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The Fall of the Great Rebellion
Written by The Slime Wizard
Chapter 6: "Don't Believe in Magic"

Previously: Double Trouble’s attempt to destroy the Slime Factory was thwarted by the enslaved Glimmer, who subjected her cousin to the slime, transforming her as well. Sorceress cast a seeing spell on Teela, who traveled to Etheria to investigate the universal imbalance, but she was soon captured by Slave Tallstar and Slave Perfuma. Taken to the Slime Pit, Teela shared their fate, but the Sorceress was able to learn what the threat was regardless and summoned He-Man and She-Ra back from Primus. Meanwhile, Queen Angella’s remaining rebels planned to reunite at Wavern Village and regroup.

***

On Eternia, the Palace was under siege. Skeletor’s Evil Warriors were taking advantage of He-Man’s absence, and the Heroic Warriors being scattered. Skeletor told them that today would be magnificent. Today would bring them glory!

Evil-Lyn sighed as she watched Beast Man and Trap Jaw were flung from the Palace by SyKlone’s hurricane force winds. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Roboto expertly taking out all of Skeletor’s Robot Knights with calculated precision and ease. Fisto swing his massive iron hand and crushed Spikor’s trident before he swatted the villain aside like a bug.

Today… was going to be like all the rest. She was not surprised.

“You bumbling nincompoops! You’re ruining my perfect plan! He-Man isn’t even HERE!” Skeletor couldn’t believe it, but she could. While things had begun smoothly, taking out many of the Royal Guard and breaching the Palace gates, it had quickly turned into a rout. Roboto’s superior strategic calculations had allowed the mechanical alien to delay their advance long enough for the Heroic Warriors to return.

She wished Skeletor would exercise a fraction of that skill in executing his plans. After all those years of losing to He-Man, it seemed he was now just throwing everything at the wall to see what would stick.

It wasn’t long before Skeletor finally saw his “plan” had fallen apart, and vanished to save his own skin. Even more of the Heroic Warriors were arriving, and Skeletor’s forces ran with their tails between their legs. Perhaps, had she aided them, they might have faired better. But no, she could see now they would always be doomed to failure as long as Skeletor didn’t think things through.

Irritated, she teleported away, reappearing in a small, hidden chamber deep within Snake Mountain she’d built in secret. Here, she could perfect new spells and pursue power on her own terms. But, she lamented, there was little reason to do so on Eternia. If Skeletor’s ego didn’t foul her own plans, He-Man certainly would. He was too strong, too clever, too disgustingly NOBLE to ever give up.

And with those two in the way, she could never claim the knowledge within Castle Grayskull. Still, there were always other options. Lately, she’d sensed a disruption in the balance between good and evil. Skeletor had as well, but he’d assumed it was because He-Man was off-world. She, however, had looked closer. The imbalance wasn’t being caused by anything on Eternia. No, it was MUCH further away.

She turned towards a scrying pool and began some mystic incantations. If something or someone was successfully crushing good, perhaps they would be the superior ally she required to finally realize her own ambitions…

***

Back on Etheria, Wavern Village was unremarkable. It paid its taxes to the Horde reliably. It didn’t try to cause trouble. In fact, it was SO unremarkable that it was almost ACTUALLY remarkable. Which made it the perfect fallback base for Angella and the other members of the Great Rebellion. Hordak would expect the villagers here to turn them over to avoid trouble, but that’s exactly what Angella wanted them to think. In truth, Wavern Village was populated entirely by Rebels staying undercover for just such a purpose.

Angella and the others had arrived two days ago, licking their wounds. In spite of their rapid retreat from Brightmoon, getting away had been difficult. Several times they’d nearly been caught, but thankfully they’d managed to elude their pursuers. Netossa’s head injury was finally healed, allowing her to rejoin their efforts. It was a tiny sliver of good news amidst a tidal wave of bad.

Brightmoon was completely under Horde control. Scores of her people were in chains or dead. Angella swore that Hordak would pay for each and every life lost.

The Whispering Woods had been decimated somehow, and they had no idea what had caused it.

Frosta and Mermista were still completely incommunicado. For Mermista, this was normal, but not for Frosta. Angella couldn’t help but suspect Hordak was responsible for her silence.

Several of their members, including her daughter Glimmer, were missing and presumed captured. This left them dangerously shorthanded in the face of the current threat. Currently headquartered in a nondescript cottage, Angella looked at who remained.

Netossa could always be relied on as a tactician. In spite of her lack of powers, she was one of the most capable and dangerous fighters she’d ever seen.

Flutterina was an excellent scout, but not of any true use in a fight. Her ability to shrink and fly, however, made her invaluable.

Spinerella was a bit of a speedster, able to create whirlwinds and deliver messages across free Etheria in a fraction of the time it would take others, but she was also a bit flighty.

Castaspella was the ruler of Mystacor, a mystical city unlike any other on the planet. Her power made her one of the most dangerous among them.

And finally, Madame Razz and Broom. Madame Razz had vast magical abilities, but her terrible memory sometimes made her more of a hinderance than a help. Thankfully, Broom was there to keep her focused.

It was these brave few she had to rely on. And she knew the first thing she needed to do was try to contact their remaining allies, if only to know they were safe.

“Madame Razz?” The witch turned towards Angella. “I have an important mission for you and Broom.”

“Well of COURSE, Dearie! Whatever you need, we can do!”

“Except spellcasting,” muttered Broom. They’d always gotten along like oil and fire, but it also made them a good team in a pinch.

“Hush you! Go on Angella.”

“I need you two to go to the Kingdom of Snows. We need to know what’s become of Frosta.”

Madame Razz nodded with a smile. “You’ve got it! You can count on us!”

“We’ll get there and back lickety-split!” Broom positioned himself so Madame Razz could mount him, and they flew out the back door and into the sky. Angella wished them luck, then turned towards Flutterina.

“That leaves reaching Mermista. Can you locate Sea Hawk and have him contact her?”

“It might take a while, but I’ll do what I can,” said Flutterina as she shrunk down to the size of a butterfly and flew up the chimney.

“And what do we do,” asked Netossa as she watched Spinnerella try to deal with her pent-up excess energy by whirling around the cottage maneuvering around obstacles she’d set up. Netossa hoped she’d stop soon; they were running out of furniture.

“I don’t know yet, but-“ There was a knock at the door, a special series of taps that indicated the arrival was a friend. The door opened to reveal a rebel named Gregor, who masqueraded as a simple farmer. He was, however, this base’s communications expert. He held up a message now and handed it to Angella.

“Your majesty, it’s from your niece, Rebekkah!” Angella’s eyes widened. It had been a while since they’d heard from her. Taking the name Double Trouble, she’d infiltrated the Horde and positioned herself close to Hordak. Many times, her information had helped them styme Hordak’s ambitions.

She read the note, taking in all it said. “Thank you, Gregor.” He nodded and let himself out, returning to his duties.

“What’s it say,” asked Spinnerella, FINALLY done with her furniture-wrecking antics for the moment.

“As we feared, Glimmer and the others have been captured by Hordak, and are in a dungeon deep within the Fright Zone shielded by Shadow Weaver’s magic.

“They’re alive. That’s a good start.” Castaspella was relieved to hear it.

“We should just go and get them right now!” Spinnerella started for the door, only for Netossa to grab her by the shoulder to stop her.

“Please, continue, Your Majesty.”

“She says Shadow Weaver’s discovered a ritual that will increase the power of the Horde a thousand-fold, and Hordak’s sending his army to Mystacor to secure the knowledge by force.”

“He’d DARE invade my kingdom?!” Castaspella was furious. “I won’t let him lay a single finger on my people.”

“Do you know what ritual it might be,” asked Angella.

“Mystacor is a city of magic, as you well know. It could be anything. But if we secure it first, we might be able to use it to our own advantage. Increase our own power, and we’ll be able to save the others from Hordak’s prison. Possibly even take back Brightmoon or restore the Woods.”

“It seems too good to be true,” said Netossa. “This could be a trap.”

“Perhaps,” said Angella, “but we don’t have any other options right now.”

“If it’s a trap,” added Castaspella, “I can just portal us back. And if it’s not, Hordak’s about to pick a fight with my people, and I intend to blacken his eyes.”

Angella turned towards Spinerella. “I know you hate being cooped up like this, but I need you to stay here and mind the fort. If Flutterina or Madame Razz return before we do, fill them in.”

Spinerella groaned. “Okay… But I’m absolutely calling dibs on the next mission.”

Castaspella gestured, and began to form a mystic portal. She stepped through, followed by Netossa and Angella. As it closed behind them, Spinerella looked around the lonely cottage.

“Okay, time to be serious. Time to focus.” Two seconds passed and she slumped forward. “And I’m already bored.”

***

As they emerged from the portal, the sights and sounds of Mystacor greeted them. It was always breathtaking to see witches and warlocks everywhere, flying around this floating city, sharing and bartering spells with one another. But there was an undercurrent of palpable tension in the air. Castaspella noticed it immediately and moved to speak to the nearest witch, a young woman with brown hair that covered her forehead with unruly bangs and striking hazel eyes.

“Your majesty! You’ve returned!” Castaspella nodded.

“What’s been happening while I’ve been away?”

“Word has spread of the withering of the Woods and the fall of Brightmoon,” said the girl. “And several of the seers have foretold that a Horde armada is heading this way. We’ve always been able to defend ourselves, but with recent events…”

“I see. What is your name?”

“Zalya.”

“Thank you Zalya. I promise, I won’t let Mystacor fall.” Castaspella turned towards her friends. “We’d better go to my palace. All the most dangerous spells are kept there for safekeeping. One of them MUST be what Shadow Weaver’s after.”

“Lead the way,” said Angella as Castaspella summoned a magic carpet. She and Netossa got on as Angella took to the skies. It took them mere moments to reach her home and birthright.

As soon as they were inside, Castaspella headed for the royal vault. The others followed her quickly. They soon were met with a massive door with no handle or lock. Castaspella gestured and it began to open slowly, revealing thousands of parchments lining the walls, each in their own little slot.

“Finding the right one might take a while.”

Angella was daunted by the sheer amount of forbidden spells. “Where do we begin?”

“’We’ don’t. This is forbidden magic. I’m the only one that can even open these parchments, much less read them. Why not tour the palace while you wait?”

Netossa and Angella looked at one another. They both hated waiting, but neither saw much alternative.

“We’ll check on preparations for the attack,” suggested Netossa. “At least that way, we can be of some use.”

Castaspella didn’t respond. She was already pouring over the spells, trying to figure out what Shadow Weaver would target. Seeing no point in remaining, the two women left her to it.

***

Back at Snake Mountain, Evil-Lyn gazed into the scrying pool, seeking the source of the universal imbalance. Slowly, an image of Hordak materialized.

“I should have known,” she said. In a way it made sense. In spite of his own failures, Hordak had successfully maintained his hold on Etheria, and in spite of She-Ra’s efforts. Perhaps maybe, just MAYBE…

Evil-Lyn began to cast a spell. With any luck, she’d be on track to finally reach her ambitions soon.

***

Castaspella tossed the tenth spell aside and glanced at the thousands still on the walls. She could spend a lifetime in this room and not find the right one. Sighing heavily, she reached for the next one, but noticed a shadow on the floor cast from behind.

“Are you back already?” She turned to greet her friends.

***

Walking the halls of the palace, Netossa’s eyes took in everything. She couldn’t place her finger on it, but something was amiss. Where was the sense of urgency in light of an impending attack? Where were the preparations? Surely the citizens of Mystacor couldn’t be THAT confident in their ability to fend off the Horde.

Seeing some of Castaspella’s royal guard ahead, she noticed something amiss as one removed their helmet. A mark she’d never seen before.

“Your majesty, something isn’t right here.”

“Now that you mention it, things have felt off since we arrived.”

Netossa approached the guards. “Excuse me,” she said before grabbing the helmetless guard, twisting his arm behind him, spinning him around and slamming him against the wall. With her free hand, she pushed the hair on his forehead aside. “I knew I saw something.”

Angella looked to see a small dot of green upon the man’s brow. “What IS it?”

“I do not know, but Peekablue’s note mentioned something about a green threat.”

It was then they realized the other guards hadn’t reacted to her assault on their comrade. Instead, they were acting like nothing had happened at all. The two women pulled off their helmets and checked. Sure enough, each had a dot of green on their heads. Not a single one was reacting to their actions. Clearly, they were under some kind of spell.

Netossa’s eyes narrowed. “We’ve been had. The Horde isn’t ABOUT to invade…”

“They’re already HERE,” finished Angella, a growing sense of dread forming in the pit of her stomach.

As one, they turned around and ran the way they’d came.

***

“SHADOW WEAVER!” Castaspella was shocked to see her old rival, especially this deep into her palace’s secured area. “You have some nerve showing your face here after all you’ve done.”

“You have NO idea what I’ve done,” responded the Horde witch. “But you’ll understand soon enough.”

Castaspella braced herself as she began weaving a spell. Shadow Weaver matched it. “How did you get past the guards?”

“Oh, they LET me in. The entire city did, actually.” She held up a small vial. Inside was a strange green substance. “At least, they did once I used a diffuse teleportation spell to put a small bit of this on the head of every person in the city. I just waited for them to sleep, to let down their guard, and then I struck.”

“What IS that?”

‘The Slime of En’Slav.”

Castaspella had heard of the substance, but she also knew it had limited use. Even if she’d altered it somehow to be more than temporary, there was no way she could be controlling the entire population. “You’re lying. You couldn’t have conquered Mystacor in a night.”

“Oh, I didn’t need to. The amount I used on each person was JUST enough to let me implant a hypnotic command in them, to act as if I, and my compatriots, weren’t here. An entire squadron of Horde Troopers could march right through the middle of the city and they wouldn’t bat an eye!”

Castaspella’s blood ran cold. That meant the Horde hadn’t just invaded, they’d effectively neutralized all the magic users in the city; every man, woman, and child would be blind to their presence and at their mercy.

“I’ll see you banished to Limbo for this,” said Castaspella. She fired a burst of mystical energy. Shadow Weaver matched it. Both mystics began a duel of opposing spells, each constantly cancelling out the other. No quarter was asked, nor given, and it seemed a stalemate.

Until Shadow Weaver threw the vial. Castaspella was so busy firing blasts with both hands that she didn’t dodge it in time. It shattered against her forehead, staggering her and spilling the minute amount of slime within onto her head. Just a trickle, but she immediately felt the effects of the unholy substance. Her will wavered ever so slightly, her focus just a touch less. It was all Shadow Weaver needed. As Castaspella shook her head to try and clear it, Shadow Weaver cast a spell of restraining, which struck Castaspella right between her breasts.

The effect was immediate as gossamer bands of energy swirled around the Rebel mage, winding around her arms and pulling them behind her back. At the same time, two more wound around her knees, forcing her into a kneeling position. Restrained thusly, most of her magical ability was negated.

“You may have me for the moment, but you can’t keep me bound with this spell for long. And you’ll never find the right ritual before then.”

“Oh, I already HAVE the ritual,” said Shadow Weaver. “I found it ages ago and kept it for just the right time. I’d actually forgotten I had it until a few days ago.”

“Then what is it you want here?!”

“YOU.”

“Another prisoner for Hordak?”

“Not another prisoner. Another SLAVE.” She began to gesture and cast a spell to the air above Castaspella’s head. “Much as I’m loathe to admit it, Modulok’s science has improved the Slime. Now it can bond to its victims, making them permanently compliant to whomever it recognizes as its master. And that would be Hordak.”

Energy began gathering above Castaspella. There was no way it was a good sign.

“You’ve used it on my friends,” she said, the horrifying revelation dawning on her. “All of them! The Star Sisters! Perfuma! Glimmer!” Now she knew what had happened to the Whispering Woods. It must have been Perfuma, under the control of the slime.

“And especially Peekablue,” gloated the witch. The implications of that were truly terrifying. If what Shadow Weaver was saying was true, Hordak could spy on them at any time, know all their secrets! There would be literally nowhere to hide. No wonder he’d made such inroads against them! In his hands, Peekablue would be the ultimate weapon!

“And now,” continued Shadow Weaver, “it’s at long last time to add YOU to Hordak’s little heroine harem.”

‘HAREM?!’ Castaspella was revolted by the thought. She struggled to speed the weaving of the counterspell for the mystic bonds, even as the energy above her head coalesced into a portal.

And from it flowed the Slime of En’Slav!

It struck her hair first, matting it to her back before starting to ooze down her spine. As it began dissolving her clothes, a small rivulet of slime dripped upon her right breast, eating away part of her bodice and freeing it. Two more large dollops landed on her thighs, coating them and dripping to the vault floor.

“CASTASPELLA! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!” Shadow Weaver turned to see Angella and Netossa rushing in, just as more of the ooze began dripping down Castaspella’s shoulders.

“What in the world?!” Netossa moved to help her friend.

“DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!” Castaspella shouted this, even as she began to feel the aphrodisiac effects of the slime. She was growing wet between her legs. “GET OUT OF HERE!”

“We can’t just leave you!” Angela raised her arms to use her own magic against Shadow Weaver.

“GO!” Using all her remaining strength, Castaspella used her gathered energy to create a portal that enveloped her two friends, vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. Drained from the act, she couldn’t fight it as the slime made her climax. She wiggled her hips back and forth, trying to rid herself of the need to orgasm, but the undulating only succeeded in making it worse. As the slime rolled down her breasts and stomach, and down to cover her groin, she climaxed twice in rapid succession, gasping at the sensation. She was quickly losing herself in the need for sex it was forcing on her, and came again as the slime covered her legs completely.

She could also feel her will being devoured. She knew she was lost, even as the biggest climax began to roll over her. She cried out as it struck, her mind overwhelmed.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!! YES! OH GOD YES! OHH! OHHHHH!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She was still in the grip of orgasmic bliss, her chest sticking out and her head tilted back, as a gigantic wad of the slime came through the portal, enveloping her completely after striking her in the face. Under all that slime, her body shuddered from the rapid series of orgasms that rocked it and turned her quickly vanishing will to mush. The portal closed, its job complete.

She was still cumming as the slime seeped into her flesh, turning her green and revealing her naked body. The restraining spell fell away, no longer needed, and Castaspella stood up, bits of slime dropping away from her to the vault’s floor. Shadow Weaver watched as her old rival opened her eyes, which were now as red as death itself.

She luxuriated in the knowledge that she’d finally conquered and utterly dominated her greatest rival as Castaspella raised her arms in front of her and began to speak, in a robotic monotone, the words that would forever seal her fate and damn her to an eternal hell.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

As Castaspella lowered her arms, Shadow Weaver created another portal. Her work here in Mystacor was complete. The Horde Troopers would assume command now; with the populace unaware of their presence, they could control the entire city with no resistance.

And their queen, rebel mystic Castaspella, would spend the rest of her life as a Slime Slave.

Shadow Weaver floated through the portal. Castaspella followed.

***

One second, they were rushing to aid Castaspella, the next Netossa and Angella found themselves back in the cottage. Spinerella was practically pinballing off the walls, a whirling dervish of energy. She came to a sudden stop before the two shellshocked women.

“So, did you have a nice trip?”

Angella resisted the urge to scream in emotional agony. After a few seconds, she dropped to her knees and lost that battle.

***

Evil-Lyn looked at her completed portal. There was no going back now. She stepped through and it closed behind her. She was immediately greeted by red, polluted skies and dark, foreboding angular structures.

The Fright Zone. If nothing else, she mused, she definitely liked Hordak’s style. She knew Hordak’sthroneroom was in the largest structure, but there would be no way to sneak into it to have an audience with him. So, she didn’t bother. Spotting a pair of Troopers patrolling the area, she stepped into their view. They immediately aimed their stun blasters at her.

“Identify yourself intruder!”

“I am Evil-Lyn, and I have business with your master.”

***

Hordak was very pleased to know the takeover of Mystacor was complete. The mystics would prove no obstacle to his plans now.

“Excellent work Weaver,” he said as he looked over the enslaved Castaspella. “VERY nice indeed.”

“I aim to please,” she said. “And THIS was an absolute pleasure.” She chuckled. “Now, I must begin preparing the ritual.”

“Get to it. Send for Castaspella when you’re ready for her. In the meantime, I want to examine my new prize.”

Shadow Weaver nodded, and as she floated away, she couldn’t resist one last taunt to her vanquished rival. “Enjoy the preview of the rest of your life.”

Inside her mind, Castaspella railed against what was happening, but she could make no move on her own. Indeed, she couldn’t even work up the will to try. Instead, she stood there as Hordak stood behind her, lowered his loincloth, and rammed his penis into her cunt. She cried out in pain at the sudden penetration, and as he pounded her pussy, her body moved in time with his, fucking him as he fucked her. He mashed her breasts around as he began bringing her to a climax, far too soon after the one that had shattered the last of her will. She gasped as the need to orgasm quickly became all-consuming, and his pace increased.

She finally climaxed as he released his hot seed into her womb, filling it beyond capacity. As he slid out of her, she turned and dropped to her knees, just in time to get a faceful of his cum. Unable to respond with disgust, she instead licked her lips, tasting it before he forced his dick into her mouth. She was quickly performing a sensual blowjob on the villain.

“Master.” Hordak turned to see two Troopers escorting a woman wish ashen skin dressed in purple and black into the throneroom.

“You’re interrupting, Trooper.”

Evil-Lyn looked at the enslaved Castaspella, intrigued. It took her a moment to realize just who it was servicing the tyrant, and she began to realize just HOW the balance was being shifted towards evil. It was diabolical. And she wanted in.

“Lord Hordak, I am Evil-Lyn.”

“I know who you are,” he said. “Why are you here?”

“I’ve grown tired of Skeletor’s countless failures. If I remain with him, I will never gain the power I seek. I came to petition you to join the Horde.”

“Interesting,” he said. “One moment.”

He ejaculated into Castaspella’s throat and pulled out, leaving the enslaved rebel to swallow his cum. Without instruction, she didn’t move from where she knelt as he walked away from her, pulling his loincloth up.

“That’s better. Now, why, exactly, should I let you join the Horde? You could easily be a spy, showing Skeletor everything he needs to finally strike me down.”

“Skeletor’s not that smart,” she said vehemently. “Which is the problem. YOU, meanwhile, have clearly found a plan that’s working. Certainly enough to upset the cosmic balance at any rate.”

Hordak nodded. He sat in his throne and quietly tapped a button on it’s console.

“I’ll admit, I admire your ambition,” said Hordak. “Not many would dare just walk in here and try to sign up.”

“Thank you, Lord Hordak.”

“However, your ambition is also a problem. You crave power, to rule, to dominate.”

“As do you. We’d get along well, I think.”
“Perhaps,” admitted Hordak, “but there’s only room for ONE to rule on Etheria.”

As he said this, Evil-Lyn felt a powerful sensation of suction. She turned to see the Hordesman called Leech behind her, one of his suction-cup hands affixed to her back! Her vision blurred as he drained her strength, leaving her with almost nothing left.

“NO! Why are you doing this?!”

“Tie her hands,” ordered Hordak before answering her. A Trooper complied, binding her arms behind her back.

“Because,” he said to respond to the question, “I know your reputation. A self-serving backstabber. Utterly untrustworthy.”

“It’s not true! I’d be loyal!”

“Maybe, maybe not. But either way, I know how to make certain. Throw her into the Pit.” She struggled weakly as Leech picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, carrying the witch away.

***

Flying through mountains and flurries, Madame Razz shuddered from the cold; her efforts to produce a heat spell had left both her and Broom slightly singed. They’d both agreed not to try that one again.

“We’re almost there,” said Broom. “The Kingdom of Snows is just past that peak!” He picked up speed and came to a grinding halt as they saw exactly why Frosta hadn’t been in contact.

The Kingdom of Snows was under siege. On all sides, it was surrounded by Horde war machines and Troopers. And covering the Kingdom itself was a dome of mystical cold, radiating a temperature of absolute zero. It seemed to be keeping the Horde out, as several Troopers were clearly frozen solid within the perimeter of the dome.

“Oh deary me!” Madame Razz didn’t like this one bit.

“We’d better get back and tell Angella,” said Broom. “There’s no way we can get to Frosta now.”

“You’re right,” she said as they turned and went back the way they’d come.

Inside the Kingdom of Snows, Frosta sensed her friends, but didn’t dare let them in, lest the Horde use the opening to attack her people.

Silently, she prayed the others could hold on until she could find a way to deal with the siege.

***

Evil-Lyn struggled uselessly as Leech walked towards the Slime Pit.

“PUT ME DOWN! I’M TELLING YOU I WANT TO JOIN YOU!”

“And Hordak told me to throw you in. Guess which of those two things is going to happen.”

As the Slime Pit came into view, Evil-Lyn realized she’d overreached. She should have done something to prove her value first instead of just waltzing into his throneroom and expecting to be welcomed. She mentally kicked herself; Skeletor’s foolishness, it seemed, was contagious.

Leech hoisted her over his head as they reached the Pit. The pool in the front of it was full of the ooze, which bubbled slightly as an air pocket under the claw slowly drained.

“WAIT! DON’T!”

Leech ignored her and threw her into the slime pool. She landed on her left side, and immediately it began to eat at her clothing and cling to her arm, hip, and leg. She instantly began to feel the sexual side effects of the slime as she started growing wet. She rolled onto her back, and the slime ate through the ass of her clothes and completely destroyed her cape. Gasping as she felt the climax about to hit her hard, she tried to hold it back, but her weakening will betrayed her.

“UUUUNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!” She came and shuddered for a moment. Gasping, she barely even noticed that the slime was eating through the ropes holding her wrists. As it dissolved completely, another powerful orgasm began building. Without even thinking, Evil-Lyn reached with her now free right arm and began to rub her cunt, massaging it to help bring that climax sooner and stronger. It built even faster this time, and her juices spurted out of her pussy and onto her fingers as she came. She laid there in the slime, gasping in the afterglow of the orgasm.

And another one was already building. Lost in the sensation, any thought of escape was lost as she again began to masturbate, wanting only, at that moment, another monster climax.

Watching, Leech decided the process was taking too long. He reached for a barrel of slime and removed the lid. Picking it up, he walked to the edge of the slime pool as Evil-Lyn began bucking, practically fucking a cock that wasn’t even inside her.

“BY THE ANCIENTS YES! OH YES!”

She didn’t even notice as he poured the contents into the pool and onto her, so lost was she in the climax she sought.

“YESYESYES YESSSSS!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!“ She arched her back as the slime washed over her completely, destroying the last of her clothes and enveloping her.

Leech tossed the empty barrel aside as Evil-Lyn quieted down. As he watched, the slime atop her absorbed into her skin. Slowly, she stood up, her body now green and nude. She stepped out of the pool, still dripping slime, and raised her arms in front of her as she opened blood-red eyes.

“Hail Hordak! Hail the Master! Long live Hordak!”

He escorted the converted villainess back to Hordak’sthroneroom and then left, his task complete. Evil-Lyn lowered her arms as Hordak looked her over. Castaspella was on her feet now, standing at attention robotically. She was still dripping Hordak’s cum from her slit.

“Well, you SAID you wanted to join the Horde.” He chuckled. “And NOW I can trust you!”

Inside her mind, she railed against her fate. She couldn’t meet her end like this! NOT LIKE THIS!

Evil-Lyn, villainous mistress of magic, had come seeking an ally. All she had found was her gruesome fate as a Slime Slave.

Hordak willed her to approach him. She could not even begin to resist his mental commands. He had her lay across his throne. He pulled her legs apart and placed his hands on her hips before sinking his dick into her groin. He began to fuck the villainess with relish, and there was utterly nothing she could do to stop him. He watched her breasts bounce up and down like water balloons; he couldn’t resist releasing her hips, pulling her up a bit, and then mashing her breasts around as he made her climax around his cock. As her slit spasmed, he blew his load into her snatch. Pulling out slowly, he rubbed her freshly fucked pussy, having enjoyed it immensely.

She was certainly better company in THIS state. As she stood up, her own cunt now matching Castaspella’s, Hordak tapped another button on his console.

“And now, Slave, I have a job for you.”

***

At Snake Mountain, Skeletor was furious.

“You bungling twits! I’d be better off with trained chimps than the lot of you! They weren’t even at half strength and they made fools of you!”

“But we-“ started Beast Man before Skeletor glared at him.

“Did I say you could talk,” he asked.

“Maybe not,” said the voice of Evil-Lyn as she stepped into the entry for Skeletor’s strategy room, cloaked in shadow. “But =I= have something to say.”

“I was wondering where you slinked off to! You didn’t even TRY to-“ He stopped as she stepped into view, naked and green. “What is THIS?!”

“Your DEATH,” said Evil-Lyn as she summoned a portal between Skeletor’s head and shoulders. The villain didn’t even have a chance to react as his head was sucked into Limbo. His decapitated body slumped in his throne. The Evil Warriors watched, horrified, and turned to see Catra walk up behind the enslaved Evil-Lyn.

“Nicely done, Slave,” she said. “As of this moment, you have two options. Serve me, and be part of the Horde Empire as we conquer the universe. Oppose me, and wind up like HER,” she said, gesturing towards Evil-Lyn, “or HIM,” she said, gesturing to Skeletor’s body.

There was a momentary pause, and then Beast Man spoke for them all.

“Where do we start, Boss?”

Catra smiled.

***

Several hours later, the Sorceress sensed them coming long before the Jaw Bridge opened. She breathed a sigh of relief. He-Man and She-Ra stepped into her inner sanctum, ready to save Etheria.

“We’ve come as you asked, Sorceress,” said He-Man.

“Now what’s the emergency?”

“Nothing less, I fear, than the fate of the entire universe.”

***

At the same time the Sorceress welcomed the Twins back to Grayskull, Shadow Weaver floated over an ancient grave, deep within the Cursed Graveyard on the outskirts of the Fright Zone. As she drew mystic circles in the air, the enslaved Evil-Lyn and Castaspella poured enchanted slime atop the ancient soil and tombstone. They then joined Shadow Weaver in casting the first of many spells that would be performed before the hour ended.

The ritual that would increase Hordak’s power a thousand-fold was beginning.

Soon, the Slime Wizard would rise. And then, all of Etheria would fall.

TO BE CONTINUED…