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"Alright, here we go!" Fionn let his eyes unfocus and cast his mind out, out, out beyond the borders of his reality, his multiverse, then from his plane. A riot of colours, sounds and impressions buffeted him, until he brought his full focus onto willing the images to make sense, the Codexes navigation aid flared to life, highlighting all the planes occupied by the empire. Fionn willed them away, this was fairly easy since for every imperial plane there were millions of variations of the same plane they hadn't gotten to. He focused on what he was looking for; he had promised his mum real time communication so he was aiming for a fanfiction he recalled reading a while back from the Ranma ½ franchise, it was called 'Desperately Seeking Ranma' and the main characters came into possession of a surplus of one of the most useful smart devices in any fiction he was aware of. And it was magitech to boot.

Slowly, he discarded more and more of the confusing jumble until at last, even the wider pool of Ranma universes faded away, and one cluster stood out. That was close enough - he could pick the exact time and timeline once he was inside the local cluster. Steeling himself Fionn leaped forward willing himself towards that cluster of universes with a single minded focus. It felt much like what he imagined going through the vortex animation on Stargate felt like, only multiplied by a thousand, and it stretched on far longer.

As he was buffeted and thrown around by what seemed like vortices of raw mana smashing entire universes against him pushing his way doggedly towards his goal, he couldn't help but wish he'd waited a couple more days and worked out portals so that he could just step between worlds like doormaker.

His moment of distraction cost him, as with that thought he wrenched to what felt to him like his left, although he was aware that direction had no meaning in this not-place, and crashed into a large cluster he was passing by. Unlike the other universes he simply bounced off of however, this one he sank into, the thought related to its contents enough to open the path inside.

He had a few moments of nothing but the words "OH SHIT!" playing on a loop in his head before he crashed into one of the strands within the cluster and was spat out in a flare of prismatic fire, three metres above a dingy rooftop. Which he promptly crashed into at speed and bounced down the slant towards the street below with calamitous clatter. Ordinarily, he would have had no trouble whatsoever catching himself before he even hit the roof, but right now, his everything was spinning and he thought he was going to be sick. Which was impressive in itself as no kind of wild manoeuvre that he'd tried whilst flying had had any kind of nauseating effect at all. That had to be, hands down, the very worst method of travel ever envisioned by anybody in the history of ever, and the unexpected and rough exit had helped not at all.

Getting woozily to his feet and placing a hand against the wall to steady himself while he waited for things to orient themselves he took a few deep, slow breaths. He somehow managed not to gag from the smell.

Once he had his feet under him he hopped lightly back onto the roof of the abandoned building next to him, and walked to the peak of the roof to have a look around. He grimaced when he realised that he'd forgotten he could fly now and lifted quickly into the air and hovered twenty metres above the rooftops.

To call the area he now found himself in a shithole would actually be fairly generous, but he could at least see some nicer areas a bit further in towards the middle of the city. Fionn did a slow circle. To the north, a dilapidated and abandoned rail yard, crawling with druggies even at this time of the night. East he found a fairly filthy bay, that was obviously a decent sized shipping hub at sometime in the not too distant past. There were dozens of derelict ships and boats sunk just outside the main industrial docking area, an oil-rig that had clearly been repurposed if the forcefield he could see humming around it, visible only in the higher spectrum, was anything to go by. Most damningly, a huge oil tanker was grounded right across the entrance of the shipping lane.

"Shit." Fionn smacked his palm against his forehead. "Way to miss the target. If this isn't Brockton Bay I'll eat a hat." Fionn considered just casting himself back out towards his original target, but he really didn't want to try that again quite so soon. He drifted over into one of the better cared for commercial districts to escape the smell a bit and set down on the roof of an office building.

'Threat assessment,' he mused to himself. 'OK, the shards predict the future using models built off of the mundane laws of physics… Most of my powers are purely magical in nature, including the ones affecting my thinking, and the shards can't know about magic or they wouldn't need to find a solution to entropy. That should mean that they can't predict anything I'll do with any accuracy, so Path to Victory and Ziz shouldn't be an issue.' He started to relax then tensed as he re-thought that statement. 'No! They can't predict me, but Ziz can still see me, and I bet they'd find the guy moving around in defiance of physics pretty interesting.'

Fionn quickly queried the codex for anti-scrying spells, then realised that wouldn't help against high tech mundane observation like what the shards used, so he broadened the search to anti-surveillance. He made a quick check of what they each did and then cast the five he felt most likely to prevent the shards from seeing him; he needed to overcharge the most promising spell, after it failed initially due to it not being intended for non-wizards. The spells did next to nothing against surveillance from entities in his current dimension, but he should be completely invisible to anyone looking in from the outside. He hoped. The spells working together should create a sort of small field in his vicinity within which a copy of his surroundings was made, completely accurate, save for the fact that he wasn't inside it. A sort of unflipped mirror world. Whenever something that would register his image was located outside his dimension the spell redirected observation into this pocket.

That would do. He would have to hope none of them had already noticed. He didn't plan to stay here all that long anyway.

Fionn was leaning against the back of some signage a couple of buildings over when he saw her. She was wearing a black body stocking with a long black cloak, her face was covered by a black metal mask that looked a lot like a hockey mask and she had some black armour plating on her knees and elbows. She had entered his sphere a while ago and was headed in his direction, turning into a wispy smokey state every so often and launching out over the fairly large gaps between buildings.

"You have got to be shitting me." Fionn muttered under his breath. 'I've been here for less than three hours!' he thought angrily. He had already prevented two muggings, one of which he suspected would have turned into a rape, and a break-in. Nobody would attribute them to him however.

He had prevented the break-in by causing the window to rebound the burgler's crowbar with far more force than it should have instead of breaking. The man had knocked himself out as a result, and his accomplice had dragged him into a waiting vehicle and driven off.

The first mugger had stepped on a patch of unfortunately slippery ground in just the right place that he'd fallen into a dumpster and beaned himself on the head. By the time he came to, blood running down his face his victim, a tired business owner working far too late from the looks of things, had bolted.

The skinhead with a gun who was looking a bit rape happy towards a slightly asiatic lady, he had been a bit less gently with. A spell had subtly rusted through the bolts holding an external A/C unit onto the side of the building. Fortunately for his continued health his intended target had called the police, who showed up alongside an ambulance.

That last one was a bit close to the building that he was waiting the night out on, which was what prompted his move over to his current perch. It had some nice visual cover from the street.

He was having fun setting up tiny portal based obstacle courses for a rolling ball bearing on the roof. He had gotten the hang of portals inside the same spacetime in only a little more than half an hour. They were extraordinarily close in method to teleporting; Instead of willing yourself to move to the endpoint as the final trigger for the spell, you just had to picture a doorway between those two places and will it to open. He found it helped in the beginning to have some kind of frame to open it inside, but after a bit of practice he got the hang of just opening them in midair.

Fionn vanished the latest course he had set up, and conspicuously did not look in the direction of what could only be shadow stalker. He could see the bolts loaded into the crossbows she was armed with were broadheads, which meant this was either before she joined the wards, or that she was doing an unauthorised patrol. Either option made the small figure in green, warping space to step from roof to roof a good way behind her, a point of curiosity. As far as he could tell, Shadow Stalker had no idea she was there.

Ah, there it was. He shifted a little to the left, a shadowy bolt slid through the space. He hadn't expected her to fire unprovoked! He looked a little deeper. Ah, she was seething mad at the moment. Things weren't going her way recently and she'd come out here to vent.

"Do you shoot random innocents often?" Fionn called out. He was actually kind of impressed with the shot. That had been dead on target, assuming she'd been aiming for his shoulder, and he'd judge the distance to be about thirty-five metres which would be out near the effective range for a crossbow a teenage girl could reasonably expect to cock.

Her answer was another bolt. Fionn twisted his body to let this one pass by too and frowned. That one had been aimed at his crotch. "Not cool."

He took a single step across the distance between them, instantly up in her face. Inside he was cackling like a little kid, magic was so awesome. "Isn't it a bit past your bedtime?" Shadow stalker startled and dropped her bow, hand flashing under her cloak to come out slashing with a small knife. Fionn caught her by the wrist and let a little spark dance between his fingers when she tried to phase through it. She cried out in pain and remained solid long enough for him to grab the blade between two fingers and yank it out of her hand. He tossed it across the roof where it slid to a halt right against the concrete lip at the edge.

"You're a bit too weak to be running around out here all alone aren't you?" Fionn's voice was taunting. Ah. That finally got a reaction.

"I'll show you weak you Nazi piece of shit!" That explained the attack. She came in swinging, much more cautious now, but enraged enough that she kept on the offensive regardless. She learned quickly enough not to try to cheat with her phasing, getting a painful spark whenever she made an attempt. She was definitely a more practised fighter than Fionn, he'd give her that. Unfortunately for her she may as well have been swinging at the speed that cold tar drips.

"Not a Nazi by the way." Fionn played along, keeping on the back foot, just parrying her blows, and all the while taunting her playfully with a voice charged with magic. "Well, you've kept your word at least. You certainly are 'showing me weak'."

"Aaagh!" She overextended on a punch, and he gave her a yank forward by her arm, dodging past her and slapping her on the ass through her cloak. The skin tight bodysuit was really doing it for him, she was a fit girl of about his age, and her face wasn't too bad under that mask either. Pity her personality was so shit. On the plus side, there was no reason to feel guilty about pumping and dumping her.

"Ole!" He'd begun to smell some arousal leaking through the anger early on in the fight, which had been running for a couple of minutes now, and decided to ramp up his pheromones to the point that they were quickly adding wood to the fire between her legs. She was panting, not entirely from the exertion of a few minutes of constant offence, she was so horny that the moisture was beginning to show against the black leggings. It looked like fighting really pushed her happy buttons. He was fairly sure that, if he just let her win, she'd find some way to justify raping him to herself. Unfortunately for her, he wasn't really much of a bottom, so that wasn't how this encounter was going to go.

Shadow Stalker spun around enraged, and seeing him with his back to the industrial air conditioning unit, abandoned good form and dive tackled him. Fionn danced out of the way, grabbing her arm and spinning her around so that her back slammed into the aircon. He caught her other hand as it came up for a blow to the side of his head and hoisted both hands over her head. She took the opportunity to slam her knee up into his fork. Fionn didn't even feel it, safe inside the expanded pouch in his underwear. He stepped in close, pressing up against her and grinding his thigh into her crotch.

"Well now, you are a fiery little slut, aren't you?" He laughed softly at her. "You're completely soaked. I can feel you on my leg through our clothes!" He put his face close to her mask. "Maybe you weren't out looking for a fight after all? Searching for a customer perhaps?" He gave her a toothy grin."

"Fuck you!" she snarled, reeling her head back and slamming forward for a headbut. Fionn moved his head to the side and spun her around, pulling her arms behind her back and slamming her up against the A/C again just lightly enough not to hurt her. The cloak was in the way, so he touched it with the hand that wasn't holding her wrists and apported it a metre behind him.

"Oh, don't worry," Fionn ran a hand down the back of her top and slipped it underneath her panties. Shadow Stalker tensed as he dipped a couple of fingers inside her soaking sex and pulled them back out, placing them in front of her face and spreading the fingers, showing her the sticky strings of her arousal. "You're going to." he whispered directly into her dusky ear.

She began to struggle, though not quite as hard as she could, and he noticed that she was grinding her arse into his crotch an awful lot for someone trying to get away. "You're bluffing," she panted, "you don't have the balls."

In response, Fionn stepped back, grabbed her pants and panties in one grip and yanked, making a small cut at the top on each side with magic to get it started, tearing her coverings away and leaving her nude nude rear exposed to him. "Sure about that?"

He began trailing his hand around on the dark skin of her exposed behind, teasing ever closer to her core, but never quite touching. Her breathing caught, shoulders still tense. "I bet I wouldn't even feel it, I felt you pressed up against me, you must have the most pathetic cock in the whole city." Fionn could hear the sneer in her voice so clearly, he'd have been able to tell her expression even if he couldn't have seen her face in his sphere. "That why you gotta beat up little girls to get some? Women take one look at your cock and laugh themselves out the door?"

"Heh," Fion laughed and lowered his pants with magic, letting his cock slap onto her ass with a meaty thwack. "Tinkertech underwear." He stated when she twisted her head back to look at him over her shoulder, some real fear entering her eyes for the first time "And you attacked me, remember slut?" He drew back and slid his dick between her legs, sliding it back and forth along her dripping slit to lube it up. He leaned in. "This is the only chance I'm going to give you to say no," he murmured directly in her ear, "there's no safeword. Think carefully now, if the very next word out of your mouth isn't "stop" then this is going inside you".

Shadow Stalkers panting hitched again after a moment's pause as she realised he wasn't really going to force her if she didn't want it. He saw her shoulders relax minutely. She bit her lip under her mask where she thought he couldn't see and almost whined "That won't fit."

Fionn felt a rush of excitement. He pulled back and pressed the bulbous head of his cock to the entrance of her pussy. "I'll make it fit." He spoke with certainty. He crouched slightly for a good upwards angle, and slowly pushed forward inexorably, his free hand went around to cup the front of her neck lightly, her modest breasts mashed up against the unit in front of her. He followed her as on tiptoes she was forced to take two tiny steps forward by the unrelenting pressure on her entrance. Her hips were resting against the wall too now, she had nowhere else left to go to relieve the pressure. She actually began lifting off her feet slightly, and for a moment Fionn worried that she had been right and he really wouldn't fit inside before, with a sudden lurch the head popped inside, her vulva crushed out of the way and she gradually began to sink back down.

Fionn was glad he was un-naturally durable now, he was fairly sure pushing his dick into something hard enough to lift a fit girl like Shadow Stalker would usually really hurt it. When he was far enough inside that she could take her weight on her tiptoes again he withdrew slightly, making sure not to pop out, and pushed back into her a few centimetres deeper than before. Working himself in by a couple of centimetres at a time he made his way toward her womb at the end of her sheath.

She was so fucking tight. If she wasn't a virgin when this started then she could not have possibly been penetrated more than a couple of times by a much smaller tool. She was making little breathy wimpers now, teeth digging into her bottom lip as she tried desperately not to moan. The combative nature of the whole encounter was making the monkey hindbrain in him beat his chest in triumph, so he decided to gloat a little. "How's that my slutty little shadow, Can you feel it yet? What was it you said? Most pathetic cock in the whole city, right?" The smug was almost palpable.

"Fuck. You." She got out between pants.

Fionn felt the puffy ring at the end of her tunnel press up against his head. There were still a good couple of centimetres left to go "You already are, but you might want to brace yourself for this." He let go of Stalker's arms and moved his hand down to wrap around her hip and play with her clit. Then drew out by nearly the full length until only the tip was inside, and pulled her hard by her waist and her neck and slammed forward into her cervix. He watched the pleasure centres in her brain firing off, as she came hard, the experience intensified by the pain from having him batter against her womb. He wouldn't usually want to crush her cervix like that, he knew it hurt for most women, but it looked like Stalker was something of a masochist, so he decided to trust the instincts the Ero template had given him, that this was what she liked and that the porn physics would prevent any lasting damage. He set a gruelling pace, slamming into her hard and pulling nearly all the way out at high speed, over and over, occasionally switching things up and doing a dozen or so short hard thrusts before going back to long strokes.

Shadow Stalker gave in, holding back her voice when he moved her around, pressed her head into the roof and kept going at her doggy style, her metal kneepads and elbow pads saving her from the harsh concrete of the roof. She was currently howling her way through orgasm number eight, Fionn having made liberal use of magic to increase her sensitivity and of pheromone to increase the sensation of pleasure she felt through contact with his skin, even as he was careful to angle himself to drag along her G-spot with every thrust into her sloshing sex.

He was getting close to finishing now, and Stalker was almost completely exhausted, as well as nearly insensate with pleasure at this point. Fionn decided he wanted to look her in the eyes when he filled her up, so he flipped her onto her back without pulling out, grabbed both ankles and pressed them down next to her head in a mating press. "I'm going to fill you now slut." He panted as he looked down at her, switching exclusively to thrusting as long and fast as he could in this position "I'm gonna stain your slutty little black cunt white."

Stalkers eyes rolled back in her head as she approached the peak for one last time. "Yes!" She cried out, "Do it! Breed me!" For a moment, he really considered doing it, just setting his fertility control to guaranteed pregnancy and knocking her up. It's not like he would be around for it to bite him in the ass after all. He was getting out of dodge before tomorrow night one way or the other. Then the realities of that decision took away the lustre of it. He may not care about making this nasty bitch a single teen mother all that much, especially since she had guaranteed support via the PRT, but he wasn't going to saddle some poor kid of his with living on earth-bet with this psychopath as a mother.

Moment passed he kept himself infertile, made sure he'd come at least a half litre, buried himself all the way inside her and let loose right up against her womb. He did leave a little surprise for her though. A spell cast on his cum that would cause her to constantly have little aftershock orgasms for as long as it was inside her. They would diminish in strength relative to the amount she had in her, but she was in for a fun night.

He held still for a bit to catch his breath, waiting for Shadow Stalker to regain consciousness, that last orgasm had knocked her out cold. Then with a slurping sucking sound, dragged his still hard cock out of her and stood up for a good stretch. He wouldn't be getting any more use out of her. Fortunately for him, there was still another option around. He could feel panting gasps against his hard-on, as someone had their nose right up close to it and was taking deep sniffs of his scent.

Two roofs away he could see Vista, lying on her back and masturbating furiously, just barely hidden by the concrete lip of the roof. She had twisted the space around us to give herself a close up view, which he only noticed because he could see the twisted space himself. That was kind of a moot point though, he mused as her tongue took a little swipe of the cum covering his cock. There was no way he'd have missed that.