A tour and an upgrade.

Many hours after the explicit activities had passed, in the midst of two of his companions sleeping away their lust induced states of **** fatigue, the human mage, the longest companion of the clay construct, and the Harengon fighter, both utterly sacked by Terran’s actions, leaving only the beefy elven beauty barely standing, but standing all the same, as stood from the messy heap of clay, ineffectually shaking herself clean from the blissful filth, as she walked over to Drako.

And then, as they stared at each other, Selera was the first to break the silence, “So, Terran, wanna look around the place? I made most of it myself…” Her words trailed off, as she sensed an assumedly negative reaction to the idea of the tour, but then Terran responded.

An odd smile appeared on the currently amorphous mass that was Terran’s face, as he spoke, “Yeah, let’s go… I’ll leave them with a bed…” As he said this, he split himself from the mass of clay beneath the slumbering duo, as he stood suddenly a hundred or so pounds lighter, before following behind the suddenly quite giddy elf, who’d begun skipping through the halls with his hand in her own, swiftly dragging him about the complex, showing off her creations with pride.

And, around forty minutes later, when Elyrah and Haruo had finally awoken, Drako was face to face with a construct of Selera’s creation. A steel construct of absurd scale, though it was confined to an absurdly tight space, unable to be utilized…

And then, as Selera saw Terran’s gaze upon the construct, she sighed, before sadly explaining, “This was a great deal of effort wasted, and even more materials… I tried for a fortnight to bring it to fruition, but it stays immobile regardless. Terran, I know you’re clay and all, but if you can work it into YOUR design, I’d love to see it…” Something in Selera’s tone and cadence suggested this had been her intention the entire time, but as the awoken duo had approached the two of them, Terran accepted.

Then, as Terran breathed in deeply, figuratively speaking, as he was still without lungs, he reclaimed the mass he’d left behind for slumber, and he engulfed the construct of steel. But he was left wondering to himself, how would he **** it enough to incorporate it into his structure? How would clay overtake steel? But then he remembered the words of the apparition of his creator… What would a living being do? What would having life distinctly grant a construct? The first day Terran had lived, truly lived, he’d spent protecting his creator. That was the first day he took his life into his own hands, and then he failed. He failed her and he failed himself…

And Terran wouldn’t lose again. Not now, or ever again in the future. And with that intention, that ceaseless desire to succeed, Terran’s form shifted, altering itself in a manner so utterly incomprehensible, not a soul that witnessed it could comprehend a single second of the absurdity.

Terran’s form, one of clay, for as long as he could remember, began incorporating the steel, but not in the intended manner, but directly transforming the clay of the entirety of his form into an absurd mixture, steelish clay, a silver tint shining through his form, as well as shards and shreddings of of steel flakes, which Terran intentionally kept intact for future fights against foes he didn’t really care to keep alive, or intact…

And then, as Terran saw the absurd changes his body had undergone, he breathed in, truly… But not through lungs of any kind, but through every pore of his being, and for the first time, he smelt the air surrounding him, the sensual bliss slowly fading from his range, and then, he smelt the steel which encompassed his form, as he breathed out a heavy cloud of steel flakes, which he then stepped forward and reclaimed, before turning to Selera, and showing a thumbs up on his now steely monstrous form.

And then, he half jokingly asked, “Got anymore?” Before walking away smugly, though only slightly, as he hoisted Elyrah atop his shoulders, taking even greater care than before to maneuver every sharp particle away from her fragile form, as she laid upon his now harder, but even cooler exterior, falling asleep once more, as Terran and Haruo followed Selera to a door.