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MetallumOperaturMar 27, 2017 4:55 PM
| First short story! :D A simple life Afternoons... A time for rest and peace. It was with this that we start this tale of a simple man and his simple life. His name was Henry and he was, what you would call, shy and timid. Most of his actions were limited to a set of predetermined ideas and plans he had put together during the early years of his life. Back in his hay day you could have called him a hardy working man, full of pride and enthusiasm but with old age and time quickly catching him, he was but a shadow of his former self. At the age of fifty five while he was working in a small town an accident rendered his foot and part of his leg almost useless. Therefore, this great man was forced to hire an assistant or "maid" as he called her into his home. How luck smiled on him that day when that young woman walked through his doors, her name was Kathy and she was, of course, a Kikimora. Her long black hair and soft, glowing red eyes charmed almost any man she saw but, as luck would have it, this girl wanted nothing of love. Seeing his maid for the first time, Henry introduced himself and showed her the house, providing her with a very detailed explanation of every little detail. Henry loved the little things and that was something that immediately drew her to him, his passion. From that day on Kathy took care of the cleaning, cooking and maintaining her master, taking care of him and his basic needs. On occasion he would decide to take a light stroll out into the yard and watch the wind blow the flowers across the valley. Kathy usually joined him, sitting next to him and gazing out. "Tell me Kathy..." Henry asked one day. "Yes master?" "Do you like working for me?" She instant turned away and blushed. "I... I do..." "Even if I can't pay you sometimes?" Despite Henry having a very nice house there were occasions when he could simply not find work, forcing Kathy to wait up to a month to get paid the small amount of gold she did receive. "Yes... Master, I love helping you whenever I can and however I can, despite not receiving payment." Her words never sounded truer than that and for the first time, Henry felt loved. For the rest of the afternoon he decided to lie next to her and enjoy the moment. From that day onward he began to spend more time with her, learning more about each other as they grew closer. Their relationship slowly started to become something more, something the both of them were willing to accept. Her heart had a tendency to beat quickly when he was around but... She also started to feel a fire rise up with her body at times. The maid knew she wanted more then what he was ready for so she held it in, only breaking down once or twice to pleasure herself in every way she could imagine. This went on for several more months until Henry began to have trouble with his bad leg again. Another result from the accident was a feeling of constant pain in Henry's foot so, to ease his pain, Kathy decided to contact a local doctor in town and see what he could do. Doctor Nimez, as he was called, happened to be close by and answered her letter to visit. Today was on of Henry's work days so she found herself along in the house when the doctor arrived. Hearing a few knocks against the rough oak door, Kathy quickly opened it and looked to the man before her. He was a rather short man with fading brown hair and hard grey eyes; his mustache was slightly curved as if he stroked it often. Behind him stood a rather plain green woman much taller than him with short purple hair and bright lime green eyes, an ogre. "Greetings, I am Doctor Nimez. You set for me young lady?" "Yes I did, please come in." Opening the door, she led her guests into the open dining room and allowed them to sit. "Would you both like some tea?" Kathy's smile was another feature that stole men's hearts. "Why yes, that would be delightful." With that, the maid slipped into the kitchen and prepared the tea. Having a perfect view of the maid, Nimez was quick to lick his lips and watch as she moved around, swaying her hips carelessly as she usually did. His assistant, the ogre, stayed silent and turned her head away, too filled with disgust at his vulgar actions. After she finished brewing her blend, Kathy brought it in for the guests to enjoy fully. The doctor was the first to take a sip, savoring its taste in his mouth before swallowing it whole. "This is quite delicious." He commented, setting his cup down and giving her a warm, yet eerie, smile. "Oh... Thank you..." Kathy was never one to be praised so, naturally, she could not handle it. Nimez noticed this and planned to use it to his advantage. "Now, my dear, what did you need?" "My master..." She had difficulty finding words to describe it. "He is... Having trouble with his foot and the pain it is causing..." "Ah... I see..." He scratched his head then opened up his bag and searched through it. "Ah here we are." The doctor pulled out a small vial of dark purple liquid and put it on the table. "What... What is it?" "That is a mixture of mermaid's blood and dryad's sap, I call it "Little Miracle"." "I see... How much do you want for it...?" Kathy didn't have much money and she feared that the few gold coins she did possess would not be enough for her to purchase the medicine. "It usually sells for over a 1000 gold but..." A sharp grin covered his face. "I'm sure we can work something out..." Instantly he could feel his feet rubbing against her leg, gesturing to her something truly evil. "I... I can't do that..." Her face was red, quickly turning away from him. "Come now, don't you want your master to feel better? Don't you want him to walk around more?" "I do but... I... I cannot..." The girl was completely distraught, unsure of what she was to do. The idea of touching anyone but her master was completely unspeakable but she also wished to heal her master of his pain. The fire her was slowly rising, begging her for any release. "Suit yourself..." He rose to leave but her hand quickly tugged at his shirt. "Hmmm?" "Please..." Soft tears formed in her eyes. "Please just heal him, I'll do anything!" Nimez couldn't help but grin, handing her the vial. "Then we have a deal." He looked around the room. "Is there somewhere else were we can do this privately?" Kathy could only silent nod and stand up, leading him to the spare room upstairs. "Ba, sit in the front room and wait for me." The ogre silently stood up, completely disgusted with what was transpiring and walked into the main room. The maid led the doctor up the stairs and they slipped into the spare room quickly, locking it from the inside. "Now..." He began, undressing himself. "Shall we begin?" NSFW Kathy found herself laying on the bed, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Nimez simply smiled in complete satisfaction and unlocked the door, walking out into the hall. "That was quite fun, I expect to hear if anything develops over the next few months~" Hear this made the maid resume her crying more, clutching the bottle tightly. It was a few hours later that Henry finally got back home, holding flowers and a small box filled with soft candy. Kathy smiled gently and took them, smelling the fresh scent they carried. "I've prepared dinner." She informed him. "Please go help yourself while I put these flowers in a lovely vase." "Ah I'm starving~" He quickly made his way into the kitchen and began eating her delicious cooked beef, a specialty of hers. Kathy just stood there holding the flowers, more tears flowing down her soft cheeks. "I'm so sorry darling..." Without another word, she placed the flowers in the urn and joined her master, knowing that a change was beginning in her that would destroy this simple life. (I feel like I should apologize if I didn't really make this story very clear... This was my first time writing this sort of thing. ^^;) |
| I read that and I liked it :3 Went in a direction I wasn't expecting at all but went pretty fine. :P |
OcuOct 1, 2014 8:15 AM
| 86 13 lizard bicorn Hai, I wrote a thing All similarities with real persons are due to usage of illicit substance. You can use those characters in your story or anything if you want just send me a pm for fun sake For futa-haters, you'll be fine don't worry there's nothing shocking. Really. For loli-haters, you'll be fine too. To skip the h-scene (which is the major part of the story -.-) ctrl-f a percent sign and you're good to go. ______________________________________________________________________________________ The late-afternoon sun shone through the windows, sending visible rays of lights to the ground as dust flew around lazily. The sun rays were quite fierce outside and it could be easily felt inside by passing a hand on the square-ish pieces of glass sacrificing themselves to allow sunlight to flood the rooms, getting burning hot in the process after the many hours of exposure. Gloved fingers gently tapped on a wooden counter in a rhythmic and repeated way, not trying to reproduce any particular song or melody. Their owner silently hummed, her head laying on her other arm two or three dozen of centimeters away from the target of her gaze as she ran a few other fingers through her hair, the thin fabric sliding smoothly along the silken black strands. Another hand, this one bare, started playing with the young girl's hair, quite to her appreciation. "Hey~there~" calmly said the newcomer. "Hmm.." "Anything happened?" she asked, settling behind the counter on one of the large seats. "Hm no.. well.." the dark-haired girl started replying, grabbing the other's chin with a few fingers as she moved her face closer. ".. not yet at least" she finished, her voice now a whisper. Her tries proved to be unsuccessful as she was gently pushed away. "No sis... I already told you, not during the day.." "But there's no reason not to.." she whined "We have to look professional in case someone comes in" "You say that like we have lots of customers.." "We had one just two days ago" "Yep, and she was also the only one this week. And who would stop at inn in the afternoon anyway.." “Don't be so pessimistic, I'm sure someone is going to enter.. right .. now" her sister gestured towards the door theatrically with a wave of her arms ..... "or.. now.." she gave it another try. As the two sisters continued their pointless and daily-repeated conversation, someone actually came into view of their place. —— A scaly foot slammed the ground of the road, sending dust flying with a low sound of armor movement. The crouched figure slowly rose up, seemingly bothered by her unexpected fall off her mount. She silently stared at the brown horse that had fell to the ground. She took a step away from the raging, terrified beast that had began to let its life force seep out in velvet trails on the ground. Its wounds had re-opened after the frantic gallop. The cloaked individual simply stood there, contemplating the scene for a bit before slowly raising her head to look at the wooden building standing on the corner of the road a good hundred of meters away. The horse was suffering but she had nearly reached her first stop. She hesitated between leaving the horse on the side of the road and taking care of it before letting him rest a while at the inn's stables, until she looked down upon the panting beast once again. She could not let it suffer, alone on a rarely-used road, she decided as she knelt and put her scaly hand on the neck of her mount. Silence fell upon the trees as metal did so upon flesh. After a few seconds, she turned back to the wooden building while sheathing her sword back on her rusty belt as there was nothing else she had to take care of, before beginning to make her way forward, leaving the road and the nearby forest with one more body than souls —— “I’m telling you : with this building’s location, we cannot even hope to ha-” the glove wearer started to retort as a loud knock was heard on the wooden door at the entrance. There was a half second of silence between everyone until the door was opened, the newcomer having apparently decided to enter. The latter took in the look of the room as she threw back the hood of her cape before silently moving towards the two nearly identical centaurs sat behind a wooden counter. One had brown hair while the other had black hair and wore matching gloves. "Welcome" started the former with a warm and practiced smile while the other simply stared at her. "I was told you would have rooms, meals and baths available is that correct?" "It sure is" was the answer as the innkeeper produced a key with a single-digit room number attached to it. "Want to settle in and pay later ?" "Yes." she nodded and took the object she was offered before heading towards the room area without any further words. The two now alone sisters looked at each other for a second. "Elena.." started the one who did the talking with a tone of reproach. "Sorry.." the so-called Elena apologized, looking away. "..Elena.." "You can't blame me for that.." she added as one of her gloved hands went back to toying with a strand of hair. "Well.." "But did you see what I saw?" “I have to admit, she’s .. not bad.. but stil-” “Not bad? Her body is the absolute epitome of feminine sexiness, its perfection equals my desire to serve her as a plain masturbatory obje-” “That much eh..” her sister sighed. “Putting some sense into you is gonna be even harder than usual” “There’s nothing nonsensical about me craving for her, sister. Not with those ample and yummy curves of hers, glistening with sweat and bobbing up and down at each breath or movement” “As much as I am unable to deny she’s hot” the other stopped her fantasies while taking a good look at the state she was in “you might wanna check what was hiding those ‘yummy curves’ a minute ago” “Hm.. a sort of armor, metallic..” “..and covered in dried blood” “...that might have been just rust..” Her sister stared at her in a serious manner, and Elena understood the point the former wanted to make. “You should not anger her considering she’s technically a client and that could also ruin your chances with her” “No..” the black-haired bicorn muttered, hearing her sister but not really listening. “I’m sure she’s nice…” “...” “..why wouldn’t she be..” “Sis...” the calm centaur sighed, patting Elena on the head “Look, I’ll take care of you later“ she suggested. She sighed again as she took in her sister’s blush and dizzy eyes as the latter unconsciously brought her face closer. “Wait until then..” “..I can’t..” Elena whined. “Please..” the other added despite already knowing the outcome of the conversation since a few minutes. “..Sorry” Another sigh could be heard before Elena was pushed toward the corridor. “Don’t fuck up, silly horse in heat” —— Water was put in motion as scaly feet broke the surface, sending ripples towards the edges of the pool. The individual sighed as she sat on the side, looking at her reflection for a second before frowning, closing her eyes and fully going into the bath, leaning against its edge as she settled on the bottom with a deep sigh. What was she doing... What was everyone doing... Nothing made any sense but everything was finished, permanently. As was everyone involved. Not that they were a lot, but they were of enough importance to largely make up for it and leave a destructive void behind. She brought a wet hard paw to her head and covered her eyes as bitterness filled her heart once again and she clenched her first in anger. The sounds of hooves on the wooden floor distracted her attention from her thoughts to the entrance of the bath where she saw the silent innkeeper from earlier walk in. She had the same strange look as before as she stared at the reptilian warrior. “What is it?” the latter asked, sounding much harsher than she had meant to. “M-Mind if I join you?” “...It’s your house..” she answered, obviously not caring about it in the least as long as she wasn't annoyed. The naked woman re-closed her eyes as discrete sounds told her the bicorn was stripping off and had entered the bath a few meters away. Said eyes didn't stay shut for long as she had a bad feeling about her surroundings, despite knowing the centaur didn't move thanks to the water around them. Unable to be at ease without keeping track of the other's movement she settled for simply staring blankly through her while letting random thoughts pass through her mind. The recent events that led to her coming to the inn alone made themselves quite the regular visitors. She clicked her tongue as she noticed Elena still looking straight at her with that weird facial expression of hers. “..What do you want?..” the reptile asked, not in the mood for stupid games or conversations at all. “Um.. N-Nothing..” the girl replied. “Say it..” the lizard groaned, standing up to be in front of the young maiden as she was internally surprised herself. She’s just the innkeeper. She didn't do anything to you. "Uh.. No..R-" “That's right, hide everything, pretend, fear, that's all you are capable of doing” she snapped, her sudden outburst having seemingly broke the centaur out of her dizzy state. She has the right to tell you and hide what she wants to. “Calm down.. er.. we’re the only ones here” the centaur tried. Time seemed to stop for a second as the warrior stared silently at the innkeeper, her time to come back to reality having come, with a blank, sad expression. Elena hesitated about what to do as few tears made their appearance, confused, until she jumped up and decided to pull her into a tight embrace while making their lips meet passionately. ..... The sound of a throat clearing taught her the warrior had regained her composure and was very aware of the hands that had drifted off to the top and bottom of her back. "Can I ask what you are doing?" "I want you.." the bicorn that was still embracing her pleaded. They looked at each other for a bit, the latter trying to keep her mouth away from a very tempting nipple standing in front of her while the warrior pondered about her possible actions. Would she risk anything- Was there still anything to risk? She smirked internally. Might as well have fun with that bicorn in heat before going. "How slutty do you have to be to jump strangers ? Aren't you ashamed of yourself ?" Oh boy did that not sound like her. "It's not like that.." Elena muttered from the warrior's chest, having lost her internal struggle and getting hornier at the harsh remarks despite herself "Really? It looks to me like you would fuck anyone and everyone that comes in here" "No.. it's you..you're making me like this" "Well now.. I've been in here for quite some time, I should probably leave after finding something to dry myself with.." The warrior said while she stretched. She looked down at the ignored and shocked Elena with a large smile "Oh, right. There's one just right here~ " she finished before the latter could answer and shoved the innkeeper's face between her legs. Two arms instantly lashed out to her hips to bring them as close as possible as a pleasant tingle made its way up her spine as a lavish tongue made contact with her crotch. A scaly hand met her partner's head as the other one met her soft squishy breasts as she closed her eyes with a long, deep sigh. It had been way too long since she gave some of her body parts the attention they longed for. The first hand quickly joined the other to tend to the stiff nipples as it wasn't possible to push Elena any farther in than she already had put herself, blocking all movement of the warrior in the process. The latter started seriously wondering about the centaur's experience when she felt a tongue discover her insides with the exact same strength since she had started to be licked up. She began moaning through gritted teeth as Elena's skill and endurance, coupled with her enthusiasm as she now seemed practically drunk on lust, was rapidly getting her closer and closer while staying standing was getting harder and harder. Thankfully she was lifted up by the innkeeper just before she could crash down, and put down on the warm stone floor next to the bath the bicorn was still in, the latter's tongue leaving the warrior's body just the time it took to put it in place of the cold nose on her clit. Elena switched technique, making her partner forget about all sense of discretion as the former was giving a whole new meaning to 'pushing one's button'. The lizard's body twitched more and more until she practically howled as she reached climax, the other making sure to not allow any distance to appear between them as she didn't stop her ravishing for a second. A dozens of seconds and an equal amount of inhales and exhales later, the warrior finished coming back to her senses as she noticed the gripping of her hips had stopped, but not the licking, sucking, slurping or whatever mix of those the bicorn had been using to make her feel so good. She groaned and weakly pushed on Elena's head to get her away, succeeding in avoiding contact but not avoiding the hungry, predatory gaze. “Please.. Give me just.. A bit..” she whispered before hearing a new sound of hooves coming towards them. She looked towards the entrance to see the sister come in with a look of surprise on her face that quickly changed to amusement when she took in the position the two were in. “Do you not mind me using your sister like the slut she is to sate the urges she has awakened?” the lizard asked, her turn to be surprised. The other simply chuckled "That much I am used to. I just did not expect you two to get on it that quickly" "Ah" "I might be able to help you with that" she continued, nodding towards her sister while taking off her own clothes. The reptilian woman noted the complexity of a centaur’s clothes before noticing something much simpler but much more impressive. "Oh" "I trust in that to be largely enough to calm her down" "..Will she surv- be alright ?" The lizard wondered, trying to imagine the length inside her own body in terror as she moved to her knees to kiss Elena. "Don't worry, that horse pussy of hers can take much more than a humanoid's ." She contemplated the inconveniences of having half of a horse body as the newcomer positioned herself on top of Elena, who was too busy in a tongue dance with the warrior to notice. "You may want to back away a bit if you want to avoid death by suffocation" the sister said with a smile before grabbing Elena's torso from behind and pushing herself in. The warrior didn't have enough time to react before she was pulled close by her first partner whose tongue invaded her mouth in an attempt to muffle her moans. The strength of her grip was weakening at a notable speed as her sister kept pumping in and out of her drenched hole without concerns, causing her eyes to roll further back in with each strike. "Um.." started the reptile as she poked Elena's now-freely-hanging tongue for a reaction, in vain. "Don't worry~ don't worry~, that's not unusual, just means she was quite backed up." replied the sister with a chuckle. "You can continue using her or come up here with me" she invited with a smile while extending a hand towards the other woman who decided to take it. The latter ended up stuck between Elena's and a hard centaur's torso, seeing the room around her from a centaur's height before she answered the innkeeper's approaching lips with her owns, engaging in a much slower and a passionate kiss than before. Two wet hands slowly slid down from her head, caressing her neck, followed by her breasts. One stopped there while the other continued towards the crotch of the warrior, who retaliated by tending to the bicorn's larger breasts with a soft sigh despite her intention to last for a decent amount of time this time around. Intention that proved to be complicated as the second centaur didn't appear to be any less skilled than the first even though she seemed to specialize in fingering. The warrior quickly gave herself up as just two of innkeeper's fingers were doing and a third was already making its way in. She shot both her arms to embrace her partner as she broke the kiss to rest her head on the shoulder of the centaur, who responded by sliding her second hand down her back. The woman embracing her let out a surprised note as she poked her other hole with a very wet finger. "Don't be afraid" she whispered with a chuckle as she slowly penetrated her, her sister's juices she was using as lubricant working perfectly well. The reptile understood she wouldn't hold on for long as the speed of the fingers inside her main hole that had reached a quite high level, coupled with the alien sensations coming from the other hole where a second finger had already joined the first were setting her nerves on fire. Her body started undulating as a thumb made contact with her clit while the others fingers still didn't stop accelerating. She cried louder and louder until her voice broke, the innkeeper taking it as a cue to go all out and started a comment about the inexperienced ones being the funniest before the warrior gave her final scream as she twitched uncontrollably until she collapsed in the bicorn's arms with a few tears rolling down. She regained her senses on the warm stone floor, near the entrance, a moment later. She caught her breath and looked around to see the two sisters still going at it. Or at least Elena's sister, considering the warrior was now definitely sure her first partner had passed out. She noted the only other conscious person was too busy pumping away in an impressive show of endurance and coordination to look at her, and decided to put a scaly hand on the wall and try to stand up. % It took her many dozen of seconds and quite a lot of effort until she managed to lean on the wall next to her in a somewhat standing position, her legs nearly giving up now and then. She washed herself again and dried herself up with an actual towel this time until she left the two to their activities and went back to her room. Slowly and laboriously, but she still managed to walk the way back. She sighed heavily as she pfwomp'd down on her bed. Who'd have guessed her training would serve such a purpose... —— ck..... ..... Knock. Knock. Knock. "He-ey~" said a voice from the other side of her door, that the warrior recognized to be the still unnamed bicorn. She tried to get up to open but found herself unable to do so. ..... "Come in.." The innkeeper burst in with a large smile. "Dinner's ready if you want to eat some food" she said as she extended a hand to help the other up. The latter grabbed it and pulled herself up with some difficulty. She sighed at the look on the centaur’s face. “Don’t take enjoyment in that..” “Can I still take pride in it then?” the other asked with a chuckle. “I could carry you there you know.” ..... “..Fine. Carry me. Please.” "Oh my, how affectionate. I just might get hard again.." "On second thoughts, I can walk there by myself.." "Oh you can still walk, that's something I should quickly fi-" "Never mind.. Carry me.." "Hihi" Well. Look like she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. _________________________________________________________________________________________ Comment you bitches |
OcuJul 21, 2016 7:32 AM
| I've read both stories. Keep up the good work and bring us more :) |
| Signature removed. It was too good for this cruel world. |
| Everyday Battles It was a matter of life and death, just like every time. Naturally, I was used to it, but it always seemed to become a struggle no matter what I did, so I readied myself mentally for what was to come. Martial arts have been portrayed in different ways, in different mediums, and it often comes back to a concept of focus. If you’re focused enough, you can break five layers of brick with your pinky-finger, high-jump kick through walls and stuff like that. Well this was no different. I was facing one of my most mortal enemies - again - and I would have to conjure up all my strength and all the tricks I’d learned over the years in order to beat it. I began the preparation ritual by closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths, focusing on the motion of my chest, the feeling of my lungs filling up with air. After a couple of breaths I fixed my gaze on the least conspicuous object in the vicinity; It was very important not to let the mind wander. Many a man had let his mind slip in a moment of carelessness, leading to a most crushing defeat. I had not gotten this far only to fail like that. The battle was by far the most difficult part. Few people managed to pull it off flawlessly; some lost so badly they became reluctant to ever try again. It was an integral part of life for all of us, even though no one ever talked about it. The subject was kind of taboo, and no one with a warrior for a wife or husband would ever admit to doing it. I suppose the kinder varieties of monster girls would be more understanding, but most of us were found by more violent ones. If any of them really found out, we would become pariahs. Such as it were, I had never told my salamander wife Sally what was going on, and she had not the faintest idea even though the consequences of my actions often vexed her. I eased myself into combat position, an expression of grim determination on my face. I was going to do this, and I was going to do it damn good. I was going to be the envy of gods. The fight started out, as always, by carefully probing the battlefield. Was my opponent going to resort to attrition warfare, would he rush me all at once or turtle up? After a moment I came to the conclusion that it would be a very standard battle. These would be dangerous in their own, because you never knew if the opponent was hiding some trick up his sleeve. Once the tactics were chosen the war of wills began. It was an intense war, with both sides doing their best to kill off their enemy in the most gruesome way possible. There were no morals in this, no grey-zone. It was kill or be killed. This time, I was a god. I was indestructible, invincible. Above all, I would kill that little shit who dared oppose me. My trusty axe was bloodied from the countless fools I’d killed over the year, and I smiled wickedly as I stared him down. We started circling each other slowly, looking for any kind of opening. I took a swing at him, but he successfully dodged and a second later the pommel of his sword cracked my jaw. I was staggered and barely managed to avoid a swing meant to take off my hand. He came at me again, but this time I was ready. Or so I thought. He swung high and I blocked with ease, not noticing the dagger he slipped out of his sleeve. Before I knew what happened, it was buried in my side. I looked at him, surprised, and he grinned at me, the way you do when you know you’ve won. Shocked, I did nothing as he raised his sword to deal a final blow, but he hesitated. A distraction. Something tugging at my conscience, affecting us both. Someone was asking for something. It was barely audible, as if far, far away, but it was all I needed. I snapped out of stupor, manhandled my enemy into submission and broke his arm before he could recover. He cried out and crumpled onto the floor. I grabbed my axe again and prepared to finish him, wincing at the pain caused by the dagger. As I bore my weapon down on him, blood splattered everywhere and the tension gave way to a profound sense of relief. I had won. A moment later, having recovered from the thrill of battle, I proceeded with the cleansing ritual. As was customary, one would thoroughly wipe oneself clean of any distasteful remnants of the battle using moist towels. Some proposed dry towels, but most found them to be slightly irritating to the skin in the long run. I carefully wiped my blood-splattered face clean and finished with my hands. Satisfied with the results, I flushed the toilet. Sally was waiting for me outside with a less than happy look on her face. "You take too fucking long in there." I shrugged and went off to another day of hard work saving the world, a smile of satisfaction on my lips. |
| Uh. Chime? XD |
| 10/10 short story amazingly written very vivid descriptions the emotions flow very naturally |
| I missed Chime's stuff for so long... And wow. This was fucking glorious! XD |
 "You keep changing the shape of your eyes. How does that even work?" -AbhLeaderKrelian |
| Short Story: Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki The old dojo, standing atop the hill at the center of town, lined with cherry blossoms had echoed the sounds of a fierce spar inside. In a town of about 100 Men and Mamano, where everyone knew each other personally everyone knew of the two inside... and of the probable ending to the battle "Men!" Ow! "Men!!" OW! "Men!" "OW!!! KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE HEAD SHOTS!" The repeated strikes to the head gave me a head ache akin to the Notre Dame's bells ringing in my head. I had ripped off the helmet before I could go deaf due to the abuse. The sun was shining in the dojo, the floor was polished and smelled of rose wood and the whole room was empty aside from me, my eternal rival and our mutual master. My black hair was sweaty and sticking to my face as the heat from all of the kendo gear made it hotter than the sun. My rival in turn let out a snort before removing her own helmet. Her amber hair fluttered in the air and her light green ears whisked away the sweat as her ears peaked from her hair "Ah~ Looks like I win again chris-kun~" I left out a mumble before the sound of a shini being smacked on the polished wood caused a shiver to travel down my spine. "Chris! You know the rules of Kendo... Bow to your opponent" I didn't dare challenging her wrath and I did as she commanded. I turned to the lizard girl and bowed. She did the same and we both stayed there, parallel to the ground until we heard the wooden sword smack the ground again. I rose first and headed over to the pile of backs and water bottles in the corner. I needed out of this hot armor and I needed it off now else i'll become char broiled human. "Come on~ You can't be made at your adorable childhood friend" She walked behind me, her hands behind her arms. Even if she was wearing protective pads you could tell they weren't the same as a humans. My childhood friend skipped ahead and sat next to her green bag, waving her green tail with the air of confidence she was entitled too. "Yeah yeah Gwen, I can never be mad at you... the girl who has constantly achieved getting on my last nerve time and time again and somehow has managed to beat me at any and every competition we do." I reached my bag and untied the strings holding the chest piece together. With it off it gave me the opportunity to allow the sleeves of the gi we wore to roll off me and hang off my sides. I sat next to the bags and took the chilled water bottle and squeezed its cold delicious contents down my throat. The heat stroke that rolled through town was killing everyone to the point where even the police told people to not stay outside for too long. In the corner of my eye I saw Gwen doing the same, only instead of a sleeveless black undershirt like I wore she just wore a simple red sports bra. Her large breast pressed against the thin fabric and her sweat had made the fabric close to see through. My eyes wondered for too long as she noticed me stare and made her classic suggestive pose with her arm under her mounds and pushing up. It was already hot but her teasing made my face warm with embarrassment. Though it wasn't for two more seconds until a shini came crashing towards my skull. I had experienced it many times before and I had leaned back enough that I was able to dodge it slightly. "You need to stop being so perverted and start working harder, else you will never beat Gwen" I looked up and into the master's eyes. She was a young Anubis, her features akin to a young adult even if she was years and years older than both Gwen and I combined. I grumbled at the mention of beating Gwen, a definite sore spot for me. The master knew about this and let out a sigh before taking her black paw and messing with my hair "You both are my precious students but we need to train to win the next competition. I cannot stand our rivals and that bitch of a wvyern leading them. It's bad enough we share a husband but she must always rub it in about her students... A thief is what she is. She stole part of my husband's heart and she stole my students leaving you two" A story we have heard hundreds of time over and over again but she was right. We had the biggest and better dojo between the two even though only three of us used it. My eyes scanned through the old dojo. It was around forever, when I was a kid and when Gwen and I first started. Old photos of our master and her rival with their master, a stereotypical old man with a very long beard. Next to that photo was one of a newer time. A young boy with black hair and a young lizardman both holding trophies... the lizard girl holding a bigger trophy and her expression of joy showed she was the victory while the boy had a look of disappointment. I hated that photo. We cleaned the dojo as usual and we packed up. Sensei had began cleaning some of the equipment while Gwen and I prepared to go home. She was both my rival in everything and also my childhood friend, almost as if we were in an anime. We walked down the hill to the main market of town. Mamano and humans alike walking around, hand in hand, bartering and chit chatting. To think that there used to be a time where humans couldn't stand monster girls seemed outrageous. I was shaken out of my stupor when I heard my name being called. I looked and it was the old lady running the bakery. She had waved us over and we followed. "Ara, you two are always together its almost as if you are dating" My face turned red as I looked away while I could tell Gwen was smiling from ear to ear. She loved teasing me and when others feed her material like this, she had a freaking field day "Oh come on Baba... You know we aren't" I bashfully replied, causing the old lady to chuckle. "You two may not now, but you definitely will..." Suddenly she disappeared under her counter and instantly a large witch hat popped up. Following the hat was a small face with blonde hair and dark blue eyes "You could say i have seen your future" The witch winked as she laughed. I just turned and started walking "Haha! Thanks baba-chan" I heard Gwen say as we walked past. The old witch waved at us as we exited the outdoor market gates and Gwen waved back while I just lightly waved without turning. Our houses were next to each other and just like in the past I walked her to her gate. She waved at me and I just waved back like before. I was definitely sore about losing for the umpteenth time. I heard my mom say welcome back and I responding in suit but I wasn't in the mood. I made a bee line for the bath room and after stripping out of my pants and shirt I sat in the warm water. "Ah.... this is good" the water enveloped me and relaxed me. I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders and all my stress disappear. I buried my face up to my nose under the water and let out a bubble or two as I thought. I always thought best when wet, whether it was swimming or in a shower. The dojo It was extremely important. It was like a part of my life. I had been there forever, Sensei being like a second mother to me and it was where I realized my passion for kendo. I had heard stories of my great great great grandpa being a famous hero who challenged the demon lord and even succeeded in uniting the lands through marrying the demon lord but that was all a fable.. I think. I needed to be stronger but it felt like i was always in the shadow of Gwen. I was always second best to her at everything, at school, at PE, at eating contests to stupid foot races when we were kids. Just thinking about it made me angry. She was perfect at everything, she had looks, smarts, speed, power, and I was just.... me. "Chris, Can you deliver this to the neighbors. I heard Gwen's mom was out of town and her dad is... well, less than capable of cooking" My mom had handed me a large bowl of food. Aside from not only the rest of the town but even our parents were shipping the two of us. "Why can't Nee-chan do it" i pointed to the black haired girl lounging on the couch with a beer in her hand and a pocky stick in her mouth "Because I asked you, now go" My mom was always kind but she had a very very very short fuse and I rather not fight her tonight, not a night before the big match for the dojo. Ugh I grabbed the bowl and started heading towards the door. I exited the gate and headed next door. Since our families were such good friends I had a spare key to their house and I entered "i'm entering" I mumbled before I heard people talking "I'm here to delive...." I was cut short by the noise of the conversation. "I think she should sign with my dojo rather than that old Anubis. She has a future with us and can even make it to the world championships. She needs the right training, the kind she isn't recieving from an old dog and that loser boy." I peaked the corner, staying close to the shadows of the hall and I saw an elderly yet young looking dragon, her hands were wings and her smile was devilish. Adjacent to her was Gwen and her father. Gwen's dad was fixing his glasses while listening to the wyvern's sales pitch while Gwen was staring down at the table. I had never seen her looking like this "I agree with her Gwen, but what do you want" Her old man agreed, everyone was right. She was great at everything and she could go far... if anything I was holding her back being a loser.... I hated it "He's right..." The three looked up, Gwen and her Father looking startled while the wyvern only looked at me out of the corner of her eye, her smile transitioning into a frown for a moment "Everyone believes in you, everyone has high expectations of you... everyone has put you in the spotlight and a loser like me, who has been in your shadow is only holding you back." I felt angry saying this. It felt like I was finally snapping and i was.... taking it out on her... I dropped the bowl on their table and stormed out. The whole time Gwen was looking away from me... only she looked.... Sad The next day was horrible. We learned that Gwen was changing dojos and that the battle would be between me and her. Sensei was less than pleased, in fact she was down right furious at not only Gwen leaving but my reaction to it. I guess news travels fast Sensei dismissed me with out even any kind of sparring. The walk back was... quiet. No one stopped me to say hi... No one looking like they cared. It's like without Gwen I was a shadow.. I was worthless and I hated it. As soon as I got home I went upstairs and laid face first in my bed. I didn't bother turning on the lights. I just wanted to be alone and alone I was. I was finally alone, by myself... "i hate this..." "me too" My eyes shot up and I saw her in my window sill. Gwen had hoped the short distance between my room and hers and was sitting there. Her face was saddened and her eyes looked scared if anything. "wh... what do you want?" That wasn't what I wanted to say but that was what came out. It felt like bile coming out at how I was acting... maybe it was the heats fault. "I wanted to talk to you Chris... I wanted to tell you... that you were wrong." My ears perked up and I sat up. I couldn't leave her out there so I invited her in. She looked like her tail was caught between her legs but she still stood tall. She sat down on my bed and I took a seat in my chair on my desk. "When you said that yesterday.... I hated it... I never once thought of you as a loser. You were my precious friend and... and... When we were kids were did everything together and we were inseparable but then you started to go away... It felt like I was losing my friend and I didn't want that. So I did everything to keep you close. I tried so hard for one thing..." I didn't want to hear this... not at all but I sat there but I couldn't sit down any longer when I saw tears running from her eyes "I just wanted to hear you say..." I didn't want to hear this... because I was making her cry. I jumped up and hugged her, placing her head on my shoulder and I held her. Her body was small... her hair smelled like strawberries and for once I noticed how fragile she looked. I had never noticed it... I had never noticed my true feelings. I wasn't upset that she was better... "I was afraid that I would lose you" I felt her hands wrap back around me and we hugged on my bed. I had said it... I had finally said it "I didn't want to lose you, but I kept taking out these horrible feelings on you... I don't want you to leave the dojo... I don't want you to leave me... because... I..." "I love you Chris" She said the words before I could get them out. I pulled away to see her face but I couldn't. The moment I moved away she closed the distance and instead kissed me my first kiss was taken by her but I didn't protest. Her lips were sweet and I didn't want to stop this. I embraced her closer. My tongue invaded her mouth and began wrestling with hers, only the need for oxygen keeping us from continuing our kissing but once we had filled our lungs we went back to passioning lip locking. "I love you Gwen" The bright lights of the dojo made it hot. My opponent stood before me, panting just the same as I was. Her crest of the wyvern dojo moving with the rhythmic breathing of her breasts as she was tired... she was vulnerable... For once I had the chance to beat Gwen "Tomorrow, we will fight... and I will beat you and make sure you never leave me." "I will not go easy on you Chris... and if I win you must always be by my side, never in my shadow" I took a step forward. She took a step forward. I gripped my sword tighter as the distance between us closed. She raised her sword above her head and I did the same but one thing i was different... I was faster "MEN!" |
MoniStarJun 27, 2016 11:56 AM
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| Adorable. I think my eyes started puking out tiny little LGBTQ flags as I got closer to the end. Quite the titillating experience. I may feel so inclined to write a short story about a Panda MG kicking ass with a bo staff. You know, just for the hell of it. |
| It's natural for a person to deny he's a failure as a human being. That's why he searches for somebody who is more miserable than himself. That's why so much animosity exists on the internet. Those who aren't able to find a more miserable person, turn to the internet and call other people losers, even though they've never met. Just to make themselves feel superior. isn't that pathetic? There's a sense of security that comes from speaking badly of someone else. But that isn't true salvation. — Tatsuhiro Satou YandereTheEmo said: The only thing more pathetic than quoting someone you know nothing about, is quoting yourself. |
| Done read it. I like the sappy shit. I'm going to assume a happy ending, one way or another. |
YandereTheEmo said: Adorable. I think my eyes started puking out tiny little LGBTQ flags as I got closer to the end. Quite the titillating experience. I may feel so inclined to write a short story about a Panda MG kicking ass with a bo staff. You know, just for the hell of it. Am I an idiot for not seeing the 'LGBTQ' bit? O_o *squints* |
-Heart of Stone- “Hey! That’s my bag!” The shout came from a rather average-looking man named Alexander. Weeks of wandering uninhabited badlands and months before that spent lost in the desert had decimated any thoughts of social graces. Alexander was certainly in no mood to yield his hard-won provisions to the curiosity of this invader, of his camp and of his brooding peace of mind. Rifling through a worn cloth satchel and wearing a quickly manifesting guilty look at being caught, was Christina, a girl that any right pair of eyes could recognize was not entirely human. Toned and slender, she wore clothing that did little more than tantalize the lascivious imagination of any observer that could be so enticed, with spare strips of leather lashed taut over generous feminine assets. Her long sable hair fell across her tanned, lithely crafted shoulders in loose ringlets, spilling like a charcoal waterfall from a high ponytail atop her head. A salamander, or like enough the lizard for the name to stick. Challenging the pedestrian mind’s tendency to fill in the blanks on how the rest of her might have appeared were patches of crimson scales that covered her forearms and her legs below the knee, those limbs tipped with fierce claws. Finishing her biologically inhuman ensemble was a tail that swung heavy behind her, alight in a never-dying flame. With no small amount of hard-won skill, Alexander had fought off many similarly inhuman denizens of this strange world since his arrival months ago. This girl was certainly larger than any of those he’d bested to that point, but his trials had had been a far less generous mistress, leaving him as unyielding as a coffin nail. He’d throw himself into a canyon before he’d cede his spoils to any of the lust-addled natives he’d encountered. Alexander’s indignant shout, to his mind, was fair enough warning that his next message would be delivered with far more force, and a great deal more steel. When his shouted warning earned curious regard instead of the craven retreat he felt it demanded, Alexander didn’t hesitate to prepare his second warning. Brandishing a scavenged broadsword and a battered wooden shield, Alexander charged the intruder with his shield held up before him. Turning inquisitiveness to a joyfully impetuous martial invitation, the salamander smiled widely at his advance, the flames about her tail growing brighter and more fierce as if to welcome the assault. Had the fight been any sort of fair, it was fairly obvious to Alexander that he’d have been dispatched in short order by the powerful strokes of Christina’s skillfully-wielded warhammer. As it was, she’d been caught literally with her pants down, having stumbled upon this camp while relieving herself, and had been bowled over by Alexander’s shield bash. Further complicating her situation was the sudden onset of weakness from something she’d eaten from the human’s bag in the last few minutes. Barely managing to stand and readjust her attire before receiving the brunt of Alexander’s desperate swings, Christina’s strength had weakened to such a degree that only a scant few minutes of holding off the human were more than her body could handle. Even while Alexander’s strength flagged, a quick shield bash and a series of following strikes knocked the large hammer from Christina’s grip while the following backhanded shield slam threw the girl onto her back. “My mate...those...are poisonous,” the salamander weakly offered before a final desperate smash from the human’s shield knocked the girl unconscious. Ready to pack up and leave before the girl came around, her tail still blazing with the cheerful light it had cast about during their short confrontation, Alexander nevertheless felt a swell of pity for the girl he’d dispatched. “I know I’m going to regret this,” he mumbled aloud before leaving a skin of water and bundle of fragrant herbs he’d discovered, as a peace offering of sorts, next to the unconscious lizard-girl. With his conscience assuaged, Alexander took off into the nearby hills. ----------------------------- “Why don’t you just stop running?! You’re just going to be tired once I catch you, my love!” Christina called out across the gorge. “You aren’t my type!” he yelled back, exhausted and out of breath. “Decide that after we’re done!” She shouted in answer, seductively running her hands down her midsection to rest on her hips. “I don’t want to have sex with you!” Alexander protested, his inability to look away calling his honesty into question. Giggling at her chosen mate’s reluctance, Christina called back, “Liar. You wouldn’t have fought so hard if that was true~” “You’re impossible!” the man gruffly asserted as he began running again. “Just as soon as I catch you, you’ll find out how wrong you are about that, lover.” To his own mixed, wry satisfaction, Alexander had been absolutely correct in his supposition that he’d regret helping the girl. Her inhuman constitution had allowed her to heal quickly and he’d been just barely keeping ahead of her pursuit for several days. She moved quickly enough that it seemed odd that she hadn’t already caught him, but Alexander wasn’t about to look fate’s gift horse in the mouth. No matter how hard he pushed to widen the gap between them, Christina was relentless. His misguided thoughts to simply hide dashed to pieces by Christina’s melodious voice cooing out playful taunts and pet names. It wasn’t until after a full week of pursuit that Alexander simply couldn’t take any more, his body giving out as he collapsed onto the unforgiving rock of the foothills in which he’d been fleeing. Alexander had sworn to himself that he would only rest until he was able to move again, but that promise did little for him as his pursuer showed up within an hour of his inglorious collapse. “Caught you, my delicious love ember~” the barely-winded salamander teased as she looked down at her quarry. Every creature he’d fought off until this point had been trying to get a piece of his body. He found it surpassingly unnerving, and had resolved that, no matter the stakes, he’d never lie down for one of these inhuman monsters. A desire to remain untainted by her inhuman touch, Alexander rode a wave of energy to his feet, his weapon leaping to his hand with the speed of a striking serpent. His perfect defensive stance, however, was dismantled as easily as if Christina had been using him to demonstrate what not to do when confronting a salamander. Continuing her educational performance, the scaled girl used his shield as leverage and twisted his arm up behind his back. “Let...me...go!” Alexander howled as he tried to find a scaly home for the point of his weapon. Pulling the wriggling man against her, Christina gripped Alexander’s flailing sword arm and forced it down the front of the man, cleaving through his clothes with a giggle. Christina then took a step back, and with a forceful tug, liberated her quarry from his weapons and his clothing at once. “There we go. You’re free, my mate!” Suddenly struck by a powerful curiosity on why porn stars seemed so fond of wearing shoes while performing, Alexander shook that thought from his mind and yelled at his attacker, “You bitch! Give me back my sword!” Unceremoniously tossing the sundered clothing into a pile along with his weapons, Christina threw her arms wide in challenge. “I was thinking about grappling this time.” Doffing her own clothing in a flash, she continued with a smirk, “Oh, but I see you still have a sword quite eager to run me through.” Blushing angrily, Alexander took a step back and looked away. “That’s just-” Trumping any attempt to react appropriately, Christina threw herself onto the unintentionally aroused man and held his arms against the ground. With a wolfish smile, she leaned in to whisper in Alexander’s ear, “Quite the impressive zweihänder you’ve got there. Could any woman hope to try defend herself against it? Oooh, I can tell that it won’t rest until it has my blood.” “No, I won’t just--w-wait just a-” Alexander tried to protest as Christina threw herself against his formidable guard. Obvious h-scene is obvious...took a little more time with this one than normal. Alexander was awakened the next morning by the sound of his sexual conqueror preparing breakfast about a small fire. “Oh, you’re awake! I hope I wasn’t too rough with you yesterday but I figured a big, strong warrior like you could handle it,” she offered with a giggle. “I don’t know if you really enjoy wandering around like a nomad, but I’ll take care of you from now on, my love.” Mustered what remained of his strength, Alexander bellowed up at the girl, “I can’t believe you can even stand there and--Look...I don’t love you, I don’t want you, and just having you around annoys me! If you’re so set on fucking whatever beats you, why don’t you just go jump off a cliff and fuck the ground you land on after it breaks your legs!?” A moment of palpable silence passed between the pair of them, the wind through the hills a mournfully whistling accompaniment to the man’s shouted insult. “O-oh…b-but I thought...” Christina answered simply. She paused a moment further, as if she would respond and then simply turned and headed down the hill into a large canyon, managing to hold her tears in check until she’d passed out of Alexander’s sight. Alexander rationalized his outburst with the flurry of things that had already gone wrong, convincing himself that this outcome was for the best. That rationalization was challenged by a pang of guilt issuing forth from the first hot breakfast he’d seen in months, and his recently-mended clothes, folded neatly beside the bedroll upon which he’d be carefully laid. ----------------------- Several days later, while Alexander continued to make his way through the hills unmolested. He came upon the reasonably welcome sight of another human that had made camp along an old, beaten road. With a wave of welcome, the old man welcomed the weary Alexander into his small camp. Telling his story to the old man, Alexander found a sense of normalcy that he’d been missing, along with a companionship for which he’d been desperately hoping. Coming to the end of his tale, the man suddenly interrupted Alexander with a fearful look when he related to the old man about the canyon into which Christina had vanished. “Not that canyon! A spiteful gorgon lives down there. She’ll kill your friend without a second thought!” Alexander hesitated for several seconds before responding, “I...don’t care. Were you even listening when I told you what she did to me?! I never had a moment of peace from the moment I met her.” Blinking in disbelief, the old man then looked like he was about to slug Alexander. “Are you blind or just stupid? These hills are crawling with werewolves, grizzlies, and more spiders than any other place in the world!” “Fucking spiders…” Alexander mumbled under his breath, a shiver coming over him as he imagined that particular personal nightmare. After another few moments of thought, he added, “Well, I haven’t seen any other monsters and I’d definitely remember if I’d seen any kind of spider.” The old man shook his head and turned away from Alexander, his path now apparently set to any place that was not where Alexander intended to head. “So...stupid and blind it is? Just so you know, there’s a switchback just over that ridge that can get you down into the canyon.” Confused for another moment at the sudden change in the old man’s attitude, Alexander finally realized the likely reason he hadn’t encountered any of those monsters. It also explained why Christina seemed to vanish for hours at a time in her earlier pursuit of him. He tried to shake off the creeping guilt at the thought of the amorous salamander continuing to protect him in secret, even after what he’d said to her. Shrugging his shoulders in resignation, Alexander replied, “Why are you telling me this? She’s probably already gone by now and its not like I can fight a gorgon.” Continuing on down the road without even a wave, the old man answered with finality. “Then I guess we’re done here. I don’t have time for cowards. You’ll probably be a spider snack by the end of the day anyway.” Before the old man had gotten a full fifty meters away from him, Alexander called out, “It isn’t possible! I wouldn’t have a chance to beat a gorgon. If I knew there was a way-” Turning back with a hint of a smile, the old man walked closer. “Oh? So you’d fight the gorgon to save your friend if you had a chance of winning?” “O-of course!” Alexander asserted, with a half-hearted nod, hoping whatever the man might offer would be of use against any of the other monsters he’d be like to encounter. “Then drink this,” the old man said, producing a vial of roiling scarlet liquid and offering it to Alexander. Looking dubiously at the nearly fuming mixture, Alexander reluctantly took the vial and asked, “What is this?” “It’s a vial,” the old man said simply, adding, “Drink it or I’m done helping you.” Not at all willing to admit any feelings of guilt over his treatment of Christina, but suddenly hoping that the questionable mixture was a bottle of answers to his many human disadvantages should he encounter any other monsters, Alexander drank the vial at the old man’s insistence. With every other description failing, Alexander settled on the authoritative decision that it tasted...red. Expecting an obvious effect, Alexander reluctantly asked, “So, will this make me stronger or…?” “Poison? I doubt it. It will allow you to see through the gorgon’s illusion, however,” the old man remarked casually as his form changed to that of a smiling lamia with small snakes writhing in her hair. “What?! You’re-” Alexander sputtered, grasping his stomach in expectation of a coming painful effect. Slithering away, the powerful monster looked back over her shoulder and flashed a devious smile. “Your friend is a statue in my garden now. You have until sundown to find her and offer the appropriate apology or my poison will petrify your arms and legs. After that, I’ll invite every arachne within a thousand kilometers to sate themselves with your helpless body.” Coughing as he made several failed attempts to force himself to throw up the poison, Alexander shouted in fear at the snake-woman, “How will I even find her?! That canyon is massive!” “Hmm, I suppose that is a good question. How did she find you all those times you lost her in the hills? When you love someone, you’ll be drawn to them...or at least you’d better hope that’s the case. You’re burning daylight,” she finished, slithering her way out of sight. Still angry beyond measure and feeling the cold sting of helplessness creeping up his spine like the legs of the spiders he’d been promised, Alexander ran to the edge of the cliffs to find the treacherous path leading down into the canyon. Upon reaching the floor of the deep canyon, Alexander felt that initial tingle of hopeless grow into a crushing glacier of despair. Arrayed before him were thousands of gray, stone statues as far as the eye could see. Nearly falling to his knees in helpless surrender, Alexander swallowed hard and began making his way through the garden of countless statues. The faces of the stone people bore expressions ranging from abject horror to surpassing pleasure, convincing the wayward human that they were all victims of the lamia he’d encountered. Alexander searching frantically for hours, going far beyond what he thought his body could handle. “This is all that damn salamander’s fault,” he mumbled to himself as his stamina waned. “If she wanted to travel with me, why couldn’t she just ask me like a normal person?” He thought of their initial fight, the taxing days of her pursuit, and the...incident that had transpired when she’d finally caught him. As badly as he wanted to hate everything about what had happened, he realized that running from the salamander had been the first task that had actually given him a purpose since he’d begun wandering. Chuckling, Alexander realized that he hadn’t even said a single word since finding himself in that desert months ago. Until he met that salamander, he doubted that he’d ever have a reason to speak again. Startling the desperately weary Alexander was the sight of the sun’s final rays of the day, the golden orb offering a final gift before a night of rest. As he took a look around at the statues that surrounded him now, he saw that they all bore looks of a forlorn sadness. “Damn it,” he remarked out loud, his voice leaving behind an oppressive silence that made him feel as though he was the last person alive. He took and handful of wretched steps to reach the closest statue as fear and sorrow told hold upon him like a boot upon his throat as the sun passed below the horizon, the last statue still out of reach. “Time is up,” the slithering woman called out as she approached the despairing Alexander. Sighing in a profound resignation, Alexander answered back, “Y-you’re right….I’d never be able to find her among all these statues. I suppose I deserve whatever you want to do to me after what I said to her. I didn’t even really mean it.” Having spent the entire day in a growing despair, he found with ironic amusement that he wished the salamander was still chasing him, or that he could at least tell her one last thing before his fate was sealed. “So these will be your last words as a free man?” she asked, turning his trousers to stone with a glance, perhaps to further emphasize his predicament. Alexander shrugged at the gesture, the fear now beaten out of him by the futility of his struggle. “My last words? Oh.” He thought seriously for a moment before he nodded and answered with certainty, “Let her go. Tell her that my apology is something that couldn’t be spoken, only shown.” Smiling slightly, the snake woman gestured to the statue only a handful of meters from Alexander. “And you were so close. She may be stone, but my magic guarantees that she can hear your words and feel your touch upon her. Let me see this apology.” Alexander buried his exhaustion and strode forward, his petrified trousers becoming a pile of dust as he moved toward the petrified figure before him. Seeing the salamander that had pursued and claimed him so completely, Alexander hesitated as he realized that her face was frozen in sadness like so many of the others he had seen as he searched. At a loss for what else felt appropriate, he simply reached out and hugged the solid slab of stone, looking up into the saddened, lifeless eyes. “You’ve probably been following me long enough to know that I’m an asshole, so you know I’m not going to apologize. But what the hell?! You let yourself be beaten by me again! I scream a few bitchy words and you run off in tears?” Alexander stumbled over his words, poking the statue in the chest with an accusing finger before he continued. “Since I’m not going to apologize, this is the best you’re going to get from me. If you weren’t stone and I wasn’t about to spend the rest of my life balls-deep in spider...maybe I’d do more.” Blushing furiously as he realized he still had the lamia’s undivided attention, Alexander leaned forward and kissed the cool stone lips of the petrified salamander, seeing a single tear escape from the stone as the stone grew warm. With a muted flash, the petrification fell away and Christina threw her arms around Alexander, her lips happily returning his attempt at an apology as she returned his kiss for what felt like an eternity to the pair of them. The kiss finally broken, Christina finally says “I was...going to find you later. I j-just heard a group of other mamono trying to sneak up on you so I...ran off to take care of them. So you’ve still only beaten me once.” “Oh…” Alexander managed, too shocked by the developing situation to call bullshit on the obvious lie. “I’m Alexander, by the way. You’d think you’d ask that before having sex with someone…” “I’m Christina, and I figured you’d tell me over breakfast. But one defeat is enough, anyway! Oh, and you already took your pants off, just for me?” “Uh...that was-” Alexander tried to protest, looking around for the lamia and seeing the entire canyon empty. Even the statues that had littered the ground appeared to have disappeared as though they’d never been there in the first place. The pair of them heard what sounded like a distant laugh echoing lightly through the canyon, now bathed in moonlight. “Don’t worry, my darling mate, I’m going to give you at least a dozen chances to come out on top tonight. Even if you lose to me in every contest from now until the end of time, you’ll never lose me.” |
| Best late birthday present ever That was beautiful Em. So good I love it |
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| Hm. A touch sappy at the end there, and rather than the intended victim the words like 'fleshy harbour' had my eyebrow raised. However, as I've told you a thousand times before, you writing is amazing. The introduction especially was... just wow. |
MSGC - A Farmer’s Tale Chapter 1 – The Healing My day started, like so many others before, with a leisurely stroll through the forest. However this time my daily routine was suddenly disturbed when I heard a loud snapping noise followed by the sound of something crashing. Startled but also curious I cautiously made my way towards where I thought the sounds had come from. I arrived at a flowerbed that spanned a small clearing in the forest. There between the flowers I found, much to my surprise, a wounded man. I had only seen a few men in my life, but never had seen one here in the middle of the forest. He was in a bad shape, though, several profoundly bleeding gashes laced his torso, arms, and legs. I feared that without immediate care he might die. Being a Dryad I knew how to use nature magic to heal injuries. A light green glowing aura formed around my hands as I directed my magic towards closing the gravest of his wounds. His wounds were many, though, and it didn’t take long for my body to start aching in protest of spending so much energy. I ignored the warnings, not only because it was the right thing to do, but also because of an overwhelmingly powerful instinct to help and protect this man. With little regard for my own safety I continued pouring healing magic into his wounds till I was certain that I had stopped the bleeding. Saving him came with a price, though, and as soon as I was done I collapsed exhausted and in excruciating pain. I laid there in agony and unable to move for a couple of minutes before I had recovered enough to bite through the pain and force myself back on my feet. I took a short moment to catch my breath and to take a closer look at this unconscious man. His simple plaid clothes were torn and covered in dirt. He had short brown hair, a stubble on his chin, and a sun bronzed skin. Broad shoulders emphasized his heavy muscular build. He looked rougher and sturdier than the other men I had seen so far. I was glad that I had managed to avert the immediate threat to his life, his wounds needed to be cleaned, or else he might still succumb to infections. I decided to take him in till he was fully recovered. Obviously in this state he was not going to walk by himself, so I had to carry him. Normally a simple task, but now a formidable challenge. Only by sheer willpower I managed to carry him all the way back to my home. I was heavily panting, covered in sticky sweat, and I felt like I was burning from the inside out, but I refused to let that slow me down. I washed him, cleaned his wounds, splinted a broken leg, salved his wounds and bruises, and finally tore up an old dress and used it as makeshift bandages. The moment I finished all my strength instantaneously left my body and for the second time that day I collapsed on the spot. All the pain and exhaustion I had been suppressing now came back to me full force. Unable to move I was in for a cold and uncomfortable night on the floor. The regular rhythm of his breath was all I needed to know that it was worth it. I woke up cold, sore, and stiff. I expected the man to be gone, but to my delight I found him still lying next to me. Though it was a slight disappointment that he was still unconscious. I spent the next day and a half tending after him, while at the same time I was slowly recovering as well. I had used a dangerous amount of energy to heal him, and I was lucky that the consequences seemed only temporary. ------------------------------------------------------- I was preparing a light lunch when suddenly a groan and something moving in the other room announced that he had finally woken up. My heart rate increased as both excitement about and nervousness of the upcoming meeting rapidly build up inside me. I hurried over to his room, where I found him sitting straight up trying to pull his bandages off. ”I am so glad you’re finally awake. Ow, please don’t remove the bandages, your wounds haven’t fully healed yet.” Apparently he hadn’t noticed me enter the room, so the moment I spoke up he quickly turned to face me, visibly startled. ”Who are you? What am I doing here? Where am I? What happened to me?”—he suddenly seemed distracted by something and got a funny look on his face—”Are those fucking leaves in your hair?” The first few questions were the kind of questions one could expect from someone who just woke up in unfamiliar place with no memory as to how he got there, but the last one caught me by surprise. It was a really weird question to ask a Dryad, and I wondered why he had asked it in the first place. Nevertheless I gave him a warm smile and replied, ”I expected you to have many questions and I’ll try to answer as many as I can. But first let me introduce myself: I am Salidji and this is my home, please feel welcome. I found you knocked out and badly hurt in the forest two days ago. I have no idea how you ended up there, or what caused those injuries. I’m just glad I was able to save your life. As for your last question, yes those are leaves, but I don’t quite understand why you would ask that, it’s not that uncommon on Dryads.” He looked genuinely confused by my answers, ”Are you suggesting those leaves are actually a part of you?! You’re messing with me right?” Talk about strange. I just told him he nearly died and he’s going on about my hair as if it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. Could it be that he had never seen a dryad before? But still, given the features of some other Mamono species had, he shouldn’t be that surprised we exist. If it were not for the obvious sincereness of his questions I would have thought he was the one messing with me. ”I’m not playing with you, they are really a part of me. If you don’t believe me, you may see for yourself.” Immediately after I had said that, I felt a blush spreading on my cheeks. What was I thinking?! Trying to get intimate after only two minutes? I didn’t even know whether he already has a wife! Nevertheless I made sure I sat down close enough to allow him to touch my hair. He, on the other hand, was now entirely engrossed by my hair. He carefully took a lock of my hear with a couple of leaf strains in his hand and examined it. His touch was like an aphrodisiac and I needed all my willpower to suppress the urge to spontaneously kiss him. After a couple of seconds he let go of my hair again and said, ”Well I’ll be damned. Those leaves are really a part of you. What was it you said you were again?” Still reeling from the lingering sensation of his touch I whispered, ”A… A Dryad…” ”A Dryad huh? Never heard of a Dryad, you sure you’re not just some sort of mutant? Cause except for them leaves you look pretty human to me.” He burst into a hearty laugh, and continued, ”They’re never going to believe when I tell them about you! — he paused for a second and his expression changed to a concerned one — ”Hmm, now that I think about it, I dunno if I should. Them government people might put you in a zoo if they find out about you, they’re cunts like that…” I had no idea what a zoo was, but from the expression on his face when he said it, I guessed it wasn’t a good thing. Charisse might have enacted some peculiar laws, but I had never heard of any laws specifically targeting Dryads, nor were her laws so strictly enforced on the islands; we mostly took care of our own business. But before I had the chance to ask him to elaborate, he continued, ”By the looks of it, guess I owe you one for taking care of me. Allow me introduce myself. I should have done that earlier, but you being… well… some kind of mutant kinda distracted me. The name’s Michael, but most just call me Mike.”—he looked at his bandages again—”Damn, must not have been a pretty sight when you found me; I feel like crap.” ------------------------------------------------------- It has been two weeks now since our first chat but to me it felt more like only two hours. We had spent most of the time chatting, for his injuries kept him bedridden. We had tried to figure out what had happened to him, where he came from, and where he was now. But if we had learned anything in these last two weeks, than that was that nearly everything we told each other sounded completely alien to the other. It appeared as if we were from two entirely different worlds. He had asked me five more times to check my hair just to make sure he wasn’t “on drugs or something”. His injuries were healing nicely, though, and soon he would be bedridden no longer. I had spent the last two weeks in a near perpetual state of arousal. His rough looks, his beard, his gruff voice, his earthy smell, his blunt or even rudely direct but never ill meaning way of communicating, it all made me feel more feminine and made my legs feel as if they were made of jelly. To top it all off I had found out that he was a farmer. I couldn’t think of a sexier job a man could have, save perhaps for a professional Dryad caresser. Thankfully he was rather dense when it came to picking up cues so I hoped he still had no clue on how I truly felt about him. I was torn between confessing my love to him, or holding back for a little longer. On the one hand I had learned that he had no wife, nor a girlfriend, neither in this place nor in the place he came from. But therein also lay the problem: he had not accepted yet that he was from some other place. To me it was as clear as the water in a mountain stream that he was not from this island, nor from the mainland; the place he had described as his home was just too alien. Whether that meant he was from beyond the great sea, or perhaps from even further away I could not tell. But I knew that it would be neigh impossible for him to return home. I would share my home, my life, and my love with him in a heartbeat, but I hadn’t had the heart to tell him that there was no way back. This afternoon, however, he suddenly said out of the blue, ”I’m stuck here, aren’t I? You didn’t make all that stuff about Charisse, Magic, and Mamono up, did you?” Surprised that he suddenly brought this up, I answered, ”No Michael, I didn’t make any of that up. I don’t know exactly where you are from, but it’s obvious you’re not from around here. I will be frank with you, I have no idea how to get you back to your home. I could try to get you an audience with Charisse, but even if she could help you, I highly doubt she would…” He suddenly got a faint smile on his face and answered, ”Nah, that won’t be necessary. Ever since mom died I’ve been thinking about selling the farm and leaving that place for good. I just didn’t expect it to go like this.” My heart jumped and sank at the same time. On one hand I was delighted to hear that he didn’t want to return, but on the other hand it was a great disappointment that he wanted to quit being a farmer. I tried to hide my emotions as well as possible and asked, ”I know it’s not my business to ask, but what had you planned to do then?” For the first time he seemed a bit shy and even blushed a little when he answered, ”Well I always dreamt of owning my own fruit orchard.” I stand corrected, actually there was a sexier job than a farmer, and that was an orchard farmerMy resistance crumbled and without further thinking I kissed him passionately. I clearly took him by surprise, but after a few seconds he regained himself and answered my kiss with enough passion to know what I needed to know. We spent the rest of the day cuddling and talking about family and growing orchards. All that talk about growing trees had gotten me in a bold enough mood to go a step further. That evening I put on my silken see-through dress. I entered his room, slowly walked towards him, and whispered, ”How about starting an orchard together by popping a cherry?” Chapter 2 – The Blessing It has been nearly three years since Mike and I spend our first night together, and I must say I couldn’t be happier. We had gotten permission to start our own orchard from the local authority – a Hakutaku named Sophia, who was also the local teacher, librarian, and historian. She had wholeheartedly welcomed our plan to start an orchard and she had set only a modest tax rate. In return she had helped us with a lot of the administration that was required to start an agricultural business. We had grown a farmhouse in the perfect location: next to a crystal clear stream coming from the mountains and right on the edge of the forest that had been my home for so many years. Sophia’s village was only s 15 minutes’ walk from out home, and provided us with a market to sell our fruits. After our house was finished we had planted dozens of apple, pear, cherry, grape, and orange trees. With Mike’s spirit energy quickly replenishing my magic we were able to grow the trees at an astonishing rate. After only two years, having started with nothing but seeds, we were already harvesting enough that we had to export the fruits to customers beyond Sophia’s village. Mike had suggested that we should focus on staple fruits rather than the luxury ones, and that was paying off; Sophia had provided us with contacts that could ship our fruits to the mainland, and apparently mainland Charisse was always in need of more food. Our business was both literally and figuratively growing quickly. This year we had added some fig, olive, and date trees to our orchard, and we were approaching the milestone of a 100 trees. I feared that this winter would be the last one we had a chance at leaving the island for a short trip to Kioko, before our orchard had grown too big to be left unattended for a while. Mike wasn’t the traveler type and had showed little interest in traveling beyond short trips on the island. But I had managed to convince him to make a single trip overseas to Kioko this winter. I told him to view it as a business trip to gather seeds of exotic fruit and nut trees that didn’t grew naturally on this island. We had packed most of our first harvest of figs and dates as rations for the trip. My magic would ensure they would stay in perfect condition during our journey. We took our most of our savings with us as well, and then had set sail for Kioko. ------------------------------------------------------- So far our trip to Kioko had been a success; we had not encountered any trouble yet, and already had collected several seeds. Yesterday our travels had brought us to an inn somewhere along the road from the South-Western Kiokan coast to Bestallion. The innkeeper was a living piece of pristine white cloth. She had referred to herself as an Ittan-Momen, and I must admit that I had never heard of that Mamono species before. She was nice, though, and had agreed to let us stay free of charge for three nights, if I would help her out with her vegetable garden. Today I would work on the Ittan-Momen’s garden while Mike was going to ask around where we might be able to find lychee and couple’s fruit trees. I had been working in the garden for around an hour when I decided to check up on Mike. As I entered the inn I immediately noticed that except for two voices, one being Mike’s, the place was suspiciously silent. All the other patrons were gawking at the table Mike was sitting at, I knew men attracted attention, but this was something different. I looked over at the girl he was talking with. Her fox ears and blueish translucent body immediately gave away she was a Kitsune-Bi, but there was something strange about her. As I approached the table, I suddenly froze as I realized what it was. 9 Tails! 9 TAILS!? The Kitsune-Bi had 9 tails! Of course Mike was too blockheaded to noticed the tense atmosphere in the inn, and most certainly had no clue as to whom he was talking with. I had come just in time for an icy chill to spread through my body as he asked her an utmost rude question. ”So if you truly eat as many sweets as you claim you do, then why aren’t you fat? Has that something to do with you being a ghost?” I couldn’t believe that my soon to be husband had first asked Lord Kioko why she wasn’t fat, and then followed up with calling her a ghost. I could hear the other patrons gasp as they heard Mike’s questions. Kioko’s ears twitched a little. I wanted to scream at Mike to just shut up, but was too shocked to say anything. Mike in all his obliviousness simply continued his questions. ”Hmm, how does that work? You knowy you being a ghost and all and eating sweets? Do they just fall through? Is that why you can eat so many sweets?” I could tell his questions weren’t meant to insult and were merely out of curiosity, but who knew how Kioko would react, she had exiled people for less! I should have taught him some Dryad’s finesse, but his mannerisms had been way too much of a turn on to try and change him. Just as I expected her to do something terrible to Mike, she started giggling and replied, ”You’re so funny, I could show you if you give me some sweets…” Her voice had a cheerful ring to it and didn’t show any signs of irritation. I can hardly describe my relief as I realized she was probably not going to turn my boyfriend into a rabbit or something even worse. ”I’m sorry I don’t have any sweets, but I got more than enough dates and they’re pretty sweet as well. You want some?” Mike opened his traveling bag and got out several handfuls of ripe dates. Upon seeing the dates Kioko was ever so slightly bouncing up and down in excitement and immediately snatched one. Contently nibbling on a date she started to hum. Meanwhile Mike was trying to figure out how a “ghost” could eat sweets. The anxiety that had kept me frozen in place finally subsided and I hurried over to them, in hopes of stopping his rude questions before they started to irritate Kioko. Finally Mike noticed me and he waved at me. ”Salidji, this nice ghost lady has just told me that there is a small temple down the road where they grow all kinds of trees, perhaps we should go there and check it out. Ghost lady this is my girlfriend Salidji, she’s the one with whom I grow these dates. I hope you like them,” he continued as he turned to Kioko again. ”They’re delicious! Could I get some with cute little faces drawn on them and with little bows, so I can bring them to the tea party with Lice and Nice… Perhaps I should bring one for Milly as well, I think I forgot to pay her again…” ”Of course we would love to. Dates taste so much better when they have little faces drawn on them,” I replied immediately, cutting off any possibility for Mike to say something stupid again. I quickly poured some magic into the dates so they would grow two tiny leaves that looked like little bowties, then I drew small faces on them, just like she had asked. When I was done I handed her several dozen dates in a small bag made from leaves. With all her 9 tails wiggling in excitement, Kioko accepted the bag and turned to me. ”You two make such a sweet couple. Well it has been a delicious meeting, but I have to go and find more sweets for the tea party. I’m sure Lice and Nice will be as thrilled as I am!” With that she blew me kiss and left the inn. I had no idea who Milly was, but I felt sorry for her, for it seemed Kioko had already forgotten her again. After Kioko had left the inn I turned to Mike and said, ”You lovable idiot! Do you have any idea who that was!?” -------------------------- The following morning I was woken by Mike gasping loudly. ”Your hair!? What happened to your hair?” Still sleep drunk and slightly irritated by being woken so rudely. I hadn’t registered exactly what he had been saying, ”Yeah those leaves are a part of me, I’m a dryad remember?!” ”I know, but does that apply to the blossom and flowers as well?” Blossom? Flowers? What the hell is he talking about? Chapter 3 – The Caring I was standing on the deck of the ship with my newest friend a Jouro-Gumo named Neith. We were looking at the land that drew slowly closer. We were heading for a small coastal village that housed – as we were told – over a thousand refugees from the civil war that had broken out in Charisse. With mainland Charisse being mostly a desert, there weren't many food sources for them to draw upon and most refugees were already suffering of malnutrition. As soon as Mike and I had learned that a war had broken out on the mainland, we decided we had to do something. However, the only thing we could do to really make a difference, would be to provide food to those who needed it, rather than those who paid the most. It was because of that decision, that I was now a crew member on a ship that was carrying over 30 tons of food; almost half of it being fruits and nuts Mike and I had grown. I would rather have ferried the refugees to the islands – the only part of Charisse not engulfed in war yet – but the islands tried to remain neutral in this conflict. Fearful of the war jumping over, they were reluctant to accept any refugees. Us islanders visiting the mainland – even if it was for only a few hours – was already considered dangerous to the fragile “peace”. “ATTENTION!” the captain – a surprisingly tall and stunningly beautiful Orc – yelled. She expected nothing less than militaristic discipline from the crew. Given how dangerous our mission was, I understood the merits of such a strict regime. Neith and I rushed over to our positions in the lineup so the captain could give her orders. The captain pointed to the small coastal village in the distance. “Listen carefully, cause I don't like to repeat myself! Over there are more than a 1000 refugees that need our help. Most of them are ordinary girls like you or me. But, these are desperate times, so desperate measures are called for! To ensure the safety of all crew members, I expect you to stay vigilant and execute all my commands without hesitation! Even if that means killing someone! Any signs of unrest breaking out and we leave immediately! UNDERSTOOD!?” ”MA’AM, YES MA’AM” we all shouted back. ”To your positions and get ready! We arrive in 45 minutes!” the captain commanded. Everybody immediately got moving. For Neith and me it simply meant not being in the way of the others. We retreated to the prow of the ship that was empty save for a gloomy Will-o-the-Wisp who was the ship's lookout. Her cage, or whatever it was, was attached to the very tip of the prow, making it look as if she was the ship's figurehead. We slowly entered a small bay and the ship docked the only jetty there. By the looks of it quite a crowd had gathered; probably curious as to what our ship was doing here. As soon as we had docked two massive Soldier Beetles and a Valkyrie jumped down onto the jetty and started to clear it. Five others, three Elves with longbows and two Hornets carrying long spears, were tasked with covering them from the ship and from the air. The Soldier beetles were rather intimidating so they didn't encounter any trouble while clearing the jetty. Most had already left it before the Valkyrie had to tell them to move. The captain ordered for the boarding plank to be lowered. Then she set out to look for whoever was in charge here, taking the remaining four crew members, three Red Oni and one Blue one with her. They were gone for around half an hour before they returned with an utmost strange but also magnificent looking girl. Her body showed features of all kind of different animals and it took me a moment to realize that she was a Chimaera. I had never seen a Chimaera before and was mesmerized for a split second by her wondrous appearance. The captain signaled us and we quickly descended to the jetty. The sheer presence of the Chimaera was overwhelming. The clothes she wore were luxurious enough to suggest that she has, or at least had, a high social status and considerable wealth. My first impressions had led me to believe that she would be a typical stuck up autocrat, so my surprise couldn’t be greater when she bowed deep before me. ”I understood you are one of the farmers who offers her harvest as a gift to us. A most noble deed, and a gift I can not refuse, even though we have little to compensate you for your work. So on behalf of all the refugees here I humbly accept your gift. Would you perhaps be so kind as to give me a name, so I know to whom we owe our lives?” Baffled the humility of such a magnificent and powerful woman, I timidly replied, ”The name is Salidji... Please just make sure everyone is fed, I don't need compensation.” ”Very well Salidji of the Isles, know that Chandra of house Raalan will not forget your name, nor your selfless act of kindness. I will personally see to it that your food is safely stored and that every single refugee here will receive one meal a day.” From there things went really quickly. Chandra had the only warehouse of the town evacuated and then sent over five strong girls to help out the Oni with unloading the food to the warehouse. I noticed that Chandra had quite a few girls to her disposal, and every single one of them ob meyed her orders without question; which made the short conversation we had all the more special. It also and our job here a lot easier. My job aboard the ship had been to keep the food fresh, so that even the quickly perishable fruits would reach the refugees in perfect condition as if they had just been plucked. Neith's job was to take care of everything involving fabrics and ropes. Now that we had arrived at our destination we had expected that we would be moving crates as well, but with the extra help provided by Chandra, there was no more need for that. The captain approached us and suggested we go to the warehouse and help with handing out the first meals to the refugees. I suspected that part of it was simply to keep us from walking in the way of the others. Chandra had the refugees line up in five long rows on the other side of the warehouse. Neith and I were to hand out the food to one of those rows. Today the meals were still haphazardly mashed together from the crates that had been unloaded first. But I noticed that Chandra was already directing some girls to set up a soup kitchen. That day we saw a great many refugees and the horrors of war became painfully clear. Most girls looked like they owned nothing more than the clothes on their back, an unlucky few didn’t even have clothes. Terrible wounds, burn marks, emaciated bodies, I saw it all and it horrified me. At some point I saw a mother Girtablilu begging the captain to take her two children to the islands. So far the captain had firmly rejected all pleas, but a mothers desperate plea was apparently too much. The Orc grabbed a few empty crates, and wrote something on them. Then she turned to the Girtablilu and said, ”I just checked these crates for stragglers and found none. In an hour we'll be leaving again and then these crates will be brought back to the ship. Lady, I can not take your children with me. But, should some children inexplicably wound up aboard the ship, I won't be sailing back just to drop them off.” With that the captain turned around and walked away. As she walked past me, she whispered, ”Keep an eye on those children for me, will ya?” After the captain had left I witnessed one of the most heartbreaking things I had ever seen. I saw a mother kissing her children goodbye, put them in a cargo crate, tell them they had to be really quiet the next hour, and then leave crying. I kept an eye on the children and continued to hand out food. Eventually the captain came back to bring the crates aboard the ship herself. She nodded to Neith and me and said, ”We are nearly ready to leave. Get someone to take over for you and come to the ship.” With that she picked up both crates and left. Right when I was about to ask one of Chandra's girls to take over, I noticed a young human woman in the line of refugees. She had shiny long black hair, a yellowish or light brown skin tone, and slanted eyes. She wore the shredded remains of a robe, that only did a marginal job in covering her slender body. She had multiple bruises and cuts that, unlike most wounds I had seen today, seemed fresh. She needed medical attention, so I told Neith to arrange the replacements, and then walked up the woman to take her aside. ”Please follow me. You need medical attention for those wounds. I know a fair deal of healing magic, I'll see what I can do for you. Are you here with someone?” She looked really frightened and submissively she shaked her head. This was bad, how could she be terrified of me!? Could it be that she was being abused by a Mamono here? Given all the horrors I had seen here already, it wasn't hard to imagine that some might take their frustrations out on someone who was even more powerless than them. I tried to make her feel a little bit more comfortable, but that didn't help much. I wasn't happy about it, but at least her being terrified of me meant that she meekly followed us. When we got to the jetty we were approached by the captain. ”You know we can't bring refugees...” – she stopped dead sentence, as she saw the girl – ”A human woman?! Those wounds… They are fresh, what happened?” ”I don't know. All I know is that she is here alone and that she is terrified. Also she is in need of medical attention. I can help her, but I'll need some time...” ”Time we don't have, we'll be lifting the anchor in five minutes. Dammit, we can't leave her like this! Agh, fuck it. Bring her aboard, we'll figure something out on our way back.” -------------------------- It had taken two days, but eventually the woman had learned that we didn't mean her harm. From that moment on she had opened up a little and I had learned that her name was Kyuri. She had been practically a slave trained as a house servant in the Lost City. She had managed to escape during the chaos that came with the fighting. She had followed a group of other refugees until she had arrived at the village where we had met. There a Weresheep had lost her cool and had assaulted her the morning before we had arrived. She had been too ashamed to tell the others about it, and had kept herself hidden from the other refugees. According to the captain, our the best bet to get Kyuri admitted on the island, was for her to marry an islander and to play it off as a family reunion. The problem was that the only one Kyuri trusted enough was me. I just had to hope that Mike would understand. Neith had offered to foster the two Girtablilu children, at least till their mother made it to the island as well. Seeing there weren't many children to begin with, I had offered her to come and live with us for a while, so the two Girtablilu children could play with mine. Also they could get education from Sophia in the nearby village. Epilogue - The Aftermath I was lying lazily in a hammock watching my children play with the two Girtablilu children. Next to me lay Mike, by the looks of it he had dozed off, and on his other side Kyuri was taking a nap as well. It was amazing to see how much she had changed since we first met. She had shed her scared and submissive behavior and was now blooming into a beautiful woman. I was amazed by how strong she actually was when it came to dealing with her sad past. I was sure that the son that was now growing inside of her would inherit his mother’s strength as well. I smiled as I thought back at the day when I had to tell Mike that his wife had married another as well. Luckily he had forgiven me and had embraced Kyuri as a family member. He had been a bit hesitant at taking her as a second wife at first, apparently where he had originally came from marrying two women was “not done”. But after I had explained to him that it would be my honor to share him with Kyuri, that attitude had quickly changed to “this place’s frigging awesome”. As for Neith, we had made three more food delivery trips to the mainland. I had no idea how big an impact we had made, but I figured that at least we had managed to change this world a little for the better. Now the war had ended and we had reunited a very happy Girtablilu with her children, she had moved back to her old home. At first I felt sorry for her that she was all alone again, but she seemed to be doing alright. Last I heard she was dating a young man who had a particular fetish for "rope-work". I didn't know who was the one getting tied up, but it was like they were made for each other. I resolved that we would pay them a visit real soon and set up a double date. Our orchard was doing great as well. Since the war had ended we more than quadrupled the size of the orchard, and we were now pushing towards 5000 fruit bearing trees. That sure was a lot bigger than we had intended when we had put the first seed in the ground. Although the war was over, there were still major food shortages on the mainland claiming casualties. Chandra, who had been appointed to a high position in the newly emerging government, had visited us only days after Ahmose had taken up lordship to inform us that Ahmose had seen it fit to raise us to the status of Akhet for our service during the war. Chandra had requested, on the new lord’s behalf, that we expand our orchard to help combat the famine on the mainland. The government would provide us with funds so we could hire farmhands, to help manage the orchard. Sophia had been tasked with taking care of the logistics of shipping all the agricultural surplus from all nearby farms to the mainland. The first farmhand we had hired was the Girtablilu mother who had decided to move to Sophia’s village, so her children could continue to be educated as well as having some friends to play with. It was time for us to get to work again. I gently kissed my husband awake, and reminded him that we had 5 more trees to plant today. Them I reached over him to give my wife a sweet kiss as well. She was allowed to laze around as much as she wanted; the main perk of being pregnant. With no threat of war anymore and both our family and orchard expanding, I couldn’t be happier. EDIT: Rewritten the Epilogue |
MetallumOperaturJun 4, 2016 11:01 AM
| Great story ! :) I was slightly taken aback by the fast pacing and at the end it made me feel as if I had just finished watching a film :P I liked the characters, a dryad and a chill dude, with an unexpected human popping up. Overall I quite liked it, nice and fluffy :3 |
| Nice story break here. The fast pace is a bit of a challenge, but workable. And we also have the first uses of both the ittan-momen and the soldier beetle, if I'm not mistaken! |
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Ocu said: I was slightly taken aback by the fast pacing and at the end it made me feel as if I had just finished watching a film :P tygertyger said: The fast pace is a bit of a challenge, but workable. Yeah the story is supposed to show a few short snippets out of their life. Most of the time they'll simply spent growing trees, harvesting fruit, and snu-snu, a lot of snu-snu. tygertyger said: And we also have the first uses of both the ittan-momen and the soldier beetle, if I'm not mistaken! Think the Soldier Beetle is also used as a general in the Kaori lore. Can't remember the Chimaera being used in any story or lore write up, though, it's always been the Manticore. Also the Hakutaku might be a first. |
tterreb said: That was really good. A few grammatical errors here and there, but nothing that really gets in the way of the enjoyment. I actually enjoyed the fast paced nature of the story. Good job! Oh I did too, that wasn't a bad point, sorry if you took it like that. It fit what you wanted to do with the story very well and didn't bother me as much as surprise me :3 |
| Short Story: Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki Second Story "AGAIN!" Master's bark was just as fierce as her bite as she shouted out, war torn shinai clutched in her black paws. What was a normal Egyptian themed garb to show off her Egyptian heritage as an Anubis was replaced with a black and white long gi with protective chest plate. She was easily swatting away every swing I had with only a flick of her wrist. "How you made it to the finals with swings weaker than a slime's punch still amuse me. But if you want to beat that stupid Wyvern's punk you better put more power into your swing. AGAIN!" I switched stances from jodan to waki, a move master thought was amusing from the raised eyebrow she gave me. She knew that I knew that waki was my least powerful stance but I only had one shot at the move I've been working on. I charged her, moving quickly as she raised her shinai above her head "Me..." "DO!" With a quick horizontal slash, my shinai caught her in the side and knocked the wind out of her, the shock of losing washing over her face as her previous smug smile was replaced by shock then pain in a matter of seconds. "I win this time master." I couldn't help by replicate her smug look as she took a minute to catch her breath "One win and you think you are the best huh?" She smiled wickedly but before I knew what was going on, her long black tail grabbed my ankle and pulled, resulting in my weight betraying me and knocking me on my ass. "Cheat!" We both laughed as practice was coming to a close. The same old dojo felt empty since it was just me and master but this was probably the best way to get stronger and better, especially since the town's 5 master tournament was going on. The 5 Master Tournament, based upon the stories of the five heroes who defeated the demon lord and lead the age of understanding and unity between mamano and human. The tournament lasted three weeks between the five martial arts schools in town. Since our dojo only taught kendo we only have to participate in one event and since i am the only student since Gwen left I am the only one training. It's been 2 weeks since the tournament started and I've somehow won every match except for two, the semi-final round and the championship match to win the trophy. It's been a while since our dojo won the championship, the last time was when master was a student herself. Now it's my time to bring the trophy home. *** "MEN!" "KOTE!" The crowd went silent for only the briefest of seconds and that second lasted like an eternity. With one quick strike, I blocked the falling shinai of my opponent's and disarmed her by striking perfectly at her tiger hand, the Jinko girl's look of pain and shock showing through her helmet The referee blew his whistle and called the match a victory due to dropping of opponents weapon "That's the hit! Victory goes to the Sora Dojo and the Doctor of Death!" The siren screamed in her mic and the crowd erupted in cheer. I hated that nickname I got in the tournament due to my constant victories by near surgical strikes but it was definitely better than the nicknames I got in middle school. I turned to the tiger girl as she removed her helmet, revealing an over tanned face and pink hair with black stripes ever hair dye couldn't cover due to her Jinko blood. "I can't believe I couldn't beat a small human from a dojo of one person." She huffed loud enough for me to hear. "I can hear you." I responded with what can be best described as an 'in-between smile'. "Yeah I know~" Ugh We both bowed to each other and went to our separate corners. Most schools had trainers, masters, fellow students and families in their corner but for me it was only my mother and my master, my father was away for business. "Good job Chris, that was a very well timed strike." The traditional gi was replaced again by a suit and blouse that was opened so much Master's chest was nearly popping out that one bad shoulder movement would have given everyone a free show. "Thank you Master." I bowed and when I rose my mother was already in hugging distance with a water bottle "That's my boy!" She hugged her and messed with my sweaty hair as the proud parent she was didn't care the place nor time. "I must say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree now does it Teresa?" Master winked before grabbing her notes and clipboard. "It does not, looks like my family still is the best around for Kendo." We turned and started to walk towards the hallway out of the main floor of the arena as my journey towards kendo gold was continuing. As we passed the entrance to the lobby I felt something... sinister. In front of us was a team of red and black garbed group of humans and mamano, their formation revealed a center figure wearing a hoodie over his face but I could see that sharp toothed smile from a mile away. Next to the boy was a you wyvern, also wearing a suit but with glasses and a red scarf. "Sora." The Wyvern said as she stared through me and at my master "Akuma." My master responded the same. The animosity from both mamano was thick enough that even the sharpest blade couldn't cut it. Then I felt it, the feeling of what it is like being hunted, like I was a helpless gazelle and could only watch as a lion moved closer for the kill but wouldn't, it didn't want to spoil the hunt. No. This wasn't a hunt, it was a showing, it was toying with its prey, watching it suffer and finding joy in the pain it's inflicting, hurting but not killing. I shock from my stupor and saw the source of the killing intent much closer and the hooded figure removed his outer jacket, revealing a tuff of jet black hair and crimson eyes. "Good job on winning, Chris-kun~ I can't wait to sink my teeth into you." The boy said, his smile as wide as his face and his intent all clear. Onodera Genji, the rising star of the Akuma Dojo and one of the dirtiest Kendo practitioners ever. His sadistic nature has broken many bones and nearly killed one poor Vampire girl as his shinai jammed into the girl's helmet and nearly broken her fangs. He was the last person I wanted to face, but his semi final match was up. With one last look between masters and students, the Akuma dojo walked past as they had a semi final match to face. I finally let out a sigh as the tension was finally passed but quickly felt something as two scaled hands wrapped around my waist and something incredibly soft pressed against my sweaty back. "Ew, why are you so sweaty Chris?" As i knew who was mysteriously hug attacking me from behind. "Because I just had a match and won against one of my hardest opponents." I turned to see the bright amber ponytail and emerald green eyes of my girlfriend Gwen standing there. "But no one will ever beat my record of wins against you~" She winked before closing her eyes and puckering her lips. I was about to give her what she wanted but the smug stares of my master and mother killed the mood faster than the thought of a person's grandmother naked would kill an erection. I knew i wouldn't hear the end of it if I didn't kiss the lizard-girl but i also wouldn't hear the end of it if I did kiss her so I took the high road and kissed her on the forehead, knowing i'll make it up later. The kiss she received resulted in her frowning for a moment but that was quickly replaced by a smile that would turn any grey day sunny instantly. "Good job on winning your match Chris. You looked cool but you did make a few mistakes." My girlfriend loved complimenting my fighting then instantly diffusing it by criticizing me. "Wow, you took what I was going to say and stole my thunder." My master said as she put her paw on my shoulder, smiling at her formal pupil. "How is everything going?" She looked down and I followed. Gwen was dressed in a sweat suit of black with red trimming and white undershirt, something that still couldn't hid her hourglass figure. But something else was there, under her arms were two metal crutches and on her left ankle was a big white cast. "It's fine, it was my own fault for slipping. But it's good cause if I was still in the tournament I would have wiped the floor with Chris long ago." "Suure" I rolled my eyes as my girlfriend winked. "I have to go, now.. the match should be startin...." But before Gwen could finish the crowd boomed. Our attention pooled towards the main stage as one figure was standing over the crumbled body of a boy clutching his wrist, writhing in pain, a shinai broken in half next to him. "Th..this is unheard of! The referee called the match after 12 seconds due to injury. Victory to the Akuma dojo and Onodera 'oni' Genji!" My jaw dropped. The hairs of the back of my neck stood on edge. 12 seconds. He broke that boy and cleaved through pure bamboo in half. The figure's head turned and I looked in horror as two bright red eyes stared at me. You. Are. Next. I could only help but gulp as soon people gathered around, yet those red eyes still remained burned into my mind. "Twelve seconds! That's unheard of!" My master shouted, her grip on my shoulder tightened. I looked at Gwen and saw a look of sorrow and confusion on her face. She looked down for a second then looked at me. "Sorry, I have to go now. I'll see you later Chris, bye." I couldn't say anything, i could only nod in response as my mother and master said bye. *** For the rest of the day I was stuck watching film of all of Onodera's past fights, each more brutal than the last. His strikes were powerful and controlled. He wasn't fighting people, he was breaking them. Every time he finished a match I saw those red eyes stare at his newest victim, almost as if he was mentally taking a picture of the newest body we destroyed. 6 matches, 6 victories, every victory followed by an injury of his victim. And he was my next match in two days. The walk home was lonely but it was good to clear my mind, especially since I had two big events these next days. The finals match and the 6 month anniversary since Gwen and I's relationship went from childhood friends to boyfriend and girlfriend. As I made my way home, i felt something in the air. I knew this feeling. It wasn't long since I felt this. Murder. Pain. Suffering. Pure sadism. In front of my house was Onodera, leaning against my gate post, waiting for me. He turned once he sensed my presence. His hoodie blackening his eyes but the crimson shone through and his smile whiter than any crayon. "Took you long enough." Before I could react he was next to me, looking at me but through me, like I wasn't good enough to acknowledge. "You've seen my fights, that scared look tells me everything." He whispered to me, his breath causing my skin to crawl. "And now you are next. But i'm not going to beat you." He waited until he saw my face contort into confusion, his smile growing and his breath got faster. "No, i'm not going to beat you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you in that arena and take Gwen as my own." That made my color flush from my face and my emotions go from confusion and fear to anger and fear. "You don't deserve her, I do. I am going to break you in ways that shouldn't be allowed, Mr. Doctor of Death." His sarcasm adding to his rising excitement as he envisioned ever way he can and will physically and mentally break someone. "You won't win, you can't win. I will show you what it is like for a ant to try to conquer behemoth. Utter failure. Prepare yourself because the hunt is on." He stared at me and waited. Before I could do anything his eyes looked away from me, back to me then away again as he turned around and walked away. He paused for a minute and looked back, only to show off his sinister smile and weirdly licked his lips. I turned and saw the familiar figure of Gwen as she also returned home. "Chris? What was that about?" She asked, but got no response. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breath. Soon everything turned black then white as everything went dull and the last thing I hear was Gwen's voice shouting my name. *** The day leading up to the finals was nothing but white noise, the same snow you get when your TV goes to a station it doesn't recognize. I think I went to the dojo and trained but I don't remember a thing. My master had a look of anger just thinking about how the committee would allow such flagrant displays of unsportsmanlike conduct could go on but sadly her cries landed on deaf ears as they allowed the match to happen. Now we rode to the arena, two hours left before the finals match and not a word was said, not from me, not from my Master. We rode in complete and utter silence. "Christian. If you want, I am not opposed to your forfeiting this match." Her words ended the silence but my lack of a response restarted it. "You are too important to me than any victory. I will not allow you to go against that mad man if you don't want to. Your safety is too important." I say the look of fear in her eyes, the look of pure terror as she could potentially lose her last pupil and be alone. This was a very real fear and I felt it too. I sat in silence as my master didn't look for an answer from me immediately. We rode again in silence and made it to the arena, making our way to the dressing in. "No." My master looked up from her papers with a stone look on her face. "I'm not going to run Master. I'm going to fight." I was done, I was done being scared and I was not about to lose Gwen. My master smiled and laughed as her eyes copied the look of fire in mine. "That's my student! That's the fire I want!" She got up and threw away the forfeit papers from her clipboard. "I've been waiting for that fire and I think it's time." Moving quickly to her back, my master pulled out a brown paper package from her duffle and tossed it to me. The weight was light and the sound of paper crumpled as I caught the mysterious package. My master only nodded as a response so I tore through the paper outliner, revealing a white top with shimmering gold lining. I unfolded it and its contents revealed a matching pair of black pants with similar gold lining. On the back of the Jersey was the word "Sora" in gold kanji and on the left leg of the pants. "Now lets go win some gold to match that outfit." I nodded and donned the new outfit, the fire inside growing and growing as my very soul was raging like an inferno. I WILL NOT LOSE GWEN *** The referee put his hands up to both sides, beckoning both Onodera and myself to the center. He looked at me and I bowed, He looked at Onodera and he bowed. The referee looked into my corner, Master nodding and both my mother and now Gwen both sat next to her. The referee then looked into Onodera's corner, Master Akuma nodded before puffing smoke out her nostrils. He looked ahead then raised his hand, both Onodera and I drawing our shinai. The referee dropped his hand. The battle began. Every strike he had I parried, every strike i threw was parried. There was no give on either side. The crowd was going crazy, the noise deafening. The bright lights made the already hot armor ever hotter as I felt sweat bead after sweat bead fall one my brow but I had to focus. Onodera's strikes were powerful but sloppy. My strikes precise but weak, easily thrown off by his shinai but I quickly recovered and narrowly dodged a head strike that could have easily concussed me if it landed. Onodera back up and I shuffled back a few steps as we both took a second to regain out composure, neither side giving the other an edge. Both of us threw our swords into the Jodan style, my feet shuffling towards Onodera as he stood perfectly still. He was baiting me into striking distance, hoping to land the first decisive blow. As I got closer and closer my hands dropped and I went to Waki style. I barely heard Master yell at me as I rushed Onodera, his blade crashing down from above. I shifted my weight to my front foot and stopped mere centi-meters from the falling shinai as it passed in front of my helmet, barely missing. With that I struck first, a well place hit at his side, knocking him a few inches to the right as my sword swung from my left. I heard the crowd go crazy and my corner start clapping and cheering but I had to focus. Onodera was angry now and his counter attack begun. I jumped back as he began swinging for the fences with every sword swing, hoping to break something but my sword was strong and easily parried him. He was very angry, he only got a few hits but none of them good at all while I was leading in points, my strikes hard enough to do damage but nothing close to finishing the fight. Onodera was chasing me around, hoping to corner me but before I was trapped I would dodge and get to the side, renewing this game of cat and mouse towards a new corner. If I kept this pace he would get tired and lose his focus. But he was a mad man, i barely made out his screams for me to stand still mixed with his heavy breathing. My own breathing was starting to get heavy too as my stamina was beginning to wain. My feet kept shuffling around as I dodged and struck back against the raging typhoon that was Onodera Genji. I had him in overdrive, wasting his stamina with every wild swing. "COME ON! COME ON! FIGHT ME UCHIHA CHRIS! AREN'T YOU A DESCENDENT OF THE GREAT NINJA?!" His egging was trying to get on my nerve but I kept my pace.... until my foot caught my other. I looked in horror as everything started to go sideways as gravity worked its job, causing me to fall. I could see Onodera's smile grow as I was caught slipping literally, his sword high above his head and in the matter of a second come crashing down. I barely blocked it with one hand and used the other to try to catch the ground and my balance. He rose again, closed the distance and struck high and hard, his shinai striking me in the thigh. *Crack* I screamed, the referee blew his whistle and called a time out but not before Onodera got another hit on, this time a side swing to the side of my helmet. My head rang like an antique church bell and everything went blurry. I could only make out enough to see Master rush the stage and bark at Onodera before the leader of the Akuma dojo jump in-between the two. My mother rushed to me as the referee got the two masters to leave and Onodera back into his corner before rushing to me. The ringing was stopping slowly but everything moved in a slow motion blur. ".re....u....k?" What? "Are you ok?" This time I heard it better as the referee took off my helmet and shone a light into my eyes. I covered them in response as the bright light burned my retinas. "He's not concussed... yet." The referee stated, causing my master to sigh in relief. I turned to get up but I was greeted by a sharp pain in my leg, my master and mother catching me and Gwen looking from afar with pain and sadness in her eyes, her hands clasped together covering her mouth. "Chris can you hear me? Nod once if you can." My master pleaded as I slowly looked from Gwen to her I nodded once "Good, you are a bit dazed, that punk got a swing in after the whistle." I could hear her start to growl as I began to become un-dazed shaking my head to regain my composure. "Chris listen, your thigh bone, i think it's broken." "Oh it's definitely broken" I somehow joked "That's not helping. Do you want to surrender? The referee agreed to let the match continue if you agree." "I agree." No hesitation whatsoever "That's the spirit!" My master put my helmet back on and helped me up. My leg was definitely broken but I was somehow able to stand, albeit slanted. The referee called us back, my breathing hard and jagged as I tried to not think about the pain, and waved for the match to start. Almost instantly Onodera shot straight for my leg. The strike further the pain and I screamed in pain before stumbling away. Onodera was smiling and walking towards me. I could hear my master shouting but the pain was too strong. He shot again for my leg and I blocked it but it still managed to hit my leg. He was intentionally targeting it. I could only help but limp away and try to block. I was cornered. My master was shouting, my mother was shouting, Onodera had his prey where he wanted it. In a corner, injured, he wasn't going to kill yet. He wanted to enjoy this. "CHRIS! DON'T LOSE!" Out of everything, I heard her. I heard Gwen, cheering me on. I made it out of her shadow, I started dating her, I absolutely loved her and one our date tomorrow I was going to further our relationship again after we talked about how we were ready. I was not about to lose, i was not about to lose her again. I clenched my leg but somehow switched my sword grip to Zatoichi style. Onodera was not concerned with that, he raised his sword, his smile every wide as he was going to put me out of my misery with one final strike. Before he finished rising, I moved. I shot next to him, reverse grip sword swinging from waki style towards his head. I had him. Checkmate "MEN!" I struck. The blade smashed against his temple and his eyes went white. Before I knew it, his body went limp and fell over as the weight of his body betrayed him and he fell. The crowd went quiet and everything was motionless. Then I felt something crash into me. It was Gwen, she shot up from the corner and embraced me in the tightest hug ever. After her my master and mother followed suit and began smothering me in hugs "HE DID IT! UCHIHA CHRIS HAS WON VIA KNOCKOUT!" the siren shouted in pure joy as the arena went crazy. "You did it Chris!" my master shouted as he lifted Gwen, my mother and I in joy. I could help but only smile crazy and laughed. I limped over to the referee and the committee chairman, clutching a gold medal with a black ribbon around it long enough to place over my head. I bowed to them both and the Chairman presented me with the ribbon and a trophy that resembled 5 swords meeting at the tip. I raised my gold, I did it. I won! Gwen returned to my side and hugged me again as everyone clapped. I looked at her and she gave me the look I knew was coming. "So can I have that kiss now?" She mouthed. I chuckled and kissed her hard right there. We almost fell but I caught her thanks to the extra weight under me being the crutch I was giving. I heard the crowd go crazy and start to woo us but i didn't care. I felt my face get hot as we released our lips from each other to get air. She smiled and moved to whisper to me. "I hope you are ready for tomorrow, I heard you almost used me as a bet against that shark tooth douche~" |
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MoniStar said: I could only make out enough to see Master rush the stage and bark at Onodera before the leader of the Akuma dojo jump in-between the two. I'm sorry. I tried Moni, I really tried... |
| i mean, she is a dog, bark bark |
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aspicientisFeb 7, 2017 9:57 PM
| "The damage... was minimal." Suuuuuure it was. That girl is a menace! |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
“At least she knows how to make an exit.” Olivia chuckled Alysia is a bad influence on Olivia. |
MetallumOperaturSep 27, 2016 2:29 PM
| Given when this takes place, I do not think the damage would be nearly as bad as you stated. Kioko is in town at this time, Eunice just left the castle on official orders from Kioko and Iva is there too. I'd assume Eunice would have stopped that tornado before it got as bad as it did. You are just lucky Kioko is busy with her foot massage to have shown up and issue a punishment. |
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aspicientisFeb 7, 2017 9:58 PM
aspicientis said: I watched as well flew over parts of the sea and headed towards what could now be described a nightmare in hell. Oh come on the festival won't be that bad. |
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Considering the shit we get into these days... This should read as: "the shit I keep getting us in these days...". I assume that burning down the Kiokan harbor was done in agreement with Chime and we'll be seeing some Kiokan justice real soon.Also if Veronica is of legal age, then I would argue those mercs as well as Victoria are committing some serious crimes. Taking someone against her will even if the contractor is her mom is immoral and criminal. So it seems you keep hitting on the bad girls. And poor Olivia has to put up with that. |
MetallumOperatur said: if Veronica is of legal age, then I would argue those mercs as well as Victoria are committing some serious crimes. Taking someone against her will even if the contractor is her mom is immoral and criminal. This assumes a legal system and a system of morality similar to those of western societies in the real world, and mamono have neither. They are a residents of feudal societies in which "might makes right" is a common way of seeing things. Companions tend to be the nicer mamono by human standards, and even they can have ideas about morality that would make humans cringe. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
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