In the back seat with an incredibly powerful dragoness mage.

As much as Pascal was tempted by sitting up front with the four-breasted, muscular, comforting minotauress driver... he was even more tempted by the mystery in the back seat. "I'll take my chances," he said with a breathy chuckle as he reached for the back right passenger door, giving Muu a glance to make sure it was alright.

Muu shrugged in resignation, though Pascal didn't get the sense that she was angry or disappointed at him - it was more of a shrug like 'I gave you fair warning.' "Goddess-speed," she said, and opened the door to climb into the driver's seat of the electric taxi.

Pascal opened his door and climbed inside, and immediately he noticed that the back seat was cramped as hell. There was barely enough room for him to squeeze in and shut the door behind him, because the rest of the back seat was taken up by the bulk of a grumpy-looking draconic woman. Even with the women Pascal had encountered already, the dragoness was an imposing figure with a dramatic hourglass, both oozing sex appeal and carrying an aura of immense power both physical and supernatural. Her scales were midnight black, but in the light shining into the taxi, they glittered with an iridescent navy blue sheen. She was dressed in what seemed to be a comfy robe, closed loosely around the front of her bust as it pressed up against the driver's seat, one nipple basically invading the space between the front seats. She had a long neck ending in a draconic muzzle, razor-sharp scales framing her maw, her expression condescending and frustrated, probably from having her head pressed against the ceiling. It occurred to Pascal that this dragoness was so squished-in that it was clear that a woman of her stature and attitude would never take a taxi like this... unless there was a special human-sized reason to do so.

The dragoness glanced at him out of the corner of one icy-blue reptilian eye. "Hmph. So this is the human of prophecy. Not exactly a paragon of masculinity. Barely an adult, I see."

"Prophecy...?" Pascal echoed, still staring in awe and lust, letting the criticisms roll off his shoulders. He was far more interested in that he hadn't heard anything about a prophecy.

"Ain't nothin' to worry yer head about," Muu explained from up front. She activated what seemed to be a fingerprint lock, and the taxi's electric engine whirred to life. "It wasn't a super-specific prophecy. Just, y'know, 'the first human male in centuries will arrive in Nestledeep at some unknown time,' that sorta thing."

"A prophecy that still came true," the dragoness muttered, rebuking Muu's dismissal. "And everyone who's anyone knows that the mere possibility of that being true is half the reason our interstellar guests went to the trouble of establishing a presence here. And they would conquer the planet for that reason alone if we let them." She glanced at Pascal again with that piercing, commanding gaze. "Still, the fact that he's a mere boy... Malleable in his way... I wonder if that will be a boon for our cause, or a curse?"

The fact that she was scheming about him to his face said a lot about how much she thought of him. But then again, this was exactly the kind of obscenely powerful female he found himself attracted to and fantasizing about. The mere chance that he might make an impression on her was too good to pass up. "I-I'm Pascal," he greeted, reaching out a hand and nearly cracking his voice.

The dragoness didn't shake his hand with one of her clawed ones. "I know," she replied simply. "All the major players were scrying your position by the time you got your pants down. Every Goddess, all the Queens, and - most importantly - all the members of the Council of Dragons."

Muu audibly stifled a sigh. In the rear-view mirror, Pascal could see her roll her eyes after they stopped at an intersection. He briefly glanced out the window to see other busty women in electric cars waiting at the stop light while even more busty exotic women used the crosswalk.

The dragoness cleared her throat to drag his attention back to her. "Of which I am the Chief. The wealthiest, the most knowledgeable, the longest-lasting. You may call me... Sapphira."

With a snort, Muu commented, "Wow, that's the shortest introduction Ah've ever had the pleasure of hearin' a dragon-lady say."

"I'm keeping it simple for our poor, overwhelmed human friend," Sapphira snapped to the front before glancing down at Pascal again. "Let us cut to the chase. We're here in this same... ugh, 'vehicle'... because we're both heading to the Tower. I have some minor business there, but I'm here with you because I have reason to believe that when given a choice between us and our alien neighbors, you chose the latter."

"I was wonderin' why someone like you was in a rush to get in mah car..." Muu grumbled.

Pascal gulped. He was always a sucker for spy games, but he wondered how deep the skullduggery went in this fantasy/sci-fi mashup world. Were they reading his thoughts? Were they spying on him while he was getting Scarlet's explanation that this was all a dream-fantasy for his benefit?

His wrist quietly beeped and glowed. With a tap, he brought up the Halo communicator screen. There was a message from the Scarlet Consort, with a teasing profile picture at the top of her sticking her tongue out at him. [I'm not about to let the lovely ladies of your fantasy world get an existential crisis if you don't want them to, and I know you don't by default! Even if the obvious is staring them in the face, even if you blurt something out, they won't notice or care. As always, don't worry about it and have fun!]

"If you must know, that SQUISH toy isn't as secure as she thinks she is... especially when her security is compromised by a surge of pleasure," Sapphira explained, a slight smirk pulling her thick scaly lips up and revealing a row of gleaming-white sharp teeth.

"So..." Pascal glanced out the window, then back at Sapphira. "Are you... What are you trying to do here?"

"Making the case for the women of Gaia," she replied matter-of-factly. "I'd like to make the case that you made an uninformed choice, picking the Paizurians over us. I'd like to... demonstrate our advantages."

"Hey!" Muu finally shouted towards the back. "Ah'm just tryin' to do mah job here. Don't go messin' up mah car with your magic, or Ah'll... Ah'll call upon the Goddess Bovina to smite you on the spot!"

The dragoness laughed aloud at the threat. "You do that and we'll see who Bovina supports: A runt of the family who chose not to follow her mother and sisters into the ranks of Bovina's Paladins, or one of her Holy Temple's largest contributors of gold."

"Ah'm serious," Muu insisted, but her voice had fallen flatter. Pascal felt sorry for her - he certainly knew the feeling of going a different way than your family.

"I won't do anything I can't undo - and you should know well that my power is unmatched," Sapphira stated. She raised a clawed hand in front of Pascal's face, and a sparkling blue light gathered in her palm. "Magic is the power of change, my dear Pascal. The power to assert your will over reality itself. Even with all their technology, the Paizurians cannot reckon with Gaian magic." The light intensified in her hand, which she closed her clawed fingers around in a fist and then tossed towards the front of the car.

There was a bright flash of blue light, forcing Pascal to cover his eyes. The first thing he noticed was wind gusting across his body. Then the feeling of the road rattling his seat more acutely. When he opened his eyes and blinked away the sunlight, he realized the taxi cab had been transformed.

Instead of an electric car, Sapphira and Pascal were seated atop a grand carriage, carved from the finest wood and gilded in the same midnight black and blue of the dragoness herself. Up at the front of the carriage in the driver's perch was Muu, who instead of turning a steering wheel was now holding reins connected to two busty centaur women pulling the carriage across the pavement. The centaur women were dressed in imposing armor, also colored the black-and-blue that represented Sapphira.

Muu gasped and sputtered, then turned on the dragoness in a rage. "Hey! What did Ah say?!"

The dragoness in question was stretching out, now that she had much more room to enjoy. She even wrapped an arm around Pascal and pulled him against her side, smooshing his cheek against her immense robe-covered sideboob. "A mere taste of what thousands of years of Gaian knowledge can do. It can even addle the weak-minded and enhance their bodies."

She waved a hand towards Muu, who suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide as blue light filled them. In another flash, she was transported to the front of the carriage, in place of the two centaur women. She let out a deep moan as her body glowed with light and began to grow upwards and outwards - boobs swelling and spraying milk, muscles swelling and flexing, hips widening, height climbing, voice deepening. With a triumphant roar, the now mini-giantess of a minotauress burst out of her tattered pants and shoes, and gladly forgot about them as she grabbed the reins and started pulling the carriage behind her like a beast of burden, smiling and mooing in pleasure as she did so without another care in the world.

"All that with but a gesture and a thought," Sapphira proclaimed proudly. "The Paizurians have devices and machines that can do some of this, it's true, but we have the power to command mind and matter to do our bidding. Wouldn't you rather spend some time with us? Perhaps you could begin to learn this power for yourself..." She craned her long neck down towards his head, her serpentine tongue grazing the top of his hair. "...and fuck all the tits you want~...!"

Naturally, Pascal was both extremely intimidated and aroused. Growth, control, luxury at a snap of the finger... Sure enough, Sapphira was playing to his greedy instincts. He just kind of wished that Muu didn't have to be a victim in all this... If he'd had that power, he wouldn't have used it like this, that was for sure.

Pascal suddenly felt a warm, soft presence. Time seemed to slow down around him as the air around them was filled with light, and... the scent of milk, so potent he could taste it on the wind.

Then he heard a voice in his head, that was somehow both a cow mooing and a motherly woman's pleading simultaneously. My prodigal daughter is crying out in her mind for salvation. Yet the dragon is a powerful foe I do not anger lightly. I leave the decision in your hands, blessed human. Shall I intervene, and teach this tyrant a small lesson?

Bovina...? Pascal thought in great confusion. He was filled with a warm feeling, like he'd just drank a bellyful of the warmest, richest milk, the aftertaste lingering on his tongue despite it being dry. He could almost feel four ghostly breasts rubbing against his hard cock, bigger than he could imagine in this heated moment. There was no mistaking it. A Goddess was speaking to him.