Mature Content Warning: Sexual imagery and general weirdness. Girls are totally 'making out' in this chapter, be advised.

Author's Note: This chapter is almost completely redone from the ground up compared to the original. Anyone who can spot the references mentioned here will be granted a hearty 'Good Job' compliment. :)

This is the part of the story where things begin to start moving forward. This story is a bit of an emotional roller coaster... up and down... much like real life. Also, yes... it's OK to hate cats after this chapter.

Oh, and if you find errors, please let me know. Thanks!

Chapter 11: Black Metal

The soft warbling of the birds, the droning of the insects, and the vibrancy of the colors showcased by the world as it turned around him; these things were beautiful. Scott sighed softly then leaned back against the tree. It was such a peaceful day.

Under this tree he did not have any cares or worries. The growing belief that he had, that he could not handle the things to come, slowly fell away. He had been absolutely crushed during that fight, and he had no real method of fighting in the future.

After he watched errant clouds drift by for a while he felt a presence approaching. It could only be one person. His lip quirked upward then formed into a soft smile. “Hey. Nina.”

The blond girl stopped just short of her master and placed her hands on her hips. “Are you just going to lie in the shade all day?”

Her tone was curious instead of scolding; he knew that she was simply concerned about him. She had almost lost him and did not like to see him lazing about.

“I thought about it. It’s not like I’m really that good for anything.”

She snorted then leaned forward, hands still on her hips. “You’re better than that and you know it.”

Scott looked away from the girl and sighed. “Nina, I was practically useless...”

Nina lifted one hand then thrust it sideways in an imperious manner. “You are not useless!”

Her master looked toward her briefly then sighed and looked down. It didn’t matter, did it? No matter how hard he trained, he always came up short when it really counted.

“Stop.” said Nina.

“Huh?” Asked Scott.

“Stop with that stupid face. You are stronger than you think!”

“Right...” He could not believe her, despite her confidence.

The girl snorted then pointed up at the daytime sky. It rapidly changed to a night-time scene. Strangely, Scott did not consider that to be odd. He accepted it readily.

“You were strong enough to rescue me. You took me out of a dark and lonely place! You are a light that strikes at the darkness!”

Scott blinked then looked at her. He had done that, but he was still uncertain.

A comet appeared overhead; its fiery tail was both brilliant and long. It was a flame burning brightly in the star-filled sky.

“See that? That’s you, master! You are a shooting star that pierces the heavens!”

“I...” Scott started to deny her once more, but she interrupted.

“Come on, master! You just need to believe!”

He laughed coldly then shook his head before looking away again. “I’m not sure if I do believe in myself.”

She pointed a finger at him then smirked. “Then don’t believe in yourself!”

The man turned to look at her, an incredulous expression writ large upon his face. “What?”

“Don’t believe in yourself!”

He opened then closed his mouth twice before finally asking, “What am I supposed to believe in then?”

She grinned at him in an almost feral manner. “Believe in the pussy!”

Scott’s eyes widened comically. “Believe in the pussy?”

“Yes, don’t believe in you. Believe in the pussy that believes in you!”

He stared at her for a moment while her sage advice worked its way into his brain. Of course! It all made sense now! “I just have to believe in the...”

Scott’s eyes snapped open, and he bolted upright in his hospital bed before loudly exclaiming, “Pussy!”

The hospital room remained dead silent after his important announcement. However, once he registered where he was, the man turned his head slowly. He was greeted to the sight of five very surprised people, and one thoroughly disturbed cat.

“Indeed.” said Aaron.

Scott’s face turned bright red once he realized what had happened. Slowly, he slid back under his sheets and pulled them over his head. There was no way in hell he was coming out again. It was scary out there.

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Scott drank another glass of water with shaking hands. Nina hugged her master closely to her, while Apollo sat in his lap. He was still embarrassed from earlier and they wanted to console him. The cat did not know much about him, but he seemed nice enough. Besides that, he had a warm lap.

The man took a deep breath and said, "Here goes." before pressing the button and tossing the D-ball out into the open area of the room.

The red light flashed out and soon a tall girl with a long brown ponytail and a healthy dose of the world’s most common super power. Rather, in the war between plot and justice, plot was winning the day. In short, she had amazing tits.

She was quite pretty, with a long fluffy tail and adorable canine ears. Scott sighed in relief a moment later. He had been afraid that the girl he chose would not be the one that he had received. The way his life went sometimes, it was entirely possible that he would have gotten some other girl entirely.

Now that memories from a past that may or may not have actually existed had crossed over with his knowledge from the stories that he had written, he could identify her easily. She was very similar in appearance to her past life self. Plus, she had a pony-tail. Obviously, it was a sign!

In his parody fiction she had been part of the same character collective as Cerene, and obviously Nina. He had not recognized Nina earlier because he had not really taken a specific physical appearance into account when he had written about a similar character. He had recognized Cerene mostly because he had drawn a few badly rendered characters depicting her. He now knew what the other girls should look like due to the memories that had awakened inside his mind.

Scott lightly gazed at the girl in front of him. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a white tank top. That was all normal enough. The ears and tail were new. The version that he had created had simply been something of a palette swap of the source material. This girl was obviously an entirely different person from the origin basis, yet he knew that she was the right one. He could feel it deeply.

"So, are you my new tamer?" she asked. Despite her soft tone, her expression made it seem as though she was trying to bore a hole through him. In reality she was staring at him intensely for a specific reason. Her master looked a lot like her old boyfriend; the one who dumped her when she started to awaken as a Demi-Human.

Had Scott known what she was thinking at that exact moment, he would have tried to dance for joy or run for the hills. There's no way to know which choice he would make at the moment.

Scott smiled shyly and nodded, "Yeah, what's your name?"

The pony-tailed girl’s cheeks grew bright red. She had been expecting a new name actually. Wasn't that how it worked? "It was Aleeta, but..."

"But?" asked Scott softly.

"Well, I um... If it’s ok, I would rather have a new name?" Her old life was gone, and being called by her human name would only make her remember the past.

Scott smiled softly in reply. He already had the perfect name for her. "Ok, how about Makina?"

The pokegirl sounded the name out and thought about how it sounded weird, but kind of exotic. She nodded a moment later.

Scott smiled again. "Well, I guess we should all introduce ourselves?"

Nina smiled brightly at him then rushed over to the new girl. All her former nervousness about a new sister needed to be set aside. Besides that, she did enjoy the idea of making a new female friend. "Hi! I'm Nina, but master calls me Nina-chan!"

Scott smirked at her. He did not recall calling her Nina-chan. He only did that to Pirouette as a minor amusement. Still, she got an ‘A’ for enthusiasm.

Scott pointed at the cat. "That hairball is Apollo. Well, at least I think that's his name. It's the only thing anyone's called him besides Mr. Fancy."

The cat in question did his best impersonation of a frown then leveled an annoyed stare in Scott's general direction. After allowing his ire to be known, he hopped down and padded over to the new girl to give her an appropriate sniff.

"Um, well HI!" Makina laughed nervously while she tried to take in all the happy smiling faces. She wasn't used to such a warm reception. Life had rather less than friendly to her. She'd developed a bit of a violent reputation in school after her parents died, and when she'd recently awakened into her current state that aggression had only gotten worse.

"Uh, you read my file right?" She asked.

Scott nodded, a smile forming on his lips still.

"OH. Um, well aren't you afraid of me?" she asked curiously.

Scott knew it was not really supposed to be his line to say, but he still had no clue where Cerene was at the moment. He chose to fill in for her and sincerely asked, "Should I be?"

Makina's face went slack for a second. Her eyes began to shine brilliantly in the light as unshed tears started to form.

People had always been afraid of her because of her violent tendencies. She had gone through a lot as a child and tended to be aggressive toward people who annoyed her.

“Hey, what’s with the tears?” Scott spoke to her softly. He used a gentle tone and offered a friendly smile.

The Balvulf sniffled loudly. Oh, the feels. She could not contain them! “I can’t remember the last time someone wasn’t mad at me, or afraid of me.”

He studied her face for a moment. Slowly, he opened his arms. “I suspect that you need a hug.”

Her face began to heat up and her ears drooped down a little. She turned her head slightly to the side. Makina was not sure what to do. Could she really trust him? He looked so much like her ex-boyfriend. He was also being too nice. No one was this nice, not to her.

Scott widened his arms a little more. “It’s ok. If you don’t want a free hug, I can save you one for later.”

Despite her misgivings Makina glanced at him. He had said something kind of cute. Her fluffy tail began to lightly swish from one side to the other. It was a nearly imperceptible motion, but it showed her growing interest. Free hugs were quite a bargain, after all.

Her would-be master did not drop his arms, but he did make soft calling motions with his fingers while nodding his head. Good girl. Come here, girl. Come to master.

Makina’s tail began to swish a little faster and her ears started to lift a little. She chewed on her lip for a moment then took a step toward the goofy man with the come-hither fingers.

It took several minutes of coaxing, but she finally moved within arm’s reach. Scott patted the bed and she nervously sat down. She sat facing away from him, however. She held her head down and began to shiver a little. It was obvious that she was incredibly nervous about everything she was experiencing.

Scott leaned for and softly whispered. “I’m going to put my arms around you, ok?”

Her ears drooped briefly then slowly rose once more before she nodded her head. Scott gently slid his hands forward and placed them on top of her hands. She flinched slightly at his touch, but slowly eased up.

Scott slowly slid his hands up along her wrists, his touch like a whisper of her soft tanned skin. She shivered, but did not ask him to stop.

Calloused, but gentle, fingers traced their way along her arms. Finally, they slid to a stop atop her shoulders. “Is it ok to give you a hug?”

“Yes...” She whispered the word like she barely believed she could say such a thing. No one had ever been this gentle with her. She had been tamed only three times since she had awakened, and each of those times had been little more than a doctor sliding his hand between her thighs in order to stimulate her. The modest interaction was enough to keep her coherent and aware, but it had left a lot to be desired.

Her new master leaned against her then moved his arms down. He wrapped them around her trembling body and she immediately started to cry. She had never known anything like this. Why was he being this way? Scott held Makina for a quite a while before anything changed.

Nina had moved to stand directly in front of the trembling girl. She did not want to disturb that moment. It was a time more important than even an initial taming session. A true bond was formed based on emotional attachment. Sex was a good initiator, but the strongest bonds formed out of actual intimacy. She could see the telltale glow of a bond starting to form. However, she wanted to be part of the moment too.

“Can I join in on that hug, sister?”

Makina’s eyes widened and her ears flew up. She had called her that again. “S-sister...”

Nina smiled at her then nodded. “You’re family now, right?”

The girl’s lips began to quiver but they slowly settled down. She barely knew what the word meant since she had been alone for most of her life. Even her idiotic ex-boyfriend barely counted since he only came around to grope her or try to hit her up for free food. “Family...”

The blond girl decided to take the initiative. She was not exactly a shy and retiring flower. Nina wrapped her arms around both Makina and her master. “Mmm, sandwich.”

“H-hey, what am I... bologna?” Makina laughed softly while trying to fight back the tears.

Nina laughed as well then said, “Not with tits this big. You’re definitely a ham sandwich.”

Makina’s face turned bright red. “Don’t tease me. I can’t help it. These things are nothing but trouble.”

“Back trouble probably.” replied the blond.

Makina laughed again. “Yeah! My back used to get sore a lot till I awakened.”

“Got to love that improved durability, huh?”

The pony-tailed girl couldn’t hold back anymore. She babbled out a bit of trivia about herself. “I love that. I just wish that these things didn’t get in the way all the time. I used to try and do sports when I was a kid, but it started to be harder to do when I got older. I had to bind them if I didn’t want ‘em flying all over the place.”

“Girl, why didn’t you wear a sports bra?” asked Nina.

“The orphanage wouldn’t pay for them.” Makina heard what she said then closed her mouth tightly. She did not like to remember that place.

“We’ll be going shopping soon.” said Scott. He felt that it was the right time to intervene.

“We will?” asked Makina.

“Neat. I’ll help you pick out something appropriately slutty that has a high defense rating.” replied Nina.

Makina laughed, this time with no hint of nervousness. “I’d like that.”

The blond girl snuggled against her new sister. She wanted her to feel welcome, even if her master would have to share his time now. The thought of sharing time reminded her that there was something else that needed to be discussed.

“Makina?”

“Yeah?” said the Balvulf.

“When was the last time that you were tamed?” asked Nina.

The girl’s ears folded down briefly then flicked back up. “Uhm... it’s been about two weeks.”

Nina grinned. “You know, master has been injured and hasn’t tamed me in nearly a month. I think he’s being lazy and should be put to work. Don’t you?”

Scott fought back his desire to snort at the girl. He knew she was just trying to help ease the situation, though she also probably wanted to get laid. She had a certain set of priorities, after all.

Makina blushed softly then nodded. “I... think so.”

Scott lifted his head then blew gently against her ear. It flicked wildly and she squirmed against him.

“Hey, that tickles.”

“Does it?” asked Nina. She leaned forward and softly blew against Makina’s other ear. The Balvulf giggled softly.

Her new master slid his hands down to her waist then started to massage her hips. “You really are a beautiful girl, you know that?”

“Am I?” Her voice changed a little as she said it. Before they started to tease her she had sounded soft, scared. Now her voice had begun to change to a huskier tone.

Nina kissed her new sister softly on the ear then drew the tip into her lips. She softly nibbled on her newly captured prize while her hands slid up to caress Makina’s neck. Her thumbs were held beneath the Balvulf’s jaw, while she continued to tease the new girl.

Makina murmured quietly. The soft subtle movements put her heart at ease, even as her body began to rapidly heat up.

Scott moved his hand to the base of the girl’s tail and gently began to caress her there. She squirmed and began to moan. It seemed that the law of perversity was in effect. Any girl with a tail had an extra erogenous zone to exploit.

Makina held onto her new sister tightly, while her master played with her tail. Her breasts pressed her sister’s breasts in an erotic display. Then sensation caused both girls to moan softly.

Soon they could not stand it anymore. The clothes had to come off!

“You girls should undress each other, and then undress Me.” said Scott.

“Wow, master’s so dominant today.” said Nina.

He smirked at her. “Well, I figure that it is only polite to help your new sister with her clothes.”

“Right.” she said.

The girls stood up and began to undress each other. Nina started by lifting Makina’s shirt up and over her head. The unrestrained bounty underneath jiggled around in an absurdly perky manner for a brief moment before they were brought in line.

The blond demi-human took her sister’s breasts in hand and began to knead them like dough. Makina could not fight the moan that immediately followed. The sensation was both gentle and commanding.

Scott leaned back and thoroughly enjoyed the show. His injuries would prevent him from getting all buck-wild and such, but that did not mean that he could not happily participate when the time came. Till then, he would get to see some erotic girl-on-girl action.

“Oh, sister.” said Makina.

The way that she moaned out the word sister made Scott pause. She really seemed to be into the whole family thing. Was it odd? Who knew? He was just glad that they were getting along.

Nina’s simple sun dress came off next. Scott had not seen that particular sight before. She had mentioned that she was eager to spend time with him, earlier. Maybe she had made an effort to be extra intriguing? He had to fight down the urge to loudly applaud her decision.

“You’re so pretty.” said Makina.

Nina slid her arms around the girl’s waist and drew them close. She kissed the girl softly on the lips then said, “Call me big sister, ok?”

“O-ok, big sister.” Her enter face began to turn red and some of the color spread to her neck.

Scott’s anime warped brain immediately moved to one thought. Sempai noticed me!

Nina really seemed to be into the family thing as well. It made sense. She barely knew who she was prior to their meeting on the road.

The blond girl slid her hand down to unbutton her new sister’s jeans, but kissed her softly on the lips once more. Makina whispered something too soft for Scott to hear and Nina chuckled in a throat and sensual way.

It was a beautiful moment of lesbian sensuality and sisterhood. However, it was ruined a moment later by a loud gnawing sound.

The trio looked towards the chair in the corner and saw Apollo hunched over with his tongue hanging out. He had one leg in the air and looked as though he had been trying to clean himself. He stopped what he was doing then looked back at them while one leg stayed stretched out in the air.

Slowly, Apollo lowered his outstretched leg in slow exaggerated manner. He then attempted to look as though he had done nothing out of the ordinary. It did not work in his favor.

Scott stared at the golden-haired feline. The damned thing’s facial fur had started to turn red under the eyes. Who knew a cat could blush? Seriously, how was that even possible? More to the point, the cat had ruined a beautifully perverted moment!

Unfortunately, that ruined moment also killed the mood. Makina did not exactly understand how a small animal could make her master and new sister lose that special feeling, but it was fine. They went back to cuddling after Nina tied up the cat with her chain. If that feeling came back, they did not want to risk losing it again.

The trio talked for a while as they cuddled on Scott’s hospital bed. They spoke of their life, their hopes, and their dreams. Makina had wanted to open her own bakery at one time. She was actually quite a domestically oriented girl.

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A few hours had passed and the happy little group set out to train a little. Scott was supposed to take it easy for a while, so he had moved away a little. The girls could train together while he tried to work out his current issues with magic.

Scott stood in a forested meadow attempting to grasp his wayward mana. He could find it and wrap himself in it well enough. He just could not create a spell with it, yet. No matter what he tried, regular spells just did not work.

He glanced over at where Nina and Makina were busily beating the snot out of each other then smiled. They were so active and full of energy. His thoughts centered on the girls for a moment. They were like him in a way. Each of them had been alone in the world. Even when there were people around them, they had known what it was like to have no one give a damn.

Neither one of them ever had to be alone again if he could do anything about it. They deserved better than to be treated like property and then discard when something better came along. Hell, every demi-human on this planet deserved better than their lot in life.

Thoughts of possible loneliness hit him hard. He had to learn to use his magic. All of the tests had shown that he had at least the level of power that a typical Witch would have.

His minimum talent was nothing major; but not anything to sneeze at either. It was still well beyond the typical human norm, especially for someone who never trained beyond what his home world had to offer. Admittedly, that was rather slim pickings, mostly ritual stuff.

He ran through the list of spells that he had memorized one more time. Each time he tried to cast a spell, it failed. It did not even drain his mana. It simply did not work at all.

Scott tried several things. He slowly allowed his power to build around the words and thoughts of the spell. Nothing happened. He tried building to as much power as he could and forcing the idea of it into the spell, like loading a gun. Nothing happened.

He tried praying and hoping something would happen. As far as he knew nothing happened.

Everything he could think of, he tried. He ran down his list of every method of known spell casting that he could remember. Nothing worked. He sighed loudly.

Why couldn’t he do this? It made no sense. Wasn’t he the reasonably handsome main protagonist? Scott snorted at his own thought. If this was all really a story, he would have fifty girls in his harem and he probably would have grown three dicks or something. He wrote about really weird things, after all.

His thoughts made him begin to think other thoughts, memories really. He thought about how all the great magic using characters worked in fiction.

Scott was about to quit for the day, when a random thought occurred to him that made him chuckle. One of his favorite fictional wizards crossed through his mind. For a moment he considered that fictional wizard then laughed out loud.

“He was practically a parody, himself. Seriously, the author based his name off of the guy from Twisted Sister.” Scott remembered the ersatz version he had created in a short lived story. It had been a stupid little parody that had given birth to the perverted wizard Dak Sneida. It was even more idiotic than most of his attempted stories so he had stopped writing after five chapters.

Thinking about the perverted evil wizard, Dak Sneida, caused the man to feel giddy. The method of magic usage in the parody had been similar to the original source material. He had created spell-lyrics based on the feelings that were evoked by heavy metal songs. How bad ass would that be if it worked for real?

"Yeah, that would have been so kick ass. Too bad I can't just string together random song lyrics from heavy metal songs to make powerful spells." Scott cheerfully laughed at the idea. He momentarily forgot how necessary developing some kind of magical power would be.

Scott felt the giddiness from his stupid little desire rush through his body and enflame his soul. He was done trying for the day, but the girls were still training. What would it hurt to actually have a little goofy fun for once?

Without putting much thought into it, he seized on his mana. He felt it surging inside, as it always did. He could not do anything with it, but it certainly surged. He took a moment to work out the stupid little incantation that he had written several years prior.

The supposed incantation that he had crafted for Dak Sneida was not actually from the song that the spell was named after, but it invoked a similar tone. Only the name of the song was used as a catalyst. He had done that more as a means of avoiding copyright infringement since he had briefly considered selling the parody. He had decided that no one would buy such a thing, though, and he had ended to tale.

He smirked then sang out in a harsh and raspy voice. It was the kind of voice that was often used to set the tone used by edgier metal bands. He even threw in a bad approximation of a British accent since many of the more popular metal bands in that era were from the United Kingdom.

~Darkness is calling...

The soul cries out...

The spirit’s willing...

It’s ready to shoouuuut!~

He was so focused on being a goof ball that he wasn't paying attention to what was happening. He would have noticed the slight shift in the way that his mana was circulating had he been more careful.

Instead, he imagined his power moving to his outstretched hands just before he sang out loudly in a voice suited more to a scream than to a song, "BLACK METAL!"

What happened next would have been funny had it happened to anyone but him. The world seemed to come to a complete standstill as power flared up around him seemingly of its own accord. The sound of an electric guitar radiated outward from the core of his being with extreme vibrancy and exceptional clarity.

*Zhhhwaaaaaahn-Waa-aaaroooowne!*

The sudden instrumentation was accompanied by tendrils of jet-black lightning coursing out of his body. The magical lightning crackled then swirled around and focused on a single point in front of his hands. The energy swirled into a tight spiraling force that released after the pressure grew beyond a certain point. A crackling spiral of black ball lightning shot out from his hands with incredible force. The powerful recoil from the unleashed magic pressed back against him and he was hurled into the air briefly before landing flat on his back with a loud thud.

The sphere of dark energy traveled a good fifteen feet before dispersing. It left an obvious trail of dead flowers and wilted grass behind after it passed. Mere seconds after it had left him Scott felt his strength rapidly begin to fail. It almost felt like his very life had been ripped out of him after conjuring that dark thing.

Nina, Apollo, and Makina raced over to him. The shout had alerted them to the fact that something was up. When they arrived they found that he was now sitting on his ass panting like a dog in the summer time.

“Are you alright?” asked Makina.

He shook his head, but said, “Right love, can I get a bit of meat?”

Apparently, he had lost his mind and turned fake British. Scott slung his head from side to side then started to wobble a little. He was rapidly losing mental coherence at this point, though he might have actually enjoyed something to eat.

“Meat, why?” asked Makina. What was going on?

“Well, I can’t have pudding if I don’t eat my meat!”

Nina cried out. "Master, what happened to you?"

He was acting more than a little odd, even for him. Scott wobbled a little then drunkenly called out in a rasping voice,

"Black Metal, baby! Woo-hoo!"

Suddenly, he stopped moving then his eyes rolled back in his head. He passed out before he could be asked anymore questions. They stared at his prone body for a moment before moving into a flurry of action. They had to take him back for proper medical treatment immediately!