Arch Vs. Tech (inflation, F/f, F/F, magic, science, excessive size/cum)

Since the beginning of sentience the order has always been, survival of the fittest. Might-over-Right as some say. Evolution constantly works to balance the field but ultimately Humans will always try to exert their own will on nature. Nature, however, does not play fair and so gave the humans a new enemy to fight. Themselves. Their brains had evolved down two paths. One path was that of technology; The use and recycling of resources to better suit the user's needs. The other was down the path of the arcane; the ability to force ones will to alter the world. With such an obvious difference between the two the argument quickly sprang up as to which was better. It was only a matter of time before all out conflict was waged. Two ideals fighting for dominance over the other, fighting to stalemate, retreating, rethinking and fighting again. For decades, then for centuries, until no one could remember to original reason, only that Archs were to kill Techs, and vice versa. This is where the story begins to turn... lines begin to blur and with luck, peace... or not, we'll see.

We'll start By introducing Julia. A maiden of the Arcane Elite Troops, but not by choice. Some in this military are volunteers, while others are conscripted to service against their will or branded a traitor and publicly humiliated thus branding their family along with them. It should be noted that the Archs have an interesting military to say the least and are classified thusly. Males: Carrying large amounts of energy and proficient with physical spells, such as Elemental, summoned minions, transformation, etc. Females, not as much energy as the males but with the use on non-physical spells such as telepathy, illusion, divination, healing, etc. Then the rarest were the "Futanari" an ancient oriental term for androgynous people who were both males and female which come in a variety of different types. Because they are both masculine and feminine they are capable of doing so much more with magic. Capable of physical and non-physical spells as well and some that have not been categorized yet, such as teleportation, dimensional travel or even making a clone of themselves. In addition to this they have more power then most males but less control them most females. In a rage many have pushed beyond their limits and "Detonated" on the field of battled leaving behind not more then a red mist and some bone fragments. Julia fears that one day she may be such a victim of circumstance. There were already so few In the "Futa Squad" as they called it that any who died in such a way were reveled as heroes. Julia did not like that idea, it sounded to much like the ancient Norse style. "To die in combat is the Greatest Honor and will ensure your travel to Valhalla." or something similar. Julia looked around at the other Futa left in the Arch Military. Including herself there were Ten, when she was first conscripted there were three. She had been doing her best to wash away the idea of purposely sacrificing ones life for a momentary victory, and some of it seemed to be taking. Though some were still more aggressive then others. There was one who had augmented her body with an Iron golems right arm. Fearsome now but also permanent. If that girl lived long enough to retire, she'd regret that decision. Another had seen so many battles and friends fall that she had disconnected with the others.

Julia was not a fan of the barracks, they smelled like sex, since that was what many of them did with their free time aside from research new spells for sex or combat. Julia decided she'd rather wander into the fresh air of the shopping arcade. Many people knew Julia and offered her items to keep her safe in battle. She would smile and decline gracefully, while others would look away and avoid her as if she were going to Detonate without warning. She finally found a place to sit and watch the people. A young, nervous looking, woman caught her eye as approached Julia. "Pardons miss, but are you... well... Futa?" Julia looked the woman over before answering. Her knees were weak and bent inward and eye were shifting away from Julia’s as if embarrassed. "I am." The woman relaxed slightly before speaking again. "Would you... sire my child?" Another proposition, Julia tired of these. Women got it in their heads somewhere that having sex with a Futa was a sure fire way to make more. "You jest Madam. You are not more than fifteen years. That is a crime for me, as you must well know I am three times

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