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Reaper of Worlds
(Crimson Rose)

Translocating into the underground Reaper prison at the command of their wife and boss, fox-type furtasian Dathimona, panther-type Sonjeera, bunny-type Mydora, and lioness-type Nyrissa were surprised to see numerous insectoids locked in cells and an eight-foot tall demoness having sex with one of these strange-looking aliens. "What's going on here?" Dathimona asked as she assumed a defensive position.

"Ah, you're here," Xindra grunted as she slammed in and out of Kreth'Lyn.

"And you are?"

"What? Oh, right. First time seeing me like this. Sorry, my loves, but it's me, Arch-Reaper Xindra and this is my new Sitharrian form. What do you think?"

"You're beautiful, Goddess," Mydora replied. "May I ask why we're here?"

"You're here to help me breed these beautiful aliens known as Scengrol. You're free to pick whomever you want not in the black cell as they've refused to accept their new station."

"Are we able to breed them, Goddess?" Nyrissa asked as she immediately grew a dick.

"Not in that form. My swarm will send yours the information you need to become Sitharrian so you can help me impregnate them."

"Where did these aliens come from, Goddess?" Dathimona asked.

"My swarm will send that information as well."

"Thank you, Goddess," Dathimona said as she approached the row of cells. Taking in the exotic insectoid features, she smiled. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Tell me, alien, do you find us beautiful?"

"My name is Faya'Wen, and I find you incredibly attractive."

"You speak English? How long have you been on earth?"

"Um..."

"They've been here about a week," Xindra answered. "And they speak English thanks to the nanites I injected them with."

"Right. Thank you for answering, Goddess. What do you find attractive about us?"

"Everything. Unlike others of our kind, we've come to see aliens as things of beauty that should be respected and loved, not aberrations deserving annihilation."

"Wow! That's... that's intense."

"I'll explain later," Xindra said.

"If we're going to breed them I think we deserve answers now, Goddess," Sonjeera said as she stepped up to one of the cells.

"Our species, the Scengrol, believe we're the superior lifeform and all others should be eradicated," Faya'Wen replied. "We don't think that way. Well, not those outside of the black cell anyway. They still stubbornly refuse to see you as equals deserving of love and respect. Now, tell me, alien, do you really find us beautiful?"

"My name is Dathimona and while you are hands down the strangest lifeform I've ever seen, yes, you are beautiful in your way."

"In our way?"

"There are humans and furtasians on this planet and we're beautiful in our own way. The same goes for you. It's not a bad thing. It just means you are beautiful in ways we are not. Your face for instance. We would describe it as insectoid. I personally love your huge eyes and smooth features. The lack of a nose is a bit weird at first, but does not detract from your beauty. The antennae are cute. Are the thicker plating decorative or functional?"

"They're both decorative and functional. They also determine social status amongst our kind."