Copy Protection Void Part 13 (Patreon)

"Can you help Twist?" Twist asked Egwene as the other girl walked into the tent.

Egwene glanced at Mist who was sprawled out on an ornate bed that a noble wouldn't complain about then focused on the attractive teenage girl with bright red hair and indigo colored eyes that was sitting on the cot wrapped in a blanket that didn't look warm enough for the weather. "What do you need help with?"

"Twist needs fabric to make clothes out of," Twist admitted, not wanting to steal anything but wanting clothes.

Egwene glanced at the pile of loincloths that Mist had conjured and set on the bottom of the bed before taking a nap. "If you want to use silk, feel free to cut up a couple of the loincloths, if you want to use wool, you can have the blanket, it's old."

Twist glanced at her master when he shifted. "Master won't mind?"

"The blanket's mine, you're welcome to have it, it's old and worn and Mist conjured the loincloths, he's not going to care," Egwene replied as she walked over and started sorting through the loincloths, looking for something that would work with her hair color.

Mist yawned as he woke up enough to actually process the conversation. "You're good…" he trailed off as he turned his head enough to spot the attractive and busty red haired girl with slightly pointed ears that was sitting on the cot with a blanket wrapped around her. He glanced at her indigo eyes, relieved that the bunny ears had healed her and fixed the negative changes the chalice had inflicted. "How are you feeling?"

"Nothing hurts and everything works," Twist replied cheerfully as she wiggled her toes. "This is going to make dusting the ceiling and the tops of shelves a lot easier."

"Do you think you can help her with her clothes?" Mist asked Egwene hopefully as he twisted around so that he was sitting up with his legs over the edge of the bed looking at Twist and Egwene. "I can't actually give her any clothes without snapping our bond and causing her emotional distress."

"What do clothes have to do with your bond?" Egwene asked as she handed three of the green loincloths to Twist.

"The blond requires an escape clause, if we're bad, the wizard or witch we're bonded to can give us clothes and we have to leave," Twist admitted with a shiver, unhappy about the idea of screwing up so much that someone would kick her out of their home.

"Do you get anything out of being bonded?" Egwene asked, trying to figure out if it was a fair exchange or if she needed to convince Mist to free her.

Twist glanced at Mist then focused on Egwene. "We get a sense of purpose and a family to take care of."

"That's it? No extra magic or anything?" Mist asked, thinking about some of the stupid fanfiction he'd read where they needed the bonds.

Twist shook her head. "Family is important."

"If you take care of me, I'll take care of you," Mist assured her, not sure what else to say.

Twist focused on the strips of cloth and transmuted them into a sheer toga, doing her best to keep the magic intact. "Permission to get changed?"

"You don't need to ask permission for simple things. In fact, don't consider any orders binding unless I say this is a binding order, I don't want to accidentally give you an order," Mist told her.

"Yes Master," Twist replied as she discarded the blanket she'd wrapped herself in and pulled the toga over her head, giving them a nice look at her body.

"Why do I feel like she's wearing a uniform?" Egwene asked, wondering if the magic had changed because it felt like a proper outfit and a uniform, despite knowing that it was sheer and showed off her body in a way that would cause trouble with the women's circle if the magic wasn't working.

"Because this is my uniform," Twist replied as she stood up and slowly spun around, showing off her outfit. "If you don't like it, I can change it," she told Mist.

"If you're happy, I'm happy," Mist told her, not seeing a problem with her outfit as long as she was happy.

"Speaking of projects, can I borrow the buttplug?" Egwene asked Mist. "I want to increase my potential before everyone gets a better idea how strong I am."

"Sure," Mist replied as he pulled the egg shaped device with a glowing crystal disc on the end of it that was alternating colors and handed it to Egwene. "You'll probably want to spit on it or use a bit of grease, it helps it slide in."

"Have you tested it?" Egwene asked, already feeling like she needed to scrub her hands with soap.

"No, but I've heard stories," Mist replied with amusement. "You just sort of press the narrow part of the egg-shaped part against your asshole and gently push."

"Can I talk you into watching the door while I put it in?" Egwene asked hopefully, feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole thing and knowing that it would have been worse before the stamp.

"Sure." Mist rolled across the bed and started putting his boots on.

"Really?" Egwene asked, surprised that he wasn't trying to watch.

"Just because I like the view doesn't mean I'm an asshole," Mist pointed out as he finished slipping on his boots. "I'd love to watch you take a bath or take a swim in a pond but if I had to guard your back and you asked me not to look, I wouldn't."

"I'm not sure if I should be relieved or offended," Egwene admitted.

"Relieved," Mist replied with amusement as he stood up. "I'd certainly be tempted to look because you're attractive but your opinion matters more than a quick look."

Egwene spit on the egg-shaped device. "Especially since you could just talk my clone into letting you watch, right?"

"True." Mist walked over to the tent flap and checked to make sure no one was coming. "You're good."

'If I was a good girl, I wouldn't be doing this,' Egwene thought as she worked on trying to get the buttplug in her ass where it was 'supposed' to go.

Twist used a touch of wandless magic to lubricate the buttplug, trying to be helpful.

"If you tell anyone about this, I might have to strand you in the middle of nowhere," Egwene told Mist as the buttplug slid into place, mostly joking.

"That would mean admitting that I was in the room or that I walked in on you and no thanks, I don't need to have your mother coming after me with a skillet," Mist replied.

"She's not that bad," Egwene argued. "You can turn around."

Mist turned and smiled when he saw the color changing circle of light on the ground between her feet. "Should I grab my bow or do you want to kill everything?"

"You might as well grab it," Egwene told him as she checked to make sure the dull knife was secured to her belt, trying to ignore the fact that her ears were probably red.

Mist conjured a pair of bracers and handed them to Egwene. "You might as well put these on before you kill a bunch of monsters."

"Thanks," Egwene replied as she worked on putting the bracers on, looking forward to having bracers that could take a hit for her.

"How do you want to do this?" Mist asked as he walked over and grabbed his quiver and his bow from where he'd leaned them up against the wall.

"I'll open an inverted portal then I'll unleash death on the fades and trollocs, shoot as many as you can," Egwene told him.

"Fades and Trollocs?" Twist asked.

"They're monsters and servants of a dark god," Mist told her.

"Yuck, do you need help killing them?" Twist asked, trying to be helpful.

"Not currently," Mist told Twist, not seeing a point in having her kill things if she couldn't wear the gear that would let her take advantage of it.

"Ready?" Egwene asked as she finished adjusting the bracers.

"Ready," Mist replied as he pulled an arrow out of his quiver.

Egwene wove a shield made out of air, leaving a pair of holes the size of both of her fists put together that they could use to shoot through the wall. "You can see the holes, right?"

"Yeah. Can you make it a little bit higher?" Mist asked as he walked over and stepped off to the side of the hole so he wouldn't get hit if a trolloc got lucky.

"Sure," Egwene replied as she adjusted the hole that Mist would be shooting through then tied the weave off so she didn't have to focus on it. "Good?"

"Yep," Mist replied as he pulled back on the arrow and made sure the arrow wouldn't hit the edges of the wall of air.

Egwene reached through the angreal ring she was wearing and wove an inverted gateway so that the Aes Sedai wouldn't be able to learn the weave in front of the wall of air then put her hand over the hole in the wall of air and unleashed a stream of fire on the shadowspawn camp.

Mist shot one of the trollocs in the throat then grabbed another arrow, hoping he could kill a couple of them before Egwene killed the entire camp. 'I need to get lightning resistance so I can use my gloves.'

Egwene giggled as she cut another swath through the army then swapped to her own internal mana and dumped everything she had into a massive blast of fire.

"Shit!" Mist cursed when Egwene's fireball exploded in a flash of light in the middle of their camp a second before the gateway snapped shut, frying a large group of shadowspawn and making him see spots.

Egwene moaned in pleasure as her mana pool exploded in size thanks to her loincloth.

'We're going to have to hit the portal worlds when we run out of shadowspawn,' Mist mused as he opened his clothing menu, curious if he'd picked up anything from the two trollocs he'd managed to kill. 'Tinted Sunglasses of Magic Sight: These sunglasses allow the wearer to see magic and automatically adjust for the level of light and a person's eyesight.'

Egwene focused on her mana pool, trying to get an idea of how much her mana pool had increased thanks to her fireblast and trying to pretend that she hadn't had the best orgasm of her life from expanding her mana pool.

Mist checked his gift page. 'Spellbook of Questionable spells? Conjure Mystery Meat Skewer: conjures a shish kabob with a random type of meat. Considering the source, that's a bit sketchy. Summon Lounge Singer, this singer will flirt with everything. Conjure Nude Painting: Conjures a nude painting of the subject in various settings. Conjure Glass Statue: It conjures a life sized statue of a target that doesn't include clothes and their penis size is never correct. Mark and Recall and an Enchantment: Failed Mirror of Scrying, this mirror can't see or target anything non living and the translation runes don't function correctly. It's probably worth tinkering with to see if we can get it working.'

"Did you get anything useful?" Egwene asked.

"Yeah, a spellbook filled with questionable spells," Mist replied as he grabbed the spellbook and opened it, burning the spells into his soul.

"What type of spells?" Twist asked, curious what he'd learned.

"I picked up a spell that conjures random chunks of roasted meat on a wooden skewer, a spell that summons a singer that flirts with everything, a spell that conjures a glass statue of people that we can probably melt down to make mirrors and windows, a spell that conjures nude paintings of a subject in random locations, a spell that lets you set up to five teleport locations and a spell that teleports you to the marked location of your choice, without your clothes or gear."

"Random meat, as in sheep, cows and goats or as in rats?" Egwene asked, thinking of some of the street vendors that she'd run into once food started rotting.

"Anything edible which includes rats and snakes, along with more traditional meat," Mist replied, not seeing a reason to mention humans in that list.

"That's disgusting," Egwene complained.

"I'm aware, I wasn't planning on eating the meat unless my glasses can identify the type and quality of the meat," Mist replied as he conjured a pair of blue tinted sunglasses and handed them to Egwene. "They'll let you see magic."

"Most of the spells seem a bit questionable," Egwene complained as she put the glasses on and looked around at the glowing objects that were the result of spells or had been influenced by magic.

"What seems a bit questionable?" Nynaeve asked as she walked into the tent, having caught the last bit of what Egwene said.

Egwene gestured at Mist. "Mist picked up a spell book when I opened a portal to kill some trollocs, some of the spells are a bit questionable."

"Did you learn anything we can use?" Nynaeve asked as she glanced at Twist, relieved that the bunny ears seemed to have worked.

Mist closed his empty gift window. "A spell to conjure paintings, a spell to summon a singer that flirts with everyone, a spell that creates a glass statue that Eldrin can probably turn into high quality windows and a set of spells that should let me teleport to five set locations from just about anywhere, including mirror worlds and the Ways. Unfortunately, the recall spell doesn't bring my clothes or gear."

"That just means you'll have to save it for an emergency…" Nynaeve trailed off as she realized that Egwene had more potential than she should. "How did you increase your potential?!"

"One of Mist's ter'angreal has a chance to increase a channeler's potential strength if you kill enough magic users, that includes fades," Egwene explained.

Nynaeve stared at Mist. "Why didn't you mention that earlier?"

"I got distracted," Mist admitted as he conjured a set of bracers for Nynaeve and dropped them on the bed. "It's a bit embarrassing to use."

Nynaeve glanced at Egwene. "Worse than getting your butt stamped?"

"Yes," Egwene replied as she turned around and bent over, giving her a nice view of the glowing part of the buttplug.

Nynaeve stared at the buttplug for a couple of seconds then sighed when she realized that getting more power was worth the embarrassment. "How many fades do we have to kill and how much do we get?"

"That's it?" Egwene asked as she stood up, surprised that Nynaeve wasn't making more of a fuss or ranting or threatening to switch her.

"I've already let Calle play with my breasts while I was under an illusion, this isn't nearly as embarrassing," Nynaeve argued. "Besides, what's a bit more embarrassment if it means that I'll have enough power to match more of the forsaken?"

"You're taking this better than I was expecting," Egwene admitted.

"I was married for over seventy years," Nynaeve replied with a smirk.

"On that note, I'm going to let you sort things out and I'm going to find a mirror that I can enchant," Mist told the girls then grabbed the bunny ears off the table and made a hasty retreat, wanting to give them a chance to sort things out. He focused on the bed that he'd conjured and smiled when a window appeared in his mind showing the bed and giving him a decent look at the inside of the tent.

"How does it work?" Nynaeve asked once Mist left.

"You basically put it in and kill shadowspawn that can use magic or magic using cultists and you have a ten percent chance of your potential increasing. I'm not sure how many fades I killed, I pushed all of my mana into a fireball and tossed it through the gate before it slammed shut because I wasn't maintaining it. How much stronger do I feel?"

"About a fifth stronger and your current strength is higher than it should be," Nynaeve said.

"I had Calle smack my ass when I gave her the paddle and I used a decent amount of power to torch the first group," Egwene explained as she reached down and carefully pulled the buttplug out of her ass.

"We should probably wash that with alcohol or boiling water," Nynaeve suggested.

Twist gestured and hit the buttplug with a cleaning charm, slightly curious where she'd learned about sex toys since she couldn't remember learning about them. "Twist hit it with a cleaning spell, it's fine."

Egwene stared at Twist's magic that was already fading on the buttplug. "Did you see anything when she used magic?"

"No," Nynaeve admitted.

Egwene smiled as she realized the glasses would probably let her see saidin and the Dark One's power if they let her see the house elf's magic. "We're going to have to get Mist to conjure glasses for everyone, I could see it."

"That would be nice," Nynaeve replied.

"Have fun," Egwene teased as she handed Nynaeve the buttplug.

"How do I use this?" Nynaeve asked warily, fairly sure she knew the answer but hoping she was wrong.

"You basically strip and then stick it up your ass and kill a bunch of shadowspawn," Egwene replied with amusement as she grabbed a yellow loincloth and halter top off the stack of clothes that Mist had conjured for people.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Nynaeve grumbled as she worked on taking her dress off.

Egwene held up her thumb and index finger half an inch apart. "You're not really my type but you're attractive, I'm single and I had to listen to a lot of lectures from you over the years about proper behavior."

"Not your type? I thought the stamp increased everyone's attraction to women?" Nynaeve asked as she dropped her dress on the bed, giving Egwene and Twist a good look at her body.

"You're bossy," Egwene replied with a smile as she checked her friend out.

"That's fair," Nynaeve admitted as she grabbed the buttplug and started working on sticking it where it was 'supposed' to go so that she could kill a bunch of shadowspawn and boost her potential. "Are you planning on going after Gawyn?"

"I don't know," Egwene admitted, her smile slipping away as she thought about the man she remembered marrying. "I thought I knew him but he sided with Elaida despite knowing she was a bitch and a murderer. He wouldn't believe me about Rand and he was stupid enough to use the bloodknife rings despite knowing that they'd kill him."

Nynaeve sighed as the buttplug finished sliding into place. "Everyone was desperate and you died fighting Taim, you knew you weren't going to win that fight so you should probably give him a pass on the last one."

"I killed Taim or I remember killing him since none of it actually happened," Egwene replied as she handed Nynaeve the conjured clothes.

"So it would have been worth it if he'd managed to kill Demandred?" Nynaeve asked as she put the sheer halter top on.

"No, but it would have been less of a waste," Egwene complained.

"That's fair," Nynaeve admitted as she started working on putting the silk loincloth on.

Egwene glanced at the circle of purple light on the ground between Nynaeve's feet that quickly changed to red then green then yellow before shifting back to red. "You should put the bracers on before we get started."

"Might as well," Nynaeve agreed as she grabbed the bracers off the bed, not seeing a reason not to wear them while killing a bunch of shadowspawn.