| About time I'll start my own story, with blackjack and hookers (or should I say upstanding gentleman?) ;-) A Brave New World chapter links: List of characters: Writing style and what you can expect about this story in general: A big thanks and shout-out to: tygertyger for proofreading my first chapters and answering many, many questions emeraldtryst for patiently answering all my questions and giving this story the green-light And to Malise, beast_regards, dcw2021 and Aspicientis. |
MetallumOperaturDec 24, 2016 4:51 PM
| A Brave New World Chapter 1 - Allein Most of my friends hate the winter. I, on the other hand, love that season. I like the snow. I like coming back to the comfort and warmth of home after a long walk in the brisk air. I like being able to wear my black hat and long black trench coat. And when it’s really cold I use my red shawl as a face mask leaving only my eyes exposed. I think that looks totally badass on me. I don’t know what others think about it, nor do I care. Today, however, the weather was a bit too much winter, even for me. The blizzard of the century they called it on the news. This wouldn’t be so bad if I could have stayed at home, but I had received an emergency call from the lab that the freezer that held the ice cores I had drilled on Greenland had broken down. Many months’ worth of research, not to mention the money it had cost to get those cores, would go down the drain if those ice cores melted. This left me with no choice but to leave the comfort of my home and walk to the lab. The irony of having to brave the worst blizzard I had seen in my life to prevent my ice cores from melting wasn’t lost on me. Thankfully the problem was easily fixed, and after a couple of hours I was ready to go back home again. At least half a meter of snow had fallen since I had entered the lab, and there was no end in sight yet. I didn’t like the idea of going back outside -- it would be dark soon -- and I liked the idea of braving the blizzard in the dark or spending the night at the lab even less. So I decided to man up and get it over with. I pulled up my shawl and lowered my hat as much as I could. I clenched my coat tight with one hand and used the other to hold down my hat. I pushed the door open while closing my eyes to shield them from the cold winds and stepped outside. To my surprise I didn’t feel snow blowing in my face or the wind tugging my coat. I opened my eyes to see what was going on, only to be left dumbstruck. My view couldn’t have been more different from what I had expected to see. Instead of the university campus covered in a thick layer of snow, I saw what appeared to be a vast open landscape bathing in the golden rays of a sunset. Instead of hearing the winds howl through the streets, I could clearly hear the rhythmic sounds of waves crashing onto the rocks somewhere behind me. I turned around only to find the door I had just stepped through gone. Hell, the entire lab was nowhere to be found! My first reaction to this sudden change in scenery was to refuse the information my brain was receiving. What I was seeing and hearing couldn’t be the truth -- the cold must have gotten into my brain, I must be hallucinating! My second attempt at making sense of this situation was to try to convince myself that I was dreaming. The blizzard, the cold, this place, it was all just a bad dream. Only in dreams could one be teleported to a totally different environment in the blink of an eye. A few short painful tests later and that theory crumbled. My last desperate attempt at making sense of the situation was playing the ‘I must be dead’ card. I checked my pulse and concluded that I was still very much alive. Having run out of possible explanations, I was left with the startling conclusion that no amount of logic could explain what had just happened to me. I checked the pockets of my coat and found my phone. I hoped I would be able to find a signal so I could call for help, but as soon as I took the phone out of my pocket it disintegrated. My jaw dropped. Not only did I inexplicably find myself teleported to an unknown location, I also saw a solid object turn into dust without any detectable force acting upon it! That sure was a lot to process. Thankfully I do not easily panic, so I quickly recovered from the shock of seeing my phone crumble. I checked my pockets to see if my other possessions were still there. I discovered, much to my dismay, that both my wallet and music player had disintegrated, too. My other possessions still seemed intact, though. I was left with a pencil, a notebook, my grandfather’s golden wind up pocket watch, a full pack of paper handkerchiefs and a measuring tape. That I was carrying a measuring tape around surprised me. Then I remembered finding the tape while going through the inheritance of my recently deceased grandmother. Apparently I had put it in my pocket and had forgotten about it. Somehow these objects, my clothing and myself seemed to be immune to the force that had disintegrated my other stuff. It bugged me that I couldn’t determine what the apparent selection criteria were for some objects to disintegrate and others to remain unaffected; for now that is... Upon closer inspection I found that the pocket watch still ran, although the time it displayed was entirely different from the time I had supposedly left the lab. This seemed strange, whatever brought me here also changed the time on my watch, or did I black out without even noticing it? After pondering it for a moment I put the objects back in my pockets; then decided to sit down and take a moment to let this all in. I was overcome with the urge to just close my eyes and wait for all this to pass by. Of course I knew that the chance of that happening was nonexistent, so I pushed those thoughts away. After overthinking my situation I concluded that there was no reason to expect any help. Somehow I had found myself in a survival situation and it would be best to start acting accordingly. It was just me versus the wilderness now. This thought both frightened and excited me at the same time. I strengthened my resolve to make it through this, for I’ll be damned if I let this situation get between me and my PhD. I remembered from watching many hours of survival programs that one’s first course of action should always be to get your bearings and make a plan. So I got up again and began to observe my surroundings. I was standing near the edge of a near vertical cliff. All I could see down the cliff was water, the salty smell led me to believe it was either a sea or the ocean. Where I was standing the sea came up to the cliffs themselves, however, I could see some beaches at the foot of the cliffs in the distance. The land near the edge of the cliffs had a gentle slope and was covered with lush grass, low growing bushes and countless flowerbeds. Further inland the land flattened and the grass gave way to what looked like a bog. I could see many streams that cut through the bogs and the grasslands and eventually disappeared between the cliffs. I assumed they emptied out at sea. There didn’t appear to be any trees, which greatly enhanced the vast and open feeling of this view. The landscape reminded me of some pictures I had seen of the Faroe Islands, or perhaps the northern Scottish coast. I must admit the view was magnificent, but there did not appear to be much that could shelter me from the elements. More disturbingly, I could not distinguish anything that indicated that people had ever set foot in this place. I got the feeling that I would be spending the next couple of days alone. I turned my attention to the sky. The Sun appeared to be climbing instead of setting, so it must be morning rather than afternoon. This was good, because it gave me more time to try to find a more convenient location to spend the night. Also if the sun was climbing that must mean that’s roughly east, which implied that the bogs were to the south and the sea was to the north. Having gained a general understanding of my surroundings I turned my attention towards the key elements of survival: food, fire, shelter and water. Since the area was covered in little streams that seemed clear enough to drink from directly, water wasn’t going to be an issue. With no tools at hand and no obvious fuels, getting a fire going was not going to happen. My best bet at starting a fire would be finding a way down the cliffs to look for dry driftwood. Unless I got lucky and found a cave somewhere I wouldn’t be having much shelter, either. Thankfully I was dressed for really bad weather before I got here, so I wasn’t going to get cold any time soon. For food it seemed I’d have to make due with berries and perhaps bird eggs. There were some low growing berry plants nearby. I didn’t recognize the berries, but they looked a bit like blueberries. I wasn't sure if they were edible or poisonous, but I remembered a couple of simple tests. I plucked one, popped it and then rubbed its contents on my skin. If the skin got irritated the berries would be a no-no. Nothing happened, so I moved on to the next test. I put some of the berry’s insides on the tip of my tongue and waited a moment for my tongue to get irritated. Again nothing happened; I was now confident enough to try a taste. I had never had tasted a fruit so naturally sweet as these berries. They were like little delicious sugar bombs. Using my hat as an improvised basket I plucked as many as I could carry. Once I had filled my hat to the brim I was satisfied with the harvest and ready to get moving. Since wetlands are usually bad news I decided to avoid them if possible. Consequently I had to stay in the green strip of land between the bogs and the sea. This left me with only two options: follow the coast roughly towards the east or follow the coast to roughly to the west. There wasn’t any obvious reason to prefer one direction over the other; I decided to go west based solely on my preference for walking with the sun to my back. After walking for a bit it was getting warmer. I removed some excess clothing; I made a makeshift bag out of my sweater, and continued my journey. Not much happened during the next few hours except perhaps for being served more magnificent views. The Sun was now high in the sky and I checked my pocket watch. The time it displayed was a little past 1 pm. I was now certain that whatever brought me here also set my watch to the local time. Realizing that one fuck up with winding up the watch was all I needed to lose track of time, I resolved myself to wind up the watch every time I would look at it. After tending to my watch, I decided it was time for a break. I cautiously approached the edge of the cliffs, where I sat down and ate some berries. While looking around I noticed a crack in the cliffs a bit further ahead; which might provide a way down. At the feet of the cliffs near the crack there appeared to be a small beach. This was promising enough for me to make the crack my short term goal. It took two more hours of walking to get to the crack; thankfully it looked descendible. I decided to take a calculated risk and started the descent. The way down was actually pretty smooth and I reached the bottom without much trouble. As I had observed from above there was a small beach made of pebbles. I looked around and noticed several pieces of driftwood scattered along the beach. They seemed dry, so I collected them. I also found a thin rope made of a material I didn’t recognize. The rope appeared silky and was surprisingly strong for its weight. It didn’t look like anything that I knew was used on ships. I’m no expert on sailing materials though, so I assumed it was a new type of rope. The rope was perfect to tie up the driftwood and allowed me to hoist it on my back. The way back up was a lot harder than the descent, but eventually I made it. By now it was late afternoon and I was hungry and tired. I looked for a place to spend the night, but the search didn’t prove fruitful. I resigned and settled for a soft patch of grass. Guess I’ll spend my first night here under the stars. The sky was clear, though, so with a bit of luck it would stay dry. I tried to make a fire with the driftwood I had collected and failed miserably. Too tired to continue trying, I decided to watch the sunset instead. Upon seeing how beautiful the sunset actually was; I regretted never having taken the time to enjoy one back home. I resolved to watch sunrises or sunsets more often when I get back home. After it had gotten dark I lay on my back to stargaze. A couple of minutes later I came to the sudden realization that I didn’t recognize any constellations. Since I’m quite familiar with the northern night skies this implied that I wasn’t in the northern hemisphere. But if I was in the southern hemisphere, then why was the Sun at midday in the south and not the north? Unless the earth suddenly switched its rotating direction -- which could also explain these two observations -- could it be that I was not on earth anymore?! Neither explanation made any sense, but then again, what actually did in this world? This realization hit me like a jackhammer and kept me awake for a long time. Eventually, though, my fatigue overcame my worries and carried me away into a restless sleep. Starting Location on Map |
MetallumOperaturSep 29, 2015 8:48 AM
| Great first chapter. good work There is a weak point though ... and it isn't in the story, story is perfect: Even though I think those "what you should expect" lines should go, first issue with those are spoilers, second issue is can trigger discussion they could talk that no one likes. |
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beast_regards said: Great first chapter. good work There is a weak point though ... and it isn't in the story, story is perfect: Even though I think those "what you should expect" lines should go, first issue with those are spoilers, second issue is can trigger discussion they could talk that no one likes. Thanks :-) I made some changes to the "what you can expect" part. What remains is some technical talk about the writing process: me adding maps, using metric, shit like that. The part about my view on the mamono vs humans was added to state clearly how I view mamono and how I treat views that differ so much that it becomes unbelievable to exist in the same world. But, it works both ways, so I added a line for that. Hopefully this helps to avoid confusion somewhere down the road. I added the part about intelligence, for imo no mamono can be smarter than the writer of the story. Practically speaking: this doesn't effect any of the active stories. If stating this doesn't sit well with people, I'll remove it. Finally about the elves: IMO teasing stuck up elves is mandatory for everyone who enters Elizabeth's territory! :-P Fun fact: except for the pocket watch, all the other stuff the MC has on him, is what I found in my coat when I examined it's pockets for this story :-P |
MetallumOperaturAug 15, 2015 5:45 PM
| So you've decided to finally take the plunge and throw yourself to the wolves have you? I look forward to this. Good first chapter, a little slow but then again most are since it takes some time to build up momentum. MetallumOperatur said: I added the part about intelligence, for imo no mamono can be smarter than the writer of the story. Non-sense, you have google so monsters can know stuff that you personally don't, that's how I wrote Adelaide. |
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| Interesting story, well written story. You are the talented writer, without a doubt. I am not so certain about your choice to point out something that seems to be one of the greatest conflicts inside the community, regardless of my opinion on the matter it may be better to leave some things unspoken. |
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mdude009 said: Knowing a lot of stuff is not necessarily intelligence. I was thinking more along the lines of the chances humans have to outsmart a mamono being reasonable, which is what most stories seem to use already. Actually many stories have the human functioning as 'the brain' of the group :-PNon-sense, you have google so monsters can know stuff that you personally don't, that's how I wrote Adelaide. Malise said: Easy on the praise here; the reason it's readable is due to tyger's feedback :-PInteresting story, well written story. You are the talented writer, without a doubt. |
| Looks good so far. =) Expecting good things! |
| [b]Disclaimer[/b]: Don't get used to this uploading speed, after chapter 3 the upload frequency will drop, cause I haven't finished writing that part yet ;-) Chapter 2 - Imaginaerum The next morning I woke up hungry and feeling like shit, but I had no other option than to continue my search for civilization. I gathered my things and tried my best to push the thoughts of the night away. Not being able to change anything about my circumstances sucked, but I had to make the best of it. After many uneventful hours of walking and berry plucking I came across a rather remarkable formation in the cliffs -- a narrow strip of land extended straight into the sea like a huge natural breakwater. The top of this formation was perfectly flat, covered in grass, and on the same level as the cliffs it spawned from. It looked like a green highway leading off into the horizon. My curiosity was sparked and, against better judgement, I headed down the formation. The strip of land I was now walking on couldn’t be much wider than 50 meters, and on both sides the cliffs were a literal straight drop to the sea. I estimated the height of the cliffs to be over a hundred meters. Apparently the formation extended further than I had first suspected; it took me nearly an hour to reach the head of the cliff formation. The head ended in, again, a straight drop to the sea. At first glance it was a disappointment; other than the view, there seemed to be nothing of note. But first glances can be misleading, and upon closer inspection I found a stair hewn out of the rock slowly winding down the cliff’s edge. The stair was narrow and had no fence. An iron chain anchored into the rock followed the stairs down provided something to hold on to. This stairway was the first clear sign that there was at least some sort of civilization here. Even though the descent looked scary, I wasn’t willing to let this chance slip. So I undid myself of all unnecessary weight and started to descend the stairs, while tightly holding on to the chain. When I was roughly halfway down the cliffs the stairs suddenly ended on a small plateau. The plateau couldn’t be more than two meters across. A tunnel going straight into the cliffs connected to the plateau as well. This tunnel led to a narrow winding staircase, much like the ones on could find in old mines or castles. I peered down and could see light coming from below, so I continued my way down. Having walls on both sides of the stairs sure made me feel a lot safer. The stair was short; it only went down a couple meters, and then led into a large circular room. Large slits in the rock served as windows. They were placed regular intervals all around the room, providing plenty of lighting. Across from the entrance there was an alcove with what appeared to be shelves hewn into the rock. To the sides of the room there were several smaller alcoves between the windows, each containing a stone tomb chest. In the middle of the room stood a stone slab. The slab was around two meters long, a bit more than half a meter wide, and was raised roughly one meter above the ground. The slab reminded me a bit of a box spring bed. Some sort of tablecloth or blanket was spread out over the slab. I guessed it functioned as a place to lay the deceased down on before his or her entombment. Even though I had no idea what to expect when I descended the stairs, but finding a burial chamber at the end still surprise me. As I walked through the room I noticed that all except for one of the tomb chests were plain, had rough edges, and had no writing or what so ever on them. I suspected those were reserved for burials yet to come. The decorated one was covered in delicate stone carvings depicting leaves, plants, animals, and various mythological women with animal body parts. Only a couple of words were written on the lid of the tomb chest in a language that I didn’t recognize, yet felt strangely familiar; somehow I could to read what was written there. Nevertheless, I didn’t learn much other than the deceased being female. The thought of trying to lift the lid and see if she was buried with anything useful crossed my mind, but I wasn’t desperate enough to justify grave robbing to myself. In the larger alcove I found many things that could be used in some sort of burial ceremony, and might prove invaluable to my survival: a small ceremonial knife; some ceramic and metal pots containing various powders; multiple small amphorae; a flint; and more blankets. I broke the seals on the amphorae to check inside; they contained various strange liquids. I wasn’t sure where most of these liquids were used for, but at least a couple I recognized as scented oils. I was especially happy with the flint and the oil, for I had now good hopes that with the driftwood I had brought with me I might get a fire going. After finishing inspecting the room I checked my watch to see that I had a couple hours of daylight left. I concluded that this room provided the best shelter I could hope for, and decided to spend the night there. I brought my belongings, that I had left at the top of the stairs, down to the burial chamber. Then I took the lightest blanket and went up the stairs again. On top of the cliff I spread the blanket and plucked as much grass as I could find. I folded all the grass in the blanket and returned to the burial chamber. I used the blankets and the grass to make a nice soft bed for myself on top of the stone slab. Then I picked a good spot for a fire, and used the flint and oil to light the driftwood. This night I was going to sleep comfortably. For dinner were yet more berries, but at least this time I could warm them and pretend it was a decent meal. It was only after I had finished all the tasks to prepare for the night, and had some time left that I realized something felt off. I couldn’t immediately put my finger on it, but after a couple of minutes I had finally figured it out: The large windows went all around the room at regular intervals. Now this wouldn’t be so strange if this room happened to be in a tower, but that was certainly not the case. I checked the windows over at where I guessed only the rock of the cliffs should have been. “Holy crap! Did I walk over THAT?” I had no idea how I could have ever missed it, but I was gazing at what had to be the largest natural arch I had ever seen. The distance the arch spanned must have been at least several hundred meters. I never could have imagined that such a natural rock formation was even physically possible, yet I was looking at it with my own eyes. The rock windows were large enough for me to climb in them and sit down. While gazing upon the natural arch I did another discovery, maybe not as spectacular as the arch but equally amazing: Outside there was a gentle breeze, but inside the air inside was perfectly still, even though none of the windows was sealed off. And again this world had managed to surprise me. The things I had witnessed the last days were amazing, but each new wondrous discovery also put another nail in the coffin of the hope I had left that I might still be somewhere on earth. Due to having witnessed several violations of the laws of physics, the possibility that I might not even be in the same universe anymore presented itself. But I wasn’t ready yet to accept such wild theories yet; the fact that I might not be on earth anymore was more than enough to handle at the moment. I spent the evening gazing out of the windows contemplating everything I had seen and experienced so far. I had to admit that, given the circumstances, today was a good day. I had found shelter, had found many supplies, and had managed to get a fire going. To organize my thoughts I used the remaining hours of daylight to write down some notes and observations in my notebook. Maybe that keeping some sort of logbook would help me answer some of the many questions I had. I started with writing down a list of items that were destroyed by my “teleportation”. I looked at the list and noted that both my mobile phone and my music player contained electronics, but the wallet seemed to be the odd one out. Then I suddenly realized that my bankcards and public transport card did contain electronic chips. It didn’t explain why my whole wallet had disintegrated, but it was the only common denominator they shared with none of the items that hadn’t disintegrated. When the darkness finally set in I used the last of the light to look on my pocket watch, and write down the exact time the darkness set in. I wound up my pocket watch again and went to bed. As I laid down on my comfortable bed, I jokingly said to myself: “Well great thing about dead neighbors is that they never bother you.” After which I said good night to the decorated tomb and went to sleep. For the first time since I arrived here, I had the feeling things were going a little bit my way. Little did I know that I was dead wrong about both those assumptions. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Technical update:
Challenge: The first one that figures out where my titles refer to and why, may borrow one of my companions for a day (they gotta be picked up first though) ;-P |
MetallumOperaturAug 19, 2015 9:42 AM
MetallumOperatur said: Imaginaerum It was a good album, but otherwise ... If I can ask for something. then please, no voices in the head talking Sydo all over the place. |
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beast_regards said: MetallumOperatur said: Imaginaerum It was a good album, but otherwise ... If I can ask for something. then please, no voices in the head talking Sydo all over the place. That's supposed to be an angry crowd :-P And damn I haven't even finished working out the bb-code flaws and you're already here :-P |
Darkness-Ryu said: Ghost: Return the slaaaaaaaaab! Metallum: Eh? Ghost: Return the slaaaaaaaaab! Or suffer my currrrrrrse! Metallum: What's your offer? Ghost: This niiiiiiiiiiiiight, you will be visited by three plagues. Each worst then the laaaaaaaaaast. Return the slaaaaaaaaab! *sings* Raaamses! The man in gauze. The man in gauze |
emeraldtryst said: *sings* Raaamses *King Ramses Anyway, just here to show that I'm watching. If you have an questions for me Met you know how to call me. ^^ |
| I don't really have any response, just wanted to let you know I've read this chapter *sits in the corner moving his finger up and down against his lips* |
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emeraldtryst said: Darkness-Ryu said: Ghost: Return the slaaaaaaaaab! Metallum: Eh? Ghost: Return the slaaaaaaaaab! Or suffer my currrrrrrse! Metallum: What's your offer? Ghost: This niiiiiiiiiiiiight, you will be visited by three plagues. Each worst then the laaaaaaaaaast. Return the slaaaaaaaaab! *sings* Raaamses! The man in gauze. The man in gauze If that curse involves a Pharaoh queen and some x-rated "punishment", I might just hold on to that slab for a while :-P Else I would like at least a nice bag for it :-P |
MetallumOperaturAug 20, 2015 7:41 AM
Darkness-Ryu said: In that case, let's change it up a bit shall we? Ghost: Return the slaaaaaaaab! Metallum: Eh? Ghost: Return the slaaaaaaaab! Or suffer my lussssssst! Metallum: What's your offer? Ghost: This niiiiiiiiiiiiiiight, you will be visited by three daughters. Each lustful then the laaaaaaaaaaaaaast. Return the slaaaaaaaaab! Metallum: Huh? That's an argument for me to hold onto the slab.. So what's the catch? |
| Chapter 3 - Sweet Amber Although I’m not unfamiliar with the concept of morning wood; this morning I woke up feeling like I was going to burst. The situation quickly escalated as more and more information entered my still groggy brain. First I heard wet slurping noises. Followed by the sensation that something was definitely happening "down there". And finally, as I opened my eyes I saw some goth chick bent over sucking my member. She had straight long black hair, her skin was unnaturally pale and she had some weird spots that appeared to be…. “Holy fucking shit! She’s a frigging zombie!?” my mind suddenly screamed. I had often imagined surviving in a post-apocalyptic zombie infested world. Always imagining myself as the hero that beat the odds, the one that survived where so many others couldn’t. Reality, however, was much different. I wasn’t the almighty zombie slayer that could kill a zombie in the blink of an eye, nor the cunning survivalist that managed to evade countless zombies time and time again. No, the cold hard truth was that I was too flabbergasted to even react at all. A few seconds later the zombie girl's assault on my member reached its climax. Still dumbstruck I had no idea what the hell was going on, and felt more like I was watching a strange porn video rather than being involved myself. The zombie girl, on the other hand, did not waste any time and eagerly sucked up my load. She then let go of my member, raised her head, and looked me in the eye. “Talk about creepy...” Her position allowed me to look straight down her loose dress and gave me a perfect view of her "assets"; she wasn't wearing a bra. Under different circumstances I would have loved to study the topography of her flesh in detail, but now I had bigger problems on my mind. I shifted my attention to her face, and was just in time to see her smile at me and then swallow. “Yup, definitely creepy...” Unable to resist I took another glance at her chest. Now, I might just have imagined it, but I could swear her breasts had grown a bit. The zombie girl let out a soft moan and raised herself up. Apparently she didn’t know what to do next, because she stared sheepishly, almost expectantly, at me. The confusion finally loosened its grip on my mind, and I quickly pulled my pants up. “Did I just get raped?” She didn’t appear threatening; she looked more like she was waiting for orders than that she was about to crack my skull open. Then again, she was a zombie and she had just assaulted me. I wasn't willing to take any chances -- this zombie had to be neutralized! Before figuring out how to take her out, I wanted to create some distance between us first. I jumped out of bed to the opposite side of her. My sudden movements visibly confused the zombie girl. This was an opportunity too good to waste, so without further thinking I launched an attack. I jumped over the slab and slammed my shoulder into her chest. Being both a lot taller and much heavier than her worked in my favor; she fell to the ground, and I landed on top of her. Whether it was her turn to freeze, or she didn't even bother to resist at all, I didn't know. But, even without any fighting experience I had her pinned face down to the ground within seconds. I paused for a moment to figure out how to proceed from there, and then noticed the rope, I had found on the beach, lying within reach. I grabbed the rope, yanked her arms backwards, and tightly tied them together. Then I used the remaining rope to tie her legs together as well. This entire “fight” she had only let out a couple of moans, and hadn't defended herself at all. Which I thought was rather strange. “Well that went surprisingly easy” I thought to myself as I turned her over, so I could look her in the face. I expected her to look angry, frustrated, scared, or whatever a normal person would look like who had just been overpowered. The look on her face, however, was one of excitement. She started to pant and I could see her arousal manifest itself through the fabric of her dress. Maybe it was just my imagination again, but I could swear her eyes were telling me that she had been a bad girl and needed “punishment”. “Seriously?! What the hell is wrong with you? First you assault me and now want me to go 50 shades of grey on your ass?” I yelled, and immediately realized how stupid those questions were. She’s a zombie why the hell should she even be able to understand English? Nevertheless, she replied my questions with seductively biting her lips and letting out a moan that suspiciously sounded like a horny yes. I couldn’t help but notice that it was rather sexy. Since I had no time to come up with a plan other than “neutralize zombie threat”, I had not thought about what to do with her now that I had her properly restrained. I decided to just leave her lying there, while I took a break to figure out how to proceed. The moment I got off her, the girl started to make soft sobbing sounds. I wasn’t in the mood to let myself be guilt tripped into doing something stupid, so I ignored her sobbing, and headed for the stairs. My intention had been to ascended to the platform and create some distance. But, before I reached the stairs I noticed that the fire was tended after and there was a pot placed over the fire. I checked it and found a couple of tuber like plants boiling inside. This was strange; I couldn’t remember a vegetarian zombie in any of the movies I had seen. Could it be she made this for me? Or did she prefer vegetables in her human soup? Meanwhile the girl had stopped sobbing and different sounds started to come from her direction. I turned around to see her struggling with her bonds. Once she noticed that I was looking at her she stopped moving and seemed happy with the attention. She began moaning as if she was trying to say something. Whatever it was I couldn’t understand it. I sat down on my makeshift bed and started to weigh my options. It didn’t take me long to decide what had to be done, for there weren’t many options available to me. I got up, walked over to the tied up zombie girl and kneeled next to her. “It seems you’re not entirely mindless after all; I guess we have to figure out some way to communicate. Now don’t go do anything stupid, alright?” Then I leaned in and undid her bonds. Location of Burial Chamber on Map |
MetallumOperaturAug 28, 2015 10:38 PM
| Ever had those days when you woke up with a dead chick sucking your cock and think to yourself "huh, this is kinda weird?" |
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mdude009 said: Ever had those days when you woke up with a dead chick sucking your cock and think to yourself "huh, this is kinda weird?" That's the thing about MSG Island. Wherever there is morning wood you can find a monstergirl who's ready to "chop it down." |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| Geez...being mean to a sweet zombie like that. More like "mourning wood". I'm sure you'll warm up to her. Or cool down--not really sure how it works =P |
emeraldtryst said: I'm sure you'll warm up to her. Or cool down--not really sure how it works =P A must have necromancer tool is a blow dryer, shit get's cold. Didn't you take necromancy 101? |
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tygertyger said: That's the thing about MSG Island. Wherever there is morning wood you can find a monstergirl who's ready to "chop it down." This zombie girl might be a carpenter :-P emeraldtryst said: For all the MC knows she could have been more like these kind of zombies ;-) Geez...being mean to a sweet zombie like that. More like "mourning wood". mdude009 said: Since when is necromancy based on a7x song-texts?A must have necromancer tool is a blow dryer, shit get's cold. Didn't you take necromancy 101? |
MetallumOperaturAug 30, 2015 10:10 AM
MetallumOperatur said: Since when is necromancy based on a7x song-texts? A7x was actually a group of powerful necromancers who decided to put instructions into their music, you would have known this if you actually payed attention in "introductory history of the unspeakable arts" |
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mdude009 said: Yeah I kinda used those classes to catch some sleep :-PA7x was actually a group of powerful necromancers who decided to put instructions into their music, you would have known this if you actually payed attention in "introductory history of the unspeakable arts" |
| First encounter was almost shockingly peaceful and also quite surprising considering the attention "victory conditions" received in the foreword. This may change soon, depends how fast can protagonist overcome the learning curve. Not everyone leaves home with US army's zombie slaying manual memorized I guess. In any case, story is intriguing, well written and interesting to read. I am looking forward for more. |
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Malise said: First encounter was almost shockingly peaceful and also quite surprising considering the attention "victory conditions" received in the foreword. This may change soon, depends how fast can protagonist overcome the learning curve. Not everyone leaves home with US army's zombie slaying manual memorized I guess. In any case, story is intriguing, well written and interesting to read. I am looking forward for more. MC: "Nah why fight yourself when you can just as easy hire a Wurm to do your fighting for you..." Wurm: "Mate it is time for you to pay "interest" over your debt to me!" MC: "Interest over what debt?" Wurm: "You know, from that time when you asked me to save you from that really dangerous looking Wererabbit!" MC grumbles MC: "Whenever I get my hand on that Danuki that managed to teach her what interest was, I'm going to pluck that bitch's fur alive.... And how is it that after 10 years she still remembers the Wererabbit incident, yet can't remember what color here own scales are..." MC gets dragged away by a very happy looking wurm; you don't get the impression the MC minds though... Funfact: A wurm's memory might dramatically improve if that specific memory involves intercourse. |
MetallumOperaturAug 30, 2015 12:37 PM
| In this case, it was the zombie girl who, "took the slab." ;) |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
| Chapter 4 - Black and Silver Quite a few questions and observations had crossed my mind before I had made the decision to untie the zombie girl. For a moment I worried that she might have infected me with something nasty, but she looked well-groomed, clean, and she certainly didn’t smell like a corpse -- she actually had quite the pleasant scent, but I couldn’t put a label on it, though -- so from a health perspective I would probably be just fine. I wondered where she came from and made a mental note to check the lids of the tomb chests afterwards. My main question, however, was why she had thought it would be a good idea to go and give a random two meter tall guy a wake up blowjob; I just couldn't get my head around that. Also the image of the change to her physique after she had “consumed” my load kept bothering me. I wondered if it had affected her whole body or just her breasts. I felt this was something significant, but I couldn't figure out what that significance was. When it came to making the decision on what to do with my prisoner, I reasoned that her behavior didn’t suggest any hostility towards me; this girl had the perfect opportunity to harm or even kill me while I was still asleep yet chose to give me head instead? Also I found it hard to believe that if she meant me harm she wouldn’t resist at all when I attacked her, not that it would have mattered much, though; I had obviously a height and weight advantage. Unless she was playing some risky mind game, the most reasonable explanation would be that she actually meant me no harm. It appeared she was more interested in getting laid than in harming me, though I was completely in the dark to the why of this. Furthermore the boiling tubers could mean she was trying to help me out here, and if that's the case I was most certainly better off with than without her. If the catch turns out to be more fellatio, then that would be a sacrifice I was willing to make. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The zombie girl stayed calm while I was untying her arms and legs. When I was done I got up and offered her a hand to help her to her feet. She got the meaning of my gesture and gladly accepted my offer. The touch of her skin was a strange sensation… she was room temperature. Once she was up I put my hands on her shoulders looked her in the eyes and said: “Look I don’t believe you meant me harm and I’m sorry for tying you up, but you scared me.” I wasn’t sure she understood what I was saying, but for a moment she looked a bit sad. Before I had a chance to continue, my stomach did the talking for me and started to rumble. This triggered an immediate response from the girl. Her expression changed to a concerned one, she grabbed my arm, and led me towards the fire. There she let go of me, and fished the tubers out of the pot, and offered me one. “So it seems she’s not going for the human soup after all… Wait what the hell?! She just put her hand in boiling water and didn’t even flinch? What kind of sorcery is this!? … Ah fuck it, I’m way too hungry for this! I’ll just assume it is one of the perks of being a zombie…” I cautiously accepted the tuber, for fear of being burned. To my surprise the tuber was only pleasantly warm, and not scalding hot. The tuber tasted a bit like a sweet potato, and was a pleasant change in menu. “Thank you. Hmm, these tubers actually taste rather good”, I said. My thanks made her visibly happy and she quickly fetched me another one. While eating I had finally some time to take a good look at the zombie girl. The top of her head came well past my chin; I estimated her height to be somewhere around 180 cm. Judging from her face I would say she was in her early thirties, but given the fact that she is a zombie there was no way of telling her true age. She was quite the looker; she looked like she was of Southern European blood. Her oval face was complemented with a small nose; the tip of her nose was rounded and pointed slightly upwards. She had bright gray eyes and I could not find even the slightest trace of any other color mixed in the gray, which was both unusual and sexy as hell. Here lips were black but I was quite sure she was wearing lipstick and for what I had seen her teeth were shining white. Her raven black hair hung loosely past her shoulders and somehow seemed to steer clear from her face. She had a slender or perhaps even thin body, a long neck, and small shoulders. Her skin had a couple spots that looked like wounds where her skin had withdrawn revealing the muscles and in one spot even the bone underneath. Other than those spots her skin was flawless, though. From my earlier “observations” I estimated her breasts to be a large B-cup. She wore a simple loose fitting black dress complemented with simple black shoes. As I had noticed earlier she wasn’t wearing a bra and I suspected she wouldn't be wearing panties either. Overall she didn't appear to have any color -- it was as if she was sculpted in black and white -- which certainly got me intrigued. Besides her appearance I had noticed a couple other things about her too. Her chest was heaving up and down, but there was no indication that she was actually breathing; she could either breath completely silent, or there was no air being pushed around at all. She moved remarkably supple, which was like the polar opposite of how zombies often were depicted in the movies. She moved with considerably more grace than I did, but I have to admit that doesn’t take much. She didn’t appear to be able to speak, but she sure knew how to moan, and they all had this suggestive undertone. She noticed I was checking her out and she smiled shyly at me, she even turned her head a bit sideways. “You have got to be kidding me, this girl is suddenly shy?!” I couldn't suppress a smile at that myself, and decided to go and try figuring out a way to communicate with her. “Do you have a name?” I asked. She looked at me, but she didn't react in any way that could be interpreted as an answer to the question. No surprises here, but it was worth a try. I moved on to plan B and walked towards the decorated tomb chest. I gave it a quick glance over, but I couldn't find anything that indicated the lid had been moved. Nevertheless, I gestured for her to come over, to which she happily obliged. My intention had been to figure out if there was any relation between her and the chest, but apparently she had interpreted my gestures as an invitation for a good old fashioned bear hug. I was a little bit weary, but again everything indicated affection rather than aggression. I made a mental note that I had to be very careful with my gestures before I accidentally would suggest an even more intimate activity. I gave the other tomb chests also a quick glance over. I couldn't see any signs that one of the lids had been moved, nor had she show any signs near the chests that might have suggested one of those belonged to her. So I returned to fire empty handed. “Well if I can't figure out your name, perhaps I should give you one. Would you like that?” Again I wasn't sure she understood what I said, but at least I had her full attention. It appeared that this girl reacted to the emotions I was conveying rather than to the specific words I was using. “You look a lot like a beautiful woman from a tv series I love. Her name is Morticia Frump Addams or Tish for short. So how about me calling you Tish from now on?” This didn’t get me a positive response, but I wasn’t ready to give up yet. I introduced myself by pointing at myself, “Erwin”. That was more like it, she began excitedly hopping up and down. Then I pointed at her and said: “Tish”. Bullseye! She looked like a kid who had just won a free pass to a candy store, and her moans sounded like she had just climaxed. Then she lunged at me, presumably for another hug… The force of the impact caught me completely by surprise and knocked the wind out of me; it was my turn to examine the floor from a close range, with Tish on top of me. This girl had a lot more power in her than I had expected. “So far for being bigger and heavier…” Was all I could think before she pulled me in a tight embrace and passionately kissed me. The touch of her lips was again a strange sensation but at the same time it was arousing as hell. “Vanilla?”, oddly enough her lips tasted like vanilla, could it be flavored lipstick? I didn't dare to think of the other explanation. It took a good chunk of willpower to stop her from moving down and going in for a second round. I was surprised at how much effort it took me to control my lust, but was even more surprised that Tish had, albeit visibly disappointed, immediately respected my wish for no further intimacy. What did Tish have that made me more attracted to her by the minute? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I had a lot of unanswered questions, but there was still the matter of being lost in the middle of nowhere. I couldn’t rely on Tish providing me with everything I needed, nor was I the type to settle for a hermit's life. I had to continue my search for civilization. Thus I started to pack everything that might prove useful to my survival. I had to make several trips up and down the stairs to get everything to the top off the cliffs. There I could figure out how I was going to carry all of this, not going to risk my neck on these stairs to avoid some exercise. My situation was desperate enough to justify “borrowing” things, but it didn’t justify disrespecting the deceased, so I returned the burial room to the state I had found it in, and left a note to explain who I was and why I had taken the items from the alcove. I checked my watch, wound it up, and climbed the stairs one more time. All the time Tish had followed me around, curiously observing me. It was clear there was now too much stuff to carry by hand, so I made an improvised bag from one of the blankets and filled it up with the small amphorae and the “cooking pot“. I used the other blankets and my excess clothes to protect the items from bumping into one another. I had gotten the impression that Tish would follow me even if I would leave from the burial chamber, and decided to use that to my advantage. I mentioned her to come over, and patiently waited till she released me from the inevitable hug again. Then I grabbed her gently by the shoulders and turned her around. I picked up the improvised backpack and tied it around her shoulders to her back. She didn’t protest and simply waited till I was done. I turned her around again and she didn’t seem bothered at all by being used as a pack mule. I carried the driftwood and the remaining items myself. Finally ready to go I gave Tish a nod and we set off to the south. |
MetallumOperaturSep 16, 2015 4:06 PM
Darkness-Ryu said: Hahahahahahaha! Mortica Addams eh? Why am I not surprised. I love that show also and the Family Values movie is my favorite one of them all. It's a great series and I'm glad that you picked something like that for her name. Kudos! Keep it up! Sneak peak: this line is bound to be said at some point: ;-) |
MetallumOperaturSep 6, 2015 9:27 AM
| They're creepy and they're kooky, Mysterious and spooky, They're all toge- GOD DAMMIT! 10 YEARS! AFTER 1O LONG YEARS I FINALLY GET THIS SONG OUT OF MY HEAD AND NOW YOU BRING IT BACK! |
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| Boy, don't make me sing "it's a small world" |
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| Doesn't know the "It's a small world after all" song, so looks it up on Youtube Scarred for life No amount of lovely coconuts can heal these wounds... There is no hope left... Guess it's my time to say goodbye. But I'll go out the way I like. I'm gonna poke Kaori with a stick... Whaa... she angry, she's angry!! |
MetallumOperaturSep 7, 2015 4:40 AM
| Of course you get the zombie to carry the bag. It's not as if she'll get tired or anything. I like how this story is emphasizing the "survival" part of the Mostergirl Survival Game. Keep up the good work, Mets. |
| "When you have bought your own load of hooey, you know exactly what it is worth." -- Bruce Sterling |
MetallumOperatur said: If the catch turns out to be more fellatio, then that would be a sacrifice I was willing to make. Verily they will tell great stories of this legendary sacrifice. Would that we could all be so noble... |
emeraldtryst said: MetallumOperatur said: If the catch turns out to be more fellatio, then that would be a sacrifice I was willing to make. Verily they will tell great stories of this legendary sacrifice. Would that we could all be so noble... Everything for the greater good |
MetallumOperatur said: emeraldtryst said: Verily they will tell great stories of this legendary sacrifice. Would that we could all be so noble... Everything for the greater good You're a good man Metal, I will remember your sacrifice with joy and a lot of lotion. |
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| I feel this chapter could use some linguistic refining. But the time spent vs improvements made trade off is merciless. So here you go ;-) Chapter 5 - No Way Out We followed the cliffs to the south making sure we stayed well away from the bogs. Occasionally we had to cross a small gorge that was eroded by a stream coming from the bogs. Tish seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood, for every time I looked at her she was smiling. While walking she was making soft and pleasantly soothing humming noises. It might seem strange, but I was glad that she was with me now, for it made the journey a lot less lonesome. It was late afternoon when I found a tiny alcove located in a side wall of yet another small gorge. A stream with crystal clear water flowed through the gorge towards the sea; I could hear the water plummeting down and hitting the waves below. Visibility of the surrounding area was limited due to the steep sides of the gorge, but other than that the location was perfect. The alcove was just large enough for us to spend the night sheltered from the elements. Which was great for today the sky had darkened and I suspected that it might start raining soon. As surprising as it might sound, drowning is actually among the most common causes of death in the desert, due to people getting caught by suddenly rising water levels in dried riverbeds or other cramped places. This gorge certainly qualified as a cramped space and with possible rain in the near future I didn't want to take any risks. I checked for signs how far the water level in the gorge might rise. Thankfully there was no evidence the water level ever rose high enough to threaten the alcove. With only a few hours of daylight left, I decided this was an excellent spot to make camp. I dropped the stuff I was carrying and removed Tish her backpack too. I noticed that she didn’t show even the slightest sign of fatigue from carrying the backpack. Either this girl had amazing stamina, or zombies never tire at all. Since my arrival I had already witnessed several occasions of the laws of physics being violated, so I wasn't so sure about the impossibility of that second option anymore. We had made good progress, but I had been too focused on putting distance between us and the burial chamber. I had completely forgotten about looking for food, and now we didn’t have anything to eat left. Again it was my stomach that did the job of communicating this to Tish. When she heard my stomach rumble she gave me a hug, stole a quick peck on the cheek, and left. I decided to set up the camp while Tish was fetching us something to eat. I made a fire, got some water from the stream, put the cooking pot on the fire, and made us some decent beds. The amount of available space in the alcove forced me to put the beds much closer to each other then I liked, but I had to make do with what I got. After I was done with the tasks, I sat down and stared into the fire. My thoughts drifted to what a strange day it had been. I pulled out my watch; if the sunset of yesterday was any indication I had only one hour of daylight left. I wound up the watch again and put it back in my pocket. Then I took out my notebook and entrusted the thoughts and observations of the day to the paper. It was hard to believe that I had met Tish only this morning, and I realized I knew next to nothing about her. Yet somehow I had the feeling we would be stuck together for a long time. Therefore I thought it best to learn as much about Tish and her “condition” as possible. I already had a couple of questions about her I would like to see answered. Especially my observation after she had consumed her “morning proteins” continued to bug me, so I decided that would need further investigation. I could think of a simple and straight forward experiment that would either confirm or debunk my observation. I was sure Tish would be a more than a willing participant, but I wasn’t too sure about my own role in the experiment. I took the easy way out and postponed making the decision. Then there was still the matter of my, or should I say our, survival. But, before I had the chance to reevaluate our situation my train of thoughts was interrupted by an excited yelp. Tish was back and pulled me in a tight hug. I didn’t know what got her so excited; perhaps she was simply happy I was still there. She showed me the harvest, and looked at me expectantly like a dog who had just returned the ball to its owner and was now waiting for him to throw the ball again. Tish had found enough tubers to last us at least two days, and she had brought a handful of red berries that looked like cranberries too. “Wow nice job Tish, and fast as well!”, I gave her a quick pat on the head to show my appreciation. Tish seemed utterly delighted with my praise; again she reminded me a bit of a dog. I grabbed a few tubers and put them in the cooking pot. Tish sat down next to me and laid her head to rest against my shoulder. I was still a bit tense with her snuggling up to me, but I didn't want to be a jerk and deny her right after she had saved my hungry ass. Even though she probably couldn’t understand a word I was saying, somehow I felt a need to just start talking. I told Tish about home, how I came here, and how lost I was. My entire monologue Tish was hanging on my lips as if I was telling her the most interesting story ever told; I must admit that was quite the ego boost. The talking had loosened me up a bit, and I grew bold enough to let my curiosity run free and conduct a couple of tests on Tish. “I’m not going to lie to you Tish. I miss home. I miss my friends. And most of all I miss my family. But, no matter how much I would like to, I can’t change the situation; I can only try and make the best of it. In my opinion learning as much as possible about this world and more specifically about you is the best way to start. So, I’m going to run some tests on you and hopefully learn a bit about you in the progress. Now this should not hurt, so just keep still and everything should be alright.” I placed two fingers in her neck and checked for a pulse; this confirmed that she had no heartbeat. So far Tish didn’t seem to object to my intrusions of her personal space. I followed with gently putting the back of my hands against her neck and sliding them carefully down to her shoulders. Her skin was soft and, except for those wounds I had noticed earlier, smooth. It also confirmed my previous observation that her body emitted no heat. I withdrew my hands and pulled her a bit closer to inspect one of those wounds. There her skin was withdrawn and the underlying muscles were visible. They had a greyish color and appeared to be void of blood. When I curiously touched the wound she gave a small yelp and withdrew a bit from me. I looked up to see a tear rolling out of the corner of her eye; apparently I had stirred a sore spot. I immediately apologized and gave her a hug to calm her down. This worked and her sobbing quickly faded. Thankfully the remaining tests would be less invasive. I fished the measuring tape out of my pocket, and helped Tish to stand up. “Now please stand straight, for I would like to measure how tall you are.” It appeared she had gotten the idea, and I was able to hold the tape along her back. I wasn't far off with my initial guess; she was 179 cm tall. The last test was checking whether the heaving of her chest was actual breathing or not. I concluded it was indeed breathing, but couldn't determine whether she actually needed to breathe, or if it was some lingering remnant of having been alive once. I wrote down the fascinating results of the tests, and in my enthusiasm gave Tish a kiss on the cheek to thank her for her patience. After I had finished updating the journal, we -- Tish apparently eats normal food as well -- had a simple yet filling dinner; the berries served as dessert. They had a familiar bitter sour taste. It was comforting to know that at least I wasn't the only thing from earth here. It was already dark when we finished eating. We spend some time gazing into the flames, before I got bored and finally went to bed. Just before I fell asleep I could feel Tish moving in and cuddling up to me. I was too tired to object. “Clever girl...” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning heavy rain was pouring down. It was clear that we wouldn’t be moving anywhere any time soon. Tish was already up, and when I turned around I found her tending after the fire. “Wait what?! Tish isn’t wearing any clothes!”, I threw a quick glance down, “And neither am I…!” Tish had her back turned to me and appeared to be cooking us breakfast. “Ehm… Tish where are our clothes?”, I asked. Meanwhile I couldn’t help but checking Tish's fine figure out. Without clothes it was clear that she was slender rather than thin, and she had a nice firm ass. Having noted that I was awake she got up and turned around, happy as always. I could see Tish in all her naked glory, and my attention was immediately caught by one specific feature. “Holy crap Tish! That isn’t personal care anymore; that is fucking art!” I blurted out. She had easily the most elaborate “ladyscaping pattern” I had ever seen, and that included all the weird shit I had seen on the internet! A wing pattern decorated her mons Venus; not some simple pattern resembling generic wings, but detailed crow wings with shading effects created by subtle differences in hair length and density. That was just insane... and hot as hell! Just how much time had she spend to get such a level of detail? Tish offering me a cooked tuber broke the spell that gazing upon her glorious nether regions had cast on me. After we ate our simple breakfast of cooked tuber, I went searching for our clothes. I found my coat and our shoes neatly folded in a corner of the alcove, but the other clothes were nowhere to be found. At some point Tish must have put one and one together, because she grabbed me by the arm and tried to lead me off into the rain. The rain wasn’t that cold, so I went along with her to see where she would take me. We walked to the stream where our clothes were spread out on the rocks. They were soaking wet and appeared to have been washed. I was somewhat pissed that I couldn’t wear my clothes until they would be dry again, but at the same time I appreciated Tish taking care of us. When I realized that we wouldn’t be moving in this rain anyway, my anger quickly subsided. The clothes had to be moved to a dry spot, though. Since I was already naked and near the stream, I figured I should take a bath as well. The water in the stream was a bit too cold to bathe in, so I settled for a quick wash and scrub. Tish got in as well and mimicked my washing. After I got out, I grabbed the clothes and waited for Tish to finish. Then we climbed back to the alcove. Thankfully our campfire was still burning bright; I put our clothes up around the fire to dry. Then both Tish and I sat down as close to the fire as possible. Obviously that didn't leave much room between us. Naked, wet, cold, a romantic fire, and a beautiful and willing woman sitting right next to me… Cliché required us to slowly lean in to each other, passionately kiss, and then helping each other warm up through intense “exercise”. However, I managed to keep my feelings of lust under control. At the same time Tish looked like she would love nothing better than to just nail me on the spot, but she too managed to control herself. Her face betrayed the inner conflict she was trying to quell, though. I wondered why she was putting so much effort in restraining herself; yesterday morning she seemed to have no problem with assaulting me. A crazy theory formed in my mind: “Could she be ashamed of what she did? If it was solely about satisfying her inner lust, then I can't think of a single reason why she didn't immediately jump in to exploit my moments of weakness, or didn't went for another round while I was asleep. Hell, she could probably even rape me if she wanted to. But, if satisfying her lust wasn't her goal, then why does she stick around? I had a hard time believing that this was how she would act if her sole motivation was to help a person in need. The only somewhat logical reason I could come up with was that she wanted something more, perhaps a relation!? But, if that's the case then why me? Isn't there some nice zombie guy out there for her?”. I realized that I probably have been giving off a lot of mixed signals. Poor girl had to be confused as fuck. I was reminded of a girl I met many years ago. It turned out she had a huge crush on me, and I was to oblivious to notice. Even when she said it flat out to my face I still had dismissed it as drunk people's talk. I never had a chance to apologize to her. Slowly my thoughts drifted in another direction: “Why am I holding her off in the first place?”. I realized I didn't know the answer to that question, and in some way that was quite unsettling. “Was it because she is a zombie? No, that wasn't it. Was it because she assaulted me yesterday? No, I am not even that angry about it. I'm currently not involved in a relationship, so I don't owe anyone loyalty but myself. She is drop dead gorgeous, clearly means me no harm, and very much willing, so that couldn’t be it either.” There was no doubt in my mind that if she would have been alive, I wouldn't have acted so reserved; for some reason that felt hypocritical. The longer I thought about it, the more my reasoning was eroding my resistance away; I just couldn't find any convincing argument why I should keep resisting. Even after thinking about it, for what felt like a long time, I hadn't been able to come up with a single convincing argument that couldn't be countered. I gave up looking for more arguments, and decided to just take things as they came and give her a chance; I mean we can always stop right? I got up to check the time. I fished my watch out of my coat only to see that the morning hadn't even fully passed yet; we had at least ten more hours of daylight left. I stood there and wound up the watch. And that moment Tish moved in for the coup de grâce to whatever remained of my resistance. Every task I could think of doing while waiting for the rain to clear had already been taken care of by Tish. I turned around to look at Tish with a mix of awe and amazement. Had she planned this all along?! Had she figured out that with nothing to do I grow bored quickly? And who’s here to capitalize on my boredom… Seeing the look on my face Tish responded with a most innocent smile and a couple of soft inviting moans; the twinkle in her eyes gave her away though. “Well I’ll be damned, she did plan this! Checkmate... Dang! I have to up my game; this girl is sly!”. I couldn't help but smile. She had definitely earned herself a reward, and I had a lot of time to kill… But, no need to waste a perfect research opportunity, right? So I quickly grabbed the measuring tape. When I turned to Tish again, I could see the delight and anticipation on her face, and boy was she sexy. “Well played Tish, well played...” Obligatory H-scene: |
MetallumOperaturSep 29, 2015 8:49 AM
| I definitely like this zombie. Though I generally like zombies overall, I particularly like when it's obvious that they've got more going on than is apparent on the surface. The MC gets it so that's just an added bonus. And that h-scene...whoa. That's a little intense even for the MSG. At least it was behind a spoiler I guess =) |
emeraldtryst said: Yeah either go big, or don't bother at all ;-)And that h-scene...whoa. That's a little intense even for the MSG. At least it was behind a spoiler I guess =) |
| I hope my comment won't create any uproar, but I must say that relationship development between Tish and Erwin is surprisingly subtle (all things considered) - and very well written. |
MaliseSep 17, 2015 1:14 PM
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| Holy shit that H-scene is fuckin' nasty! You are one raunchy fucking pervert Metal. |
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Malise said: Nah why should it? BTW already removed the part that might have given a wrong impression in which direction this story might go.I hope my comment won't create any uproar, but I must say that relationship development between Tish and Erwin is surprisingly subtle (all things considered) - and very well written. mdude009 said: You've only seen the tip of the iceberg :-PHoly shit that H-scene is fuckin' nasty! You are one raunchy fucking pervert Metal. |
MetallumOperaturSep 17, 2015 5:28 PM
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