{Karen Goddess of Justice}

Karen was at her limit with all the crap that Alex was doing to her world. She had made up her mind and was going to end him once and for all. She made her way into that world and moved like a ghost to an evil castle, down hallways crowded with monsters and demons. It was all just too much. She hated the ugly castle and overblown demon lord. It would all be worth it if she could end that loser, Alex. Inside the throne room rested the fifty-foot tall, one-hundred-foot-long demon lady Gorlonda. Karen knew that Gorlonda had already invested time and people looking into Alex and all the demon needed was a push. The goddess leaned into the hole that served as the demon’s ear. All it would take is a whisper.

“Alex is a demon prince.” She knew that the thought would work its way into Gorlonda’s mind and drive her nuts. It would send the demon into a rampage that would scar the world, but end Alex in the process. With an evil smile, Karen made her way out of the castle not noticing that her nails were turning black. What other things could she do to fix this world. Maybe kill all non-human creatures. She stopped not sure where that thought had come from. Her hair was turning dark as her skin paled. On leaving the castle, the world went dark as she was ripped across time and space. “What the fuck?” She asked in outrage. A spotlight came on behind her and she turned to see Frank the god of Fear. He was a tall thin old man dressed all in black.

“Hello there.” He sneered at Karen. She gave him a disgusted look not noticing the eyeshadow creeping its way over her eyes as her outfit darkened. “Welcome to the dark side goddess of tipped scales.” What was he talking about? She looked down and noticed that she was falling from grace. Another light came on and Dirth the god of Death joined them.

“Always a sad day to see another god fall.” Dirth was a stereotypical death. Pale, skinny and morbid. He looked older than anyone could ever imagine. He even took it to the level of wearing a cloak and hood. Why was she being called here by the dark primal gods? Another light came on and she turned to see Susan the goddess of love, but now she looked like an old woman. She was wearing a pink bunny onesie and frowning at Karen.

“How the hell are you a primal god?” Karen asked in outrage. Susan smiled weakly.

“I have always been one, but love is for the young. We aren’t here to talk about me though.” All three primal deities sat at a table and Karen was drawn to a chain and forced to sit facing them. “Now we are here to talk about you falling.” Karen scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I’m not falling. I and Justice and justice can’t be evil.” Frank snapped and a mirror came into view. Karen looked in outrage as she saw one of those goth losers looking back. She crossed her arms, and the goth loser matched her. Her jaw hit the floor as it hit her that she was looking at herself. She had become one of the dark fallen gods. Good, maybe she was tired of being good and doing the right thing. Maybe she wanted to be the goddess of tilted scales doing what she wanted. She shook her head. She was justice not tilted scales. A tear made its way out making her mascara run. “I don’t want to fall.” Karen cried out.

“Too bad.” Frank said with a laugh.

“Now Frank, don't be that way,” Susan scolded. “There is one way to fix you, but you may not like it.” Susan looked over at Karen with a sad look in her eye. Did Karen want to face her punishment? Was falling a good thing? Maybe she wanted to be a goth loser. What would Markus the god of thieves think of her being fallen? He never mixed with any of the goth losers, and she wanted him and couldn’t lose any hope of ever getting with him. She shook with the shame of her own thoughts that seemed to be flopping back and forth.

“What can I do?” Karen asked. Susan smiled and moved around the table glancing at the other two who nodded.

“I need to know if you care about justice and are willing to do what it takes to restore your status.” It sounded ominous, but if it would keep her from becoming one of those goth losers, she would be willing to do it. She was now crying openly, her mascara running down her face. Susan hugged her and it felt nice. Something hurt in Karen’s chest, and she looked down to see Susan’s hand inside her chest. She was pulling at the essence of her being and pulling all she was into a makeshift soul. Karen watched in horror as she was pulled inside of the small soul ball held by Susan. She tried to protest, tried to fight, but it was too late. Susan waved her hand and shifted into the body of a teenage girl wearing a frilly pink dress. Suddenly she was in a town on one of their worlds. It looked familiar to Karen, but she wasn’t sure where it was. The makeshift soul was having trouble holding her thoughts and memories. “Don’t worry. All you have to do to cleanse your spirit is to spend a lifetime as a mortal.” She walked through the door of a nicely decorated house. Who lived here? Karen wondered. She looked around at all the nicknacks and a large spear standing by the door. She recognized the spear. It was one of those Shot Spears that Alex had made. She was in his town. Fuck this, she thought trying to pull away from Susan.

“Sorry it is too late for that.” Susan said with a smile. They walked into a bedroom. Karen watched in horror as she saw a boar man holding two women. All three looked happy and satisfied. At least someone is getting laid she thought. Her soul froze as she saw an empty bottle on the nightstand. Susan moved to a dark hard woman who was laying on the right side of the boar man, petting his chest hair. No, she was not going to be one of those mixed freaks. “As I said, too late. You will be born as a child of love and be healed by that love.” Susan said, pushing Karen’s soul inside the body of the woman. She shrunk down and down until she was barely a speck. Her mind couldn’t hold her thoughts or memories. She had to hold on to who she was, she had to remember. Not enough space. She had to remember she was Justice. That thought held inside her soul and she forced herself to remember that one word. Justice.

Nine months passed quickly. It had become cramped, and her body would shake at times. She would hear a deep rumbling sound and smiled at it. She liked the deep sound and liked the way the thumping sound around her would quicken when it was around. There was a loud sound that rumbled and made her move upside down. There was a light and coldness as she moved through something. It upset her and she coughed before crying. She liked being warm and being in the small place. The rumble sound came to her, and she smiled.

{Parnel Boarman}

He held his little girl and hugged his wife. She had given him a beautiful baby girl. “She is smiling, she knows her daddy.” He turned to his love who was covered in sweat. Healer and his women had helped bring this joy into this world. He offered his little girl to his love who started feeding her. She looked mostly human, but the nose was slightly turned up and she had a set of floppy pig ears on top of her head. He looked down to see hoof-like toes that matched his own. The way his daughter’s mouth was shaped, she may grow small tusks. She was beautiful. “What do we call her?” His wife asked with a sweet smile. He kissed her forehead and held the beautiful women in his life. His other wife came in and started crying. She was as big as a watermelon and would be giving him another amazing child soon.

“What do you think, Vasta?” He asked his still pregnant wife. She shrugged and tucked beside Vondyosa. He held his two women and their first child.

“She still needs a name.” Vondyosa said, smiling at Parnel. He laughed and kissed his daughter’s head. A name came to his mind, and it seemed fitting.

“How about Karagan?” He wasn’t sure where it came from or what it meant, but it seemed fitting.

“That sounds beautiful. I like it.” Vondyosa said, smiling at the suckling baby.

A year passed and little Karagan was a ball of energy and spunk. Parnal had caught his daughter trying to make off with his spear at every chance she got even though the little one couldn’t lift it. He had asked Woodcutter to make her a tiny one she could play with, and the little baby refused to be apart from it. He was relaxing after working with Master, his daughter was on his lap when she looked up at him, her mouth open showing tiny tusks. She looked like she wanted to say her first word. Would it be mama or daddy? He called over his wives, Vasta holding their second child, a small boar boy hybrid. “Go on little Karagan.” The little girl looked around and took a deep breath.

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“Ja ja ja.” she scrunched up her face and growled out the word forcing it out in a cute roar. “Just ice.” Parnel leaned back and laughed, kissing his daughter making her laugh and smile.

“Justice. That must mean you plan to join me in keeping this town safe?” She frowned and tilted her head before waving her little wooden spear.

“Just ice,” she called out. His little girl was going to be a warrior like him. Vondyosa protested.

“What little girl has justice as her first word? Come on, say mama or dada.” Vondyosa said, leaning over to look into their daughter's eyes.

“Just ice.” the cute boar girl growled back.

{Demon Lady Gorlonda}

Nearly two years ago. {The night Karen had visited Gorlonda}

She woke from a strange dream. She swore someone had been in her throne room as she slept through the night. She shook her massive head and looked around at the lava flowing around her. Something ate at her subconscious, and she picked at it like a scab. Lord Savage. It was about him. What was it? He was strong. Stronger than a normal demon lord. That was it. Given how he built his army and enslaved or bewitched humans, he had to be a demon prince. A young one who had yet to build his empire, but with that much power and the way he made others fear him, he had to be a demon prince. He was a demon prince and she wanted him. She would mate with him and then eat him once she was sure she had a clutch. This would ensure that she would rise to being a demon princess with demon lords of her own to command and control. She stood on her massive six legs and roared, waking all of her minions. Three came rushing in to serve her. She quickly ate one for breakfast and turned to another.

“You, gather everyone. We are marching to Happy Valley.”

“My Lady?” He asked. Before he could respond she snatched him up, eating him as well. She was hungry after sleeping that long. She turned six massive eyes on the last one who was shaking, wetting his armor.

“Yes, my lady.” He said, turning to flee. She briefly thought about eating him too but didn’t want to give an order twice. Looking up at the massive wall, she started clawing with her front most legs, carving her way out of her castle. It would have been easy just to shift into her humanoid form, but she wouldn’t be coming back here. This place was much too small and shabby for a demon princess. Once out in the open air she looked around. It had been so long since she had left, and she clawed at a stock of green grass letting it smolder under her massive foot. She would burn this world to the ground and make it a proper home for her. Another of her guards came to her and bowed, shaking in its armor.

“My lady. We can leave in three days.” She lashed the ground with her tail in frustration.

“You have two hours. I won’t wait longer.” She said turning a chunk of wall into pebbles. He bowed and ran off quickly. Looking back over her body, she saw purple scales that seemed to shimmer in the light of day that poked through the thick clouds of smoke from her home. She spread her wings wide. It had been so long since she had flown and now seemed like a good time to remember the feeling of commanding the air. Today marked the dawn of the demon march and she would grind everything in her path to dust.

{Midna Savage}

Her belly was just starting to show. It looks like her love Alex had some fast swimmers. He was helping her with her fantasies and loved those nights with him. He would chain her up, spank her, treat her roughly and leave her both sore and wanting so much more. She would even put the blindfold on before he would get there just to make things more exciting. She reached up to pinch one of her sore nipples. It hurt but made her moan at the same time. Suddenly she stopped looking around her shack. One of her threads had just been pulled on and she slipped into the shadow to that thread. It was on the edge of town, and she let her eyes look out to see a single man, dressed all in black move through the night to her town. Her inner cat woke as she saw him as prey. She licked her chops like her lover was prone to do and slid behind the cloaked figure. Should she kill him? No, that would be useless. Better to gather information, know your enemy. How should she catch him though? He was a spy, but what if he had skills? She let a small thin thread wrap around his ankle so she could keep track of him and moved back into the shadows. She wanted help. She never needed help in the past, but now she had a kitten in her belly and wanted to make sure that the little one was always safe.

She made her way across town to a small guard house that had the head of a wolf mounted over the door. She looked up and smiled at it before knocking. “How can I help you, Midna?” Rosewood asked as she opened the door. Rosewood looked about ready to give birth any day now. Midna bowed at the other woman and said calmly.

“I was wondering if I could borrow Glace for the night.” The spy in question came to the door. Minda took a sniff and noted that all the women in this house were with children. A sound came to her, and she looked over to see Redwood playing on the floor with two twin wolf boys. It warmed Midna’s heart and made her want to see Alex doing that with her own kittens. She had to shake her head coming back to the task at hand. Glace looked at her,

“What do you need Midna?” Glace asked coldly.

“There is a spy sneaking into town, and I was wondering if you wanted to help me capture them?” Glace slammed the door and Midna could hear her frantically putting on armor and buckling straps. In three minutes, Glace was back there with a cold deadly look in her eye.

“Let’s gut this fish.” She said, sliding out into the night. Midna liked the spunk of the other woman.

“Capture, not kill. We need this man for information. I can tie them up, do you have a sleep wand?” Midna asked.

“I always carry some on my body.” She said winking at Midna. Maybe Alex should have taken this woman too. Midna would have liked to have fun with her. She pulled Glace into the shadows and soon both women were sliding behind the spy. He didn’t even notice them stalking him. This was going to be too easy. Midna moved in front making the dark figure stop. Before he could attack or react fully to her, Glace hit him in the back with a sleep wand. Midna tied him up and pulled him into Alex’s office. Once they were sure he was secure, they looked over him. He was a normal monkey beast with golden hair. A slave collar was around his neck making the two women look at each other. “I’ll stay here, you get Alex.” Glace said. Midna nodded and jumped under his desk. She pulled a tired Alex out of bed between a mildly angry Mai and Yen. He woke fully once she told him about the spy and watched slightly horny as she watched him get dressed. Soon they were walking into his office from under his desk. He frowned at the slave spy and gave an angry sigh.

“If I set him free, would he turn on us?” Alex asked, looking at the two women. Midna and Glace shrugged. He growled and pulled a large core from his desk. Soon he was leaning on his desk with a chunk of metal. “Wake him up so I can go back to sleep.”

{Tomfav the slave spy}

He woke up tied to a chair. The last thing he remembered was seeing a strange dark skinned cat woman. Now he was looking at that woman, a strange human spy and a weird thin man. Something felt off. He moved his neck and found his collar was gone. He blinked and looked up at the women and strange thin man. “Thank you.” He said weeping slightly. He was free and didn’t have to ruin this town.

“Contract Magic. For the time of this meeting, you will be unable to lie in exchange we won't kill you. Do you agree?”

“I agree fully.” Tomfav said happily. “Would you like to add a no harm order to me?”

“I don’t think that will be needed,” the cat woman said. “Now, why were you sent here?” Tomfav smiled.

“I was ordered to sabotage your wonderful town. Let me add I am very happy you stopped me. In gathering information on this assignment, I found out how you people treat Beasts.”

“You are kind of a chatterbox.” The man said with a weak smile. Had something happened to him? He seemed tired.

“I seldom get to talk to people.”Tomfav said.

“Who sent you?” The human woman asked.

“Lord Vostois Fo Bothoum, my former master. He isn’t very nice and has a thing about beating Beasts.” He nodded, sending his golden mane flying.

“What will you do if we let you go?” The thin man asked.

“I’d like to settle an issue with my old master and then settle down here if you like.”

“What would you do here?” The cat woman asked.

“I always wanted to be a woodsman,” he said proudly. The ropes holding him loosened and he stood bowing at everyone in the room. “See you guys soon.” He said with a smile before running out of the room.

A month later he was sitting in his old master’s office waiting in the dark for him. Vostois came in and looked at Tomfav. “I take it your mission is complete.” He said with a smile on his face. Tomfav nodded and passed him a glass of wine. Vastois beamed. “Good animal. You even brought me a gift.” He sniffed it and took a sip. “Get out of my chair and give me a full report.” He said smugly. Tomfav smiled and did so with a vengeful look in his eye. Vostois took his seat and drained the wine, smacking his lips in delight. “You know this is actually good.”

“Must be the poison.” Tomfav said, smirking. Vostois' face froze as he pushed the glass away. “Now it is slow acting so you will have like an hour to get your affairs in order. Don’t try to leave this room or call for help. I’ll just kill you where you stand.”

“I order you to stop this game.” Tomfav tilted his chin showing his bare neck. Vostois gulped, sweat forming on his brow. He pulled out paper and pen and started writing.

“May I leave my will here?” Vastois asked. Tomfav nodded and went to leave the room. His former master slumped over his desk, dead. Tomfav was free and he wished he could free the others, but that was not in his power to do. At least he could live out a life as a simple woodsman. He could picture himself now chopping down trees in a bright white shirt and brown pants, his golden mane blowing in the wind. Talking openly with all of his friends over a drink. That would be the life.