Disclaimer: He-Man, She-Ra, Masters of the Universe, Princess of Power, and all related characters and concepts are the property of Mattel and used without permission. I do not own them. If I did, I would be very rich. The Slime Wizard is mine, and no, I named myself after him, not the other way around. I don’t do self-insert characters.

The Fall of the Great Rebellion
Written by The Slime Wizard
Chapter 8: "The Heroine Hunt"

Previously: Returning to Etheria, He-Man and She-Ra set out to thwart Hordak’s plan, but had to split up after Light Hope informed them of the dark ritual taking place. He-Man attempted to destroy the slime at it’s source but Hordak was ready; using Teela as a hostage, he tricked He-Man into being slimed. Meanwhile, She-Ra arrived seconds too late to prevent the completion of the ritual, which created a dangerous being called Slime Wizard. Try as she might, She-Ra was no match for the monster, which captured, raped, and slimed her. Hordak sent He-Man to kill his allies on Eternia and raped She-Ra in front of all of Etheria to break the spirits of all the Rebels. Horrified, Sorceress began crafting one last, desperate plan to turn the tide. Meanwhile, Queen Angella’s remaining rebels were recovering from losing Castaspella, and were only now aware of how deadly the situation truly was.

***

Sea Hawk was seething. Seeing Hordak do that to She-Ra… No, to ADORA made his blood boil. The effect on morale had been devastating across all of Etheria. Overnight the fight went out of rebels everywhere. After all, if Hordak could defeat She-Ra like that, what chance did any of them have?

And then there was the WAY she’d been defeated. He had no idea how Hordak had turned her green, or her eyes red, but the effect was disturbing. If there was a way to change her back, he swore to find it. But first, he needed to make sure that Mermista and the city of Salineas was safe. With the Whispering Woods and Brightmoon fallen, he wasn’t sure any place would be safe for long.

That was why he’d set out alone on this journey. He refused to risk his men. On this ship, the Solar Clipper, they’d practically be trapped if the Horde came after him. He refused to endanger their lives any further in the current situation.

He checked the coordinates and confirmed he was directly over Salineas. They would detect his presence anytime now. All he could do was wait and hope Mermista was safe.

***

Just out of Sea Hawk’s sensor range, Octavia watched from within the submersible that served as her personal vessel. The pirate had been on her personal hit list for years now, and today, she swore, would be the day she scratched his name off of it.

But first things first. She had a mermaid to secure and a passenger that simply creeped her out. She looked back, shuddered, and returned her attention to watching the Solar Clipper, anticipating that soon Mermista would rendezvous with the pirate, eager to help her friends.

***

“You are not leaving the city. I absolutely FORBID IT!” King Mercia refused to budge on the subject. He would not allow his daughter to endanger herself any longer, not after the abominable display of power Hordak had shown off.

“I have no choice,” said Mermista. “My friends need me if we’re going to rescue She-Ra!”

“And what if you’re captured too? What if he does to you what he did to her?” He paused, terrified for his little girl. “The man is a monster, Elaysia. He’s taken so much from Etheria already. I… I cannot bear the thought of him taking you, too. Please, ignore the ship up there. Stay here!”

“If I don’t go, the Horde will just come to us, father,” she said. “I’ve opposed them long enough to know that eventually, they WILL come here and seek me out. If I leave, Salineas may be spared their wrath. Ask yourself, what’s more important? One person, even your daughter, or your people? The needs of the many, father.”

King Mercia sagged, defeated. He hugged his daughter tightly. “Please, come back to me.”

She hugged him back. “Always.”

Turning away, she began to swim up through a small opening in the dome. It took her less than a minute to reach the surface, where she saw the Solar Clipper. She looked up at saw Sea Hawk, the Rebellion’s pirate ally, sitting on a cannon.

“Took you long enough,” he said. He watched as she summoned a pillar of water that raised her up to the level of his ship’s deck. As she jumped off of it, her mermaid tail instantly transformed into a pair of human legs. She landed gracefully as he flipped off of the cannon and landed next to her.

“Sorry for the wait. You know how my father is.”

“He’s right to be worried. This is gonna be a rough one.”

***

Octavia, watching through a periscope, saw Mermista’s arrival on the ship. She could read lips, and she chuckled grimly.

“You have NO idea HOW rough, traitor. Prepare to surface and attack!” In the bowels of her submersible, over a thousand Aqua Troopers got into their battle positions. Her passenger just remained still and silent. She’d be glad when she was rid of them.

The massive vessel raised up as Octavia aimed a concussion cannon at the Solar Clipper’s sails. “FIRE!” A bolt of sheer force ripped through water and air, striking and shattering the masts of the Solar Clipper in an instant!

“LOOK OUT!” Sea Hawk tackled Mermista, forcing both of them clear as the debris rained down where they’d been standing only a moment before. “Somehow, I think we’ve been spotted.” He drew his energy cutlass as the attacking ship broke through the surface, coming at them with the speed of a striking shark. It was many times the size of the Clipper, and bore, naturally, the symbol of the Horde.

He wasn’t surprised to see Octavia when the hatch opened. She was armed with four swords, one for each of her octopus arms.

“Just what I needed to make my day complete. A sea hag.”

“It’s been far too long, turncoat,” said the Hordeswoman. “You and the mermaid will surrender immediately or die where you float.”

“Mermista, think you could generate a wave strong enough to get us away from her?”

‘I’m afraid I can’t match her ship’s speed.”

“So, we fight then. Wonderful.” He looked at Octavia. “Sorry, but I’ll have to go with the third choice, where we send you on your way with only half your teeth.”

Mermista was confused. Surely Octavia had a great many of Hordak’s troops within her ship, so why wasn’t she deploying them? Did she intend to fight the two of them alone? She doubted it; the Horde was never known for intentionally fighting at a disadvantage.

“Mermista,” said Sea Hawk, “get out of here and meet up with Angella’s group at Wavern Village. I’ll deal with this and join you later. If I can.”

“But-“

“Go!” He leapt from the deck of the Clipper, sword at the ready, and swung as he came down. Octavia raised two blades and blocked his strike, but was forced back slightly due to his momentum. “I’ve got a score to settle with you, pirate. When this fight’s over, your head will be my prize.”

She swung with all four blades. Seahawk dodged the strikes by rolling to the left. As he came up, he swung his sword, clipping one of her sword arms as she tried another slash.

“OW! You’ll regret that!”

“The only thing I regret is ever seeing your face. That’ll scar me for life!”

Furious, she swung at him again. He blocked, then noticed a sudden blur of green out of the corner of his eye. He knew that shade of green.

“MERMISTA! GET MOVING NOW!”

The mermaid princess had hesitated, not wanting to abandon a valiant ally, but she had to admit he had a point. He was stuck here without her aid, but the same was not true for her. And as she’d argued with her father, the needs of the many outweighed the needs of the few. Sea Hawk was willing to sacrifice himself if it meant she could reach the others and turn the tide, so to speak.

She still hated it, but she understood it. Bracing herself, she dove off of the starboard deck of the crippled ship, taking a graceful diving position as she plummeted towards the water. But before she could reach it and swim away, she felt a sudden jolt as something grabbed her right ankle, stopping her plummet towards the ocean.

“What in the world?!” She looked up and saw a slimy green tendril had grabbed hold of her foot. To her shock, it suddenly swung her up and then down. “BY POSEIDON’S BEARD!” She struck the deck with a painful thud. Momentarily stunned, she glanced towards the tendril that had flung her back to the ship. And towards the being it was attached to.

At first glance, it appeared to be a sorcerer, but the closer she looked, the less human it appeared. It seemed to not be entirely solid, its body wiggling slightly as the ship rocked back and forth on the waves. If it had a face, it was hidden in the shadows provided by its hood. And looking even closer, she could see the robe it wore was a part of the creature’s body.

“What ARE you?!” The Slime Wizard said nothing. It COULD say nothing. Its only response was to extend more tendrils from its arms and body, whipping them out towards Mermista. She instantly thrust her fists out, sending jets of water to intercept several of the tentacles, but some wormed their way around the barrage, and struck as fast as pythons, ensnaring her wrists and tying them together. A second wound around her arms, binding them to her sides, while a third grasped her other ankle. She heard a hissing, chemical sound and then felt a slight breeze as her one piece tunic became two.

The tentacles lifted Mermista into the air, taking away any leverage she might have had. On Octavia’s sub, Sea Hawk saw it and cursed.

“Looks like my new friend caught a BIG one!”

“Damnit…” He blocked another of the villain’s strikes. “I’ve got to get back up there before it’s too late!”

“If the Slime Wizard has her in his clutches, it’s ALREADY too late.” Octavia chuckled. “That thing was the one that took down your lover. Fish girl doesn’t stand a chance!”

His eyes went wide. If that was true, they were well and truly screwed.

Suspended in the air, her arms bound, Mermista was helpless to do anything but watch as the creature sprouted even more tentacles, which darted directly towards her. The first one struck against her groin and again she heard the sound of fabric dissolving, followed by the sensation of a gentle sea breeze on her nether region. She was utterly unprepared for the tentacle to thrust itself into her pussy, eliciting a shocked gasp. She felt its twin worming its way up her butt. Together, they began a one-two pattern as they raped her. As one would pull back, the other would push forward, and the resulting sensations were already driving her completely mad! She was so busy trying to fight it off that she failed to notice a third as it aimed and then ejaculated slime onto her chest. In seconds, the sea shells and fabric covering her torso began dissolving. By the time she finally noticed, her breasts were completely exposed and bouncing freely as the tentacles fucked her. That same tentacle thrust itself between her lips as she gasped from the double fucking she was receiving, and began pumping in and out of her mouth like a piston.

She squirmed as the aphrodisiac effects of the slime began to take hold. She was fighting the urge to hump the tentacle in her pussy back even as she felt her body building towards an orgasm. She shuddered as she lost that struggle, her vaginal lips quivering around the thing and dripping her cum onto the deck below her. Flush with embarrassment, she was horrified to realize the tentacle hadn’t broken its pace at all, and another climax was waiting in the wings. Her body thrust back and forth as it struck her, less than a minute after the first. Far more intense than the original, she was gasping around the tentacle in her mouth and dripping sweat already.

That was when the one in her mouth erupted, filling her mouth with slime before pulling back to spray the last of it onto her face. She immediately threw up, gagging on the vile substance. She immediately realized something was wrong. She’d been struggling against her bonds with all she had before, but now, she was finding her efforts weakening, not due to a lack of strength, but a lack of motivation!

‘What- What’s happening to me?!’ She bucked again as the tendril in her snatch made her cum for a third time. “UUUUNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” As the climax finished, she gasped even harder between feminine grunts as it pounded away at her. Her grunts got audibly louder as the tentacle in her ass erupted with more of the slime, coating her derriere in its spunk. As it did so, she felt her efforts weakening even more.

‘It’s doing something… to my mind…” she realized. ‘Sapping my will!’ In her mind, she had a flash of She-Ra’s fate, and stark terror filled her. “OH GOD NO!” Mustering the willpower she had left, she renewed her struggles. She had to get free before it finished the job!

But it was already far too late. The tentacle pumping in and out of her slit increased its speed, and with it, the physical pleasure she was experiencing.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!” She cried out as the strongest orgasm yet hit her, and another one was building as fast as a sea serpent darted through the water! It was some kind of spell, and there was nothing she could do but-
The tentacle chose that moment to erupt, filling her snatch to the brim with its slimy cum.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!! OH GOD!!!!!!!!! OH! OH! OH! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!” Her body unleashed an orgasm far beyond anything she’d ever experienced or imagined. It was, quite literally, mind blowing. The fight fully raped out of her by the sexual assault, she hung in the grasp of the tentacles holding her like a ragdoll, twitching as smaller orgasms hit her body. If She-Ra couldn’t withstand this, SHE certainly wouldn’t either.

Sensing its prey was fully subdued, the Slime Wizard’s tentacles let go of her wrists and ankles, and positioned themselves all around the defeated mermaid. And then, as it had with She-Ra, it began to ejaculate slime onto Mermista. It struck her chest first, a massive splattering that coated her abdomen in green ooze and wormed its way into her cleavage. A second struck her face, a perverse cream pie of ooze. More blasts of the creature’s slimy seed struck her from all sides. Her hair was soon fouled. Her thighs were coated utterly. Her groin and ass were struck again for good measure.

This time it only took the creature two minutes to finish sliming its victim entirely. Its mission complete, the creature’s tentacle set the ooze covered mermaid down on her human legs and retracted its remaining tendrils from her pussy and arms. It stood silently watching as its handiwork bore fruit. The muck seeped into her body, changing her on both a physical and magical level. It devoured the last of her free will as small rivulets dripped off her body, stripped nude and turned green. Her posture straightened and her eyes, now a glowing red, opened. Her arms raised in front of her. And then she spoke in the manner so many others had in the last few days, and the same words as well.

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

Her arms lowered as she was psychically connected to her new Master, and she began receiving instructions.

Mermista, princess of Salineas, was now just another Slime Slave.

Sea Hawk kicked Octavia in the gut with all his strength. He’d heard Mermista cry out! Whatever that thing was, it was clear she wasn’t a match for it. Octavia stumbled back. The blasted pirate’s blade had melted through her own swords, but it didn’t matter. She’d already accomplished her mission.

“Farewell forever, traitor,” she said as she got back onto her feet and rested her hands on her hips.

Her posture and words confused him. He was winning their duel. Why would she lower her guard? Without warning, a sphere of water enveloped his head, cutting off his air. Unable to breathe, he looked up at his ship in time to see the green creature descending back to Octavia’s submarine, and in its grasp was Mermista, in the same condition as She-ra. He dropped to his knees, darkness encroaching on the edges of his vision. Amused, Octavia walked over to him.

“Can’t catch your breath?” She knelt down, and then punched him in the stomach, forcing the last of his air out of his lungs and forcing him to breathe in water. “Good.” She stood up and watched as he drowned. Once she was certain he was dead, she kicked his body and it slid into the sea. He sank beneath the waves, his vow to save his beloved Adora doomed to go unfulfilled. Pausing for a moment, Octavia looked at the crippled Solar Cutter, pulled out her blaster, and set it ablaze. She’d enjoy watching it burn and sink.

In her mind, Mermista cried out in horror at the sight of her friend, murdered by her own hand! Octavia sent a signal to her Troopers in the ship. “Open a signal to King Mercia.” A monitor and camera rose up in front of her, and she pulled Mermista into view by her hair.

“ELAYSIA! What have you DONE to her?!” The girl’s father was suitably disturbed by her fate.

“Nothing compared to what will happen if you don’t open your gates and surrender to me immediately. If you don’t, I’ll simply send in my robots to destroy your undersea kingdom and kill everyone in it. Consider sparing HER life a bonus.”

“Father…” she said softly, surprised Hordak was letting her say anything at all.

His eyes tearing, both for his daughter and for the suffering to come, he sagged visibly. “The Kingdom of Salineas… welcomes it’s Horde overlords.”

“An EXCELLENT CHOICE.” On the underside of her submersible, hundreds of Aqua Troopers swam towards the kingdom. Minutes after their arrival, they were fully entrenched. Satisfied with the day’s work, Octavia turned towards Slime Wizard and released Mermista’s hair, allowing her to stand at attention. “Slave, return to the Fright Zone and await Hordak’s further instructions.”

“Yes, Naval Commander,” said Mermista as she stepped backwards and into the sea. Her legs transformed into her fish tail and she swam away to serve Hordak. Octavia turned to the Slime Wizard. “And as for you-“

The creature suddenly collapsed into a puddle of ooze, its consciousness going elsewhere. She knew, from what she’d been told, it would simply possess another batch of slime elsewhere on Etheria and reform there. Still, it left a disgusting mess on the deck of her ship. She kicked a bit of it off her boot.

“Ew.”

***

Things were proceeding exactly as he had planned. Hordak found that a delightful change of pace. Already the Great Rebellion was becoming a shadow of its former self with so many of them captured and enslaved. Meanwhile, Shadow Weaver’s new creation, which she dubbed “Slime Wizard” for some reason, had already proven its worth by capturing and then transforming She-Ra into his servant.

He looked down, where his greatest enemy was once more servicing him, her head bobbing up and down his cock in a delightful manner. With her and her accursed brother fully in his power, there would be virtually no stopping his conquest of Etheria now.

He grunted as he once more released his seed into She-Ra’s throat, making her swallow it and then lick his cock clean. Humiliating her every day would be his new hobby.

He didn’t need Octavia’s report to know Mermista had been converted; he had sensed it the moment it occurred. He’d mentally directed her in drowning that pesky rat. And with Salineas and Mystacor now under his command, the only free realm left on the planet was the Kingdom of Snows. His forces had done well so far to isolate it and, in the process, Frosta. Of all the remaining Rebels, she was, in his estimation, the most dangerous. He would have to deal with her, but first, he needed to finish things with Angella.

At his mental command, She-Ra got off her knees and walked away, even as Peekablue stepped forward from the other side of the chamber, her plumage spreading to show Queen Angella and the rest of her pitiful Rebellion. He’d broken their movement, and now it was time to annihilate them entirely.

“Grizzlor,” he said as he opened communications. “It’s time. Begin the Heroine Hunt.”

***

The mood was grim within the cottage serving as Angella’s makeshift headquarters. The loss of Castaspella and Mystacor had been bad enough, but then the twin blows of She-Ra’s horrifying fate and the current state of Frosta’s kingdom…

Angella didn’t know what to do. They were besieged on all sides and she couldn’t for the life of her, see a solution.

“At least,” said Netossa, “we finally have some answers.”

That much, Angella admitted, was true. Between what Shadow Weaver was doing to Castaspella when they last saw her and She-Ra’s altered appearance, it was clear that Hordak was using this slime, whatever it was, to control others. Thinking about who was missing, and their misfortunes, things were adding up. It had to have been Perfuma that destroyed the Whispering Woods. And being led into the trap at Mystacor meant that almost certainly her niece, Double Trouble, had been turned as well. That meant they could expect all the other missing core Rebels were almost certainly under Hordak’s control as well, and being used against them.

Angella was sickened by the thought of Rebekkah and Glimmer under that monster’s command, not to mention the rest of their friends.

“We need to make a move before Hordak can.” General Sundar, a Horde defector and a longtime ally, had arrived only a few hours before. From what he’d seen, the spirit of the populace had been all but broken after Hordak’s broadcast.

“Agreed,” said Angella. “We’ve been on the defensive from the start, but with our membership so depleted, we need to be especially careful.”

Standing off to the side, Flutterina shuddered at the thought of being under the same spell as She-Ra. Cold sweat infused her body just thinking about such an unspeakable fate. She wondered if, perhaps, it was time to just give up. Hordak seemed completely unbeatable.

“Maybe we should go back to the Kingdom of Snows,” suggested Madame Razz. “At least then, we could help Frosta.”

It was definitely an option, but at the same time, it was probably what Hordak expected. Angella sighed. She felt at a loss.

An uncharacteristically thoughtful Spinnerella raised her hand, as if she was in a classroom.

“Ummm… If Hordak’s controlling all our missing friends, and Peekablue’s one of them, doesn’t that mean he can use her to know everything we’re doing and where we are?”

Everyone looked at her.

“I said something stupid again, didn’t I?”

That was the final piece of the puzzle. Everything fit now. Hordak had used her abilities to thwart the rescue attempts and then locate members that were isolated. But worse… If Spinnerella was right…

“WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE NOW!” She bolted from her sitting position so fast the chair clattered to the floor. “EVERYONE, WE NEED TO MOVE IMMEDIATELY!”

“So, I =DIDN’T= say something stupid?”

They ignored that question. Hordak had to know where they were at all times! There was nowhere to hide! The fact he hadn’t struck yet was simply to lull them into a false sense of security and let their guard down!

An explosion came out of nowhere, sending a shockwave through Wavern Village. Windows shattered and the ground quaked. They rushed outside to see the center of the village was now a massive crater, lined with the broken and charred remains of several of their allies. Clearly, Hordak was done pretending he didn’t have a complete advantage over them.

Several Horde airships were converging in the skies above, and the sound of tanks were getting closer by the second. They had to move now, and there was no time for a plan. “SCATTER! Peekablue can’t track all of us at once!”

“But where should we meet again?” Sunder had a point, but even if she had an idea, there wouldn’t be much point as long as Peekablue remained Hordak’s slave. Thus, the only option…

“Try to get to the Fright Zone! If we can free or… or eliminate Peekablue, we’ll have a chance!”

The collective blood of the Rebels froze. Kill their friend? Was the situation THAT grim?

No matter what their feelings, it was time to disperse. Angella, Flutterina, Madame Razz and Broom took to the skies. Spinnerella zoomed off in a whirling blur in the direction of the Fright Zone. Netossa and General Sundar ran into the forest, quickly vanishing into the foliage. A moment later, the cottage was obliterated by another explosion.

Watching through a Horde spy-viewer, Grizzlor grinned. The Heroine Hunt was on.

***

As Angella, Flutterina, Madame Razz and Broom flew through the skies, it was obvious to them that Spinnerella was getting further and further from them every second.

“Damn it… If Spinnerella arrives at the Fright Zone alone, she won’t stand a chance! We’ve got catch up to her!”

“But HOW?!”

“Pour on the speed! It’s our only shot!” As the two winged women sped up, Madame Razz and Broom found themselves falling behind.

“Looks like it’s time I poured it on too!” Broom got ready to cut loose, but before he could speed up, a Horde airship rose up in front of the pair.

“It looks like we’ll have to lose them first,” Madame Razz said, resigned to the fact that the others were on their own for the moment. “Oh dearie me…”

Broom swerved left and the chase was on.

***

The Troopers were everywhere, it seemed. Netossa flipped over the head of one of the robots, snagging it with her net in the process. Using her momentum as she landed, she managed to flip the robot over her own head and into three others. Not pausing to admire her handiwork, she spun around and, using the net like a makeshift whip, bowled over two more of the robots.

Not to be outdone, General Sundar was taking down the Troopers left and right with expertly placed shots from his blaster.

They’d been making progress going the same direction as the others, but without speed or flight, the odds of them arriving in time to be a factor were slim.

The odds of them arriving at all, however, seemed even worse. For every Trooper they took down, it felt like two more took their place. That they’d been found so quickly to begin with was a testament to just how expertly Hordak had weaponized Peekablue’s powers. She balked at the thought of having to kill her friend, but the needs of Etheria came first, and she doubted Peekablue would want to live as Hordak’s servant.

Spotting a clearing ahead, Sundar fired a wide burst that scattered the Troopers, giving them the time they needed to get to it. As they reached the field, Netossa’s instincts were screaming at her.

“This has been too easy. I think they’ve been herding us here.”

“For what?”

“Not what. WHOM.” She looked up to see a Horde airship arrive overhead. They stood back as it lowered to the ground and landed before them. As the door to the cockpit opened, Netossa scowled. Stepping from the craft was Entrapta, one of Hordak’s most dangerous lieutenants; between her prehensile hair and mechanical aptitude, she was a force to be reckoned with.

“It’s been FOREVER, Netossa,” she said. “I’m SO glad I caught up with you after all this time.”

“You won’t be in a moment,” promised Netossa as she braced herself.

Entrapta put up her hand. “Now now, let us not be hasty. Hordak’s held the advantage over you Rebels this entire time, and it’s hardly been sporting, I think. All the spying and plotting, well, it gets old. And then there’s this whole Slime Slave business when I just find DEEPLY distasteful. It lacks, how do you say, class?”

“Get to the point.” She was fully aware that the entire clearing was lined with Troopers. At this rate, they’d be captured in no time. Whatever Entrapta was up to, it seemed playing her game was the only chance they had.

“Oh, you’re no fun. What I propose is a wager. If you can beat me in single combat, you’ll get my ship and be able to catch up to your friends. If you lose, the both of you will have to serve Hordak WILLINGLY.”

Sundar didn’t like this one bit. There was almost no chance they could escape, so what was the point of giving them this opportunity?

“Why,” he asked. “You could easily subdue us with sheer numbers.”

“A victory isn’t any fun if you don’t give your opponent a path to your defeat. It’s the thrill of the game, the glory of a challenge.”

“And we don’t have any choice,” added Netossa. “Very well.” She stepped forward. “Sundar, whatever happens, you must not interfere.”

“Troopers,” said Entrapta, “do not fire unless I order it. Any of you that fail to comply will be melted down and turned into sewer pipes.” The Troopers all lowered their weapons.

“Be careful,” said Sunder.

“I don’t DO careful,” replied Netossa as she and Entrapta sized one another up. There was a moment of absolute silence, and then the two women charged at one another. Entrapta’s braids flung out and Netossa dodged them, grabbed one, and pulled, throwing the Hordeswoman off-balance. As Entrapta went past her, she spun and kicked the woman in the ass, sending her sprawling to the ground.

“Cute.” Entrapta flung herself up off the ground with her hair and came down towards her opponent. Netossa dove out of the way just in time to avoid being struck by the landing villain, but was still dealt a blow from the woman’s living hair, a swat that staggered her and bloodied her lip.

No words were exchanged as they came at one another again. Netossa threw a punch at Entrapta’s face that was blocked by her hair and, undeterred, drove her heel into the villainess’s shin, eliciting a cry of pain. Entrapta staggered back, then lashed out with her braids, entwining Netossa’s wrists. Taking advantage, she swung Netossa around several times before releasing her. Netossa flew backwards and tumbled in the grass, dizzy and momentarily stunned.

Sensing her enemy’s weakness, Entrapta launched herself with her hair, aiming to land the final blow. As she came within arm’s reach of Netossa, however, the Rebel thrust her leg out with all her strength, getting Entrapta right in her solar plexus. The momentum of her kick, combined with the villain’s, made it a powerful blow indeed. Entrapta stepped back, holding her chest and doubled over from the pain. She was unprepared as Netossa slugged her in the face, sending her sprawling to the ground in a heap.

In one smooth movement, Netossa used her net to tangle up Entrapta’s hair and jumped onto her back, grabbing the villain in a headlock.

“YIELD!”

“N-NEVER!”

“If you don’t,” she said as she began twisting the villain’s head in a way it wasn’t meant to twist, “Hordak will need to find a replacement for you. AND your next of kin.”

“GAH! You… You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.” She twisted harder. Entrapta’s eyes went wide, realizing Netossa was completely serious.

“YOU WIN! YOU WIN!” Satisfied, Netossa got off her and pulled her net free of the woman’s hair, returning it to the cape it normally served as before putting it back on.

“Are you alright?” Sundar ran up to Netossa as Entrapta pulled herself up gracelessly, choking and massaging her throat.

“Never better,” she replied. “We’ll be going now,” she added as she turned her back on Entrapta and walked towards the Horde Airship. Sunder followed closely, wary of the Troopers, which were still waiting for new orders.

“Lets’ get moving,” she said as she opened the cockpit door. She knew Sundar could fly the craft, and was confident they’d be able to reach the others now.

She WASN’T expecting two green hands to grab the sides of her cape, pull them together, and lift her off the ground.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD!?” The figure holding Netossa stepped from the airship, and both Netossa and General Sundar recognized them instantly.

She-Ra, just as she’d appeared in Hordak’s hologram. Effortlessly, the enslaved heroine walked forward, adjusting her grip to hold Netossa with just one hand.

“SHE-RA! What are you DOING?!” Sundar fired at the woman, but she deflected the shot with her bracelet.

“Whatever Hordak WANTS,” replied Entrapta as she got close enough to wrap her hair around Sundar’s arms and legs. She squeezed and was rewarded as his armor began to buckle. After a moment, he screamed as his arms and legs broke. Releasing him, she watched the man collapse to the ground in agony and unable to move.

“SUNDAR!” She glared at Entrapta. “I thought you found this kind of thing distasteful,” said Netossa, struggling uselessly against the strength of her own net.

“Oh, I do. But I also find it HIGHLY effective. And I’m enjoying the look on your face as the one chance you had to escape crumbles to dust.” As she said this, Entrapta walked over to her airship and reached inside with her braids. A few seconds later, her hair pulled out a large barrel.

“Besides, Hordak’s insisting on collecting every Rebel he can, and I wouldn’t DARE disappoint him.” Her braid ripped off the lid of the barrel, revealing a copious amount of slime. Lifting it with both braids, she walked towards She-Ra and Netossa.

Netossa struggled harder, but between the tensile strength of her own weapon and She-Ra’s mystic might, it was like trying to move a mountain with a feather.

She was still struggling as Entrapta tilted the barrel, and the slime began pouring over her.

“NO!” Both she and Sunder cried out simultaneously. It began running down her shoulders and back, and she felt the cold touch of the ooze as it ate through her clothes. Her struggles weakened as it began sapping her will, and it began to affect her libido, causing her vaginal walls to moisten.

Unable to move, Netossa could only watch and endure as more slime flowed over her chest and down her stomach, revealing her bust as she felt a climax building. It was a credit to her mental fortitude that when it came, she showed no reaction and actually fought it back. If nothing else, she swore, she wouldn’t give Entrapta the satisfaction.

The slime continued oozing down, engulfing her groin and climbing down her legs and boots. The climaxes were coming faster and harder, and though her will was being stolen away, she continued to show no sign of the debilitating orgasm building outwardly.

“You’re not being ANY fun,” lamented Entrapta. “Oh well. I guess you’ll be a lot more fun when this is over. Buh-bye!”

She tilted the barrel over completely, and a gigantic glob of slime splatted onto Netossa’s head, enveloping her completely. The effect on her was immediate as her will was drained to the point she couldn’t resist the aphrodisiac effect any longer. The orgasm she had been fighting since the sliming began finally erupted.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! AH AHAHAH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her body bucked and spasmed, the battle to maintain her dignity lost at last. She was still twitching as She-Ra set her down, releasing her cape. Before the eyes of all present, the slime went to work, infusing itself into her body, boots, headdress, and cape. Other than those adornments, Netossa now stood before them naked, her flesh turned green by the ooze.

“Netossa… No…” Sundar was horrified by the sight before him. He cursed his weakness and inability to rescue his comrade.

Netossa’s eyes opened, and she raised her arms in front of her.

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

Entrapta laughed as the newly transformed Rebel lowered her arms and awaited instructions. While she lacked powers, the villain noted, her battle prowess made her almost as dangerous as She-Ra herself. She was forced to admit that had Hordak not told her to bring their former enemy along, Netossa would, even now, be on her way to help foil Hordak’s plans.

Instead, Netossa, Angella’s right hand and the greatest fighter among the Rebels, was now Hordak’s loyal Slime Slave.

“Well then,” said Entrapta, “one last thing before we get going.” She looked at Netossa. “You said you could snap my neck easily. Show me.”

“As you wish,” said the enslaved Netossa as she approached the crippled Sundar.

“NETOSSA! You have to fight it! Don’t let them turn you into a killer!”

“Hordak’s will is all,” said Netossa as she grabbed Sundar’s head and twisted sharply. There was a loud CRACK and she released him, his head hitting the ground.

“And that takes care of another traitor,” noted Entrapta, pleased. “Troopers, return to the hunt. I’ll take our prize back to the Fright Zone.”

She watched the Horde Troopers fan out, then turned to see She-Ra and Netossa board the craft wordlessly. Entrapta got into the pilot’s seat and activated the craft. As it raised into the air, she wondered if her compatriots would have as much fun as she had.

Inside her mind, Netossa felt a deeply unfamiliar sensation of helplessness. Before, she could fight her way out of anything. But now, with the slime devouring her will faster than she could try to muster it, she just felt weak. Weak and sick in her heart. The snap of Sundar’s neck would haunt her for the rest of her life.

But what little fight she could muster ensured that at the very least, no one would see her tears.

***

Spinnerella continued charging towards the Fright Zone, nothing on her mind except mowing down anything that stood between her and Perfuma. She didn’t know what she’d do once she had her though; maybe Angella’s powers might be able to change her back.

She certainly hoped so.

The forest was a blur all around her; anyone else trying to travel this way would certainly have gotten violently ill, all save, perhaps, He-Man’s friends Sy-Klone and Rotar. She knew Angella would want her to slow down so they could strike together, but even she, ditz that she was, knew that any delay would just give Hordak time to build up his defenses. Hitting him hard and fast was their best bet.

A mile ahead, unbeknownst to Spinnerella, Mosquitor and Dragstor were already positioned to intercept her. Holding up a barrel just like the one used to enslave Netossa, Mosquitor jammed his probiscis into the barrel, piercing it. With a hole established, Dragstor grabbed a hold through the opening and used his speed to rip the lid off. Together, the two poured out the slime inside, forming a massive puddle on the ground.

As they finished, Spinnerella began approaching. She spotted the two villains, but not even Dragstor, she knew, could truly match her speed when she poured it on. She saw the slime in the road as well and rolled her eyes. Did they really think THAT was going to stop her? As she approached, she swerved around the puddle and the two villains effortlessly.

But then she felt a slight elastic tug. She looked down and saw, inexplicably, a tendril extending from the slime puddle and winding around her body, using her own spinning power to envelop her! In only a few seconds, it had completely entwined her legs. As she was pulled off balance, she continued to spin; it took her time to stop, and by then, it would be too late!

As she began to fall to the ground, her spinning wound the tendril up her torso, binding her breasts and stomach completely. The spinning finally stopped as she hit the ground, but by then, the winding tendril had wrapped up her head and her arms, which were straight up above her hair.

In just six seconds, she’d been completely cocooned! She couldn’t see as the source of the tendril, the Slime Wizard, formed from the puddle of ooze. She struggled to get free, the cocoon wiggling and thrashing. Mosquitor chuckled, watching her writhe in a useless effort to get loose.

Trapped inside in total darkness, she heard a hissing sound and felt cold as her clothes began to dissolve. Unable to talk as the tendril was also gagging her, she grunted in protest.

“Looks like she has some fight left,” said Mosquitor. “You know what to do.” The Slime Wizard said nothing, but a second tendril extended from its body and squirmed into the base of the cocoon. Once inside, it wormed up Spinnerella’s body until it reached her groin. As the slime finished devouring the majority of her clothing, leaving her mostly naked, the tendril plunged, without warning, into her muff.

“MMMMMMMMPH!” She thrashed harder as the tendril began pumping in and out of her. She tried to spin the opposite direction, but could not while she was lying on the ground.

‘Oh god! Oh God! It’s raping me! I thought this kind of thing only happened in lurid fables!’

She began to grow wet and, between, the effects of the slime’s touch and the tendril’s relentless hammering of her cunt, she was quickly brought to orgasm. The cocoon shuddered and she gasped from the sudden unwanted pleasuring. The humping continued and another orgasm was already building. Without thinking, she ground her hips together; the intense pleasure was overwhelming her quickly. This time, she came even faster. Panting heavily, she was having trouble focusing.

It increased the pace, and she began cumming repeatedly, faster than she could have every imagined. Any thought of getting free, or stopping Hordak and rescuing Peekablue, was washed away as one mind-numbing climax after another was raped from her.

‘Next time… I’ll wait for… the others… Maybe!’

Then the tendril ejaculated, releasing an obscene amount of slime directly into her pussy, filling her womb to the brim. She arched her back as the biggest orgasm of them all struck her harder than a meteor slamming into a planet.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” She shuddered for a moment, then laid there silently, unable to think at all. If she wasn’t gagged by the tendril forming the cocoon, her tongue would have dangled out the side of her mouth. She had LITERALLY been fucked stupid.

Her will demolished, her clothes destroyed, and her body cocooned, the Slime Wizard allowed the tentacles to liquify. The slime began seeping into Spinnerella, quickly transforming her as so many of her friends already had. Her flesh turned green, she stood, bringing her arms down in front of her as she opened her now glowing red eyes.

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

“And another one bites the dust,” said Mosquitor.

Spinnerella, her arms still out in front of her, stepped forward, walking past a few of the ribbons and fetters that hadn’t made it inside the cocoon.

Spinnerella, Rebel messenger and speedster, was now just another Slime Slave.

She looked up and saw two pairs of wings in the sky approaching quickly. One set was feathered like a bird, the other gossamer as a butterfly. Sensing her new Master’s silent psychic command, she began spinning her arms quickly, kicking up a cyclone.

In the sky above, Flutterina prayed they’d somehow catch up to Spinnerella. “How far ahead could she BE?!”

“With her speed? She could be halfway there already.” Angella really didn’t like the thought of Spinnerella going it alone. She prayed the girl would have the sense to wait and-

What was that down below? She narrowed her eyes and once more felt a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Oh god… NO!” The two Rebels looked and saw Spinnerella, enslaved and standing with Dragstor and Mosquitor. And Angella saw Spinnerella’s arms blurring.

“They got her!” exclaimed Flutterina, even as winds picked up.

“We need to get out of here before-“ The cyclone hit them like a shot from a cannon. Both women were immediately knocked unconscious by the impact. Helpless, they began to plummet, in opposite directions, towards the forest far below…

***

Hordak saw all this through Peekablue’s plumage. “And then there were TWO…” He laughed heartily. It wouldn’t be long now. Angella’s defeat was an inevitability.

He glanced down at Jewelstar, giving him an expertly performed blowjob, and he again lamented that her body was ill-suited for sex. That, and the fact that he couldn’t have She-Ra AND Adora, had been the only snags in his plan so far.

As he came in the back of the crystalline woman’s throat, he turned his attentions elsewhere. Soon, it would be time for the endgame. And all Etheria would be under his command.

***

Meanwhile, in Castle Grayskull, the Sorceress was bottling a potion, her focus absolute. Never before had a situation been this bleak.

Tucking the potion into a hidden pocket in her wing, she looked at the altar she had used only an hour before. There were times in the past she’d needed to maintain her human form outside of the Castle, and this would be one of those times. She had cast the needed spells, so she was now free to do what needed to be done.

She turned towards the Mystic Mirror and waved her hand. An image of the Kingdom of Snows appeared within it. Surrounded by a dome of absolute zero temperature, it was impossible for anyone to enter it normally. Even most magic users would find it impossible to breach that defense.

But then, most magic users didn’t have access to all the knowledge of the Ancients. She focused, and the image changed, shifting to show the inside of Frosta’s palace. She saw the woman effortlessly using her powers to maintain the spell protecting her people from the Horde army just outside their kingdom.

Casting a spell of her own upon the mirror, Sorceress didn’t hesitate to step through, having turned it into a portal. She emerged on the other side face to face with Frosta’s royal guard. The immediately surrounded her, weapons at the ready. She held up a hand to show she was no threat, and turned towards their commander.

“I seek an audience with your queen,” she said. “I fear the fate of two worlds depends on it.”

TO BE CONTINUED…