text: [Themes: sci-fi, female protagonist, LGBT]
  
  You wake up comfortably in the warm embrace of a sleepy Serah who gently pushes her hair out of your sheets. "Hello darling, I hope you are prepared for the victory celebration tonight." whispers in your ear while her warm tongue runs over your cheek with morose delight as if you were a chocolate ice cream.
  
  "Ahhhh" your body ecstatically moans, wishing you could extrude the young woman all day. "I'd love to continue, but We have to focus on the race.
  
  "You're right honey. I'll see you later." The young woman says and leaves leaving you stunned and yearning.
  
  Alone, you dress and prepare automatically while your member prepares to run the race of your life, between melancholy sighs.
  
  The path to the dining room is foggy in your mind one step after another, almost as if you felt another person moving your arms, your whole body. You put your hands to your head, gently massaging your temples until the sensation became tolerable. You know perfectly well that you cannot doubt
  
  "God, Brittania looks horrible on you. You must have confidence in the gods, we will make it."
  
  Your body bounces in the air scared; until you see the kind and gentle Tibba's face smiling at you.
  
  Without saying anything, you automatically smile, giving your old friend a hug who returns the same warm and confident gaze.%%RITE%=%2%Your body jumps in the air scared until you see Tibba watching you
  from the shadows.
  
  Something different lives inside. Until a few days ago Tibba was always the most loving person in your life, a teddy bear. Now looking at you with suspicion in his eyes; a sad angry person watches you behind the eyes of your partner. You both walk in silence in the direction of the dining room.%%
  
  Ring Ring...
  
  "You and your whole group get up preparing for the race, observing Babieca with Tibba for the thirteenth time in the morning, treating each piece with the greatest delicacy; without it, you are lost.
  
  "Don't worry boss, she's ready for the race of our lives," Tibba adds trying to cheer you up.
  
  You lovingly support your head on its tank feeling the purr and power of its engine on your skin. "Come on pretty let's win this race and get into that damn Castle."
  
  As always a gigantic white portal appears swallowing you bound for the metal wastelands of Metalia.
  
  But this time inside the portal everything is different. For the first time you see them all hundreds of groups dressed in the white overalls with a single will; Do everything possible so that you and your group Enter first in the most impenetrable base in the galaxy, The warped Castle, filled with treasures of legend.
  
  The harsh and dangerous beauty of the metallic earth makes you all take off the special glasses of the luminous dimension. You look around you without knowing what to do. The terrain is designed in a way that you cannot see your objective hidden behind a fog of battle.
  
  "I think you should give a speech to all these people," Laurel says thoughtfully while biting her thick upper lip with her heart beating like a time bomb.
  
  > give a speech
  I can't sacrifice these people. I don't have to sell my morals to win the race.
  
  There are here, an enormous mass of aliens from all the multiple universes, all forced by the Gods to fight to die to make you reach a goal, winning a race.
  
  "Brothers and Sisters forced to be here by Gods. The only thing important is winning. If I reach the Castle all of you will return to home with powers. All death revived. Think about the advantages, fight until death because it is the only way We all can survive!"
  
  Awkward silence is followed by a few claps. You have never been good at speeches, that was always your father thing. You sigh, anxious to start the race
  
  Babica's engine starts, running smoothly then you have ever thought. You then focus on the terrain, feeling the rough metal and any other problem to your bike performance. Everything around you is pure chaos when the first enemy forces collide and face the forces of light. Your mind focuses on piloting Babieca in the middle of that nightmare.
  
  Mines explode mere millimetres from the wheels, as Serah and Laurel try to keep the bike protected from harm. The sky darkens with the poisonous nanites of killer tomatoes.
  
  All of you cough, even with all the magical defences, breathing and seeing where you are going becomes a nightmare.
  
  You look at the data on the hud of your helmet with pessimism, the different teams are not doing too well and their morale is fragile. You sigh, if you want to survive, you have to win this race immediately.
  
  Tibba excitedly yells, "Boss, that is the fucking thief whore riding ... What the heck! On a huge robotic mantis?"
  
  You follow with your eyes the area that your second points out to you using the zoom of your helmet. Before your astonished eyes. A huge motorized figure appears the size of a two-story house. A strange fusion between alien and cyborg with the huge steel blade legs creating the suspension of a motorcycle steered by pure dark magic.instead of wheels
  
  Serah takes the lead and counsels you with her decades-long experience studying different enemies. She whispers to you through the helmet microphone. "It is slower than babieca and it is more fragile than it seems ... But it is much more powerful in pure attack force, with Susan, the tomato woman supporting it. I do not think we will be able to sneak away and continue the race we have to fight. "
  
  Tibba's voice quickly counterattacks "I don't have enough artillery even with the new plasma weapons to defeat that thing. We would need hundreds of war bikes. We only have one."
  
  Laurel sitting next to you quickly tries to mediate. "This can be fixed. With the help of Serah and other mages on the team, transform soldiers into war machines for a limited time but they won't be able to return to normal after that. It's almost worse than death."
  
  > try to fight without sacrificing anyone.
  "We don't need to sacrifice anyone we can do it!" you shout trying to show courage to your troops.
  
  "Are you kidding me? There's no way we're going to win. Believe me, I've been in this situation dozens of times!" Serah replies frustrated looking at you like you're crazy.
  
  The battle turns into a nightmare. More and more units are being devoured by the network of killer tomatoes infecting and release more and more spores.
  
  "Brittania, we are not going to be able to maintain this speed much longer. There are simply too many enemies" Tibba frustrated yells through his communicator as he desperately shoots a cloud of lead and laser energy on the cloud of zombies and metallic tomatoes falling on the winding track of this damn dimension.
  
  Laurel and Serah's hands bleed from the number of spells that are required to keep Babieca on track.
  
  Your ears tighten as you keep your fist clenched by pressing the throttle grip with the little energy you still have. Trying to detect the slightest problem in Babieca while the energy shield barely can resist hundreds of spells and bullets in your way.
  
  Pain beyond what words can explain. As the explosion launches you and your companions in all directions before you could ever understand what has happened. The only thought in your mind is that The race is lost.
  
  > The last struggles.
  The desolate metal desert shifts, becoming noisy, filled with grunts and engine noises, coming at you from all directions.
  
  "Meet my army!" Susan the hooded figure sadistically says, smirking. You see her, climbing off the mantis again strolling at the cursed metal of the planet.
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  There are hundreds of grotesque metal figures. It is a difficult pill to swallow that this was your army, the other groups about to support you towards winning the race. The closer ones are already ending their transformation; they are now half motorcycles, half lions, roaring and releasing kerosene flares eradicating any member of the light side remaining in the metallic battlefield.
  
  You just run, no matter the direction. feeling the roughness of the metallic soil in your barefoot.
  
  Copper wolves with powerful legs fused to quad chassis block your way in all directions howling.
  
  Soon more and more, Gasoline and Chromo animals. Iron and Titanium, circling taunting you. The fierce stare of red neon bulbs is like a mockery of your leadership.
  
  The darkness team avatar's laughter, hovering above you, hurts your ears, "What did you anticipate? What would you win without staining your hands with blood? That is the reason you, the light team always lose, you are not willing to do what is necessary."
  
  If you know anything about psycho raiders like those who prey on the deserts of your home, it is that they cannot resist approaching to torture and taunt the victim kneeling at their feet.
  
  "Please, I'll do what you want but don't torture me!" you say kneeling smile the rough and hard ground cutting your skin until you bleed.
  
  you hear her malevolent laugh mixed with the s of her stilettos on the pavement ...
  
  closer and closer your head spins, but you smile you just have to get a little closer to th detonation area of your plasma grenade you only have one but it should be enough.
  
  "Stay away from Brittania!" a crawling injured Serah screams, threatening Susan with the little remaining strength in her battered body
  
  "Shit, Serah is in the blast radius!"
  
  Should I explode it or... Serah will be caught in the middle of the explosion.
  
  > say "I'm sorry... I can not harm Serah."
  "Oh, it seems that the avatar of light has a flaming whore. Don't worry, you will see her suffer my tomatoes gentle care until she, transformed into one of my zombies, feast on you!" Susan says with the same face of a child with a bag of candies.
  
  The warped castle, headquarters
  
  A huge office with only a large glass table and a holographic computer being used by a dwarf god, floating comfortably looking at the screen. His normally blue face is now purple with sheer outrage.
  
  He doesn't even deign to look at the hologram that just entered the room. "The fool, did you really think that you were going to get away with it?
  
  On the holographic screens, the transformation of the humanoid Serah into a mutant engender half plant half cyborg, who is slowly heading to devour the defenceless avatar of light.
  
  The young holographic image seems to speak in embarrassment looking at the ground "Me."
  
  "Do not continue. If you try to tamper with the competition again you will be annihilated. Now go organize the next event."