Sister Passion's Legend Stolen

“Why are we playing, pup?” asked the towering old man, one who clearly only wore the appearance of age for it suited his aesthetics as a wizened martial arts master rather than any adherence to time, a single perfectly thick and flexibly muscled arm effortlessly brushed aside a Passion colored strike that carried with it the weight of a planet at the same time the second fist swung too fast for matter to scatter away from, sending the Hellhound stumbling backwards, coughing and hacking out mass like blood. She had began this battle looking down at him weeks ago, but through a series of heavy blows was left only reaching the tip of his head with her ears. “You are clearly young. A newborn, by the standards of those beyond mortals. Why throw eternity away before you experience it?”

The assembled population of the galactic local group crowded around screens felt relief wash over them. Everyone had heard of Hellhounds before, not that they were sure why, and the appearance of one declaring that every speck of physical and astral matter on their home world was it’s now was a credible threat. The beast must have been a fool, though. It declared the only way this transfer of ownership would count was through the process of a wager, and accepted combat against the galactic superpower’s greatest warrior who it had yet to land anything but a glancing blow on.

“Because… fuck me, we’re talking in the middle of this already?” the Hellhound wheezed, licking liquid self from her lips. Big Sister Passion slapped her cheeks, cartoonishly squishing her entire head for a frame before continuing. “Because I don’t have time to wait. I’ve got big plans and they need more power than I’ve got right now! Too many people that I need to make sure have a safe place to be! Too many games I want to see played! Too many games that I want to be playing!”

“I see. So you intend to use my 250 trillion years of legend to jumpstart your own, rather than accept the nature of the universe. Rejoice, Hellhound. You’ve taken your first breath and used it to speak absurdity.” Passion growled but the response died in her throat as a fist quicker than instant cracked her jaw off. “May you learn from this experience in immateria.” The master’s hand glowed with an awesome power for a moment before an orb of sheer essence burst forth from it, slamming into the Hellhound’s waiting paws that began to vaporize the instant contact was made. “Fuck that HURTS!” Passion wailed internally, knees buckling under only a fraction of trained wielding of Self. “If this doesn’t work I’m…” the last words she thought as the attack finally overtook her, leaving nothing behind but memories and the faint embers of Passion smoldering on the arena floor.

The master turned his back without an expression, watching the sky of the bound field they were fighting in begin to crack, only to just as suddenly heal itself as the liquid mass his opponent had been coughing out in place of bodily fluid with function began to shake before shooting into the sky, forming an orb rapidly wrapping itself in the Flame of Passion.

An arm ending in a paw burst forth from the orb, then another. Legs, a head without definition, the orb itself smoothing out into the shape of a torso. Details sculpted in in real time, a smaller version of Sister Passion becoming clear. Standing at a mere six feet and with a more youthful visage, her hair exploded out into every color of the rainbow and then some, styled into a pair of fluffy back twin tails. Fur of Exuberance covered her frame as the Flame of Passion spread out from her body into a platform for her paws to land on. Eyes opened and revealed a sea of technicolor stars.

“IT’S PASHY TIME, IDIOT!!!” The hound howled out, gasping at the sound of her own high pitched voice and then again at the movement of her limbs. “This is what correct meat feels like!? And nobody TOLD me!?” she cried before running in a circle, barking and yipping joyously, tail wagging so rapidly that the surrounding trees were uprooted. Then all at once she stopped, pointing a paw down at the master already taking another fighting stance. “We’re not done here!” she barked from several dozen feet in the air, the platform of Passion unfolding into grand staircase leading back down to her opponent. Steps became a sprint, Flame absorbed by her paws as she passed it, Passion visibly traveling up her body as she broke the speed of sound and shortly after light, becoming little more than a wild smear of motion collapsing into a swinging fist sinking into the untouched torso of the master, sending him flying back hundreds of feet into a nearby mountain that found itself with a crown shaped crater covering it’s side scraping into the horizon, followed by several sonic booms that nearly overshadowed Pashy’s manic laughter during her run.

Passion colored Flame condensed on her head into a crown off to the side before her hind paws hit the dirt and she became an exuberance colored comet tearing the ground beneath her apart, though this time rather than simply colliding with her target her paw found a waiting guard instead. “Interesting.” the master began, paying no heed to the blood spilling from his lips as the rest of the mountain behind him burst outward, becoming nothing more than a crown shaped window into the skyline. “You’re much more capable than your other. Why?” he finished before his fist sunk so deep into Pashy’s stomach that it’s imprint was visible from her back.

“Well, Pashy loves Passion, but she spent WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too long used to boring physical laws!” Pashy answered, the pained grimace on her face any indication that the attack had landed at all. “She still subconsciously thought she HAD to have anything in there for you to hit! Pashy is already used to dreamlike existence!” she punctuated with her paw thrusting upwards, stretching longer than her arm should allow to slam the hardest part of her palm into his chin.

This had the unfortunate side effect of her wrist being gripped and the hound being whipped straight upwards through the center of the crown window, splitting what had been a mountain completely in two before those halves were pushed to the side as the master leapt between the walls to shoot past Pashy, meeting her at the apex of her momentum to crash an elbow into her neck that sent her shooting down to exposed bedrock, leaving a perfect outline of herself on impact.

“I admit that your blows are heavy, second pup.” the master grunted upon landing next to the Pashy outline still containing the concussed hellhound until she was wrenched out by the grasp of her opponent, tweeting birds and floating stars around her head following her high into the air, held at the scruff of her neck. “But you are even more a newborn than your other. You cannot win.”

His only response was a raspberry blown into his face followed by two hound paws sinking into his chest, flipping backwards out of his grip and landing on a disc of Passion colored Flame. “We haven’t lost yet! That means we can win, stuuuuuuuuuupid!” She puffed up, every strand of fur on her body starting to glow before suddenly going out and her entire posture deflating. “Pashy’s TIRED though! Mountains HURT!! You’ve figured it out, right?” she asked the air, closing her eyes. The Passionate Crown exploded into an aura wrapped around a rapidly growing form, towering over the master again without even needing the floating platform. The returned Passion didn’t even open her eyes before becoming a rocket of motion, paws swinging wildly into the perfect guard of her foe.

“Perhaps you should have stayed wherever you went, first pup. You are predictable as befo-” the admonishment died as Passion colored Flame curled into a balled fist and collided with his chin, then his torso, his legs, his back. Dozens, hundreds, thousands of barely tangible arms manifesting just long enough to batter him with blows from every angle from the Flame as Big Sister Passion opened her eyes to reveal big bangs going off in each of them. “I figured it out, YEAH!” she screamed, becoming motion itself as uncountable blows fired off from every angle. “This is amazing! I should have let you front ages ago! THIS is what it feels like to not have species dysphoria!?” she continued to scream with manic joy, laughter stopping for only a moment as a blow collided with her stomach and stopped the assault for just long enough to spit mass out directly into the eyes of the master, then continuing even louder and faster than before.

The two figures became a Passion colored shooting star running across the ground, destroying everything in it’s path as craters manifested from the sheer force of their blows connecting. “HeeeheheeeeeeeeAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAHAAHAAA! THIS IS AMAZING!!!! YOU FEEL LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME, OLD MAN!?” Passion bellowed before her head was reduced to component atoms from the first fully serious punch thrown at it in weeks, regenerating in an instant already wearing a shit eating grin before the arms of Flame turned into a grapple, an infinity of limbs gripping every joint. “What do you know about a Hellhound’s Flame, buddy?!”

The master’s eyes narrowed, still covered in Passionate mass. “It is the physical manifestation of the beast’s internal world.” His answer was met with excited claps from Big Sister Passion’s meat paws and confetti manifesting from thin air to rain down around them. “That’s riiiiiiiiiiiight~! And if you’re covered in that Flame from every angle, you’re IN that internal world! YOU’RE ALREADY A PIECE OF ME, ASSHOLE!” she shrieked, paw curling into a familiar fist before a blow with several thousand years more weight behind it than she should possess collided with the master’s chest and then pierced straight through, gripping one of his several dozen beating hearts tight.

The last thing the watching audience saw was a look of resignation on their champion’s face and Big Sister Passion waving her free paw to them while smiling as the cameras all cut out at once, reduced to nothing more than mass as Passion colored flame overtook the entire bound field and then compressed in on itself. Crews outside the field expecting to run in to interview the strongest living creature this grand civilization had ever seen ran in instead to begin filming a single mote of Flame burning in the air surrounded by sludge that used to be part of their home world.

In orbit satellites that were never meant to face the surface began to turn, weapons began to charge. Deep inside that Passion colored Flame, one figure stood while the other shrieked in pain, writhing around on the floor and slamming paws into nothingness hard enough to crack it. “250 trillion years is a long time to make your own.” the master said, staring down at the Hellhound ripping her own probability covered fur out and screaming. “Maybe if you had more time, this would not hurt so badly… is it truly worth it?”

“OF COURSE IT IS! IT’S FOR ME AND MY FAMILY!” Passion screamed through cracking teeth, gripping her own metaphysical skull hard enough that it creaked audibly even in the physical space outside the mote of Flame she had become.

“I see… something so simple. I’d forgotten. Several orbital rail cannons are charging as we speak, ready to reduce the mote of Flame you have become to nothing using paracasual ammunition. You have 45 seconds in real time before the first shot collides with the two…” the master stopped, looking to the side to see Pashy in a little bed, comfortable and cozy under the covers, snoring loud enough to blow her little sleeping cap around. “. . . the three of us. I’m afraid that it’s going to take you at least five minutes to subsume the totality of my legend and reconstitute yourself.”

“WELL I’LL DO IT FASTER THEN!” Passion answered, tearing chunks of metaphysical flesh out in a desperate attempt to focus on a different kind of pain than 250 trillion years that didn’t belong to her being forced deep into her self, trying to force herself to her paws only to immediately topple back over into a heap.

“That is not an option, it seems.” the master said, stroking his chin. “Perhaps… to use parlance you would prefer, we can make a bet.” metaphysical eyes met and ideas moved between souls without the need for words. Passion’s paw sunk deep into her own chest, forcing her metaphysical heart to beat faster, for the Passion colored surroundings of her internal abyss to flare back up into Flame. “Haaaah… sick. Wicked sick! You’re on!”

Back in the physical plane, a white hot bullet of strange matter that shouldn’t have been created yet burst through the atmosphere and screamed it’s descent down to the beast that had done the impossible. Even a Hellhound’s Flame could have paradox forced into it through such a weapon, be forced to reckon with it’s own impossibility. Moments before it could collide and end everything however it found only a waiting paw bursting forth from the mote of Flame, catching it like nothing more than a slowly tossed ball and flicking it back out into orbit in a single frame, the clouds scattering from the second coming of the projectile revealing the glittering light of weapons moving about in orbit and firing towards the surface.

Fur of passion burst into being wrapped around that paw as a new Hellhound forced itself free from the mote of Flame. Towering in stature, covered in perfectly toned muscles that suggested infinite flexibility and strength. Eyes opened to reveal the wisdom of age becoming a night’s sky full of constellations, and from a scar forming on her chest Flame the color of Experience burst into being as she took the same stance as the old master did. The sky became a rain of things that would not be made for several millennia, objects unstuck in time with no mission other than to eliminate the past. Each paradoxical droplet found only the waiting umbrella of uncountable paws made of Experienced Flame, each flicked back upwards as the planet’s orbit was filled with enough space debris to lock everyone on it if they only had standard spacecraft to escape with in a matter of minutes.

Tail swaying behind her, the wolfish features of the new Hellhound turned to find a still rolling camera left behind by the crew that had fled the moment weaponry started to turn to face the planet. “All of you knew me as the greatest warrior you had ever seen for so long that I had forgotten what it was like to be anything else. Sorry to say this, but I am going to be spending the foreseeable future as Little Sister Experience.” she declared as the mote of Passionate Flame behind her finally exploded into a pillar that reached the orbiting moon, then slammed back down into Big Sister Passion, Flame burning brighter and deeper than it had at the beginning of all of this. She looked her new little sister up and down. “Can’t say I don’t approve, but I want the record to state that I had nothin’ to do with the color of your fur.”

“Certainly. I just need a reminder of what defeated me, and what I will defeat in the future… Big Sister.”

“Sick.” Big Sister Passion grinned before noticing the camera. “Have fun with your last few seconds! Enjoy a hole in history, bozos! All you’re gonna remember, all you’re gonna NEED to remember…” she started as her Flame began to encompass everything around her, wrapping around the entire planet in seconds. “Is that Big Sister Passion was here. Toodles!”

It’s said that one of the greatest, most powerful galactic civilizations in the known universe once had a home world. Naturally, they had to have come from SOMEWHERE. There are records that none of them came from the colony worlds that they lived in. Yet not a single member of the species, of any of the species that had been accepted into the civilization, could tell you it’s name, what it looked like, a single detail. All they could do was grit their teeth, ball their fist and wish for an end to Hellhounds.

An eternity of light years away, Big Sister Passion sneezed into the void, wiping her nose off on a passing asteroid before sighing. “GAWD this is BORING!” she whined, Passionate Flame slamming physical and metaphysical mass together to form a plane within her own internal cosmos. “Wanna try me now, sis? Give me something fun to do?” she begged, eyes watering as she turned to the meditating Little Sister Experience.

“No, sister. I bet you that I could grow strong enough to defeat you at your peak in the future only two days ago. The peak doesn’t come that fast.” was her only answer, Experience’s eyes not even opening.

Passion huffed and pouted before returning to her task. “Fine. Then you have to work security until I can get violence turned all the way off!”