The rat-women crawled across the make-shift bed towards me, looks of passion covering them like they were deep in heat. I was barely able to move even the slightest bit of my own accord, and due to the magic that was manipulating me I was helpless to even voice any kind of complaint. I desperately struggled to keep my arm and hand from reaching out to grasp the breast of the over 8-foot-tall white Rattan female, but to no avail.

Just as my fingers on my right hand began to sink into the soft fur and supple flesh of the white-Rattan’s left breast, there was a massive knock on the door behind us. The five advancing rat-people paused and tried to ignore the endless banging that was trying to keep them from claiming their prize, but eventually they caved and dressed themselves. The tallest of the Rattan females, the white one with five horns made of raw magicite crystal, snapped her fingers on her left hand and her staff materialized in her right hand. Tapping the staff onto the ground, a spell covered the bed that I was on, obscuring both it and me from view with a rippling translucent field.

I managed to let out a sigh of relief that I had been spared from what would have come and silently thanked whoever or whatever was now pounding on the door like a suicidal madman.

The door finally opened and a relatively tall (for regular Rattan) Rat-person entered in a hurry, only to be lifted into the air, chocking nearly to death. Not held aloft by a hand, but instead by magic, the grey-furred Rattan male’s bones audibly cracked as his arms and legs were twisted and contorted. His fur began to burn away until his skin underneath was shown. The torment continued as green cracks spread out like spiderwebs from various parts of his body and only after the Rattan male had screamed in agony for what felt like an eternity did his limbs return to normal and the green cracks vanish.

The now furless Rattan male prostrated and scraped, begging for forgiveness and mercy, but his pleas were silenced as the white-furred female ground his face into the floor with her foot. After further humiliating the male for a while longer, she kicked it across the room. The diminutive male slammed into the stone wall with a sickening crunch before more sounds of bone and flesh mending were heard, evidently saving his life. Once the ‘healing’ was done, the male was once again flung across the room with magic, landing in front of the females before quickly begging and scraping before them.

“What-what is so important that our meeting-fun need-needed to be interrupted?!”

The deep, yet highly feminine and sensual voice of the leader of the five female Rattan boomed throughout the room. Her words were laced with not only magic, but various other skills and abilities that I was familiar with from the game.

Among the skills being used were Regal Authority, Succubus’ Charm, Higher-Tiered Intimidation and more. The powers were layered over each other to form a force that the Rattan male could not stand against.

“WELL?! Speak-talk quickly!”

The white-furred one was obviously enraged that she and the other four had been interrupted, and they all had looks that could kill. They each were emitting a heavy dose of lethal intent, and the level of bloodthirst in the air was seriously preventing the poor furless Rattan from even telling them why he had come. Eventually the terrified little Rattan managed to stammer out one word.

“Dwarves….”

It was at that moment that the sound of an explosion ripped through the tunnels and reached the room we were in. The white-furred one clicked her tongue and kicked the male Rattan out the door. She peered over her shoulder back at me before tapping her staff on the ground. Several summoning circles appeared in the room and from them came creatures that I recognized. The beings summoned were only able to be summoned by the End Boss of the final Mythic+ Raid in the 4th expansion. It was only then that I realized who each of the four unknown Rattan women were.

The five females were as follows.

Skwiik Face-stealer from the Mythic+ Raid, ‘The Verminous Assassinorum’.

Rippa Steelwhiskers from the Mythic+ Raid, ‘The Rat War’.

Grima Greasegears from the Mythic+ Raid, ‘Fatal Engines’.

Snikty Cut-sew from the Mythic+ Raid, ‘The Flesh-Shaper’s Pit’.

And finally, the End Game boss for the whole expansion itself.

Chuu Snowfur from the Mythic+ Raid, “Ascension of the Vermin-Queen’.

All of them looked radically different from what they looked like in-game. They were taller, more humanoid and, in all but Grima’s case, busty beyond any normal reason. Their fully dressed attire looked like what one might expect from a sexy cosplayer, not what their original outfit looked like. Chuu was not wearing the flowing and heavy robes from the game, but rather a skimpy, borderline lingerie ensemble of mostly dominatrix-like leather/ cloth with a few metal pieces thrown in for good measure. Instead of her in-game staff, she held one far larger with a magicite crystal that looked to be an oversized Dwarven skull held in place by strings made of pure magic.

In fact, each of the ‘Fearsome Five’ as they were called by players, wore attire more suited to one of those older games, like Terra or one of those old JRPGs where heavy female armor was basically just a bikini made of several metal plates and some cloth. Even Skwiik’s coverings were more designed to accentuate her features while also keeping her sizable bust from bouncing around. Rippa, the one who was supposed to be the frontline fighter of the group, was wearing mostly leather and chainmail with some spiky and serrated metal parts at various places aside from the breastplate designed to not only protect her chest but also restrict it.

Snikty was basically a slutty nurse with her attire stained with stuff I didn’t even want to guess the identity of. And as for Grima? Grima was inside what appeared to be a powered exoskeleton, much like the ones used by the UN, just with more brass, sinister looking attachments and glowing pieces of refined magicite crystal.

Another explosion shook the tunnels and the sound of a collapse was heard.

“Rippa, Skwiik, Snikty, Grima!”

Chuu yelled out towards the other four. Her face was contorted with rage and malice as her glowing green eyes burst into emerald flames. Her mouth twitched before a sadistic grin slipped out.

“Kill-die… KILL-DIE EVERTYTHING! NO MERCY! NO RETREAT! NO SURRENDER FOR THE RACES! KILL-DIE THEM ALL!... Wait… NO! BRING-DELIVER THEIR HEAD-LEADER TO ME! ALIVE! NOW-NOW!”

The other four members of the Rattan Ruling Council made a slight bow before rushing off to deal with the Dwarven threat. Chuu was shaking with rage as her tail violently swished around like the thrashing of a Kraken’s tentacles. Eventually the sounds of explosions died away as the sound of Rattan feet rushing through the tunnels replaced it. The reinforced door slowly closed on its own, before the audible sound of the locks falling into place rang out, snapping Chuu out from her hatred-induced trance.

She slammed her staff down on to the floor with force enough to crack it and a greenish mist flooded out from the cracks in the ground. The mist filled the whole room and eventually the forms of what I assumed to be invisible Dwarves could be seen as the mist clung to them and made their transparent bodies stand out like sore thumbs.

The invisibility faded and about 7 dwarven rogues made themselves known.

“Damn. Didn’t expect to die this way…”

“Remember the mission. Death here is a preferable alternative to the deaths of our kin and King.”

“Aye. Ye speak the truth.”

The Dwarves reached into their cloaks and puled something, but before they could fully do so they were held in place by the same magic that had robbed me of my free will. Looks of terror slowly creeped across what little was visible of the faces of the Dwarves as Chuu snapped the fingers on her left hand and the suicide vests beneath the cloaks of the Dwarven Rogues teleported off of them. Chuu looked at the vests for a while before once again snapping her fingers, teleporting the vests away.

She laughed at the Dwarven Rogues before cocking her head.

“How many times did you think to try that? How many times did you try it? Too many to count, that is how many. You Dwarves need-need to think of better assassination styles. Little Skwiik thought of that method centuries before you tried it for the first time!”

The Dwarven Race had a resistance to magic, but even they could barely respond to what was controlling them.

“Where…?”

One of the Dwarven Rogues managed to stammer out a single word. Chuu giggled before levitating the Dwarf who spoke into the air and into her face. She leaned over to his ear and spoke in a whisper that everyone could hear.

“What do The Races do with mail they don’t want? Return! To! Sender!”