[Corruption, Genderswap, Twinning]

Everything had gone wrong. When they were just about to dismantle Sumeragi’s plan completely, QUILL had been preempted. Just when they had the advantage, it slipped out from under their noses. The Adept Merak had managed to grab ahold of the Muse, whisking her away using his power and disappearing before they had a chance to stop him. The worst part of it all was that they thought he had been slain just a few missions prior.

Regardless, it was up to GV, or rather Gunvolt, to set a stop to all of this. Even if they had to go stop Sumeragi’s plan directly instead of keeping the Muse out of their hands.

“Wait for me, Joule. I’ll get you back, before you know it..!”

His electricity was running wild as he dashed towards the orbital elevator that led towards Sumeragi. He wasn’t about to let anybody get in his way. No matter how tough they were. No matter how many of them there were. He’d make his way through them all, and save the girl..!

“Alright, alright, that’s enough of that.”

The blonde Adept blinked for a second, his rage quickly boiling as he heard that voice echo through his ear. He knew exactly who it belonged to. And it was right about time for him to get his revenge for what he had done.

“MERAK!” Gunvolt shouted, pointing his pistol towards the lazy-minded Adept. “GIVE HER BACK!” He wasn’t about to mince words. If he had the chance, he’d fry him thoroughly until he gave her what he wanted.

The Slothful Conjurer himself, Merak, simply looked down upon the boy who was shouting at him like an impotent child. “Yeah, yeah, just keep on shouting. That’s totally going to get you your girl back. Not like it’ll just piss me off and make me want to kill her instead.” He said, laziness dripping off every word that left his mouth.

His slothful actions and dismissal almost earned him a sword-like structure straight to the face, courtesy of the Azure Striker that the lightning-wielding boy had. “Give. Her. Back.” The fury in the blonde’s voice didn’t fade, though he did quiet down. If only because he knew that the lazy boy could use his emotions against him.

“That’s better. Still a bit too angry for my tastes, but we never got along.” Merak yawned, running a hand through his blue hair as he stretched a little. “Still, I think I’ll give you a present. You wanted that girl back, right?”

He snapped his fingers, and one of his Wormhole portals opened up, revealing the purple-haired girl that the boy had been trying to save. Joule. Otherwise known as the Muse, due to her own abilities. And yet, why would he just give her away like that, when she was an instrumental part of Sumeragi’s plans..?

“Joule!” Gunvolt shouted, as he tried to reach out towards the slowly descending purple haired girl…

Only for her body to suddenly convulse, a powerful shock rushing through her as she let out a scream that could only be called painful. Not only that, but the same kind of static field that he usually used to fight and defend himself with appeared around her…

“Sorry, not going to be that easy.” Merak said, the slothful twink grinning a little now that he had dangled the carrot in front of the lightning-filled workhorse. “I just wanted to rub it in a little. But, you see, that Septima of yours is pretty nice, isn’t it?”

Gunvolt didn’t like where this was going, as he let the energies of the Azure Striker slowly pulse out of him. If he couldn’t approach her directly, he’d have to suppress the electricity discharging from her body with his own..!

“Before you go try and be all heroic, please take a moment to listen for once. I’m about to get to the best part.” The blue-haired twink said, stopping the boy in his tracks by firing off a laser with another one of his wormholes. Just to distract him a little further.

Once the blonde stopped looking ready to rescue the girl that he wanted to protect above all else, the boy started to speak up again. “Like I said. That Septima of yours is pretty great, isn’t it? Now, what would happen if we gave it to other potential Adepts?” He paused, before letting his head slump onto his palm. “They end up electrocuting themselves to death before they get useful. Great. Fantastic.”

“Get to the point, Merak. I don’t have time for this.” Gunvolt shot back, not about to waste more time when his Joule was currently in pain, and when he clearly could save her if the twink just stopped attacking him, as he jumped out of the way of one of the lazy lasers…

Merak sighed. He really did hate these types of boys. They never let him finish, they always bothered him, and they gave him crap for not caring about other people. Really, just the worst kind of package for somebody like him.

“Okay. Think about this for a second, genius. The Muse’s power is not her own. So, what would happen if we give this extremely powerful, extremely useful Adept, a power that might be even stronger when combined with it?” He explained, before a sly smirk slipped onto his face. “Of course, with a few tweaks to ensure that she’ll stay loyal to us.”

Gunvolt’s eyes widened as he started realizing what the boy was implying. “You’d hurt her even more than you already have. Don’t you have any kind of mercy for a girl like her!?” He shouted, amplifying the power of his Static Field as much as he possibly could, intent on saving her right then and there…

Only for his own electricity to fizzle out, courtesy of the pulses coming from the purple-haired beauty that still seemed to be in pain. But the more time passed, the more it seemed like she was gaining control over it.

Though, that wasn’t a good thing. Not as those painful cries turned into mocking laughter. Not as she began to stand up, a strange look flickering on her face.

“Oh, yeah. One more thing. You’re going to love this part, trust me.” Merak grinned, as he made his mechanical chair clap with its oversized hands, causing the electrical surges coming from Joule to intensify even further. “What would you say if we modeled that artificial Azure Striker after you? I’m sure you’ll love it.”

Gunvolt didn’t understand what he was getting at, not until he kept looking at Joule. Not until he felt his heart beating slower, time feeling like it moved at a snail’s pace when he looked at her…

The girl was changing. The electricity that was pulsing from her was being absorbed into her. Gradually changing her, bit by bit. First by changing that beautiful hair of hers, dyeing it a mixture between the same terrible shade of blue that the slothful boy had, as well as the blonde that Lumen usually had. A representation of who had taken her, and a representation of the power inside her…

It wasn’t just her hair that changed either. It was her entire body. Starting with her clothes. Stripping them away to reveal her body, so nubile, so smooth. Yet so utterly unfit for combat. And with a new Septima that would stand above the rest in terms of offense and support, it wouldn’t do.

She let out a moan as she moved her hands along her body, the electricity slowly but surely coursing through her as it left a latex-like pattern on her skin. It pressed against her, constricting her body, while at the same time freeing it from its weakness…

If she was still able to think of anything, she’d probably be frightened by all of this. But the pressure from the Septima that had been planted within her, the one that was fueling her transformation, stifled those worries. Stuffed them away, letting only its power hungry nature rule this body that they shared. And when it wasn’t busy enjoying the power that coursed through, it was more than happy to enjoy her body for all it was worth. Which was why that suit seemed so tight, it was designed to squeeze out every bit of pleasure from her slim and useless form...

The changes were drastic from that point onward. The latex suit’s constant pressure caused her feminine aspects to slowly degrade, replaced with more masculine traits. Especially down below, as a notable bulge pushed out between her thighs, while her expression grew more confident, just like the eagle-eyed one that GV had.

She, or rather, He, grinned as the electricity continued to change him. The suit was just what was underneath. The clothes of a proper Adept donned him. Clothes that were almost too identical to the boy that had saved him. Boots. Shorts. Gauntlets. Armor. Even a long coat for style, though the main difference between the two laid in the coloration. Instead of his usual azure colors, the altered Joule’s colors were more like that of Meraks, further inflating the slothful boy’s sense of ego…

A pair of wings soon grew from his back. They were in the style of a morpho butterfly, just like the kind that you’d see sprouting from Lumen’s back. But they were made from electricity, showing that the Muse’s power was ultimately just feeding into the Azure Striker that he had been filled with. And now that he had all of the power, he wouldn’t be captured ever again…

“So, how was the show? I’m sure you like what you’re seeing. Considering you think of yourself as such a great and inspiring figure, I bet.” Merak mocked Gunvolt, laughing a little as the blonde was still left a bit powerless thanks to the superior electricity that came from the boy that had once been Joule.

The blonde grit his teeth. He wasn’t about to let this end like this. He was going to save her, even if she was turned into a crude copy of himself. And after he was done with that, he’d make sure that the lazy twink understood just how much he had managed to anger him.

“Oversurge, Azure Striker..!” The Azure Striker cried out, supercharging his lightning the best he could. He needed to get through to the girl, before it was too late..!

Unfortunately, his genuine Septima was nothing when faced with the duet of the Muse and the artificial Azure Striker, as the copy of himself that had once been Joule short circuited his electricity with nothing but a smug grin, causing the blonde to collapse in pain.

“What’s the matter, GV? Can’t handle a little shock? I thought you were made of sterner stuff.” The morpho-winged discolored copy of the boy grinned, lightly tapping his boot against the blonde’s head. “Speaking of GV, what’s a good name for me…”

He thought about it for a few seconds, before shrugging. “Muse Striker. Let’s go with that. Covers both bases.” It wasn’t hard to tell that he had inherited more than a bit of Merak’s laziness, or that he had grabbed more than his fair share of the same boy’s sadism, given the electricity that charged from his foot…

Gunvolt could feel the pulses of electricity piercing through him. They were painful, to say the least. But beyond that, they were humiliating. He never expected to be underneath Joule’s foot, much less a corrupted version of her that wanted nothing more than to see him suffer.

“So, what do we do with him?” Muse asked, looking up at the blue-haired twink that was more equipped for something like this. “Throw him in the brig, finish what Sumeragi wants us to do, then head home and relax?” He offered a suggestion, while casually letting one of his hands drift down below. Not because he was horny or anything, but because he needed to adjust the latex that kept his everything so tight and snug.

Merak thought on it. For longer than he usually did, which was almost a bit uncharacteristic for the lazy boy. “Hrrrrm. I don’t really wanna go give you away to Nova, not before I’ve made sure that you’re as robust as we’d like you to be. Buuuuut…” He paused, looking down at the defeated boy on the ground below…

“I think we can have a bit of fun with the stuck-up idiot. How about you try and zap him a bit more? I wanna see how he reacts.” The lazy twink grinned, resting his head on the back of his palms for just a moment while giving out commands. Just like a real commander. Not that he’d ever want to be one, but he took the chance when he had it.

Muse grinned in turn as he lightly kicked the blonde boy onto his back, causing him to groan in response to the abuse. “Where do you want it? Down there? I think it’d be fun to give him a lil’ zap or two down there.” The lazy sadist chimed, his finger surrounded by a chain of shocking little zaps.

Gunvolt didn’t like where this was going. Nor did he like the fact that the finger was appraoching his crotch. And he especially didn’t like the pain that came with it, his hidden cock bulging against his pants as the electricity coursed through him and forced him to grow erect.

“Well well, he’s responding well. I can’t believe he didn’t try and do this to himself earlier, makes getting off so much easier.” The blue-and-blonde cloned twin grinned, his cheeks flushing a little red as he not-so-subtly tried it on himself. With predictable results, given the slight stain that appeared between his thighs.

Merak laughed. “Do it again.” He commanded, and the scream that followed was just the right kind of music to his ears. In fact, he could listen to it over and over and over if he so wished. But having fun out here wasn’t ideal.

“Stop… Joule… Please…” Gunvolt muttered, his body thoroughly abused just from a few taps with that electrified finger. That and the utter humiliation and shame that came from being a toy of the corrupted version of the girl he wanted to protect.

Muse didn’t listen. He just pushed that foot up against his head one more time, pressing his heel down as he gathered all of his electricity. He was getting bored of him.

“Hold on.” Merak spoke up, before snapping his fingers to make a wormhole appear. “Let’s take him home and mess with him more. Maybe he’ll get just as horny as you, once we’ve trained him a bit.”

Now that was a good idea. That’s what the cloned boy thought, anyway, as he launched the blonde into the air and let the lazy boy’s chair catch him. “Bet we’ll end up on top of you before you know it.” He chimed, disappearing into the hole first.

The lazy twink grinned, his chair squeezing the blonde Adept harder. Nova could wait. It was time to have some fun with the Azure Striker…

And maybe, just maybe, make both the genuine and fake users of that Septima into his cuddly pets. Hey, even a lazy boy needs somebody to cuddle with at night.