AresJoxerCupidStrife - Scorpio

Requisites for Eternity
Reconstructing Joxer
Rejection and Romance
Regalia of Decadence
Reconcilliation






TITLE: Requisites for Eternity
SERIES: Requisition: A Bride for War
AUTHOR: Scorpio
ARCHIVE: T.G.I.F., The Nesting Place, Joxerotica, AJCS

FANDOM: Xena fic...
PAIRING: Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife
TRANS: Joxer
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Transgender! Humor, First Times
WARNING: Transgender! Het-smut.
DISCLAIMER: They *technically* belong to Ren Fics and Flat Earth Prod. But,
they might not want 'em back once they see what I've done to 'em. ::smirks::

SUMMARY: Hera proclaims that Ares must get married. His family choses his
bride, but there's just one problem... Joxer is the wrong gender!



Requisition: A Bride for War (One)


-*-
Requisites for Eternity
-*-

HERA: I am -very- serious about this!

The Queen of the Gods glared around the War Temple's
throne room, her pale eyes catching and holding everyone's
before she continued.

HERA: One month. That's all the time you have to find the
person you are to marry. -One- month.

In a crackling sizzle of sparks and a glass shattering sonic
boom, the irate Goddess of Marriage disappeared. The
others all breathed a sigh of relief. Except for Ares. The
War God stood tense and angry before his throne.

ARES: This is ridiculous! I am so sick and tired of getting
caught in the middle of every fight she has with the old
goat.

STRIFE: Careful there Unk. Ya don' wanna end up
soundin' like Jerkules, now do ya?

ARES: *growls* No matter -how- much my idiot half
brother whines about the crap Hera and Zeus put him
through, we all know that he merely feels the fallout from
the blasts that -we- take.

The four others all paused a moment to absorb this truth as
well as the fact that out of them all, -Ares- gets more crap
to deal with than anyone.

ARES: This is the last straw. I refuse to play these games
anymore. I'm outta here.

In a shower of red energy, Ares left his hall to his two
favorite sisters and their sons. For long moments, no one
spoke as they all just blinked in stunned amazement. Then,
the Goddess of Love pulled herself together.

DITE: Poor Arry. The stress has fried his mind. So... -we-
will have to find a bride -for- him.

Cupid nodded his blonde head in enthusiastic agreement.
Eris and Strife just exchanged incredulous glances before
breaking down into hysterical giggles.

ERIS: -Blondes!- Ya gotta love 'em!

Two blondes turned to glare at the two giggling brunettes.

CUPID: Are you guys gonna help us fix Pops up with
someone and get old grumpy-britches off his case... or
what?

Discord and Mischief both tried valiantly to calm down and
control themselves. All it took was one shared glance at
each other to send them both off onto a new round of
hysterics.

Insulted and hurt, the Goddess of Love stood up, motioning
for her son to join her. However, before they could
shimmer out of the Temple of War, Discord managed to
calm down enough to speak.

ERIS: Wait! *giggle* We -want- to *snort* help. It's just...
-no one- has ever *giggle* asked -us- for relationship
advice. It's... funny!

A naughty grin on his face, Strife nodded his agreement
with Discord. Molified, Dite sat back down, her son
following her lead once again.

CUPID: It should be someone who can stay loyal. A real
"faithful" type person.

DITE: Someone who thinks Arry is -hot-!

CUPID: We need to make sure this person has a big heart,
one that can love even War.

DITE: Stamina. Ares' bride needs -lots- of stamina.

CUPID: Someone who can -understand- Pops. Someone
who will soften his rough edges, but not try to change him.

DITE: We have to find someone limber. Flexible. Someone
who won't break the first time Arry tries to bend her in half.

The Goddess of Love and the Goddess of Discord glanced
at each other, identical smirking leers on their faces.

CUPID: Ares' bride also needs to have inner strength.
Someone weak willed is gonna end up an emotional wreak
after one month.

DITE: And adventuresome. We should make sure that
whoever we chose isn't someone that is afraid to try new
things.

CUPID: Romance is -so- important in a good marriage, so
we have to find someone with a poetic and romantic soul.
And a generous giving heart.

STRIFE: Uh... I don' mean ta interrupt your brilliance or
nothin', but... ya realize that your describing Joxer, right?

Everyone blinked at him in shock. Silence descended for a
brief moment.

ERIS: What?

STRIFE: Joxer the *snicker* Mighty. He's th' guy that's
always travelin' around wit' Xena and her dippy bard.

CUPID: *sputters* But... but...

STRIFE: Hey! He's got -all- of your sappy mushy
requirements. Loyalty, lovin' generous heart, romantic soul
an' all. -Plus- I know he's athletic enough ta keep up wit'
Unc Ares.

CUPID: *sputters some more* But... but...

DITE: Strifebabe, I hate to burst your demented bubble, but
unlike you and Cupie here, Arry does -not- have sex with
men. He only likes women.

For the briefest of moments, the Mischief God looked
crushed while his husband, the God of Love looked smug.
Then, the Goddess of Discord tried to help. Oddly enough,
she was being sincere.

ERIS: We could always hit Joxer with a spell to change
him into a female. That'll keep his, you know, inner
qualities intact, but it'll make his outer qualities more
*smirk* Ares friendly.

A breathless pause sucks all the sound out of the room as
everyone considers Discord's idea.

DITE: Okay. Sounds doable. Joxie it is. We can take him to
Hephy's Temple here on Olympus. He -never- uses it. If he
leaves Lemnos at all, he always comes to my Temple
anyway. Besides, I don't think he'd mind.

ERIS: Cool. Strife and I can go get the *giggles* bride-to-be
if you can figure out the gender-switch spell.

DITE: No problem-o. I already have an idea for that. I just
want a chance to test it out first. Once it's ready, I'll need
you and Strifebabe to help power the spell on Joxie.

ERIS: We'd be delighted to help, huh kiddo?

STRIFE: Sure thin' Ma. Anythin' for Unc Ares.

CUPID: *sputters* But... but...



TITLE: Reconstructing Joxer
SERIES: Requisition: A Bride for War
AUTHOR: Scorpio
ARCHIVE: T.G.I.F., The Nesting Place, Joxerotica, AJCS

FANDOM: Xena fic...
PAIRING: Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife
TRANS: Joxer
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Transgender! Humor, First Times
WARNING: Transgender! Het-smut.
DISCLAIMER: They *technically* belong to Ren Fics and Flat Earth Prod. But,
they might not want 'em back once they see what I've done to 'em. ::smirks::

SUMMARY: Hera proclaims that Ares must get married. His family choses his
bride, but there's just one problem... Joxer is the wrong gender!



Requisition: A Bride for War (Two)


-*-
Reconstructing Joxer
-*-

The Goddess of Discord and the God of Mischief appeared
inside of the Olympian Temple of Fire and the Forge with a
panicky and struggling mortal captured between them.

JOXER: Hey! Let me go! *whimper* Please?

STRIFE: Ahhh Jox, don' worry ya head none. We ain't
gonna hurt'cha. *beat* Much.

ERIS: *snicker*

The two blondes looked up from their preparations for the
spell while the crippled God of the Forge was setting up a
place to secure the mortal. This makes sense since his
Temple doesn't have a flat topped alter, but a forge instead.

DITE: Hi Joxie! *bright cheerful smile*

JOXER: *gulp* Aphrodite? Um... help?

DITE: I *am* helping. Silly.

ERIS and STRIFE: *giggles*

DITE: Hey, could you two help Hephy chain Joxie up over
there? We need him to stay as still as possible when we
turn him into a female.

STRIFE: No prob, Aunt Dite. We -like- chainin' people up.

CUPID: *wicked chuckle* I could write a book on how
much you enjoy chaining people up, lover.

ERIS, DITE and HEPH: *snicker*

JOXER: Female? No! No! I, um... I -like- all my bits just
the way they are!

Discord and Mischief dragged the unwilling bride-to-be
over to Hephaestus. It was short work for the three
Olympians to get Joxer the Mighty chained up to the
smooth brown stone wall.

HEPH: Uh... I've been thinking about this "turning Joxer
into a woman" thing.

JOXER: Having doubts? -Good- Then let me go!

DITE: What do you mean, studmuffin? This is a -good-
idea. It'll work!

JOXER: *whimper*

HEPH: I'm thinking that after he is a she, we should
probably, you know, help him adjust. Let him learn -how-
to be a woman, ya know, -before- we bring him to Ares.

STRIFE: Hey! Great idea, Unc Heph. I could teach Jox
here the finer points of bondage. She'll -need- that skill if
we're gonna marry her off ta Unc Ares.

JOXER: *whimper* Me? Marry the God of -War-?!?! *faints
dead away*

ERIS: *snicker*

-*-

Waking slowly and with much disorientation, Joxer
realized that he was lying down somewhere flat, soft and
warm. Remembering the wild nightmare he had last night,
a frown twists his lips down.

DITE: Hey! I think she's waking up!

The unexpected sound of the Love Goddess' voice startled
Joxer fully awake. His eyes snapped open. Only to show
that he was lying in a big bed with Aphrodite, Cupid, Strife,
Eris and Hephaestus all standing around him in a half
circle... staring intently at him.

JOXER: Um...?

STRIFE: Mornin' Jox. Feel bettah afta ya nap?

JOXER: *blink* Nap?

ERIS: Yeah. You passed out before we even cast the spells.
You slept right through them all.

JOXER: Spells?

The five deities exchanged meaningful glances for a long
moment and then as one, four of them turned pleading eyes
on Cupid... the only God who had been against this from
the start. The blonde God of Love glared at each of his
family members in turn, before shuffling forward to sit on
the edge of the bed next to Joxer.

CUPID: See Jox, it's like this. Gran'ma gave Pops just one
month ta find a girl ta marry. Only problem is, Pops
-flipped- big time, so... -we- decided ta find a bride for
him.

JOXER: *whimper*

CUPID: We chose -you-. So, we uh... well, we sort of...
um...

STRIFE: What th' featha-head is tryin' ta say is we turned
ya inta a chick.

JOXER: What!?!?

ERIS: *giggles* We stole your dick.

JOXER: *goes pale*

ERIS: Don't worry. We replaced it with a set of tits.

Joxer, the not so might but definitely freaked out, lifted
edge of the blanket up and peered underneath to see his...
no, -her- brand new perky breasts.

JOXER: Ahhhhh!!!!

DITE, HEPH and CUPID: Eris! *triple glare*

STRIFE: *snicker*

-*-

Joxer stood in front of a gilded mirror staring at her new
body. Everything still seemed very unreal to her, so she
figured that she would just go with the flow. At least, until
the shock wore off and she went crazy.

DITE: Well? What do you think? We do good work, huh?

The reflection in the mirror showed Joxer a slim woman
with soft brown hair, pale creamy skin and exotic eyes. She
had a narrow waist above hips that flared out over long
long legs and shapely perky breasts that stood out and
jiggled with every movement.

JOXER: Yeah. You do. *blushes* Good work, I mean,
Ah... *points to reflection in mirror* she's really... um,
pretty.

DITE: -She- is -you- Joxie.

JOXER: Um... that's the part that's not so easy to accept. I
mean, I've spent the last 27 years as a -guy-. I haven't even
had 27 -hours- as a girl.

CUPID: Don't worry Jox. We're all gonna help ya. It took
all five of us to change your gender, but we also gave you
some gifts too. We'll teach you how to be a woman as well
as how to use your gifts.

JOXER: Gifts? What do you mean, gifts?

CUPID: Well, it's really quite simple. For example, you
tend to be clumsy. That's more of a problem with your
balance. It's -never- been real good. Now, your center of
gravity is changed, so Mom worked on your grace. She'll
teach you how to find you balance and -use- it to your
advantage, instead of you getting stuck fighting it.

JOXER: Balance? Grace?

DITE: Yeah sweetie. Once you and I have your balance
down pat you'll find that you won't be stumbling and falling
as much as you used to. I'm gonna be your first teacher.
Once -I'm- done with you, I'll send you off for lessons with
the others.

JOXER: Others?

CUPID: Yeah. Me, Strife, Aunt Eris and Daddy Heph.

JOXER: *blinks* Um... I don't know if this is such a good
idea.

CUPID: It'll be -fun-. Mom'll teach you how to walk and
act like a girl. She's the -best- at that. You couldn't ask for a
better teacher. Me, I'll teach you how to dance and all about
social situations. Aunt Eris and Daddy Heph are gonna
work with you about weapons and fighting. Pops will insist
on that kinda knowledge in his bride. And Strife, he's
already promised ta teach you about different forms of...
um, play.

DITE and CUPID: *snickers and giggles*

JOXER: I... I...

The Goddess of Love stood up and walked over to the
woman standing in front of the mirror. The pink and blonde
Goddess stood next to the altered mortal and smiled
reassuringly.

DITE: Don't worry Joxie. It'll be fine, you'll see.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the normally flighty blonde
was all business.

DITE: Lesson number one. Your center of gravity is in a
different place now. In guys, it's in their chests, but with
women, it's down lower in their abdomen. Between their
hips. This is so women don't fall over on their faces when
they are pregnant. So... you have to find your balance
-here-.

With those words, the Goddess of Love reached out one
perfectly manicured hand and touched Joxer low on her
stomach.



TITLE: Rejection and Romance
SERIES: Requisition: A Bride for War
AUTHOR: Scorpio
ARCHIVE: T.G.I.F., The Nesting Place, Joxerotica, AJCS

FANDOM: Xena fic...
PAIRING: Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife
TRANS: Joxer
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Transgender! Humor, First Times
WARNING: Transgender! Het-smut.
DISCLAIMER: They *technically* belong to Ren Fics and Flat Earth Prod. But,
they might not want 'em back once they see what I've done to 'em. ::smirks::

SUMMARY: Hera proclaims that Ares must get married. His family choses his
bride, but there's just one problem... Joxer is the wrong gender!



Requisition: A Bride for War (Three)


-*-
Rejection and Romance
-*-

Joxer stood there in the armor that Hephaestus had made
specifically for her and her new female form. The armor
was beautiful, light and protected her well. Which was a
good thing since she was sparring with the Goddess of
Discord... and Eris was an -excellent- fighter.

JOXER: Ugh!... *pants* This two handed fighting isn't as
easy as it looks.

ERIS: *giggles* True. You're not doing so bad though, I'm
impressed with how much you've learned so fast.

The Goddess twisted around in a blurry swirl of raven
black hair and gleaming silver blades. Not as fast or as
skilled, Joxer tried to match her. One blade got through her
defenses and banged off of her armor.

JOXER: Oh! Shit! I'm gonna be a huge bruise by
tomorrow!

ERIS: *wicked chuckle*

It was then that a shimmering change in the energy patterns
inside of the Temple of Fire and the Forge distracted the
Goddess of Discord. Joxer got through -her- defenses.
Shocked, both women went down in a tumbled tangle of
limbs and weapons.

JOXER: Discord? You okay?

ERIS: Yeah. Shhh... I'm consentrating.

A long moment stretched out uncomfortably while
Hephaestus limped over towards them.

HEPH: It feels like Ares is here. I should go see what he
wants.

ERIS: Why would he come -here- though? Whenever he
needs new weapons, doesn't he always go to your Forge on
Lemnos?

HEPH: Yeah. He does.

Another shimmering sensation of energy watched over the
senses of the God and Goddess.

ERIS: Ahhh-oh. That's Dite out there with him.

JOXER: I don't understand. What's going on?

ERIS: Here. Listen.

The Goddess of Discord waved one hand through the air.
The room seemed to stretch out of shape for a brief instant,
but when it snapped back into shape, Joxer found that she
could hear what was being said in the other room.

ARES: No, that's -not- the point. I wanna know why all of
you have suddenly taken to hiding out here in Heph's
Temple.

DITE: But...

ARES: No. I'd buy the whole Strife and Cupid need a place
to be alone together if it weren't for the fact that you and
Eris are -also- hanging out here as well. And Heph's spent
more time on Olympus in the last three weeks than he has
in the last three centuries. So -spill- it Dite. -Now!-

DITE: Fine! But we're just trying to help you out with old
prune-face!

ARES: What? What are you taking about Dite. I'm
beginning to lose my patience. What did you guys -do-?
And is Hera gonna blame -me- for it?

DITE: No. It's nothing bad. She just said that you needed to
get married, right? And you refused to look for a bride...
so, well, -we- went out and -made- you one.

A long pause fills the air and everyone can feel the tension
mount.

ARES: You -made- me a bride?

DITE: Yeah. It's been lots of fun. We're still training her for
you, but she'll be ready by the time the month is out. Hera
will marry you off to her and then she's off your case.
Problem solved, right?

ARES: No, Dite. Problem -not- solved. I'm not going
through with this... stupidity. I wasn't amused when Hera
made her little announcement and I'm not amused now. I'm
-not- getting married to your little project, so just forget it.

A swirling rush of sound followed by a loud boom let the
three eavesdroppers know that the War God had left in a
huff. Dismissing the spell to hear, Discord looked up at
Hephaestus.

ERIS: We should all try to figure out how to calm Ares
down. This whole plan will go to Tartarus is he won't play
along. Who -knows- what sort of shit will hit the fan if
Hera doesn't get her way.

HEPH: True. Very true. Maybe Cupid could hit Ares with
some Arrows?

ERIS: I don't know. I think we need to talk to Dite about
this.

HEPH: Yeah. You're right. Let's go.

The Goddess of Discord and the God of Fire and the Forge
dissolved in a shower of colored energy sparks, leaving
Joxer feeling displaced and rejected... by her God who was
also her husband-to-be. Indignant anger and humiliation
swirling around and around in her mind, she picked herself
up off of the floor. And fled.

JOXER and APOLLO: Oouuff!

Not really looking where she was going, as soon as Joxer
exited Heph's Temple, she turned and ran blindly through
the streets, only to slam into another person... or God.

JOXER: Oh no! I'm so sorry. So very sorry. Please don't
kill me, I didn't mean it. Honest. I'm so sorry.

APOLLO: No, no. It's okay. Are you hurt? Here, let me
help you back up.

Joxer looked up into big bright blue eyes the color of the
sky. They were absolutely beautiful and they were set in a
handsome face with golden skin. Hair, bright shinning
blonde fell in soft waves about that lovely face. Joxer's
hormones suddenly kicked in... for the first time as a
female.

JOXER: Oh my...

APOLLO: *seductive grin* I'm sure I haven't seen you
around here before. Where did you come from?

JOXER: Yeah. I... uh, I was with Aphrodite. She's trying
to make me act more like a woman. Which isn't easy
because Eris wants to turn me into a warrior. Then Ares
showed up and... things went from bad to worse. So I...
well, I ran.

APOLLO: *blinks rapidly* Wow. That's quite a story. Two
Goddesses trying to give you a makeover and the God of
bad attitudes interrupting all the fun.

JOXER: Yeah. It's not easy being me.

APOLLO: I'm sure. Speaking of that... who -are- you?

JOXER: *blushes* Sorry. I'm Joxe... uh, Jox. I'm Jox.

APOLLO: It's nice to meet you Jox. I'm Apollo.

JOXER: *goggles* The Sun God?

APOLLO: Yeah. That's me. Come on... let's go back to my
place. We'll find you something more comfortable to wear
than that armor and we can have lunch. You can tell me all
about why Discord and Love have both taken such an
interest in you.

JOXER: Okay.

-*-

Ares grimaced as his two sisters and their sons appeared in
his throne room of his Olympian Temple. All of them
looked at him with varying degrees of upset. Even Eris
seemed worried.

DITE: Ares, you -have- to do something before sunshine
bottom -hurts- her!

ARES: What are you talking about Dite?

CUPID: She's talking about Jox. Apollo has her.

ARES: *blinks in confusion* Huh?

STRIFE: We... uh, turned Xena's little friend Joxer th'
Mighty inta a chick for ya ta marry, Unc. Now 'Mr. No
Suntan Lines' has her.

Ares stood up from his throne, a frown on his handsome
face.

ARES: You guys did -what- to Joxer? He was one of my
-worshippers-! You had no right to change him into a
female!

DITE: *cringes slightly* But Arry, we were just trying to,
you know, help. Hera -told- you to get married, and we all
thought that Joxie was perfect for you. Just, you know, the
wrong gender.

ARES: *throws up hands into air in exasperation* So, what
went wrong? Why is he... um, she with Apollo?

ERIS: -You- are what went wrong! Jox overheard you tell
Dite that you wanted nothing to do with her and she
freaked.

STRIFE: Yeah. When she split, she ran inta -him- and now
he's doin' all he can ta get inta her pants.

ARES: What do you mean? What's Apollo doing to her?

CUPID: He's been reading her poetry and playing music for
her. They've spent a lot of time just talking and dancing. I
think that she's falling for him.

DITE: You have to go and get her -back- from him. Even if
you refuse to marry her, she deserves better than -that-
loser.

ARES: *growls* Fine! I'll go.

In a sparkling cloud of energy, Ares disappeared from his
throne room.

DITE: Okay boys. Follow him, but don't let him see you.
Cupie, you know what to do.

CUPID: Yes Mom.

A second swirl of light and power, the God of Mischief and
the God of Love shimmered out of the Temple of War.

ERIS: This better work blondie!

DITE: *smirks* Don't worry. Cupie knows what to do. And
so does Strife. Neither Ares -nor- Apollo will know what
hit them.

-*-

The Mischief God appeared in a small outbuilding filled
with specially made tack and horse equipment. Making
certain that he was not visible to either mortal -or- Godly
vision, he snuck out into the yard.

He went past the place where Apollo kept his fiery chariot
and made his way over to the stables where the fiery steeds
that pulled the chariot lived.

STRIFE: Come on babies! Freedom time. Why don'cha go
ahead and run amuck all ovah Olympus?

Undoing the latch that held the stable doors shut, the team
of fiery horses dashed out of the stable and took off in
several different directions at once.

STRIFE: Have fun boys!

-*-

APOLLO: Oh no! The horses!

A look of shock and upset marring his handsome features,
Apollo jumped up from where he'd been reading erotic
poetry to the woman who had been promised to the War
God and ran out of his Temple.

JOXER: What in Tartarus?

The mortal woman was left alone and confused, the blush
in her cheeks fading away with her worry.

-*-

The God of Love materialized behind his father, however,
he was careful not to let his presence be felt. Slowly, he
followed the War God deeper into the Temple of the Sun.

ARES: Now where would I hide a mortal if I were a sneaky
stuck up Sun God?

Turning, Ares began to move into the more private portion
of the temple. Silently, Cupid followed. The two of them
walked through several empty rooms until they came upon
a room that seemed to be half bedroom and half sitting
area.

And there, on the far side of the room, wrapped in sky blue
silk, sat Joxer. Ares turned to look at her and Cupid
notched an Arrow on his Bow.

ARES: Joxer!

Cupid fired his Arrow *thump* hitting his father right in
the back.

ARES: Oh my sweet! Did that mean old Apollo hurt you?

The War God rushed over to the mortal woman with
concern and love battling for dominance on his darkly
handsome face. Cupid notched another Arrow.

JOXER: Ares? I... I...

Cupid took aim and let the Arrow fly. Unfortunately, his
father moved and the Arrow meant for Joxer hit the War
God right in the chest.

JOXER: *frowns* What are -you- doing here? I thought you
didn't want me?

ARES: Of course I do, my love. Come. You must come
with me to my temple. I'll save you from my unethical
brother.

Frantic to make things right, Cupid notched a third Arrow
into his Bow. However, before the God of Love could hit
Joxer, Ares snatched the mortal woman up into his arms
and they shimmered out of the Temple of the Sun.

CUPID: Oh shit!



TITLE: Regalia of Decadence
SERIES: Requisition: A Bride for War
AUTHOR: Scorpio
ARCHIVE: T.G.I.F., The Nesting Place, Joxerotica, AJCS

FANDOM: Xena fic...
PAIRING: Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife
TRANS: Joxer
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Transgender! Humor, First Times
WARNING: Transgender! Het-smut.
DISCLAIMER: They *technically* belong to Ren Fics and Flat Earth Prod. But,
they might not want 'em back once they see what I've done to 'em. ::smirks::

SUMMARY: Hera proclaims that Ares must get married. His family choses his
bride, but there's just one problem... Joxer is the wrong gender!



Requisition: A Bride for War (Four)


-*-
Regalia of Decadence
-*-

They materialized inside of a dark and gloomy room. Black
marble walls and cold stone floors surrounded them.

JOXER: Where... are we?

ARES: This is my home. -Your- home now. Mother will
marry us in a few more days and then we'll be together.
Always.

The bespelled War God gazed with love and desire at
Joxer.

JOXER: *gulp* Uh... married?

The War God nodded his head in enthusiasm.

ARES: Yeah, married. I can hardly wait to make you mine.
That'll show Apollo and he'll never be able to touch you
again. After a while, you can start having my children and
we'll be just like a real family.

JOXER: *pales significantly* Children?! *sways from the
shock*

ARES: Yeah. Lots and lots of children. Cupid would make
a -great- big brother, don't you think?

JOXER: *whimper* Children?! *faints dead away*

ARES: Awww, poor dear. That nasty Apollo must have
frightened you more than I thought.

The War God scooped up his beloved and carried her into
a dimly lit bedroom so that she could rest a bit. Once
satisfied that she was comfortable, Ares went off to find his
mother. He had to tell her that he'd found his bride-to-be.

-*-

DITE: What do you -mean- you didn't shoot Joxie with an
Arrow?

CUPID: *gulps* Well, it was an accident. -Not- my fault at
all. I was all set to shoot her when Pops stepped into my
line of fire. So... uh, he got hit twice.

DITE: -What-!!!!

ERIS: Um, is that a bad thing?

DITE: Yes! -One- Arrow will make Ares fall in love, but
it's reversible. -Two- Arrows are -forever-. There's no way
to break the spell!

ERIS: And Jox is still pissed about the whole rejection
thing?

CUPID: Yeah.

ERIS: Shit!

CUPID and DITE: Duh! *twin blonde glares*

-*-

Joxer awoke to find herself tucked into a huge bed with
black velvet blankets and red silk sheets. It took a moment
or two for her memories to rearrange themselves in her
head, but when they did, fear and anger battled for control.

First, Ares rejects her out of hand without even talking to
her at all. Then, he takes one look at her breasts, breasts
that she didn't even want or ask for, and the War God
decides that she's gonna be his -brood mare-!

JOXER: We'll see about -that-!

Moving silently as she could, Joxer found that her
Hephaestus-made armor was sitting in the room with her. It
made sense that Ares would want his *snarl* woman to
wear armor. However, it also happened to be the only
female clothes that Joxer felt comfortable in.

Dressing quickly, Joxer began to plan how she could sneak
out of the Temple of War before the love-struck War God
could return.

-*-

JOXER: Great! I'm lost. On Olympus too! This is just
great. Now what do I do?

She had been wandering around hoping against hope that
she would just come across the God of the Forge's temple.
Out of all of the Olympians that she had met since her
transformation into a female, Hephaestus was the one she
liked the most. She was hoping that the God would just
send her back to Earth so she could hide from Ares.

Turning a corner around a lovely garden filled with some
sort of flowers that Joxer had never seen before, she spotted
the God of Mischief walking hand in hand with his
husband, the God of Love.

Fear rushing through her at the sight of two of the
busybody matchmakers that had helped to turn her life
upside-down, she ran blindly down streets and alleyways.

JOXER: Oh shit! *whimper* Don't see me, don't see me!

Not paying any attention to where she was, Joxer soon found
herself outside of a temple that seemed very different from
the others. It seemed dark, dead... barren. It had the air of
abandonment to it. Not crumbling in ruins, just... empty.

Figuring that it would be an excellent place to hide, Joxer
dashed inside.

JOXER: Um... I'm not sure who's temple this is... but
please don't kill me. I'm not trying to be disrespectful, I'm
just trying to find a place to... um, hide.

No one answered her words, nor did anyone appear. No
candles burned in the carved golden walls sconces. No
music filled the air; no sweet smelling incense tickled her
nose.

JOXER: I... I just want to go home. If it wouldn't be too
much trouble, could you send me back to Earth?

Once again, silence was her only answer.

JOXER: Hello?

Turning to look at everything, Joxer made her way towards
the alter. No God or Goddess appeared and she wondered
why that was.

In her confusion and fear, Joxer didn't pay strict attention to
where she was headed and bumped into the alter itself. A
jewel-encrusted chalice filled with a bright red substance
began to tip over. With the enhanced reflexes that Eris had
gifted her with, Joxer reached out and grabbed the chalice,
preventing it from falling over.

JOXER: Sorry! Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt anything.

Even though she had stopped the chalice from falling, a
spray of the bright red liquid splashed onto her hand. Not
really stopping to think about it, Joxer placed the chalice on
the alter and lifted her hand to her mouth. Her bright pink
tongue flickered out and licked off the spilled wine.

Wine?!?!

Metallic coppery thick sweetness exploded over her tongue,
sending tingles through her whole body.

JOXER: That wasn't wine...

She tried to resist the call... the lure, but it was far too
strong and she was way too weak. Her hands trembling
slightly, Joxer lifted the jeweled chalice to her lips... and
drank deeply of the thick red blood.

A wave of pure energy swarmed over and through her,
leaving her breathless and slightly dizzy. She barely had
time to put the chalice back on the alter before she fell to
her knees.

JOXER: What? What's happening to me?

Another wave of energy swirled through her and her vision
swam with sparkling lights. Then, before she could catch
her breath, memories began to flood her mind. Knowledge
and understanding rushed over her, making her tremble
with its power.

JOXER: Oh my... oh no. What have I done?

The sensation of displaced air and the sizzle of energy
formed behind her. Some part of her recognized the feeling
and she knew who it was that had materialized into the temple.

HERA: What have you done? That's an easy question to
answer. You have broken into the temple of a dead God
and then touched the symbol of his power, thus taking on
his aspect and Godhood.

JOXER: No!

Joxer swirled around to face the Queen of Olympus, panic
rising in her. Hera merely nodded sadly.

HERA: Yes, young one. This temple once was the home of
Bacchus, God of Debauchery. That Chalice was the symbol
of his Godhood. He always kept it filled with blood laced
with ambrosia. You -drank- it... thus becoming the
Goddess of Debauchery.

JOXER: I didn't mean to! It... it -called- to me!

HERA: Yes, I know. However, that doesn't change
anything. You are now the Goddess of Debauchery and all
that was once Bacchus' is now yours... including the
Temple of Dark Delights.

Hera waved her hand in the air regally and sparkling energy
rushed across the room to envelope Joxer. When the lights
cleared and Joxer could see again, she found that her armor
was gone, in its place she wore a shiny skin-tight black
leather outfit that was more straps and buckles than
anything else. Her boots had also changed. Now with
incredibly high and thin heels on the bottom, the shiny
black leather reached all the way up to mid-thigh.

Joxer found she was sitting on a blood red throne, the
Chalice filled with blood and ambrosia in one hand, a
riding crop in the other. And upon her head was a delicate red
and black crown of thin metal and shimmering gemstones.

JOXER: What is all this?

HERA: Your new official robes? Of a sort... Welcome to
Olympus, Joxer.

The Queen of the Gods turned as if to leave, but then she
paused to say one last thing.

HERA: Your marriage to my son Ares will take place in
two days. Try and stay virginal until your wedding night
when you'll give yourself to -him-.

With those last words, Hera shimmered out of the Temple
of Dark Delights, leaving the new Goddess of Debauchery
sputtering in confusion and denial upon her blood red throne.



TITLE: Reconciliation
SERIES: Requisition: A Bride for War
AUTHOR: Scorpio
ARCHIVE: T.G.I.F., The Nesting Place, Joxerotica, AJCS

FANDOM: Xena fic...
PAIRING: Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife
TRANS: Joxer
RATING: NC-17
CATEGORY: Transgender! Humor, First Times
WARNING: Transgender! Het-smut.
DISCLAIMER: They *technically* belong to Ren Fics and Flat Earth Prod. But,
they might not want 'em back once they see what I've done to 'em. ::smirks::

SUMMARY: Hera proclaims that Ares must get married. His family choses his
bride, but there's just one problem... Joxer is the wrong gender!



Requisition: A Bride for War (Five)



-*-
Reconciliation
-*-

JOXER: I don't know? This outfit just doesn't invite enough
droolage, you know?

Joxer, the Goddess of Debauchery stood between her two
wedding attendants; the Goddess of Love and the Goddess
of Discord. The three women were looking over Joxer's
reflection in the gilded mirror she stood before.

Since Joxer had been claimed by the Godhood of the dead
Bacchus, she had discovered so much about herself and her
companions. She could feel them in ways she couldn't
before and she realized that her new Godhood worked well
with each of theirs... for two totally different reasons, of
course, but still... It was nice to have friends.

Another thing that had been the result of becoming the
Goddess of Debauchery was that -she- had changed. Both
physically and emotionally. She now had the heightened
senses of a Goddess, plus she had taken on certain
characteristics of Bacchus himself.

Her eyes, when she was angry, became a solid red, and her
two canine teeth were elongated into what amounted to
sharp fangs designed for puncturing. She also had twin
ebony horns which had sprouted above her temples in short
three inch long curves. They, like her fangs, ended in razor
sharp tips. Her fingernails had turned as black as her horns
and they were sharp like talons.

She also suffered from hungers that she had never known
before. She drank from her Chalice almost constantly, the
thirst for blood almost insatiable. Joxer also craved other
things as well, things she didn't know quite how to ask for.

Touch... she longed to touch and be touched. With
tenderness... with pain. Sensation. She needed it more than
the air she once required to live.

DITE: Oh... I don't know. I think you look great, Joxie.

Her mind pulled back to what she had been concentrating
on before she began woolgathering, she considered her
wedding dress.

The bodice was of bright red leather and it was form fitting
and cut low to expose her generous cleavage. Her veil was
of black lace and was held in place by her delicate jeweled
crown. Her skirt was diaphanous, sheer black gauzy
material interspersed with black silk. It hung longer in the
back, even going so far as to trail along the floor, whereas
in the front it was short, exposing her knees. Her feet were
encased in red leather sandals with stiletto heals and straps
that wound up the length of her legs.

ERIS: Trust me Jox. Ares is gonna drool. So will every
other guy there. You look -hot-.

JOXER: You sure? I mean, if he's not gonna want to jump
me as soon as we're alone, then I should wear something
else. I have -got- to get laid, and Hera told me I -have- to
give myself to Ares.

ERIS: Positive.

DITE: Just don't let Daddy paw you. Ares will go ballistic
over that.

JOXER: Um... okay. Not a problem. I don't think I want
Hera to be after my ass anyway.

ERIS: Truer words were never spoken.

DITE: Do you have sexy underwear for after the
ceremony?

JOXER: Yep. I've got a shiny black leather one-piece thong
that has the breasts cut out so that -mine- swing free. And
my riding crop.

DITE and ERIS: *snicker*

-*-

ARES: Is it time yet?

CUPID: Few more minutes, Pops.

ARES: I can barely wait to see her. She's -so- beautiful. I
bet she looks radiant in her wedding dress. *sighs a love-
struck sigh*

STRIFE and CUPID: *snicker*

ARES: She's just so sweet and delicate and... and...
wonderful.

STRIFE: Yeah, whatevah Unc, just remember. She -bites-.
Ever since she drank outta ol' Baccy's cup, she's had a set a
fangs on her...

ARES: *leers* Yeah... I know.

CUPID and STRIFE: *giggles*

-*-

HERA: Do you Ares; God of War take Joxer; Goddess of
Debauchery as your lawfully wedded wife for all of
eternity?

ARES: I do.

HERA: Do you Joxer; Goddess of Debauchery take Ares;
God of War as your lawfully wedded husband for all of
eternity?

JOXER: I do.

HERA: Do you Ares; God of War solemnly swear to hold
loyalty and faithfulness to Joxer; Goddess of Debauchery,
forsaking all others?

ARES: I do.

HERA: Do you Joxer; Goddess of Debauchery solemnly
swear to hold loyalty and faithfulness to Ares; God of War,
forsaking all others?

JOXER: *glances sadly at cute Sun God* I do.

HERA: With the power vested in me as the Queen of
Olympus and the Goddess of Marriage, I Hera, do hereby
proclaim you to be lawfully wedded from now, until the
end of eternity. Ares, you may kiss your Bride.

Ares turned to look at his beautiful bride in her red and
black wedding dress. His heart filled with love and his loins
filled with longing. Reaching out one large callused hand,
he pulled his delicate beauty closer. And then he kissed her
chastely on the lips.

Joxer, however, had suffered being a -pure- Goddess of
Debauchery for two whole days. She wasn't about to put up
with that any longer. She wanted hot sweaty sex. And she
wanted it -now-!

Deepening the kiss, Joxer flexed her power and transported
herself and her new husband away from the crowds and the
wedding party. They materialized in her bedroom in the
Temple of Dark Delights.

Another wave of her hand banished Ares leathers to a dark
corner of the room and had him hanging by his wrists from
chains attached to her ceiling. Joxer licked her lips. The
War God looked -good- helpless and naked dangling from
her restraints.

ARES: What?...

JOXER: Don't worry baby. I won't hurt you. *beat* Much.

ARES: What are you gonna do to me.

JOXER: *leers* Everything.

With a wave of her hand, her wedding dress was banished
to the same corner of the room as Ares' clothes. In its place
she wore a tight one-piece shiny leather thong teddy. It was
fitted to just under her breasts, at that point, she was bare.
Just a single leather strap that ran up the middle of her chest
between her exposed breasts to attach to the leather collar
she wore. Her high-healed thigh-high boots were back and
her nipples were pierced. She licked her fangs and called
her riding crop to hand.

ARES: *leers* Ohhh, I think I'm gonna like this game.

JOXER: *shrugs* You're allowed to enjoy it. However,
what's important is that -I- enjoy it.

Stalking around to stand behind the bound War God, Joxer
lifted her riding crop up as she soaked in the lovely vision
of his wide bronzed back.

JOXER: If you scream, I'll gag you.

Then, with strength and precision, she hit him with the
crop.

-*-

She had hit Ares until his back was a mass of bleeding
welts and then she had licked off all of his blood. The taste
of his Godly blood had brought her to her first orgasm of
the night.

Then, she had transferred his chains to her bed, securing
him on his hands and knees. Calling a strap-on-dildo to her,
Joxer had then lubed up her new husband and taken his
-own- virginity. The entire time, Ares' cock was bound up
with a blood red leather cockring. He was denied release
while Joxer fucked him to two of her own orgasms.

Now, she had him bound and spread out on his back across
her bed. With fond eyes, she took in the sight of him. The
War God's body was slick with sweat and blood, bite marks
pierced his skin in several places. Welts and lash marks
stood out bright red in some spots, white in others. His full
lips were swollen even further from harsh kisses and his
throbbing trapped cock was purple and angry.

And his eyes were dark with desire and love.

JOXER: When we step outside, you are Ares; God of War,
my Lord and Husband and I must bend to your will. I will
follow where ever you lead and I will be a dutiful wife.
However, when we are in here, behind closed doors then -I-
rule! In our bedroom it is -you- who shall submit.

ARES: Yes Joxer. Anything for you, my love.

JOXER: *smirks* Good boy.

Crawling across the bed, Joxer quickly straddled her
husband. With a thought, she wished away her leather
teddy, leaving the collar and the thigh-high boots. Reaching
down with one hand, she steadied Ares' cock and aimed it
for her hot and dripping core. Then, taking a deep breath,
she dropped down, instantly impaling herself on him.

ARES and JOXER: Ahhhh!!!!

ARES: So hot! So good! So tight! Yes! Yesyesyesyes!

JOXER: Oh Ares... Ooooo!

Slowly, Joxer began to rock up and down on Ares' thick
shaft. Pleasure and pain sizzled through her, swirling
together, becoming one. Ares thrashed under her, fighting
against his bonds as he tried to thrust deeper into her.

JOXER: Oh yes, give it to me, give it to me!

Faster and faster they moved, each pushing the other to
move harder, thrust deeper, to build the sensation way up.

ARES: Jox! Jox! Please, please, please... *whimper*

Feeling herself on the very edge of orgasm, Joxer reached
out with her power and stripped away Ares' cockring,
allowing him to come at last. With a great roar and one deep
hard thrust up into her, he came, flooding her insides with
his hot seed.

ARES: Ahhhhhhh!!!!!! Joooooooxxxx!!!!!

JOXER: Aaarrrreeeeeeeesssss!

Waves of pleasure crashing over her in tingling
aftershocks, Joxer barely had enough strength left to banish
the chains that held her husband down. The last sensation
her tired mind registered was his large strong arms
gathering her close and rolling them both over into the
softness of the blankets.

Then, she slept.



THE END.

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