Mature Content Warning: Erotic pie related hijinks. In this chapter there is sex and lots of information. Enjoy.

Author's Note: No pies were harmed in the making of this chapter. Though, one might have been wrecked for other bakers.

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The scent of wildflowers carried on the wind held a promise of new life yet to come. For one girl, the promise was something she wanted to believe in desperately. She had finally received the call from the archmage. Now they were here in the garden discussing the upcoming transformation.

"So, you're saying that without this particular root you won't be able to complete the ritual that can change me into an elf?" asked Ru. The Black widow drew her front legs up and then she wrapped her arms around them in an approximation of hugging her knees.

Alanera tilted her head. "I did just say that, yes? At any rate, it's a fairly rare plant back on our home world. I've yet to see a single sample of it here on this one."

Ru sighed wearily. "So, I may be cursed to stay in this form for years uncountable.”

Alanera nodded. "This is true. However, there are a few other options. You may not like them, but they do exist."

"Oh?" asked the Black Widow. A hopeful expression arose upon her face.

"Yes, there's prayer and the hope that the dark maiden will hear you.” said the mage. This option caused Ru to quirk her eyebrow upward. That was not a likely solution.

"Hmm, no? Well, there's always the reincarnation spell. Though, we would have to kill you first." Alanera said these words without a hint of sarcasm.

Ru just stared at her. That was even less of an option than the first one.

Alanera smirked. “There is a final option... but...”

“Tell me, please!” Ru gazed at her with wide desperate eyes.

Alanera filled Ru in on the details and the spider girl’s eyes widened slowly. It was an option that she had never considered.

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Chapter 15: Knight in a day

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Scott sighed lightly as he looked at the online price guide for training machines. He was interested in purchasing a few skill teaching machines for the girls. If they could learn a few more techniques future battles might be easier.

After his injuries had been treated, he had checked on the ladies in his life. Luckily, they were largely alright, if a bit shaken up by the near fatal battle. They had chatted for a while then the girls had opted to go check out the town a bit.

Scott knew that was probably girl code for their unspoken desire to wander off and talk about his penis. That was fine; they deserved to have a few thrills in their daily routine. While they were gone he had set about doing what he could to find an edge.

His team needed one. They could not rely on the guardian transformations to bring them victory every time. Even Cerene's attack had proven largely ineffective by itself and it seemed to be capable of one hit kills.

The Fiend had nearly killed them, and Scott knew that it would get worse from here. That sort of Fiend, she could not have been the strongest that the Dark Empire had to work with. If she was, they would have had her attached to one of their leaders. They would not have simply given her to Henry.

Hell, it had killed eleven people via energy drain. Death by energy drain was not possible under normal conditions without extensive usage of the drain effect over time. At worse, that sort of effect would leave someone in a coma. The severity and rapid speed of the Fiend’s drain effect had weakened its victims to the point that some of them underwent organ failure. Cardiac arrest had been the most common reason for the deaths that had occurred.

Douchebag Henry was now wanted on multiple counts of murder in the first degree, along with destruction of public property, and subversion. In short, if he ever was found he would be lucky to survive long enough to make it to trial.

The Capital had posted a two million credit bounty on him dead or alive. Scott knew the truth, though. Henry for all his rapacious douchebaggery was just as much of a victim as the poor bastards caught in that attack. Even that so-called Fiend was probably just some hapless girl who had been converted.

The Water-Fiend had nearly escaped after the battle. She had awakened while Makina had focused on her fallen comrades. Luckily, a military strike force had been sent in via emergency teleport just prior to her coming around. The high level team managed to arrive in to time to contain the weakened creature. Currently, it was being studied regarding its genetic makeup and creation.

Scott sifted through online stores and auction sites. His team needed training; that mattered more than who or what had been a victim in the recent attacks. He had to admit, he did not have much empathy for Henry. Even if the man had been a victim of some Dark Empire plot, he had done more than enough in his life to be considered scum.

He was saddened to see the prices of the skill trainers he most wanted to find. The cheapest healing skill trainer cost well over the quarter of a million credit mark. The next cheapest was twice that price. He had been awarded one million credits for their efforts, but that did not amount to much if you considered the hellish battle. Cerene could probably learn to use healing magic on her own, anyway.

He refreshed the page that was showing items for sale then muttered. “Damn.”

Both of his desired items had 'sold' tags under them now. They had been on sale for roughly ten minutes before some lucky bastard bought them.

Scott had not expected those types of skills to sell cheaply or easily, anyway. Universal healing techniques that did not require chanting were in high demand.

For now, he would have to go to work with the girls and train with them between missions. This sadly also meant that he would possibly end up having to give up the adventurer’s guild all together and become a regular tamer.

The three limit rule he still operated under would not allow him the freedom to gain more team mates he needed. Until he was a veteran class adventurer he would be heavily limited in the number of harem members that he could have on hand. Sure, they could give him special 'dispensation' but that was only for individual missions or so he thought.

The girls need to get some advanced training. Their regular skills are very good for their levels, but what the group as a whole needed to develop stronger elemental attacks and a decent all-around magic user.

"Cerene should be able to learn white magic due to her celestial nature. I know her other self has the strongest overall energy attack ability, too." Of course, whether the sweet, but so very flaky, girl would be able to focus long enough to learn to cast spells was another question entirely. She had been an extreme bundle of energy earlier.

Logistical problems and tactical issues came into play when he tried to determine a way the girls could work as a team. Obviously they'd need to learn how to combine their powers when facing Fiends as strong as the last one. He had a few ideas for special combination attacks that should prove potent.

Scott continued musing on how best to help the girls grow when a knock on the door startled him. He sighed lightly hoping that it was not yet another government official trying to get him to tell them something new.

He had managed to feed them just enough information to satisfy them regarding the events of the day. He did not even have a dead Fiend to show for their efforts this time, so the strike team thought that they had officially ended the threat. That had rankled on his nerves a little, but it kept the government at a slight distance. The guild was another matter, however.

Upon opening the door he was treated to the sight of an incredibly irate Pirouette in her Analise disguise. The look in her eyes told him that he might be in some sort of trouble. The intense pressure that she was exuding caused the little hairs on the back of his neck to rise up. In short, she was giving off the sort of vibration that one might expect from a thoroughly pissed off girlfriend.

"Uh, hey P-chan. What’s...” he began, but was cut short a moment later.

Analise said, "Come to the training room. We need to discuss something."

Scott did not particularly like her commanding tone, but he went along with the naughty professor anyway. They walked silently down the halls of the Center until they arrived at training room three. Once inside she pressed the button that marked the room as, 'in use' and then turned to stare at him.

"Um...” began Scott, but the irate professor raised one hand then shook her head.

She then pointed at a target dummy in the training area. "If you would be so kind as to use the spell that you never bothered to tell me about learning on that dummy down there, I would be ever so grateful."

Scott groaned. He finally knew what had twisted her tits, so to speak. He had not kept her in the loop on his progress, and he had promised to do so.

"Sure, though it really takes it out of me...” he said.

The female professor nodded and then crossed her arms. "Well, get on with it. Everything's set up. You just need to go stand in the red square there so the system can scan you, and then use that attack of yours."

The man felt the force of her pissed off girlfriend vibe once more. He nodded mutely then did as she asked. Best to go along with her right now as she owned the place he lived at between missions. Plus, there was the whole; his word is his bond thing that he liked to maintain.

Scott took up a relaxed position in the square. His hairy legs felt a slight chill since all he was wearing was a wife beater style t-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs.

Analise wandered over to a control panel on the side of the room then pressed a few keys. A moment later a pale green column of light shined up at him from the floor underneath. A distinctly mechanical voice said, "Subject scan complete, compiling data."

"Alright, let's see what we have here." said Analise.

She checked the readout display then blinked. A few seconds later her eyes widened to an absurd degree. ”Are you kidding me! You've progressed this much and didn't tell me!"

Scott shrugged. "I'm not sure what you're talking about. I mean, I was unconscious for most of the last two months after all."

Professor Analise turned to look at him with a slightly less irritated glare. True, it was not entirely his fault that he had not kept her updated. He had usually told her about that sort of thing, before that first Fiend battle.

"Well, come see for yourself then." she said.

Scott walked over and looked at the screen.

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StatusName: Scott JacobsRace: True HumanLevel: 11 (658/4400)Class: Adventurer (Soldier)

Scott Jacobs is a Journeyman soldier employed by the adventurer’s guild. He has proven instrumental in the resolution of two major Fiend incidents. He is a known criminal, but is deemed trustworthy due to the recommendation of Guild Leader Aaron Kranz of Oldtowne.

Age: 28

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Height: 6’ 2”/ 188 cm

Weight: 210 lbs. / 95.25 kg

Blood Type: A+

Guild Rank: Journeyman

Guild Level: 3

Life Force: 860Attack: 18M. Attack: 18Defense: 38M. Defense: 22Strength: 19Agility: 17Resilience: 32Vitality: 42Intellect: 21(20)Charisma: 23Will:19Spirit: 44AbilitiesStaff Mastery: Level 2Unarmed Combat: Level 4Swordsmanship: Level 3--AttacksNone

Scott took a moment to stare at these figures and tried to make heads or tails of them. There was no way he had gotten that much stronger overall since his last scan at the institute. Though, it was even more mind boggling that he was only level eleven. That had meant that he was probably below level ten when the last battle had begun.

Of course, life was not a game. The E.X.P. generated during a fight could be enhanced when facing against an opponent whose overall pressure, or level if you will, was higher. Yet, it was the effort made against that opponent that actually generated E.X.P. You could not just one-shot a high level monster and gain a dozen levels. You might not even gain a single level if you did that.

"Wait, this can't be right. My attack and defense rating are that high? I'm nearly naked!" While the numbers were abysmally low compared to any of the girls’ current statistics, they were much higher than they should have been. A normal human being might have been able to increase a single point in one stat per level. If they trained hard, they could potentially double or triple that. At most he could conceivably have gained twenty or thirty stat points spread across all of the stats. Yet, all of his stats had increased by several points; a few of them had tripled in overall score!

Hell his natural defensive ability rated several times higher than his armor! This machine had to be buggy as hell. His skin did not stop sword strikes or hard blunt trauma nearly as well as his armor. In fact, they tended to render him into a battered heap.

"I'll run a diagnostic check, but apparently its true." stated the woman. She was a little concerned about his rating too.

"Though, I must point out, that your defense and attack rating include things like tendon strength, as well as attribute scores. So it's a reflection on total ability to avoid or absorb damage, unlike say a suit of armor that only withstands attacks."

Scott nodded. That did freak him out slightly less. For a moment, though, he had day dreamed about what it would have been like to have nearly four times the defensive strength as his cerametal armor.

"My attack rating?" he asked quietly.

The woman finished running the diagnostic check. All systems seemed nominal. "It is your raw damage potential based on your physiology and your rated physical fighting skills. Right now it's a reflection of your hand to hand ability. It could be much higher, just like your defense could actually be higher. You have not had your skills rated in months."

"But, I’m nearly as attack capable as Nina was at level one. Heck, I'm well beyond her defense.” said the man slowly, as though speaking to someone who did not understand the scan far better than he did. The difference in demi-Human capacity to a human was staggering. Without equipment, he should have had trouble fighting a combat capable girl even well below his level, but his rating was more like that of a low to mid-tier Demi-Human fighter.

"Yes, that is what the system is saying. You're apparently the rough physical equivalent of a low-level Generica." stated the woman with a bit of awe. Sure, it was not really saying all that much. Her own stats were far and away higher than this, but of course she had been a sword swinging adventurer for many centuries before she took up the life of a researcher.

On her world of origin there were many humans, elves, or dwarves who would easily outstrip these abilities. However, they had been fighting all of their lives. The young man before her had only been at it for around six or seven months. Though, he had been a soldier in his homeland for a short time. He had the equivalent of five or six years of training experience due to those factors combining.

That still would not account for this stat growth, though. A meta-human, could definitely have this sort of growth. They might possibly have had this before training. A pure blood human that was not trained from birth should not be able to grow this strong, this fast. It was a mystery.

"My only hypothesis on this would have to do with that minor bio-regenerative upgrade you have. It's causing you to progress much faster than the average pure blood human." stated the woman.

Scott looked at the read-out and tried to recall whether he had known about that before. She had mentioned something about him having a slightly higher healing factor than was normal, before. Yet, he did not know think that she had called it a bio-regenerative upgrade. "Is that new?”

“No, you had a slightly higher healing facility before. There was no sign of genetic anomalies, and it was minor at best. Yet, even that effect seems to have increased to a minor degree since your hospital visits.”

“I see. So, is the higher growth due to my body healing faster, clear toxins and all that?" he asked, guessing at her meaning.

"I don’t really know. The enhanced healing is minor. It looks like the sort of thing that might knock a few days off of an extensive hospital stay, but nothing more. Your stamina might return more quickly than before, but actual injuries would still take time to heal. In a way it's like you have a minor gift, but you do not have the right genetic markers for that.”

"Hmm.” Scott took a moment to let all of that sink in. Pirouette acted like he was some sort of freak of nature, but he was still the weakest person on the team if you did not count his absurdly overpowered spell. Most demi-humans would not develop a power that could do that much raw damage until they hit their mid-thirties, level-wise. Given the situation, he could not let himself feel any sort of pride about being stronger than a normal man.

His opponents had power that scaled with the energy that they absorbed. There might be an upper level for the small fries, but if they were to run into one of the actual hunter-killers things could go south very quickly.

A true soldier, or hunter, Fiend would probably be several times stronger. Dark Generals would be stronger still. There was ample free life-energy to steal if you counted all of the wild demi-humans in the woods. They would be stupid if they did not avail themselves of that resource.

He could not be sure at the moment since they had only fought two Fiends. However, when you considered the drastic increase in power for the water-fiend when you compared it to Creamy, the difference was obvious. Both of those Fiends were probably in the same tier, too. They were low-tier energy gatherers. If the empire operated like the stories he wrote, there were four fiend tiers, a dark general tier, and then the queen. There was also the alien intelligence that empowered them all, a creature that slumbered until enough energy was gathered for it to completely awaken.

"Any clue why I seem to be immune to energy draining attacks?" he asked.

"I honestly can't tell you." she said, while chewing her bottom lip in an adorable manner. His resistance really did not make much sense when you looked at the numbers.

Scott sighed. There were more and more questions, and never enough answers for them.

"Anyway, can we get back to the reason why we're here... the spell?" she asked lightly.

Scott stopped musing about the situation. "Yeah, I’ll give it a try. I'd like to know more about it anyway."

He wandered back over to the box and glanced at her. A moment later she nodded her head.

Scott took a deep breath and raised his hands. He hoped to find some answers about this mystery at least. Was it really as strong as it looked? His energies began to and focusing on the task at hand as he began the vocal portion of the spell.

~Darkness is calling

The heart cries out

The spirit is willing

It’s ready to shooout!~

"BLACK METAL!" roared the man.

Just as it had three times before, the world became completely still. The sound of energy rising in the background worked in tandem with the black lightning that arced from his body. It crackled then snapped around to form into a sphere of energy in front of his hands. The pressure began to build to an uncontrollable degree.

When the sphere had grown to a point that the power could no longer be contained it launched forward, while unleashing the customary sound of an electric guitar. *Zwaaahn-waaa-aroooowne!*

The dark energy shot out of him with the force of a cannon. He was blown off his feet by the power of the blast. The black ball lightning raced across the training room and slammed into the training dummy with incredible force.

Scott staggered a little as he felt his strength leaving him, but after a few seconds the effect ended. He rose to his feet. That was certainly faster recovery than before.

Analise comically widened her eyes once again when she saw the collected data came up on the screen. "How?"

Scott wobbled over to her to see what she was looking at and joined her in the comical eye widening.

"Attack power one-forty-five?" he asked her curiously. He had expected it to have at least a moderately-high to high rating. He was right.

What had caused his eye widening was the information gathered beyond that fact. The spell seemed to have a separate effect besides raw damaging force. There was a moderate strength gravity element based anti-life effect among other things.

The training dummy was designed to take the rough equivalent of a thousand health points of damage. Scott's ball of black energy had knocked around six hundred of those out of the dummy. The anti-life effect worked to destroy a good portion of the life force of the target before the destructive force of the attack hit fully. It would be like getting hit by an extremely high-voltage cannonball that also performed a life drain attack and a crushing gravity effect. Really, more like being hit by an anti-life meteor.

"No wonder, you feel so tired afterwards. That spell utilizes more than just your magical energy." said Analise a moment later.

Scott stared at the screen for a moment and noticed that his health had declined by a large percentage. However, he could not find his mana stat. Was it there earlier? He had not paid attention to it since he was so focused on the attributes.

One thing caught his attention right away. “What happened to my mana?”

Analise sighed. The readings were stranger than she thought. “It is as I believed. When I checked your ERI recently, I noticed an impossible change in your etheric matrix. You no longer have a differentiated mana stream.”

“What does that mean?”

The professor shook her head. “Your spiritual force has merged with your vitality.”

The man looked down at the stat screen. " What?"

The dark elf in disguise pointed at the screen then looked at Scott. “Your spell can only be used by someone who has the ability to perfectly blend their innate vitality with their spiritual power to make a unified energy field. You power your spell with your life force.”

"Geez, I’m killing myself every time I use It." said the man uncomfortably.

"Only a little. If you used only your vitality, you would be in serious trouble. However, the spell draws directly on the power of your soul and uses your vitality as some sort of control channel. At least we know what sharply increased your statistics”.

“Really? So, that’s why my stats are increasing faster than a normal human?”

She tapped her chin briefly then nodded. “I think so. When you use the spell you should feel incredibly weak for a short while, but because of the power of your soul constantly flowing instead of being static, it will rapidly regenerate your life force and stamina. If you use too much, you might pass out; or take severe internal damage, but you would probably heal if you aren’t attacked.”

"I felt weak and tired, but I do not feel like I am going to pass out like before." he asked.

"Well, that would not doubt be due to the fact that your life force is growing steadily. At your skill level you probably can’t control the full might of this spell. I see indications that its power is directly derived to the amount of life force expended. The more life force you have, the stronger it will become.”

Scott shuddered. She had just made a statement that made him uncomfortable. The way she had said that made him feel like he was somehow similar to the Fiends that they were fighting. The only difference was that the power he used was his own, and not life stolen from something else.

“The good news is that using your spell frequently, but in safely moderated training, would allow you to increase your life force by a large amount. You could take more of a beating in the future. That would also allow you to train harder, which would increase your stats further.”

Scott made a curious sounding noise. While he did not really like the idea of using his life force as his energy source, the effects could not be denied. Right now, he had the most powerful attack of any member of his team outside of their guardian forms. Of course, a few more levels of training would allow them to easily outstrip him, even without the transformations.

His attack was a bit of a cheat in that it forced gravity based weakness effects, an energy draining effect, and lightning damage prior to the actual damaging force. That was probably the only reason that it had hurt the Fiend at all. A creature that used stolen life force as the nature of its existence would have serious trouble facing an attack that destroys life force.

A knock on the training room door caught their attention and Analise glanced at the window that popped up. It showed security camera footage of the door's assailant. "The guild leader of Oldtowne's Adventurer's guild?" she asked. She had easily recognized the man from the random meetings she had to go to in town.

"Oh, Aaron's here?" Scott asked curiously.

Analise blinked at him a moment wondering just when her charge had become acquainted with the guild leader to the extent that they were on a first name basis. Another knock come from the door, followed by a press on the door buzzer.

"Well, apparently he wants in.” she said, before walking over and tapping the door release button.

Aaron strode in wearing his customary traveling gear of muted forest colors, and a sword at his hip.

"Sup, man." said Scott off-handed, drawing a curious stare from Analise.

The much, much, older man chuckled heartily and then smiled. "Ah, I thought that I might still find you here, Sir Scott."

Scott smirked at the man, but then something about that statement caught his attention, "Excuse me, did you say Sir Scott?"

"Why, yes I did. Though, it is a bit premature true. You're technically only a squire right now, until you've managed to pass the initiation trial. Still, I have no fear that you'll fail." informed the man, much to the confusion of the two people present.

"Wait, are you saying the guild wants to grant Scott a writ of knighthood?" asked the naughty professor. She was a sharp one, that one.

Scott scrunched his eyebrows together and tried to understand what the hell they were talking about. What was this knighthood business?

"Yes, that is it exactly. They feel that with the way his team has personally defeated two of these so-called Fiends and saved dozens of innocent lives, that he no doubt merits the chance to attempt the trials."

"Um...” began Scott.

"Are you serious?!" snapped Analise. "He's a great fighter, and all, but he doesn't have the time in rank or the experience for that! He could be killed!" finished the woman. Her voice and heaving bosom were heavy with concern.

"Can someone...” began Scott again, but got cut off by Aaron.

"This is true, but considering that to date only three other guild teams have been a part of a battle with these strange demi-humans, and none of those teams managed to survive intact, the guild felt that he could manage it."

Scott raised his hand, hoping someone would notice and let him speak. Sadly, he continued to be ignored.

"Yes, that's true. But, he isn't a fully guilded adventurer! He has to pass his journeyman's test and become a full member." countered Analise.

Aaron smiled lightly at her and nodded, "True, but after he finishes the assignment he has here, he can undergo the testing, and once he passes with flying colors he can begin knight-in-training."

Scott jumped up and down in the background while waving his hands. He had resorted to foolishness in order to get their attention.

"Well, yes but...” said the Dark Elf hottie in disguise, a nervous tremor in her voice.

The older man nodded again, "I understand. It's really his decision though, no matter how some might feel about him...”

Neither man missed the mild pink coloring that arose upon her cheeks at that statement. Analise coughed gently then looked down at the stat screen. If they were not going to accept her professional advice she had work to do.

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Life was a funny thing, you know. One minute you are worried about whether or not you would be receiving a knighthood commission from a fantasy world bureaucracy, the next minute you would be baking a cake with a curvaceous girl.

“No, no! You have to do it like this, master.” Makina gently pulled on the pastry cream bag. A light stream of frosting slipped from the tip to lie upon the top of the cake that they had just baked.

She worked the bag with expert skill and soon the cake had been signed properly. It read, “Congratulations.”

Scott smiled at the girl while she put her heart and soul into her work. It was obvious that she loved to bake. He asked her about it.

Makina looked at her master and the bridge of her nose began to redden. “I have always liked to cook and bake. It’s one of the few things I remember from when my mother was alive.”

He reached over and clasped her hand gently. “That’s a good memory to hold onto.”

“Yeah.” She looked down at the hand that he had clasped, a gently smile upon her face.

Makina tilted her head to the left and her ears flicked down. A crafty expression arose upon her face and she stuck her finger into a bit of left over cake batter. She lifted it to her lips and kissed it off her fingers.

“You like to lick the bowl, too?”

“Hmm, did big sister tell you that?” asked Makina.

“Uh, no. What?” asked Scott. His mind was suddenly aflame with possibilities.

Makina raised her hands and made a warding gesture. “Nothing, nothing...”

Scott reached toward the bowl and said, “Maybe I want to lick the bowl, too.”

The girl released a soft growl, like a puppy defending a bone, and snatched the bowl away. “No, mine.”

“So mean!” said Scott playfully.

She stuck a finger into the bowl then popped it into her mouth. None for him.

“I want it.”

“Nope.” She grinned at him and hopped away when he reached for the bowl.

Scott chased her playfully around the kitchen until finally cornering her against the wall. “Now your batter shall be mine.”

“Never!” She held the bowl up and acquired a defiant expression.

They stood there for a short time, neither made a sound besides the soft intake of breath, while their eyes locked together. Scott leaned farther forward, pressing the girl against the wall. She did not resist, she did not even consider resisting.

Her master pressed against her and whispered into her ear. “I really can’t have any? Not even a taste.”

Makina’s face began to heat rapidly. Softly she replied, “No...”

He kissed her on the ear and her knees grew a little weak. Her ears were quite sensitive.

His hand slid down to her space between her thighs and he caressed her slowly over her shorts. “That’s fine. You can have all of the batter that you like.”

Makina gasped softly at the sensation of her master so sweetly caressing her maidenhood. He was so gentle, “Batter...”

Scott kissed her sweetly on the nose then looked her in the eyes. “Yes, I’ll let you have all the batter you want. But first...”

“First...” Her eyes began to glaze over with growing lust. She had not had a proper taming, ever. Her big sister made her feel wonderful but it was not the same as a truly human touch.

Scott’s fingers slid strongly against her thin cotton shorts, pressing into her sex and stroking the material of her panties against her seam. “First... I want to eat a piece of pie.”

Makina’s eyes widened and her thighs gently parted. What followed immediately after was a whirlwind of removed clothing of batter splatter, she had dropped the bowl, but soon they were both nearly naked. Scot had opted to wear a chef’s hat and kept his socks on because it was cold.

“Oh, you do bake a tasty pie, Makina.” said Scott.

The girl looked back at him while clutching at the corner of the kitchen table. She was lying atop the marble counter-top, breasts pressed to the cool material while her master had her hips in the air. Her thighs were around his neck, her tail draped across the side of his face. “I do...?”

Scott pressed his face into her soft mound and ran his tongue slowly along her sexy folds. She moaned softly in response, and her tail involuntarily wagged against his face.

He reached his hand across her body and gripped her left hip with his right hand, and ran his other hand down to grip her ponytail.

Makina could not believe how good it felt to have her master massage her pussy with his tongue. Big sister Nina had done that several times, and it had been great, but this was entirely different. She could feel a sort of heat and pressure that had not happened with Nina. Unknown to her, the intimacy level between her and her new master had grown and a true bond was forming.

She squealed suddenly when she felt a finger slide into her ass. That was always a surprise for her, but it also felt very good.

Scott purred against her then nibbled on her soft pink lips. Makina began to squirm and moan, her tail wagged against his face and her ears flicked up and down.

The heat and pressure building inside her were intense. The growing bond was stimulating her further, far beyond what would be normal. Her body grew hot and soft blue waves of electrical energy began to spark from her body.

A soft pink tongue invaded her mound. The invader slide as far into her as it could go then slowly massaged her there.

Her perky round ass jiggled as she squirmed. A series of low, sensual, moans escaped her lips as the crackle of etheric energy grew louder.

Scott slowly pulled away then made a happy little motorboat noise against her pussy that caused her ears to perk and her tail to fly up. “So tasty... but it isn’t a warm apple pie like I thought, is it?”

“Huh..?” Makina looked back at her master, face flush with excitement and arousal.

“You have a sweet cherry pie still, don’t you?”

Sudden realization swept across her face and she made a soft strangling noise. Slowly she nodded her head. Nina had tamed her well, but beyond her touch and the doctors professional manhandling, she had never really been with anyone.

Her old boyfriend had groped her, but she would not let him do more. He had his chance when she awakened, but he had dumped her.

He motor-boated her sweet pie once more then slid free of her thighs. “Mmm, the oven is preheated and the pie is set... are you ready for the whipped topping?”

She bit her lower lip then nodded. She did not trust her voice right now.

Scott slid two fingers into her pussy and caressed her for a moment. “Yep, just the right temperature to bake a cherry pie.”

She groaned softly and clenched around his fingers. Must her tease her so?

The guardian of friendship relaxed against his fingers and let him do as he wished. Her whole body felt like it was on fire and she had become so weak, so submissive.

He teased her slit with the head of his masculine pastry bag, and then casually slid it past her labial guardians and deep beyond the boundaries of the friend zone. He was entering into a five minute mission to boldly go where no man had gone before!

Makina gasped loudly and rolled her hips back. This feeling, what was this feeling!

Masculine hands gripped her curvaceous and pert ass cheeks then began to massage them while her master’s hips thrust forward. After a few experimental thrusts he began to move his hips in a slow rhythmic manner, like a spiral.

Makina’s strength returned with a vengeance. She clutched the edge of the table and cracked the marble between her

fingers. Loud panting sounds escaped her lips and she began to growl.

Scott slapped her lightly on the ass and said, “Bad girl.”

She yelped a little even as her pussy spasmed around his length. Discipline is love, you know.

Her master stopped massaging her ass and took further control. He reached one hand forward and gripped her ponytail.

He rolled it around his wrist and he pulled her head back. She complained a little at first but spasmed around his cock once more.

Scott gripped the base of her tail, pulled back on her hair, and started to deep stroke her beautiful cunt. His hips pounded forward and slid back, forward and back, in a rapid motion.

She started to cry and buck around his hips. Her breasts were rubbing against the marble table-top, and she started to crack the material with her hands once more.

The blue electrical current of bonding grew brighter. Waves of energy rolled off of their bodies. It was not long before the heightened pleasure that arose with the rise of an intimate bond caused them both to cry out in ecstatic bliss.

Scott exploded into her pussy with a torrent of hot, white, batter. Neither could stop, however. They kept going. Soon they both reached the height of orgasm once again and even more batter was injected into her sexy oven. Intimate energy flared around them as the bond full awoke and after a few minutes another stream of love burst into her engorged womb.

Makina had been infused with so much batter that it began to gush out of her with every stroke. In the end after they finished their love-making Scott said the obvious. “I was wrong about your pie, Makina.”

The girl dreamily asked, “Why?”

Scott smirked. “It’s obvious that the only proper pie for you is a cream pie.”

She looked back at him with an odd expression and he grinned like an idiot. She could not help but laugh, and soon they slid together once more, this time in a cuddle that no one would dare to disturb. If they did, she would punish them in the name of erotic baking.

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Author's Note: Come on you had to know how that would end. Ha ha.