Prologue: Wishing upon Falling Stars

Meili
The nubile entertainer stared up at the falling stars longingly playing the song she had been practicing all of her life. Meili had been chosen by Her Majesty the Phoenix Empress when she was only eight years old. She along with dozens of other girls had been raised in cloistered seclusion, drilled endlessly in the arts of serenity, beauty, and pleasure. Within The House of The Pure Rose the girls were trained for one purpose and one purpose only, to be an object of desire, a living work of art capable of providing endless joy to their owner. It was not an easy life and many of the girls washed out. Meili did not know what happened to them, but she knew that it would be better to die than fail in her duty to The Empress.

When Meili turned eighteen she was chosen to be among a few select girls who were to be given special training to make her worthy of serving one of the great dragons. It was explained to her that The Dragonfall was a few months away, it was her mission, her duty, to prepare herself for that hallowed night. Prepare to offer herself to the Great Dragon as a display of the sophistication and beauty of Her Majesty's domain.

Meili tried to lose herself in her music and forget about the sunset performance. She along with all of the other tributes had danced before the assembly of nobles. She could feel the way their eyes pawed at her, especially General Feng. The ancient dragon chose to show his age whenever he appeared in human form, always in the company of his neko concubines. The old dragon licked his lips before licking his pets, the man's gaze never leaving her body as she moved. <soon.> Meili heard in her head, the courtesan almost missed a step from the surprise of having her mind invaded telepathically. <Once the sun rises on a new age, you will be mine. Do not kid yourself, The Greater Dragon hears millions of wishes. You are not going anywhere, except my bath house.>

Meili had burst into tears once she was back in the privacy of her cell. Though she was still a virgin, Meili had spent the last few months studying the arts of love and learning what was expected of her in the bedroom. The idea of doing that with a monster that chooses to make himself that disgusting. It made Meili nauseous, It made Meili want to leap out the window with her scarf around her neck. Instead, Meili did was the was trained to do, Meili played her Guzheng and sang a ballad of love to the falling stars.

As her voice filled the night air, Meili felt her body begin to tingle. The girl was shocked to see her skin was glowing purple. <That was beautiful, You are beautiful. I cannot in good conscience let such a lovely creature as yourself fall into the clutches of such a beast of a man, come> Meili is shocked to see a portal open in front of her. <It is me of Feng, make your choice. > Meili hesitated for a moment, but only a moment, before she stepped through the portal into the unknown.

Gronma
The orc girl wiped the tears from her eyes and looked up at the falling stars. The girl could not imagine how life could get any worse. The orc girl looked at the petals growing out of her clitoral button. The mark that she had come of age and that she was still a virgin. It had been six months. SIX WHOLE MONTHS! Six months of dancing naked around the fire light with all of the unclaimed girls and the tribe's breeding slaves. It was her duty to give birth to at least one liter of robust and hardy orcs before one of the tribe's warriors could try to stake a claim on her and make Gronma their brood-wife.
Like all orcesses, Gronma had dreamed of being chosen by a strong, virile orc warrior to carry his brood and take her place among the tribe's matriarchs. Then Gronma blossomed and to everyone's shock and horror, Gronma's maturation was stunted. The orc girl was barely six feet tall. Her breasts were barely the size of grapefruits, she physique was that of a girl who could barely bench four hundred pounds. All of the girls snickered as she walked by. The men simply laughed as she displayed herself in the mating dance. The worst was her father. The chief was relying on Gronma to find a strong man to carry on their clan legacy. Gronma had been raised to believe that it was her duty to give birth to the future chief of her tribe. Now, Gronma believed that such a thing would be impossible, for what orc would want to give their prime seed to a stunted creature like her?
For awhile, Gronma thought that she could overcome her deformity if she could put on the most amazing dance the tribe had ever seen. She had spent months preparing in secret with Geflynin, her father's elf ****. The girl had been entertaining the tribe for millennia with her body. The elf taught Gronma all she knew of grace and how to use her delicate features to her advantage. "The men of fallen Teldanor would have given their whole estates to have a beauty like you at their side." The elf woman would tell the orcish princess.
Gronma always laughed and rolled her eyes. "That is sweet of you to say." The orc princess said as she put her armlets on. "I wish I could believe it." Gronma checked herself over in the mirror, her jewelry jingling as she moved. "Wish me luck."
The stars began to fall and the maidens and whores danced for the warriors. Gronma had only gotten thirty seconds into her dance before Ulfgehr let out a belch that caused the whole tribe to burst out laughing. "Seriously? What infernus begotten boogie woogie is that?" The beer bellied orc said. "Does Princess Gronma think she is an elf? 'Quick! cast haste, here comes Gronma The Chaste, she wants to drain your primal seed, leave you with stunties for all to see...' " The rest of the tribe joined in the song. Gronma looked to her father, but all she saw in his eyes was disappointment.

Gronma ran off into the night and collapsed on the side of a hill and cried as quietly as she could manage. The orc princess looked up into the sky and wished that she could really be as beautiful as Geflynin said she was. "I would give anything for that." Gronma said to the descending dragon eggs.
<Anything is a very powerful word.> Gronma heard someone say inside her head. <but if you really mean it...> A shimmering portal opened in front of the orc princess. <...then come along. I cannot wait to pluck those petals.> Gronma's eyes went wide. The end of her virginity was on the other side of that mystical gateway, the orc teen practically stumbled over herself as she leapt through the portal.

Bonius
Archmage Bonius had spent the better part of a decade preparing for this night. This was his last chance. For over three centuries Bonius had been regarded as one of the finest practitioners of magic in the whole of Andor, if not the world. humans, elves, and countless others from every race that had the spark of magic had traveled to Cendor's premier academy for the mystical and military arts & sciences with the hopes of being selected to become the apprentice of the only living mortal to have mastered every legendary spell recorded in The Book of Five Circles. When people asked him how he mastered the most complex of spells so easily, the old man would shrug and reply with some variation of "I just apply axiomantic principles and work it out from there." Such replies often come punctuated by archmage pulling his pipe out from his robe and blowing smoke rings in the face of person asking that stupid question for the twelve millionth time.

In his quest to find a mortal worthy and able to master Bonius's groundbreaking new school of magic Bonius had invented after having a eureka moment in his understanding of the relationship between Motonic Flux and Deep Source theory, Bonius had had a few hopefuls, but no success. So far, only a handful of gods and some of the elder dragons which Bonius corresponded with on the astral plane were capable of even coming close to comprehending the fundamental theories of axiomancy. Bonius's books had won several awards, and his colleagues all said that his equations had revolutionized their whole approach to mana-patterning. But for all that, none of them really got it. When Bonius would give his lectures, it was clear that he was talking over everyone's heads. The questions he would receive, even from the most distinguished warlocks and wizards would sound as juvenile and superficial as anything asked by a first-year. It had been that way for a hundred and fifty years. Bonius knew that he only had so much time left. The one student who had really, really, grasped the nuanced relationship between The Primordial Energies and The Mana Flux Effect had turned out to possess a soul as twisted as the gods she worshipped. That relationship had ended with a duel that left a mark on more than just the archmage's body.

The archmage spent countless sleepless nights imagining what would happen to his legacy once he was gone? Who would continue his work, expand his theories, popularize axiomancy? What would happen to The Republic? Most people had no idea how many times Cendor has faced catastrophe and survived by the skin of its teeth because he, along with the other Jedaks, were there to stop Andea's zealots from carrying out some fanatical scheme, or Ordin trying to submerge the whole world into his domain, or that time old Tchzinnie almost broke through from The Outerside. That time Bonius really had had the fate of every man, woman, and child in the world on his shoulders. Bonius knew that he must find an apprentice. The fate of the world depended on it.

Bonius chanted, swaying his arms about, the archmage entered a trance-like state. He sent his spirit with a arcane petition for The Great Dragon. The one being who Bonius knew could grant his wish and deliver unto him a buxom young apprentice with a mind and physique ideal for mastering Bonius's schools of magic.
<How about four.> Bonius heard in his head. <So here is the deal. I have found four young women who fit your criteria. I can bring you to them, but it will cost you everything.> Bonius's eyes opened to see a portal appear in front of him. <You step through this portal, and you become my vassal. Your secrets are my secrets, your powers, mine to command. I want to understand your magic as much as you want your magic understood.>
Bonius contemplated what futures might come from stepping through the portal, then he remembered the feeling of the The Mad Destroyer inside of his mind and archmage Bonius stepped through the portal.

Ilithyia
It was only natural that the dragonfall would happen on the night of Ilithyia's eighteenth birthday. She knew that she was special. Her parents, the baron and baroness had always proclaimed it in court and all of the knights, mages, and nobles in the court said that it was true. Ilithyia was officially the most beautiful girl in all of Arnexas, which was as far as her Daddy held sovereignty. Ilithyia knew that, unofficially, she was the most beautiful nubile in the whole Republic of Cendor. She had spent been to enough salons, galas, and grand balls to know that none of the other ladies even came close to capturing gazes the way Ilithyia could. It was not hard for the girl to imagine that she was the most lovely lady living on the continents.
Her 18th birthday had been a grand event. She had danced with all the most eligible young noblemen. Enjoying the warm smiles behind the courtly masques. As much fun as it was to twirl around in her dress and gossip with the other girls about, Ilithyia was looking forward to ditching her corset and getting her chance to perform her cumfesta.
"So, did you hear? Grustin got a 7.8 on his M.A.T.s 10.1 on the raw power, I guess his spell mastery brought him down, but knowing any spells after only being sparked for a few weeks is impressive." Zelissa said as she downed a flute of champagne while her eyes seemed to devour one of the collared humans serving pigs in a blanket. "Is he yours?" The daughter of the count of Viznoth asked Ilithyia.
"I think Daddy rented him for the festivities. He does look like a feisty buck." Ilithyia said, her hand subconsciously brushing her navel ring. Though she had been wearing her xenaria for a few days now, tonight was the first night she was officially a nubile entitled to wear the blessed prophylactic.
Gherbin, Daddy's butler, approached Ilithyia and discretely informed her that now was the time for her to change.

Ilithyia was relieved to be able to breath again as she stripped out of her clothes and allowed the maids, both free and collared, to wash and oil her body before adorning her with the ornate jewelry. Her earring alone cost more than what most commoners made in a years wages, and they were the least impressive thing she wore, the enchanted armlet which amplified her libidinous energies cost more than it had cost to put on the ball by a factor of six. "I remember when I was your age. I was so excited, then terrified, then excited again when I saw who my first was going to be.
"Just remember, whoever comes through that door tonight, the gods will be watching." Ilithyia's mother flicked the belly ring which protected her daughter from unwanted disease and pregnancies, the gods' blessed protection which rewarded ladies by converting erotic power into fungible mana and collecting it for the woman's benefit. "Give Them In Heaven something worth watching."
As she danced surrounded by her beautiful attendants, both free and collared while wearing nothing but jewelry and gossamer which left nothing to the imagination. Ilithyia could see people's jaws dropping. She watched men fall under her spell as she sang, danced, and played her cumfesta performances. She could see them as their hearts pounded while her body moved to the choreography, their eyes betraying their deep need to possess her as her melodies rang through the hall. Ilithyia reveled the way they were transfixed on her every movement as the bow of her violin raced across the strings faster than she could think. The most beautiful 18 year old noble girl took a bow in her metal bikini as the crowd got to their feet and cheered congratulations on the most amazing cumfesta of the season.

Ilithyia was escorted to her chambers where she began to prepare herself. While she washed alone, downstairs the richest and most powerful men in the Republic were bidding the privilege of turning Ilithyia from a girl into a woman. Mommy and Daddy had refused to tell their daughter who was going to win. "That would spoil the surprise, but be sure, we know who is going to win, and we are sure that you are going to be very satisfied." The Baron had told his daughter.
Ilithyia looked at herself in the mirror dressed in a shear white robe that left nothing to the imagination, her body adorned with her enchanted armlet and belly ring, her private parts anointed with enchanted oils. She smiled at herself as she realized that this was it. This was The Moment, The Peak. It was all downhill after this. Sure, she had the academy to look forward to, and being 18, she was old enough to party in Haavwhore's temple. But she knew that before long, Daddy and Mommy would arrange her marriage, she would be expected to produce a half dozen or so children, and then live the life of a baroness, tea parties, and garden parties, and salons, and acting impressed when the man chosen to be her Lord and Master comes back from his adventures hunting monsters with trophies of his triumphs, and stories of his adventures.
It would have been different if she had had magic. Mages do not age like normal humans, and mage girls are granted citizenship and titles no matter who they marry, a magus is a magus even if they marry a commoner, even if they don't marry anyone at all. But Ilithyia scored barely a 3.8 on the M.A.T.s, the evaluator said they were impressed that a girl with zero magical talent could master spells she was incapable of casting and said that she should apply her abilities in a field more suited to her abilities. "We cannot all be gifted in the same way." The four eyed bitch had told Ilithyia after handing her the rejection notice. "There are other things a girl can do besides spellcraft."
Ilithyia thought about that rejection as she looked at her perfect body. The virgin noble saw the dragonfall in the distance through her mirror's image of the window and the cloudless sky bringing in the new age. "Oh Great Dragon. Hear my wish..." Ilithyia batted her eyes at herself, took a deep, theatrical breath, and said "...I wish I was eternally young and always had perfect hair and become the richest woman in the world and gain magical powers and never grow bored again with you as my **** so that I do not have to give up anything." Ilithyia took a deep breath having used up all the air in her lungs to get her perfect wish out in one sentence. Ilithyia did not think that she would ACTUALLY get the attention of The Great Dragon, but she figured that if she did, then her wish was full proof. Ilithyia turned to look at the falling stars when she heard a voice.

<How about this?> Ilithyia turned to find where the strange voice was coming from when she caught a glance at her reflection and was shocked. Ilithyia looked at her reflection and the woman that looked back at her was...Ilithyia had never tried to put her looks on a scale, but if she did, she would be a ten, the woman in the mirror, the reflection staring at Ilithyia with the most perfect of hair, that nubile was a twelve. <What do you think? This is my final offer, take it or leave it.> Ilithyia admired herself in the mirror, somehow, her boobs were both bigger AND firmer, and her skin, she did not think a human could have skin this smooth. <My patience is not infinite. Do you want to take my offer or do you want to see whose cock your Daddy expects you to suck.>
"Take it! I will take it." Ilithyia said. The moment the words left her mouth, a shimmering vortex of purple energy opened up in front of the nubile noble. <Come along, my pet.> Ilithyia heard the voice say. The nubile noble did not hesitate, in fact, she felt compelled to obey, Ilithyia could feel the power that the voice had on her, a power that felt strange, but good.

Azralynn
The woman lying on her back wiped the dragon cum from her eyes and gazed on as the beauty of the night sky and wondered if any of her human children were looking at the same shooting stars as her. It had been so long since she was any of their faces. She knew that even if any of them were alive, they would be branded as demi-humans and bound in slavery, but that did not mean that they could not be happy, right?
"How is that egg coming." the dragon asked Azralynn. She had not bothered to get his name, dragons did not really use names like mortals do, the names that they did have were usually given to them by their victims or groupies. Azralynn was neither.

The woman had started her life believing she was a normal peasant girl. She had lived in a normal Anduvian village with a loving husband for whom she enthusiastically produced healthy children. From the night of her honeymoon on, Azralynn would get pregnant every two years like clockwork, no one noticed the dragonite dust in her menstrual blood.
For thirty two years, Azralynn had a tranquil life for which she woke up every morning and thanked The Goddess. But women in their fifties who retain the body of a twenty year old garner whispers. Such whispers turn to gossip, gossip becomes rumors, which leads to accusations. Accusations for which the Inquisition was called in.
After being subjected to Purification By Pain and being placed under The Burning Light of Truth at the public deposition, Azralynn's mother was **** to confess that when she was a nubile a dragon had taken her by **** and that, in her shame, she had never told her husband that she was already pregnant with Azralynn when they married.
That was all the cardinal needed to convict Azralynn of the crime of impurity. Her husband was **** to publicly shun her and their children or face Purification by Fire. Bounties were placed on all of her children and grandchildren. They were to share the fate of their mother, branding and Purification By Bondage. But before the clerics could perform the ritual to cleanse Azralynn's soul, a pair of dragons swooped out of the sky and carried her off.

Azralynn had passed out in the talons of a dragon and when she came to she found herself face to face with a Western Green that Azralynn knew, just knew, was her father. The other dragon, a Southern Blue looked at her like she was about to be his next meal. <She is all you said she was.> The blue dragon said with its mind while its tongue was busy leaving a trail of slime on Azralynn. As the dragon walked closer to the scared and confused Azralynn, he shrank and shifted until the dragon had become a handsome young human man. "There is no need to be scared, come." The man helped her to her feet and carried her off to a secluded cave. Azralynn's father sat at the cave's entrance, listening to the sounds of humans fucking while the aroma of two dragons breeding.
"You do not have to wait for it to hatch." The blue dragon had told her. "If you apply a little mana and a bit of effort, you can finish forming the egg and push it out. It does not need to sit inside of you for months and months, especially if its a dragon baby like this one." Azralynn's first client said as he stroked her belly. "prime breeders like us are rare, even among the starborn. Most dragons would give half their hoard for a hatchling of their own."

That was how it started. Azralynn would find dragons in the wilderness and trade her services for whatever she needed. Her 'reputation' among the mortals of Cendor as dragon tamer had happened because one of her clients was into roleplay. A dragon the humans called Tyrantar, The Crimson Dread came roaring into the village sending people running as he set fire to the fields. "My hunger is great and you people look tasty." The dragon said as he swooped around above the covering peasants who, but for being richer, healthier, and humans and non-humans being equal, reminded her of the people back home.
"Heel Dragon! You will leave these people in peace! I am Azralynn the Magnificent, and you better prepare to be owned." Azralynn said as she waved around the fake staff while wearing the ridiculous dress her client had conjured for her. What followed was an elaborate pyrotechnics display in which Azralynn bound the client in magic chains and proceeded to spank her client by WHACKing the dragon with her staff on his rear until the enormous Western Red gave the safe word.
<Oh YEAH! Fuck YES! I heel! I'll be a good 'ittle dwagoon.> The dragon said with its mind while its mouth was letting out roars of pleasure which sounded like pain to the untrained ear. Azralynn proceeded to mount the red and fly off to a secluded spot where the dragon could finish and she could hand off the egg and get her payment.
The crazy thing was. When she went back to the village, the people thought she was a hero. They gave her food, lodging, and treated her like she was someone special. Before long, Azralynn was asking her all of her clients if they were into role play and to her surprise, a lot of them were.

That resulted in Azralynn developing a list of her "special clients." Those dragons that she could count on to behave themselves in towns and cities, in exchange for a little extra attention. These dragons were the ones that mortals had come to believe Azralynn had fully tamed to her will.

That was how it had been for over a decade now. Azralynn was caught living a double life as a hero to the humans, a whore to the dragons. Azralynn's fortunes grew with her reputation and before long the peasant born scaleling had more human money than she knew what to do with. Despite that, there were things that money could not buy. So there she was squeezing out another egg on the side of a hill as the stars fell. "Beautiful." The client said as the dragon looked at their egg. The dragon put the egg away in its scales before handing Azralynn a book. "Now where were we."
Azralynn tried to pay attention as the dragon gave her the education which had been forbidden to commoners in Anduvia. It was not easy, but Azralynn was sure that she would have this reading thing down soon. Then she would be able to really learn magic rather than just trying to copy the spells she watches her clients performing without any real understanding. Whenever she asks the dragons questions about how magic works, they either get annoyed or tell her to go read some book. She could not ask a mortal for lessons. If word got out that the powerful dragon mage was illiterate, than people might start asking questions that Azralynn preferred unasked.

After two hours of study, her client went off into the night and left Azralynn alone with her dreams and wishes. She imagined herself carrying a real staff, dressed in distinguished robes, people admiring her for what she could really do while on her feet. She watched the falling stars and wished for it to be so. <It is a wish worth granting.> Azralynn heard someone say in her mind. When the scaleling honed in on where the voice was coming from, her jaw dropped open as her attention was drawn towards one of the falling stars. <It will cost you. But I think that it is a cost you will not mind paying.> A portal opened up in front of Azralynn. <One thing I am sure of, you will never get a better chance to make that dream come true than joining me. > Azralynn closed her eyes as she was enveloped by the energies of teleportation magic.

Sofiel
It had started like a typical day for Sofiel. Like all priestesses she rose before dawn to perform her morning purification. She entered the confessional on her hands and knees and knelt before the confessor. "Bless me Father, Make me Pure in The Eyes of The Goddess." The priest would caress the nubile's cheek before anointing her forehead and breasts with sacred oil which allowed Sofiel and the other priestesses to commune with The Goddess. Sofiel always lost track of time when she was filled with Andea's Light. She would come to in the warm opaque waters of The Goddess's temple, her body's aches, an inevitable side effect of Divine Communion, tended to by the gentle ministrations of the temple's bound demi-humans and half-monsters. It might have been blasphemy, but Sofiel always felt more comfortable being touched by slaves than she did humans, especially men. She did not know why. But for some reason Sofiel's skin crawled whenever Father Felbut or any of the other priests touched her. With commoners and smallfolk it was not as bad, but whenever Sofiel performed duties that required a priest or noble to touch her, the priestess had to stop herself from telling them 'no'.

This made performing the Ritio Et Fertilitum all the more difficult. Sofiel had to sit there while the knight-patron and his wife licked Sofiel's toes. She had to passively allow herself to act as an avatar of The Goddess while the man and his wife kissed her knees. The sacramental choker necklace and crown always felt extra heavy while the couple licked between her thighs. It was her least favorite part of her duties and when she felt her breasts swell with The Goddess's Blessing, Sofiel was always quick to direct the supplicants to suckle upon her and receive the nourishment of Her Divinity. As she watched the couples making love in the knowledge that they would soon be blessed with a healthy baby, Sofiel would stroke her own belly and feel a sense of sadness and loss. Priestesses had to be pure of body, mind, and soul if they were to perform their duties as channels for The Goddess's miracles. That meant no marriage, no family, no life outside of devotion to Her Glory. Sofiel knew that when she had chosen to give herself to Her In Heaven that it would be a sacrifice, Sofiel just wishes that she could remember making that choice. Like all priestesses, her final act of initiation purified her of all memories of her past life. Sofiel knew no life but one in service to The One True Faith.

Most of Sofiel's day was filled with scripture lessons for the children, scripture study with the elders, tending to the sick by both making medicine and calling on Her Power for some Miracles of Healing. Sofiel loved the feeling of channeling Andea's infinite love to heal almost as much as she loved the looks of absolute bliss on the faces of people who have been relieved of their pain.
As twilight approached, most of the people had gone indoors. While the heathens of Cendor and other faraway lands would be performing their pagan rites of their perverted gods, the good people of Anduvia would be spending The Dragon Storm in quiet abasement and meditation to She Who Protects, praying for Her Bright Future to arrive in the coming age. Sofiel decided to spend her evening reading The Prophesy of And some orphans.
"Maid Sofiel!!!" They cried as the kids glomped onto the only priestess who could use the power of The Goddess to make candies rain from the ceiling.
"Hello my dears!" Sofiel would say as she tried to hug as many of them as possible. "I know that tonight is supposed to be scary..."
"I am not scared." A child said.
"I said 'supposed to be scary.'" Sofiel said with a dramatic eye roll that made the kids laugh. "But you do not have to worry, The Goddess's Light is with us." Sofiel said as she made her staff glow, causing the children to cheer. Sofiel noticed that one of the kids who had been coming down with a fever last time she was here was nowhere to be seen.
"She is upstairs, I applied the salve you gave me which cooled her down, but now all she does is lie down too weak to move. I am afraid she could make the others sick." Said Zatha, the anthro-wolf nurse tended to the children. "She is with my daughter now."
"Take me to her." Sofiel commanded the **** woman, the monster obeyed, compelled as she was by the power of Her Sacramental Bindings. The priestess moved with alacrity and purpose. She had hoped her medicine and some bed rest would be enough to take care of it, but the child had something a little nastier, nothing Her Divine Grace would not cure. Sofiel found the girl of eight drenched in sweat as a inu-demi-human **** girl tried to help the human drink water. "Hi sweet girl, how are you feeling?"
The girl's face lit up before a cavalcade of coughing came from the girl. "I know you said that 'I told you so' are dirty words when you put them together, but..."The girl was interrupted by another coughing fit. "Can I have that miracle now, Maid Sofiel?"

Sofiel laid her hands on the child and opened herself up to The Light of The Goddess. Sofiel tapped into the gift of power Andea had bestowed upon her to bring balance and harmony to the discord which afflicted this girl. Sofiel's hands felt warm before there was a flash of light. The little girl's face brimmed with joy. "I feel amazing!!!" The girl said before leaping into the air and flying around the room.
Sofiel watched in horror as the child would and bounce on a bubble of wind before she returned to flying around the room, now with barrel rolls. Sofiel grabbed the girl's ankle and pulled her down and hugged her close. "Lock the door." Sofiel commanded the slaves.
After a moment of confusion, the slaves did as they were commanded by the human. "My Lady, don't we need to..." the nubile dog-girl began to ask
"I know what we need to do!" Sofiel snapped back. "But, everyone is at home. Even The Royal Paladins will be in prayer. So there is no point in..."
"Maid Sofiel. Your scaring me." The child said.
Sofiel cooed the young girl and rocked her back and forth. "Its alright. There there. Nothing to be scared of." Sofiel rocked the girl back and forth and sang a sweet melody infused with The Miracle of Sleep. When the mage-girl was finally a slumbering in dreamless bliss, Sofiel let out a sigh and noticed that the stars had begun to fall.
As long as she could remember, which was only a few years, Sofiel had prayed to Andea for guidance. In this case she knew exactly what guidance Andea would give, turn the witch over to the proper authorities so that they can give the child Purification By Fire. For the first time, doubt formed in Sofiel's head. The nubile priestess thought to herself that maybe, just maybe, The Goddess was wrong. Sofiel looked at the bipedal she-wolf and her mostly human daughter knowing that even if Sofiel kept her peace, the slaves would have to tell their debriefers at their next lectation. Sofiel watched the stars fall and remembered old stories about wishing on falling stars and new ages bring new hopes. She did not know where she had heard such tales, echoes of a life she had given up, she had given it up, right? It was her choice to devote her life to The Goddess. Which meant it was her choice not to as well.

Sofiel fell to her knees and gazed up at the stars wide eyed with wonder. She clasped her hands and said. "I do not know if anyone is listening, but I do not want this little girl to die. I know the priests say that her nature is evil, but I cannot watch as this innocent face the flames. Please, If you can really grant wishes, then grant mine. Free this child of her curse of magic. Let her have a long, normal, peaceful life. I know that wishes have costs, I do not care. I have given all that I have to The Goddess, you can take whatever I have left if it will save her."
As Zatha listened to the priestess's prayers, the wolf-woman wondered if it would make a difference to Sofiel if she knew the truth that the witches they burn in the public square are soulless homonculi that the priests use to entertain and indoctrinate the masses. Like all priestesses and paladins, Sofiel had no idea that when the inquisition discovers a human or scaleling with the gift of magic that is still young enough, those children are soulbound to Andea, increasing their magical power at the expense of their ability to cast spells outside of their goddesses purview. As much as Zatha wished she could tell the poor, ignorant young priestess that she herself was once like this young girl, the binding around her neck made it impossible.

Sofiel sat in silence, waiting, hoping. Then she heard The Voice say <The price will be high, maybe too high for you to pay. You must take the girl's magic onto yourself. You must forsake Andea. Turn your back upon her by making yourself what She most despises. To save the child, you Sofiel, must become a mage. Do you accept?>
Sofiel looked around in shock. The girl was sleeping and the **** girls were waiting silently. No one had said a word, but Sofiel had heard the offer. She had prayed and someone had answered. The choice in front of her felt like it was going to drown her. Finally after being unable to bear indecision a moment longer, Sofiel blurted out "Yes! I accept!"
"Accept what, mistress?" Zatha asked moments before a portal opened and a swirling vortex of energy lifted up from the girl and infused itself into Sofiel. The priestess fell to her knees as her sacramental robes and icons turned to ashes. Sofiel wrecked up something which skittered off into the corner.
<Now, here comes another choice, a real no brainer. You can stay where you are and wait for the inquisition find you, or you can take the conveniently located portal to climates far less hostile.> Sofiel rose to her feet and slowly walked through the portal.

Moments before the portal closed, Zatha grabbed her daughter and ran for freedom. Zatha winced as the end of her tail was sliced off by the closing rift in spacetime. Though they barely made it, make it through the portal they did.

Zynthia
The mushrooms made her code better. That is what Jack and Mark had always told her. "「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。」「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。」「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。." Zynthia repeated herself over and over again as her fingers worked faster than her Adderall-fueled mind could keep up. Though she was not Japanese, the nubile teen and her best friends had devoted themselves to getting good enough to no longer need subtitles to watch their favorite anime.
"Cynthia dear..." The high school senior's mother began to say timidly
"That is not my name!" The teenager snapped back.
The exasperated parent let out a sigh. "ZZZYNthia, dear. I know that you are in pain. You suffered a lot of tragedy at once and..."
"I have to finish this mom." Zynthia said with a manic edge in her voice. "For Sensei, For Jack and Mark. It might already be too late, I do not know the mechanics of reincarnation, but I know that they cannot isekai into a world that is glitchy."
Cynthia's mother had given up on trying understand the **** addled nonsense that would spill out of her daughter's mouth when the teenager mixed her medicines with ****. "Sweetie, you have not slept since. You have not slept in days. You have barely eaten and sweetheart when was the last time you took a shower?"
Zynthia smelled herself and shrugged. "I can do all those things when its done. But right now my friends and sensei are counting on me. 私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。」「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。」「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた..."

It had been only a few days since her grandfather passed away. The old man had lived a long and adventurous life which gave him countless stories to tell his favorite granddaughter. His passing had been a terrible blow to the young girl who did not have many friends.
The friends she did have, Mark and Jack, had been the best friends an otaku like her could ask for. The three of them had discovered Dragonball and Sailor Moon from their older siblings and found each other with their T-shirts on the playground. The three of them had been inseparable since. When they got to high school their fascination with anime and manga only grew when they met Professor Akechi, the sponsor of the Asian Culture Society, a collection of Japanese, Korean, and Chinese kids who wanted a place to cook real food for lunch. The only white kids who dared enter their room were Cynthia Cooper, Marcus Ulfgher, and Jackson Smith, the three came to be known by the other members of the club as the Otaku-san.
Professor Akechi encouraged them to practice their Japanese and with his help the three had achieved their goal of turning off the subtitles on their shared Crunchyroll account and watching all their anime without any translations.
Their love of anime easily turned to a love of games, and when they actually had Professor Akechi as their computer science teacher, the three knew that for their senior project, they were going to make a fantasy RPG. "We are going to make the most isekaible game ever." Mark had said the night they started planning their world building and character design.
Grandpa's funeral had put a damper in their work flow, but Jack and Mark understood. Sensei had even said that based on their work so far, they were going to get an A anyway. "「家族の世話をしなさい」." Sensei had told her, it was the last thing sensei would say to her. On the day of her grandpa's funeral was the day a gunman had decided to shoot up Zynthia's school. The asshole had killed thirteen people including three teachers before the police put the monster down. The psycho had burst into the ACS room and killed Mark, Jack, and Sensei while they were working on the game.
Zynthia did not say a word during the funeral. When she finally got home after burying her only friends in the world. Zynthia grabbed her adderall, a quart of orange juice, a case of Redbull, twelve grams of magic mushrooms, turned up her J-Pop mix on Spotify, and got to work.

"And how much longer do you think it will take you to finish?" Zynthia's mom asked her daughter. The concern overwhelming everything else.
"私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々の絶望から生まれた。」「私は愛の女神で、孤独で愛のない人々...about now." Zynthia said. "It just has to compile, then I can see if it is running smoothly and what has to be patched."
"So will you please wash up and come downstairs for dinner?" Zynthia's mom asked.
"Sure mom." Zynthia said.
When Zynthia came back from family dinner, her screen showed the falling stars of the main menu of her brand new MMORPG, Jedak Wars: Guardians of Elderia. Zynthia smiled to herself. "I did it guys. I hope that wherever you are, you are having amazing adventures." Zynthia took a swig of her hallucinogen and stimulant cocktail Zynthia liked to call her 'Focus Juice' and stared at the shooting stars of the Dragonfall. "I wish I could get Isekai'd." Zynthia said.
<Damn, those really are some magic mushrooms.> Zynthia heard a voice in her head say. <Do you really mean it? Do you really want to leave Earth behind and join a battle harem of magical girls in another world?>
A menu floating display appeared in Zynthia's vision. The girl had enough experience with tripping to be able to tell when she is seeing something real and when her brain is generating an image, this one was hard to tell.
The text said. You are about to get Isekai'd. WARNING: This is a one way trip. By choosing to enter another world, you are agreeing to leave your old life behind with no realistic chance of seeing your home world again. Do You Wish To Continue? Yes or No.
Zynthia stared at the choice. "good fucking mushrooms." She turned her head and found it funny that the glowing text box stayed centered in her vision. Finally, Zynthia took the decision seriously. She thought about the pain of her loss and the emptiness she felt. She tried to imagine life in this world without her friends, and she could not do it. With little hesitation, Zynthia pressed 'yes'. The moment she did, a portal opened under the teenager's feet and she was whisked off to start a new life in a new world.