"THIS will be a week to remember. I cannot BELIEVE these Lumen Sages were haughty enough to build such an obvious target for me. All of their 'Angelic Holy Men' here in one place, most of them ethical than me..."

Morrigan twirled a strand of her green hair and grinned. "And many of whom I've already spent quality time with!"

She giggled and walked into the streets of the city.

"As I recall, something big is happening soon here in Vigrid. I should get to see lots of my friends," she paused and squeed, "and THEIR friends too. It's paradise for a succubus like me! And best of all, they're all unsuspecting of-....huh?"

Morrigan's laughter was silenced by a group of armored guards running in her direction.

"What in the seven...aaarg, I can't leave yet."

Morrigan hid behind a waist high stone wall, pondering her next move, when she heard the sounds of combat.

"What the..."

Morigan snapper her fingers and vanished in a poof of pink smoke. A small bat with her green hair fluttered out of it, flying into a nearby tree. There was another burst of pink smoke, invisible to the street behind the foliage, and Morrigan resumed her humanoid form in the trees.

"What in blazes are they thinking?! Using plate mail and lances in a world of guns? And who the hell is that woman?"

She watched a mysterious woman with long black hair, dressed entirely in black, strole along the sidewalk with a lollipop in her mouth. The guards surrounded her.

* * *

"That's the witch! She stole from the holy grounds last night!"

She removed the lollipop from her mouth, making a show of moving her lips around the hard candy. "Look, I already told your boss it doesn't count as stealing if I'm taking what's rightfully mine."

"GET HER!" The guards charged, lances drawn.

The witch tossed her candy aside, then cracked her neck like a boxer. She reached down her shirt, pulling out a huge katana, and deflected their attacks. She sliced and diced them into oblivion in a flash, leaving a large collection of guard colored chunks in the air. Standing ten feet away from them, she pulled back an empty hand, and thrust forward with a her open palm.

*SPLOOOOOOOOSH*

She pulled it back, but kept the giant hand summoned. The wall was entirely coated in gooped guards.

"Now then, it'd be positively rude to end our first date without giving you my number."

She wiggled a finger, and the giant demonic hand mirrored the movements. As promised, she scribbled big letters and a phone number, before skipping along the path into downtown.
* * *

Morrigan glided down to street level on her wings. She cautiously approached the city's newest mural.

"Bayonetta was here? And she drew a little heart? What sort of harlot is she?"

Morrigan thought about offering restoration services for favors later in a classic fiendish deal, but she was enamored with the witch named Bayonetta.

She lunged forward into the air, hovering a foot off the ground and gliding fast on demon wings. "They called her a witch. I thought the Umbra were extinct. How fascinating! I MUST say hello."

Morrigan slowed and landed on her feet when she saw the witch talking to someone just out of sight inside a bar. "Rodan! You were right, this IS fun! I haven't met anyone that knows of our treasure yet sadly."

Morrigan brushed her hair back to make sure she looked perfect. "Excuse me, Miss...Bayonetta, was it?"

Bayonetta stopped talking, and slowly turned her head to the succubus. She gave Morrigan a look up and down, before turning back into the bar. "I'm sorry, but we're clearly closed. No paparazzi served after creation. You'll have to come back another time."

Morrigan pouted. "I know the witches haven't been around for a while, but surely your recognize royalty when you see it. I am Morrigan Aensland, Princess of Makai! I thought we might strike a bargain with our adventures here this week, that we might-"

"Boooooooriiiiiiiiing." Bayonetta rolled her eyes with an exaggerated head roll as she interrupted. "Listen, I appreciate you're probably here to spoil some Sages for me, but stay out of my way."

Morrigan was losing her temper. She stomped her foot once, then marched right up to the witch. "Now you listen! I only ask that you don't cause a commotion in the streets! If they're not looking for us, it will be all the more delightful and-"

Bayonetta was having none of this. She stomped her heel once. As she did, a huge demonic foot was summoned out of the ether, directly over Morrigan's head.

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Baryonetta got an unforgettable glimpse of Morrigan as she flattened under the boot. The half height chubby look of her collapsing body made her break down laughing.

Morrigan felt the familiar sensation of being flattened. It would have been one thing if she was getting squished for a soul, but she could already imagine if her friend Felicia saying "NYAT AGAIN!!!" if she was here to see her splatter. She winced feeling her plush buttocks flare out across the cobblestone, threatening to tear right through her leggings. It spread further with her waist being driven into it, her body at this point a strange mess of demonic protoplasmic goop.

"YOUCH!"
*SLAM*

Her torso lost all cohesion, and collapsed onto the rest of her. Her chin was buried into her bosom, splatted on top of her 7 foot butt. She felt the giant boot turn back and forth, forcing her body to uncomfortably spread further out on the ground, smearing her chest and face into a wide flat mess.

Mercifully, it ended.

Morrigan was a stunned inch thick flop of demon on the ground, tiny bats circling her head. "Oooow...How dare...you..."

Bayonetta reached down and peeled her off the ground for a closer look. "Yes! This is perfect!"

She carefully placed Morrigan the doormat in front of the pub's, making sure no part of her body was folded into the air. "Rodan, look! I found that doormat you always wanted with the green hair! Isn't she cute!"

Whatever the response, the door closed before Morrigan could hear it. Once she regained her senses, she struggled to lift any corner of her flattened shape off the ground.

* * *

The next day, Bayonetta once again walked the streets of Vigrid.

"Now, what did they say? The eye should be somewhere near a weapons depot. Fancy that, peaceful holy men being obsessed with cocking large shafts all day."

She pulled out another lollipop while continuing her stroll. She eventually came to the brick building that was rumored to hold what she seeked.

She moved a few crates around, jumping on to them to get a look inside a window. "Now that's cute. They have a shooting range. I KNEW they wouldn't have everyone here with old constable lances."

Bayonetta looked closer. "Oh dear. They must be on to me. They've made a few targets that look just like me. However will I dodge them if they keep staring at me."

She paused to think for a minute. "Then again, I might be the cutest woman half of them have ever seen. The poor things."

"Oh I wouldn't say that. Plenty of them have gotten a good look at me."

Bayonetta turned to the voice. There, in the road behind her, was that bratty demon princess again. "You?"

Morrigan smiled coyly. "Well you see, when people have urges I can make a deal with them for-"

Bayonetta waved her hands to cut her off. "No no no, I understand the whole 'soul stealing' thing." She used finger quotes for emphasis. "I meant, 'you again.' I thought royalty was supposed to be educated in the ways of leave me the hell alone."

The succubus shrugged. "Father always said I was stubborn."

Bayonetta rolled her eyes. "Look, I don't have time for you. Go run...find some Lumen sage that doesn't know what those things trying to escape your shirt are and have a good time. I'm here on business."

"Well I think if they're using you for practice, you should help advertise personally."

Bayonetta huffed. She had to get this succubus out of here before she ruined everything. "What does that even MEAN you...what?!"

The succubuss's wings floated into the air over her head, twisting and morphing like liquid metal. They folded and wrapped around themselves, until they were a pair of giant metal rollers.

Bayonetta stared at them, knowing she was likely in for a long day. "You wouldn't."

*SQUIIIIIIISH*

The rollers crashed into Bayonetta's waist, pinching her like cheap dough against the wall. They rolled apart, forcing mass away from her center. Her thighs and boobs quickly grew comically, wobbling and expanding to huge sizes.

"WHaaaaaaaaAAAA! Restore me right now you spoiled brat! This is absu-mmmmf!"
*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

Morrigan did no such thing, squooshing Bayonetta's inflated assets and face against the wall. She was a fantastic hourglass shape of wet wicked witch paint, a portrait of rage against the wall.

The succubus approached the wall, admiring the squished witch. "Hmmm, something's not right. My art instructors always told me painting with dark colors was a weakness. Maybe if I stretched my canvas..."

Bayonetta winced, and the rollers made another pass.
"Oooof!"

And another.

"AAAAAACK!"

Fifty times, the rollers passed over Bayonetta, tugging and stretching her body further apart on the wall. She felt the uncomfortable push of her body rolling to all corners, digging into the bricks behind her, embedding her so much it would take quite a while to extract herself.

Once Bayonetta was a huge twenty foot tall mural, Morrigan finally stopped. Her roller-wings returned to their normal shape, and Morrigan leaned against the wall to judge Bayonetta's thickness. "There. Look on the bright side, nobody will suspect you're actually you, so your cover isn't blown. Now...oh, wait! Nobody likes a frown on their advertisement!"

The tiny wings on her head fluttered up, and twirled into paint brushes.

Bayonetta eyed them suspiciously. "What else can you-MFMFMFMFMFFFF"

The brushes spun around Bayonetta's face, smearing it into a spiral of colors. They took on the witch's colors, and made a few more strokes to reapply her to the wall. Now her face was smiling.

"There! You're beaming with happiness, a warm invitation to all those fools that would fire upon an Umbra! Now, try to play nice with them. I hear there's rain in the forecast."

Bayonetta tried to glare, but found her face was firmly painted in place. A low grumble was all anyone nearby could hear as anger swelled within her, and.

*CRCKKKKK*BOOOOOOOOM*

Thunder came from no where. Bayonetta felt the first few drops strike her, and it was as Morrigan said. Little by little, she felt the haunting emptiness of her body dripping away, falling from the wall into a huge grey slime on the street. She went from beautiful portrait to grey sludge in seconds.

"Oh, whenever I stitch back together, I WILL NOT go as easy on her..."
* * *

That night, Morrigan visited one of her old friends in Vigrid. The street outside his apartment was quiet, with only a few lights faintly glowing on the street, and an almost too still quiet in the air.

"AHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!"

At least until Morrigan was done with him and his friends. The soul stealing scream echoed through the streets.

The door opened, and Morrigan exited. A cloud of pink smoke hung in the air around her, and soft glow came from her body. It wasn't just sweat sparkling in the dim light, it was that sweet soul energy everyone inside provided.

She turned and blew them a kiss. "Until next time loves!" Her wings formed out of the smoke, and flapped it away revealing a less than clothed body to the doorway.

"AAAaaaaahhhhh!!!!"

Morrigan giggled, letting the smoke form back into her clothes around her while listening to the melting noises from within. She walked down the street, back towards the empty building she decided to use as a hideout for her stay. "Why are humans just so much fun! The slightest hint of flesh and they go absolutely bonkers. How do they manage to do ANYTHING?"

"You know, if you pulled that trick in the right place here, you would actually be helpful."

Morrigan looked up at a street lamp. Perched atop it was the annoying witch she smeared across a wall earlier. "Are you ready to at least say hello? Or are you here interrupt my fun again?"

Bayonetta shrugged. "You gave me some time to think about life, what with being paint on the street. But now that we've gotten a chance to know each other, and from what I could see in there, you are quite the dancer."

Morrigan gave a polite bow. "I'll take the compliment."

Bayonetta raised a hand. "I think you would make a great pole dancer actually. If I may."

The succubus was too amused to turn down the offer. "Of course!"

Bayonetta hopped to the ground, landing on one knee as heroes do. She stood, opened her arms to the sky, and shouted a few words into the sky.

Morrigan had to admit this witch had some moves. She moved her hips well, clearly knowing more than just how to look cute sucking on a lollipop. She even made her own suit vanish into threads, floating away into...

A thought occurred to her. Something her tutors told her long ago.

"Wait, don't the Umbra use their hair or some nonsense to..."

Bayonetta cackled. "Look at that! She isn't completely oblivious! Just slow."

The witch jumped into the air, holding her legs high. Morrigan sneaked a peek at what might be showing, before remembering the rest of her thought.

She looked up at the growing portal in the sky, color draining from her pale skin. "...to summon."

A huge butt, made of the same black substance as the witch stomps from earlier, fell out of the portal, directly onto her head.

Morrigan immediately felt her legs crumple, they flattened against the stone streets, while she tried to push up against the summoned beast. Instead of catching anything, her upper body was spread wider by it. She felt her body stretched against its will, transforming into a massive circular shape, clothes clinging to her to avoid free shows to the peasants. It felt like forever, but within a second.

*WHAM*

The demon butt stomped her hard against the streets. It immediately dissipated into its component black threads, Bayonetta's clothing returned, and Morrigan was left as a helpless splat on the streets. She must have been crushed at least ten feet across. Unfortunately, at least 80% of that was showing off her sizable breasts, held up by her corset but each one a full pancake in its own right.

Bayonetta walked up, and Morrigan felt the witch's hand lift her up by her now 5 foot chest. "See? You make a great dancing prop like this!"

She tossed Morrigan in the air, straight up at first, but then a few feet to the side while dancing to catch her again.

"UNAHND ME! I am a Demon Lord! All bow before me."

The witch snickered. "You know, usually I try to remove otherworldy influence here. It's not much, but this is home for me you know. And if you have that sort of attitude..."

Bayonetta tossed the disk into the air, spinning her vertically until her eyes got dizzy.

"Whooooaaa-ACK!"

Once she was at the right height, Morrigan felt giant fists slam into her again and again. She felt her body losing all form, further humiliating her as she went from pancake to green and hot pink splat. Her eyes saw the large demon fists mimicking the witch's shadow boxing, until they were splattered into what remained of her body. Bits of her splashed around with each strike, covering the ground and the wall, leaving her reeling and wondering where anything even was.

After a minute, Bayonetta finally stopped. In place of the Succubus was a dripping mess of colors painting the entire side of the building, not close to resembling the woman she knew it was.

"Now then, stay out of the way! The fewer souls you steal, the less they'll be on alert for me. See you tomorrow! Oh, and here's something to make it all better."

Bayonetta walked through the multicolored demon gloop, tossing her lollipop on top of her battered body.

It sunk into the muck, but Morrigan could only wobble in helpless rage as the witch walked away. She focused on pulling what remained of her body back together, quivering on the ground, but she could barely manage to form a finger.


* * *

Bayonetta stretched as she walked along the street. She had a huge smile on her face, and even though she was still smoothing out a crumpled segment of her arm and had some singed hairs.

"Well, that party was a little rougher than even I usually like, buuuuut I did get my next lead on the eye. Time to relax and...and...well that's not right."

Bayonetta's hand was reaching inside her shirt, searching the hammer space therein for another lollipop, but there was none. She reached further in, plunging her arm up to her shoulder into her cleavage digging around, but alas, there was no candy there tonight.

"Nothing to celebrate with? Now that's a horrid ending. I don't think Rodan will have anything either..."

Bayonetta was the epitome of disappointment, when she spotted something up ahead. A small white cart run by a cute businessy woman in a white button down shirt and green hair. From the sign in front of it...

"A candy strett cart? In the middle of the night? In Vigrid?"

She held her face in a thinking pose for a moment, then shrugged.

"There's no chance this is normal, but then again, what's life without some risk?"

Bayonetta trotted happily up to the cart, fully expecting some variety of trick, but if she could get a quite bite, it would be fun.

The shopkeep waved her over. "Good evenin' m'am! Is there anythin' I can be gettin' ya?"

Bayonetta held up a slightly used stick. "Fresh out of lollipops and was hoping you might have one. Anything you could recommend for me?"

The green haired woman looked embarrassed, smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of her head. "Sorry, we're fresh outta those. Perhaps I could interest you in some toffy or fudge?"

The shopkeep waved her arms to direct Bayonetta to the suggested products, and Bayonetta leaned in for a closer look at what was behind the glass. There were some tasty looking treats, but the names seemed off. Devil's Food. To Die For Chocolate. Mummy's Recipe.

Yeah, right.

She spotted some simple candy bars in baskets on the front, things that wouldn't let this trickster catch her inside a case or some such nonsense. "Oh I'll just take one of these then."

The green haired shopkeep looked surprised, and waved her arms around somewhat flustered. "Oh, you don't want that. You look like a woman of taste! Please! Take a piece of the fudge! It's a secret family recipe!"

Bayonetta noticed she never actually touched the fudge. Figuring it was the trap, she reached for the candy bars without a second thought. "Oh, I'm pretty sure this will do."

She picked up the candy bar, and there was a loud click. The top of the cart flipped open, and a huge mallet on a mechanical arm popped out.

"Crud..."
*WHAM*
*SPLAAAAAAAAT*

Bayonetta felt the hammer crash down, instantly forcing her to half her height. Her awkward transformation continued with her legs splattering into dark grey goop beneath her, utterly crushed. The rest of her mass was forced into her chest, trying to resist her messy fate by tensing up to hold up the hammer, but she never stood a chance. She felt the sting of her body breaking apart, and half a second after initial contact.

*SPLOOOOSH*

Bayonetta was a huge grey smear on the ground, her dazed and splattered face a splash of peach atop it.

The shopkeep cackled. A green glow surrounded her, and her outfit shifted back to Morrigan's usual corset and leggings, though her wings remained hidden.

"I can't BELIEVE that worked! Are you really that obsessed with your candies?"

Bayonetta's brain was quite literally mush, limiting her responses. "Jeanne...I don't want to go to school today..."

Morrigan brushed hair out of her face as she regained her composure, laughter gradually quieting. "Ooooh my that was too much fun. But you know something Bayonetta? I really am interested in making candy."

Morrigan clapped twice, and the cart rattled. A panel on the side opened, and a large contraption the same metallic color as her wings emerged, some sort of crank with spinning bars.

Bayonetta slowly regained composure, if not solidity. Seeing the taffy machine in the air, she tried to force her body back to normal, but she only managed to make waves in her pile of putty.

"Now then..."

Morrigan spun a finger in a circle as if it was turning a crank, and the taffy machine whirled to life. She walked over to Bayonetta, and began scooping her up...

And Bayonetta dripped right through her hands.

Morrigan smirked, not worried. "Oh dear me. I though the Umbra were tougher than that. No matter."

She lifted her empty hand, and an invisible force levitated Bayonetta. She felt her body dripping off the sides, scattering around. She couldn't pull them back to reassemble, but she knew the worst was yet to come.

Morrigan dumped her into the taffy machine. Whatever semblance Bayonetta had of where her body existed was obliterated when she struck the bars. Bits of her were folded into herself, mixed into the grey goop that was her existence. The bars spun her around and around, ripping her apart and mashing her back together, until all that remained was bands of a uniform grey substance.

Despite her current condition, she still heard what Morrigan said next. "I bet the sages I play with tonight would LOVE a bite of you. We just need the right presentation."

Bayonetta felt a pinch, then heard rustling.

Then another.

By the third pinch, she realized she was feeling less of herself. She tried to concentrate and sense all of her body, but it was

*PINCH*

More and more disconnected. And some pieces detached from her felt...wax paper?

"Oh...this is low, even for you."

Morrigan cackled. "You are what you eat my friend." She wrapped another grey piece of candy in a novelty wrapper with bat wings. "And tonight, you are candy for my guests. Don't worry, I'll leave a piece behind for your friends at that pub. After all, I don't want to keep all of you for myself."

* * *

The next morning, just as the sun came out, Bayonetta walked out of the Gates of Hell bar. She was adjusting her clothing, brushing taffy wrappers off her sleeves. "If I NEVER have to reassemble myself from that again, it will be too soon. I hope that brat knows how many halos it cost to reform that quickly."

The witch made one more adjustment to her outfit, then stalked through town. "Alright, no more good witch. I'm through with subtlety. The Lumen and the eye can wait, that little bitch needs to learn about witches."

It took some time, but Bayonetta found her mark. She found Morrigan walking with two sages, hiding her wings but still wearing her outrageous corset. From what she could hear, they were discussing where they should find brunch after...as they put it, eating out last night.

Rage consumed her. She looked around for anything to aid her in her revenge.

"There has to be something around here...Oh my, what have we here! Someone left me a toy?"

She looked at the cobblestone streets, and shrugged. "Best not to question these things."

* * *

"So I threw her into the candy machine and said, 'You are what you eat!' Ahahahahaha!"

Morrigan finished telling her story, drawing mindless laughter from the men following her. One was an old client from years ago, more than happy to trade souls and favors for pleasure. The other, his friend, was her newest best friend. Nothing special, but Morrigan was never one to turn down a new source of information. Either he would provide another in later or not, but a soul was a soul.

"Now, where ever shall we-"

*VROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM*

Morrigan froze in the street. "That's odd. I thought they didn't have many cars in the inner city."

"RUN!"
"What in Jubilus's name is that!"

Morrigan turned and reached out towards her fleeing friends. "Wait! What are you...no, what is THAT?!"

She didn't know how, but the witch somehow regenerated enough to be sitting atop a colossal yellow steamroller. It was barreling down the road straight for her.

Worse, the witch was grinning. "It's called creating street art! You should try it sometime!"

"WHAAAAAA!"

*SQUIIIIIIISH*

The roller caught Morrigan's heel, tripping her to the ground. She fell hard enough to partially flatten her face on the pavement. As annoying as that was, she knew the worst was still coming.

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

Literal tons of weight stretched and squashed her thighs against the pavement. Morrigan felt the pinch of her body losing a dimension of existence, and heard the creaking noise of mass forcing its way into her growing butt. She let out a yelp when the roller reached it, turning that plush rear end into two massive floppy pancakes. Her flesh quivered and tried to resist, but the roller was relentless in forcing waves of succubus into the pavement.

She wasn't sure how this could get any worse.

Then, as her waist was spread across several feet of pavement, a disturbing new sensation struck Morrigan. Her feet were stretching and peeling off the ground. She used the extra mass in her chest forcing her off the ground to turn her neck and confirm her fears.

As the roller tried to force her mass enlarged breasts into floppiness, her feet came into view on top of the roller. She was stuck to it, fated to roll around the streets for hours getting flattened and smeared all over the witch's machine.

*BBBBOOOOIIIIIING*

As if that wasn't enough, Morrigan was getting irritated by this witch's machine. Her chest was inflated by the mass of her lower body so much, the cheap steamroller was having trouble flattening her. Every 5 seconds was back up, roll forward, fail to squish her immobile body, and make her feel her waist get spread wider and wider from repeated rollings.

This was going to hurt.

"OOOOF! Ack, hurry up and get it over with up there!"

Bayonetta backed up an extra few meters before throwing the roller into drive again. "In due time my dear. Never skip foreplay."

"Oh for crying out-AAAAAAACK!"
*SQUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*

This time Morrigan's impressive size could not hold back the roller. Waves of pale flesh were forced to the pavement like dough under a rolling pin. Morrigan's face twisted with discomfort, the stinging sensation of flattening rolling through her. The last thing she saw when the roller squished her head was how incredibly wide her butt was smeared across the eight foot roller.

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"
*SQUIIIIIISH*

Bayonetta drove the roller several revolutions further, making sure her favorite succubus was good and squished, before stopping and hopping down to street level. She ran a finger along the street, helping strands of Morrigan stuck to the pavement snap back into her face.

"Well well, look like however much of me you ate, we managed to flatten that tummy out in no time!"

Morrigan's flat face twisted with even more rage, but she could not remove herself from the roller.

Bayonetta stretched one of Morrigan's cheeks like she was her auntie, then released it to snap back onto the roller. "Now you just wait here, I'm not even halfway done with you after earlier."

Morrigan somehow found the strength to speak. "What...the hell...are we doing..."

Bayonetta turned slowly, glaring at her with cold rage. "We are painting the town green."

She hopped back into the driver's seat, and floored it.

*SQUISH*SQUISH*SQUISH*SQUISH*SQUISH*SQUISH*SQUISH*
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHBLRBLRBRLRBLR!!!"

Each revolution Morrigan suffered her form getting flatter. She spread further across the roller until parts of her ran into each other. Butt and feet squished together, hands and boobs, until she was one giant rectangle of demon. She was squished so far she lost all ability to think, slowly losing cohesion until she became a light green sheet of goop surrounding the roller.

After a few miles, Bayonetta turned around and got what she wanted. A streak of light green paint covered the ground for hundreds of meters behind her. She cackled one last time, and drove her roller back to where she found it.

The green smear on the ground burbled. Morrigan's constant squishing sensation was replaced by, for the second time in two days, feeling the disturbing lack of feeling as her battered body floated on the pavement.

She sat motionless, oozing across the pavement, trying to find the strength to shlurp herself back to normal. She wasn't sure anything could make this worse.

"Nyaaaaa!!!"

If succubus ooze could blush from embarrassment, she would. On the bright side, she felt some familiar paws starting to collect her. "Nya, what did you get yourself into this time Morrigan? It takes an awful lot to puree you like this!"
* * *

After several hours of Felicia scraping her goop into a big pile, Morrigan eventually managed to restore herself. After molding herself back into her buxom figure, she walked with Felicia along the streets of Vigrid.

"Morrigan, don't tell me you forgot the mission briefing! Nyaaa! This is bad!"

Morrigan huffed. "Look, the mission briefers are BOOOORIIING. All I heard was I could visit some old friends in Vigrid that preached about being good and holy, but as soon as I walked in the room they'd be going gooey foolishly trying to make me melt at their self-proclaimed giant-"

"NYAAA! I don't need to hear that!" Felicia cut her off loudly before Morrigan got too far into detail about people's fun bits. "I know you're a succubus, but seriously, we're supposed to be hunting one of the Lumen's top generals! So far the only one I see actually attacking them is that witch!"

"Witch?! Which witch?!"

Morrigan followed Felicia's paw, anger building within her. Sure enough, Bayonetta was there. This time instead of mere armored guards, she threw punches at the spindly bodies of angels, scattering them into white chunks that poofed out of existence as they were sent back to their creator.

"NYAAA!!!" Felicia squeed. "She's so cool!"

"HER!!! Hang on Felicia, I need to have words with her."

"Nya?"

* * *

Bayonetta pulled back her fist, after punching the last angel out of this plane of existence. Her summoned demon fist returned home as well, and she cracked her knuckles. "Alright! Who's next!"

The *clack*clack*clack*clack* of footsteps running at her served as an answer. Her head snapped, and she almost smiled.

"Back again so soon? I'm impressed! I'll be sure to splatter you harder this time."

Morrigan continued her charge, still 300 feet away.

Bayonetta kissed her fist, and made a show of of windmilling her punch as if it helped build up the glow of energy around her. Satisfied with Morrigan's position, and the energy she stored, Bayonetta let her fist and wicked strike fly.

Her hair flowed down her arm, into the ether, and a black and grey first, twice the size of the succubus, shot at her from a portal.

*BOP*

Bayonetta smirked and drew back her fist...but was held in place by some invisible force.

"Come! On! Usually I don't have these performance problems, I swear! What is even...How?!"

Looking around her shoulder to see what was happening. Morrigan stood with a green glow around her hands, holding the summoned fist.

"I TOLD you foolish witch. I AM A DEMON PRINCESS! I have more power than anyone thinks, and summoning mediums have VERY interesting properties in the hands of a demon."

As hard as Bayonetta tried, she couldn't pull her fist back to her side.

Worse, when Morrigan pulled, she felt herself lurch forward.

"What?! How...Let go! MMMMF!!!"

Morrigan pulled again, and Bayonetta's arm completely disappeared into a hole in space-time in front of her. Her bicep was squeezed and scrunched through, feeling an EXTREMELY discomforting splitting sensation.

"THIS IS IMPOSSIBL-MMMMMMPHHHH!"

Bayonetta was silenced by her neck and head getting squished into a singular tube of witch in the portal. Morrigan cackled.

"KYAHAHAHAHAHA! And now, the summoner becomes the summoned!"

Bayonetta felt her chest get pinched, then her hips. Each tug dragged her body further between dimensions, and made her splitting headache more intense. Her jiggly butt jammed in the portal was the only thing stopping her from going through completely. But each pull stretched her out longer and thinner, and something else she just couldn't piece together through her extreme condition.

*SHLUUUUUUUUUURP*

Yup, that was her hips squishing, her mass briefly making her thighs embarrassingly huge, before she was entirely shlurped in. On the other side, Bayonetta couldn't see anything but Morrigan, but her view was shattered. Tons of fragments of vision, almost as if...

She saw her shattered body. "Oh no..."

Bayonetta was coming through the other side of the portal, stretched thin like the hairs she used as a conduit. That splitting feeling was from getting pulled through like a sieve into tiny strands of play dough, split and stretched into an unrecognizable pile of grey gooey witch spaghetti, matching the appearance of her summon strikes.

Worst of all, Morrigan was the one reeling her in. She went hand over hand, making Bayonetta feel her spaghetti-ed body squish together only to break apart again under her hands.

Morrigan smirked while she piled up her pile of with strands. "You know, now that you ARE a pile of hair, I could recommend a good stylist. I need to get mine touched up a lot, so I know this great succubus that...well, I'm not sure that you wouldn't just get swept into the trash to be honest. AH HA HA HA HA!"

"Um, Morrigan?"

Morrigan turned to her friend Felicia, who had stood silently watching the whole thing.

"Shouldn't we be asking her for help? I mean, if the Umbra hate the Lumen too..."

A dark aura surrounded Morrigan, her eyes going from playful arrogance to rage instantly. "Not another word Felicia."

Morrigan unceremoniously tossed her gray collection of cords to the ground. "She can sit there and hope for the best. Come on, you're right, let's plan."

They walked away, leaving Bayonetta to the streets.

"Well, I wish I could say I've been in hairier situation, but....HNNNNNN"

With a lot of effort, Bayonetta started to uncoil herself. She built herself up, and tried to slowly snake away.

After a half hour that felt like an eternity, she had crawled a single block.

"Ugh...I...need to fix this..."

"Well you know, if you hadn't spent all your time studying candy making, you might have learned some healing magic."

Bayonetta angled her split tube face to the sky to look at her friend. There stood another witch in a red suit with short white hair.

"Oh Jeanne thank goodness. A little help please? I'm having a hair day."

Jeanne rolled her eyes. "Let's get back to the bar. Tell me how things are going on the way."

With that, Jeanne whipped Bayonetta into the air, spinning her around her head. Bayonetta appeared to shrink and meld together, until Jeanne wrapped a new black fur scarf around her neck.


* * *

The next morning found Jeanne and Felicia at the finest cafe in Vigrid, enjoying a cup of morning tea and a light breakfast. Unlike their friends, they were here for business.

Jeanne took a sip. "So you're telling me the nobility of Makai seek to disrupt the Lumen operations here as well?"

Felicia drank some milk. "Nya! One of their generals will be here soon, and we hoped to take them by surprise, but..."

They looked to the street. Bayonetta feinted a wicked strike at Morrigan, who stood ready to block. Instead she pulled back, and drew her sword. There was a flurry of steel, a shriek from Morrigan.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!...Uuuuuuugh..."
*SPLAT*SPLAT*SPLAT*

Morigan groaned as her body fell apart, wobbly cubes and  chunks of succubus bouncing around the cobblestone streets.

Bayonetta caught Morrigan's bouncing butt, gave it a friendly spank, then threw it to Felicia while cackling.

Jeanne rubbed her forehead in disappointment. "But our associates have not exactly been subtle."

She waved a finger, and the tiny pieces of Morrigan's body swirled together before melding together with a green splash.

"Grrrrrrrrrr!" Morrigan grunted before darting back after Bayonetta.

Felicia looked at Morrigan, a little concerned, but by this point both women were resigned to the conflict. "So, should we talk them into the team up?"

Jeanne shook her head. Whether to say no or in disappointment was hard to say. "They're both too head strong. But I have an idea."

Down the street, Morrigan ducked under Bayonetta's next attack. She countered with a rising punch, using her wing as a blade to slice Bayonetta in half vertically. While still in the air, Morrigan whipped her wings around, shaped them into a giant drill, and fell on Bayonetta before she finished peeling apart.

*WHRRRRRRR*
"BYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Both halves of Bayonetta's body were sucked into the drill, spinning around wildly and scattering gobs of grey witch goop everywhere.

Morrigan scooped up the her pureed opponent in her wings, brought her to the table, and dropped her into the water pitcher. She leaned over to whisper in Jeanne's ear, "I think your friend needs to chill out."

Felicia and Jeanne groaned while Morrigan walked away laughing to herself. Felicia poured Bayonetta out into a large glass, shook it up, and dumped a reformed Bayonetta onto the sidewalk.

"THAT'S IT! No more good witch."

Jeanne pleaded with her to stop. "Bayonetta, darling, please wait-....a minute. She's already gone."

"Nya! But Jeanne, what was your idea?"

Jeanne resigned herself to drinking tea. "It's simple really. We find this general and bring them to it. Surely they'll stop fighting long enough to smash some angels."

Felicia paused to think about it while their friends continued sparring in the street. Steel clanged off whatever Morrigan's wings were made of. They went blow for blow, but unfortunately, Morrigan wasn't paying attention to Bayonetta's feet.

*PUNT*
"WHOOOA!!!"

Bayonetta kicked Morrigan into the air, blew her a kiss, then pulled on something along her calf.
*CHK-CHK*

Color drained from Morrigan's face at the sound, not sure what was coming. With a flurry of kicks, Bayonetta sent a dozen rockets straight at the helpless succubus.

"WAAAAAAAAAH-"
*KA-BOOM*

Bayonetta walked back to the table and picked up the water pitcher. She walked into the kitchen, came back with a full one, and gave it to Felicia.

"Here, you'll need this."

Bayonetta walked down the street the other way. When the smoke cleared, Morrigan was suspended in the air, hair frazzled, and charred almost completely black.

"Oooooowwwww....."

except for her eyes, Morrigan's body fell, looking strangely uneven. Instead of a solid mass, her form shifted around as if someone dropped multicolored sand. As soon as she hit the ground, her ashes mixed and plumed into the air as a pink and green cloud of dust. Only then did her whimpering eyes plummet into the rest of her.

Jeanne gestured to Felicia's new water pitcher. "You better bring Morrigan back. That one looked painful."

"Hymm? Oh, nya!" She scampered over to the ashes, and dumped the water on them. The ashes gelled back together, and Morrigan goop oozed back into buxom shape.

"The NERVE of her bringing rocket launchers to a fist fight!"

A glow surrounded Morrigan, and she darted after Bayonetta moving faster than she had all week. Bayonetta was caught completely by surprise. She pulled back to punch, but instead Morrigan threw herself at the witch.

And kissed her.

Jeanne got up, a little shocked by the brazen assault. "WHAT IN THE!"

Felicia recognized the attack though. "Morrigan! No, we need her!"

At first Bayonetta furiously pushed against her attacker, but Morrigan had her wrapped up in a hug with her arms and wings. After a few seconds, Bayonetta was surrounded by a green glow, and her body appeared to wither. She pushed less, literally deflating away, until she was a crumpled shell of witch.

Now the green glow surrounded Morrigan. "Yes! Oh she is a strong one! I can't wait to...what?"

What Morrigan failed to consider when draining the witch's soul was her own considerable hair. Before anything too hard to undo happened, Bayonetta took control of the demon princess's locks.

Her hair was now a giant green hand tapping her on the shoulder. Once it had Morrigan's attention, it rose high in the air, forming a giant green fist, and came crashing down.

*SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT*

Felicia and Jeanne sprinted over, wanting to make sure their friends could still take part in the assault.

Two giant smears were on the ground. One mostly grey, Bayonetta's face in the middle. Her eyes glaring at the green and light skinned Morrigan splat next to her were enough to know she was splattered, but back to normal.

Jeanne pulled out two jars, and gave one to Felicia. "Come on, let's go over the plan while we have a captive audience."
* * *

Jeanne turned off the projector behind the bar, and put away her laser pointer. "Alright then. Is everyone clear on the plan?"

Felicia's eyes were fixated on Jeanne's pocket. She slowly raised her paw. "Can you take the laser pointer out again?"

Jeanne smacked her forehead, but complied. Felicia played with the laster pointer, and Jeanne turned back to their friends. "Okay, any REAL questions? Or do you both understand?"

On two stools in front of her sat jars containing the splattered bodies of Bayonetta and Morrigan. Their eyes looked at each other, then looked down sheepishly. They floated up and down approximating a nod.

"Good!" Jeanne took the tops off of both, and pushed both stools back. Both women spilled out, their goop spilling out into roughly their normal shapes. A moment later, their bright grey and green faded, resolving into their normal shapes and colors.

Jeanne pointed the laser down the road towards the town's colosseum, prompting Felicia to chase after it. "Now let's go. Morrigan is a better cat sitter than me anyway."

Morrigan and Bayonetta glared at each other, a brief lightning bolt appearing between them. Both turned away, huffed, and reluctantly followed after their friends.

* * *

Morrigan walked into the colosseum. It was a large building with stone walls, and a floor of a circular pit of dirt and sand. Several tremendous pillars littered the area, as if construction was incomplete. Still, it was a rather traditional structure that would be  out of place in the modern world.

She walked into the middle of the arena, and looked back to her allies. "Well Felicia, if your intel says this thing is here, where are they? This place looks abandoned?"

"Well I heard-"

The cat girl stopped talking when the floor started shaking. Everyone scrambled to try and keep their balance.

The wall across from their entrance shattered apart, huge chunks of stone flying everywhere. They dodged most of them, but a large bouncing chunk found Jeanne. After pinching her head to the ground, making her eyes red globs of her body bulge in every direction, it reduced her to a rather large red pancake on the ground.
"Jeanne!"
Bayonetta sprinted over to peel her friend off the ground, while Morrigan turned to see what the hell happened. She was met by a tremendous beast. Its body was the same marble white as most angels, but it had two heads and large draconic wings. It was flying in, and about to land very close to Morrigan.

Too close.

As its shadow fell over her, Morrigan's shoulders slumped. "This is why I usually don't go in fir-UUUUUURK!"

*SPLOOOOOOOSH*

Morrigan's body was obliterated by the crushing weight of the dragon's talons. Her gooey green remains covered a 30 foot radius. The beast ground its foot in the muck, coating it in Morrigan's green slime, then lifted it to its face, dripping with succubus ooze.

"Is this the best hell has to offer?"
Bayonetta shook out Jeane, not particularly in a rush to rescue her frenemy. "So you're the big bad I've been hearing about. You need to be nicer when you get on top of your playmates."

*POP*
Jeanne now stood next to her, stumbling but quickly regaining her composure.

Satisfied by this, Bayonetta charged in, drawing her katana out of her shirt once more. Not willing to let the dragon think of a plan, she pulled back to swing.

*SHWP*SHWP*SHWP*

The dragon, head recoiled expecting the impact of an attack that never came, turned in surprise. Bayonetta stood frozen with her sword over her head, having never swung it.

Felicia, one paw extended with razor claws out, held her other paw to her mouth. "NYAAAA! You weren't supposed to be here too!"

Bayonetta muttered, clearly feeling the sting from her voice. "Watch...the friendly...fire..."

Then she split apart in 5 vertical witch slices, each softly splatting to the ground like a pile of sliced meat.

"NYAAAA! I'm sorry I'm sorry! I can fix this and-YEEEP!"
Felicia, mid scamper to the witch, was plucked out of the air by her tail. The dragon grumbled, "Don't you have a mouse to catch or something?"

*WHAM!*

It slammed the cat girl against the rocks, splatting her into a blue and white sticker of herself, but it still held her tail.

*WHAM*

It slammed her again. This time Felicia lost definition, looking more like someone stepped on Felicia colored gum.

*WHAM*

Felicia splattered entirely, now just a mess of blue and white colors loosely attached to a tail with two pleading eyes floating in the mess.

*WHAM*
*WHAM*
*WHAM*
*WHAM*
*WHAM*
*WHAM*
"NyYyAaAaAaAaA!!!"

With one last throw, Felicia flew across the arena as a helpless blob of white and blue. She splattered across a wide area of the wall, slowly dripping to the floor to collect herself.
"FORTUTIDO! Leave this place!"

The dragon looked up at Jeanne. "So the witch knows me. I am honored. Do not think that will save you though."

Jeanne winked at the dragon, threw a lollipop at it, and ran. Fortutito gave chase, without noticing the healing candy landing atop Bayonetta's slices.

*SHLURRRP*

The restored Bayonetta shook her head, running her hands along her body to make sure the seams had sealed up. She watched Jeanne running from Fortutido, deftly dodging attacks, and absently mindedly walked to the side.

*SQUELCH*

Bayonetta stepped in something squishy and paused. She looked down, and saw an angry face in a green goop staring back at her.

"Oh, it's you. *SIIIIIGH*, it's so hard to get good help these days."

The witched reached down, and quickly spun Morrigan's body together.

Morrigan twirled off balance before falling on her butt. "Uuuuh...This thing plays rough, even for us. What's our status?"

Bayonetta gestured to the white and blue ooze building up under the wall, beginning to resemble a cat. "Well YOUR friend is a stain on the wall, though she seems to be getting better."

Then she looked back to Jeanne, scampering away. "And MY friend is-"

*CHOOOOMP*

Jeanne couldn't dodge the last bite from the dragon. She disappeared in a splash of red, and Fortutido made a show of chewing with its mouth open. Sticky strands of red and white witch stretched between its teeth, sometimes with a stray eye or other recognizable feature trying to surface before *CHOMP* it was folded back into the rest of her.

To make Jeanne's situation even worse, the dragon took a deep breath, and blew into her. A deep pink bubble came out of its mouth, Jeane's frustrated face helpless to do anything about it, until *POP* she splattered all over the dragon's mouth.

"...is getting chewed up like bubble gum. Great."

* * *

Felicia slowly felt her senses returning. She was vaguely aware that she was against a wall, and that she was in a few different places.

"Nyaaaa...gotta...pull...together..."

Through sheer force of will, Felicia forced her body to stop clinging to the wall. Once all of her dripped to the ground, she did what any cat would do, and envisioned herself landing on her feet.

*SHLUUUUUUUUUURP*

White and blue colors swirled and splashed, and the catgirl's normal body emerged. Unfortunately, she was so stunned by her transformation, she fell back onto her tail anyway.

"Oooooowwwiiiiie....oh! Right! Dragon...ACK! Jeanne!"

Felicia hopped into a triple flip, landed on all fours, and charged at Fortutido. Bayonetta and Morrigan were arguing again, but that could wait. She needed to use the opening of Jeanne splattered on the dragon's face to attack.

Fortunately, Jeanne was very sticky. Fortutido was having a hard time peeling her off its face. "Witches are tasty...but they're so hard to get out of one's scales...AAAAAAAARG!!!"

Cat clas ripped through Fortutido, shattering the scales around its head. It hacked and coughed at this turn of events, spitting a chewed up red blob of Jeanne right next to Bayonetta.

"Foolish kitty. You must be punished."

Felicia tried to swipe at the angel again, but the healthy dragon head plucked her out of the air. It threw her hard to the ground, but not enough to flatten her.

"Nyahahaha! You're so weak you can't even squish me anymore! What are you going to-"

Before she could finish, Fortutido spun end over end in the air. It struck several of the stray heavy stone pillars in the arena, causing them all to roll directly at the fallen cat girl.

Felicia's tail and eyes slumped, accepting her impending squish. "Nyooooo...."

*SQUIIIIIIIIIIIISH*

The first pillar rolled Felicia out on the ground, leaving bumps in her floppy doughy body where the fluting grooves of the pillar were. Her body was smeared from a sleek frame to an 8 foot lump on the ground, with her butt and boobs spread to even squishier proportions.

*SQUAAAAAAAASH*

A second pillar crushed on a different angle, leaving the fluting bumps uneven across her surface, folding bits of her on top of herself, pinching her body in awkward places, and spreading her body mass another 5 feet on the ground.

*SQUOOOOOOSH*

A third pillar made her edges look like smeared paint while spreading her more, gooey strands of her body now sticking to the passing rollers making an even more miserable mess of her.

*SPLAAAAAAAAT*

And a fourth made her start appearing transparent at 20 feet.

*SQUISH*SQUASH*SQUOOOSH*SQUISH*SQUASH*SQUOOOSH*SQUISH*SQUASH*SQUOOOSH*SQUISH*SQUASH*SQUOOOSH*SQUISH*SQUASH*SQUOOOSH*

By the time the countless pillars were done with her, Felicia was reduced to a thin white and blue film on the ground that vaguely resembled her...if you looked closely.

"Ooooooooooooowww..."
* * *

Meanwhile, Bayonetta and Morrigan had just about molded Jeanne back into shape.

Bayonetta put on the finishing touches. "Watch it Morrigan. You're spending a little too much time shaping her down there."

Morrigan scoffed. "As if you know anything about beauty. Aaaaaand"

With one more tap on the red head goop, Jeanne snapped back into shape. "Uuuuugh...reming me not to get eaten by dragons next time."

Bayonetta nodded, satisfied with the restoration. "Okay. New plan. Greenie, you tend to your pussy."

Morrigan looked flustered. "Hey now, just because I'm a succubus doesn't mean-"

Jeanne cut her off. "She means Felicia."

Morrigan scowled. "...Oh."

Bayonetta continued without acknowledging the objection. "Jeanne, yet take a minute to recover. I need to do some more damage."

"Bayonetta wait!"

Before either could stop her, she was off. Fortutido was busy chuckling at the squishy cat girl, but not so busy it didn't see the foolish witch charging in.

Its hovering body turned to face her. "You again? I guess once is never enough."

Bayonetta skidded to a halt, and pulled out her handguns. "I keep telling you, never-"

*WHAM*
*SQUISH*

The two dragon heads slammed together, and Bayonetta disappeared within. A sloppy grey overflow of witch ooze was the only sign anything was between them.

Fortutido's main head laughed even harder. "Maybe the humans are right. Perhaps I should relax and take up a hobby."

The crushing dragon heads smeared Bayonetta around some more to a delightful splattery noise.

"That should do it. Now then..."

*VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV*

The dragon heads came apart, holding a long gray accordion holding Bayonetta's scowling face.

"Uuuuugh...if you're going to do this at least play with me properly. Warm a girl up first!"

The angel raised an eyebrow, confused. "Warm up? Accordions do not need to be heated?"

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!!"

* * *

Morrigan was kneeling on the ground besides the flattened feline, or at least part of her. Felicia was so thin and transparent, Morrigan needed two hands just to attempt peeling her ear off the ground.

*RRRRRRIIIIP*

She was also so thin after Morrigan peeled the ear off, she effortlessly teared into Felicia's head, ripping half of her eye off. "Oh dear. That's not right."

"Oh Bayonetta, we tried to...You hurry up and get her off the ground, I need to save an accordion."

Morrigan turned to see Jeanne shaking her head. "Save your...OH YES that is positively hilarious! Alright then, no sense being careful anymore."

"NYAAAAA!!!"

Jeanne looked for cover to approach Fortutido while Morrigan started tearing clumps of Felicia off the ground to smash back together. She darted from pillar to pillar, all while enduring Bayonetta's disturbingly out of tune music.

Fortutido was still messing around when Jeanne got close. "Now then...was it the black keys or...no maybe I need to pull harder, thenGYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Jeanne was unloading a shotgun into the beast's back. Round after round pumped in, until it dropped Bayonetta.

"Who would be so foolish?!" The hovering dragon turned to face Jeanne. Rather than reloading her shotgun, she moved on to a rocket launcher.

"Foolish? Oh you have no idea."

*KABOOOOOM*
"GYAAAAAAAAA!!!"

This time, one of the dragon heads came clean off. It fell to the ground, poofing into white angel stuff before disappearing from this realm.

"That's enough!"

The angry dragon quickly looked around while Jeanne reloaded, and used its remaining dragon neck to grab a stone structure not unlike a ticket booth. It lifted it in the air, and before Jeanne could fire again...

*WHAM*
*KABOOM*

Slammed it down atop her. A light Jeanne colored mist surrounded the building as it shook, before the stone top collapsed.

*SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAATTTT*

Fortutido pushed its assault, and pushed harder on the collapsed roof. Whatever shape the explosion left Jeanne in, the stone finished obliterating her. A Red and white Jeanne goop snaked out of the lower cracks of the structure, like toothpaste being squished out of a tube. Parts of her were recognizable, but she was clearly in an uncomfortable situation, with eyes emerging from different places, her legs and arms gooping out of opposite cracks, all spread across several feet of stone.

The dragon only laughed. "Ah hahahaha! This is all you could manage? How did we ever have trouble with you years ago?"

* * *

Morrigan wasn't sure how it worked, but she put the lollipop in the accordion's mouth. She had just turned white mush into a cat, so this wasn't much stranger.

*POP*

The restored Bayonetta's eyes were still spinning. "Thaaaanks. Please don't let that happen again."

Morrigan huffed. "Believe me, none of us want to listen to you. Just sit here out of the way and let me finish this."

"Bayonetta double checked her weapons. "Like hell I will. I'm going in with you."

"Fine, just don't go screwing up again."

They charged. Fortunately, Jeanne got the beast turned around, so it was easy to dash to opposite sides without being noticed. Besides, it was still playing with it's new Jeanne playdough set, squeezing the red goop through.

Morrigan called to it. "Hey, big'un!"

Fortutido stopped squishing Jeanne and turned to the succubus. "You again. I thought-ACK!"

Bayonetta riddled the angel's other side with bullets, chipping bits of angel away.

"You as well? Do you never-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG"

Morrigan used Bayonetta's distraction to lance a demonic spike out of the ground straight through it. The stun didn't last long though, and even its emotionless face, the body language screamed anger.

"Very well. Let us end this."

It took the dragon three snaps with Bayonetta's continued fire, but eventually it grabbed Morrigan again. It lifted her in the air, and whipped her to the ground next to Bayonetta.

"Ack! Unhand me you-"
*SPLOOOOOOOOOOSH*
Morrigan's battered body had no cohesion left to it. She instantly gooped on contact with the ground, splashing around like wet pink and green paint. She almost collided with Bayonetta, but the witched dodged the initial impact. She was, however, now coated in her current ally.

Not that it mattered. She had her rocket launcher out.

"Oh..." Fortutido actually wimpered.

*KABOOM*

The dragon was hovering wildly now, unable to keep a stable flight. Huge chunks of it were missing, the end was near...

And Bayonetta knew it. "Time to end this!"

Bayonetta went into her usual climactic dancing routing, summoning a powerful demon from the beyond to smash the giant creature before her. Something felt a little off, but not enough to make her stop. Of course, from where she was standing, Morrigan's goop felt all of Bayonetta's hair running through her.

The green giant demon appearing before Bayonetta almost made her lose concentration. "What in the..."

Instead of spindly black hairs outlining a beast from the depths of hell, it was a beautiful green maiden. A massive outline of Morrigan erupted from the portal.

She cackled. "KYAHAHAHAHA! I forgot the rush of a summoner's energy. But you, my dear dragon...I guess we still have some play time."

Fortutido could only grumble unintelligibly in its weakened state.

Morrigan focused, and split into two copies of her green giant shape. They flanked the angel, and went to work.

First slamming their hips together in a crushing butt smash.
*SQUIIIIIIIIIISH*

Sending the misshapen dragon into the air, where they crushed it further with a jiggly chest bump.
*SQUAAAAAAAAASH*

Before finally simply reaching back for a basic, if powerful, punch.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRG....."

Explosions enveloped the dragon, and chunks of angel stuff rained down below.

"KEAHAHAHHAA! And..."

Their common foe defeated, Morrigan looked at her summoner. She could make that shot.

"And one more for you!" She spiked the dragon directly at Bayonetta.

Bayonetta sighed, having no ability to dodge. "Oh you cheeky little"

*SPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH*
Grey witch splattered everywhere under the weight of the disappearing angel. Bayonetta barely felt her body compress before she was reduced to a twenty foot splatter once again.

That energy gone, Morrigan didn't even have time to laugh before her summoned form collapsed back into green goo in the arena, covering at leas as much area as the witch.

Felicia, still licking her wounds after reforming from her extreme flattening, was the only witness to events. "Nyaaaa....I should get Jeanne..."
* * *

"Thank you again Jeanne! I don't think we could have done this without the Umbra!"

Jeanne sipped her tea, and took another bite from her sandwich. "Indeed, you and Morrigan were helpful too. We should do this again sometime."

Felicia drank some more milk. "Nya! Maybe we can even let these two out to play then too!"

She tapped her claws on the lid of a large jar holding a strange green liquid. Only two eyes floating within hinted at Morrigan being inside.

Those eyes were locked on the eyes in a similar jar sitting next to Jeanne, holding an angry grey slime within.

Jeanne laughed, and pointed to a nearby wanted poster, prominently featuring Bayonetta and Morrigan. "Let's look on the bright side, at least they're taking all the blame. They have no idea who we are!"