Meeting up with Tristiana

“Let go! Need person come!” Eris bellowed, continuing to struggle to their front door, only to have Sarah tackle the hellhound to the ground. Eris’ tail curled upwards as she growled, only for Sarah to return the growl as she dragged Eris back into their house. Nearby, Bey was going through their cupboards, throwing everything around in a panic as she searched for something.

“No, we’re not going to Verdi for more cum, he's pumped enough for a lifetime into us!” Sarah exclaimed before throwing her head to Bey, the hero slowly losing her grip as Eris struggled to break free. “Bey, where’s that goddamned dildo!?” Sarah shouted angrily, continuing to wrestle with Eris as the mad hellhound. Upon hearing Sarah’s words, Bey paused for a moment, silently questioning her own actions and debating whether she should just stand up and leave the duo.

“Can’t I just finger myself to get us off?” She asked, responsibility overtaking her growing weariness over Eris’ antics as she continued searching. As usual, Eris’ lust was going to get them all into trouble, and the only way to fix it was to get themselves off.

“No, we need something filling us to get us off! Fingers don’t cut it anymore!” Sarah snapped back angrily, as though Bey were asking a particularly stupid question. A jolt of pain hit all three of them as Eris bit Sarah’s hand, all three girls yelping and grabbing their hands. Taking advantage of the momentary pause, Eris made a mad dash for the door, only to cry out and clutch her foot as Sarah intentionally stubbed her toe on their table.

“YIP!” Eris let out a squeak of a beaten dog, clutching her paw and falling to the ground as Sarah hobbled forward and tackled her counterpart to the ground, both their paws throbbing in pain

“That's what you get for biting me you damn mutt!” The hellhound shouted, ignorant of how ironic her statement was as both hellhounds returned to wrestling. “BEY!” Sarah shouted, slowly being overpowered by Eris as Bey finally found their dildo, the long wooden shaft smoothed and lacquered to make penetration a pleasant sensation. Pulling her pants down, Bey spat on the dildo and pressed it against herself.

“Brace yourself Sarah, I’m putting it in!” Bey shouted only to detect a new presence in the room as the door slowly creaked open. Suddenly, Eris stopped struggling as Sarah absentmindedly released her, the two hellhounds’ eyes focused on the doorway. Though Bey no longer had the sense of smell she had when she was a hellhound, even she knew who was in the room by pure logic. Very few people in the world could sneak up on them, after all.

“Am I… Interrupting something?” Tristiana asked, the ex hero of magic finding Sarah and Eris wrestling and biting each other while Bey was standing in their living room with her pants down holding a large wooden dildo. She looked no different from how she appeared 8 years ago, yet her scent told otherwise, the faintest hint of fur and fried tofu wafting from her body, the scent that came from almost every kitsune in the world. They made eye contact, their silence broken only by the audible plop of the saliva coating the dildo hitting the ground. Tristiana looked away, unable to maintain a semblance of dignity as she coughed awkwardly into her hand. “You know what, I’ll come back in an hour. I’ll get the artifacts later.” She said, turning to leave only for Bey raise her free hand.

“Tris! Wait! I can…” Bey said, only to throw a momentary glancing at the two scratched up hellhounds on the ground and the dildo in her hand. “You know what, just judge us and be done with it. I have no excuses for this situation.” She said, throwing the dildo to the ground while crossing her arms, waiting for Tristiana to laugh or mock them. Instead she just sighed and ignored the dildo as Sarah and Eris got back to their feet and closed the door behind her. Before Tristiana could do anything, Eris pounced on her, the towering hellhound grabbing her shoulders and shaking her to and fro.

“Person from the bright place here! Need come! Need come!” She said, shaking Tristiana like a toy as the hero looked to Bey and Sarah, silently asking them what the hellhound was talking about. Both of them looked nervous and ashamed, unable to gather the strength to explain.

“Eris found a guy with an extra long tongue and two monster cocks that she calls the person from the bright place. She's been trying to go out for another fuck all day.” Bey explained, Tristiana’s eyes narrowing at the word cocks being plural. For a moment she looked like she wanted more details, but professionalism overcame her curiosity.

“Ignore her. Why are you here?” Sarah asked while pulling Eris away, not wasting a second as Tristiana went from beet red in embarrassment to a neutral expression.

“What do you mean? Did you forget your part of the plan?” She asked as Bey sighed while pointing to Eris, the hellhound in the middle of licking one of her scratch wounds earned from wrestling Sarah. Rather than heal over or coat the wounds in saliva, the light scratches sizzled as her injuries were cauterized, her tongue acting like a red hot iron and staunching the bleeding instantly. Unlike a normal human whose injuries would fester from such an act, such treatment accelerated her natural healing process.

“We’ve been getting our orders from Eris since for some sick, twisted reason, she’s the only one out of the three of us that remembers. Her latest orders are incomprehensible.” Bey explained as Eris smiled and waved, not able to follow the conversation, her tongue still lolled out as her tail wagged, the mere mention of her name causing her to get excited.

“What do you mean incomprehensible?” Tristiana asked reluctantly, slowly realizing how badly the former hero of Obedience and Hellhound Lord were doing. Sarah sighed and cleared her throat, mimicking Eris’ happy tone as she spoke.

“Give present and protect the zappy on the tower!” She answered before groaning. “I get that we should give you the artifacts we collected, but please tell me you know what a zappy is. I’m tired of climbing random towers and not knowing what I’m looking for.” She said as Tris tilted her head to and fro before snapping her fingers in realization.

“She means protect the spark gap generator.” The hero answered, slightly proud to decipher Eris’ insane ramblings to coherent knowledge. Rather than clear up the misunderstanding, all three girls just stared blankly at Tristiana, as if waiting for her to explain further. Tristiana let out a sigh, her illusion distorting slightly as her exasperation reached levels achieved only by Bey. “Come on. I was told to come here and bring you along.” She said while waving her hand.

Though there was no prelude to her spell, the effects were instantaneous as the two hellhounds were instantly shifted, their appearances shifting from hellhounds to tiger girls with distinctly different faces. Meanwhile, Bey shifted from a standard human to a dark skinned demon, Tristiana’s mastery of light magic reaching new heights after hybridization. Tristiana, on the other hand, shifted her own appearance to appear as a nondescript man roughly her height and build. With a gesture the trio followed her, making their way past the streets of Olskroya. Despite having numerous men and women bump into them, the illusion remained active, reacting to the slightest touch. Rather than make their way to any of the tall buildings that could remotely be considered a tower, they returned to a familiar location, the air growing thick with screams of combat and excitement.

“Why did you bring us to the Coliseum!?” Bey hissed as they reached the very center of the city, the shadow of the coliseum looming over them like a specter. It towered over every other building in the city with hundreds of thousands of spectators housed within it. Even outside the Coliseum, they could hear the clink of metal coins and the screams of joy or horror at whatever fight was occurring in the Coliseum as fortunes were made and lost. Waiting in line, Tristiana muttered a few numbers as the area went silent, the mage crafting a perfect vacuum around them to silence their words.

“Zapy in a tower my ass. Eris, what part of this is a tower!?” Sarah growled, throwing a sour look at Eris who was happily following them, her wagging tail causing a breeze behind them. It was a mystery why she was so excited, but Eris was easily amused by the most trivial of things.

“Don’t scold her too much. I was told to find the tallest place in the city to set up.” Tristiana said, the quartet waiting in line and purchasing a ticket before making their way to the door. As they reached the door, Tristiana threw a glance to one of the door guards, the stone faced man not even reacting as he gestured them into the Coliseum’s main entrances.

Just as they passed through the vast arches, Tristiana grabbed Bey’s hand and gently took her aside, sending an illusion of the 4 of them forward while bending light around their bodies to give them invisibility. Dragging Bey by the hand, they quietly made their way to a nearby doorway labeled “employees only” as the the other two hellhounds followed, using Bey’s sensations to guide them. As the illusions entered the crowd, 4 figures took their position, each of them a skilled illusionist under the employ of the Company of Roses to deceive any unwanted pursuers by maintaining the deception. As Tristiana closed the door behind them, they found themselves in a dimly lit room illuminated by candles with only a set of stairs leading upwards to the press box where the harpy announcer excitedly relayed the current match.

“Didn’t think about keeping this spark generator in a more private place?” Sarah asked as they began climbing the stairs, their footsteps silenced by Tristiana’s magic. They made quick time ascending the stairs, talking as they climbed.

“I had to get the highest place without obstructions to let the waves properly emanate. Coliseum’s the highest place in the city.” Tristiana answered as they reached the top of the stairs, their ears spared from deafness thanks to Tristiana’s magic as they stared at the press box. It loomed over the entire city and had numerous magical artifacts to focus light so the harpy announcer could easily watch the arena without trouble. Rather than enter the press box, Tristiana used instinctive magic, shifting the stone around them to craft a set of stone stairs mere centimeters in thickness and reinforced with magic.

Climbing on top of the press box, the 4 of them found that it was completely empty, the supposed spark gap generator nowhere in sight. Eris sniffed the air curiously as Sarah did the same, Tristiana idly undoing the vacuum around them so the pair could sniff.

Nothing.

Even someone with mental faculties as questionable as Eris knew that Tristiana had used artifacts to conceal the scent of the generator. A simple vacuum and nobody would smell anything. It also gave the benefit of giving the spark gap generator immunity to sound based attacks. Tristiana beckoned to them, walking forward a few steps before disappearing in the blink of an eye, her body now cloaked by invisibility as her scent disappeared. Hesitantly, the trio followed her forward, their sweat boiling off the second they crossed the vacuum protecting the spark gap generator.

After only a few steps, the world around them turned pitch black, the light around them forcibly bending from a variety of light artifacts. Reaching into her cloak, Tristiana pulled out a small lighter, flicking it to life as the area around them was illuminated.

Looking forward, Bey found herself staring at a monstrosity of steel and wiring hooked up to several glass bottles filled with a veritable sea of acid. It looked incomprehensibly complex, yet even she could see there was a method to the madness, the strange machine having some sort of internal logic to its function. Most notably was how tall the construct was, a solitary rod stretching to far beyond the area illuminated by the lighter. Bey just stared blankly at it before looking at Tristiana, her illusion falling away as they found themselves staring at a kitsune with an unparalleled 13 tails.

“What is this thing?” Bey asked, walking around and studying the strange machine before giving up entirely on trying to understand its function.

“Technology from the Ancients modified to our tech level concealed with light magic artifacts. These things full of acid here are the batteries. Cast this formula to charge it once a day. Each battery has enough power to last 3 days, so you should have enough power for 9 days.” Tristiana said, walking around the contraption and pointing out different components. Rather than take a moment to enjoy the craftsmanship of her creation, she just pointed to different components and explained their function to Sarah with the same mundanity one would explain a formulaic spell. Despite the technical aspects being far beyond Bey’s understanding, Sarah seemed to grasp it in seconds, the hero’s intellect unchanged by hybridization. Eventually, she stopped Tristiana, her eyes glazing over the massive construct.

“I understand how this thing works and what each part does. What I don’t get is what exactly this thing is for. Who are we calling for help?” Sarah asked, the hero’s mind instantly grasping the alien technology as some sort of communication device. “Also, I can think of at least a dozen ways to improve this design. Your math says that this thing will broadcast throughout the entire city and clog up every frequency. Anyone could listen in on us.” She continued as Tristiana sighed.

“I don’t know what this thing is calling or why we built such a crude design. All I know is that it has to be built this way and that you have two days to prepare before things get dangerous.” She answered, her words causing Bey to nervously clench her fist. The three of them woke up in the desert disoriented and confused with vague instructions ringing in their heads and the vague knowledge that they had to fulfill these objectives. Eris was the only one of them that knew the truth, yet whenever they tried to find out anything, she’d refuse to answer. The fact that Tristiana didn’t even know the full picture only worried her further, her emotions shared by Sarah.

“What happens in 2 days?” Bey asked cautiously as Tristiana swallowed nervously.

“We were promised exactly 6 years of peace. 2 days from now is our six year anniversary of arriving back home. After that we are going to have to brace ourselves. I have no idea what to expect, but it’s going to be bad.” She answered, not even trying to hide her concern, her tails trembling as she spoke.

“Should we even trust the guy ordering us around? For all we know they're just exploiting us considering none of us remember who he is or what he’s after.” Sarah asked, not even bothering to hide her growing distrust of their supposed benefactor that had brought them all back from the dead. Bey didn't remember her **** nor did Sarah, but they agreed that whoever brought them back had ulterior motives. Rather than let Tristiana explain herself Eris finally spoke up, the hellhound tilting her head in confusion as usual.

“Not remember? Person was right here!” She said with an irritated voice, her words just as insane as ever as they outright ignored their companion. For Eris, past, present, and future were concepts outside her grasp. She’d been bothering them for the past few weeks saying they just saw their benefactor, and getting frustrated when they couldn’t grasp her insane ramblings.

“We’re not trusting them completely, we’re following their orders because we have no alternative options. Also, considering the person who revived us is dead, I’m willing to give them the benefit of the doubt.” Tristiana answered, her words doing little to alleviate their concern. Only Eris seemed to be cheery, accepting Tristiana’s words without question and blindly trusting in their unknown ally.

“Are you sure? Maybe they faked their ****.” Sarah asked as Tristiana shook her head.

“He’s dead. I buried his burnt corpse myself.” She answered casually, looking away as though she could see the body.

“Life mages can regrow everything. Even decapitation isn’t enough to stop them.” Bey countered, thinking back to the Collector. Life mages were a dangerous group who could shrug off nearly anything so long as they stayed conscious. As long as their brain was intact, they could continue living.

“He’s dead.” Tristiana answered flatly, her tone firm and unrelenting.

“Could have been an illusion.” Bey retorted as Tristiana rolled her eyes, not even bothering to defend her own ability.

“If you’d like, you can check the body yourself. I buried him in a remote mountain range up north by the border of the demon’s territory. If the grave is empty, then this guy’s played me for a fool or some wild animal smelled cooked flesh and got hungry.” She said as Eris suddenly grabbed Tristiana’s arm and shook her violently

“Nuh uh! Not crispy. Fresh meat!” She said quickly, her eyes filled with excitement as Bey and Sarah sighed. Usually when she was hungry they’d feel it too, but they didn’t feel the slightest tinge of hunger. Despite that, they could tell Eris was dead serious about her desire for fresh meat.

“Come on Eris. Are you seriously hungry now?” Sarah asked as Eris continued shaking Tristiana like a rag doll.

“No crispy tentacle in the hole! Meat is fresh in the bar!” She said Bey rubbed her eyes, her exasperation hitting its limit.

“Sarah, go take Eris to the stairs and feed her some deep fried tentacles from our inventory. I’ll catch you up later.” She said, letting her more unfocused counterparts to busy themselves while she spoke with Tristiana. Sarah took Eris by the paw, only for Eris to shake Tristiana harder.

“No! Crispy tentacle not in freeze hole! Meat is fresh in the bar!” She shouted, growing visibly agitated as though she were telling them something vital rather than complaining about her hunger. Realizing how delicate the spark gap generator next to them was, Sarah gently touched Eris’ shoulder, making sure not to agitate her. Flame billowed from her lips like spittle as she looked to Sarah, the hellhound ready to **** them as Sarah raised both hands in a non threatening manner.

“Look, if you behave and eat in silence, I’ll take you to Verdi and let him dick us down for the rest of the day. You'll have all the cum you can want.” She offered as Eris instantly calmed down, the flames instantly extinguishing as her tail began wagging. She eagerly nodded her head, the mere offer of sexual delight cooling her head. Oddly enough, Bey didn’t feel the usual wetness that accompanied Eris’ loins when she was reminded of Verdi. Taking Eris by the paw, the pair made their way back to the stairs, leaving Bey and Tristiana to speak in privacy.

“Verdi?” Tristiana asked, the name seemingly ringing a bell as she stared off, her face deep in focus as she tried to recall where she had heard the name.

“Their new favorite boytoy. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure they don’t screw around during the job.” Bey said, breaking Tristiana's concentration as she returned to the conversation at hand. Tristiana sighed while shaking her head.

“Let them get it all out of their system. They have two days.” She said, shaking her head in dismissal before looking at Bey. “Is there anything else you’d like to know while I’m here?” She asked as Bey licked lips, a question burning on her tongue for nearly 6 years.

“For the past 6 years we’ve been hiding in the shadows, doing whatever weird stuff Eris tells us to do, and pretending we’ve been dead the entire time. It’s more prep than even the Monster Lord.” She began, thinking over their time since waking up. Waking up as human, finding that Sarah was a hellhound, and somehow finding Eris next to them. Having their urge to publicize their survival being overshadowed by a subconscious urge to stay incognito. Blindly deciphering Eris’ strange commands and obeying them without issue. 6 years of living such a life, and now that they had reached the finish line, she had to ask the one question that was burning in her mind.

“And you’ve done admirably. You got every artifact I needed.” Tristiana said reassuringly as Bey shook her head, continuing to talk.

“So I need to know, who or what are we fighting?” As she spoke, she thought of the many times she and Sarah had tried to speak to Eris regarding their enemy.

For 6 years, they had asked Eris what exactly they were fighting, and each time the hellhound would just walk away or leave to go eat or **** something. They had tried bribing her, getting her drunk, and even asking her post coitus in an attempt to lower her guard, yet each time she refused to speak a single word of their enemy. Now, with Tristiana here, they could finally get some answers. Bey licked her lips in anticipation as Tristiana opened her mouth to answer, finally shining some light into their supposed enemy.