== INFILTRATION ==
Their task was simple. Kill Mightfate -- an Esper Wyrm disliked among wyrm-kind and demons alike for her grandiose ambitions.
They walked with Chay's cloud-form at the tip, making their group look like an abyssal dweller ferrying slaves around.
Entire pipelines ran through the crawlways, to skip the miles of geodes and caverns outside. But Marcus quickly got bored of the sight of soul stone powered pumps on standby, Trolls dragging naked men along on chains and the same old imp flocks.
"I just realized," Marcus said, "Mightfate is a transgressor against a conservative society, fighting the status quo. If we kill her, aren't we the baddies?"
Xane looked up from his palm where four butterflies were dancing in the cyan tint of an ectoplasm creek. "Buddy, she's a slave holder."
"Good point," Marcus said. "Fuck her. Hey, you made a forth mote."
"Sure did," Xane said and hit double biceps, a rainbow stretching between his peaks. "I think I figured out something else, too. Are we there yet?"
Chay turned around, walking backwards. "Asking a million times isn't making it go faster. But I... recognize that lantern. Man, this is weird."
Oldblue had injected them with fragmented memories of the journey to help them navigate the considerable distance. Randomly recognizing parts of the path kept tripping Marcus up, like the hardest dejavu ever.
The pantheon huddled into an alcove, barely in sight of passing Hellions.
"The sky fucker's briefing on thaum," Xane said, "said I can make illusions that last hours. Pretty sure I've finally cracked it. Look at my gorgeous body and be awed."
A green shimmering butterfly landed on Xane's aegis and transformed into a huge schlong. The thick, cut dick hung easily eight inches soft. The mage's balls grew to form a more matching pedestal for the monster to rest on.
"Voila. Aegis covered, slave camouflage acquired."
Marcus laughed. "Overcompensation was never so obvious."
"Okay then," Xane said. "You're welcome."
A mote dashed to Marcus' dick and he swiped at it. His hand passed through the magic projectile and his aegis was hit. He pulled his fundoshi down to see the damage. His nub transformed into a semi-hard micropenis the size of his thumb. His balls shrank to half size.
It was Xane's turn to laugh.
"H-hey," Marcus said, weakly. "That's fucked up. Chay, make him change it."
"I'm not y'all's mother," Chay said. He turned to Xane anyway. "Don't mess around. We're about to enter an enemy layer. Are you sure you can keep the illusion up?"
"Yeah yeah," Xane said, arms crossed. He glanced down and his schlong shrank to a still spectacular but less noticeable seven inches. "I could make one for each of us. It costs 'upkeep' so my spells are going to come in slower but I can channel new motes on top."
"It's fine," Chay said. "Oldblue gave us memories of two possible entrances. You and Marcus go through the upper shaft -- yes, Marcus, you'll go in with a microdick, it's just an illusion for fuck's sake -- while me and Goro take the low route. Any comments?"
Marcus had a lot of comments but he only glared at the mean wizard, arms crossed.
===***===
Mightfate's lair was a mockery of a demon fortress, with lines carved into rock to make it look like a brick wall from a distance. She had taken over an old, square watch tower and expanded on it, adding walls with pointless turrets and blind windows.
Marcus had left his fundoshi with Chay. He didn't care he was displaying a pathetic baby dick -- there were no chicks or teammates around to see him. But his eyes kept dashing to Xane's mega-schlong, even after the mage had reduced the size. The thick rod slapped Xane's perfectly sculpted muscle thighs with every step, a flawless auditory illusion.
They crept along the rock far above the lair entrance where two Kobolds stood guard with iron spears.
One of the guards was augmented -- blue crystal growing from his head like a crown. Those 'Ultrabolds' had special abilities and not even Oldblue had known all they were capable of.
The naked infiltration team made it to a vent well hidden behind a car-sized stone skull. Xane let a glowing sphere light the way and entered, orbited by four new butterflies.
Marcus was left staring at the sweat glistening bodybuilder's bouncing, striated glutes. The schlong was even visible from behind, poking between the massive thighs.
Swallowing his dry rage, Marcus followed.
They dropped into a torch-lit corridor, iron door to the right, bend ahead, grate to the left. Mirrored silver chunks sticking from the cave walls and ceiling served as secondary light.
Xane let his motes settle on his inner biceps where they paled, looking like tattoos.
Marcus' chakram was an inconspicuous bracelet, but he could do even better now. His weapon shrank to ring size around his thumb.
The animus-fighter walked ahead and looked through the grate. Six slaves knelt or sat in a featureless cell. They were the typical, well-build, hairless mix of ethnicities. None of them seemed mentally present, most were drooling.
The demigod hunks opened the grate.
"Surprisingly quiet hinges," Marcus said.
"I'm canceling the sound," Xane responded, matter-of-factly.
The nude humans barely registered their presence.
"Well fuck," Xane continued. "All shades. They're not even going to work as a distraction. Makes sense, Mightfate's not a demon so she can't enthrall figments. One reason few non-demons make it to lordship."
