The Monster Multiverse VIP Room (Lizardman/Salamander 3)
Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2017 5:15 am
by Timiddarkspy
To show my support for this site, and to hopefully increase interest and activity I opened up this little room where I dump snippets, and short fics as I do every once in a while, and I won't do it anywhere else so you sort of have to read them here.
To show my dedication in helping this site grow, I am open to any requests given to me by anyone, and any setting. If you like my writing and want some help making your world seem real with fan-fiction of it's own, then I'm more than happy to help you out. Either request in a comment here, or give me a P.M if you want to be private about it. (I promise I won't tell anyone about our deal). I'll organize each fic by setting of course.
Monster Girl Encyclopedia
That Silver Tongue: Akaname
Teacher's Pet: Alice
Let It Snow~ Let It Snow~ Let It Snow~: White Horn
Feather's Old Idea:
Making A Harpy Out Of A Feather: Harpy
Getting To Know Everyone: Harpy
Knowing Who The Bad Guys Are: Harpy
Creator_Drake's Little Plot Were-Rabbit
Gorepit The Unquestionable: Lizardman/Salamander
Herald The King Of None: Lizardman/Salamander
Slate The Outlaw: Lizardman/Salamander
Little Monster Miracle Orphanage (AKA: My Setting)
Fubuki's Interview: Yuki-Onna
Betsy's Interview: Holstaur
Nirvana's Interview: Arachne
Mizari's Interview: Oomukade
To show my dedication in helping this site grow, I am open to any requests given to me by anyone, and any setting. If you like my writing and want some help making your world seem real with fan-fiction of it's own, then I'm more than happy to help you out. Either request in a comment here, or give me a P.M if you want to be private about it. (I promise I won't tell anyone about our deal). I'll organize each fic by setting of course.
Monster Girl Encyclopedia
That Silver Tongue: Akaname
► Show Spoiler
“Hey, Mat! I need you to cover another shift for one of our guys, this flu thing is hitting everyone” A manager called out to his co-worker”
“I already did two doubles already, plus this is my eighth day straight working” Mat commented as he finished cooking a dish.
“I know, but I got a bunch of slackers calling out, c'mon I'll give you your overtime, I just need you to cover one more shift, and you can have the day off after that” his manager replied.
“*Sigh~ fine...” Mat glumly replied having to work another shift the next day.
As if his luck couldn't be any worse a surprise rush of fifteen people at the last second showed up wanting to celebrate some chick's birthday, and being a restaurant everyone had to oblige to their needs including Mat.
Half an hour later and far past midnight he finally finished work exhausted and bummed out as he headed towards his favorite bar, and just barely making it to their last call. He figured at least having one drink would be fine, but to his dismay he realized he's gonna have to drink without his friends as they had left quite a while ago.
As he nearly finished his drink someone had suddenly sat next to him, and started staring at him. He glanced at his new company and saw a young woman smiling back at him, her gray eyes narrowed as her nose twitched, and her smile grew once they saw eye to eye.
Her hair was a mess, as if it had been soaked not too long ago, and she didn't brush it afterward. Black as the night sky, and reaching down her waist, dangling just below her seat, and jutting out of it where her ears, pointy and pointing sideways, though at the very least regular sized. Her outfit was rather peculiar and screamed 'tourist'. A long red, white, and blue striped shirt with a picture of a hamburger on it. The shirt stretched down her thighs and Mat assumed that was all she was wearing besides her panties (if she had any one), and her sandals.
“...Are you new?” Mat asked.
The young girl nods her head.
“Engrish no bery goo...g-good” She tried to speak in your native tongue before sinking back and blushing at her own attempt.
“H-hey it's all good I understand you well enough, I had a D in English myself so I'm not one to judge someone else” you try to lighten the mood.
She giggles a bit before taking a deep breath and trying again.
“New to cunt-count-er~countree?” She's still a little bashful.
“Oh I see, are you here on a visa, or just visiting or what are you doing here?” Mat asked.
She pauses trying to understand you until she finally answers.
“Riv-no-l~iving here! With sister, stud~ying corr-er-uh~college! College!” She stumbles a bit, but starts to get it.
“Oh? I think I know which school you're at then if you're here. It's a nice place with great teachers, just graduated myself actually, but I got to pay off some things, and I'm waiting for this interview I have to work out” you explain.
“Ah~! Good! Good ruck to you~!” She replies.
Mat is starting to notice that her nose has not stopped twitching since he started talking to her, and her head is so close to your chest, she trying to play it cool, but her tongue, that tongue of hers almost never stays inside. Mat can understand if she needs to moisten her lips to communicate in a foreign tongue better, but how wet does she need her lips to be?
“Thanks, and good luck to you too, you must be a really smart girl to be studying abroad like this” you reply.
She blushes and shrinks back a bit possibly out of shyness.
“Arigatogozaim-I-er-sorry-um! Thanks you!” She smiles at you.
“Anytime, cool ears by the way” Mat pointed out.
“Ears? You like?” She replied.
“Yeah, guessing you're one of those mamono things right.
To answer him she stuck her tongue out, and Mat was shocked to see it stretched just over a foot long before she retracted it back in her mouth.
“Nice~! Never saw that up close before!” Mat was impressed.
“You~ don't mind?” She replied.
“Me? Never! Hey, cheers to the new girl on the block...I'm talking about you of course” Mat assured.
“Eh~oh! Cheers!” She understood and gave a toast clinking their now empty drinks.
She's really cute Mat had to admit, and even more shocking was how young she looked despite clearly being able to get a drink at a bar considering the age limit here is 21.
“Well, it's getting late, and I gotta work early so I guess I'm done here. It was nice meeting you by the way...” Mat just realized he never asked for her name.
“Eh~oh! My name is Minami Okogawa!” She greets herself.
The girl even stood up and gave a brief bow and everything, she gets cuter every minute.
“Oh-I don't deserve all that, um here My name is Mathew, but people just call me 'Mat'.” Mat introduced himself.
“...Mat-san?” Minami replied.
“Just Mat is fine with me” Mat assured.
“Mat...*nod-nod*” Minami repeated and nodded her head.
Mat extends his hand and Minami looks at it confused until she suddenly figured it out, and brought her hand out and shook it.
“Hey~ you're getting the hang of this already here. Well I gotta go, maybe we'll see each other again Minami?” Mat replied.
She jumps upon hearing you say her name, and her face blushes a deep red before quickly turning away and nodding her head. Mat a little confused about the whole scene simply took it as her being bashful and left it at that.
They left roughly the same time with Minami staying behind and walking home. She watched Mat drive off before glancing at her hand she shook his hand with. She still hears him calling her name clearly in her thoughts, her face still red as she sniffs her hand, her body trembling as his smell is still faintly there before her tongue stretched several inches and began to wrap around her palm, and fingers licking away at the salty bitterness he left on her. Her legs trembled, her other hand gliding down her nether regions as she publicly stroked her panties as she moaned and cooed until her hand was covered in drool and she collected herself and headed home.
Another day, and rather than enjoying a day off after all the work Mat put in, he had to cover one more shift. As he's taking a much needed break just before the lunch rush hits he leans against the wall of his restaurant outside and thinking of hitting a nearby cafe shop for a caffeine boost. Along the way he spots two girls heading in the opposite direction and possibly in the restaurant he's working. One girl in particular looking fairly familiar.
The two stare at each other and she quickly flinches.
“Oh! Mat!” She called out.
“Hey it's Minami, how are you?” Mat replied walking towards her.
Minami once again sports a blush while the girl beside her smiles wider.
Seeing their similarities from hair color, eye color, and even the same shaped ears Mat realized this must be the sister she was living with. Both girls wearing loose fitting white tank-tops though Minami favored a soft pink mini-skirt and sandals over her sisters black mini-skirt and heeled slippers. Minami's sister was slightly taller though Mat still towered over both of them.
She pulls Minami's head close to hers and whispers something in their native tongue, Minami's face turns pink and she stammers back a response before they turn back to you.
“...Take good care of my sister Mat-kun!” The sister quickly replies before giggling to herself and rushing inside Mat's restaurant.
Minami screams back at her in her native tongue possibly throwing a swear in her ranting before she quickly turns back to you bowing non-stop and apologizing for her sister's behavior.
“Hey it's cool I have some pretty embarrassing friends who do that to me too” Mat assures her.
Minami sighs and collects herself though she looked rather unsure of herself now.
“I'm gonna grab something to drink, if you're following your sister then I'll do my best and cook your food as best as I can” Mat assured her
She smiles at this and nods her head before heading off with her sister.
Unfortunately having a chat with Minami has left him without time to grab a coffee so he decided to cut his break early and just finish up his work. He continues cooking and prepping for the day ahead with the only silver lining being that he'll finally have a day off after all is said and done.
Luckily for him fate had smiled upon him and his manager approached him.
“Hey Mat, I'm cutting you early today, it's pretty slow and I can cover the rest of this until the next guy gets here. Just finish your prep work and you're good to go” his manager assured him.
With his spirits lifted he dragged his body across the back of the house finishing up whatever needed to be done, and clocked out and goes to leave through the front door.
“Mat-kun~” a girl calls out to him.
Minami and her sister approach you as they finished paying for their meal.
“Oh hey, I was just about to leave myself actually” Mat replied.
“The food was good! Right Minami?” Her sister replied.
“Y-yes it was...der~icious...eh~” Minami struggled for a bit.
“Hey, I'm glad you liked it, I wasn't trying to, but I've stayed here through most of my school life so I sort of became a chef out of nowhere” Mat replies.
The girls giggle at this until Minami's sisters speaks once more.
“So what are your plans?” Her sister asks.
Seems like she's actually a local here considering how well her English is, how did Mat miss her?
“Well I wasn't planning on leaving early, but I guess I'll hit up a coffee shop and relax for a bit before heading home” Mat replies.
“Oh! Good, Minami, I just remembered I have...things to do, why don't you befriend the locals while I'm shopping. Mat-kun can you watch my sister for me?” She asks.
Minami's eyes widen and she quickly turns to her sibling, and then to you.
“Well sure why not? Minami's good company, if you don't mind that is” Mat asks.
“N-no! I go with you, if you...like” Minami answers.
“Great! It's a date, have fun you two!” She quickly replies before once again running off.
“Okay, see ya” Mat replied.
He looked down and saw Minami blushing brightly and squirming for a bit.
“Hey, chill out it's fine, c'mon I'll show you what we call around these parts southern hospitality” Mat assured.
“O-okay! Um~ let us be on our way?” She replied.
“There you go, you get better everyday” Mat complimented.
Minami nodded and followed Mat close, he wasn't too sure why she clung to his arm, but considering how busy the outdoor mall was he figured she just didn't want to get lost...cute girl.
The two had a pleasant chat, and Minami even showed Mat the wonders of green tea, iced, and hot, while she enjoyed the wonders of a cappuccino...perhaps with a little too much sugar.
“This is very dericious! I want to look at more things! Can you show me new places!?” She squealed.
“I think we're gonna cancel that second cappuccino unless you stop shaking” Mat replied.
She did settle for a frappuccino with no coffee, and they browsed the shops.
“So many different shops, but all sell clothes-oh! Kawaii~!” She cheered looking at another shop selling accessories.
“Oh? Well we can grab something really quickly” Mat said.
“Really!? You are too sweet!” She smiled brightly.
Now decked out in multicolored beaded necklaces, bracelets, and several new hair bands, and a little plastic mood ring for Minami the sun was ready to set.
“Uh~ thanks again for all these...you sure that's all you wanted?” Mat asked who wasn't thrilled to receiving so much accessories to begin with.
“Hai! I rearry-eh-appre~cia~teoh?” Minami struggled.
“You should probably hold back on the big words, but I respect you for trying...so~ uh want to get a drink before we finish?” Mat asked not entirely wanting to end the day with her.
“Okay, I would like to drink you” Minami blushed and agreed.
“I think you mean-nah I get it. Well here I'll drive us to the bar to celebrate our new relationship!” Mat declared.
Minami gave a brief nod and the two of them drove towards the bar they had met before, and started sharing drinks.
“Mat-I-I can pay too” Minami assured.
“Yeah I know, but first round is on me, but if you insist we'll split the tab after we're done” Mat replied.
“T-thank you” Minami said as she took a sip of her drink.
“I should be thanking you for splitting the tab” Mat replied.
“No, for-for treating me normal” Minami said.
“As opposed to treating you any other way?” Mat said.
“No-eh~ w-when I gut here, I was...nervous” Minami began. “My Engrish is still fresh not like my onee-er~sister? I was scared people will make fun of me” Minami said.
“You got worried over nothing Minami, everyone is pretty cool around these parts. The worst that happens is arguments over football teams winning or losing” Mat said.
“I know, but I culd not help it. So I didn't talk to many people, a-and I was a little shy to begin with” Minami said.
“So why am I different?” Mat asked.
“I~er embarass~ing-I-erm-was drawn to you~” Minami blushed.
“Drawn to me, I just came out of a double smelling like meat and sweat and too tired to make a decent conversation with anything” Mat said finishing his drink and asking for another one.
Minami gulped, and her body trembled for a bit...
“This stool is not comfy, c-can we get a booth?” Minami asked.
“Sure, I don't mind” Mat assured.
Mat took his seat on the cushioned booth, and Minami took her seat right next to him. As they finished their second drink Minami started to slowly slide her way closer to him.
“If I had known-I'd be staying late-I would have brought something warm-*hic*” Minami said.
“Was that a hiccup? You really are too cute sometimes” Mat laughed.
“Oh~ don't tease~-*hic*” Minami couldn't stop.
Mat brought his arm around her and pulled her close, the second finished beer making him more daring than usual.
“How's this? Any better?” He asked.
“Very~ nice, but...” Minami cooed resting her head on his chest.
“But~?” Mat repeated.
“But...my lips feel cold~” Minami purred.
“Well I can fix-*mmph!?*” Mat asked but left himself open for Minami's mouth.
For such a petite girl she sure had a lot of force, she pressed herself firmly against him, her tongue snaking it's way into his mouth and swirling inside his mouth savoring his taste. Her audible moans, send shivers down his spine, and her petite body rubbing against him made him melt from her body heat alone until she finally pulled away with more of Mat's drool in her mouth than her's on his.
“Still think I'm cute?” She moaned.
“Adorable” Mat sneered.
Minami gave a brief pout before giggling and continuing with her kiss until at some point she pulled away again, letting her tongue travel down, sliding against his neck and licking his earlobe before whispering a message.
“Can you walk me home...and to my room?” She hinted.
“Lead the way” Mat wasn't doing anything important that night anyways.
She insisted on walking home, the two of them taking way longer to walk a few measly blocks solely because Minami clung to him through more than half-way, peppering him with kissing and savoring what little sweat he accumulated while on the walk. By the time they opened her front with she was clutching him tight crossing her arms and legs around him, thankfully she was fairly light and Mat had no trouble carrying her, it was seeing where he was going that was the trouble.
“I-mmph-can't-*mmph-where-” Mat tried to talk, but her tongue was keeping his mouth busy.
“Couch-*lick-muah~mmm~!* Do me~*lick~ah~*on couch~*mmm~” Minami begged in between kisses.
Mat just barely eyes the couch in front of him between Minami's face, and tongue blocking most of his sight, and lays back first on it with Minami on top. Mat could feel her cotton panties grinding against his thigh, her moans becoming more audible, causing Mat's hands to become more frisky.
First gliding across her sides, sliding down slowly to savor her skin as she wasted no time in removing her top and yanking her skirt leaving her in a bra and panties, his hands now gliding down her thighs rotating ever so slightly, teasing her by narrowly brushing her panties with his knuckles.
“*mmm~* I like you hands~I want to feel them all over~” Minami moans as she tries to strip Mat as well.
He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, and Minami couldn't wait very long either. As he was undoing his pants Minami went to work licking away at his chest, circling and sliding back and forth, stretching her tongue up to two feet to lick as much as she can as quickly as she can.
“Sho~derichus~” She moaned as she continued licking.
Mat on the other hand struggle to unhook her bra as her saliva was starting to take effect and he felt his skin grow overly sensitive, he couldn't help but groan his own pleasures out loud and Minami was quick to notice.
“Ehehe~you like muh~tongue~*lick~lick~*-I'm happy~*mmm~*” Minami whispered as she continued licking away.
Just as Mat did away with her bra, and was ready to remove her panties, she slid herself down, he felt her hardened nipples slide slowly lower until she was on his legs, and pulling down his briefs to gaze at his erect member.
“Ah~ so big, It's all for little me~?” She gasped, her eyes glistening as she was practically worshiping his dick.
“Yeah Minami, be sure to lick it all up girl” Mat replied.
“Thank you for the meal~*ah~mmph~*” Minami thanked before taking the head into her mouth.
Her tongue snaked it's way down as she started bobbing her head, her tongue wrapped twice over around his cock and drenching it in her saliva as she gazed into his eyes and started sucking him for his seed.
Mat clutched at whatever he could, her hot mouth, and tongue driving his senses mad.
“Can't hold it-gonna cum!” Mat groaned loudly.
Minami took it as a sign to go even faster, her mouth slowly sliding down taking more and more of him inside her until he felt the back of her throat, and she struggled to keep it all in. She coughed, and gagged, but was determined to do her best.
“*Guogh-cough~ooh~mmph~mmph~*cu~m inshide-*guogh-ah-cough-oohmmm~*” she coughed out with a mouth full of dick.
Unable to bear it anymore Mat released inside her throat, feeding her his seed as Minami pulled back to let it rest inside her mouth to savor the taste.
As she suckled away at every drop she could, Mat was gasping and moaning at the spike in sensitivity, and Minami's enthusiasm to keep sucking and licking away.
Finally after Minami could suck out no more she pulled out with audible *pop* and let her reward savor around in her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could showing Mat his seed now mixed with her saliva, her tongue playing with it as she moaned, and stood up on her knees, her fingers sliding down inside her panties and stroking her pussy before closing it. A loud 'gulp' was heard and she opened her mouth once more, her tongue hanging down to his dick to show she swallowed every drop.
“I'm not~done...my-my-pussy is hungry~for Mat-kun's cock~” Minami purred.
“Guess your English is better when you're horny Minami” Mat replied taking his hand and cupping her pussy with it.
Minami gasped, and pulled her hand away allowing Mat to do whatever he pleased. Snaking a finger in between her panties, her gingerly slid and circled Minami's pussy, feeling her clit and flicking at it. Minami's gasps and moans grew louder, her body trembled, and she struggled to stay upright, not helping was Mat's second hand cupping her breasts and playing with her nipple.
“Boobs-*ah*-small-d-do you m-m-*a-ah~*-mind?” Minami asked.
“Why would I mind, when my hands are a perfect fit for them?” Mat replied going faster, and rougher on Minami's body. Her body glistening uder the moonlight, and due in large part to her sweat, drool, and love juices now with several strands traveling down both her legs, her sex begging to be received.
“Mat! Mat! Do me now~I can't wait! I want it!” Minami gasped.
Not wanting to waste anytime removing her panties, or even losing skin contact he settled with brushing it aside to let his erection now alive again pressed against her tight entrance.
“Geez-I can barely push the tip in Minami” Mat gasped.
“Ah~wait-be-be gentle! It is my first-eh~time...” Minami squeaked out.
Mat understood, and held Minami close, pulling her into his embrace as he attempted to penetrate with her laying face down on top of him.
“Hey Minami, look at me when I enter you” Mat suggested.
Minami's eye's shot up, glistening with tears as she nodded her head, and brought her tongue out once more to continue making out with Mat. Never losing sight of each other, Mat slowly brought Minami's body lower until he finally made his way inside.
Minami gave out a yelp, the pain stinging for just a moment until she numbed it with more pleasure, and with Mat's help as his hands continue to brush and massage her more sensitive body parts.
“Mat-kun~ you are filling me up~ more~ I want to feel more of Mat” Minami gasped.
Their love was slow, but affectionate, Minami refusing any position that would leave even an inch of her skin bare, and prefer to feel as much of him as possible. Her hips slowly began to move on their own as their pace began to increase. She moaned with no shame ensuring Mat's impressive role in their love-making.
“Mat-Mat-*ah~-ah-*c-cumming-I'm cumming~” Minami gasped.
“Me too, I can't hold it-” Mat replied.
Tried as he might he couldn't pull out, Minami making sure he would release everything inside.
“It's okay Mat! I-I want it, I love you Mat! I love you-I love you~ah~!” She cried out before she lost it in an intense orgasm. Feeling her clamp down, and torrent of her warm juices drowning his dick, Mat also released inside her, no doubt shooting his semen straight into her womb.
Despite orgasming twice he found himself still full of energy and vigor, Minami perhaps anticipating this smiled.
“I...I really love you~ Mat” Minami whispered.
“I-same here, I love you quite a bit Minami...I love you so much I want to go again” Mat said.
“Then ravish me~ do whatever you want with my body, I'm yours” Minami allowed.
Mat, and Minami were still at it, even at the crack of dawn, Minami now finally satisfied and collapsed, naked and spread eagle on the couch as his seed was now overflowing inside her.
“Wow, that was amazing Minami...since I have the day off, why don't I stick around, maybe make some breakfast?” Mat asked.
“No~ I want...hug~” Minami cried out reaching out to him.
“I get the feeling if I hug you, you won't let go even as I'm cooking” Mat replied.
Minami once again began to pout.
“Hey, tell you what, after we eat we can go out again...once I take a shower, and a change of clothes” Mat replies.
“No~ I wanna lick-lick you more~” Minami gasped.
“You're so needy, I'll get us something ready, you don't mind if I use the kitchen right?” Mat asked.
“I love you Mat, I love you so-so much~” Minami purred.
“I'll take that as a no, be right back with breakfast” Mat replied heading off into the kitchen with nothing, but his pants.
Now out of ear-shot Minami's sister descended downstairs, gasping and holding back a squeal seeing her sibling in a state of naked bliss.
“Wow~ hey, Minami, I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna ask him how he feels about having three-somes with sisters” she replied before giggling to herself, and letting her tongue hang out.
“I already did two doubles already, plus this is my eighth day straight working” Mat commented as he finished cooking a dish.
“I know, but I got a bunch of slackers calling out, c'mon I'll give you your overtime, I just need you to cover one more shift, and you can have the day off after that” his manager replied.
“*Sigh~ fine...” Mat glumly replied having to work another shift the next day.
As if his luck couldn't be any worse a surprise rush of fifteen people at the last second showed up wanting to celebrate some chick's birthday, and being a restaurant everyone had to oblige to their needs including Mat.
Half an hour later and far past midnight he finally finished work exhausted and bummed out as he headed towards his favorite bar, and just barely making it to their last call. He figured at least having one drink would be fine, but to his dismay he realized he's gonna have to drink without his friends as they had left quite a while ago.
As he nearly finished his drink someone had suddenly sat next to him, and started staring at him. He glanced at his new company and saw a young woman smiling back at him, her gray eyes narrowed as her nose twitched, and her smile grew once they saw eye to eye.
Her hair was a mess, as if it had been soaked not too long ago, and she didn't brush it afterward. Black as the night sky, and reaching down her waist, dangling just below her seat, and jutting out of it where her ears, pointy and pointing sideways, though at the very least regular sized. Her outfit was rather peculiar and screamed 'tourist'. A long red, white, and blue striped shirt with a picture of a hamburger on it. The shirt stretched down her thighs and Mat assumed that was all she was wearing besides her panties (if she had any one), and her sandals.
“...Are you new?” Mat asked.
The young girl nods her head.
“Engrish no bery goo...g-good” She tried to speak in your native tongue before sinking back and blushing at her own attempt.
“H-hey it's all good I understand you well enough, I had a D in English myself so I'm not one to judge someone else” you try to lighten the mood.
She giggles a bit before taking a deep breath and trying again.
“New to cunt-count-er~countree?” She's still a little bashful.
“Oh I see, are you here on a visa, or just visiting or what are you doing here?” Mat asked.
She pauses trying to understand you until she finally answers.
“Riv-no-l~iving here! With sister, stud~ying corr-er-uh~college! College!” She stumbles a bit, but starts to get it.
“Oh? I think I know which school you're at then if you're here. It's a nice place with great teachers, just graduated myself actually, but I got to pay off some things, and I'm waiting for this interview I have to work out” you explain.
“Ah~! Good! Good ruck to you~!” She replies.
Mat is starting to notice that her nose has not stopped twitching since he started talking to her, and her head is so close to your chest, she trying to play it cool, but her tongue, that tongue of hers almost never stays inside. Mat can understand if she needs to moisten her lips to communicate in a foreign tongue better, but how wet does she need her lips to be?
“Thanks, and good luck to you too, you must be a really smart girl to be studying abroad like this” you reply.
She blushes and shrinks back a bit possibly out of shyness.
“Arigatogozaim-I-er-sorry-um! Thanks you!” She smiles at you.
“Anytime, cool ears by the way” Mat pointed out.
“Ears? You like?” She replied.
“Yeah, guessing you're one of those mamono things right.
To answer him she stuck her tongue out, and Mat was shocked to see it stretched just over a foot long before she retracted it back in her mouth.
“Nice~! Never saw that up close before!” Mat was impressed.
“You~ don't mind?” She replied.
“Me? Never! Hey, cheers to the new girl on the block...I'm talking about you of course” Mat assured.
“Eh~oh! Cheers!” She understood and gave a toast clinking their now empty drinks.
She's really cute Mat had to admit, and even more shocking was how young she looked despite clearly being able to get a drink at a bar considering the age limit here is 21.
“Well, it's getting late, and I gotta work early so I guess I'm done here. It was nice meeting you by the way...” Mat just realized he never asked for her name.
“Eh~oh! My name is Minami Okogawa!” She greets herself.
The girl even stood up and gave a brief bow and everything, she gets cuter every minute.
“Oh-I don't deserve all that, um here My name is Mathew, but people just call me 'Mat'.” Mat introduced himself.
“...Mat-san?” Minami replied.
“Just Mat is fine with me” Mat assured.
“Mat...*nod-nod*” Minami repeated and nodded her head.
Mat extends his hand and Minami looks at it confused until she suddenly figured it out, and brought her hand out and shook it.
“Hey~ you're getting the hang of this already here. Well I gotta go, maybe we'll see each other again Minami?” Mat replied.
She jumps upon hearing you say her name, and her face blushes a deep red before quickly turning away and nodding her head. Mat a little confused about the whole scene simply took it as her being bashful and left it at that.
They left roughly the same time with Minami staying behind and walking home. She watched Mat drive off before glancing at her hand she shook his hand with. She still hears him calling her name clearly in her thoughts, her face still red as she sniffs her hand, her body trembling as his smell is still faintly there before her tongue stretched several inches and began to wrap around her palm, and fingers licking away at the salty bitterness he left on her. Her legs trembled, her other hand gliding down her nether regions as she publicly stroked her panties as she moaned and cooed until her hand was covered in drool and she collected herself and headed home.
Another day, and rather than enjoying a day off after all the work Mat put in, he had to cover one more shift. As he's taking a much needed break just before the lunch rush hits he leans against the wall of his restaurant outside and thinking of hitting a nearby cafe shop for a caffeine boost. Along the way he spots two girls heading in the opposite direction and possibly in the restaurant he's working. One girl in particular looking fairly familiar.
The two stare at each other and she quickly flinches.
“Oh! Mat!” She called out.
“Hey it's Minami, how are you?” Mat replied walking towards her.
Minami once again sports a blush while the girl beside her smiles wider.
Seeing their similarities from hair color, eye color, and even the same shaped ears Mat realized this must be the sister she was living with. Both girls wearing loose fitting white tank-tops though Minami favored a soft pink mini-skirt and sandals over her sisters black mini-skirt and heeled slippers. Minami's sister was slightly taller though Mat still towered over both of them.
She pulls Minami's head close to hers and whispers something in their native tongue, Minami's face turns pink and she stammers back a response before they turn back to you.
“...Take good care of my sister Mat-kun!” The sister quickly replies before giggling to herself and rushing inside Mat's restaurant.
Minami screams back at her in her native tongue possibly throwing a swear in her ranting before she quickly turns back to you bowing non-stop and apologizing for her sister's behavior.
“Hey it's cool I have some pretty embarrassing friends who do that to me too” Mat assures her.
Minami sighs and collects herself though she looked rather unsure of herself now.
“I'm gonna grab something to drink, if you're following your sister then I'll do my best and cook your food as best as I can” Mat assured her
She smiles at this and nods her head before heading off with her sister.
Unfortunately having a chat with Minami has left him without time to grab a coffee so he decided to cut his break early and just finish up his work. He continues cooking and prepping for the day ahead with the only silver lining being that he'll finally have a day off after all is said and done.
Luckily for him fate had smiled upon him and his manager approached him.
“Hey Mat, I'm cutting you early today, it's pretty slow and I can cover the rest of this until the next guy gets here. Just finish your prep work and you're good to go” his manager assured him.
With his spirits lifted he dragged his body across the back of the house finishing up whatever needed to be done, and clocked out and goes to leave through the front door.
“Mat-kun~” a girl calls out to him.
Minami and her sister approach you as they finished paying for their meal.
“Oh hey, I was just about to leave myself actually” Mat replied.
“The food was good! Right Minami?” Her sister replied.
“Y-yes it was...der~icious...eh~” Minami struggled for a bit.
“Hey, I'm glad you liked it, I wasn't trying to, but I've stayed here through most of my school life so I sort of became a chef out of nowhere” Mat replies.
The girls giggle at this until Minami's sisters speaks once more.
“So what are your plans?” Her sister asks.
Seems like she's actually a local here considering how well her English is, how did Mat miss her?
“Well I wasn't planning on leaving early, but I guess I'll hit up a coffee shop and relax for a bit before heading home” Mat replies.
“Oh! Good, Minami, I just remembered I have...things to do, why don't you befriend the locals while I'm shopping. Mat-kun can you watch my sister for me?” She asks.
Minami's eyes widen and she quickly turns to her sibling, and then to you.
“Well sure why not? Minami's good company, if you don't mind that is” Mat asks.
“N-no! I go with you, if you...like” Minami answers.
“Great! It's a date, have fun you two!” She quickly replies before once again running off.
“Okay, see ya” Mat replied.
He looked down and saw Minami blushing brightly and squirming for a bit.
“Hey, chill out it's fine, c'mon I'll show you what we call around these parts southern hospitality” Mat assured.
“O-okay! Um~ let us be on our way?” She replied.
“There you go, you get better everyday” Mat complimented.
Minami nodded and followed Mat close, he wasn't too sure why she clung to his arm, but considering how busy the outdoor mall was he figured she just didn't want to get lost...cute girl.
The two had a pleasant chat, and Minami even showed Mat the wonders of green tea, iced, and hot, while she enjoyed the wonders of a cappuccino...perhaps with a little too much sugar.
“This is very dericious! I want to look at more things! Can you show me new places!?” She squealed.
“I think we're gonna cancel that second cappuccino unless you stop shaking” Mat replied.
She did settle for a frappuccino with no coffee, and they browsed the shops.
“So many different shops, but all sell clothes-oh! Kawaii~!” She cheered looking at another shop selling accessories.
“Oh? Well we can grab something really quickly” Mat said.
“Really!? You are too sweet!” She smiled brightly.
Now decked out in multicolored beaded necklaces, bracelets, and several new hair bands, and a little plastic mood ring for Minami the sun was ready to set.
“Uh~ thanks again for all these...you sure that's all you wanted?” Mat asked who wasn't thrilled to receiving so much accessories to begin with.
“Hai! I rearry-eh-appre~cia~teoh?” Minami struggled.
“You should probably hold back on the big words, but I respect you for trying...so~ uh want to get a drink before we finish?” Mat asked not entirely wanting to end the day with her.
“Okay, I would like to drink you” Minami blushed and agreed.
“I think you mean-nah I get it. Well here I'll drive us to the bar to celebrate our new relationship!” Mat declared.
Minami gave a brief nod and the two of them drove towards the bar they had met before, and started sharing drinks.
“Mat-I-I can pay too” Minami assured.
“Yeah I know, but first round is on me, but if you insist we'll split the tab after we're done” Mat replied.
“T-thank you” Minami said as she took a sip of her drink.
“I should be thanking you for splitting the tab” Mat replied.
“No, for-for treating me normal” Minami said.
“As opposed to treating you any other way?” Mat said.
“No-eh~ w-when I gut here, I was...nervous” Minami began. “My Engrish is still fresh not like my onee-er~sister? I was scared people will make fun of me” Minami said.
“You got worried over nothing Minami, everyone is pretty cool around these parts. The worst that happens is arguments over football teams winning or losing” Mat said.
“I know, but I culd not help it. So I didn't talk to many people, a-and I was a little shy to begin with” Minami said.
“So why am I different?” Mat asked.
“I~er embarass~ing-I-erm-was drawn to you~” Minami blushed.
“Drawn to me, I just came out of a double smelling like meat and sweat and too tired to make a decent conversation with anything” Mat said finishing his drink and asking for another one.
Minami gulped, and her body trembled for a bit...
“This stool is not comfy, c-can we get a booth?” Minami asked.
“Sure, I don't mind” Mat assured.
Mat took his seat on the cushioned booth, and Minami took her seat right next to him. As they finished their second drink Minami started to slowly slide her way closer to him.
“If I had known-I'd be staying late-I would have brought something warm-*hic*” Minami said.
“Was that a hiccup? You really are too cute sometimes” Mat laughed.
“Oh~ don't tease~-*hic*” Minami couldn't stop.
Mat brought his arm around her and pulled her close, the second finished beer making him more daring than usual.
“How's this? Any better?” He asked.
“Very~ nice, but...” Minami cooed resting her head on his chest.
“But~?” Mat repeated.
“But...my lips feel cold~” Minami purred.
“Well I can fix-*mmph!?*” Mat asked but left himself open for Minami's mouth.
For such a petite girl she sure had a lot of force, she pressed herself firmly against him, her tongue snaking it's way into his mouth and swirling inside his mouth savoring his taste. Her audible moans, send shivers down his spine, and her petite body rubbing against him made him melt from her body heat alone until she finally pulled away with more of Mat's drool in her mouth than her's on his.
“Still think I'm cute?” She moaned.
“Adorable” Mat sneered.
Minami gave a brief pout before giggling and continuing with her kiss until at some point she pulled away again, letting her tongue travel down, sliding against his neck and licking his earlobe before whispering a message.
“Can you walk me home...and to my room?” She hinted.
“Lead the way” Mat wasn't doing anything important that night anyways.
She insisted on walking home, the two of them taking way longer to walk a few measly blocks solely because Minami clung to him through more than half-way, peppering him with kissing and savoring what little sweat he accumulated while on the walk. By the time they opened her front with she was clutching him tight crossing her arms and legs around him, thankfully she was fairly light and Mat had no trouble carrying her, it was seeing where he was going that was the trouble.
“I-mmph-can't-*mmph-where-” Mat tried to talk, but her tongue was keeping his mouth busy.
“Couch-*lick-muah~mmm~!* Do me~*lick~ah~*on couch~*mmm~” Minami begged in between kisses.
Mat just barely eyes the couch in front of him between Minami's face, and tongue blocking most of his sight, and lays back first on it with Minami on top. Mat could feel her cotton panties grinding against his thigh, her moans becoming more audible, causing Mat's hands to become more frisky.
First gliding across her sides, sliding down slowly to savor her skin as she wasted no time in removing her top and yanking her skirt leaving her in a bra and panties, his hands now gliding down her thighs rotating ever so slightly, teasing her by narrowly brushing her panties with his knuckles.
“*mmm~* I like you hands~I want to feel them all over~” Minami moans as she tries to strip Mat as well.
He couldn't get his clothes off fast enough, and Minami couldn't wait very long either. As he was undoing his pants Minami went to work licking away at his chest, circling and sliding back and forth, stretching her tongue up to two feet to lick as much as she can as quickly as she can.
“Sho~derichus~” She moaned as she continued licking.
Mat on the other hand struggle to unhook her bra as her saliva was starting to take effect and he felt his skin grow overly sensitive, he couldn't help but groan his own pleasures out loud and Minami was quick to notice.
“Ehehe~you like muh~tongue~*lick~lick~*-I'm happy~*mmm~*” Minami whispered as she continued licking away.
Just as Mat did away with her bra, and was ready to remove her panties, she slid herself down, he felt her hardened nipples slide slowly lower until she was on his legs, and pulling down his briefs to gaze at his erect member.
“Ah~ so big, It's all for little me~?” She gasped, her eyes glistening as she was practically worshiping his dick.
“Yeah Minami, be sure to lick it all up girl” Mat replied.
“Thank you for the meal~*ah~mmph~*” Minami thanked before taking the head into her mouth.
Her tongue snaked it's way down as she started bobbing her head, her tongue wrapped twice over around his cock and drenching it in her saliva as she gazed into his eyes and started sucking him for his seed.
Mat clutched at whatever he could, her hot mouth, and tongue driving his senses mad.
“Can't hold it-gonna cum!” Mat groaned loudly.
Minami took it as a sign to go even faster, her mouth slowly sliding down taking more and more of him inside her until he felt the back of her throat, and she struggled to keep it all in. She coughed, and gagged, but was determined to do her best.
“*Guogh-cough~ooh~mmph~mmph~*cu~m inshide-*guogh-ah-cough-oohmmm~*” she coughed out with a mouth full of dick.
Unable to bear it anymore Mat released inside her throat, feeding her his seed as Minami pulled back to let it rest inside her mouth to savor the taste.
As she suckled away at every drop she could, Mat was gasping and moaning at the spike in sensitivity, and Minami's enthusiasm to keep sucking and licking away.
Finally after Minami could suck out no more she pulled out with audible *pop* and let her reward savor around in her mouth. She opened her mouth as wide as she could showing Mat his seed now mixed with her saliva, her tongue playing with it as she moaned, and stood up on her knees, her fingers sliding down inside her panties and stroking her pussy before closing it. A loud 'gulp' was heard and she opened her mouth once more, her tongue hanging down to his dick to show she swallowed every drop.
“I'm not~done...my-my-pussy is hungry~for Mat-kun's cock~” Minami purred.
“Guess your English is better when you're horny Minami” Mat replied taking his hand and cupping her pussy with it.
Minami gasped, and pulled her hand away allowing Mat to do whatever he pleased. Snaking a finger in between her panties, her gingerly slid and circled Minami's pussy, feeling her clit and flicking at it. Minami's gasps and moans grew louder, her body trembled, and she struggled to stay upright, not helping was Mat's second hand cupping her breasts and playing with her nipple.
“Boobs-*ah*-small-d-do you m-m-*a-ah~*-mind?” Minami asked.
“Why would I mind, when my hands are a perfect fit for them?” Mat replied going faster, and rougher on Minami's body. Her body glistening uder the moonlight, and due in large part to her sweat, drool, and love juices now with several strands traveling down both her legs, her sex begging to be received.
“Mat! Mat! Do me now~I can't wait! I want it!” Minami gasped.
Not wanting to waste anytime removing her panties, or even losing skin contact he settled with brushing it aside to let his erection now alive again pressed against her tight entrance.
“Geez-I can barely push the tip in Minami” Mat gasped.
“Ah~wait-be-be gentle! It is my first-eh~time...” Minami squeaked out.
Mat understood, and held Minami close, pulling her into his embrace as he attempted to penetrate with her laying face down on top of him.
“Hey Minami, look at me when I enter you” Mat suggested.
Minami's eye's shot up, glistening with tears as she nodded her head, and brought her tongue out once more to continue making out with Mat. Never losing sight of each other, Mat slowly brought Minami's body lower until he finally made his way inside.
Minami gave out a yelp, the pain stinging for just a moment until she numbed it with more pleasure, and with Mat's help as his hands continue to brush and massage her more sensitive body parts.
“Mat-kun~ you are filling me up~ more~ I want to feel more of Mat” Minami gasped.
Their love was slow, but affectionate, Minami refusing any position that would leave even an inch of her skin bare, and prefer to feel as much of him as possible. Her hips slowly began to move on their own as their pace began to increase. She moaned with no shame ensuring Mat's impressive role in their love-making.
“Mat-Mat-*ah~-ah-*c-cumming-I'm cumming~” Minami gasped.
“Me too, I can't hold it-” Mat replied.
Tried as he might he couldn't pull out, Minami making sure he would release everything inside.
“It's okay Mat! I-I want it, I love you Mat! I love you-I love you~ah~!” She cried out before she lost it in an intense orgasm. Feeling her clamp down, and torrent of her warm juices drowning his dick, Mat also released inside her, no doubt shooting his semen straight into her womb.
Despite orgasming twice he found himself still full of energy and vigor, Minami perhaps anticipating this smiled.
“I...I really love you~ Mat” Minami whispered.
“I-same here, I love you quite a bit Minami...I love you so much I want to go again” Mat said.
“Then ravish me~ do whatever you want with my body, I'm yours” Minami allowed.
Mat, and Minami were still at it, even at the crack of dawn, Minami now finally satisfied and collapsed, naked and spread eagle on the couch as his seed was now overflowing inside her.
“Wow, that was amazing Minami...since I have the day off, why don't I stick around, maybe make some breakfast?” Mat asked.
“No~ I want...hug~” Minami cried out reaching out to him.
“I get the feeling if I hug you, you won't let go even as I'm cooking” Mat replied.
Minami once again began to pout.
“Hey, tell you what, after we eat we can go out again...once I take a shower, and a change of clothes” Mat replies.
“No~ I wanna lick-lick you more~” Minami gasped.
“You're so needy, I'll get us something ready, you don't mind if I use the kitchen right?” Mat asked.
“I love you Mat, I love you so-so much~” Minami purred.
“I'll take that as a no, be right back with breakfast” Mat replied heading off into the kitchen with nothing, but his pants.
Now out of ear-shot Minami's sister descended downstairs, gasping and holding back a squeal seeing her sibling in a state of naked bliss.
“Wow~ hey, Minami, I hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna ask him how he feels about having three-somes with sisters” she replied before giggling to herself, and letting her tongue hang out.
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A man concludes his lecture for the day as the alarm was just a few minutes away from ringing and ending school for the day. The teacher was a tall, and healthy male in his early thirties, short cut sandy blonde hair, a stubble of a beard, and a noticeable tan with soft blue eyes. His students while for the most part human also had a small number of kids who were of the mamono variety. Like a Were-sheep who he scolds for taking naps on occasion, a Cu-Sith acting as a model student taking in everything she can, and a gloomy Oomukade exchange student who's very presence dropped the mood.
“So for my special announcement, I have been given a new job opportunity in a new town, and I will not be your teacher starting next week, I want all of you to treat your new teacher with as much respect as you given me” a teacher declared.
The students were shocked to say the least, but many of them understood, some even congratulating him on moving up in the world. As the bell rang he waved them off as they excitedly rushed out of the building to begin their weekend off with fun and cartoons.
But one girl in particular stays behind, standing meekly in front of her teacher with an even gloomier face than the Oomukade. The girl that the class has affectionately called the 'Teacher's pet'
“Is it true? A-are you really leaving us?” Her voice growing softer and weaker as she struggled not to cry.
Alice, another mamono if the white horns, sharp ears, red tail, and red bat-wings weren't enough of a give-away already. Her golden blonde hair bouncy, long and full of volume, almost twice the width of her own body, her sky-blue and white dress covered in frills, shiny buttons, and complimented with white knee high socks, and darling little blue slippers matched her eyes. She looked like a perfect doll and has on more than one account been played with by the older kids who wished to brush her hair and treat her as such.
“Alice...Yeah, it's true. I got a much higher paying job at a private High School a whole state away, I had to take it” the teacher replied.
“No you didn't!” Alice finally found her voice as she cried out, her tears now freely falling. “You could have said no! You could stay, and-and-I could still be with you” Alice sobbed.
“Alice, this is a huge opportunity for me, I would really like your support” the teacher replied.
“B-but I still need you Mr. Alder!” Alice replied.
“You're a really smart cookie Alice, you have the mind of a college student, I think we both know you're smarter than you really let on” Mr. Alder said.
“B-but-*hic*-do you really not care about us then? Are you sick of me” She gasped.
“Don't say that, I care about my students a lot, and you've been such a good little helper. I owe you a lot” Mr. Alder replied petting her head.
Not satisfied with just a head-rub she jumped on Mr. Alder clinging to him tightly, and drying her tears with his shirt.
“A-Alice come on now-you can't-” Mr. Alder said.
“Please!? Please let me stay like this for just a little longer...” Alice pleaded.
Mr. Alder paused, her tiny body hugging him so closely, the top of her head just below his chest, and yet he can still smell her hair. Such a pleasant, calming fragrance, her body soft and warm as her thin dress makes it easier for her to share body heat with him. Mr. Alder sighed and placed an assuring arm on her back patting her gently as he waited for Alice to calm down.
“It's gonna be okay...if it makes you feel better, I'll be missing you the most Alice, no one can replace you” Mr. Alder.
“Mr. Alder...Mr. Alder~” Alice chanted as she refused to let go.
After some time she reluctantly released him, grabbed her things and silently left the classroom. It was minutes later did Mr. Alder finish up his own paperwork and left his classroom. As he headed towards the parking lot he spotted Alice from a distance looking silently at the road. Thinking back he realizes how often she does this, she's always the last to be picked up, and while she constantly assures him that everything is alright, Mr. Alder can't help, but feel she looks a little too lonely when she does this.
He drives off giving Alice a quick wave before heading home.
Now getting close to dark he prepares dinner but is interrupted by a knock on his door. Turning off the stove he answers the door and is surprised to see Alice staring up at him.
“M-Mr Alder!” Alice pipes up.
“Alice!? What are you doing here, aren't your parents worried about you?” Mr. Alder replied.
“I asked them, and they said I can spend the night with you this weekend to help me study!” Alice answers with the sweetest innocent smile.
“(What is wrong with her parents? Why would they leave their young girl in my hands?)” Mr. Alder thought to himself.
“*Giggle* this is my first time visiting Mr. Alder's house, I'm tingling all over-*giggle*” she suddenly got a giggling fit.
“Look Alice-I don't think this is such a good idea, if anyone else found out-” Mr. Alder said.
“W-why? I'm never going to see you again-*hic*-I-I just wanted to spend as much time with you as-*sniffle*-as-I can Mr. Alder” Alice quickly turned into a crying mess.
“Okay-okay you can spend the night in my place, thankfully I have a spare room for you...anyways I'm gonna finish making us some dinner” Mr. Alder said.
“Dinner? I can't wait to try out your cooking Mr. Alder!” She replied brightly, the tears she was ready to shed long gone.
Dinner consisted of grilled boneless chicken, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.
“Ah~ this looks so yummy! Thank you Mr. Alder!” Alice cried out.
“Yeah, go ahead and eat as much as you want, I made enough for seconds” Mr. Alder replied.
“Thank you very much!” Alice cheered.
The little girl was scarfing it down, all the while letting out little squeaks and moans of approval as she ate his food like it was the most scrumptious thing she ever tasted.
“Wow, Alice I didn't think you'd like it that much” Mr. Alder replied.
“Ish rheally~ ghoo~” Alice replied with a full mouth.
“Hey-hey no talking when your mouth is full you little rascal” Mr. Alder chuckled.
Alice finally swallowed and giggled as well.
“Look at you, your face is a mess! here, you got a little something right there” Mr. Alder noticed a bit of mash potato just under her lip.
Taking his finger he picked the stain off her lip, and then proceeded to lick his finger clean of the mashed potatoes.
“M-Mr. Alder!?” Alice bashfully murmured, red faced, but smiling so innocently.
Mr. Alder realizing what he's done couldn't look and feel more miserable, he quickly turned around to not face Alice.
“I-I'm sorry Alice! I-I didn't know what came over me-I'll clean up, why don't you wait for me in the living room and we can study together” Mr. Alder quickly said.
“Oh? O-okay Mr. Alder...um~ thank you again for your delicious food” Alice thanked before skipping to the living room.
“(What is wrong with me!? Why would I do such a thing to Alice? No-no it was an accident...I just gotta control myself better that's all)” Mr. Alder thought to himself.
Back in the living room, Alice had taken off her shoes, and was sitting on on the couch kicking her feet against it as she unpacked her school book and homework, her tail wagging excitedly as she hummed a little song until she spotted her teacher.
“Hey-hey Mr. Alder! So now you can help me study?” Alice asked perking up upon seeing him.
“This is your homework isn't it? You know it's cheating asking your teacher for help on your homework” Mr. Alder gently scolded.
“*Giggle*-no~ it's not like that! Honest” She laughed.
“I'm just kidding, all right so tell me where you're struggling?” Mr. Alder asked.
Alice was all smiles through the whole thing, but the same couldn't be said for Mr. Alder who felt like he was pushing boundaries with every little incident.
At certain points their hands crossed touching each other, then there was the fact that they were sharing a book meaning they had to be rather close to get a better look at it. Alice more than happy to slide hip to hip with him, and even leaning beside him as she started to tire herself out.
“Hey, we've only been studying for an hour, don't fall asleep on me yet” Mr. Alder teased.
“I'm sorry Mr. Alder, it's just...you're so warm, and nice...I feel so safe and happy when I'm with you like this” Alice cooed as she snuggled a little closer to him. “Please don't leave me~” she pleaded gripping his shirt a little tighter.
“...I'm sorry Alice, I didn't know this affected you so much, but I already agreed, and this could be my only chance” Mr. Alder replied.
“I should be saying sorry, I want you to be happy too...but I wanted you to be happy with me” Alice murmured.
“I am happy to be with you, I'll miss you the most after I'm gone remember” Mr. Alder said stroking her hair.
“Mmm~I love your hands Mr. Alder...so strong, and gentle~” Alice sighed.
“(No! I-I shouldn't be doing this! We're too close!)” Mr. Alder started to panic in his thoughts.
“I-I think you're right, we should go to sleep since it's already getting late!” Mr Alder quickly replied.
“W-well, okay if you're sure-um~ I brought my tooth-brush and stuff! So~ can I use your bathroom Mr. Alder?” She asked with glistening, wide, hopeful eyes.
He couldn't say no to that.
“Sure Alice, I'll give you the tour” Mr. Alder accepted.
Alice gave him a quick little hug and held his hand ready to follow him.
“(She's so clingy...I shouldn't be spoiling her like this, but I can't say no to her)” Mr. Alder realized in his thoughts.
Mr. Alder showed Alice her room, and motioned at the bathroom right across the hallway.
“Alright, there you go Alice. You can go in first” Mr. Alder allowed.
“Thank you, b-but if you want, I wouldn't mind sharing a bath with you Mr. Alder. I do it with mom all the time so I'm use to bathing with adults! A-and because...I trust you Mr. Alder” Alice confessed.
“(Stop it Alice! You're really pushing something inside, and I really need you to stop!)” Mr. Alder shouted in his thoughts.
He crouched down and place his hands on her tiny shoulders.
“Thank you for trusting me, but I insist; take that bath by yourself Alice, the hot water isn't going anywhere either so take your time if you want” Mr. Alder assured.
“Mr. Alder~you're so nice, you the best” Alice smiled.
And then out of nowhere she gave Mr. Alder a quick kiss on the cheek, her blushing face smiling so sweetly before she quickly darted towards the bathroom and shutting the door.
Mr. Alder had now felt boundaries were clearly broken, and the plan was simple, as soon as she wakes up tomorrow he was gonna call Alice's parents and they were gonna take her back.
“Mr. Alder! I'm done, you can take a bath next!” He heard Alice call out.
“I'll be there in a minute” you call back.
Mr. Alder decides a quick shower would help him calm down, so he grabs his towel and heads out, opening the door to the bathroom and finds Alice just putting on her sky-blue silk nightgown. Mr. Alder catches a glimpse of Alice's white panties just before the gown falls down to her thighs.
“U-Um Alice so! Um everything worked out!?” Mr. Alder quickly asked.
“Oh! Y-yes! I thought ahead and brought my pajamas! What do you think?” Alice smiled as she gave a twirly and curtsy.
The silk gown looked so thin, almost to the point of seeing her frame through it, and very light as every minute move Alice made caused it to flow and sway. Mr. Alder also spots a single blue frilly leg garter on her left leg for some reason, and she left her feet bare, no longer wearing the leggins she had on with her dress.
“I-I think it's very cute, and I bet you can sleep very comfy in it” Mr. Alder praised.
“Really!? Thank you Mr. Alder!” Alice cried out giving him another hug.
This time when they hugged, Alice nightgown as thin as it was made it easy to feel more of Alice than he was comfortable with, and he quickly broke the hug.
“S-sorry, just I also have to use the...bathroom! Yeah so I'm gonna go” Mr. Alder said.
“Oh! I'm sorry! Yes please do!” Alice piped up before skipping away into her room.
Mr. Alder finally enters the bathroom, locks the door, and strips down. As he puts away his dirty clothes in a hamper he glances at a pile of clothes that don't belong to him.
“(This is all Alice...)” Mr. Alder thought.
Her dress, her leggings, and the most shocking of all, her used panties, this pair colored a soft pink with a little ribbon in the front.
“(I should tell her, it'll embarrass her, but I should tell her)” Mr. Alder replied.
And yet he held Alice's panties, still warm to the touch, he gulped loudly, his mind sending him all kinds of flags, but he couldn't stop himself. As his hand lowered to his groin, other hand holding her underwear until it was pressed against his nose, and gave it a long whiff.
Alice's smell still strong, a sweet fragrance with a tinge of something else that drove him mind to melt into lewd thoughts. Unable to help himself he finished himself off, placed her underwear back in her little pile and took his shower, silent, almost still not even bothering to use soap or shampoo, they wouldn't make him feel any cleaner anyways.
Now finished with his shower, dressed in pajamas of his own he struggled to fall asleep. It was past midnight and still he found himself squirming under his blanket, restless and yearning.
“M-Mr. Alder?” A soft voice whimpered in the dark.
“(This is the worst time!)” Mr. Alder cried out in his thoughts as he turned around and glimpsed Alice staring at him.
“I-I can't sleep...I forgot my stuffed friend, and I really need him to be comfortable so-so I was hoping I can sleep with you, and see if it helps?” Alice pleaded, her face crimson red at this point as her body squirms in embarrassment.
“(Absolutely not!)” Mr. Alder shouted in his thoughts.
“...Fine, just this once” Mr. Alder grumbled.
He couldn't do it.
A smile grew on Alice's adorable face and she moved ever so slightly as the glow of the moon caused her to shine like an angel.
Finally snug together in the same bed, Alice gave out a muffled squeak of a yawn and slid herself a little closer to Mr. Alder much to his dismay.
“Thank you Mr. Alder...I feel sleepy already...” Alice whimpered before suddenly dozing off.
Mr. Alder's body grew warm as Alice was practically clinging to him, one hand weakly gripping his hand, her other hand on his side, and one of her dainty legs on top of his leg, her thigh occasionally rubbing as her body moved every so often in her sleep.
Mr. Alder stared at Alice, faces inches away, her warm breath breathing relaxing him with the scent of fruits, and other sweet smells. It was no wonder that it caused him to be drawn to her, closer and closer. Her lips lightly parted, her eyes closed ever so gently, her delicate face unaware of the man closing the distance. Her fragile body now being pulled closer by Mr. Alder himself.
“Mr. Alder~” her mouth whispered.
And right then and there was the motivation he needed, and he stole a kiss on her virgin lips. A quick little kiss to feel her just once, and his mind sank as he realized how much he lost control.
“Mr. Alder~?” Alice repeated after he finished his kiss, but her eyes open now.
“A-Alice-oh god! I'm so sorry-I didn't mean to-” Mr. Alder was pulling back until her felt her hand tug at his clothes.
“Mr. Alder...kiss me again...” Alice pleaded.
“A-Alice this isn't right-I can't be doing this with you” Mr. Alder said.
“But I want you too...I want us to be close even if it's just for one night, before you leave...I love you Mr. Alder” Alice finally confesses.
“I-I can't accept that, I can't love you Alice-people will talk-I can-” Mr. Alder spouted.
“I don't care! I love you so-so much! I won't tell anyone, I won't scream, or tell you to stop...because I know you won't hurt me...I trust you Mr. Alder...I want you to teach me...teach me to become a woman” Alice begged.
This time when Alice crawled closer to Mr. Alder he didn't move, once more pressed together, Alice shut her eyes and moved in to give him a kiss, and Mr. Alder let her.
She was inexperienced alright, her small lips struggled to keep up with him, but it was enough to melt his mind, to let things happen naturally from now on.
His hands now having free-reign started at her thighs, stroking her ever so gently, and Alice cooed to his touch until she gave out a little gasp feeling his finger gingerly poke at her underwear before they traveled upward and lifting her nightgown in the process revealing tiny pink nipples on two very small breasts.
“Ah~-ah~Mr. Alder...I'm so hot~ I'm burning Mr. Alder” Alice whimpered.
“It's okay, that's normal...it just means you need to release...and I'll help you” Mr. Alder assured.
“O-oh no~ I feel wet down there, I'm so sorry-I didn't want to have an accident in front of you-” Alice cried out.
“No-no that's fine too, that's your body helping you get ready...f-for us to be connected” Mr. Alder assured.
“Connected...we're going to be connected~ I'm so happy Mr. Alder~” Alice swooned.
This was it, now sitting on top of her, pulling down her panties, and staring back at the tiny slit of her virgin woman-hood. Her body now completely exposed, her thin frame, her long blonde hair splayed out almost like a second blanket, and the tiniest of glistening trails of her love juices traveling down.
“I'm ready Mr. Alder...please, I want to be connected, I want to be closer to you than ever before” Alice pleaded.
He knew he already lost this fight of will, that he was gonna do to her things that even a few adult women might find a little too much. But he knew Alice would accept it all, with that same sweet smile.
All he could do was try to make it as gentle, and as comfortable as possible.
…
Eventually Mr. Alder did sleep, but his mind was in turmoil, and he did not sleep easy...after all was said and done, Alice laid sleeping, her body naked and glistening with her sweat, a small portion of Mr. Alder's semen mixed with her juices had made a small pool as they left her tiny pussy, which had endured quite a lot in the past hour or so...
“(What have I done to poor Alice...)” Mr. Alder was now a broken shell of a man he did not recognize anymore.
Waking up he felt like he didn't sleep at all, Alice nowhere to be seen, but her smell was still on the bed.
Walking out of his room he hears movement coming from the kitchen and finds Alice still in her pajamas attempting to cook something. Hearing the footsteps, Alice pauses and spots Mr. Alder staring back.
“Ah! Good morning Mr. Alder! Thank you for letting me sleep with you last night! I slept great” Alice was all smiles.
“Yeah...glad I can help...so that's it then? You don't feel anything else?” Mr. Alder asked nervously.
“Hm? No, I remember sleeping next to you-oh! I didn't say good-night did I!? I feel asleep so quickly-I'm so sorry for being rude, and after everything you've done for me too!” Alice was panicking.
“No-no-don't worry about it, I'm glad you had a good night's rest...” Mr. Alder replied shocked at the events. “Maybe you should let me help you with breakfast, it can be a little dangerous” Mr. Alder added.
“Thank you for always being there for me Mr. Alder...if it's not too much trouble, can I sleep with you again tonight, I don't want to have my mom and dad drive all the way over here just to bring my stuffed animal” Alice pleaded.
“Y-yeah, yeah okay...and you know...I can call the school...and maybe I can ask them for a raise, and that will give me enough reason to stay...” Mr. Alder felt like someone else was putting words into his mouth.
“Really!? You'll stay! Oh thank you Mr. Alder I love you~” Alice cheered with glee, jumping out of her stepping stool just to give him a hug and kiss combo.
“No...um, thank you...for uh-being there for me...” Mr. Alder replied almost toneless.
“I will! I'll be there for you...forever” Alice smiled.
“I'd...I'd like that” Mr. Alder assured...
“So for my special announcement, I have been given a new job opportunity in a new town, and I will not be your teacher starting next week, I want all of you to treat your new teacher with as much respect as you given me” a teacher declared.
The students were shocked to say the least, but many of them understood, some even congratulating him on moving up in the world. As the bell rang he waved them off as they excitedly rushed out of the building to begin their weekend off with fun and cartoons.
But one girl in particular stays behind, standing meekly in front of her teacher with an even gloomier face than the Oomukade. The girl that the class has affectionately called the 'Teacher's pet'
“Is it true? A-are you really leaving us?” Her voice growing softer and weaker as she struggled not to cry.
Alice, another mamono if the white horns, sharp ears, red tail, and red bat-wings weren't enough of a give-away already. Her golden blonde hair bouncy, long and full of volume, almost twice the width of her own body, her sky-blue and white dress covered in frills, shiny buttons, and complimented with white knee high socks, and darling little blue slippers matched her eyes. She looked like a perfect doll and has on more than one account been played with by the older kids who wished to brush her hair and treat her as such.
“Alice...Yeah, it's true. I got a much higher paying job at a private High School a whole state away, I had to take it” the teacher replied.
“No you didn't!” Alice finally found her voice as she cried out, her tears now freely falling. “You could have said no! You could stay, and-and-I could still be with you” Alice sobbed.
“Alice, this is a huge opportunity for me, I would really like your support” the teacher replied.
“B-but I still need you Mr. Alder!” Alice replied.
“You're a really smart cookie Alice, you have the mind of a college student, I think we both know you're smarter than you really let on” Mr. Alder said.
“B-but-*hic*-do you really not care about us then? Are you sick of me” She gasped.
“Don't say that, I care about my students a lot, and you've been such a good little helper. I owe you a lot” Mr. Alder replied petting her head.
Not satisfied with just a head-rub she jumped on Mr. Alder clinging to him tightly, and drying her tears with his shirt.
“A-Alice come on now-you can't-” Mr. Alder said.
“Please!? Please let me stay like this for just a little longer...” Alice pleaded.
Mr. Alder paused, her tiny body hugging him so closely, the top of her head just below his chest, and yet he can still smell her hair. Such a pleasant, calming fragrance, her body soft and warm as her thin dress makes it easier for her to share body heat with him. Mr. Alder sighed and placed an assuring arm on her back patting her gently as he waited for Alice to calm down.
“It's gonna be okay...if it makes you feel better, I'll be missing you the most Alice, no one can replace you” Mr. Alder.
“Mr. Alder...Mr. Alder~” Alice chanted as she refused to let go.
After some time she reluctantly released him, grabbed her things and silently left the classroom. It was minutes later did Mr. Alder finish up his own paperwork and left his classroom. As he headed towards the parking lot he spotted Alice from a distance looking silently at the road. Thinking back he realizes how often she does this, she's always the last to be picked up, and while she constantly assures him that everything is alright, Mr. Alder can't help, but feel she looks a little too lonely when she does this.
He drives off giving Alice a quick wave before heading home.
Now getting close to dark he prepares dinner but is interrupted by a knock on his door. Turning off the stove he answers the door and is surprised to see Alice staring up at him.
“M-Mr Alder!” Alice pipes up.
“Alice!? What are you doing here, aren't your parents worried about you?” Mr. Alder replied.
“I asked them, and they said I can spend the night with you this weekend to help me study!” Alice answers with the sweetest innocent smile.
“(What is wrong with her parents? Why would they leave their young girl in my hands?)” Mr. Alder thought to himself.
“*Giggle* this is my first time visiting Mr. Alder's house, I'm tingling all over-*giggle*” she suddenly got a giggling fit.
“Look Alice-I don't think this is such a good idea, if anyone else found out-” Mr. Alder said.
“W-why? I'm never going to see you again-*hic*-I-I just wanted to spend as much time with you as-*sniffle*-as-I can Mr. Alder” Alice quickly turned into a crying mess.
“Okay-okay you can spend the night in my place, thankfully I have a spare room for you...anyways I'm gonna finish making us some dinner” Mr. Alder said.
“Dinner? I can't wait to try out your cooking Mr. Alder!” She replied brightly, the tears she was ready to shed long gone.
Dinner consisted of grilled boneless chicken, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.
“Ah~ this looks so yummy! Thank you Mr. Alder!” Alice cried out.
“Yeah, go ahead and eat as much as you want, I made enough for seconds” Mr. Alder replied.
“Thank you very much!” Alice cheered.
The little girl was scarfing it down, all the while letting out little squeaks and moans of approval as she ate his food like it was the most scrumptious thing she ever tasted.
“Wow, Alice I didn't think you'd like it that much” Mr. Alder replied.
“Ish rheally~ ghoo~” Alice replied with a full mouth.
“Hey-hey no talking when your mouth is full you little rascal” Mr. Alder chuckled.
Alice finally swallowed and giggled as well.
“Look at you, your face is a mess! here, you got a little something right there” Mr. Alder noticed a bit of mash potato just under her lip.
Taking his finger he picked the stain off her lip, and then proceeded to lick his finger clean of the mashed potatoes.
“M-Mr. Alder!?” Alice bashfully murmured, red faced, but smiling so innocently.
Mr. Alder realizing what he's done couldn't look and feel more miserable, he quickly turned around to not face Alice.
“I-I'm sorry Alice! I-I didn't know what came over me-I'll clean up, why don't you wait for me in the living room and we can study together” Mr. Alder quickly said.
“Oh? O-okay Mr. Alder...um~ thank you again for your delicious food” Alice thanked before skipping to the living room.
“(What is wrong with me!? Why would I do such a thing to Alice? No-no it was an accident...I just gotta control myself better that's all)” Mr. Alder thought to himself.
Back in the living room, Alice had taken off her shoes, and was sitting on on the couch kicking her feet against it as she unpacked her school book and homework, her tail wagging excitedly as she hummed a little song until she spotted her teacher.
“Hey-hey Mr. Alder! So now you can help me study?” Alice asked perking up upon seeing him.
“This is your homework isn't it? You know it's cheating asking your teacher for help on your homework” Mr. Alder gently scolded.
“*Giggle*-no~ it's not like that! Honest” She laughed.
“I'm just kidding, all right so tell me where you're struggling?” Mr. Alder asked.
Alice was all smiles through the whole thing, but the same couldn't be said for Mr. Alder who felt like he was pushing boundaries with every little incident.
At certain points their hands crossed touching each other, then there was the fact that they were sharing a book meaning they had to be rather close to get a better look at it. Alice more than happy to slide hip to hip with him, and even leaning beside him as she started to tire herself out.
“Hey, we've only been studying for an hour, don't fall asleep on me yet” Mr. Alder teased.
“I'm sorry Mr. Alder, it's just...you're so warm, and nice...I feel so safe and happy when I'm with you like this” Alice cooed as she snuggled a little closer to him. “Please don't leave me~” she pleaded gripping his shirt a little tighter.
“...I'm sorry Alice, I didn't know this affected you so much, but I already agreed, and this could be my only chance” Mr. Alder replied.
“I should be saying sorry, I want you to be happy too...but I wanted you to be happy with me” Alice murmured.
“I am happy to be with you, I'll miss you the most after I'm gone remember” Mr. Alder said stroking her hair.
“Mmm~I love your hands Mr. Alder...so strong, and gentle~” Alice sighed.
“(No! I-I shouldn't be doing this! We're too close!)” Mr. Alder started to panic in his thoughts.
“I-I think you're right, we should go to sleep since it's already getting late!” Mr Alder quickly replied.
“W-well, okay if you're sure-um~ I brought my tooth-brush and stuff! So~ can I use your bathroom Mr. Alder?” She asked with glistening, wide, hopeful eyes.
He couldn't say no to that.
“Sure Alice, I'll give you the tour” Mr. Alder accepted.
Alice gave him a quick little hug and held his hand ready to follow him.
“(She's so clingy...I shouldn't be spoiling her like this, but I can't say no to her)” Mr. Alder realized in his thoughts.
Mr. Alder showed Alice her room, and motioned at the bathroom right across the hallway.
“Alright, there you go Alice. You can go in first” Mr. Alder allowed.
“Thank you, b-but if you want, I wouldn't mind sharing a bath with you Mr. Alder. I do it with mom all the time so I'm use to bathing with adults! A-and because...I trust you Mr. Alder” Alice confessed.
“(Stop it Alice! You're really pushing something inside, and I really need you to stop!)” Mr. Alder shouted in his thoughts.
He crouched down and place his hands on her tiny shoulders.
“Thank you for trusting me, but I insist; take that bath by yourself Alice, the hot water isn't going anywhere either so take your time if you want” Mr. Alder assured.
“Mr. Alder~you're so nice, you the best” Alice smiled.
And then out of nowhere she gave Mr. Alder a quick kiss on the cheek, her blushing face smiling so sweetly before she quickly darted towards the bathroom and shutting the door.
Mr. Alder had now felt boundaries were clearly broken, and the plan was simple, as soon as she wakes up tomorrow he was gonna call Alice's parents and they were gonna take her back.
“Mr. Alder! I'm done, you can take a bath next!” He heard Alice call out.
“I'll be there in a minute” you call back.
Mr. Alder decides a quick shower would help him calm down, so he grabs his towel and heads out, opening the door to the bathroom and finds Alice just putting on her sky-blue silk nightgown. Mr. Alder catches a glimpse of Alice's white panties just before the gown falls down to her thighs.
“U-Um Alice so! Um everything worked out!?” Mr. Alder quickly asked.
“Oh! Y-yes! I thought ahead and brought my pajamas! What do you think?” Alice smiled as she gave a twirly and curtsy.
The silk gown looked so thin, almost to the point of seeing her frame through it, and very light as every minute move Alice made caused it to flow and sway. Mr. Alder also spots a single blue frilly leg garter on her left leg for some reason, and she left her feet bare, no longer wearing the leggins she had on with her dress.
“I-I think it's very cute, and I bet you can sleep very comfy in it” Mr. Alder praised.
“Really!? Thank you Mr. Alder!” Alice cried out giving him another hug.
This time when they hugged, Alice nightgown as thin as it was made it easy to feel more of Alice than he was comfortable with, and he quickly broke the hug.
“S-sorry, just I also have to use the...bathroom! Yeah so I'm gonna go” Mr. Alder said.
“Oh! I'm sorry! Yes please do!” Alice piped up before skipping away into her room.
Mr. Alder finally enters the bathroom, locks the door, and strips down. As he puts away his dirty clothes in a hamper he glances at a pile of clothes that don't belong to him.
“(This is all Alice...)” Mr. Alder thought.
Her dress, her leggings, and the most shocking of all, her used panties, this pair colored a soft pink with a little ribbon in the front.
“(I should tell her, it'll embarrass her, but I should tell her)” Mr. Alder replied.
And yet he held Alice's panties, still warm to the touch, he gulped loudly, his mind sending him all kinds of flags, but he couldn't stop himself. As his hand lowered to his groin, other hand holding her underwear until it was pressed against his nose, and gave it a long whiff.
Alice's smell still strong, a sweet fragrance with a tinge of something else that drove him mind to melt into lewd thoughts. Unable to help himself he finished himself off, placed her underwear back in her little pile and took his shower, silent, almost still not even bothering to use soap or shampoo, they wouldn't make him feel any cleaner anyways.
Now finished with his shower, dressed in pajamas of his own he struggled to fall asleep. It was past midnight and still he found himself squirming under his blanket, restless and yearning.
“M-Mr. Alder?” A soft voice whimpered in the dark.
“(This is the worst time!)” Mr. Alder cried out in his thoughts as he turned around and glimpsed Alice staring at him.
“I-I can't sleep...I forgot my stuffed friend, and I really need him to be comfortable so-so I was hoping I can sleep with you, and see if it helps?” Alice pleaded, her face crimson red at this point as her body squirms in embarrassment.
“(Absolutely not!)” Mr. Alder shouted in his thoughts.
“...Fine, just this once” Mr. Alder grumbled.
He couldn't do it.
A smile grew on Alice's adorable face and she moved ever so slightly as the glow of the moon caused her to shine like an angel.
Finally snug together in the same bed, Alice gave out a muffled squeak of a yawn and slid herself a little closer to Mr. Alder much to his dismay.
“Thank you Mr. Alder...I feel sleepy already...” Alice whimpered before suddenly dozing off.
Mr. Alder's body grew warm as Alice was practically clinging to him, one hand weakly gripping his hand, her other hand on his side, and one of her dainty legs on top of his leg, her thigh occasionally rubbing as her body moved every so often in her sleep.
Mr. Alder stared at Alice, faces inches away, her warm breath breathing relaxing him with the scent of fruits, and other sweet smells. It was no wonder that it caused him to be drawn to her, closer and closer. Her lips lightly parted, her eyes closed ever so gently, her delicate face unaware of the man closing the distance. Her fragile body now being pulled closer by Mr. Alder himself.
“Mr. Alder~” her mouth whispered.
And right then and there was the motivation he needed, and he stole a kiss on her virgin lips. A quick little kiss to feel her just once, and his mind sank as he realized how much he lost control.
“Mr. Alder~?” Alice repeated after he finished his kiss, but her eyes open now.
“A-Alice-oh god! I'm so sorry-I didn't mean to-” Mr. Alder was pulling back until her felt her hand tug at his clothes.
“Mr. Alder...kiss me again...” Alice pleaded.
“A-Alice this isn't right-I can't be doing this with you” Mr. Alder said.
“But I want you too...I want us to be close even if it's just for one night, before you leave...I love you Mr. Alder” Alice finally confesses.
“I-I can't accept that, I can't love you Alice-people will talk-I can-” Mr. Alder spouted.
“I don't care! I love you so-so much! I won't tell anyone, I won't scream, or tell you to stop...because I know you won't hurt me...I trust you Mr. Alder...I want you to teach me...teach me to become a woman” Alice begged.
This time when Alice crawled closer to Mr. Alder he didn't move, once more pressed together, Alice shut her eyes and moved in to give him a kiss, and Mr. Alder let her.
She was inexperienced alright, her small lips struggled to keep up with him, but it was enough to melt his mind, to let things happen naturally from now on.
His hands now having free-reign started at her thighs, stroking her ever so gently, and Alice cooed to his touch until she gave out a little gasp feeling his finger gingerly poke at her underwear before they traveled upward and lifting her nightgown in the process revealing tiny pink nipples on two very small breasts.
“Ah~-ah~Mr. Alder...I'm so hot~ I'm burning Mr. Alder” Alice whimpered.
“It's okay, that's normal...it just means you need to release...and I'll help you” Mr. Alder assured.
“O-oh no~ I feel wet down there, I'm so sorry-I didn't want to have an accident in front of you-” Alice cried out.
“No-no that's fine too, that's your body helping you get ready...f-for us to be connected” Mr. Alder assured.
“Connected...we're going to be connected~ I'm so happy Mr. Alder~” Alice swooned.
This was it, now sitting on top of her, pulling down her panties, and staring back at the tiny slit of her virgin woman-hood. Her body now completely exposed, her thin frame, her long blonde hair splayed out almost like a second blanket, and the tiniest of glistening trails of her love juices traveling down.
“I'm ready Mr. Alder...please, I want to be connected, I want to be closer to you than ever before” Alice pleaded.
He knew he already lost this fight of will, that he was gonna do to her things that even a few adult women might find a little too much. But he knew Alice would accept it all, with that same sweet smile.
All he could do was try to make it as gentle, and as comfortable as possible.
…
Eventually Mr. Alder did sleep, but his mind was in turmoil, and he did not sleep easy...after all was said and done, Alice laid sleeping, her body naked and glistening with her sweat, a small portion of Mr. Alder's semen mixed with her juices had made a small pool as they left her tiny pussy, which had endured quite a lot in the past hour or so...
“(What have I done to poor Alice...)” Mr. Alder was now a broken shell of a man he did not recognize anymore.
Waking up he felt like he didn't sleep at all, Alice nowhere to be seen, but her smell was still on the bed.
Walking out of his room he hears movement coming from the kitchen and finds Alice still in her pajamas attempting to cook something. Hearing the footsteps, Alice pauses and spots Mr. Alder staring back.
“Ah! Good morning Mr. Alder! Thank you for letting me sleep with you last night! I slept great” Alice was all smiles.
“Yeah...glad I can help...so that's it then? You don't feel anything else?” Mr. Alder asked nervously.
“Hm? No, I remember sleeping next to you-oh! I didn't say good-night did I!? I feel asleep so quickly-I'm so sorry for being rude, and after everything you've done for me too!” Alice was panicking.
“No-no-don't worry about it, I'm glad you had a good night's rest...” Mr. Alder replied shocked at the events. “Maybe you should let me help you with breakfast, it can be a little dangerous” Mr. Alder added.
“Thank you for always being there for me Mr. Alder...if it's not too much trouble, can I sleep with you again tonight, I don't want to have my mom and dad drive all the way over here just to bring my stuffed animal” Alice pleaded.
“Y-yeah, yeah okay...and you know...I can call the school...and maybe I can ask them for a raise, and that will give me enough reason to stay...” Mr. Alder felt like someone else was putting words into his mouth.
“Really!? You'll stay! Oh thank you Mr. Alder I love you~” Alice cheered with glee, jumping out of her stepping stool just to give him a hug and kiss combo.
“No...um, thank you...for uh-being there for me...” Mr. Alder replied almost toneless.
“I will! I'll be there for you...forever” Alice smiled.
“I'd...I'd like that” Mr. Alder assured...
► Show Spoiler
A lone carpenter whose travels had taken him across grassy plains, humid jungles, vast oceans, and scorching deserts. Find himself tired and in a setting that only happens every few months.
“...It's all white...” the rugged adventurer murmured.
Taking a rest at nearby log cabin inn, he woke up to a sudden drop in temperature, his breath can be seen clear as day, and the outside was covered in a sheet of soft snow.
“(They did say it was gonna happen...so this is snow?)” He thought.
He glanced beside him and saw folded clothes, gloves, scarf and wool cap with a single name written in a sheet of paper.
'Marcus'
“(I guess that means me...sure was nice of the guy...)” The adventurer Marcus realized.
Pulling his blankets off him he instantly regretted, the bitter cold quickly covering his skin in goose-bumps, he stumbles out of bed and accidentally bumps his toe against the bed, biting his tongue he fought the urge to scream as the pain was magnified due to the cold.
He wasted no time equipping himself with the gift from the innkeeper. A thick brown coat, slacks, black boots, and a light gray cap covering his ears. Heading towards a nearby mirror he took a look at himself.
Dark brown eyes with matching bed-head hair now covered by the wool cap. His skin tanned from going outside for so long. Grabbing a blade he keeps on hand he goes to work cleaning the stubble of a beard, and cursed the cold making his finger shaky as his new gloves were too thick to work the blade properly.
“(I hate the snow already)” He thought bitterly to himself.
Leaving his room he was met with warm relief as the large fireplace in the main dining hall had warmed this side of the building to room temperature, which at this point was like a trip in the tropics for Marcus, and very welcoming.
Ordering some soup he waited in a chair sitting beside the fire.
“So how's your snow day treating you?” The innkeeper asked. A portly man with a white beard, and red coat with round pink cheeks, heart as warm as the room itself.
“N-not my cup of tea” Marcus stammered.
“Hm~ I think this is actually one of our warmer times” the innkeeper revealed.
Marcus sighed until his soup was delivered and began enjoying the taste of veggies, broth, and chicken.
“Ah~ you'll get use to it, I mean we only got a few more months of this before the mountains turn green again” the innkeeper revealed.
“And here I am stuck with a large building project way across the mountain” Marcus murmured.
“Well they did pay a lot to have you here so you must be worth it. I wouldn't complain so much, but I understand you're new to the cold” the innkeeper replied.
“Anything dangerous lurking out there? Bandits and the like?” Marcus asked.
“Nah! Too cold and empty for any crooks to even bother stealing a coin. You'll see what I mean when you head out there, but I'd watch out on getting lost, the path isn't all there and it's easy to get dizzy in the cold. Best advice I can give you? Make friends with the locals. They'll help you out” the innkeeper suggested.
Marcus thanked the man and grabbed his gear and headed out. The wind blowing freezing cold in his face, forcing him to tuck as much of the scarf in his face as he could. The bitter cold, and falling snow were a hindrance to his journey, the snow already reaching a foot in depth made every step feel heavy.
“(And here I was complaining about working in the heat of the desert, I'd take that trip back any day)” the man thought to himself.
It only got worse when the trail started moving uphill and after less than a mile his legs and body started to wear out.
Deciding it would hurt to take a rest on a nearby stump he decided to take a break until his legs felt like moving again, but it wasn't long until he was met with company.
“*Haa~ah~*” deep, womanly, and soft breathing can be heard close. “*Mmm~* I wouldn't recommend...staying like that in the cold-*hah~ah~*” A woman's sensual voice echoed in the snow and ice.
Marcus found himself staring back at one of the locals. A blushing beauty whose's warm breath melted the air it traveled and reaching him from a surprising distance.
She stopped just a foot away staring down at Marcus, with tall and proud antlers glossed with white tips, a wool navy-blue cap white white fluffy lining. Her hair one of the many astonishing things about her; long, wavy, full of volume and whiter than snow, bouncing with every step with thick strands covering parts of her pretty face no doubt caused by the wind.
Her eyes were as sharp as icicles, yet were calm and even inviting with their cool blue color. Her faint smile, and flushed face gave Marcus goose-bumps once more, she was the most beautiful thing he has seen this entire snow trip.
She wore a thick navy-blue coat with fluffy white buttons and lining, and yet despite the modesty there was something...flirtatious about her appearance. Her breathing still hot and deep causing her large bosom to rise and fall almost hypnotically, but Marcus also couldn't forget her lower half.
A very thick and hairy coat of a reindeer, or horse with a similar wavy pattern as her hair, her lower half colored a light brown with a faint white underbelly.
“U-um~*hah~*-please don't stare so~*ah~*-intently~ it's really...*hah~* nothing” she practically moaned in that same feminine purr.
“I-I'm sorry! Just uh, first time meeting the locals is all. They call me Marcus!” The carpenter greeted.
“Ana~ and it's nice to meet you-*ah~ah~*-Marcus~*ha~*” she purred his name as if it was the most erotic mating call there was.
“So! Um, so it's not right to take a break around these parts?” Marcus asked.
“No, I'm afraid not. If it's not too far~ I can carry you to where you need to go-*mmm~*-please do not be shy~*ah~*-I promise it'll be...gentle~” she moaned.
“C-carry? No-no thanks, I'd rather just walk it-I mean you're nice and all, but we just met and I wouldn't want to impose!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Impose~*ohh~hah~*-you're not imposing, I insist you let me guide you~*hah~*-to your destiny~” she purred.
Ana's smile, her gaze, her flushed face and hot breath was enough to snap Marcus out of any other excuses.
“W-well alright I suppose it wouldn't be so bad...” Marcus agreed as the White-Horn's smile grew ever so slightly.
She knelt down allowing Marcus to easily climb on her, already his body was flooded with heat from her body.
“Hold tightly~ it can be a little bumpy, and I-*hah~*-don't want you to fall” Ana said.
Gulping loudly Marcus wrapped his arms around her thin waist, eliciting a gasp to escape her lips but otherwise she remained stable and began her trek with Marcus in tow.
“You must forgive me~if I sound rather-*ha~hah~*-excited...I know you've been noticing this, but in the cold we must all-*ah~hah~*-do what we must to stay warm...and in control” Ana whispered.
“I-I think I understand, sorry for reacting so weirdly, it's not right for a stranger to judge someone else” Marcus apologized.
“You are a kind man-*ah~*-d-do you mind if you lift your arms up just a bit...t-they're grazing my-*hah~mmm~*-sensitive parts” Ana moaned.
“Sorry-sorry!” Marcus quickly apologized once more and lifted his arms closer to her tummy.
The rest of the trip was silent, as the snow and wind started to calm, he was met with the silence of Winter...or he would of if not for the kind woman giving him a lift.
Her breathing was still heavy, and with the silence of the woods it was more audible than normal, it didn't help that he was practically inches away from her face.
“So~ that's a nice coat you have there” Marcus tried to start some small talk.
“*Ah~* thank you very much...I like your coat too” Ana whispered.
“Yeah, but these are hand-me downs, not nearly as extravagant as yours! I bet you feel all nice and snug in all that” Marcus replied.
“It helps a lot-*hah~*-but sometimes...it's not enough” Ana explained.
“Really? You feel really warm, almost hot to the touch” Marcus said.
“O-oh my-*mmm~*-I'm sorry, I didn't know. Are you uncomfortable?” Ana asked turning to face him.
“No-no it's fine! You're doing really well” Marcus quickly assured as he found his heart tugged at her worried face.
“*Phew~*-I'm glad...you know besides the innkeeper you are the first to ride me like this...I'm happy you're being so-*hah~aah~*-gentle with me” Ana purred.
“I-I'm just glad I bumped into you is all, in fact considering my work I might need your help from time to time” Marcus revealed.
“Really! I would love to hear more about your work” She sounded excited.
Marcus never met a woman so interested in what he does, but he didn't want to associate her excitement due to the fact that she had nothing else going on. Still she was a delight to talk to, and it was a near shame that they reached his destination.
“Well...I enjoyed talking with you, but I got work to do” Marcus replied.
“I understand...please-*aah~*-do your best” she replied.
Marcus couldn't help but feel encouraged when such a beautiful and kind woman asks him to do his best...bonus point when she sounded so aroused at the thought of him doing his best as well.
“Will you be alright by yourself?” Marcus asked.
“Please do not worry yourself over me. I will be stationed nearby ready to pick you up” Ana smiled.
“You don't have to do all that” Marcus assured.
“No! I must!” She suddenly blurted out.
Marcus was a little taken aback by her sudden generosity, even more so when she tried to close the distance.
“As the day passes-*huff-puff*-the temperature drops” Ana began. “And the dark with even less visibility makes for a more dangerous path-*huff-ahh~*” She continued. “I'd be worried sick knowing you were out there alone, and cold barely able to make a single step until you collapse!” She added.
Her face moving closer, her breathing raspier and heaving, her chest heaving as she ranted on until her hot breath was engulfing his face.
They stared at each other in silence until Ana realized how close they were and quickly moved away.
“M-my apologies again-*hah~ah~*-I often get dramatic sometimes...b-but what I said still stands you know” she murmured blushing more often than before.
“I appreciate the help then, if you don't mind until I'm done here, just for a few hours really” Marcus assured.
“Of course...” Ana agreed.
And so this soon became the norm for Marcus and Ana. With each trip their conversations bonded them together. The next day would be the same to the point that they White-Horn would even visit the inn and wait for Marcus to venture forth. When he went to work she would sit idly by and prepare warm drinks during his break period.
“You're amazing Ana, how do you keep these drinks so warm for so long?” Marcus asked.
“P-please it's no trouble at all-*hah~*-just knowing you're happy with my...drinks makes me feel so~*ah~mmm~*” she purred and moaned as per usual.
“Geez kid! At least wait until your alone before making her all hot and bothered!” One of the other carpenters mocked from a distance.
“Yeah you two! Go find some empty log cabin and finish what you're starting!” A second voice boomed from a distance.
“Oh shut up!” Marcus shouted back.
“Oh my-I'm sorry for rubbing off on you the wrong way...Marcus” Ana calmly apologized with his name being especially emphasized as usual.
Though the way she said only caused the rest of the workers to laugh and wolf-whistle even louder on purpose considering they were locals who knew exactly how Ana acts to begin with.
Two weeks have passed, and just as Marcus felt he was getting use to the snow, a freak blizzard suddenly erupted just as the crew were on the verge of finishing. Safely loading their work in a large shack the carpenter retreated early with Ana urging Marcus to hurry back to the inn as well.
“The wind and ice are really acting up today!” Marcus shouted after a rush of wind nearly deafen him.
“We were long overdue for a snow-storm Marcus-*hah~hah~*” Ana explained.
Her face looked absolutely flushed, her eyes lidded, but they were moving against the wind, and visibility was dimming as the last rays of the sun diminished under the thick clouds.
“No good, I can't see a thing” Marcus shouted.
“It appears as if-*ah~*-we'll have to wait out the storm...I know where we can stay!, hold tightly!” Ana declared.
As soon as she said that she took a sharp right turn and headed into the woods zig-zagging through the trees as Marcus clung to her waist for dear life. The rapid jumping and dashing left and right plus the torrent of ice and wind still slapping his face, and pushing his body forced his grip all over Ana. From her waist, abdomen, and at some moments cupping her breasts, and pressing them upwards like a bustier.
While Ana didn't comment on any of these moments, her squeaks, and heavy breathing were almost as loud as the howling wind.
Eventually they came across an abandoned log cabin and Ana did not hesitate to go inside, and shut the door behind them.
“This cabin-*hah~*-as far as I can remember as a child was always abandoned...whenver I have some free time I come back to this place-*ah~ah~*-to clean it in case of an emergency...it's almost like a home to me at this point” Ana explained as she clutched at her chest, still heaving.
“So why is it still freezing in here?” Marcus asked.
The cabin was dark, and with only two rooms, one being the bathroom and the room he and Ana were on acting as the rest of the house. True to her word the cabin looked rather clean and tidy for being abandoned for so long. There was even a large soft round rug as fluffy as Ana's coat in front of a dead fireplace.
“You wouldn't happen to have anything to start a fire with do you?” Marcus asked.
Ana turned bashful and shook her head.
“I-to be honest I hadn't needed to...until now-*mmm~*-I'm sorry Marcus” Ana apologized.
“It's fine, I mean you think someone like me would have some flint and steel ready myself, but I was always a klutz at making fires...still I'm freezing over here. We have to do something” Marcus said.
Ana flinched and clutched at her chest even tighter, practically squeezing her large breasts as her breathing grew heavier as her thoughts raced.
“M-Marcus...if I may be so bold. I have a suggestion” Ana panted.
Marcus was feeling it, a stark difference in temperature coming off of Ana as she slowly fumbled over her coat buttons.
“I-I'm listening” Marcus replied.
“...In times like these, it is vital that we-exchange...body heat~” Ana explained, moaning especially loud at the last part.
“Right! I-so we have to hug and stuff right? No big deal” Marcus said approaching her.
“Y-you don't understand...*ah~mmm~*-our coats are too cold and wet to be of any use...w-we have to lay ourselves bare a-and embrace...” Ana purred as her coat slowly slid off her body revealing more of her bare, and flushed skin.
“Y-yeah-of course! I-I mean you're the expert, and so long as you're okay with this” Marcus said taking his coat off as well.
He moved close to her as she did away with her coat and knelt down on the rug, more and more of her perfect body exposed, her large bosom now only covered by her crossed arms.
“I-I'm sorry Marcus...this is my first time showing myself like this-I'm a little embarrassed-*hah~ah~*-but I must confess...I've thought of doing this with you-*mmm~hah~*-for some time” Ana confessed as she finally extended her arms towards Marcus revealing her round bosom, and pert pink nipples erect from either the cold or from sheer arousal.
“I guess since we're also confessing things...I thought a lot about you too Ana...some days I get anxious when we're not together. You were all I could think about-” Marcus confessed before he was pulled to her embrace.
Immediately he felt her body heat grace, and soothe his body. Her soft and plush breasts acting as pillows for his head, her sweet pine fresh scent, and the hot noises her mouth makes as she squirms and moans from the touch alone.
“*Mmm~ah*-Marcu~s-that makes me happy to hear~ that we-*hah-ah~*-share the same feelings for one another...my heart is beating like crazy~” Ana moaned loudly.
“I-I can feel it, a soft thumping that's putting me at ease...you're so warm Ana” Marcus complimented.
“My body is trembling Marcus...I'm afraid-I've never felt this hot before-*hah~ah~*-you're making me so hot” Ana purred.
“...I'll take full responsibility for that” Marcus couldn't deny his wants any longer than Ana could.
“P-please do” Ana practically begged.
Lifting his head up to meet her, their eyes gazed at each other, their bodies flushed with color as their breathing intensified. Ana murmured another plead to keep going and the two locked in a tender kiss.
Her soft, moist lips sucking away at his own were also very warm to the touch. Slow and steady they took their time getting to know each other more intimately until Ana's shy tongue poked at his teeth and he wasted no time letting her in.
Her tongue by far was the hottest thing in her mouth, teasing his lips before entering once more, and slowly dancing with his. She glazed across his mouth, all the while moaning and purring madly inside his mouth releasing more of her hot breathe directly inside him. A breath so warm it even made his inside tingle with warmth.
“*Lick~ah~hah~mmm*-Marcus~*lick~chu~mmm~*” Ana moaned in between kisses.
His hands still felt cold, and so as he made love to her mouth his hands grazed, and rubbed themselves against her skin. They brushed and squeezed her tender breasts, and flicking her nipples back and forth feeling content every time she squeaked, and moaned in-between her kisses.
“Marcus~hurry~*hah~pant*-please, give it to me-*huff-puff*-or else I-I'm gonna lose it!” Ana begged.
Practically pushing Marcus face up, her face now brimmed with lust, her eyes wide and watery, her mouth drooling, and her body sweating and pink with heat as she positioned herself over his erect member.
“I guess it's only fair I let you ride me...” Marcus revealed.
“I'll make it worthwhile” Ana purred with her lewd smile.
He saw his erection sink into her fur, and suddenly he felt a spike in heat causing him to groan as his penis was literally sinking to what he can only describe as a tight, wet, and hot massage. Ana followed suit screaming a heavenly moan as pleasure struck her body like lightning. Pressing him lower and lower until his tip prodded her womb.
“So-so~ big~*ah~I'm gonna lose it~* My mind is so hot~” Ana gasped as she gazed at the ceiling, more saliva leaving her mouth.
Her movements were slow but welcomed, his dick engulfed in heat he couldn't imagine any other girl can give him. It was more than enough to keep his entire body warm, and as the storm outside continue to billow screech, it was soon muted with the cries and moans Ana produced as she took him in his entirety.
“Mm~so hot! Marcus! Oh Marcus! You feel so hot!” Ana cried out.
“You're too hot, I'm gonna cum soon!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Yes~more~do it inside me~I-I need it~” Ana begged as she picked up the pace.
He couldn't fight it, all he could do was hope he stayed hard after all is said and done. He came inside her, pent up desires over two week old flooding her pussy all at once.
“I-I feel it~my womb is drowning if your hot stuff~” Ana cried before she too orgasmed.
Her pussy clenching tightly and sucking as much of his semen as possible, an orgasm that felt like forever before Ana lost her strength and slumped on top of him. Nibbling and kissing at his neck before traveling up, and meeting his gaze.
“...The storm is still blowing...we might have to stay like this longer” Marcus wheezed.
“*Mmm~* I'd like that Marcus~” Ana whispered.
It would be years later when they're constant reliance on each others warmth eventually ended up with Ana birthing their first born.
The two stared at their little girl bundled in several blankets with only her tiny head poking out, her hair already growing long and wavy like her mothers, and a tiny cap in between her budding horns.
“She's growing up to be as pretty as you” Marcus commented.
“You think so? I'm very happy to see she has your eyes Marcus...in time she'll want to find her warmth in someone else you know” Ana said.
“Y-yeah, but in the meantime can she still be my little Annabelle for a little longer?” Marcus almost pleaded.
“*Giggle*-of course she can, don't worry my little sweet...we'll keep you nice and warm until then” Ana assured giving her snoozing daughter a little kiss on her forehead.
“...It's all white...” the rugged adventurer murmured.
Taking a rest at nearby log cabin inn, he woke up to a sudden drop in temperature, his breath can be seen clear as day, and the outside was covered in a sheet of soft snow.
“(They did say it was gonna happen...so this is snow?)” He thought.
He glanced beside him and saw folded clothes, gloves, scarf and wool cap with a single name written in a sheet of paper.
'Marcus'
“(I guess that means me...sure was nice of the guy...)” The adventurer Marcus realized.
Pulling his blankets off him he instantly regretted, the bitter cold quickly covering his skin in goose-bumps, he stumbles out of bed and accidentally bumps his toe against the bed, biting his tongue he fought the urge to scream as the pain was magnified due to the cold.
He wasted no time equipping himself with the gift from the innkeeper. A thick brown coat, slacks, black boots, and a light gray cap covering his ears. Heading towards a nearby mirror he took a look at himself.
Dark brown eyes with matching bed-head hair now covered by the wool cap. His skin tanned from going outside for so long. Grabbing a blade he keeps on hand he goes to work cleaning the stubble of a beard, and cursed the cold making his finger shaky as his new gloves were too thick to work the blade properly.
“(I hate the snow already)” He thought bitterly to himself.
Leaving his room he was met with warm relief as the large fireplace in the main dining hall had warmed this side of the building to room temperature, which at this point was like a trip in the tropics for Marcus, and very welcoming.
Ordering some soup he waited in a chair sitting beside the fire.
“So how's your snow day treating you?” The innkeeper asked. A portly man with a white beard, and red coat with round pink cheeks, heart as warm as the room itself.
“N-not my cup of tea” Marcus stammered.
“Hm~ I think this is actually one of our warmer times” the innkeeper revealed.
Marcus sighed until his soup was delivered and began enjoying the taste of veggies, broth, and chicken.
“Ah~ you'll get use to it, I mean we only got a few more months of this before the mountains turn green again” the innkeeper revealed.
“And here I am stuck with a large building project way across the mountain” Marcus murmured.
“Well they did pay a lot to have you here so you must be worth it. I wouldn't complain so much, but I understand you're new to the cold” the innkeeper replied.
“Anything dangerous lurking out there? Bandits and the like?” Marcus asked.
“Nah! Too cold and empty for any crooks to even bother stealing a coin. You'll see what I mean when you head out there, but I'd watch out on getting lost, the path isn't all there and it's easy to get dizzy in the cold. Best advice I can give you? Make friends with the locals. They'll help you out” the innkeeper suggested.
Marcus thanked the man and grabbed his gear and headed out. The wind blowing freezing cold in his face, forcing him to tuck as much of the scarf in his face as he could. The bitter cold, and falling snow were a hindrance to his journey, the snow already reaching a foot in depth made every step feel heavy.
“(And here I was complaining about working in the heat of the desert, I'd take that trip back any day)” the man thought to himself.
It only got worse when the trail started moving uphill and after less than a mile his legs and body started to wear out.
Deciding it would hurt to take a rest on a nearby stump he decided to take a break until his legs felt like moving again, but it wasn't long until he was met with company.
“*Haa~ah~*” deep, womanly, and soft breathing can be heard close. “*Mmm~* I wouldn't recommend...staying like that in the cold-*hah~ah~*” A woman's sensual voice echoed in the snow and ice.
Marcus found himself staring back at one of the locals. A blushing beauty whose's warm breath melted the air it traveled and reaching him from a surprising distance.
She stopped just a foot away staring down at Marcus, with tall and proud antlers glossed with white tips, a wool navy-blue cap white white fluffy lining. Her hair one of the many astonishing things about her; long, wavy, full of volume and whiter than snow, bouncing with every step with thick strands covering parts of her pretty face no doubt caused by the wind.
Her eyes were as sharp as icicles, yet were calm and even inviting with their cool blue color. Her faint smile, and flushed face gave Marcus goose-bumps once more, she was the most beautiful thing he has seen this entire snow trip.
She wore a thick navy-blue coat with fluffy white buttons and lining, and yet despite the modesty there was something...flirtatious about her appearance. Her breathing still hot and deep causing her large bosom to rise and fall almost hypnotically, but Marcus also couldn't forget her lower half.
A very thick and hairy coat of a reindeer, or horse with a similar wavy pattern as her hair, her lower half colored a light brown with a faint white underbelly.
“U-um~*hah~*-please don't stare so~*ah~*-intently~ it's really...*hah~* nothing” she practically moaned in that same feminine purr.
“I-I'm sorry! Just uh, first time meeting the locals is all. They call me Marcus!” The carpenter greeted.
“Ana~ and it's nice to meet you-*ah~ah~*-Marcus~*ha~*” she purred his name as if it was the most erotic mating call there was.
“So! Um, so it's not right to take a break around these parts?” Marcus asked.
“No, I'm afraid not. If it's not too far~ I can carry you to where you need to go-*mmm~*-please do not be shy~*ah~*-I promise it'll be...gentle~” she moaned.
“C-carry? No-no thanks, I'd rather just walk it-I mean you're nice and all, but we just met and I wouldn't want to impose!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Impose~*ohh~hah~*-you're not imposing, I insist you let me guide you~*hah~*-to your destiny~” she purred.
Ana's smile, her gaze, her flushed face and hot breath was enough to snap Marcus out of any other excuses.
“W-well alright I suppose it wouldn't be so bad...” Marcus agreed as the White-Horn's smile grew ever so slightly.
She knelt down allowing Marcus to easily climb on her, already his body was flooded with heat from her body.
“Hold tightly~ it can be a little bumpy, and I-*hah~*-don't want you to fall” Ana said.
Gulping loudly Marcus wrapped his arms around her thin waist, eliciting a gasp to escape her lips but otherwise she remained stable and began her trek with Marcus in tow.
“You must forgive me~if I sound rather-*ha~hah~*-excited...I know you've been noticing this, but in the cold we must all-*ah~hah~*-do what we must to stay warm...and in control” Ana whispered.
“I-I think I understand, sorry for reacting so weirdly, it's not right for a stranger to judge someone else” Marcus apologized.
“You are a kind man-*ah~*-d-do you mind if you lift your arms up just a bit...t-they're grazing my-*hah~mmm~*-sensitive parts” Ana moaned.
“Sorry-sorry!” Marcus quickly apologized once more and lifted his arms closer to her tummy.
The rest of the trip was silent, as the snow and wind started to calm, he was met with the silence of Winter...or he would of if not for the kind woman giving him a lift.
Her breathing was still heavy, and with the silence of the woods it was more audible than normal, it didn't help that he was practically inches away from her face.
“So~ that's a nice coat you have there” Marcus tried to start some small talk.
“*Ah~* thank you very much...I like your coat too” Ana whispered.
“Yeah, but these are hand-me downs, not nearly as extravagant as yours! I bet you feel all nice and snug in all that” Marcus replied.
“It helps a lot-*hah~*-but sometimes...it's not enough” Ana explained.
“Really? You feel really warm, almost hot to the touch” Marcus said.
“O-oh my-*mmm~*-I'm sorry, I didn't know. Are you uncomfortable?” Ana asked turning to face him.
“No-no it's fine! You're doing really well” Marcus quickly assured as he found his heart tugged at her worried face.
“*Phew~*-I'm glad...you know besides the innkeeper you are the first to ride me like this...I'm happy you're being so-*hah~aah~*-gentle with me” Ana purred.
“I-I'm just glad I bumped into you is all, in fact considering my work I might need your help from time to time” Marcus revealed.
“Really! I would love to hear more about your work” She sounded excited.
Marcus never met a woman so interested in what he does, but he didn't want to associate her excitement due to the fact that she had nothing else going on. Still she was a delight to talk to, and it was a near shame that they reached his destination.
“Well...I enjoyed talking with you, but I got work to do” Marcus replied.
“I understand...please-*aah~*-do your best” she replied.
Marcus couldn't help but feel encouraged when such a beautiful and kind woman asks him to do his best...bonus point when she sounded so aroused at the thought of him doing his best as well.
“Will you be alright by yourself?” Marcus asked.
“Please do not worry yourself over me. I will be stationed nearby ready to pick you up” Ana smiled.
“You don't have to do all that” Marcus assured.
“No! I must!” She suddenly blurted out.
Marcus was a little taken aback by her sudden generosity, even more so when she tried to close the distance.
“As the day passes-*huff-puff*-the temperature drops” Ana began. “And the dark with even less visibility makes for a more dangerous path-*huff-ahh~*” She continued. “I'd be worried sick knowing you were out there alone, and cold barely able to make a single step until you collapse!” She added.
Her face moving closer, her breathing raspier and heaving, her chest heaving as she ranted on until her hot breath was engulfing his face.
They stared at each other in silence until Ana realized how close they were and quickly moved away.
“M-my apologies again-*hah~ah~*-I often get dramatic sometimes...b-but what I said still stands you know” she murmured blushing more often than before.
“I appreciate the help then, if you don't mind until I'm done here, just for a few hours really” Marcus assured.
“Of course...” Ana agreed.
And so this soon became the norm for Marcus and Ana. With each trip their conversations bonded them together. The next day would be the same to the point that they White-Horn would even visit the inn and wait for Marcus to venture forth. When he went to work she would sit idly by and prepare warm drinks during his break period.
“You're amazing Ana, how do you keep these drinks so warm for so long?” Marcus asked.
“P-please it's no trouble at all-*hah~*-just knowing you're happy with my...drinks makes me feel so~*ah~mmm~*” she purred and moaned as per usual.
“Geez kid! At least wait until your alone before making her all hot and bothered!” One of the other carpenters mocked from a distance.
“Yeah you two! Go find some empty log cabin and finish what you're starting!” A second voice boomed from a distance.
“Oh shut up!” Marcus shouted back.
“Oh my-I'm sorry for rubbing off on you the wrong way...Marcus” Ana calmly apologized with his name being especially emphasized as usual.
Though the way she said only caused the rest of the workers to laugh and wolf-whistle even louder on purpose considering they were locals who knew exactly how Ana acts to begin with.
Two weeks have passed, and just as Marcus felt he was getting use to the snow, a freak blizzard suddenly erupted just as the crew were on the verge of finishing. Safely loading their work in a large shack the carpenter retreated early with Ana urging Marcus to hurry back to the inn as well.
“The wind and ice are really acting up today!” Marcus shouted after a rush of wind nearly deafen him.
“We were long overdue for a snow-storm Marcus-*hah~hah~*” Ana explained.
Her face looked absolutely flushed, her eyes lidded, but they were moving against the wind, and visibility was dimming as the last rays of the sun diminished under the thick clouds.
“No good, I can't see a thing” Marcus shouted.
“It appears as if-*ah~*-we'll have to wait out the storm...I know where we can stay!, hold tightly!” Ana declared.
As soon as she said that she took a sharp right turn and headed into the woods zig-zagging through the trees as Marcus clung to her waist for dear life. The rapid jumping and dashing left and right plus the torrent of ice and wind still slapping his face, and pushing his body forced his grip all over Ana. From her waist, abdomen, and at some moments cupping her breasts, and pressing them upwards like a bustier.
While Ana didn't comment on any of these moments, her squeaks, and heavy breathing were almost as loud as the howling wind.
Eventually they came across an abandoned log cabin and Ana did not hesitate to go inside, and shut the door behind them.
“This cabin-*hah~*-as far as I can remember as a child was always abandoned...whenver I have some free time I come back to this place-*ah~ah~*-to clean it in case of an emergency...it's almost like a home to me at this point” Ana explained as she clutched at her chest, still heaving.
“So why is it still freezing in here?” Marcus asked.
The cabin was dark, and with only two rooms, one being the bathroom and the room he and Ana were on acting as the rest of the house. True to her word the cabin looked rather clean and tidy for being abandoned for so long. There was even a large soft round rug as fluffy as Ana's coat in front of a dead fireplace.
“You wouldn't happen to have anything to start a fire with do you?” Marcus asked.
Ana turned bashful and shook her head.
“I-to be honest I hadn't needed to...until now-*mmm~*-I'm sorry Marcus” Ana apologized.
“It's fine, I mean you think someone like me would have some flint and steel ready myself, but I was always a klutz at making fires...still I'm freezing over here. We have to do something” Marcus said.
Ana flinched and clutched at her chest even tighter, practically squeezing her large breasts as her breathing grew heavier as her thoughts raced.
“M-Marcus...if I may be so bold. I have a suggestion” Ana panted.
Marcus was feeling it, a stark difference in temperature coming off of Ana as she slowly fumbled over her coat buttons.
“I-I'm listening” Marcus replied.
“...In times like these, it is vital that we-exchange...body heat~” Ana explained, moaning especially loud at the last part.
“Right! I-so we have to hug and stuff right? No big deal” Marcus said approaching her.
“Y-you don't understand...*ah~mmm~*-our coats are too cold and wet to be of any use...w-we have to lay ourselves bare a-and embrace...” Ana purred as her coat slowly slid off her body revealing more of her bare, and flushed skin.
“Y-yeah-of course! I-I mean you're the expert, and so long as you're okay with this” Marcus said taking his coat off as well.
He moved close to her as she did away with her coat and knelt down on the rug, more and more of her perfect body exposed, her large bosom now only covered by her crossed arms.
“I-I'm sorry Marcus...this is my first time showing myself like this-I'm a little embarrassed-*hah~ah~*-but I must confess...I've thought of doing this with you-*mmm~hah~*-for some time” Ana confessed as she finally extended her arms towards Marcus revealing her round bosom, and pert pink nipples erect from either the cold or from sheer arousal.
“I guess since we're also confessing things...I thought a lot about you too Ana...some days I get anxious when we're not together. You were all I could think about-” Marcus confessed before he was pulled to her embrace.
Immediately he felt her body heat grace, and soothe his body. Her soft and plush breasts acting as pillows for his head, her sweet pine fresh scent, and the hot noises her mouth makes as she squirms and moans from the touch alone.
“*Mmm~ah*-Marcu~s-that makes me happy to hear~ that we-*hah-ah~*-share the same feelings for one another...my heart is beating like crazy~” Ana moaned loudly.
“I-I can feel it, a soft thumping that's putting me at ease...you're so warm Ana” Marcus complimented.
“My body is trembling Marcus...I'm afraid-I've never felt this hot before-*hah~ah~*-you're making me so hot” Ana purred.
“...I'll take full responsibility for that” Marcus couldn't deny his wants any longer than Ana could.
“P-please do” Ana practically begged.
Lifting his head up to meet her, their eyes gazed at each other, their bodies flushed with color as their breathing intensified. Ana murmured another plead to keep going and the two locked in a tender kiss.
Her soft, moist lips sucking away at his own were also very warm to the touch. Slow and steady they took their time getting to know each other more intimately until Ana's shy tongue poked at his teeth and he wasted no time letting her in.
Her tongue by far was the hottest thing in her mouth, teasing his lips before entering once more, and slowly dancing with his. She glazed across his mouth, all the while moaning and purring madly inside his mouth releasing more of her hot breathe directly inside him. A breath so warm it even made his inside tingle with warmth.
“*Lick~ah~hah~mmm*-Marcus~*lick~chu~mmm~*” Ana moaned in between kisses.
His hands still felt cold, and so as he made love to her mouth his hands grazed, and rubbed themselves against her skin. They brushed and squeezed her tender breasts, and flicking her nipples back and forth feeling content every time she squeaked, and moaned in-between her kisses.
“Marcus~hurry~*hah~pant*-please, give it to me-*huff-puff*-or else I-I'm gonna lose it!” Ana begged.
Practically pushing Marcus face up, her face now brimmed with lust, her eyes wide and watery, her mouth drooling, and her body sweating and pink with heat as she positioned herself over his erect member.
“I guess it's only fair I let you ride me...” Marcus revealed.
“I'll make it worthwhile” Ana purred with her lewd smile.
He saw his erection sink into her fur, and suddenly he felt a spike in heat causing him to groan as his penis was literally sinking to what he can only describe as a tight, wet, and hot massage. Ana followed suit screaming a heavenly moan as pleasure struck her body like lightning. Pressing him lower and lower until his tip prodded her womb.
“So-so~ big~*ah~I'm gonna lose it~* My mind is so hot~” Ana gasped as she gazed at the ceiling, more saliva leaving her mouth.
Her movements were slow but welcomed, his dick engulfed in heat he couldn't imagine any other girl can give him. It was more than enough to keep his entire body warm, and as the storm outside continue to billow screech, it was soon muted with the cries and moans Ana produced as she took him in his entirety.
“Mm~so hot! Marcus! Oh Marcus! You feel so hot!” Ana cried out.
“You're too hot, I'm gonna cum soon!” Marcus exclaimed.
“Yes~more~do it inside me~I-I need it~” Ana begged as she picked up the pace.
He couldn't fight it, all he could do was hope he stayed hard after all is said and done. He came inside her, pent up desires over two week old flooding her pussy all at once.
“I-I feel it~my womb is drowning if your hot stuff~” Ana cried before she too orgasmed.
Her pussy clenching tightly and sucking as much of his semen as possible, an orgasm that felt like forever before Ana lost her strength and slumped on top of him. Nibbling and kissing at his neck before traveling up, and meeting his gaze.
“...The storm is still blowing...we might have to stay like this longer” Marcus wheezed.
“*Mmm~* I'd like that Marcus~” Ana whispered.
It would be years later when they're constant reliance on each others warmth eventually ended up with Ana birthing their first born.
The two stared at their little girl bundled in several blankets with only her tiny head poking out, her hair already growing long and wavy like her mothers, and a tiny cap in between her budding horns.
“She's growing up to be as pretty as you” Marcus commented.
“You think so? I'm very happy to see she has your eyes Marcus...in time she'll want to find her warmth in someone else you know” Ana said.
“Y-yeah, but in the meantime can she still be my little Annabelle for a little longer?” Marcus almost pleaded.
“*Giggle*-of course she can, don't worry my little sweet...we'll keep you nice and warm until then” Ana assured giving her snoozing daughter a little kiss on her forehead.
Making A Harpy Out Of A Feather: Harpy
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Science is a tool that never ceases to advance, and scientists are people who never cease to improve. There was a time when man was satisfied cloning animals, small rodents, sheep, even a Giraffe at some point. People didn't stop there, over time science had brought the Wooly Mammoth back to life, and the Sabertooth tiger as well, but science didn't stop there...
The question we have to ask is...
How far will science go if there is a limit?
A doctor specializing in several fields of science decides to pull off the biggest gamble the world has seen since the invention of sliced bread.
“You are progressing quite well, vital signs still healthy...only a matter of time now” a man murmured looking at the screen on his monitor.
He then turned his attention to an oval shaped pod beige in color with a faint red glow eminating from inside. Years of hard work, research, trials, and errors about to come into fruition.
“She's ready, now to open the shell so she can-” the man began.
However; the being inside was rather impatient and cracks were already showing as it tried to free itself without waiting for the pod to open.
Soon out popped a bird's leg with sharp talons and almost gold in color, the leg pulled away making a hole and with it a curious eye colored a deep pool of black.
“Oh no I think the opening mechanism has been disabled, hang on I'll help you out-” the man began.
“I can do it-chirp!” A girl's voice piped up.
“(Well that answers a few of my questions already)” the man responded.
Grabbing the nearest recliner with wheels, a towel, and something to drink, both for himself and his budding project he watched as his creation free's herself out of the metaphorical egg she was incubated in.
“You're doing great, almost there” he would cheer her on.
A few more cracks, and holes and soon with one more solid push she was able to free herself, and the scientist can see her in her entirety.
Her body a creamy white, petite, and feminine with her blonde bird legs reaching just to her knees until making the rest of her more human minus her arms and...tail? Her hair was a soft blue base stretching into a light green and reaching her shoulders with tips of soft blonde. What astounded the scientist almost as much as her bird legs, were her true treasures; luxurious wings sky blue wings that made way for blue-green down, and feathers of gold much like her hair. To keep with this patter her tail wiggling side to side had a similar three color pattern with the same three colors and was in the shape of a fan.
She fell face down and before she could lift her head she was suddenly covered by his towel.
“*Chirp*! It's dark! I can't see-*chirp*!” She began to panic.
“It's okay-it's okay I'm just covering you up, to keep you warm and dry” the man assured.
“*Chirp?* The darkness is talking to me” She realized.
“No-no, it's just me-eh Dr. Feathers” the man revealed lifting the towel off her head so she may see again.
The little bird girl looked up to a smiling man, a stubble of a beard, and messy blonde hair with eyes that resemble crystal clear blue water, and her instincts instantly recognized him as someone to take a liking to.
She chirped once in approval before the man covered her head in the towel once more and began helping her get dry and clean.
After a quick cleaning the good doctor had her sit in his own recliner, the white towel being the only thing keeping her modest.
“So we're gonna start with a quick check-up if you don't mind” Dr. Feathers began.
“*Chirp?* What's that?” She asked.
“It's basically me making sure you're absolutely okay, this may be a surprise to you, but you're kind of a big deal, it's taking everything in me not to freak out right now” Dr. Feathers said.
“Big? But I'm so little-*chirp*!” She replied.
Dr. Feathers was very thorough inspecting her reflex, body temperature, eyesight, and much more.
“Okay, I have a few tests, firstly I want to test your speech, can you say~...Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers very quickly?” Dr. Feathers said.
“Peter-Piper-picked-a-*chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp*!” She was doing so well until she devolved into chirping noises.
“Interesting, so long as you don't strain yourself you don't spontaneously burst into chirps, we can fix that, but let's focus on more important things first” Dr. Feathers took notice of.
“Next we are gonna check your heart-rate, if you don't mind...um~ removing your towel” Dr. Feathers began.
With no shame and pure innocence she stripped herself of her only clothing leaving herself bare to him, her small breasts budding like soft adolescent bumps with the tiniest of pink nipples.
“I could have sworn I had you set over 18...but perhaps it's for the best, light as a feather as they say” Dr. Feathers replied before placing his stethoscope on her chest.
“*Ch~irp*! Cold!” She squeaked out flapping her wings in discontent.
“I know-I know relax just stand still for just a moment” Dr. Feathers assured.
With his inspection complete he can now conclude that his pet project was perfectly healthy, alive and-
“I'm hungry~” she started to whine.
-And hungry.
“Oh right, I guess we can both use some lunch, come on we can continue our tests during lunch” Dr. Feathers assured.
Leading her into the kitchen the good doctor had prepared a small bowl with several seeds, fruits, and berries. The chirping bird girl's smile widen, and her drool started to show, but before she can slam her face into the bowl, Dr. Feathers pulled it away.
“Not so fast, your face isn't really a beak, you can break something if you slam your head like that...here I'll help you” Dr. Feather assured grabbing some sliced fruit and presenting to her open mouth.
“Now, while your brain is based mostly of that of a bird, I did tweak it to that of a human level, and implanted a bit of...let's call them memories to help you identify what things are. Let's start with food, what is this?” Dr. Feathers asked presenting a sliced piece of fruit.
“*Chirp!* Apple!” She declared.
“Good girl, here you go” Dr. Feathers replied rewarding her with food.
“And what is this object I'm placing the fruit called?” Dr. Feathers asked.
“Hm~uh~mmm~bowl?” She answered.
“Yes! Very good, here you go” Dr. Feathers rewarded her with more fruit.
“And can you tell me what this is?” Dr. Feathers presented the Harpy girl with a picture of a round object in a black and white photo.
“Hum~ball!” She cheered and opened her mouth for a reward.
“Oh~sorry, it's actually called Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis” Dr. Feathers corrected.
“*Chirp*? D-does that mean-*sniff*-I don't get food?” She replied frowning and was ready to burst into tears.
“Well you're no genius, but you're a good girl so here, you can have the rest” Dr. Feathers said.
“Yay~thanks...man!” She replied.
“It's Dr. Feathers you know...actually I guess I'm sort of your daddy too now that I think about it” Dr. Feathers said.
“You're really nice to give me food like this-*chirp*! I love you daddy!” She cheered.
“(...Did my heart just skip a beat?)” Dr. Feathers thought. “On second thought just call me doctor, or something...now then the question is what do we call you?” Dr. Feathers wondered.
She chirped once, and then turn her attention back to her food.
He thought about the machine he used to bring her to life, or rather a heavily modified version of the cloning machine he had tweaked himself.
“...Genetic. Incubating. Growing. Atomizer..G.I.G.A...What do you think about me calling you Giga for now? Easy to remember right?” Dr. Feathers replied.
The winged girl looked up with a face full of seeds and fruit nectar before chirping out her approval.
“Great! The world will call you Giga, and in turn you will call this world your home!” Dr. Feathers declared.
“*Chirp*! Giga! Okay, I can't wait to see all of my home!” She cheered.
The question we have to ask is...
How far will science go if there is a limit?
A doctor specializing in several fields of science decides to pull off the biggest gamble the world has seen since the invention of sliced bread.
“You are progressing quite well, vital signs still healthy...only a matter of time now” a man murmured looking at the screen on his monitor.
He then turned his attention to an oval shaped pod beige in color with a faint red glow eminating from inside. Years of hard work, research, trials, and errors about to come into fruition.
“She's ready, now to open the shell so she can-” the man began.
However; the being inside was rather impatient and cracks were already showing as it tried to free itself without waiting for the pod to open.
Soon out popped a bird's leg with sharp talons and almost gold in color, the leg pulled away making a hole and with it a curious eye colored a deep pool of black.
“Oh no I think the opening mechanism has been disabled, hang on I'll help you out-” the man began.
“I can do it-chirp!” A girl's voice piped up.
“(Well that answers a few of my questions already)” the man responded.
Grabbing the nearest recliner with wheels, a towel, and something to drink, both for himself and his budding project he watched as his creation free's herself out of the metaphorical egg she was incubated in.
“You're doing great, almost there” he would cheer her on.
A few more cracks, and holes and soon with one more solid push she was able to free herself, and the scientist can see her in her entirety.
Her body a creamy white, petite, and feminine with her blonde bird legs reaching just to her knees until making the rest of her more human minus her arms and...tail? Her hair was a soft blue base stretching into a light green and reaching her shoulders with tips of soft blonde. What astounded the scientist almost as much as her bird legs, were her true treasures; luxurious wings sky blue wings that made way for blue-green down, and feathers of gold much like her hair. To keep with this patter her tail wiggling side to side had a similar three color pattern with the same three colors and was in the shape of a fan.
She fell face down and before she could lift her head she was suddenly covered by his towel.
“*Chirp*! It's dark! I can't see-*chirp*!” She began to panic.
“It's okay-it's okay I'm just covering you up, to keep you warm and dry” the man assured.
“*Chirp?* The darkness is talking to me” She realized.
“No-no, it's just me-eh Dr. Feathers” the man revealed lifting the towel off her head so she may see again.
The little bird girl looked up to a smiling man, a stubble of a beard, and messy blonde hair with eyes that resemble crystal clear blue water, and her instincts instantly recognized him as someone to take a liking to.
She chirped once in approval before the man covered her head in the towel once more and began helping her get dry and clean.
After a quick cleaning the good doctor had her sit in his own recliner, the white towel being the only thing keeping her modest.
“So we're gonna start with a quick check-up if you don't mind” Dr. Feathers began.
“*Chirp?* What's that?” She asked.
“It's basically me making sure you're absolutely okay, this may be a surprise to you, but you're kind of a big deal, it's taking everything in me not to freak out right now” Dr. Feathers said.
“Big? But I'm so little-*chirp*!” She replied.
Dr. Feathers was very thorough inspecting her reflex, body temperature, eyesight, and much more.
“Okay, I have a few tests, firstly I want to test your speech, can you say~...Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers very quickly?” Dr. Feathers said.
“Peter-Piper-picked-a-*chirp-chirp-chirp-chirp*!” She was doing so well until she devolved into chirping noises.
“Interesting, so long as you don't strain yourself you don't spontaneously burst into chirps, we can fix that, but let's focus on more important things first” Dr. Feathers took notice of.
“Next we are gonna check your heart-rate, if you don't mind...um~ removing your towel” Dr. Feathers began.
With no shame and pure innocence she stripped herself of her only clothing leaving herself bare to him, her small breasts budding like soft adolescent bumps with the tiniest of pink nipples.
“I could have sworn I had you set over 18...but perhaps it's for the best, light as a feather as they say” Dr. Feathers replied before placing his stethoscope on her chest.
“*Ch~irp*! Cold!” She squeaked out flapping her wings in discontent.
“I know-I know relax just stand still for just a moment” Dr. Feathers assured.
With his inspection complete he can now conclude that his pet project was perfectly healthy, alive and-
“I'm hungry~” she started to whine.
-And hungry.
“Oh right, I guess we can both use some lunch, come on we can continue our tests during lunch” Dr. Feathers assured.
Leading her into the kitchen the good doctor had prepared a small bowl with several seeds, fruits, and berries. The chirping bird girl's smile widen, and her drool started to show, but before she can slam her face into the bowl, Dr. Feathers pulled it away.
“Not so fast, your face isn't really a beak, you can break something if you slam your head like that...here I'll help you” Dr. Feather assured grabbing some sliced fruit and presenting to her open mouth.
“Now, while your brain is based mostly of that of a bird, I did tweak it to that of a human level, and implanted a bit of...let's call them memories to help you identify what things are. Let's start with food, what is this?” Dr. Feathers asked presenting a sliced piece of fruit.
“*Chirp!* Apple!” She declared.
“Good girl, here you go” Dr. Feathers replied rewarding her with food.
“And what is this object I'm placing the fruit called?” Dr. Feathers asked.
“Hm~uh~mmm~bowl?” She answered.
“Yes! Very good, here you go” Dr. Feathers rewarded her with more fruit.
“And can you tell me what this is?” Dr. Feathers presented the Harpy girl with a picture of a round object in a black and white photo.
“Hum~ball!” She cheered and opened her mouth for a reward.
“Oh~sorry, it's actually called Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis” Dr. Feathers corrected.
“*Chirp*? D-does that mean-*sniff*-I don't get food?” She replied frowning and was ready to burst into tears.
“Well you're no genius, but you're a good girl so here, you can have the rest” Dr. Feathers said.
“Yay~thanks...man!” She replied.
“It's Dr. Feathers you know...actually I guess I'm sort of your daddy too now that I think about it” Dr. Feathers said.
“You're really nice to give me food like this-*chirp*! I love you daddy!” She cheered.
“(...Did my heart just skip a beat?)” Dr. Feathers thought. “On second thought just call me doctor, or something...now then the question is what do we call you?” Dr. Feathers wondered.
She chirped once, and then turn her attention back to her food.
He thought about the machine he used to bring her to life, or rather a heavily modified version of the cloning machine he had tweaked himself.
“...Genetic. Incubating. Growing. Atomizer..G.I.G.A...What do you think about me calling you Giga for now? Easy to remember right?” Dr. Feathers replied.
The winged girl looked up with a face full of seeds and fruit nectar before chirping out her approval.
“Great! The world will call you Giga, and in turn you will call this world your home!” Dr. Feathers declared.
“*Chirp*! Giga! Okay, I can't wait to see all of my home!” She cheered.
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“Well, you've been here for a whole week, your vital signs remain normal, and stable. Your wings are now fully rejuvenated and you're ready for take off. your diet is keeping you healthy, and your body is absorbing nutrients, and we now know you are capable of retaining new memories, but let me ask you; are you ready to greet the world?” Dr. Feather's asked.
“Y-you bet! I'm so~ ready-*chirp*!” Giga replied.
“So~ why are your feet trembling?” Dr. Feathers asked.
Giga's assuring smile slowly fell to a worried frown as she couldn't keep up the charade.
“I-I'm sorry Doctor, but just thinking of leaving the nest has my fight, or flight instincts going all kinds of bonkers-*chir~p*!” Giga confessed.
“It's normal to leave the safety of your home, even if it was for just a week like yourself, but you're not going out there alone...not yet at least. I'll be there to assure the people that you're nice, and to treat nicely in return. You'll see, for all the scary things to think about there's just as many-if not more good things to experience” Dr. Feathers assured her.
“Like what?” Giga asked.
“Well for starters, there's water fountains, open sky to fly to your hearts content...just be mindful of airplanes and the like. Numerous types of trees and life to study and find, I can go on, but it's better if you just see for yourself” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Oh~w-well when you say it like that-and-and you promise you won't leave me alone right?” Giga asked still a little nervous.
“I'll stick to you like glue” Dr. Feathers assured.
“Alright! I-I think I'm ready now, so~ where do we go first-*chirp*?” Giga asked.
“To visit my colleagues at my job, they'll be shocked, but happy to see you I'm sure” Dr. Feathers explained.
“*Chirp*!” Giga exclaimed extending her wings.
“U-um~maybe we should hold off on flying in public...at least until we have you say hello to everyone first” Dr. Feathers said.
“*Chi~rp*...” Giga was less enthusiastic now.
Riding on his vehicle the two took off on the highway to reach the institute as soon as possible.
“Wha~ your...car? Yeah car! It's super fast!” Giga cheered sticking her head out the window to catch the wind.
“Thanks! I could go faster, but I'm technically not allowed” Dr. Feathers said.
“Oh right! You have laws right? Do I have to follow laws?” Giga asked.
“That's right, for the most part though it's fairly simple, be nice, don't hurt anyone, don't steal, just don't do bad things in general and you won't get in trouble” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Roger-ow~!” Giga tried to salute but only hit the tip of her wing against the windshield.
“...Maybe I should have gotten the convertible...” Dr. Feathers murmured.
Reaching the laboratory and entering through the back; Dr. Feathers started gathering his associates, friends, and colleagues. One by one they entered the conference room each given a pamphlet explaining in quick detail Giga's information, and glance at the good doctor until they gawked at the Harpy with wings of sky-blue, soft gold bashfully smiling back.
Once he had an audience, and Giga was starting to shake again; Dr. Feathers shut the door and quickly returned to Giga who has resorted to hiding behind him from all the attention.
“So~um, where to start...I guess name? Right. This is Giga, a synthetic girl I have created using our cloning machine I...modified” Dr. Feathers explained.
“You know how the populace feels about cloning humans! Why the backlash you'll receive from the religious alone can have severe repercussions!” An older scientist revealed.
“She's not human! Not entirely, I based her creation on the mythical Harpies of old, while she carries human traits her mind, and body are also heavily derived from birds” Dr. Feathers explained.
“I have an inkling as to what you are trying to do, but can you confirm my suspicious by answering why you decided to create intelligent life? Also why in a hybrid form such as...Giga?” A younger scientist asked.
“Good question! Giga here has remarkable intelligence...well remarkable common sense at least. She also very versatile as you can see in your pamphlet her legs alone are strong enough to carry objects over four-hundred pounds...my small piano for example she lifted off the ground with ease. And that was on day three! With a steady diet, and exercise she can lift even grand pianos under half a ton in weight” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Her piano lifting skills are noted, but one griping question I have for you still plagues me. Gathering the DNA of various birds was simple enough right? But seeing as how you spliced those genes with that of a human. Well I have to ask; where did the human part come from?” Another scientist asked.
Dr. Feathers' confident smile was gone, and he reluctantly answered as a long distant memory suddenly flooded his mind...
“Just once...I wish I could fly...” a weak voice pleaded to him long ago.
Dr. Feathers paused until he answered once more.
“...I can assure you while the user wishes to remain anonymous...their donation was not forced, nor stolen. It was given voluntarily before their passing” Dr. Feathers explained.
Some of the scientists didn't seem all too satisfied with his sudden short answer, but they didn't force him to explain in further details simply because his help, reputation and research in the past were far too valuable to question his motives now.
“...Does Giga want to say something?” A female scientist asked.
“Of course, this is technically all about here isn't it? Come here Giga, and say hello” Dr. Feathers.
Motioning Giga in front of him rather than behind, he rested his hands on her shoulders and gave her a brief smile to help support her.
She stammers as mumurs as her thoughts race until it all comes out at once.
“*Chirp!*” Giga squeaked.
…
“...Try again...” Dr. Feathers whispered.
“H-hello~” Giga finally managed.
It wasn't much, it was barely heard, and it didn't revolutionized the world to a new level of evolution, but it was enough to give her an applause from the rest of the scientists.
With her confidence back, and a reassuring doctor by her side she was happy to answer any questions, and speak her heart out though she was hesitant with letting others feel her wings. Regardless while it started rather roughly the recovery was spectacular, and in a few days she'll be ready to be revealed to the public. Unbeknownst to them, a secret audience member watching from a hidden camera feed in the conference room was all but happy about the whole thing.
Miles away in a near remote location outside the city, in a small inherited manor hidden by circling trees lived a man, filled with as much determination, fervor, intelligence, motivation, and recklessness as the good Dr. Feathers. Only one significant difference being the two shared completely different hearts.
He watches from his dark brown leather recliner, the video feed he just received staring at scientific community that rejected, and worst flaunt, and parade around Dr. Feathers, and his new freak-show. But he couldn't deny his curiosity watching the Harpy talk and playfully flap her wings in front of everyone.
“So he finally did it...even worse he beat me to it” He murmured to himself.
Grabbing a beaker beside him still half-full of whiskey he down the burning liquid in one gulp and stood up.
He stomped towards his machine, a similar cloning machine he had also tweaked himself, though the egg-shaped pod was replaced by a tall glass cylinder with gallons of green fluid filling it to the brim. What seems like a glowing green slime was actually millions of cells that refused to join and become one.
“God-damn it!” He cried out.
His hair a ruffled spiky mess of black, thin rimmed glasses on his sharp venom green eyes, and wearing a black button up shirt with matching black dress pants, white heavily stained lab-coat and black dress shoes.
“(How-how did he beat me to it! I was the first-I was on the verge, and yet he still managed to pull something out of his ass, and create life! I will find out his secret, and I will make them pay, them and the world...)” The man roared in his thoughts before all the daytime drinking finally hit him, and he collapsed on the floor, defeated already.
“Y-you bet! I'm so~ ready-*chirp*!” Giga replied.
“So~ why are your feet trembling?” Dr. Feathers asked.
Giga's assuring smile slowly fell to a worried frown as she couldn't keep up the charade.
“I-I'm sorry Doctor, but just thinking of leaving the nest has my fight, or flight instincts going all kinds of bonkers-*chir~p*!” Giga confessed.
“It's normal to leave the safety of your home, even if it was for just a week like yourself, but you're not going out there alone...not yet at least. I'll be there to assure the people that you're nice, and to treat nicely in return. You'll see, for all the scary things to think about there's just as many-if not more good things to experience” Dr. Feathers assured her.
“Like what?” Giga asked.
“Well for starters, there's water fountains, open sky to fly to your hearts content...just be mindful of airplanes and the like. Numerous types of trees and life to study and find, I can go on, but it's better if you just see for yourself” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Oh~w-well when you say it like that-and-and you promise you won't leave me alone right?” Giga asked still a little nervous.
“I'll stick to you like glue” Dr. Feathers assured.
“Alright! I-I think I'm ready now, so~ where do we go first-*chirp*?” Giga asked.
“To visit my colleagues at my job, they'll be shocked, but happy to see you I'm sure” Dr. Feathers explained.
“*Chirp*!” Giga exclaimed extending her wings.
“U-um~maybe we should hold off on flying in public...at least until we have you say hello to everyone first” Dr. Feathers said.
“*Chi~rp*...” Giga was less enthusiastic now.
Riding on his vehicle the two took off on the highway to reach the institute as soon as possible.
“Wha~ your...car? Yeah car! It's super fast!” Giga cheered sticking her head out the window to catch the wind.
“Thanks! I could go faster, but I'm technically not allowed” Dr. Feathers said.
“Oh right! You have laws right? Do I have to follow laws?” Giga asked.
“That's right, for the most part though it's fairly simple, be nice, don't hurt anyone, don't steal, just don't do bad things in general and you won't get in trouble” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Roger-ow~!” Giga tried to salute but only hit the tip of her wing against the windshield.
“...Maybe I should have gotten the convertible...” Dr. Feathers murmured.
Reaching the laboratory and entering through the back; Dr. Feathers started gathering his associates, friends, and colleagues. One by one they entered the conference room each given a pamphlet explaining in quick detail Giga's information, and glance at the good doctor until they gawked at the Harpy with wings of sky-blue, soft gold bashfully smiling back.
Once he had an audience, and Giga was starting to shake again; Dr. Feathers shut the door and quickly returned to Giga who has resorted to hiding behind him from all the attention.
“So~um, where to start...I guess name? Right. This is Giga, a synthetic girl I have created using our cloning machine I...modified” Dr. Feathers explained.
“You know how the populace feels about cloning humans! Why the backlash you'll receive from the religious alone can have severe repercussions!” An older scientist revealed.
“She's not human! Not entirely, I based her creation on the mythical Harpies of old, while she carries human traits her mind, and body are also heavily derived from birds” Dr. Feathers explained.
“I have an inkling as to what you are trying to do, but can you confirm my suspicious by answering why you decided to create intelligent life? Also why in a hybrid form such as...Giga?” A younger scientist asked.
“Good question! Giga here has remarkable intelligence...well remarkable common sense at least. She also very versatile as you can see in your pamphlet her legs alone are strong enough to carry objects over four-hundred pounds...my small piano for example she lifted off the ground with ease. And that was on day three! With a steady diet, and exercise she can lift even grand pianos under half a ton in weight” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Her piano lifting skills are noted, but one griping question I have for you still plagues me. Gathering the DNA of various birds was simple enough right? But seeing as how you spliced those genes with that of a human. Well I have to ask; where did the human part come from?” Another scientist asked.
Dr. Feathers' confident smile was gone, and he reluctantly answered as a long distant memory suddenly flooded his mind...
“Just once...I wish I could fly...” a weak voice pleaded to him long ago.
Dr. Feathers paused until he answered once more.
“...I can assure you while the user wishes to remain anonymous...their donation was not forced, nor stolen. It was given voluntarily before their passing” Dr. Feathers explained.
Some of the scientists didn't seem all too satisfied with his sudden short answer, but they didn't force him to explain in further details simply because his help, reputation and research in the past were far too valuable to question his motives now.
“...Does Giga want to say something?” A female scientist asked.
“Of course, this is technically all about here isn't it? Come here Giga, and say hello” Dr. Feathers.
Motioning Giga in front of him rather than behind, he rested his hands on her shoulders and gave her a brief smile to help support her.
She stammers as mumurs as her thoughts race until it all comes out at once.
“*Chirp!*” Giga squeaked.
…
“...Try again...” Dr. Feathers whispered.
“H-hello~” Giga finally managed.
It wasn't much, it was barely heard, and it didn't revolutionized the world to a new level of evolution, but it was enough to give her an applause from the rest of the scientists.
With her confidence back, and a reassuring doctor by her side she was happy to answer any questions, and speak her heart out though she was hesitant with letting others feel her wings. Regardless while it started rather roughly the recovery was spectacular, and in a few days she'll be ready to be revealed to the public. Unbeknownst to them, a secret audience member watching from a hidden camera feed in the conference room was all but happy about the whole thing.
Miles away in a near remote location outside the city, in a small inherited manor hidden by circling trees lived a man, filled with as much determination, fervor, intelligence, motivation, and recklessness as the good Dr. Feathers. Only one significant difference being the two shared completely different hearts.
He watches from his dark brown leather recliner, the video feed he just received staring at scientific community that rejected, and worst flaunt, and parade around Dr. Feathers, and his new freak-show. But he couldn't deny his curiosity watching the Harpy talk and playfully flap her wings in front of everyone.
“So he finally did it...even worse he beat me to it” He murmured to himself.
Grabbing a beaker beside him still half-full of whiskey he down the burning liquid in one gulp and stood up.
He stomped towards his machine, a similar cloning machine he had also tweaked himself, though the egg-shaped pod was replaced by a tall glass cylinder with gallons of green fluid filling it to the brim. What seems like a glowing green slime was actually millions of cells that refused to join and become one.
“God-damn it!” He cried out.
His hair a ruffled spiky mess of black, thin rimmed glasses on his sharp venom green eyes, and wearing a black button up shirt with matching black dress pants, white heavily stained lab-coat and black dress shoes.
“(How-how did he beat me to it! I was the first-I was on the verge, and yet he still managed to pull something out of his ass, and create life! I will find out his secret, and I will make them pay, them and the world...)” The man roared in his thoughts before all the daytime drinking finally hit him, and he collapsed on the floor, defeated already.
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The dark haired scientist awakes from his most recent drinking binge, beaker glass still dribbling alcohol on the floor where he dropped it after he passed out.
His spiky black hair even messier than it had been, his venom green eyes barely focusing under his thin, rectangle rimmed glasses.
Picking himself off the floor he glances back at the screen to find that most of the staff had dispersed perhaps having had their fill of the good doctor's creation for the day.
Glancing at his window covered by black curtains he spotted a trickle of yellow light from the sun telling him it was late afternoon.
“If that feather-brain thinks he can get the drop on me with his so-called 'creation' he is sorely mistaken! Probably some girl he intoxicated and forced into that weird get-up...But I must admit I am curious of her capabilities” the man murmured under his breath.
Leaving his lab and descending downstairs onto his study/living room he presses a switch hidden under a couch causing a bookshelf to slide and reveal a spiraling staircase. Climbing down it he reaches a long winding underground tunnel barely illuminated by a few dim bulbs. Rather than heading deep into the darkness he turns immediately towards his left where loud grunts and barking can be heard.
“I was gonna wait until I trained them, but...screw it” the mad scientist shrugged as he opened the metal and oak wood door revealing a cage containing several ravenous dogs.
The dogs perked up seeing their master and began to bark louder than ever.
“Easy there-down-down! You'll get dinner soon...but first you gotta catch it...” the man declared with a smile and a glint in his eyes.
Moments later Dr. Feathers and Giga wrapped in a soft coat spent the little day-light they had left at a nearby park.
“The sun is so beautiful doctor...I want to fly towards it one day” Giga marveled.
“...Well we have the park to ourselves, and you are overdue for a test-flight. Tell you what? So long as you don't rocket off into the stratosphere you can fly for a bit before we head back home” Dr. Feathers suggested.
“Really! *Chirp!* Ready for take off!” Giga cried out.
Removing her coat revealing a simple sleeveless white shirt and bicycle shorts she had on. She extended her wings, her eyes on the sky as she gave them a strong flap pushing the grass beneath her and shooting herself up above the trees.
“*Chirp-chirp-chirp~*-this is great doctor! Everything is a-okay!” Giga cried out.
“How's your head? You don't feel light-headed? How long do you think you can stay up there!?” Doctor Feather asked.
“I'm feeling good doctor! The wind tickles~” Giga cheered.
“(Looks like her body and wingspan don't clash, they even compliment each other quite well. I guess was worried for nothing)” Dr. Feathers was happy to see.
Gig continued to fly and swing across the sky left and right until she saw something stirring in the woods just a few yards away from Dr. Feathers.
“...D-doctor, I think something is coming out of the woods...I don't like it” Giga felt her feathers ruffle a bit.
At that point the doctor could hear something stirring and approaching fast...
“It sounds like hounds...Giga maybe we should-” Dr. Feathers began.
“Look out!” Giga cried out.
A black hound with a ravenous mouth and dark red beady eyes barked and lunged at Dr. Feathers. Giga dove just in time clutching Dr. Feathers by his shoulders and pushing upward causing the hound to chomp in a clump of dirt and grass.
Unfortunately as she attempted to land a safe distance away from the first hound, a second hound emerged and Giga was forced to fly up once more.
“Where are all these dogs coming from!?” Dr. Feathers exclaimed.
“I think they're after you doctor!” Giga exclaimed taking off only to have a third dog join the pack.
“Even so, we have to lead them somewhere where people won't come in contact with them” Dr. Feathers replied.
“They're really fast doctor, I can't find a safe place for you land on!” Giga explained.
“It's fine, just put me on that tall oak tree over there while I make a call!” Dr. Feathers assured.
“Don't worry doc! I'll save you! You just stay put! *Chirp~*!” Giga assured taking off and leaving Dr. Feathers.
“...Animal control would have been here in about five minutes...” Dr. Feathers murmured.
“Hey you angry puppies! Leave the doctor alone!” Giga cried out.
The hounds stopped barking glancing at Giga before they continued barking and clawing at the oak tree Dr. Feathers was now stuck on.
Meanwhile a miniature camera on one of the hounds captures everything on a live-feed straight towards the mad scientist's home base.
“Yup, won't be long now until those claws rip open the trunk and tumble it down...I imagine it'll be seconds before their powerful jaws will leave 'Feather-Brain' into an unrecognizable mess of cloth and flesh” the mad-man replied taking a sip of bourbon from a beaker. “(Still, for a drunk cosplayer, that girl could fly very elegantly...guess I'll have to look into her after all)” he then thought.
“I said leave him alone!” Giga cried out swooping down and grabbing a dog on each of her talons. The two dogs barked and wriggled in her grip but she remained firm though her was very lopsided and clumsy.
“H-hey-stop that-I'm gonna crash-oh! That's a nice doggy cage!” Giga cried out until she spotted a piece of junk...
…
...I mean modern art.
The tall rusted metal jungle gym deemed too dangerous for children to play on and spray painted black in certain areas was a symbol of...something the artist did not clearly specify. All Giga cared about was that it was thick enough to keep the dogs in, and the top was missing so she can drop them off and keep them there.
Content seeing the dogs in place she darted back to take the last hound and before she can hear Dr. Feathers call out to her, she zipped back towards the cage and trapped all three dogs saving the day.
“Damn it! Screwed by modern art yet again!” The mad scientist cried out as he threw his beaker and it's contents at his stone wall.
“I...I did it! I did it! *Chirp-chirp-chirp!*” Giga was so happy her cheers were reduced to loud chirping. “I-I can't wait to tell the doctor everything that happened!” Giga squealed with delight before taking off towards his lab...
…
…
“Hello~ Giga~?” Dr. Feathers cried out.
…
“Are the dogs gone!?” He cried out some more.
Half an hour later Giga returned watching Dr. Feathers climb himself out of the oak tree she stuck him on.
“...I'm so sorry...” Giga sighed.
“It's okay...I'm actually a little happy you know your way enough to make it home without me” Dr. Feathers tried to cheer her up.
“*Chi~rp*” Giga was still a little sad.
“Let's get something to eat, I'm sure that will make us both feel better” Dr. Feathers said.
“Gotcha! So~ what was the deal with those dogs? You never taught me they could be that vicious and strong” Giga replied glancing back at the oak trunk now torn with deep cuts and bleeding sap.
“...I fear those weren't ordinary dogs, and if my hunch is correct. It could be the work of a very dangerous individual” Dr. Feathers said.
“D-dangerous? Who?” Giga gasped.
“A man by the name of Incubus, you should stay away from him as soon as much as you can” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Is it because he's not a doctor like you?” Giga asked.
“Well~ technically he is, but he lost his license when he was caught creating a breed of venomous animals disguised as everyday house pets...claimed it was a matter of national security that we needed a venomous gerbil” Dr. Feathers said.
Meanwhile...
“I get the feeling the doctor is catching on to my return, I mean who else would send spliced up ravenous dogs to attack a rival of science?” Incubus sighed as he began to sober up. “(I'll have to act fast, no time to discover his secret on my own, I'm gonna have to steal the idea myself, hell people steal music online all the time, so it shouldn't be a big deal” Incubus thought to himself as his smile returned and a new plan was forged.
His spiky black hair even messier than it had been, his venom green eyes barely focusing under his thin, rectangle rimmed glasses.
Picking himself off the floor he glances back at the screen to find that most of the staff had dispersed perhaps having had their fill of the good doctor's creation for the day.
Glancing at his window covered by black curtains he spotted a trickle of yellow light from the sun telling him it was late afternoon.
“If that feather-brain thinks he can get the drop on me with his so-called 'creation' he is sorely mistaken! Probably some girl he intoxicated and forced into that weird get-up...But I must admit I am curious of her capabilities” the man murmured under his breath.
Leaving his lab and descending downstairs onto his study/living room he presses a switch hidden under a couch causing a bookshelf to slide and reveal a spiraling staircase. Climbing down it he reaches a long winding underground tunnel barely illuminated by a few dim bulbs. Rather than heading deep into the darkness he turns immediately towards his left where loud grunts and barking can be heard.
“I was gonna wait until I trained them, but...screw it” the mad scientist shrugged as he opened the metal and oak wood door revealing a cage containing several ravenous dogs.
The dogs perked up seeing their master and began to bark louder than ever.
“Easy there-down-down! You'll get dinner soon...but first you gotta catch it...” the man declared with a smile and a glint in his eyes.
Moments later Dr. Feathers and Giga wrapped in a soft coat spent the little day-light they had left at a nearby park.
“The sun is so beautiful doctor...I want to fly towards it one day” Giga marveled.
“...Well we have the park to ourselves, and you are overdue for a test-flight. Tell you what? So long as you don't rocket off into the stratosphere you can fly for a bit before we head back home” Dr. Feathers suggested.
“Really! *Chirp!* Ready for take off!” Giga cried out.
Removing her coat revealing a simple sleeveless white shirt and bicycle shorts she had on. She extended her wings, her eyes on the sky as she gave them a strong flap pushing the grass beneath her and shooting herself up above the trees.
“*Chirp-chirp-chirp~*-this is great doctor! Everything is a-okay!” Giga cried out.
“How's your head? You don't feel light-headed? How long do you think you can stay up there!?” Doctor Feather asked.
“I'm feeling good doctor! The wind tickles~” Giga cheered.
“(Looks like her body and wingspan don't clash, they even compliment each other quite well. I guess was worried for nothing)” Dr. Feathers was happy to see.
Gig continued to fly and swing across the sky left and right until she saw something stirring in the woods just a few yards away from Dr. Feathers.
“...D-doctor, I think something is coming out of the woods...I don't like it” Giga felt her feathers ruffle a bit.
At that point the doctor could hear something stirring and approaching fast...
“It sounds like hounds...Giga maybe we should-” Dr. Feathers began.
“Look out!” Giga cried out.
A black hound with a ravenous mouth and dark red beady eyes barked and lunged at Dr. Feathers. Giga dove just in time clutching Dr. Feathers by his shoulders and pushing upward causing the hound to chomp in a clump of dirt and grass.
Unfortunately as she attempted to land a safe distance away from the first hound, a second hound emerged and Giga was forced to fly up once more.
“Where are all these dogs coming from!?” Dr. Feathers exclaimed.
“I think they're after you doctor!” Giga exclaimed taking off only to have a third dog join the pack.
“Even so, we have to lead them somewhere where people won't come in contact with them” Dr. Feathers replied.
“They're really fast doctor, I can't find a safe place for you land on!” Giga explained.
“It's fine, just put me on that tall oak tree over there while I make a call!” Dr. Feathers assured.
“Don't worry doc! I'll save you! You just stay put! *Chirp~*!” Giga assured taking off and leaving Dr. Feathers.
“...Animal control would have been here in about five minutes...” Dr. Feathers murmured.
“Hey you angry puppies! Leave the doctor alone!” Giga cried out.
The hounds stopped barking glancing at Giga before they continued barking and clawing at the oak tree Dr. Feathers was now stuck on.
Meanwhile a miniature camera on one of the hounds captures everything on a live-feed straight towards the mad scientist's home base.
“Yup, won't be long now until those claws rip open the trunk and tumble it down...I imagine it'll be seconds before their powerful jaws will leave 'Feather-Brain' into an unrecognizable mess of cloth and flesh” the mad-man replied taking a sip of bourbon from a beaker. “(Still, for a drunk cosplayer, that girl could fly very elegantly...guess I'll have to look into her after all)” he then thought.
“I said leave him alone!” Giga cried out swooping down and grabbing a dog on each of her talons. The two dogs barked and wriggled in her grip but she remained firm though her was very lopsided and clumsy.
“H-hey-stop that-I'm gonna crash-oh! That's a nice doggy cage!” Giga cried out until she spotted a piece of junk...
…
...I mean modern art.
The tall rusted metal jungle gym deemed too dangerous for children to play on and spray painted black in certain areas was a symbol of...something the artist did not clearly specify. All Giga cared about was that it was thick enough to keep the dogs in, and the top was missing so she can drop them off and keep them there.
Content seeing the dogs in place she darted back to take the last hound and before she can hear Dr. Feathers call out to her, she zipped back towards the cage and trapped all three dogs saving the day.
“Damn it! Screwed by modern art yet again!” The mad scientist cried out as he threw his beaker and it's contents at his stone wall.
“I...I did it! I did it! *Chirp-chirp-chirp!*” Giga was so happy her cheers were reduced to loud chirping. “I-I can't wait to tell the doctor everything that happened!” Giga squealed with delight before taking off towards his lab...
…
…
“Hello~ Giga~?” Dr. Feathers cried out.
…
“Are the dogs gone!?” He cried out some more.
Half an hour later Giga returned watching Dr. Feathers climb himself out of the oak tree she stuck him on.
“...I'm so sorry...” Giga sighed.
“It's okay...I'm actually a little happy you know your way enough to make it home without me” Dr. Feathers tried to cheer her up.
“*Chi~rp*” Giga was still a little sad.
“Let's get something to eat, I'm sure that will make us both feel better” Dr. Feathers said.
“Gotcha! So~ what was the deal with those dogs? You never taught me they could be that vicious and strong” Giga replied glancing back at the oak trunk now torn with deep cuts and bleeding sap.
“...I fear those weren't ordinary dogs, and if my hunch is correct. It could be the work of a very dangerous individual” Dr. Feathers said.
“D-dangerous? Who?” Giga gasped.
“A man by the name of Incubus, you should stay away from him as soon as much as you can” Dr. Feathers explained.
“Is it because he's not a doctor like you?” Giga asked.
“Well~ technically he is, but he lost his license when he was caught creating a breed of venomous animals disguised as everyday house pets...claimed it was a matter of national security that we needed a venomous gerbil” Dr. Feathers said.
Meanwhile...
“I get the feeling the doctor is catching on to my return, I mean who else would send spliced up ravenous dogs to attack a rival of science?” Incubus sighed as he began to sober up. “(I'll have to act fast, no time to discover his secret on my own, I'm gonna have to steal the idea myself, hell people steal music online all the time, so it shouldn't be a big deal” Incubus thought to himself as his smile returned and a new plan was forged.
Gorepit The Unquestionable: Lizardman/Salamander
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“So this is their base right? Tell me this is the right base” an impatient voice groaned under her breath.
“This time I'm certain it is, but really it's your fault for charging without my go-ahead to begin with” a second voice scolded rather sternly.
“Who cares about all that! Anyways these guys look pretty serious so I say this is definitely the one!” the first voice started getting excited.
“You may be right...very well then, you cause a ruckus and lure their leader out, and I'll swoop in and assault him while you keep his goons off me” the second voice planned.
“Why do I have fight all the small-fries! This guy sounds like a good promising fight!” The first one argued.
“Because, you're better at being loud and obnoxious” the second voice reminded.
“Oh yeah...hey~!” The first voice recalled before pausing and feeling insulted.
“Okay break!” The second one quickly stated before pushing her partner out of their hiding spot and towards the camp.
“Gah-damn it-Hey numbskulls! I shall now inflict pain on you!” She cried out as the flames of the nearby torches illuminated her and revealing herself to the bandits.
Her hair was done in a long and messy ponytail from lack of brushing, and the color of sand with only a single green and torn ribbon keeping it in place. On her forehead was a similar green headband keeping her hair in check and away from her sharp, yellow reptilian eyes staring out at the crowd of moving targets. Her clothing choice was kept simple, a single lime-green leotard with scaly green armor on her shoulders, breastplate, and scale plates on her waist acting as a makeshift skirt.
If her eyes weren't enough evidence to suggest she wasn't in the same race her draconic arms, and legs, clad in scale armor reaching her elbows and knees with razor sharp claws. A long scaly tail swished and swayed as she felt a rush of excitement typically only felt in combat. If they weren't intimidating enough her long-sword would. A double edged blade with sharpness to cut wood, and girth to smash rocks to rubble, she wields it with both hands and with confidence as she gives the bandits a good smirk and rushes forth.
She doesn't so much as reflect the strikes the enemy triy at her, but rather swing back so hard that her bandits get propelled several feet by the sheer force of her retaliation. Using her long sword and shoulder she turned herself into a battering ram and destroyed a table containing food and stolen goods.
More soldiers attempt to take her down, but they don't focus on her tail to which she uses with great skill, slapping away at them with the force of a blunt instrument striking their heads and bodies.
“Whoo! Come on boys, I can do this all day!” She cried out as she rushed and circled the campsite destroying everything in her path with reckless abandon.
As more bandits rushed toward her only to be smacked and punched around the noise had disturbed their leader from his slumber. Hearing the cries of his fallen men didn't sway him very much, but the thought of losing his precious wealth and reputation for such disrespect was more valuable to him than anything. Grabbing his war-hammer, a thick stone slab tied to what might as well be a trunk from a young tree he stepped out of his tent and gardened at the sight.
What was once a makeshift base of organized tents, tables, and soldiers were all gone as if a mighty twister swooped in and terrorized the land ravaging everything. Several of the torches lit the fallen tents on fire as he spies more than a handful of his fallen men on the ground too injured or unconscious to move.
“My base~!” The leader roared drawing the attention of everyone, including the assailants.
He wore a thick fur scarf and was clad in hard leather and chain-mail barely keeping his fat and muscles contained in all of his seven feet mass. His hair matted and black, his skin tanned and scared with black heartless eyes, and thick hairy knuckled hands carrying his weapon of choice. The men still able to speak chanted his name as their chosen savior and guy who pays them arose to defeat their destroyer.
“My turn” the second voice murmured to herself as she rushed towards her opponent.
'Gorepit the Unquestionable has appeared!'
“Gorepit! Gorepit! Gorepit!” His injured and fallen soldiers cheered unable to do anything else.
“Alright! Bounty is here, let's have some fun and get paid!” The Lizardman cried out rushing at him.
Gorepit spots her and swings his mighty hammer at her, the slow lumbering force easy enough for her to dodge, but a surprise boot stopped her mid-swing hitting her blade and sending her sliding back several feet.
“Huh! Guy's got a brain under all that muscle!” She cried out feeling excited.
“Allow me!” A second voice appeared through the burning rubble and facing Gorepit.
Despite the height difference she stood as tall as she could with strict iron will, and courage her long dark-red hair done in a more brushed and composed ponytail with a cleaner looking red ribbon and head-band keeping her hair in place. Her eyes the same sharp reptilian eyes as her comrade with a similar albeit red leotard and armor. Her tail however differed as it burned hot red with ember and smoldering fire.
She unsheathed her sword, a thinner, lighter blade with a sharpness rivaled by none, with a long history of slicing that which was thought impossible. A sword demanding respect and precision lest it backfires on the holder. She wields it effortlessly as if wielding the air itself and lunges at Gorepit keeping her body low to the ground.
Gorepit was ready to swing his hammer low swooping it in an arc, but was surpised to see her spring up and over his head as her blade was ready to strike at his neck.
Gorepit acting quickly crouched and pushed the sword away with his armored gauntlet, but the sheer sharpness and durability of her blade caused it to slice through the thick leather and slash at his forearm.
“Over here ugly!” the Lizardman cried out.
Turning just in time to deflect her swing his hand tremble as vibrations ring at his muscle but the Lizardman does not stop. Rushing him with blow after until her blade made a deep enough cut to get stuck in Gorepit's wooden handle.
“Not again!-whoa!” she cried as she ducked a swing and retreated back, yanking the sword and prepping herself for another rush.
“We shall see how strong he really is without his weapon!” The Salamander declared moving swiftly.
Taking aim at the deep gash left behind by her companion's blade she swung with near blinding speed slicing in one swoop before ending up several feet forward.
Gorepit's handle now properly sliced off, as well as the lower half of his garment.
“Hah! I knew he was wielding that giant thing 'cause he was compensating for something else!” The Lizardman laughed.
Gorepit roared and threw his hammer at the Lizardman who swung it right back at him like a ball hitting a bat. The heavy stone smashed his knee and as he knelt down the Salamander was right on top of him, and with a quick jab on the back of the head with her hilt, the man crumbled to the ground unconscious.
As the bandits gasped and cried out in shock at the fall of their leader, several more soldiers rushed out of the woods and started rushing and arresting the now surrendered criminals. Gorepit himself was quickly detained by three men as the two warrior maidens retreated back with their job done.
“Only a few hits again, what a disappointment” the Salamander sighed.
“Yeah, talk about a misleading name, I thought for sure he was gonna be more fun!” The Lizardman replied crossing her arms behind her head.
“Good job you two!” A man called out to them.
A laid-back sort of man who cares more for his guild than his looks as he appeared to have lived outdoors for at least a week with messy soft-brown hair slowly graying on the sides, and soft brown eyes that have seen many a year go by.
His tall almost lanky figure had aged to near forties and he was close to reaching his fifties, He was dressed in a green hooded cape, leather vest and dark brown leather slacks with black boots. While he does have a name most people recognize him as 'The Chief' considering his past as a royal guard he retired from to form his own guild.
“Oh chief! Yup, told you it was no problem. Didn't even break a sweat!” The Lizardman replied.
“That's something considering he was one of the toughest bandits this side of the lands” the Chief replied.
“False information I presume, I can only guess his targets were the weak. It was a privilege to remove this land of such a pathetic scum” the Salamander murmured as she inspected her blade.
“Yeah, still that hammer of his was kinda cool. Too bad he wasn't open to some pointers, I could have shown him a better posture to swing that thing” the Lizardman said.
“He wouldn't deserve it, I can't forgive anyone who wastes my time like this, I'm heading back to town” the Salamander replied.
“H-hey wait Ember! The reward, I just happen to have it right here” the Chief replied.
“Oh yeah! Cash! Come on, let's treat ourselves to some booze, the night is still young after all! We can still have some fun with a drink or two” the Lizardman cheered.
“You can enjoy that time drinking Lin, I'm going to bathe in the hot-springs for a bit, and try to forget this day ever happened” Ember replied walking away.
A little over an hour pass, and upon returning to the town they had settled; Ember went on a trip to a private hot springs resort exclusively for the guild members as a thank-you from the newly built town for protecting them from dangers.
While not the most extravagant of locales, it was pleasant enough to relax after a hard days work. Draped in nothing, but her white towel Ember slowly walk into the hot outdoor pool. Her tail steaming and bubbling under the water increasing the temperature just slightly more to fit her needs. She sits her lithe body on the edge of the pool with the water now just above her chest as she gazes at the stars. Twinkling and unchanging since the last time she view them last night.
“...Unchanging, just like my life...” Ember sighed before the sound of the door opening and closing caught her ears.
She saw her sister Lin had finally returned and struggling to remove her leotard before wrapping her curvaceous body in her own towel and carrying two small cups, and a large glass.
“It ain't Oni sake but the guy promised it'll kick like a mule! Drink up sis!” Lin offered sitting next to her and filling her cup with alcohol.
“I told you I'm not-*sigh~* very well” Ember said.
“Aw~ don't act all high and mighty, the second we were of age you wanted to drink this stuff more than me! Hah! You got so excited and red, and you puked all over-” Lin began.
“Don't remind me-ugh! I am so glad nobody else remembered that night, and besides it's not like you were in control yourself. Dancing and parading around with barely any clothes as you took a swig straight from the bottle. Show some respect after everything he did for us for crying out loud!” Ember said.
“Hey! He did say to enjoy our lives...among other things” Lin replied.
“Please tell me you didn't forget your lessons?” Ember replied.
“Aw~ come on, I'm just kidding around...and besides I know what's really got your leotard in a bunch...another lame fight huh?” Lin said.
“...They did say it would be lonely at the top, Is this really the best we'll ever face besides our master?” Ember said.
“Yeah, but don't you think that would make our real fight that much more exciting! It's a big world out there sis, I'm sure we're missing out on the fight of our lives, we just gotta find it! Come on, you know what they say; 'the hungrier you are, the better it tastes?'” Lin replied.
“*Giggle*-I think it's a little more than that, but you have a fair point Lin...you know, sometimes I wonder what he will think about us now...we haven't seen him in years” Ember said.
“I'm sure if we did see him he'll be all happy...then promptly beat us to a pulp since it's not like he doesn't train as much as we do” Lin said.
“...I suppose so...” Ember was quiet.
“...Do you miss him?” Lin asked.
“Always, but I also can't forget his last words...we can't be strong if we continue to face off against small folk like this” Ember said.
“You're right, I feel like we'll be letting him down if this is the best we can do. We really need to find someone tougher” Lin said.
“I'm starting to doubt we ever will but...tomorrow we'll go back to the guild and look for another quest” Ember declared.
“Sounds good, I'll be right beside you then, but for now, I need your help with my quest to drain this bottle by sacrificing our livers and drinking it dry” Lin smiled as she swished the bottle of booze on her hand.
“...Very well...you know it's times like these I wish they allowed us to bring food to the springs. This could have gone well with some roast” Ember replied sipping on her share.
“More food huh? Good for you! Maybe with a little more meat on you, you can finally grow into a breastplate bigger than your head!” Lin laughed.
Ember flinched, and clasped at her breasts though even if her hands were smaller and human, there wouldn't be more than a handful to grab.
“F-for your information this body suits my fighting style perfectly! And as for you, I'd suggest cutting back on the liquor and meat because your breasts and butt make for 'huge~' targets!” Ember exclaimed.
“Oh now you've done it! Come here!” Lin exclaimed jumping on her sister.
The two wrestled and bathed in the springs until they were both too exhausted to do nothing more than return home and sleep the drink off their system.
“This time I'm certain it is, but really it's your fault for charging without my go-ahead to begin with” a second voice scolded rather sternly.
“Who cares about all that! Anyways these guys look pretty serious so I say this is definitely the one!” the first voice started getting excited.
“You may be right...very well then, you cause a ruckus and lure their leader out, and I'll swoop in and assault him while you keep his goons off me” the second voice planned.
“Why do I have fight all the small-fries! This guy sounds like a good promising fight!” The first one argued.
“Because, you're better at being loud and obnoxious” the second voice reminded.
“Oh yeah...hey~!” The first voice recalled before pausing and feeling insulted.
“Okay break!” The second one quickly stated before pushing her partner out of their hiding spot and towards the camp.
“Gah-damn it-Hey numbskulls! I shall now inflict pain on you!” She cried out as the flames of the nearby torches illuminated her and revealing herself to the bandits.
Her hair was done in a long and messy ponytail from lack of brushing, and the color of sand with only a single green and torn ribbon keeping it in place. On her forehead was a similar green headband keeping her hair in check and away from her sharp, yellow reptilian eyes staring out at the crowd of moving targets. Her clothing choice was kept simple, a single lime-green leotard with scaly green armor on her shoulders, breastplate, and scale plates on her waist acting as a makeshift skirt.
If her eyes weren't enough evidence to suggest she wasn't in the same race her draconic arms, and legs, clad in scale armor reaching her elbows and knees with razor sharp claws. A long scaly tail swished and swayed as she felt a rush of excitement typically only felt in combat. If they weren't intimidating enough her long-sword would. A double edged blade with sharpness to cut wood, and girth to smash rocks to rubble, she wields it with both hands and with confidence as she gives the bandits a good smirk and rushes forth.
She doesn't so much as reflect the strikes the enemy triy at her, but rather swing back so hard that her bandits get propelled several feet by the sheer force of her retaliation. Using her long sword and shoulder she turned herself into a battering ram and destroyed a table containing food and stolen goods.
More soldiers attempt to take her down, but they don't focus on her tail to which she uses with great skill, slapping away at them with the force of a blunt instrument striking their heads and bodies.
“Whoo! Come on boys, I can do this all day!” She cried out as she rushed and circled the campsite destroying everything in her path with reckless abandon.
As more bandits rushed toward her only to be smacked and punched around the noise had disturbed their leader from his slumber. Hearing the cries of his fallen men didn't sway him very much, but the thought of losing his precious wealth and reputation for such disrespect was more valuable to him than anything. Grabbing his war-hammer, a thick stone slab tied to what might as well be a trunk from a young tree he stepped out of his tent and gardened at the sight.
What was once a makeshift base of organized tents, tables, and soldiers were all gone as if a mighty twister swooped in and terrorized the land ravaging everything. Several of the torches lit the fallen tents on fire as he spies more than a handful of his fallen men on the ground too injured or unconscious to move.
“My base~!” The leader roared drawing the attention of everyone, including the assailants.
He wore a thick fur scarf and was clad in hard leather and chain-mail barely keeping his fat and muscles contained in all of his seven feet mass. His hair matted and black, his skin tanned and scared with black heartless eyes, and thick hairy knuckled hands carrying his weapon of choice. The men still able to speak chanted his name as their chosen savior and guy who pays them arose to defeat their destroyer.
“My turn” the second voice murmured to herself as she rushed towards her opponent.
'Gorepit the Unquestionable has appeared!'
“Gorepit! Gorepit! Gorepit!” His injured and fallen soldiers cheered unable to do anything else.
“Alright! Bounty is here, let's have some fun and get paid!” The Lizardman cried out rushing at him.
Gorepit spots her and swings his mighty hammer at her, the slow lumbering force easy enough for her to dodge, but a surprise boot stopped her mid-swing hitting her blade and sending her sliding back several feet.
“Huh! Guy's got a brain under all that muscle!” She cried out feeling excited.
“Allow me!” A second voice appeared through the burning rubble and facing Gorepit.
Despite the height difference she stood as tall as she could with strict iron will, and courage her long dark-red hair done in a more brushed and composed ponytail with a cleaner looking red ribbon and head-band keeping her hair in place. Her eyes the same sharp reptilian eyes as her comrade with a similar albeit red leotard and armor. Her tail however differed as it burned hot red with ember and smoldering fire.
She unsheathed her sword, a thinner, lighter blade with a sharpness rivaled by none, with a long history of slicing that which was thought impossible. A sword demanding respect and precision lest it backfires on the holder. She wields it effortlessly as if wielding the air itself and lunges at Gorepit keeping her body low to the ground.
Gorepit was ready to swing his hammer low swooping it in an arc, but was surpised to see her spring up and over his head as her blade was ready to strike at his neck.
Gorepit acting quickly crouched and pushed the sword away with his armored gauntlet, but the sheer sharpness and durability of her blade caused it to slice through the thick leather and slash at his forearm.
“Over here ugly!” the Lizardman cried out.
Turning just in time to deflect her swing his hand tremble as vibrations ring at his muscle but the Lizardman does not stop. Rushing him with blow after until her blade made a deep enough cut to get stuck in Gorepit's wooden handle.
“Not again!-whoa!” she cried as she ducked a swing and retreated back, yanking the sword and prepping herself for another rush.
“We shall see how strong he really is without his weapon!” The Salamander declared moving swiftly.
Taking aim at the deep gash left behind by her companion's blade she swung with near blinding speed slicing in one swoop before ending up several feet forward.
Gorepit's handle now properly sliced off, as well as the lower half of his garment.
“Hah! I knew he was wielding that giant thing 'cause he was compensating for something else!” The Lizardman laughed.
Gorepit roared and threw his hammer at the Lizardman who swung it right back at him like a ball hitting a bat. The heavy stone smashed his knee and as he knelt down the Salamander was right on top of him, and with a quick jab on the back of the head with her hilt, the man crumbled to the ground unconscious.
As the bandits gasped and cried out in shock at the fall of their leader, several more soldiers rushed out of the woods and started rushing and arresting the now surrendered criminals. Gorepit himself was quickly detained by three men as the two warrior maidens retreated back with their job done.
“Only a few hits again, what a disappointment” the Salamander sighed.
“Yeah, talk about a misleading name, I thought for sure he was gonna be more fun!” The Lizardman replied crossing her arms behind her head.
“Good job you two!” A man called out to them.
A laid-back sort of man who cares more for his guild than his looks as he appeared to have lived outdoors for at least a week with messy soft-brown hair slowly graying on the sides, and soft brown eyes that have seen many a year go by.
His tall almost lanky figure had aged to near forties and he was close to reaching his fifties, He was dressed in a green hooded cape, leather vest and dark brown leather slacks with black boots. While he does have a name most people recognize him as 'The Chief' considering his past as a royal guard he retired from to form his own guild.
“Oh chief! Yup, told you it was no problem. Didn't even break a sweat!” The Lizardman replied.
“That's something considering he was one of the toughest bandits this side of the lands” the Chief replied.
“False information I presume, I can only guess his targets were the weak. It was a privilege to remove this land of such a pathetic scum” the Salamander murmured as she inspected her blade.
“Yeah, still that hammer of his was kinda cool. Too bad he wasn't open to some pointers, I could have shown him a better posture to swing that thing” the Lizardman said.
“He wouldn't deserve it, I can't forgive anyone who wastes my time like this, I'm heading back to town” the Salamander replied.
“H-hey wait Ember! The reward, I just happen to have it right here” the Chief replied.
“Oh yeah! Cash! Come on, let's treat ourselves to some booze, the night is still young after all! We can still have some fun with a drink or two” the Lizardman cheered.
“You can enjoy that time drinking Lin, I'm going to bathe in the hot-springs for a bit, and try to forget this day ever happened” Ember replied walking away.
A little over an hour pass, and upon returning to the town they had settled; Ember went on a trip to a private hot springs resort exclusively for the guild members as a thank-you from the newly built town for protecting them from dangers.
While not the most extravagant of locales, it was pleasant enough to relax after a hard days work. Draped in nothing, but her white towel Ember slowly walk into the hot outdoor pool. Her tail steaming and bubbling under the water increasing the temperature just slightly more to fit her needs. She sits her lithe body on the edge of the pool with the water now just above her chest as she gazes at the stars. Twinkling and unchanging since the last time she view them last night.
“...Unchanging, just like my life...” Ember sighed before the sound of the door opening and closing caught her ears.
She saw her sister Lin had finally returned and struggling to remove her leotard before wrapping her curvaceous body in her own towel and carrying two small cups, and a large glass.
“It ain't Oni sake but the guy promised it'll kick like a mule! Drink up sis!” Lin offered sitting next to her and filling her cup with alcohol.
“I told you I'm not-*sigh~* very well” Ember said.
“Aw~ don't act all high and mighty, the second we were of age you wanted to drink this stuff more than me! Hah! You got so excited and red, and you puked all over-” Lin began.
“Don't remind me-ugh! I am so glad nobody else remembered that night, and besides it's not like you were in control yourself. Dancing and parading around with barely any clothes as you took a swig straight from the bottle. Show some respect after everything he did for us for crying out loud!” Ember said.
“Hey! He did say to enjoy our lives...among other things” Lin replied.
“Please tell me you didn't forget your lessons?” Ember replied.
“Aw~ come on, I'm just kidding around...and besides I know what's really got your leotard in a bunch...another lame fight huh?” Lin said.
“...They did say it would be lonely at the top, Is this really the best we'll ever face besides our master?” Ember said.
“Yeah, but don't you think that would make our real fight that much more exciting! It's a big world out there sis, I'm sure we're missing out on the fight of our lives, we just gotta find it! Come on, you know what they say; 'the hungrier you are, the better it tastes?'” Lin replied.
“*Giggle*-I think it's a little more than that, but you have a fair point Lin...you know, sometimes I wonder what he will think about us now...we haven't seen him in years” Ember said.
“I'm sure if we did see him he'll be all happy...then promptly beat us to a pulp since it's not like he doesn't train as much as we do” Lin said.
“...I suppose so...” Ember was quiet.
“...Do you miss him?” Lin asked.
“Always, but I also can't forget his last words...we can't be strong if we continue to face off against small folk like this” Ember said.
“You're right, I feel like we'll be letting him down if this is the best we can do. We really need to find someone tougher” Lin said.
“I'm starting to doubt we ever will but...tomorrow we'll go back to the guild and look for another quest” Ember declared.
“Sounds good, I'll be right beside you then, but for now, I need your help with my quest to drain this bottle by sacrificing our livers and drinking it dry” Lin smiled as she swished the bottle of booze on her hand.
“...Very well...you know it's times like these I wish they allowed us to bring food to the springs. This could have gone well with some roast” Ember replied sipping on her share.
“More food huh? Good for you! Maybe with a little more meat on you, you can finally grow into a breastplate bigger than your head!” Lin laughed.
Ember flinched, and clasped at her breasts though even if her hands were smaller and human, there wouldn't be more than a handful to grab.
“F-for your information this body suits my fighting style perfectly! And as for you, I'd suggest cutting back on the liquor and meat because your breasts and butt make for 'huge~' targets!” Ember exclaimed.
“Oh now you've done it! Come here!” Lin exclaimed jumping on her sister.
The two wrestled and bathed in the springs until they were both too exhausted to do nothing more than return home and sleep the drink off their system.
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“Well if you're certain about this, there's a caravan leaving town shortly, I suggest you take it, and see where it takes you” the Chief said.
“Thanks chief...for everything” Ember replied thanking her old employer.
“Yeah we're sure about this, and thanks for giving us a chance, we won't forget your kindness...and the free drinks” Lin smiled.
“Anytime, but who said those drinks were free? You're on a tab Lin, and I expect you to pay me back so don't go dying out there. I'll drag you back from hell or high water if I have to” the chief replied with a smirk.
“Hehe, you got it chief! We'll be back in a bit don't you worry!” Lin replied with a thumbs up.
“I take it you can handle things from here in our absences?” Ember asked.
“Don't underestimate us Ember, we're pretty tough ourselves; we'll keep the people safe while you take your trip-oh! And bring something back would ya? I dare you to bring me something I haven't seen before” The chief asked.
“Challenge accepted old man! I'm gonna blow your mind-count on it!” Lin replied.
“We should hurry before the caravan leaves without us Ember, until next time chief” Ember said.
“Aw~ come on, group hug? Just to make this old geezer feel a little better seeing his best fighters growing up?” The chief asked.
Lin didn't waste anytime squeezing him, and yanking her sister to force her to do the same. Ember sighed, but gave a brief smile as she put an arm around her good friend and guild leader before they went their separate ways.
The girls took to a cart the chief had reserved for them ahead of time, and they left their old town in search of new sights, adventures and challenges.
“Hm~ I'm gonna miss the hot springs...hope we find some along the way” Lin said watching the town shrink in the distance.
“It's for the best Lin, it's what he would have wanted for us” Ember reminded her.
“Right-right...but I'm still gonna miss the place” Lin grinned as the last speck of the tallest buildings in their old town now vanished.
The girls decided that it would be for the best if they left their old home entirely to venture out into the world and seek out their own adventures and opponents.
“It's long overdue in my opinion, we should have left sooner” Ember said.
“Well we couldn't leave them hanging, plus you're the one that wanted to stay and keep training. But man am I excited about this!” Lin replied almost shaking in her seat.
The cart took them miles and miles away the field of green and small forests now new and foreign to them.
Suddenly the cart stopped along a fork in the word, a very distinct split in the path. The left was green with the forest lush and healthy...the right had dead, brown grass, and not a single leaf on the trees.
“Eh? Something wrong?” Lin asked the driver.
“Nothing, the horses are a little anxious is all, I just need to pull them in the right path...to the left” the driver explained.
“Do you smell it Lin?” Ember asked.
“Yeah, faint, but it's there” Lin murmured.
“What's there?” The driver asked.
“Death...” Ember replied gripping her blade and jumping off the wagon with her sister doing the same.
“H-hey wait, we're not at our destination yet-*oomph*!” The driver called out before a small sack of gold was tossed at him.
“Thanks for the trip, keep the change” Ember replied following her sister.
The cobblestone path grew less and less stable until only flat stones laid in a messy line were left.
“This doesn't look, or smell natural” Lin noticed.
“I agree, granted the smell is very faint, as if something came and went a long time ago...look in the distance I see buildings” Ember pointed out.
“But where are the people...?” Lin added as they got closer.
Now walking to what should have been a busy street, the warriors find the streets empty, the stone and wood buildings of homes and business were left abandoned with several items and food either left to rot, or get coated in dust.
“Hello~! Anyone here!” Lin called out.
Dead silence...
“Lin, I don't think that would do any good, look over there, I see a castle, perhaps we can find some clues there” Ember pointed out.
“This is bothering the hell out of me now...can you smell it sis? Something else is caught in the wind!” Lin was starting to grow impatient.
“Yes, blood, and lot's of it...something happened, we must hurry” Ember said.
As the got closer to the castle, the empty buildings looming over the girls ceased, and they found themselves in an empty field overlooking the castle, dead flowers that use to be a garden bed were now dry, and a dark brown, a fountain now reduced to near rubble that they could barely identify as a sculpture of a falcon lay in ruin, the water long dried out.
“Maybe this use to be a park...” Ember said.
“*Gasp*! O-or a graveyard-look!” Lin said staring to her left.
Several crosses tied with sticks aligned the field, a poor man's burial for so many, but what was more shocking was the lone man they spotted as he finished tapping the ground of a grave he had just completed.
“You! Grave-keeper! What is the meaning of this!?” Ember called out.
The old man had ragged gray hair, and beard coated in dirt. His face was aged and scarred, and he wore a fur coat and robe. He stood up with surprising height reaching just under seven feet, and strong features for an old man.
“Grave-keeper? I suppose that is a more fitting title for me these days” he spoke with a ragged tired tone.
“Are all these really...” Lin began.
“Occupied? Yes, and my job still isn't complete...” the man murmured gripping his shovel and dragging it as he headed towards the castle.
“Wait! If you are heading towards the castle let us follow you. We have some questions we wish to ask” Ember said.
“Do as you wish, it won't do any of us any good anyways” the man replied not turning back.
The girls followed him until they entered the main hall. The ceiling high, but the building empty save for a few broken furniture, and weapons.
“It looks as if an epic battle took place here” Lin mused.
“Not a battle...a slaughter” the old man corrected her.
“That's far enough, please we want answers what has happened here?” Ember asked.
The old man continued gazing forward, and the girls glanced at his direction and saw an empty throne with a scepter made of gold and metal resting along side it. The scepter resembled a trident more than anything with three golden prongs, and a pointed end.
“...this kingdom was once full of life...” the man began. “We kept mostly to ourselves with a bountiful yearly harvest and trade with merchants who flocked to our kingdom to share in our wealth and prosperity...” the man continued.
He continued walking, grabbing the scepter and staring deeply into it.
“We had no use for walls or defenses, our soldiers were strong, proud, and loyal to the crown and people. We were undefeated in battle however large the armies may have been...but one faithful day it all changed” The man gripped the scepter tightly in his hands.
“What changed?” Ember asked.
A green mist had swept across the land, engulfing the kingdom in a fog of poison! The people quickly got infected, several vomiting where they stood, others coughing up blood...the infants, and toddlers...they died in their mothers arms...” the man visibly shook as he continued. “As the land began to rot, an opposing army cloaked in black and masked came next decimating the armed soldiers who grew weak from the poison...they never stood a chance, but it wasn't enough for them!” The old man grew louder, his sobbing now evident as he refused to turn towards the girls listening to his story.
“They came for the townspeople next! Before they can mourn their losses, they were killed, men having their throats cut in front of their family while the women and children struggling to breath were taken soon after to be enslaved! Our treasures and livelihood stolen, until only the king remained and left for dead!” He cried out.
“No honor at all...” Ember grumbled as her fists shook.
“I survived the poison and their attack, but awoke to a massacre long over...I buried both family and friends, soldiers I fought alongside, and their children and wives...I buried everyone I cared fondly for all these years...and now here I stand” the old man finally turned to the girls, his tears dried out and looking on with sharp, and wise blue eyes.
“I am the King of this fallen kingdom! King Herald!”
Herald The King Of None has appeared!
He walked slowly towards the girls with scepter on hand, and sharp eyes.
“What are you doing? Stand down, we're not your enemy” Ember replied as King Herald.
“You're not...but you are warriors and that is enough for me” Herald declared.
Ember unsheathed her sword just in time to block King Herald's scepter, but her blade got caught on the prongs and the King was quick to take advantage of this. Twisting his spear leaving Ember open to his fist striking her across her cheek and pushing her back.
“Do not take me as some old fool...I was not crown because of royal blood or lineage, but through my countless battles and victories. Now face me warriors! With everything you have!” King Herald bellowed.
“At least tell us why before we kick your ass!” Lin exclaimed gripping her broadsword rather tightly.
“...Travelers have come and gone, but none knew of my identity...” King Herald began.
“So why tell us!? What did we do to you?” Lin demanded to know.
“It is not what you did, but who you are. I can tell blades of your caliber do not belong to some amateur. I ask for a simple request from you skilled battle-maidens...I wish you two to honor me with a warrior's death. Grant me the end that was denied to my soldiers and let us be rid of this fallen kingdom once and for all!” King Herald demanded.
“You're crazy! We're not gonna grant your death-wish!” Lin exclaimed.
“Then I'll make sure you have no choice!” King Herald declared shifting his attention to Lin.
He stabbed at Lin her sword to wide fork, he swiped left and Lin blocked in kind, giving Ember an opening to slash across, but Herald was quick to react using the metal rod and his strength to deflect her blade, the metal on metal contact creating a spark just before Herald jumped back from Lin's second swing.
“This is more than just a death-wish Lin, this is about honor” Ember realized.
“She is right, our honor was stolen from us, but if just two people witness my combat prowess, and if I am to be struck down, then our legacy as the greatest warriors will be told. I will not make this easy, I will fight until the last breath, until the last drop of blood, such our creed, the creed that was desecrated by cowards! Now fight!” King Herald declared.
Turning back to Ember he flipped his spear to the single sharp tip and began to thrust with speed and accuracy.
Ember's limber, and petite body serving her well, and her focus sharp as ever, moving swiftly left and right. At one point his spear was dead on her center, and in a move of sheer luck, and training, Ember moved her blade narrowly bouncing the spear to the left.
Lin caught it mid swing, and yanking both the spear and Herald who refused to let go, and tossed him several feet and crashing onto a wooden chair.
He struggled to stand, but the worse he felt was a slight cut on his forehead.
“Yes, this is it! This is a battle truly worth dying for...it's been too long!” King Herald exclaimed charging once more.
“What's the plan? Sis we can't keep bouncing him around like this!” Lin exclaimed.
Using the length of his spear to his advantage he resorted to thrusts keeping Lin at a distance she cannot retaliate from.
“We strike together! He can't take on both of us!” Ember replied charging in.
“Age hasn't slowed me down since! It's only made me more determined!” King Herald exclaimed.
Clash of metal rang faster and faster, King Herald proving his claim by keeping up with Ember's speed, and enduring Lin's strength. Tactfully Herald would deflect Lin's force catapulting himself backwards to keep the distance.
Ember rushing low with blade forward for a quick thrust, but King Herald was already prepared for her, lunging at her.
Ember retaliated at the last second sliding low the spear cutting at her shoulder pad, and pushed her blade forward.
Contact made at last, but the force of being struck by his spear pushed her back, but not enough to stop her completely. The tip of her blade piercing King Herald's side.
“There! That's enough, stand down!” Ember declared.
“Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time, this is a battle to the end. I will not be satisfied with simply this” King Herald said lifting his spear, ready to stab at Ember still on the floor.
“Stop being stupid!” Lin cried out charging once more and tackling to keep him off her sister.
King Herald must have be magnetically tied to wooden chairs, or perhaps Lin was doing this on purpose as he once again crashed against one.
“Is it so wrong to pass on with dignity? After burying my kingdom is it so wrong to join my people in the afterlife? I just wish to rest...I'm tired...” King Herald murmured.
He stood once more with fervor, and fire lunging at the two with reckless abandon. He started with a downward swing pushing Ember's blade down, the trident stabbed deep into the floor keeping Ember's blade stuck.
And with a slight of hand King Herald unsheathed a blade hidden on his belt and used it to mitigate Lin's blade mid-swing and tackled her back, the two crashing on the floor. King Herald's blade was punched out of his hands by Lin still retaliating, and the two devolved into a fist-fight on the ground until Ember was able to yank him off.
“We're done here 'King'” Ember replied blade close to his throat.
“...I suppose I underestimated you...yet another failure...do it, claim your victory” King Herald accepted his defeat.
“And what use is that to your land? This won't restore your honor! It will only make it cease to exist!” Ember declared.
“Yeah! The thing about lost honor is that you can always bring it back! But when you're dead there's nothing you can do!” Lin cried out.
“Look around you! This kingdom is already dead!” King Herald declared.
“No it's not! You're still here aren't you 'King'! You're the only thing standing in the way of life and death for your land!” Ember assured.
“Even if you were just a measly peasant, so long as you truly believed in your home, your land! You can bring anything back. Your soldiers didn't die to see their kingdom fall! They would want their king to remain strong even through the worst of times!” Lin said.
“And you can start by avenging them! For all the talk of being defeated I haven't heard a single trace of justice being dispensed against the cowards who did this to you. Have you considered the damage they could inflict onto others? Would you really wish this fate on anyone else?” Ember demanded to know.
The King was silent taking their words in. Stabbing harder than blades ever could. So much so that his will to fight had stopped, and his gaze was far and deep in thought.
“...I couldn't move on...everyday doing the same thing...not a trace of hope to be found...” King Herald said.
“You are the hope 'King Herald', for others who are too weak to fend for themselves. Your courage, and strength will still be needed in this world...I just know it” Ember assured.
“Yeah, you have skills we haven't seen in a while. It'll be a shame to have them wasted like this” Lin said.
“...Perhaps it was your words, or this bitter sting of this stab wound...but your reasoning is sound, I will remain among the living” King Herald said.
“Good! In the meantime, we can help you finish what you started and bury what's left” Ember said.
“Do not trouble yourself with such a task, it is my burden” King Herald said.
“Not until you stop the bleeding” Ember reminded unsheathing her sword.
The workload was easy, but was utterly depressing. Luckily the combined effort of both sisters made the job easier until King Herald returned from healing his wounds and saw the completed grave-site just as the sun was setting.
“...I thank you girls, for snapping me out of my foolish decree. But I have much to think about” King Herald said.
“Will you be alright on your own like this?” Lin asked.
“I will be fine, I have a small garden I kept alive to sustain me, and I will once again begin hunting to train myself once more...I recall being much more fiercer in my glory days” King Herald said.
“Good, me and Lin have to leave and continue our own journey” Ember began.
“So I suppose this is farewell until we meet again” Lin said.
“I understand, you have your own path to follow. I will not prolong you anymore” King Herald said turning to the graveyard once more.
“...If you don't mind, can you give us a tip where we may find a suitable challenge to face?” Ember asked.
“You are looking for a challenge?” King Herald asked.
“Yeah! Someone who can put a spark in our spirit...in my sister's case a literal spark” Lin explained.
“Hm~ Across a vast ocean to the west...the tallest peaks from the north, the farthest oceans in the south, and the most exotic lands in the east...take your pick” King Herald advised.
“Thank you for your wisdom...until we meet again” Ember replied.
With that the girls set out in a direction to fulfill their personal quest leaving the king alone once more.
Night approached and King Herald remained by his fallen until a flickering light caught his eye, and he a small group of children being lead by a teenage girl. They all looked to be in poor shape with hunger written on their faces.
The small group spotted the king and the teenager was quick to plead.
“Please...can you spare any food at all...we've been traveling for over a day with no food or water” she pleaded.
“...Please, follow me, this castle is empty and you are free to rest and eat for the remainder of your stay” King Herald welcomed.
The kids and their guardian were all smiles thanking him profusely as he went to work gathering his food to share with the refugees.
“Thanks chief...for everything” Ember replied thanking her old employer.
“Yeah we're sure about this, and thanks for giving us a chance, we won't forget your kindness...and the free drinks” Lin smiled.
“Anytime, but who said those drinks were free? You're on a tab Lin, and I expect you to pay me back so don't go dying out there. I'll drag you back from hell or high water if I have to” the chief replied with a smirk.
“Hehe, you got it chief! We'll be back in a bit don't you worry!” Lin replied with a thumbs up.
“I take it you can handle things from here in our absences?” Ember asked.
“Don't underestimate us Ember, we're pretty tough ourselves; we'll keep the people safe while you take your trip-oh! And bring something back would ya? I dare you to bring me something I haven't seen before” The chief asked.
“Challenge accepted old man! I'm gonna blow your mind-count on it!” Lin replied.
“We should hurry before the caravan leaves without us Ember, until next time chief” Ember said.
“Aw~ come on, group hug? Just to make this old geezer feel a little better seeing his best fighters growing up?” The chief asked.
Lin didn't waste anytime squeezing him, and yanking her sister to force her to do the same. Ember sighed, but gave a brief smile as she put an arm around her good friend and guild leader before they went their separate ways.
The girls took to a cart the chief had reserved for them ahead of time, and they left their old town in search of new sights, adventures and challenges.
“Hm~ I'm gonna miss the hot springs...hope we find some along the way” Lin said watching the town shrink in the distance.
“It's for the best Lin, it's what he would have wanted for us” Ember reminded her.
“Right-right...but I'm still gonna miss the place” Lin grinned as the last speck of the tallest buildings in their old town now vanished.
The girls decided that it would be for the best if they left their old home entirely to venture out into the world and seek out their own adventures and opponents.
“It's long overdue in my opinion, we should have left sooner” Ember said.
“Well we couldn't leave them hanging, plus you're the one that wanted to stay and keep training. But man am I excited about this!” Lin replied almost shaking in her seat.
The cart took them miles and miles away the field of green and small forests now new and foreign to them.
Suddenly the cart stopped along a fork in the word, a very distinct split in the path. The left was green with the forest lush and healthy...the right had dead, brown grass, and not a single leaf on the trees.
“Eh? Something wrong?” Lin asked the driver.
“Nothing, the horses are a little anxious is all, I just need to pull them in the right path...to the left” the driver explained.
“Do you smell it Lin?” Ember asked.
“Yeah, faint, but it's there” Lin murmured.
“What's there?” The driver asked.
“Death...” Ember replied gripping her blade and jumping off the wagon with her sister doing the same.
“H-hey wait, we're not at our destination yet-*oomph*!” The driver called out before a small sack of gold was tossed at him.
“Thanks for the trip, keep the change” Ember replied following her sister.
The cobblestone path grew less and less stable until only flat stones laid in a messy line were left.
“This doesn't look, or smell natural” Lin noticed.
“I agree, granted the smell is very faint, as if something came and went a long time ago...look in the distance I see buildings” Ember pointed out.
“But where are the people...?” Lin added as they got closer.
Now walking to what should have been a busy street, the warriors find the streets empty, the stone and wood buildings of homes and business were left abandoned with several items and food either left to rot, or get coated in dust.
“Hello~! Anyone here!” Lin called out.
Dead silence...
“Lin, I don't think that would do any good, look over there, I see a castle, perhaps we can find some clues there” Ember pointed out.
“This is bothering the hell out of me now...can you smell it sis? Something else is caught in the wind!” Lin was starting to grow impatient.
“Yes, blood, and lot's of it...something happened, we must hurry” Ember said.
As the got closer to the castle, the empty buildings looming over the girls ceased, and they found themselves in an empty field overlooking the castle, dead flowers that use to be a garden bed were now dry, and a dark brown, a fountain now reduced to near rubble that they could barely identify as a sculpture of a falcon lay in ruin, the water long dried out.
“Maybe this use to be a park...” Ember said.
“*Gasp*! O-or a graveyard-look!” Lin said staring to her left.
Several crosses tied with sticks aligned the field, a poor man's burial for so many, but what was more shocking was the lone man they spotted as he finished tapping the ground of a grave he had just completed.
“You! Grave-keeper! What is the meaning of this!?” Ember called out.
The old man had ragged gray hair, and beard coated in dirt. His face was aged and scarred, and he wore a fur coat and robe. He stood up with surprising height reaching just under seven feet, and strong features for an old man.
“Grave-keeper? I suppose that is a more fitting title for me these days” he spoke with a ragged tired tone.
“Are all these really...” Lin began.
“Occupied? Yes, and my job still isn't complete...” the man murmured gripping his shovel and dragging it as he headed towards the castle.
“Wait! If you are heading towards the castle let us follow you. We have some questions we wish to ask” Ember said.
“Do as you wish, it won't do any of us any good anyways” the man replied not turning back.
The girls followed him until they entered the main hall. The ceiling high, but the building empty save for a few broken furniture, and weapons.
“It looks as if an epic battle took place here” Lin mused.
“Not a battle...a slaughter” the old man corrected her.
“That's far enough, please we want answers what has happened here?” Ember asked.
The old man continued gazing forward, and the girls glanced at his direction and saw an empty throne with a scepter made of gold and metal resting along side it. The scepter resembled a trident more than anything with three golden prongs, and a pointed end.
“...this kingdom was once full of life...” the man began. “We kept mostly to ourselves with a bountiful yearly harvest and trade with merchants who flocked to our kingdom to share in our wealth and prosperity...” the man continued.
He continued walking, grabbing the scepter and staring deeply into it.
“We had no use for walls or defenses, our soldiers were strong, proud, and loyal to the crown and people. We were undefeated in battle however large the armies may have been...but one faithful day it all changed” The man gripped the scepter tightly in his hands.
“What changed?” Ember asked.
A green mist had swept across the land, engulfing the kingdom in a fog of poison! The people quickly got infected, several vomiting where they stood, others coughing up blood...the infants, and toddlers...they died in their mothers arms...” the man visibly shook as he continued. “As the land began to rot, an opposing army cloaked in black and masked came next decimating the armed soldiers who grew weak from the poison...they never stood a chance, but it wasn't enough for them!” The old man grew louder, his sobbing now evident as he refused to turn towards the girls listening to his story.
“They came for the townspeople next! Before they can mourn their losses, they were killed, men having their throats cut in front of their family while the women and children struggling to breath were taken soon after to be enslaved! Our treasures and livelihood stolen, until only the king remained and left for dead!” He cried out.
“No honor at all...” Ember grumbled as her fists shook.
“I survived the poison and their attack, but awoke to a massacre long over...I buried both family and friends, soldiers I fought alongside, and their children and wives...I buried everyone I cared fondly for all these years...and now here I stand” the old man finally turned to the girls, his tears dried out and looking on with sharp, and wise blue eyes.
“I am the King of this fallen kingdom! King Herald!”
Herald The King Of None has appeared!
He walked slowly towards the girls with scepter on hand, and sharp eyes.
“What are you doing? Stand down, we're not your enemy” Ember replied as King Herald.
“You're not...but you are warriors and that is enough for me” Herald declared.
Ember unsheathed her sword just in time to block King Herald's scepter, but her blade got caught on the prongs and the King was quick to take advantage of this. Twisting his spear leaving Ember open to his fist striking her across her cheek and pushing her back.
“Do not take me as some old fool...I was not crown because of royal blood or lineage, but through my countless battles and victories. Now face me warriors! With everything you have!” King Herald bellowed.
“At least tell us why before we kick your ass!” Lin exclaimed gripping her broadsword rather tightly.
“...Travelers have come and gone, but none knew of my identity...” King Herald began.
“So why tell us!? What did we do to you?” Lin demanded to know.
“It is not what you did, but who you are. I can tell blades of your caliber do not belong to some amateur. I ask for a simple request from you skilled battle-maidens...I wish you two to honor me with a warrior's death. Grant me the end that was denied to my soldiers and let us be rid of this fallen kingdom once and for all!” King Herald demanded.
“You're crazy! We're not gonna grant your death-wish!” Lin exclaimed.
“Then I'll make sure you have no choice!” King Herald declared shifting his attention to Lin.
He stabbed at Lin her sword to wide fork, he swiped left and Lin blocked in kind, giving Ember an opening to slash across, but Herald was quick to react using the metal rod and his strength to deflect her blade, the metal on metal contact creating a spark just before Herald jumped back from Lin's second swing.
“This is more than just a death-wish Lin, this is about honor” Ember realized.
“She is right, our honor was stolen from us, but if just two people witness my combat prowess, and if I am to be struck down, then our legacy as the greatest warriors will be told. I will not make this easy, I will fight until the last breath, until the last drop of blood, such our creed, the creed that was desecrated by cowards! Now fight!” King Herald declared.
Turning back to Ember he flipped his spear to the single sharp tip and began to thrust with speed and accuracy.
Ember's limber, and petite body serving her well, and her focus sharp as ever, moving swiftly left and right. At one point his spear was dead on her center, and in a move of sheer luck, and training, Ember moved her blade narrowly bouncing the spear to the left.
Lin caught it mid swing, and yanking both the spear and Herald who refused to let go, and tossed him several feet and crashing onto a wooden chair.
He struggled to stand, but the worse he felt was a slight cut on his forehead.
“Yes, this is it! This is a battle truly worth dying for...it's been too long!” King Herald exclaimed charging once more.
“What's the plan? Sis we can't keep bouncing him around like this!” Lin exclaimed.
Using the length of his spear to his advantage he resorted to thrusts keeping Lin at a distance she cannot retaliate from.
“We strike together! He can't take on both of us!” Ember replied charging in.
“Age hasn't slowed me down since! It's only made me more determined!” King Herald exclaimed.
Clash of metal rang faster and faster, King Herald proving his claim by keeping up with Ember's speed, and enduring Lin's strength. Tactfully Herald would deflect Lin's force catapulting himself backwards to keep the distance.
Ember rushing low with blade forward for a quick thrust, but King Herald was already prepared for her, lunging at her.
Ember retaliated at the last second sliding low the spear cutting at her shoulder pad, and pushed her blade forward.
Contact made at last, but the force of being struck by his spear pushed her back, but not enough to stop her completely. The tip of her blade piercing King Herald's side.
“There! That's enough, stand down!” Ember declared.
“Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time, this is a battle to the end. I will not be satisfied with simply this” King Herald said lifting his spear, ready to stab at Ember still on the floor.
“Stop being stupid!” Lin cried out charging once more and tackling to keep him off her sister.
King Herald must have be magnetically tied to wooden chairs, or perhaps Lin was doing this on purpose as he once again crashed against one.
“Is it so wrong to pass on with dignity? After burying my kingdom is it so wrong to join my people in the afterlife? I just wish to rest...I'm tired...” King Herald murmured.
He stood once more with fervor, and fire lunging at the two with reckless abandon. He started with a downward swing pushing Ember's blade down, the trident stabbed deep into the floor keeping Ember's blade stuck.
And with a slight of hand King Herald unsheathed a blade hidden on his belt and used it to mitigate Lin's blade mid-swing and tackled her back, the two crashing on the floor. King Herald's blade was punched out of his hands by Lin still retaliating, and the two devolved into a fist-fight on the ground until Ember was able to yank him off.
“We're done here 'King'” Ember replied blade close to his throat.
“...I suppose I underestimated you...yet another failure...do it, claim your victory” King Herald accepted his defeat.
“And what use is that to your land? This won't restore your honor! It will only make it cease to exist!” Ember declared.
“Yeah! The thing about lost honor is that you can always bring it back! But when you're dead there's nothing you can do!” Lin cried out.
“Look around you! This kingdom is already dead!” King Herald declared.
“No it's not! You're still here aren't you 'King'! You're the only thing standing in the way of life and death for your land!” Ember assured.
“Even if you were just a measly peasant, so long as you truly believed in your home, your land! You can bring anything back. Your soldiers didn't die to see their kingdom fall! They would want their king to remain strong even through the worst of times!” Lin said.
“And you can start by avenging them! For all the talk of being defeated I haven't heard a single trace of justice being dispensed against the cowards who did this to you. Have you considered the damage they could inflict onto others? Would you really wish this fate on anyone else?” Ember demanded to know.
The King was silent taking their words in. Stabbing harder than blades ever could. So much so that his will to fight had stopped, and his gaze was far and deep in thought.
“...I couldn't move on...everyday doing the same thing...not a trace of hope to be found...” King Herald said.
“You are the hope 'King Herald', for others who are too weak to fend for themselves. Your courage, and strength will still be needed in this world...I just know it” Ember assured.
“Yeah, you have skills we haven't seen in a while. It'll be a shame to have them wasted like this” Lin said.
“...Perhaps it was your words, or this bitter sting of this stab wound...but your reasoning is sound, I will remain among the living” King Herald said.
“Good! In the meantime, we can help you finish what you started and bury what's left” Ember said.
“Do not trouble yourself with such a task, it is my burden” King Herald said.
“Not until you stop the bleeding” Ember reminded unsheathing her sword.
The workload was easy, but was utterly depressing. Luckily the combined effort of both sisters made the job easier until King Herald returned from healing his wounds and saw the completed grave-site just as the sun was setting.
“...I thank you girls, for snapping me out of my foolish decree. But I have much to think about” King Herald said.
“Will you be alright on your own like this?” Lin asked.
“I will be fine, I have a small garden I kept alive to sustain me, and I will once again begin hunting to train myself once more...I recall being much more fiercer in my glory days” King Herald said.
“Good, me and Lin have to leave and continue our own journey” Ember began.
“So I suppose this is farewell until we meet again” Lin said.
“I understand, you have your own path to follow. I will not prolong you anymore” King Herald said turning to the graveyard once more.
“...If you don't mind, can you give us a tip where we may find a suitable challenge to face?” Ember asked.
“You are looking for a challenge?” King Herald asked.
“Yeah! Someone who can put a spark in our spirit...in my sister's case a literal spark” Lin explained.
“Hm~ Across a vast ocean to the west...the tallest peaks from the north, the farthest oceans in the south, and the most exotic lands in the east...take your pick” King Herald advised.
“Thank you for your wisdom...until we meet again” Ember replied.
With that the girls set out in a direction to fulfill their personal quest leaving the king alone once more.
Night approached and King Herald remained by his fallen until a flickering light caught his eye, and he a small group of children being lead by a teenage girl. They all looked to be in poor shape with hunger written on their faces.
The small group spotted the king and the teenager was quick to plead.
“Please...can you spare any food at all...we've been traveling for over a day with no food or water” she pleaded.
“...Please, follow me, this castle is empty and you are free to rest and eat for the remainder of your stay” King Herald welcomed.
The kids and their guardian were all smiles thanking him profusely as he went to work gathering his food to share with the refugees.
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“Ah~ this feels right Ember, the sand, the dry air, and the hot waves of the sun! We have to find a spot and sunbathe!” Lin cried out stretching her arms, and flexing them.
“Conditions like these harden the body and mind, survival isn't a given, it's a commodity and it's in short supply...” Ember reflected on the area around them.
The girls have traveled many-many miles since their encounter with King Herald, even taking a boat trip to another continent and found new, and probably soon to be forgotten lands. Nothing but rocks, sand, and the occasional tumbleweed with the only colors coming from a cactus here or there.
“I see a town, we'll rest there” Ember later said.
“Are you sure it isn't another mirage? Cause you still haven't removed the pins from that cactus you practically hugged” Lin snickered.
“S-shut up! Of course it would happen the one time I was genuinely considering a drink of water” Ember grumbled.
“Moment of weakness sis, it happens to the best of us” Lin assure patting her back.
Ember gave a little shriek as Lin had pressed a needle deeper into her skin, the glare in Ember's eyes were almost as hot as the sun baking them.
As it turns out it wasn't a mirage and the girls found themselves in a dusty old town. The hats were just as common as the people.
They all stopped what they were doing and stared at the new girls in town. The girls noticed minus the lack of mamono, but also several of the men had their hands under their belt, or under their coats.
“...Hm, public masturbation seems to be a running theme around here” Lin mused.
“I don't think they're reaching for their...privates” Lin remarked now reaching for her blade.
“Whoa-whoa~ there folks! No need to shoot up your neighbor before they say howdy!” A man suddenly exclaimed.
The man had wild black hair under his black cowboy hat, and wore a dark leather trench coat with a light brown shirt with a pocket full of smokes, a blade nestled under his coat pocket. A thick black leather belt adorned with a silver round buckle depicting a horse standing on it's hind legs. His coat was open revealing two holsters carrying dual revolvers, and lower still were his tan brown slacks and metal boots with matching silver spurs as sharp as cactus needles. Despite how dangerously armed he was his eyes and gestures were pleasant, almost welcoming and laid back.
“Folks call me Barnes, I'm the sheriff around these parts” the man introduced himself as he tipped his hat to them.
“Barnes right? Do you mind telling us what a sheriff is?” Ember asked.
Barnes raised an eye before chuckling.
“Haw-ha~ aw man you girls are really new here then! Welp, come on down to the sheriff's office, we'll fill you in on the news of day” Barnes assured.
“Let's walk and talk instead, we're not looking to stay” Ember said.
“Don't be such a stick in the mud sis” Lin prodded her sister.
“Yeah, we got plenty of sourpusses here as it is” Barnes agreed eliciting a stifled giggle from Lin.
“I'm not gonna like this place am I? So what is it that a 'sheriff' does around here?” Ember asked.
“We're the law around these parts...or rather we try to be, you keep to yourself and don't shot anyone in the back and you can drink, and do whatever you see fit around these parts. Don't let me stop you” Barnes replied.
“Good, I tend to do a lot of drinking and doing whatever I want” Lin said.
“I like the cut of your jib, anyways you'll have to excuse the townsfolk here, everyone's been over the edge ever since some scum started wandering the sands” Barnes said.
“Interesting, tell us more about this scum?” Ember asked.
“You'll have to talk to pappy over at the station, he'll give you a better talking to than me...ah~ home sweet home! Come on in!” Barnes replied pushing the door open.
The girls were a little reluctant, but figured the worst that can happen is some dust that will take some time to wipe off will cake them at some point, and go in.
The only light source in the building were the open windows, and the size of the office was only just a little larger than the jail cells beside it. Sitting on a desk covered in paper, empty bottles, and ammunition was a gruff man who looked to be fighting back the aging rather than accepting it. His eyes were tired as if just waking up from a nap, with his matted gray hair covering a good chunk of his face even with the help of his black cowboy hat. Hearing the door shut caused him to snap awake, and grab at some black rectangle glasses almost as old and worn out as himself. He wore a single black duster coat with a gold star pinned to his chest, and dark brown slacks with black boots and gold spurs.
“Just throw 'em in the cage no need to disturb me and my work” the man grumbled.
“They ain't prisoners pappy, they're new, and I reckoned I'd show them some hospitality before the town comes shooting!” Barnes explained.
“Look at 'em boy! Armed to the teeth, 'course the town will be torches and pitchforks! Ah~ where are my manners...name's Amos, and I see you met the town drunk” The old man named Amos introduced himself.
“Town drunk nothing! I can drink with the best of them, and it's sheriff to you pappy!” Barnes defended himself.
“So what can I do fer ye ladies? I reckon you're not hear for the sights” Amos said.
“Correct, we're on a quest to find and challenge capable warriors, and our quest lead us here” Ember said.
“Quest? A little ways from your quest aren't ya lasses? The only 'warriors' here is the spirit they sell at the canteen! I say you took a wrong turn somewhere” Barnes said.
“We're survivors, not warriors, we got our own problems to deal with then fighting with each other all the time” Amos agreed.
“This has been a complete waste of our time...I had thought the conditions here were perfect for breeding capable warriors, but I guess I was wrong” Ember turned gloomy.
“Now don't get bent out of shape because yer disappointed, here; you can crash at the inn, gets some drink in ya and forget this day ever happened” Barnes said.
“Sound advice, come on! I wanna see what this place has got to offer in terms of drinks!” Lin said.
“I'll vouch that the stuff taste of vinegar and salt, but It'll get you where you want to for dirt cheap. I can point out the gems from the dirt if'n you like” Barnes offered.
“Got no time to be drinking boy, not with the town standing on it's toes like this” Amos reminded.
“Oh right...see there's a right good reason why the people got the case of the old 'itchy trigger fingers'” Barnes said.
“...Slate's gang has been sighted nearby” Amos declared.
“Slate? Who is he?” Ember began.
“The lowest snake to crawl out of the filthiest manure ridden hole this side of the country!” Barnes spat.
“Kid's got a point, but that's not all he is. He was a former sheriff, but I knew the man was rotten to the core from the very beginning...he was under my supervision alongside someone else 'till he turned on us and killed one of our own” Amos said.
“He betrayed one of you?” Lin said.
“Not just anyone, my dad! Shot him in the back like the cowardly bastard he is! And if he's heading into town we gotta do the same to him!” Barnes said.
“Don't even think about it boy! Slate's got a small army out there on his pay-roll, and word is he's got his hands on a powerful new gun. Heard he mowed down half a town with that thing. As if that ain't bad enough I hear he's in cahoots with some black strangers, and he's meeting one of them now” Amos said.
“I ain't afraid of no yellow bellied pathetic excuse of a man's secret weapon pappy. I'm going after him” Barnes said.
“I already sent a letter to the sheriff's up at Tombstone! They're more than capable of handling Slate! Don't be running off to your death while you're still young kid!” Amos said.
“To hell with you, I ain't a kid anymore, and you ain't the Gunslinger you use to be when I was! The old Amos would have jumped on his horse after him by now!” Barnes exclaimed before stomping out of the building.
“*Sigh~* damn kid...you'll have to excuse us, he took it pretty hard when...my son died, trained day, and night working the ranch and shooting at game and bottles to get to his skills, but it's still too much for one man to handle. It'll be a damn shame if all those years of training went to waste like this” Amos said.
“We...understand” Ember replied honestly.
“We understand a lot more than you think” Lin added.
“...You ain't lying I can tell that much...listen, maybe he won't listen to me, but maybe you can make a dent in that thick skull of his...I just want to see him again tomorrow morning...” Amos replied as if predicting what's gonna happen.
It was getting dark, the girls watching the sky turn blue and the stars pop out spotted a figure reaching for a horse tied to a pole.
“Easy girl, we're going for a little ride” the man whispered.
“Barnes! There you are, we've been looking all over for you!” Lin exclaimed.
“Oh? It's you two, pardon my rude behavior back there, but a man's gotta do what a man's gonna do” Barnes said.
“I don't even think you believe you can pull this off” Ember said.
“Not to worry sugar-cube, I know it ain't my time” Barnes assured.
“Don't call me sugar-cube” Ember growled.
“Ah-*ahem*-well then I guess I'll be heading off then” Barnes said.
“Wait! We're not letting you go out there alone” Lin said.
“I told you, ain't none of you gonna convince me otherwise” Barnes said.
“No, I mean we're going with you as back-up” Lin assured.
“This ain't some square dancing tumble or a bar-fight at the tavern, these are dangerous men” Barnes warned.
“We'll be the judge of that” Ember replied.
“Well alrighty then, I know where we can get you two some horses” Barnes said.
“Aw sweet! You hear that!? We're gonna ride horses!” Lin was eager.
“...I think I'll pass, I'd rather just jog alongside you two, don't worry I can keep up” Ember said.
“Is something the matter with horses?” Barnes said.
“Sis was never good with animals, in fact I think the entire animal kingdom has a vendetta against her for some reason” Lin said.
“It's not that severe Ember! Can we get a move on though? I had assumed this Slate person was only going to be here for so long” Ember grew impatient.
“Ya heard her! Follow me ladies I'll get you saddled up” Barnes said.
“It's Lin and Ember Barnes! We're not your ladies” Ember reminded.
“Er~ right...um~Lin, Ember gotcha, follow me right quick now” Barnes said.
Once Lin was given her horse and Ember had one kick dust on her, the three ventured into the desert in the dead of night. Lin and Barnes riding along their trusty steeds, Barnes a chocolate brown with streaks of light brown along the longer lengths of hair on it's head, neck, and tail. Lin riding a wood colored horse with splotches of black and tall black hair on it's head and neck. True to her word Ember has little difficult keeping up with the two on foot.
“Right across this mountain there use to be an old mine, it's closed off but that's where most of his men were seen so I betcha anything that's where we'll find Slate” Barnes assured.
They took their horses as close as they could before tying them to a dead tree and walking the rest of the way under the cover of the night. Almost immediately they spotted lit lanterns just a few yards away, and several armed men.
“That's them! That's Slate's gang, but I don't recognize the hooded ones” Barnes said.
“Men dressed in black...” Ember pondered.
“So we gotta lure out their leader somehow” Lin said.
“Slate you inbred snack in the grass bastard I'm coming for you!” Barnes shouted guns drawn and read.
“You! idiot!” Lin and Ember both shout.
He shot off several times at the men dropping several of them before they retaliated, the three hiding behind cover as the mountainside roared with gunfire.
“Well!? What are you two waiting for? Hurry up and fire at them!” Barnes warned.
“We don't have weapons like that!” Ember exclaimed.
“I thought you said you were armed!?” Barnes shouted over the blast of gunfire.
Ember and Lin both showed Barnes their blades.
“...Well now, anyone got any bright ideas then?” Barnes asked.
“You two draw their attention and I'll flank them from the side” Ember said.
“Alright! Let's make some noise!” Lin shouted.
Dashing to her right she ran low and spotted a jutting rock towards her, and with her sword she smacked the small boulder and sent it flying crashing it against two gunmen.
“Hit me if you can you blind bastards!” Lin challenged.
Barnes was quick to draw their on him until Lin found her own cover. Shooting wildly until a chunk of rock inches from his face sparked and broke off causing him to fall back. He turns to Lin who found cover behind a turned over mine cart.
“You alright there Lin!?” Barnes called out.
“I can be better, I think one of them nicked me” Lin replied brushing her shoulder plate.
“You damn morons! If you want something done right yer better off doing it yourself!” A voice boomed from the entrance of the mine.
“It's him! It's Slate!” Barnes shouted.
Rolling out of the mine came a man on mine-cart holding something draped under a gray tarp.
“I know that voice, Barnes huh! Like father like son eh! Well come git it!” Slate cried out as he threw two lit dynamite sticks at Lin and Barnes.
The two dove out of their cover as the ground blew up behind them splashing them with dirt.
Slate the Outlaw has appeared!
“And don't think I didn't see yer little friend trying to git the drop on me! One fer you too!” Slate cried out throwing another stick of dynamite to his right.
Ember was seen rushing out of the way before the area she once hid blew up.
“Fight us like a man Barnes, ain't no time for your little firecrackers!” Barnes warned trying to get a shot at him but Slate was crouching in his mine cart.
“Big talk fer someone who's gonna die like a dog!” Slate cried out before pulling the tarp to the large jutting object in front of him.
It resembled something akin to four barrels attached to a metal box alongside a crank, and once he got the crank spinning the barrels started spinning as well until a new wave of noise and danger rang out.
“How'd you like a little peppercorn fer yur troubles!” Slate cried out.
He blasted at them in rapid succession as the barrels unleashed a wave of bullets to make up for his lost men.
Any cover they hid under were immediately met with dynamite which he seems to have a large supply of.
“This is getting us nowhere! At some point we're gonna run out of cover to hide behind” Ember exclaimed.
“If I can get one of those dynamite sticks, it'll be all I need to send the bastard back to hell.
“What you got?” Lin asked before they had to split up from another dynamite stick and regroup.
“I gotta plan!” Barnes assured.
“That would have been useful much sooner!” Ember said.
“Pappy once told me the only thing more dangerous than a gun is a plan. Plan is simple, Lin takes the brunt, and Ember your quick on yer feet can you snatch a stick before it blows?” Barnes said.
“Hah! One didn't do much to me, I'd be more than happy to tackle a few more!” Lin accepted.
“...Got it, we'll draw his attention towards us. Your plan better work” Ember said.
Their plan was devises just as another stick of dynamite interrupted them, and the girls were quick to draw his attention.
“Come on big boy! Don't tell me you only pay attention to men~!” Lin taunted.
“You stupid bitch!” Slate cried out now cranking his Gatling gun and firing off at Lin.
She planted her broadsword firmly on the ground and started dragging it to get closer to him. The bullets bouncing off her blade and striking at her armor, but Lin refused to retreat pushing herself and her sword across the dirt and through the hail of bullets.
Slate seeing as how it wasn't working lit another stick of dynamite and threw it at Lin.
“Chance!” Ember realized.
She jumped and caught the stick mid-air and with a snip of her claws the light was snuffed out tossing the dynamite over to Barnes.
“Alright you no good, dirty, rotten, pig skin, limp dick backstabber. I send my regards” Barnes replied relighting the dynamite and tossing it back.
The smaller fused made it next to impossible to throw it back, and mid-air the dynamite blew up literally in Slate's face causing the rest of the left over dynamite he was hiding to blow up as well.
The plume of fire and debris rose higher than any single d
“That...was...awesome!” Lin cheered.
“Lin! A-are you alright?” Ember exclaimed.
“What? Yeah! I'm fine-a-okay!” Lin assured.
“You're bleeding something fierce there Lin, we ought to take you to pappy, he can fix you up” Barnes said.
“Anyone else taste metal?” Lin asked before spitting out a bullet.
Despite her arguments they insisted she was in no condition to ride back, and had to ride passenger side with Barnes which left Ember...
“G-good horsey...nice horsey~” Ember tried to assure her.
The horse retaliated by kicking some dirt on Ember.
After some coaxing Barnes was able to make Lin's horse comply with Ember's wishes and the three retreated back to town where none other than Amos was there waiting for them.
“Well look what the desert dragged up...needless to say I was expecting worse...come on to the inn we'll take care of ya” Amos assured.
The following day the town learned of Slate's defeat and everyone celebrated and partied from morning to late night just as Lin had started to recover.
“I gotta hand it to ya kid, never seen a girl walk away with twenty bullet holes and dance and drink the next day the way I saw you” Amos complimented as Lin had finished her drunk and tantalizing partying dance.
“Ey~ pappy~ shanks joo~ I feel-*hic*-better already!” Lin exclaimed.
“Oh lord thank goodness your embarrassing routine is over” Ember replied.
“Oy~ what's the matter Ember? You hardly even touched yer whiskey!” Barnes replied.
“You've touched too much boy!” Amos and Ember both exclaimed.
“Psh~ I'm fine, I can still shoot straight! Hey-hey Lin! Come on over and tell them I can still shoot straight!” Barnes replied.
“*Sigh* that boy is gonna be the death of me one of these days” Amos sighed.
“It seems like we have similar...dispositions” Ember realized finishing her shot.
“Yeah...but that kid got's a big heart under all that whiskey...he's gonna do fine...I reckon you girls will too. I know it's too much to ask you two to stick around. I could use some reliable deputies around these parts” Amos said.
“I'm honored Amos, but we have our own quest to follow...I hope your town will be alright” Ember said.
“We'll tough it out just fine now that Slate done and dealt with” Amos said.
“Before we go...I want to ask you something” Ember said.
“What's on your mind Ember?” Amos asked.
“What do you know about the men robed in black that Slate was meeting with?” Ember asked.
“Not much I'm afraid. All I know is they weren't the friendly type like you and Ember...showed up out of nowhere out of dead of night they did. Immediately jumped on to Slate and that was enough to convince me they were up to no good...I feel like you did more for our town than even I could fathom” Amos confessed.
“Interesting...” Ember murmured as she tried to ponder a connection as she watched Barnes and Lin try to out do one another in drunk dancing.
“Conditions like these harden the body and mind, survival isn't a given, it's a commodity and it's in short supply...” Ember reflected on the area around them.
The girls have traveled many-many miles since their encounter with King Herald, even taking a boat trip to another continent and found new, and probably soon to be forgotten lands. Nothing but rocks, sand, and the occasional tumbleweed with the only colors coming from a cactus here or there.
“I see a town, we'll rest there” Ember later said.
“Are you sure it isn't another mirage? Cause you still haven't removed the pins from that cactus you practically hugged” Lin snickered.
“S-shut up! Of course it would happen the one time I was genuinely considering a drink of water” Ember grumbled.
“Moment of weakness sis, it happens to the best of us” Lin assure patting her back.
Ember gave a little shriek as Lin had pressed a needle deeper into her skin, the glare in Ember's eyes were almost as hot as the sun baking them.
As it turns out it wasn't a mirage and the girls found themselves in a dusty old town. The hats were just as common as the people.
They all stopped what they were doing and stared at the new girls in town. The girls noticed minus the lack of mamono, but also several of the men had their hands under their belt, or under their coats.
“...Hm, public masturbation seems to be a running theme around here” Lin mused.
“I don't think they're reaching for their...privates” Lin remarked now reaching for her blade.
“Whoa-whoa~ there folks! No need to shoot up your neighbor before they say howdy!” A man suddenly exclaimed.
The man had wild black hair under his black cowboy hat, and wore a dark leather trench coat with a light brown shirt with a pocket full of smokes, a blade nestled under his coat pocket. A thick black leather belt adorned with a silver round buckle depicting a horse standing on it's hind legs. His coat was open revealing two holsters carrying dual revolvers, and lower still were his tan brown slacks and metal boots with matching silver spurs as sharp as cactus needles. Despite how dangerously armed he was his eyes and gestures were pleasant, almost welcoming and laid back.
“Folks call me Barnes, I'm the sheriff around these parts” the man introduced himself as he tipped his hat to them.
“Barnes right? Do you mind telling us what a sheriff is?” Ember asked.
Barnes raised an eye before chuckling.
“Haw-ha~ aw man you girls are really new here then! Welp, come on down to the sheriff's office, we'll fill you in on the news of day” Barnes assured.
“Let's walk and talk instead, we're not looking to stay” Ember said.
“Don't be such a stick in the mud sis” Lin prodded her sister.
“Yeah, we got plenty of sourpusses here as it is” Barnes agreed eliciting a stifled giggle from Lin.
“I'm not gonna like this place am I? So what is it that a 'sheriff' does around here?” Ember asked.
“We're the law around these parts...or rather we try to be, you keep to yourself and don't shot anyone in the back and you can drink, and do whatever you see fit around these parts. Don't let me stop you” Barnes replied.
“Good, I tend to do a lot of drinking and doing whatever I want” Lin said.
“I like the cut of your jib, anyways you'll have to excuse the townsfolk here, everyone's been over the edge ever since some scum started wandering the sands” Barnes said.
“Interesting, tell us more about this scum?” Ember asked.
“You'll have to talk to pappy over at the station, he'll give you a better talking to than me...ah~ home sweet home! Come on in!” Barnes replied pushing the door open.
The girls were a little reluctant, but figured the worst that can happen is some dust that will take some time to wipe off will cake them at some point, and go in.
The only light source in the building were the open windows, and the size of the office was only just a little larger than the jail cells beside it. Sitting on a desk covered in paper, empty bottles, and ammunition was a gruff man who looked to be fighting back the aging rather than accepting it. His eyes were tired as if just waking up from a nap, with his matted gray hair covering a good chunk of his face even with the help of his black cowboy hat. Hearing the door shut caused him to snap awake, and grab at some black rectangle glasses almost as old and worn out as himself. He wore a single black duster coat with a gold star pinned to his chest, and dark brown slacks with black boots and gold spurs.
“Just throw 'em in the cage no need to disturb me and my work” the man grumbled.
“They ain't prisoners pappy, they're new, and I reckoned I'd show them some hospitality before the town comes shooting!” Barnes explained.
“Look at 'em boy! Armed to the teeth, 'course the town will be torches and pitchforks! Ah~ where are my manners...name's Amos, and I see you met the town drunk” The old man named Amos introduced himself.
“Town drunk nothing! I can drink with the best of them, and it's sheriff to you pappy!” Barnes defended himself.
“So what can I do fer ye ladies? I reckon you're not hear for the sights” Amos said.
“Correct, we're on a quest to find and challenge capable warriors, and our quest lead us here” Ember said.
“Quest? A little ways from your quest aren't ya lasses? The only 'warriors' here is the spirit they sell at the canteen! I say you took a wrong turn somewhere” Barnes said.
“We're survivors, not warriors, we got our own problems to deal with then fighting with each other all the time” Amos agreed.
“This has been a complete waste of our time...I had thought the conditions here were perfect for breeding capable warriors, but I guess I was wrong” Ember turned gloomy.
“Now don't get bent out of shape because yer disappointed, here; you can crash at the inn, gets some drink in ya and forget this day ever happened” Barnes said.
“Sound advice, come on! I wanna see what this place has got to offer in terms of drinks!” Lin said.
“I'll vouch that the stuff taste of vinegar and salt, but It'll get you where you want to for dirt cheap. I can point out the gems from the dirt if'n you like” Barnes offered.
“Got no time to be drinking boy, not with the town standing on it's toes like this” Amos reminded.
“Oh right...see there's a right good reason why the people got the case of the old 'itchy trigger fingers'” Barnes said.
“...Slate's gang has been sighted nearby” Amos declared.
“Slate? Who is he?” Ember began.
“The lowest snake to crawl out of the filthiest manure ridden hole this side of the country!” Barnes spat.
“Kid's got a point, but that's not all he is. He was a former sheriff, but I knew the man was rotten to the core from the very beginning...he was under my supervision alongside someone else 'till he turned on us and killed one of our own” Amos said.
“He betrayed one of you?” Lin said.
“Not just anyone, my dad! Shot him in the back like the cowardly bastard he is! And if he's heading into town we gotta do the same to him!” Barnes said.
“Don't even think about it boy! Slate's got a small army out there on his pay-roll, and word is he's got his hands on a powerful new gun. Heard he mowed down half a town with that thing. As if that ain't bad enough I hear he's in cahoots with some black strangers, and he's meeting one of them now” Amos said.
“I ain't afraid of no yellow bellied pathetic excuse of a man's secret weapon pappy. I'm going after him” Barnes said.
“I already sent a letter to the sheriff's up at Tombstone! They're more than capable of handling Slate! Don't be running off to your death while you're still young kid!” Amos said.
“To hell with you, I ain't a kid anymore, and you ain't the Gunslinger you use to be when I was! The old Amos would have jumped on his horse after him by now!” Barnes exclaimed before stomping out of the building.
“*Sigh~* damn kid...you'll have to excuse us, he took it pretty hard when...my son died, trained day, and night working the ranch and shooting at game and bottles to get to his skills, but it's still too much for one man to handle. It'll be a damn shame if all those years of training went to waste like this” Amos said.
“We...understand” Ember replied honestly.
“We understand a lot more than you think” Lin added.
“...You ain't lying I can tell that much...listen, maybe he won't listen to me, but maybe you can make a dent in that thick skull of his...I just want to see him again tomorrow morning...” Amos replied as if predicting what's gonna happen.
It was getting dark, the girls watching the sky turn blue and the stars pop out spotted a figure reaching for a horse tied to a pole.
“Easy girl, we're going for a little ride” the man whispered.
“Barnes! There you are, we've been looking all over for you!” Lin exclaimed.
“Oh? It's you two, pardon my rude behavior back there, but a man's gotta do what a man's gonna do” Barnes said.
“I don't even think you believe you can pull this off” Ember said.
“Not to worry sugar-cube, I know it ain't my time” Barnes assured.
“Don't call me sugar-cube” Ember growled.
“Ah-*ahem*-well then I guess I'll be heading off then” Barnes said.
“Wait! We're not letting you go out there alone” Lin said.
“I told you, ain't none of you gonna convince me otherwise” Barnes said.
“No, I mean we're going with you as back-up” Lin assured.
“This ain't some square dancing tumble or a bar-fight at the tavern, these are dangerous men” Barnes warned.
“We'll be the judge of that” Ember replied.
“Well alrighty then, I know where we can get you two some horses” Barnes said.
“Aw sweet! You hear that!? We're gonna ride horses!” Lin was eager.
“...I think I'll pass, I'd rather just jog alongside you two, don't worry I can keep up” Ember said.
“Is something the matter with horses?” Barnes said.
“Sis was never good with animals, in fact I think the entire animal kingdom has a vendetta against her for some reason” Lin said.
“It's not that severe Ember! Can we get a move on though? I had assumed this Slate person was only going to be here for so long” Ember grew impatient.
“Ya heard her! Follow me ladies I'll get you saddled up” Barnes said.
“It's Lin and Ember Barnes! We're not your ladies” Ember reminded.
“Er~ right...um~Lin, Ember gotcha, follow me right quick now” Barnes said.
Once Lin was given her horse and Ember had one kick dust on her, the three ventured into the desert in the dead of night. Lin and Barnes riding along their trusty steeds, Barnes a chocolate brown with streaks of light brown along the longer lengths of hair on it's head, neck, and tail. Lin riding a wood colored horse with splotches of black and tall black hair on it's head and neck. True to her word Ember has little difficult keeping up with the two on foot.
“Right across this mountain there use to be an old mine, it's closed off but that's where most of his men were seen so I betcha anything that's where we'll find Slate” Barnes assured.
They took their horses as close as they could before tying them to a dead tree and walking the rest of the way under the cover of the night. Almost immediately they spotted lit lanterns just a few yards away, and several armed men.
“That's them! That's Slate's gang, but I don't recognize the hooded ones” Barnes said.
“Men dressed in black...” Ember pondered.
“So we gotta lure out their leader somehow” Lin said.
“Slate you inbred snack in the grass bastard I'm coming for you!” Barnes shouted guns drawn and read.
“You! idiot!” Lin and Ember both shout.
He shot off several times at the men dropping several of them before they retaliated, the three hiding behind cover as the mountainside roared with gunfire.
“Well!? What are you two waiting for? Hurry up and fire at them!” Barnes warned.
“We don't have weapons like that!” Ember exclaimed.
“I thought you said you were armed!?” Barnes shouted over the blast of gunfire.
Ember and Lin both showed Barnes their blades.
“...Well now, anyone got any bright ideas then?” Barnes asked.
“You two draw their attention and I'll flank them from the side” Ember said.
“Alright! Let's make some noise!” Lin shouted.
Dashing to her right she ran low and spotted a jutting rock towards her, and with her sword she smacked the small boulder and sent it flying crashing it against two gunmen.
“Hit me if you can you blind bastards!” Lin challenged.
Barnes was quick to draw their on him until Lin found her own cover. Shooting wildly until a chunk of rock inches from his face sparked and broke off causing him to fall back. He turns to Lin who found cover behind a turned over mine cart.
“You alright there Lin!?” Barnes called out.
“I can be better, I think one of them nicked me” Lin replied brushing her shoulder plate.
“You damn morons! If you want something done right yer better off doing it yourself!” A voice boomed from the entrance of the mine.
“It's him! It's Slate!” Barnes shouted.
Rolling out of the mine came a man on mine-cart holding something draped under a gray tarp.
“I know that voice, Barnes huh! Like father like son eh! Well come git it!” Slate cried out as he threw two lit dynamite sticks at Lin and Barnes.
The two dove out of their cover as the ground blew up behind them splashing them with dirt.
Slate the Outlaw has appeared!
“And don't think I didn't see yer little friend trying to git the drop on me! One fer you too!” Slate cried out throwing another stick of dynamite to his right.
Ember was seen rushing out of the way before the area she once hid blew up.
“Fight us like a man Barnes, ain't no time for your little firecrackers!” Barnes warned trying to get a shot at him but Slate was crouching in his mine cart.
“Big talk fer someone who's gonna die like a dog!” Slate cried out before pulling the tarp to the large jutting object in front of him.
It resembled something akin to four barrels attached to a metal box alongside a crank, and once he got the crank spinning the barrels started spinning as well until a new wave of noise and danger rang out.
“How'd you like a little peppercorn fer yur troubles!” Slate cried out.
He blasted at them in rapid succession as the barrels unleashed a wave of bullets to make up for his lost men.
Any cover they hid under were immediately met with dynamite which he seems to have a large supply of.
“This is getting us nowhere! At some point we're gonna run out of cover to hide behind” Ember exclaimed.
“If I can get one of those dynamite sticks, it'll be all I need to send the bastard back to hell.
“What you got?” Lin asked before they had to split up from another dynamite stick and regroup.
“I gotta plan!” Barnes assured.
“That would have been useful much sooner!” Ember said.
“Pappy once told me the only thing more dangerous than a gun is a plan. Plan is simple, Lin takes the brunt, and Ember your quick on yer feet can you snatch a stick before it blows?” Barnes said.
“Hah! One didn't do much to me, I'd be more than happy to tackle a few more!” Lin accepted.
“...Got it, we'll draw his attention towards us. Your plan better work” Ember said.
Their plan was devises just as another stick of dynamite interrupted them, and the girls were quick to draw his attention.
“Come on big boy! Don't tell me you only pay attention to men~!” Lin taunted.
“You stupid bitch!” Slate cried out now cranking his Gatling gun and firing off at Lin.
She planted her broadsword firmly on the ground and started dragging it to get closer to him. The bullets bouncing off her blade and striking at her armor, but Lin refused to retreat pushing herself and her sword across the dirt and through the hail of bullets.
Slate seeing as how it wasn't working lit another stick of dynamite and threw it at Lin.
“Chance!” Ember realized.
She jumped and caught the stick mid-air and with a snip of her claws the light was snuffed out tossing the dynamite over to Barnes.
“Alright you no good, dirty, rotten, pig skin, limp dick backstabber. I send my regards” Barnes replied relighting the dynamite and tossing it back.
The smaller fused made it next to impossible to throw it back, and mid-air the dynamite blew up literally in Slate's face causing the rest of the left over dynamite he was hiding to blow up as well.
The plume of fire and debris rose higher than any single d
“That...was...awesome!” Lin cheered.
“Lin! A-are you alright?” Ember exclaimed.
“What? Yeah! I'm fine-a-okay!” Lin assured.
“You're bleeding something fierce there Lin, we ought to take you to pappy, he can fix you up” Barnes said.
“Anyone else taste metal?” Lin asked before spitting out a bullet.
Despite her arguments they insisted she was in no condition to ride back, and had to ride passenger side with Barnes which left Ember...
“G-good horsey...nice horsey~” Ember tried to assure her.
The horse retaliated by kicking some dirt on Ember.
After some coaxing Barnes was able to make Lin's horse comply with Ember's wishes and the three retreated back to town where none other than Amos was there waiting for them.
“Well look what the desert dragged up...needless to say I was expecting worse...come on to the inn we'll take care of ya” Amos assured.
The following day the town learned of Slate's defeat and everyone celebrated and partied from morning to late night just as Lin had started to recover.
“I gotta hand it to ya kid, never seen a girl walk away with twenty bullet holes and dance and drink the next day the way I saw you” Amos complimented as Lin had finished her drunk and tantalizing partying dance.
“Ey~ pappy~ shanks joo~ I feel-*hic*-better already!” Lin exclaimed.
“Oh lord thank goodness your embarrassing routine is over” Ember replied.
“Oy~ what's the matter Ember? You hardly even touched yer whiskey!” Barnes replied.
“You've touched too much boy!” Amos and Ember both exclaimed.
“Psh~ I'm fine, I can still shoot straight! Hey-hey Lin! Come on over and tell them I can still shoot straight!” Barnes replied.
“*Sigh* that boy is gonna be the death of me one of these days” Amos sighed.
“It seems like we have similar...dispositions” Ember realized finishing her shot.
“Yeah...but that kid got's a big heart under all that whiskey...he's gonna do fine...I reckon you girls will too. I know it's too much to ask you two to stick around. I could use some reliable deputies around these parts” Amos said.
“I'm honored Amos, but we have our own quest to follow...I hope your town will be alright” Ember said.
“We'll tough it out just fine now that Slate done and dealt with” Amos said.
“Before we go...I want to ask you something” Ember said.
“What's on your mind Ember?” Amos asked.
“What do you know about the men robed in black that Slate was meeting with?” Ember asked.
“Not much I'm afraid. All I know is they weren't the friendly type like you and Ember...showed up out of nowhere out of dead of night they did. Immediately jumped on to Slate and that was enough to convince me they were up to no good...I feel like you did more for our town than even I could fathom” Amos confessed.
“Interesting...” Ember murmured as she tried to ponder a connection as she watched Barnes and Lin try to out do one another in drunk dancing.
Fubuki's Interview: Yuki-Onna
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The following conversation has been recorded for future record
Name: Fubuki
Species: Yuki-Onna
Occupation: Co-Founder of the Little Monster Miracle Orphanage
Attributes: Clever girl
Apperance: Occasionally dressed in traditional soft blue, and white yukatas ranging in patters from floral to snowflakes. Long, straight hair whiter than snow, skin a pale blue that almost glows like ice crystals, sapphire blue eyes, round and a little on the narrow side, devilish all knowing grin on her face during most hours in a day, and a busty chest with a thin waist usually covered from the neck down unless temperatures rise in which case she'll adopt a bikini, or thinner shirts, and skirts. Rumors speculate she also wears body-suits specifically used for professional racing.
(Update: Fubuki banned from wearing bikinis in public due to the fact that she causes a major distraction for most males, and some females driving.)
“Now then let us begin...” Katy began reading over some papers.
Katy, an Echidna and Founder of the Little Monster Miracle Orphanage returns all of Fubuki's identification papers.
“I don't see why you're doing all this, we've been friends for centuries...isn't it funny how we make such a little deal about time? Are we cool or what?” Fubuki replied before sipping on some ice tea.
“And yet your sense of humor hasn't changed since we first met. Don't you think by now it's gotten old?” Katy replied.
“Well, so long as there is someone on this planet who hasn't met me, my traits will never be old” Fubuki declared.
“Right, and as for why we're doing this, it's just to keep a record of basically the best that I can find to fit the positions I will be giving to the staff running our permanent base” Katy explained.
“Which is looking really nice by the way, all that saving really paid off...of course I'm pretty sure I'm the only one fit to fill the role of 'Co-Founder' considering I help build this place from the ground up as well” Fubuki replied.
“Well someone had to watch out for everyone during the Fall and Winter seasons” Katy replied.
“'Cause you're a snake” Fubuki reminded.
“Because I am cold-blooded that is correct” Katy replied.
“Hiss~-hiss~hiss!” Fubuki teased.
Katy flinched apparently taking offense to Fubuki's hissing.
“We shall refrain from spouting out crude and inappropriate language against people who hate snowy days Fubuki” Katy said.
“I'm not apologizing” Fubuki remained defiant.
“Tell me again why I should leave you in charge of the little ones while I hibernate?” Katy asked.
“Because you know me Katy, you know I'm only this much of a smart-ass because I can back it up, and let's be honest with ourselves. The kids could use a good time and I help cheer them up with my antics” Fubuki boasted.
“I think what the little ones need more is a positive role model, are you raising the Yukiwarashi properly? Teaching them the importance of being good girls who go to school and don't play pranks on everyone?” Katy asked.
“I have a few who can cook a three course meal, trust me Katy...I got this” Fubuki assured.
“That omelet your little one made was rather delicious” Katy had to admit.
“Should we also mention my favorite font is comic sans?” Fubuki asked.
“...God-damn it Fubuki” Katy sighed.
“Plus I can make it snow, that's gotta account for something” Fubuki said.
“Oh right, your abilities, besides causing blizzards...what else can you do?” Katy asked.
“You know what I-” Fubuki began until Katy motioned towards the mic.
“...Just because it was your first time in Best-Buy doesn't mean you should buy every little gadget that suits your fancy...*sigh~* fine I guess I'm technically a spirit...as well as a snow-woman” Fubuki said.
“That's right~ you are a spirit aren't you-” Katy began.
“Snow spirit” Fubuki corrected.
“Right! So that means you can go through walls right?” Katy said.
“Nope...and you know that” Fubuki said.
“Just pretend this mic is someone completely oblivious to your kind” Katy said.
“Like some harem anime about some lucky guy that occasional hooks up with monster girls?” Fubuki said.
“Yes, this is the exposition episode where nothing happens but lore is explained” Katy played along with Fubuki's smart-ass remarks.
“*Sigh~* well I can turn myself into snow and icy wind, and sort of blow into any cracks or slits that I can, like under doors for example” Fubuki said.
“Interesting, and you also have special vision in blizzards that tell you of nearby humans or warm bodied creatures?” Katy said.
“I suppose...Can't tell if it's like every snowdrop is a set of eyes, or everything the snow touches I can sense warm body temperatures...it's usually one or the other, depends on how dramatic I want the scene to play out” Fubuki said.
“Anything else?” Katy said.
“Well besides encasing myself in permafrost in self defense, I can also freeze other people at whim...haven't done that in a while though...not since my me and my mom froze your sister” Fubuki replied.
“Don't remind me of bad memories I have enough of them to last two lifetimes” Katy sighed.
“I should know, I've seen them myself too” Fubuki said.
“Indeed...through thick and thin we stayed friends even with your less than savory personality” Katy said.
“You know you love it” Fubuki smiled.
“I...suppose if it weren't for that we would probably still be trying to build my orphanage in the first place" Katy sighed.
“Yes, and I would still be...a heart-broken mess of my former self” Fubuki sighed.
“Well it's clear you moved on” Katy said.
“One day at a time” Fubuki said.
“One more thing about your mentality...we have reason to believe that you like it rough?” Katy said.
“Does this have anything to do with running an orphanage, or are you the one trying to pull something on me?” Fubuki said.
“No tricks here, just stating your preferences, and if I didn't know any better I'd say you're a glutton for punishment, considering how many people you upset with your antics, it's almost like you want someone to punish you for your crimes...can you tell me if this is factual or not?” Katy asked.
“We all have our hobbies Katy~and honestly if we're going to be talking about our sexual preferences why don't you tell us about yours? Do you have a thing for cold women, or do you just get randomly horny when you're drunk and I'm always your first choice in a partner when a man is not present?” Fubuki asked.
“...This interview is over, thank you for your time Fubuki, we hope you do well working here” Katy quickly dismissed and cut off the mic.
Name: Fubuki
Species: Yuki-Onna
Occupation: Co-Founder of the Little Monster Miracle Orphanage
Attributes: Clever girl
Apperance: Occasionally dressed in traditional soft blue, and white yukatas ranging in patters from floral to snowflakes. Long, straight hair whiter than snow, skin a pale blue that almost glows like ice crystals, sapphire blue eyes, round and a little on the narrow side, devilish all knowing grin on her face during most hours in a day, and a busty chest with a thin waist usually covered from the neck down unless temperatures rise in which case she'll adopt a bikini, or thinner shirts, and skirts. Rumors speculate she also wears body-suits specifically used for professional racing.
(Update: Fubuki banned from wearing bikinis in public due to the fact that she causes a major distraction for most males, and some females driving.)
“Now then let us begin...” Katy began reading over some papers.
Katy, an Echidna and Founder of the Little Monster Miracle Orphanage returns all of Fubuki's identification papers.
“I don't see why you're doing all this, we've been friends for centuries...isn't it funny how we make such a little deal about time? Are we cool or what?” Fubuki replied before sipping on some ice tea.
“And yet your sense of humor hasn't changed since we first met. Don't you think by now it's gotten old?” Katy replied.
“Well, so long as there is someone on this planet who hasn't met me, my traits will never be old” Fubuki declared.
“Right, and as for why we're doing this, it's just to keep a record of basically the best that I can find to fit the positions I will be giving to the staff running our permanent base” Katy explained.
“Which is looking really nice by the way, all that saving really paid off...of course I'm pretty sure I'm the only one fit to fill the role of 'Co-Founder' considering I help build this place from the ground up as well” Fubuki replied.
“Well someone had to watch out for everyone during the Fall and Winter seasons” Katy replied.
“'Cause you're a snake” Fubuki reminded.
“Because I am cold-blooded that is correct” Katy replied.
“Hiss~-hiss~hiss!” Fubuki teased.
Katy flinched apparently taking offense to Fubuki's hissing.
“We shall refrain from spouting out crude and inappropriate language against people who hate snowy days Fubuki” Katy said.
“I'm not apologizing” Fubuki remained defiant.
“Tell me again why I should leave you in charge of the little ones while I hibernate?” Katy asked.
“Because you know me Katy, you know I'm only this much of a smart-ass because I can back it up, and let's be honest with ourselves. The kids could use a good time and I help cheer them up with my antics” Fubuki boasted.
“I think what the little ones need more is a positive role model, are you raising the Yukiwarashi properly? Teaching them the importance of being good girls who go to school and don't play pranks on everyone?” Katy asked.
“I have a few who can cook a three course meal, trust me Katy...I got this” Fubuki assured.
“That omelet your little one made was rather delicious” Katy had to admit.
“Should we also mention my favorite font is comic sans?” Fubuki asked.
“...God-damn it Fubuki” Katy sighed.
“Plus I can make it snow, that's gotta account for something” Fubuki said.
“Oh right, your abilities, besides causing blizzards...what else can you do?” Katy asked.
“You know what I-” Fubuki began until Katy motioned towards the mic.
“...Just because it was your first time in Best-Buy doesn't mean you should buy every little gadget that suits your fancy...*sigh~* fine I guess I'm technically a spirit...as well as a snow-woman” Fubuki said.
“That's right~ you are a spirit aren't you-” Katy began.
“Snow spirit” Fubuki corrected.
“Right! So that means you can go through walls right?” Katy said.
“Nope...and you know that” Fubuki said.
“Just pretend this mic is someone completely oblivious to your kind” Katy said.
“Like some harem anime about some lucky guy that occasional hooks up with monster girls?” Fubuki said.
“Yes, this is the exposition episode where nothing happens but lore is explained” Katy played along with Fubuki's smart-ass remarks.
“*Sigh~* well I can turn myself into snow and icy wind, and sort of blow into any cracks or slits that I can, like under doors for example” Fubuki said.
“Interesting, and you also have special vision in blizzards that tell you of nearby humans or warm bodied creatures?” Katy said.
“I suppose...Can't tell if it's like every snowdrop is a set of eyes, or everything the snow touches I can sense warm body temperatures...it's usually one or the other, depends on how dramatic I want the scene to play out” Fubuki said.
“Anything else?” Katy said.
“Well besides encasing myself in permafrost in self defense, I can also freeze other people at whim...haven't done that in a while though...not since my me and my mom froze your sister” Fubuki replied.
“Don't remind me of bad memories I have enough of them to last two lifetimes” Katy sighed.
“I should know, I've seen them myself too” Fubuki said.
“Indeed...through thick and thin we stayed friends even with your less than savory personality” Katy said.
“You know you love it” Fubuki smiled.
“I...suppose if it weren't for that we would probably still be trying to build my orphanage in the first place" Katy sighed.
“Yes, and I would still be...a heart-broken mess of my former self” Fubuki sighed.
“Well it's clear you moved on” Katy said.
“One day at a time” Fubuki said.
“One more thing about your mentality...we have reason to believe that you like it rough?” Katy said.
“Does this have anything to do with running an orphanage, or are you the one trying to pull something on me?” Fubuki said.
“No tricks here, just stating your preferences, and if I didn't know any better I'd say you're a glutton for punishment, considering how many people you upset with your antics, it's almost like you want someone to punish you for your crimes...can you tell me if this is factual or not?” Katy asked.
“We all have our hobbies Katy~and honestly if we're going to be talking about our sexual preferences why don't you tell us about yours? Do you have a thing for cold women, or do you just get randomly horny when you're drunk and I'm always your first choice in a partner when a man is not present?” Fubuki asked.
“...This interview is over, thank you for your time Fubuki, we hope you do well working here” Katy quickly dismissed and cut off the mic.
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Name: Betsy
Species: Holstaur
Occupation: Head Chef/Baker
Attributes: Always happy to help, hard working, large breasts
Appearance: Adopting the clothing given to her as a former farm hand she is often seen wearing denim overalls, denim shorts, and shirts either splotched with white and black colors, or white and red checkered patterns shirts being a few examples. Official Orphanage clothing is usually a simple white apron with Nirvana's insignia on the top corner, clothing choice best described as: simple. Her short hair striped black and white with white curled horns, a thin bovine tail with a puffy end like all cows, and cow hooves with black and white thin fur attached and stretched to her thighs. Her body described by another employee has been noted as: 'a perfect temple with large breasts holding an absurd amount of milk, and hips that are ready to give birth.'
(Update: Betsy herself has confirmed that she in fact does not wear a bra, reminder to have her apron double in thickness to alleviate her inability to wear one and keep her modest)
“We are starting; is the mic close enough to you? I don't want you to strain your neck just so you can speak directly into it little one” the Echidna, and founder of the Orphanage Katy asks.
“Oh, it's no trouble, my neck is pretty tough I reckon...it's my shoulders that feel a little store sometimes though” Betsy replied.
“Y-yeah! I-I get those all the time too!” Katy lied.
“Oh? I'm so sorry to hear that, I-if you want I can rub your shoulders for a bit and see if that makes them feel better” Betsy offered.
“You are too kind, that's a good attitude I'll be needing for this Orphanage” Katy said.
“Thank you! Actually when I moved in to the big city I was a little nervous about finding a job, and thank my lucky stars we found each other” Betsy said.
“Yes indeed-*munch-munch*-these butter milk cookies are amazing! Did you really bake them yourself?” Katy asked.
“It's my mom's recipe, I don't have it pat down because it's not her own milk. Still I had a lot of compliments back at the farm saying they tasted almost like my mother's!” Betsy replied.
“Let's talk a little bit about that. How do you think your skills as a farm-hand would benefit us at an Orphanage?” Katy asked.
“I'd say with some good old fashion hard labor and long hours if you need me too. And being a farm-hand means doing all sorts of stuff around the farm, not just picking up fruits and wheat. There's cleaning the stables, churning butter, cooking, cleaning, feeding the live-stock, and so much more I can hardly count them. Plus I'm use to waking up very early, I guess I'm sort of a morning girl, I'm always up and at it before six-o-clock” Betsy said.
“You seem like the whole package, it's almost too good to be true. Tell me is there any faults that you think you have that you wish to improve?” Katy asked.
“W-well shucks, I'm just a simple country girl...this is my first time out in the city so I'm new to a lot of things you city folk wave off like no big deal. My mom and dad were very worried about me because of that, I'm the first of the family to leave her little slice of paradise and venture out in the world” Betsy said.
“So honest too, tell me what are your attributes?” Katy asked.
“Hm~ well I'm pretty strong, I can raise a barn all by my lonesome! Um~ I have a lot of energy-and um~ shucks this is embarrassing but...” Betsy said.
“We're both attractive women here, and I promise no one will think any differently of you” Katy assured.
“W-well if you insist, I uh~ tend to need to be milked on occasion...I-I can do it on my own sure, and I hear milk is very important for a growing boy or girl...um~ I-I wouldn't mind keeping the little darlings strong with some healthy, nutritious milk” Betsy said.
“That is great to hear! To be honest, not all the children we are given come to us unscathed...as unfortunate as it is, some of our poor little ones come to us sick, starving, or even seriously injured. We have Holstaurus milk at the ready, but having a more reliable source from a kind, and hard working woman like yourself will be a god-send to these poor kids” Katy said.
“Aw-shucks, I'm not that big a deal, but I understand completely miss Katy, I'll be there before anyone else, and help them recover with some good wholesome food, a refreshing drink, and a little southern hospitality to boot!” Betsy assured.
“...Thank you, I, and the kids will really appreciate that, so I can count on you to start right away?” Katy asked.
“Of course! The sooner the better, thank you so much miss Katy!” Betsy thanked.
“Oh please, just call me Katy, I can tell we're gonna be really good friends Betsy” Katy said.
“As close as two peas in a pod!” Betsy agreed.
“So Betsy~ just out of curiosity, if your shoulders are hurting why don't you take this chance to see our doctor and see if she can help?” Katy asked.
“Aw~ it ain't no big deal, and besides the only cure came from my dad!” Betsy assured.
“Y-you're dad?” Katy asked.
“My dad was strong, and sweet as molasses! When I was just a few years younger, my pa would take me aside and I would sit on his lap, lay on his strong muscular chest and abs as he used his big, strong arms to rub my shoulders ever so gently. I cooed like a little kitten under his arms, and he made the pain go away...It would be nice to meet someone big and strong, and handsome~and ever so nice” Betsy swooned, almost drooling.
“I-I think I understand you better now Betsy, thank you for sharing that...Glad to have you on our team” Katy thanked.
Name: Betsy
Species: Holstaur
Occupation: Head Chef/Baker
Attributes: Always happy to help, hard working, large breasts
Appearance: Adopting the clothing given to her as a former farm hand she is often seen wearing denim overalls, denim shorts, and shirts either splotched with white and black colors, or white and red checkered patterns shirts being a few examples. Official Orphanage clothing is usually a simple white apron with Nirvana's insignia on the top corner, clothing choice best described as: simple. Her short hair striped black and white with white curled horns, a thin bovine tail with a puffy end like all cows, and cow hooves with black and white thin fur attached and stretched to her thighs. Her body described by another employee has been noted as: 'a perfect temple with large breasts holding an absurd amount of milk, and hips that are ready to give birth.'
(Update: Betsy herself has confirmed that she in fact does not wear a bra, reminder to have her apron double in thickness to alleviate her inability to wear one and keep her modest)
“We are starting; is the mic close enough to you? I don't want you to strain your neck just so you can speak directly into it little one” the Echidna, and founder of the Orphanage Katy asks.
“Oh, it's no trouble, my neck is pretty tough I reckon...it's my shoulders that feel a little store sometimes though” Betsy replied.
“Y-yeah! I-I get those all the time too!” Katy lied.
“Oh? I'm so sorry to hear that, I-if you want I can rub your shoulders for a bit and see if that makes them feel better” Betsy offered.
“You are too kind, that's a good attitude I'll be needing for this Orphanage” Katy said.
“Thank you! Actually when I moved in to the big city I was a little nervous about finding a job, and thank my lucky stars we found each other” Betsy said.
“Yes indeed-*munch-munch*-these butter milk cookies are amazing! Did you really bake them yourself?” Katy asked.
“It's my mom's recipe, I don't have it pat down because it's not her own milk. Still I had a lot of compliments back at the farm saying they tasted almost like my mother's!” Betsy replied.
“Let's talk a little bit about that. How do you think your skills as a farm-hand would benefit us at an Orphanage?” Katy asked.
“I'd say with some good old fashion hard labor and long hours if you need me too. And being a farm-hand means doing all sorts of stuff around the farm, not just picking up fruits and wheat. There's cleaning the stables, churning butter, cooking, cleaning, feeding the live-stock, and so much more I can hardly count them. Plus I'm use to waking up very early, I guess I'm sort of a morning girl, I'm always up and at it before six-o-clock” Betsy said.
“You seem like the whole package, it's almost too good to be true. Tell me is there any faults that you think you have that you wish to improve?” Katy asked.
“W-well shucks, I'm just a simple country girl...this is my first time out in the city so I'm new to a lot of things you city folk wave off like no big deal. My mom and dad were very worried about me because of that, I'm the first of the family to leave her little slice of paradise and venture out in the world” Betsy said.
“So honest too, tell me what are your attributes?” Katy asked.
“Hm~ well I'm pretty strong, I can raise a barn all by my lonesome! Um~ I have a lot of energy-and um~ shucks this is embarrassing but...” Betsy said.
“We're both attractive women here, and I promise no one will think any differently of you” Katy assured.
“W-well if you insist, I uh~ tend to need to be milked on occasion...I-I can do it on my own sure, and I hear milk is very important for a growing boy or girl...um~ I-I wouldn't mind keeping the little darlings strong with some healthy, nutritious milk” Betsy said.
“That is great to hear! To be honest, not all the children we are given come to us unscathed...as unfortunate as it is, some of our poor little ones come to us sick, starving, or even seriously injured. We have Holstaurus milk at the ready, but having a more reliable source from a kind, and hard working woman like yourself will be a god-send to these poor kids” Katy said.
“Aw-shucks, I'm not that big a deal, but I understand completely miss Katy, I'll be there before anyone else, and help them recover with some good wholesome food, a refreshing drink, and a little southern hospitality to boot!” Betsy assured.
“...Thank you, I, and the kids will really appreciate that, so I can count on you to start right away?” Katy asked.
“Of course! The sooner the better, thank you so much miss Katy!” Betsy thanked.
“Oh please, just call me Katy, I can tell we're gonna be really good friends Betsy” Katy said.
“As close as two peas in a pod!” Betsy agreed.
“So Betsy~ just out of curiosity, if your shoulders are hurting why don't you take this chance to see our doctor and see if she can help?” Katy asked.
“Aw~ it ain't no big deal, and besides the only cure came from my dad!” Betsy assured.
“Y-you're dad?” Katy asked.
“My dad was strong, and sweet as molasses! When I was just a few years younger, my pa would take me aside and I would sit on his lap, lay on his strong muscular chest and abs as he used his big, strong arms to rub my shoulders ever so gently. I cooed like a little kitten under his arms, and he made the pain go away...It would be nice to meet someone big and strong, and handsome~and ever so nice” Betsy swooned, almost drooling.
“I-I think I understand you better now Betsy, thank you for sharing that...Glad to have you on our team” Katy thanked.
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Name: Nirvana
Species: Arachne
Occupation: Head Seamstress/Tailor
Attributes: Highly talented, sadistic, secluded, fashionista
Appearance: Always up to date with the latest in fashion, she sews her own clothing to fit the trends and seasons. Long silver white hair a stark contrast to her black spider's body below her waist. Prefers dark clothing, and often dresses sensually when conditions are met. Prefers lacy lingerie, bustiers, and loose fitting robes of various violet, black, red, and blue. Has no particular dislikes save for the color green, and periwinkle, prefers evening gowns, tight leather, and anything to help display her large breasts. Her eyes are red and sharp with several smaller spider eyes on her forehead.
(Update: It has been noted that all her clothing regardless of who they are for, have an insignia described as a dark purple capital 'N' in front of a black spider web.)
“So Katy~ does my resume please you?” Nirvana replied with confidence and allure.
“Does it ever! I can't believe the daughter of one of the world's most talented fashion designers wishes to work for me...so you must understand why I'm hesitant to believe someone of your caliber would wish to work here” Katy asked.
“Believe me it wasn't my first pick, and I know I have a large selection of better options...” Nirvana began.
“T-that's cold...” Katy murmured losing her confidence.
“Mmm~but~ I must admit your Orphanage intrigued me, so far in the woods away from the public eye, but close enough to civilization to not burden you. The city itself isn't all that famous either considering how new it is. Why if your Orphanage hadn't set up here, no one would care about this place at all” Nirvana said.
“Y-you're really not making me feel any better about all this” Katy sighed.
“It's perfect for someone with my tastes! Why, I finally have a place to do what I want without a bunch of paparazzi, and competing designers annoying me to no end! Then there's the noise outside my bedroom; nothing but cars honking and blaring their lights. Why it was enough to drive me insane!” Nirvana replied.
“Oh! I see, so you're not the social type” Katy said.
“I am darling, but back where I was, no one cared what 'you' had to say, but rather what 'they' had to say. But I must admit I like being alone at times, it's where I can make my best ensembles” Nirvana said.
“That's great to hear! Most of our walls are sound-proof, and we are in a quiet little neck of the woods...but I must ask how you feel about working with children” Katy wondered.
“Kids? My mother had me, and that was enough for her...I feel I will be the same, but when I entered the room...seeing the kids greeting me with last years fashion...why I was almost in an uproar! I knew right then and there that this place needs me more than the fashion industry” Nirvana confessed.
“We didn't hire you, and yet we caught you already finishing half a dozen new clothes for the little ones using your own silk...perhaps you were meant to work with kids all along” Katy said.
“Oh? Why would you say that?” Nirvana asked, her eyes narrowing.
“W-well I just figured...y-you know, that besides the passion for fashion. Well I think deep down, you're a really sweet girl who wants to help those less fortunate than you” Katy said.
“...Really?” Nirvana asked crossing her arms.
“I do!” Katy replied smiling brightly.
“Really~?” Nirvana repeated.
“Y-yes?” Katy's smile lowered.
“...Are you certain?” Nirvana asked.
“Of course! I-I'm even giving you the job, you start next week if...you...like?” Katy asked.
Movement can be heard, at this point Nirvana walked beside Katy, her smile slowly fading.
“I just noticed your ensemble is looking a little lack-luster...it's been in my mind all afternoon since we first met” Nirvana's voice could barely be heard over the mic as she began to whisper.
“U-uh-w-well you'll quickly realize how much I like the classics” Katy laughed.
“You know, you Lamias tend to display your bellies in all your clothing, not that I mind, your waistline is something to be proud of after all” Nirvana said, the sound her lips being moistened by her tongue becomes audible.
“T-thank you! I like to exercise from time to time” Katy said.
“That's good, I think we'll get along just fine you and me...but one problem” Nirvana said.
“W-whatever could that be?” Katy asked.
“For you to assume that I'm such a sweet, and soft young woman out of the blue like that...well I can leave that unpunished. You know what they say about assuming it only makes an 'ass' out of 'u'” Nirvana replied.
The sound of silk being strung around her fingertips can be heard, as well as a soft yelp from Katy before she became muffled entirely.
Audio cuts to several minutes later. Fubuki is heard entering the room and finds Katy blindfolded, and gagged with silk, her breasts squeezed and wrapped by an outfit almost resembling knotted strings and fishnet, her tail wrapped in a coil as Nirvana plays and teases at her body.
Katy moans and squirms in her restraints, her body flushed with color and sweating as Nirvana continued to fondle her sensitive areas.
“Mmm~ such a delight, your tummy really is tight, but soft to the touch, you have to forgive me for this, but I can't help playing with my food” Nirvana said.
Nirvana's tongue licks lower and lower circling Katy's belly-button, and traveling down inches toward her nether regions until her sharp eyes stare at Fubuki.
“...I brought donuts...” Fubuki replied.
“...Okay...” Nirvana replied.
Katy moaned, and squirmed even harder attempting to grab Fubuki's attention.
“I'll just leave 'em in the break room” Fubuki replied before closing the door.
Katy's muffled cries of outrage and anger were quickly replaced with that of pleasure and ecstasy as Nirvana continue licking and suckling at Katy's body.
Name: Nirvana
Species: Arachne
Occupation: Head Seamstress/Tailor
Attributes: Highly talented, sadistic, secluded, fashionista
Appearance: Always up to date with the latest in fashion, she sews her own clothing to fit the trends and seasons. Long silver white hair a stark contrast to her black spider's body below her waist. Prefers dark clothing, and often dresses sensually when conditions are met. Prefers lacy lingerie, bustiers, and loose fitting robes of various violet, black, red, and blue. Has no particular dislikes save for the color green, and periwinkle, prefers evening gowns, tight leather, and anything to help display her large breasts. Her eyes are red and sharp with several smaller spider eyes on her forehead.
(Update: It has been noted that all her clothing regardless of who they are for, have an insignia described as a dark purple capital 'N' in front of a black spider web.)
“So Katy~ does my resume please you?” Nirvana replied with confidence and allure.
“Does it ever! I can't believe the daughter of one of the world's most talented fashion designers wishes to work for me...so you must understand why I'm hesitant to believe someone of your caliber would wish to work here” Katy asked.
“Believe me it wasn't my first pick, and I know I have a large selection of better options...” Nirvana began.
“T-that's cold...” Katy murmured losing her confidence.
“Mmm~but~ I must admit your Orphanage intrigued me, so far in the woods away from the public eye, but close enough to civilization to not burden you. The city itself isn't all that famous either considering how new it is. Why if your Orphanage hadn't set up here, no one would care about this place at all” Nirvana said.
“Y-you're really not making me feel any better about all this” Katy sighed.
“It's perfect for someone with my tastes! Why, I finally have a place to do what I want without a bunch of paparazzi, and competing designers annoying me to no end! Then there's the noise outside my bedroom; nothing but cars honking and blaring their lights. Why it was enough to drive me insane!” Nirvana replied.
“Oh! I see, so you're not the social type” Katy said.
“I am darling, but back where I was, no one cared what 'you' had to say, but rather what 'they' had to say. But I must admit I like being alone at times, it's where I can make my best ensembles” Nirvana said.
“That's great to hear! Most of our walls are sound-proof, and we are in a quiet little neck of the woods...but I must ask how you feel about working with children” Katy wondered.
“Kids? My mother had me, and that was enough for her...I feel I will be the same, but when I entered the room...seeing the kids greeting me with last years fashion...why I was almost in an uproar! I knew right then and there that this place needs me more than the fashion industry” Nirvana confessed.
“We didn't hire you, and yet we caught you already finishing half a dozen new clothes for the little ones using your own silk...perhaps you were meant to work with kids all along” Katy said.
“Oh? Why would you say that?” Nirvana asked, her eyes narrowing.
“W-well I just figured...y-you know, that besides the passion for fashion. Well I think deep down, you're a really sweet girl who wants to help those less fortunate than you” Katy said.
“...Really?” Nirvana asked crossing her arms.
“I do!” Katy replied smiling brightly.
“Really~?” Nirvana repeated.
“Y-yes?” Katy's smile lowered.
“...Are you certain?” Nirvana asked.
“Of course! I-I'm even giving you the job, you start next week if...you...like?” Katy asked.
Movement can be heard, at this point Nirvana walked beside Katy, her smile slowly fading.
“I just noticed your ensemble is looking a little lack-luster...it's been in my mind all afternoon since we first met” Nirvana's voice could barely be heard over the mic as she began to whisper.
“U-uh-w-well you'll quickly realize how much I like the classics” Katy laughed.
“You know, you Lamias tend to display your bellies in all your clothing, not that I mind, your waistline is something to be proud of after all” Nirvana said, the sound her lips being moistened by her tongue becomes audible.
“T-thank you! I like to exercise from time to time” Katy said.
“That's good, I think we'll get along just fine you and me...but one problem” Nirvana said.
“W-whatever could that be?” Katy asked.
“For you to assume that I'm such a sweet, and soft young woman out of the blue like that...well I can leave that unpunished. You know what they say about assuming it only makes an 'ass' out of 'u'” Nirvana replied.
The sound of silk being strung around her fingertips can be heard, as well as a soft yelp from Katy before she became muffled entirely.
Audio cuts to several minutes later. Fubuki is heard entering the room and finds Katy blindfolded, and gagged with silk, her breasts squeezed and wrapped by an outfit almost resembling knotted strings and fishnet, her tail wrapped in a coil as Nirvana plays and teases at her body.
Katy moans and squirms in her restraints, her body flushed with color and sweating as Nirvana continued to fondle her sensitive areas.
“Mmm~ such a delight, your tummy really is tight, but soft to the touch, you have to forgive me for this, but I can't help playing with my food” Nirvana said.
Nirvana's tongue licks lower and lower circling Katy's belly-button, and traveling down inches toward her nether regions until her sharp eyes stare at Fubuki.
“...I brought donuts...” Fubuki replied.
“...Okay...” Nirvana replied.
Katy moaned, and squirmed even harder attempting to grab Fubuki's attention.
“I'll just leave 'em in the break room” Fubuki replied before closing the door.
Katy's muffled cries of outrage and anger were quickly replaced with that of pleasure and ecstasy as Nirvana continue licking and suckling at Katy's body.
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Name: Mizari
Species: Oomukade
Oocupation: Underground Caretaker
Attributes: Socially awkward, lonely, gloomy, gothic appeal
Appearance: Black, violet, and in some cases blue seem to be her main colors in her style, so much so that she blends rather well in dim areas with little to no light. Hair done in a long, wiry black with next to no accessories. Heavy black make-up consisting of eyeliner, mascara; has been rumored to wear red, or black lipstick on dates, but so far that hasn't been proven yet. Clothing of choice usually involves something long and flowing with a thick, or frilly upper half to cover her very small bust; seems to be self conscious about it. Clothing ranges from yukatas, to evening gowns, all in black, or violet, her lower half consisting of a long black millipede body with length rivaling that of most Lamias.
“Let us begin, don't look so worried little one. I haven't said no to you yet” Katy the Echidna assured.
“S-s-sorry...I-I never made it this far in an application” Mizari replied.
“Did you have other applications on hand?” Katy asked.
“Well, I wrote several but no one seemed interested...*sigh~* sometimes I wonder if I was better off staying home all day...” Mizari sighed
“Oh...well that's too bad, um~ so! You're applying for the job as a caretaker? I must be honest, you don't seem all that...excited for the job” Katy said.
“I-I am! U-um, well with all my string of bad luck I just didn't think you'd even give me the time of day...but I have some...experience with kids” Mizari said.
“Well there's that, were you one of those teenage babysitters? Or maybe you worked in a nursing home?” Katy asked.
“...No, nothing like that, I watched over my little cousins, and nephews is all” Mizari murmured.
“...Listen little one, I think you might have underestimated the importance of this career choice. I mean there's so many various children and some of them can be a little...intimidating, but in a cute way!” Katy said.
“...Oh...I see, maybe you're right...” Mizari lost hope.
“If you don't mind, how did babysitting your family work out?” Katy asked.
“Well, you know what they say, 'it's all fun and games until a Hell-Hound tears your clothes off'...kufufu~” Mizari joked.
“...Pardon? Hell-Hound? You've handled their kind before?” Katy asked.
“Y-yes, from my distant uncle's side, and after that I watched over a couple of Were-bat triplets, you know the rumor about feeding them after midnight? It's very true” Mizari warned.
“Were-bats too! Care to give me a few more examples?” Katy was starting to sound interested.
“My Dark Slime Niece from my sister side just a few months ago...oh, and there was that time I was in High School, and my grand-mother needed help watching over little Rin-rin...she's an Ushi-Oni, and during the Summer I'd watch for a few Oomukades like me from my second, cousin, twice removed...she's very fragile” Mizari explained.
Katy took it all in, tapping her chin and looking Mizari over in a new light.
“And they are all living normal, none raping innocent men lives?” Katy asked.
“H-huh? Um~ yeah, they seem to listen to me...guess they feel sorry for me or something” Mizari murmured.
“Interesting...you know Mizari, we have a lot of...untamed children, but children nonetheless that need families and love...would you be interested in offering your talent to domesticate and tame our more dangerous kids?” Katy asked.
“Talent? You really think I have talent!?” Mizari squealed in a rather high pitch, her face flushed and her breathing getting heavy.
“E-eh~ yes, calm down now, don't get too excited” Katy tried to settle her down.
Mizari blinked and quickly retreated shrinking back, even her lower millipede half curling a bit.
“I-I'm sorry...” Mizari murmured.
“It's fine-it's fine...tell you what, you're hired, I'll show you to the underground, I'm actually a little curious to see how you work” Katy was getting giddy.
Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, causing both girl to turn their heads.
“Oh sorry, I forgot I have a carpenterr building us a few new playthings for the kids...uh! Come in please!” Katy quickly said.
The door opened revealing a rugged man with short, spiky hair and soft green eyes, almost immediately Mizari stood rigid as her heart began to beat ten times a second.
“Hey, Kaitlyn-” the man began.
“Just call me Katy, it makes me feel younger” Katy smiled at the handsome man while Mizari was beginning to sweat.
“Just wanted to make sure I have your permission before I start” the man assured.
“Oh please go ahead, and don't worry the kids won't bother you-oh! Did you meet our new caretaker Mizari?” Katy introduced.
Mizari's eyes widen, her lips quivered, and she began to shake uncontrollably as she struggled to remain calm.
“Mizari...that's a really pretty name, it's nice to...meet...you?” The man began but soon felt the awkwardness.
Mizari slowly, very slowly turned her head, her body shaking more and more as she finally made eye contact, her pupils like needles as her smile was wide, and a little lopsided, her long straight black hair now a mess from the shaking alone.
“H-hi~guh-uh-mmm-n-nieh~” Mizari squeaked out, roughly translated she was trying to say; 'hi, nice to meet you'.
“W-well um, so if you need me Kaitl-Katy, I'll just get to it then...um nice meeting...you” the man awkwardly reply before closing the door.
Mizari stared back at the closed door, and slowly turned to Katy, her eyes watery, her frown evident as her flushed face was begging for some sort of hopeful response that maybe, just maybe she didn't act like a total nut-job.
…
Katy sighed and shook her head.
Mizari slumped her head on the table, her soft sobbing evident as she had once again failed to make even the slightest kind of conversation with a cute guy.
“I-It's gonna be alright little one...um, there's plenty of fish in the sea, so! You know! W-while you're still young, just...um...learn to fish? I-I guess...” Katy didn't know what to say as she was slowly petting her to soothe the sobbing Mizari who is to be her new caretaker.
Name: Mizari
Species: Oomukade
Oocupation: Underground Caretaker
Attributes: Socially awkward, lonely, gloomy, gothic appeal
Appearance: Black, violet, and in some cases blue seem to be her main colors in her style, so much so that she blends rather well in dim areas with little to no light. Hair done in a long, wiry black with next to no accessories. Heavy black make-up consisting of eyeliner, mascara; has been rumored to wear red, or black lipstick on dates, but so far that hasn't been proven yet. Clothing of choice usually involves something long and flowing with a thick, or frilly upper half to cover her very small bust; seems to be self conscious about it. Clothing ranges from yukatas, to evening gowns, all in black, or violet, her lower half consisting of a long black millipede body with length rivaling that of most Lamias.
“Let us begin, don't look so worried little one. I haven't said no to you yet” Katy the Echidna assured.
“S-s-sorry...I-I never made it this far in an application” Mizari replied.
“Did you have other applications on hand?” Katy asked.
“Well, I wrote several but no one seemed interested...*sigh~* sometimes I wonder if I was better off staying home all day...” Mizari sighed
“Oh...well that's too bad, um~ so! You're applying for the job as a caretaker? I must be honest, you don't seem all that...excited for the job” Katy said.
“I-I am! U-um, well with all my string of bad luck I just didn't think you'd even give me the time of day...but I have some...experience with kids” Mizari said.
“Well there's that, were you one of those teenage babysitters? Or maybe you worked in a nursing home?” Katy asked.
“...No, nothing like that, I watched over my little cousins, and nephews is all” Mizari murmured.
“...Listen little one, I think you might have underestimated the importance of this career choice. I mean there's so many various children and some of them can be a little...intimidating, but in a cute way!” Katy said.
“...Oh...I see, maybe you're right...” Mizari lost hope.
“If you don't mind, how did babysitting your family work out?” Katy asked.
“Well, you know what they say, 'it's all fun and games until a Hell-Hound tears your clothes off'...kufufu~” Mizari joked.
“...Pardon? Hell-Hound? You've handled their kind before?” Katy asked.
“Y-yes, from my distant uncle's side, and after that I watched over a couple of Were-bat triplets, you know the rumor about feeding them after midnight? It's very true” Mizari warned.
“Were-bats too! Care to give me a few more examples?” Katy was starting to sound interested.
“My Dark Slime Niece from my sister side just a few months ago...oh, and there was that time I was in High School, and my grand-mother needed help watching over little Rin-rin...she's an Ushi-Oni, and during the Summer I'd watch for a few Oomukades like me from my second, cousin, twice removed...she's very fragile” Mizari explained.
Katy took it all in, tapping her chin and looking Mizari over in a new light.
“And they are all living normal, none raping innocent men lives?” Katy asked.
“H-huh? Um~ yeah, they seem to listen to me...guess they feel sorry for me or something” Mizari murmured.
“Interesting...you know Mizari, we have a lot of...untamed children, but children nonetheless that need families and love...would you be interested in offering your talent to domesticate and tame our more dangerous kids?” Katy asked.
“Talent? You really think I have talent!?” Mizari squealed in a rather high pitch, her face flushed and her breathing getting heavy.
“E-eh~ yes, calm down now, don't get too excited” Katy tried to settle her down.
Mizari blinked and quickly retreated shrinking back, even her lower millipede half curling a bit.
“I-I'm sorry...” Mizari murmured.
“It's fine-it's fine...tell you what, you're hired, I'll show you to the underground, I'm actually a little curious to see how you work” Katy was getting giddy.
Suddenly a knock on the door was heard, causing both girl to turn their heads.
“Oh sorry, I forgot I have a carpenterr building us a few new playthings for the kids...uh! Come in please!” Katy quickly said.
The door opened revealing a rugged man with short, spiky hair and soft green eyes, almost immediately Mizari stood rigid as her heart began to beat ten times a second.
“Hey, Kaitlyn-” the man began.
“Just call me Katy, it makes me feel younger” Katy smiled at the handsome man while Mizari was beginning to sweat.
“Just wanted to make sure I have your permission before I start” the man assured.
“Oh please go ahead, and don't worry the kids won't bother you-oh! Did you meet our new caretaker Mizari?” Katy introduced.
Mizari's eyes widen, her lips quivered, and she began to shake uncontrollably as she struggled to remain calm.
“Mizari...that's a really pretty name, it's nice to...meet...you?” The man began but soon felt the awkwardness.
Mizari slowly, very slowly turned her head, her body shaking more and more as she finally made eye contact, her pupils like needles as her smile was wide, and a little lopsided, her long straight black hair now a mess from the shaking alone.
“H-hi~guh-uh-mmm-n-nieh~” Mizari squeaked out, roughly translated she was trying to say; 'hi, nice to meet you'.
“W-well um, so if you need me Kaitl-Katy, I'll just get to it then...um nice meeting...you” the man awkwardly reply before closing the door.
Mizari stared back at the closed door, and slowly turned to Katy, her eyes watery, her frown evident as her flushed face was begging for some sort of hopeful response that maybe, just maybe she didn't act like a total nut-job.
…
Katy sighed and shook her head.
Mizari slumped her head on the table, her soft sobbing evident as she had once again failed to make even the slightest kind of conversation with a cute guy.
“I-It's gonna be alright little one...um, there's plenty of fish in the sea, so! You know! W-while you're still young, just...um...learn to fish? I-I guess...” Katy didn't know what to say as she was slowly petting her to soothe the sobbing Mizari who is to be her new caretaker.
