[Multiple TFs]

"Where am I?"

That was the first question that fell onto the mind of the young girl who currently found herself stuck between several shelves and bookcases worth of books. Last she remembered, she was just having a walk through the library at her school as she tried to find a book she could share with her friend Minami, but now... Well, to say that she didn't recognize her surroundings would be a bit of an understatement.

The girl, Mikai Fushimi, was used to not knowing where she was. Which wasn't really weird because she had been stuck with some type of amnesia due to how she had barely emoted over the last ten years. But she didn't let that keep her down, it just meant that she was on a constant journey of discovery every day regardless of the day. Granted, she had a habit of forgetting important things or making big misassociations. Her mom still wouldn't let her live down that 'Wool' incident.

Still, the more time Mikai spent looking around trying to understand what was happening around her, the less she really learned. All that she could see were many different books, each of them having such extravagant titles that didn't really tell her anything regarding their contents. What kind of person just names their stories like that?

"Hello? Helllooooo? Anybody here?" Mikai shouted down the aisle as she looked back and forth. Nobody seemed to answer her cryout, so what was she supposed to do? Just stand around and wait for somebody to arrive? That wasn't really her style. She didn't like to stand around and do nothing if she could help it.

So she grabbed a couple of those books and started walking. Mostly to try and find a chair that she could sit in. She wasn't a 'stand up and read while you walk' kind of girl. Unlike her rich friend who seemed really good at it. Then again, she never seemed to quote any of the books she read, so maybe she did it to just seem better than other people? That did seem like an Agatha approach...

As Mikai walked through the expansive library, wondering if she had somehow managed to loop around the entire place since it didn't seem like the bookcases were coming to an end any time soon, the girl took a moment to look at the titles on the various books she grabbed. "Queen's Descent, Astarte's Influence, Maternal Guidance, Natu- Wait, what's that last one?" Mikai glossed over the titles until she hit the last one, something she recognized. And it damn well nearly caused her to drop the entire stack right then and there, but a few quick steps in the right direction caused the stack to stop wobbling and not end up tipping over. Good thing too, she didn't want to get smacked across the head with so many heavy books.

Still, that last book. 'Natura Recruitment'. She had heard of the Natura before. It was that show that Tsubasa was really into. Hiro too. What was this doing here? Was she still in her world, or did she find somebody with the same kind of enthusiasm as her friends? If that's the case, she definitely needed to get their name so Tsubasa had somebody else to chat with. Being stuck with Hub-chan and a few of his online friends probably wasn't good for his health whenever he wasn't joining them for activities.

Mikai looked around a bit more, still unable to find a path that would lead her towards the library's entrance. If there even was one. Maybe it was okay to just put the stack of books down on the ground and then read that Natura story. Who knows, maybe she'd learn about the characters a bit more. As much as Tsubasa had explained and as much of his stuff that she had read, she'd admit that she hadn't really learned much about the characters. And Hiro wasn't much help either because she was more attached to the older heroines that she had read and watched. Soooo... It couldn't hurt at all. Could it-

Just as Mikai was about to put the stack of books down on the ground, two of the bookcases to her right suddenly shifted out of the way, and a dull looking set of red eyes suddenly stared straight into her own, causing a brief chill to run down her spine. Who was this? Had she been here the entire time? Was she the owner..?

The woman standing between the bookcases wore a black suit that seemed a few sizes too small. What else could explain the sheer size of the things hanging off her chest? Then again, the rest of her body didn't seem as exaggerated, so maybe she was just blessed? Then again those things had to be heavy so maybe it was a curse? Either way, her white hair and the brain it was tied into that curled over her shoulder served to contrast her body and the sharp chill of her eyes, giving her some sort of... Warm aura? Mikai couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she didn't exactly feel like she was in danger around this woman...

"How did you get here?" The woman asked, her voice sounding more tired rather than annoyed. Not just that, but she didn't seem bewildered. As if she was intimately familiar with the girl. "I thought you were asleep, considering how long it's been since I've put you to paper."

Mikai blinked a few times as the gears in her brain refused to properly turn. "I, uh, I fell asleep and woke up here and then I saw a couple of nice looking books." She explained, smiling as a bit of sweat ran down her face. "Y-You don't mind if I read them, right? I'll be careful, promise. I made sure they didn't fall when I thought I saw a really neat book too, even though they could've all fallen on my head!" She cried out, almost seeming proud of the fact that she was a bit of a klutz...

The woman in black just stared at the girl for a few seconds before slowly but surely letting her palm drag across her own face. "Right. I forgot." She muttered, before snapping her fingers as all of the bookcases suddenly started shuffling around them, at speeds that made it seem like they hadn't been immobile up until this moment.

Mikai outright dropped her stack of books at the sight, her jaw nearly falling to the floor in awe. What was... What was happening, exactly? Was this something people could do? Was she a magician? A Monster? Part of Golden Freedom? Whatever she was, she was doing something so amazing. And it was really just shuffling a bunch of super heavy furniture around! Imagine what else she could do?

"You dropped these." The woman said as she lightly lifted her hand, causing the stack of books that her guest had dropped to neatly float back into her arms. They hadn't even hit the ground, she had managed to capture them using her powers to prevent them from being injured.

Mikai let out what could best be described as the high pitched excited tone of a steaming teapot as she started violently vibrating with excitement on the spot. "You're amazing, Miss! How can you do all of this stuff? Are you really, super duper powerful, or do you know something I don't? Can I learn to push bookcases around like this? Can I?"

"I'll explain it all, one little question at a time." The woman explained as a table slammed down on the ground beside them, serving to interrupt their little idle conversation. "For now. I want you to take a seat, Mikai. Otherwise, you're just going to tire your legs out. And I have the distinct feeling that once I tell you everything, you're going to want to use them more than ever. Especially if you want to navigate this library and still have time to read everything you grabbed."

"How do you know my name?" Mikai asked, completely disregarding the absurdity of a table falling from the sky as she took a seat near it and placed the books she had been wanting to read on top, crossing her legs as she pulled them up onto the cushy chair.

The woman took a seat before resting her head on the back of her hands, smiling softly as she spoke. "My name is Hato. I suppose you could call me your creator." She boiled it down into the most simple terms that she could muster. Because she knew that if she started getting complex, Mikai would find a way to misunderstand it in a dramatic fashion.

"I wasn't created by a Pigeon, my mom's the one who 'created' me." But even then she found a way to misunderstand. Because Mikai didn't really think people could be created in that way. She had learned about the way babies were born in biology, and she had read at least a couple of the weird stories with pregnancy in them that Tsubasa had written. So somebody just creating her didn't seem right.

Hato let out a sigh as she brushed her hand up against her bangs. Yeah. This was what she should've seen coming. "Let's try it like this. You know all of your adventures, all of your struggles with Hiro, with Golden Freedom, and so on and so forth?" She explained, the girl nodding to confirm everything. "Please. Look at this."

As the black-suited woman spoke, she gestured with one of her fingers. And from the bookcases that now circled around their quaint little table, a book flew off its shelf and gracefully landed on the woman's palm. Upon catching it, she merely turned it around to show the spine to the girl, revealing a single name on the back.

"...Jõtaider? That's what I am, what's your point?" Mikai asked, taking the book from the white-haired woman and slowly leafing through the pages as she tried to understand what exactly was being implied. Though, the idea that somebody would write about her was honestly kind amazing. Maybe she'd have her own version of Tsubasa in the fut... okay no that wasn't actually that great they'd probably write a lot of weird stuff about her.

Once she started actually reading the book, however, the young girl quickly realized that it was... really wordy. Like extremely wordy. But at the same time, it was accurately recounting a lot of her thoughts and her actions during the various fights she had been through. Even up until the point where she had been... Well, to say that her relationship with Saki-senpai had gotten strained would be an understatement. But if this meant that everything was just a story, then...

Mikai took a deep breath as she closed the book, closing her eyes as well as she let the thought linger on her mind. If she was just a creation, then... then... then..!

"It's okay to be shocked." Hato said, taking a brief sip from one of her many cups of coffee, wiping the slight hint of cream on her lip away with her sleeve. "I didn't expect to see you here. Much less end up actually meeting you like this. But I felt like it wouldn't be right if I didn't tell you what you really were. And who I am, as a res-"

"Aaahhh! It's so cool!"

Hato blinked. "Come again?" This was a reaction she honestly hadn't expected. Why in the world would a girl like her, who was just confronted with the fact that her life was just one big story that the creator had penned, think that it was cool? Wasn't she supposed to consider none of it worth it if she just... was somebody's brain child? What made her think this was a good thing, considering how little effort the writer had put into making sure everything came out on time?

"Well, it's like, somebody really likes what I'm doing. Even if its what they think I'm like." Mikai said with a bright smile. "And, well, if it's actually true and I'm just a written girl, then... Isn't it cool that somebody wants to do all that stuff with me?" She chimed, looking at thing as positively as possible.

The white-haired woman was rendered nice and silent by that approach. "...I..." She muttered as she let that dwell on her mind, slowly letting her face sink into the back of her hands, letting it stew. And then she slowly but surely started to cry a little.

"H-hey, don't cry, Miss! I'm being serious!" Mikai cried out, shuffling her chair closer to the white-haired woman as she wrapped her arms around her and held her as close as she possibly could. Smiling and snuggling her like she was a relative that was close to her heart. Not like she'd hug her mom, but something kind of like it. If she really was her creator, then she had to give her that kind of respect... Especially since she made her fights seem so cool.

Hato just quietly sobbed for a bit as she lifted her head back off her hands, the tears streaming down the sides of her face. "You're so precious, Mikai. You're right. It's really cool that I want to write your adventures." She muttered, hugging the girl back as she put her hand on the back of the younger girl's head, before she outright started wailing. Ah, it felt so good to be loved by your own creation. Even if the validity of that love wasn't exactly... As pure as one might want it to be.

Mikai just smiled as the older lady hugged her. And she made sure to tighten her hug. So she knew that no matter what, she loved her just as much as she loved her other friends. Even though they had just met, if Hato had that much influence over her stories, she put her complete trust in her life being in good hands.

After Hato finally stopped sobbing like she had just gotten her first adoring fan, she wiped her tears on the younger girl's shirt and quietly started to clear her throat, composing herself in the process. "T-Thank you, Mikai. Thank you so much." She muttered, a smile on her face. This was something she had been longing to hear for the longest time...

"And thank you for writing about me, Miss!" Mikai giggled, throwing her hands behind her head, before stretching a bit and looking at the stack of books on the table. If what Hato was saying was true, then there were a lot more characters in these books that she had created, just like her? To think that she could make so many books and bring so many people to life...

But that brought another thing to mind. "So, wait... If you wrote me and made me live, then... What's with the Natura girls? I thought they were a show in my story." She asked, rightfully tilting her head as she started wrapping her head around it all. Honestly, it was hard to keep track of. How were several stories connected like that internally?

Hato just grinned a bit. Ah yes. This part. "How about this, Mikai?" She said, as she carefully plucked the Natura Recruitment story out from the stack of books, opening it up as it briefly started to glow. "My tomes, the tomes in this Forbidden Archive of mine, have a bit of a special effect when they're being read by people that haven't yet received permission to indulge themselves. I'll make sure that nothing bad happens to you, but why don't you read one and try it out? See what might happen if you read about the other characters I've written."

"Something bad's going to happen if I read them, isn't it?" She asked, and the writer nodded. "Hrmmmm... Weeellll... If you say you're going to make sure nothing really bad'll happen, then I guess I can read. And besides, it's more of that Natura stuff! I wanna see what the characters are like, when they're penned by their real writer!" She chimed, as she started pouring her eyes all over those wonderful words...

As she read, she was completely unaware of the words glowing on the pages. Or the fact that they were started to fly off the parchment, as she was getting engrossed in the story itself. A story about some young girl who had been touched by the Light that powered the Natura Couleur, and how it blessed her.

Of course, that blessing wasn't exactly consensual. And the very same blessing was rapidly starting to take shape on her body, as her eyes started to glow brightly with white light, all while the words sunk into her body and changed her outfit into something that didn't seem too out of place on her form, considering her hobby and commitment to justice.

Her school uniform gave way to a long orange bodysuit that covered her from neck to toe, all while several white pieces of armor attached themselves. A bit of black colored itself in to give a bit of contrast to the rest of the colors, all while her hair turned that very same shade of orange, a stark change compared to her usual sandy blonde color.

Mikai took a breath as she stood up, the book dropping as she had been fully infused by the essence of the story. And she posed, just like she usually did. Though this time she emphasized her fingers more so than usual, making them look like claws. Just like the heroic beast that she now represented.

"Natura Lion, Mikai!" She cried out, only to audibly roar as her energy started to spike around her. While she didn't have access to her flames on account of her transformation, she was much more in tune with her animalistic aspect. To the point where she was damn near tempted to drop down on all fours as she stared straight towards the writer who had 'blessed' her with this transformation.

Hato smiled a little. She had gotten requests to let the girl cross over with the Natura once before, but this was just one of the many ways that the girl's power could be twisted into a useful form by Lumiere, the Light that served to antagonize everyone it knew. "Good girl." She said, reaching out and petting Mikai as her smile grew.

The second that the hand met the young girl's head, the orange-colored heroine dropped onto all fours and started to wag her hips from side to side as if she was wagging a tail. It felt really good to be pet. Probably because of her connection to her beastly powers. Ahhh, to be pet and be treated like a loving pet. It felt really gooood...

Her writer did her very best not to start drooling and bleeding from the nose at the sheer adorable sight. But she had to make sure that she didn't go overboard. If she ended up staying like this for too long, she just might get transplanted into the universe of the story she was infused with. And if Mikai vanished from her home universe, there was no telling what would happen. Well, she could always write her back into the story but that would pose a few problems...

Regardless, as Hato continued to pet away at that adorable girl, she had to do something to stop herself. And the only way to do so was to grab ahold of something. Not the girl's hair, she wasn't about to rip it off when it wasn't that kind of story. No, she was going to grip ahold of the story that had started to sink into her, and then give it a nice and hard tug to pull it all out!

*POP*

The story audibly popped out of the young heroine, and her transformation was undone as quickly as it had been imparted on her. Leaving her to blink and wonder what she was doing, and why there was a hand in her hair. Ah well, it felt nice to be pet, maybe she should learn into it a bit...

"I know you're enjoying this." Hato said, as she lifted her hand off the girl's head. As much as she wanted to keep petting her most precious creation, there was no time if she wanted to get through everything. "But please, take a look at this." She said, swirling her finger around for a brief moment, as all the words that had been sucked into the girl slowly composed themselves back into a legible state.

Mikai blinked as the words came together and formed an image. Not just any image either, an image of what she would be like as part of the Natura Couleur. "Huh? Is... Is that me? How'd that happen?" She asked, looking back at her creator with a tilted head.

"You read my story. And by reading my story, 'without permission', it sank into you and made you part of it. You took the role of the girl who had been seduced by the sweet words of Lumiere, and your body ended up taking on the shape of a different kind of heroine as a result. Though I have to admit, I did think you looked really good in that outfit. Almost as good as you do in your own."

The younger heroine let all of that pour through her ears before she slightly tilted her head. "Can I keep it?" She asked, reaching towards the construct made of words, only for it to swat her hand away and slowly growl, interpreting the girl as an intruder still.

"Maybe another time, Mikai." Hato said, as she snapped her fingers and the words swirled back into a formless wind of words, only to then sink back into their book and nestle on that barely read parchment. "Besides, if I let you keep it, I wouldn't know if it ended up going berserk before it's too late." She explained, closing the book and putting it to the side.

Mikai huffed just the smallest bit. She actually really wanted to keep that one. But oh well, she could always try and ask her creator if she wanted to write a genuine version of herself who ended up becoming one. Then she wouldn't have to worry about this other transformation she went through.

Once she stopped idly fuming, she grabbed one of the other books and swung it open. This time, it was the Queen's Descent. Describing the unlikely tale of a Queen who had befriended warriors from all across the cosmos, and how she craved them beyond all belief because of how they had been rubbing off on her.

That kind of reminded her of something. She had... Well, she had met quite a few strange faces over the course of her time as a heroine, hadn't she? People from other universes, whether they were nice or not. Most of them, she had managed to befriend despite the others' best efforts to keep her away. Fenraizer, Silver Knight, Izanami and Tessie... The latter two had even been in her world once.

As she started to relate to the queen inside the story, the words started to grow active once again. But instead of swirling off the pages and gradually sinking into her as they forced her into the role, these words were a lot more violent. So they splashed off the page and washed themselves into the girl's body, preventing her from reading another word as they mixed together with her spirit and her soul.

The words grew thicker and bigger as they wrapped around her skin, jutting out as they formed a set of armor that was as heavy as the words were dense. A regal knight's set of armor, complete with a stylized lion helmet that served to match with the rest of her regular aesthetic...

As the words stopped growing, having completely encased Mikai in that thick armor, she lifted her hand up as it lit up with a pink flame. She had but one goal now. To tear this world to pieces, so she could tear open rifts to the other worlds... And regain the bonds between the ones that had visited her.

After all, a Queen like her deserved loyal knights. And who else would serve that role well besides the ones that had stood besides her and fought alongside her?

But first, she needed to deal with that woman in front of her. Her creator couldn't be allowed to stop her-

"You're not getting the chance." Hato said as she grabbed the other remaining books on the stack, opening them both as two violent storms of words were released and immediately wrapped around the armored queen, forcing her to adopt an amalgamated version of the three stories' roles, with the words making sure to fill in any blanks that were created thanks to their mixture.

A despicable mark of fertility flashed through the air as the armor moved out of the way, exposing the queen's torso as her stomach slowly but surely started to bloat outward, filling with young. The mark itself embedding itself right above her crotch, making it look as if somebody had grabbed hold of her reproductive system and supercharged it in that very same moment.

Mikai's helmet also disappeared, giving way to her matured expression. Her hair intakes had grown to the point where they reached down and covered up her exposed breasts, while her eyes took on a well-aged tint. As if she had grown up under the caring guidance of an experienced woman, one who imparted everything upon her. Including her maternal instincts, which would certainly help with her current predicament.

The stories melded together. And instead of a queen that wanted to conquer and subjugate the ones that had helped her before, the matured visage of the girl stood there, willingly exposing her cursed midsection. Because despite the fact that she had a run in with the Demon Queen, despite the fact that she wanted nothing more than to have her former allies subjugated by her side and suffering from the same condition that she was... Her heart was still true.

Mikai's guardian was a woman who, despite everything she had gone through, despite how corrupted she had ended up, still believed in the good in people's hearts. Which was why her heart stayed true. The influence that her maternal figure had on her was enough to make her break through the visage of villainy. And when she would manage to strike down the Demon Queen... Then she could reign as a proper queen. Not a puppet who served as the broodmare of somebody much more despicable. As herself. And nothing but herself.

Hato wiped the sweat off her forehead, and did her best not to admire the sexy half-armored look that her favorite creation now rocked. She would have plenty of time to get distracted about her fantasies when she was in bed. For now, she just had to rip them all off again and hope for the best.

The transformed heroine looked at her creator approaching, and instead of using the tempered flame in her palm to harm her or try to corrupt her, she just smiled. She knew what would happen. If anything, she wanted to try and help her. Because she knew she shouldn't exist. She was a contradiction that just filled a role in three simultaneous stories. She couldn't possibly exist, otherwise things would go horribly wrong.

It was to that end that, right before Hato grabbed ahold of the words that covered her body, Mikai put the flame to her exposed chest and stoked the flame until it consumed her complete. Leaving her to be utterly and completely swallowed by a roaring inferno of fire, burning away the words that had given way to her new form...

Hato watched as Mikai went up in flames, returning her to normal in the process. None of that near-naked pregnant body stuff, just the same sandy-blonde happy girl as always. On one hand, she was happy that she didn't need to do the hard part, on the other... "...Mikai, are you alright..?" She muttered, just in case the girl hadn't gotten through this unscathed.

Mikai shook a bit, as if she was getting rid of soot on her body, though there didn't seem to be any on her. She looked just as normal as she did before reading the stories, smiling a bit as she nodded. "As right as rain!" She giggled, before her eyes lit up. "Wait, rain's not that right, it kinda goes to the side a bit..:"

Hato sighed. Yeah. She was alright. Even though she just showed something that seemed outright impossible. Then again, with the way that she wrote her... To see her assimilate the writer's powers and make them her own, even if only slightly, wasn't that farfetched in the grand scheme of things, was it?

"...Since I'd have to erase everything you learned here when you return to your world..." The writer muttered, as she reached out with a single hand. "How about you stay here and help me sort everything out? I could always use another assistant." She really didn't want to let the girl go. And if she could use her power, even if only slightly, she'd be perfect for the job.

Mikai took that hand without hesitating, shaking it with a smile. "I'll be the best assistant you've ever had, Miss!" She cried out, as she shook on it. All while a brief glow started to erupt from that handshake.

Before she knew it, the girl was dressed in an identical suit, and her hair had turned the same nice white while her eyes had taken on a softer and brighter red, one that contrasted her new boss. Sure, she probably wasn't going to return home at htis point, but that just meant she could enjoy her new identity as her creator's assistant.

The two smiled, and hugged once more. A creator and her creation, brought together forever...