting. I shall enjoy the video of its attempts at impregnating someone with Chikipi with Flopie later.

5-1

All subjects are impregnated. Subject C-6 remains slightly bloated from cake, but has formed nice Swee mounds already that are noticed by its mate and their mate is interested in that, but not what ’s down below. We’ve had to order C-6 to let let their mate fondle their Swee mounds as that prevents sanity drop in both. A set of assistents experimented on themselves, one to see if the heat can ignored by the “mate” while the other two both ate cake. The scent of cake can be resisted, so I’ve only two pregnant assistants to deal with.

…

Violet watched her subjects brought in on gurney again, all of them with evident egg belly and far enough along for something to show un the ancient tech that allowed one to look inside. “So? None of you had guessed? Well, C-2 has guessed in regards to C-1, but she’s remained obliviously ignorant.” She started with C-1, running the device over the egg belly that had formed. “Congradulations. You’re caring twins.”

“What?”

“You’re going to be a mother dear.”

“Is this from when I…” subject C-1 asked

“Oh, no dear,” Violet smiled. “This is from when you ate cake and C-2 Fuaked you. Speaking of C-2, bring it here.”

Her assistants, the very pregnant ones, rolled the gurney away, gigglign as they did so. C-2 whimpered. “Please, no. I’m male.”

“A very pregnant male,” she said, confirming it with her devices, but she did it one after another until coming to C-6, but the tears were exactly what her other genetic donator wanted, but his belly was more swollen than the rest. “Congraduations. You and C-5 are having triplets, along with a single babe growing in your mate’s egg belly, but for the sake of these human you’ll be bringing into this world, I’m going to assisst that the parents be affectionate towards each other as parents should be. Their health is important, far more than anything you could wnt.”

“What about what we need?” C-4 asked, being father along than its mate C-5.

“Need?” Violet laugh. “Well, as six expecting mothers of coure your needs are important. After all, for the babes to remain healthy, you six must remain healthy, but that makes taking care of your mate even more important, understand.”

She received nods, because even if they didn’t want to, this was their new lives.

But to purposefully add to their horror, “And what beautiful mothers you will all six be. I’ll of course be mixing it up the next time around, I think.”

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Tiny fingers wrapped around his index finger, bringing a smile to his face.

“I never expected you to be cake-obsessed the other tower holder said, watching Bjorn with his infant daughter.

“These tiny hands are the future of our world and why we need to be strong.”

That was one of the good days when Bjorn wasn’t getting irritated at the leader of the Rayne syndicate for not focusing on his duty, of getting distracted by the most mundane things.

On a bad day, he sent Rayne away, not thinking he couldn’t return to protect that small infant of his.

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“I must be overeating,” she muttered, loosening her belt slightly. She felt somewhat bloated around the middle. She’d been experiencing strange cravings for some reason.

The cravings stopping, though, didn ’t stop the weight gain, and the young men she approached to spread the message of love started turning her down.

“I don’t understand what’s going on,” she said, turning to the head of the Messengers of Love for Help.

They examined her belly, frowning, then, “Silly girl. You’ve got an egg belly , but this is the direct result of you spreading the Message of Love fervently as you do, dear. ”

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“Mama, why is she doing that?”

“Don’t look,” the woman said, trying to usher her child away. They eventually arrived home, and she thought the entire scene forgotten, but then—

“I saw a pretty lady licking someone’s boots,” the child said. “Why?”

Their father looked up from his crafting, frowning as he did so. “What?”

“I told her not to look.”

“It could have been worse, though,” their father said. “You know what those who collect Human Pal can be like.”

“What’s a Human Pal?” their child asked.

“You have to learn sometime, but that’s someone captured by Pal Sphere.”

Chapter Text

“What did Syouei do wrong?”

The question was simple, but the response from the woman Saya posed her question to wasn ’t. “Don’t speak of him.”

“Why?”

“We don’t speak of the dead,” another said.

“He’s not dead.”

“Might as well be. Walking death.”

“Don’t speak of Syouei like he’s some kind of curse!” Saya snapped.

“That’s not what she meant,” the first woman said, giving the other woman a look that indicated she’d overstepped. “But we shouldn’t talk of it.”

“But,” Saya paused. “Why is nobody answering my questions? He didn’t do anything wrong but should be here training. He always wanted to be a protector of Sakuraajima, but his name…”

“Are you speaking of an outsider?”

Saya turned, looking at her father. “He’s not, and you know that.”

The other women bowed their heads, muttering apologies.

She clenched her hands at her side. “So, what did he do to become one of the banished ones? And we just held…” She paused, frowning, her gaze fixed on the ground. “His Lyleen ceremony.”

Her father sighed. “Saya.”

It was too early, and everyone acted as if it were a funeral. Why? ” Saya said. “He’s not yet…”

“Walk with me, Saya.”

She stood there, glaring.

“You’re not in trouble,” he said. “But you’re old enough, I think, to be aware of his situation, the one he was born into.”

“What,” Saya frowned, then hurried after her father. “You speak like them as if he’s some kind of curse to us.”

“No,” his father said. “But to say there is a curse involved? That wouldn’t be inaccurate, I think.”

“But…”

“It was a funeral,” her father said. “But chances are he wouldn’t live to be a protector of Sakurajima.”

“Of course not,” Saya said. “Throwing out someone before their coming of age like this.”

“No. You don’t…” Her father sighed. “Saya. Syouei will be lucky to reach the age at which we would usually hold his Lyleen ceremony. But because of the curse he was born with, he was given the option of seeing the outside world before that time came. Please respect his decision, even if it hurts.”

“But,” Saya frowned. “His name. He was given that name with the expectation that he would be a protector of Sakurajima.

“Given he picked a similar name,” her father said, “I’d like to think he’ll find something he’ll want to protect in what time he has. But the hopes and dreams Sakurajima had for him had already died and must be taken on by someone else. Do you understand?”

“No. That…”

“You need to know, as you may encounter a child with lunar sickness, that the task may not be to your liking.”

She ’d always wonder why her father would take to drinking sake at night, only to later on understand herself.

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“Hey? Why do all of the merchants look like each other? Are they clones?”

It was an offhand comment to one of the islanders at the settlement, asked because two merchants were there in town, a wandering merchant in a red coat and a Pal merchant in a blue jacket. The person stared at them as if they ’d grown a second head. “You must be an outsider.”

“You can tell?”

“Everyone on the island knows the merchant folk come from their village and are all from the same family line.”

“Where is this village?”

“Who knows?”

“Then they’re clones, right?”

Chapter Text

Victor frowned, looking at his assistant. “You’re not Alex. ”

“I’m aware,” that assistant said.

“But you’re doing his job.”

That assistant sighed. “I’m aware of that as well.”

Victor stared for a bit, then said, “Because?”

“Because he disappeared.”

Victor looked around, as if to find Alex. “Wait. When? Why?”

“Nobody is sure, Dr. Ashford, when and why, though it must be rather recent.”

Victor turned to Shadowbeak, the recently created new Pal type and reached up to rub it ’s face. “But he wouldn’t, wouldn’t he? It doesn't make sense.”

“Don’t know what to tell you, sir.”

“Okay, not-Alex.”

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Lily ground her teeth. “Ashford. He honestly…”

She didn ’t finish what she wanted to say, as everyone in her group knew experimenting on Pals was one of the ultimate blasphemy against the god that ruled over their world.

But then—

“We found some ancient tech.”

Lily let out a sigh. “Let’s see whether it’s of actual use or whether it better serves the world destroyed.” She followed her man, gazing over the recently opened ruins to inspect the chamber, her fingers tracing the control and examining the design. “Cloning? Of humans?’

“Or Pals,” one of her—

“Not Pals!” Lily snapped. It must be this clone theory that I’ve heard postulated about. I need two genetic sets.

Getting Victor ’s genetic, she passed off her usual venom towards him and walked over to pull his hair, which she assumed resulted in a look of annoyance from the self-proclaimed scientist, though she couldn’t tell with the glasses he wore over his eyes.

“As for the second,” she said. “Myself.” She pushed buttons. “And it must be female-bodied as that was easier to deal with.”

And the end product, the clone that would experiment on humans as the one it was a clone of did to Pals—

“Absolutely beautiful,” Lily laughed, thinking it the most beautiful combination of her and one’s traits to be the perfect being for unleashing hell upon humans. "Such a beautiful Violet."

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“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Zoe sighed, looking at the electric kitchen. “Cooking isn’t really my thing, Grizzbolt. They usually do it for me.”

Yet, she ’d taken an interest in making the Lamball puffs , round balls filled with creme because she ’d taken an interest in someone. And when asked what someone did when that happened, the explanation came that one makes something for them, but nobody discouraged her from doing so.

“Why, I don’t know,” Zoe thought, finishing up the treat and turning around. When she turned back. “Hey! Those aren’t for you!”

Some of her grunts ran away.

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Frowning, she pinched at her non-existent Lamball rolls as she looked in the mirror. Her roommate let out a sniff “Dr. Ashford won’t like those Lamball rolls.”

She swallowed and followed her roommate out the door, her anxiety growing. And when Victor looked her way, she ’d pinch her side, mouth pressed together.

Eventually, he frowned, his attention turning away from rubbing Shadowbeaks chin. He pointed at her. “Why do you keep doing that?”

She let out a sound like a Lamball while her roommate says, “She’s worried what you’ll think of your Lamball rolls.”

“You’ve made food?” Victor asked, confused.

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“Why are they doing that?”

Zoe ’s handler looked in the direction she was looking, frowning. “They’re playing a game.”

“A game?” She sighed deeply, watching the children roll down the hill as if they were Lamball.

“Roll Like a Lamball is a game where the children roll down the hill, but at least they’re not trying to roll each other down the hill.” Her handler continued along and then paused. “Come. We must be going. Such things are beneath you.”

Zoe let out a sigh. “ Just another reminder, I didn ’t have a normal childhood growing up, right ? ” It frustrated her.

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“You look like a Wet Lamball,” Alex sighed. “What have you been doing to get wet like that?”

“It’s raining.”

“I’d say, ‘I see that,’ except I know it’s not raining outside, so better question is where have you been.”

“Where it’s raining.”

“Doing what?”

“Finding Pals for my experiments.”

“Please tell me you’ve not been out capturing Pals for your experiments since I last saw you, and thus have been out in the rain this whole time.”

“Yes.” Then came a pause. “Wait. You were asking…”

“I’ll take that as you’ve not been taking care of yourself yet again.”

Chapter Text

“Oh my! What a sweet Cattiva helper you are Ellian!”

The child beamed up at the one paying him a compliment.

“Now, if only,” the woman began to say, but then looked over at the child with red eyes. “Never mind.”

The child in question ’s mouth opened, then closed, red eyes looking at the ground. “ Because they know it ’s impossible. ”

“Vixian’s a sweet Cattiva helper too!

The child with red eyes looked up while the woman looked at him—

“Right?”

Blue eyes looked right at red ones. The woman looked at him as well. “Oh, well. That’s a bit,” there came a pause. “Too Cremi for, uh…”

“And they’d rather not say my name or that I’m…”

“…your shadow.”

“Then Vixian can be a Cattiva shadow,” Ellian said, being a typical Cattiva helper, always as Cremi as the adults wanted, while his shadow couldn’t manage any bit of Cremi.

The shadow looked at the ground. “ Red eyes instead of blue. ” Fingers reached up to grab a lock of hair, unsure of its color. And black locks taint the white. Ellian ’s shadow. ”

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“Vixian! Get back here!”

A woman from the village ’s blue eyes blinked. “Is that child running around with his Chikipi hanging out? ”

“Dear,” another woman said, annoyingly brushing her white hair away. “Simply say he’s running around naked rather than being so vulgar.”

“What an evil child,” the other sniffed. “Why did he have to be born with his hair and eyes tainted? It feels like he’s mocking our blessing, existing like that.”

“You speak as if those black streaks can simply be washed out.”

“Can’t they?”

“I think that’s why he’s running like that. Rumor says someone tried that.”

Chapter Text

The girls he came across at the settlement gasped, placing hands over their mouths.

He struck a pose, making his Incineram do the same. “I know. He’s quite the Pal, isn’t he?”

But then the girls hurried off, giving him looks of disgust.

He straightened his posture, rubbing the back of his head. “Hey? What happened?”

“Mister,” one of the males living in the settlement muttered, keeping his voice low. “You’ve got a Chikipi nose problem.”

He looked at his Incineram. “But Pals don’t wear clothes.”

“I’m referring to the one involving clothes,” the man said.

He looked down. “Great.”

Chapter Text

“That child,” someone muttered, “Is Plicki from hurting other children.”

The child in question and the child with him stared, and then the child with him said, “I’m Plicki from being nice to other children.”

The women gasped, with one of them saying, “Vixian! Did you teach Ellian that!”

“No. You did.” And then, “What does Plicki even mean?”

“It means happy?” Ellian offered up. “But Vixian is also Plicki from being nice to other children, right?”

The looks of horror on the women ’s faces—

“Okay,” the first child said. “Let’s tell papa. And ask older brothers if they are, too!”

And then he turned, Ellian hot on his heels while the women looked on in horror.

“Do you think that horror figured out what Plicki means?”

“I think,” said the oldest woman, “He’s figured out that it’s a naughty word that will get him a reaction.”

“What a horrible child.”

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“That child is evil born in a Lifmunk skin. Stay away from him.”

—the words—

His child self didn’t understand. “ Aren’t I just another child? ”

As he got older, he came to understand himself as different. What should have been white hair was tainted with black streaks. Something tainted what should have been blue eyes of purity to be the color of blood instead.

And his height?

Everyone in the village looked the same and stood the same height except him, who would grow much taller.

His taint resulted from an experiment that created a hybrid of the two factions.

Chapter Text

“Fuck!” the outsider said, holding his hand, having hit it with one of his tools.

“You mean Fuack,” the islander who liked to come visit said, sitting in a chair not minding their own business.

The outsider glared. “No. I mean Fuck.”

“Uh-huh,” the islander said. “You mean Fuack. It’s how we say it on the island, and it lets you get away with saying what you just said.

The outsider continued glaring. Well, thank you for the information, I suppose.”

“You’re welcome,” the islander said. “Free Pal Alliance hates it.”

“I can’t imagine why they would,” he responded sarcastically.

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The first time he saw a merchant after Alex found him —

He hid.

He hid like he hid when Alex found him, hunkering down, keeping his mouth shut, keeping his blood-red eyes closed, hoping they didn ’t see him, didn’t take him back to be purified.

He didn ’t want to go back, and—

There was a rather unpleasant feeling and a nasty smell that resulted from the fear he ’d felt, the relived trauma his child’s brain struggled to process.

“Victor?”

He kept his eyes closed.

“You can breathe. I don’t think they saw you.”

He kept perfectly still.

“But in case they did, maybe we shouldn’t stick around?”

And then Alex tugged him out, holding him, despite—

“Ah. Don’t worry about the Fuack Wave. As soon as it’s safe, I’ll find a place for you to wash up, and I can wash your clothes. But I’ll find somewhere safe, okay?” And then, “I don’t have to know what happened, but I’ll do everything to keep you safe. My name means that’s my job, see. Okay?”

Victor responded by gripping the older boy ’s clothes, allowing himself to be carried away from the place, the fear still there.

Alex would teach him not to be afraid, though he did what he could to avoid them .

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“Well, Vixian was always a problem child, wasn’t he?”

Victor’s jaw tensed, glaring at the person, not wanting to draw attention to himself hooded as he was so as to not draw attention to himself as he watched one of his assistants. “ And you ’re talking as if I’m not even here, as usual. ”

“So it’s no surprise to find out what he’s done.”

“And this is why I hate merchants,” Victor thought. “And leaving my tower.”

“Vixian? No. His name is most definitely Victor. A name like Vixian is too sweet for him.”

“I agree that name didn’t fit him.”

Chapter Text

“I imagine he’s got a nice Teafant.”

She choked on her food, her face turning red as she beat her chest to swallow correctly. The blush remained as she turned to look at her roommate, whom she knew also liked Dr. Ashford. “Don’t say that!”

“But you’re imagining it too, wanting to see it too,” her roommate said.

“You don’t have to be so Vulgar,” she said.

“Most certainly,” a male voice said. They turned around to see Not-Alex glaring at him. “Explaining such things to Dr. Ashford is such a hassle. Sometimes, I think that’s why Alex left us.”

Chapter Text

The morning started with checking on the Lamball pen, where the sheep bleated in excitement at being fed while she collected their wool to use in crafting new clothing. She then headed inside to check on her youngest child.

As she nudged the child awake, she heard a sniffle and half-lidded eyes blinking at her. “Good morning.”

“Wanna play,” they said.

She felt their forehead, musing as she did so. “You’ve a Teafant nose today, so you must stay inside in bed instead of going out a playing.”

There came another sniffle from the child, exasperated by their Teafant nose.

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“Cremi!”

Victor cringed, his mouth twisted into a frown.

“Don’t mind. It’s just the new assistant,” not-Alex said.

“He is!”

“And that’s the other one.”

Victor sighed. “What Pal are they fawning over?” He turned around. “ Can ’t have that as getting attached… ” He stared at the two female assistants, then said as he gave them a look of confusion. “There is no Pal.”

Yet, they were certainly fawning over something , as they had those looks individuals got whenever they thought something Cremi. “I think they mean you.”

“I’m not Cremi.”

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“He’s quite the Cremi find for you, isn’t he?”

Alex stiffened, then looked Saya in the eye. “Don’t.” He took a deep breath, having caught the tone of her voice. “ Don ’t go there. ”

“You know even if he finds a cure, you can’t return?”

His fists clenched. Then, firmly, he said. “You’re right. He was a Cremi find. ” Victor wasn’t there to hear him, so he could tell her and be blunt as well. “I haven’t told him, though,” he continued, “so don’t expect a cure, Saya.” I won’t do that to him.

“That’s even worse,” she said. “Not telling the truth, but I think I should know that all too well.”

“Our lives diverged years ago,” Alex said. “And they’re still diverged.

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“Should Zoe or Victor rank as number one?” the Messenger of Love said.

The merchant sighed. “What are we even talking about? Because if we’re talking power…”

“No, no!” The Messender of Love waved her hand. “I’m talking about their Cremi value and how they rank.”

“Victor should be at the very bottom,” the merchant muttered.

“Isn’t that because you’re related to him somehow? I think he’s quite Cremi.”

“Fine. Whose third then?”

“Bjorn?”

“Bjorn?” The merchant frowned. “Now this list must be a joke, right?”

“I’m including Pyrin Cremi n there, which gives him a boost over the others, but because it’s not straight Cremi he doesn’t get top spot,” she said.

“That makes far more sense than Victor to me.”

“Well, then Axel, Marcus, Saya and Lily”

“Hold on. How come the other two female bosses rank the lowest. You’d think they’d have the biggest Crremi value, right?”

“Saya has a different kind of attactiveness than Cremi, I think, so it’s not an insult to place her low,” the Messenger of Love said. “And Lily? She’s not cute at all. I mean, her obssession with her Lyleen is creepy, and then she hates us humans despite being human herself.”

“Yeah. Lily isn’t cute. All us merchants think that,” the merchant said, then, “I think even Victor doesn’t think she’s Cremi.”

“Well, I can’t imagine her being fond of him given he’s broken one of her major rules of not experimenting on Pals, right?”

“I imagine that as well.”

“As for the guys, Axel has more Pyrin Cremi than Marcus.”

“The Leader of the PIDF wouldn’t like to hear that.”

“Well, he’s not going to, but there’s nothing cute about the rumors going around that he’s the one selling the drugs that he’s arresting people for taking.”

“Yeah, but why does Victor rank above them, if their Pyrin Cremi is a factor.”

“Well, if we were ranking Pyrin Cremi, it would be Bjorn, Axel, Lily, Marcus, Zoe, Saya and then Victor. He may have Cremi, but he’s got absolutely no Pyrin Cremi, you know.”

“No, because he’s not Cremi. You didn’t have to grow up with him. He’s,” the merchant sigh. “Well, let’s just say it’s not surprisign how he turned out.”

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“Look,” Victor sighed. “I’m busy.”

—again, he heard someone speak, someone who sounded female, yet he waved them away, focused as he was on work.

Yet, they were annoying, so he turned to tell them he was busy working and needed them—

A fist made contact with his chin, knocking him off the stool and onto the floor, where he landed on his bottom. His glasses flew off his face as he stared up at Zoe Rayne, one of the other tower bosses.

“Uh,” he said, looking up at her. “Cremipow.”

She stood there, fists on hips, a basket hanging on one of her arms, glaring at him, but then, her eyes blank. “Wait? You think I’m cute?”

He stared, then said, “I’d say you’re the very definition of Cremi.”

This resulted in—

Victor winced, confusion setting in. “Why? Why are you making that sound?”

“Because you think I’m cute,” she said, then set the basket on his worktable. “I have something for you!”

“Uh,” Victor said, then got up, peeking in the basket to see food. “Why?”

“What do you mean why?” Zoe let out a sigh. “How dense are you?”

“Very,” Not-Alex said from where he stood.

“Could you tell your assistent he doesn’t have to intervene,” Zoe pouted.

“Uh,” Victor looked at Not-Alex. “You let her in?”

“She had food for you, and your notorious for forgetting to eat Dr. Ashford.

“That’s why?” Victor asked, then, “Wait. You’re looking at me funny. Why…” He lifted his hand up, touching his chin where Zoe punched him, then, lifted his hand to, “Oh.” His face started flushing, realizing both could see your eyes. “You saw.” He swallowed. “You saw my…”

“They’re Cremi,” Zoe said.

“Wait. What?” Victor choked out, the flush in his face growing as he backed up slightly. He looked over at Not-Alex, hoping for something, even if it was Not-Alex looking at him like a demon, but—

Not-Alex shrugged his shoulders, acting disinterested.

He turned back and started, finding Zoe attempting to stand on her feet so she could move her face closer to his. “They really are, but more than that.”

“They’re not!” he protested, swallowing, before—

It was that moment he quickly backed away, having Shadowbeak come out so he could hide behind the Pal. He pressed a forehead into Shadowbeaks feathery side, breathing deeply.

“Hey. What did I…”

“I’d say you Cremipowed him again, Ms. Zoe,” Not-Alex laughed.

“What?” Zoe asked. “That? It’s not exactly the reaction I wanted.”

“I think it’s a step in the right direction,” Not-Alex said. “Dr. Ashford, he can be quite dense about certain things, so what you want will take time.”

“I am here,” Victor muttered. “And what do you want?”

“Hmm,” Zoe said. “I might answer the next time I visit,” she said. “Enjou the food. Oh, and be honest if it sucks.”

“Don’t. Don’t be honest if it sucks, Dr. Ashford.”

“Now I’m really confused.”

“Being honest might get you Cremipowed again.”

Victor sighed.

Chapter Text

“Victor seems in a bit of mood today,” Bjorn said.

Not-Alex glanced over his shoulder where Victor sulked. “It’s not that you called a meeting where we’re the only ones who showed this time.”

“No?”

“Some assistants keep insisting on calling him Cremi.”

“I’m not Cremi,” Victor said, turning his head to reveal he was scowling.

“There’s nothing wrong with being Cremi,” Bjorn said, flexing a muscle.

Victor frowned. Not-Alex said. “You may have to translate.”

“There is Cremi, and then there is Pyrin Cremi, but us males are known to exude the latter.”

“I’m literally not cute. Even that.”

Chapter Text

“Illa?”

—the voice—

“Sweet Illa,” the voice called out, remaining calm, a warm, masculine voice that kept its tone lower than usual. “Come on out, little Illa. It’s okay.”

They didn ’t move, the sound of another voice proving they were in the right. “Why bother? That child’s broken, emotionless, a mere shadow to…”

“Don’t say that,” the father said. “He’s not broken.”

“But I am,” the child thought, and—

—the voice—

Victor sat up, frowning, and pressed the palm of his hand against one of his eyes in frustration.

“Something wrong?”

Victor turned his head to look at Alex. “No. Nothing.”

“Go back to sleep, Illa,” Alex said. “Your experiments can wait until you’re well, and you know that.”

“You’re hovering to keep me in bed?”

“Of course, Illa,” Alex said.

Victor felt the corner of his mouth twitch. “ Of course. He ’d never have called me that. I was a mere shadow to him, to that other person. Broken, but I’d have thought I’d have forgotten the sound of his voice by now. ”

Chapter Text

“Killmari head!”

“Hey.”

“Go away Killamari head!” Then came the sniff, tears threatening to fall from the child’s eyes as he continued kicking out at the wall.

“Well, I get calling me that, but Ellian?”

“Go away Killamari head Zori!” The child sat on his heels, sniffing as he hugged himself.

The older child followed suit. “I think you’ll regret calling him that, though, later on.”

“Killamari head Elli!” the child continued, sniffing.

Years later—

Victor clicked his tongue, watching from a distance that person, the one he was a shadow of. “Yeah. Don’t regret it.” He let out a sigh and turned to Alex. “Hey? Can we get going?”

“Huh?” Alex looked up, watching Victor point his thumb at a merchant. “Uh, sure. I get it. I’m not a Killamari head.”

Chapter Text

A pair of blood-red demon eyes watched from the shadows, unnoticed by the two women with white hair and blue eyes, who sat on the porch. One of the women held a small child in her lap, while the other gently combed the child’s locks of white hair to make them less tangled.

“What a sweet Mau crush you are,” the woman holding the child said.

“Yes. Such a shame that demon took your mother from you,” the other said. “My dear sister.”

The child sat there, then looked up. “Mama?”

“Oh, my sweet Mau crush,” his aunt said, hugging him. “I’m not your mother, poor thing.”

The child looked down, then—

A smile broke across his face, and then he slipped from the woman ’s arms, hurrying over in excitement towards the blood-red demon eyes watching from the shadow, the blue ones looking right at—

“Mau crush!”

The demon tried moving away.

“My Mau crush!” And then—

“Stupid Killamari head! Let go!”

“Ellian Mau crush, Ellian’s Mau crush!”

“Not what that means,” the demon said, trying to get loose from the hug. “Killamari head Elli!”

“Ellian!” the woman who had been holding onto him called out while the other hurried over, pulling him away.

“Don’t touch him!” his aunt hissed. “That demon.”

The demon backed away, having been released from the hug, its eyes on the ground.

“Stay away from that demon, lest he takes you from us like that demon took your mother!”

The demon ran as the child cried out, reaching for the demon. “Mau crush!”

Chapter Text

Not-Alex glared at that person, then sighed. “I know you’re a Direhowl in Lamball clothing.”

“Excuse me?” the newest assistant that Not-Alex intended not to work very long asked.

“I said that you’re a Direhowl in Lamball clothing,” Not-Alex repeated.

“Dr. Ashford seems quite fine with my presence, unlike you.”

“Dr. Ashford is clueless when it comes to human interactions, so of course, he’s not going to notice a Direwolf trying to infiltrate us with ill intentions. What they are, I’m not sure yet, but I won’t let you harm Dr. Ashford.”

“I don’t see why you’d care.”

“Alex cared.”

Chapter Text

Her heart went Toco-Toco unexpectedly, as if it would explode. She turned to Bjorn, who’d called one of his meetings between tower bosses, at least those willing to show. “Who is that? The one with the white hair?”

“That’s Victor Ashford,” Lily said in disgust for some reason Zoe couldn’t quite fathom before muttering she didn’t think he should be a tower boss.

“He brought someone with him,” Zoe asked.

“Alex? He’s Ashford’s Human Pal,” Lily continued looking at the two in disgust.

“He’s not,” Bjorn said.

“Practically is,” Lily replied.

“He translates Victor vernacular for everyone else,” Bjorn sighed.

Chapter Text

Waking up, something felt off. Sitting up, his blue eyes blinked, taking in the place he didn’t recognize.

And then it hit what felt off.

Quickly, he undid his belt to look down there, confirming his worst fears — there was Flopie between his legs instead of what should be there. He let out a gasp, the panic setting in.

The door of the room opened. “ I see you’re awake.”

“Why?” His voice cracked, looking at the man.

“Because while I’m in love with your pretty face,” he said, “I’m not in love with what’s down there? Got it?

“Yes, master.”

Chapter Text

“I need to get myself some sweet Flopie,” one of the grunts sighed.

“Why would you want Flopie as a Pal? You’re a guy.”

His fellow grunt elbowed him in the shoulder, shaking his head at the mistake. He felt his mouth twitch as he came up with a lie. “Oh. No reason. Just thought the girls would love it.”

“That makes sense,” Zoe said, oblivious to what he’d said when he said he wanted sweet Flopie.

“You’re so lucky none of her handlers heard you say that,” the other grunt said.

“What did you say?”

He was dead meat.

Chapter Text

“I’d love to see her sweet Flopie,” the grunt said, reaching up to wipe some drool away from his mouth.

“Are you crazy?” his fellow grunt. “Do you know what happened to the guy who said something vulgar in front of Ms. Rayne?”

“She had Grizzbolt zap them?” the grunt continued to drool.

“Her handlers had him killed,” the other grunt said, “But you’re talking about something vulgar involving Ms. Rayne. Do you have a death wish?”

“Yeah…” the grunt said, sighing. “I think I do.”

“Yeah. Yet another syndicate member I won’t be seeing tomorrow,” his fellow grunt said.

Chapter Text

“Nice Mozza!” he said, holding up his thumb and grinning ear to ear like an idiot.

The woman he attempted to compliment by saying that slapped him in the face, leaving a red mark, before storming away, her chin in the air.

“What?” He sighed. “I thought that’s much politer than using the T-word, right?”

A person sighed. “Politer? Maybe. Poiiter doesn’t mean nicer, but do you understand someone can tell you nice Mozza as well?”

“I’m not a girl,” they complained.

“See. You assumed that it’s simply a polite way of saying the T-word, not realizing the term’s unisex.”

Chapter Text

Lily sighed. “Why me?”

She sat on her throne, watching the comings and goings of her flock, her mind on the tower boss meeting, then she stood, sweeping away so her followers didn ’t see the way she worried look. She let out a sigh, Lyleen following her.

“Why me?” she asked again, turning to her Pal partner. “It’s irritating that such a handsome face yet he’s all together the opposite of what I value.” She tilted on the hand, “But on the other hand, the new girl shows off so much skin and vibes innocent flower waiting to be plucked.”

Her Pal responded, as if asking for more details.

“Well, I could capture his heart by capturing him, rather ironic given what humans do to you poor Pal, and I can put him in his place.” She sighed, placing her hands beside her face. “But capturing such an innocence as that sweet new flower bud?”

Lyleen tilted her head in confusion.

“You’re right,” Lily said. “Why can’t I have both? It’s the advantage I guess of being that type of Bristla, right?”

Chapter Text

With a doctor knowledgeable in human health matters added to the team, Alex felt a sense of relief thinking there existed one less thing for him to worry about, and yet—

At the end of the day, he should have known Victor Ashford would find some way to complicate matters, as his charge always did find some way of managing to do so, but as one of the other assistants said, “ One moment, it ’s amazing how smart he is, and then the next moment you remember how young he is. ”

“Yes. The things that come out of his mouth,” another said.

It wasn ’t, at the end of the day, Alex or Victor who decided to start calling him Dr. Ashford. Still, the research assistants who joined them included the person who had come most recently, who was a doctor, someone trained in all matters of medicine. However, they made it clear that their interest lay in advancing the medical side of things, particularly in gaining access to the ancient database they’d discovered, which contained medical knowledge and devices.

“This rule about not experimenting on humans?” she’d asked.

“We experiment on Pals here. That’s it,” Victor said.

“And what if we’re talking something that might save a life that might not otherwise be saved, Dr. Ashford.”

“Experimental medicine, if the need were to arise, to save the life of an individual who would not otherwise be saved without it. Because I can’t do anything if there’s a chance of saving someone.

“I think,” Victor said slowly, making Alex wonder if he’d reject the doctor who’d insisted on speaking with him, making her the one team member Victor helped vet, but then, “…that is your preview and outside of our expertise, so it would be best if I were to differ to you on that. Right?”

“Can I speak to you?”

Alex paused in his tracks, staring at her, then, somewhat informally, saying, “Please tell me, Dr. Ashford hasn’t given you trouble. He can be a bit…” This time, his speech paused, and then he cleared his voice. “I did tell him to comply with whatever physical checkups you wished him to do, not to hide anything, but to see you for when he…” He then paused, sighing. “When does he ever realize he’s unwell, that…”

“Ricaty,” she said.

“What?” He looked at her in confusion.

“A bad case of it,” she said.

“It’s going around?” Alex said, his eyes closing as his teeth ground together. “I should warn…”

“A bit late, I think,” she said. “To warn Dr. Ashford, I think.”

Alex stared.

“He’s the patient.”

Alex felt the color drain from his face. “And he didn’t, uh…” His eyes closed. “He’s the singular patient?”

“Oh, I’ve had other patients who’ve come to me not feeling well,” she said. “Ones who had the sense to realize they’d come down with something, that their vomiting wasn’t just a symptom of overworking that they’d brush aside until someone gets mad at them for doing what felt right to them.”

“Sorry, so sorry,” Alex said. “I should have forewarned you about Dr. Ashford’s eccentric behavior in that regard. “At least he had the sense to come to you when the Ricaty started up.”

She cleared her throat.

“Please tell me he did.”

“A Cattiva came to me crying,” she said. “Led me to his private quarters and, well…” She let out a sigh, then motioned for him to follow. “He was absolutely delirious with fever, mortified I’d even entered his private quarters.”

“I told him,” Alex paused, then said, “I told him you’re in charge of that.”

“I think he was more upset that…” She paused, frowning, then she turned, glaring at him. “As I was getting him cleaned up because he couldn’t well do it himself…” She paused, catching sight of some of the administration passing by. She quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him along towards Victor’s quarters.

“Hey. Just spit it out.”

“I don’t think you want me repeating what he said in front of the other assistants,” she said.

A couple of the female assistants passed by them, but the looks on their faces screamed they ’d gotten the wrong idea, laughing and suspecting Pyrin between him and the doctor. “ I don ’t have time for relations, not with… ”

“I think everyone is used to his, well, odd vernacular.”

“I’m aware of, have heard from others regarding that, but this…” She quieted as they continued to Victor’s quarters, quickly pulling him in and then letting go of his arm.

Alex frowned, seeing Victor on the bed, a wet cloth on his forehead. “Hey?”

“Pyrin spark.”

Alex ’s eyes blinked. “What?”

“You told me. Tell you if anyone…”

Alex sighed, turning to her. “Sorry.”

She shook her head. His fever is making him delirious, but I ’m far more concerned with…”

“Odd. It was like when,” Victor muttered. He sighed. “I didn’t say.”

“Victor,” Alex said, letting out a sigh. “What are you thinking?”

“Back when you told me, I didn’t say.”

Alex felt the color drain from his face. “What do you…”

“Because you’d be mad, right?”

“At you?” Alex sighed. “No.”

“But it’s you,” Victor said.

“I won’t be mad,” Alex said. “I mean…”

“Dr. Ashford?” the doctor cleared her throat. “Perhaps tell Alex what you told me to clear things up?”

“Fine,” he said, reaching for the cloth over his eyes, sounding irritated. “Why’d you bring her?”

“She brought me,” Alex said.

“Told me to tell you,” Victor said. “And all I said, no, noted, was that she was Pyrin sparking me like you did. Right?”

Alex stood there, staring, remaining silent. Then, “Wait? What?”

“When I was little. Really little.”

“And that is what I’m concerned about,” she said.

And then Alex looked at her and saw the anger. “There’s been…” He let out a deep breath. “Uh…”

“How long exactly have you known Dr. Ashford?” she said firmly.

“None of your business,” Victor said. “And I’d rather Alex takes care of me when I get Ricaty. He’s my parent, not you.”

“Uh,” Alex said, looking at Victor. “Your fever must be nasty, Illa, to be calling me that.”

“Wait.” The doctor closed her eyes and pinched her nose. “He was referring to the last time he had Ricaty.”

“And bath time,” Victor muttered. “Bath time isn’t Celesi, but Alex taught me to do it on my own. I’m good. So don’t accuse him of, uh, Lovander rush, I guess?”

Alex ’s eyes closed, sighing.

“You called it Pyrin spark,” the doctor said.

“Touch below the waist, right?”

“I didn’t mean,” Alex took a deep breath. “I meant sexual, not when someone is taking care of you when you can’t take care of yourself, Illa.”

“And this is why they should just stick to Pyrin flames and…”

“Victor,” Alex said, feeling the color drain from his face.

And leave the other stuff for non-Pyrin-related matters. Pyrin is disgusting. ” Victor said. “Are you sure I can ’t ban it?”

“Is he serious?”

“Certain things,” Alex said. “I told you that you can’t, that relationships help relieve your assistant’s stress, but that maybe one day…”

“Nope. Not happening. Mating should be left to the Pals.”

“So, he is serious.”

“So, so sorry,” Alex said.

“No business creating children in this environment.”

“I admit, I’d rather not have to deal with the consequences of Pyrin flames myself, but the consequences are the consequences they have to deal with, not us. Well, beyond the fact, I’ve got to deal with the health of the child as well as the parents, but it’s still their choice, Dr. Ashford.”

“At least,” he muttered. “None of them are experimenting on them.”

“What…” She paused. “Is this about?” She turned to Alex. “Is he referring to himself?”

“You saw,” Victor said. “And shouldn’t have.”

“What did I say about not hiding things and letting her do her physical examinations.”

“If you could be there, I’d appreciate it,” she said. “He’s rather childish for someone who had their Lyleen ceremony, isn’t he?”

Victor laughed. “Even if I was of age to have one, it’s not happening.”

“Wait…” She stared.

“He’s tall for his age,” Alex said. “I made that mistake once as well.” He then frowned. “But I thought you knew, given…”

“Oh.” She closed her eyes. “The way he spoke, it sounded as if it occurred when he was young, so…”

“Can you go away?” Victor said. “You saw…”

“What did I say?” Alex said.

“So what?”

“She’ll do it any…”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” she said. “Other than being a Killimari brain when it comes to taking care of yourself.”

Alex watched Victor stiffen.

“Not your eyes, your height, but I guess even your hair falls into this list of things you dislike about yourself, Dr. Ashford.”

“You wouldn’t understand.”

“And you want me to take the word of someone who has not yet reached the age of his Lyleen ceremony that you were experimented on as a child?”

“Fire her,” Victor muttered.

“Hey,” Alex said.

“And you?” the doctor said. “You took his word for it? Are you also a Killimari brain?”

“That…” Alex turned, looking at her.

Victor groaned, sitting up, the cloth falling, sheets falling away to reveal the lack of clothes from the waist up. “You don’t know me or my past. You don’t know what they did, what I…”

“It shouldn’t matter,” she said. “Don’t let them define you.” She glared at him. “But to me, what matters is that you’re otherwise healthy despite whatever was done.” Outside is an absolute Killmari brain regarding your own health, Dr. Ashford.”

“She’s right.”

Victor glared at him.

“And I’m not firing her just because you’re pissed,” Alex said. He watched Victor flop back, groaning, covering his eyes.

“Why?”

“Because. I’m apparently just as much of a Killamari brain as you.”

Chapter Text

“Naughty, naughty.”

Brant ’s eyes opened, confusion setting in as he looked up at a man and woman. He’d awoken on a table, knowing the voice of the man as “Master,” even though he registered that he didn’t know the man at all. “Was I a bad boy?”

“Most certainly,” the woman said, her voice not resonating with him the same way his master’s did, but as he lay there, watching the woman look down at him in disgust, he found himself unable to move, to sit up to get a better idea of the strange place he found himself in.

He swallowed. “What did I do wrong, master?”

“Nasty young man,” the woman muttered. His horrid Chikipi nose is still visible through his clothes, and he still shows no remorse for his actions.

“My Chikipi?” he asked. “More island lingo, I don’t know.” And yet, his hands lifted, as if not of his own will, almost as if his master willed it, and then, “Oh. I see.”

“You scared my girls,” the man said.

“That’s an understatement,” the woman said. “I told you, the moment he saw that it made them uncomfortable, and he dropped his pants.”

“I’m sorry, master,” he said, even though he wasn’t sorry, remember now he’d gotten pissed at those girls reacting to something not in his control, and so he very immaturely did, in fact, moon the girls. He didn’t, though, drop them to flash his private parts.

“It’s papa. And Mama,” the man said.

“Yes, papa. Sorry mama,” he said. Brant’s eyes widened in horror. “No. You two aren’t my parents. What is—why am I saying this.”

“What kind of punishment do you think Mama and Papa should give you?”

“I don’t know,” he thought, but his body said no, whined, “I don’t know.”

“Thyreik him. It’s why I requested you have a doctor here,” she said. “Mama doesn’t want that kind of trouble around the rest of our girls.”

"No. We don ’t want that kind of trouble,” his master said. “So Thyreik it will be.”

“Papa?” he asked when he really wanted to ask what Thyreik was but couldn’t.

“Fetch the doctor, dear,” his master said.

“Papa?” he continued. “Why do I need a doctor?”

Which was when he felt his pants yanked down.

In a panic, he cried out, “Papa! Please don’t touch me there!”

“Sush,” his master said. “It will be alright. The doctor will take care of this problem, but please stay still; otherwise, it will be even more painful.”

“Wait?” Brant thought. “He said the doctor will take care of my problem, and they had a problem with…” And instead of begging them to stop and not remove his Chikipi, he said, “Yes, Papa. I’ll be good.”

The doctor came in, frowning at what he saw. “Are you sure you want me to Thyreik your pal?”

“Our daughter,” the one making him call her mother said. “Is utterly ashamed, so take her shame away.”

“Yes, please,” he said. “I’ll be a good girl,” while he thought, “I am bloody not a girl.”

“Help her have her first period.”

“Ah,” the man sighed, closing his eyes. “Let me guess. No scaring, and otherwise functional down there?”

“Of course,” the crazy woman said. “Only the best for our children, right?”

“Of course,” his master said.

“Then, after I’m done, a stay in the Pal box will be needed until they are fully healed.”

“Wait. I really am a Pal,” he thought. “They caught me? After I…” And then, “Perhaps I had that coming after mooning their daughters?” A few tears formed in his eyes. “But to lose my manhood?”

“Shush, it will be okay,” his fake mother said, pulling his upper clothing over his head. “Let’s not get this messy, shall we.”

“Shall we use a local anesthesia?”

“No,” the woman said as Brant became even more afraid. “She’s been a very, very naughty child, so I want her to know just how angry I am with her.”

The doctor sighed, then went to work.

Brant—

He couldn ’t help but cry, as it hurt being Thyreiked, but even worse, he found himself whimpering, “Papa. It hurts. Make it stop.”

“Shush, dear. It'll be over soon, and you’ll be a wonderful little girl from now on. The woman said, rubbing his stomach and resting her head against his chest. “A perfect little girl.”

And then he sobbed because “ I don ’t want to be a little girl. ”

“A nice Cattiva? Or maybe a Lamball? For being such a good girl during your ceremony to womanhood?”

“You sick freak,” Brant thought.

“What do girls like for their first Pal these days?” the woman asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Have you thought of a name for your daughter yet?” the doctor asked.

“Oh, yes,” the man said.

“A name,” the woman said. “You always pick such beautiful names for our princesses.”

“Katie,” his master said. “For her flawless innocence and clear purity.”

“That’s perfect,” his fake mother said. “Given the miracle that resulted in us having this particular darling.”

Except for the name being a lie, Brant knew, one meant to make being Thyreiked sting even more once he ’d healed, though his thoughts didn’t linger on that so much as on the pain he was in.

“I’m finished,” the doctor said.

“Now I’ll go into the Pal box, right?” Brant thought.

“Come. Look, dear,” the woman said, making him sit up so that—

“It hurts, mommy,” Brant whimpered when he wanted to scream at the horror he saw between his legs. “It hurts still.”

“Let’s get you to bed, then,” his master said, and he found himself back in the sphere, welcomed by its warm embrace as his body healed.

His mind, though, did not.

And he wouldn ’t be healed entirely, either.

Chapter Text

Victor looked up at the Nitefirma, leaning against the tower wall at the top of the tower, unbothered by the way his body was chilled, and said out loud, “I wonder where Alex went and if he’s enjoying his adventure.” Shadowbeak nudged him, and he turned, laughing as he did, “Alright, alright! I’ll go inside now, particularly since we both know Alex would throw a fit if I didn’t take care of myself.”

Chapter Text

“Absolutely not. No”

At the end of the day, the merchant child was getting on his nerves, coming and bothering him while he was working. He also did not like the way the child was grinning ear to ear.

“Come on,” Robinquill piped up. “It would be a great redemption arc.”

“Why do the two of you think I need a redemption arc?”

“Because I asked around the merchant village about you!” Felbat or whatever his real name was said. “You’re family.”

“We’re not,” Victor said firmly. “Shadowbeak is.”

“But you’d make a good Nitewing.”

“No,” he said. “That’s final.”

Chapter Text

Zoe woke sitting in a chair, arms behind her back. She let out a laugh, looking towards the back of the chair, thinking escape would be easy, laughing as she did. “ After all. I ’ve Grizzbolt and even the syndicate members. What could… ”

“What Incine,” someone said, prompting her to look forward to seeing three girls, all of whom were glaring at her.

“You’d think a girl wouldn’t want to sound Incine,” another said. “But this? This is why we don’t like her. She’s so full of herself.”

“Well, if you think about it, of course, someone with such Lullu mounds would sound as a boy should,” the third said.

“Hey now,” Zoe laughed again.

“Stop laughing,” the first girl said. “How do we get rid of that laugh?”

“I know how,” the second said, stepping over.”

“As if any of you could…”

The girl brought out a knife, and for a moment, Zoe thought the girl was going to scalp her, meaning the three were quite insane, only for—

She did feel a lightening of her scalp as her pink pigtail was cut away. She swallowed. “Please, no.”

“Because it’s your one good trait?” the third girl laughed.

“Just putting you into your place so we can actually stand you,” the first said as the second one went behind Zoe, and she felt her black pigtail cut away, then her hat was pulled away.

“Oh,” the third said. “Such a Cremi boy.”

“You’re right,” the first said.

Zoe sucked in her breath, tears welling at the corner of her eyes.

“Now, now,” the first girl said. “Don’t cry. Good little boys don’t cry.”

“I hate you!” Zoe snapped.

“Not as much as we hate you,” the third said, ruffling Zoe’s cut hair. “Now you don’t look like evil born in a Lifmunk skin, but the way you should.”

“Why? Why is nobody coming to my rescue?” Zoe wondered.

Chapter Text

At one time, Gavin thought the phrase ridiculous. “ I mean, why would a male need to pretend to be a female? There exists ancient technology that allows us to change our gender from male to female if we so desire. And I certainly have no interest in becoming the fairer sex. ”

That was until he learned of the guild comprised of all female Pal trainers, at first a rumor, then he ran into some of the delightful ladies and thought to himself—

“I get it. I get why someone would want to be an Arsox in Lamball clothes. If I pretended to be female…”

So Gavin stole some clothes, ones that wouldn ’t fit his male body type style-wise, unlike some of the other garments, while finding himself grateful for being able to pass, something he’d been mocked for, and also being told he’d never get a girlfriend.

“Oh, look!” one of the girls said. “A new recruit!”

And he was in, which seemed simple enough; his eyes wandered to all the various female forms, thinking …

One of the girls grabbed his arm, and he swallowed. “Let’s go catch us some Cremi for our Pal teams!”

Gavin swallowed. “Like, the more Cremi, the better?”

She stared, then said, “Yes. I wonder what you think is the most Cremi? ”

His cheeks heated up, his mind wondering if he ’d bitten off more than he could chew, but, “ How could they ever find out ? ” He grinned at her. “Well, of course. Everyone knows that the most Cremi is Woolipop.” He headed out with her, traveling via the fast travel statutes to where he could catch Woolipop, only to find himself catching a whole bunch while the girl stood watching, arms behind her head, insisting he see more and more.

When they returned to the guild ’s base that he had successfully infiltrated, he arrived at a Pal Essence Condenser, where he could select the one with the best passive skills and transfer all the other Woolipup into it, naming her Cremi. As he did so, the girl hugged his arm again. “We’ve gotten all sweaty, so let’s go and take a bath.”

“Wait…” Gavin’s mind raced as she tugged him towards the baths where some of the other guild members were bathing. He felt his face flush, his head turning away at the naked bodies. “I don’t feel like taking a bath. Maybe later?”

“Later?” the girl laughed. You’re acting nervous, but what’s there to be anxious about? We’re both girls, right?”

He opened his mouth to protest, unsure of what to say as it would either be a lie or the truth regarding his deception.

Only he said nothing as the girl pulled down his shorts and underwear, resulting in a few screams from the other girls.

And then he remembered nothing, his world going blank.

—place—

Existing in the back of his head was some semblance of a place right before he came to, looking up at the ceiling, feeling …

“I can’t move.” He looked up at the ceiling to see a long mirror above him, allowing him to see himself on a bed, still dressed in the clothes he’d stolen, naked from the waist down.

“Shut up,” one of the girls snatched.

And then he couldn ’t speak.

“The Chikipi needs to go.”

Gavin let out a whimper. “ Please. No. ”

“The full Flopie package?”

“Yup. Hurry up.” He couldn’t tell the voices apart and hadn’t taken the time to get to know any of the girls. “Since you were so keen on being in our group, to the point of pretending to be an Arsox in Lamball clothes, you get to change it.”

“I won’t,” he thought, and yet watched as his body changed, his Chikipi becoming sweet Flopie in no time. He whimpered, trying to get out of bed, feeling his insides change as well.

“You don’t have a choice,” one of the girls sighed. “You trespassed, you became a human Pal. Thus, you do what we say.”

“Of course, we need the full package for you to be part of this group.” So, remove the lift and give us the whole figure.”

Gavin lifted his shirt and watched his body continue to change, whimpering, wanting to cry.

“Make sure it’s a decent figure so we can make some money off your stupidity.”

“You’re going to make me have sex with men?” Gavin blurted out, finally able to speak.

“Well, no,” the one his mind registered as the master said. “At least, not for now. Can you make an outfit up for her? One that showcases the curves and a lot of skin.

“Why?” he choked out. “There’s no antique mirror.”

“Oh?” the woman said. You have to have one on the base, and any mirror will work, but a full-body mirror is super convenient. But I’d like you to forget all of this and only remember your first commands of serving the clientele to serve this guild well.

“Yes, mistress,” he said, looking at his body in horror, his mind fogging over.

—and—

—place—

Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he remembered getting caught, and something had to happen, as he now sat on an antique ottoman, waiting with hands on his knees, his mind registering his Chikipi having been replaced with Flopie and his chest having—

Gavin didn ’t just feel his Swee mounds but could see the outfit he now wears clearly showing their form. He frowned, looking over the outfit and seeing how little it covered his newly acquired Swee mounds and Flopie, but then someone entered, and he looked up to watch a man enter and sit on the antique couch across the way, his Direhowl sitting next to him. The man—

“He looks the way I wish I looked when I was male.” More masculine, but not completely.”

“Remember. Watch our sweet Juliana dance, then she’ll come and sit in your lap, and you can share some sweet Pyrin with each other, but nothing beyond a Pyrin touch. A Lunaris floated in. “And Lunaris here will make sure it goes no farther than that.”

“Understood,” the man said, grinning as he appraised Gavin. “Sweet thing.”

“Wait. I don’t understand,” Gavin thought. “Surely they can’t make me.”

“You are the mistress’s new Pal,” Lunaris said in his mind, intruding. “And will do as mistress wishes. You’ll find her will is enough to make you do as she pleases.”

And Gavin stood the moment the door closed, dancing and showing off everything while the man whistled. “Yes. What a sweet thing you are, Juliana. I can’t wait to make love to you.”

“I don’t want that.”

“That’s because you have yet to experience pleasure as a female.”

“I’m not female,” Gavin protested.

“You are now, but don’t forget you chose this by joining the guild, Arsox, in Lamball clothes. So, enjoy your new life as one of them.”

The dance finished, and Gavin walked over. “Here, Juliana.”

Gavin pulled himself into the man ’s lap and could feel Chikipi's nose, which, to his horror, said, “ That shouldn ’t arouse me! ”

“My dear mistress says your body is to now be aroused by the male body rather than the female body, and thus it is so.”

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Gavin said, or Juliana did, much to his horror as it felt like someone else was in control of his body now. “We’ll see if you’re the one to help me produce a proper egg belly, but my lady has many candidates for us to consider.”

“I’m aware,” the man said.

And then Juliana kissed the man, resulting in a flood of feelings rushing through Gavin ’s body as he was forced to suck face with the man, but then—

An involuntary whimper escaped as the man started working his way from the stomach to Gavin ’s newly acquired Swee mounds. “ No. Please not there. ”

“Be glad mistress expects all of her girls not to be complete Vander,” the Lunaris said in his head. “She could have very well been the one who made your first time with a man go all the way.”

Chapter Text

“So, you basically want me to be your sidekick?”

He nodded his head. “Felbat needs a Robinquill.”

“Why a Robinquill?”

“Not quite sure, but it’s in the stories that Batman needs a Robin.”

Her mouth pushed together, her arms folded across her chest. “If I’m your sidekick with a costume, I want it to be like Robinquill Terra, rather than like a regular Robinquill.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Because that Robinquill fits the coloring of us, Messengers of Love,” she blurted out. “And what better way to share the message of love than by rescuing Pals?”

“So you’re in?”

“I’m in.”

Chapter Text

“Are you joking?” Victor asked, the corner of his mouth twisting. He wasn’t amused.

“No, you are Cheshire Grintale,” Felbat said, while Robinquill nodded.

“Who’s this Cheshire Grintale?”

“You.”

“Why?”

“Because if Batman has an archnemisis, Felbat also needs one.”

“Why me?”

“Because you’re the mad scientist who performs experiments on Pals and humans.”

“Heh.” Then, “I don’t experiment on humans. Unlike you merchant foke.”

“Wait,” Robinquill piped up. “How did you know?”

“Liar,” Felbat said. “You’re trying to obfuscate the truth.”

Victor stared, then said, “You must not have had your Lyleen ceremony yet.”

“How did you know that?”

Chapter Text

The first sensation upon waking was the formation of Swee mounds where there shouldn ’t be any. The second sensation upon waking was the lack of Chikipi between his legs. The merchant frowned, his hands going to those places in confusion, feeling his naked body.

“Beautiful,” someone said. “The only thing that could make you even more beautiful is a beautiful egg belly.”

“Wait,” the merchant swallowed. “You’re going to Lovander rush me?”

“Lovander what?” they said. “Oh. You mean rape,” indicating they were likely an outsider. “No. Where’s the fun? I’m going to make you fall for me.

“Yeah, no.”

Chapter Text

“Are you the only pal with such a glorious mustache, Mr. Sweepa?” the man asked, nodding his head. “Well, it makes you a distinguished gentleman like me, right?” Then, “Shall we head into town together and show off our mustache?”

He turned and walked towards town, the Sweepa and its Swee following him. One of the villagers asked, “Wait? Why is that Sweepa and Swee following that man?”

“He’s saying something about mustaches, so…” Another villager frowned. “The giga Sweepa club?”

“Yes, but…” the other villager shook their head. “Swee don’t have mustaches, so what’s up with that?”

Chapter Text

A scream of terror jolted him awake, but he quickly swung his feet over the edge of the bed and hurried into the room next door to see Victor trembling. Pulling his robe tighter, Alex headed over, reaching a hand up to brush a lock of hair away from the other’s face. “Shush, Chillet. It was just a nightmare, right? ”

“Stay?”

Alex paused.

“Just tonight. I don’t like the new room.”

Alex sighed, then flopped onto the bed. “Yeah. It’s certainly a strange place we’ve found ourselves, but your safe here. They don’t come here. Practically nobody comes to the land of absolute zero, so you can be yourself. Right?”

“I guess.”

“Sleep, Chillet. I won’t leave you tonight.”

Chapter Text

“Let’s Pyrin.”

“Pyrin,” he asked her, his mouth twisting in confusion. “Isn’t that the name of a Pal.”

She kissed him. “As I said, let’s Pyrin.”

“Kissing?” he asked.

She kissed him again, lingering, getting—

He pulled away. “Hey?”

“What?”

“I’m not into you, you know.”

She stared at him, a look of confusion on her face. Then, her facial features faultered. “So you’re not into Swee mounds and Flopie?”

He paused in thought, trying to keep up with the foreign lingo. He then said, “I’m not into your Swee mounds and your Flopie. ” Then, “Perv. That’s why I’m not.”

Chapter Text

Adair came to with a bag over his head, letting out a groan. He stood somewhere warm, his Chikipi hanging out for everyone to see, nor could he hide it with his hands tied behind his back as they were. Hands held onto his shoulders, preventing him from falling, let alone fleeing. “What’s going on?”

“Are you ready to be purified?” he heard Axel saying, reminding him he’d attempted to take on the tower boss in charge of the Eternal Pyre.

“What?” Adair asked.

“Bring the one to be purified to the altar.”

The hands on his shoulders pressed him forward, forcing him to walk in the direction they wanted, his eyes unable to see what was going on. He swallowed, remembering a rumor that certain individuals had gone in and never come back out. “ I guess I ’m going to be one of them. ”

The hands forced him to lie on his stomach on a stone slab he assumed was the altar Axel mentioned. Axel spoke. “It’s time for you to be purified through Pyrin burn.

Two individuals continued holding him down while two more grabbed his legs, “ He means to burn me alive, right? That ’s the rumor, isn’t it? ”

He felt his legs yanked painfully to the side of the stone slab as the individuals holding his legs moved to the sides of the altar so Axel could take position behind him, allowing him…

“Hey!” Adair stuttered out as Axel’s hands touched his rear. “What are you doing?”

“Preparing you for Pyrin burn,” the man who he’d tried to challenge, only to be defeated by him instead, said.

“I, no!” Adair felt a flush on his cheeks as Axel continued touching him. “I’m not into guys!”

“Oh. So you’re a virgin in this manner?” Axel asked.

“Well, yes,” Adair said.

“Are you a complete, utter virgin, or just in this way?” Axel asked.

“Just..” Adair’s mouth snapped shut.

“Amazing. It looks like we’ve got a complete and utter virginal sacrifice,” Axel said. “A word of advice.”

“What?”

“Hold still, and your purification will be less painful,” Axle said.

“Please. No,” Adair said. “I like girls.”

“So do I,” Axel said. “But they’re far more willing participants in letting me purify them.”

“Please, get it over,” Adair begged.

“Oh, no,” Axel said. “I love taking my time purifying the ones I like the best and plan on keeping around.

Adair sobbed. It felt like forever for Pyrin burn to start and then it felt like forever for Pyrin burn to end.

“Now that the Pyrin burn has purified you,” Axel said, “you’ll be allowed to experience the complete Pyrin path next time.” Particularly since you’re sure to be a favorite.”

They left him there, crying, a single person watching him, yet in the back of his head, he knew trying to run while naked with his hands behind his back and his bottom aching from being Lovander Rushed would be impossible, leaving him to be forced into becoming Axel’s lover against his will.

Chapter Text

“Question?”

“Yes, Zoe?” her female handler said.

“How would one go about having Pyrin Flames with someone.”

The answer, “You don’t. You stay pure.”

“That…” Zoe pouted. “But what if I found…”

“You’re not having Pyrin Flames with anybody, young lady.”

Chapter Text

“Pyrin,” Victor muttered.

“It’s a Pal,” Alex said, hopeful that Victor didn’t mean the other thing.

“I don’t think,” Victor paused, frowning. “I don’t think that’s what the assistants believe, but they’re quick to hush when I’m near, so I can’t figure out what they’re talking about.”

“Yes, well…” Alex frowned then. “You haven’t had your Lyleen ceremony, so that’s to be expected.”

“Don’t know what that has to do with anything,” Victor said. “If it’s not Pyrin, it’s Pyrin’s path, but I know when they’re talking about the Pal because they won’t shut up about it, and I learn nothing new.”

Alex sighed. “It’s lovemaking.”

Victor stiffened, then gave Alex a dirty look.

“Hey. Don’t look at me like that. You asked.”

“Lovemaking,” Victor frowned. “Don’t they have…” He paused. “Why do they attach so many words to Pyrin? They must mean various things.”

“I’d rather explain that to you when you’re older,” Alex said. Hopefully, never, if your disinterest in the subject remains the same. Please let me not have to parent him on…”

“Shall I go and ask one of the other assistants to explain,” Victor said. “You know very well that I can, right?”

“Please don’t,” Alex said, then muttered. “Don’t blame me after.”

And then he latched his hands onto Victor ’s shoulders, guiding him away from his research, and—

Alex felt Victor bat at his hand.

“What are you doing?”

“You wanted the conversation,” Alex said. So we’re taking a break, sitting down, and having the conversation.”

“I’m already regretting this.”

“And I know how curious you can be, Dr. Ashford,” Alex said firmly.

“Hey, don’t.” Victor looked at the ground. “So impersonal.”

“Then take this seriously, Illa,” Alex said, taking Victor to where they ate their meals, away from everyone else as he could be—

“So?”

“So, Pyrin? As I said, it’s lovemaking.”

“Pointless activity.”

Alex felt the corner of his mouth twitch. “Well, not everyone thinks that, and it can help alleviate your assistants’ stress, so don’t consider banning it.”

“Does mating improve the stress levels of Pals then?”

“I’d rather…” Alex paused. “Please don’t take a question I don’t have an answer to and make it one of your new experiments please.”

“Noted.”

“As for the other terms,” Alex looked away. “Pyrin path is the stages of lovemaking.”

Victor ’s face screwed up. “Wait? Stages?” Then, he muttered. “It’s just mating. An honestly pointless activity unless one is…”

“Victor,” Alex said firmly.

“Okay, okay.”

“Pyrin, Pyrin touch, Pyrin spark, Pyrin flames, and Pyrin burn,” Alex said.

“I guess those are the five stages, but why do I need to know them?”

“Because, maybe…”

“Never happening,” Victor quickly said, pointing at his eyes, which were hidden by glasses. “You think I want to pass on my genetics? I’m a freak, remember.”

“There is that,” Alex said. “A saving grace here, but…” He took a deep breath. “I guess since we’re having this conversation, we might as well discuss the fact not all lovemaking is consensual.”

“When is it ever?”

“Alright. Wasn’t expecting that.” Alex cleared his throat. “How so?”

“Primal instinct.”

“Humans and Pal,” Alex said. “There is a difference, but for humans, it’s not just about, uh, mating.”

“No?”

“No.”

“So mating is not consensual, right.”

“Victor,” Alex said.

“Well?”

“A person, a human, can either mate consensually or not with,” He paused. “Lovander rushed.”

“I’m aware of that Pal, but I’m being taught that term because?”

“You’re aware that they hunt down both humans and Pals for, uh, mating purposes?”

Victor sat up straighter.

“You’re scaring me.”

“I’m not thinking of an experiment!” Victor said. “I don’t experiment on humans! And what I do for Pals is…” He paused, glancing away, worrying his bottom lip. “So the difference is whether one is hunted down and forced to do it, or whether their own free will is responsible for it?”

“Yes. And non-consensual mating is for what I hope are obvious reasons called Lovander rush.”

“Ah. I still don’t understand…”

“What if I’m not around? To stop it?”

“You,” Victor said, the corner of his mouth twitched. “Are being paranoid.”

Alex frowned, then said. “Well, while you’ve never thought about taking an interest in someone else for, uh, romantic purposes, there will be a time when someone might take an interest in you.”

“Unlikely.” Victor pointed to his eyes. “Freak, remember?”

“Yes.” Then, “You’re not a freak.”

“Only to you, I guess, but doesn’t that make you a freak.”

“Whatever,” Alex sighed. “This is more about you being able to set boundaries if that happens?”

Victor rolled his eyes.

“Pyrin is just kissing.”

“Gross.”

“And yet if…”

“Not hapening.”

“Victor?”

“Fine. Let’s work with this theory that I’m, uh, what?”

That someone wants to start a relationship with you, and you decide it might be worth it, even if you ’re not interested in the whole relationship thing.

“That’s not…”

“Sometimes, it happens. Please? It might make sense one day, even if it doesn’t now,” Alex said, then added, “And you’ll know what your assistants are talking about? And in that moment he hated dangling that in front of someone as curious as Victor.

“Okay.”

“Pyrin is just kissing. Pyrin touch is touching above the waist, while Pyrin spark is below the…”

“Why?”

“What?”

“What’s the difference between the two?”

Alex stared. “Well, you know. Down there, well, Pyrin flames are what you call mating.

“Why did you avoid answering the question?”

“It’s inappropriate to,” Alex said. “Just don’t rush into sparks, alright? It’s incredibly intimate for someone to touch you there.

“There? Below the…” Then Victor stared, eyes widening. “Wait? People touch? They…” He then bit his lip. “Why? All they have to do is mate. At least kissing is, I suppose, a form of affection, and all relationships involve some form of physical contact. But touching someone’s private area, well, that?

“Glad I turned you off sparks,” Alex thought. “At least for the time being.”

“So, what’s Pyrin burn?”

Alex choked, “Uh, well, that.” He then muttered, his face turning a deep shade of red. “That’s slipped, kind of.” He grimaced. “Think of it as a special kind of mating that you’d rather not know about like, well, everything sparks and after is below the waist, and please, tell me if anyone ever touches you there.”

Victor frowned, as if thinking it over, then shook his head. “Lovemaking is disgusting.”

“Well, not something you should be thinking of before you come of age anyways.”

“Are you sure I can’t ban it?”

“Please, don’t stress your other lab assistants. Barely anyone travels up here, and as I said, it helps them destress.”

“Why can’t they just go to the breeding pens…”

“Victor…” Alex sucked in his breath.

“And watch the Pals do it?”

Alex let out a groan, closing his eyes. “And this is why I dreaded ever talking to you about the subject, but please? Refrain from saying that to your assistants as well. ”

“I do it.”

“Something tells me you don’t understand how what you just said sounds.”

“Well, I have to do it, given the experiments…”

“Thought so,” Alex said. “There’s a difference between watching, and checking in on your test subjects, right?”

“Oh. I guess there is, isn’t there,” Victor said. “Should I possibly give the Pals more privacy? From what I understand, humans are very particular about their intimate moments and don’t like being walked in on.

“Wait.” Alex sucked in his breath. “Please tell me you haven’t.”

Victor shrugged his shoulders. “It was just Pyrin flames and what the Pals do otherwise, but I do admit they did…”

“Victor,” Alex said. “This is why I sat you down, to explain that conversing about this is, well…”

“What?”

“You can’t,” Alex then said. “Well, as you said, humans enjoy their privacy when it comes to love-making, but do you think going around talking about it is keeping their privacy about, uh, Pyrin flames?” Right?”

“Well, no,” Victor said. Then, “Pals are so much easier to understand than humans, right?”

“If you say so.”

Chapter Text

Zoe didn’t expect to find herself pinned to the wall of a strange place with her hands held above her head by a stranger who forced a kiss on her.

And then—

The stranger stopped kissing and moved one hand down to—

“Stop!” Zoe choked out, her eyes going wide as the hand slipped under her shirt and started groping an intimate area.

“Why? “It’s just Pyrin touch,” the man said, moving his other hand down so he could group both Swee mounds, which resulted in her crying. “But someone with Lullu mounds should be glad anybody wants to touch her.”

Chapter Text

He awoke on a bed fully clothed, groaning as he did so, unsure of what just happened, though he could still feel —

A man sighed, and he turned his head to see the look of disappointment on his face.

“Master?” He asked, confused as to why he just called the man that. “What’s wrong?”

“Unfortunately, your Chikipi nose problem’s not gone away.”

“Huh?” He looked down and then, “Oh, that.” He let out a hum. “Must have seen some hot girls.”

“My girls,” the man said. “Weren’t happy to see your Chikip nose through your clothes.”

“Yes, master,” he said, even though he wanted to say, “Sorry. I can’t help what arouses me.

The man sat next to him, placing a hand on his stomach. “We’ll need to do something about that, right?”

“Yes, master.” He wanted to frown. “Why do I keep calling him master?” He felt the man’s hand moving down and—

His back arched, startled at what the man was doing to him, letting out an involuntary moan.

“Master,” he asked, his voice quaking. “What are you doing?”

“Pyrin spark,” the man said, touching him in a way he didn’t want to be touched, particularly another man. “But relax. It’s just good old Pyrin spark to relieve you of that nasty nose. Though it seems like you want to fight me on this, love.”

“I don’t want to be touched there,” he said.

“Didn’t you want my girls to touch you there?” the man said. “And your moans say otherwise, that you’ve been waiting for this.”

“Yes, master.” He swallowed.

“Then isn’t this an apt punishment for upsetting them?”

“Yes, master,” as he lay there and took the man touching his private parts, but then, “Why aren’t you just getting it over with?”

“Because I’m gentle when it comes to love-making, regardless of whether someone deserves it.

And then he cried. “ I ’m screwed. I don’t know when he’ll do other things to me, let alone why I’m letting him have his way. What’s wrong with me? ”

He, of course, at the time, didn ’t know he’d been turned into a human pal.

Chapter Text

Alex heard the scream first, alerting him to Victor's whereabouts after he had disappeared suddenly, his mind registering the sound of a very frustrated and upset child. Then came the eruption of icy winds from the direction from which he had heard the scream. He quickly brought out Cherry, the worry that an ice-type Pal managed to find Victor on his own —

He hadn't expected to discover the source of the icy winds to be Victor, yet he pushed forward, thankful to have a Chillet Ignis on his hands, which allowed Alex to move forward and pull Victor into his arms. His breath came out in a puff. “Cold.”

Victor tensed, eyes glazed over, his mouth moving as if he were trying to say sorry.

“You’re so cold, Illa,” Alex said, then gently picked Alex up, deciding he needed to set up a temporary based on what supplies he managed to find while he left Cherry near Victor to properly Yrin the boy. When he came back—

“Sorry,” Victor muttered.

“That must be very scary,” Alex kneeled, then pulled in so he could Yrin with them, hugging Victor close. “Not being able to control that power.”

“But I…”

“You were born the way you were born, Illa,” Alex said. “I certainly should know that full well, being born with Lunar Sickness.” He watched as Cherry gently nuzzled the boy. “And you’re fine just the way you’re.” Resting his cheek on top of the white hair with black streaks. “Someday, I’ll find a place for you where you can be yourself.”

“Really?”

“Really,” Alex said. “Just like you gave me a purpose when I’d thought I’d lost that.”

Chapter Text

“Why show so much skin unless one is attempting to catch one’s attention,” Chance thought to himself the moment he first saw Zoe, but the way she laughed as she fought him with her Grizzbolt left him wanting to put her in her place.

So he captured her when he got her low enough.

And the moment she popped out of her Pal Sphere, he said gleefully, “Welcome to your new life, Human Pal.” Now, how do you think it best to serve your human master?”

Zoe found herself unable to speak, to protect. Still, tears formed in her eyes as she stood against her will, then proceeded to lift her cropped top, showing him her Swee mounds, or lack thereof, and to his delight, tears poured down her face at the humiliation of being forced to show him such an intimate part of her body.

He let out a snort. “How disappointing. You show off so much skin, yet when you finally show me your Mozza, they’re practically non-existent. Such a Lady Dizzy. ”

She couldn ’t protest or argue back. All she could do was cry.

Chapter Text

The first sensation when coming to was of being naked. The second mind, their groggy mind, registered their body being touched by fingers and kisses. They felt the pain down there the moment their mind registered they didn’t like being touched that way.

And realization dawned, and their eyes snapped open.

“I’m being Lovender rushed!” Hands reached up to try to stop the person from Lovander rushing them.

“Don’t. As you were.”

They stopped trying to stop the person. “Why can’t I?”

“Be a good Pal and enjoy my gift.”

“Yes, my conquerer.” The words felt vile in their mouth.

Chapter Text

Masami let out a groan, her mouth twisting into a frown as a soft breeze blew into her room, meaning she’d left the window of her bedroom open, yet in the back of her head, she couldn’t help but wonder why her midsection—

Her brown eyes snapped open, her hand having touched a noticeable baby bump, which would result in her getting kicked out of school, her parents disowning her, and—

She stared up at the ceiling, a look of confusion on her face. “This isn’t…” She started sitting up, groaning as she did so, her frown deepening. “This isn’t my room.”

She sat on the edge of the bed, confused, when the door opened, and a boy stepped in.

“You are…”

He stared, smiling at her. “Very funny, love.”

“Love?” Masami found herself confused and then looked at the baby bump. “Wait.” Her throat tightened. “You put this inside of me?”

His smile faultered, then he said, “Not funny.”

“But how else,” she said, stiffening as he sat down.

His finger touched her lips. “You really don’t remember?”

“Classmate?”

“Well, yes,” he said.

“Where are we?” she squeaked out.

“You’ve really forgotten everything since we arrived on the Palpagos islands?” He frowned.

“Palpagos,” she muttered. “Pals?” She let out a breath. “All those cute furry things?”

“Not all Pals are cute furry things, but one…” He reached up, brushing a lock of hair away from her face. “Your amnesia is caused by one of them, I’m afraid.”

“Amnesia?”

He plopped a hand on her belly. “This was consensual; the result of us deciding, since the rescue wasn’t possible, to settle down and start a family.”

“Really?” Masami looked down. Then she let out a sob. “Can we really not go home?”

“No,” he said. “Well, depends on what you mean. This is home.” He rubbed her stomach. “I guess I’ll have to make you fall for me all over again, love?”

She felt a blush cross her cheeks. “Really?”

He kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll let you rest first.” And then he pulled away, opening the door. “Someone, though…”

A pink cat ran in, crying.

“He wanted to see you.”

“My Cattiva,” she said, patting the bed so the Cattiva could jump up and snuggle, crying into her tunic.

“I think you’ll be a wonderful mother,” he said.

“What?”

“I mean if the way you treat your Pals is anything to go by.”

She blushed again. “I, uh. Yes.”

“So, rest.”

…

She wouldn ’t have given him a second glance, so the moment he realized he could capture her, control her, he’d not hesitated in doing over and over again, putting her into the Pal box to heal and taking her out the moment she was healed and starting over again, leaving her paralyzed simply by owning her Pal sphere.

But then—

He noticed her egg belly forming, something he had thought impossible due to her being placed in the Pal box, unsure of what to do about her as her egg belly continued to grow.

And then he learned of the medicine that would erase her memories, the medicine that came from Lovander, that would allow him to erase what memories he wanted, meaning he could erase everything from her moment of capture to now. He didn ’t hesitate one moment in applying Lovstra , erasing the painful memories of him Lovander rushing her, allowing him to claim it was consensual along.

“It worked,” he let out a chuckle. “She — it’s perfect.”

After all, nobody knew of a way to restore those lost memories, so he heard, unlike other kinds of amnesia.

As for her Cattiva, he ’d let the Cattiva come out to calm her before sticking her back in, never letting her Pal see what he’d done to its former, short-lived mistress. “It’s perfect.”

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“Vander,” one of the girls cursed out. “Why else would she dress like that?”

“I know,” another said, both glaring at Zoe and her handler as they arrived for a shopping trip. “Why else would anybody dress like that unless they wanted guys to Fauck her silly? Definitely a Vander.”

“You girls just wish you could pull off that look,” one of the guys said.

Both girls glared at him, the first saying, “You just want to Fauck the Vander.”

“And what’s to be jealous of? Those lame Lullu mounds?”

“Well, I wouldn’t smack talk a tower boss like that.”

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“Syouei!”

He swallowed and went back to Saya. Everyone was watching, knowing he ’d taken on a new name, that he’d chosen banishment to see the outside world because of his illness, and yet—

“Why are you leaving?”

He didn ’t turn around. “Hey? Saya?”

“What?”

“Be a good Flambelle for Papa, alright?”

And then he left.

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He won.

“You don’t have to rub it in,” Zoe said vehemently, lying on the ground and looking up at the ceiling, her body completely prone.

He continued to dance his victory dance.

“Stop Vanwyrning already!” she snapped.

“Is that euphemism for a victory dance?” he asked.

“Bloody outsider,” Zoe said.

“I know,” he said, hurrying over and looking down at her. “I’ll conquer all the towers and make me a harem.”

“What?” Zoe frowned, looking confused.

At least, until he held out a Pal sphere.

“No! Please!” Zoe whimpered. “Not that!” Then, “You’ll regret it!”

—later on—

“I told you that you would regret it,” Zoe said, lying on the large Pal bed she shared with Lily, Saya, and him.”

“Yeah. I thought all the bosses would be female, and I’d have a harem of seven,” he sighed as his girls doted on him, not realizing they weren’t doing it of their own free will, the idiot he was. “That science guy though? He has a genuine purpose, unlike the others.”

“Yes,” Lily cooed. “His research is amazing,” with her new master not realizing just how out of character this would be for her to say.

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Demon eyes narrowed.

Demon eyes glared.

Demon eyes watched.

“Hey?”

Demon eyes didn ’t look at the person that called out to them.

“You aren’t playing with the other children?”

Demon let out a huff.

“It looks like they’re having a good time.”

Demon swallowed, then looked up at the person with white hair untainted like his own and blue eyes not tainted with the color of blood. His mouth twisted, not wanting to admit he indeed wanted to play with the other children in the water, squirting water with their fists in the game of Aqua Spout .

The person everyone said was a stranger to him and not his oldest brother sat down next to him. “So, they’re not letting you play?”

“Elli’s having fun,” the demon said, still watching, and reached up to touch a lock of black that had tainted white. “And no. Tried. They got really mad last time, and Elli ended up crying.”

“Because of you…”

“Of course, because of me,” the demon said.

“Or because of how they treated you?”

“That…” The demon didn’t answer, trying to push away feelings of—

He wasn ’t sure how he felt, being Ellian’s shadow. A hand gently ruffled the top of his head. “Sorry you have to go through this, Vixian.”

“It’s fine.”

But it wasn ’t.

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“What is the Kelperna for all the tower bosses.”

The merchant frowned. “Ugh. Victor? Delinquent?”

“I was thinking more of solitary lonely one who…”

“Do you have a crush on him or something?”

“Well, no?” the Messenger of Love said. “Zoe is a punk queen.”

“More like a sweet heart in Direwolf clothes,” the merchant said.

“Wait? Do you have a crush…”

“Shut up,” the merchant said. “All of the rest of the guys are Pyrin Cremi for sure, though.”

“True, and the other two female are elegant ladies.” She then paused, turning to look at him. “Did our conversation just go nowhere?”

“When your conversations ever go anywhere?” he said, flopping bck, looking up at the sky, his mouth pressing together in frustration.

“Meanie,” she said. Then, “Wait? Do you think Zoe and Victor would make a great…”

“Don’t!” he snapped. “Don’t even mention it!”

“Are you sure you don’t have a crush on her?”

“In case you have a crush on him, I’ll say I don’t wish him on anybody,” and then, he frowned. “Wait? Is he even into girls?”

“Shouldn’t you know that, being related as you are?”

“Ugh. Why’d you have to figure that out when almost nobody does?”

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“For a better future, dear,” they said before putting her into that confounded contraption. Your Prenelia will be with you when you wake up.”

They didn’t say the world around her would be significantly changed, that all of her friends and family would be long gone the moment she came out of—

Adelaide Gallagher woke, falling out of her container and landing at someone’s feet, her entire body rigid from—

“I see you made it through the Cryolink process,” someone male, or she assumed to be male, said.

She coughed, a hand shakily going to her throat. “Don’t you mean cryostasis?”

“Shadowbeak, stop that.”

She looked up, seeing a rather tall man with white hair streaked with black being nudged forward by—

Her eyes blinked, not recognizing the Pal. The guy frowned, looking at his Pal in confusion as it continued to nudge at his back, as if—

“Towards me?”

“I said stop that,” the man said. “Normally, you’re so well-behaved.”

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“Is that Noctblaze?”

Alex let out a curse, quickly pulling his shirt on and glaring at the doctor before looking away in annoyance and not answering her question.

“The better question is, does Dr. Ashford know?” And then, “And please don’t give me the answer he typically gives me, that it’s none of my business despite the fact I’m in charge of everyone’s health. That includes you.”

“I’m aware,” he said. “Could you not…” And then he stopped, frowning. “You walked in on me.”

“Yes, well.” She looked at the hot spring, pulling her hands behind her back. “Nobodies here at this time of night normally. Including you and Dr. Ashford, who are notorious for using the hot springs later than everyone else, but I was informed that you weren’t feeling up to bathing.”

“Who? I’ve only told one person.”

“You know that a certain someone always grumbles to himself whenever there’s been a change to his routine, particularly when something about that change doesn’t make sense in his head,” the doctor said. “And while it didn’t make sense to him why you’d always accompany him then linger afterward, it made sense to me.”

“It’s not contagious,” Alex said. “So you don’t need to…”

“Then why hide it.”

Alex stared, then said, “It’s not, though…” He paused. “Too many questions already.”

“I also learned this isn’t the first time the routine’s been interruption in this manner, but the time frame of interruptions is increasing.” She sighed. “It’s obvious you don’t want him to know when the Noctblaze flares up, though he sometimes catches sight of what he thinks is bruising. It might be bruising, Noctblaze that is.”

Alex pulled the robe back slightly. “No. It’s not. I can see why he…” He paused, letting the robe slip back into place. “Look, there isn’t a cure. I’ve always known that, so don’t bother.” He turned, leaving, thinking the conversation done.

“He’d find a cure, if you told him. Isn’t it why you’ve stayed with him.”

“I want a cure,” Alex said, his hands clenching. “I can’t lie about that.” He turned his head to look at her. “It’s not why I stayed with him this whole time.”

“But still. I’ve seen what he’s capable of.”

“I’m sure you’re right,” Alex said, smiling. “Truth is, I don’t have much time left.” He swallowed. “But you’ve figured that out, right?”

“What I don’t understand,” she said, but then, “You know he’d want to.”

“And side track him from what he enjoys? Ask him to break his rule on experimenting on humans?” Alex shook his head. “Goodness knows if I told him from the start, when he first asked about the marks on my skin when he was younger, he’d have likely gone down aa different path.”

“You could have changed your fate, right?”

“No,” Alex reached a hand up to rub his neck. “I don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Because, this?” He waved his hand, looking around. “I never even dreamed this was possible when we met. But the real truth is I shouldn’t have even lived to see this happen. Because I found something, someone to live for, even though I’d given up on a cure. And now I want it even more than ever, not because I’m scared of dying. I’m scared of what will…” He paused. “Take care of him?”

She frowned. “Can I run some tests?”

“What?”

“Listen. I can’t promise anything, and I think you should tell him the truth. Eventually. Before it’s to late. But we’ve access to ancient tech, whereas previously we didn’t.”

“Why?”

‘Because,” she said. “I care.”

“About him?”

“About you,” she said.

He took a deep breath, glancing away. “Fine. This is for him, though, not me.”

She sighed. “Whatever you say.”

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“Banned from my labs,” Victor muttered, sliding into the large, hot indoor spring, one that he had designed himself. “How dare he.” Shadowbeak splashed down, causing him to cover his face to protect the uncovered part, his glasses removed as he thought it would just be him and Shadowbeak. “Hey. Not funny.” And then came the nudge from Shadowbeak, his mouth twisting into a frown. “Yeah, yeah. Alex would have said the same thing as Not-Alex, but he’d have at least joined me rather than leaving me to try and relax on my own.”

Shadowbeak tilted his head.

“Ah, yeah. Not alone,” he said, smiling, then sliding down further, letting out a sigh, letting time pass, not thinking—

The sound of giggles made his eyes snap open, and his head turned in the direction of the voices. His hands quickly grasped at the side of the hot spring for his glasses, mentally cursing when he realized they were in the changing rooms, not wanting anybody to see his blood-tinged eyes while Shadowbeak—

Shadowbeak emerged from the hot spring without hesitation, sliding down as he did, unable to escape his current predicament and wondering how it had happened.

“Dr. Ashford?”

“Well, this is far from ideal,” he thought, muttering, “I apologize. I’ll leave.” Then he paused, feeling the towel he’d wrapped around his midsection as he entered, a habit Alex got him into pulled away so he couldn’t cover himself. “Uh.”

“Stay. Have some fun with us,” the other girl said.

“Wait. Are you serious?”

“We’re all wearing towels, and your eyes are currently closed, so…” only for her to let out a yelp. “Hey! You don’t have to shove me, Shadowbeak.”

He felt something press against the top of his head. His fingers reached up, breathing a sigh of relief upon feeling his glasses. “Thank you, Shadowbeak.” He slipped them on, covering his eyes, seeing the two girls wearing towels. He frowned, looking away. “Uh, yes. Could I, uh…”

Shadowbeak let out a shriek, nudging the female who had stolen the towel while the other stood there, mouth hanging open. “Hey. Don’t.

“Dr. Ashford!”

He let out a sigh, turning to look at Not-Alex. “ Fix this already. ”

“Apologies,” Not-Alex said, taking the towel away from the one assistant, then motioned for them to turn, which the one who had stolen the towel did, while the other covered her eyes.

Victor slid out, quickly grabbing the towel to cover himself before muttering, “Apologies.”

“I’m the one who should be apologizing,” Not-Alex said.

“Why?” Victor asked, watching the one girl turn around, looking disappointed, while the other uncovered her eyes, looking relieved.

“I got caught by another assistant with a lot of questions, I’m afraid,” Not-Alex said as he started getting Victor turned around towards the changing rooms, when—

“Whoops!” the disappointed one said, grinning ear to ear as she yanked his towel away.

The other covered her eyes, blushing profusely. “Mammo!”

“Oh…” Victor said, looking down, not reacting.

“Mammo is right,” the other girl said.

“Towel,” Not-Alex said.

“No fun,” the other girl sighed, and he found himself led back to his quarters.

“My clothes.”

“I’ll fetch them later,” Not-Alex said. “I’ll need to figure out a way to handle the female assistants if they,” then, “How did Alex handle this?”

“He always got out before me,” Victor said, the door of his room closing behind him. “I think. I mean, he knew I didn’t like…” He frowned.

“Please tell me I don’t have to take a bath with you now,” Not-Alex sighed.

“Uh-uh,” Victor said, shaking his head. “Just me and Shadowbeak. Only Shadowbeak can see…”

“We’re both men unless there’s something else…”

“Huh?” Victor said.

“I understand not wanting the female assistants seeing, but…”

“No. Not that!” Victor said. His hands went up to his eyes. “Shadowbeak gets it.”

Not-Alex stared, then he sighed, looking over the dark Pal. “Of course he would.” He turned his head. “Wait? You don’t want anyone to see…”

“No,” Victor said.

“Why was Alex…”

“Because,” Victor said. “He knows. He’s been known to us since we first met. He’s the only one who…” He paused. “Anyways. The past does matter. Alex isn’t here anymore. Alex is…” He paused, then sighed, and sat on his bed. “Must have done something wrong.”

“I’m sure you didn’t,” Not-Alex said. “I just wish he left more notes.”

“Not about my eyes,” Victor muttered. He reached up. “It’s the one place other than here…”

“I’ll knock when I bring your clothes that I retrieve,” Not-Alex said. “Though you might want to worry about other things.”

“What? What things?” Victor asked.

“What the young ladies saw.”

“Wait. They saw my eyes?”

Not-Alex sighed. “Never mind.”

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He heard stories about Batman from an outsider, but from there, creating the persona of Felman made perfect sense to him.

The Palpagos Islands were plagued by corruption, and the victims needed a hero.

So he appeared, raiding various syndicate camps, rescuing pals, and setting them free into the wild. And his merchant ties meant procuring a Felbat costume was no trouble.

He’d often appear scaring the goons silly at night, thundering, “I am Felman!”

—except—

“It’s a talking Felbat!”

Some tried catching that Felbat, while others wished to avoid such an intelligent Pal. None realized he was no Pal.

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None of the girls at the orphanage liked her that much, Zoe knew.

“She’s the girl from Rayne syndicate,” some of the other girls said.

“She deserves to be an orphan, unlike us, what with what her parents did.”

Which hurt, given how much of a hero her father was, while a definite confusion set in regarding why everyone thought he did horrible things.

“Since you’re a Vern Flopie,” one of the older girls said, “You can clean the toilets,” followed by, “You’ll only ever be a Vander when you’re older.”

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“Here.”

Victor frowned, looking up from his important work and seeing the cake on his table. His finger pointed, his mouth twisting into a frown. “What’s the implication here?”

“Do you know what today is?” Alex asked.

“I don’t have time for this day,” Victor said. His nose wrinkled. “Or time for such relations. And with you?”

Alex sighed. “Today? It would be the day of your Lyleen ceremony.”

Victor paused, looking at the cake. “Don’t need it .”

Alex pushed it closer.

“And I certainly can’t eat it all.”

“You don’t have to. It’s just the thought that matters, right?”

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“Ridiculous.” Lily stroked the top of Lyleen’s head. “Utterly ridiculous.”

A mother attending the yearly Lyleen ceremony Lily held for all the children who ’d come of age the last year for those who followed her path made the mistake of saying to one of her children, “And the orphans celebrate getting away from Lyleen, because… ”

“They do not,” Lily said. “The orphans aren’t glad of being rid of Lyleen.”

The mother turned her head, blinking. “I didn’t say that.”

“You were.”

“All children celebrate getting away from their parents because they’re finally adults,” the mother said. “Better tale, I think.”

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“You’re not right in the mind.”

“Now, now, dear,” Lily lightly touched Zoe’s chin, smiling at her. “I’m most certainly not insane, but I know what I’m doing with the two of you.”

“Says the person who used nasty tactics to make us her human pal,” Zoe snapped.

“No, no,” Lily said. “You’re not my human pal. You’re my son and daughter, and the spheres…”

“What?” Victor said, staring, then muttered, “And everyone says I’m mad.”

“You’re not,” Zoe said.

“Now behave!” Lily said. “My sweets. The spheres will help you behave, but Mother will correct that sour behavior of yours and set you free!”

“You’re insane,” Zoe said.

“Why us?” Victor said. “Why not…”

“Because!” Lily said. “You’re Lyleen children!”

Zoe stiffened, looking at the ground. “That?”

“I’m not,” Victor said, growling. “I am not a Lyleen’s child.”

“So your parents are alive?”

She watched his eyes widen. “I don’t…”

There came a pause, and she pointed . ”See.”

“It’s been a while,” Victor said. “Since I’ve seen him.”

“Yeah,” Zoe said, holding her chin high. “Just because my father hasn’t returned…”

Lily waved her finger, clicking her tongue. “No, no. You can’t fool me, my poor Lyleen’s children!” She then clapped her hands together. “It’s time the two of you experience childhood, right?”

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“For a better future, dear,” they said before putting her into that confounded contraption. Your Prenelia will be with you when you wake up.”

They didn ’t say the world around her would be significantly changed, that all of her friends and family would be long gone the moment she came out of—

Adelaide Gallagher woke, falling out of her container and landing at someone ’s feet, her entire body rigid from—

“I see you made it through the Cryolink process,” someone male, or she assumed to be male, said.

She coughed, a hand shakily going to her throat. “Don’t you mean cryostasis?”

“Shadowbeak, stop that.”

She looked up, seeing a rather tall man with white hair streaked with black being nudged forward by—

Her eyes blinked, not recognizing the Pal. The guy frowned, looking at his Pal in confusion as it continued to nudge at his back, as if—

“Towards me?”

“I said stop that,” the man said. “Normally, you’re so well-behaved.”

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He awoke strapped to a strange piece of furniture that was an odd mix between a bed and a chair, allowing him to lie back while the bottom part supported his legs, which he couldn’t move too close. His eyes blinked, and his head turned to see a female with a fantastic figure, her long white hair tinged with black locks. “Who are you?”

“Violet,” the woman said. “And you’re specimen BP.”

“I’m what?” he asked.

“Prepare him for Pyrin touch and retrieve the Lullu sample we need for him.”

“Hold on!” He let out a deep breath. “I didn’t consent! Who are you?”

“Lady Lily has tasked me with doing as I please with you, human specimen, to you back for all the pain you’ve caused Pals, but I’m expected to be creative about what I do.”

“And why do you need a sample of mine,” he started saying, feeling his clothes cut away down there. “Please don’t.”

“You’re a test subject, so your request is denied,” Violet said.

“But you’re human.”

“Correction. I’m a clone,” she said. “But if you think this is torturous, just wait.”

…

Specimen BP was very receptive and gave us plenty of samples. As such, we will not have to give its Chikipi back for a while, and we can leave it with the Flopie we ’ve given it for quite a few years. We are now simply waiting for the point of Verda.

…

They finished assaulting him for their samples, and he fell asleep, his mind not contemplating how worse things could get, but when he woke—

This time, he woke in a bed, able to move around, though he wasn’t sure what consultation that was when he woke up naked or that fact when he looked down, he clearly saw sweet Flopie instead of Chikipi between his legs. When one of Violet’s assistants came with food, he snapped. “Why this, but not this?”

“Lady Violet wishes to observe the changes to your body through the experiment.”

“What experiment?”

“You’ll see,” she said. Your reaction will be far more favorable if you’re surprised by the results. She then turned and pointed an object with the number zero in red lights. “That. That will indicate how much time has passed since the experiment began, as being aware of time is of utmost importance to this specimen’s blood pressure.

“My name…”

“Don’t bother,” she said. “None of us care to remember. You’re simply a specimen for Lady Violet, and Lady Lily chose us for this saintly task.”

“Saintly my ass,” he muttered.

Two weeks later—

That was when he learned the modifications to his body weren’t simply cosmetic. A new female body started developing in ways he’d rather not, including the confounded time of the month to which one of the assistants told him two weeks, which he thought was about the time that passed, but then two weeks later—

She came and got him, making him walk through the halls, stun baton ready in case he tried anything — he already had and ended up on his back, but she brought him back to the table where he was strapped down once again. He let out a sigh, chest rising as Violet came out and noted how his body started feminizing against his will simply due to the exposure of Flopie. However, she said something about his Y becoming an X that he didn’t understand.

And then—

“It’s time to insert Lullu into the Flopie for the next stage.”

“Lullu?” His eyes narrowed, and then panic set in as he struggled against his bonds. “Please. No. I’m not a girl. I’m not.”

“Shush. Of course, you’re a girl,” Violet said. “Now, hopefully, a very fertile one who will produce plenty of results.” If you behave…”

“Please! No!” And then he began to cry, horrified at his predicament.

They left him for a week tied down, confirming a successful impregnation, and then took him back to his room where he was forced to watch an egg belly form while being promised a potential reward for being a good mother, one of the things being clothing that allowed them to take proper measurements of the changes to his body as they were doing before impregnation while the threat of taking said clothes away hung over his head.

“Your due date is soon,” one of the assistants said. “Congratulations.”

“Congratulations,” he said. “You refuse to tell me who the father is.”

Then came the painful birth of the child he hated for making him grow attached as it moved inside of him while the assistant let him know he’d be allowed three weeks to recover. “Then the process starts all over,” Violet said.

“But you’ve proven a male turned female by ancient technology can become pregnant,” he said. “It’s a fully functional female body now, right.”

“Oh. That wasn’t the experiment,” she said.”

“What?”

“That’s been known for years, dear,” Violet said.

“Then what?” he asked. “What were you…”

“Well, it was to see if your female gametes would reject your male gametes.”

“What?” He stared.

“In simple terms, you’re both mother and father, and you will be for all your children.”

“What, no,” he said, nearly choking.

“So now, will you reject the child knowing this? Will your female gametes reject your male gametes this time? That’s the new experiment, but you and your new family will be well taken care of as you are a very dear experiment to us, pet.”

He started crying, even more uncontrolled than before, wondering who created the monster in front of him. Then, he remembered Lady Lily being mentioned. “ Of course. Of course, she ’d love humans being treated as Pal. ” And vaguely, he remembered he visiting.

“Of course, the more babies you have, the more freedom you’ll gain to raise your family outside of these walls.”

“What?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” she said. “It’s not like a mother to abandon their children, right.”

“She’s a monster. Even worse than…” And then he realized she looked like she could be the spawn of the two tower bosses and wanted to vomit. “And I’m still attracted to her? What the hell? Why couldn’t she change other things?”

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Zoe smirked, looking down at yet another defeated opponent from Grizzbolt’s shoulder. She felt triumphant.

“Girls with Lullu mounds shouldn’t act so smug,” the other girl said, glaring back.

Zoe frowned. “Lullu mounds?”

“Your Swee mounds are practically non-existent,” the other girl said. “But you think the guy you like will be happy with those non-existent Swee mounds?”

Zoe ’s hands reached up, clutching her chest, her eyes narrowing at the other girl. “Shut up!”

The other girl sniffed. “I don’t know why you like showing off your Lulu mounds,” she said, referring to Zoe’s clothes. “I’d be too embarrassed too.”

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“One day, Syouei, you’ll achieve Gendo. I know now it doesn’t seem that way, given your illness…”

Alex coughed, thinking nothing of it until—

He stared, catching sight of the blood he ’d coughed up. Clenching his hand shut, he looked up at Victor’s lab, frowning, trying to ignore what he knew was coming. “ You never said in achieving it, I ’d one day rob someone else of it, though. If only— “

—if only there were a cure for lunar sickness, then he wouldn’t have to worry about Victor if, no, when something happened to him.

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“No Celesi.”

Alex held onto the younger child ’s hand. “What?”

“No,” the boy said, shaking his head.

Alex turned his attention to the bath. “Yes, but…”

Any thought of giving the younger child he ’d rescued a bath flew out the window, even though Victor, as the child claimed his name was, just as he claimed it to be Alex, certainly needed a bath after whatever had happened to him. “No Celesi.” Then, “Please.”

Alex turned his head, sighing. “Well, there’s another way to get you clean without a bath, but I’ll take a bath later, as it would be a waste to let it go to waste with the good money paid for it.” He nodded his head at the bed. “Sit on the edge, and I’ll wet a small towel.”

Victor did as asked, sitting there, frowning, saying nothing.

Alex wet the towel, thinking, “ Purification? Does he think the bath is for that purpose? What happened to him ? ” He looked up, seeing the red eyes, remembering how specific individuals in the settlement they’d come to be in stared at Victor, as if—

He stood up, thinking he ’d wipe the dirt away, removing the streaks of tears that indicated something really bad happened, only for Victor to pull away, and he found himself grabbing Victor’s wrist.

“Hey. No,” Alex moved the wet towel across his face. “See? Not anything bad.” Victor looked back at him, trust not there. “Think you can do that?”

Victor ’s eyebrows went up, then he held out his hand, and Alex put the cloth in it, watching the child wash his face, though he missed some spots.

Alex motioned. “All over. Wipe down all over, and you won’t…” He paused, turning to look at the bath, and sighed. “That.”

“Then?”

Alex ’s eyes blinked. “Well, then you’ll need to put your clothes back on and get in bed. It’s late and past your bedtime.”

“What’s bedtime.”

“Uh,” Alex didn’t know how to respond.”

“Do you have a bedtime?”

“You need to rest. Sleep?” Alex turned his head. “I want to…”

“Alex has been bad?” Victor asked.

“Well, no?”

‘Then why Celesi?”

“Because I don’t like being sweaty and sticky,” Alex said. He sighed. “Finish, and try to get some sleep.”

He walked over to the tub, removed his clothes, and slipped in, soaking his weary bones and trying to ignore the slight purpling caused by his illness, which indicated he ’d overexerted himself. He glanced over, watching Victor do as asked, though not well.

“I can work on that later,” Alex thought. “He’s still little.”

He relaxed, letting out a sigh, when—

His eyes opened, and he heard the water moving, watching Victor, who had moved over and touched the water, playing with it. He closed his eyes. “ Well, at least he ’s not terrified of the bath anymore. ”

“Warm.”

“Yes. Warm.” He sighed, thinking things were going in the right direction.

Only—

His eyes snapped open, and he nearly choked. “Victor?”

“Yes?”

“Did you get in with your clothes on?”

“Yes.”

Alex sighed closing his eyes and deciding to ignore the younger child. “ I guess I ’ll have Chillet Ignis dry his clothes later then. I guess he didn’t have a normal childhood, but who am I? Someone who had their Lyleen ceremony early because… ” He muttered out loud. “Neither one of us, huh?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry about it. Enjoy your bath time, Victor.”

“Uh-huh.” And then, “Warm.”

“Please tell me they didn’t give him cold baths.”

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Alex tried holding back his laughter, leaning against the wall watching Victor. When Victor was hit by a sudden Livewire spark , he’d stir into an almost unbreakable focus that often led to Alex prodding him to take a break, to eat something, or get some sleep.

“But seeing him like this,” Alex said. “It’s so much nicer that the frightened child he was when I first found him, right?”

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Lily’s violet eyes blinked in confusion, finding herself on all fours. She started moving to stand, when—

“Stay on all fours, Brist,” a man said. “Since you think us humans are lower than Pals. You can act like one now.”

To which she let out a mewl like a Cattiva as she felt her clothing cut away, leaving her body there naked. And then he began to Fuack her, and she let him. He slapped her rear, laughing. “That’s a good Brist. You know your place, don’t you.”

She let out a mewl, he body betraying her as her body wanted to be bred, to carry the child of the man Lovander rushing her.

Nor could she cry at the unfairness of her situation. A squeeze to her ass, and he said, “Well, you’re the one who thought we were less than Pal, so all you get is basic instincts my dear Brist. You’ll enjoy being a mother, but the moment our children can be weaned, I’ll rip them from your side, as there is no reason for them to lower themselves to your level of stupidity.”

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She leaned Quiborn , wanting to save the planet. Thus, when she discovered the Free Pal Alliance, Calista Fairwind, as she had renamed herself, approached Lily, wanting to join them.

“How does one free the Pals one caught?”

Lily watched Calista, her mouth twisting in a way that Calista mistook for a welcoming smile, yet others knew to beware of. She stepped over, behind, and then Calista felt a prick at the back of her neck, her body growing weak, and then—

She found herself in a warm place, relaxed and at peace. She remained at peace as reality set in, and Lily gently touched her chin. “Forget everything.”

“Huh,” Calista said.

“Forget your past life,” Lily said, still touching Callista. Instantly, Callista couldn’t remember her previous name or her life beyond the fact she’d told Lily she’d given them up because she hated the lack of Quiborn in the world she came from.

“Now, forget all personal desire except pleasing the goddess Lyleen.”

Callista forgot why she ’d even come there, nor did she feel Lily remove the Pal Spheres from her waist as she fell further into the trance.

“And forget banal human instincts and become no longer human outside the speech needed to communicate pleasure and pain, whatever pleases your goddess, Lyleen.”

Callista stood there, her mind registering herself as a Pal, yet she didn ’t care. She didn’t care as Lily stripped her of clothing, leaving her completely naked.

“Now remember,” Lily said. “Remember, you’re human, cursed now to be my Pal.”

And then Callista ’s eyes blinked, her eyes going to her naked body, a whimper of terror escaping.

Lily reached out, gently stroking Callista ’s head, and Callista leaned into the touch, much like a Pal would lean into her master’s touch. For some reason, she remembered how her Cattiva would lean into her touch, enjoying it, and there existed at that moment the possibility that perhaps the Free Pal Alliance wasn’t the group Callista thought it was.

Lily stepped behind her, sitting and bringing Callista with her, rubbing Callista ’s tummy as if she were rubbing the belly of a Pal, and Callista chirped in excitement despite wanting to cry. She wanted to cry even more as Lily’s hands reached up, sexually touching her, before continuing down and touching her in a sexual manner down there.

“Breeding,” Lily whispered into Callista’s ear. “Humans do enjoy using Pals for that purpose, right?” She nibbled on Callsita’s ear. “Ancient tech is amazing, the stuff that doesn’t harm Pals. She lifted the hand that wasn’t Pyrin, sparking Callista to Callista’s tummy. I can’t wait for our child to begin growing here, but for now, go back into your haze, Brist.”

And then she came to, lying on her back, seeing from her position her naked belly, and she choked out, “I’m pregnant.”

Lily was there, smiling at Callista, rubbing her belly. The doctors say our child is developing quite well, but I can ’t wait to make more memories with you.

And then Callista let out a gasp as Lily touched her as if she were a willing lover.

“But if you die in childbirth,” Lily said cruelly, “I’ll have something of you forever and ever, Brist.”