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In another timeline, in another world Chaldea stood alone as a bastion for humanity, a last hope for the world after it was incinerated, and even furthermore after mankind was erased. A valiant master stood nearly alone against incomprehensible forces, with only a few chosen servants at his side. There is a story that tells of its fate, unwinding as we speak. It is a tale of virtue and sacrifice, of darkness and overcoming despair.
This Chaldea, this story hews closely to that tale, yet, retains its own nature. This is not the story of a grand order, this is the story of a grand city. This is the story of a city that has withstood time immemorial. Mages might have been getting rarer over the years, but magecraft and magic still ran strong within the city. It was a bastion for their kind, and while non-mages were allowed to live in the city as staff and assistants to the mages, it was clear that mages were considered a slight step above at least. Of course, there was a reason for this.
Singularities.
These anomalies of time and space flared up into existence some time ago, with Chaldea being formed as a city to first safeguard humans from these distortions. No one knew what they were at first, only that they came, swallowed up parts of the world, and left leaving devastation in their wake. It took brave mages to venture forth into one and come back alive to tell the tale of what they were. Singularities were portals to another period of time, almost always the past. Monsters, demons, and other supernatural forces were rampant, a clear sign that something had been going wrong in these distortions and that unless stopped at their root, they would continue to destroy the world bit by bit. Thankfully, mages had an answer to their problems.
The servant system was initially used by magekind as a locus for the Grail War, a now outdated and dangerous war where 7 mages summoned a servant each, and fought one another for the chance to obtain a wish from the holy grail. Chaldeas energy source was the heart of the city, and through its creation, Mages were able to summon servants to their beck and call as aids and assistants. And now, as their allies in fighting back against the singularities. Of course, it was still rather dangerous to attempt to do so alone, so mages often worked with the strongest servants they could.
This is the story of one Goh Kasuga.
Morning within the city happened as it always did, the buzzing of alarms, the steady brew of coffee for many, and preparing for the long day ahead. As Kasuga was just a spare hire for Chaldea, he was expected to work with other mages as an assistant and accomplice, including in singularities. Of course, he was not alone. His ever ready assistant, Mash Kyrelight, was something of an anomaly herself. A human with the abilities of a servant. This made managing her mana and powers easier. Not much was known about her past even to herself, other than that she was seemingly born with a connection to some sort of servant. All the same, she was a true and powerful ally, shielding the young Kasuga from monster and magic with a shield even taller than she was!
Dressed in the simple lab coat, stockings, and black shirt, Mash stood outside the door to Kasuga’s room with a slightly pouty expression on her lip. Kasuga may not have heard the alarm go off, or perhaps he had shut it off manually. Either way, the young but curvy woman took a deep sigh, and knocked loudly against the door to his room. Senpai! Its time to wake up! Senpai, it was almost always what the lavender haired and eyes woman called Kasuga. It was a beautiful morning in Chaldea, the equivalent of spring, and despite the threat of looming singularities, people held hope for the future.<|end|> | Goh rolled out of bed, the messy bed head of his unkempt mage, if Olga saw him, he bet she would blow a blood vessel. He was after all, a very low-class bottom-of-the-barrel kinda mage. Surely those with the blood of great mages past were more respected, with their large family lineages dating back hundreds of thousands of eons ago. Rising awake, Goh Kasuga, age 21, rose from his sleep sounding like an absolute zombie. He wasn't a morning person, and the bright sun billowing through the opened doorway was causing his forehead veins to pulse. Rising from his bed, the door would open on its own; it was likely loose and he hadn't bothered locking it. When the door was opened and she could see the figure rising from his bed, he was well... shirtless, and then as the covers pulled back even more, he was tall... like he had long legs and long arms, and they were in decent shape. He played a bit of ball in his college days before that all went to hell in a handbasket.
"Oh, Mashu... right..." The blankets parting and he stood up obliviously, as he rose to his feet. "Mmmm coffee..." He muttered like a zombie then walking dick swinging between his legs ever so visibly. To grab up the discarded clothing on the floor, he didn't exactly arrive with much to begin with. Goh stood around 6'2 was decently handsome probably if he wasn't so scowly in the morning, his frame suggesting he was a bit of a basketball player in his past time. Pale skin, red hair that was clearly dyed as one could see the color fading in places a bit. Grabbing up some old boxers off the floor, and then pulling on some pants, scouring the room with his eyes for the pesky socks. Still completely unaware he had so casually just flaunted himself in front of Mashu like that until his long-sleeve black t-shirt and his white jacket were pulled over his shoulders clearly taking a divergent of time at this point. Grabbing socks then shoes... "Oh should probably slather on some Deo..." He reached into a duffle bag and did that real quick. Before he rose to his feet and walked forward.
Goh Kasuga was thus dressed as he was ever going to be for the day, or until he stopped off and got some coffee..
"Morning Mash." He'd just seemingly mutter out of the blue. Blinking several times, as he was feeling his brain starting up finally as his slightly red colored eyes look to the small diminutive teenager just outside his door. As he thus stood in front of her now. On the night stand by his bed was a strange looking alarm analog coo coo clock, it was unplugged... Da Vinci probably gave it to them because they had run out of alarm clocks when he got here. But the thing was so noisy he had to unplug it half way through the night and thus now here he was waking up probably an hour later then he intended. Goh rested his frame against the door frame looking beyond Mash seeing the bright sunny day ahead of them.
Chaldea City was made using some advanced level magic, and the architecture borrowed from various parts of Europe and sort of had a multicultural style to it. Admittedly though he was in the lower side of the city, because he was poor, and not from a big fancy mage family who got mansions and the like on the upper streets. Still it wasn't so bad, there was almost never really a reason to not be able to walk from some place to the other.. and even if they needed too get somewhere there were convenient teleporter pads around the place so someone could just instantly move to a specified location, once they were given the specialized device mages were allowed they were like badges and cellphones but had other magical properties too.<|end|> |
Asuka Langley Soryu wasn't entirely sure what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in the cockpit of her Evangelion, she was in combat, an Angel that used some kind of weird energy attack against her. Like she'd done many times before she had focused energy into her AT field in order to defend herself, but something unusual had happened. When the energy had struck her field it seemed to react somehow, some kind of strange rip appearing in the air, like a rip in the fabric of reality itself that had grown and swallowed her up in a flash of light. After that Asuka remembered nothing but strange flashes, glimpses of places radically different from Tokyo-3 that lasted only an instant, long enough to know they were there but not long enough to commit any detail to memory. She'd lost track of how long that had gone on for, until finally she had found herself here, and wherever here was it most certainly wasn't Tokyo-3.
As Asuka slowly sat up, groaning as she rubbed at her head, she glanced around to find herself sitting in a puddle of LCL on the top of a large rock. Her surroundings were anything but city like, in fact it didn't look like there was any signs of civilization in any direction. She could see jungles, mountains, even what looked like a volcano in the distance, smoke billowing from the top menacingly. The sounds didn't sound like the tranquil birds and small animals she was used to, no, all she could hear were distant roars and thundering bellows that sounded more like they were from some kind of monster than any animal she'd ever encountered.
"Wh-what? Where am I...?" Asuka slowly got down from the rock, wincing slightly, the skintight plugsuit offered little protection against the rough, gravely ground she now found herself on. Even worse this place was extremely hot and extremely humid, and the plugsuit simply wasn't meant to handle this kind of temperature, meaning she was hotter than hell. Unfortunately taking the plugsuit off wasn't exactly an option given that it was the only thing she was wearing.
"Ok...stay calm girl. Just stay calm. If I stay around here someone's bound to come looking for me and find me...right?" She took a slow, deep breath to try and calm herself, looking around again to try and spot something, anything, that seemed even remotely familiar.<|end|> | Emerging from a nearby tree line would be something Asuka would at least recognize. It was a man...or something that looked like one at least. Tall and lanky, with quite a lot of hair. He had tanned skin, long and flowing brown hair and was quite muscular and in shape. In his hands he held what appeared to be a rudimentary spear with a stone tip and a large club carved out of wood. It was now very clear she wasn't in Tokyo anymore.
As the man emerged from the treeline, Asuka would notice something else as well. He wasn't wearing any clothes. This revealed his form fully to her, including his rather large but unerect cock. It was much larger than anything she had glimpsed so far in her life. He circled around her, curious at her. She could make a break for it if she tried, but he was eyeing her, the way a hunter eyed its prey....He licked his lips hungrily...but more in a lustful manner than one of real hunger. He motioned for her to approach him, grunting at a spot on the ground in front of him. It seemed he only knew rudimentary communication.<|end|> |
It had been a feat that no one believed possible, including the leader of the Greil Mercenaries himself, Ike. The recent incident between the goddesses Yune and Ashera, as well as the Tower of Guidance, had all been completely resolved. All the chaos and disorder that had been contributing to those three very major factors had been ended. Now, peace had reigned over the continent of Tellius. Many of his comrades had insisted he leave; not permanently, of course. The idea was more akin to a vacation, a very long one at that rate. To say that Ike had been incredibly reluctant at first was quite the understatement. Still, everyone - Soren and Titania especially - had all insisted he not only needed it but deserved it.
Ike had thought long and hard on this and decided that, even if the thought of leaving his home nation was an odd if not unnerving one, everyone within the mercenaries was otherwise correct. Before the goddesses and Tower had been calmed, there had been so many other things he and the other fighters had endured. It was a miracle in itself no one among his group had gone insane, truthfully.
One long year had passed since he parted ways and took his temporary vacation. Now, Ike was more than eager to return. At the moment, he was specifically heading towards Felirae, an area within the region of Crimea. The boat he had been riding on in order to return finally bumped gently against the soil. A soft, content sigh passed Ike's parted lips.
"Finally," he murmured as he stepped off the water-crossing form of transportation and back onto land once more, "you're home again."
Not that the vacation had been bad, mind you. In fact, it had been refreshing to get away from all the bandits or other forms of violence and chaos. At the same time, however, Ike had felt .. lost. He had everything a man could want; glory, some of the most powerful blades in all of existence, equally strong friends and comrades. Yet, despite the long list of things he had, the mercenary couldn't help but feel as if he were still missing something.
He paused after taking a few steps off the boat, trying quickly to think on what it may or may not be. When no immediate answer came to him, he gently waved a hand through the air.
"Probably nothing," he decided. Or, if it was, he'd figure it out later on. Until then, there was no sense dwelling on it.
The faintest hint of a smile crossed his face as the familiar sight of trees and sounds of nature caught his ears and eyes. But perhaps more than the scenery, he had dearly missed his friends. With the hopes of being able to have a reunion soon enough, his footsteps quickened as he continued to guide himself through the forest and towards the city of Felirae.
Meanwhile, within the woods of Arbor, another figure was having their own trek through the forest. Were anyone nearby, they would hear frantic gasps and pants. The sounds alone would have easily spelled out they belonged to a woman, one with a mission.
The past several days had not been friendly to her. She didn't understand why, but all she knew were the facts. And as they were, soldiers from Crimea had been chasing her.
"You're cursed," the eighteen-year-old maiden insisted. "You always have been! What other logic is there?!"
As the woman began to think more on the possibility, her fists clenched angrily. She had always appeared to have an aura of sorts around her. Even from the days of her childhood, she had been stared at. But it wasn't her chest like many would assume; well, not always. No. The most dominant areas, actually, were the odd marks upon her shoulders.
They themselves were an odd set of, as far as she could assume, tattoos. But what really made them weird was she never asked for them. So, essentially, she had managed to deduce she had been born with them.
But that didn't make sense at all to the mage. People were born with other things. Tattoos? She'd never heard of such a thing. There had been many times Selune had tried to insist she just misjudged the markings upon her shoulders. But no matter how many times she looked at them, the wind mage couldn't call them anything else. They were certainly not birthmarks, cuts, bruises, nothing else that would seem appropriate. No, they were definitely tattoos.
A frustrated sigh elicited from the young mage's lips as her head shook from side to side, causing some raven locks to fall in front of her face.
"The hell with that! None of that matters for now!" she reminded herself, moving the few bangs that had fallen in front of her blue eyes away as she glanced behind her.
From what she could see - or couldn't, at that rate - Selune seemed to be in the clear. Had she finally lost those damned soldiers who had been so persistent on chasing her down?
"I hope so," she weakly murmured, beginning to slow her run down as the pace began to shift to a light jog instead. "Stubborn bastards. If they wanna arrest me, they should say what I've done wrong. Damned fools ... "
But even if only for now, she appeared to be safe which was good. She didn't want her instincts to act up once more. And with how tired poor Selune was, she would not run. No, she was in no state to. If anyone tried to approach her in an aggressive way, her magic would begin to act up on its own. Normally, this wouldn't be bad. But without having been properly trained, the winds would no doubt get out of control. They had done so once before. Push was coming to shove, as the old saying went. Not only would the winds be stronger than last time, they may not stop unless someone made her, be it in the form of knocking her unconscious or via some other method.<|end|> | Katlynn finally worked up the courage to leave that boring village of hers. She had dreamed of this every day since her mother died and left her alone with the other villagers who tended to avoid her. It had been so hard taking care of herself when no one wanted to sell anything to her! So she learned to hunt, she learned the basics of survival...she had studied the map of Tellius time and time again and today she just felt ready!
It might also have to do with the fact that she had been chased out of her mother's home by an angry mob. She really hadn't done anything, but the village had been missing a few things and they automatically assumed she was responsible! Just because she had found a band of no good vagabonds and stole from them, did not mean she stole from her own people! Well, she supposed it was fair of them to judge her after she suddenly got a pouch filled with gold pieces. Still...they were ready to chase her away and they needed very little reason to do so.
Why? Well, she was different. She was the daughter of a king! A Raven King! Her mother always told her stories about her father and how handsome and charming he was. But his people needed him, and he flew away without ever coming back. Perhaps she was just hoping that if she stayed there long enough, he'd come for her.
"Girl!" A voice pierced in the air, and she turned. Huh...a trio of familiar-looking bandits. Oh...she should probably take out her bow right now. "Don't move. You look like someone who took something from us a few nights ago...We're going to inspect you now..." They gave her perverted stares, and that was her cue. She immediately drew her bow and an arrow, which caused them to immediately run after her. Ah, she was no good at close range...
Soren had been traveling for some time now. He felt like he was lost. Perhaps he should take out the map and look at it again? Sometimes this happened when he had his nose in his books while he walked. He stopped in his tracks when he heard someone. A girl. Gasping and panting for air. Hmm. Should he attempt to investigate? Ike would probably do so. It was, after all, probably the right thing to do. And the mage really liked to follow the ideals of his former leader. Well, he was still their leader...but he was gone. Enjoying some peace and quiet from all the political affairs involving the nations.
Hmm. More noises? He heard the sound of clattering armor in the distance, and he turned to face the direction of sound. A few soldiers approached him, their weapons pointed threateningly at the Sage. "You! Have you seen a girl with black hair running around here? And strange tattoos on her shoulders?"
It didn't take a genius to know who they were looking for. Though something told Soren not to tell them where she was. He could be helping a criminal for all he knew, if he decided to lead them away. Still...he didn't really have any loyalty to these rowdy-looking soldiers with their sticks pointed at him. He pointed the opposite direction of where he had heard the girl. Just because. They immediately left him alone, and once they were out of sight he started walking towards the direction of that pathetic sounding voice.
"Ah. Found you." Soren knew she was there, her back pressed against a tree. "You know, you should probably be more quiet if you want to hide."<|end|> |
Death was a funny thing really, especially now that Azula was actually faced with it protruding from her chest. Twenty years. A mere two decades was her tenure upon this world, in which time she had triumphed, failed, been exalted, and disgraced. Now all of her time seemed to be measured in seconds and minutes instead of years and decades. It wasn't as painful as she had first imagined it would be, though that was a tiny pittance of compensation for the crimson liquid she saw pooling up from the cold steel planted firmly in her chest. All she could do was stare at it at first.
This wasn't how it was supposed to end. Killed by the blade of some frightened halfwit thief a couple of years her junior and vastly inferior in skill. The frightened look on his youthful face was almost comical. She wondered how he might react knowing just who it was he had stabbed through the heart with his little knife. For her it was a mix of comedy and horror that settled over her mind, a sharp barking chuckle escaping her lips along with a mist of red droplets. There was no honor in this, no glory in a death in an alleyway in some backwater part of the Earth Kingdom.
The edges of her vision were starting to give way into darkness. Fear replaced the confusing swirl of emotions within her as she crumpled to the ground, her breaths coming out in progressively shallow and labored gasps. She didn't want to die. She didn't deserve to die like this! All she had ever done was to please her father, every atrocity, every life taken; it was all for his approval and for her nation. No, instead her brother, a sentimental fool who could never do a single thing right in his life ruled her people and she got to die alone in the Earth Kingdom.
As the darkness came over her more and more oppressively, she mentally cursed Zuko, that water tribe bitch, the Avatar, her mother, even Agni. Those that had ruined her life and reduced her to this most ignominious of ends. The man that had killed her had run from her collapsed form in terror, didn't even rob her soon-to-be corpse. What an utterly incompetent thief, her killer should have possessed more spine than that. She couldn't bring herself to curse him; he was merely a catalyst that brought about her ultimate humiliation.
She didn't deserve to die, not like this!
Not like this...Not<|end|> | Thus, in a small back alley in a forgotten town in the Earth Kingdom, Azula, the former princess of the Fire Nation, died. She didn't even get a proper funeral; one of the local guards found the corpse and buried her in an unmarked grave in the cemetery nearby. None would visit the unmarked grave, and her brother remained on the throne that was meant for her. Azula's friends were happy without her, one standing proudly next to Zuko while the other pretended to be one of those pitiful warriors they masqueraded as to bring the Earth Kingdom down.
The darkness eternal and peaceful felt like nothing but the ocean all around Azula. Tossed about like a cork before its might, the Spirit World claimed its newest addition. The unconscious form of Azula's spirit floated along the surface of actual water within the afterlife. A fitting entrance of irony for one who had the power of fire at her fingertips. However, as the creatures of the Spirit World dispersed at the sight of a small black sloop sailing the waters and recovering Azula's sleeping form, it would seem fate had a new plan for her.
"Oh look at her..." Azula heard a whisper as the first thing to register was the chill against her nude form. "You said you found her just adrift? Hmm impressive indeed." The pressure from the shackles suspending her wrists above her head and keeping her feet spread-eagle style. "Just by those massive pieces of flesh I think she will be perfect." The voice said again before a soft warm hand groped Azula's bare breast.
As her eyes cracked open to locate her molester, Azula was greeted by the sight of a woman. This woman, however, was perhaps the most beautiful Azula had ever seen. Long red hair that pulled down to her waist, an unusual trait for a world populated with dark-haired citizens, creamy white skin that gave off a brief glow from the lighting within the prison cell Azula was suspended in, giving off an ethereal appearance that complimented the pink kimono the woman was wearing.
"Oh good morning," the woman purred, seeing Azula wake as she rolled the pink nipple between her fingers. "Welcome to the after life how are you today?" She asked with such a sweet tone that it gave off an air of uncertainty as brown eyes stared into hazel. "I hope you are ready for your new life." She said.<|end|> |
It had all been a mistake...
Cheyenne wasn't quite certain just where everything had gone wrong and was still trying to figure out where her miscalculation was. The Jedi wasn't used to failure, only victory or standstills. She was caught off guard by the fact that she was about to lose, her allies were falling one by one. She had given the signal to retreat back where they had come from, but mines went off, destroying her back line as well. She kept trying to think of other paths out, to bring some sort of victory to the Rebels, to save her comrades! Another blaster fire whizzed by her and she heard the cry of a man fall to the ground, dead.
This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out.
They encircled her, believing that they could kill her with numbers, she would prove them wrong. She began slicing through their numbers, their army backing up. Maybe there would be a victory in this, if only Cheyenne could get out.
Before she could even try to though, the ground shifted from under her unexpectedly and she began to drop. The army stopped firing upon her the moment that it shifted, and that was when Cheyenne suddenly realized what her miscalculation was. It had been her. The army hadn't been put there to kill her Military, they had been there to capture her. It was obvious now since she had fallen for the trap, cut down their pawns, only for them to lead her right into the falling ground and them abruptly stop firing. Who's commands were these though? Who had outsmarted her? A General of the Rebellion who's prestige was renowned through the galaxy...
That was it again, she miscalculated herself. She had made her presence known, wanting to mark her victories and take her claim for her wins. It rallied troops around her, but it also held grudges and enemies against her. They knew of her at that point. She had been the mistake.
She dropped with a crouch, turning to the presence that she sensed. Deep blue eyes that looked almost green glared in the shadows though she couldn't see. This was the one, he had been the one that had calculated for her to be arrogant enough to keep fighting in the battles, to take arms in the front line even though her presence was well known through the Empire as the Jedi scum that gave them trouble.
Lights slowly flicked on, first at her feet and then steadily moving towards the other person in the room. She had been right about her assumption of it being a man - he had been waiting for her. His head was bowed so she could only see the crown of horns upon his head. But as he rose to look at her, smirk at his victory of trapping the Jedi, she could feel the dark side radiating from him. He had been able to cloak himself? Most impressive. Cheyenne sort of recognized him, he had been one of the few that she had tarnished the Empire's plans for.
Glaring at him, she ignited her lightsaber and took her stance - she wasn't going down easy if he was going to fight fair.<|end|> | Coerced into failures of the fleeting past only spiraling indirectly into erupting racially as a Zabrak's known self-assuredness; prompting a berserker physiology oozing complete animalistic fury. Drakron held prestige amongst the elite of the Empire, forgoing the christening names Sith are accustomed towards seizing after the metamorphism. Attunement over one's mental attributes paralleling to the traits strengthening this beast by raw emotion. Deep immersion to the gifts of the dark side were symbolized immeasurably by the trademark corruption of luminous, sulfuric yellow hues tracing over the form of his Jedi prey. A Zabrak nightbrother held no contempt, only acclamation for his origins despite feelings he was taken as some exotic barbarian warrior-slave for the Emperor himself. Neglecting repressed opinions, a barbarous grin psyched for glorious combat listening to the wailing and screams of dead rebels by the cumulative streams of red lasers emitting from E-11 blaster rifles the Stormtroopers fired with reckless abandon.
Witnessing the vulnerable surface rattled, he patiently though expressing an virtue even partially associated for placid action was an unfortunate forgery of his intentions for his prey. A stratagem befitting for a formidable force sensitive as herself, Drakron kept his blood lust famished when such subtleties became significant, though to the rebel's fortunes he relied on his own skills versus larger scale skirmishes with complexities involved. An abundance of capable combatants from both sides of the conflict never beheld a specimen of his stature, towering warriors with an staggering height of seven feet tall with protruding obsidian colored horns fashioned like a crown secured over the dark brown complexion harmonizing with the motif of sheer terror masked with blackened tribal tattoos of the planet Dathomir amplified further by highlighting the tattoos with red scarification marks adorned in his perverse version of glory and perhaps a hint of masochism. Shirtless with armor allocating near the Cestus like gloves, bracers, even braces near the dark cloth of his pants, he represented the martial warrior of the ancient times.
" Decided running not worth dead comrades? "
The dialect was chalky in pronouncing words within the confines of comprehend, utilizing the most prevalent of languages known as basic or galactic standard. Brawny, infused by the passion of a challenge and other horrific imagery amassed in the horned skull of this venomous creature of importance to his military. Cheyenne's lightsaber once conjured painted vivid supposition over the details of past battles. A lightsaber burned marked the left corner of his face where eyebrows would be positioned should his species really bore hair, another greeting flesh through the bicep and an invisible one cloaked by clothing through the right upper thigh. Anxious to test her fighting prowess after an extended vacation away from each other, the Zabrak would finally exact revenge in a style only suitable for his species and the disciplines of the dark side itself. Diverting into a mantra emulating a mirrored sentiment of the former Jedi order, its served for psychological warfare and heightening himself mentally for the duel ready to commence between two practitioners of the force.
" Peace is a lie, there is only PASSION!!!
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall free me. "
Weight began to distribute between the staggering feet of the martial sith, fixated at width approximately at the shoulder. Aligning them accordingly, she eavesdrop upon these antics prior to combat itself, both feet angled slightly to the side and the knees should be facing in the same direction of the feet; never flatfooted. Hands adhered to about temple level, back slightly hunched, and most important having elbows raised to safeguard the chest. Manufacturing a distinguishing fighting style of unarmed combat with the capabilities of a sith warrior made this brute versatile and incredibly lethal. Muscles swelled, though trained eyes could watch the force manifest throughout his core with controlled breathing.
Literally the calm before the blood stained storm, Drakron's hunger grew insatiable the longer he stood composed. Unknowingly this effect struck at a Force-user's energy and metabolism, pulling out all the weapons for the long ride. Assuming the usual stance, his right foot rose above his towering height before slamming his armored boot forward; appearing akin to a blur. Masking telegraphed maneuvers, a powerful current of kinetic energy surging through the might of the sith targeted the midsection, soaring like laser fire and crashing like the fury of a Wookie tackling an adversary.
" Peace is a lie, there is only PASSION!!!<|end|> |
Miles was a mess, he could admit that to himself. Four months ago he had been dating the woman of his dreams - a cute blonde, smart and funny - and he hadn't needed to hide any part of his life from her. Now he was lying back in his home, his room a mess. To say he had taken the breakup hard would be an understatement filled with empty pizza boxes and broken dreams. He kept scrolling through old pictures on his phone, of soft blond hair, blue eyes, and a wondrous pale body. Every time he looked at the images of Gwen Stacy, he felt pathetic.
And it wasn't like he could just call her. Well, he could, but if he punched in her phone number in this dimension, he would get a different Gwen - one who had been through a lot already when she had watched her family be hurt time and time again by the collective problem.
Peter Parker.
Yet he couldn't exactly bring himself to have anger towards Peter. There was a lot more shared history between him and Gwen, her picking him made sense, but at the same time it had crushed Miles. He was currently lying on his bed, his spider suit half on as he wore only the shirt part, with the pants part on the floor showing only boxers. His mask was next to his pillow as he lay back, his eyes glued to those old photo's and selfies he had taken with her in a time that felt so long ago. Not all of them had been safe for work, and he knew it was proper to delete those once you stopped seeing a girl, but... well, he had kept them anyway.
There was an odd thrill in swinging through the city, though it was certainly an inefficient waste of his time. He enjoyed going through populated streets of the five districts that comprised New York City. The daily patrol took up too much of his time, but even so it was a chance for him to be around Gwen for a bit. There was still an odd disconnect between hearing her call him Spider-Man or even by name, but he was Parker now. Or at least he had enough of the man's memories to pass himself off as Parker. Rekindling the romance with Gwen had been... well, he had never really spent much time with a woman. It was equal parts frustrating and wonderful. Before he had always been focused on work, where as now he barely had a job. It had been refreshing to have as much freedom as he did, especially freedom of movement.
Every time he pulled on a web and sent himself flying into the air released from gravity's control for a few seconds his heart pounded, and the wind in his ears helped quiet all of the tiny doubts he had in his head before his body landed with a grace and ease against a wall and he was free to run along it, run under his own legs and arms. It actually made him feel giddy, and this was what it felt like every day to be him? No wonder the quips and jokes came so easily. No wonder he could take on the world, the strength in his arms and legs, he had instantly been able to tell that for his entire life this body had been holding back its punches.
Landing on a roof, he pulled onto the radio connection he shared with Gwen. "You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing, if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could... lay you down on some of it?" It was hard not get excited, hard not to get passionate, and yes, hard not to get hard as he explored this world that was new to him.<|end|> | "You know, I'm seeing some really nice roofing if you had some time on this patrol, maybe we could lay you down on some of it?" Spider-Gwen would be swinging about the city as she slid onto a street light watching the street below. She saw a few men in an alleyway shaking down a teenager. Gwen smirked as she leaped off the lights and kicked one of the two in the back before spraying a glob of webbing onto the other's mouth. She would tap her earpiece as she spoke,"I don't know... I am busy at the moment... kind of got webbing in my mouth and all." She smirked as she looked over at the thug pulling at the webbing. Gwen would turn as she sprayed the other thug trapping him against the wall. Her bluetooth would still be open to the radio as she spoke, all sassy and corny: "Your safe now citizen, your guardian angel just wrapped up the sinners..." She would spray a web string as she took off into the air.
"Hey Pete, I got Greenwich cleared and safe. How about I meet you at the roof? Maybe you can order us a few Eddie's pizzas; you know I get hungry after a bit of fooling." She smiled turning red under her mask as she swung over towards the area Parker was at. "On my way, Pete." She would pause looking down at her watch. "Maybe we should hop over... I mean his Peter is kind of gone like how mine was."<|end|> |
Yang Xiao Long was always the more outgoing of her team. Least in regards to going out to the fun clubs around town. Blake wasn't the type, Weiss disliked establishments like this and Ruby... Well Yang considered Ruby just a tad too young to be hitting the clubs. Course the 17 year old Yang was technically a little young to be out drinking, but she knew her way around town, knew a few clubs that didn't care.
Of course, these clubs, this one in particular were one of the more dirtier establishments, places where low-lifes hung out. Just the kind of place the blonde liked to hit up. In the end, one of three things would happen: One, it is a normal night and Yang has some fun dancing and drinking. Two, she charms her way into having a free night of fun and leaves all the boys as a tease, her generous chest had many advantages. Or three, she gets to beat the crap out of some scumbags who deserved it. In any event, Yang wins.
So she entered the club, in her usual outfit. Kept her cool, was easy to move in, plus showed plenty of her assets, good for keeping people off guard. Striding forward, she approached the bar. "Grim Twist please." Leaning forward against the bar a little, setting in for a typical Friday night for the girl.<|end|> | Michael or Mike for short walked slowly though the club, bobbing his head to the beat of the music as he took in all the carnal pleasure people were enjoying in the club tonight. He was a tall young man, about 6'3". He had crew cut brown hair and square rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He was in shape, as all hunters had to be, and his muscles showed through his red polo shirt. His weapon hung from his hip, a single action army revolver that could shift into a longsword at his bidding. Making him a perfect close-to-midrange fighter.
He walked up to the bar and ordered himself a glass of the finest bourbon they had. He was a liquor type of guy, and bourbon was the finest liquor around.
He looked towards Yang and gave her a smile, it was charming and well practiced. He took a sip of his bourbon as he motioned to the bartender. "I'll be paying for all the young woman's drinks tonight." He pointed to Yang, but this was code to the bartender. He knew the man, and it meant he was going to spike Yang's drink with a very potent aphrodisiac to make her a little more...accepting of what he had planned later tonight.
He sat in the chair next to Yang and grinned. "So...you must be the infamous Yang. I'm Mike...I'm a fellow member of Beacon Academy. It's nice to finally meet the most beautiful woman on campus." He flirted shamelessly...but he wasn't lying either, she was quite the attractive woman. He reached his hand out for a handshake as the bartender pushed Yang's drink towards her.<|end|> |
Tsunade sat at her desk. Naruto was growing to be a handful - the 13-year-old (or was he 14?) was turning into a miniature hermit. "Send him in right away," she ordered. How would she reach him when so many had failed? Even the legendary cop cat ninja had not been able to get him to straighten out and fly right. For one thing, that damn sexy jutsu had to go; it made the entire village a laughingstock. "I can see you, Naruto," she scolded the youth, throwing a handful of kunai in the ninja's suspected direction for good measure.<|end|> | "Hey, let go!" Naruto yelled at the two shinobi who were dragging him into her room. Standing up on his own, he looked at Tsunade. "Ah!" he exclaimed, moving out of the way of the kunai. "What do you want, Granny?" he growled, clenching his hands as he pulled out one of the kunai from the floor.<|end|> |
Issei sighed, seeing as it was finally the damn weekend, and the plan for a strange date for him since he wasn't really a person to be liked by girls much of course being a pervert. It was strange for a girl to get some interest in him but it seemed to work out that they would be having a date and he was happy with it finally having something good in his life even if he also somewhat felt it wouldn't last long and she was really a girl to just be playing him. He sighed as he frowned a bit, seeing the high chance of that possibility happening than anything else. They were to meet at the fountain, of course where people usually met, as he changed and slowly started to go out and meet her then. Even with this seeming to be a joke or at the slim chance not, he would try to not make a big deal about having fun on the date at least for now.<|end|> | Raynare or rather Yuuma Amano as she was currently going by, was a fallen angel, she was waiting for Issei, someone she planned to eliminate near the end of the date, due to reasons of concern. She was currently at five foot four, due to her taking on the appearance of a school girl, she wore a simple white shirt which hugged her large bosom, and was wearing high heels with a black skirt that hugged her ass, she had a purse around her shoulders, she tapped her foot waiting for Issei, she began to mess with her long black hair.<|end|> |
It was a warm day, as always in Alola, and Sun wasn't wasting any of it. He was outside near the ocean in a secluded area, away from all the village and city noise. He smiled as he threw out a Pokeball, releasing his Primarina. "Hey girl, ready for another day of training?" he asked as he petted her head. Sun absolutely adored his Primarina and worked relentlessly to train her to be the best. He looked up as Winguls flew by, and the ocean breeze hit his face. "Today is going to be very promising," he said with a smile. He put a bracelet on her wrist. "Today we'll be increasing your special attack, Primarina. So get ready." He adjusted his cap.<|end|> | Primarina came out of her poke ball stretching happy to be out of it. She purred when he pet her head and nudged him affectionately Ring~ she let him put the bracelet on and got ready for her training.<|end|> |
The fight had almost cost them their lives. Maka Albarn and her weapon Kana Tsuchihara were being rushed into the nurses office as their lives were on the line. They had been attacked by Jack the Ripper, a well-known ex-Meister who went berserk and started attacking other Meisters and their weapons. They had been sent on a mission to take care of the massive outbreak of kishin in Denrei, a town close to the DWMA. They were exhausted and surrounded but Maka and Kana fought hard together, sure Kana wasn't Soul, Maka's ex-weapon who got assigned to a new partner because of the falling out both her and him had, but Kana was strong in her own way. Kana's weapon form was a rather unique scythe, it was a double-sided one. Kana herself was different, like her weapon form. She was a wolf girl, or to be more blunt, half-wolf and half-human. She had ears and tail of a wolf, but also once a month she'd go into heat like a wolf. She came to the DWMA in hopes to someday become a death scythe like her mother before her. She was normally a quiet and shy girl, finding a partner was hard at first till Lord Death introduced her to Maka. Maka and her ex-partner and weapon got into a huge fight and they both decided it was best if they both found new partners. Their friendship had been tarnished in many ways and Lord Death thought it be best to just let the two go their own ways. Soul found a new partner rather quickly, however Maka didn't till Kana came around. Lord Death introduced the two and wanted to test them out, to see if they'd be compatible, which they were. It was very rare that the same genders would be grouped up, but in this case it was an exception. "Maka to your right!" Kana yelled as a Kishin was rushing towards them. Maka swiftly jumped up and took it down as she slashed at the others who came at her. "Look up Maka! Three above us!" Kana cried out as Maka looked up and quickly spun Kana around as she quickly killed off the three that were above them. It took them some time, but they managed to finish them all off. Tired and exhausted, they thought they were finished for the night when they were attacked by Jack the Ripper! "So you dealt with my little puppets have you? Pity. Looks like I'll have to finish you off myself!" He yelled as he swiftly moved towards them. He was faster than anything they had ever faced before, and it was hard to fight him off. He cut through them like they were nothing, Maka couldn't hold her own against this guy. Both she and Kana fell to the ground, both bleeding very badly. "Weak and pathetic you both are. Not even a challenge." He said smirking as he thought he had killed them off; he took his leave. Once he was gone, Kana slowly got up. "Maka!" She cried out as she leaned down to check if her partner was alive, which to her relief she was, just unconscious. "I will take us home as fast as I can." Kana whispered as she lifted Maka up despite her own wounds. Wincing, she quickly made her way back to DWMA as blood flew in the air with each leap she made. Not caring for her own life, she got back home as two of the guards who were standing watch rushed to their sides. "Kana! What happened to you and Maka?!" Gojyo asked as Kana fell to the ground with Maka in her arms. All she could make out was "Jack..." before she fell limp. She wasn't dead but in critical condition. "Get the med team out here right now!" Honryu yelled out as Gojyo nodded and rushed inside to get the med team.
Kana had lived with her parents who had achieved what every Meister and their weapon wished to achieve, becoming a part of the elite force for Lord Death. Kana's father was her mother's Meister and when Kana was born they didn't know if she was a weapon or a Meister at first. They watched her over the years and when she started showing signs of being a weapon was when they started training her properly. Most of the kids made fun of her for her ears and tail, she wasn't 'normal' to them, but her father wasn't 'normal' either. He was just like her. She enrolled in the DWMA last year and has been working with Maka for over seven months now. It's been a long and hard process but the two of them work very well together. It was as if they were meant to be partners. As they were rushed through the halls all Kana could think about in her unconscious state was hoping Maka was safe. She had used up all her strength to make sure her Meister got back safely and got treated before it became fatal. Before Kana had no friends, only her parents. Maka was the very first friend she ever had and she would protect her with her very life, which is pretty much what she did. The med team rushed her to the nurses office where the new school nurse was there to tend to the sick or wounded. She had only been working here for a few months, however she was very good at what she did. They didn't even knock on the door, they just brought the two inside which they were greeted by the nurse, Medusa. "They were attacked by Jack the Ripper. We will leave the two in your care Medusa. Please don't let them die, they're so young and have their futures ahead of them!" One of them spoke before they bowed and took their leave without waiting for her to say a word. Both Maka and Kana were barely breathing and were near death's gate, but Medusa was good at what she did and she would make sure that these two didn't die. However she had plans for these two and with it being night, no one would be entering her room to interfere with whatever she had plans for.<|end|> | Medusa had been working on the formula for the black blood for a long while...It was something she was experimenting with...knowing that the power it could grant someone was both great and yet devastating, and she was perfecting a formula of the black blood so that she could literally control the one she gave it to. That was a month ago...and she had finally finished her work on the new black blood. She always kept the sample serum in a syringe under her table in a small cabinet. By the time Maka and Kana had been rolled in to the nurse's office and the situation was explained to her, Medusa smiled gently to those that brought her in. "I assure you I will do whatever it is in my power to keep them alive." She said as she stood up and walked over to the two unconscious girls, checking their pulses, heart rate, and seeing their blood pressure. They were going to die. Unless...She grinned and moved to the cabinet containing the black blood syringe...and moved over to Maka. She knew that if she injected Maka with the blood, it would safe her life...but make her Medusa's new test dummy and lab experiment. She cupped the girl's cheek, feeling how cold her skin was. A devious grin on her face as she trailed her painted nails down the girl's body until it went down her arm and to a major artery, pressing the needle of the syringe to the artery and slowly injecting the black blood into her. Now it would only be a matter of time for the blood to take its effect on her, saving her life and yet making her Medusa's slave. If the creation of this modified black blood came to fruition, then Maka would unconsciously do whatever Medusa wanted...though...Medusa was unaware of the psychotic side effects that the black blood held for those infected by it.
Now that Maka was done, she began to check Kana's pulse and life signatures. She was doing far better than Maka...but without treatment, she was going to die as well. "At least I don't have to waste anymore of my...experiment." She said with a grin and began to put an IV into Kana's wrist and hook it up to bag of regular blood that was Kana's blood type. She made certain Kana was on life support while Maka was recovering. So long as Kana rested, she would be better in no time.<|end|> |
Outside the castle walls, snow was starting to fall, and in the large rolling grounds around Hogwarts Castle, students were enjoying the change of seasons and the first snow of the year. The hallways around the place were rather quiet, with a majority of the students having started to depart for home for the holidays and Christmas, while those who remained were making the most of the soft snow outside, exchanging snowballs with different groups and building snowmen all around the grounds.
Inside the castle, Hermione Granger had been enjoying the snow for a different reason. The quiet hallways were productive for thought as she strolled through them on her way to the library, dressed in her favorite soft lavender sweater and old faded jeans that had seen a few years already. The hallways were decorated in their usual festive decorations but Hermione ignored them as she walked, her mind already in the library and the books she was headed there to find. The quiet of the day just made her favorite place in the castle more appealing, and she knew that despite the slight chill in the hallway from the stone walls, she would find a nice fire somewhere in the warren of books and a comfy chair in which to pursue her research. Rounding the last corner, she looked forward to the warmth of the fire and brushed a stray strand of her wavy hair out of her face and behind her ear absentmindedly as she focused her thoughts on the pathway she needed to take through the shelving units to make her way to where she wanted to go.<|end|> | Elsewhere in the castle, the Boy was getting ready to go out and do some studying of his own. He knew with most of the students gone, he could sneak into the Library without any distractions from the students or the teachers really. There were a few books he had heard about in the restricted section that seemed worth reading into. Some books on his heritage and the dark arts the older Slytherins needed to explore and figure out what he could do. He was already learning a lot from some teachers and his family's personal library but he wanted some of the more rare books the school was known for.
Smoothing back his inky black hair, the boy checked himself in the mirror. One of his rules was always be sharp. So he made sure he looked like a hundred galleons before he even left the room. Shoes shined, check. Black jeans which looked brand new with a green vest that was crisp and lighter toned on the back side. His white button-up shirt looked crisp and was tight against his quidditch player's body. He was the backup Seeker after all. If Malfoy didn't have all the money, he may have been the main one. A soft growl given a little about the fact that Pounce who was everything a Slytherin should not be still being Seeker over him.
Turning from the Mirror, he slid on his leather bracelet and put on his violet-tinted glasses as he smiled. His bowler flipped onto his head, and he began down towards the library to get the books he needed. He would turn into the library and saw...the golden girl all alone. He grinned a little and moved towards her now she didn't have that Pouncetweed Weasley hanging all over her trying to shove anyone who was male except Harry away. He thought waited to see where she was going, curious about what she was coming study. She was one of few people in school above him in grades. Her and the Ice Queen Greengrass.<|end|> |
Friday night. It was late. Late enough that Maya was just getting ready to close up the office. She was tidying up the place. Things had been slow. No cases in a week. It was rough. But this was the life they lead. Maya was on the other side of the room when there was a series of forceful knocks at the door. It was raining out.
"Hey Nick, can you get that?" Maya called. She was a bit preoccupied, trying to untangle herself from the mass of electronics cables around her. "Just tell whoever it is we're closed and that we'll get her tomorrow morning."
Outside the door she stood. Breathless. Panicked. Covered in blood that wasn't her own. She was barefooted and soaked to the bone, the white oriental style gown she wore clinging to her like a second skin. Gabrielle pounded at the door again frantically. She knew she didn't have much time before the cops found her, but she knew the man that resided within was the only one who could save her.<|end|> | That Friday night, Phoenix Wright was just finishing up some bills and the rent he had to pay for the Wright & Co. Law Offices room when Maya just happened to get tangled up in the cables of the new TV that he had bought for Maya to watch her Steel Samurai show on, though she would have had to hook it up herself since Nick would be busy most of that day. When he heard the knockings on the door, he expected Maya to get it like always until he heard her call to ask him to get it. This would be the first time he would notice that she was tangled up and didn't bother to ask, though mentally he was asking himself how one could get tangled up in such a way. Going to answer the door, Phoenix was surprised to see a woman drenched in blood and soaked from the rain. "Miss, what happened, are you hurt at all?" He said as he grabbed her shoulders since he thought she might collapse. He walked her inside and laid her down on the couch. "Miss, what happened? Why is there blood all over you?"<|end|> |
It was another uneventful day at Shujin Academy; the teacher lectured on about one thing or another while the sun shone beautifully outside. Thankfully, it was finally lunch time and students were now meandering around, eating their lunches in the cafeteria, in their classrooms or around random tables. There were two students in particular however who were not eating lunch and were engaged in rather unvirtuous activities.
If one walked by the gym storage building, it could be heard. Indeed, the door had been left slightly ajar as one of the occupants was feeling rather adventurous, hoping someone might hear and be curious. The sound of flesh slapping rapidly against flesh, the sound of loud and lustful moans and groans echoed from the building. Inside was the recent transfer student, Akira, and the studious Makoto. However, she was hardly studious now, bent over as she was over a vaulting horse, her skirt pushed up to reveal her bubbly ass, her top seemed almost ripped open to reveal her rather sizeable breasts molding up against said vaulting horse. Behind her, Akira was gripped her ass, slamming his massive cock deep into her dripping womanhood.
"How is it, Makoto...being fucked in school like this..."Akira asked with a lustful chuckle, leaning down and nibbling on her earlobe, sucking on it as his hand slithered down the front of her body and began to rapidly rub her clitoris while his cock pounded in an out of her like a piston, his tip slamming up against her cervix with every rough thrust.
Another pair of students were wandering down the streets of Tokyo, hand in hand. Neither of them had school today, or it would be more apt to say one didn't have class and the other wasn't currently attending. Yusuke let out a blissful sigh as he walked down the street with Futaba, squeezing her hand gently.
"It truly is a lovely day....I'm happy I get to spend it with you." He turned to give her a smile before it turned almost deathly serious.
"Also, just because one of my pieces sold and I got paid, please don't pick anywhere too expensive to eat..." Being chronically poor as he was, Yusuke took every chance he could to treat Futaba when he was able by buying her new games or computer parts or taking her out to eat. He just had to remind her sometimes that well, he wasn't exactly Da Vinci in terms of how much money his paintings could pull in.<|end|> | Perhaps it was the years of repression under the strict rules of her older sister and the school itself, the pressure of having to maintain a perfect image in order to get ahead in the world. Makoto never thought she'd be the lustful type, but lately, all of her actions were pointing her down a sordid direction thanks to Akira's presence at the school. Attracted to the dark-haired leader of the Phantom Thieves both romantically and physically, Makoto couldn't help but return his advances one day in class. From then on, it seemed like they had gotten progressively more daring, fucking in the classroom just moments after class was dismissed or on the roof against the fence above the athletic field.
Today was a wild one. Makoto found herself bent over shamefully on a vaulting horse in a storage building, her ass bouncing back on Akira's cock. She tried to anticipate and control her moans and cries. Who knows who might hear them? Just the thought of getting caught by any member of the school forced her pussy to constrict around him. She dug her nails into the fabric of the vaulting horse to keep from losing her balance, something entirely likely when Akira was thrusting inside of her. Each stroke forced her head up, her creamy mounds bouncing in unison.
"I...ah... love it!!! It... It feels so good, Akira-kun!" She exclaimed, her lips twisting into a lewd expression. She was getting so close... just as she heard the footsteps of someone from the trail outside. "Ah...ungh!!! Akira-kun! Someone's-"
But it was too late. Someone Makoto recognized as another senior slipped into the gym storage room, apparently not noticing the strange grunts of pleasure or the stench of sex in the air. The brown-haired boy stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the box he was carrying on the ground as soon as he saw the student council president bent over a piece of gymnastics equipment, taking the transfer student's dick like a animal in heat.
"Niijima-san?!" The student gasped, nervously squishing his legs together to hide the sudden bulge in his pants.
It was a strange sight even for their friends to see the two walking together. The artist and the hacker. Even Futaba sometimes questioned it but decided to let things go where they may. The eloquent and precise artist was perhaps the first (and maybe the only) one to bring Futaba out of her shell by messing with her figures and taking an inquisitive but sincere interest in her hobbies. Eventually she found that she could just talk to him and he would never make her feel strange for it, no matter how much he childishly scolded her for silly things.
"You know, Inari," she said teasingly, "we coulda just stayed with Sojiro and had some curry... or are you too scared of him to attempt that now? Mehehe."
She put her hand behind her back and thought on it "Okay! I want sushi! Not the conveyor belt stuff though! We can go up from that, can't we?"<|end|> |
Her brother was dead...she still couldn't believe it, it felt like someone had ripped out her heart. The worst part of it was that she had even seen his death through his eyes for a moment. Wanda Maximoff shuttered in her seat on the giant shuttle that held so many people. She hadn't been allowed to even get on the same shuttle as her brother's body was on, causing her anger to rise and her hands glowing red slightly. The young woman took a deep breath before getting up to her feet and quickly moving away from the other people, trying to hide herself away from the others on the plane.
It took nearly nineteen hours to get back to the states, drop off civilians, and get everyone else to the new Avengers base. In that time Wanda had not even taken a nap despite how tired she was. As they made it into the building, there was Nick Fury waiting for them.
"Natasha, we have a bit of a problem," he said as he looked between the two women. "We are going to need you to room with Miss Maximoff for a bit since her room is still being built." He wasn't sure how Natasha would feel about the idea after Wanda had messed with her head, but she was the only other female here.<|end|> | After all the craziness of the last few days, from being brain-fucked, to the Hulk rampage, and then getting to deal with an insane evil robot... this was perhaps not how Natasha wanted to cap off her day. She glanced idly at the younger woman standing beside her, trying to hide her deep bitterness and annoyance behind her usually indifferent expression. Of all the people to get stuck with...
But she couldn't complain. Didn't have the energy after all that had transpired.
"Fine," Natasha finally admitted. The busty redhead moved to stand upright and brushed some lingering bits of dust and debris from her tight black suit. Having to share space with this girl... even if she was cute, there was a lot of annoyance simmering under the surface. "It's only temporary anyway," Natasha said, before making her way off to the living quarters. She could put up with this... or even find a way to enjoy it.<|end|> |
Alex walked down the sidewalk with a spring in his step. He just finished his last final of the semester and was eager to get home and out to the bars. The tall, blue-eyed man shifted his backpack as he looked across the street at the park. Rumors had it that people disappeared from there... It was Gotham City, after all, and that didn't surprise him. He wondered if it was gang-related or if one of those supervillains was behind it. His thoughts turned back to the bars and thinking about picking up a girl tonight. They should be in a celebrating mood too, and he thought he might have some luck tonight.<|end|> | The crackling sounds of growing vines as they grew around her neck and wrists, bracing together as her new necklaces and bracelet, the curvy, redhead woman continued to walk down the street during the quietness of the night. Ivy didn't know any better - everything was a joke to her. At this time of moment, she was walking down the dark side of the block, only covered by darkness, hiding herself anywhere the lights were. As she was walking steadily, taking each step in a skillful yet careful manner, her eyes were soon caught by the attention of a man across from her. Her entire body halted and watched the figure from the distance, her eyes lingering and watching him as he walked alone. ALONE. For some reason - just by looking at the sight, she couldn't help but smile. Surprised to see a man - walking in Gotham City...alone...it was very surprising for Ivy, especially when she knew people disappeared around the area; but not her; she was safe from the danger.<|end|> |
Lethe groaned as she slowly came to - black spots danced before her eyes, resolving themselves into greater shapes as her mind desperately tried to unscramble itself. Unfortunately for her, all she could see was blackness still but for faint creases in it - almost like stonework. Lethe twisted her head away from the ground she'd been staring at, trying to bring her arms around to push herself up but... it was to no avail - her shoulders burned and her arms were asleep, a sure sign of being bound roughly by the wrists and forearms.
As her arms burned to life in a series of unpleasant pinpricks, Lethe rolled herself forcefully onto her back, arms whinging in pain when she did so. She could feel her legs were bound at the ankles as well, though that didn't inconvenience her much as she rolled onto her bottom, tail flicking out of the way so that she didn't sit on the end of it. With that done, she slowly inched her way backward until she pressed her back against the wall.
"Ugh... Lethe... Lethe, is that you?" came an all-too-familiar voice.
Lyre was the younger of the two twins, and accordingly looked entirely like Lethe, but for longer hair and a preference for red over her sister's green.
"Yeah, it's me. Hold on one moment and I'll get us out of this," Lethe said, closing her eyes as she flexed every muscle in her body, willing herself to transform. Electricity suddenly ran throughout every vein and along every nerve of her body, eliciting a high cry from the young laguz. "Agh!"
"Lethe! What's wrong?" Lyre asked, trying to rotate herself on the floor so she could see her sister.
"Can't... transform," Lethe managed through ragged breathing. There was a choker - a collar, rather -'round her neck from which every bolt of electricity ran - she couldn't see it, of course, but she could feel it there, constricting.
"What happened?" Lyre asked, her voice growing quiet.
"I... don't know. But if I had to guess by this cell and whatever they did," Lethe said with a derisive note, "I think we've been captured by beorcs."<|end|> | The laguz siblings would have a little more time to regain themselves and make heads or tails of their surroundings, though they'd soon hear footsteps coming from the other side of the walls. It was dim in that cell they were held in, though that probably wasn't too much of a problem for the laguz. As the large doors in front swung open, the bright light of torches slipped in, and a small group of men came to step in front of the sisters. As Lethe had deduced, their captors were beorc, another word for humans. Beorc and laguz had for many years held some bit of tension and prejudice between each other, and it wasn't uncommon for skirmishes to rise up. There were some less than pleasant practices each side would take part in, and with high-ranking laguz like Lethe and Lyre, they might have been in for a rude awakening.
"Looks like our little kittens are awake finally. Took them long enough," said one of the five men, who then moved towards Lethe with the other two heading off to Lyre. The men didn't have to worry about these two lashing out and causing them harm, thanks to the collars they had fixed around their necks. It would be too troublesome to have these two transform, and in their human forms, they wouldn't be able to get them off by trying to tug it off. "These special collars look quite nice on both of you. We had them specially made to make sure you wouldn't be getting all nasty on us though. You two are rather lovely for sub-humans, so it would be a waste to harm you."
The men loosened the girls' chains a bit, undoing the ankle restraints but keeping the restraints on their arms as both girls were brought up to stand on their knees. "Now it's pretty simple why you're here. As our prisoners, we really can do anything with you that we please." One man lifted Lethe's chin up to make her look up at him. "Hmm...I wonder what the soldiers under you would think knowing you got caught by us? Oh well, we'll be sure to have a lot of fun with you both. No need for your sister to be left out." His free hand came to cup one of Lethe's breasts in his hand, giving it a firm squeeze as he continued to grope her. "Heheh, when you aren't looking like those beasts, you've got bodies just like us. The men looked to be nothing more than lowly bandits, but in a little skirmish with the group of mercenaries, they had set a trap to snatch any laguz really, and they were lucky to snatch these two right here. There was no way they'd ever let these two get away with what they had planned. "Might as well forget about your commander. Doubt he'd be able to please you like we're going to right now." On the other side, one man had come up behind Lyre, groping at both of her breasts while the other worked to remove her clothes, forcefully if need be. They were aiming to rip through them as they didn't think their new pets would be needing them anymore.<|end|> |
Morgan jerked awake in mid-scream, her gray eyes shooting open as she took in the now familiar design of her room at Xavier's mansion. Sitting up, she sighed and checked the alarm clock by her bedside. "2 am," she murmured, turning on the bedside lamp. "Fucking great." Shaking her head, she slipped her long legs off the edge of the bed. Another sleepless night in the hell that had become her life since her return from England.
Two weeks ago, she'd been back away from Dante and his group, the lot that made Magneto look like a freaking pussycat. In those two weeks, her dreams had been haunted by his face as he threatened to get revenge on her. She knew it was starting to show, the professor had even offered to read her mind. Of course she denied it, last thing she needed was him sending a team out there to handle something that she started in the first place.
Pulling on a small robe, she grabbed her uniform and headed to the bathroom that everyone on this floor shared. Maybe some training would help; stripping off her pajamas, she turned the water on high and let the water wash away her nightmare. Rolling her shoulders, she slipped the black leather uniform on and headed to the danger room. At this hour, no one but Wolverine was ever up, or so she thought he was the only one still awake.<|end|> | In the danger room, the faint sound of clinking metal was made apparent. He always had a smoke after training. The dark also calmed him down. His red eyes scanned the dark room, as he sat in the middle of it. He groaned softly and he sat back against the wall, he looked around him. Silence. Darkness. Just the way he liked it. Another puff of his cigarette and he was sailing, his mind was calm, his body was calm. Overall, he was calm.
The clink of the metal door surprised him. It was two o'clock, and there was someone coming in to train. . . something didn't seem right. He waited for the person to show themselves. A charged card, ready for whoever this person was. The room reeked of cigarette smoke and sweat, and the lights had not turned on yet. The card sat in his hands idly. He would be ready to fight if needed. . .
As soon as he saw her face, due to the light in the hall, he smirked and the card lost its charge. He put the card away and turned his attention to the woman who was there now. "Can't sleep?" The Cajun's voice echoed throughout the room. His accent apparent. . .<|end|> |
It had been a simple exchange really; he offered them shelter, water, and food in return for their bodies. Michael was an American working in Japan when the outbreak happened. He had always been a well-prepared man, and he had a secured bunker with clean water, a small farm, and it was isolated and easily defended. Saeko and Rei stumbled upon his location after they got separated from their group. He offered them the deal and they accepted once they realized just how secure his location was. It worked out well for all of them, and now the girls lived lives where they didn't have to worry about their safety. In return, Michael now had his massive cock buried inside Rei's pussy. He fucked her wherever, whenever, and however he pleased. He decided to fuck Rei this morning after she made breakfast. Saeko was still asleep, but that was fine for now. He had Rei pressed up against the wall, with his back slamming into it as his cock pressed up against her cervix. She was completely nude, as he required them to be at all times.<|end|> | Rei and Saeko had gotten separated from the group after the outbreak, having traveled for days upon days before finding a place that seemed great. They were given a deal they couldn't refuse.
Rei was now against the wall, Michael's cock buried deep inside of her as she had felt it hit her cervix, causing her to moan out loudly. Saeko was still asleep, which was alright because Rei needed this moment alone with Michael. She tried to keep her stance up while holding on to what she could as he went full force into her.<|end|> |
Lorgar, Primarch of the World Eaters Legion stared down at the beauty of Old Terra, otherwise known as Earth. He was a servant of Chaos, a corrupting force that strove to devour and consume all living things until they were corrupted. Somehow, Lorgar and a handful of his closest Space Marines had found themselves thrown back in time to quite the early history of the homeworld of Humanity.
To see Old Terra so pure and ripe for corruption filled Lorgar with a desire like that of an unquenchable thirst...a pure desire to ravage and taint. Still it was only him and his few Space Marines at the moment, and despite their power and near demi-god like abilities, they could not take on the entire population of Earth combined. Furthermore, Lorgar had seemed to have lost his connection to the Warp for now, leaving him unable to summon the Chaos Demons that would allow for the easy conquest and corruption of the planet.
So for now, they planned a different way of conquest...one that was subtle and undetectable. He and his men would hunt down the champions of the planet and corrupt them from within...they would then have a much easier time corrupting all the denizens of the planet. Thus it was that they had found such champions and spirited her away to their flagship orbiting above the planet, its invisibility cloak active to avoid detection.
She was suspended in midair with the power of Chaos, her wrists and ankles shackled with invisible bounds that were unbreakable. She was suspended to look out of the bridge of the dark and empty ship, the glow of the sun and the beauty of Earth present before her.
"Beautiful, isn't? The glory of Old Terra?" Lorgar spoke, his voice eloquent and almost divine as he stepped forward from behind her. He removed his helmet to reveal a scarred but still beautiful face, with tanned skin, brown hair, and crew cut brown hair. For even in his corruption, he still bore the beauty of his original creator. "To think that such a beautiful woman would be a champion of the people...they are unworthy of your protection. You should be a trophy for my men instead." He chuckled as he reached out, his large and calloused hand groping at one of her breasts underneath her sailor uniform which still remained on her, but in tatters.
His tongue emerged from his mouth and licked up her smooth and exposed neck up to her cheek. He seemed to let out a contented sigh, almost like he was tasting her...sampling her. "Yes...you will make a fine addition to our cause." He nibbled on her ear as he groped her breast harder now. Already, she could feel a strange sensation eating at her, the corrupting power of Chaos working on her, trying to influence her mind and desires; it was weak now, but the longer she remained, the stronger it would become.<|end|> | Save the princess!
Rei! Rei!!! REI!!!
Usagi escaped. Ami and Minako and Makoto escaped. As long as her friends were safe, there was hope. Still, bound within the strange spaceship, overlooking the sun and Earth, alone with the fearsome leader of the monsters that attacked, Rei was scared. She may have been the reincarnated soul of an ancient sailor guardian, but she was also a sixteen year old girl. A sixteen year girl who had barely been further than kissing boys, and yet, she knew this would go far further than kissing. Already going further, as his rough hands groped her breasts.
You may possess my body, but you will never possess my mind! Rei growled, defiant as she could be, in her given situation. The difference between them was staggering. Him, this large brute of a man, tan skin and short hair. Herself, a petite woman, with slender curves, long black hair and violet eyes. Her sailor fuku, which already covered very little, covered even less now that it was torn in places. Long lean legs were covered in scrapes and bruises, and she was still wearing her trademark red stilettos which made her costume seem sexy and ornamental.
Wincing as his tongue traveled along her body. She could endure. She would endure. Her friends would find a way to overcome this evil, and she could go back to being a normal teenaged girl. Not that she was ever normal. All she could do now was bite her lip and clench her eyes shut, as this man prepared to have his way with her.<|end|> |
In the desert kingdom of Sarasaland lived a princess different than those in the Mushroom world. Unlike Peach and Rosalina who enjoyed a cup of tea early in the noon, Daisy was the one that liked to practice sports. It was going to be a typical day and today she decided to work on her soccer skills in the park next to a jungle forest. After donning her trademark striker outfit, Daisy bolted out the castle door. Of course none of the toads wanted to accompany her given the destructive habits Daisy was capable of with a soccer ball so she went out alone.
In one of her warm-up practices, the princess kicked the ball so high it landed in the middle of the forest. She immediately darted into the jungle not knowing she was going to get lost. After running through and searching in vain, Daisy slumped against a palm tree sighing.
"Well geez, where did it go? Shoot, I really gotta work on my kicks." she mumbled rubbing her chin. Decided not to waste the day, she got up and walked around a bit only to stop and realize "Oh heck, which way back to the park?" she wondered scratching her head like a dumbfounded idiot. Clearly she was lost yet was not alone. Stalkers followed the helpless Daisy from a distance and would soon make a strike when the opportunity was right.<|end|> | A net suddenly dropped from the trees above her, entangling the princess. "Yes! Daddy will definitely let me go shopping after this!" Wendy walked out from the trees with a grin, her plump C-cups bobbing as she strutted out, her hands on her curvy hips. "Oh dammit, you aren't peach are you?" She pouted. "Well maybe I can hold you for ransom and go shopping with that." She muttered, walking slowly around Daisy. "So, which kingdom are you from anyway?"<|end|> |
Dong Zhuo was a name that was known across Han Dynasty. He was a politician, and unfortunately like a lot of politicians - he was a tyrant. A tyrannical leader who would burn cities to the ground in purpose of furthering his name and his renown. It was successful, since the year 189 he had been the Grand Councilor, the highest position in the Imperial Chinese Government.
His found power didn't change him however, he didn't grow humble with his power just more desperate to keep hold of it, to keep hold of what he'd 'earned', rather, what those around him had earned. Dong Zhuo only surrounded himself with the best, it was a sure fire way to assume power. A term that would be coined over a thousand years later of gunboat diplomacy would be a term that could be used to describe the tyrant.
Dong Zhuo would go as far as fostering the most powerful. Early in the year 190, Lu Bu, the strongest warrior in all the Han Empire had found himself betraying and murdering the minor warlord he served under and defecting to Dong Zhuo's central government. Lu Bu was interested in serving under someone as powerful as Dong Zhuo, rather than leaving himself to fester under the command of a minor warlord. While he wasn't impressed by Dong Zhuo's generals or plans, he certainly did find himself happy to be within a force powerful enough to contest any other in the Han Dynasty.
It had been a year now, since he'd joined with Dong Zhuo after killing his former mentor, and Dong Zhuo's tyranny had not gone unnoticed in the land of the Han Dynasty. Yaun Shao, one of the major warlords in China had taken a notice to Dong Zhuo's tyranny and monopoly of the central government. Dong Zhuo played the dirty game, the emperor who'd served before Dong had even ascended to the role of Grand Councilor had been deposed and replaced with a puppet, and Yaun Shao wasn't blind, he'd noticed this change in the monarchy and was forming a coalition to deal with Dong Zhuo's iron fist rule over the Han Dynasty.
Wang Yun's residence, six months before the death of Dong Zhuo.
The sound was distinct in the mostly empty wooden room, the sound of liquid being poured into wooden cups as Wang Yun leaned across the table first to fill Lu Bu's cup with hot steaming herbal tea, before pouring himself a cup and lifting it to his lips. The cup returned to the small wooden table between the two men as Wang perused Lu Bu's appearance. The young man, at least in comparison to Wang, sat with one foot placed on the ground, knee by his face as he looked down at the steaming cup with a look of confusion..? No not quite right, deep thought on his face. Wang did not say anything, he just observed. He was a scholar, a politician if you must. Someone of similar import to Dong Zhuo, Lu Bu's adoptive father, in the Han Dynasty.
He'd invited Lu Bu over to his residence this evening to start sowing the seeds of his careful thought out plan to bring down Dong Zhuo and restore some decency to the hierarchy of the Han Dynasty. Moments passed like minutes in the empty silence of the room.
Lu Bu sat in a very distinct position, intentional so he could spring to his feet at a moment's notice should the need occur. In front of him sat the old man who'd called him here. The man was in his fifties, older even than Dong Zhuo. Lu had been there for five minutes now and only pleasantries had been exchanged between the two men. He was getting impatient; the tapping of his foot showed that.
"What have you called me here for?" Lu Bu finally questioned the man, looking up from the steaming drink that Wang Yun had offered him. Wang had poured the drink from a single porcelain tea cup and poured himself one too. He'd drunk first, not noticeable to anyone who didn't care but something very important as it was Wang's way of saying 'I'm not trying to poison you.'
The reason for the meeting was unknown to Lu Bu, and there was no solid ground for Wang to have even held the meeting in the first place. It was all just a small seed in the field that Wang needed to plant to bring down Dong Zhuo. "How does serving under Dong suit you? Master Lu Bu." Wang said looking up at the young man his hands cozy around the warm wooden cup that held his tea.
"I get to fight," Lu Bu said, clenching his fist on his thigh as he moved from an almost crouched position into a cross-legged sitting position, leaning towards Wang Yun. "You should know I didn't come here for small talk; I came here to find out what you want and if you're going to play politicking games, I have no interest."
Lu Bu pushed back against the small table before turning towards the door.
Wang lifted a hand and tutted. "My apologies, Master Lu Bu. I of course do not mean to waste your time."
Wang waited until he could see that Lu Bu was still interested. "Please," he said, gesturing to the cushion. "Sit."
A slight smirk and smile appeared on his face as Lu Bu moved back to the small cushion he had been sitting on before, and sat down again.
"I merely wanted to offer you a drink first before we discussed anything of import," Wang said, taking another sip from his cup. He let out a relieved sigh as he placed it back down on the wood.
"But I see that tea is not your thing, of course not."
Wang bowed his head slightly almost in apology. His acting was good; Lu Bu wouldn't suspect a thing.
Wang snapped his fingers, giving the command for wine. The most important piece in the plan Wang Yun has conceived to bring down Dong Zhuo: a simple Song girl he had raised in his household like a daughter.<|end|> | Men fought their battles in blood-soaked fields, and embattled courts. They fought with swords and spears and shields. Women fought with silks, ribbons and fans. Her battlefield was the bedroom. Her tactics were the evocative flick of her wrist, the sensuous twisting and twirling of her body, and the purposeful exposure of skin, just hinting at what lie under the color costumes she wore. Some might call her methods cowardly, or lacking in strength. They were not familiar with the strength of women.
Standing in the hallway, Diao Chan prepared for battle. Tonight her weapon was a jug of wine, and her opponent was the mighty Lu Bu. It was a terrifying prospect for anyone, to have to face the mighty warrior in combat, but, in this arena, Diao could claim more experience and expertise than her opponent. She was waiting for a signal from her adopted father, and general in this case, and she had just received it.
Possessing a supple dancer's body, strength hidden beneath the silky soft skin, she moved gracefully about the room, stepping lightly on delicate feet. Eyes down, she approached Lu Bu. She had heard his praises, of course. It was impossible to avoid the tales of his renown. Still, she was shocked by his stature. Nevertheless, she could not falter now. She bowed low before the man, pouring his wine on her knees, holding the cup in two hands up to him. If it please you, Master Lu Bu, she offered, her voice like freshly spun silk. She brought her eyes up to meet his now, the soft honey colored irises filled with warmth as she smiled.
I don't believe you have met my adopted daughter, Wang Yun started, as Diao sat on her knees before the warrior, Diao Chan, the loveliest dancer and singer in the province.
My foster father is too generous, Diao rebuked, looking down at her skirt demurely. She smoothed out a length of silk, before meeting Lu Bu gaze once more, I only hope I can please the Emperor, and his court.
She will be traveling to the Imperial Court, Wang Yun explained, sipping at his own cup of wine, I do hope I can count on you to keep an eye on her?<|end|> |
Kouta sighed, sitting in his classroom on the top floor of the Karakura High School, leaning his head on his propped-up hand and glancing out the window. It was so unbelievably boring in this city and in the school itself; with nothing to do. Sure, he could see the ghosts and spirits floating around the city, but there weren't any in this school, and while the others could talk to him about what they knew or remembered, not in school. He sighed and idly listened to the lecture going on, brushing his hand through his short sandy hair and looking at the teacher with bored blue eyes. "When will this be over?" he mused to himself, and turned his attention back out the window. It was a cloudy day outside, and it looked like it was about to rain, according to the meteorologists who had been calling for such weather all week.
Kouta was one of the rare humans who possessed massive amounts of reiatsu and was often hollow bait, and indeed, he had run into a few in the past, but always managed to get away from them somehow. It was scary knowing that something evil could pop up anywhere to try and consume your soul. "I wish I knew how to fight those things," he muttered.<|end|> | Rangiku Matsumoto had been given a rather...special assignment by her Captain. She had been sent on a long-term assignment to the living world...posing as a High School student of all things...just to watch over some human. Still...this was no ordinary human...it was a rare one with a massive amount of spiritual pressure...and it was to be her job to protect him from Hollows. After all, it would be disastrous if a Hollow consumed that kind of power. Or worse yet, if the boy was killed and became a Hollow himself. No...that couldn't be allowed to happen...and so to prevent it she had been chosen to go and watch over him.
Walking into the classroom in a school uniform, the boys of the classroom immediately stared at her, while girls looked on jealously. Matsumoto's blouse was half open, revealing much of her ample cleavage, and as usual she had foregone the restraints of an uncomfortable bra, so as she walked to take her seat her large breasts were bouncing slightly in her shirt. She immediately knew who the boy was, and ignored all others as she walked over to take a seat beside him before the lesson began, sitting between the boy and the window so she was fully in his vision whether he wanted her to be or not. She wasn't sure he'd know what she was...but if possible she was supposed to keep her status as a Shinigami a secret. She just needed to get friendly with him to make her job easier. "Well hello there, you look spaced. Something interesting out there?"<|end|> |
Zelman Clock just watched from the roof of his complex, enjoying the night's sky. He sat there for some time, contemplating what he could do today that would be entertaining, since he had just woken up. He knew that his assistant would be coming soon with the day's news, but to him, that was just boring. "Really, there is nothing that can be done tonight?" He sighed and let the flame in his hand die down before jumping off the roof and landing on the ground without a problem. "Well, I might as well go and see what's going on around the Special Zone and see if I can get involved in anything," he said to himself.<|end|> | Mimiko Katsuragi, who was the compromiser for the entire special zone, was walking around trying to find Jiro. "Jiro! Where is he?" she asked herself. At least Sei had taken Kotaro for her. Soon enough, however, she found herself pinned against a wall by a group of new vampires to the Special Zone. She screamed, "Help Jiro, Zelman, anyone!" The guy who had his hand on her neck said, "Quiet, girl, or we won't have to kill you." All the thugs smiled. Mimiko closed her eyes, "Damn it, why me? Help anyone!" She began gasping for air as the man pressed down on her neck to choke her. "I said shut up," he growled, hitting her head against the brick wall behind her before taking his free hand and beginning to undo her shirt. "You gotta pay," he added.<|end|> |
Balto was the big hero he was looking forward to having puppies when his owner moved back to the States. His owner quickly found him a new home, but what that had in store for him he could never imagine. The house was big; the owner must have had some money to build it. He didn't know anything about them - how old they would be or what they would look like. Slowly, he emerged from the cage, sniffing around the house. He could smell meat roasting. Arf! Arf! He barked, knowing humans would never know what he was saying. The big dog watched the roasting meat with hungry eyes.<|end|> | "Oh! He's here," the young woman said, coming up behind the dog. Almost silent, she moved. She looked young for someone who owned such a big house. And honestly, she lived there alone besides a few servants. Young Ki was an adult now, free to live on her own in her parents' mansion. She'd been in foster care most of her life, parents dying in a fire. Her only friend in the world happened to be her dog, Fido. And she and Fido had built an unnatural relationship...
Ki smiled, lifting a hand to brush her blonde bangs out of her eyes as she looked down at him. "Smaller than I remember," she said with a little giggle, reaching down to pet him on top of the head before going into the kitchen to fetch him some pork that he seemed interested in. The little blonde was a bit under-dressed, wearing just her apron with nothing beneath it but her panties. She had always been an odd girl, and it was her house...<|end|> |
The only thing that Jill could think was that they had to stop Wesker, that they had to do it now. If they didn't, he would only go on to create more problems using Umbrella's Legacy as his tool. That is why she was willing to risk her life and as her and her partner, Chris Redfield, bore down upon Wesker after he had just killed Spencer in his home. Her form charged his and the next thing she knew, she and Wesker shattered the window and fell together off the very steep cliffside. Somewhere in the midst, she had lost consciousness but with the knowledge that she had stopped Wesker at last.
At least, that is what she had thought.
It was sometime later, she didn't know how long, that she regained consciousness. She felt horrible, sick even, and she was in some sort of holding cell. Her thoughts went back to Chris and to Wesker and she vaguely wondered if she were dead. Jill couldn't move, but could make out loud noises around her, voices, making out something about... a device?
Jill wasn't able to dwell upon their words for long, because it was then that two men came into the cell and shot her up with a needle full of god knows what. She grew lightheaded, then dizzy, and proceeded to fall back into the blackness of drug-induced sleep.
Little did she know that when she woke, she would have no control of who she was anymore, her last thought of her partner, Chris.<|end|> | Unknown to Jill, she was on a ship. After she and Wesker fell from the cliffside, they had been washed out to sea. This was to Wesker's advantage, however, as with his inhuman strength, he dragged Jill unconscious body through a stormy sea until they reached his ship. Wesker had since been working with Tricell, who had given him this ship along with everything he needed for his trip to Kijuju. Once on board, he had Jill taken to the ship's lab to be fitted with an experimental device. Standing over Jill were two scientists dressed in surgical outfits who were busy fitting the device. They had stripped and washed her before they began to work on her. "Be careful with that," one of the scientists shouted at the other, who was being a bit careless with his work. "You saw what he did to Eric!" the scientist added, reminding his friend of the fate of one of their peers, whom accidentally destroyed part of the Las Plagas shipment. The man, Eric, was thrown around the room like a rag doll before suffering a devastating tumor to his chest thanks to a stomp from Wesker's boot. From the comfort of the ship's bridge, Wesker watched the surgery take place on a monitor. Around him, the ship's crew were busy going about their duties. Smiling sadistically, Wesker watched as the device was fitted to Jill's chest. The thought of the power he would have over her filled him with pleasure. "Soon, Jill, your body will be mine!" Wesker muttered to himself as he continued to watch the surgery take place. Soon though it was complete, and the scientists tidied up before leaving. Locking the door behind them just in case. As they left the room, Wesker entered. Making his way to the cell where Jill was, he stood at the window that looked in at her and awaited her to wake up.<|end|> |
A few days ago, the world had gone to hell. It had started out as just another day at school, then next thing Rei knew was she was fleeing to the rooftop with her boyfriend Hisashi and one of their other guy friends. What exactly had they been fleeing from? Zombies. Nobody knew what had happened or even how it had happened, but it had. Nobody knew what they were doing or where they were even going. At that point in time, it was a fight-or-flight moment. Thankfully, they did discover that the zombies were super sensitive to sound, which made getting around them a little easier if they were quiet.
This had been a few days ago; now, the eighteen-year-old orange-haired female known as Rei Miyamoto was holed up in a hotel that she and Hisashi had escaped to get away from the zombies. Their intention had been to try and head to one of their homes first, but this was the closest and they had managed to get somewhere safely and undetected.
The couple had also decided that they were going to have a bit of celebratory sex for managing to get away from those damn zombies. The exact reason that at the current point in time, Rei lay on the bed of the hotel with her skirts pulled up and her panties down to her ankles, her sex completely bared to that of Hisashi.<|end|> | Right now, the only thing keeping Hiashi sane was his girlfriend, Rei. He knew she had started dating him just to get back at her previous boyfriend...but in that time they had grown into a real couple that cared deeply for one another. Now here they were, in a world going to hell with just each other right now...and she was all he wanted right now. He hovered above her, his shirt open at the front to expose his well-toned chest, he was quite the athlete.
His lips were locked with hers, his tongue lashing at her lips and seeking to gain access to her mouth, his tongue wiggling wildly against her lips. His hands roamed up and down her body, one hand groping and squeezing at her breasts through her top while the other began to stroke at her bare sex, his fingers skillfully rubbing her labia before seeking out her clitoris and rapidly rubbing and gently tugging on that sensitive nub of hers. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at Rei in the eyes, his own filled with lust and affection.
"Rei...I love you so much...I'm going to make you forget all about that loser, okay?" He began kissing up and down her neck, nibbling at her sensitive skin as he slowly began to sink two of his fingers into her womanhood, testing her tightness and wetness to see how aroused she was.<|end|> |
"Minister Todokoro, it is an honor to be invited to such a wonderful gathering," said Section 9 commander Motoko Kusanagi. Though her pleasant greeting was just for show; Section 9 had set him up to believe that a skilled thief was after something important in his personal vault. Thus, he had used his political influence to bring them as added security. He had no idea it was all a setup so that Section 9 could steal what was in the vault to prove he was corrupt. Still, the exceptionally beautiful "Major" as she was called was in quite the sexy getup and had her own little part to play. Which primarily involved keeping the minister busy with her...ample feminine wiles.
The dress she pretended to worry about went a long way to doing so. It was white, clingy, and VERY revealing. While it reached down to her ankles, it was skit up each side, showing off her amazing, toned legs. It was quite backless, showing plenty of silky smooth skin, ending just above her curvy rear end. The front was especially eye-catching, cut low and quite open, showing off her flat, athletic tummy. But few men at the party seemed able to keep from staring at her large, perky breasts barely covered by the dress. They seemed ready to pop out at a moment's notice. It was all just part of the distraction, meant to get Todokoro's attention and keep it in her all night.<|end|> | "Please, call me Tsutomu," The bald man replied in return, smiling politely to the Major. Of course, behind that smile were hidden all sorts of thoughts, most revolving around what was underneath that dress, which was in truth too tight around her form, obviously just to showcase her spectacular form and make the man her thrall from the very first moments. It wasn't much of a secret that the man was a grade A sleazeball, something which was further proven to be true by the atmosphere of his party, where scantily clad women were accompanying all the men that he'd invited, and where behind curtains visible shadows suggested only the things that happened on the other side. Though now, all of Todokoro's attention was on Motoko, and not only his. She had a natural talent for attracting the gazes of the other men around her, who drew close to her much like butterflies to the flame that would burn their wings. She was by far a special flavor and Tsutomu knew right then and there that he wanted her, and that he would get her by any means.
Pleasantries were exchanged as the host led Aramaki and Motoko through different rooms, talking to them about different matters while trying to get the right moment, that one moment when he could ask the woman a certain question. He was itching to be all alone with her and the old man was in his way. By the information he'd gotten from Section 9, the theft was supposed to happen later, and with a look at his expensive golden watch, Mr. Todokoro turned his full attention to Motoko, smiling politely. "Well, there's still time left until the theft should happen, so until then, do you care for a private tour of my place? I'll gladly show you anything you'd like to see."
His voice was honeyed yet only a fool would be unable to detect the double meanings of every of his words as well as the lust that those words dripped with as he couldn't keep his eyes from roaming across the cyborg's form. Indeed she was a work of art, one that he would surely add to his collection that night. If only the fool knew he was falling right into the trap that the Section had laid for him.<|end|> |
Today was the day he was going to try and get the new girl. He didn't know why but he had found such an uncontrollable lust just by looking at her. She was cute and American which made it even more exciting. Just the thought of him screwing her made him so hard. He had to have her no matter what. Not that she would reject him anyway, I mean he was the most popular guy in school. No one ever rejected him so why would she?
He was better-looking than any of the guys in school. Having short but soft and thick copper brown hair. Dark brown bedroom eyes that could easily manipulate any woman just by making eye contact. He was perfectly toned and leaned. Standing tall at 5'8" and weighing 119 pounds, not to mention he had a perfect package to go with. Looks wasn't all he had though, no. He was talented in everything he did and tried. His skills were extraordinary and rare. Then there was his intelligence. Being top of the class and always Valid Victorian. Oh yeah, he got everything he wanted, basically, he was a spoiled brat who tended to act very unlike himself if he didn't get what he wanted.
Light Yagami was leaning against his locker as he thought over his plan. He would ask her out and work from there. Now the main concept was whether he would keep her afterward or it would be a one night stand. Well, that really mattered if he liked her enough after the first night. If he had fun then yes, he'd keep her for a while. A smile came on his face as he saw the girl go to her locker surprisingly just a few away from his. When she opened it up to get out her things, he had moved and was now behind her locker door waiting for her to close it and see him.<|end|> | Lexus looked around as she walked down the hall, all the boys cheering and whistling after her. Sighing some, she got to her locker and saw one guy looking at her. She quickly grabbed her stuff and closed her locker before backing up, backing up into Light. She looked back, getting a scared look in her eyes. Turning around, she leaned up against the locker and gave a weak smile, then looked around. Everyone was looking scared. She looked back at Light and glared some. "What do you want with me? Are you gonna trap me or do something I don't like?" She had a feeling he was a bad boy, but she didn't know yet. She didn't know, but after thinking about it, he was pretty hot and he looked like the kind of guy she liked. Sighing some, she looked back into his eyes, her steel-dark blue eyes starting to soften slightly. She sighed again, nodded, and looked back around the school. She wondered if her popularity would go up if she went with him; she would probably become the most popular girl in school. She smiled more friendly at the thought, running her hand down his chest. "So what is it you want, hmmm?" She was just feeling his chest and damn, it felt good. She would love to feel that chest against hers and even feel his whole body against hers. Thinking at that thought, she sighed some and backed up a little, then stepped forward, looking closer into his eyes.
Her black hair was midway down her back, and she was breathing normally for once instead of being scared. His eyes seemed to calm her down somewhat, and she wondered what was going on in his mind, but she wasn't a mind reader, so she wouldn't be able to do anything. Backing up against the locker, she brought one foot up onto the locker, bending her knee. Sighing some, she closed her eyes, her short skirt showing most of her thighs and legs, and she wore a red tight tank top, which showed off her breasts. She really wanted a boyfriend, but she hadn't found one yet. All the ones who were interested were either abusive or plain assholes. She hoped if he asked her out, he would be a nice guy - rough but nice. Looking back at him, she smiled some. "The school bell is about to ring, so just ask me your question and I will get going."<|end|> |
Kagome stood on a rock face next to a waterfall, overlooking the wonderful countryside of the world she lived in. Turning back, she walked over to the hut that she and Inuyasha had gotten to get away from the chaos of the village they used to call home. Now it was just her and him. The way she liked it - and with Kikyou out of the way, she felt more like Inuyasha was hers. Thus nothing could go on to distract him away from her. She walked into the hut to see him sleeping. It was morning, and she had gotten up early to get some fish for them to have in the morning. "Inuyasha, get up," she said softly, hoping the half-demon would rise and get the fish. She had taken the beads off of him a while ago; she thought he didn't need them anymore, seeing as how they were lovers. She thought she was controlling the poor man, so she took it off and put it in a mantle in their shared hut, a reminder of the things they had gone through to complete the jewel shard - or now jewel - that sat in the village under strong wards to keep demons away. Though she had heard of other things approaching on the land, and she frowned at the idea, waiting for Inuyasha to get his breakfast and possibly eat together since she was hungry.<|end|> | Inuyasha lay dreaming peacefully, sprawled out on his back, legs and arms spread wide. His mouth was practically open, and even a little drool dripped onto the floor. Not like he cared about what he looked like in his sleep; he was only with Kagome after all. So much time had passed since they finally completed the jewel, and Inuyasha and Kagome destroyed Naraku together. The only problem was that there were still those who sought the jewel, but it had its protectors. Miroku and Sango took on that job, seeing as it was more the peaceful life for the couple and their children. Inuyasha never wished for the jewel, and Kagome had stayed with him. It was all he ever wanted.
When Naraku was destroyed, the well that tied Kagome to her world disappeared completely. She never got to say goodbye to her family and friends, though it seemed that she happily left that world behind. He couldn't be more lucky. Though he always wondered if she missed it. On their daily trips to the village, he always caught her standing there watching the spot where the well was. It seemed too much to just be happy to be with him. He always felt guilty. It was one of the reasons he was always hesitant around her.
Inuyasha mumbled something in his sleep, kind of like "Take that you bastard!" He was dreaming he was slaying a monster demon, one that Mioga and Totosai were claiming that he would be killed in an instant. After his triumphant win, he gave both the old geezers an good thumping for ever doubting him. Kagome cheered him on the whole time, and he grinned from ear to ear as she ran and flung herself into his arms... At the moment, Kagome told him to get up. Inuyasha rolled over, flinging his arm up over Kagome's, taking her down with him as he almost rolled on top of her. One leg swinging over hers, pinning her, and burying his nose into her neck.<|end|> |
Alex's green eyes traveled up the massive door. "What...the heck?" he whispered to himself, looking at the knob. "How...and am I going to do this?" The boy walked towards the door, sighing softly. He wore a light blue shirt and black pants, his hair a light brown almost blonde color. "Hello?!" he called, wondering where the heck that rabbit person had gotten off to. His eyes stayed on the giant door, and in particular the shiny doorknob.<|end|> | It was just sickening, utterly sickening to be this absolutely late! But wait! Not only was she late, but someone or something had followed her in, followed her through the rabbit hole and unfortunately caught a glance of what was under that dress of hers because those dresses just weren't made for crawling. But she hadn't expected to crawl! She had expected to be on time! But her ears twitching and her head turning, the sound of a voice from the other side of the door left the rabbit curious, leaning forward before jumping back on the tips of her shoes. Oh dear~! She had led someone down down down, the hole in fact, and even showed them to the door! But it was just rude not to teach them how to get through now wasn't it! "Listen to the door silly, he's got all you need!" Her voice was light and airy, quite expected from her petite, though lightly curved frame, just upon her words, the door seemed to creak on its hinges, not opening, though eyes emerged from the panels. "All you need indeed~. What is it that you need?"<|end|> |
The woods were quiet... too quiet. And it wasn't that Juri sensed any kind of impending doom. It was peaceful. Serene. Boring. Juri just felt like screaming, like smashing some trees to the ground with her bare hands. The Korean girl wished she could be out of here as quickly as possible, the sooner the better. She wasn't here to enjoy the scenery. No, she'd sooner have this place leveled. She was here because, in the last tournament, she had encountered a female ninja named Ibuki. This ninja girl seemed like the perfect test subject for the female exclusive "Feng Shui" engine, the very power that Juri herself held. Now that she was in charge of SIN and Seth was dead and buried, the psychotic bitch was ready to conquer the world. And for that, she needed soldiers.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of walking, she finally reached a clearing. It seemed well used, but was at present empty. A slow, sadistic smile crept onto Juri's face, licking her lips in anticipation. This was the place. This looked like their training ground. All she had to do was wait, and eventually, her little kunoichi would show herself. After that, it was a matter of beating her... then using her to sate her desires. She had to resist the urge to play with her own breasts at the thought, her overactive libido tempting her... one of the side effects of the Feng shui engine.<|end|> | Ibuki - Ninja Village, Japan
Despite the fact that the sun was barely creeping its way past the peaks of the mountain that surrounded the small village, there was chatter and sounds circling the air as the ninjas were getting ready for their morning routines. Some were sharpening their kunai while conversing, others carrying buckets of water from the nearby well, a few already stretching for the training to come. But, although most of the villagers were already awake, if not all, one lay sound asleep, curled up in a ball on her mat, a little bit of drool coming down the side of her lips. Then came a small jab in the side of her stomach to disrupt her peaceful slumber. Moaning a bit in annoyance, Ibuki tried to ignore it but then came another, then another. Shifting her position, turning around to face the other way, Ibuki tried to get back to sleep but the little pokes persisted on the back. Eventually her eyes lazily opened to reveal a small creature anxiously watching over her. "What is your problem Don-chan?" she mumbled as she sat up, wiping away the drool from her mouth with the back of her hand. The little tanuki, a pet she had kept as long as she could remember, tilted its head slightly before pointing out of the window at the sun, which had risen up now to illuminate the once dark room.
It took a while for the female ninja to register but suddenly realized what it meant and almost jumped up from the mat. "I am so late!" she exclaimed to practically no one as she hurriedly made her way to a nearby table and began wrapping her bare feet with a reel of white cloth bandages that lay on it. Doing the same with her ankles and shins, Ibuki turned her head to try and find her arm guards. "Where are th-" she said to herself before Don-chan made its way onto the table in front of her holding the pair in his tiny hands. With a smile, she quickly placed them on and grabbed a couple kunai before making her way out the door, followed by the tanuki. Although early, ninjas started their training at the brink of dawn in the clearing, and she already knew she wasn't going to make it in time. As she made her way through the village, a lot of people who weren't in training shook their heads as she passed them, and she groaned at the prospect of cleaning out the dojo yet again. Jumping onto a branch of one of the large trees in the forest, she began rushing through, going from tree to tree as she zipped through. Soon enough, the trees began to open up a bit in the dense forest revealing a brightly illuminated clearing with bodies all warming up and sparring. "Made it!" she exclaimed with joy as she hopped down from the last branch to the ground. Hopefully being just a LITTLE late wouldn't be too bad. In her hurry, however, she didn't even get to notice the woman hiding below that last tree, watching the ninjas. Don-chan, however, did and, instead of following Ibuki down to the ground, stayed in the tree, watching her. Why did she look so familiar to the tanuki?<|end|> |
"Cobblepot!" He hated that name, yelled as if it was a curse. Not that "Penguin" was any better, but when you're barely over 5 feet and 'rotund' is a euphemism...well, you need to work with what you have. For the last few years, he had chosen to lay low, with most of his criminal activities happening low-key through his nightclub, The Iceberg Lounge. Unfortunately, fate was conspiring against the hefty villain, in the form of Arkham...City. The City within a city was built around his lounge, where it housed the most notorious villains: The Joker (maybe?), Two-Face, Mr. Freeze, and rumors that the Al Ghul and the League of Assassins were in the powder keg as well. Fate though, was fickle...it giveth. and it taketh. In this instance, it gave The Penguin an edge on the other criminals. While they had been thrown into the mix, he was already there, with a base of operations. Fate also conspired to deliver him a new ally, Mr. Freeze, the iceberg lounge truly looked like an iceberg, which the diminutive villain was suited by just fine. Between his alliance, a few cops held hostage, and his henchmen if someone wanted information, supplies or muscle...Cobblepot was the man to go to. Fate, also taketh away...as he was also in possession of some museum pieces that others would, and did, pay a ransom to recover. Including giving a cat burglar an incredible sum to spirit away.<|end|> | Usually, Catwoman wouldn't bother with Penguin. The rotund man did have his fair share of valuables, things that would enrichen any thief's pockets. Even better, there wasn't a whole lot of moral dilemma in stealing from someone like that. However, Catwoman tried to stay away from the various "super criminals" in Gotham as best she could, though that mostly failed. In reality, she veered away from Penguin because he looked like his face had been on the wrong end of a window pane.
This was quite unlike the sexy, slinky thief. The Catwoman looked every inch the femme fatale. A tight, taut figure encased in revealing leather, she looked like every hero or villain's wet dream. The costume had certainly been designed to help achieve that very feeling. Tight leather clung to a pair of pert buttocks, showcasing the womanly hips and the fine curves the prowler possessed. Said leather also encased the long legs, ending in heeled boots, all to accentuate. A frontal zipper provided easy access and a nice few of a wide expanse of white cleavage, nearly extending down to Selina's belly button. Both breasts would spill over in most hands, and seemed barely contained by their leather prisons. As if the body weren't enough, Selina had a glamorous face. Sexy, hooded green eyes stared from beautiful lashes, all positioned in a face that graced magazines. Tufts of her short black hair just showed underneath the cat hood. In short, Catwoman looked ready to either kick ass or kiss it, depending on her mood.
Currently, she was leaning more towards the former. The sneaky thief had already entered the Lounge, utilizing some mapping technology present within her suit. The job had simple requirements: seek out some museum pieces and abscond with them. In and out, without attracting attention. Catwoman figured it should be easy enough, and she slunk through now without causing a sound. Penguin's standard goons were easy enough to avoid, as they weren't exactly the top of the line when it came to villainy. The few that did get in the way, Catwoman deftly took care of, often surprising them before they got a chance.
However, she found that the museum piece was too heavily guarded for that. The woman had to drop down and attack in a much more frontal manner. Thankfully, she did bear a whip and several gadgets, not to mention martial arts training. The mooks put up something of a fight nonetheless, one even getting dangerously close to connecting with the feline thief. In the end, she was victorious, and focused her attention upon the classy pieces, starting with a beautiful statuette hidden in one of Penguin's more morbid displays. She needed to move quickly, and that meant focusing on the job, while trying to listen for more unwanted visitors.<|end|> |
Five years had passed since Sarah ran the labyrinth after wishing Toby away, and the trip to the underworld had taken its toll on her. She wasn't stupid enough to tell anyone about what had happened. Who would believe her? Once she'd uttered those words-- you have no power over me-- things got a little fuzzy, and then crystal clear. One minute she'd been falling, falling, falling, and the next, she was back at home. Safe and sound. The first thing she'd done was check to ensure Toby was there, which he was. Also safe. Staring down at her baby brother, she realized in that moment just how precious he really was. She'd been selfish to wish him away. Even if her parents memories of Toby had been wiped, hers would not have been. She would have lived her life wondering how things would be different if Toby were still around.
After moving on to her own room, she grew saddened by the sudden loneliness she felt. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help but miss her friends. In the thirteen hours she spent running the labyrinth, she'd grown close to them. Hoggle, Ludo, Sir Didymus... all of them. When they'd appeared in her mirror, and she'd turned to find them in her room... It was the happiest she'd ever been. But there was a flicker of doubt within her, one that kept imagining the Goblin King's face when she'd destroyed him and declined his offer.
Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave...
Those words stuck with her for a long time. The now twenty-year-old had moved out of her father's house and into an apartment with her best friend Nicole. But whereas Sarah had practically given up on dreaming and 'being fun', Nicole was quite the opposite. Sarah had met her during junior year of high school, and Nicole had sort of adopted her as a friend. Despite Nicole's seriously outgoing and outspoken ways, Sarah actually really liked her. She was a good person. They both decided to take a year off of college and get jobs and an apartment together, and that's exactly what they did. At first, everything was great.
But there was a darkness inside of Sarah that she'd been fighting to keep from coming out. She withdrew more and more until she was spending most of her time in her room. She lost her job, which meant Nicole had to pick up the slack. After a few months of that, she'd finally had enough and practically dragged Sarah out to the bar one night just to get her out of the house. And that... that is where Sarah met Derek. At first, Derek was everything she'd been missing. Flirty, fun, attractive, sweet... he dragged her out of the dark spot in her life. She got another job, one she actually enjoyed at a pet hospital.
It was long hours, which meant Derek wasn't seeing her as often. It sucked but he was never mean or rude about it. When she came home one night from a late shift, exhausted and red-faced from crying over the loss of a patient, she didn't expect Derek to be waiting for her in her and Nicole's apartment. Nicole had let him in, and then gone out. Sarah didn't see the punch coming. That first hit started a whirlwind of abuse that she dealt with on the down low for about a year and a half. Nicole and Sarah had gotten into a huge disagreement over him, big enough that Nicole moved out, and Derek moved in. That just made the abuse worse.
When Sarah finally gathered the courage to leave, she moved to a shady apartment complex a few towns over. At first, Derek had blown up her phone and threatened her on the daily. But then it stopped. Until tonight when he randomly showed up at her door and beat her senseless. He'd left her a broken, bruised heap on the floor, slamming the door behind him as he left. She'd pulled herself up to a sitting position, feeling worse than she'd felt those five years ago sitting in her room alone crying into her sleeve. Crying into her sleeve, she whispered words that she swore she'd never, ever say again.
"I wish the goblins would come and take me away right now."<|end|> | The last five years had been rather boring, and Jareth, the great Goblin King, was still sulking from his defeat at Sarah's hands. It had been so embarrassing to have been bested. And yet, the girl had earned his respect. She had fought against the odds, raced against the clock, found the way to defeat him. He admired that.
He had watched her occasionally since, but had not peeked in for some years. And then, one day, lounging on his throne, he and the other goblins heard them. The magic words. The simple summoning invocation. A simple wish. But that voice ...
In an instant he was on his feet, and the next he was elsewhere, at the source of those words. He glanced around, and then he saw her, sitting curled up on the floor.
"Oh, Sarah." The pain in his voice was obvious. He crouched down next to her, reached out a hand to touch her. "What happened to you?" He asked softly.<|end|> |
Angel surfs back into the shore of the beach, and she carries her surf board with her back to her beach towel. She stands her surf board up and she lays down on the beach towel and begins to sun bathe for bit to dry herself off, from the water that was on her bathing suit.
Angel wonders if everything is ok at The Power Ranger Hideout and she hasn't heard from Zordon or Alpha for a bit. She wonders why it's so quiet around here, she hasn't seen any putties, or monsters that the enemy usually sends down here to stir up trouble with the Power Rangers and she sighed and continues on resting and relaxing.<|end|> | A small car pulled up next to the shack on the beach. Tommy climbed out of it sensing a ranger nearby, he looked sharply around for anyone with that kind of authority. He noticed a girl lying in the sand, he walked over and looked at her. "Ah, finally a pretty face," he grinned.<|end|> |
Her blue eyes were glassy, almost lifeless, as they shifted and glanced up toward the white ceiling. "White," she mused. At one time she supposed it might have been such a color. But then was white truly a color? Or was it all colors? Oh, she could hardly remember any longer nor could she find it within herself to care. As her eyes remained fixed staring at what was above, her head tilted slightly. The ceiling was rancid with deep, dark stains Alice knew not. There was a time when she might have wondered, might have cared. Might have been...curious. Almost shrugging, but not moving, her lips suddenly turned upward into a twisted smile.
Matilda Jane, you never look,
At any toy or picture book.
I show you pretty things in vain,
You must be blind, Matilda Jane!
Alice grunted, her body jostling as it was roughly shoved against by a weight of something... familiar? Yes. She recognized the weight, the smell. All of it. For a moment, she caught another glimpse of white. Mmm, yes. Airy fabric. Coarse and rough. So itchy. How that gleam of purity hid the darkness of what laid beneath it all. Clever shadows. Clever, clever, clever. She even found it funny. Her body actually knew what to do now, legs just spreading in wait for the inevitable as her mind seethed. So much anger. 'What was that, Cheshire?' she thought to herself. She could've sworn she'd heard the cat speak, her eyes turning away from the ceiling, seeking out the treacherous grin of the feline stretching out in the corner of its home.
I ask you riddles, tell you tales,
But all our conversation fails.
You never answer me again,
I fear you're dumb, Matilda Jane!
Yelping as the invasion finally came, Alice's eyes began to tear. Slowly, pale alabaster skin began to streak and stain. What was one more thing becoming dirty? She was already dirty. Dirty hands. Dirty face. And now... dirty inside... 'Where is my Protector now?' she wondered. 'Curious... so curious...' Once again he was nowhere. Once again, proving his worthlessness. Was there anyone worth anything any longer? Of course not! Life was one big cycle of worthless. No one was to be trusted. Not a soul! First the parents betray along with the boyfriend. Why wouldn't... he? They all betray eventually.
Matilda darling, when I call,
You never seem to hear at all.
I shout with all my might and main,
But you're so deaf, Matilda Jane!
The cries became louder until her voice was almost hoarse, her throat sore. Alice longed for peace. Something... why wouldn't he come? He'd promised... he'd promised. And even though she'd begun to hate him, a part of her still held on to a hope she knew was hopeless. But as her eyes turned toward Cheshire, grinning at her from his dank corner, she knew she had to. It was the only tangible thread left to the insane world she lived in. The only thing left to cling to. 'Why...?' she thought to herself as she felt her body get used and coated in god only knew what, her tears flowing hot, burning.
Matilda Jane, you needn't mind,
For, though you're deaf and dumb and blind,
There's some one loves you, it is plain,
And that is me, Matilda Jane!
The brush of white fabric caressed Alice's face and she felt the prick against her thigh. Another pair of hands picked up her body and let her crumple into a heap onto floor, just as rancid and 'white' as the ceiling. As always, she knew she was bleeding and as always she knew there would be bruises. Slowly, she crawled over to Cheshire, twitching as she hugged her knees to her chest, her white gown a flimsy covering at best over her slight body. She tucked her blonde locks behind her ears and began to rock.
"Why Cheshire? Why?" Alice asked the cat. "Why doesn't he ever come?"<|end|> | Across the hall, a young man, of 19 sat by his door, he could hear the muffled screams of the girl, Almost every night this went on sometimes for a few minute's sometimes for hours. until 'The Men In White' were done with poor Alice, the Warden despised her young girl, most of the saner inmate's chalked it up to her being envious of Alice, because despite what went on in her head whatever made her insane that is, she was very beautiful. Her skin was a light shade of pink, her hair a beautiful blonde almost the color of honey, and her eyes would remind you of swimming pools that were so blue and cool to the touch, but, as things went on she began being worn down, her hair would usually be dirty with sweat and tears sometimes her face was bruised her lip might have a scar or scab on it, it all depended on that night's assailant, she had several marks on her arms and leg's from the rapist's that came to take what the Warden demanded, her only shred of innocence left from what her parent's did to her, and what she did to them, she came from a home from what he understood that was filled with a drunk father and a very envious mother, her father would drink and have at her daughter beating her raping her whatever he chose and her mother was very violent, calling her a whore and beating her without mercy, it didn't supervise him that she murdered them both and pretty much admitted to it, the only reason she didn't get Death was because she was so young and very much insane, now, she still cries almost every night his promise to protect her was shattered the first time he stood up to them he killed one and paralyzed the other and now every night he gets locked into a padded room left to hear Alice's cries of pain as they rape her, the tears have left lines in his face he was in here because of the simple fact that he sees things strange thing's he often encounters a White Rabbit, who claims he is always late but most it's time is spent in his cell with him, he heard her words in the quiet hallway even with the padding there was a crack under the door where every sound could be heard, her voice found its way to his door as she spoke.
"I'm right here...right here..."
His words were useless. He knew she had all but hated him now, because the promise he made the first night it happened was broken. The Men made sure of that by locking him inside of a padded room where there was no way out. Before going to humiliate and insult Alice, the Warden waddled over every morning to check and see if he was still inside. But before leaving, he would always whisper, "Forgive me please."
While they were given their meds, he would notice her watching. Sometimes, while they were given their meds, he would notice her watching. She didn't speak much, of course, who would after what she had been through? He would stay close during the daytime to make sure nothing happened, but at night, she was alone. In her cell, the cat walked on the floor in front of the blonde and sat down. The moonlight illuminated the room.
The cat spoke up as its form could be seen. It was rather emaciated, with skinny, long limbs, and a long tail that went from side to side as it spoke to Alice. "My dear," it said, "it is no fault of his. We both remember what he did that first night."<|end|> |
Enslavement. That was his curse. He had been pulled from his dimension and forced to be the slave of some sex-fiend creature that kept him as a pet. He hated his time there...he hated her. He wished he could kill her, but he had no power over her or her powers. Mora had always been a thorn in his side ever since his enslavement. Tonight, he would escape. She had forgotten to tighten the chain on his collar! Nathan took this opportunity to slowly remove it, leaving only the collar around his neck. He didn't have any clothes for when he escaped, but he didn't care. He just needed to get away and find someone who could open a rift and send him home. He crept out of her room, hoping she wouldn't wake up. What he hadn't counted on was the fact that the door leading out of her room was intentionally creaky.<|end|> | With a grim laugh, there was suddenly a tentacle holding him by the collar.
Mora sat up in bed, smiling.
"Well, pup, looks like you're not quite broken yet."
She floated up, lifting him with more tentacles and laying him on the bed.
"After what that bitch from your world put me through, I'll be taking one of her kind as my slave. And you'll like it."
She grinned, rubbing her foot over his crotch.
"No use resisting."<|end|> |
"Why do these holy places always seem so creepy?" Aerith asked, feeling the cool, dank air of the cave. It didn't answer, not that she'd been expecting much. Sighing, she rubbed her arms, wishing that her short red jacket reached down to cover them entirely. For that matter, she wished that she was certain that her materia wouldn't have any adverse effects to the cave's natural defenses. Casting fire sounded like quite a good idea at this point.
The girl hefted her staff, using it to walk over the various rocks and crannies. Her rough brown boots made the going easier at least, and she'd unbuttoned her ankle-length dress just enough to allow freedom of movement. Still, it wasn't as easy as she would have liked.
Especially without Cloud here,she thought to herself, frowning at a wall. She'd thought she'd finally been ready for him, back at the Golden Saucer. She'd put on a sexy pair of underwear that she'd blushingly purchased at a store, and then nearly jumped Cloud after their date. Instead of ravishing her, however, he seemed unable to do much of anything. He hadn't even seemed to really care that she'd gone through the effort. They certainly hadn't consummated anything.
"I can worry about that later," muttered Aerith. She tucked a loose strand of brown hair behind an ear, and stepped through another doorway. There, resting on a pedestal, was what they'd traveled all this way to find: summoning materia. The girl grinned, hurrying over to snatch it and apply it to her arm guard. Once it was in place, she immediately summoned the creature, stepping back to watch the fireworks.<|end|> | The fireworks never came. The appearance of the beast was heralded by a much subtler display, as the leaves on the floor of the temple suddenly dried and turned red in appearance. The forest went still, and the immediate surroundings noticeably changed, like the season was suddenly turning into autumn, preparing for the coming of the one summon beast that had power over the forests. He was a primordial creature of unlimited power and lust. The autumn king, people called him.
First, the leaves swirled and formed a small vortex, and in the middle of it, a supremely commanding figure with a masculine body so flawlessly shaped, it seemed like he was carved from polished wood stood. Long red mane of wild hair crowned his features, as did two seemingly unbreakable antlers. He smirked at the girl in front of him right now, recognizing her as his summoner. Yet unlike other beasts, this one wasn't a mindless drone. He had been known as a lustful beast, taking and ravaging his female summoners throughout history. In fact, many would-be summoners sought him out for this very reason. After all, what woman could resist the temptation of riding a veritable god?
"What's your name...Female?" He asked with deep rumbling voice. Eyes shamelessly undressing her in his mind, large hands, twice the size of Aeris's own began caressing her sides.<|end|> |
Mai woke in darkness. For a moment, her training failed her and she flailed about, crying out wordlessly. Her body was sore and she hurt all over. Realizing she was naked, she hugged herself tightly.
Slowly, the memories returned and Mai closed her eyes, wishing they hadn't. She had tried her best to protect herself, but she had failed her master, failed her training. There had been too many of them and against magic she had been unable to hold out for long. The things they had done to her... tears came to her eyes as she realized her vows had been broken. She had been defiled over and over, made to wallow in filth and hurt so badly she had not been able to stop screaming. She had failed her teachings.
She reached out and grasped the bars of the cage she was locked in, trying to gaze out into the dark and make something out. A hollowness had settled in her chest. She did not know what they intended with her. She had been warned not to come into Cheliax, but she had not been prepared for such a response to her trying to spread the teachings of her homeland. What would happen to her now?<|end|> | Taerin, dressed in her purple robes with green flame design over her mithril breastplate with her five-pointed star holy symbol visible and her matching boots of speed, stands just outside the cell in darkness as the monk awakens. She thinks this monk almost cost her four men in the first day.
"Now, my pet," she says, "you'd better be worth the trouble my men took to break you. Kneel in nadu position and face the door of this cage."
Taerin waits to see if she responds while looking over her body appraisingly and then licking her lips. She readies a hellfire eldritch blast if she fails to obey.<|end|> |
Maya pushed open the door to Moxxi's bar, conveniently named Moxxi's and made her way to a booth away from the door.
When she came to Pandora, she hadn't expected to end up playing "hero" or whatever. No, she came to Pandora looking for answers to what it meant to be a Siren, one of six women in the galaxy, probably the universe, with incredibly bad-ass powers. And a set of natural tattoos running the length of one part of her body.
Instead? Instead she gets blown up by some 'mask' wearing nutjob, working with three other 'Vault Hunters' to stop said nutjob and now? Now she'd been recruited into helping kick the company said nutjob worked for off the planet. On the bright side? Maya couldn't remember the last time she'd been allowed to cut loose like this, and Lilith, the now only other Siren on Pandora promised to help her find out what the Sirens were and all that.
But for now the blue haired Vault Hunter dropped her head onto her arms, placed on top of the table of the booth with a groan.
"Lend us a hand. The sooner you help us, the sooner I'll help you. It'll be fun." Maya muttered, recounting the very arguments that Lilith had used on her to get her to help out. "Fuck that. Maya, you got had. Big time. Can't blame anyone but yourself though." she finished with another groan.<|end|> | Moxxi's was a very popular spot in the city of Sanctuary for a few different reasons. One, it was the only place in the floating city where a person could get alcohol to drown their sorrows (And usually fairly decent stuff considering what a backwater world Pandora was). Two, it was somewhere that Crazy Earl was banned from, so that meant people could drink without his insane yelling in their ears. And thirdly, the woman who ran the joint was a total sexbomb.
There she was, Mad Moxxi herself, working behind the bar while dressed up in a sexually depraved psychopath's view of what a circus ringleader would look like. A woman who had had more husbands than boob jobs, and was quite possibly the most dangerous non-superpowered woman on the planet.
In the past she had run the Underdome, a massive gladiatorial arena that brought in all the blood-hungry loons of Pandora and made for a very popular attraction. Until... Handsome Jack blew it up. Well, he was dead now, so Moxxi had the last laugh there.
She approached Maya with a smile on her face, ready to rectify the situation in regards to the Underdome. Yes, she knew just who could help there. "Why hello there, blue-hair. What brings you by?" she asked casually, sitting up on the reinforced table of the booth "Up for a drink or do you wanna blow up my slot machine again?"<|end|> |
Vlad chuckled. "Yes, those were the days, and my son is starting to discover those days," he said.
Anton gasped slightly and moaned into the kiss. He brought her tongue into his mouth to let her explore. "Hmm, I want you," he thought mentally, and shifted to find a comfortable spot to sit, as his breeches became even more uncomfortable. Anton's mind was slowly starting to focus on one thing - his hunger for blood. His fangs lengthened a little more, and his heartbeat increased. He didn't even realize that his scent had changed and intensified.<|end|> | Albus nodded. "Yes, I thought as much. They will know to go elsewhere, correct?" He knew things weren't the same when it involved two unique individuals like themselves, so there was really no stopping them.
Keyria could feel the bulge forming beneath her, she smiled slightly. "I want you as well," her mental voice as strong as if she'd spoken aloud, though honestly, she couldn't be too sure she hadn't. She wanted him to take her, bite her and suckle upon her skin. That feeling alone was one that would surely be imprinted on her mind forever.<|end|> |
Piona wandered the halls of the arena in a seemingly aimless manner. She had been the very first whore to make a deal with the Arena, the first official arena whore. Since that time her business had grown and she became something of a house mother with a number of whores for the arena fighters to choose from. It was a good harmony, a source of pride for her.
Piona was herself a beautiful and exotic woman, a dark elf with softened features. Her long ears hung from each side of her long, silver hair. Her body was curvaceous and clearly on display as the dress she wore offered little modesty. After all, her body was her business.
Piona wandered through the resting corridors where the men could relax, recover, or prepare. Her presence in the arena was a constant and at the moment it seemed, she was available.<|end|> | Dralos Varen stepped into the fighters entrance to the Arena, returning after a few days to visit with friends, have a drink and other such things. He was an archer, an Ebony bow strung across his body with a quiver of arrows made of the same material. His eyes were a blood red, and he had black hair that was currently tied into a ponytail. He had on leather armor right now, light enough for his agility needs while firing a bow. He walked down a corridor and spotted Piona in her revealing dress, himself a consistent customer to her services. He smiled, figuring that it would be a good day to start if he fucked her. So, with that in mind, he strode over to the whore. "Piona!"<|end|> |
Ellie had hoped for some semblance of relief when she reached San Francisco. She hoped she could move through the city quietly, peacefully, and quickly. But no. Another city, another abandoned Quarantine Zone, another gang of assholes.
The young woman vaulted into the nearby window, bullets flying over her head, she had to act fast. She pulled out her 9mm and turned to face the Hunters as they chased after her.
She pulled the trigger, watching his head pop like a melon, before executing his buddy in the same fashion. More were coming, though. Her finger pressed tightly on the trigger again...and 'click'.
"Oh shit." Empty. Her last rounds gone. Had she been smarter, she would have kept track of her ammo and avoided this mess. It was too late now. She had to run. These assholes had her partner, and there was no way she'd get her back without gunning them down. To buy herself precious time, she lit the rag of a Molotov cocktail and threw it, covering the entrance in flames before sprinting out of there, down a dimly lit hallway.
Scavenging whatever she could find on the way to safety, she escaped from the Hunters' sight, finding a room well out of their patrol routes to rest. Closing the door quietly, she walked slowly to the window, staring out longingly with a desperate glare.
"Emma..." Her fingers traced over the glass and she let out a defeated sigh. "Where are you?"
Ellie fell back onto a soft and comfortable bed, letting her eyes flutter shut, clutching the switchblade in her hand before slowly drifting off to sleep.<|end|> | Curtis smirked to himself, watching the teenager enter the nearby abandoned building. He had been watching her for a few hours, ever since he captured another pretty girl. This one seemed a lot duller in her beauty, yet her fiery attitude attracted him to her for some reason. Knowing he needed this girl for his collection, he waited for exactly twelve minutes before entering the building, convinced that she was still inside and now relaxed.
What he found was an extremely relaxed girl, so relaxed indeed that she was asleep. Smiling at the switchblade, he slowly slipped it from her grasp, as anyone asleep could not properly hold a weapon. Sliding it in his pocket, Curtis pulled out a plastic bag and slipped it over the girl's head, suffocating her. Sitting on her body, his weight was enough to prevent her moving, his knees on her shoulders pinning her down. When she eventually passed out from lack of air, Ellie was taken from this building into Curtis' own home. Wrists tied behind her back, the unconscious Ellie would remain that way for another hour.
When she eventually awoke, she would find two strange things. The first was an aching ass hole, which was also strangely wet. The second was her friend, Emma Watson, naked and on her stomach. She also had her hands behind her back, and with a face full of semen. Both girls were naked and alone, tied up in a cell with no way to escape.<|end|> |
Hanna Orimura sat on the train, which would take her to the IS Academy. Not her choice - her annoying cousin had forced her to go after not even a word from her since she was five years old. Now, however, she found some interest in attending the school, despite being half-asleep and dropping her violin and backpack to the floor upon arrival. It wasn't long before the school came into sight.
All half-asleep, she picked up her things and stepped off the train, trying not to attract too much attention as she hated anyone staring at her.
Meanwhile, back at the academy, Laura woke up rubbing her right eye. "What time is it?" She asked, as it was hard to see much through his thick heavy curtains.<|end|> | Michael slowly opened his eyes to see Laura. Like her, he was naked, his muscular and toned body visible through the dark. He had crew-cut brown hair and brown eyes. He yawned as he wrapped an arm around Laura's waist and pulled her into his firm chest.
"Who cares...we are here with each other, that's all that matters," he whispered in her ear before giving her a playful grin. "You were amazing last night..." His hand moved to squeeze one of her breasts under the covers as he gave her a playful kiss on the lips.<|end|> |
Hawaii was quite a shocking shift for someone who had spent his whole life in Tokyo.
The incredible heat, the vibrant sunshine, the sea of accents that flew between the different people on the heated streets... it was definitely a shift from the uniformity of Japan's urban environment. That said, Ryuji was still finding the school vacation to be a little on the dull side. He didn't quite know why, but it felt to him as if not much had actually happened since they arrived here.
The fit blond had been hoping, ideally, to hook up with some fine American girl. But his English was so poor that he didn't want to make the attempt. He couldn't even rely on Akira to be a wingman since he was apparently dating someone these days (Though who that was remained a mystery to the group). He had been teasing Ann about something as of late, so maybe that was it?
Whatever the case, he was currently walking the golden sands at a lazy pace, looking out at the sea. Curfew would hit soon, and then he'd have to duck into the hotel again. The thought made the strongly-built boy grunt in annoyance. Their Hawaii trip was almost over, and he'd yet to make any lasting memories. He supposed, ultimately, he'd just have to hit the ground running on Phantom Thief stuff when they got back to Japan.<|end|> | Just as Ryuji was getting ready to give up hope, it seemed his chance was upon him. A pair of slender arms wrapped around his waist and some sizeable mounds pressed against his bare back, molding against his chest. The hands rubbed at his pectoral muscles as a voice filled his ears.
"Hey there, tough guy... what are you doing all by yourself?" the voice was sultry and alluring... it even sounded somewhat familiar. Unfortunately for Ryuji though, it was all in English... which had never been his top subject.
As the voice finished, a pair of teeth nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, chuckling lowly. Little did Ryuji know, but the one behind him currently was Ann Takamaki, his childhood friend and fellow Phantom Thief. She had spotted him wandering alone and wanted to tease him... make him think some American bombshell was hitting on him. So long as he didn't turn around or recognize her voice... it would all be fine.<|end|> |
Dr. Amy Ralts never would have imagined she would ever see this day. The day the infamous freelancer agent Carolina had been captured by the UNSC... well, at least by her branch. Her branch was an odd group capturing humans, aliens, and other species, doing experiments on them. Low and behold they came across the freelancer who had been injured in some sort of battle. Amy didn't care. All she cared about was now she had her. A quick history of Amy. During her youth, she served as a medic for the Insurrectionists, a group Project Freelancer fought long ago. She watched as many of her friends died because of them, most of them by the hands of the person who lay bound naked before her.
Amy along with her assistant looked at the unconscious Carolina. Amy's eyes were fueled with rage, anger, a need for revenge in which she would finally get. Of course, she would do it slowly. She wanted to break Carolina both psychically and mentally. She had already given her a new addition to her body while knocked out: a nice thick 10-inch cock and a pair of balls. She just waited for the freelancer to wake up.<|end|> | Carolina groaned as she awoke in an unfamiliar room, strapped to a bed without armor, and completely naked. Looking down, she gasped in confusion at the sight of a ten-inch cock and a pair of balls to match. "What the fuck?" she cursed out loud, trying to figure out where she was and what had happened. Her eyes darted around the room, taking in the details - it was a lab of some kind, very orderly and strict in its design. "Is this some kind of UNSC facility?" She asked herself, not realizing that there was a mad scientist right next to her. How did she miss that? Well, she would soon realize that the mad scientist was there, hopefully.<|end|> |
Michael wasn't sure how he had gotten summoned to such a paradise. He was an average guy, with short brown hair and hazel eyes behind a pair of glasses and slightly tanned skin. He was wearing a open-collared floral dress shirt that revealed his somewhat toned chest and a pair of blue swimming trunks. He was sitting at a bar, drinking a scotch on the rocks. He was surrounded by beautiful girls, all from various different fictional universes. He recognized quite a few of them, but he didn't have the balls or courage to go up to talk to any of them.
"Am I the only guy here... what, the hell am I supposed to do?" he muttered to himself, taking a large swig of his drink, hoping the buzz would help calm his nerves and figure out what to do. He wanted to at least talk to some of these beautiful girls but he just wasn't sure how to start or approach one of them.<|end|> | Taking the seat next to Michael was a brown-haired woman in a red dress. "Bartender, get me a Mojito," she said with a smile. This was Kyu, and she had her eyes set on Michael. She took a sip of her drink, but some spilled onto her breast. Using her finger, Kyu scooped up the liquid and licked it off, then started sucking on her finger.
She turned her gaze back to Michael as she pulled her finger out. "Hey there, cutie. The name's Kyu."<|end|> |
Greece is such a petty place to be, especially at sunset. Lena Oxton is at the grounds of some ruins, climbing up on one of the pillars as she tries to get a good look at the rest of the area. "Hm...I can't see anything so far." She moves to the rooftops of the ruins, doing it as stealthily as possible. She stops as she finds something - a gathering of a group that are moving equipment into a carrier. "Yep, Talon is here alright," she says through her earpiece. "They're moving stuff for transport..." Tracer sighs as she moves back just a little, waiting for her orders.<|end|> | Watching her from afar, Widowmaker could only sigh in annoyance. "I swear you are the worst at stealth, my petite rump roast," he muttered in French, as she was visible at sunset in a yellow jumpsuit. He'd take aim from afar and switch his ammo for dummy rounds in his silenced sniper rifle. The first shot would whiz past her ear to feel like a flick and knock her earpiece off her head. The second shot would strike her left supple butt cheek as he grappling hooked to another position, then purposely shot the right cheek as well from afar with a smirk. She needed to learn that she wasn't subtle, and this was his favorite game to play with Tracer.<|end|> |
Blackfire smiled as she landed on the roof of the T-Tower. "In three...two...one," she said, and she laughed as she heard the alarm go off inside. The security drones rose out of the roof and started firing at her. With a quick dodge to the left, she avoided a laser shot from one drone and the swipe of a chain saw-looking thing of another. She fired two quick balls of purple radiating energy from her hand, and the machines crumbled, the metal looking charred.
She smiled as an elevator rose out of the roof now, and after the doors opened, two figures walked toward her. "Oh my my, I thought you would have had better defenses than that," she said with a haughty laugh as she brushed her black hair away from her face. "Hmmm, you really should get those fixed. It's just sad."
Starfire's eyes flashed open, and she immediately rose from her room and flew into the main room when the large flat-screen showed an image of a lone figure on the roof fighting the security drones that Cyborg had just built. Starfire recognized the figure. "Blackfire," she said, and her eyes glowed green. "What is my sister doing here?"
After she exiled her from Tamaran, Starfire hadn't given much thought to her big sister until now. She looked over at Robin, anger apparent on her face. "Let us go do the kicking of the butt," she said, her words full of malice, which was odd for the cheerful alien.
Starfire was quickly on the roof with Robin facing her sister. At her word, her hands and eyes quickly grew brighter. "I am sorry you were not welcomed properly, but sister, you are not welcome at my home anymore. Leave now, and I will not hurt you."<|end|> | Robin nodded behind Starfire, drawing his Bo staff, the thin but strong and somewhat flexible polymer rods extending, he spun them with years of practice. Even as he held three birdarangs in his left hand. His right spun the bo staff. He'd been working on a compound to stop the sunlight from affecting cells, in essence a clear chemical coating to prevent sun-based aliens from drawing on their powers. Blackfire would be the perfect test. However, an aching in his groin was noticeable. The "Boy" Wonder and Starfire had been making out before Blackfire had arrived, and while he loved Starfire, the orange-skinned girl didn't seem to realize the effects of arousal on human males. He was sure the bulge was noticeable in his green polymer/latex revealing pants. He just had to hope to get this done as quickly as possible.<|end|> |
The hairbrush ran through the thick black hair several times, as Princess Jasmine worked her way through her nightly routine. Everything was calm and safe in Agrabah, and there was certainly no reason to be on your guard. Jafar had been sealed into his lamp, Genie had been set free to roam, and Aladdin was held in a position of honor, tucked away in his own room in the palace. Yes, his own room, since the Sultan hadn't been quite insistent upon the two getting married quite yet. Perhaps he was still waiting for Jasmine to change her mind; more likely he wanted to keep his baby girl for a little while longer. Jasmine had to admit that this latter was quite frustrating to her. She'd long since discovered what happened when you touched those tender bits. Those impressive breasts, the mounds that were swathed in blue silk at the moment, were easy enough to play with. Just bring delicate fingers up to pinch at darkened nipples and rub. Or slide a hand down the well-muscled stomach, running along the waistband of the billowy, silken pants. Just slide a finger there, running along the black hair that lined the sex, and then prod at those lips. Jasmine was half tempted to engage in such acts now, frustrated as she was. Per usual, she and Aladdin had some time alone, which they'd spent kissing with steadily increasing passion. The kiss had done its job, as Aladdin was proving to be a quick learner in that department. However, he was also intelligent, or at least cautious. The moment Jasmine worked his hands down her slim body, he'd balked, insisting that her father wouldn't approve. So the princess was instead attempting to work her frustrations through her hair. She fluffed the waist length mass, feeling its heft as it hit her pert, heart-shaped rear. The princess sighed, rising to her feet. Perhaps she should just sneak into Aladdin's chamber. What her father didn't know wouldn't hurt them.<|end|> | A low voice entered the room, seeming to be both everywhere and nowhere at the same time. The voice was low, lower than any human vocal cords could make, and yet also full of a richness, like dark chocolate or a nice warm bath. It seemed to wrap itself around her and just listening to it would cause a moistness between most women's legs. "Naughty, naughty, Princess," the voice said. "So very naughty. Wouldn't you rather be with a real man? A man who could show you a whole new world of pleasure? Take you to the highest peaks of what your body could withstand?" Jasmine felt as much as heard a hard gust blowing into her room. Caressing her skin and other places seemingly under but without disturbing her blue silken clothes. Hands everywhere that gave pleasure, however promised so much more. The "message" lasted for only a third of a minute, but the spirit hoped that would get the princess to ignore caution. "Say 'I give myself to thee,'" he whispered in her ear. "And I will show you pleasure beyond what you can imagine."<|end|> |
Arya Forbes was a 16 year old Junior at Oswell High School. She was tall, slender, and blonde, keeping to herself most of the time. Her social life consisted of playing volleyball, study group, and occasional dates with whoever asked her out. The number of people who knew her were few, which made it surprising when she received an invitation to join the debate team.
It was the first day after winter break, and their English teacher, Ms. Franko, had been fired for doing drugs on school grounds. Their new teacher, Mr. Fitz, was scheduled to begin today. Arya slipped into room 219 two minutes before the bell and settled into her corner seat in the back. The name "Mr. Fitz" was written in swooping handwriting on the board, and the man's back was turned as he sifted through the textbook, searching for a passage.
Arya slouched in her chair, her subtle curves slightly emphasized by the fitted top and skinny jeans she had chosen at random that morning, her long blonde hair braided into a golden plait. Students began to file in, and the bell ran, causing Mr. Fitz to drop the book on his desk and turn to face the class. Arya felt her breath catch as she laid eyes on him...he was gorgeous. As he began his lesson on foreshadowing, she kept staring at his soft, supple lips, the hint of stubble on his chin and jawline, shaggy hair...all barely professional, but just enough for school teaching.
She was so zoned out that she didn't hear him ask her a question. "Ms. Forbes?" he demanded, "Will you answer my question?"
"Um...what?" she stuttered.<|end|> | Sighing, he looked to her and repeated himself in his deep, rich voice. "What is the point of Hamlet, Ms. Forbes?" He then turned his back to the class, allowing them to see his ass. His pants weren't tight, but they were tight enough. He flipped through the pages before turning around and looking at her again, trying to look her over without giving away what he was doing. She was a beautiful woman, and his pants became even tighter as he sat down behind his desk.<|end|> |
Kaltha Heartblood, Herald of Slaanesh , had been a daemon since the dawn of time. She has been the spirit of climax to humanity since a man first slid his rotten cock into the filthy pussy of a woman. Since then, over the course of 60 thousand years, mankind has grown more intelligent but none the less lustful. Kaltha sensed this in her latest pet. She liked the flayed remains of her last pet from her long fingers, her member finally softening from the week-long orgy that ended in the death of her favored pet. But she feared not, Dha'zahl the catcher was bringing her another boy to feed on.
He was young, human and military. A strong man with a steely resolve is always the best fun to break. She sat in her throne stroking the arm rests made of spines and ending with skulls. She looked up at her gaudy door displaying a graphic scene of a crucified woman being raped by a legion of daemons. The smell of death filled the room as the Catcher dragged the unconscious male into the room and threw him on the blood (amongst many other bodily fluids) stained floor. He simply hissed at his kin and left her to her torturous fun.
She observed him and stood, striding on clawed feet that resembled high heeled boots and ended in lacing like piercings at the top of her shins. She crouched on top of him and began licking in his ear and dry humping his unconscious body, whispering incantations of eternal wakening to assure he seldom fall asleep during her sexcapades.
"Wake up my little morsel." she giggled in his ear.<|end|> | Eliphas slowly came to, feeling something on him. He didn't even have to see the being on top of him to be aroused; he felt the erotic energy pouring out of the being already. It felt good, it felt sexy, it felt... unholy. His eyes snapped open and he saw the daemonette, and tried with all his reserve energy to push her away, and run out the door. All he could manage was a slight wiggle away, barely escaping her grasp.
"Stay away, foul whore of darkness! The Emperor is with me, and I shall destroy you, or I shall die. You will not corrupt me!" He put on a holy face, hoping she wouldn't notice his enlarging member.<|end|> |
Roko eased himself off of his mount as he reached the stables, nodding to the keeper as he passed him the reins and tossed him a couple silver coins for keeping his wolf for the night. The orc looked around a moment, taking in his surroundings as he approached the small tavern just on the outskirts of Ratchet. The tavern was noticeably busy tonight, both Alliance and Horde were enjoying drinks and conversation but not with each other. The Horde managed to stay on the left side of the tavern, filling bar stools and tables while the Alliance stuck to the other.
With a smile, Roko stepped inside and helped himself to a stool and small table located near the middle of the tavern that was unoccupied. He met several stares and nods from other patrons, but the Orc was unfazed by most of it. His strong frame pushed through a crowd of goblins, keeping his hands on the hilts of his axes which rested at his hips before taking his seat. A familiar goblin approached his table, giving him a friendly grin and served him his usual mead before scurrying off to help other customers, leaving the Orc to take in the sights and sounds.<|end|> | Fauna entered the tavern, her long blue dress dangling from her petite Draenei frame. She was a local patron, in fact it was her beauty that brought in most business. She was so gorgeous that it was famed across the expanse of Ratchet and miles beyond that. Though she was more than just a pretty face, she was a harlot at times as well. Allowing any man or woman (if they suited her taste) access to her body for a price.
Tonight was no exception to her devious ritual. As she entered the bar, she saw a particularly interesting mount. A wolf. Wolves were an Orc-specific mount, and those greenskins were the easiest to tame pigeons. She saw the Orc in his massive bulk, sitting at the counter. Jackpot, she thought.<|end|> |
Discord smiled to himself as he flew above the homes of Ponyville, before landing outside Sugarcube Corner. He always enjoyed his visits to Pinkie; he could let go a little more here than he could in public in Ponyville, where he was somewhat limited in the fun he could have. As much as he enjoyed the freedom he now had, he couldn't replace the desires that were at his core - pure anarchic chaos, with a casual sprinkling of blood thrown in. But there's no point in chaos if there's nobody to enjoy it with, right?
He headed into the seemingly empty Sugarcube Corner and glanced around. "Pinkamena my dear? Are you in here?"<|end|> | Pinkie bounded down the stairs, locking the door behind him. "You're a little early, Discy," she giggled, moving to one of the cupboards. She opened it, sliding things out of the way and opening a trapdoor at the bottom, pulling out a small strongbox. She proceeded to unlock it, revealing a slimmed-down chef's knife set in padding. She stood, picking up the knife. She jerked and shuddered, her back arching and her hair drooping flat. "Mmmm, so sweetie, who's playing victim tonight?"<|end|> |
The door to the Fenton household opened with a small creak, the woman on the outside taking a moment to scan the interior with her goggle-covered eyes. All empty. Maddie Fenton, one of Amity Park's best known ghost hunters (Better known than her husband for quite a few reasons) took a cautious step into her house and shut the door behind her, a bag of groceries resting in one of her arms. "Jack?" she called out. No answer. "Jazz?" she added soon after. Again, no answer. Maddie hesitated for a moment and called out "Danny?" a little louder than the other names. Well, from the looks of things she was home alone, excellent! She quickly hurried into the kitchen and set the bag down on the counter, before scurrying upstairs to her bedroom.
Thank goodness she had some privacy, she'd been dying to fire one out. She slipped off her goggles and cowl to reveal her brunette hair and unblemished face. Her hands quickly worked to undo her tight suits, freeing her large breasts and her womanly hips. Once naked, she reached into her sock drawer and took out a newspaper clipping of Amity Park's own ghost boy 'Inviso-Bill.' Ugh this was so wrong, fantasizing about someone who, not only was young enough to be her son, but also the fact that this was a ghost of all things!
But...well, while she was still emotionally in love with her husband, sexually he couldn't do anything without taking about a dozen pills, and even then he lacked the stamina to fully please her. Plus she was having a fantasy she imagined most mature women had, to take a young inexperienced stud and show him the ropes. So with the picture in hand, Maddie let out a long groan and sank two fingers into her pussy.<|end|> | The ghostly apparition commonly known as 'Inviso-Bill', but more preferably as Danny Phantom, was making his dozenth or so pass over the usual haunting spots of the city before contacting his friends and fellow ghost hunters. "Looks like a surprisingly quiet night here in Amity Park," he noted with a mixture of disappointment and relief after the time wasted on this patrol, "No ghost activity to report after hours of patrolling. Not even any Goths with ghostly white complexions."
"Hey!" Came the familiar female voice on the other end; causing Danny to give an embarrassed chuckle before apologizing, "Heh. Sorry, Sam." Another sweep over the school and nothing yet, which caused the rather tired hero/public menace to let out a bored yawn before deciding, "Look, guys. I'm going to head home for now. Let me know if anything spooky pops up."
"You mean aside from helping my dad with his bunion?" Tucker Foley chimed in over the mic; only for an older male voice to call out in the background, "Tucker?! Is that you? I need your help again!" Immediately after came the rather rushed "Gotta go! Bye!" before Tucker's line went dead. From there Danny headed home while Sam and himself exchanged a few parting words to each other before hanging up.
Upon arriving home, Danny kept to his ghost form and turned invisible with the hopes of phasing through the walls and up to his room without anyone noticing. Surprisingly for his family, the place seemed awfully quiet as the teen made his way through the kitchen. "Huh. Looks like I got in while everyone else was out. At least that saves me having to come up with an excuse for where I was until now." The teen remarked before noticing the bags on the counter. "I guess Mom's here, at least. Probably down in the lab. Which means..." Danny muttered to himself; figuring it meant a quick shortcut through the bedrooms without any chance of disturbing anything while his parents might notice.
It didn't take long, however, before the invisible half-ghost found himself within his parents room and greeted to a rather unexpected sight. Freezing in mid-air, the currently invisible Danny's jaw dropped at the full on view of his mother pleasuring herself. "Woah." The teen whispered beneath his breath. In the past, the thought of his parents doing anything sexual would gross him out. Even their more intimate kisses made him a bit squeamish to be around for seeing. But seeing his mother on her own. No dad in sight. Fully exposed and in the midst of such intimacy. Well, it left Danny with a very different view of his better looking parental figure.
Watching Maddie for several moments, a rather shameful tent starting to form within those dark form fitting tights, Danny had to remind himself of how wrong this was before forcing himself to attempt in flying away. Taking the long way of flying by her, however, the teen hero couldn't help but let his eyes steal a few more glances of Maddie Fenton's rather full and mature curves.
What caught him perhaps by even bigger surprise, though, was when Danny managed to fly close enough to take a look at the photo in the newspaper clipping she was using for visual assistance. "Wait. That's me?!" The ghost boy blurted rather loudly; his concentration letting go enough for him to end up smacking into the nearby wall, which in turn sent him tumbling to the bedroom floor and out of his invisible state.
"Ohno." Danny uttered as his face turned white even for a ghost; quickly scrambling to his feet and holding both hands up in a defensive stance while trying to explain and maintain the alter ego, "It's, uh. It's not what it looks like, citizen! Go back to your, um, reading and..." His voice trailed off slowly; there was no way of explaining this one away as he begged, "Please don't tell da-er, I mean, Mr. Fenton?"<|end|> |
One hundred human years have passed since the Xros Wars... and peace has crossed the Digital World... although millions and millions of years have passed. Both Digimon and humans have lived in peace... no wars or evil has dared to come out to take either world due to the legends of the Digi-Destined... until now! Now a new and dark threat has taken over the Digital World, turning it into something more... sexual... rape and death follow everywhere and all because of some dark symbol... now new Digi-Destined are called to save our world... and so the story begins.
Yuki sighed sitting at his computer still in his school uniform as he completed some homework. "Fuck," he muttered. "Why the hell do I have to write five pages on ancient Japan?" He sighed softly and saved what he had before turning on an MMO he had been playing for a while. Then something happened... His screen started to glow with a white light, and at this he jumped back away from the computer as it spoke to him. "You have been called." And suddenly... he was gone.
When next he woke up, he found himself in some sort of forest with signs pointing every which way. He shook his head and looked around. "Where the fuck am I?"<|end|> | Seiko sighed softly, lounging in her bathtub at her estate as she played a game on her computer. She was enjoying herself quite a bit before her screen went blue. "Oh, son of a..." was all she got out before the computer spoke. "You have been called," and began to glow brighter and brighter. Scared, she tossed the laptop across the room, only to be sucked into it with a towel and her clothes. Thankfully, but she suddenly landed in a forest naked except for the suds over her body barely covering herself. She looked around and blinked. "Where the hell am I?" she asked before she squeaked noticing a man nearby.<|end|> |
The frontier world of Shas'an had a long way to go before it could become a fully fledged Sept of the Tau Empire. One of the unique challenges was the local fauna. Though not exactly dangerous, there had been a few incidents of aggression. That was part of the work that they did at Fia's lab. It was the central lab for breeding and fertility operations on the colony, and besides ensuring the high fertility rates needed to sustain a colony's population, the Earth caste scientists also developed less aggressive strains of local fauna. Fia wasn't involved in that project. She and her team were specialists in Tau breeding, and as they called off their shift for the evening, the three of them strolled wearily back to the hab block nearby.
Fia, the tallest of the girls, was the team's leader from the Bork'an Sept and was a very light blue in color. Vy and her sister Cho were local-born, and had the distinct purple tint that Tau of Shas'an had started to develop. All of them wore standard Earth caste kit, dark blue bodysuits under white lab gowns. They walked and joked with one another, happy to be done with another day but also talking about taking their work home with them. Both sisters hoped to find bond-mates and conceive offspring soon. Fia merely wondered how she would manage the workload while they were on gestation leave. None of them realized that they were being stalked from the shadows.<|end|> | "Patriarch," the Magus spoke up, "these are the three who work on the breeding of their kind." The other two near by were also relaying information before he spoke powerfully, the sound resonating over their own thoughts. "The leader is mine, do with the other two as you wish... Make it look like an attack directed by one of the scientist's rivals..."They spoke enthusiastically that his will would be done as he closed his eyes waiting for his prize to arrive. After all, a brood lord like him did not need do much more than direct his lessors till his true masters arrived. "One survivor who ran to save her own hide, and she will return to be the start of something grand in this worthless Tau encampment, some empire..." He chortled at that they were all ants scurrying around before the will of others, only who he was under was too vast to imagine they had no chance.
The magus moved forward with a grace that fit his station - a low faction, but it has been making some noise. "Ahh how are the three of you doing this day?" He nodded to each in turn, his bald head and heavy features making him rarely one who had anyone outside of a few political whores at his call. "Fia, I would ask that you escort me, I have someone who would like to meet you very much. He is rather shy, but was hoping to talk to you about the breeding program." He was known for speaking very bluntly, and as a second in command, his 'liege' was often hidden away to busy to be concerned with such low matters. However, there have been a few who had devoted themselves to the strange man always hidden giggling about his features, and seemed to hide all suspicions about the man being always locked away. The two gene stealers ahead waited quietly, one above the light in an alley they would need to take unless they were planning on a longer walk. They would chase the women down if must either way; the three women were not going to be free to continue their work unless it was under the Patriarch's command.<|end|> |
Voldemort, otherwise known as Tom Riddle, smiled indulgently as he stepped into the manor's dining room, relaxed and pleased as all the Death Eaters within stood and bowed before sitting again. At a young age, he'd learned to crave power, and now he had everything he wanted.
Moving to his seat at the head table, he spared a pleased smile for Bellatrix as he sat down. "Any new things going on today?" He asked, looking around the table. The question was posed to everyone, but it was mostly for Bellatrix, whom he hadn't had a chance to visit with for a few days. For now, content to see what his followers would say, he settled in. Loyal Lucius, with beautiful Narcissa, whose stomach was just starting to round with their first child. Rudolphus, who's wife he loved, and was a friend and follower enough to give him leave to court her. And finally, Rabastan, the fun-loving youngest Lestrange, who made anything seem less dreary.<|end|> | As soon as Bellatrix saw him, she bowed as low as she could, smiling before taking her seat.
She waited a moment while others informed him of various work-related items. The fear that they struck into people's hearts, so on and so forth. Bellatrix loved the Dark Lord more than anyone else in the room, even her own husband. A certain glow surrounded her, but nobody knew what it was. When the last Death Eater finished reporting, Bellatrix coughed slightly. "My Lord, I have wonderful news..." she began, smiling with a loving look. "I'm... I'm with child."<|end|> |
It had been a long day for Kate Beckinsale. She had many friends over enjoying her company at her mansion, soaking in the pool and eating what food was on offer. Maybe even some stars had turned up in their bikinis and had a fabulous time before leaving late in the evening.
It was around 6pm now and the crowd of people became much smaller, only closer friends staying. Kate walked through the back door and into her home, leaving wet footprints behind her. Wearing an orange bikini that showcased her delightful figure, she made her way to the basement where her wine was stacked. Walking down the stairs, she opened the door and found herself in a maze of bottles, hundreds at least. Going through each section, she finally found something to her liking and picked it up. Looking up at the ceiling, she could hear laughter that made her smile. It had been a good day; everyone enjoyed themselves and didn't have any complaints.
Scratching the back of her head, Kate attempted to make her way upstairs and back to the party before she heard a noise. Squinting her face in confusion, she closed the basement door and turned the corner in to a hallway instead of going back outside.<|end|> | A lean, quick-limbed man intent on a target slipped through the mansion's white rooms, seeking prey. He had been watching outside for hours, ready for the right moment. Now his instincts told him that moment was approaching. Lurking with caution, he hid outside first, gauging the atmosphere. Security was lax with the convivial mood and he slipped in through a side door, face obscured for any cameras.
The afternoon heat still hung in the house, even as twilight quickly approached, and sweat prickled across his skin. From an interior balcony he was able to study the remaining guests - and the woman he had come to snatch. For a moment he was almost frozen by the sight of her firm frame parading below him.
He waited patiently, minutes oozing by like hours. Finally he saw her come inside from the pool, and his tensed muscles surged into action. Somewhere distant the babble of contented laughter and voices was rippling down, but the house itself was silent save for the padding of her feet. He drew as close as he could behind her, listening to the rattle of bottles, and drawing out his taser. It made a small click as it fired into life, and he shuffled back quickly into an alcove as the curious Kate came in investigate. As she stepped cautiously into the dark of the hallway, he leapt out and jabbed her in the back of her neck with the taser, putting her out quickly with a sharp savage jolt.
Wasting no time, he threw her wet and supple body over his shoulder, escaping quickly from the house. The upstairs occupants were so oblivious he even walked right out the front door, unnoticed by anyone. He moved down the path to his plain white GMC van, dumping his captive in the back. Every sound and movement seemed utterly amplified in his excitement and paranoia.
He bound and gagged her with duct tape as she groggily started to come around, forcing him to administer another painful shock to put her back out. With a triumphant slap on her rock-hard ass, he slammed the van doors and practically ran into the driver's seat. Firing up the coughing engine, he and the kidnapped Kate rolled off into the night, and he finally allowed himself a wicked laugh of delight.<|end|> |
Alexis was woken up early by Draco shaking her roughly. "Alexis, Wake up! You lazy ass," he laughed. Alexis just covered her head with the blanket and growled. "Five more minutes, Draco." She said sleepily. Draco sighed. "Come on, we have to get ready to go to my house for the holidays. We need to take the train to King's Cross, and if you don't get up, we're going to miss the train." He shook her again. "Grrrfine, I'm up." Alexis threw off the blanket and went to the bathroom to take a shower. When she was finished, she got dressed and sprayed herself with peach body spray before making her way down to the common room with her trunk. "Okay, let's go then." She said looking at Draco.
When they arrived at King's Cross station, they got off the train and waited for Draco's father. "Where is he?" Alexis asked impatiently. She was freezing and her cheeks were turning red. She started pacing back and forth until a car pulled up and someone inside motioned for them to get in. Alexis followed Draco's lead and got into the back seat.
Alexis walked into the manor and her jaw dropped. It was a huge place and looked as if it could fit five or maybe even ten families, and Draco's family had the place to themselves. "I am so jealous of you right now," Alexis whispered into Draco's ear as they walked into the sitting room and sat down.<|end|> | He awaited his son to come home for the holidays, but what he didn't expect was a friend to come along as well. As Draco walked in with her, he looked at him.
"Welcome home, my boy," he said, then added, "Now, who is the lovely young lady we have here?"
He grabbed the young girl's hand and kissed it, a habit he still did with his wife today.
"Well, I'm sure we can get acquainted later on," he continued. "Please, Draco, show her around the home. I know it's big, but you get used to it."<|end|> |
Treno was probably the worst place to be if you were the best sort of people, but thankfully...none of those people really frequented it very much. It was the city that never slept in a kingdom that had a curfew, it was the place that dreams were made of if you had luck and a lot of gil. It was a place where you could get anything you wanted if you knew the right people and had a good price on hand. More commonly, however...it was known for its casinos that attracted people far and wide. Lionel liked to pretend it didn't exist, but it usually seemed fairly interested when it seemed to be getting a generous helping from the taxes. There was not a day that went by that Treno didn't have dusty and worn travelers from all over the globe trying to get lucky, and generally failing. Yet people hoped against hope that they would be the one to strike it lucky...not that it ever happened. It was a plan shared between two Al-Behd brothers, Sabi and Ezen. Both of them looking a little more dispirited than usual. Sabi was the younger, although it was hard to tell from first glance as they both seemed to look about the same. If it weren't for Sabi's hair cut short and Ezen's settled in a long braid, they'd have been unrecognizable twins...barring their clothes, of course.
"Well, that's it..." Sabi replied dryly, fingers drumming on the glass table. A fine aldgoat leather jacket settled against his chair as he leaned back with a weary sigh. "We made five hundred gil...out of the three thousand we spent."
"Not very good odds," Ezen admitted, reclining back with his drink. It was a stupid plan, but they both knew they had nothing else to rely on. Which is probably why they were too busy sulking to really think of anything better.
"Not even a quarter of what we owe, either...what are we gonna do, big brother?" he sighed, hands behind his head with a frown. What could they do? Not much...as it stood, they were nowhere near what they needed to actually pay off the debt. Not that the three thousand would have helped much anyway.
"I don't know, Sabi...drink more?" Ezen shrugged, taking another drink. He had no idea what to tell him, and that bugged him even more since Ezen was the one who suggested it in the first place. The mercenary business wasn't exactly as smooth as it needed to be, and in Bikanel...well, they were better off just not trying.
So they decided to try their luck at Lionel, by way of Treno. For all the good that had done both of them. But hey, Sabi was good with his fists...and he had a gun, how hard could it be for young, strapping men to find work?
"...We're dead, aren't we?" Sabi replied, and eventually Ezen sighed.
"...Probably?"
Well, it wasn't as if their mood was anything new in Treno. Most people seemed a little down lately, aimless almost. Lots of idiots like them got down on their luck and hoped to make it big on some huge score.
Maybe luck was leaving Treno for brighter pastures, if there was even such a thing?<|end|> | There were not two others in all of Treno that looked as out of place as the pair standing in the courtyard beyond the main gates. One was tall and willowy, her long white ears and the stilettos common to her race only added to her height. Her crimson eyes could be quite unsettling to those who had yet to lay eyes on a Veira more so than her actual appearance at times. She was dressed in almost black leather armor sculpted to fit her lithe shape by the leather-working guild in Gridania, though the Veira were not known for their modesty due to a lack of male presence in their culture. Her outfit could be considered more revealing than those of the women selling their services throughout Treno. The large oak bow slung across her back did little to detract from her appearance. She seemed entirely oblivious to the stares she received as she scanned the dusty flagstone streets.
In comparison, her companion was the complete opposite. Almost two heads shorter than the willowy Veira, this young woman sported feline-like ears and a long swishing tail. Her hair was cropped to the shoulder and the same inky black as the fur on her tail and ears. She stared at everything around her with vibrant amethyst eyes, much like an excited child upon first discovering something new. The Moon Keeper Miqote was easily excited by new things, and her desire to learn led her to practice one of the most difficult magical arts in all the realms. No one would guess looking at the petite but curvy feline that she was in fact a Summoner from Gridania. Her robes were simple linen, dyed a shade of purple to match her eyes, and she carried what appeared to be a large tome on her hip. The only indication of her abilities was a symbol sewn onto the left sleeve of her robes.
Miah was practically bouncing on the spot, her tail flicking with excitement. Gywn, look at this place! She exclaimed, leaning over the stone banister that encased the upper courtyard of the city, giving a wonderful view of Treno. It's so different from home! The Miqote had a soft, subtle purr to her voice when she spoke.
Gywn, her Veira companion pulled her away from the banister with an admonishing look. We came here for a reason, did we not? Her voice was clear, with a musical sound to it. You have dragged me away from the forests chasing nightmares to this place. She gave a pair of ogling men a distasteful look.
Miah was already trotting off down the steps towards the main city with an idle flap of her hand. I just want to explore a little. She told her long-time friend. What's a gambling house? Her attention already diverted before they reached the first intersection. Before Gwyn could stop her, she pushed through the doors into a sprawling room filled with tables and men enjoying their games and their drinks. Gwyn took a firm hold of Miah’s collar. We are going now. She declared, turning to drag her friend away. She stopped when she felt Miah’s entire body tense up and a soft growl escape her lips. Immediately after, she felt something ripple through the city, it had a dark, putrid feel to it like stepping into a swamp of tainted water and muck.
"What was that?" She asked, nudging her tense friend when she didn't immediately get a response.
The look on Miah's face was a mix of pain, fear, and anger. The combination sent a shiver up Gywn's spine. "I think the nightmare has arrived." Miah practically hissed.<|end|> |
Misty sighed as she ran a hand through her long, red hair. How many years had it been? She was 27 years old now... It had been over 12 years since she'd decided to return home and settle down. Unfortunately, the life of a gym leader hadn't exactly been as thrilling as she had been hoping. The competition from the various trainers had been moderate at best. Occasionally she'd get someone good, someone that could actually give her a challenge and beat her, but most of the trainers were just amateur wannabes. Not even worth pitying with some of her weaker Pokemon.
Still, what drew most people in was the swimming shows. Her sisters still put on the shows, though despite their insistence, Misty tended to stay away, and certainly didn't participate anymore.
Of course all this had left her life boring, dull, and unfulfilled. "Ugh..." Misty sighed as she slowly walked into the main hall of the gym, dropping a towel, wearing only a form-fitting blue bikini. She was going to go for a swim while it was quiet. There were few people around the city at the moment, and she wasn't expecting any trainers to come along to challenge her for a few days. "Ahhhh..." The woman sighed happily as she slipped into the water, then dove beneath and began to swim around in the large glass tank, blissfully unaware of her surroundings beyond the water.<|end|> | A young man of about 17 smiled when he finally arrived at the end of his journey. The Cerulean City gym supposedly had a famous water show, as well as a beautiful gym leader, not to mention there was a legend of a cave nearby that once held a legendary pokemon. The teenager had mostly ventured here to find that legendary pokemon, but he would have been lying if he said he wasn't interested in that beautiful gym leader. He walked into the gym and looked around for anyone to battle.
"Hello? Is anyone here?" The 6'1 male brushed a hand through his black hair and spoke up once more, "Oh you have gotta be kidding me. I'm gonna lose it if this gym is abandoned." He looked around with shimmering green eyes, once he caught sight of the gorgeous woman in the giant clear tank. He walked up to the glass, staring at her for a moment, lost in her beauty.
The young male nervously closed his black jacket with the words Fair Play in red on the sleeves and on the back and zipped up to hide his pink t-shirt that had a ditto face on it. It was of course an embarrassing gift he only wore on laundry day.
He then reached into his blue jeans' pocket and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled on it quickly. He tapped on the glass several times and held up the paper which said, "Sorry to bother you. Are you the gym leader?" He smiled nervously and waited for her response.<|end|> |
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