Eager to see a new fusion, you took out the matching BeastCubes. "Okay! Let´s merge a new champ!" Putting the orange lens in front of the first BeastCube, you fired the laser right through it. Instantly the laser changed color, going from red to orange, corresponding with the lens - which was in fact a Crest. One you shouldn´t have at this point, but who cared for that, with your honor on the line? Arena Master Molly, your last opponent, had not only defeated you, but did so with some kind of Super-Beastie right out of a redical - I mean radical! - hack! The light found its mark, hitting Annie and bathing her in a soft glow.
"Me first, huh?" Annie smiled. "This time I´m prepared." She winked at Belle, laying an arm around her and pulled her in, like striking a pose for a photo. "Come on, sheep. Relax. Smile into the camera."
"Camera?", Belle asked, obviously unsure with this girl, who up to this point hadn´t shown any interest for the newest member of your team.
"Yes, it´s right there."
You changed the Cubes, fired another orange laser, this time at Belle. "Here it goes."
Before your eyes, your two BeastGirls quickly became someone else. Their clothing was the first to go, turning into a more gaseous form, with Annie giggling and Belle rapidly blushing. Sparks and flames danced around them, had that happened before? But before you could even ask, Annie turned slightly and pressed herself against the naked form of her comrade. Belle gave a high pitched baa of surprise and from impuls tried to back away, but, already, they pressed into each other. The dancing flames and sparks swirled stronger, interrupting the view. That was definitely new! The first merge had been a tangled mess of body parts and awkwardness, right? But this was way more like a magical girl transformation, minus the music.
You turned to Phil. „Is that normal?“
„It is“, he said, „quite frankly not what I would call a normal sight.“ He began to scribble something into his notepad.
Somewhere inside the twister of light and pretty colours was a form, which warped and changed, until it found itself back to something more solid. Out of the glitter show bursted a new BeastGirl, and you took a step back, because she was totally not what you had expected.
As it was the usual, the new girl was taller than Annie, but slightly smaller than Belle after her latest evolution. Her hair was bright as the shinging sun and wavy, with two rather small, curled sheep horns sticking out. For the Heatdraka part she still had a tail with burning tip, albeit it was thinner, more slender than before. And, she was unreasonable beautiful.
The new BeastGirl, looking closely upon herself, was pretty pleased with her looks. "Oh boy, am I cute or am I cute?"
You, on the other hand, were quite perplexed. "Uh … Where is your armor? One second before, one of you had armor!" Indeed, there was nothing of Belle´s armor to be seen. Nor could you recognize any modern clothing Annie had worn. The new girl wore a Dirndl dress, a blue bodice and skirt with fiery red apron, white blouse and dangerously low neckline. Her breasts were like mountains, a deep valley between them. Her chest needed no push up, but the dress was more than happy to deliver the push regardless.
„Like, hey Leute“, she cooed, „Kommt ihr öfter hierher? Gehen wir alle zusammen zum Oktoberfest!“
You frowned. „Uh … Are you feeling alright?“
„Of course“, she answered. „No trace of German Angst in sight.“
„What is … what?“
„Fear of life itself“, she said, cheerfully.
By your side, Phil was still scribbling. No, he was drawing something, with many curves. „Did she say something insightful? - Remember, I cannot understand BeastMon like you do.“
„She is just babbling some stereotyped nonsense.“
„Oh.“
„In another language.“
„Oooh.“
The fusion gave you an adorable smile. "Lucas? I need a new name, right?"
Right she was, of course. "Okay", you said, "Let´s see! By the last time, we merged your names. Annie and Racer to Racie, remember?"
"Should I not remember?"
You faltered for a moment. "I don´t know, it felt like months ago – anyway!“ You decided to simply move the plot – er, the plan – forward. „I have already thought something up. For this time, let´s go with Annelle or Bennie or .. or Bellie or or ..."
"How about Anniebelle?"
"I suggested Racerannie the last time, and you didn´t like it. Anniebelle is the same!"
"Anniebelle is not the same as Racerannie."
"The same principle."
She smiled once again. „You have such a Backpfeifengesicht.“
„What is that?“
„A face in dire need of a slap.“
Heavens. And here you had hope for a friendly girl through and through. But there was too much Annie in the mix, not enough Belle. „Oh, thank you, Bennie. That will help your cause.“
With her hands folded behind her back, she smiled kittenish. "Anniebelle it is. I will not hear command for any other name. Especially not Bennie!"
After a moment, you sighed. "Ugh ... fine." And suddenly Anniebelle jumped you, hugged you, pressing your face into her overflowing bosom. So high were her mountains, you found it difficult to breathe.
"Yaaaay! - And now let´s destroy some frog! And get some Bratwurst und Bier!"