“Hmm? What’s wrong Leane? Still worried about the battle at everblight plain? Oh for sparks sake alreadly, stop worrying~ We’ve got commander Arewhel on our side, y’know how strong she is right? She’s the pride and joy of colony 49 after all!”

“B-but I can’t be the only one who’s worried right?! Surely I’m not crazy Annie?!”

“Of course not you Tirkin-brain! Everyone in the colony is worried, we all know the stakes here after all, silver rank versus silver rank, against colony Beta, led by the battlefield technician Taion. But, it’ll work out, I promise hunbun. Once this is all done let’s go grab a celebratory Choclit brog leg pie to calm those post victory nerves.”

“Excuse me, you two are squad leaders, correct? I ask that if you simply must chatter, can you lead your squads troops at least?”

The two women salute and say in unison, “Y-yes commander!” before awkwardly running over back in front of the marching line, leading their troops.

“Ughhhhhhhhhhhh, Annie, how much snuffing longer do you reckon we got till we make it there? Those mechanics in the Levnis back there are so damn lucky..”

The commander speaks up.

“Leane, is it? I’ll choose to ignore your poor work ethic and answer your question.”

“Commander Arewhel! I’m sorry ma’am..”

“It’s fine. I’ll let you know that we’re nearly there, once we march up this hill we’ll be able to see the camp and-” 

Arewhel’s iris lights up and she receives a call. 

“Commander Arewhel, we’re under attack, please provide assistan-”

Static.

Arewhel stops marching, and turns around, causing the squads to stop in their tracks as the leader prepares an impromptu speech.

“A change of mission parameters is in order. Our colony has some of the finest warriors known to Keves, we can’t just sit back and let our comrades die. We are no longer marching to the rendezvous for meetup. We’re marching to rendevouz to save them. All Agnian dogs will fall to our blades!” 

Arewhel unsheathes her katana, pointing it upwards towards the pale gray sky, cheering, rallying the troops into doing the same with their own weapons.

“Now! March to our victory!”

“Yes Ma’am!”

The colony army charges forward, the pounding of army boots smothered by the roaring of the hungry levnis engine behind them reverbing across the battlefield, as a singular Agnian commander waiting  inside battlefield debris behind the Levnis announces to his army that phase one of his plan is complete, and to move into position.

As the army reaches the crest of the hill, they see an awful sight.

The camp was in flames. Agnian soldiers using their blades, cutting down the Keves soldiers, their essence flying into the sky, fueling the flame clock. 

“Find and capture their commander, and find any survivors still alive. Show them our revenge!”

Arewhel points her katana forward, and her army charges, as she uses her incredible leg strength and wings to gain intelligence from the sky for a moment.

She scans the area with her iris, her soldiers rushing the camp, cutting down any Agnian soldiers in their way. She then notices Agnian heat signatures hiding from above the arch overlooking the camp, now emerging from the rocks that were just camouflage. 

“Valkyries, it was a trap! Retreat immediately!”

Arewhel starts dive bombing towards the Agnian soldiers, lunging her katana downards at the ambushers, but is stopped midair by strange paper dolls, wrapping her into a tightly squeezing ball, with one window right behind her, featuring no one but the master Strategist himself, Taion. She tries cutting them down, but they simply replace themselves far too fast for her to possibly escape.

“Smoke soldiers, now!”

Taion yelled, and Arewhel’s window shifted over to her troops, surrounded in smoke, seemingly weakened by it, being cut down, and stabbed in the back, all of them, except the squad leaders, instead being knocked unconscious. 

“Executed to a T, squad E, and the rest of our soldiers as well. We now have more than enough to fill our flame clock for sustenance. Squad E, I ask you to remain here to hold these leaders captive while the rest of you head home.”

“Yes commander.”

Several minutes later..

The three captives of colony 49, Leane, Annie, and Arewhel, rope tied behind their backs, are led into the nearest tent for keves soldiers to rest, now under control of colony Beta, coming face to face with the strategist himself, Agnus guards waiting outside to keep watch for any survivors. 

“Congratulations, Colony 49, you have fallen for my simplest tactic yet. Quite humorous really. Though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised my supreme intellect overcame yours, it’s just the Agnian education at work.”

Annie speaks up with boisterous rage, despite her utter defeat on the field of battle.

“Oh stop that smugness already! That was just a fluke! Right, Commander Arewhel?”

Arewhel stayed quiet for a bit, the frown on her face reaching further downwards, the silence of the room being only broken by Leane’s soft sobs of despair.

“What did you keep us alive for? For ransom? Demoralization of other colonies? A bunch of war trophies to show off?”

“Straight to the point I see, commander Arewhel. Blunt as the stories say. Well, I suppose I’ll give you the answer. But first, are you thirsty? It must have been a long walk, marching all the way over here just to fall for my ambush, why don’t you drink something? I’ve made some absolutely delightful herbal tea for you three, custom made. I hope you enjoy it.”

“Squad E, may the captain of the squad please come forward to hold these little birdies in their cages?”

“I’m coming, commander.”

Taion has the captain hold Annie first, simply because her yelling was getting on his nerves, tilting her head upwards and holding her mouth open, before pouring a strangely coloured herbal liquid into the screeching bird, knocking her out cold soon after.

“Annie! What the hell did you do to her, you bastards!? She was my friend!”

“Hush hush, it’ll all make sense soon enough, she’s fine, as long as my calculations didn’t mess up, which, they *don’t*.”

“Commander, what about that one time in colony Lamb-”

“They don’t!”

Taion pours the tea into Leane’s mouth, his hands getting soaked in her tears, before moving on to Commander Arewhel, who just stared the man down with a cold hateful stare before having her mouth pried open.

“Perfect, let’s begin the experiment!”

The three women wake up, groggy and dizzy, their eyes taking a moment to adjust to the setting they’re in.

The girls quickly take notice of the lack of rope keeping their hands bound, and are able to summon their blades. The two squad leaders materialize their weapons from the ether in the air itself thanks to their iris, and Arewhel manifests her katana from her sheathe at the hip, holding it in anticipation.

The commander’s eyes dart back and forth, scanning for any enemies, aware that something must be going on if they’re being granted access to their weapons. 

“Hey Commander! Come over here and help us out figure what’s beyond this huge wall with your jumpin-” *rumble*

The ground shakes, Leane and Annie lose their footing from the sheer intensity of the quaking, falling on top of each other, while Arewhel stands ready, but her legs only *just* barely supporting her.

A large enemy force enters the area, not one made of cold hard steel and an engine fueled by the trio’s Keves comrades, but of flesh, accompanied by a very familiar face by now.

“Ahh! I see my new pawns have woken up. Truly delightful.”

The Agnian commander adjusts his glasses, leaning down to get a better view of the ladies. “Oh? wondering just what this new area is? Let me give you a better view..”

Taion puts his hand down to the floor, scraping it against the carpet to pick up the survivors of Colony 49, their attempt to flee from the hand pointless thanks to the relative size of his palms compared to their new doll-sized forms. 

After he had gathered them all up nice and tight in his worn out and bruised palms, he lifted them up directly to the height of his face, letting them observe their surroundings. 

The ladies nervously stood up and walked to the edge of the palm and realizing to their horror where they are.

The same place as before, just far larger.

“What in the world..?” said Arewhel, thinking aloud. 

“Now just how did Agnus get the option to turn their opposition to a form even smaller than a nopon? That’s what you’re wondering right?”

Taion spoke, his voice reverberating across the ladies ears, blowing their wings slightly back from the gust of Taion’s voice at this size.

“I’ll skip the intricate details for you, but since our bodies are manifested from the very ether we use to summon our weapons and fight with, we can control that ether signature and compress it, along with our bodies.”

“This seems to only be effective on sleeping targets however, as this is when their ether is at its most malleable, which sadly means this discovery to my playbook is not nearly as practical  as it would first seem.”

“Or at least, until I came up with a brilliant question. The flame clock is what fuels us, it’s our very life force, it gives us strength, the goal to keep growing stronger and stronger.”

“Just what would happen if one was to ingest the energy of another life inside their very own body?” Taion gained a smug grin, as the trio gasped in a mix of fear and astonishment.

Annie yelled out.

“JUST WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! We may very well be mortal enemies, but to resort to eating each other? We still look similar enoug-'' Annie's rant is cut short by taion picking her up with his other hands fingers, and dangling her above his mouth.

“Annie!” 

Leane yelled out, firing her Gunrod in a state of emotional panic directly at Taion’s face, with Arewhel using her jumping prowess to leap over to Taion’s neck and slice her katana at his throat, both barely even tickling him.

“Time to return home to Colon 49.”

Taion dropped her into his mouth and gulped her down in one go.

“Now then, time to take care of these annoying flies.”

Taion grabbed Arewhel in a tight fist, and then placed her inside a tiny cage, forcing her to watch.

Taion looked down to his open palm, Leane’s face dripping with tears over losing her best friend since first term.

“Still firing that peashooter of yours, are we? I noticed that scream of passion for my test subject. I take it you two were close? Then why don’t I reunite the two of you, hmm?”

Taion picks up the now completely defeated and unresponsive captain,  pushing her past his pursed lips, rubbing her face across his soft, slimy tongue, before sliding down his tight throat, without even a wriggle from the broken soldier.

Arewhel had seen everything that happened, powerless to do anything, feeling like an utter failure of a commander.

“Now then, time for the last, real test. One that I don’t think either of us will enjoy, to be frank.”

Taion picks up Arewhel’s cage and heads to his private tent, with no one else following. 

“There’s only one more point of entry for my finest test subject to go, I almost feel sorry for you, to be quite honest.” Taion makes sure there’s no one else around, for a reason he’s not even sure of, and slowly pulls his pants down, and along with them, his underwear, a sneaky mondo looking away in embarrassment.

“You can’t be serious..” Arewhel says in exasperation, as she starts to comprehend just where her final resting place will be, as Taions remarkably flat bottom spreads to show a large gaping abyss, freshly cleaned at the very least.

“This is all for the experiment, I assure you. I can’t believe Alexandria convinced me to do this..” 

Taion slowly opens Arewhels cage, his hands shaking with.. embarrassment? “What do I have to be embarrassed of, it’s not like this is weird right? Why is my face growing red?” These are the thoughts echoing throughout Taion’s mind as he slowly rests himself chest first on his transportable bed, spreading his cheeks open for a squirming and horrified Arewhel, stuck tight in his sweaty grip, until..

“Nghhh~!” Taion moaned as Arewhels screams were silenced by her head entering his insides, as he slowly pushed the pathetic commander further and further inside himself, trying to *understand* this new sensation he had never experienced before, but alas, this test was cut short by the sweat of his palm loosening enough for him to lose his grip, and a tiny Arewhel along with it.

“Phew! What a final test that was.. Just what was that sensation? I simply must explore it more.. But for now, I must wait to see if my hypothesis on the flame clocks motes strengthening the body if ingested bears fruit.”

Taion adjusts his underwear and pants back up, a blushing soldier in armor quickly returns to their post, as the serene flute playing of the two offseers echoes across the battlefield.

Ever since the felling of colony 49, any colony that faced colony beta, mysteriously had their female units disappear, unable to be given rest by Keves offseers. They may as well have just vanished, never to see the light of day again, becoming “*test subjects* for Taion’s *research* on that strange feeling he discovered one day, despite his hypothesis on flame motes for sustenance help strength being proved false.

Little did he know, many reincarnations later, Taion would rediscover the feelings that occured in his bottom with the help of a certain foul mouthed winged Keves soldier and this new technique of affection between two humans called “pegging.”