It was Sepia’s day off and she was spending it as she saw fit. Usually when she has time off of work, she would go out seeking the company of someone who could satiate her more “base” desires, but had foregone leaving the house for a variety of reasons today. All her casual acquaintances that had the “capacity” to satisfy her the way she wanted were all indisposed at the moment with their own personal dilemmas; which was strikingly odd, considering the wide variety of Sepia's friend group. Course, she could go out and seek the company of someone that “specializes” in the field of carnal urges, but she had done that very recently and she was in no hurry to try it again. Not that she wouldn't love to, but her session with Drake hadn't been cheap and Sepia felt her finances couldn't handle another session with a street pref at the moment.
 
 
Course, this all pertains to Sepia's options outside home.
 
 
“Oh…oh yes that's it! That's the spot!” Sepia moaned, her words muffled by the moist flesh of the throat her upper body was currently confined in.
 
 
There was one individual remaining who might just be what Sepia needed, and he actually lived in the same abode as she did. The Titanic Fruit Python Mango. Thirty feet long, scales a brilliant mango orange, (hence his name) underbelly scales of deep lemon yellow, and lime green frills extending from his head and down his to the center of his back, Mango currently had Sepia's prone form halfway down his gullet headfirst up to her waist, his upper fangs pressed to the bare, furry skin of her ass; though not hard enough to penetrated her skin, said ass jiggling as Sepia frantically kicked her legs and thrashed her long furry tail, though not out of fear. Mango's barbed tongue was protruding from his mouth to meet Sepia's exposed sex between her legs and was currently brushing over her plump vulva lips back and forth at a casual pace, Sepia moving and thrashing in conjunction with the assaulting tongue.
 
 
“Faster!” Sepia partly commanded, partly pleaded from within him, jolting her hips forward against the swiping tongue.
 
 
Mango complied, the speed of his tongue casually increasing, Sepia's moans growing in volume, her kicking doubling in strength in turn. While Titanic Fruit Python’s were incapable of speech, they did understand verbal words to a degree, hence why he'd abibed Sepia's request. Within him Sepia continued to thrash in pleasure, feeling her vulva gradually opening wider and wider with each pass of Mango's tongue, her fluids dribbling out, only to be swept away by the tongue assaulting her. She made sure to put extra effort in enjoying this session, for it hadn't been easy to convince Mango to partake. Despite the omnivorous nature of his species Mango had more of a personal affinity for fruit rather than meat, so had initially denied Sepia's request for him to eat her when she first asked. It was only after she offered to slather her hair in watermelon flavored snow cone syrup did he finally agree.
 
 
Beneath her overwhelming enjoyment for the current circumstances, Sepia hoped it wasn't going to be too difficult to wash that stuff out, though Mango had licked her head so aggressively when they'd started she doubts there was anything left to clean off other than snake spittle. Though why was she worried about that? Once this body was digested and she was reconstituted she'd be as clean as a whistle. Before she could dwell on that further something occurred that forced Sepia to devote even the most remote sections of her mind to jarring the sensations bombarding her senses. Mango, without even her input, had slipped his tongue between the lips of her opening vulva and slid it up the moist canel of her uterus. The sudden intrusion was so unexpected and intense it made the earlier feeling of his tongue just licking the surface of her sex pale in comparison.
 
 
“Ah…ahhh…oh, Mango! Good boy!” Sepia moaned in delight, thrashing helplessly in Mango's throat, her legs kicking even harder now, if that was even possible. “Oh! That feels so good! I…I'm gonna cum!”
 
 
After those words Mango did something even more unexpected then his actions before. With speed like lightning and a resounding crack, Mango whipped the tip of his tail across Sepia's left buttock, a red welt appearing on her brown furry cheek in the blink of an eye. Sepia's only response was to let out a little “meep” at the sudden stinging sensation on her ass, her body locking up and her eyes widening in surprise within Mango’s throat as the slight pain now pulsing from her ass mixed with the pleasure radiating from between her legs, where Mango's diligent tongue still pumped in and out of her. If she'd had even an inkling of withholding her orgasm earlier, heaven forbid, it became an impossibility now. Sepia suddenly let out a muffled scream, her legs spreading out as far as she could spread them and she released. A trickle of her nectar suddenly began dribbling down out of her cunt, passed Mango's still busy tongue, the Titanic Fruit Python closing his crimson eyes in contentment. While reluctant to sample Sepia's flavor at first he had to admit, tasting her sensual fluids at the moment made this endeavor more worth it than the watermelon syrup had.
 
 
The intense sensation of the orgasm warped Sepia's perception of reality. She could have been in this position for years for all she knew, but, in what truthfully was just a matter of seconds, the orgasm subsided and an overwhelming degree of afterglow soon settled over her. Sepia fell limp in Mango's mouth, her legs and ass slumping as she gasped within him, struggling to catch her breath.
 
 
“Oh Mango, that was so wonderful. You did so good,” Sepia thankfully congratulated him for his efforts. As she struggled to regain her composer she silently wondered what it was going to be like when he swallowed her up entirely.
 
 
But Sepia soon discovered that that wasn't Mango's intention, for she soon felt her butt being gradually placed on the carpeted floor of her living room (where they had been doing the deed) and he gradually began to recede off of her.
 
 
“Mango!” She protested, scrambling to grip something so as to halt her unwanted liberation from Mango's throat, but couldn't find anything to grip. “What are you doing?”
 
 
As she said this her head came free of Mango's jaws and she found herself falling backwards and left sprawled out on her back on the living room floor, naked, slathered in Mango's spit, denied the embrace of his stomach. Her face morphed into an irritated scowl as she tilted her head up at theTitanic Fruit Python that had expelled her from his mouth, working his unhinged jaws back into place.
 
 
“Mango,” she said condescendingly, sitting up and crossing her arms, frowning in disappointment. “Why didn't you finish swallowing me?”
 
 
Mango could only hiss in response, not looking at her, but Sepia could detect a bit of concern in his tone.
 
 
“Are you worried about my well-being?” Sepia asked with an arched eyebrow, Mango nodding in response. “Mango, that's ridiculous. You know that were you to digest me my dear brother could simply have me reconstituted at a Rejuvenation pod.”
 
 
Mango only hissed lightly, his eyes becoming downcast as he finally looked up at her. In that simple expression Sepia could see what was troubling him.
 
 
“Oh Mango…” she said sadly, her hands flying up to her mouth at the realization. Despite the knowledge of and the reassurance of the Rejuvenation pods Mango didn't want to take the chance of eating her, even if the odds of her not coming back were minimal. After all, he had already lost those closest to him, it was understandable he didn't want to lose her too.
 
 
Smiling in support and acceptance, Sepia sat up on her knees and drew Mango in for a comforting hug, silently reassuring him that going only “so far” when they engaged in voreplay was fine by her now. It left her slightly unfulfilled, but she would endure it for her friend. At least until some of her other friends were more freed up. Mango trilled happily as he buried his face in Sepia’s bosom, revealing her company and the sensation of her stroking his frills, Sepia enjoying his company just as much in turn.
 
 
—
 
 
After her romp with Mango, Sepia surprisingly found herself with nothing to do. As said before, all her friends were too busy at the moment to hang out, for sex or otherwise, and while she had the day off today, her brother Mono was currently at work at his own job at the local warehouse as a forklift driver. He'd even volunteered for a double shift today, so would be home later than usual. It was also currently raining hard, so any outdoor activities she might be inclined to indulge in were not advisable. She could watch TV or play video games, but was just not in the mood. The dim light of the excessively cloudy day, as well as the rhythmatic pitter patter of the raindrops hitting the window and ceiling had lulled even the chipper, outgoing bat-girl into a slightly melancholy state, so Sepia just lay on her back in bed in her room in her pajamas; even though it was approaching noon, staring at a certain object she held in her hands above her.
 
 
Though, truthfully, this object might be more responsible for her dour mood than the systematic sounds of the rain outside.
 
 
Once again, Sepia held Sonata's compact and was staring at it longingly, stroking the small dark circle of hinged plastic with her fingers. As she stared into her reflection in the glossy surface she remembered all the good times they'd had together. All the holiday parties, casual outings, and, most importantly, all the times they'd taken each other to bed. Sepia could find the most intimate and compassionate of partners, but would always look back on her experiences with Sonata and Grayscale with the most fondness. She remembered how Sonata could easily dominate her, smothering her mouth with her own to start with, displaying a fortitude in kissing Sepia could never hope to match or experience from another, Sonata attacking her mouth with her tongue so vigorously Sepia would sometimes wonder if she might actually lose some teeth. And that was to say nothing about what it was like when Sonata went much further with her mouth than mere kissing. Sepia recalled what it was like to be swallowed by Sonata happily, how she could draw her up into her mouth up to her hips in what was seeming a mere blink of an eye, but still be able to deploy her tongue in the meantime to leave Sepia's breasts practically vibrating with pleasure as Sonata settled her into her insides. And that was to say nothing of what Sonata did with her tongue once she reached in between Sepia's legs, those sessions lasting considerably longer than what her tongue did for her breasts. All in all Sepia enjoyed Sonata's actions whenever they were in bed together.
 
 
And then there was Grayscale.
 
 
While not immensely large and foreboding like Sonata, Gray had a certain presence that promised his own brand of a good time. He was diligent, gentle, caring, and could do things with his tongue that even Sonata was incapable of. Probably comes from the multiple experiences of being eaten alive by Sonata himself. Not to mention he had not one, but two extravagantly lengthed members that he more than knew how to use to please a girl. Especially when he used both at the same time.
 
 
And, her most favorite memories of all, there were the times she got to have both Sonata and Grayscale at once, Sonata steadily swallowing her headfirst while Grayscale nibbled and licked at precarious points of her body as she proceeds down Sonata's gullet. And once she reached Sonata's stomach, it was almost a certainty Grayscale would be following, and once he joined her, she was almost certainly going to have her brains fucked out while Sonata steadily digested them both. Then, once they were reconstituted in a Rejuvenation pod, they'd resume screwing in it to, for Rejuvenation pods reform individuals right at their point of death.
 
 
‘Hmm, I never even got the chance to experience being eaten by Gray,’ Sepia thought remorsefully to herself. ‘Little pipsqueak was too considerate to try being the one doing the eating for once. Bet he could have worked wonders with his tongue once he'd reach my thighs, considering how talented he is at cunnilingus in general.’
 
 
It was during these thoughts Sepia realized her vision was blurring and she sat up and wiped her eyes on her sleeve. She looked at her now tear soaked sleeve then back to the compact she held in her other hand, cringing at the slight twinge of emotional pain she felt when it reminded her of her long lost friends once more. She also felt slightly annoyed at herself for her own weakness.
 
 
“Look at me. This is pathetic,” she mused bitterly to herself. “I'm devolving into a grief stricken mess. If I don't get a grip I am going to need grief counseling.”
 
 
But Sepia didn't know how she was going to rid herself of her grief. She missed Sonata and Grayscale so much it felt like someone was tearing her heart out with dull gardening shears whenever she thought about them. And it wasn't like she couldn't “not” think about them. After all, they'd been the bestest of friends a bat-girl could ask for and she cherished every memory of them. It was killing her that they might be gone forever- the worst part was the utter mystery in how, where, or why they were gone. It was as if they had just disappeared into thin air.
 
 
Unable to come up with anything else to do, Sepia held the compact to her chest and laid back down, letting the noise of the rain wash over her again. Soon enough, the rhythm of the storm lulled her mind enough for her to drift off to sleep, though it was anything but restful. Her dreams consisted of the diligent tongue and wet esophagus of a certain hot pink female Snerret, and the coveted double members of a certain spinach green male Snerret.
 
 
—
 
 
“Sonata, will you hold still!”
 
 
“Hey, give me a break! That tickles. And can't you tie a better knot than that?”
 
 
“Hey, you're the one with the pension for cosplay costumes, not me! Besides, we're not exactly working with orthodox material here.”
 
 
Gradually, Sepia awoke from her slight nap, though wasn't stirring under her own volition. She'd heard faint voices, and they had aroused her from sleep. A few thoughts occurred in her dreary mind. Firstly, how long had she been asleep? She slowly peeled her eyes open and scanned her slightly darkened room, noticing the sky outside her window. The clouds were still thick and pelting Stoat City with heavy rain, but were considerably darker than when she had first nodded off, and a look to her digital clock on the wall confirmed that it was the waning hours of twilight and approaching night. Secondly, where did those voices come from?
 
 
It was late, but there was still at least ten minutes before Mono's double shift ended, so he couldn't be home yet. And Mono had never once skirted his duties at the warehouse by leaving early, for any reason. The voices hadn't sounded like him anyway. Had she left the TV on? No, she was fairly certain she hadn't watched any TV today, and, as said before, Mono wasn't quite home yet, so he couldn't have turned it on.
 
 
“Is reenacting a scene from Ocarina of Time really worth all this hassle?”
 
 
“Do you even have to ask such a ridiculous question, Gray? With these supplies we can pull off the most realistic reenactment from one of the best vintage games ever known. Do you really want to call it quits just because you're having trouble weaving some vines?”
 
 
“Fine, fine, point taken. Would probably help if you weren't so more “endowed” than a Great Fairy.”
 
 
“Oh Gray, you flatterer you.”
 
 
Sepia suddenly bolted upright from her laying on her side position and sat up on her bed, her eyes going wide in shock, finally recognizing the voices. She'd know them anywhere.
 
 
“Sonata? Gray?” She mumbled to herself in disbelief.
 
 
“Aaand…there. That should do it,” said the voice that undoubtedly belongs to Grayscale's.
 
 
“Hmm…you did a fairly decent job for a green horn,” said the voice that irrefutably belongs to Sonata.
 
 
“If you haven't noticed, I've been green since the day I was born,” said Grayscale's voice, the snark he was known for in his tone. “Besides, weaving “actual” vines into a costume isn't something that pertains to cosplay usually.”
 
 
“Alright, you got me there,” said Sonata's voice with a chuckle.
 
 
“No…” moaned Sepia fearfully, pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and teetering on her rear as the familiar voices continued to reverberate in her ears. “I…I'm going insane…I hear them…even though they're not here.”
 
 
She knew that her grief had been escalating the more she thought of Sonata and Grayscale, but she didn't realize it had gotten this bad.
 
 
“Alright Gray, got the dream solution?” said Sonata's voice.
 
 
“Yep,” said Grayscale's voice. “Can you believe this stuff? Nillyna said it's enchanted to style your hair towards the do you're currently thinking of.”
 
 
“Yeah! You think with how seeped in magic this world is, they could design an enchantment that can tell the difference between the do you want and the do you don't,” said Sonata's voice in reply.
 
 
“Then you had best focus diligently on the Great Fairy’s hairdo,” said Grayscale's voice. “After all, if it doesn't have three radical ponytails it's not a Great Fairy.”
 
 
Sepia suddenly stiffened up, her look of terror suddenly becoming one of confusion. The voices didn't appear to be coming from inside her own mind. They came from somewhere else. An external location. And they almost sounded obscured. Sepia didn't know much about what it was like to hear voices only you can hear beforehand, but was fairly certain that it probably wouldn't sound partially muffled. Like…an active cell phone sounds under the bed sheets.
 
 
Gasping in shock and realization, Sepia threw up her sheets and saw…
 
 
…Sepia blinked in astonishment and bewilderment at what she saw.
 
 
She'd had no expectations, but was still taken aback by what she was currently looking at. Sonata's compact had been concealed in the sheets, most likely shifted there as the result of Sepia turning in her sleep, and Sepia saw a silver glow emanating from the seam of its lid. While at first only capable of blinking at the bizarre sight, Sepia eventually came to her senses enough to reach out and pick up the small makeup accessory. She brought it in close, dropping the sheets so she could examine it in both hands. In all her weeks of holding on to it, she'd never seen the compact glowing like this, but she knew magic when she saw it. Somehow, the compact was enchanted, and Sepia was sure that, on top of the glow, Sonata and Grayscale's voices were emanating from it.
 
 
Sepia didn't know that was happening, but whatever was going on with the compact she was certain it was connected to Sonata and Grayscale's disappearance, and with that assumption, she absolutely needed to find out more. With a somewhat shaking hand, Sepia brought a finger to the plastic clasp of the compact. She didn't know what would happen if she opened it, and most people would probably think it was a bad idea, for what was happening wasn't entirely clear, but if it pertained to Sonata and Grayscale's whereabouts Sepia would take the risk. With barely so much as a breath, Sepia undid the clasp and flipped the compact open.
 
 
If discovering the compact glowing was a surprise, what Sepia discovered inside practically jarred her to her very soul.
 
 
The compact’s mirror had become something like a small television screen, and there, displayed on the surface, was Sonata and Grayscale. It wasn't still, like a photograph, the images of Sepia's Snerret friends moved in real time, like she was watching a video of them. The image was small, because of the size of the compact's mirror, but from what Sepia could make out, they were standing in an extravagant marble chamber supported by roman style columns, which was awash in pale light from an unseen source. Sonata and Grayscale stood before each other, Gray wearing a green tunic with a matching floppy hat and a sword sheathed to his back. Sonata's ensemble was vastly different however. Her petite form was draped in nothing but woven vines. Her face was currently obscured for Sepia, for she had her hands over her head, vigorously swiping her fingers through her hair, which gradually began glowing. The glow dissipated after a second and when Sonata slumped her arms down to her sides her hair had taken on a radically different shape. Color was still widely the same, but she now had three massive ponytails that hovered and weaved behind her.
 
 
Lowering her arms also revealed her to be wearing prominent crimson lipstick and eyeshadow.
 
 
“How do I look?” she questioned to Gray in front of her, making a few poses.
 
 
“Very much like a Snerret version of a Great Fairy,” Gray commented, now posing a little himself. “How about me? Do I make a good Link?”
 
 
“Well, you pull off the child Link posture pretty accurately, but if we were going for adult Link you're lacking,” Sonata quipped, giggling slightly.
 
 
Gray didn't appear to be pleased, his scowl evident. “Well, if that's how you feel, we can just scrap the whole project. After all, gameplay continuity wise, you don't get Nayru’s Love until the adult Link timeline.”
 
 
“Alright alright, point taken,” said Sonata hurriedly, waving her hands dismissively. “Lighten up Gray, I was just poking fun.” Her mischievous expression dissipated for a serious one as she looked Gray up and down, tapping her lip contemplatively. “Though I believe there is one more thing we can add.” Sonata whipped Gray's hat off with her tail and approached him with a bottle in hand. “Think blonde.” Gray leaned forward, Sonata dumping whatever contents in the bottle on his head and rubbing it in his hair. Soon his orange hair actually turned blonde. Sonata smiled and replaced his hat on his head. “There.”
 
 
“Think we're good to go now?” Gray asked.
 
 
“Uh huh,” said Sonata, whipping out her phone from somewhere. “You just need to set up the camera.”
 
 
“Guess it's good that your phone's shower wall mount made it here too, huh?” Gray inquired, taking Sonata's phone, placing it in said mount and walking away from Sepia's line of sight. “And…there. All set up and rolling.”
 
 
“Grab that slice of hovermelon on the way back,” requested Sonata.
 
 
Sepia cared not for the circumstances happening around Sonata and Grayscale, nor did she care what they were doing. All that mattered to her at the moment was she was seeing them… hearing them. She put her finger to the glass longingly, wondering if she could reach through and touch them, but her finger only met a solid surface. As solid as the surface of any mirror should be. Whatever was happening, it was indeed similar to watching a video on a cellphone.
 
 
But Sepia didn't dwell on this fact for long, she only shed tears of immense disappointment that she couldn't touch her friends.
 
 
“Sepia?” said the voice of her brother Mono with a slight knocking at her door. “I'm home. What do you want to do for dinner?”
Sepia didn't respond, just continued to watch the images playing out on the mirror of the compact.
 
 
“Sep?” inquired Mono in concern, slowly opening the door to his sister's room and carefully peeking in. “Are you okay?”
 
 
He found his sister sitting in the dark on her bed, a longing expression on her face as she stared into something in her hands that cast a glow over her face, her tears glistening in said glow. He assumed she was looking at another picture of her and the Snerrets on her phone. Mono's concern grew as he continued to stare at his distraught sister, silently lamenting the fact that he was unable to relieve her grief any more than he was already capable. He casually entered her room and began walking forward, intending to draw his sister in for another comforting hug.
 
 
“Nillyna said that this much would only make me hover a few feet, right?”
 
 
“For the upteenth time, yes. Don't worry though, I'll be sure to catch you should you go up too high.”
 
 
“With our size difference? I'd flatten you under me.”
 
 
“You say that like it wouldn't be my intention.”
 
 
“Oh Gray, get your mind out of the gutter! This is serious!”
 
 
“Reenacting a scene from Ocarina of Time is serious?”
 
 
“Oh, just give me the hovermelon already, Gray!”
 
 
“Alright alright. Down the hatch, Sonata.”
 
 
Those voices, Mono would know them anywhere. At first he thought that Sepia was actually watching one of Sonata and Grayscale's old homemade videos; of which there are many, but as he got closer he came to realize that Sepia wasn't staring into her phone, but the compact of Sonata's that Sepia had been brooding over ever since their friends disappeared. Eyes widened in surprise and confusion, Mono leaned in behind her, and what he saw in the mirror of the compact made him almost reel back in surprise.
 
 
Sonata and Grayscale were displayed on the surface of the mirror, Grayscale having returned to Sonata's side and had just finished handing her a fruit of some kind, which Sonata proceeded to swallow whole. Then, she began to float up, and as she did so she started twirling; deliberately apparently, letting out a loud cackling. She then turned towards Grayscale after she was hovering about fifteen feet (Gray having adopted a stoic expression) and began giggling lightly, now floating on her side and resting her chin on her hand. She then turned onto her stomach in the air and extended her arms out…an orb of blue light shined before her. It glowed and pulsated for a few seconds, then dispersed in a flash. Gray then turned on the spot and held his arms up, a double pointed crystal with a blue orb in the center above his joined hands.
 
 
But like Sepia, Mono cared not for the circumstances of the events unfolding in the images, but unlike her, he was less taken by the fact of seeing his friends again and was more concerned about how all this was happening in the first place. After all, they were watching all this from a compact's mirror of all things.
 
 
“Sepia? What…what exactly is going on here?” He inquired, his words slightly slurred due to how numb his jaw and tongue felt at the moment.
 
 
Sepia didn't respond, she just blinked and breathed very demurely, her teary eyes glistening as they reflected what was displayed on the small mirror.
 
 
Growing genuinely concerned for her well-being once more, Mono put his hand on her shoulder and lightly shook her. “Sepia? Sepia, snap out of it!”
 
 
These actions finally seemed to draw Sepia out of her stupor, who flinched slightly as she turned to her brother, who stood slightly behind her. Her face retained her transfixed expression a moment longer before it morphed into a look of extreme annoyance and disappointment.
 
 
“Mono! Why did you wake up?!” she proclaimed harshly, gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes, more tears spilling forth. “I was having the most wonderful dream. I…I could see Sonata and Gray. I was somehow able to see them through the compact…”
 
 
“Huh, sis…” said Mono, gradually flicking her sensitive ear in order to entice her to open her eyes again and pointing towards said compact she still held in her hand.
 
 
Sepia looked, and her eyes widened in disbelief once more, the images of Sonata and Grayscale just as clear as before. “I…it's not a dream?” She gasped, clutching the compact with both hands now.
 
 
“Apparently not,” complied Mono, settling his hands on Sepia's shoulders as he looked over her left shoulder at the compact as well. “Sep…what is going on?”
 
 
“I…I don't know…” was Sepia's honest response. Though truthfully the details of the situation were of secondary concern for her. All that really matters to her at the moment was seeing her friends, alive and well. Apparently, at least.
 
 
—
 
 
That morning Sonata and Grayscale had decided to take advantage of the unique resources of Aquasa to indulge in their old favorite pastime of making videos. In terms of actual filming they were limited to Sonata's cellphone, but with everything else they had access to they felt they could at least pull something of at least fairly acceptable quality. Vines from Nillyna's garden and a magical shampoo for Sonata's costume, a green tunic they'd gotten in Ashore for Gray, the hovering effects of a hovermelon to make Sonata levitate, and some simple projection magic meant they had everything needed to pull off a decent reenactment of Link acquiring Nayru's Love from Ocarina of Time. Sure, the Downpour Chamber may not have been a perfect replica of a Great Fairy Fountain, but it was at least every bit as elegant.
 
 
After Sonata began hovering all there really was to do as far as performance went was for Sonata to do some poses in the air and use her talisman to project a sphere of light, and for Gray to use his talisman to project an illusionary image of Nayru's Love above his hands as he held them up. And they had done all that and gotten it all video, with no disruptions. There was no need for actual dialogue, for Ocarina of Time; like most Zelda games, utilized subtitles primarily and Grayscale could easily add those to the video as soon as they got home.
 
 
If they ever got home.
 
 
“Huh. That went over fairly smoothly,” commented Sonata, still hovering in the air. “Usually even short videos take more effort than that.”
 
 
“That's because it's usually the special effects that cause the most hurdles,” Gray commented, lowering his arms, the projection of Nayru's Love vanishing as he turned back to his airborne companion. “But thanks to these badass talismans, we were able to add all the needed effects in real life!”
 
 
“Yeah, I guess that's true. We'd better not get too used to them though, since they probably won’t work back on Terra.” Her tail wiggled a bit as she hovered, a shiver running up her body making the leaves on her costume shake, even shedding a couple. A few more fell off when she started grabbing and shuffling around the vines around her waist. “Ugh, these vines are getting itchy… Nillyna did say they weren’t poisonous, right?”
 
 
“She did, but they do seem to dry out fast… good thing we just finished.” Grayscale shrugged as he casually walked beneath her to pick up the fallen leaves that fell upon the water’s surface. As he stood up, a couple more leaves fell upon Grayscale’s head, one landing right on his nose. “Pthoo!” he puffed, reflexively blowing away the leaves tickling his snout with a huff. He looked back up at Sonata as she was trying to pull off the vines from her wrists. “Sonata, can’t you take care of that when you get back down? You’re making a-”
 
 
But his words were cut off as, without warning, the hovermelon’s effects suddenly stopped, sending Sonata plummeting down upon Grayscale like a chandelier in a drama thriller. Water splashed and leaves scattered as once again they both landed in a tangled heap of magenta coils.
 
 
Sonata moaned as she lifted her head up from the floor, shaking the loose leaves from her hair and making her three long ponytails lazily wave about in the air in a realistic imitation of unrealistic game physics. Another, more muffled moan from beneath Sonata made her realize where Grayscale had ended up: squashed beneath her upper body, his muzzle once again trapped between her blue-scaled bosoms. His wriggling efforts to extract himself from beneath Sonata did little else but motorboat her mammaries, much to Sonata’s un-amusement.
 
 
“You set yourself up like that on purpose, didn’t you?” Sonata said accusingly, lifting herself up from the ground to free Grayscale from the weight of her tits, peering down at him with narrowed eyes through her cleavage like an executioner, her breasts hanging heavily over his face like they were threatening to crush him for good.
 
 
“I did no such thing!” Grayscale snapped, glaring back at her. “Do you think I enjoy getting flattened beneath your boobs?”
 
 
“Yes.”
 
 
“Okay, yeah, but this time it was an accident! Not my fault the hovermelon-”
 
 
“Oh please,” Sonata said with a roll of her eyes, “You “accidentally” faceplant into my chest more often than a guy in a harem anime!”
 
 
“Don’t compare me to them!” Grayscale snapped back, finally freeing a paw to point up at her.
 
 
“Oh? And why not?” Sonata teased.
 
 
“Well for one thing, I actually get laid.”
 
 
“Fair enough,” Sonata said, before suddenly dropping down to scoop Grayscale up and hug him close, this time rubbing her breasts into his muzzle deliberately, which he happily accepted. As he silently enjoyed the blissful warmth of her breasts, Sonata giggled at the sight of his goofy squished-up face and half-lidded eyes, like a drunken chipmunk. Readjusting her coils to wind around them both in a more comfortable position, she leaned down close to hiss seductively in his ear. “When we get home, maybe I should eat you for real. Digest and absorb your body into mine, add more inches to my ass and tits for you to sink into after rejuvenating… or maybe I’ll just keep you stuck as boobfat forever. What do you think of that?”
 
 
Grayscale closed his eyes, pondering the mental image of Sonata with even bigger assets. “Well, for starters, you might finally be able to cosplay the Sorceress from Dragon’s Crown…”
 
 
Sonata laughed, lifting herself up off the floor and pulling Gray to his feet along the way. “Good to know your priorities are in order.” She joked before letting him go to brush off the last remnants of her rapidly deteriorating costume. “Now then, let me get my phone… I think we’re well past anything that happens in the actual game now.”
 
 
“Probably wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility though,” said Grayscale, pulling off his pointed hat to pick off the leaves stuck on its brim. “What with all the rom hacks based on the game now.” As he plucked another leaf out of his hair he noticed his currently blonde color. “Hey Nata? How do I look as a blondie?”
 
 
Sonata looked over at Grayscale as she finished plucking her phone from the wall and switched off the camera. “Truthfully, I prefer your natural orange. It compliments your green fur much better than blonde… like a tasty tangerine!” She giggled, licking her lips teasingly.
 
 
This time Grayscale rolled his eyes as he stood back up as well, while Sonata slithered off to dry off and de-vine. Sonata's opinion aside, he decided to get a look at himself once again. It would take all day for his hair to revert back to its original color unless he re-applied the magic shampoo again, so if he didn’t like it, he could easily undo the effect. He approached the mirror that was situated behind the shelf housing the various hair care products to get a look at his reflection. Many of the bottles had been moved aside as they searched for the particular product earlier, so Grayscale could look at his reflection unobscured.
 
 
Or so he thought.
 
 
Once he arrived before the mirror, he found that it wasn't showing his reflection. In fact, it wasn't reflecting the Downpour chamber either, although the room it was reflecting was even more familiar to Gray than the Downpour Chamber was, as were the two familiar faces appearing in the mirror well. Grayscale’s eyes widened in astonishment as the familiar faces of Sepia and her brother Mono stared at him from the other side of the mirror, their own eyes just as big and bewildered. Whatever they were viewing him from, it seemed to be looking up at them from waist-height, making both snake-bat siblings appear to be lying down and peering forward at Grayscale from within the mirror’s frame.
 
 
For a moment they all just stared at one another, matching astounded expressions on their faces.
 
 
Grayscale shut his eyes and shook his head rapidly, blinking back at the mirror to ensure what he was seeing was real. Nothing had changed, but still somewhat skeptical, he slowly reached out towards the mirror’s surface with a trembling hand. Just before his index claw brushed the glass, the face of Sepia called out “Gray? Is that you?” in a desperate hushed voice.
 
 
“Sepia?” He muttered back hesitantly. “Mono?”
 
 
“HOLY SHIT! GRAY!” Sepia cried out, an overwhelming smile spreading over her face as her eyes welled up with tears, the mirror’s view suddenly shaking before Mono moved his arm somewhere out of frame and steadied their image again. “Mono, it’s Gray! He’s alive! He’s really here!”
 
 
Mono said nothing at first, before his stoic “man of few words” look gave way to what may have been the most emotional face Grayscale had ever seen him wear, his dark beady eyes tearing up like Sepia’s as his lip trembled. “This is real? You can hear us, Gray?”
 
 
Gray let out a triumphant laugh before practically leaping forth and planting both paws on the glass, practically bursting with joy at the sight of his long-lost friends. “Yes! Yes, I can hear you! I can see you! Oh man, I missed you guys so much! Wait… I mean, WE missed you guys so much! Me and Sonata! We’re both here!”
 
 
The view through the mirror shifted wildly then, colors blurring and shifting rapidly before it now showed a plain view of the ceiling, with only part of Mono’s shoulder and head visible as Sepia suddenly leapt out of frame and hugged her brother tightly, shaking him around as she laughed and cried in unbridled jubilation. “They’re both alive! Oh Mono they’re both alive!”
 
 
Mono reached forward and re-adjusted the view, now looking like he was taking a selfie with his hyperactive sister bouncing and squealing beside him, not even trying to pry Sepia off (prior experience proving that futile) as he quickly regained his composure. “Hold up, where is she? Where did she go? Where is “here”? What happened to you guys? Why are you inside a hand mirror?” He rattled off more questions, but was interrupted by Sepia reaching forward and taking hold of their view, sniffing heavily to compose herself as well.
 
 
“Sonata! Is Sonata there too? We saw her a second ago! Where did she go? SONATA! CAN YOU HEAR ME? IT’S SEPIAAA!” She shouted in an almost desperate cry, much to Mono’s disdain.
 
 
“Gah, not in my ear, Seep!” He cried as his ears swiveled back. Grayscale’s ears did the same as her voice reverberated out of the mirror and through the Downpour chamber.
 
 
As Sepia suddenly reeled back and stifled herself, Grayscale’s ears twitched as they all heard the familiar sound of slithering scales across tile floor. He turned his head to see Sonata appearing from around the bend, toweling herself off. “Did someone call for…” She dropped her towel and gasped in shock at the sight of the mirror, before she too let out an overjoyed squeal and zipped over to the mirror, practically faceplanting into it as she gawked at her two best friends alongside Grayscale. “Sepia! Mono! It’s really you!”
 
 
Whatever anyone was saying was quickly drowned out as they all laughed, cried, and cheered at once, barely able to contain their long-held emotions after seeing each other for the first time in so very long. Eventually their collective din quieted down enough for Sonata to clearly state “What happened here? Did you do something, Gray?”
 
 
“Me? I dunno, it was just like this!” He replied, tapping the glass with one of his knuckles. “What about you two, did you do something?”
 
 
Both of the snake-bat siblings shook their heads. “Don’t ask me, I’m not a magic guy.” Mono replied. “Did you get… sucked into your makeup kit or something?”
 
 
Grayscale and Sonata exchanged puzzled looks. “Makeup kit?” Sonata muttered, before her face lit up with realization. “Oh, my compact! It was in the bathroom!” She exclaimed towards Grayscale, who also looked confused before suddenly realizing what she was implying.
 
 
“You think Nillyna’s spell did this?” He asked.
 
 
“I don’t know!” Sonata called out as she started slithering backwards towards the exit. “But I should go get her- she’ll know what to do! Wait here!” And without another word she zipped off out of sight of the other three.
 
 
Mono and Sepia looked at Grayscale with a raised eyebrow each. “Uh, who’s Nill-na?” Sepia asked.
 
 
“And why are you dressed like Link?” Mono asked, somehow not realizing that until now.
 
 
Grayscale took a deep breath to collect himself. “It’s a long, LONG story,” he replied, sitting down on a nearby marble bench. “Just wait until she gets back. I have a feeling we’ll ALL have questions to ask…”