The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights.
"WHAT IN THE NINE LEVELS IS GOING ON HERE?!"
Mel was literally bowled off her feet by the blonde's (she'd managed to *stop* thinking of the woman as "Joni", the obvious physical resemblance notwithstanding) bellowed exclamation. Because her eyesight had not yet cleared, she had no idea what had set the woman off so. She wasn't even sure what had happened exactly. One moment she was cornering Janice at the Rainbow (no easy feat, as the small blonde had spotted her early on and managed to dodge her pursuer on the dance floor and around the bar for nearly two hours of sustained effort)...the next the were *both* being grabbed by the neck by her assistant's leather-clad twin and finding themselves at the center of a nuclear explosion...
At least that's what it felt like. Right then, Mel had neither sight nor the least sense of up or down.
Hence her tumbling directly into the arms of an equally startled, equally blind Janice Covington, who supported the taller woman with surprising strength and righted her with ease, grace, and infinite care. She jerked her hands away, however, the instant she was certain Mel was standing upright, as though burned to the bone.
The blonde goddess paid no mind to this fascinating dynamic, instead glaring all about at the antics her army was presently involved in. Xena, whether as warlord or Goddess of War, had always prided herself on being able to maintain tight discipline among her forces. Granted, she'd lost control slightly when she'd single-handedly crushed Ceasar and Pompey's armies in Illyria, but then the Roman always did have that effect on her, and there was no way she'd tolerate those two idiots bringing their dirty little civil war into her domain. The entire incident had taught her a valuable lesson about being sure to control one's forces better, lest she force Gabrielle into a position where the bard had to make those choices again.
Right then, Xena wasn't thinking about...her...because she had larger concerns to occupy her...namely her entire army it seemed suddenly forgetting discipline and turning the camp into a massive if subdued orgy that would have certainly made Aphrodite blush. In the single minute she stood there, Xena was witness to a wrestling match between a pair of nude Spartans which promptly turned into something else, an impromptu game of 'tag' between three Amazons (getting 'tagged' consisting of having some article of clothing torn away), and a nervous looking Athenian man being bodily carried between four women into the nearest tent. The air was filled with moans, cries and screams that she recognized all too well. Gabrielle had made...similar noises...on occasion...
Xena felt her teeth clench at the thought of...her...
"EPHINY!" she roared, unwilling to entertain such sights...such thoughts...any longer.
"Yes, dear?" drawled the War-leader's voice from behind, the Amazon herself appearing out of a tent nearby. Xena spun, eyes aglow with fury, feeling her fires burn still hotter at the sight of her second's appearance. The warrior woman's naturally curly hair was a wild mass let loose to flow about her shoulders, tendrils of hot sweat streaking slowly down her temples and tracing between her breasts. She clad only in boots and a lazy grin of evil intentions, her eyes smoky with hunger for the slender looking form before her.
"Xena! You've come out to play!" Ephiny held up the flogger dangling in one hand, its leather strands glistening in the torchlight, red stains still damp. She pouted "*I'm* ready to play, but Solari's passed out on me."
The goddess' eyes widened at this, and she pushed passed both her captives and second to peer inside the appropriate tent. She wasn't shocked at the sight of a naked and bound Solari she found there. Her second's relationship with the Cavalry Captain was an open secret, and the two routinely shared each other's bedrolls. What caused her start was the sight of the many, *many* dripping lash marks which criss-crossed the brunettes back and buttocks; for the longest time, Ephiny had been the one to object over the growing use of torture and its implements. Evidentally, she'd had a change of heart. The Captain was hunched over, her wrists still tied the central pole of the tent, legs half-folded up underneath her. Xena's eyes caught the satiated, nearly delirious grin on the brunette's face.
A growl more befitting a caged lioness than humanformed goddess came from her throat. She spun from the tent, only to be greeted by yet another sight which only served to raise her hackles more.
Ephiny had taken notice of the two she'd brought with her. Exactly why she'd sought out those two in particular was a mystery, the tall one her twin (her original body, that is, which Hades had better have left undamaged or she happily drag him through all nine levels of Tartarus) and the smaller one a mirror image for...
It wasn't so much that the War-leader was expressing an interest, gods knew Xena herself was starting to feel affected by whatever had gripped her army. It was which *one* she was expressing interest in.
"Oooo, Xena," the War-leader drawled, her entire form quivering as she drew a single finger across the small blonde's jawline. "Is this one another prize? Can I *play* with her this time?"
The 'prize' took obvious exception to this, batting away Ephiny's hand with a scowl. The War-leader, not used to being so spurned, retaliated with a powerful backhand which knocked the smaller woman to her knees and drew a trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth. The taller one, to this point looking timid as a rabbit, promptly sprang into action, seizing the offending hand and jerking the surprised Amazon so they were face to face.
"Those lips belong to *me*, you bitch!" Mel hissed out in a voice she barely recognized as her own. Ever since her vision had cleared she'd found herself growing more and more tense, initially in a somebody-show-me-to-the-bedroom sort of way, which quickly became a I-will-pound-everybody-into-the-ground sort of way. The sight of a naked and sweating Ephiny didn't help, and the short-hemmed leather number Janice was wearing was doing very bad things to her self-control. She was horny as all hell and couldn't think of thing to do about it.
She was given no time to think about such things, however, as a sledgehammer in the shape of a slender fist connected with her own jaw. Mel tumbled to the ground once more, unconscious, her fall promptly broken by a Jan, who cradled the larger form to her with a mix of emotions playing across her face.
Ephiny looked dazed by all this, the whirlwind of activity breaking through the erotic fog that had settled over her mind. "What..." was all she could get out before the goddess' hand closed about her throat and lifted her some handlengths off the ground. She desperately grabbed the wrist, trying mightily to keep her air-passage from being crushed.
Somehow, she managed to meet Xena's eyes, immediately wishing she hadn't. All the fires of Tartarus burned there, scorching her to her core. The goddess had only one question for her second, asked so calmly as to be terrifying.
"Where are they?"
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