"If you're going to dig, dig to pierce the heavens. Even if it's my grave I'm digging, I'll keep going! When I break through, that means I've WON!" - Simon the digger.
Another one!? Yes, ChatGpt helps quite a bit. Am I lazy? I prefer being called proficient.
I edit it and change things. Hope it doesn't sound too robotic. Chatgpt uses a specific database that lacks the feeling of human writing. But whatever, so long I'm having fun I don't care.
After this arc, I'm going for Sil and Eve next like I promise. They likely be the first to give birth among his harem.
Give me names for there children. And how many do you think they'll have.
Anyway, enjoy, toodaloo Bitches.
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The roaring crowd of Tetramands filled the grand arena of Khoros with a palpable energy. Their chants echoed off the towering sandstone walls, creating a symphony of anticipation and excitement.
Looma Red Wind, the formidable Tetramand princess, stood in the center, her four powerful arms flexed and ready. Her crimson skin glowed under the harsh Khoros sun, and her eyes burned with the intensity of a warrior born and bred for combat.
At the far end of the arena, Morty Sanchez, now bearing the muscular, red-skinned form of Four Arms, faced her with equal determination. The Primatrix had granted him the prime and peak condition of the Tetramand race, an advantage that even the Tetramand royalty could not dismiss. The air between them crackled with the promise of an epic battle.
"I like the sound of that!" Looma curled her lips upwards giving a dangerous growl.
"I am as well, Looma. Let's see how you handle a real challenge." Morty's eyes narrowed.
With a deafening roar, the two titans charged at each other. Their initial clash sent shockwaves rippling through the arena, the ground beneath them trembling from the impact. The crowd fell silent, eyes wide as they watched the two juggernauts collide.
Looma's fists came down like hammers, each blow powerful enough to shatter boulders. Morty parried her strikes with ease, his own four arms moving in a blur of speed and precision. He countered with a punch that sent Looma skidding backward, her feet carving deep furrows into the sand.
"Impressive," Looma spat, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip.
"But I am not so easily defeated!"
She leapt forward, her fists swinging with the ferocity of a tempest. Morty met her attack head-on, their fists connecting with explosive force. The arena trembled as if a giant beast was thrashing within it. The audience, including Looma's father, Gar, watched in awe as the two warriors exchanged blow after bone-crushing blow.
Despite Looma's ferocity, Morty's superior conditioning and agility began to show. He weaved around her strikes with a grace uncommon to the Tetramands, his counters growing more precise and devastating. He landed a series of blows that left Looma staggering, the air knocked out of her lungs.
With a final, mighty uppercut, Morty sent Looma sprawling to the ground. The silence that followed was deafening. Looma struggled to rise, her pride as battered as her body. But Morty stepped forward, offering her a hand.
"It's over, Looma," he said, his voice firm but not unkind.
"Yield." For a moment, it seemed she might refuse, her eyes blazing with defiance. But then, with a deep, shuddering breath, she took his hand and pulled herself up. The crowd erupted into cheers, their respect for both fighters evident in their thunderous applause.
Morty stood in the center of the arena, his chest heaving from exertion. The crowd around him was a sea of astonished faces, their eyes wide with disbelief and respect. Looma Red Wind, now his opponent turned fiancée, was pulling herself up from the ground with his assistance, her eyes shining with a mix of admiration and competitive spirit.
The Tetramands had witnessed something extraordinary: an otherworlder who had not only joined their sacred challenge but had transformed into one of them and emerged Morticious. As Morty and Looma stood side by side, Gar Red Wind approached, his proud smile broadening.
"Otherworlder, you have proven yourself in ways none of us could have anticipated," Gar proclaimed, his voice echoing through the arena.
"You have shown strength, adaptability, and honor. You are indeed worthy of my daughter's hand in marriage."
Morty smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride. He looked at Looma, who nodded her agreement, her eyes sparkling with excitement and respect.
"Thank you, Gar Red Wind," Morty said.
"I am honored by your acceptance. Before we move forward, there is something you should know about me. In my travels across different dimensions, I have formed bonds and relationships, including a harem of women who are dear to me. I understand if this complicates things." Morty obviously hadn't but he certainly will and wasn't enjoying his time for now.
The crowd murmured, and Gar's expression grew contemplative. But Looma, standing beside Morty, placed a reassuring hand on his arm.
"Husband, I respect your honesty," Looma said, her voice firm.
"In our culture, strength and honor are paramount. You have shown both. If you have others you care for, it does not diminish your worth to me. I am not just accepting you as my partner; I am accepting all that you are." .
"Looma speaks wisely. In the House of Red Wind, we honor all aspects of a warrior's life. Your connections, your strength, and your honor make you who you are. We accept you fully, uhmmm…you haven't told your name." Gar nodded in agreement but paused to ask his name.
"Morty Sanchez, but I am also known as the King in Yellow and Black who brings good luck." Morty introduced himself and Gar nodded.
"Welcome to the family, Morty Sanchez!"
The crowd erupted into cheers once more, celebrating the union and the wisdom of their leaders. Morty felt a wave of relief and joy, knowing that his past and present were both accepted in this new chapter of his life.
As the celebration continued, Zed, Morty's loyal alien dog, bounded into the arena, her iridescent coat shimmering with the colors of joy and excitement. She barked happily, weaving through the legs of the Tetramands and drawing laughter and admiration from the crowd. Gar raised his hands, calling for silence.
"Tonight, we celebrate not just the union of Morty and Looma, but the joining of worlds and hearts. Let the festivities begin!"
After their fierce battle in the arena, the excitement of the upcoming festival buzzed in the air. Looma turned to Morty, her expression softening.
"Morty, before tonight's festivities, I want to show you around our territory. There's much for you to understand about our culture."
Morty nodded, intrigued since the show didn't delve into her world.
"I'd love that, Looma. Let's go."
As they walked through the bustling streets of the Tetramand settlement, Zed trotted alongside them, her multicolored fur shimmering under the red sky. The alien dog stayed close but didn't interfere, sensing the importance of the moment.
Looma guided Morty through the vibrant market, where Tetramands traded goods with enthusiastic gestures and deep, melodic voices.
"In the House of Red Wind, strength and honor are everything," Looma explained.
"Every family here has a unique legacy, and ours is one of the most respected."
They passed towering statues of legendary Tetramand warriors, their powerful forms immortalized in red stone. Looma stopped in front of a particularly fierce-looking statue of a female warrior.
"This is my ancestor, Kaara Red Wind. She led our people through some of the most challenging battles." Morty looked up at the statue with admiration.
"Your heritage is impressive, Looma. It's clear why strength and honor are so important here."
As they continued their tour, Looma pointed out various landmarks and explained their significance. They arrived at a secluded garden, a peaceful oasis amidst the bustling settlement. They sat on a bench beneath a large tree with deep red leaves, the sunlight filtering through the foliage casting dappled shadows on their faces.
"Morty, there is much for us to learn about each other," Looma said, her voice gentle.
"I want to build a strong foundation for our future." Morty smiled, reaching into his bag.
"I couldn't agree more, Looma. And I have something that might help with that." He pulled out a small box and opened it to reveal a delicate engagement ring, crafted from an alloy he had collected from different dimensions, giving it an otherworldly shimmer.
"It's beautiful, Morty. What makes it special?" Looma's eyes widened with curiosity and admiration.
"This ring is more than just a symbol of our engagement. It's equipped with a communication device. No matter where I am, we can talk to each other. It will help us stay connected, even when we're apart." Morty took her hand and gently placed the ring on her finger.
"This is incredible. I've never seen anything like it." Looma's expression softened into a smile.
"It's a piece of technology that I've prepared in case something like this happens. I thought it would be perfect for us, given our unique circumstances." Morty grinned.
They spent the afternoon talking about their worlds and sharing stories. Looma described the rigorous training and battles that had shaped her, while Morty recounted his adventures across dimensions, each tale more fantastical than the last.
As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the garden, Looma stood up.
"Come, Morty. There's one more thing I want to show you before tonight's festivities."
They headed to Looma's family home, where they were greeted by one of the house's trusted aides. He handed Morty a bundle of clothing.
"This is for you, Morty. A traditional Tetramand costume, adapted to fit someone of your stature." Morty took the garments, admiring the intricate designs and sturdy fabric.
"Thank you. I'll wear it with pride."
Back in Looma's chambers, Morty changed into the costume. It fit perfectly, blending traditional Tetramand elements with a style that felt comfortable and familiar to him. When he emerged, Looma's eyes lit up with approval.
"You look like one of us now."
"I'm honored to wear this. Thank you." Morty smiled, feeling a deep sense of belonging.
With Zed following dutifully at their side, they headed back to the main area where the evening's festivities were to be held. Morty felt a mix of anticipation and excitement.