General Short Story Thread This is the short story thread for all short stories that don't take place in the shared MSG setting (for those stories, check this thread). If you would like to add a short story to this thread, then keep in mind that for these stories the same rules apply as for the MFF stories, these rules can be found here. Feel free to post feedback on the stories, I'm sure the writers will appreciate it. This thread includes the H-scenes and Vignettes that have been written for the Honorary Monster Girl Competitions. These excellent short H-scenes IMO deserve some additional attention, for both their quality and the effort by the authors. Hence they can be found here as well as in the respective HMG threads. Most are really good, so I implore you all to give em a read or even a reread! ;-) INDEX Free Form Short Stories A Simple Life by Aspicientis Everyday Battles by Chimechu Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki by MoniStar Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki II by MoniStar Honorary Monstergirl Competition II Fairy Hunters H-scene by DCW2021 A Song for the Abaia by Clarus Nox Honorary Monstergirl Competition III Wit Wief H-scene by MetallumOperatur Spirit Guide H-scene by Ocu Electric Mouse H-scene by dcw2021 Spriggan H-scene by MetallumOperatur Warek H-scene by tygertyger Psychopomp H-scene by echoes_guy Sand Maiden H-scene by Clarus_Nox Baku H-scene by dcw2021 Sea Serpent H-scene by echoes_guy Pitcher Plant H-scene by dcw2021 Catfish H-scene by Clarus_Nox Silvales H-scene by AmbertheCat Catfish H-scene by AmbertheCat Spriggan & Catfish H-scene by MetallumOperatur Catfish H-scene by dcw2021 Warek & Catfish Vignette by tygertyger Uraeus & Baianai Vignette by tygertyger Tattooed Lady & Silvales Vignette by tygertyger Calavera & Spriggan Vignette by tygertyger |
MetallumOperaturJul 5, 2017 1:08 PM
| HMG Competition II: Fairy Hunters H-scene by DCW2021 "I'm home!" The fairy hunter Fina announces as she kicks in the small latch serves as her special entrance to our small home. "An I brought a guest!" "Another one?" I can only sigh as I look at the small fairy Fina has caught and brought home with her. She is always bringing home thee tiny girls, and some big ones. Course, I was caught by her myself not long ago. "Um where are we?" The fairy asked as she looked around, seems she has no idea what is going on. "You're at my house." Fina happily answered. "We're gonna have a lot of fun together." "Like play a game?" The firy asked as she became more lively. "I love games!" "Good, than let's start playing." Already escorted our guest to the bed, she wastes no time in snaking her hands into the fairy's tiny dress to message her little breasts. "Ah! What are you doing?1" The fairy yelped in surprise. "It's a game. Is it your first time playing?" Fina cooed into the fairy's ear. "Don't worry, I'll teach you how." Fina sticks out her tongue and slowly draws it up the fairy's neck as she gives a slight moan. "You're energy tastes sooo good. I think I like you." She starts messaging the fairy's breasts again as she continues to lick the fairy's neck. "S-stop, it feels weird." The fairy shivers as Fina continues her attack. "S-stop, I'm getting weak." "That's ok. Just leave everything to me. I'll take good care of you." Fina pulls the fairy in for a kiss. As Fina passionately kisses her, getting a taste of more than just the fairy's energy, the fairy losses all will to resist. Fina then slowly leans the fairy back, being careful not to harm the small girl's wings as her own flutter with excitement and she slowly undresses the both of them. With both of them fully exposed Fina begins to kiss the fairy again, more aggressively this time as she pulls the fairy in close, their two pressed and wrapped together. Eventually, Fina snakes one of her hands down to the fairy's honey pot and digs in. The fairy uncontrollably lets out sharp high pitched moans as Fina stirs her up inside. "Looks like your nectar is flowing quite well." Fina seductively says as she brings her wwet hand up and licks the sweet juices from her fingers. "I think you are ready." Backing away from the fairy a bit, Fina pulls her flexible tail between her legs. "What are you going to do with that?" The fairy asks as she stares at the colorful appendage, pulsing as Fina's heart pumps with excitement. "I'm going to put it inside your special place." Fina speaks honestly as she gives a big grin. "It's ok isn't it? It'll feel really good." Unable to resist at this point, the fairy nods. Permission granted, Fina eagerly drives her tail in and the fairy's small body easily accepts it. Unable to hold back any more, Fina begins to rapidly thrust into the fairy as the two of them trade moans. "Oh! You feel so good inside! I can't stop!" "M-me too! I feel good too! Don't stop!" The fairy's moans are cut off as Fina kisses her, the fairy returning the kiss and even starting to message Fina's breast. "S-something's happening!" The fairy shouts, out of breath and about at her limit. "M-me too! I'm comming!" The two of them shout they reach climax. They catch thier breath for a moment as Fina pulls her tail out, visibly pulsing. "So..." Fina pants. "...ready for round two?" "What's round two?" The fairy asks, barely functioning after round one. Fina giggle as she finally turns to me. "You ready?" "Yes." I eagerly answer, already undressed and ready to go. How could I not be ready after that? "Good." She gives the fairy a chuckle as she explains. "Big Boy over there is going to do the both of us now. And guess what? It will feel even better." The fairy looks at my peice and is understandably surprised if it is her first time. "B-but there is no way that will fit!" I thought the same thing when Fina first caught me. "Yes it will, and to prove it..." She looks abck and smiles at me. "Do me first." No need to ask twice, I grab her tiny body and push into her. Her tiny body stretches around to accommodate the comparatively enormous dick until its shape can be seen up to her chest. "Ah! That's it! Spread me more!" Taking all the control I could muster not to just pull Fina away and use her as an onahole, I keep her in place so the fairy could watch as the tight couplation brings us both to quick climax. "Ah!! You're filling me up!" Not joking, her stomach remains distended with my wad even after I pull out. Globs of white juice flow out as she presses her stomach. "Ok, your turn." Fina crawls on top of the fairy and pins her down, the fairy only watching in anticipation. I'm used to this so I'm quickly ready for a second round. "Here we go." It was the fairy's first time so I put it in more slowly but like Fina her body contorted to accommodate with little resistance. "Ah! Ow! Ow! Ow! It hurst but it feels good! What's happening!" "You're becoming naughty." Looking back at me she commands: "Give us all you got." Unable to take it anymore, I pick the two of the up gripping them firmly as I jack myself off into the tiny fairy body. Fina holding on and kissing the fairy, being the only thing stopping her from screaming in ecstasy. "I-I can't I..." The poor fairy can barely breathe. "Me to! I'm coming!" The fairy and I shout as I blow my load inside her. The fairy, full of my energy, practically begins to shine and Fina, who was waiting for this moment sucks it all up until she is good and satisfied. "Ah, I'm so full." It seemed like we were all done and out of energy, but not ten minutes later... "That was fun! Can we play again?" The fairy bounded back like nothing ever happened. "Hehe, that's quite the prey I caught." Fina chuckled, she seemed ready to go again as well. "What do you think?" I think these two will be the death of me. |
MetallumOperaturJan 4, 2017 6:34 PM
| HMG Competition II: A Song for the Abaia by Clarus Nox Since you refuse to choose Abaia All through the lands of the Lords You’ve called a contagion and plaque Into your homes, into your beds Into your streams, into your streets Into your drink, into your bread Upon your felines, on your dogs Upon your vixens in the fields Into your dreams, into your sleep Until you break, until you yield You’ve called the swarm, you’ve called the horde Thus saith the Lords [Abaia] Once I called you sister Once I thought the chance to make you laugh Was all I ever wanted... [Chorus of dopplegangers] You’ve called the thunder from the sky You’ve called the fire raining down [Abaia] And even now I wish that the Lords had chose another Serving as your foe on their behalf Is the last thing that I wanted... [Chorus of dopplegangers] You’ve called a hail of burning ice On ev'ry field, on ev'ry town [Abaia] This was our home All this pain and devastation How it tortures me inside All the innocent who suffer From your stubbornness and hedonism... [Chorus of dopplegangers] You’ve called the pixies on a wind Such as the world has never seen On ev'ry breast, on ev'ry rod Until there's nothing left of pure You’ve called a scourge, You’ve called a sword Thus saith the Lords! [Abaia] You who I called sister Why must you call down another blow? [Chorus of dopplegangers] You’ve called a scourge, You’ve called a sword [Abaia] Let my voters go [Abaia and Chorus of Dopplegangers] Thus saith the Lords [Fairy Hunter] You who I called sister How could you have come to hate me so? Is this what you wanted? [Chorus of dopplegangers] You’ve called the swarm, you’ve called the horde [Fairy Hunter] Then let my heart be hardened And never mind how high the cost may grow This will still be so: I will never let your voters go... [Chorus of dopplegangers] Thus saith the Lords: [Abaia] Thus saith the Lords: [Fairy Hunter] I will not... [Abaia, (Fairy Hunter), and Chorus Doppelgangers] Let my (your) voters go! |
MetallumOperaturJan 4, 2017 6:37 PM
| HMG Competition III: Wit Wief H-scene by MetallumOperatur As the fog began to thicken I was forced to stop and make camp for the night. Without any means to navigate, pushing on could only mean getting lost. I was about to pitch my tent, when a sudden movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention. I heard a soft seductive giggle and a most stunning elf approached me. She was clad in just a white translucent dress that left little to the imagination. The pink red of her areolae contrasted sharply with her milky white skin. Nice! I moved my gaze down. Shaven; just how I like it! Neat! Finally, I checked out her face and she sure was pretty. I wondered what she was doing here, though. “Are you lost? Hungry perhaps?” I asked her. “Not really hungry... Horny though. You willing to help me out with that?” she answered and immediately slipped out of her dress. This beauty surely didn't beat around the bush! Getting laid with a hot elf? Hell yes! I nodded and leaned in for a kiss. All my worries and reservations melted like snow for the sun, when she too leaned in and our tongues interlocked. She was a feisty one though, for every time I stepped forward to close the gap between us she took one step backwards. It appears this elf likes to play games, well so do I! And so the chase began. I stepped forward; she stepped back. Teasing me with her perfect body. Taunting me with her promiscuity. This tango went on for a few minutes, until I finally managed to catch her. She giggled teasingly and said, “Oh my! It seems you caught me. Well you know what they say, to the victor goes the spoils!” I knew something was getting spoiled today. I gave her a good smack on the ass for teasing me so long. She let out a little yelp, but lived up to her word and didn’t back off. Encouraged I slapped her ass again. Then I went straight for her perky breasts and started to roughly knead them. She seemed to like it, though, and it didn’t take long before she started to pant. Panting turned into moaning, and moments later she climaxed. “That! That was amazing! Please, let me repay you; just close your eyes and I'll do the work!” she begged as she began to unbutton my pants. Now I really liked fondling her, but I liked being blown by her even better. I closed my eyes and concentrated solely on her lips that were now skillfully sliding up and down my shaft. She was good. Within a minute I was rock hard and about to burst, but then her stimulation suddenly stopped. Confused I opened my eyes to see what was going on. I tried to move, but I was stuck. Blinded by lust I had not noticed that I had sank deep in quicksand. She, however, didn't seem stuck. I was almost as if she floated just above the surface of the quicksand. In a desperate attempt to get out I reached out and managed to grab her by her long pale hair. I pulled. She didn’t flinch, nor did it help me in any way to escape this merciless prison. The elf just kept glaring at me with an intense hatred burning in her eyes. Without breaking her gaze, she spoke, “Tell me… MURDERER, how long is your list of victims!? How many innocents died by your hand!?” “YOU BITCH! You tricked me! Well let me answer you this then, bitch: the list just grew a little longer!” With my free hand I quickly drew one of the many daggers I had hidden on my person, and I stabbed her straight in the heart. Just as my dagger was about to pierce her naked skin she dissolved for my very eyes! I could still see her silhouette in the fog, however my dagger hit nothing but ghosts. In a frenzy I tried to stab and slash at her silhouette over and over again. But no matter what I tried, I just kept hitting absolutely nothing. The silhouette didn't move and simply kept staring at me. I cursed her. I yelled at her. I tried to struggle free, but all I achieved was sinking even deeper. Only when exhaustion began to take its toll on me, the silhouette spoke up again. "None shall die by your hand anymore, murderer." With that she left. Leaving me behind all alone and up till my chest in quicksand. |
| HMG Competition III: Spirit Guide H-scene by Ocu It had been love at first sight. From the moment Sasha had entered the camp of the squad she had been assigned captain to, the lamia had caught her attention. She wasn’t the most attractive of the group and yet was pure perfection in her leader’s eyes. Many squads were quite open as far as sex went due to the risk involved, and it being a sort of tradition, which helped getting to know Kary a lot. She was surprised to find that she had been ‘touched’ already, and believed her quite easily, the spirit guides were a much too common appearance in their line of work. Sasha had loved her. She strengthened her scaly grip on the lamia’s hand and she opened her mouth to speak, but words wouldn’t come out. Everything had already been said anyway. Kary gave her a painless smile, before focusing on an invisible point above her. The dying lamia hugged the lover only she could see, sat atop of her, before pulling her down into a kiss. She smiled as a part of her mind started replaying her best moments, the rest of her attention on the one who had a place in most of them. She saw her sister, her life at the village, her first days in a squad and their anatomical explorations, and her days with Angel. It had been a bit more than two full years since she almost died, two year living with Angel. Her best years. Two years of having her own little angel. Two years of having the latter’s absurdly-hot body for herself to see and play with. Two years of teasing from a naughty harpy flying naked around the council room. It was Angel that told her about the way the new captain was looking at her and talked her into spending more time with her. It was also her that started a few near-threesome by nearly tearing the lamia’s clothes off when she and the lizard were alone, or nearly. And it was Angel that now let her leave peacefully, with the loving smile that the memories aroused contrasting with the eyes that spoke volumes on her feelings about the situation. Sasha had managed to only cry silently, and grit her teeth harder than recommended. Until Angel appeared, her high-pitched wail echoing through the forest and destroying the captain’s quaking heart. Sasha was too broken to even reflexively hate the spirit guide for what she represented. The squad members unofficially handled what needed to be done while Angel slowly found an opening in the shell the captain had made from the broken pieces. They spoke of Kary, they shared memories of her. Sasha was surprised when she was told a happy birthday by the now familiar spirit, much more time had passed than she thought. Angel appeared clearer than ever and shared some memories. The lamia had wished for her to be happy, to find love, and had given quite a lot of thought having her naughty harpy punished by the captain. Sasha became aware of instincts she thought she would never see again as she looked at the white, delicious body pressing against her. In her newfound love, it took her a while to notice Angel was appearing less clearly and less often. Sasha had regained control of the squad, and she was getting back well into the world Angel had rebuilt for her. Is what the captain convinced herself and the group. Although the new healer was giving her a piercing look she wasn't sure what to make of. After a few days of not having caught a glimpse of the spirit, Sasha attempted to find comfort with the bustiest of the squad, which was a tear-filled failure neither would speak about. A painful realization later and the captain decided to take action. She woke up to the angriest glare she had ever seen as a certain harpy floated near the healer that had somehow known she wasn't, in fact, taking her blade to her room to polish it. “That. Is. Not. How any of this works.” A huge grin grew on the captain’s face. “Well it did work, didn't it?” “Yes… Yes it did.” Sasha didn't waste any time before flipping her naughty angel over. There was a lot of supple white flesh that needed her attention. The healer stared in awe at the toned body of her growling captain as she started to catch up on a lot of fucking. She knew she should leave, but every part of her body and instincts weren't allowing her. She nearly forgot to stop breathing as the most gorgeous predator she had ever seen turned a - very - hungry gaze upon her melting form. It was love at first sight. |
| HMG Competition III: Electric Mouse H-scene by dcw2021 Ash Ketchum, NOT 10 years old, is cheers on his electric mouse during her quest to be a Colosseum master. He is helping her recharge after a particularly tough fight… “You did great out there today.” Ash says, patting the electric mouse as she nuzzles him and a stimulating current runs through them. “I always do great… when you are cheering for me.” She giggles. “You ready? Or do you need a jump start?!” She cheers as sends powerful shocks through Ash. “Ahh!” So good! “I thought you used all your energy in that last fight!” “That was all my painful electricity. The rest I save for you.” With another powerful shock Ash knew he had to have her. Feeling his energy, she just smiles as they both undress. Straddling on top of him, she only stays upright long enough for him to be inserted before laying on top of him so her small body can cling to him tightly as she continues to nuzzle him. With nothing between them the electric shocks she sends through him come back to her so they both feel the tingling pleasure the shocks give. As if her shocks were giving them opposite charges, the more shocks she gives the tighter they embrace each other. Only once the shocks have driven the two of them to the verge of madness do they stop the nuzzling and begin to passionately kiss like true lovers do. Unable to hold back his desires Ash grabs her and slides her over his body, slightly forcefully just the way she likes it. She continues to grip him tightly, in more ways than one, but there is a little bit of distance between them to make movement easier. But this distance cause the electricity to jump between them in short powerful bursts, each comparable to a mini orgasm in the pleasure they give. Their movements become faster and more frantic as climax approaches until she loses herself completely and all of her electric power is released at once. She collapses on top of him, out of breath but completely satisfied. “You know at this rate you will be a mother.” Ash marvels, always surprised at how much he pours into her small body. “Well, then my dream will just become her dream. Or is there a problem with that, papa?” She giggles at the thought of starting a family as she fills herself filled with the energy he just gave her. The electric mouse is fully healed. |
| HMG Competition III: Spriggan H-scene by MetallumOperatur I silently watched the first dewdrop form around the perfect green nipple of my Spriggan girlfriend. The sun had nearly set and I knew she would soon wake from her daily slumber. As always she would complain about not having been molested while she had been basking in the sun wearing nothing but her feminine glory. But that felt wrong to me, so every day I strengthened my resolve and abode my time. Watching her. Waiting for her to wake. The dewdrop had grown heavy and slowly began to move. I decided to follow the drops journey across my sweetheart's body to pass the time till she would wake. I observed the drop making its way down over the perfect smooth green skin and pleasant curvature of her full breast. Building up momentum along the way. For a moment it seemed the momentum was just short of carrying the dewdrop over the fold where breast met chest. But after a short delay where the drop had only ever so slightly inched forward, it cleared the hurdle and the dauntless adventure continued. The soft plains that formed her lean tummy were traversed without any delays, till the drop approached the dip that was her bellybutton. I held my breath as the dewdrop fearlessly edged the point of no return, taunting me with the possibility of prematurely ending its voyage. The curve it had made while following the gentle slope of her skin, proved just enough to clear the belly button. Once again the dewdrop was on its way and picking up speed. Soon the dewdrop encountered the next challenge on its perilous quest. The slope of its path increased and the drop visibly slowed down as it tried to climb my lover’s mons Venus. I was glad that my girl tended well after her nether regions, for else my short-lived friend might have gotten stuck in the forest. However, with no forest to get lost in, the precarious ascent was subdued and nothing seemed able to stop the dewdrop from completing its odyssey. Alas, not every journey is destined to be completed. My liquid friend had made a wrong turn and now entered the crevice between the two smooth emerald hills that formed my mate’s lips. The grasp of gravity is a cruel one and the dewdrop met its final resting place. I found solace in the fact that my friend at least got to shine like a colorless pearl as it adorned the little jade button that formed the core of my sweetheart’s feminine blossom. I finally broke my gaze only to discover that the sun had long set. The light that I had assumed were the last rays of the sinking sun, was actually the soft glow emitted by my soul mate’s flower. As I looked up I found her smiling down on me. The realization that she had been awake all this time began to dawn on me. I was amazed that she had opted to not move a muscle, just so that I could continue to watch the dewdrop’s journey undisturbed. I stood up and gently caressed her face. To make sure that I would be the one who spoke first I tenderly put a finger to her lips. Then I looked straight into her azure eyes – the only part of her that wasn’t a lush green – and softly whispered: “Thank you my love. We’ll be in each other’s arms soon, but first I have to kiss a friend of mine goodbye…” |
| HMG Competition III: Warek H-scene by tygertyger The sound of a body crashing through the undergrowth signaled Kalimba’s return. That the normally stealthy warek was making so much noise meant that she was announcing her presence, which meant that she was spoiling for a fight. The hunt had gone badly, as I’d suspected it would, and now she was looking for someone to take it out on. Since she had gotten all the way home without finding any takers, that someone was about to be me. Kalimba burst through the front door and emitted a growl that I could hear from the kitchen. “How was your hunt, mistress?” I asked. I turned to face the door as my owner – for that’s how she defined our relationship – rounded the corner with murder in her eyes. “Mind your business, slave,” she snarled. The leopard woman looked around the small house for cause to beat me, but she would find none. I had started cleaning as soon as she left, and the sink was empty of dirty dishes. As for dinner, she would’ve smelled that cooking while she was still some way off. I had lived through the aftermath of several unsuccessful hunts, and I am not a slow learner. I put on a winning smile and dropped my arms to my sides. Not only was this posture non-threatening, it allowed Kalimba to see the writing on the apron I wore – “Kiss the Cook.” The apron was the only garment I owned that Kalimba had not made for me. I made it myself for days like this. “Would you like some refreshment, mistress?” She sniffed. “I smell lemonade. Bring me a cup,” she said. “Of course, mistress.” I put down the skillet and turned to the coldbox to get the pitcher. This new angle showed my mistress that the apron was all I wore. I grinned at the imagined sight of her eyes widening in surprise. With the lemonade in hand I strutted to the table and made a show of pouring into the cup that I had already set at her customary place. I was gratified to see her pupils, which had been contracted to slits, widen as she breathed in my scent from close up. I took my time returning the pitcher to the coldbox so that she could admire my bare backside. “I have also prepared a meal for you, mistress. I’m sure that it will be to your liking.” Kalimba waved that notion aside. “I am in no mood for your so-called cooking, slave,” she replied. “Are you sure, mistress?” I retrieved the skillet and presented it with a flourish. “Wouldn’t you like to sink your teeth into some nice, juicy… sausage?” Kalimba’s eyes glazed momentarily as the potent smell of the meat – and the double entendre with which it was served – hit her full force. The warek speared a sausage on the claw of her index finger and raised it to her lips. She gobbled it quickly but somehow made it suggestive. When she was done she sensuously licked the grease from her finger and turned a fang-baring grin on me. “That was… adequate, slave. You have done well.” “Thank you, mistress,” I said. “Would you like another helping?” Kalimba suddenly rose from her chair and planted a forepaw in the middle of my chest. She pushed me against the wall and held me there; the pressure wasn’t enough to do damage, but it did hurt. “Miscreant! Do you think me so easily manipulated that a mere offering of food and beverage can spare you a well-deserved beating?” “I wouldn’t dream of it, mistress,” I said. I didn’t have to fake the quaver in my voice – not with the tips of her claws piercing the apron and drawing pinpricks of blood from my skin. “I live to serve you!” “As it should be,” she said. Kalimba shifted her grip to the apron’s collar and pulled. There was brief pressure at my neck and waist, but the slipknots parted as intended. The warek looked down and smiled at the treat now exposed for her viewing pleasure. “You are too clever by half, slave,” she declared, “But you are a good cook. I believe I will have another helping of sausage.” “As you command,” I said. Kalimba smiled with the juice from the sausage still glistening on her face as she knelt before me. Her paws kneaded my buttocks as her lips engulfed me and she claimed her second helping. Kiss the cook, indeed. |
| HMG Competition III: Psychopomp H-scene by echoes_guy “It’s almost time.” A soft voice whispered in the young man’s ear, black hair spilling into his vision. He coughed harshly in response, though he weakly smiled. Trying to rise from his chair, he nearly stumbled to the floor, but a slender pair of grey arms caught him before he even fell to a knee. Looking to the Psychopomp, he nodded in appreciation, gesturing towards the open window. Without another word she helped him across the room, allowing him access to the cool night air, gently rubbing his back as another fit of coughing racked his body. “Will… Will it hurt?” He hoarsely whispered. He had known this was coming for quite some time, truly, but now that it was almost here he was suddenly more anxious than he had ever been. The dark winged spirit shook her head, shroud lifted from her face to gaze upon him with milky white orbs. “It will, however briefly. Your lungs will fail, and you will asphyxiate. Failing that, you will choke on your own blood.” Noting his shudder and the tears that began to well, she soundlessly glided over to his side, wrapping around him gently. “Never fear, my love. I will be here to make your passing much more peaceful. And I will be with you as your soul leaves your failing body, forever and always.” She kissed under his eye, wiping away his tears, trailing across his face as she came to hover before him before meeting his lips. “Do not cry, my love. Your pain will not last. I will make sure of it.” He would have asked how, but another fit of coughing seized him, and as he doubled over in pain he felt her guide him over to his bed. He tried to calm himself, he did, but as he felt her hands leave him he couldn’t help but gasp and reach for her. “I am here. Lie down, and I shall ease your passing. It is upon us.” Nodding shakily, he all but collapsed onto the bed, unable to help but curl up as he felt like his chest would collapse, burst, and then launch straight out of his chest. A cascade of agony that he prayed would just end. So caught in his pain he did not notice his wife disrobe him, though she had no need for the action herself, as she never wore more than her shroud and dark scarf, a habit he had come to appreciate in its entirety; though she did not seem it, she adored contact, and the feeling of her skin against him was unmistakable, and in an instant grabbed his attention when she ran her hands along his hips. “Relax. Let go.” She whispered, straddling him as she raised his hardness to her womanhood. “Focus on me. Focus on this.” And as she slowly inserted him into herself, he was awash in the sudden otherworldly coolness that came over him, as much as he felt the pain wash away with it. Every nerve in him tingled, goosebumps rising as she began to ride him, slowly and deliberately. He did not have the strength to try and meet her movements, and so fully laid back and let his head hit the pillow. “Yes, that’s it. Just like that. Don’t try to hold on.” Up and down she rode him, serene and filled with a compassion that she did not often show. Every time she lifted up, he felt every ridge and fold brush against him, and as she came back down she clamped down for a few moments, allowing him to feel every bit of flesh enfolding him. With every rise and fall, another wave of cool relief filled him, though he noted that he felt colder and colder with every moment, even as he felt that pressure building inside him. “When you feel yourself about to release…” She leaned down onto him, breasts pressing against him as she whispered into his ear. “Just let it happen.” He gasped, and a sudden chill ran through his entire body as he came. Eyes fluttering shut, he heard her whisper in his ear one last time as darkness crept around him, even as he felt her hand link with his. “Come. To Limbo.” ... His family found him the next morning, a peaceful smile on his face, and knew that truly did rest in peace. |
| HMG Competition III: Sand Maiden H-scene by Clarus_Nox I woke with the light freckling it’s way through the leafy tops of some peach tree foliage that I found myself laying underneath, the merciful shade doing it’s best to shield me from the unforgiving sun. They must have been ripe, as the air is aloft with a pleasant sweet scent. I did not wished to leave this cool umbra, but the sound of another blessing I am in need of caused me to stir. Looking to locate the source, I found a pristine pool of water only a mere few meters from my shady asylum. Making my way to quench my parched throat, I begin to wonder how I came to be in this literal oasis. Last thing I could recall was having run out of water in my trek through this harsh wasteland with no signs of more anywhere. Inevitably, I suffered a stroke and collapsed. Now using the pond to wash my face a tad, I begun to wonder. Did someone find me by chance? If so where are they and who are they? Taking a moment to glance around, there is not many places one could hide. And no one to try it seems. I return to my refuge and eventually fell back to sleep. When I woke again, I found myself next to a small heap of peaches and a wooden carved bowl full with water. Surveying my surrounding again I try to see if anyone was around, with zero results. Perhaps I was in a coma in the middle of the desert awaiting my death. With that morbid thought in mind, I decided to at least try to enjoy my tenable state by partaking in some fruit and water. That was when I saw it, what looked like someone hiding behind a tree. It did not appear to have noticed I saw it, her, I think it is a her. The heat is not making things easy for me. I stand to approach the located individual, but it seems I spooked her as she turned to leave. I made to call out after her but to no avail. After reaching the tree though I could not help but feel my worry about this being only a coma induced dream being strengthened, there was nowhere that girl could have run and yet, there was no sign she was ever there. “If this is real and she was the one to help me I would like to thank her at least.” I say to myself. But real this did not appear. After I return to my shade and look out ahead of me to the vast sands, I see the girl from just before half buried in the sand. She did not seem to be wearing any clothes as she timidly observed me. The surprise stalled me for a moment but I eventually spoke, “Are you the one who saved me?” She gave a small nod while seeming to contemplate something. Without a verbal reply she slowly pulled her lower half out of the sand, it was a mermaid, no a sand maiden. I only heard rumors about them before, most thought of them as extinct and/or myth. She seems to be waiting for my reaction for something. “What is your name? Is there anything I can do to repay you?” I ask. Slowly, she made her way to me, I did not approach for fear of startling her once more, until she was in front of me. Then she gave a nod. “What would you like?” I did not have much money, I am not sure what I possibly repay her with. And then it seems she took what she wanted. The sand maiden embraced me gently and kissed me. Things lead from one thing to another and somehow we ended up copulating for hours. The sun having set, I lay in the shore with the sand maiden in the afterglow of what she wished for. I found myself wishing she would stay, but there was nothing to stop her from leaving now when, “Iole.” Looking at the sand maiden, she continued to speak softly while embracing me again, “My name is Iole.” |
| HMG Competition III: Baku H-scene by dcw2021 “So where should we go tonight?” John Smith asks his Baku companion as they step into the dream realm. “Let’s see…” The baku sniffs the air for nearby dreams. “Oh, we have some tasty ones tonight… no nightmares though.” Suddenly he interest is perked. “What is this I smell?!” “Something good?” John asks. “No, I fear something repulsive is going on.” Suddenly full of anger, she clenches her fist. “Let’s go!” John could only wonder what got her so riled up… until he saw the dream. It was on a bright sunny beach. It was the dream of an elf. She was in a swimsuit and happily running as she was chased by a man. And that man was John! “Darn her! I knew she was pinning after you!” The baku shouts as she angrily clenches her chest. “Oh wow, she’s dreaming about me?” John laughs. “I’m flattered.” “Well it pisses me off!” The Baku shouts. “Is she lucid?” John asks. “Nope, lights are on but no one is home.” “Well then…” Before John could say there is no harm done, the baku sucks the dream John into her two trunks. “Well that’s a sight I won’t be able to forget.” “There problem solved, that’ll take care of the feelings she was developing for you.” The baku says with a satisfied sigh. John sighs himself, this one with a tinge of regret. “But what do we do with her? She looks so confused now.” “I suppose I do feel a bit sorry for her.” Suddenly she flashes a wry grin at John. “She wanted to see you in her dreams, shall we give that to her.” The next moment the baku had stripped the clothes off of John and they begin to passionately have sex in front of the dream elf. Unable to restrain her insatiable desire, plus showing the elf who really has John, the baku straddles on top of john and eagerly rides him. She makes exaggerated movements and is intentionally loud with hopes that the elf might just remember when she wakes up. “Well, look at her now. She seems to be enjoying herself.” The baku chuckles, glancing to the elf that is playing with herself in her dream daze. Spurred on by their audience, John flips the baku over and begins to passionately lay into her as they embrace eachother. The baku lets him have his fun, as long as she gets her fill of his energy little details like position do not matter to her. For nearly an hour they continue to go at it, switching position from time to time. When the baku finally shouts her desire temporarily satisfied the elf is startled awake and John and the baku are forced to look elsewhere to continue their fun. The next time the elf sees John she does not have any particular feelings for him but is strangely turned on at his presence. |
| HMG Competition III: Sea Serpent H-scene by echoes_guy The sea churned and heaved as the pirate ship shattered like glass, its crew being flung into the ocean every which way as something very, very large tore it asunder. But for one human, he had already flung himself off the ship into the churning waters below, with little fear of what came next. The moment he hit the water, he felt something brush against his leg, and quickly found himself scooped up by a large claw, which took great care in handling him. As the ship and crew began to sink to a watery grave, he was lifted up and out of the water as he came face to face with the beast responsible for the destruction. “Thanks for the save, love.” Walking across the sea dragon’s palm, he braced himself as he was brought close to his love’s face, close enough that he could kiss her lips, though he took care to let her exhale the rest of the scalding steam she had been brewing in her maw. “Should’ve known this was going to go south, though.” The serpent grimaced a bit, which he took for ‘I told you so’. Sighing, he threw his hands in the air. “Yes, I know this could have been avoided if we just stayed in your lair. You were right, I was wrong. Happy?” Eyebrow raised, he watched as his lover put on an over-exaggerated show of thinking it over before she smiled broadly, bobbing her head. “You do realize that I’m gonna try again though, right?” And just like that the smile was gone, though she seemed more morose than angry. “Look, let’s just head home for now, alright? We can talk more there. I’m starting to chill up a bit.” Shivering as he said this, he knew what would follow, though he hardly minded. Without missing a beat, he had already stripped down, and the Sea Serpent was all smiles again as she opened her mouth, tongue extending like a bridge. “Thanks sweeting.” And just like that, clothes tucked under his arm, he walked right into her mouth, which snapped shut behind him, trapping him in the dark. But just as before, he felt no fear. If anything, there was something comforting about it. How he could hear every deep breath she took, how he could feel every pulse of her heart, the humid warmth, how her tongue coiled and played as he settled down behind her teeth; there was a certain intimacy to it, and he knew she would never deliberately harm him. She still wasn’t quite over the first time she bit him, after all. So when her tongue carefully probed around him, he gave it a few pats, their sign for ‘go ahead’. Given that she was by now swimming under the water, and it was kind of hard to have a conversation in someone’s mouth, they found a few ways around it. Closing his eyes and leaning back, he grunted in appreciation as her tongue lapped over him, around him, the very tip running across his lips in her own show of a kiss. Every pass of her tongue let him feel every bud and muscle, enjoying just how much control she had. But foreplay was not her strong suit, and soon she had him like a piece of candy, coiling and rolling as she toyed with his manhood. Every so often she swallowed, and he relished as he felt her mouth close just a bit more around him, totally enfolding him in flesh before releasing him. He had to admit, the danger of being swallowed did add a little more excitement… Though he had absolutely no desire to go that direction. Straddling her tongue, he thrust his hips along it, enjoying the sensation as he ran over every ridge. She merely slid it back and forth beneath him in response, raising a portion behind him so he had something to rest his back on. With another grunt, he let himself go, and coated her tongue in her favorite treat, tumbling backwards as she played his sperm across, savoring it thoroughly before slowly swallowing it. “There. Consider it an appetizer.” Chuckling to himself, he slid back against her teeth again, allowing her tongue to settle over him like a blanket as he dozed off, knowing full well she’d get a few more ejaculations out of him before they got home. |
| HMG Competition III: Pitcher Plant H-scene by dcw2021 Ah, such a beautiful day. A beautiful girl on my left, her equally beautiful twin sister on my right, both of whom fawning at my every caress. These twin honey bees were drawn in by my sent and joined me in my pitcher. Now their faces are flushed red and their eyes are filled with yearning as they fall deeper and deeper into the euphoric daze my juices create. Now fully soaked in my nectar, and stripped of their unnecessary clothing, they are so sensitive that all it take is a light puff to their ear to entice a moan out of them. Their gorgeous figures shine in the evening sun as light reflects off their soaked bodies. They look delicious. I want them now and their pleading eyes thell me they are more than willing to oblige. I turn to the first sister and gently caress her cheek. Her surprised moan is adorable, her pleading eyes are irresistible. She is so cute I could not help but steal a kiss from her. She eagerly returns my kiss, so happy to be given the love I have been making her wait for. I barely even begin to work my magic fingers and she is completely enthralled with my touch. Silly girl, we have not even gotten started. Her twin, accepting of the unfair treatment embraces me as she begs me to give her love too. Oh this is precisely why I let them soak before I take them, these reactions are to die for. I go back and forth between the two, kissing one as I caress and fondle the other. Their energy seeps into me with every touch and as if does their desires grow and they become more assertive, doing their best to return the pleasure I have been giving them. We all share an embrace, the two of them sharing kisses with each other as much as they are with me and our hands carefully explore every nook and cranny until we find all the right places. I have to admit I was pleasantly surprised, they could not match my skill so they teamed up to attack me with at the same time. I welcomed the challenge, everything they did to me I returned to them until we were all satisfied. I almost feel sorry for the girls, despite all the pleasure we share, the energy I take will leave them with an intense desire that I wont be able to sate. Luckily they are not they only thing my sweet sent attracted. A man appears, extremely flustered, I imagine he has been watching us for some time. He is just the thing these girls need to get them recharged and ready to go for another round, more if he can handle it. I wrap one arm around each girl and we stand up so we can present the man all that we have to offer. Withopen arms we ask: 'Care to join us?' |
| HMG Competition III: Catfish H-scene by Clarus_Nox Waking up to the sounds of morning birds, I found my wife curled up over top my waist, her cat tail was curled up around my legs while her kitten ears twitched from sleep. Really she was so cute that I petted her head to wake her up. Normally she was the first to be awake though. Shifting a bit, she curled up in the blankets to seek its warmth. I had to cover my mouth to stop the soft laughter from waking her. Gently pulling my little kitten out of the bed and to the bathroom for her to relax in the tub, I almost tripped over her cat tail as it curled higher up my leg. It was a soft and soothing motion that it was almost relaxing enough to make my leg drop from underneath me. Turning on the water I getting lay my cat mermaid into the water. Her mer-tail was that of a normal mermaid, though I could swear it reminded me of a predators tail, like a shark or something. Taking a moment to wash her back while she hummed as she woke up, I was greeted with the sight of feline green and gold eyes. While tired she seemed to be more inclined to roll around in the water. While it was no salt water from the sea, she loved it none the less. Washing behind her feline ears I got a purr in return, her arms wrapped around my chest pulling myself closer to the tub she was about to fall right back asleep in. Petting her long red hair I gently coax her back awake. After all, if she goes back to sleep, how were we supposed to get things done today? "Mimi, you should wake up. You know you have work today at the cafe." "Hmm? I don't want to get yet though." she yawned again. She was trying to get something from me again. "But if you wake me up with a kiss, I might be more inclined to wake up..." I saw the playful smile on Mimi's face as I chuckled at her playful nature. Giving her a quick kiss on the forehead I turn to face her. "Awake now?" "No, not yet." Giving another set of kisses over her eyes and nose. I pull back to smile at her playful pout. "You keep missing the important place." "Really? How about here?" Finally kissing my wife on the lips, only to find her playfully biting my bottom lip. Her arms pulling me closer to the tub, her sleepwear was soaked and clinging to her skin, it left not much to the imagination, then again I love my playful kitty fish. Pulling my mouth away to her neck giving her butterfly kisses before pulling away when she gasped over the area where her pulse was located. I saw her give me a pleading look and I sigh in submission. Removing my shirt and pants I work my way into the tub, hovering over her as I give her more butterfly kisses over her sleepwear. Mimi gave quick work of removing her sleep top, leaving a full view of her slender waist and C cup breast. Giving a small bite to her collar bone I was granted a small mewl from her. Licking the mark my fingers give a trail butterfly kisses over her sensitive skin around her stomach, moving up to the bottom of her ribs. Licking around the top of her breast I heard her breathing hitch together in a rapid fashion. Finally finding the strength, my partner started with kisses around my neck and ear. Playfully biting my ear, the sound of her purrs could still be heard as fold my hand around her breast, giving it a soft but firm squeeze earning me a loud mewl and a slightly painful yet erotic bit to my neck. In return I took the right breast into my mouth swirling it with my tongue and biting at the nub. Mimi then become very vocal with her purrs and mewls, shifting a lot underneath my treatment. Shifting in the water of the tub I lift my head to her kitty ears and soft bite on them, giving a soft tug before licking them with a slow movement matching the massages my palms where giving her breasts. Mimi became a panting mess under me, slowly sliding into the water under until half her face was under. Trailing my hands to her tailfin, lightly applying pressure to the base of the fins at her back, she jumped and latched onto my in a hug. Her claw like nails raked down my back in return. I groan at the pain, though it didn't hurt like it should. Applying a harder pressure to her base of her tail-fin she started to jolt, as her fin twitched with her arms as they continued to latch onto my skin. Trailing my fingers up and down her spine, to soothe out the spazzes. Right after it start to slow down I used my own hands to apply pressure to her lower back in circular motion and got in return a pleased mewl from my half cat half fish wife. I smiled at how responsive she had become since our last night together. Moving my fingers to continue the pressure all around her back she finally slowled down to small spasms. Carefully lifting my wife out of the tub I heard her groan softly. "But dear, what about you?" Her voice was soft and tired now. I smiled and shook my head. "I'd be fine. Besides, there something you want to tell me?" "Huh? OH! I'm pregnant!" "I knew it." I gave her a kiss on her stomach as I laid her on the small water bed that was just for her. "W-what? H-how?" seeing my cute wife pout almost made me laugh at her. "I'm a doctor by trade. You'd think you could hide it from me for very long?" I kissed her pout away in which she smiled happily as she hugged my waist and patted softly on her stomach. "Finally having a family..." "But you're in no condition to go to work. No physical activities for you." "Yep! No work for me!" "That includes sex Mimi." "W-what?!" |
| HMG Competition III: Silvales H-scene by AmbertheCat Snow had blanketed the ground outside as the sun began to set. We were not likely to get another customer for the day as I closed up shop. I saw my wife sat close to the lit fireplace as I walked into the dining room. The irony of my plant wife having sought comfort from an open flame left me mildly amused. Her type did not do too well in the cold, “Told you you shouldn’t sell off that much of your leaves.” Especially when this was the case. No point to tease her, she was already suffering the consequences. And to be fair, how could she know this winter would be so much colder than any we had recently had? I sat behind her to share my warmth as my wife curled up into me for more warmth before hitting my forehead with the back of her own. “It’s not funny. If I don’t keep warm my arms and legs’ll fall off. Just because I can grow them back doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt ya dumbass.” She sounded angry but curled closer nonetheless. I wondered what else I could do to help warm her, drawing up a hot bath would work but she would just become colder when she came out. Her body was a bit cold to the touch but nothing dangerous so the fire was doing it’s job. As I thought of what I could do for her I had began to rub her arms for her. I stole a glance to see her child-like pouting face at the cold, but to my surprise I got treated with the more rare expression of a lovingly content expression as she stared into the fire. She was a stubborn one who tended to hide what she felt most of the time when suddenly she looked to my hand that had stopped rubbing her arm. She did not say anything, but her expression seemed a little upset. ‘I wonder.’ I thought as I decided to try something. I moved myself back a little and began to massage her shoulder and arms. She shifted a little in surprise as she tensed but otherwise did not verbally react. I continued with my makeshift massage as I took notice my wife began to push a little into me. I got a devious smile as an idea came to mind. Since she had been pushed back a little it made pulling her down to lay on my lap easy. She looked up to me with a note of surprise as I made a loving smile as I continued to massage her arms. My wife in an act of defiance turned her face away from me but did nothing to stop me as I moved to give her torso some attention. When I took another glance at her I saw another content smile upon her lips. Her eyes flashed in my direction to steal a glance at me only to see they did so at the wrong time. I could make out some blush in her face as my wife sat up and leaned against me. I figured she had had enough so I just embraced her when she said, “I didn’t say you had to stop.” I made to look at her face from her shoulder but she turned away to prevent me. It was also rare to hear a request from her, she usually preferred to just take what she wanted. “I only moved because it made something easier.” “And what is that?” I could practically see the blush reaching around her cheeks to her ears. It did not seem I was going to get an answer so I started to massage her again from my position when she suddenly turned to look at me. Her normally green toned skin had become greenish brown from her blush. The next moment she leaned in and kissed me. I could only smile to myself as I continued my massage but slipped my hand under my wife’s shirt for a more direct approach. I love my adorable wife. |
| HMG Competition III: Catfish H-scene by AmbertheCat Returning home from working the shop I saw my catfish wife, Mimi, struggling with a few things with her pregnant belly. Sighing I set out to help her before she hurt herself or the little kittens, or would they be guppies? I guess it would depend on where she gives birth then. Lately things have been difficult with her cravings and struggle to want to do things alone. It was a slight chance from her normal personality. But I love my wife none the less. But I would have to be crafty if I wanted to help her without her breaking down into a crying fit… “If you so much as try to help me I will claw your eyes out.” Mimi said clearly agitated. “How about I make you a deal.” “Deal? Like what?” “If you can get this box above your stomach I will make you some mackerel and salmon for dinner tonight.” “If I can’t?” Her pout was oddly cute with how large her stomach was getting. A budding mother in the making. “I’ll hold that until then.” “Fine. I’ll show you I’m not weak!” And with that she tried to lift the box, her tailfin was in the magic bubble keeping her afloat while out of water, but it did nothing to help her with her baby bump. “Wait, I got this.” Trying again her bubble popped from too much weight and I sighed. I saw the tears enter her eyes from her landing on her bottom. Moving over I did a quick check to make sure nothing was wrong. While doing so I saw her crying with an almost unstoppable force. It wasn’t that far of a drop though… “Mimi, honey, what's the matter… you’ve been upset with me for quite a while now…” “Nothing is wrong with me! You’re the one in the wrong! I’m not weak! I won’t break if you try to touch me! Why won’t you love me anymore!” Her yelling seemed to merge with her crying. Ah, I see… Carefully picking up my crying wife I went to the bathroom, setting her in the tub. I started to fill it with water. Her skin was getting dried out from being out of the water for so long. She was still crying as I stripped my clothing, getting in the bath with her. Her crying stopped when she saw me getting in the tub. Though a few tears still fell. And it's my job to stop them. “I haven’t touched you simply because it was unhealthy for the children. Human births I know a lot about...animal births as well, even fishes due process but you are a Catfish, love. I am torn between two knowledge's. I don’t want to accidentally hurt you or our children. It would kill me if I did.” Taking a moment to kiss her cheek down to her lips, I licked a few stray tears as she was stunned into silence. She watched me as if trying to figure me out again. She has a habit of trying that. Slowly her eyes went to my manhood as I continued to kiss her. “I didn’t win the deal but could I ask for …” “No you didn’t win, but I now know how stressed you must have been, we can do this anyway you want tonight alright?” I smiled at her as her face turned a little pink, turning off the water so it didn’t overflow. I saw that Mimi had come to a decision. “Will you lay back? I want to eat you…” Her face was still a little red but mine would have been redder if it wasn’t for the steam. Leaning back against the tub, my wife went down into the water, her baby bump was against my legs as She took to licking up and down my shaft. Her technique was really good and slow as I fought against the urges to thrust upwards. She was slow, almost teasing. “This is punishment for making me lonely dear.” I heard her say as she came up, licking against my earlobe. Shivering against my wife I found her lying directly over top me, her bump was at my stomach as I felt our children kick every so often. Her tail was curled up like a cat in my lap. One hand was still on my lower regions as she worked me. Her tongue was teasing against my collarbone. It was odd, I felt frustrated right now from these actions being so slow. Mimi worked her tongue down my collarbone as she bit down harshly. Somehow I felt myself becoming unraveled so quickly. I could feel myself about to explode. But I couldn’t stop myself from asking my question. “I thought you were going to eat me honey?” I said playfully. She looked at slightly stunned before she smiled, playing along. “Oh I’m going to enjoy this. That’s for the meal…” And she sunk back underwater as she took my length into her mouth, bobbing up and down quickly. Sucking and swallowing. Deep throating and teasing the sack that laid in her hands. It was almost too much for my mind to comprehend. And I shot my load into her mouth, which she swallowed a lot of it, and whatever she didn’t swallowed fell out of the corner of her mouth. Feeling spent I felt for her and pulled her into my arms. Kissing her lips, tasting myself on her didn’t bother me as I poured as much love as I could at that moment in the kiss. “Let’s get into bed dear…” Nodding as I washed her off really quickly. I got dressed as I pulled her out and to the bed. Pulling the covers over us as we whispered goodnight, only to feel something oddly warm and slimy hit the bed. “A-ah...it seems...I may be giving birth sooner than I thought…” “...what?” |
| HMG Competition III: Spriggan & Catfish H-scene by MetallumOperatur It was long after midnight when I finally heard the doorknob twist. I turned to face Silene, my wife, and found that her glow flower only emitted a faint glow. She looked drained. Which was strange because usually daytime was her time to rest. “You look tired, something happened?” “Apparently one of the Touch Fluffy Tail Trade Company’s ships got pirated by the Iron Tentacle Freebooters, and now they hired several privateers to deal with the pirates. I’ve been assigned as a negotiator to try and keep the situation from escalating into a full scale war. I’ve been talking with them for 20 hours straight; I’m spent. And I don’t even get to rest, because the negotiations continue at the break of dawn.” she complained. I knew that stressful negotiations were part of her work as a diplomat, but I had rarely seen her this drained. That meant her tranquilizing aura had been heavily taxed to keep the negotiations from going violent. I couldn’t help Silene with preventing those trade companies and pirates from duking it out, but I did know how to put her in a better mood. “You must have been talking a lot then. Well how about I help you lubricate your throat for tomorrow?” I purred naughtily as I winked at her. As always she couldn’t resist. We started of slowly with our lips locked and our tongues intertwined. I slowly ran my hand through her long green hair to which she answered with soft moans. In turn she gently scratched behind my ears. I felt my face become flushed as the irresistible sensation of being scratched there took over. I grabbed her hiney gave it a squeeze and pulled her towards me, while at the same time quickly upping the passion in my kiss. My breathing became heavier and with every heave I felt my breasts press against hers. She knew my weak spots all too well, and kept unrelentingly scratching behind my ears. I couldn’t hold it any longer, and I let myself fall backwards, dragging her down with me. We giggled as Silene was now leaning over me; her face hovering mere centimeters above mine and her hair draped along my sides. I could see the love and lust in her eyes swelling as she began slowly kissing her way down. She was careful to kiss me everywhere that wasn’t covered by my short top. While she was placing soft pecks all over my uncovered belly, she pulled down my skirt. Rather than immediately going for her target she made a detour kissing and licking the smooth scales on my tail fin. The anticipation of what was about to come became nearly too much to bear. And when she finally arrived at my core, I moaned from pleasure. Even more so then when she had been scratching them, my ears started to twitch, and my eyesight went blurry, as her tongue began pleasuring my sensitive pearl. My tail fin began to involuntarily shudder under the continuous assault of pleasure. Not wanting her to stop I grabbed her by her hair as well as coiled my tail around her neck and I firmly pushed and pulled her down into my love spot. I’m such a lucky girl that she likes it when I get a little greedy and force her onto me. As I was approaching my climax my love juices started to flow. Always thirsty for liquids Silene carefully licked them up, making sure that every lick included my button as well. Finally, I could hold back no longer as I began to squirm with pleasure. In ecstasy I arched my back and from the top of my lungs I let out a holler, ”Nyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~” |
| HMG Competition III: Catfish H-scene by dcw2021 Life can be pretty complicated at times. Take John Smith, who’s real name will be kept confidential, a man with a few quirks but a normal man like any other. He went on a long journey to get married and is now happily married with his wives and has many beautiful children, one could say he has the perfect life. But even a perfect life can have somethings missing and for John Smith it was cat ears. Sure he could watch fondly as the ears from a nekomata or sphinx would perk or twitch at the slightest noise. However one of his wives has a fear of cats and expressly forbid him from having anything more than the bare minimum contact with them. John respected his wives wishes, keeping his conversations with them brief all while the ears and tails remained swaying out of his reach as if to mock him, that is until he met Marry Sue. Marry Sue, who’s real name will not be disclosed, is a catfish and she has all the traits John had been yearning for. From her hair to her tails, Marry Sue was checking off all of John’s boxes except the ones that were created by his wives unique traits. It was only a chance encounter that brought them together but John’s interest was immediately perked. Sure Marry has cat ears and a tail but she is a catfish and not a cat so it is alright if I talk with her, John thought. But the problems began when John decided not to tell his wives. ‘I just met someone’ became ‘I just stopped to talk with a friend’ became ‘It’s only a couple drinks with a friend’ each step slowly rationalized away. John never stopped loving his family of course, they always meant the world to him, but fetishes are powerful things and they slowly drove him into territory that is his wives really should be aware of. Some compliments, a bit of flirting, the odd touch, a kiss… Marry also knew John was married, he would often gush over his children, but the same justifications that made John ok with their relationship made Marry ok as well. They are just friends, that is all either of them intended to be. But life is complicated. “Are you sure about this?” Marry asks coyly. “What about your wives?” “It’s fine. As long as they don’t find out it will be as if it never happened.” It is taking all of John’s to hold back what he can at this point. Against his better judgement, he has actually wanted to do this for a while. “Is it alright if I touch them?” Marry becomes a little flustered as she nods. The desires John has had are no surprise to her, she could tell the moment they met. She was just waiting for John to ask. “I’m starting now.” Marry lets out a surprised yelp as John lightly takes hold of the fleshy tips that point out from her body. John then begins to lightly roll and rub the sensitive skin, carefully watching Marry’s reaction as he does. To John, this action alone is enough but Marry knows there is more he could be doing. “Isn’t there someplace else that needs your attention?” Marry playfully asks. John knew exactly what she was talking about. He was a little hesitant but after coming this far there is no reason to stop here. Reaching for Marry’s lower body, John’s hands follow the contours of Marry’s shapely curves until he finds the spot he was looking for. With careful use of the fingers he is able run it through the hole until he reaches the very tip before quickly pulling out and repeating. It was a bit pleasing for Marry, but it was true bliss for John. “Oh, it’s soft and furry.” John mutters in a joy-filled daze as he plays with Marry’s ears and strokes her tail. “Really, just how long have you been eyeing my cat parts?” Marry giggled. “From the moment I saw you.” John giggled, as his urges were satisfied. “Can I ask one more favor?” Marry gave him a quizzical look. “Could you say ‘nya’ for me?” “Nya?” Marry repeated with a perplexed look. “Yes! Like that only make a pawing motion while you are at it!” John excitedly added to his demand. Marry was more than a little flustered. John expects her to make such an embarrassing performance? But with his smile full of anticipation, she can hardly turn him down. “N-nyaaa…” “Kawai-desu!” John excitedly shouts. “You have made me very happy!” “Y-you’re welcome.” Marry is taken aback by John’s enthusiasm but as he seemed satisfied with their actions for the day she cleared her throat to let him know it was her turn to be satisfied. “Well, I’ve let you touch mine so now it is my turn to touch yours.” “That’s a little.” John shirked back, he had been in this situation enough times to know exactly what she meant. He knew he was already in trouble but did not want to push his luck. However, John’s reluctance only activated Marry’s hunter instincts. “Fair is fair, right?” Marry asked as she gave a cat like grin. “Right!” Marry’s swishing tail, the responsive ears, and even her expression; they all caused John to slip on response. “I mean no!" Marry already had John right where she wanted him but she decided to toy with him a little. “Please, nya?” She asked with pleading kitty eyes. The eyes were too much for John. “Aww, kitty can have whatever she wants…” It was at this moment he realized he fucked up. “…Fuck.” With unrestrained desire Marry tacked him and began to draw he rough tongue across John’s cheek as she slowly undressed him. John tried to struggle… at first. But a fetish is a powerful thing and with a thought of ‘maybe just once’ he gave into temptation. Marry got to play with her new toy until she had her fill and John got to spend some extra time with a pussy. Marry and John enjoyed their time together but it could not last. John’s wives found out, as they always do. No one knows what horrible punishment was unleashed upon them. All that is known is Marry and John were never seen together again. |
| HMG Competition III: Warek & Catfish Vignette by tygertyger The warek stopped at the bank of the river that provided our water. She took a small bell from the pouch at her side and rang it three times. We waited for several minutes – me patiently, Kalimba not so much – before a familiar form surfaced. She swam to us and hauled herself up on shore. The new arrival knelt on her fish tail with her feline ears erect as she bowed to the warek. Her face was a mask of respect, but the twitching of her cat tail revealed her excitement. “Good day, Mistress Kalimba,” the catfish said, “How may I serve you?” “I will be assisting my sister with a great working,” Kalimba declared. “I will be gone for several days, possibly more than a week. I cannot trust that bi… that is, my neighbor Sambora to stay in her own territory if I leave my slave unguarded for so long. I charge you with guarding him, Selena. As per our agreement, he is yours to enjoy until I come to reclaim him.” “As you command, mistress,” Selena replied. She bowed again, and as she did she flashed a sultry glance in my direction. “I will keep him safe in my lair awaiting your return.” “See that you do, or face my wrath,” said the warek. She turned to me and gave me a passionate kiss – less out of affection than to remind Selena whose I was – before she departed. Selena slid back into the water and beckoned to me. I removed my clothes and folded them into the waterproof bag that Kalimba had made for me. Then I joined Selena in the water and took her hand. The catfish swam rapidly through the murky water, dodging obstacles that I couldn’t see, until we arrived at her home. The underwater dwelling looked like an oversized beaver lodge, but with all the comforts of a land-based home. Selena helped me inside and sealed the door. I hadn’t even had time to rub the water out of my eyes before she plastered herself against me and peppered my face with kisses. “Oh, Rick, it’s been so long!” “I know, my love, I know,” I said, “But I can’t just sneak out to see you whenever I want. Kalimba keeps too close an eye on me.” “Well, you’re mine now,” the catfish said, “At least for a few days.” She stripped off her top and threw it aside. Then she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. “I think they missed you,” she purred. “Well, then, let’s get reacquainted,” I said. I spent some quality time kneading her breasts before pushing them together and taking the nipples into my mouth. Selena gasped as I swirled my tongue around and between her nipples, and she started panting when I flicked my tongue across them. “I can’t wait any more,” she rasped, “I want you in me now!” I gave her nipples one last flick before I lowered her to the floor and straddled her scaly hips. Selena guided the tip of my harpoon to her opening with one hand and grasped my butt with the other. She moaned, “Ooooooh…” as she pulled my full length into her, and her hips rocked in time to my thrusts. In just a few strokes she was bucking and yelping in ecstasy, and the rhythmic squeezing of her velvet walls soon wrung a powerful orgasm out of me. We lay there on the floor for several minutes catching our breath before either of us could speak again. “That was quick,” I said, “You must’ve been really ready.” “Thirty-four days,” said Selena, “That’s how long it’s been since I had you last. You’re damn right I was ready.” “Thirty-four days? Really?” I reached up and stroked one of her ears as I whispered in the other. “I guess I owe you thirty-three more times, then.” I continued rubbing her ear and brought my other hand up to give its mate equal attention. Selena closed her eyes and sighed as she enjoyed my ministrations. “Thirty-three times is a lot of work to do in just a week,” she said. “I don’t have any pressing business for the next few days,” I said, “Do you?” Selena raised her eyelids to half-mast and leered. “It just so happens that I’m free for a few days.” “Excellent!” I kissed her and rolled us so that we were both on our sides. “Let’s make this one last a while, shall we?” “Whatever you want, my love,” said Selena. We kissed again, and then we took our time taking each other to the peak of pleasure and beyond. As much as I like having sex with my owner, nothing compares to making love to my wife. |
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| HMG Competition III: Uraeus & Baianai Vignette by tygertyger The hunting had been good today. Two strings of rabbits hung from the saddle horn as my wife guided the horse back to camp. The relaxing rhythm of the animal’s gait lulled me to daydreaming, and I fell into a reverie of Temulun and I rocking together in that cadence. My arms tightened around her, and she looked over her shoulder and smiled at me. “Soon, my husband,” she said. Even without that smile I would have sensed her eagerness matching my own; being joined with your lover soul-to-soul has its advantages. As we crossed into the thorn fence around the camp a shaggy gray form ran to meet us. I leaped out of the saddle and knelt to greet our faithful wolf. “Privyet, Sasha!” I said. I scratched her ears as I accepted a sloppy wolf kiss, “We brought you something.” I plucked one of the rabbits off the string and laid it between her paws. Sasha whined in gratitude and licked my face again. Temulun shook her head as she dismounted. “You spoil that animal,” she said, “Almost as much as you spoil the horse.” Her face showed disapproval, but through the soul link I could clearly read her affection – for me, and for the animals. I gave her my best Hollywood smile. “You’re next,” I said. My wife laughed – a sound I heard too rarely among her people – and pulled me to my feet. “What an overconfident man,” she cooed, “You think your merely human prowess can satisfy a baianai hunter?” “You’ll find my prowess more than enough, woman,” I replied, “I am the descendent of Cossacks. I can stay in the saddle all day… even a saddle as pretty as you.” Temulun laughed again. She took my hand and started off toward our yurt. “Come and prove it, then.” I could feel her rising excitement through our link, and it fed my own. Something at the back of my mind clamored for my attention, however. There was an eagerness as great as mine or Temulun’s, different yet also familiar. “I think there’s someone in our yurt,” I said. Temulun paused and reached forward with that strange sense that baianai possess. I shared a little of it through our bond, but she could sense far more than I could. A flash of annoyance crossed her features before her iron control reasserted itself. “You’re right, we have company,” she said. She didn’t release my hand, but I could feel her excitement turn into frustration as we approached our home. I stepped in front of my wife when we reached the yurt and held the door flap aside for her. She ducked inside, and I followed. When my eyes adjusted to the gloom I could see a massive figure seated next to the firepit. She sat on her snake’s coils with her wings folded demurely behind her. Her coffee-colored skin nearly blended into the shadows of the windowless dwelling, but her smile was a light unto itself. “Alexei! Temulun! I have been waiting for you!” She extended her arms to us and gazed expectantly. “Greetings, oath-sister,” said Temulun, “Your presence brings me joy. Too long have you been absent from our hearth-fire.” I rolled my eyes. “You diplomats and your rituals.” I walked over to the newcomer and stepped into her embrace. “Privyet, Suhaylah. I missed you, too.” I gave my other wife a passionate greeting kiss, which she returned with equal heat. “Not that I’m complaining, but we didn’t expect you for another month.” “The pharaoh wanted some amendments to the trade agreement,” the uraeus explained, “So she sent me early. I have already delivered the scrolls to the khan, and now I await her reply.” “That is well, then,” said Temulun. “Well, I’m sure that you would like some rest and refreshment after your long flight. I will prepare dinner while Alexei… helps you relax.” She started to leave the yurt with eyes downcast, but Suhaylah’s tail lashed out and wrapped around the baianai’s wrist. “Please do not go,” said the uraeus. There was a definite quaver in her voice when she added, “I think that I would… relax… better if you stayed.” Temulun looked up, and her eyes went wide. “But… the oath! We agreed that Alexei would be yours alone when you were in our camp. I might find it inconvenient at times, but I will be true to the oath!” Suhaylah sighed. “I know, but… the pharaoh and the khan are amending their agreement. Could we not amend ours?” “Why would you want to?” I asked. “You mamono are mostly a jealous bunch. No offense,” I quickly added when Temulun’s surprised look changed into a glare. “We Law Bringers are not,” said Suhaylah, “We are born to share, and we do not resent it.” She looked down shyly. “But… we three had a baianai wedding. I did not understand what that meant when I left two moons ago. But for all that time I have… felt you.” Tears shone in her eyes when she looked up. “Every time that you joined, I felt it. I felt your kisses on my lips. I felt your hands on each other as hands upon me. And when you brought each other to the summit of love, I climbed that peak with you. I understand now that whenever two of us make love, we all do. And I wonder,” here her breath caught, and her bosom heaved, “What would it be like if we all three made love?” Temulun and I looked at each other. “I wouldn’t mind finding out,” I said. My huntress’s answer was to start stripping off her clothes. Suhaylah and I followed suit. Once we were all naked I wrapped Temulun in my arms, and Suhaylah wrapped us both within her coils and her wings. That three-way embrace became a blur of sensation upon sensation. Every time I touched one of my wives I could feel it, and I could feel the other feeling it. Every texture, from silken skin to suede-like scales to velvety feathers, brought its own gift of pleasure with every caress. And when we reached our peaks – one after the other – we all peaked together. By the time we came down from the summits of love it was dark outside. “Bozhe moi,” I said, “That was amazing!” “Mmm-hmmm,” Temulun agreed, “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that.” “I know!” Suhaylah gushed. “I would have to invent all new words to describe how good that felt! In fact…” She extended herself across the room and grabbed a notebook and stylus from the clothes that still lay where she dropped them, “We should invent them together!” “You do that,” said Temulun as she disentangled herself from our warm ball of happiness. “In the meantime, I’m not letting all that rabbit go to waste, and we could all use something to regain our strength, anyway.” She threw her clothes on and went to the door. “Suhaylah, I’m sure that our husband will be happy to keep you company while I cook.” She ducked out the door flap before I could protest. I felt the baianai’s inward chuckle as she left. Leave it to Temulun to enjoy a threefold burst of pleasure and then leave me to handle all the pillow talk. I rolled over to find Suhaylah nose-to-nose with me with an expectant look on her face. I gave her a kiss and lay back with my hands behind my head. “So,” she said, “What’s a good word for a six-handed caress?” I sighed. There was no point in complaining – I knew when I married her that she loved to talk. |
| HMG Competition III: Tattooed Lady & Silvales Vignette by tygertyger I knelt in the sunroom with my tattooist’s tools arranged around me. My wife lay on a divan as I made her into a work of art. I refilled the needle and added another swirl of ink. It had taken me three days to finish the white, and three more to add the various shades of gray – and that was after the week I needed to mix and enchant the inks. Irezumi is a time-consuming magic, so it is fortunate that my kind are patient. Alas, the same could not be said of my beloved. “Sumiko…” she whined, “Are you done yet?” “Almost, Mimosa.” I was pleased that my voice held no trace of irritation. Silvales are not known for their patience, and they are renowned for their difficulty at sitting still. Fortunately, our time together had taught me to be accepting of her energy and taught her a measure of patience with my slower pace. The calming herbs in the tea I’d given her – and the stronger painkilling medicine I’d slathered on her hand – also helped her to keep still. She felt no pain as I completed her wedding tattoo. The back of my bride’s right hand was now a white glove with markings in three different grays. I finished the final touches just as the last rays of the setting sun faded away and left me working by lamplight. Mimosa stretched to work out the kinks from sitting still for so long. She paid particular attention to working the creases out of her wings. “Mmm, I had the nicest daydream,” she said. She favored me with a coy smile and added, “It was about you, of course.” “Of course.” I sealed up the inkpots and started cleaning the needles. “How do you like your tattoo?” Mimosa raised the decorated hand in front of her face and examined it. “I love it,” she said, “It’s like a fancy glove that I never have to take off.” She hugged me tight and said, “Speaking of taking things off…” She tugged meaningfully at my kimono. I gave her a stern look and finished putting my needles in order. “Mimosa, you know that we cannot do that until both tattoos are finished. It is bad luck for anyone but the artist and the canvas to see a wedding tattoo before it is complete.” The silvales pouted. “But it’s been two whole weeks! When will they be done?” “Yours is finished now,” I said. Mimosa clapped her hands with glee. “Finally! And yours? When do I get to see how scrumptious you look with your new mark?” I sighed. “Beloved, I told you that we could not rush my sister. She is an artist, and she works at her own pace.” “I know, I know,” said Mimosa, “But I really miss you. I need you, Sumiko. When can we make love again?” “Poor baby,” I said. The distraught look on her face was so cute that I had to put my kit down and hug her. I kissed her cheek and then whispered in her ear, “It was finished two days ago.” “Oh, you!” My wife batted at my shoulder, and my face broke into a grin. “That’s not nice, fooling me like that!” “You are the one who told me that I am too serious,” I retorted. “And torturing me is how you choose to listen? AAAAAGH!” She grabbed my hand and started dragging me into our bedroom. “You’re going to pay for that. All. Night. Long.” “I submit to my… punishment,” I said with mock solemnity. Mimosa smiled at me over her shoulder and led me to the tatami. She started undoing her kimono even before releasing my hand. She whipped the garment off with a flourish to show me that she had nothing on underneath. The silvales favored me with that cute nose-crinkling smile that she knew I liked so much and twirled with her wings raised just enough to flash her cute little bottom. Then she sat down cross-legged on the mat and fixed her gaze on me. An arched eyebrow was all she needed to tell me that I was overdressed. Now it was my turn to flirt. I untied my kimono with deliberate slowness and let it slip down to expose my shoulders. I dipped one shoulder toward my bride, just enough to show off my generous cleavage, and continued the motion to turn my back to her before dropping the kimono. The silk whispered sweet nothings as it slid down my body in a fabric caress. My First Mark was now in full view – a tree etched along my spine with a crown of leaves spreading like wings across my shoulder blades. The tattoo throbbed in time to my quickening pulse and gave off a soft green glow in anticipation of what was to come. The only other mark that Mimosa could see from that angle was the vine that spiraled up my right leg from ankle to hip. I crossed my arms so that each hand covered the opposite breast and completed the circle. Now my wife could see the other tattoos that adorned my body. The cat on my left foot, for stealth. The mantis on my sword arm, for speed. The rabbit that arced over my navel, for birthing. Finally I lowered her arms to my sides and let her see the gray-on-white pattern that covered my left breast. “Well,” I asked, “Do you like what you see?” The floral scent of her excitement, her lovesweat, told me that the answer was yes. Mimosa gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth. “Oh! It’s a half moon! It’s so beautiful!” She beckoned to me and said, “But why is it so far away?” I grinned and joined her on the tatami. She lay on her left side, I on my right, with one wing under us and the other behind her. We wrapped our arms around each other and fell into a deep kiss. We stayed like that for a time, exploring each other with lips and fingertips, until she brought up her tattooed hand and cupped my breast. The release of the magic – which I of course had planned all along – wrung another gasp from her. “It glows! A full moon right here in my hand! Oh, that’s so wonderful!” “As you are wonderful to me,” I intoned, “When you came into my life you brought me joy and freed me from my loneliness. The least that I can do is give you the moon.” “This is the best present ever,” Mimosa said. She snuggled under my chin and kissed my throat. “I love you, Sumiko.” I kissed the top of her head. “I love you too, Mimosa.” I tilted her chin up so that I could kiss her mouth. “The light will continue as long as you keep your hand there. Shall we see how long we can keep the moon in the sky?” The silvales grinned slyly. “Oh, yes, let’s!” And for the first of many nights in our marriage, the moon stayed up all night. |
| HMG Competition III: Calavera & Spriggan Vignette by tygertyger It was nearly midnight by the time my wife and I neared home. We would have reached our village hours ago if not for only being able to travel at night… but that’s my own fault for traveling with a spriggan. I glanced over at Acacia and smiled. She was lovely in the light of the full moon, doubly so for being in her habitual state of (un)dress. She pretended not to notice me taking in her luscious curves and the almost musical way that she walked, but I could see the subtle smirk on her face. “Are you sure we have to wait until we get home?” I asked. “We don’t have to wait,” Acacia answered, “but I’d prefer not to have some bandit take our packs while we’re… not looking.” She twined her fingers in mine and gave me an apologetic smile. “I’m eager, too, David, but it really isn’t safe out here.” “I know, I know.” I stopped suddenly and pulled Acacia back a step. “Wait… do you hear something?” The spriggan cocked her head and listened for a moment. “It sounds like music.” “Musical bandits? That’s a new one,” I said. “I don’t think it’s bandits, though I can’t rule it out,” Acacia said. “More likely a traveling player busking for coin.” “Wouldn’t that work better during the day?” My wife shook her head. “Not necessarily. There are plenty of mamono who are active at night… as you well know.” “Fair point,” I replied. “So what do we do?” Acacia thought for a moment before answering. “Well, this road is the most direct route home. Going around the crossroads will add hours to our trip. Besides, there is probably no danger.” I arched an eyebrow. “And if there is danger?” Acacia returned my expression with interest. “If there is, how fortunate for you that you are with someone who projects an aura of peace.” I grinned and snuggled up to her. “You’re right, I’m a very lucky man.” I transferred my grip from her hand to the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss. My other hand trailed up her hip and swirled across the small of her back. When we came up for air the light from her glow-flower flickered in time with her rapid pulse. “Keep that up and you’re going to get our packs stolen,” she said. “We’d better hurry home, then,” I declared. We disengaged, with obvious reluctance on both our parts, and resumed our trip. We could hear the music clearly as we neared the crossroads. The musician – a violinist – was quite skillful. She played a ballad I wasn’t familiar with, but somehow I could feel loneliness wafting through the air with the music. Acacia looked over at me and asked, “David, are you crying?” “Just got something in my eye,” I said as I unsuccessfully blinked back tears. “You humans,” said my wife, “no resistance to even minor enchantments.” She brushed a tear from the corner of my eye with her delicate fingertips. “Yeah, it’s a shame we can’t shake it off like you mamono can,” I said as I wiped tears from her eyes. “It’s not an enchantment,” said the musician, “I’m just that good.” She lowered the violin and slinked toward us. The black satin gown and matching slippers were in striking contrast to her pale skin. Her hair was the same lightless color as the dress and was tied up on her head in thick braids. Her most prominent features were her deep black eye sockets, maroon lips, and vine-like patterns that twined on her face and arms. “Good evening, travelers. My name is Violetta.” “Good evening to you, pilgrim,” said the spriggan, “I am Acacia, and this is my husband David.” The corners of Violetta’s mouth quirked upward; of course my wife would stake her claim right away. “We are surprised to see you here. We were unaware that there were any calaveras in the area.” “I am newly arrived,” said Violetta. “This seemed like a good way to meet my new neighbors.” Especially the male ones, I thought, I know I would’ve walked right into that music. “So, how long will you be staying?” I asked. “I hope to make a home here,” Violetta answered. “Preferably not alone, though.” “There are some unattached men in the village,” Acacia declared. I couldn’t help but notice the subtle emphasis, and I doubt that Violetta missed it, but the calavera didn’t react visibly. “And with the way you play, I’m sure that you’ll have no trouble meeting them.” “You are too kind,” the calavera said. She gave us a sly smile and added, “In fact, I have composed a new song that I want to play for… someone special. Would you mind listening to it and telling me what you think?” “We would be honored,” I said. Acacia nodded in agreement. Violetta bowed and raised her instrument to her chin. She started to touch the bow to the strings, but paused and said, “And while I am very good, I should warn you that this one is an enchantment.” And with that, she began to play. The music began on a long, low note that reminded me of Acacia’s moaning when we made love. Violetta then launched into a fierce rhythm that put me in mind of fire and passion. I recognized the song as a tango. Acacia and I managed to remain still for the first few measures, but we were swaying in time with the music before the end of the first verse. When the second verse started, something inspired me to take my wife by the hand and waist and twirl her into a dance. “Oh, I was hoping you would do that!” she said with a giggle. We moved perfectly with each other, our feet gliding smoothly or stamping powerfully as the music demanded, and our hips wiggled and rolled as if we were in the throes of another kind of dance. I wanted to kiss her, I wanted to hurl her to the ground and ravish her, but instead of acting on those impulses I took that energy and put it into the dance. We danced from one side of the crossroads to the other and back again. Over and over, stepping and twirling and leaping, and Violetta danced alongside us. We moved together as if there wasn’t a layer of cloth and a finger’s width of air between us, and every twitch of my hips toward her affected us both as if I was thrusting into her. The rhythm built, going ever faster, until it culminated in a series of notes that exploded like another kind of climax. The dance left Acacia and me leaning against each other panting, and her flower shone with true afterglow. When we had breath to speak again I said, “I didn’t know you knew how to tango.” I chuckled and added, “Come to think of it, I didn’t know I knew how to tango.” “If the passion is there it doesn’t matter if there is little skill. The music can provide,” said Violetta. “And I see that there is no lack of passion between you two.” “Not after that dance,” said Acacia. My wife shot me a look that was both lascivious and questioning, and knowing her nature I nodded my assent. “Tell me, Violetta, do you have someplace to stay? It just so happens that our home has plenty of room. You are more than welcome to come… dance… with us.” “Thank you, your offer is most generous,” Violetta answered, “But I must find my own partner.” She gestured with the bow toward the bulge in my pants. “The music will stay with you for a few hours more. I suggest that you hurry home and take advantage of it.” “Thank you, we will,” I replied, “And may you find a man worthy of your talents.” The calavera smirked. “I never said it was a man I was trying to find.” “Oh,” I said, “in that case…” She held up her hand. “I never said it wasn’t, either.” She raised her violin and began to play softly. “Good night, my friends.” Then she slipped into the shadows and was gone, with only the music to remind us that she had been there. Acacia shook her head and said, “Who was that masked woman?” “I don’t know,” I said as I patted the front of my trousers, “but she left this silver bullet.” We had a good laugh at that, and then I extended my hand to my wife. “Well, shall we dance?” “I thought you’d never ask,” said Acacia. We resumed our journey hand-in-hand with the calavera’s song still ringing in our ears. |
MetallumOperaturMar 16, 2017 2:20 PM
| A Simple Life by Aspicientis A simple life Afternoons... A time for rest and peace. It was with this that we start this tale of a simple man and his simple life. His name was Henry and he was, what you would call, shy and timid. Most of his actions were limited to a set of predetermined ideas and plans he had put together during the early years of his life. Back in his hay day you could have called him a hardy working man, full of pride and enthusiasm but with old age and time quickly catching him, he was but a shadow of his former self. At the age of fifty five while he was working in a small town an accident rendered his foot and part of his leg almost useless. Therefore, this great man was forced to hire an assistant or "maid" as he called her into his home. How luck smiled on him that day when that young woman walked through his doors, her name was Kathy and she was, of course, a Kikimora. Her long black hair and soft, glowing red eyes charmed almost any man she saw but, as luck would have it, this girl wanted nothing of love. Seeing his maid for the first time, Henry introduced himself and showed her the house, providing her with a very detailed explanation of every little detail. Henry loved the little things and that was something that immediately drew her to him, his passion. From that day on Kathy took care of the cleaning, cooking and maintaining her master, taking care of him and his basic needs. On occasion he would decide to take a light stroll out into the yard and watch the wind blow the flowers across the valley. Kathy usually joined him, sitting next to him and gazing out. "Tell me Kathy..." Henry asked one day. "Yes master?" "Do you like working for me?" She instant turned away and blushed. "I... I do..." "Even if I can't pay you sometimes?" Despite Henry having a very nice house there were occasions when he could simply not find work, forcing Kathy to wait up to a month to get paid the small amount of gold she did receive. "Yes... Master, I love helping you whenever I can and however I can, despite not receiving payment." Her words never sounded truer than that and for the first time, Henry felt loved. For the rest of the afternoon he decided to lie next to her and enjoy the moment. From that day onward he began to spend more time with her, learning more about each other as they grew closer. Their relationship slowly started to become something more, something the both of them were willing to accept. Her heart had a tendency to beat quickly when he was around but... She also started to feel a fire rise up with her body at times. The maid knew she wanted more then what he was ready for so she held it in, only breaking down once or twice to pleasure herself in every way she could imagine. This went on for several more months until Henry began to have trouble with his bad leg again. Another result from the accident was a feeling of constant pain in Henry's foot so, to ease his pain, Kathy decided to contact a local doctor in town and see what he could do. Doctor Nimez, as he was called, happened to be close by and answered her letter to visit. Today was on of Henry's work days so she found herself along in the house when the doctor arrived. Hearing a few knocks against the rough oak door, Kathy quickly opened it and looked to the man before her. He was a rather short man with fading brown hair and hard grey eyes; his mustache was slightly curved as if he stroked it often. Behind him stood a rather plain green woman much taller than him with short purple hair and bright lime green eyes, an ogre. "Greetings, I am Doctor Nimez. You set for me young lady?" "Yes I did, please come in." Opening the door, she led her guests into the open dining room and allowed them to sit. "Would you both like some tea?" Kathy's smile was another feature that stole men's hearts. "Why yes, that would be delightful." With that, the maid slipped into the kitchen and prepared the tea. Having a perfect view of the maid, Nimez was quick to lick his lips and watch as she moved around, swaying her hips carelessly as she usually did. His assistant, the ogre, stayed silent and turned her head away, too filled with disgust at his vulgar actions. After she finished brewing her blend, Kathy brought it in for the guests to enjoy fully. The doctor was the first to take a sip, savoring its taste in his mouth before swallowing it whole. "This is quite delicious." He commented, setting his cup down and giving her a warm, yet eerie, smile. "Oh... Thank you..." Kathy was never one to be praised so, naturally, she could not handle it. Nimez noticed this and planned to use it to his advantage. "Now, my dear, what did you need?" "My master..." She had difficulty finding words to describe it. "He is... Having trouble with his foot and the pain it is causing..." "Ah... I see..." He scratched his head then opened up his bag and searched through it. "Ah here we are." The doctor pulled out a small vial of dark purple liquid and put it on the table. "What... What is it?" "That is a mixture of mermaid's blood and dryad's sap, I call it "Little Miracle"." "I see... How much do you want for it...?" Kathy didn't have much money and she feared that the few gold coins she did possess would not be enough for her to purchase the medicine. "It usually sells for over a 1000 gold but..." A sharp grin covered his face. "I'm sure we can work something out..." Instantly he could feel his feet rubbing against her leg, gesturing to her something truly evil. "I... I can't do that..." Her face was red, quickly turning away from him. "Come now, don't you want your master to feel better? Don't you want him to walk around more?" "I do but... I... I cannot..." The girl was completely distraught, unsure of what she was to do. The idea of touching anyone but her master was completely unspeakable but she also wished to heal her master of his pain. The fire her was slowly rising, begging her for any release. "Suit yourself..." He rose to leave but her hand quickly tugged at his shirt. "Hmmm?" "Please..." Soft tears formed in her eyes. "Please just heal him, I'll do anything!" Nimez couldn't help but grin, handing her the vial. "Then we have a deal." He looked around the room. "Is there somewhere else were we can do this privately?" Kathy could only silent nod and stand up, leading him to the spare room upstairs. "Ba, sit in the front room and wait for me." The ogre silently stood up, completely disgusted with what was transpiring and walked into the main room. The maid led the doctor up the stairs and they slipped into the spare room quickly, locking it from the inside. "Now..." He began, undressing himself. "Shall we begin?" NSFW Kathy found herself laying on the bed, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. Nimez simply smiled in complete satisfaction and unlocked the door, walking out into the hall. "That was quite fun, I expect to hear if anything develops over the next few months~" Hear this made the maid resume her crying more, clutching the bottle tightly. It was a few hours later that Henry finally got back home, holding flowers and a small box filled with soft candy. Kathy smiled gently and took them, smelling the fresh scent they carried. "I've prepared dinner." She informed him. "Please go help yourself while I put these flowers in a lovely vase." "Ah I'm starving~" He quickly made his way into the kitchen and began eating her delicious cooked beef, a specialty of hers. Kathy just stood there holding the flowers, more tears flowing down her soft cheeks. "I'm so sorry darling..." Without another word, she placed the flowers in the urn and joined her master, knowing that a change was beginning in her that would destroy this simple life. (I feel like I should apologize if I didn't really make this story very clear... This was my first time writing this sort of thing. ^^;) |
MetallumOperaturMar 16, 2017 2:20 PM
| Everyday Battles by Chimechu Everyday Battles It was a matter of life and death, just like every time. Naturally, I was used to it, but it always seemed to become a struggle no matter what I did, so I readied myself mentally for what was to come. Martial arts have been portrayed in different ways, in different mediums, and it often comes back to a concept of focus. If you’re focused enough, you can break five layers of brick with your pinky-finger, high-jump kick through walls and stuff like that. Well this was no different. I was facing one of my most mortal enemies - again - and I would have to conjure up all my strength and all the tricks I’d learned over the years in order to beat it. I began the preparation ritual by closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths, focusing on the motion of my chest, the feeling of my lungs filling up with air. After a couple of breaths I fixed my gaze on the least conspicuous object in the vicinity; It was very important not to let the mind wander. Many a man had let his mind slip in a moment of carelessness, leading to a most crushing defeat. I had not gotten this far only to fail like that. The battle was by far the most difficult part. Few people managed to pull it off flawlessly; some lost so badly they became reluctant to ever try again. It was an integral part of life for all of us, even though no one ever talked about it. The subject was kind of taboo, and no one with a warrior for a wife or husband would ever admit to doing it. I suppose the kinder varieties of monster girls would be more understanding, but most of us were found by more violent ones. If any of them really found out, we would become pariahs. Such as it were, I had never told my salamander wife Sally what was going on, and she had not the faintest idea even though the consequences of my actions often vexed her. I eased myself into combat position, an expression of grim determination on my face. I was going to do this, and I was going to do it damn good. I was going to be the envy of gods. The fight started out, as always, by carefully probing the battlefield. Was my opponent going to resort to attrition warfare, would he rush me all at once or turtle up? After a moment I came to the conclusion that it would be a very standard battle. These would be dangerous in their own, because you never knew if the opponent was hiding some trick up his sleeve. Once the tactics were chosen the war of wills began. It was an intense war, with both sides doing their best to kill off their enemy in the most gruesome way possible. There were no morals in this, no grey-zone. It was kill or be killed. This time, I was a god. I was indestructible, invincible. Above all, I would kill that little shit who dared oppose me. My trusty axe was bloodied from the countless fools I’d killed over the year, and I smiled wickedly as I stared him down. We started circling each other slowly, looking for any kind of opening. I took a swing at him, but he successfully dodged and a second later the pommel of his sword cracked my jaw. I was staggered and barely managed to avoid a swing meant to take off my hand. He came at me again, but this time I was ready. Or so I thought. He swung high and I blocked with ease, not noticing the dagger he slipped out of his sleeve. Before I knew what happened, it was buried in my side. I looked at him, surprised, and he grinned at me, the way you do when you know you’ve won. Shocked, I did nothing as he raised his sword to deal a final blow, but he hesitated. A distraction. Something tugging at my conscience, affecting us both. Someone was asking for something. It was barely audible, as if far, far away, but it was all I needed. I snapped out of stupor, manhandled my enemy into submission and broke his arm before he could recover. He cried out and crumpled onto the floor. I grabbed my axe again and prepared to finish him, wincing at the pain caused by the dagger. As I bore my weapon down on him, blood splattered everywhere and the tension gave way to a profound sense of relief. I had won. A moment later, having recovered from the thrill of battle, I proceeded with the cleansing ritual. As was customary, one would thoroughly wipe oneself clean of any distasteful remnants of the battle using moist towels. Some proposed dry towels, but most found them to be slightly irritating to the skin in the long run. I carefully wiped my blood-splattered face clean and finished with my hands. Satisfied with the results, I flushed the toilet. Sally was waiting for me outside with a less than happy look on her face. "You take too fucking long in there." I shrugged and went off to another day of hard work saving the world, a smile of satisfaction on my lips. |
| Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki by MoniStar Short Story: Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki The old dojo, standing atop the hill at the center of town, lined with cherry blossoms had echoed the sounds of a fierce spar inside. In a town of about 100 Men and Mamano, where everyone knew each other personally everyone knew of the two inside... and of the probable ending to the battle "Men!" Ow! "Men!!" OW! "Men!" "OW!!! KNOCK IT OFF WITH THE HEAD SHOTS!" The repeated strikes to the head gave me a head ache akin to the Notre Dame's bells ringing in my head. I had ripped off the helmet before I could go deaf due to the abuse. The sun was shining in the dojo, the floor was polished and smelled of rose wood and the whole room was empty aside from me, my eternal rival and our mutual master. My black hair was sweaty and sticking to my face as the heat from all of the kendo gear made it hotter than the sun. My rival in turn let out a snort before removing her own helmet. Her amber hair fluttered in the air and her light green ears whisked away the sweat as her ears peaked from her hair "Ah~ Looks like I win again chris-kun~" I left out a mumble before the sound of a shini being smacked on the polished wood caused a shiver to travel down my spine. "Chris! You know the rules of Kendo... Bow to your opponent" I didn't dare challenging her wrath and I did as she commanded. I turned to the lizard girl and bowed. She did the same and we both stayed there, parallel to the ground until we heard the wooden sword smack the ground again. I rose first and headed over to the pile of backs and water bottles in the corner. I needed out of this hot armor and I needed it off now else i'll become char broiled human. "Come on~ You can't be made at your adorable childhood friend" She walked behind me, her hands behind her arms. Even if she was wearing protective pads you could tell they weren't the same as a humans. My childhood friend skipped ahead and sat next to her green bag, waving her green tail with the air of confidence she was entitled too. "Yeah yeah Gwen, I can never be mad at you... the girl who has constantly achieved getting on my last nerve time and time again and somehow has managed to beat me at any and every competition we do." I reached my bag and untied the strings holding the chest piece together. With it off it gave me the opportunity to allow the sleeves of the gi we wore to roll off me and hang off my sides. I sat next to the bags and took the chilled water bottle and squeezed its cold delicious contents down my throat. The heat stroke that rolled through town was killing everyone to the point where even the police told people to not stay outside for too long. In the corner of my eye I saw Gwen doing the same, only instead of a sleeveless black undershirt like I wore she just wore a simple red sports bra. Her large breast pressed against the thin fabric and her sweat had made the fabric close to see through. My eyes wondered for too long as she noticed me stare and made her classic suggestive pose with her arm under her mounds and pushing up. It was already hot but her teasing made my face warm with embarrassment. Though it wasn't for two more seconds until a shini came crashing towards my skull. I had experienced it many times before and I had leaned back enough that I was able to dodge it slightly. "You need to stop being so perverted and start working harder, else you will never beat Gwen" I looked up and into the master's eyes. She was a young Anubis, her features akin to a young adult even if she was years and years older than both Gwen and I combined. I grumbled at the mention of beating Gwen, a definite sore spot for me. The master knew about this and let out a sigh before taking her black paw and messing with my hair "You both are my precious students but we need to train to win the next competition. I cannot stand our rivals and that bitch of a wvyern leading them. It's bad enough we share a husband but she must always rub it in about her students... A thief is what she is. She stole part of my husband's heart and she stole my students leaving you two" A story we have heard hundreds of time over and over again but she was right. We had the biggest and better dojo between the two even though only three of us used it. My eyes scanned through the old dojo. It was around forever, when I was a kid and when Gwen and I first started. Old photos of our master and her rival with their master, a stereotypical old man with a very long beard. Next to that photo was one of a newer time. A young boy with black hair and a young lizardman both holding trophies... the lizard girl holding a bigger trophy and her expression of joy showed she was the victory while the boy had a look of disappointment. I hated that photo. We cleaned the dojo as usual and we packed up. Sensei had began cleaning some of the equipment while Gwen and I prepared to go home. She was both my rival in everything and also my childhood friend, almost as if we were in an anime. We walked down the hill to the main market of town. Mamano and humans alike walking around, hand in hand, bartering and chit chatting. To think that there used to be a time where humans couldn't stand monster girls seemed outrageous. I was shaken out of my stupor when I heard my name being called. I looked and it was the old lady running the bakery. She had waved us over and we followed. "Ara, you two are always together its almost as if you are dating" My face turned red as I looked away while I could tell Gwen was smiling from ear to ear. She loved teasing me and when others feed her material like this, she had a freaking field day "Oh come on Baba... You know we aren't" I bashfully replied, causing the old lady to chuckle. "You two may not now, but you definitely will..." Suddenly she disappeared under her counter and instantly a large witch hat popped up. Following the hat was a small face with blonde hair and dark blue eyes "You could say i have seen your future" The witch winked as she laughed. I just turned and started walking "Haha! Thanks baba-chan" I heard Gwen say as we walked past. The old witch waved at us as we exited the outdoor market gates and Gwen waved back while I just lightly waved without turning. Our houses were next to each other and just like in the past I walked her to her gate. She waved at me and I just waved back like before. I was definitely sore about losing for the umpteenth time. I heard my mom say welcome back and I responding in suit but I wasn't in the mood. I made a bee line for the bath room and after stripping out of my pants and shirt I sat in the warm water. "Ah.... this is good" the water enveloped me and relaxed me. I felt the weight of the world lift off my shoulders and all my stress disappear. I buried my face up to my nose under the water and let out a bubble or two as I thought. I always thought best when wet, whether it was swimming or in a shower. The dojo It was extremely important. It was like a part of my life. I had been there forever, Sensei being like a second mother to me and it was where I realized my passion for kendo. I had heard stories of my great great great grandpa being a famous hero who challenged the demon lord and even succeeded in uniting the lands through marrying the demon lord but that was all a fable.. I think. I needed to be stronger but it felt like i was always in the shadow of Gwen. I was always second best to her at everything, at school, at PE, at eating contests to stupid foot races when we were kids. Just thinking about it made me angry. She was perfect at everything, she had looks, smarts, speed, power, and I was just.... me. "Chris, Can you deliver this to the neighbors. I heard Gwen's mom was out of town and her dad is... well, less than capable of cooking" My mom had handed me a large bowl of food. Aside from not only the rest of the town but even our parents were shipping the two of us. "Why can't Nee-chan do it" i pointed to the black haired girl lounging on the couch with a beer in her hand and a pocky stick in her mouth "Because I asked you, now go" My mom was always kind but she had a very very very short fuse and I rather not fight her tonight, not a night before the big match for the dojo. Ugh I grabbed the bowl and started heading towards the door. I exited the gate and headed next door. Since our families were such good friends I had a spare key to their house and I entered "i'm entering" I mumbled before I heard people talking "I'm here to delive...." I was cut short by the noise of the conversation. "I think she should sign with my dojo rather than that old Anubis. She has a future with us and can even make it to the world championships. She needs the right training, the kind she isn't recieving from an old dog and that loser boy." I peaked the corner, staying close to the shadows of the hall and I saw an elderly yet young looking dragon, her hands were wings and her smile was devilish. Adjacent to her was Gwen and her father. Gwen's dad was fixing his glasses while listening to the wyvern's sales pitch while Gwen was staring down at the table. I had never seen her looking like this "I agree with her Gwen, but what do you want" Her old man agreed, everyone was right. She was great at everything and she could go far... if anything I was holding her back being a loser.... I hated it "He's right..." The three looked up, Gwen and her Father looking startled while the wyvern only looked at me out of the corner of her eye, her smile transitioning into a frown for a moment "Everyone believes in you, everyone has high expectations of you... everyone has put you in the spotlight and a loser like me, who has been in your shadow is only holding you back." I felt angry saying this. It felt like I was finally snapping and i was.... taking it out on her... I dropped the bowl on their table and stormed out. The whole time Gwen was looking away from me... only she looked.... Sad The next day was horrible. We learned that Gwen was changing dojos and that the battle would be between me and her. Sensei was less than pleased, in fact she was down right furious at not only Gwen leaving but my reaction to it. I guess news travels fast Sensei dismissed me with out even any kind of sparring. The walk back was... quiet. No one stopped me to say hi... No one looking like they cared. It's like without Gwen I was a shadow.. I was worthless and I hated it. As soon as I got home I went upstairs and laid face first in my bed. I didn't bother turning on the lights. I just wanted to be alone and alone I was. I was finally alone, by myself... "i hate this..." "me too" My eyes shot up and I saw her in my window sill. Gwen had hoped the short distance between my room and hers and was sitting there. Her face was saddened and her eyes looked scared if anything. "wh... what do you want?" That wasn't what I wanted to say but that was what came out. It felt like bile coming out at how I was acting... maybe it was the heats fault. "I wanted to talk to you Chris... I wanted to tell you... that you were wrong." My ears perked up and I sat up. I couldn't leave her out there so I invited her in. She looked like her tail was caught between her legs but she still stood tall. She sat down on my bed and I took a seat in my chair on my desk. "When you said that yesterday.... I hated it... I never once thought of you as a loser. You were my precious friend and... and... When we were kids were did everything together and we were inseparable but then you started to go away... It felt like I was losing my friend and I didn't want that. So I did everything to keep you close. I tried so hard for one thing..." I didn't want to hear this... not at all but I sat there but I couldn't sit down any longer when I saw tears running from her eyes "I just wanted to hear you say..." I didn't want to hear this... because I was making her cry. I jumped up and hugged her, placing her head on my shoulder and I held her. Her body was small... her hair smelled like strawberries and for once I noticed how fragile she looked. I had never noticed it... I had never noticed my true feelings. I wasn't upset that she was better... "I was afraid that I would lose you" I felt her hands wrap back around me and we hugged on my bed. I had said it... I had finally said it "I didn't want to lose you, but I kept taking out these horrible feelings on you... I don't want you to leave the dojo... I don't want you to leave me... because... I..." "I love you Chris" She said the words before I could get them out. I pulled away to see her face but I couldn't. The moment I moved away she closed the distance and instead kissed me my first kiss was taken by her but I didn't protest. Her lips were sweet and I didn't want to stop this. I embraced her closer. My tongue invaded her mouth and began wrestling with hers, only the need for oxygen keeping us from continuing our kissing but once we had filled our lungs we went back to passioning lip locking. "I love you Gwen" The bright lights of the dojo made it hot. My opponent stood before me, panting just the same as I was. Her crest of the wyvern dojo moving with the rhythmic breathing of her breasts as she was tired... she was vulnerable... For once I had the chance to beat Gwen "Tomorrow, we will fight... and I will beat you and make sure you never leave me." "I will not go easy on you Chris... and if I win you must always be by my side, never in my shadow" I took a step forward. She took a step forward. I gripped my sword tighter as the distance between us closed. She raised her sword above her head and I did the same but one thing i was different... I was faster "MEN!" |
| Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki II by MoniStar Short Story: Men, Kote, Do, Tsuki Second Story "AGAIN!" Master's bark was just as fierce as her bite as she shouted out, war torn shinai clutched in her black paws. What was a normal Egyptian themed garb to show off her Egyptian heritage as an Anubis was replaced with a black and white long gi with protective chest plate. She was easily swatting away every swing I had with only a flick of her wrist. "How you made it to the finals with swings weaker than a slime's punch still amuse me. But if you want to beat that stupid Wyvern's punk you better put more power into your swing. AGAIN!" I switched stances from jodan to waki, a move master thought was amusing from the raised eyebrow she gave me. She knew that I knew that waki was my least powerful stance but I only had one shot at the move I've been working on. I charged her, moving quickly as she raised her shinai above her head "Me..." "DO!" With a quick horizontal slash, my shinai caught her in the side and knocked the wind out of her, the shock of losing washing over her face as her previous smug smile was replaced by shock then pain in a matter of seconds. "I win this time master." I couldn't help by replicate her smug look as she took a minute to catch her breath "One win and you think you are the best huh?" She smiled wickedly but before I knew what was going on, her long black tail grabbed my ankle and pulled, resulting in my weight betraying me and knocking me on my ass. "Cheat!" We both laughed as practice was coming to a close. The same old dojo felt empty since it was just me and master but this was probably the best way to get stronger and better, especially since the town's 5 master tournament was going on. The 5 Master Tournament, based upon the stories of the five heroes who defeated the demon lord and lead the age of understanding and unity between mamano and human. The tournament lasted three weeks between the five martial arts schools in town. Since our dojo only taught kendo we only have to participate in one event and since i am the only student since Gwen left I am the only one training. It's been 2 weeks since the tournament started and I've somehow won every match except for two, the semi-final round and the championship match to win the trophy. It's been a while since our dojo won the championship, the last time was when master was a student herself. Now it's my time to bring the trophy home. *** "MEN!" "KOTE!" The crowd went silent for only the briefest of seconds and that second lasted like an eternity. With one quick strike, I blocked the falling shinai of my opponent's and disarmed her by striking perfectly at her tiger hand, the Jinko girl's look of pain and shock showing through her helmet The referee blew his whistle and called the match a victory due to dropping of opponents weapon "That's the hit! Victory goes to the Sora Dojo and the Doctor of Death!" The siren screamed in her mic and the crowd erupted in cheer. I hated that nickname I got in the tournament due to my constant victories by near surgical strikes but it was definitely better than the nicknames I got in middle school. I turned to the tiger girl as she removed her helmet, revealing an over tanned face and pink hair with black stripes ever hair dye couldn't cover due to her Jinko blood. "I can't believe I couldn't beat a small human from a dojo of one person." She huffed loud enough for me to hear. "I can hear you." I responded with what can be best described as an 'in-between smile'. "Yeah I know~" Ugh We both bowed to each other and went to our separate corners. Most schools had trainers, masters, fellow students and families in their corner but for me it was only my mother and my master, my father was away for business. "Good job Chris, that was a very well timed strike." The traditional gi was replaced again by a suit and blouse that was opened so much Master's chest was nearly popping out that one bad shoulder movement would have given everyone a free show. "Thank you Master." I bowed and when I rose my mother was already in hugging distance with a water bottle "That's my boy!" She hugged her and messed with my sweaty hair as the proud parent she was didn't care the place nor time. "I must say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree now does it Teresa?" Master winked before grabbing her notes and clipboard. "It does not, looks like my family still is the best around for Kendo." We turned and started to walk towards the hallway out of the main floor of the arena as my journey towards kendo gold was continuing. As we passed the entrance to the lobby I felt something... sinister. In front of us was a team of red and black garbed group of humans and mamano, their formation revealed a center figure wearing a hoodie over his face but I could see that sharp toothed smile from a mile away. Next to the boy was a you wyvern, also wearing a suit but with glasses and a red scarf. "Sora." The Wyvern said as she stared through me and at my master "Akuma." My master responded the same. The animosity from both mamano was thick enough that even the sharpest blade couldn't cut it. Then I felt it, the feeling of what it is like being hunted, like I was a helpless gazelle and could only watch as a lion moved closer for the kill but wouldn't, it didn't want to spoil the hunt. No. This wasn't a hunt, it was a showing, it was toying with its prey, watching it suffer and finding joy in the pain it's inflicting, hurting but not killing. I shock from my stupor and saw the source of the killing intent much closer and the hooded figure removed his outer jacket, revealing a tuff of jet black hair and crimson eyes. "Good job on winning, Chris-kun~ I can't wait to sink my teeth into you." The boy said, his smile as wide as his face and his intent all clear. Onodera Genji, the rising star of the Akuma Dojo and one of the dirtiest Kendo practitioners ever. His sadistic nature has broken many bones and nearly killed one poor Vampire girl as his shinai jammed into the girl's helmet and nearly broken her fangs. He was the last person I wanted to face, but his semi final match was up. With one last look between masters and students, the Akuma dojo walked past as they had a semi final match to face. I finally let out a sigh as the tension was finally passed but quickly felt something as two scaled hands wrapped around my waist and something incredibly soft pressed against my sweaty back. "Ew, why are you so sweaty Chris?" As i knew who was mysteriously hug attacking me from behind. "Because I just had a match and won against one of my hardest opponents." I turned to see the bright amber ponytail and emerald green eyes of my girlfriend Gwen standing there. "But no one will ever beat my record of wins against you~" She winked before closing her eyes and puckering her lips. I was about to give her what she wanted but the smug stares of my master and mother killed the mood faster than the thought of a person's grandmother naked would kill an erection. I knew i wouldn't hear the end of it if I didn't kiss the lizard-girl but i also wouldn't hear the end of it if I did kiss her so I took the high road and kissed her on the forehead, knowing i'll make it up later. The kiss she received resulted in her frowning for a moment but that was quickly replaced by a smile that would turn any grey day sunny instantly. "Good job on winning your match Chris. You looked cool but you did make a few mistakes." My girlfriend loved complimenting my fighting then instantly diffusing it by criticizing me. "Wow, you took what I was going to say and stole my thunder." My master said as she put her paw on my shoulder, smiling at her formal pupil. "How is everything going?" She looked down and I followed. Gwen was dressed in a sweat suit of black with red trimming and white undershirt, something that still couldn't hid her hourglass figure. But something else was there, under her arms were two metal crutches and on her left ankle was a big white cast. "It's fine, it was my own fault for slipping. But it's good cause if I was still in the tournament I would have wiped the floor with Chris long ago." "Suure" I rolled my eyes as my girlfriend winked. "I have to go, now.. the match should be startin...." But before Gwen could finish the crowd boomed. Our attention pooled towards the main stage as one figure was standing over the crumbled body of a boy clutching his wrist, writhing in pain, a shinai broken in half next to him. "Th..this is unheard of! The referee called the match after 12 seconds due to injury. Victory to the Akuma dojo and Onodera 'oni' Genji!" My jaw dropped. The hairs of the back of my neck stood on edge. 12 seconds. He broke that boy and cleaved through pure bamboo in half. The figure's head turned and I looked in horror as two bright red eyes stared at me. You. Are. Next. I could only help but gulp as soon people gathered around, yet those red eyes still remained burned into my mind. "Twelve seconds! That's unheard of!" My master shouted, her grip on my shoulder tightened. I looked at Gwen and saw a look of sorrow and confusion on her face. She looked down for a second then looked at me. "Sorry, I have to go now. I'll see you later Chris, bye." I couldn't say anything, i could only nod in response as my mother and master said bye. *** For the rest of the day I was stuck watching film of all of Onodera's past fights, each more brutal than the last. His strikes were powerful and controlled. He wasn't fighting people, he was breaking them. Every time he finished a match I saw those red eyes stare at his newest victim, almost as if he was mentally taking a picture of the newest body we destroyed. 6 matches, 6 victories, every victory followed by an injury of his victim. And he was my next match in two days. The walk home was lonely but it was good to clear my mind, especially since I had two big events these next days. The finals match and the 6 month anniversary since Gwen and I's relationship went from childhood friends to boyfriend and girlfriend. As I made my way home, i felt something in the air. I knew this feeling. It wasn't long since I felt this. Murder. Pain. Suffering. Pure sadism. In front of my house was Onodera, leaning against my gate post, waiting for me. He turned once he sensed my presence. His hoodie blackening his eyes but the crimson shone through and his smile whiter than any crayon. "Took you long enough." Before I could react he was next to me, looking at me but through me, like I wasn't good enough to acknowledge. "You've seen my fights, that scared look tells me everything." He whispered to me, his breath causing my skin to crawl. "And now you are next. But i'm not going to beat you." He waited until he saw my face contort into confusion, his smile growing and his breath got faster. "No, i'm not going to beat you. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you in that arena and take Gwen as my own." That made my color flush from my face and my emotions go from confusion and fear to anger and fear. "You don't deserve her, I do. I am going to break you in ways that shouldn't be allowed, Mr. Doctor of Death." His sarcasm adding to his rising excitement as he envisioned ever way he can and will physically and mentally break someone. "You won't win, you can't win. I will show you what it is like for a ant to try to conquer behemoth. Utter failure. Prepare yourself because the hunt is on." He stared at me and waited. Before I could do anything his eyes looked away from me, back to me then away again as he turned around and walked away. He paused for a minute and looked back, only to show off his sinister smile and weirdly licked his lips. I turned and saw the familiar figure of Gwen as she also returned home. "Chris? What was that about?" She asked, but got no response. I couldn't speak. I couldn't breath. Soon everything turned black then white as everything went dull and the last thing I hear was Gwen's voice shouting my name. *** The day leading up to the finals was nothing but white noise, the same snow you get when your TV goes to a station it doesn't recognize. I think I went to the dojo and trained but I don't remember a thing. My master had a look of anger just thinking about how the committee would allow such flagrant displays of unsportsmanlike conduct could go on but sadly her cries landed on deaf ears as they allowed the match to happen. Now we rode to the arena, two hours left before the finals match and not a word was said, not from me, not from my Master. We rode in complete and utter silence. "Christian. If you want, I am not opposed to your forfeiting this match." Her words ended the silence but my lack of a response restarted it. "You are too important to me than any victory. I will not allow you to go against that mad man if you don't want to. Your safety is too important." I say the look of fear in her eyes, the look of pure terror as she could potentially lose her last pupil and be alone. This was a very real fear and I felt it too. I sat in silence as my master didn't look for an answer from me immediately. We rode again in silence and made it to the arena, making our way to the dressing in. "No." My master looked up from her papers with a stone look on her face. "I'm not going to run Master. I'm going to fight." I was done, I was done being scared and I was not about to lose Gwen. My master smiled and laughed as her eyes copied the look of fire in mine. "That's my student! That's the fire I want!" She got up and threw away the forfeit papers from her clipboard. "I've been waiting for that fire and I think it's time." Moving quickly to her back, my master pulled out a brown paper package from her duffle and tossed it to me. The weight was light and the sound of paper crumpled as I caught the mysterious package. My master only nodded as a response so I tore through the paper outliner, revealing a white top with shimmering gold lining. I unfolded it and its contents revealed a matching pair of black pants with similar gold lining. On the back of the Jersey was the word "Sora" in gold kanji and on the left leg of the pants. "Now lets go win some gold to match that outfit." I nodded and donned the new outfit, the fire inside growing and growing as my very soul was raging like an inferno. I WILL NOT LOSE GWEN *** The referee put his hands up to both sides, beckoning both Onodera and myself to the center. He looked at me and I bowed, He looked at Onodera and he bowed. The referee looked into my corner, Master nodding and both my mother and now Gwen both sat next to her. The referee then looked into Onodera's corner, Master Akuma nodded before puffing smoke out her nostrils. He looked ahead then raised his hand, both Onodera and I drawing our shinai. The referee dropped his hand. The battle began. Every strike he had I parried, every strike i threw was parried. There was no give on either side. The crowd was going crazy, the noise deafening. The bright lights made the already hot armor ever hotter as I felt sweat bead after sweat bead fall one my brow but I had to focus. Onodera's strikes were powerful but sloppy. My strikes precise but weak, easily thrown off by his shinai but I quickly recovered and narrowly dodged a head strike that could have easily concussed me if it landed. Onodera back up and I shuffled back a few steps as we both took a second to regain out composure, neither side giving the other an edge. Both of us threw our swords into the Jodan style, my feet shuffling towards Onodera as he stood perfectly still. He was baiting me into striking distance, hoping to land the first decisive blow. As I got closer and closer my hands dropped and I went to Waki style. I barely heard Master yell at me as I rushed Onodera, his blade crashing down from above. I shifted my weight to my front foot and stopped mere centi-meters from the falling shinai as it passed in front of my helmet, barely missing. With that I struck first, a well place hit at his side, knocking him a few inches to the right as my sword swung from my left. I heard the crowd go crazy and my corner start clapping and cheering but I had to focus. Onodera was angry now and his counter attack begun. I jumped back as he began swinging for the fences with every sword swing, hoping to break something but my sword was strong and easily parried him. He was very angry, he only got a few hits but none of them good at all while I was leading in points, my strikes hard enough to do damage but nothing close to finishing the fight. Onodera was chasing me around, hoping to corner me but before I was trapped I would dodge and get to the side, renewing this game of cat and mouse towards a new corner. If I kept this pace he would get tired and lose his focus. But he was a mad man, i barely made out his screams for me to stand still mixed with his heavy breathing. My own breathing was starting to get heavy too as my stamina was beginning to wain. My feet kept shuffling around as I dodged and struck back against the raging typhoon that was Onodera Genji. I had him in overdrive, wasting his stamina with every wild swing. "COME ON! COME ON! FIGHT ME UCHIHA CHRIS! AREN'T YOU A DESCENDENT OF THE GREAT NINJA?!" His egging was trying to get on my nerve but I kept my pace.... until my foot caught my other. I looked in horror as everything started to go sideways as gravity worked its job, causing me to fall. I could see Onodera's smile grow as I was caught slipping literally, his sword high above his head and in the matter of a second come crashing down. I barely blocked it with one hand and used the other to try to catch the ground and my balance. He rose again, closed the distance and struck high and hard, his shinai striking me in the thigh. *Crack* I screamed, the referee blew his whistle and called a time out but not before Onodera got another hit on, this time a side swing to the side of my helmet. My head rang like an antique church bell and everything went blurry. I could only make out enough to see Master rush the stage and bark at Onodera before the leader of the Akuma dojo jump in-between the two. My mother rushed to me as the referee got the two masters to leave and Onodera back into his corner before rushing to me. The ringing was stopping slowly but everything moved in a slow motion blur. ".re....u....k?" What? "Are you ok?" This time I heard it better as the referee took off my helmet and shone a light into my eyes. I covered them in response as the bright light burned my retinas. "He's not concussed... yet." The referee stated, causing my master to sigh in relief. I turned to get up but I was greeted by a sharp pain in my leg, my master and mother catching me and Gwen looking from afar with pain and sadness in her eyes, her hands clasped together covering her mouth. "Chris can you hear me? Nod once if you can." My master pleaded as I slowly looked from Gwen to her I nodded once "Good, you are a bit dazed, that punk got a swing in after the whistle." I could hear her start to growl as I began to become un-dazed shaking my head to regain my composure. "Chris listen, your thigh bone, i think it's broken." "Oh it's definitely broken" I somehow joked "That's not helping. Do you want to surrender? The referee agreed to let the match continue if you agree." "I agree." No hesitation whatsoever "That's the spirit!" My master put my helmet back on and helped me up. My leg was definitely broken but I was somehow able to stand, albeit slanted. The referee called us back, my breathing hard and jagged as I tried to not think about the pain, and waved for the match to start. Almost instantly Onodera shot straight for my leg. The strike further the pain and I screamed in pain before stumbling away. Onodera was smiling and walking towards me. I could hear my master shouting but the pain was too strong. He shot again for my leg and I blocked it but it still managed to hit my leg. He was intentionally targeting it. I could only help but limp away and try to block. I was cornered. My master was shouting, my mother was shouting, Onodera had his prey where he wanted it. In a corner, injured, he wasn't going to kill yet. He wanted to enjoy this. "CHRIS! DON'T LOSE!" Out of everything, I heard her. I heard Gwen, cheering me on. I made it out of her shadow, I started dating her, I absolutely loved her and one our date tomorrow I was going to further our relationship again after we talked about how we were ready. I was not about to lose, i was not about to lose her again. I clenched my leg but somehow switched my sword grip to Zatoichi style. Onodera was not concerned with that, he raised his sword, his smile every wide as he was going to put me out of my misery with one final strike. Before he finished rising, I moved. I shot next to him, reverse grip sword swinging from waki style towards his head. I had him. Checkmate "MEN!" I struck. The blade smashed against his temple and his eyes went white. Before I knew it, his body went limp and fell over as the weight of his body betrayed him and he fell. The crowd went quiet and everything was motionless. Then I felt something crash into me. It was Gwen, she shot up from the corner and embraced me in the tightest hug ever. After her my master and mother followed suit and began smothering me in hugs "HE DID IT! UCHIHA CHRIS HAS WON VIA KNOCKOUT!" the siren shouted in pure joy as the arena went crazy. "You did it Chris!" my master shouted as he lifted Gwen, my mother and I in joy. I could help but only smile crazy and laughed. I limped over to the referee and the committee chairman, clutching a gold medal with a black ribbon around it long enough to place over my head. I bowed to them both and the Chairman presented me with the ribbon and a trophy that resembled 5 swords meeting at the tip. I raised my gold, I did it. I won! Gwen returned to my side and hugged me again as everyone clapped. I looked at her and she gave me the look I knew was coming. "So can I have that kiss now?" She mouthed. I chuckled and kissed her hard right there. We almost fell but I caught her thanks to the extra weight under me being the crutch I was giving. I heard the crowd go crazy and start to woo us but i didn't care. I felt my face get hot as we released our lips from each other to get air. She smiled and moved to whisper to me. "I hope you are ready for tomorrow, I heard you almost used me as a bet against that shark tooth douche~" |
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