"You fucked my mother."

"I fucked your mother."

"Why are you like this?"

"So, you've learned that, via Roxy, you're in an uncomfortably short spit chain with a close relative," Cecilia said, leaning back in her hammock. "Welcome to the club."

"Don't let her start actually dating you or your relative," Clara added.

"Especially not at the same time," Anzerath said.

"Roxy and I are already dating," Nicky said. "In point of fact, shortly after Roxy constructed her public-facing Level 13 Dungeon Gate, we agreed that I would take the crown as the Queen of Vega, and then name Roxy as my King. Which, for those of you who are slow on the uptake, is effectively a marriage proposal."

"And now you're realizing that you've only really known Roxy for five months, nearly all of which were pretty transformative for her," Akane said. "And you're starting to wish you'd held off for a bit longer to really get to know her, before really committing to anything."

"Mostly I am annoyed," Nicky admitted. "I actually somewhat hate my mother, and am less disgusted, and more angry that Roxy does not hate my mother as well."

"I hold her in contempt and small amounts of pity, does that help?" Roxy asked. "The sex was mostly for the simple, cruel joy of reducing a princess to a sex toy and making her like it."

"It does not, because that is how you treat me, and I quite liked it," Nicky said. "Just... Please stop having sex with people I'm related to. Throw them into your ranch villages as a kinder means of imprisonment if you absolutely must, but do not fuck them. Can you manage that for me?"

"I can, yes."

"Hey, I should ask," Roxy said, after having fucked the ship's captain through the oh-so-stretchy jumpsuit she wore under her armor, leaving her cock tipped with a big, heavy bubble of cum. "You're not related to Vega's royal family, are you?"

"Nope," the busty alpha with blonde-orange hair said, breathing heavily as she snuggled up to Roxy. "My mom was an Amazon- y'know, those beta exemplars on the island, won't allow alphas or omegas to set foot on it? My dad was a delver up in Nordheim, when my mom came through on her journey to get stronger. They hit it off, and... well, then I happened. And from there... Mom stuck around for a while, and I delved in Nordheim just like Dad did, but Nordheim's got a strong maritime culture, so Mom asked me to take to the seas so I could carry her home. After that... well, I just kept sailing." She shrugged. "Great way to meet new people, and then fuck them."

"Hell, I feel that," Roxy said. "Hrm... Hey, so, odd question, but... I'm a Rancher and a Mystic Artificer, so I've got a pocket dimension just absolutely full of hot, horny monstergirls, if you wanna visit it."

"...I'm tempted," the captain admitted. "But. Not before we make landfall."

"Was recruiting every single sailor on the ship into your ranch truly necessary?" Valerie Vega asked, after Roxy stowed the now-empty ship in her inventory.

"No, but I did still feel like it," Roxy said. "Now... can we just teleport straight to the royal palace, or do we have to announce ourselves to some authorities first?"

"Tele- you could've teleported us to the palace this whole time?" Valerie asked.

"Well, yes," Roxy said. "I'm Level 20, remember? But you said we needed to charter a ship to Vega, so I figured you knew what you were doing."

"I- you-" Valerie sighed. "Just... take us to the palace already."

"Sure thing," Roxy said, and then, with barely a flicker, the group stood in the antechamber of the palace's great hall.

To the credit of the palace guards, they did not hesitate to put down the teleporting intruders. Less to their credit, however, was the fact that they were Level 13s, wielding spears that had been looted from a Dungeon, and their spears immediately shattered upon contact with the Level 20s.

"Such warm welcomes," Roxy said, marveling at the shocked Level 13s.

"C-court is in session!" the lead guard protested. "You cannot-!"

"Princess Valerie Vega has returned to court, along with her daughter," Valerie said flatly. "Announce us to the court, Captain."

"...As you will, Princess," the captain said, shakily, before pushing the doors open. "Announcing to the court, the unexpected return of Princess Valerie Vega, her daughter, and her retinue!"

The royal court of Vega was grand and opulent... or, at least, trying to be.

Roxy couldn't help herself. Even when she was a Level 14 Wizard, she'd built grander spaces within the span of a weekend. This hall, not even spatially expanded, was barely fifty meters from end to end, with a vaulted ceiling thirty meters high. Oh, sure, it might be impressive if one hadn't seen the inside of a Dornish delver's house, but Roxy lived in one.

Even the richly-embroidered and bejeweled dresses and jewelry of the people attending the royal court felt dull and low-quality, the most well-done parts being those which weren't there. (There was a pleasingly generous amount of cleavage in the court, but this was one of the few pleasing things about it.) Even the King's crown and the Queen's tiara were distinctly lacking; the crown was outdone in craftsmanship by the one Viceroy had spawned with in a fucking Level 6 Growth Dungeon, and Lisa had made a better regal tiara as a joke, bashing together a hasty Level 12 helmet for a Level 3 Paladin.

Roxy couldn't help but feel it was pathetic. Children playing at regality. Nicky's actual, literal joke of a scalemail bikini would be more regal, and the higher-effort Level 20 version she'd replaced it with absolutely was.

Or perhaps her Level 20 scalemail bikini only seemed regal to Roxy because she'd been spending time with Viceroy.

"My name is Veronica Vega," Nicky said, stepping forward and ahead of the group. "I am the eldest daughter of Valerie Vega, herself the eldest daughter of Victoria Vega. Even should we ahistorically declare that the throne can only go to an Alpha... well. I very much am one. It is my contention that I belong on the throne, not you."

Valerie had explained to Roxy that she'd left Vega for a simple reason: she lost the dispute for the throne, because she was a beta and her younger sister was an alpha, and Vega's gender politics were not terribly fond of betas. There were no actual succession laws stating that a beta couldn't be king, but since Roxy got to play kingmaker, it was decided that Nicky, who was an alpha, would be backed as the successor.

"Fascinating," King Vanessa Vega said, casually taking a sip from her wineglass. "Of course, the line of succession does not actually work like that. Who was king previously is largely immaterial; who is king now matters much more. So long as Prince Valentina lives, then you, Lord Veronica, are in fact second in line for the throne... which is, currently, occupied by me."

"I am Level 20," Nicky said. "My retinue, behind me? Also Level 20. I would prefer to not start my reign by painting this hall with your blood, but if you continue to reject my claim by simply indicating which two people in this room need to die before I take the throne..." Nicky shrugged. "Nobody gets everything they want. I can live with that. You might feel differently about it, though."

"Cute," Vanessa said dryly. "Kill her."

The court sat perfectly still, and in the ensuing moment of silence, Vanessa frowned.

"Did you know that Level 20 Wizards can cast any spell they want just by thinking about it?" Roxy asked, grinning. "Everyone in this room who isn't us or you is now paralyzed."

Vanessa sighed.

"This won't end until you take the crown, will it?" Vanessa asked, wearily. "From either my open hand or my severed head."

"Don't be absurd, Uncle," Nicky said. "At worst, we'll imprison you. We would simply prefer you 'willingly' step aside, and allow a Level 20 Paladin to take the throne, for the good of the realm."

"The good of the realm," Vanessa repeated, hollowly. "What do you know about this realm? This is the first time in your life you've set foot here."

"I have the Book of Gears," Nicky said. "I have a Level 20 Dungeon Master. You say I do not know this realm? Perhaps, but I hardly need to. People are fundamentally the same everywhere. I can provide them with security in food, goods, and XP. Things will simply be easier if I have buy-in from the local elites, such as yourself."

"It should be noted," Roxy added, "that you can benefit quite a lot from this arrangement. Would you like to join us for the very first Level 20 delve in Vega? Would you like a bottle of XP potion to bring you up to par without the need for a delve? Would you like to sleep in a bed made of Level 20 materials bearing Level 20 enchantments, and be woken in the morning by a Level 20 blowjob from a deep elf, your recently-resurrected ancestors?"

"Enough," Vanessa said, standing up. "You have resources to throw around. I understand this. It is abundantly clear to me that the most I can hope for is to contain your stupid whims, rather than stop them entirely by maintaining my grip on the throne." She stepped forward, down the steps from the raised dais of the throne, and balefully lifted the crown from her head. "Here. Take it. I hope you choke on it." She threw the crown with a spinning flick of the wrist to Nicky, who caught it adroitly.

"Lords and ladies of the court," Veronica said, walking forward towards the throne, as Roxy released her paralysis spell- letting the Queen and Prince hurry off to follow their former King, retreating off to the side. "You may have noticed that I am already crowned as one would a Queen. Indeed, though my claim is to the title of King of Vega... I find that I am unwilling to take this title." She sat down on the throne... but not the one people expected her to take. "From this moment onward, I will be Queen Veronica Vega... and I name as my King, Roxanne Updyke."

Roxy teleported into the king's throne, the crown being set upon her head by her queen, and leaned back, grinning.

"Now," Roxy said. "Let's address a few orders of business, before we get started. First and foremost..."

Six months later...

"And you're certain about that?" Vanessa asked.

"Nicky was very clear that I was not to have sex with any more people she was related to," Roxy said. "We've clarified what, precisely, that means, but as her uncle, you unquestionably qualify. I'm afraid you'll have to settle for Viceroy, or really just any other big-dicked monstergirl in the ranch."

"Speaking of the ranch," Viceroy said, holding a clipboard. "Over the past year, fully two thirds of Vega's population has immigrated into it, enjoying the high standard of living. Currently only two million humans remain in Vega proper, but of those two million humans, many have been granted Level 20 Omniproducer, and have been working on improving Vega's standard of living."

"Do the ranch familiars still outnumber the Vegans?" Roxy asked.

"They do, yes," Viceroy said, nodding. "Work has finished on the last of the four hundred nine-by-nines, bringing the ranch familiar population up to nine point eight three million. One phenomenon beginning to emerge, making accurate census measurements somewhat trickier, is Vegans taking potions to become monstergirls. The most common monstergirl for them to pursue transformation into are deep elves, but we have seen plenty of cowgirls, bunnygirls, catgirls, and foxgirls, with only a few slimegirls, angels, demons, and dragongirls."

"Interesting," Roxy said. "What are these monstergirl Vegans doing?"

"In nearly all cases? Immersing themselves in the culture of the ranch familiars. In a few cases, they don portable milker suits, and loan themselves out as docile toys to others."

"I see, I see... And the Vegan delvers?"

"Have been integrated with zero problems. Indeed, they constitute much of the Vegan monstergirl transformations."

"Excellent. Right, well, I've got another meeting to attend. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

"Good luck," Viceroy said, before Roxy teleported away.

Roxy reappeared in a disused back alley in Dornhelm, late at night, and grinned at the woman waiting there for her.

"Yeah, you're probably who I'm here to meet," Roxy said, wearing her old clothes, dressed like the retired Level 14 Wizard she used to be.

"What gave me away?" Nicky asked, wearing a puffy shirt with a deep slit down the front from the neckline, and tight leggings that hugged every feature below the waist.

"You look amazing," Roxy said.

"You're abridging," Nicky said.

"Maybe I am," Roxy admitted. "So, wanna fuck?"

"Always," Nicky said.

Nicky turned to face the wall, leaning forward and planting her hands against it. Roxy stepped up behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling down her leggings. Out of nostalgia, and genuine lust, Roxy gave Nicky's ass a hearty slap, before silently lubricating it with magic and slipping herself in.

Roxy pounded away at Nicky's ass, her hands firmly on the subby alpha's hips, before rising up, pulling Nicky's shirt out of the way and freeing those beautiful, bouncing tits for Roxy's grasping hands.

"Nnnhn... Gonna... 'm close..." Nicky moaned out.

Roxy took one hand off of Nicky's tit, and reached down, starting to jerk her bottom off.

Nicky came with a loud moan, spraying her load- much increased, with the help of the Cum Production Trait she'd picked up for giggles and grins- all over the wall. Once upon a time, she'd worried that it was the end, but now, she just closed her eyes, secure in the knowledge that Roxy would keep going until she'd cum as well. And indeed, with one hand on Nicky's cock and the other on her tit, Roxy kept going, milking orgasm after orgasm out of Nicky, until finally, at long last, Nicky let loose her fourth orgasm of the night, at the same time Roxy let loose her first, her knot already inflating.

"Mmmn," Nicky hummed, eyes closing as she luxuriated in the sensation of Roxy's hot, sticky, and huge load filling her asshole.

"Happy anniversary, honey," Roxy said, kissing Nicky's neck.

"I'm so glad I met you..." Nicky said. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

"And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," Roxy said, gently squeezing her tits. "I love you."

"I love you too."

"Here's to a long, blissful life together, full of moments just like this one."

"I can't wait."