Convenience

"So, what exactly do you do as a Goddess?" asked Andrew, seated atop Etro's throne with its owner sitting sidesaddle atop his lap with his cock still inside her rhythmically undulating pussy.

"Our primary duties entail the regulation of souls, holding back the tides of Chaos, and maintaining the balance between the visible, the world of the living, and unseen, the world of the dead," replied Etro. "If a balance between the two cannot be maintained, the universe would inevitably be destroyed."

"Oh, so you're like a 'really' big deal..." remarked Andrew, feeling a little nervous as, after calming down, the realization he was fucking a Goddes hit him like a bat to the head.

"Do you lament our union...?" asked Etro, staring into Andrew's eyes as if she could glimpse his soul. As a Goddess of Death, she might very well be able to...

"If you're in my head, you should know that isn't the case..." contended Andrew, punctuating his words by giving the unblinking Goddess a peck on the lips. He felt like he had jumped the gun a bit, but there would need to be something wrong with him to regret getting his hands on a Goddess who could change form as easily as others breathed...

Sensing Andrew's thought, Etro remarked, "You feel guilty about how you might use our power to obtain what you desire..."

"A little," admitted Andrew. However, just as he had targeted Yuna in the world of Final Fantasy X and both Tifa and Aerith in Final Fantasy VII, his guilt was related to what could have been. He didn't feel like he had done anything truly wrong or immoral. Had he toed the line? Sure. But he hadn't crossed it.

"Speaking of which..." muttered Andrew, asking, "How, exactly, can you help me...?"

"Valhalla is a realm that connects to every age, every timeline," explained Etro. "Your arrival has caused the Central Time Axis to stabilize, which was why we brought you here. As for what we can provide...we shall grant you the means and authority to travel and influence the timelines that branch from the Central Axis..."

"I'm guessing the 'central' timeline is off limits...?" asked Andrew, earning a slight nod as Etro answered, "Though this may not apply to all worlds, alterations or deviations from fate typically result in irreversible harm to the Central Axis, imperiling the past, present, and future of all timelines. You know it as the butterfly effect, but even if you go back and 'fix' things retroactively, the damage will accumulate in places your eyes cannot see, giving from to paradoxes, paradigm realities, and circular currents of time where Chaos can pool infinitely..."

"You mentioned that my arrival had stabilized the Central Axis. What did you mean by that?" asked Andrew.

"Precisely that," replied Etro, elucidating, "Before your arrival, a force that would come to be known as the Unseen Chaos had placed a tremendous burden on the Central Axis from the future. Now, every timeline branching from this point along the Central Axis has ceased to be, permitting new branches to form and blossom. It is also why we're able to appear before you now. Previously, our energy had been consumed to the point that we could no longer manifest a material form..."

"Lucky me..." mused Andrew, caressing Etro's head, causing her cat-like ears to twitch. He had little understanding of what was happening, but it didn't matter as long as things were better now than before he arrived. He had become increasingly opportunistic, but he tried to ensure his actions positively impacted the worlds he linked.

"We are also grateful..." affirmed Etro, the insides of her pussy tightening as the force of its 'suction' increased. Andrew didn't know it, but her world had been on a path toward destruction for quite some time. However, as a Goddess charged with preserving the world's balance, there was little she could do but observe, as it was her effort to 'fix' things that set the events of the end in motion...

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In the seaside town of Bodhum, famous for its long white beaches, annual fireworks display, and many tourist attractions, two sisters with distinctive pink hair sat in a beachside cafe after spending much of the early morning tanning and swimming. The eldest, possessing somewhat spiky, rose-pink hair and sharp, aquamarine eyes, was garbed in a simple white bikini that left little to the imagination. To protect her modesty, at least a little, she also wore a thin, transparent, long-sleeved silk shirt, ideal for the tropical environment.

Sitting across from her older, serious-looking sister was a comparably petite girl with the same tint of pink hair, but it was notably less 'sharp,' gathering in a curly ponytail at the left side of her head, draped over her shoulder. Her eyes were pale blue, but while she was the younger and shorter of the two, her figure, garbed in a cute pink bikini adorned with flowers and frills, was markedly more 'developed' in certain areas.

"Come on, Claire..." said the younger girl, wearing a pouty expression as she added, "I'm eighteen now, and it's my last summer vacation before I attend the Eden Academy. If we don't go now, it'll be at least three to five years before we get another chance to cut loose and have fun together..."

Exhaling a sigh, the spiky-haired Claire, better known within the Final Fantasy XIII community by her assumed name, Lightning, set aside her white chocolate frappuccino and asserted, "It's precisely 'because' you recently turned eighteen that you shouldn't do anything reckless. Going out, partying, and hooking up with guys isn't the 'thrill' you imagine it to be..."

Shaking her head, Claire decided not to give her younger sister a lecture, her expression softening as she said, "I just don't want you to get hurt or taken advantage of by some 'bad boy' with more appeal than sense..."

"But, isn't this like the best time...?" asked Serah, leaving Claire feeling a little annoyed as she added, "Since I'm about to go off to the Academy, I won't get entangled in any long-term relationships. I just want to have a bit of fun before I put my nose to the grindstone. You know how rigid the society of Eden is..."

"Besides..." said Serah, taking a sip from iced matcha green tea before adding, "You promised that if I got straight-A's throughout high school, we'd have a blowout Summer before I left for the Academy. Don't tell me I busted my butt for the past three years for nothing..."

"It wasn't for nothing," asserted Claire, pointing out, "If not for your near-perfect test scores, enrolling in Eden Academy would have been difficult, if not impossible. Even with the savings I've accumulated as a member of the Guardian Corps, I could barely afford a year's worth of tuition..."

"Well, now that I've acquired a full-ride scholarship, we can use some of that money to have fun," said Serah, adopting a radiant smile that left her elder sister feeling helpless. She had used her stockpiled Leave to ensure she and Serah could spend what might be their last Summer together, but visiting nightclubs and partying with random men wasn't exactly her idea of a good time. She also knew the men from her regiment had a penchant for partying in the area, and she would rather not encounter any of them in the 'wild.'

Intruding upon the duo's conversation, a shirtless, remarkably well-built young man wearing blue swim trunks abruptly sat at their table, drawing the duo's gazes. Claire was initially going to lambast and tell him to fuck off, but when she saw his uncommon golden hair, eyes as crisp and blue as a cloudless sky, well-defined abs, and the addition of what looked like a tail, her mouth got caught in an open position.

"Hey there," said the young man, adopting a smile that exuded charm and confidence as he mused, "I know it's not polite to butt in, but if you can believe it, I crossed multiple worlds and even traversed time itself to see the two of you. Mind if we have a chat...?"

Before Claire could refuse, Serah, wearing a shiny-eyed smile, answered, "That depends. If you truly did all of those things to come and see us, you should know who we are. I wouldn't mind hearing your name, either."

Drawing the duo's attention to his tail, Andrew waggled it behind him like a dancing snake as he replied, "My name is Andrew Ashford Alexandros. My titles include Envoy of the Crystals and, most recently, Etro's Blessed. As for the two of you, you are Serah and Claire Farron."

"What do you want?" asked Claire, narrowing her eyes in suspicion as she assumed Andrew was a conman of some kind.

"Well, to make a very long story short, I'd like the two of you to become my Proxies," replied Andrew. "As for what a Proxy is...give me a moment."

Materializing what looked like an ancient pocket watch formed of gold but with a black face and thirteen numerals, Andrew pressed the crown like a button, causing the world around him, including Clair and Serah, to freeze and become monochromatic.

"Man, if this thing worked in other worlds..." muttered Andrew, imagining how useful the ability to control time would be when facing certain foes. Then, shaking his head, Andrew decided not to be 'too greedy,' extending the effects of the watch to Serah and Claire so they could join him in the frozen world.

Blinking in surprise, Serah and Claire briefly looked around, the former asking, "What's going on? Did time stop...?" while the latter furrowed her brows and turned her focus to Andrew, exuding militancy. Fortunately for him, Claire wasn't carrying any concealed weapons. If she had been, she might have attacked him on the spot, believing him to be a Pulse l'Cie or a human-form fal'Cie with the horrifying power to control time.

"I just didn't want our conversation to be overheard," replied Andrew, placing the watch back in his Item Box as it didn't need to be present to maintain the state of stopped time. It was more like a toggle/switch, not the actual source of the effect.

"As I mentioned previously, I traveled here from another world and even crossed through time to meet the two of you," said Andrew, pulling out a rune-covered green pentahedron and setting it on the table, adding, "The explanation lies within this device, called an Oracle Drive. I could also tell you the details in person, but it would be easier to see and experience the events we have to discuss directly."

Stopping Serah before she could grab the device, Claire asked, "What is your aim?" with narrowed eyes.

"Mmm...I could tell you, but then you'll probably be angry with me until you glimpse the contents of the Oracle Drive," replied Andrew.

Without Claire needing to press him further, Andrew shrugged and said, "To overly simplify things, I want to help save this world, link it to several others, and have sex with one but preferably both of you."

Gritting her teeth, Claire attempted to flip the table in Andrew's direction but found it rooted to the ground, immovable. She could move freely, but as everything exceeding a certain mass threshold was frozen in time, she would need a functionally limitless amount of strength to lift even a grain of sand.

Raising his hands in mock surrender, Andrew maintained a relaxed smile as he remarked, "See? I told you that you'd be angry. But once you see what's contained in the Oracle Drive, you'll understand I'm not a complete scumbag. Am I taking advantage of my position? 100%. But my intentions are more righteous than maleficent."

Though Claire looked like she wanted nothing more than to tear Andrew's throat away with her teeth, Serah's gaze was focused on the Oracle Drive, her curiosity eventually getting the better of her, compelling her to reach out and grab it as her sister shouted, "Serah...!" while trying to prevent her actions. Instead, they touched it together, their pupils glowing a vibrant shade of gold as visions of the past, present, and future appeared in their minds...

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