Late 20s tgirl. Elf ear pervert. Some say hemipenis girl. Writing mostly original F/F. Stories will frequently be horny so if you're under 18 you're getting blocked.



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Molly whimpered slightly as Jester poked and prodded at the nanite tar that still surrounded her. It felt unnaturally cold as Jester changed its parameters, and she was still getting vertigo from the nanites trying to make her connection back to her other selves look like she was still walking down the path to Heron's End.

"For the record," said Jester, her eyes shifting as she worked on an interface only she could see, "I still think this is a bad idea. She and HANGED_MAN are still connected to the same central compute node. Even if she's being truthful with us and this isn't just another elaborate trick on his part, there's still every possibility that HANGED_MAN will just take her over again and the both our gooses will be cooked."

"Thine objection is noted," said the Baroness. "But I have complete trust in thou AND in her. Please continue."

Jester grumbled something Molly didn't catch. She tried to turn to look, but Jester took her head and yanked it forward again. "Nuh-uh. No looking until I'm certain this is going to work. Maybe not even after that."

"There's no call to be cruel, my jester."

"It's not cruelty," she grunted, yanking an unseen cable into place, "it's basic security." Molly didn't think she'd meant anyone to hear it, though. "Okay. On the count of three, I'll hit the button. No sudden movements, you."

Molly nodded. There wasn't much else she could do, tangled in the tarry webbing as she was.

"One... two..."

Molly's head was suddenly snapped backwards, like she'd been kicked in the back. Her body was in agony, like she'd become the fuse in a giant electrical circuit. She screamed, then collapsed.

"Molly! Art thou hurt? Molly!!" The Baroness was cradling her in her arms.

Molly looked up at her, blearily, as her systems came back online. There was a strange, fuzzy quality to everything, like viewing the world through static. "I- I am unharmed, my lady. I think." She put on the best smile she could manage.

Jester's voice floated through the air. "Well, the connection seems stable enough. My backtrap is still preventing anything from getting back to the central node, and the nanites aren't reporting any kind of unusual activity. I thinkest thou art fine."

The Baroness gave her a sidelong frown, then helped Molly stand. "Well, let us get thee to our carriage. After all that, perhaps thou wouldst like to rest."

Molly wobbled for a moment. Her head felt odd, and when she went to put her hand up to catch her forehead, she felt a strange spiky object. "Merry, what might this be?"

Jester turned from her equipment to face Molly, then laughed. "Well, it seems my friends took a liking to you!" She fiddled with a tablet, then turned it so it reflected Molly. Upon her head rested a tarry, black, spiky crown. "Perhaps I should start calling thee 'highness'?"

"Please, I deserve not such titles, I- ooogh." She wobbled again, falling to her knees this time. A large data burst had just come from the core she shared with HANGED_MAN.

"What is it, Molly? What is the matter?"

Molly looked up at both of them. "Empress is in terrible danger!"


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