An actual post? Madness.

Dear loyal minions and assorted Communist scum;

Since the host that I was going to build Mors on is now made of the AIDS that is redirection to what is likely a spyware and adware filled program, I have fully jumped ship. As such, here is a link to the FE S and SS Supports;

http://rapidshare.com/files/87728460/morssupports.zip.html

Hugs and kisses,

Kyle

Life At The Academy: New Year

It was New Year's Day, but he didn't very much care. He was up much too late for his liking the night before, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Of course, nobody would let him, they were all too busy knocking on his door and trying to get him to open up to wish him a happy new year; like they didn't do that enough at the damned party the night before.

No sooner had he hit the bed again than somebody else was knocking. He grumbled and got up for the tenth time in less than an hour, he was about ready to scream bloody murder. He was just about to get to the door when it opened, seems he didn't lock it that last time. Standing there was a girl with blond hair in a short skirt, it was none other than the "idol" of the school, Alexis.

"Happy new years, Aeolus!"

She was all chipper and cheerful, not something he wanted to hear right now. She just came right on in, now concerned at all that he didn't, you know, invite her to come in. She didn't even seem to notice that she was invading his privacy, or that he looked tired, or that he wasn't actually dressed.

"A new year brings new adventures, new challenges, new opportunities, ne-"

She stopped in mid-sentence when she finally realized that he was just in his underwear. Her cheeks turned bright red as a hand moved up to her mouth, eyes wide in shock. You'd think this was the first time she'd ever seen a man in the mostly nude before.

"You... you're...!"

"In my underwear, yes."

He answered, voice just so uncaring and unconcerned. He always slept in his underwear after all, so it's not some massive and earth shattering event. But to look at her, you'd think the sky was falling, the ground was caving in, men were gnashing their teeth and woman were crying as the streets flowed red with the blood of the innocent.

"Why are you in your underwear?!"

She seemed rather freaked out by this; she must not have much experience with men. Which, in the end is surprising for him, those uniforms just screamed rape victim... or slut.

"Because I always wear just them when sleeping?"

"But... but...!"

"And I was trying to sleep before you came in... and before everybody decided to wake me up, then keep me awake."

She didn't seem to want to have none of this;

"You shouldn't have let me in if youwere dressed like that!"

"... I don't remember actually inviting you in. You sort of just barged in."

"But even still... you... you shouldn't be..."

He was getting so very annoyed with her; for a girl that could duel with the bes of them, she was a complete moron. His annoyance was showing through as he narrowed his eyes, his tone changing to match it;

"Oh yes, do forgive me Alexis. I should have known to assume that you'd be a rude little bitch that just enters a persons room without permission, comes waltzing on in like she owns the place then goes about complaining because I'm in my underwear IN MY OWN DAMNED PRIVATE ROOM.

There you go, Alexis. Are you happy now?"

She was stunned, nobody had ever spoken to her in such a way, but more to the point was that he was right. She just barged on into his room, then went into a fit over what he was doing in his own room. She felt like such an idiot, such a fool... such a bitch. She looked down, eyes avoiding his own;

"I... I'm sorry... I shouldn't have said that, or just barged in. It was rude of me, it was wrong. Could you ever forgive me?"

"... Given some time... and when I'm not as tired..."

She looked up at him and smiled, he was so very forgiving, despite being so annoyed and angry with her. She couldn't help but move in close and give him a kiss on the cheek, which surprised him; he wasn't expecting that at all. She surprised herself as well, she didn't think she'd of done that.

"Thank you, Aeolus..."

She remained close to him for so long... or perhaps it was a very short time, buyt for him it seemed so long. He could smell her so very clearly, her scent was much more mild than a normal teenage girls; she didn't wear sickenly sweet perfume like the others. He was fully aware of her body, every curve, every feature that he could see in hours of watching her. Her uniform hugged her body in ways she didn't even know that he agonized over... it was a good thing he hid those images he took of her.

Perhaps it was his being so tired, perhaps it was because he was so close to her, that he was alone with her in his room... or maybe he wanted to get some kind of revenge against her for being such a little bitch, but he decided he would do something that he normally wouldn't dare. Just as she was moving away from him, his arms moved out and grabbed her shoulders, causing her to gasp slightly. He looked her in the eyes, and she looked back, confused and wondering what he was doing.

Her blood chilled as he smirked, then pushed her down so suddenly, onto her knees. A hand went to the back of her head, fingers moving into her hair, taking hold of a clump as he pushed her forward, her face pressing against his crotch, making her close one of her eyes out of instinct. Her face was fire red at this point, her hands pressing against his legs, trying to get away.

"Stop it, Aeolus! Let me go this instant!"

He suddenly and mercilessly pulled his hand up, pulling at the very roots of her hair, making her cry out in pain, silencing her demands. Her wanted to slap her, but that would leave an ugly welt on her pretty face, and that would just ruin things. He looked down at her and sneered, making sure to keep her in pain.

"Shut up! You're lucky, Alexis, you really are... any other rude little bitch wouldn't be getting such kindness from me; most of them would have their legs spread by now and my dick pounding their cunts, regardless of if they wanted it or not. You should be thanking me, you see... I don't want to rape you, I want you to do this out of a desire to make your unforgivable actions up to me. I'm giving you the choice to do what I want, I'm giving you the chance to derive some manner of pleasure out of this.

But if I have to, I'll take what I want by force... and I promise you that I'll make it hurt so very badly. So, please Alexis, just do what I want. And don't even think of doing me harm in a vain attempt to get away, because I WILL stop you and I'll make sure that you suffer for it. I don't exactly wish to ruin the beautiful face that you were graced with, much less the incredible body that you have, but if I must I'll do so."

She ceased her struggles and he loosened up on her hair, the pain she felt lessening significantly. She sat there on her knees, face pressed against his crotch, her mind racing with what was said. She didn't want to be raped and possibly beaten, but at the same time this wasn't really any better; she didn't want to pleasure him sexually!

She looked up at him, her eyes trembling as they begged him to let her go. But he wouldn't show her that much mercy, he couldn't. He was in too deep now, his ass would be thrown in the fire if she told him... so he may as well milk it for all that he can. He pulled her hair again, making her yelp in pain.

"Pull my underwear down and get to it, or else I'll have to take more extreme messasures, you little bitch."

She wanted to break down and cry, not because of the pain, but because he was being so cruel to her, calling her a bitch and forcing her into this. But what else could she do; the alternatives were worse than what she had going for her now. She swallowed hard and nodded, her small hands reaching up to his underwear. As they took hold of the waistband, he loosened his grip kon haor once more, rewarding her for being a good girl and obeying him.

In one swift, fluid motion she pulled it down, then yelped again when his dick sprang forth and slapped her on the face. Her eyes went a little wide when she pulled away enough to see it in all its glory; it must have been atleast an inch and half thick and eight inches long. She simply stared at it, shocked beyond belief... it was the biggest she'd ever seen, she didn't expect him to be packing that much. He must have hit it well, or had amazing control to not pop such a massive boner at any given time that she was around.

She began to fidget slightly, her crotch began to feel hot, the familiar tingle of sexual arousal made itself known. She licked her lips and then leaned forward, moving her head to the side of his shaft, then pressed her lips against it. He groaned at the feeling, hand letting go of her hair, only to stroke it as she moved them on toward the head of his dick, kissing every inch. Once she reached the head, she teased it slightly with her tongue, much to his pleasure, but then she shifted, a hand taking hold of him.

Lifting his shaft upward as best as possible, she moved to its underside and began to move back, toward his balls. She could feel his pulse through his dick, his heart was racing as she kissed him, not missing a single inch of his warm, throbbing man meat. Part of her wanted to take it into her mouth and suck it dry here and now but she held off; that could wait until later. Once she finally reached his balls, she surprised him by taking hold of his sac with her other hand, fondling his balls gently as her other took a firm grip on his shaft and began to move, jerking him off good and hard.

"Ahhh! Oh God, that's good...!"

He moaned, his leg muscles tensing up to ensure that they didn't give out on him. She was encouraged by his reaction and kept up the pace, but she added something new; she leaned forward and lifted his balls to her mouth, then latched onto his sac with her lips. She all but consumed one of his balls, taking it into her mouth, then began to lick and even suck on it, much to his pleasure. His precum flowed like a river from the slit on his head and covered her hand

Life At The Academy: Christmas

It was a few days before the holiday that had become too commercial; Christmas. Aeolus didn't really see the point in celebrating it, but everybody else seemed to enjoy it; most likely because it meant getting gifts. It never snowed on the island, the only way you could tell it was that time of year was because of all the decorations put up everywhere.

About the only good thing that would come of this was that his shopping was on the cheap side; he knew very few people well enough, and of those, cards for them weren't that expensive. The only thing he had trouble with was one person; a girl. Not just any girl, though... an 11 year old girl named Blair.

She followed him like a little lost kitten everywhere he went these days, even after he transferred to the Blue dorm. The irony being, the dorm he was in was the same that caused all the problems in the first place. At times he wished he'd never followed her into that dorm room that night, or dueled and beaten her, which thus brought on her little schoolgirl crush... but those times were few and far between; he actually did like having somebody that adored him so much.

It was a Saturday, and as was normal for him he headed off for the Red dorm. As he came close, he could see her waiting for him on the stairs, just like always, her eyes scanning the distance for him. When he came with sight her cute little face lit up, then she got to her feet and ran to him, she was as excited as a puppy. She hugged him as best she could, being as she was still a few feet too short and her arms weren't long enough fully encompass his body, and he in turn patted her on the head, then stroked her long, black hair.

"I missed you, Mister Aeolus..."

Her voice was so small and cute, and she was just as cute in the way she talked, she seemed to love referring to him in such a way. He smiled down at her, then turned and kneeled down so that she could get on his back, her small hands taking hold of his shoulders. He stood up and grabbed her small legs to help support her, then he began to walk away from the dorm, giving her a piggy back ride. One would figure that she wouldn't like it, as it was something one mostly did with small children, but she loved it... because it gave her a chance to be close to him, closer than she would ever normally be.

She happily sighed and rubbed her cheek against the back of his head before placing her forehead there, resting her own head on his own. As creepy as it might seem, she even sniffed his hair, to see if he had been using that shampoo that she gave him. To her delight, she found that he had used it, which only made her happier.

"So where are we going today, Mister Aeolus?"

"I figured that maybe we'd head to the ocean and get some swimming in. Of course since neither one of us has any swim wear, we'd have to make sure nobody saw us. But don't worry, my dear... if anybody does see, I'll just dunk your head under the water and say I'm alone. But don't go grabbing anything down there... and don't judge, because that water can be cold!"

She giggled a little at the thought of it, but knew he wasn't being serious. He was all but unable to give her a normal, straight answer the first time she asked.

"My, you're such a naughty boy. But really, where are we going?"

"I'll let you pick today, okay? It's been a while since you've done that."

She made what he called her cute little thinking noise, it was something that always came from her whenever she began to pondered things over. She squirmed a little bit against his back as she thought ever longer, it was just another one of those cute little things that she did, but it told him that she wasn't completely sure if she had come upon a good idea or not.

"Um... how about we go to the lake near your dorm? I've heard all these stories about how it has all kinds of rare types of fish, and I've always want to see them for myself. I've tried a few times before, but... they wouldn't let me near it because I didn't belong. So... can we go and look at them...?

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease...?"

She was just so adorable... and she knew how to push his buttons and make him give into her by using that adorableness. He just couldn't say no when she asked like that;

"Sure thing... and maybe if you're good, I'll let you feed them."

She squealed in delight, so very much like the young girl that she was. She hugged him as best she could given her position, then kissed the back of his head.

"You're the best, Mister Aeolus! But... before that, could we... um..."

She shifted and fidgeted a little bit, he could tell that she didn't want to ask. He halted and looked over his shoulder, trying to face her as best as possible. Sometimes he wished his head worked like that of an owl;

"What's wrong? You know you can ask me anything."

She bite her lip and chewed on it slightly, she didn't exactly like to bother him with things, especially considering that he was carrying her around. But this was important...

"Um... could we maybe... head to the school for a few minutes? I need to get something from there..."

One of his eye brows rose at that, it seemed rather odd that she was worried about something so trivial;

"Is that what this was all about? Really now, you shouldn't be scared to ask when it's something minor like that, especially considering that we're heading in that general direction."

"I'm sor-"

"Don't apologize for that. Just tell me, are you in a hurry?"

"Um... a little bit. I want to get there before... well, I just need to get there a little bit quickly."

He wasn't exactly sure why she hesitated to finish her original thought, but shrugged it off; he didn't want to press the issue, especially considering that the more time he spends grilling her, the less time they'd have to enjoy one another's company, not to mention that she wanted to get to the school quickly.

To that end, he suddenly lurched forward and went into a full blown jog causing her to yelp in shock. Her arms and legs instantly clamp down on him as tightly as she physically could, so as to not fall off.

"Mister Aeolus, that was mean! You should've warned me that you were going just start running like that!"

He laughed a little at upon hearing that, she could be such a little whiner when she wanted to. But like so many things about her, it just made her more adorable.

"You said you wanted to get there quickly, didn't you? All I'm doing is getting you there."

"... A little warning still would've been nice. I could have fallen off and hurt myself!"

He shook his head, then tighten his grip on her small legs to ensure that she was even more securly attached to his body than she already was;

"Blair, I would never, ever let any harm come to you. Your safety is very important to me... it's perhaps the single most important thing when we're together. I'd never let you be hurt if I can help it, and I'll fight to keep you safe regardless of how futile it may seem."

Blair flushed considerably as her arms moved, just enough so that she could hug him, knowing full well that he would keep her safe. Her little head slipped around his own until her lips came to his cheek and kissed it softly, then sighed happily as she pressed her cheek against his own. She was such an easy girl to please which was good for him; he just loved to please her in any way he could.

They got to the school fairly quickly, even after he slowed down several times to ensure that she wouldn't slip off of him. He headed inside of the building itself, and just as he was about to ask her where she wanted to go, she began to fidget;

"Mister Aeolus, I need you to let me down, so I can go..."

He, of course let her down. He offered to go with her, but she shook her head.

"Thanks, but I have to do this by myself... so... um... please, just wait for me here, okay?"

He nodded and she went off, actually running as fast as her little legs could take her. He waited there for all of ten seconds, but his natural curiosity got the better of him, and so he followed close behind, making sure that she wouldn't catch him. It was actually rather easy; she never looked over her shoulder, nor did she show any signs of even realizing that he was following behind.

After a short little job for him, he realized where she was going; she was heading for the schools shop, a place where one could purchase anything from cards to snacks. Finally, she came to the store and stepped in, and he hit as she was greeted by the shop girl, to ensure that he wouldn't be caught.

"Hello, what can I do for you today?"

She asked, her voice taking on a sing songy tone as was usual for her, but the small girl didn't answer; she merely looked about, as though searching for something. Aeolus stuck close to the door and peered in from his little hiding spot, watching as she looked through multiple cases, at times getting onto her knees, to see the lower shelves.

She sighed softly and become all frowny upon realizing that she had looked through all of the cases that were there. What she wanted simply wasn't there; but what she wanted was a mystery to him.

"Please don't look like that... please, tell me what you're looking for. I maybe have what you want that's not in the cases in the back."

The shop girl spoke, trying to bring some hope back to the small girls face. Blair didn't waste a second, she rose to her feet and walked over to her, then looked up, eyes having some slight hope. But, at the same time her face took on an indifferent look; she didn't want to get her hopes up too much;

"Um... do you, by any chance have a... Black Magician Girl...?"

He was a little surprised that she would have asked for that exact card, it was one that he'd been lusting after for months, but couldn't really afford; it was just so very rare these days. Almost instantly the shop girl smiled at the small girl and raised a finger, then headed off into the back room, to look for the card in question. Blair's hopes were raised, why else would she smile if they didn't have the card in stock?

Moments later, her hopes were confirmed when, finally, the shop girl came back out of the back room, the card in hand. It was in a clear, hard plastic case that was held together with screws, to ensure that both the card couldn't be damaged nor could the case fall apart and expose the card to any damage.

"Ah... how much is it?"

"Considering how rare it is and the time of year... the price is --and do keep what I just said in mind-- 20,000 DP."

Aeolus' eyes felt like they wanted to pop out of his skull, he just couldn't believe what he was hearing. The price had been 10,000 DP just a few days ago when he came around here asking for a price. But now, it had been doubled... just what in the Hell kind of rip off were they trying to pull here? Why, if he weren't attempting to keep himself hidden, he'd rush in there and...

"Oh, but... I only have 12,000...! Isn't there any way I could get it for that much? Please...?"

"I'm sorry.... but I can't lower the price; it was set by the owner. This is the last one we have, and there's no telling when we'll get another one... besides, given the time of year, we're lucky to even have this one left."




She sat down next to him on his bed, her cheeks flushed at the mere though of actually being there, in his room, with him... on his bed. It was something she never though would happen, and yet she was there. To top it off her actually wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close, allowing her to snuggle close to him.

She couldn't think of a better gift... anything he could give her would never compare to this moment of tenderness.

"I thought long and hard about what to get you... I even asked a slew of other girls from the other dorm as to what they though would be a good gift, but every option they came up with wasn't good enough. You mean more to me than some little store bought gift could ever convey... so... I couldn't buy you something.

But... I still have something for you, my dear little Blair..."

A hand slipped to one of her cheeks and strokes it softly. She flushed even more, and his fingers slipped to her small chin. There, he took hold and lifted her face, until she was looking straight at him, and he was there, looking down at her. He could see how flushed she was; she was so very adorable.

"I think you'll like it, Blair... it's something that I'm sure you've wanted for a very long time."

Slowly, he began to lean down, and she realized what he was about to do. Her small eyes closed as she lifted her little rear end off the bed, pushing herself upwards. Soon, they came within mere inches, feeling the others warm breath... she was trembling, body overwhelmed by the fact that she was going to be kissed by the man she loved so much.

Life At The Academy: Red Dorm

Aeolus looked upon his new home away from home, and the first thng that came to mind was the fact that the place was a dump. His parents were paying a hefty amount for him to be here, and this run down little dorm was what he got for their money? He was hoping to live in some kind of comfort; that could atleast partially offset the heat of this tropical Hell, an active volcano and the fact that he had to actually attend classes here.

"Damned Ritual Summons."

He mumbled to himself as he hoisted up his bags, he even had to carry these. He told his mother he didn't need that much, but she didn't listen; how typical of her. Worse, she all but sprang an extra bag on him full of things that she packed, essentially what she wanted him to take that he had planned to just leave behind in the first place.

Death Embraces Her

In a dark corner with his trusty shotgun in his hands, he watched her, busy in a vain attempt to find him. She had lagged behind during the chase, and when she finally managed to climb her way inside of the dimly lit at best building, he was already hiding. What a joke this was, she found him by sheer luck, and she thought she had the ability to keep up with a man who made it his mission to be as fast, as stealthy as he possibly could?

"Stupid little bitch. I could kill you so easily right now... but then, what's the fun in that...?"

He smirked at that thought, looking her over. She looked like a real whore, with those incredibly tight black jeans that clung to her body. They must have been a few sizes too small for her, and to top it off, they were one of those fucking low rider pieces of shit that had come into fashion. Butm the biggest give away was her half shirt... it barely covered her tits, and good Lord, they were huge; must be a solid D cup, if not more so. He could see them moving, swaying... if she's wearing a bra, it must not be working very well.

The worst was the hair. Oh, he enjoyed long hair... but it was dyed an ugly shade of blue, the kind of shade that stupid little bitches dyed their hair because it's in fashion or they think it makes them different.The choice of leather for a makeshift hair band only made him hate her more... he had a powerful desire to just strangle her to death with it.

But he wouldn't. Oh no, he wants to have some fun before he kills her... and he wants to make her death a little more memorable for her when she rises from the dead. Such was the glorious side effect of the zombie outbreak and the miracle cure that brought the walking dead back to "proper" Human existence, to be forced to recall your own death and the time you spent trying to eat your former fellows as the hunger for their bodies drove you to a near madness.

Slowly, he crouched down and grabbed a lose bit of a wall, broken off from a gunfight that had erupted some time prior to his using the place as an ambush spot. Then, slowly getting back up, he made sure that her back was turned to him... and threw it. The very instant it hit the floor to his left, sure turned and ran over, gun at the ready.

"The fool."

He smirked, she was running right into his trap. As she looked about in the general area of its landing, which was within mere feet of him and her back, he tightened his grip on his shotgun. Spinning it around quickly, he made sure that it butt of the weapons was aimed right at her, so that he could strike with swift, brutal ease. Then, without making a sound, he came charging from his corner, weapon raised and pointed right at her head!

He struck her, the blunt end striking home with brutal, near skull crushing power. Crying out for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head as she falls forward... but, before she could even hit the ground, he slammed it into her again. And then once again. Each strike was as brutal as the last, almost enough to fracture her skull.

Panting as he stands over her body, he looks down at her, looking for any signs of life, any signs that she wasn't out cold. She laid there, completely motionless, he could see the blood already oozing from her head, staining her hair. He thought, for a moment, that it would be incredibly funny if it turned purple.

Once convinced that she wasn't laying a trap of her own, he crouched down once more and checked for a pulse on her neck. He could feel it... it was still rather strong, telling him that he merely knocked her out. He smirked, bitch'll have a Hell of a headache when she comes around.

But, before that, he must prepare her for the fun that is to come. Laying down his beloved shotgun, he grabs her leather hair band and pulls it away from her hair, pulling it so it's no longer looped. Then, he grabs one of her arms and puts it behind her back, then wraps one end of the leather around the wrist. He does the same to the other arm and wrist, then binds ti together, leaving her arms effectively tied behind her back. But now, he needs something for her legs...

Looking her over, he takes notice of her belt. His smirk grows ever wider as he roughly flips her over, her tits bouncing a bit. For a moment, he wanted so badly to check and see if there was anything holding them... but he managed to hold that urge at bay, for now. That can wait until she's come around, until she can see and know what's happening.

He grabs that belt of her, carefully, avoiding the spikes. Undoing the buckle, he pulls it from her body, then, once more, he flips her body. Moving down, he lifts an ankle up and wraps the belt around it, then the other... and tightens it, then buckles it up. Now, she can't grab at him, she can't walk... she can't get away.

But, one more thing is needed... to gag her. He doesn't normally keep anything on his person to gag his victims, he normally just kills them before they can really make a noise. Looking around the dimly lit room, he can see nothing to use, not even a shred of cloth to...

"Ah...!"

His eyes light up as he looks at her, or rather, her legs. Pulling out his beloved knife, which has been sharped and honed to be almost like a dagger, he slips it under one of her pant legs then, with a few tugs, he manages to cut it open, going higher and higher, cutting more of it open. When he believes he has enough, he cuts around the leg, then pulls away at the fabric, leaving a large chunk of her leg bare. Then, once again, he flips her over, then pulls her mouth open. Once opened, though, it's stuffed full... or rather, more than full with the cut fabric, making it all but impossible for her to scream, any noises will be muffled; perhaps to the point where none but him can hear her.

He looks her over one more time, to make sure that his bindings are secure. With that check down, he lifts her up, noticing how heavy she actually feels and tossed her over his shoulder. He then picks up his shotgun and places it in the make shift sheath he constructed for it, then began the long, slow process of taking her somewhere that her "friends" wouldn't think to look.

...

It had taken him a good, long while alright... carrying around a body is hard worn, he was sweating by the time he arrived at his primary safe house. It was so very funny, knowing that his enemies were most likely running past this particular building every single day, but they never stopped to check. It was old and run down, but lots of windows, entry points for zombies. The windows just looked like they were boarded up carelessly, like an abandoned building; it wasn't a good place to hide from zombies. But that's just what he wanted them to think... it had taken some time, but he had managed to make it safe.

You'd be amazed at what a man that hides all day can accomplish with sheets of metal and brute strength. A zombie or even hoard of zombies couldn't hope to penetrate the reinforcements that he'd made, even if they were smart enough to use their strength wisely. This, combined with the precieved notion that it wasn't safe to spend a few hours in, much less a night made it the best hiding spot.

He tossed her down, onto a small pile of clothes and various rags that he'd collected, much of which was stained with blood. It was a little make shift "bed", something to sleep on that wasn't as cold and hard as the floor. Then, he went about removing his weapons; his beloved shotgun, a few pistols that were quick and easy to access and then his knife. Even if she were bound, there's no need to let her have an easy time of getting his weapons, especially considering what he's going to do to and with her...

He was sure that by now, she'd be awake, if not just groggy and groaning in pain, but the bitch appearently liked to keep him waiting. He considered throwing some water on her face, but that would be a waste of good water; that stuff was hard to find in this city, especially when people are out to take your head in all the obvious places to look for it. He didn't have any use for something like smelling salts, and if his makeshift bed wasn't stroke enough, then nothing else he had would be. He needed something to shock her awake, something painful...

He corcuhes over her and, with all the force he can muster; slaps her across the face. Then, he backhands her with equal force, only to slap her again, then backhands her, over and over, leaving her face red and sore. He can hear her groaning and he ceases his assault, smirking once more.

Her eyes snap open moments later as she realizes that the last thing she recalled was chasing him, and she's greeted with him looking down at her, that evil grin growing wider. She struggles against her bindings, breasts jiggling as she groans and whines, arms and legs getting tired from her trying to get loose.

Chastity

When she comes to, she finds herself on her knees, face pressed against a cold wall, a strange taste in her mouth. She tries to speak, but all that comes out are muffled noises... a foul tasting rag have been shoved into her mouth. It's only when she attempts to move her arms, reality starts to set in: she's been bound and gagged. Her arms are tied behind her back. wrists bound with strong rope. She tries to move her legs, and finds that they're a little more free, but she can't pull her ankles apart, they're also bound.

From behind, a hand grabs her long,, dyed black hair and pulls it back, making her cry out in pain as another hand flips up her frilly plaid Catholic schoolgirl style skirt, revealing a pair of black panties and the tops of her fishnet stockings. Without a word, she can feel a few fingers rubbing against crotch, making her moan. They press harder into her, making her moan louder as they rub up and down the length of her slit, she's getting wet. Then, breaking the silence, a male voice comes from behind her;

"You little whore... you're getting wet, even though you're bound, gagged and being rubbed by a stranger."

She trembles under his touch as he presses his fingers harder still, pushing her panties into her cunt as her lips are forced open, he can feel her panties getting ever more moist. Then, without missing a beat, he slips his hand up to her ass, grabs a hold of her panties and, with a quick pull, rips them away from her body. She gasps as the cold night air hits her slick cunt, and she can hear him whistle.

"My, my... you're just oozing. You must really enjoy the thought of being raped.

Well then, allow me to fulfill your desire!"

Just as he finished that sentence, hard cock is thrust balls deep into her slick, slightly loose cunt, causing her large, milky white braless tits to jiggle under her tight, short little schoolgirl blouse. She screams and moans as he fucks her without mercy, pulling himself out before ramming forward and pulling her hair to whip her head backwards, only to pull himself back again, then ram her again with all his might.

"Yeah, that's right, you little Goth slut! Fucking take my dick!"

He lets go of her hair and lurches forward, grabbing a hold of her top, then rips it open, causing the buttons to scatter across the floor, allowing her immense titties to sway freely. Grabbing a hold of them, she moans loudly as he squeezes them roughly, grinding those puffy, rock hard nipples into his palms.

"Oh God... they're so fucking big! Yeah... fucking big and soft, nothing fake about these tits!"

He whispers into her ear before planting his lips onto her pale neck and licking the skin. She moans as his tongue moves across her neck, shivering softly at the entire thing, about how she's getting fucked hard by somebody she doesn't know, about being bound and gagged, the feeling of her juices pouring down her stocking covered thighs and how roughly her tits are being treated. It's enough to make her orgasm...

And that's what she does. With what would be an ear splitting scream, she cums, her pussy muscles spasming around his thrusting cock, her entire body trembles and then locks up, she's losing herself in her pleasure, totally unaware that he's just told her that he's about to cum. But then suddenly, quick sprays of boiling hot sperm in her pussy snaps her out of it. He groans as he keeps thrusting himself into her, pumping his seed deeper and deeper into her.

After a few moments, he comes to a halt, the last few bursts of his ball juice filling her. He pants softly as he stays still, his hands firmly planted on heavy breasts, his dick refusing to go limp. With a sigh, he lets go of her melons and brings his right hand up to her mouth, his dick slipping from her pussy, much to her displeasure. He grabs a hold of one of the rags in her mouth and poses a question;

"If I pull it out, you won't scream, yes?"

She nods softly a moment later, and, slowly, he starts to pull on the rag, removing it from her mouth. A few long seconds of silence pass between them, and then the silence is broken;

"Fuck me..."

She says softly as she looks back at him. He blinks a few times, totally taken aback by the fact that a woman that he sort of raped wants more. She whimpers as she rocks her ass back and forth, trying to entice him;

"Come on... fuck me! I don't care if it's my pussy, my mouth or my asshole, just stick it in a hole and get to it!"

"You really want it, huh?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then... but let's go somewhere else..."

He says with a smirk before pulling out a knife, which he uses to slice apart the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. She quickly pulls her arms away from her back and rubs her wrists as he stands up, his pants falling to the floor. Kicking them away, he turns around and motions with a hand;

"Come on."

He says as he starts to walk toward the door to the room they were in, stepping over the dirty, dusty, rotting stuffed animals that are strewn about the floor. She gets up slowly, a little uneasy on her legs, which were a little numb from all the time spent on her knees. Turning around herself, she follows behind him, her heels barely making a sound on the plush carpetting as he opens the door, letting a little more light shine into the room. He looks over his shoulder at her, staring at her large breasts and how they move as she walks, and she catches him. She smirks a little as she shakes them about, making them tremble and quake.

"You like 'em, huh?"

"Fuck yes."

"Mmm... well, then maybe I'll just wrap them around your dick a little later..."

She says as her hands grab a hold of them and squeeze them together, then sticks out her tongue. He groans as he steps out of the room and onto hard floor, which snaps him back into reality. Turning to the right, he starts to make his way down a hall with her following, her heels knocing loudly on it.

"This room has a nice, king sized bed. Must have been the parents room."

"Then it must be used to having its springs squeak."

She says with a lustful tone, causing his dick to twitch as he comes to a door. He comes to a halt with her following suit, and then turns the knob, causing the door to open with a slight creak. He pushes it open, letting the dim light pour into it, showing the fine layer of dust that's fallen upen everything in the house.

"Ladies first..."

He says, motioning for her to enter before him, and she accepts. As she moves past him, he slaps her firm on the ass, making her squeal in shock as she moves in, with him just behind. As they both enter, he grabs a hold of the door and closes it. As she walks toward the bed, she hears the click of the lock, then turns around...

... and then she cries out in shock as he throws her down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open as he slips between then. His hands grab onto her tits and begin to fondle them again as she moans, wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels meeting just above his ass.

"They really are huge... and so very soft. I'm surprised they're not fake."

He says as he plays with them, making her writhe in pleasure as her hands grab onto the dusty sheets covering the well made bed, her long hair fanned out under her with a few strands over her face.

"A lot of guys say that... and a lot of guys love playing with them..."

"You really are a slut."

"Ohhh... mmmm... a little. I just won't let any man fuck me, but I love having all kinds of guys manhandling my tits."

"Any man, huh? You sure let me fuck you... and then begged me to fuck you again."

He says as he rubs his dick against her soaked little slit, teasing her clitoris, making her moan loudly. She tries to force him into her with her legs, but she just can't seem to move him.

"C-c-c-come on, fuck me!"

He ignores her pleas and keeps rubbing his dick against her clit, making her moan and thrash about a bit, he's driving her wild. She rolls head head back and forth, her hair getting more messy than it was before as long, thick, slightly curly clumps of her hair flop onto her face, and then back off as she keeps moving. Just as she's about to cum, he stops, and then drives himself deep into her cunt, making her scream as she instantly cums. As her muscles spasm, he starts to thust into her as hard as he can, making her massive tits bounce around wildly as he removes his hands from them. She writhes violently beneath him, her grip tightening on the sheets under her, and as she's fucked harder and faster, she pulls them off of the bed, wrinkling them beyond belief as her legs loosen their hold on him.

"Ohhh! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"

She screams as she bucks her hips against him, her heels smacking into his back as he thrusts in and out of her. She throws her head back as her back arches and screams as she orgasms again, the spasms of her pussy are almost too much for him to bear.

"Urg... ahhh... gonna... cum..."

He speaks between grunts as he rams himself into her, his balls prepare to fire off. And then, with one fnal thrust, he buries himself as deep as possible and lets it rip. She moans and squirms as his boiling nut butter once again invades her cunt, her legs wrap around him tightly, pulling him closer. She reaches up and grabs his shoulders, pulling him toward her. Before she even has the chance to, her drives himself down onto her lips and kisses her, shoving his tongue into her already open mouth. Their tongues wrestle one another as her legs loosen their hold, allowing him to slip his still hard cock from her pussy, much to her displeasure.

Pulling his lips from her own, he grins at her. Leaning back, he rests on his knees, and then moves toward, straddling her torso, a leg on either side. Instantly, she knows what he's going to do, and her hands snap into action, each grabbing hold of a breast. As he slips his dick between them, she presses those large, warm mounts of flesh around it, causing him to groan.

Without so much as a word, he starts to thrust himself between her tits, causing them to jiggle slightly. Adjusting her head, she opens her mouth and extends her tongue, giving the head of his dick a lick every time he thrusts forward. She moans from time to time, tasting the precum leaking from his dick.

"Oh God, they feel so good wrapped around me."

He mutters as he thrusts between her mounds faster than before, grunting like an animal as he grabs hold of her hands, squishing her tits against his dick as much as possible as he thrusts between them with all his might, feeling that he's already at his limit, just on the verge of his third orgasm.

"Come on, cum all over my tits and face... I wanna feel your warm seed on me!"

She says in a lustful tone, sending him over the edge. With one final thrust, powerful blasts of cum fly from his dick, landing in her mouth and on her face. Moaning, she swallows the load in her mouth, feeling hot, thick strings of his nut juice land on her face. He pulls his dick from between her tits and aims downward, further covering her face in his love.

"Ohhhhh, yes... now my tits! Cover my tits!"

She cries out and he complies, aiming further down her body, allowing quicker bursts of the sticky goo to land on her breasts, causing her to moan even louder. Despite the power he had at the start of this orgasm, he has very little to back it up, and just a short while later, it comes to an end, the coating he's given her causes her to fondle her tits, rubbing his seed into them.

Panting heavily he watches her, moaning and mewling while playing with those heavy mounds, back arching even further, as if to show him what he's caused her to do. By now, both of them must be exhausted, but he's not done with her yet... his dick is still raging, and he still has one final place to ram it into.

Furfaggotry!

She dropped to her knees between his legs and began rubbing her small, slender gloved hands on his crotch, slowly and gently, trying to bring his manhood to live. She looked up at him, her big green eyes telling him exactly what he wanted to know; she wanted him to get hard; hard enough for her to pleasure him, as was their agreement.

He placed a hand on the back of her small head, fingers running along her fine, white hair, then touching her large ears; they almost seemed like that of a cat. She twitched a bit with his ear play, they were most likely very sensitive, but it didn't stop her efforts, which were getting results; he was beginning to grow stiff, much to her pleasure. She could feel it growing through his clothing, and she could see it; his pants were starting to tent up. She nursed it as though it were a newborn child, hands caressing it softly, slowly... lovingly.

Then, suddenly, she leaned forward and pressed her large--for her, anyway-- breasts against his clothed shaft, slowly grinding against him, trying to get him even harder. He groaned at the mere sight of her grinding, watching them jiggle as they struggled against her small top as they tried to get loose.



She gasped and writhed about as he fondled her small, yet supple breasts through what could only be called a sports bra. She ground her crotch against his own, feeling the stiffness in his pants while he played with her, wanting more than what he was giving her, but knowing that he would only do so when he felt like it.

"Now, let's see these in their full glory."

He mumbled as he suddenly grabbed hold of her top, fingers digging into the material. She bit her lower lip, so as not to yelp when he ripped it from her small frame, breasts jiggling about at the sudden movement. They were large for her comparatively small stature, so full and firm to the touch. He licked his lips and dove right in, making her cry out in shock as his face dipped into the valley between her breasts. His hands once again took to fondling them, only this time his palms met her bare, erect nipples, which dug into his flesh as he ground against them, giving her increased pleasure.



Panting, he stroked her head as she licked up the warm, sticky mess on her face, her breasts still wrapped around his shaft. He wasn't getting soft, not at all; the mere thought of fucking this little bat slut was driving him wild. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her up to her feet rather easily. His hands instantly grabbed hold of her pants and ripped them away, just as he did her top; and he found that she lacked anything under them.

Clad only in a pair of boots and gloves, she was a sight to behold; large, proud breasts covered slight in his seed, her little pussy dripping wet, just begging to be fucked... it was just too much for him. His dick was raging now, and she knew it... her pussy was so wet and hot that she felt like she could fit the cock of a horse inside of her. She licked her lips and, quickly, climbed on top of him, her slender legs on either side ofhis own. A hand took hold of his shaft and, looking him in the eyes, she smiled and pushed herself down, their bare sexual organs coming into cotact for the first time.

"Ohhh... it's big... and so hard!"

She squeals as she forces herself further and further down, pushing the head of his dick into her incredible small, tight little hole. Grabbing her small hips with his hands, he tries to force himself even further into her, trying to feel her tightness around him, trying to bury himself into her... he wants to feel this velvet vice wrapped around the entire length of his shaft!

Her entire body trembles as he goes deeper and deeper, she feels like he's going to rip her in half. And yet, he still keeps going, forcing more of himself deep inside, inch after inch burying itself into her warm, moist inner flesh. Her eyes almost roll back into her head before he stops, then begins to pull her up and off of him. With the threat of tearing out of the way, she pants, tongue licking at her lips as she enjoys the feel of him, her small hands taking hold of forearms, stopping him from pulling out even further.

Any Male Self Insert With Naga

Quickly, she pulled off her cape and threw it aside, her large breasts bouncing, barely being contained by the black bikini top. She then grabbed her necklace and removed it, much to his relief. Then, she dropped to her knees in-front of him and undid his pants, slipping her gloved hands inside as she licked her lips. He groaned as she found his stiffing member and pulled it out.

She smirked as she felt it twitch in her hands, watching it grow longer and harder. She leaned in and gave it a kiss on the head, making him groan again, then, quickly, her mouth opened and she engulfed him, making him moan. Her tongue went to work instantly, pressing itself hard against his meatus, licking at it roughly, her head beginning to bob, lips tightly wrapped around him.

Faster and faster her head goes, having abandoned the licking, she drives his dick down her throat, making him moan louder and louder with every passing moment. As he grabs a handful of her long hair, she places her right hand into his pants and takes hold of his balls, then squeezes them softly.

She moans around him as her head moves with more speed, tongue rubbing hard against his shaft. Letting go of his balls, she leans forward and presses her large, pushed up breasts against him, allowing his shaft to slip between them slightly, his balls resting just below them. He groans loudly as they rub against him, they feel soft and warm...

As she keeps sucking and licking him, he moves his hands to her chest and grabs her breasts, making her squeal as he squeezes them. He slips his fingers beneath the tight material, pressing them against her bare breasts as they move down, making her moan as his finger tips brush against her nipples. Then, without warning, he pulls his hands away from her, causing her top to rip open, her breasts popping out into the open air for all the world to see.

Instead of stopping right then and there, she pulls herself off his shaft, leaving the head in her mouth. Then, placing her hands onto her breasts, she arches her back toward him, wrapping them around his dick completely. Sucking and licking the head of his member, she moves those large, warm, soft yet firm lumps of flesh on his dick as hard and fast as she can, giving him one Hell of a tit fucking.

He groans loudly as she just keeps on fucks him with her tits, her mouth and tongue working the head with ever increasing vigor and fury. They can both feel that his orgasm is coming ever closer, his balls want to tighten, they want to squeeze out their hot, sticky white butter into her mouth, on her face, then onto her tits. As if they were of the same mind, she moans against his head over and over, tongue digging deep into his meatus, lapping up his precum, savoring the taste of his seed. She loosens the seal of her lips, allowing some of her saliva to run free of her mouth, down his shaft, where it's rubbed against her tits, helping to cut down friction, thus letting her move them with ever increasing speed.

It's an odd, lewd sound they make as they slap against his pant covered thighs and balls, but right now, it's perhaps the most erotic sound the two of them have ever heard.

Flower Girl

Loire was a poor city, although you couldn't tell just by looking at it. The streets were clean, the buildings well kept, not a beggar in sight... but that was an illusion created to fool travelers, to suck them in and then suck them dry, to take them for everything they had, and possibly then some.

To look beyond the clean streets, to venture deeper into the city was to meet the true face of Loire, and it wasn't a pretty sight. The poor masses were kept away from the clean, glossy front image, huddled together in decomposing buildings in slums, and some weren't even that lucky. There was almost no way for them to even put their pride aside and beg, what with their heartless King's own soldiers patrolling the streets, with orders to kill those who would dare show the truth behind the lies.

But, there was a single way... those who were deemed "unoffensive to the public image" were allowed to walk about with generally little hassle. While some sold little trinkets that they could find or steal, a majority of them sold flowers, which were plentiful in the countryside. It was low risk, very low overhead... it was all profit, really, and to top it off, they were almost always women, knowing that a pretty face and a sweet voice would often sway people into purchasing their little multicolored plant wares.

The best "target", as one could say were men. If he happened to be with a woman, all the better, as they often spend more on flowers for the lady in question, but a single man was just as fine... perhaps better, in a way. It was easy to beguile a man and get him to lose rational thought if the girl was beautiful or attractive... a bit of flirting could go a long way to emptying his pockets and her flower basket at the same time, and by the time he came to the conclusion that it was all a ruse, she would be long gone. Sure, it was a little dishonest, but in these times, it could mean the difference between eating for the day or going hungry. It was an obvious choice, and for many, it was the only way they could survive without resorting to... more shameful means.

For Milin, who had grown up desperately poor in the slums, it was the only way she could live with herself. She was a beautiful young woman with bright green eyes, her long hair a fiery red hue, which seemed to gleam in the bright sun. Her hair was her pride, it showed that despite being poor, despite being looked down upon the rich as trash, she always kept it neat and clean, her way of showing the world that she would always seek to better herself, to show just how determined she was to pull herself out of her pathetic lot in life.

Her worn, black shoes were hidden beneath a long, flowing blue dress, its color long since starting to fade. It was one of the few articles of clothing she owned, it belonged to her mother, and like her hair, she took pride in her appearance, always making sure it was as clean as she could manage, she always took the best smelling flowers she could fine and tucked them into her dress, giving her a pleasing scent.

She may have been "garbage", but she'd be damned if she smelled like it.

Today was like any day for her, she was making her normal rounds in the town square. It was a beautiful place, really, lots of benches to sit and admire the natural beauty around them. The ground was lined with beautifully decorated tiles, freeing people from the worry of "ruining" their shoes by having to get them dirty. At the center of the square was an immense stone water fountain filled with crystal clear water with several statues of goddesses or some such within the pool holding pots from which water poured.

It was a slow day, she had barely sold anything. She sighed heavily and took a moment to rest on a bench, she was a bit tired and like always, hungry. Even in this place, the scent of the local bakeries was prevalent, and with a gust of wind, her nose picked up the scent of something tasty, making her stomach growl. With a frown, she came to the realization that she would more than likely go hungry this day... unless a miracle occurred.

"Not like that'll happen, though..."

She mumbled to herself as she looked to the ground, staring at one of the tiles. It wasn't fair, really. The city could somehow afford to maintain these damned slabs of rock, and yet so many here were so very poor. If they had actually used that money to feed people like her, then maybe, just maybe they wouldn't need to put on such a pretty facade to hide their shame, to hide the fact that there were hundreds of miserable souls in the shadows, slowly starving to death...

Deep in thought, the sounds of water and birds chirping were all she could hear... but then another sound came into the fray, a sound that broke her out of her own little world...

The sound of footsteps. Very heavy foot steps, they were boots. Looking up, her eyes caught sight of a blond man as he walked away from her, then stopped at the fountain. He looked a tad bit dirty, but one look at his clothing told her that he wasn't from Loire... and the fact that he was not only wearing a cloak, but also carrying a satchel pretty much told her that he was a traveler... and that he must have come through the desert from the east.

Getting to her feet immediately, she grabbed her basket and started to walk toward him. She instantly decided to butter him up, to sweet talk him... it wouldn't take much, especially since he had come from atleast a months travel, if not longer, most likely being without the company of a woman the whole time. This would be easy...

"Pardon me, sir, but can I interest you in a flower?"

She asked, coming to a halt mere feet from him. He turned his head to her and blinked a few times, as if slightly confused, or perhaps he just found it odd...

"They're really very lovely, don't you think? They're freshly cut, too not even an hour ago, they won't wilt for a long while."

She askes, lifting the basket up to meet his eyes. He glanced at them, and then simply nodded. She had the feeling he wasn't very interested in what she had to say, she had to step it up a bit;

"They can add a certain charm and bright quality to your already fine person, I've noticed that people will greet you warmly when they see you with a flower... oh, and they make a perfect gift for somebody special in your life! And even if you don't have anybody here now, you never can be sure when the angel of love may strike... and what better way to make a first impression than by giving her flowers?"

He blinked a few more times and made a "hmmm" sound, as if he were thinking it over. She could taste the sale, not to mention the food it could buy... she decided to go for the hook;

"Yes, for mere 5 Gems, you can buy a flower, and for 50 gems, I'll even specially arrange a nice bouquet of my finest flowers. You won't find a price that rivals that anywhere else in Loire, I assure you!"

"Well... it does sound like a rather fine deal."

He finally spoke, breaking his long held silence. She almost burst into a smile right then and there, she was so sure she had made a sale, but then he spoke up again;

"But, I'll have to say no. I have nobody special in my life... and with all my traveling, I need all the money I can get, so I can't afford to spend it on something like flowers."

Milin was crushed. She assumed he'd atleast buy a single flower from her, atleast it would put her that much closer to getting something to eat, to get her through one more day... but instead of dissolving into sorrow, she renewed her efforts to get a sale;

"But sir, surely 5 Gems won't put you out too much, especially when you consider the positive effects it can have on your life. People will see you in a different light, you'll be seen as kind and gentle, allowing them to trust you more easily, it's perfect for a first impression!"

"Look, I'm sorry bu-"

"How can you afford not to increase your chances of people taking a kinder stance with you, especially when you're visiting strange and different lands? You have no experience with these new places, you don't know how the people will treat you, but a flower is the universe symbol that you can be trusted!"

Okay, so she pulled that last bit out of her ass, but she hoped he didn't know that. he took a deep breath and shook his head, then gave her a smile;

"Okay, okay... I'll take a flower."

"Ahhh... you won't regret it!"

She said as she plucked a fine yellow flower from her basket and held it out to him as he fiddled with a pouch. Removing a hand, he exchanged its contents for the the plant. She gave him a smile, and then decided to see how far she could take this;

"You know, if you really wanted to increase your luck, you could buy another flower. What better way to make your life easier than by showing the world that you love flowers by having more than one with you? In-fact, I'm sure that if you had many flowers, even the most paranoid of people would give you a chance!"

"... I think I'll take my chances with just the one, if you don't mind."

He said, turning away from her, then started to walk off. Frowning, she decided to trail behind him, trying to convince him;

"But sir, don't you want an easy ice breaker? Can you really afford to put yourself into the hands of fate so completely? Surely you can spare some more Gems..."

He seemed to pay her no mind.

"You really don't care that people will look at you with distrust? You really don't care that people may not even look your way?"

Again, he seemed to pay her no mind. She could feel the chance had already passed, and she sighed heavily, trying one last tactic...

"Fine... go ahead and walk off... leave me and my poor, sick mother to starve like everybody else today because you refused to part with a few measly Gems... what does our lives matter in the grand scheme of things..."

Her voice was filled with sorrow as she looked down at the ground, as if she were crying, and to complete it, she sniffled a few times. Feeling a pang of guilt, he stopped and turned around, then looked at her. He studied her for a few moments, trying to see if she was lying to him, to see if hse was manipulating him in some way. Of course, Milin didn't know that, and she went on;

"I tried so hard to get you to buy my flowers without having to resort to begging, I wanted to keep my pride intact, but I'm desperate now. My mother has been ill for so long now, I scraped together whatever I could for a doctor, and he told me that, if she can get enough to eat to build up her strength, she could get better again. But... we could barely afford to feed ourselves before, and now that she's sick, I'm the only one that's left to make money...

I don't want her to die... she's all I have left in the world..."

It as a true sob story, something that would really tug at your heartstrings. It was something that you couldn't say no to, that you couldn't deny or ignore. The man wasn't sure whether or not to actually believe her... so he decided to test her;

"Okay... I'll buy your entire basket full, if you let me have sex with you."

She looked up at him quickly, her eyes wide in utter shock, her face a tad pale.

"W-w-w-what...?"

She says with an equally shocked tone.

"In exchange for buying your entire baskets worth of flowers, you let me have sex with you. That way your mother gets food, you get food, an empty basket and I get a little something I've been needing for a while now."

He said it rather bluntly and to the point, showing no interest in trying to hide the fact. It was all part of his plan, though... if she was sincere, then she'd accept and he'd tell her to forget his request, but if she was lying, she'd reject him outright. He wasn't took keen on the prospect of being ripped off by a false sob story, no matter how convincing she was.

"I.. I..."

She stumbles over her words. She wants to scream at him, to call him a sick bastard, to kick him in the stomach for even thinking something like that... but she was actually rather desperate. She hoped that it would never come to this, she decided to sell flowers just so she WOULDN'T have to resort to such a thing, but... she was so hungry, and this could have been the only chance for her to sell out her entire batch today.

"We're burning sunlight here."

He says, trying to hurry her along, seemingly he had places to be, people to see, things to get done.

"... Does it... have to be sex...? Couldn't I just... use my hands or something?"

She speaks softly as she looks to the ground again, too ashamed at swallowing her pride, too disguested by the fact that he wanted to do such a think to look directly at him

Sandship, Part I

Stranded in the desert with her two companions, the girl named Purim didn't think things could get worse, even as they walked for hours under the oppressive sun, their bodies on the verge of collapse, their throats and tongues feeling as dry as the desert sands. When the hope for rescue came into sight in the form of a sandship, she thought she would be safe.

Instead she and her companions were labeled as spies of the Empire and pulled apart, their weapons and armor taken from them under threat of superior numbers. Her friends, if one could call them as such were used as slave labor, one forced to service the engines, the other forced into servicing the crew via cooking their meals. As for her... she was pulled along by an arrogant little man by the name of Morie.

Her role, she was sure, was to be forced into servicing him... regardless of how she felt about it. She kicked, screamed and dragged her heels to be sure, but the soldiers on board paid her no mind, and if they did all they gave her was a pity glance. They were cowards in armor, if they couldn't stand up to a little man in armor who just so happened to be the grandson of their true commanding officer when it came to something as horrific as rape, then how could they hope to stand up to the power of the Empire?

Forced into a cramped little room with little more than a desk, a few chairs and a bookshelf, along with the man, she felt her stomach turn. It grew worse when he commanded soldiers to guard the door from the outside, and then locked the door itself. She trembled slightly as he came closer; she was a spunky little thing, a warrior born of fighting monsters... but that was with a bow, a lance or atleast a whip! Without any weapons... she was little better than a helpless village girl who was being preyed upon by an armed soldier.

What was she going to do...?

A Possible Final Meeting, Part I: Mana Knight's Legacy

"Mana Knight, you've come to me, as expected."

She spoke, her tone soft and gentle, almost motherly in a sense. He expected her to be angry, to blame him for failing, but she knew he tried his best. Considering his age, she didn't even thing he could have made it this far, or grown into the man she saw before her. She smiled at him, as if to put him as ease.

"You've done very well so far, young one... and even now, there is hope for the world. You needn't blame yourself for not being able to stop the rise of the fortress, you did all that you could, more than I could ever expect from you."

He felt a horrible weight lift from him with that, but he still felt guilty for failing to stop this, from putting the world at risk.

"Luka... what can be done? The seals have been broken, Mana is vanishing... the sword, I can't feel its power.

A Possible Final Meeting, Part I: Arrival At The Palace

The Mana Fortress hovered silently in the sky, the remaining sea water flowing like a river from its outer shell down toward the ocean below. The sky began to darken as thick clouds blocked the sun from sight, the gleam of the never rusting, ultra durable alloy that comprised its outer armor fading. The clouds began to crackle with energy as the Mana of the world began to drain, nature was being thrown out of balance.

The boy who had become a man named Randi, the girl who forced her way into his company and grew to be his friend named Purim and the sprite child whose gender was unknown even to its comrades named Popoie watched it all in awe and terror upon the back of the multi-winged dragon they called Flammie. Despite wanting to flee from the terror of the ancient past it maintained its altitude close by, flying in a large lazy circle.

Lightning churned within the cloud, multiple bolts struck the fortress dead on but it didn't shudder, it didn't seem to be effected at all. But then it lurched to life all of a sudden, its form being engulfed in light. A loud, mechanical noise that they'd never heard before came into being... and then a volley of weapons fire surged forth from the immense weapon of death. Deftly it was evaded, but then another came, followed by more and more. Each became harder to dodge, the dragon scared by such unfamiliar energy based weapons.

Quickly it fled from the fortress, flying with all possible speed... but it didn't follow them, and if it were then it must have been incredibly slow. Regardless the boy knew where he had to go; the Water Palace to see Sage Luka. He commanded the beast and it flew, as if knowing where exactly to go... perhaps, even now, as Mana was vanishing it could sense what little power was left in the Seed of Water.

Arriving some time later the dragon landed and let off its passengers, but instead of going back to the sky it remained on the ground, as if frightened by the thunder and lightning. The four of them headed toward the palace but Flammie halted before entering the water and remained as the three moved into the small pond. It was colder than normal, and it felt wrong; it just remained still, it didn't move, it didn't flow... there was something off about it that didn't feel natural.

They entered the Palace itself, all seemed to be as it always had been, physically... but the sound of flowing water was gone, as was the energy of the area. It felt dead and lifeless, there was no presence, no feeling of warmth, no inviting nature. Mana was gone, and with it so was the feeling of safety, of belonging, of being welcome. They crossed the bridge that had been extended for them, as if Luka was expecting their presence; they were the only passages in and out of the inner area... it was a good thing that they were mechanical and not Mana based.

Finally, they were within the heart of the palace, and the eyes of the boy, the man... the Mana Knight were met with the form of Luka. She stood before the altar on which the seed rested and when his eyes rose her eyes locked with his own. She knew he'd come to her for advice, and he knew she would be waiting for him.

There was much to come from this, perhaps their final meeting...

Ipa's Shop Of Sexual Delights

Ipa's Palace Shop. By its very name, one would except it to be a massive shop, filled with all manner of wonderful treasures from all over the world, from the most humble of herbs to weapons fit for the bravest of warriors to jewels fit for a king. Instead, as Armond, the half Human, half Vampire Dark Wizard found out, it was anything but what one would expect.

It wasn't exactly a palace, it was much smaller than Klantol and even the one belonging to Wizari. It was a small mansion, really, and it wasn't exactly a shop, either... well, most of it wasn't, anyway. He had fought his way through several floors and rooms, filled with countless monsters, many of which he remembered from Wizari's place, and for a while, he thought the rumors of this place being a shop were false, perhaps Wizari had somehow survived their battle and set up 'shop' here in an attempt to lure him out...

... of course, that idea was killed when he finally made it to the very top floor of the mansion itself, and came across the actual shop. It was way smaller than he was expecting, it really was such a let down. But, it was still larger than the one Irma, the item shop owner in Klantol owned and operated.

She was the reason he came here, so worried by the idea that somebody was out to shut her down, what with the fact that in the leaflet itself, it made reference to her shop directly. He wouldn't have even come, if it weren't for her having a very... persuasive tongue and the back up support of two cute little daughters.

But, considering the size of the place, and the fact that he had to fight his way through monster after monster, floor after floor, he concluded that this place wasn't a threat to anybody... except for foolish adventures that came expecting something great and ended up being chewed on by giant rats because they were expecting swarms of them.



She kneeled in-front of him, licking her lips softly. Her cheeks were a slight shade of pink as she looked up at him, her eyes telling him what was to come. Her slender hands grabbed hold of the top of her low cut, tight red dress and, slowly, she peeled it from her body, reveal her immense breasts. As the material is pulled over them, it pushes them upward, making them seem even bigger.

She moans softly as the tight fabric drags across her hard, pink little nipples... and then, without waring, the dress comes free from her chest, causing those massive mammaries to bounce and sway freely. The very sight makes the Dark Wizard gasp in shock and amazement, failing to blink for long periods of time.

"Mmmm... if you like that little show, I'm sure you'll just love this next part..."

She says in a low voice as she grabs for his robe. Pulling it away from his body, those hands dart under it... and, with a loud groan, she finds his stiff penis... albeit through his pants. With a sly grin, she softly strokes his manhood, she was always the type of woman that loved to make a man moan and groan, to drive him wild so that, when they finally did the deed, he'd give her all he had.

Quickly, her hands slip up to his belt and, a few moments later, his belt is undone... and then, a few moments later, they're inside of his pants. Her right has wrapped itself around his hard as rock man meat while her left hand finds itself cradling his balls, gently squeezing them, causing him to groan softly.

"My, my... is it just my imagination, or are you getting bigger and harder by the second?"

She asks with a smirk, knowing full well the answer. She can feel him throbbing in her hand, she can feel his pulse as more and more blood flows into his ridged flesh spear. He's get ever closer to being ready... only a little while longer... and then, much to her pleasure, she feel a warm fluid running onto her fingers... it's his precum. Looking up at him with a lustful gleam, she smiles, causing himto swallow hard. They both know what's going to happen now.

Quickly, she lets go of his balls and pulls his pants away, freeing his diamond hard rod for all the world to see. Licking her lips once, she dives forward, causing him to cry out as she literally consumes his cock, driving it deep into her throat, her lips forming a tight seal around him. Her tongue snakes its way around his shafting, causing him to moan as it runs over his skin while her head bobs up and down.

His hands reach out and grab a hold of her head, his fingers moving into her deep blue hair as her bobbing comes to a halt with nothing but the head of his dick in her mouth. And while he's moaning like a bitch and loving the attention her tongue and mouth are giving it, especially the way her tongue is pushing against the slit, he wants to feel her throat moving on him again.

He tries to force her to move again, but he finds that she's too strong and he's just too weak... he's at her mercy.

Bi For A Night

"Ahhh..."

Michiru mewled softly as his hands grabbed two decent handfuls of breasts from behind, squeezing and fondling them roughly. His fingers pinched her hardening nipples and ground them against the fabric of her thin top; she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. She pressed her back against his chest, firm little ass against his crotch; she could feel the hardness there already, and it seemed to only get harder with her movements.

"Oh... oh God... this is... this is..."

She was having a hard time speaking, her words being drowned out by the moans; her breasts were always so very sensitive. But then, the roughness he was giving her, so much more than what she could have gotten from her normal lover, Haruka. Even if her partner liked to play the part of the man much of the time in their private and public lives, there were just some things Haruka couldn't do...

... like have really, really strong and large hands. Hands that could hold the whole of a tits with ease, hands that could maul her tender flesh and nipples, hands that could be incredibly rough, give her pleasure in a way that others would find only pain in. For the first time a man was getting her worked up, her pussy was already soaking through her small lace panties, her ass ground against him with conscious effort instead of just mere reaction to the pleasure she was getting.

"Ah... yes... rough... rougher..."

Her voice was being lost in a sea of moaning and mewling, but he heard it loud enough. He squeezed her soft, creamy white tits even harder as he played with them. Her back arched in pleasure, forcing her chest out as if to give him more to grab as her ass was thrust backwards, firm buttocks ever pressing against the hardness in his pants.

Haruka sat and watched from afar as her lover was being molested by a man, while her lover was enjoying the touch of a member of a gender whom she claimed would never excite her. Haruka had to smile a little, her plan was going off without a hitch; but the pleasure she got out of it was tempered by jealousy. Still, that didn't stop the tall blond from feeling a warmth in her crotch as she watched, being aroused by the sight and sound.

Before she knew it, Haruka's hand found its way to her crotch, dipping into her panties. She hit her lower lip so as to not make a noise; she would rather listen to the noises Michiru and her new lover were making than hear her own mewlings and moans. The very sight of the two was driving her crazy with lust; this must have been what it felt like to watch herself and Michiru together, this feeling of lust and jealousy.

She almost wanted to join in... almost. But then that would ruin the fun for Michiru; two women competeing for one dick was hardly fair for the green haired girl, for even if she was the more feminine of the two, Haruka could have easily dominated and taken control. And she knew that he really only wanted Michiru...

Haruka gasped suddenly, a finger sinking deep inside of her wet love canal out of reaction to what was happening, so suddenly and out of the blue; Michiru was on her knees before her lucky man toy, facing toward him, head level with his crotch and her hands unleashing the demon that lived within the confines of his pants. Michiru yelped and Haruka had to bite her lip harder to keep from making a sound as his dick sprang forth and hit Michiru in the face, leaving a sticky blot of precum on her cheek.

Michiru trembled as her hands touched it, it was the first living cock she'd ever seen so close up, much less held. It was easily eight inches long and a few thick, a true monster even compared to the dildos that Haruka had unleashed on her ass and pussy in their private moments. She could feel his pulse in the beast, the blood pumped into it without a moments break, making it harder; it was ready for some action.

Michiru looked up at him, her pretty little face fire red and her cheek slightly damp; her eyes asked the obvious question, for even if she never interacted with the real thing she had sucked a dildo before, mostly because Haruka found it hot for her to felicitate a phallic object. He grinned down at her and placed a hand on the back of her head, nudging her forward slightly; that was all the answer he would give and all the answer she would need.

She opened her mouth slowly, licking her lips so as to ensure an easy passage --easy being used lightly, as even with a lubed mouth it would be a very tight fit--

Cauldron

It was a void, an area that was neither in one dimension or another. To enter into it was to become something different, something beyond the limits of the universe they knew. The original shape and form was lost, all that remained was the soul, the essence of the being boiled down to its purest form; a glittering, gem like structure called a Star Seed.

It is here that all things return, it is here that all things come. People often speak of promised lands, of places where one goes after death, be it a paradise or a pit of eternal damnation; this is the origin of these legends and myths. Be it by force or will, when all things die, they return here, to face a rebirth.

Even the universe as it is known, in all its size and splendor is not immune to the power this place holds; when the time comes, it too will collapse into here, its very center. It will flow into this place, it will lose all shape, all form, all reality and be reborn into a new universe, with new possibilities. It has been so for an infinite number of times, and so shall it for an infinite number of times in the future.

Here, good and evil are at an inverse to the universe beyond itself, it is here that balance for the whole of reality that it is the heart of is preserved and maintained. If the universe is evil, it will give birth to good, and if the universe is good, evil will be reborn. The force these agents of balance take are either hailed as heroes or scorned as vile villains... but, the title they take is always the same; Sailor Senshi

Yes, from this place are born the seeds of the Senshi, be they good or evil. They are forever destined to be in opposition of the one who can transcend the death and rebirth of the universe, they will forever be locked in a war with the first child of this place, the one who is forever meant to shape the principles of the universe itself.

Chaos, a name scorned or beloved at an inverse to the Senshi, the being so hated in the current universe... it is this being who is at the very heart of all this. From the children of its many parts, the Crystals who forged the galaxies and gave rise to life, its nature will show itself; for if the beings it created are good or evil, so too will it become.

From that moment forward, the Sailor Senshi born of this so called promised land will be in direct opposition of Chaos, and its agents. They will seek to cease the existence of Chaos, a goal that can never be fulfilled; but the quest to do so will keep balance in the universe until its dying days.

But even so, there are times when the balance is disturbed, and the universe must end, lest it become a mockery. For in this way, Chaos will become the herald for the ends times; it will come to this center of all things, return to the womb that gave it birth and take what it wishes for the most; the power of a Sailor Senshi.

Yes, in this way, Sailor Chaos, the Herald of Destruction will be born! Chaos will take upon itself a true, physical form; she will be a Sailor Senshi, one that should never exist; composed of both the will of good and evil, she will be a contradiction to the law of reality. From her hands will come light and darkness, her very soul twisting and churning. Her power will tear the fabric of all things asunder as she wages her war upon those that would oppose her... until, finally, balance is disturbed enough for control to be lost.

The good and evil in her will stir, the dominate force in the universe will seek to devour the other half, and from this act she will scream; it will be the death knell of the universe. The very fabric of reality will distort, matter will seem to rupture in all directions as the universe tears itself apart, indeed matter will cease to exist, enough to start the Big Crunch.

Herself torn apart by this, Sailor Chaos will die, and Chaos will once again be itself, but also not itself. It will know the error of its way, it will come to realize that it must return to the heart of the universe, to the womb once more. But, as the universe collapses, it will not return for power, but for salvation of all things.

All souls of all things will return to the center, all the Crystals that comprise the true self of Chaos will return. Combining and merging, they will make Chaos whole once more... its memories of infitine universes past shall return. As the universe comes crashing down around it, Chaos will renew the Crystals, the souls; they will become neutral, their will reset. As the universe cries in death, Chaos will tear itself apart with all its might.

In the instant the universe dies, Chaos will become one with the heart, and thus shall see the death... and the rebirth. In the moment of the next Big Bang, Chaos will spread its seeds, the Crystals amongst the newly birthed reality to become the hearts of the new galaxies. They will seed life with neutral souls, to gain a will of their own.

Thus, good and evil will rise, and the dominate one will be decided not by fate or the hand of a god, but by their own hearts and impulses. With this, Chaos will reform in a partial form, its outlook reflecting the dominance of its children and the need for balance will once more rise as a sea of pleas for help.

The heart of reality, its existence called so many things but always known simply as The Cauldron will answer these pleas... it will give birth to Star Seeds of great power and importance; Sailor Crystals, the very essence of a Sailor Senshi. They will be cast out amongst the stars, to find a place that will give them life, give them form, give them a reason to exist.

Be it good... or evil...

Meet Mister Wall, Sailor V

She ran down the alleyway in pursuit of a criminal, her blue high heels making a small clicking noise with every step, long, near hip length blond hair trailing behind her, almost as if it were a cape. Her eyes narrowed as it became darker the further she went in, the only source of light for a good distance behind her. She could barely make out the shape of her prey...

But it was for naught, as her target vanished completely as the darkness grew much too strong for her eyes. As s kept running, she wondered what could have happened; and then, it hit her. Literally. She ran head first into a brick wall, which would explain why there was so little light; a wall was between her and the nearest street light on the other side.

She yelped as she hit it, her small frame hardly enough to cause it any real harm. Of course, the real bad part came when, while dazed, confused, having the wind knocked out of her and a body aching from the slamming head long into a solid wall, she fell backwards, the back of her head hitting the hard, cold ground below with enough force to cause her to black out.

Sooner or later --mostly later-- she began to come around. Her head throbbed like crazy, her entire body felt incredibly sore; something one would expect from slamming into a solid wall of bricks. While her mind felt foggy and it buzzed with much pain, she pondered as to how she could have been stupid enough to run into a wall. More importantly, she couldn't help but wonder why, exactly she felt hands running over her body.

As first, she figured it was just her mind playing tricks on her, that the pain from slamming into the wall she was stupid enough to run into was so intense that it was messing with her. But, after a few moments of letting her mind sort out the input from her body, she knew that it wasn't her mind. After all, slamming into a wall couldn't explain the feel of two sets of hands on her body or why one set was, at this very moment squeezing her breasts.

Her eyes shot open at that; the first thing to greet her was a low light... and in that light, a figure directly in-front of her, giving her a very, very rough guess as to who it was. It was large, that was for sure, and the hands felt rather big as well; must be been a man. She tried to move her hands, to push this man away but she found that they were tied; she also found that she was sitting because, moments later, her legs were pulled wide open, and the other set of hands moved between them.

She gasped in shock and tried to struggle her way to freedom, but that just alerted whoever these hands belonged to that she was awake. Their hands clamped down on her supply body, holding her tightly as she struggled with all her might. It only served to work for them; for as she struggled her small, still developing breasts were being ground into the palms of one set of hands, while her small little ass were being ground into a crotch directly below her.

"So you're awake, huh? Good, I was hoping you'd come around before we finished."

The man in-front of her said, his accent thick, definitely British in nature... not the man she was after at all. So, who was he and why was he gra- wait, finish? Finish what, exactly? Her mind raced, as if oblivious to the obvious, but then again, she was a naive young girl, what would she know about what they were doing to her? Well, other than the fact that touching her breasts and between the legs made her utterly uncomfortable and wanting to get the Hell away from them.

She felt the hands belonging to a man behind her running across her bare thighs, causing her body to shudder as the hands on her breasts squeezes them roughly. She gasped and whimpered softly as her struggling died down, she knew that there was no way of getting out of this... at the moment.

"Awww, come on girl, struggle a little more... I wanna feel that small little ass of yours rubbing against me again!"

A voice came from behind her, no doubt the hands on her thighs belonged to him. His accent was also British, but it seemed... rougher, less well refined. She wondered why he wanted it so badly, wondering if it had anything to do with that lump she could feel pressing against her rear.



Up until that point, all they had heard from her where whines, whimpers and moans, from time to time... but, as his fingers ran across her slit, she cried out in shock and pleasure... but she also mumbled something in her native Japanese, as a reflex. This took the two of them aback, for in the darkness, and given her blond hair, they didn't assume she was Asian, let alone Japanese.

"Hot damn, we got ourselves a little Asian bitch! What a nice little find, eh?"

The guy from behind asked, fingers rubbing hard against her little lips, making her squirm and moan, ass rubbing against his crotch. Encouraged by this reaction, the one in-front let go of her tits, but took hold of her hard little nipples, pinching them roughly, making her writhe even harder, moaning in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"A little Japanese girl, if I'm not mistaken, and one that seems to be loosening up to this whole thing. A nice find, indeed..."

The fellow in-front answered, finally.




"That's it, I'm gonna fuck this hot little Japs pussy!"

The fellow behind said, and the man in-front chuckled.

"Shit, go ahead, man. You know me, I don't like deflowering girls, even if it means sloppy seconds. Besides, she has a pretty little mouth that I can use..."

She trembled and whined at that, feeling his hands leaving her body as he stood. She heard a zipper... and then another, the sounds of metal dragging on metal from above and below put the fear of God into the little scantily clad crime fighter



She cried out in shock and a little bit of pain as the dick plunged past her little slit into virgin territory. Regardless of how wet she was, how slick and how stretched out his his fingers got her, she was simply incapable of being ready for the massive girth of the meatrod that was being forced into her. Her hips jerked upwards, her body attempting to get away from the intruder anyway it could. Somehow or another, she manages to get her feet onto he ground below, then attempt to push her entire body up and off him. But, his hands grabbed her arms, right at the elbows and pulled her back down, forcing her back down, causing the same pain she felt before... only so much more as it was driven deep within.

But then, it stopped... she could feel it pushing against a barrier inside of her.

I'm Not A Kid!

He was so sick of being called a kid. No matter what he his accomplishments were, no matter how many impressive inventions he had crafted with raw talent and hard won experience, no matter how many times he'd kicked around the Hackers, they called him a kid! Hell, even when he saved a group of children when an "adult" inventor failed --and badly-- what did they say?

"Way to go, kid." or "You're a hero, kid." or "Not bad, for a kid."

Oh, it burned him up inside to be called kid, there was such a lack of respect. He was, by all standards more than a kid... he was a teenager, but more than that, he felt he deserved enough respect to be called an adult by now. He sworn to himself while wandering the forest of illusion, during getting himself even more lost, that the next person who called him a kid would pay for it.

As time wore on, he became even more frustrated and angry, mostly with the forest, since it just... kept... repeating... and generally making him take all manner of wrong turns. Finally, he hit a stretch that seemed straight and narrow, and the tension he felt was starting to fade away... that's when he heard it.

"Oh, it's a kid."

That bent him out of shape something fierce. It was a woman who said it, she was looking at him from further ahead on the path. Apparently, he'd made enough noise for her to wonder who was coming, and one look at him made her utter those words. He could barely contain his anger, he felt like he'd just tear into her verbally...

But then he decided to look her over. She wasn't too bad looking, really... blond hair cut short, green earrings that were perhaps a little too big... a short, tight blue dress and matching shoes. Granted, her chest wasn't the biggest he'd ever seen, but she still had more than a handful when it came to him. She was all alone, in the forest... with him.

A smirk came to his lips, he began to plot ways other than verbally to tear into this one.

"So, have you lost your way, kid?"

She asked him, and he twitched slightly.

"No, I'm looking for an old house in this forest."

"You shouldn't be playing here, kid. It's dangerous. You should go on home."

"... Maybe so... could you, maybe come with me? Why, it's so creepy here that I'd feel safer with an adult, like you."

He lied through his teeth, and tried like crazy to not sound sarcastic. She apparently bought it, though, as she shook her head and smiled.

"Well, what can I do... as a famous reporter, it's my duty to the public to find stories and protect children. Well, come on, let's get going."

And so, he joined her,and they walked down the trail, because, well, the two of them had no idea as to where else to go. He took the lead, and she let him, she figured it was just best to let the kid think he was exploring and being brave. Meanwhile, he was plotting and hoping to find a dead end, a nice little area where she would be trapped, with himself and a robot blocking the only way out.

But, as time worn on, it seemed like they were just aimlessly wandering down the same path, over and over, as if in a loop. He didn't want to say anything, but she was getting impatient... to the point of accusing him of having a poor sense of direction, then, well... leaving him to go off on her own.

Some responible adult she was... and he was now without a means of revenge against her. He simply sighed at that and kept on going... despite the looping, he felt like he was getting closer to something.



He could have sworn he heard a voice coming from the room, but upon entering, he was all alone. There were multiple bookcases lining the walls, but there was nothing else, not even a table to sit down at. He figured somebody was playing a joke on him... but then, maybe there was a secret passage! He went to one of the shelves, and was about to grab a book when he heard that voice...

"Well, well, fancy meeting you again, kid."

He twitched again... in more than one place.



He went for the door as she told him... but e had no intention of leaving. Just as he reached it, he looked over hos shoulder and noticed her back was turned to him, as if she expected him to fully comply with her little orders. That was when he went into action, removing two spheres from his pocket, then dropped one right in-front of the door. Instantly, it came to life and changed its form, size growing rapidly until it was in the form of a Humanoid robot, which had a good foot on him in height.

Mint turned and saw the robot, and was about to demand an explanation when he tossed the second over her head. It, too took shape and size. Just as she was about to turn, he gave it a command;

"Hold her."

Instantly, the robot moved, and with far greater speed than her, it grabbed hold of Mint, arms wrapping around her own, holding her in place. She struggled, thrashing about, screaming and insulting the machine, which cared so very little for this noisy biological creature. Her eyes, wild with anger looked right at its master