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The instructions had been simple, almost childishly so. Properly wash every nook and cranny of the body. Dress in something comfortable. Head to a hotel at this address. Go to the desk and inform the clerk that you're here to see the best girlfriend. Then wait patiently in the lobby. So simple on some levels, but at the same time both looking and sounding like something ripped from the pages of a spy novel. Even as she essentially told the clerk what felt all too much like a password, she very nearly started smiling, or laughing. Better that than getting angry, which had been her first reaction. Her boyfriend had always been a little... demanding regarding sex as far as she was concerned. He daren't be outright about it, and in every other way he remained perfectly charming. He just happened to think that they should be making love considerably more often than she did. Add on her tremendously busy schedule, and they spent less time touching than even she would've liked. Still, suggesting that she go to agirlfriend trainerhad struck her as crossing a line. They'd had an extreme row about it, to the point where she'd very nearly considered cutting him out of her life. That had almost spiked when he admitted that he'd already gone through and arranged everything, even giving her some of the information. She'd all but snapped. That row had certainly eclipsed the first. But then she looked at who he set her up with, and she had to pause: a woman. She was going to be "trained" to be a "good girlfriend" by a woman. There were quite a few testimonials, and for a bit, she was reminded of the training she underwent for her roles. Plus, she could see herself acing this training and rubbing it in her boyfriend's face. All of which explained whyEmma Watsonof all people sat in a rather impressive hotel room dressed like an average girl and patiently waiting. The blue jeans and pink flannel weren't particularly flattering, nor was the basest amount of makeup enhancing her girl-next-door features. Still, the lightly freckled face would be rather familiar, particularly to fans. Big brown eyes clearly expressed the girl's curiosity and intelligence, both of which were fluttering across her now. She kept looking to her phone, reviewing files and the records of this "trainer" (she still couldn't remove the quotation marks, even mentally). Emma had already signed the paperwork, essentially agreeing to follow instructions, even the ones she didn't want to. That had been a bit of compromise: the "trainer" got a privacy agreement with a giant lawsuit potentially attached; Emma got a similar contract stating that if she failed her end of the bargain, the knowledge of her "training" would become public knowledge. So Emma looked back at her phone, wondering for a moment why she couldn't even find a picture...

It had been three months since a man contacted her about a new job. She was told that the woman she was supposed to be training needed to talk about it, and making sure she was comfortable with it. Then there was the issue of her signing the contract that she wrote out, and then finally they talked about meeting places for their training. They had decided on an expensive hotel in downtown, far enough away from the woman's boyfriend that he wouldn't be involved, and she made sure he didn't know the location of this so he didn't show up. The trainer was very successful at her job, and had famous clients before, so she wasn't surprised when she learned that her newest one was none other than Emma Watson. It actually excited her a bit to be training someone with such a strong background in acting, and advocating for female and male rights in equality. This was probably her biggest gig yet, but she knew it would also be the hardest. The boyfriend had already explained that she was not exactly overly sexual, nor did she make time for him as much as they both wanted. The trainer's name was Luciana, she never gave out her last name to her clientele. She preferred to keep them from snooping into her private life, unless they wanted to sort through every Luciana that they could find online. She was a tall, confident woman who walked with the air of someone who knew exactly where she was going, even as she walked into the hotel, and had no idea where her client was. She knew who she was looking for, but as she walked in she had to do a quick scan of the area. She had been waiting to actually come to the hotel when she was told that the client had arrived, instead of waiting in the hotel room for her all day. Finally, the dark, chocolatey eyes spotted the fair-skinned woman who was dressed atrociously, which Luciana should have known better. Probably dressed like this so people wouldn't recognize her so easily. Luciana walked past the woman, her long legs making the trip quick, and as she passed the woman didn't slow down, just said, "Let's go. We don't have all day." They did, but she had a lot of work to get done with this woman, and the Caramel-skinned woman didn't like to waste time if they didn't have to. She didn't even slow down until they were in the elevator, assuming Emma actually did follow her, if not she gestured for her to hurry up. "I'm Luciana," she said, surely you figured that out. I'm not going to make this harder than it has to be, but you Will have to cooperate with me. If you do, then this will be extremely easy for us. Do you have any questions?" The woman asked as she ran one of dainty hands through her long, hazel-brown hair. She was wearing a black dress that came to her mid-thigh and hugged her body softly. She was tall, and had long legs, wearing four-inch heels on her feet. She was slim-waisted, with full, perky breasts, just a little cleavage shown in the small V cut of the dress. Her dress clung to her wide hips, and round behind. All in all, she was gorgeous, and filled out the dress well.</s>

descent into madness Maniac. Murderer. Monster. For a man with no name, he had certainly accrued quite a few of them in his short stay at Arkham Asylum. He was a new inmate, transferred from another facility or possibly from Hell itself. She didn't know and quite frankly didn't really care to know where he came from. What she was interested in was the story of what brought him to such a low place in his mental state of health that he literally could not even remember his own name. Oh, but he was by no means a completely nameless entity. He had come up with his own name for himself, or perhaps it had been the name that was given to him as the only way they could describe his appearance. His hair was a wild mess - vibrantly green in color, a deep contrast to the almost white of his skin, which was covered in a wide array of tattoos of varying nature and none of them making much sense. The only name on his files was the Joker. It was surely some cruel jest at who he was as a patient, or maybe just a reference to the playing card figure, but either way she didn't like it. Before she had even met him she made the decision to offer as much respect as she could to the man and give him a chance to feel like he was a real person about. Harleen made the decision that she wouldn't call him Joker. No, he would be Mister J, for lack of no other name in which to call him. Doctor Quinzel? A young staff member tapped her shoulder as she read over the meager files that they had on the man, her teeth chewing gently on one of her fingernails. Hm? Oh, yes. What room do you want him in? Harleen looked at the rows of doors, all with small windows very high up to offer the most privacy for doctor/patient care to be done in. They could be viewed as interview rooms or interrogation cells. Interview Room B should be available. Ill see my patient there. She said after a moment of mulling it over, as that room was one of the less decorated ones and would give her a chance to get him to concentrate on one thing and one thing only - her. Mister J was a fascinating person, not only because he was a complete mystery to her but because he was simply insane. There seemed no rhyme or reason to his actions, no discernible connection to anything at all. It was just madness. And madness was her specialty. She wanted to dive into his mind and get a feel for him, to understand not just the illness but the person. For the first time in a long time, she was excited by her job, so ready for the new prospect that she could barely contain herself. But now was not the time to be losing herself in any means to her curiosity. Instead, she composed herself and gathered her files and empty notepads and headed to the room, taking her seat at the table. Her legs crossed beneath it neatly at the ankles and she adjusted her glasses before smiling, doing her best so that when they brought him into the room the first thing he would see is his caring, concerned Doctor Harleen Quinzel.

descent into madness He grinned as he sat in his cell, just staring at the wall. He would sit back, letting himself rest against the other wall in the small cell. They thought they were helping "him". Pffft, they wished they were. He wasn't interested in finding his inner troubles and problems, coming to "terms" with them. He came to terms with them awhile ago and he's still the way he is. Maybe a little worse but it's sometimes hard to tell, he'd chuckle at the thought of his state of mind before he continued to stare at the wall. Sitting in this cell just let him loose himself into his own mind more than they knew, and he loved it. His mind was a perfect world. It consumed him, it consumed others when he allowed it to. Now a doctor would sit there and say that was very very bad but he loved it and he wasn't going to fight it either. This place was boring him to no end, he was surrounded by other crazies. The type of crazy that rocked back and forth and talked to their dead mom type crazies. There was no one like him in here that he knew of and if there was he wanted to meet them. That was unlikely though, no one was like him here, they couldn't be like him. A knock would come to the door of his cell, he rolled his eyes. His head slowly turned as a guard looked at him. "Can I help you?" The Joker smiled lightly. The guard looked annoyed, "Get up Joker, step away from the door."The Joker stood and walked toward the big steel door. "Why's that? So you can put me in a straight jacket?...Oh wait you drug me first...." After a small pause, he laughed loudly. "I am forgetting the steps of your little procedures here. I think...I think I might be loosing it in here." He grinned at the guards face before laughing again, harder this time. He had to find his kicks in here somehow; there really was nothing else. Although what he really wanted was to put a bullet through every guard's skull. Now that would make him laugh, he'd feel good about that for sure. "Alright, alright." He turned around, slowly putting his hands on the back of his head. He could have turned around and hit the guard but he was curious to see where they were taking him. He felt the familiar jab in his neck and the sudden darkness that overtook him. Once he came to, he was in the straight jacket...again, still sitting in his cell. To tell you the truth, Joker dreaded being here with every ounce of his soul; he acted like he didn't mind but deep down he wanted out. He was use to so much freedom and to do as he pleased. But in here, he couldn't do any of that. He had to play by others' rules and not his own, which he wasn't dealing with very well either. He was determined to get out because if he didn't, he would surely go crazy. He didn't want to be the crazy talking to his dead mom. It wasn't long before two guards were dragging him to his feet and then down the hall. He glanced at one of the guards; he'd kill him first. After quite a bit of walking, they swung open a door. "New cell?" Joker smiled at the two guards but they didn't reply as they continued to drag him in. As he was dragged in and forced into a chair, his eyes set on a very pretty blonde. Right away that sinful grin crept up onto his face. He heard the door shut behind him. She must be his new shrink. A shrink he certainly would enjoy. Much better than his last one, much better. "Hi." Joker spoke slowly as he sat back, a few moments passing. Letting his eyes examine her before he spoke again. "You are very pretty." Joker watched her expression and or body movement with each word that left his lips. His foot tapped a little as he looked around the room; it was pretty blank. "Well you know my name, now what's yours?" Again, his words were slow but deliberate. This was good; he had a chance to have some fun.</s>

The room smelled bad. Aeris wasn't sure she could even really call it a room. There wasn't anything in it, save for the beautiful Cetra girl. Her green eyes swept the room a few times. She'd even spent a few moments walking the width and breadth. Not a whole lot in the way of room, really. Glass walls lined every side, but they were of an odd make: Aeris could just barely see out. Various scientists wandered the room outside, leaving her little doubt as to where she was. Tseng had found her. Had abducted her, or, well, she'd agreed to go along, to protect Cloud and the others. Even now Aeris's mind drifted toward the handsome blonde SOLDIER, remembering another SOLDIER and his touch. They were so similar, Zack and Cloud. Maybe that was why she'd been so eager to take the blonde as her bodyguard. Maybe that's why she'd gotten wrapped up in this. Not that Shinra had been shy about wanting her: Hojo had been after her for years. And now he has me, she thought, gaze sweeping. There were observation platforms around her, some scientists, not a lot, examining various monitors. She could just barely see them: it was almost as if the stink of the room overpowered everything else. What was that odor? It made Aeris lightheaded, almost wanting to nap. Was that the idea? Get her tired for... whatever Hojo had planned? She could remember what he'd said. Gloating over a Cetra. But ah, the last of her kind, just like the other he'd had on hand. They'd rushed through prep, their motions sloppy. Aeris barely knew science, but she'd been able to glean that much. She could tell when men were rushed, hurried. A lifetime in the slums of Midgar had left the young woman quite savvy to certain things. Savvy enough to realize that Hojo had something planned she would not like. The girl rubbed her arm, frowning. She still wore what she'd had on when they'd found her. The red denim jacket had been reinforced. The light pink dress that sheathed most of her, however, was decidedly less so, though still of a durable fabric. The scant cotton pink undergarments below were a degree less of protection, not that she expected it. Her bracers and her rod were her usual defense, along with a high degree of aptitude for materia. But they'd made sure to strip her of that... though not of the bracers. Aeris had studied her wrist, knew there was nothing there to draw from, but she still had to wonder why. The beautiful Cetra only just understood their plans. Lifestream and Ancients, and access to unrestrained Mako energy. Supposedly Hojo had promised a long term plan.Mix the Cetra blood with the other that is last. Their offspring will be long-lived, and tied to the Lifestream, precisely what we need to establish Shinra for years.Aeris didn't believe that bullshit for a moment: Hojo struck her as a pervert, and she was a pawn in whatever they had planned. And she'd had enough: "If you're going to do something, do it!" she yelled, turning, trying to see how they were properly monitoring her. Through the glass? Through cameras? she almost gagged on the thick air. "Whatever you've put in here sure isn't affecting me like you'd hoped," she pointed out. "Unless you're trying to--" she paused. She thought she'd heard something move. Aeris had been unconscious when they'd put her here; she had no way of knowing how they got her here. Was there a hole in the wall... did they drop in from above?Somethingwas moving, and the flower girl was left wondering what.

Finally. Hojo was ecstatic. The Turks finally proved some worth and delivered him the prime test subject. His last of the remaining Cetra bloodline back under his scope, to poke and prod at his leisure. Or rather that'd be the case if the damned thing could live long enough. So the contingency plan. The subject Red XIII would be mated with Pink XIV so that the combined life of both mother and offspring would ensure all testing come to fruition. All that remained to be seen was whether or not the two species were actually compatible in their mating. Hojo was no fool. Biologically, the chance of test subect RXIII and PXIV was slim. In the name of scientific curiosity however, it wouldn't stop the Professor from trying it anyway. "The gas is a go, sir. We're flooding the chamber now." An assistant informed Hojo from his post, scribbling on his charts and monitoring vitals. From heart rate to blood pressure, Shinra's sensors were the best that gil could buy. "Good! Keep me updated. How's XIII?" He snapped, almost with an impatience, then he raised a finger to the brim of his small glasses and adjusted them before putting the hand behind his back with the other, back slightly arched, staring out at the chamber with an intense focus. "He's on edge, as you might expect. The gas should shift his focus to XIV but it's hard to predict how he'll take to the mating process. He will smell her as a potential mate but appearances will confuse his senses. Ideally we'll overwhelm him with enough pheromones that it won't matter. He'll--" "Hojo! I know you laid out this plan," he said, holding up a hand to stop the assistant. "I don't need a step-by-step. If it goes smoothly, he'll see the Cetra as something to mount and push his sperm into. The trouble will be if the drugs in the gas are enough to keep XIV non-combative. He's feisty little thing." Hojo stopped and pressed a button that tapped into an intercom. "Send XIII in!" In the chamber Aeris was held in place by the floor opening up in a small circular shape and a platform was raised. Red XIII was crouched defensively upon this platform. He was muzzled and a low, instinctual growl rumbled from his throat. The room was thick with the gas and it clouded his senses. Overwhelmed them. His vision shifted in and out of focus and clarity faded in and out. Sound dulled and sharpened. Meanwhile, his nostrils were assaulted by a strong odor that began to affect him almost immediately. A sensation he had not felt... ever? In years? It was familiar yet different. A hunger of sorts. He couldn't see beyond the glass walls or whatever material they were made of, but he could hardly even acknowledge that there was a beyond. He didn't like this limitation. This mind alteration. Prior to this, it had been pain and torment, tests and injections, and now this. This, however, was also the most freedom of movement he had been granted since his capture. After a few seconds, the wolf-beast found the origin of a sharp, enticing scent. It was almost intoxicating. It was... pink. This musty allure that begged him closer, begging him to... His hips lifted and the sheath between his legs twitched as thick, reddish cock began to protrude. So much of this screamed danger and yet this strong, underlying and persistent whisper of fuck echoed beneath it. So he padded curiously forward, toward the object of desire. A voice boomed overhead that only sounded muffled to him. It was Hojo, speaking to Aeris. "Don't play too hard to get now, we wouldn't want to do this thehardway. Thepainfulway." His voiced practically slithered into laughter before the intercom cut-out.</s>

Witness Disney's first Queer Star Firsthand! That's right, we're streaming this weekend with a 24-hour adult-oriented stream. Watch as one of our up-and-coming starlets goes full lesbian! Disney promises that one of our best and brightest will be queer by the end of the stream, and the choice was up to public vote. The starlet of your choice, from our current roster, will be put through a 24-hour process where she is exposed repeatedly to lesbian situations. She will be kissed! She will be fondled! She will sleep with other women! We have gotten two of the Adult Film Industry's best stars to help usher our little favorite into the new world. Both are skilled at helping girls discover their true sexuality and help embrace their wilder side. They will be taking requests throughout the livestream, but our little starlets fate is ultimately up to them. And by popular vote, you picked SABRINA CARPENTER! Winning a whopping 46% of the popular vote, split amongst five candidates, this cute little blonde rocketed to fame playing Maya Heart on Girl Meets World. We watched our little rebel grow and mature into an impressive talent. Able to perform roles both dramatic and comedic, as well as sing, Sabrina is on the path to stardom. Up until now, Sabrina has claimed to be straight and has gone on record as never having a girlfriend. That hasn't stopped her from giggling alongside her costar or from earning a high fanbase among our queer viewers. Sabrina just turned eighteen the day before our stream begins; we gave her a day to celebrate with her friends and family, but her birthday weekend belongs to her fans! And we can confirm: Sabrina is 100% a virgin! That's right, watch her first time live, on camera! Be there ~~ Dear Shyla, You have no doubt seen the above press release regarding the big event we have planned. As agreed, you will be livestreaming with Sabrina Carpenter (18) throughout the duration of 24 hours. You are instructed to use everything within your power to convert Sabrina. By the time this is done, we expect her to admit to being at least bisexual, ideally an outright lesbian. Should you achieve both a confession willingly given from Sabrina herself and offer proof of her new lesbian/bisexual lifestyle, you will be paid a total of $10,000 for the weekend. In addition, the following bonuses will be applied based on the content of the stream: $100 per outfit change, increases with sexuality of outfits $250 to get Sabrina to admit to having a crush on another woman $250 to get Sabrina to say, in some form or fashion Girls are better at sex than boys $250 to get Sabrina to masturbate herself on camera $500 for the first lesbian kiss $500 for first fingering of Sabrina to orgasm $500 to perform oral on Sabrina first $500 to convince Sabrina to do oral $500 to the recipient of Sabrinas first oral $1,000 paid to get Sabrina to climax on camera, $500 for each subsequent orgasm $1,000 paid to make Sabrina squirt on camera (if Sabrinas first orgasm results in her squirting, a sum of $3,000 will be paid), $250 for each subsequent $1,000 for each fetish Sabrina either admits to or discovers while on camera $2,000 for each lasting change Sabrina undergoes during the livestream $5,000 for Sabrinas first penetration on camera $7,500 for Sabrinas anal virginity $7,500 if Sabrina willingly engages in anal $10,000 if double penetration occurs Remember, the goal is to convert Sabrina into a queer lifestyle. Traumatizing her will result in a negative consequence and subsequent lawsuits. We're quite confident we hired the right women for the job. ~~ Sabrina doublechecked her phone, then the address. They had sent her to one of the Disney owned apartment-esque studios on the edge of the city, far from prying eyes. She had been under direct orders to make sure everyone knew exactly where she was (and to some extent what she was doing). According to Disney, Sabrina had won a recent fan poll asking for a new Disney starlet to do a livestream event for Queer awareness. From what Sabrina had gathered, she hadn't only won, but she had won by a large margin, beating the next closest option by like 20% of the vote. The cute little blonde didn't know how to feel about that. At least Disney was giving her an opportunity, what with her show folding and all. She ran a hand through her golden hair, sighing. It could be worse: she still had a record deal, still had some prospects, and Disney promised that if she went through with this, shed be on the books for at least a movie deal, if not another television show. Didn't make her less nervous, particularly with the orders. Don't dress up for it? she asked as she knocked on the door, double-checking. A pair of loose sweats covered her petite lower half, with a worn t-shirt covering her top. She'd been instructed to bring along materials for makeup and hair, though she'd also been told to arrive already with it styled after a popular shoot. Supposedly they'd have outfits on site for her? Sabrina had also been told shed meet her costars soon enough. She also had all the required materials on her: her driver's license, a record from her doctor proving her to not only be clean, but also a virgin, and some stuff for an overnight bag. Weird combo, and Sabrina was starting to suspect something sneaky, but, well She shrugged. Not like she had a choice. Her parents had signed the contract, seemingly not realizing that it would affect Sabrina the moment she turned eighteen. She'd barely celebrated before finding out her birthday weekend had been planned for her already. She was just updating her presence on her phone, double-checking and signing in to a few apps, when the door opened. Hey, she said, raising a hand and waving, "I guess the star is here or something?" she let out a wry laugh, fighting the urge to roll her eyes.

Shyla Jennings studied herself critically in the floor-length mirror one last time. The petite, brunette porn star was dressed casually in a simple white tank top and a worn pair of jeans. It was the kind of not particularly revealing, everyday outfit that you wouldn't glance twice at on a regular girl. Shyla had picked the pieces carefully, however, and the thin shirt shamelessly highlighted her bra-less, but still perky, B cup breasts while the impossibly tight jeans wrapped the curves of her ass and legs like a pair of denim leggings. Instead of hiding, the clothes accentuated her tempting body and made it so you couldn't help but imagine what lay beneath. A decorative pair of black heels raised Shyla's 5'2 frame up a couple inches and served as a sexy exclamation point to the casual outfit. It was a classic demure-yet-dirty look for Shyla, known for her "too cute for porn" face that similarly hid a filthy and depraved mind that had won her two AVN Lesbian Performer of the Year awards. "That's the one! In fact, you look so delicious I may have to strip you back down before she gets here!" purred Megan Carter, the tall blonde who had been unabashedly watching Shyla try on outfits for the last half hour.Megan was the Disney exec that had hired Shyla and set up this unique and potentially lucrative opportunity. And what an opportunity it was! Shyla still couldn't believe this was happening, let alone that she was getting paid for this "work". When she'd first received the email she had assumed it was a prank, but Megan's call later that day had made her want to pinch herself to make sure it wasn't a dream instead! Megan had explained that Disney needed a gay star for marketing purposes and that the young Sabrina Carpenter had been overwhelmingly picked as the fan favorite to fill the role. The only problem, of course, was that Sabrina wasn't gay... yet. A big company like Disney gets what it wants and that is where Shyla came into the picture. Based on her impeccable girl-on-girl credentials in the adult film sector, Megan had championed Shyla internally at Disney to be the sexual preference conversion consultant they should hire to get Sabrina prepped for her new brand image. In other words, Shyla was getting paid to turn Sabrina into a pussy devouring lesbian slut. "I'm not getting paid to fuck you, Megan," Shyla said with a wink at Megan through the mirror. With a satisfied nod, the brunette spun and flashed Megan one of her brilliant smiles as she struck a mocking model pose with one hand on her cocked hip. "But don't worry, instead of my videos you'll have plenty of real memories for finger-fucking material to get yourself off with when I'm through with her. Who knows, if you are a good girl I may even need your hands on help today..." Megan had made it clear that her "researching" Shyla's credentials had really meant she was an avid fan that frequently masturbated to Shyla's videos. The older woman had barely been able to keep her hands off Shyla as she'd helped the porn starlet pick an appropriate outfit. Shyla had in turn been exceptionally cruel by teasing Megan with her almost naked body while trying on different clothing. Truth be told, the Disney exec was a striking woman and getting her involved and undressed was definitely something Shyla was hoping to orchestrate. Megan was 5'8" tall, blonde haired and blue eyed, and had a slender frame that still managed to carry what appeared to be impressive C cup breasts. Wearing a long, sleeveless and halter top dress that hugged her curves, she was definitely more dressed up than Shyla and had spent extra time on her hair and makeup in what was no doubt an effort to impress her favorite porn star. "Of...of course, I didn't mean I expected you to... but if you need my help I'd love to... and yes, Sabrina is the priority for me as well," Megan stammered, flushing slightly in a mix of enthusiasm and embarrassment as she tried to gauge if Shyla was teasing her or serious in her invitation to help. Just then, there was a timid knock at the door that caused both women to grin eagerly at each other. Shyla motioned Megan to follow her and opened the front door with one of her trademark smiles as she turned on all her ample charm and cuteness. "Oh my god, Sabrina fucking Carpenter!" Shyla exclaimed, her voice pitching high in excitement. It was always better to play to the celebrity's ego and appearing to be another awestruck fan, which in this case Shyla truly was, was a role designed to make Sabrina feel comfortable. Based what Megan had shared, Sabrina had no idea what was in store for her today, but had some inkling that this livestream "interview" might be a bit salacious and was likely nervous. "I'm Shyla Jennings and I am aHUGEfan... and by the way, Happy BIRTHDAY!" Shyla continued, still all smiles as she reached out to give the petite singer a warm hug before inviting her inside. In person, Sabrina was even smaller than Shyla had imagined and she found herself in the rare situation of staring down at the 5' tall singer. The girl's hair and makeup were already done, and her face was as elfin and cute in person as it appeared on TV, but from the neck down Sabrina had arrived dressed super casually. As Megan stepped forward to greet Sabrina, Shyla let her eyes wander down the girl's body in a frustrated effort to get an inkling of the starlet's curves through the baggy t-shirt and sweat pants. Despite being petite, it did look like Sabrina had a nice bubble butt and Shyla wet her lips as she trying to size it up. Oops, did Sabrina just catch her staring at her ass? "Well thanks SOOO much for agreeing to be on my show," Shyla said, reaching out to grab one of Sabrina's hands with both of hers. Leading the girl, she walked through the large, studio style apartment towards the clothes racks in the back corner. The one main room had a large sectional couch at one end with a camera mounted on a tripod before it, while the other end had a plush King sized bed. "It's called Celebrity Jack and Jill we are a very pro-LGBTQ+ program that I've been doing for a year now. I've had a number of celebrity guests, but honestly, I think our program today is going to be best one yet. We are going to have SOOO much fun!" Shyla motioned towards the clothing rack which had a huge array of outfits, all supposedly sized for Sabrina's measurements already, ranging from full dresses, to tube tops, blouses, mini skirts, bikinis, leather pants, and even lingerie. "One fun part of my show is we get to do a lot of outfit changes! Now, let's get something for you to slip into for the first segment, which is going to be the interview... nothing too crazy, maybe a cute little sun dress or something casual? What do you prefer Sabrina?"</s>

The Intersection of Heart and Stomach BurdgeBug Viktoff Samson Tables lined a wall with many different faces and alcoholic beverages adorning the spaces above and on said tables. The very sound of drunken social delights had been heartwarming to contrast the dark and cloudy night sky outside. Despite wearing a smile as he readied up a serving platter with glass mugs, Koji was most certainly not awake or excited. Truth be told, the darkness beneath his green eyes grew as he humbly worked his way into a second shift right after his first one. He could summon a laugh in response to a joke a human made behind him, but the agitation of a tired and hungry beast swelled beneath the surface. How he managed to keep himself under control was beyond him. These years spent working for Hayato must have changed him. Hayato."That old bastard..."Koji thought to himself as he finished filling the final mug and headed towards a table. As grateful Koji was that Hayato was so kind to a street urchin like himself, making Koji put up with humans for what had already been ten hours was quite the stretch. He'd honestly rather be ripping apart Hayato's enemies and biting into their putrid flesh. Even fighting doves without sleep was far more palatable than this. Nobody ever accused Koji of disliking humans, but it certainly tried his patience. In any case, these faces were ones Koji would never get to know if it weren't for Hayato. The wavy brown haired ghoul just wished the old man was a little less aloof about these matters. And in almost no time at all, Koji couldn't think about anything he previously mulled over. His mind was renewed and a sinister smile etched across his face. Just as he finished serving a table across the bar, he noticed a particular young man that he's known for a week or two. And what really caught Koji's attention was the woman talking to him. This busy bee couldn't trust that poorly dressed sorry excuse for a man's wretched stench. It almost made him sick. And with a aigh, Koji let it go for now and resumed his various job-related chores.

Tokyo was definitely a beautiful sight to behold, and Beth instantly knew she'd made the right choice. Of course, she assumed Italy and England were just as wonderful in their own right, but she'd always been fascinated with Asian culture, and Japan was no exception. So she signed up to study abroad for the entire first semester of her sophomore year. She wasn't alone, either; a handful of her close friends and fellow classmates who were also art majors joined her. Whenever they weren't all busting their backsides in the classrooms, they were out among the vast city and enjoying all that it had to offer. And so it was that the small clique found themselves in a quaint pub towards downtown Tokyo. Dull vibrations of blaring music could be heard from a nightclub just next door, and vibrant lights from the adjacent buildings filtered in through the glass windows. Boisterous laughter echoed off the walls as the many patrons of the pub enjoyed their liquor with flushed cheeks and wide grins. Beth and her friends were no exception; after downing another shot of tequila, the young woman looked up through glazed-over eyes to see a man approaching their table. It didn't take long for him to convince her to join him in the nightclub next door due to the alcohol clouding her judgment and the fact that this stranger was quite the looker. Beth wasn't a heavy drinker, and when she did partake in it, she was normally responsible. But it was the weekend and they were through with midterms. A celebration was in order. She clumsily followed her suitor out of the pub and into a narrow alleyway. The pounding music of the club was more prominent and nearly ruptured her eardrums in her stupor. Despite this, however, she could sense that something wasn't quite right. The air seemed far colder than it had seconds ago, and the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end. Before she could question it, a sharp gasp escaped from Beth's parted, pink lips. The man had grasped her fish tail braid tightly and yanked hard on the golden strands of hair. Pain shot through her scalp as she was dragged backwards and up against the brick wall. She had every intention of screaming but it seemed that her assailant had predicted it, clamping a hand over her mouth. Beth began to hyperventilate as tears pricked her hazel eyes. Hush now, he growled in a low voice while a predatory gleam soon appeared in his golden irises. I've never had a foreigner before. With that, he extended his tongue and slid the muscle along the prominent vein in her throat before stretching his mouth wide open and tearing into the flesh.</s>

Ever since she was a little girl, Emily always dreamed of going place to place to see the world and all the Pokemon in it. She use to spend hours reading about each and every Pokemon she could get her hands on and watching countless hours of Pokemon battles and documentaries on TV. The idea of one day owning her own Pokemon and travelling from region to region to seeing all that the world had to offer was exciting and something she hoped to one day be able to do. That was what made the day she graduated from school one of the best days of her life. Emily had graduated as one of the school's top students, and her mother gave her a very special present for doing so well and making her so proud. It was a present wrapped in red wrapping paper and a white bow on top, and inside of it was a little red-and-white pokeball. The ball had opened up after a few seconds on its own, and out of it came a little Growlithe puppy with a little red bow around her neck, yapping excitedly and nearly jumping onto Emily the second the little puppy saw her. Emily tried not to scream in pure delight at the sight of the little Growlithe as it leaped into her arms the moment she opened them wide to her. She spent the whole day playing with her new little Growlithe and found them both to be quick friends. At one point, the little Growlithe slipped and fell on her clumsy little paws, and a little flame burst from her maw. After a little giggle, Emily had decided to name her new best friend for life, Blaze. In the middle of the night, as Emily was falling asleep, she could hear the sound of a little panting beast approaching her bed. Before she knew it, the little puff ball had jumped up on her bed and curled up beside her. Her new friend was warm like a gentle fire and the feeling of fur against her as she lay in bed made her feel so safe and comfortable that it was easy for her to fall asleep. It was by far the best rest she'd gotten in a long time. The next morning came as an even bigger surprise when her mother greeted her with breakfast and a packed bag for her after she got woken up by a couple of eager licks to her cheek. That was when her mother smiled proudly down at her daughter and a eager Blaze with tears welling up in her eyes as she told her it was time her little girl got to fulfill her dreams. Emily almost couldn't believe what her mother was telling her, but she got up and hugged her mother tightly with tears in her own eyes. She spent the whole morning with her mother before grabbing the packed back and starting her journey. Her mother had packed her enough to get her started: five pokeballs, pokefood, potions, antidotes, snacks, personal hygiene products for both herself and Blaze, several changes of clothing, and enough money to get her started. That was the beginning of her journey. She went from place to place, seeing countless pokemon and meeting just as many people. She won battles and lost some, but Blaze was always eager to accept any challenge thrown her way. Emily never put Blaze away in her pokeball unless she had to due to the fact she didn't have the heart to put Blaze away when she looked so happy to run around and see the world with her trainer. It took her by surprise one day, when the little Growlithe returned to her with a fire stone in her jaws with her tail wagging excitedly before evolving right there before her into the massive companion she had now. Blaze had been strong before, but now the newly evolved Arcanine never seemed to lose a challenge thrown her way and soon enough, Emily had enough money to be set for the rest of her journey and then some. The Arcanine was still her sweet and energetic Blaze, seeming to forget about her new size and often knocking Emily down whenever she pounced on her, but Emily simply laughed and let Blaze lick her face until her heart was content. Emily managed to snag a few other Pokemon like her that she took good care for and played with on her way through her journey, but Arcanine was always her number one. She ended up with a Elekid who eventually evolved into an Electabuzz, she hoped to evolve into a Electrive when the opportunity showed itself. as well as a Magikarp who evolved into a mighty Garados. Most recently, she had managed to capture a male Nidoran who quickly evolved into a Nidorino that she hoped to evolve into a Nidoking once he had became stronger and learned a few special moves. However, there was something else in her sights for the moment. After winning a recent battle, a trainer told her she could find some pretty great Pokemon to help fill her missing slots in the nearby forest. Some even said there was a pretty strong Zoroark there, but no one has been able to find him and catch him due to his ability to turn into anything and anyone. Emily had never seen a Zoroark in person and would give anything to have one on her team. Another powerful Pokemon could very well even help her beat the Elite Four one day! Needless to say, Emily headed there as soon as her Pokemon rested and given the attention they deserved. However, the chances of her finding said Zoroark seemed nearly impossible. Emily did manage to capture a little Rufflet in the meantime, but decided to save her final spot for the Zoroark she had heard so much about. The forest was thick however, and no matter how long she looked, she hadn't even seen a sign of its existence, even Blaze with her excellent nose couldn't seem to track it. Emily began to suspect that the trainer had given her false information and decided to set up camp since it was getting late. After setting up the tent, Blaze used her breath to light a campfire from the bundle of sticks she had gathered before curling up behind to tired Emily to keep her upper body propped up off the ground. The search had made her rather tired. Her long auburn hair was slightly disheveled by still had its natural curls and waves that seemed to catch the eye of her follow trainers. Her eyes were emerald green and full of tiredness from the day. Her skin was lightly tanned from her journey, but still looked soft and flawless from what was shown. Her black tank top showed off a good bit of her upper body, allowing her well-developed breasts to be seen without effort along with the curves of her body. Her white, slightly dirty, shorts allowed her firm, plump rear to be in shown off as well as her plush thighs while her black boots reached up to her knees. Emily pulled a berry out of her bag and let Blaze get it out of her hand before laying her head on the fluff of her best friend's body before dozing off with the heat of the camp fire and her best friend to comfort her.

During the day, before the established but growing trainer Emily would make her way to the forest, a different battle could be heard deep within the woods shrouded by distance and the shade of the leaves. The unmistakable shape of an illustrious and beautiful female espeon and her male trainer could be seen as they begin combat with an unusual wild pokemon for this area. Though the fight could just barely be seen by even the most sharpest trainers on the planet, the discernable sounds of this encounter would be quite concerning for all beings who knew the language and understood the names and attacks involved. "Toxicroak!" "Espeon, use Psychic!" And just as the instruction was uttered the purple blast escaped the gorgeous shape before being completely deleted upon reaching what sounded like a wild Toxicroak, a Poison/Fighting type pokemon. "Wh-what?! That was a direct hit! You're not immune to psychic attacks!" The trainer declared with an explanation. It would appear he was shocked as he was so certain this would be an easy fight for his prized Psychic evolution of the crowd favorite: Eevee. The shape of the wild pokemon extended its long arm toward both the trainer and his Espeon. "Croooak!" Came another guttural sound before a pulsing black attack launched from him to send the trainer flying backwards clear out of the scene and the busty unmistakable Espeon's slapped into a tree from a powerful super effective hit. Even though most trainers and pokemon generally escaped with their lives from such encounters, and even though they approached this wild pokemon instead of the other way around, it would appear the wild pokemon had its own ideas about a prize he should claim for the trouble. The shape of what could have been a Toxicroak with a questionable move set had shifted into that of a monstrously large human-like pokemon. The shape could have been attributed to a pokemon like Lucario, though its large mane of hair suggested otherwise. Either way, what happened next was unmistakable as this wild pokemon approached the unquestionably fainted Espeon before crouching over her. While some less creative minds may have suggested the movements seen were the acts of a nefarious Dark type pokemon scanning the Espeon for a held item to pilfer, a more perverse mind would be far more accurate to claim that the wild pokemon was fondling and licking the Espeon in unconcerned foreplay. And the shift of positions and sounds to follow would entirely confirm this theory as grunts from the wild pokemon, soft sounds from the unconscious Espeon and very lewd noises could clearly be heard. They were breeding beyond a shadow of a doubt. Even though the trainer would be leaving with a fainted and thoroughly bred Espeon, and several exaggerated tales of this very true event, no one was permanently wounded or killed. And stories like this were gathered as this obscenely powerful pokemon was spoken about locally by female trainers and anyone with exceptionally beautiful female pokemon found themselves trading their tales of their encounters with either a strange hauntingly handsome man who wouldn't utter a sound or a powerful pokemon who seduced or molested their own pokemon. In any case, the tales that held any significance evidence-wise directly suggested this beast would most certainly be an unfairly overleveled Zoroark who was improperly released by some ace master trainer. Though some information wouldn't quite line up, like the Zoroark having mated and fathered eggs with females outside of his proposedly known egg group, and itself taking on a human form and keeping it's illusion up after taking on a direct hit, these were often considered hoax stories. At times there were reasonable means to discern these "hoax stories" as local trainers trying to pass off a mundane egg as the offspring of this mighty legendary Zoroark that preyed in the nearby forest in order to catch a better trade for the egg. Other times local young women who shared stories about finding this speechless male that rocked their world with a full night of passionate and forceful sex had been accused of simply being lonely and telling tall tales after a spree of months without lovers. In any case, the advice to search the forest for this Zoroark was founded on true stories. Though, it was likely that the young man who directed Emily this way had nefarious intentions to get more info on the Zoroark after the silent man of myth had his way with the physically gifted young woman. The odds of a female lasting a night in the woods alone unmolested by this menace seemed to be about 50/50 anyway and the Zoroark tales definitely lined up quite well with Emily's looker of an Arcanine as her best friend who would be with her. No bodies or serious wounds coming out of the forest could be traced back to the mysterious cretin. So, in any case, the young man probably justified his selfish deception with either Emily having a sexually gratifying night or getting an egg of a potent pokemon in the process. Rape wasn't a pleasant concept, but the tales spun by women who left the forest rarely painted this as anything other than a world-altering experience. Even if it would seem scary and violent. The sun set and Emily and her trusty Arcanine had snuggled up for the night. To hug a warm and loyal pokemon like Arcanine before falling asleep marked Emily as a lucky girl. The body of Arcanine gave off the most excellent heat, and they were often attributed as the most trustworthy companions of the pokemon world. Sharp senses and a bond that could never be broken, with the power to dominate fights with any wild common pokemon to boot. There wasn't a safer place than laying beside such marvelous beasts known as Arcanine. And to their credit, the wild Zoroark admired them from afar for this very reason. Only one thing beat the sight of beautiful women and female pokemon, and it was the rarest moments that brought an unrivaled warmth into the heart of this sex machine of a Zoroark. And with this warmth, his imposter illusion ability would be triggered. Leading him flawlessly into countless wonderful heated encounters with the opposite sex before, the ability took his budding warmth in his heart and made him shift into the sharp unmistakable shape of a primal and bulky male Arcanine. His white fur around his torso flowing with the wind. With his proximity to the girls, his male Arcanine mating scent soaked over their campsite. Likely being found by Blaze's nose that wouldn't fail to discover if anything was out of place while Emily's human nose likely wasn't able to discern this scent from the smell of her companion. As part of his plan, Zoroark wanted to catch Blaze's attention after Emily had nodded off to a slumber. Being a pokemon who understood people and their pokemon well enough, Zoroark assumed that the loyal female Arcanine lacked the tenacity and callousness to awaken her trainer in the middle of a peaceful sleep. He'd await any response calmly a fair distance away as the male Arcanine increased the distance slowly over time.</s>

When Naruto approached him about learning a new jutsu that Jiraya alluded to existing, Shikamaru was skeptical. After all, it was supposedly a genjutsu and neither of them were exactly pros in that field. After an hour of struggle, they finally gave up, guessing that nothing had really come of it. He supposed there were worse ways to waste an afternoon though. Now he was lounging in the lobby of the Hokage's office. The Hokage had asked Shikamaru to debrief Sakura on their latest mission that she was just getting back from. It was a job he was used to and it was easy enough so now he just had to wait for Sakura to arrive.

While, at a glance, it appeared nothing happened to the two young men... well, the reality was far different. Standing in the presence of either of them for any length of time would cause a rather potent shift, something that neither Shikamaru nor Naruto were aware of at the moment. The door to the office opened, quickly revealing the illustrious Sakura Haruno herself. The kunoichi was easily among the most attractive in the village, her silky pink locks blown by the breeze until the door shut behind her. The curvaceous young woman was dressed in her usual red tunic and dark shorts, the curves of her bust and backside being framed nicely in the tight fabric. "Oh, Shikamaru. You handling debriefing this time?" she asked, giving him the once over. Something in the air felt... different.</s>

1. The Forgotten First Time

Nick Clark finding booze despite being underage was nothing out of the norm - it was especially normal when he found himself paired with one Marley Scott, a beautiful girl that he had met during his fist year of high school when they shared a low-level arts class together. Ever since then their friendship had blossomed and grown in to possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him. Over a year later and they were still spending a vast majority of their time together. Like most teenagers, fifteen year olds especially, they were a little reckless and rebellious. They would sneak out, smoke weed, and drink much more often than they probably should. Today was one of those times. While usually Marley would sneak over to his place, nowadays she was with a foster mom who couldn't give a flying fuck about anything but the paycheck she was getting. Therefore, it was much simpler for Nick to sneak out of his own place and come for a visit. It was a Friday night and no one would even notice he was gone as long as he woke up early enough to wander back home before anyone got suspicious (so, not until noon basically). They had grabbed a bottle of Marley's new "mom"s whiskey and chased it with pepsi until they were so drunk they could barely even see straight. Thatwas the point that they had started kissing each other. Considering the fact that he had been in to her since they met, Nick was in no position to stop her when she climbed on to his lap. It was innocent enough for a while until she had started grinding her hips against him which, as a fifteen year old and a virgin still, immediately had him growing hard. At that point he had been unable to stop himself from grabbing at her, fondling her ass and her breasts, touching her every where else that he could. After a while he had even pushed her just slightly off of his body so that he could undo his pants and get a more intimate contact between their bodies. While he did keep his boxers on still, it was one less layer between them.</s>

Moving to the Kanto region had been a big change, but Lillie needed it. She needed to move on from Alola because she was never going to reach her full potential when she didn't need to push herself. Over the last few years she had tried to keep in contact with her friends back home but time and distance had taken its toll. Slowly everyone had grown apart, so naturally that Lillie didn't even realize she hadn't talked to Moon recently until it had been over a month. It was part of growing up and moving on she supposed, but at the same time that one day she was going to return home. All she could hope for was that those she had left behind would be well - grown up and matured but still at their essence the people she had loved. Five years was a long time, though. Lillie herself had grown up and wasn't a kid any more. She wasn't as timid as she had been before - she had grown in to herself as a person and as a trainer. Though she never followed in her best friend's footsteps, never became a champion, she learned what it felt like to be her own person and to put trust in her instincts and her Pokemon. So why was she feeling nervous now? Sitting in a chair at a Pokemon center she waited, just waited. Her heart raced, pulse so strong she swore that other people might have been able to see it. Talking to Hau had been easy but Moon? The mere thought had the blonde flustered and nervous. Hau and her spent about an hour catching up before he had asked the question she had both ached for and dreaded - "Have you got in touch with Moon, or should I go grab her?" He had left not too long ago; though he had offered to take Lillie along with him she had elected to stay where she was, take the time to build up her courage and get over her nervousness. It wasn't that she thought that Moon would be upset or angry or in any way negative towards her, she couldn't explain why she was so flustered at all. Every time the door opened she was put on high alert, green eyes scanning over whoever entered. Any time now the person she was waiting for could come in, and Lillie was both thrilled and terrified.

Alola's Pokemon League Champion racing through the streets of Hau'oli City certainly wasn't a common sight, and as Moon dashed towards the Pokemon center heads turned to follow her, a mix of surprised and admiration scattered across the various ages of passersby. Those people's opinions were the last things Moon was thinking about. Her mind was a jumbled mess of sporadic thoughts as she ran, the wind whipping through her shoulder-length black hair. Lillie was back! She could still hardly believe it, yet Hau insisted it was true when he'd come to tell her. If this was his idea of a joke, he was gonna get a stern smack on the back of the head when she next saw him. It had been so long since she'd last seen her friend. So long even since they'd last been in touch. Sure they were older and had their own things to do - Lillie had been off on her own journey of independence while Moon had been exhaustingly busy being the League champion. She'd always thought it would be a cushy job, just sitting around waiting for challengers; but it turned out there was a lot more involved, especially for a young teenager having only just finished her island challenge. Still she'd persevered, and it had paid off, she was an icon looked up to by so many young trainers and it warmed her heart to know she had their admiration, but lately it had just been souring. Excitement had been the primary emotion that filled her on the run here from the Professor's lab, but by the time the red roof of the Pokemon center loomed in the distance, she felt a mix of nervousness and dread sink in. It really had been a long time and she had no doubt Lillie would have changed from the shy, timid girl who sailed away that day. And yet, there Moon was, still the Pokemon League Champion. Would Lillie be disappointed that she was the exact same girl from years ago? She hadn't changed at all in her own eyes, other than perhaps gained a bit of confidence and maybe some extra skill as a trainer, but those were nothing to write home about. Her body had matured too, that much was obvious from just a glance at her arguably revealing outfit of a floral aquamarine, Alolan styled tube top which showed off an ample amount of her slim, tanned navel; and a long, breezy skirt which fluttered around her right leg while leaving a long slit up the opposite one, exposing her thigh. This kind of outfit would probably be considered inappropriate to just wander around in back in Kanto, but here in Alola where half the population seemed to walk around in swimsuits most of the day, it was perfectly acceptable. Her nerves and excitement were still warring with one another when she finally reached the Pokemon center, her face flushed from the run and her hair a mess from the sea wind whipping through it. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath, and a few droplets of sweat glistened faintly on her skin. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside through the automatic glass doors, and the moment her eyes fell upon Lillie, her nervousness decided to win out. The instant she'd laid eyes upon Lillie, all those old feelings she'd felt for the girl came flooding back. Affection, adoration, love even. While she'd been gone, Moon had tried to convince herself that the feelings she'd felt towards Lillie were just a schoolgirl crush, and the heartbreak she'd felt when Lillie had left was normal when a friend was going away; but that attraction came rushing back the moment she immediately recognized the girl sitting on one of the seats. Blue eyes met green, and she willed herself to close the distance. "Alola," she finally said when she stopped in front of the blonde, a warm smile on her lips as she gave her the traditional Alolan wave. A moment later those emotions of raw friendship overpowered everything else she was feeling, and a small giggle slipped out of her before she threw her arms around Lillie in a painfully tight hug. "I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed, her words slightly muffled into the girl's shoulder as she held her dearly while trying to blink away the moisture in her eyes. She didn't know where the sudden tears came from, but it was all so real and genuine that she didn't want the moment to end.</s>

Sabrina L. Phoenix is exploring around the region of Kalos, seeking out new places, even though she's only 20 years old. She recently became the new champion of the Kalos League and often overwhelms her opponents with her strategies. Travelling alongside her is her signature Pokmon, a female Zoroark named Illusion, whom she has had by her side for at least ten years.

Illusion was a beautiful Zoroak who had served her master Sabrina loyally for ten years. She had a slender body and double D breasts which were hidden under her fur. She stretched as she walked beside Sabrina, then smiled as she said in her soft flirty tone, "So Champion, what do you wanna do today? Hunt down these legendary Pokemon we heard so much about or tackle the Battle Chatal? Or do you just want to spend the day relaxing? I don't think we're far from that lovely spot we relaxed at for a few days before the league started. You remember all the things we got up to there?"</s>

It was supposed to finally come to an end, or so rumors had hinted as much. The Prohibition Era had been one of the most frustrating time-frames, particularly for the mafia families spread throughout the United States. While booze was the main thing that authorities had their eyes on, it was by no means the only things that could be confiscated if one wasn't careful. Drugs, weapons, trafficking, brothels, and many more popular vices that people tended to indulge in. With the Vanetti, Orco, and Galassia families having steadily fallen apart, new ones rose in its place. Just as empires rise and fall, now was no exception. Although the Veleno Familigia had most of its members linked by blood, there were a good number who were taken in after proving themselves to the don. One of these such individuals was Pat Hunter, whom was viewed as something of a prodigy given they were also the youngest Veleno member; still barely seventeen, and yet possessing years worth of skills. Particularly in their aim with a firearm. It was always a sight for the more experienced and older mafia members to behold, question, and admire all at once. And indeed, quite a few had tried to pry and ask for how Pat had gained such skills. Most were given a rather curt reply along the lines of "Just be glad someone here has them". Some accepted and agreed that was true. Others, naturally, didn't take too well to it. But even those who weren't overly fond of the lip they received from the young teen never dared to act on their reactions, if only to avoid incurring the wrath of their own leader. There was, of course, a reason for these responses. It was just one of those things that no one needed to know. So, Pat ensured to keep it from everyone, even the don, despite it being a risky gesture. Naturally, a lot of people had asked their leader why they were fine being out of the loop. "Don't you know they're holding some shit back from you?!" "Of course. But if it were important enough, I'd extract that information myself." Marco Veleno waved his hand through the air, dismissing the matter. "Go get Pat and some of the others. It's almost nearing time to meet up with the other Familigia in the neutral ground and get our supplies." A scoff was the first response, but no further arguments were offered. Within minutes, Pat and three other men walked into the don's office, wearing expectant expressions. "It's almost time, as I'm sure you all know," Marco stated, waiting until everyone gave some affirmative gesture or reply. Then he looked over towards one of the more familiar faces to him, someone who had been in the Veleno Familigia much longer than Pat. It was his eldest son, born from his own flesh and blood. "Alessandro? Are the women ready for transport?" "As is the booze, yes." "Good. Leonardo and Pat? Go grab the liquor. Alessandro and Lucas? Go get the women." All four nodded, though it didn't escape anyone that Pat looked less than pleased. Thankfully, everyone would stay quiet until they were out of ear shot. Then and only at that moment did Leonardo speak up, "Really not fond of selling them out, are ya?" "No. That can be done with them still having their freedom intact," Marco replied. "So the fuck are you doing with us then? You knew when you joined up, didn't you?" Leaning down, the young man grabbed one of the barrels of liquor and started carrying it away. An irritated scoff passed Leonardo's lips as he muttered a few words under his breath. Still, he knew they were all pressed for time, and now wasn't the best moment to begin a major argument. Minutes later, the other two Veleno members would arrive, with a dozen females walking in an eerily calm fashion behind the men. Whether they had simply accepted their fates or had them beaten into them was anyone's guess. "Alright! Off we go!" Pat would be in the back, with Alessandro driving the van. The engine roared and slowly - but very surely - the vehicle headed to the 'neutral ground' the don had spoken of. An abandoned cinema. Since it had been shut down for a few years, it wasn't under the normally watchful eyes of the police, and thus made these exchanges easier to comply with.

Around the same time at the Salvatori Warehouse It was all true; with the Vanettis wiped out to nearly extinction, the Orcos disbanded, and the Galassias moved on, two families seized the opportunity to rise to power in Lawless, Illinois. One would be the Veleno and the other, Salvatori. They had not wanted their growing empires to collapse in the same fashions that their predecessors suffered, so Don Marco Veleno andDon Albert Salvatorifounded a sort of peace treaty where both profit off the people's habits without stepping on each other's toes. Lawless Heaven was still the crowned jewel, the ultimate whiskey, and its most sought after recipe sold to the Veleno from an anonymous seller. The booze trade belonged to them as well as a quarter of the women in the city who operate the brothels. What was left in the market was run by Don Albert; not a man in the city could get his hands on a gun or even an ounce of cocaine without his knowledge. An arguable claim. To compete with Lawless Heaven, the Salvatori hustled the purest cocaine, known as Chicago Snow. A crew of six men stashed the drugs in crates the size of gas ranges and on top was a wooden piece with a false bottom filled with soft hay and empty glass jars. The false bottom trick proved useful if ever stopped by the cops or to divert unwanted attention. It was how the family transported all their goods. Three more crates held the same packages of Chicago Snow with empty jars on top and two more crates in equal size contained revolvers and four new Tommy guns. Among the crew wasAndreas Russoand a tragic past was how he came onto the Salvatori family. He'd been orphaned at a young age and as a dear friend of the family, Don Albert and his wife, Lady Rosalina, adopted him as their own. Every day he worked harder than others in the family to live up to their expectations. Since being chosen to be the next don without a drop of Salvatori blood, Andreas had a lot to prove. He often received backlash for Don Albert's decision especially from his cousin Antonio who would also be on the crew for today's arrangements. The two lifted the heavy gun crates and loaded them into the back of the box truck. Paolo and Tomas were inside to receive the shipment, using their brawn to push the crates further in and chain them down. With the group effort, they were packed up by 11:00 AM and ready with Paolo and Tomas remaining in the rear for unloading time, Manny would drive, Stefano rode shotgun, and Antonio and Andreas were in Antonio's black Rolls Royce as the blocker car for security. June 11th, 1933 11:17 AM Abandoned Odyssey Theater "If we have to wait on them, then they're late. That's that. And don't expect him to say anything about it." Antonio gestured to Andreas over his shoulder with a sharp thumb as he conversed with the men. Everyone had been huddled beside the truck in their usual spot for the trade off behind the building. There was a place where the dumpsters were located that served as an ideal blind spot. "I'll tell'em. I got things to do on a peaceful Sunday like this, you know." Meanwhile, Andreas had finished the last of his smoke before approaching the others. His face held little emotion despite the irritation that bullied him. There was no arguing with his older cousin when he was like this. Paolo had a softer side for Andreas, "Hey birthday boy, I hear the Don's letting you get first pick on an escort when they get here. Yeah, I even heard him say this is the finest batch we'll ever get and he paid top dollar." Today was his 18th birthday and Andreas remembered the conversation with Don Albert well. In fact, he had said, "You don't have many friends your own age and I never see you with female company. Are you still a virgin? We'll fix that. I insist, Andreas! You're at the cusp of your manhood, surely this will bring you over. Just relax, son. I'll arrange everything for you!" "Yeah, he mentioned it. A whole day with her in a hotel suite on fifth." Andreas answered. The jealousy was apparent on each man's face but he did not share their enthusiasm. Then they all spoke up at once, giving him tips for his first time. Antonio would rather share his own experiences that he accomplished in his early teens and said he thought Andreas was not interested in women at all. "No, no, it's not like that at all. I just... wanted things to happen more naturally." "Such a romantic." Antonio teased and rolled his eyes. "Wait, sounds like they're here." And Andreas straightened the creases out of his white coat and brushed off any lint. "It's about damn time."</s>

Deep in the recesses of the Emerald Forest, a secret facility was in place. Team RWBY, a recently put together group of huntresses, had just managed to pass the Emerald Forest trial, but they were not ready for when Roman Torchwick laid out a clever trap. The team was gathered up, disarmed, and bound before being transported later that day to a fortress in the forest. No one should have been able to find them. Torchwick had their weapons taken, possibly destroyed. This was when, ultimately, a hero was sent to find them. The woman was named Sapphire, a young woman with long blue hair, a cool in control behavior, and no connection to Beacon or Ozpin. She simply wandered the world of Remnant as a vagrant huntress. She was moving along the forest on a whim, cutting down grimm on her rather 'enthusiastic walk' through the dangerous grimm, when she saw the facility built inside the fortress. Sapphire blinked. "What's this?" She saw guards outside, heavily armed, but her curiosity was far too high to resist. 100 or so heavily armed guards later, the sexy mature huntress with her hourglass figure and tightly bound blue and white one-piece suit with blue embroidery around the neckline cuffs and pant legs had managed to work her way up through the facility. She saw two solid doors in the depths she had wandered through the forest, there were bars on the door windows, and she crept in close peeking into both of them.

Deep within the forest, within the bunker-like fortress that led into a large, more appropriate one, deep in the deepest confines of cells they had, in the last cells down at the end of the hall, a door each gave way to the small rooms where team RWBY was being held. On the right cell, two young girls - one clearly younger than the other, were held. One was a pale girl with silver eyes that stared frustrated at the wall, her hair short and black that faded into a reddish-brown at the tips. This younger girl was thin and petite - or more like scrawny and awkward if anything, and she was dressed in a long sleeve, short skirted sort of black dress with red ruffles, tightly fastened at the waist by a black corset with red lace that ended just under her rather small chest. Black pantyhose disappeared into black boots with red lace, matching the rest of her attire, and finally a red cloak with a hood was draped around her neck, fastened by two silver cross shaped buttons to her chest - above her tiny breasts that were clearly not developed yet. Currently the girl was sitting on her heels, ankles bound together as well as her wrists behind her back, a thick tape secure over her small mouth. Next to her was clearly the older, far more flesh toned and rosy than her companion, a blonde with a rather curvy frame for her age and a blessed bust for the teen. Her hair was long and wavy, eyes a light purple and burning with a determination the other girl seemed exhausted of at the moment. Dressed less conservatively than the dark haired girl, this one wore shorts that showed off her long, toned, creamy thighs and legs, as well as a yellow crop top that tightly strained under the pressure of her bountiful cleavage worn under a short brown coat that also showed off her tightly toned midriff. This one sat up on her round butt, legs out as she seemed to rest back for the moment, no less fire burning in her gaze however. In the other cell were two more girls. One had long black hair and sharp amber colored eyes, she was wearing a white top covered in a black vest that left the chest open, and white matching shorts worn over black leggings that faded into purple before disappearing into her black boots. A black arm warmer rested on her left arm that joined her right behind her back, tied together tightly. Finally the girl wore a stiff black bow atop her head. This one sat cross-legged, back straight, seemingly in a meditative sort of sitting position yet her eyes were open, half-lidded in wait for whatever would come next. With her was a girl that seemed exactly her opposite. Her hair was stark white and done in a long ponytail that came from the upper side of her head before falling long down. She sat to the side with her legs lazily resting the same way, her stare as cold and icy as her blue eyes - the left of which had a light scar over it. She was much paler than the dark haired girl, her skin a porcelain white and her attire mostly made of white as well. She wore a short white dress that hugged her thin frame, this girl more accurately petite and thin, as opposed to the more lanky girl in the other cell. Over this was a thin, short coat, white but with red in lining, and her long, smooth legs ended in classy white boots that matched her attire. These four girls were Ruby Rose and Yang Xiao Long, and Blake Belladonna and Weiss Schnee - they were the four members of Team RWBY. Yang, the bombshell blonde of the group was the first to notice the new figure peering in, clearly someone not with Torchwick judging by her appearance alone. When the busty teen noticed her, her eyes lit up and she made a muffled "mmmph!!" from behind the tape over her mouth. Ruby, Yang's sister, looked up at Yang's sound and her already large, innocent silver eyes widened as a softer, cuter "Mmhh!" came from behind her tape. In the other cell, the dark haired Blake looked up hopefully as she heard the sounds her friend's made. However, Weiss, the primp and proper white haired girl kept a poised stance, simply staring coldly in case this was just another trick. One never could be too careful.</s>

Everything hurt. That's how Diego felt as he struggled to get up. He had no idea what happened. One moment, he was walking alongside his Gardevoir and savoring the nice day... The next, there was a strange multi-colored light above them before he knew it, there was some sort of massive explosion that enveloped them. When he got up though... he felt something different. He stood up and screamed in shock. He was a Pikachu... kinda. It was like he was a Pikachu stretched into a human shape. He had the yellow coat, the red cheeks, his ears were now Pikachu ears and he even had a tail. However, he still had human eyes and face. He was now on his feet and walking around. However, he was also naked... he had no idea what was going on. All he had was his glasses... Sophia! "SOPHIA!? WHERE ARE YOU?" Diego shouted, looking over for his Gardevoir.

With a long groan, Sophia groggily rose to her feet, clutching her head in her hands. In the distance, she heard her master shouting for her. Was he in danger? She spun around to face him, and then groaned again as the sudden movement made her head spin. She fell to her knees, and planted her hands into the sand, willing her world to stop spinning. As she did, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the water. Her face looked subtly different, although she couldn't quite figure out why... And then she saw it. Orthem, rather. A pair of large orbs hung from her chest, threatening to burst out of her dress. They looked like human breasts... And when had she put on a dress? She rose unsteadily to her feet once more, surveying her new form in the water. She was no longer floating off the ground, instead standing on a pair of long legs, with thick thighs that ended in- and she lifted the skirt to check- wide hips and a large rear.She was wearing panties, and a curious touch confirmed they hid a sensitive pussy. The touch sent a shiver of pleasure up her spine, unlike anything she'd ever felt, better even than winning a fight against a gym leader's strongest pokmon. The voice of her master calling for her snapped her out of her daze, and she turned to him once more, his voice coming from over a nearby hill. As she tried to move however, she fell flat on her face, never having had legs before. She let out a cry as she did, and another groan as she hit the ground. Confused and somewhat overwhelmed by the situation, as well as frustrated by her inability to even walk, she simply lay there, hoping her cry had alerted her master.</s>

Veilstone City 8:19 AM Tyler had been a competitor in contests, but had actually stopped competing a few months ago, around the time that he had met Dawn in his final contest. The two had seemed to get along well, and started dating shortly after. He had been a fan of hers forever, so for him this was like a dream come true, of course he didn't tell her that he didn't really want to scare the girl. He was sitting atop the department store, looking out towards the ocean, sitting on one of the chairs out here. His girlfriend was doing some sort of Photoshoot, and while he wanted to be there, he had woken up late, the studio hadn't believed him when he had said he had been Dawn's boyfriend and thus wouldn't let him go into the building. He was fuming, and so had come up here to the public observation lounge he was nursing a lemonade at the moment and looking at his Poketch to pass the time, glancing down at his cellphone, three messages sent in the past 15 minutes. Since security hadn't let him past the door. 'didn't let me in, security doesn't believe I'm your boyfriend' 'I bet you look cute right now' 'Waiting for you at the top of the dept store, I saved you a drink' He was starting to feel kinda nervous how long did these things normally take? He looked at his phone maybe one more message wouldn't hurt. 'Hey sweetie when's your lunch break, I meet you, and you can take me back with you, sucks out here alone' He wasn't actually alone of course. Nessy his Espeon was with him, long ago the smaller creature had been the number one contest in the cute catagory, but now a days he was more focused on trying to be a manager than a contestant. Even so Nessy had stuck with him, and was almost never in a pokeball, it seemed like a waist to put away someone that had always been helpful and loyal. He brushed the felines long ears for a moment, watching as the cat was eating. He was so bored. He glanced at his phone, he rocked back and forth in his seat, maybe he should try calling her? no she was working, he was just nervous cause he knew all those people would be watching her. and he was over here missing the whole thing.

Dawn lay sprawled over a light blue sunbed, arms raised above her head and one leg bent giving a glimpse of the curve of her ass squashed against the sun bed. She was wearing a bikini that was perhaps a little too tight while sucking on a blue ice pop. If it wasn't for the heat of the shoot lights, she would be shivering. Modelling hadn't been on Dawn's radar when she first started competing professionally as a coordinator but it had become a regular part of her life. Speaking of other unexpected additions to her life, the dark-haired coordinator had been asked out by one of her fellow competitors. It was strange to think that she could call Tyler her boyfriend and it still brought a smile to her face to think about it. "Alright Dawn, switch to your stomach," called the photographer who was snapping away at her. This photo shoot was going to promote the Hotel Grand Lake just in time for summer, even if it was too early for her to go out in something so skimpy. "And tug those bottoms down a little more." "You'll have to speak to my manager if you want me to show more skin," Ugh this photographer was notorious for trying to get girls to show more skin. He had even convinced some to do nude shots. Well, she wouldn't be one of them today. Dawn rolled onto her stomach, showing that peach of an ass straining against her bikini bottoms slowly swinging her legs up and down. The man looked irritated with her but thankfully just laughed things off and continued with the shoot. Soon he had a full reel of Dawn posed and stretching out that plush body of hers. It was good to finally take a break and curl up with her loyal Empoleon, Navy, who had been patiently waiting for her. Now that Navy wasn't a little Piplup, he didn't feature as much on the photoshoots or at least in the sexier ones. Dawn smiled and nuzzled up to the water type with a grin after she slipped into a light blue dressing gown. Just as she was ready to curl up for a little catnap, she felt her cellphone buzz in her pocket. Oh dear... that explained why Tyler hadn't turned up. "Hey sweetie, we just took a break for lunch. Sorry they didn't let you in. Hm? Haha Navy is sorry too." Dawn didn't bother texting; instead, she called him up and gave a giggle at her partner's crooning. Navy was pretty protective of her, especially during shoots so he seemed to get on well with her equally protective boyfriend. "It's boring here without you, I want to steal your jacket and snuggle up before the shoot starts again." Dawn would be the first to admit it: She had gotten a little bit love-sick. It wasn't like she really dated guys before Tyler anyway, Barry had been the only guy her age who hung out with before becoming a trainer after all.</s>

Star Wars: The Stygian Bargain 55 BBY | Cha Raaba System Planet: Ylesia | The Spice Rack Cantina Mid-Day It was common practice for slaves to trade hands in Hutt Space. Ylesia was one of the foremost Spice Processing worlds in the outer-rims, so when Spice Trade funneled through Kessel to Nar Shaddaa many warm slave bodies made the travel. Once transporters made the drop offs it is was simpler to just sell off the slave labor and purchase a new crew that it was to feed and bed them. Those sold off it would then not be uncommon to travel dozens of planets in a years span before settling on single owner or ending up working the Processing Factories on Ylesia where most slaves ended. It was not an enviable existence by any stretch. The lucky ones were bought by prosperous shop owners in the region, while the most desirable were bought by the Cantinas to entertain guests. For those with credits their bodies and minds could be cultivated to satiate other desires than simple sight. It was a rough existence but the Outer Rims Territories rarely saw equity among the lower classes. A pity genuinely, Ebbyn Shaa, thought to himself. For while he might praise constructive cruelty, the baseless crushing of sentient will seemed fruitless and disappointing. An individual no matter their capability or status had uses beyond mindless physical labor. A mind and body could be cultivated for so much more, a philosophy hed earned during his years in a Republic Medical Academy. Indeed the Umbaran was a servant of the Galactic Republic (not that any individual would know this far out). But the value of life had always been a subject that obsessed in his inner most thoughts. Shaa had judged the worth of millions and what determined their benefit to exist at all. Cold and calculating yes, but the pale man felt it a most pertinent balance to overly sympathetic thought. Wasnt that the most empathetic approach? To not let emotion and impulse cloud ones good intentions. And he was a good man, a better man. A tall figure he practically towered over most as he entered the Cantina wearing a flowing black Umbaran Shadowcloak, and a synthetic uniform comprised of black leathers dressed in white and blue materials. The sides of his head and his face held no hair, but the lengthy strip that he possessed were shaped into tight white braids, with metal jeweled clasps binding them together and allowing the braided tail to hang over his cloaked shoulder. His ghostly gaze practically undressed the room full of merchants and low-lifes. Shaa held his gloved hand tucked formally in front of him as if a noble or diplomat. His dress and presence spoke of a wealth he may or may not have had, but it was further evidence to his beliefs the individuals reacted upon first seeing him. Despite their judgement whether dismissive, excited, suspicion, or annoyance they made their distance subconsciously away. They could instinctually realize presence of power when it approached. Yet that to the Umbaran was a clever illusion hed cast through combination of dress and body language. His surroundings was filled with murk of smoke and the scent of strong liquors and floral aromas coming in from the jungle scape outside. Yet above all else there was a pungent stain of spice in the air. Whether it be from the nearby factories, or those few independent contractors that chose to work those areas, and filtered through the air. The Umbarans nostrils almost flared in annoyance at the scent but he kept his composure as his vision settled upon a lightly pigmented Rutian Twilek slave girl that had been making her rounds about the floor. What a rarity her kind were this far out. Even the Twilek slave trade knew better than to send their stock to Ylesia, when they could sell them to the more profitable pleasure dens elsewhere. That only meant shed had an unfortunate luck with handlers and owners. Standing now at the dingy bar flanked by filth and grime laden men, obviously they were the afterhours of a mining shift nearby, the Umbaran pleasantly genuflected with hands spreading open and out. With a thin lipped smile the piqued Doctor Shaa spoke,I was told to speak to a Treban Brudd about the acquisition of slaves. Looking down at the man behind the counter he did not break contact as he lightly added in his sharp foreign accent,It is of certain importance that I make this purchase soon.

The spice-addled band swayed lethargically on stage, bleating out an often off-key tune that warbled to the far corners of the Cantina. It was hazy and dim inside, a respite from the strangling humidity that gripped most of the jungle planet. The hewn-stone walls kept the place cool without the aid of artificial generators, though they remained constantly clammy with collected moisture. Not so different from the caves of her homeworld, Nimaven thought as she threaded her way past the regulars that reached for handfuls of flesh wherever she went. Ylesia had been her home for nearly a year now, though she long ago stopped considering any place home. The word lost meaning in the constant shuffle from one place to the next, especially considering she had no say in where she ended up. Even Ryloth held no place in her heart these days. There was nothing there for her. Not anymore. She belonged nowhere, and drifted through the galaxy like space dust. A broad hand swept over the generous curve of her rump, brazenly displayed by the immodest covering her dancing silks offered her, when she sauntered past the miners gathered at the bar after shift. Her top offered little more covering than the skirt, a tiny bikini edged in gold that served to present her pert assets from the outset. The translucent material flashed with an iridescence her skin seemed to share, a very faint blue unlike most of the bold-hued Rutian Twileks. Gold bands enclosed wrists, ankles, and upper arms, along with a thicker one around her slender neck where a chain was sometimes placed. Her headpiece was a modest gold band worked with intricate coils and set with moonstones that favored her coloring. Nimavens lekku vibrated with mild irritation at the brash act of this spice-covered miner, though she saw Master Brudd eyeing her from across the room, so she lowered her lashes demurely and tittered as a comely flush swept over her cheeks. Her face was sweet perfection: all big, beautiful eyes and pouting lips, a delicate chin, high cheekbones. One look from her could turn the gruffest bounty hunter into a quivering porglet. More petite than most of her kind, she had a taut dancer's body, slender and toned but with ample offerings of hip and rear that never failed to draw the male gaze. Yet there was a reason she was here and not in one of the more popular Cantinas or pleasure dens, a reason she'd been passed around more often than most slaves as alluring as she. Most seasoned slave owners picked up on it right away when she was on the block: that flash of defiance in sapphire-hued eyes, that refusal to bow her head and bend her shoulders and weep over her fate. Slaves unbroken by their circumstances were dangerous, an undesirable risk many were unwilling to take, or unwilling to train out of them, no matter how attractive the packaging. Master Brudd had obtained her as part of a package deal and, though she was a large draw for the regulars in his Cantina, she had used up almost all of her chances when she broke a bottle over a mine supervisor's head the other night. But what could she do? He'd keep her, or he wouldn't. She often wondered what might have been if she hadn't been discovered, if her parents' ploy to keep her hidden beneath the floor hadn't been exposed by neighbors desperate to save their own daughter from the slavers. The screams of ghosts followed her from place to place, the sound of blasters, the stomp of militant boots atop the panel in the floor. Hands reaching, always grabbing, hauling her out and grabbing her breasts as they declared what a fine price these would fetch. She would have been more. What, she could not say. Just more. A presence caught her attention as she gathered empty cups from a table near the back. A presence, before the figure himself eased into the Cantina. She couldn't explain it, but certain people triggered a little ripple of sensation down her spine like a chill in the night. This tall, regal man was one of them, and she found herself stealing glances at him as she worked. Not only did he awaken that strange sensation in her, but he was also rather out of place in this seedy little den. The others saw it too, shifting aside as the man confidently made his way to the bar. It was at that moment that she saw him turn a glance her way, striking at her with those pale eyes. This time when she ducked her chin down quickly and coiled her lekku in close, she meant it. Gathering her tray, she hastily made her way toward the back. Her heart galloped in her chest and she put a hand there to quell the frantic beat. Though others here and there had triggered that little feeling in her, she had never felt it so intensely before as she did coming off this man. She wished she knew what it meant. A moment later, she heard Master Brudds' coarse voice bellowing for her. Nimaven! Come!</s>

Even after cleaning herself, it felt like there was still sand on Rey's hands. Just hours ago, Jakku's yellow sun had been beating down ruthlessly on her, her hands sore from scavenging for bits of metal, and the desert plains had stretched for miles in peaking waves. The sand was unavoidable; barely any shelter, and she couldn't remember the last time she hadn't slept with a coarse texture on her skin. And now, she was... Surprisingly clean. Rey rubbed her fingers against her palm, released them, and then looked down. Sure enough, there were no gritty grains of sand left on her fingers. A few cuts and scrapes here and there, and perhaps a bit of a red tinge where she'd burnt herself on some hot metal whilst scavenging, but she was almost completely okay. Almost. Where was Ben? The scavenger looked at her bed, and then the door. She was supposed to have gone to sleep by now, remembering Han's passing statement about how tired she must have felt after narrowly escaping the First Order - and his debt collectors - but how was she supposed to sleep when the room felt so deathly silent? It was horrible. When Ben had first arrived on Jakku, she had been apprehensive about letting him stay with her, sticking firmly to her 'loner' behaviour. But then over time, the activities she used to do by herself became something that was worth sharing. And what was most amazing was that Ben actually cared about it. For so long, Rey had been treated no better than the dirt on Jakku itself, but then Ben had stumbled into her life and showed her that she didn't need to feel lonely anymore. Scavenging, eating, sleeping - they did it all. And now she was expected to sleep alone? Rey huffed, annoyed and frustrated. Just being by herself made her distressed. The thought of being alone again on Jakku was enough to make her upset, but now she was in an unfamiliar environment, having been forced to abandon her life on Jakku when the First Order came looking for her, and her whole heart ached at the thought of not being able to hug Ben at the end of it all. She brought her legs up and sat cross-legged on the bed, fiddling with the blanket nervously. It was going to be a long 'rest'.

Ben Solo was training to become the next great Jedi. His mother and father tried to keep him away from the life, but his Uncle Luke Skywalker taught him once Ben became interested. One fateful night long ago, Bens best friend at the time decided to lose his damn mind. Every young Jedi that was in training underneath Luke was slaughtered. The temples were destroyed. Somehow, Ben kept himself alive and survived. Luke helped get Ben back to his parents so he could seek the medical help he needed. However, after that, Luke just disappeared and left Ben all alone for training. He had to teach himself after healing up. Soon enough, Ben was with the Resistance full time. He read as much as he could, trained as much as he could, so not only did he become a good fighter for the Rebels, but he became a better Jedi as well. Things were going well for him. He was still on the Light Side of the Force and he was trying to teach more people but it was a dying art since his knowledge was not nearly as extensive as Master Lukes. He would kill to have him back. He was very close to Poe Dameron, who was a pilot for the Resistance. Poe taught him everything he knew about aircrafts and spaceship weapons. What started out as just another mission for them on Jakku turned into something else entirely. After coming face to face with the First Order and Kylo Ren, Ben was sent away to escort BB-8 back to the Resistance. He hated leaving Poe, but he realized there was no other option for him. Poe was in charge anyways. On Jakku, trying to get back home, he met a woman named Rey. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was kind, too. From the very first moment they spoke, there was undeniable chemistry between them. When they first met, Ben actually saved her life from a couple of Junkers that were looking to corner her and steal what she had scavenged. Weeks had passed since then. Ben and Rey started a relationship together while on Jakku and he never felt like life was more right than it was now. They were currently on his fathers ship, preparing to meet up with other Resistance members on Takodana, but they were also hiding from the First Order, which meant they had to be careful while in flight. Ben recently showered and cleaned himself up for the evening, but he could not stop thinking about Rey. They spent nearly every second together since meeting. Why stop now? Ben debated it for a very short time, deciding to make the short walk from his room down to hers, stopping outside her door to knock a few times. Rey, its me. He called out.</s>

Magma owned this town, it was a vacation spot for many couples, and love birds, a natural wonder thanks to the healing effect of the hot springs caused by the volcanic activity which was a wonder of heated volcanic activity and naturally forming aquatic pools to create something truly relaxing and restful. Currently Kyui was sitting in those waters, it was late, the softer shades of night were out and at rest. The world was at peace, which was exactly the reason that Kyui had picked this time, most people had gone home by now and so it was a good chance for him to reflect on the passage of time. Today was his 19th birthday. He set a glass of whiskey to the side of him, and another that he was currently holding and taking a soft sip from it. He was resting because tomorrow was the battle, and he had the second glass for another. He didn't really remember how long ago it was that his family divided, he could kind of remember the faces of his younger sister, he supposed it wouldn't have been too different from his own. As he rested against the bamboo that separated the male and female sections of the hot springs he knew this wasn't exactly a place where he could have a drink with her, but it didn't matter. Team Aqua had made sure that his family had broken apart, and stayed shattered. He had been raised mostly by Maxie after the death of his father at the hand of an aqua grunt who had taken the battle a little too far. His sister and mother had never come for him after that day, and instead of being raised by strangers in an orphanage team Magma had looked after their own. So the second glass was too his twin, Maxie had only ever said that Aqua had gotten to her just like his father, which meant he must have been the last surviving member of his family. She was a twin so had she grown up the same as him, she would have been the same age. He sighed and sipped on his glass feeling the burn, raising his glass to the empty spot."Don't even have a name for you, but that ones for you sis." Tomorrow he could focus on revenge, today though... today he just wanted to relax.

Lavaridge Town, 2200 hours Akiraleaned back against the cool stone above the soothing waters of the hot springs. She closed her amber eyes and breathed in the healing vapors. Her breath was visible, like smoke, when she exhaled. What a day. With all the build up for the upcoming fight, she'd barely had a chance to think. She was certain she only got away this evening because it was her birthday and everyone knew it was a touchy subject. Akira still had vague memories of what her birthday had once been like. Flashes of color and smiles, figments of laughter, a happy family all together. But that was a long time ago. She had a brother, somewhere. And a father too. They could both burn in hell, assuming they weren't dead already. Where were they when her mom was injured in the battle? Why didn't her dad do his job and protect their family? Her mom had tried, so where was he? Instead, Akira watched as the best doctors that Archie could afford tried to save her, but the woman's fate was sealed. Her mom died just days after a vicious attack by Team Magma and her father and brother never bothered coming to find her. Archie had taken pity on the little girl and instead of pawning her off on some doorstep, he'd made sure to raise her within the organization. But today was her nineteenth birthday. The one day that she made herself remember just how much she missed her family. It had been hard, being alone and different. Sometimes she wished that Archie had given her away to an orphanage so she could have been adopted by a nice family. But then she wouldn't be the Akira she was today. She sighed. It was no use being angry, at least not right now. In battle she could use her fury, but in the hot springs on her birthday it just made her more depressed. She glanced at the teapot beside her. She hated tea but the pot had been her mother's. She always drank a glass on her birthday in remembrance. So, Akira sat upright and poured herself a small cup of tea. "I miss you mom. I wish you were still here. I wi-" Another voice drifted through the night. A man, close by, probably on the other side of the rickety divider wall. It was late, too late for most people to be in the hot springs. Akira had thought she was alone. Curious, she waded over to the divider and peeked through a large hole in the wood. He looked sad, but there were two glasses of something sitting next to him so he wasn't alone. But she didn't see anyone else. Akira watched him sigh and sip his drink while listening to him talk. He seemed as alone as she was. After several long minutes, she pushed away from the divider wall. She was tired of being alone on her birthday, tired of having no one to celebrate with. And this man was honestly attractive. So what if he was at a low point and she was just swooping in for some 'nice to meet you' booty? It was her birthday and she was entitled to something nice for once. Akira wrapped the towel snug around her F-cup breasts and pulled herself out of the water. She tiptoed to the far end of the divider, where the wood met with a rocky outcropping and carefully climbed onto their slippery surfaces. A few well-placed hands and feet later, Akira was climbing down the other side. She hopped to the ground on the men's side and stepped into the torchlight. "Hi. I'm Akira. Sorry to pop over so suddenly, but I think we're the only two people here and I'm certain the owner already went to bed. I just thought it might be nice to share this beautiful evening with someone. I hope you don't mind."She sank into the water and closed the distance between them as she introduced herself. Even if he didn't want to talk, at least she would have company.</s>

It was a sunny day, the perfect time for one to begin their Pokmon adventure. Many would set out with starry eyes and a Pokmon at their side, eager to challenge the many Gym Leaders and collect the badges that would mark them as experienced veterans of the Indigo League. A few would be interested in photography, while others would be more interested in collecting materials that would help groom their Pokmon to perfection for the various beauty pageants that took place for Pokmon in other regions. There were many reasons one could choose to go on an adventure. For Scarlett, her adventure would find her beginning on what might be considered familiar ground. Route 1 between Pallet Town and Viridian City was likely a path she had traveled upon frequently, though this would be the first time she did so without her father accompanying her on some business or other. It was also the first time that she had done so in her new quest, as she set out to learn and engage in the sort of research that would make her a world-renowned scientist. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, and the dirt path winding through the grassland stretched out before her. She couldn't see any Pokmon at the moment, though they were probably lurking in the tall grass somewhere along the way. With all her gear, and trusty Pokedex, Scarlett was all set to get underway. Professor Oak had advised that she get set up in Viridian City before beginning her research, though of course she wasn't compelled to listen to him if she didn't want to!

Heavy boots padded softly on the dirt path. A sixteen year old female who is a little on the tall side sauntered towards Viridian just as her father suggested. She had long brilliant red hair that was slightly curled and flowed down all the way to her plump ass, catching the breeze easily and dancing behind her as she moved. This was perhaps her most distinguished feature and had earned her the nickname Red among some. She had fair white skin that contrasted with her bright hair and bold blue eyes, which seemed to give her a commanding presence even among men and provided her with an unquestionable beauty. Light freckling on her nose and upper cheeks distinguished itself from her otherwise blemish free visage and resulted in her looking youthful. Her build resembled an hourglass with maturing breasts and thick hips on either side of her relatively thin waist. Scarlett was wearing the type of flamboyant outfit you could only expect from a trainer, a mix between a whore and an adventurer, but confident enough to prove that she was neither: A cloth red miniskirt that showed off her luscious thighs, a matching short-sleeved blouse that frilled an inch or two past her waist crisscrossed with a variety of pouches, bags, sacks, and belts kept vials, notepads, and a modified pokedex which she used for research particular form of research. Her boots were a similar red and they climbed far up her calves; her panties on the other hand were a cute pink that grasped tightly onto her pussy and showed a noticeable cameltoe whenever someone took an easy glance beneath her skirt. Although these panties were tight and uncomfortable on her now they were her favorite pair from when she was younger so she wore them for good luck with her impending adventure. The young professoress was very surprised that her father had finally consented to her will to go out on her own and study Pokemon first hand, and moments later here she was as prepared as her eagerness would allow her: starting her adventure. Aside from gear she would need to research she hadn't packed anything that would aid in extending her life. She was so naive that she failed to even pack a pokeball. So with what little thought she allowed through her excitement she made her way confidently down the path.</s>

Tony Gunther was sitting with a groan in his family home on the edge of town in Wall Rose, they had farmland once in Wall Maria before the Wall was breached by the strange Armored Titan. He was a bit fit having been a former farmer and part-time hunter as the farmland went up to the forests. His hair was a messy brownish red, and he stood tall at six foot two, he looked bred to work a field and now instead he was hunting Titans and trying to stop them. But at the moment he was having a bit of a break. Everyone in the Scouts had to deal with certain urges and desires, a fair number of Scouts had been Betas because they were the most normal, but when it came to Alphas and Omegas they were rarer in the Scouts due to the dangers and risks of them having urges and needs. As a result generally when they were getting into fits or strained with desires, Tony and his girlfriend Sasha Braus had been on a break as their urges had generally synced up ever since they had gotten together as a couple during Scout training. Alphas and Omegas were given leave from the Scouts to handle urges and they were making the most of it. The pair were settled in for the evening, as Erwin worked on dinner for the two of them. He had to do most of the cooking or Sasha would eat everything before it made it to the table. But he didn't mind; he enjoyed her company, she was like him, direct and a bit simple to please. He hated being alone and she hated being hungry. She wanted to be around him and he had the food she wanted to eat - it was a give-and-take relationship but it worked. It didn't hurt that the sex was fantastic between them. She didn't have as much stamina as him, but she came closer than the others he had been with. "Dinner will be ready in another ten or so minutes, so make sure you are ready unless you want dessert beforehand..." Erwin teased flirtatiously. Erwin Smith had a lot of things in his life: regrets, successes, questions, answers. He had a lot of things, but lately, he found himself to be a bit... frustrated. In his time as the leader of the scouts, he had seen many fresh-faced Scouts - many who ended up being eaten or crushed by Titans, or worse. He had tried to avoid being with anyone in the Scouts for anything meaningful than a few quickies to help with his urges. And yet... he had found that he wanted something more. As he looked over the roster for Levi's special team, there was a girl amongst them that had a connection to his closest friend in the Scouts, and it had been bothering him. He had been desiring the woman and the more he saw her, the more he wanted her. Though she seemed to be interested in Levi, or was with him - Erwin couldn't quite remember as he didn't like seeing the two of them together, so he avoided it as much as possible. However, he was planning to make a move on the woman sooner rather than later, as he looked out the window of his office overseeing the Courtyard. Levi, to his credit, had never been an easy read or please. The trail of half-broken and fainting Omegas had been a giveaway to that when he had gone through them during his mating seasons. Hange, Petra, and others had all fallen prey to his lusts and needs - but he wasn't satisfied. He was looking for something more. Someone who could satisfy his urges and desires. There were women who came close or handled him, but there was always something missing. Perhaps she was the one he needed to satisfy him; he had thought about her long before he entered these urges and desires.

Sweat glistened on Celeste's skin as she trained with the others. Doing some workouts and push-ups, and all that fun stuff. She wanted to be strong, she had to be strong in order to be with the survey corps and so that she wasn't seen as a simple weak omega. She hadn't yet experienced the heat of an alpha, and she wondered if she ever would, but that didn't stop some advances from others. Currently, though, she hung around the Betas more who were the more normal. Alphas made her feel weak, and they were so overbearing; and then the other omegas tried to one-up each other and show off, which really caused trouble, and she didn't want to be caught in the wrath of one of them. Eren was one that she hung around with most. He was the one she was currently training with because he never showed any interest in bedding her and they could spar without either suddenly having a desire for the other. She was panting out of breath as she and Eren kept going at hand-to-hand combat, as he was trying to teach her to defend herself. As she lunged forward, he easily dodged, grabbing hold of her twisting her arm and holding a wooden knife against her neck. "You really suck at this," he said roughly, out of breath himself. "How are you supposed to kill a titan if you can't defend yourself?" The girl groaned, frowning. She was quick but it was hard to overpower him. "I'm trying, Eren." She complained. He was pretty close, and it was sure to rise some anger from others when this happened, especially from Mikasa who watched from afar. Mikasa had watched from afar as Celeste and Eren spared together. She knew the reason why, and it was innocent enough, but it really got under her skin how easily Eren could touch her and get so close when he wouldn't even let her get that close. He stopped sparring with her recently too. She had known that everyone's behavior now was the reason, but the voice in the back of her head blamed the blonde more so. She tried so hard to keep herself in control and to keep herself in line with a cool head, but the urge to be near Eren was even stronger than she could have imagined. She was sure she couldn't control herself much longer. Her sparring partner definitely got the brunt of her anger, being slammed onto the ground by jabs. She wasn't going easy on them for sure. Sasha believed that she had the pick of the litter when she landed Tony. At first it really was for the food, but as time went on Sasha found herself attracted to the man and not just because he was a good cook or an alpha. It was genuine, and maybe him making food helped too. The sex was pretty great, and they easily took care of each other's desires. She could eat him up, literally, and that's why she appreciated this time they had been given to be together. Enjoying their food and company. Sasha watched from afar as her love cooked some very delicious-smelling supper that practically made her drool. She couldn't wait, and it was almost like he could read her mind! The girl was quick to come in close. "Hm, dessert sounds really good," she purred. "Smooth whip cream and juicy strawberries - it's almost like committing a crime having it before dinner." She replied, suddenly clinging to him. "Dinner is very tempting to have first though... such a yummy taste. I can't wait! Can't I just have a little sample?" She begged, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her hands roamed his body with want. For both dinner and his dessert. "Then maybe I would be ready for a little dessert from my darling," the girl giggled softly. She knew what he meant by dessert but also expected some real dessert too. He really did spoil her, though.</s>

Meg stepped out of the car that had taken her home. She took in a deep breath of the fresh air, having been locked up for the past six months after hiding her boyfriend who had escaped from prison. Slamming the door of the car and making her way to the front door, she slammed it open. The noise of the door opening startled the rest of the family, who were sitting and watching TV. They looked up at her, once awkward and anxious girl now a bit of a psycho made an announcement. "There are going to be some changes around here," she said. "First, you're all my bitches." She then slammed the door shut and stood there with arms crossed over her chest. As she stood there looking at their wide eyes, she knew she had their full attention. She then looked each one over as she asked her next question. "Now which one of you is the toughest one in this place?" Out of nowhere, Meg flew in and started punching and kicking Peter in his face after knocking him off the couch. When she was satisfied, she bent down and spit on his face. "It's my house now," she said. "Bitch." And it was. Over the next four days, Meg tormented her family but out of all of them, she tormented Peter the most. Relentlessly making fun of him because he was stupid, fat, had nothing to show for his life, even going so far as making him pleasure her with his tongue while she used a strap-on on her own mother, then making him clean the strap-on afterwards. The culmination of it all came on the fourth day when he was in the shower. Next thing he knew, Meg was shoving a loofah on a stick up his ass, causing him to scream as he begged her to stop, which could be heard throughout the house.

At first, Brian had tolerated Meg's new behavior because he had thought it was a phase. 'It would pass in time, and it wasn't a bad show.' Brian had thought, as prison had been good for Meg's body, if not her mind. The girl who had been dumpy and unassuming was now slimmer and well cut, with muscles, tattoos, and curves on display in a wife-beater. Brian could admit to himself that he was taken with the new look, but her personality needed help. As the harassment continued, Brian got progressively more and more annoyed, and more and more turned on. Meg had even raped Lois, giving Brian a front row seat to the woman of his dreams being railed by a strap-on. This got Brian thinking about how to 'kill two birds with one stone'. It was clear that whatever phase Meg was in wouldn't end easily, and the normal running of the home would have to return at some point. At the same time, Meg was now incredibly sexy, and Brian's lovelife was almost as much of a disaster as Peter's First Rodeo...but then again, at least someone was still getting fucked in that situation. So Brian decided to take full advantage of the situation, and bring Meg to heel in his own way. The family would thank him, and he would get his dick some much needed attention. Brian waited until Meg was in the shower, 'playing' with Peter no doubt, if the screams were any indication. His cock was already fully hard and on display, as he watched her walk to the bathroom to psych himself up. Brian opened the door during a particularly loud scream, to mask the sound. Brian walked towards the shower, with both Peter and Meg too distracted to notice. That changed when peter exploded out of the shower, throwing aside the curtain with the lofa still up his ass, and ran out sobbing. Brian launched himself at Meg, grabbing her by the arms and pinning her to the shower wall, with his hard and long cock at her entrance. "Here's how it's going to be; I'm going to fuck you, long and hard." Brian said, growling possessively "You will take this fucking and say thank you, like the little bitch you are, and if you're lucky: I won't make you eat out of my old bowl!" With that, he slammed his cock into Meg's waiting pussy and started to thrust savagely.</s>

If there was one thing Charlotte Kennedy couldn't stomach, it was boredom. As far as she was concerned, it was a burden no one should have to bear. Increasingly, as of late, evading boredom meant another line of coke or another tab of acid or another hit of molly. But she was young, and hot, and that made it easy to get drugs. And the easiest way was just to date a drug dealer. And Charlotte was always easy. Trent, the aforementioned drug dealer boyfriend, was stressed for a leisurely drive, constantly checking his mirrors and looking over his shoulder. Totally killing her vibe. What's the deal, babe? Are we going to a party or an execution? He didn't answer, just eased up to the red light. Here, he said, digging something out of his pocket. A little baggie with two small white pills. Take them both. Charlotte didn't need to be told twice because she could not deal with his paranoia sober. From what she could tell, as she swallowed down both pills together, he was either taking her somewhere really fun or really boring. Fuck, this molly makes me thirsty. And fucking hot. She tugged at the low neckline of her thin white dress, peeling the cotton material away from sweat-damp skin. The sun might have gone down, but the humidity remained, turning her scandalously short dress into a moist rag that stuck to her skin. Yeah, well, you probably won't need to wear that dress for much longer; we're here.Herewas a mansion in the hills, long driveway lined with lush bushes in neat little rows. And then they reached the house. Garish, trying to fit too many styles on one building, between modern glass windows and traditional marble columns. Tudor accents on a ranch inspired sprawl. It didn't look like much of a party. No pulsing bass beat, no writing dancers, no freely flowing liquor. No wonder she was going to need the ecstasy; she was already bored. Hard men in neat suits circulated the long stretches of hallway, eying her and her now nearly sheer dress. They didn't talk much, and whatever they said amongst themselves was drowned out by the clicking of her stilettos on the marble floor. At the end of the hall, they entered an office, housing a very serious looking man in a fine Italian suit that barely fit his rippling physique. Trent introduced her to a very stoic nod, and she zoned out as they talked business, swaying and bobbing her head to music only she could hear. Cold hard eyes looked her up and down, betraying nothing but a casual boredom. Does he know how to suck dick? Do I know how to suck dick? Charlotte giggled, mocked, unable to take anything seriously while the ecstasy coursed through her veins. Still giggling as he urged her to her knees and worked open his pants. He wasn't very hard yet. Maybe he needed the ecstasy. She managed to stifle that giggle because a lot of guys didn't like it if you laughed while eye level with their junk and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. It usually wasnt a big deal. She got high, she fucked some dude, or dudes, whatever, and they got some drugs. Trent would sell some, to keep them comfortable, and theyd do the rest. But lately, that rest was more and more, and their bills were piling up. So now she had to fuck some guy higher on the distribution chain, or so Charlotte figured. Her lips closed around his bulbous, throbbing head, and her tongue worked the slit and tasted his salty precum. Saliva drooled down his swollen cock, and her mouth followed, working more and more down her throat.

Trent had his head buried on the steering wheel of his car because Charlotte indeed knew how to suck a mean cock. He had firsthand experience, but as of now those talented lips belonged to someone else. Of course it was a trade that he was regretfully willing to make. Twenty thousand dollars of debt owed to a man like Victor Salaki left him with little choice in the matter. He sighed sadly once for Charlotte before starting up the car. At least Victor had been kind enough to toss five grand worth of heroin on top of wiping out the debt in return for his newest redheaded piece of ass. He needed a place to go, somewhere he could chill and wash the memory of this night away. Fortunately Trent knew several other women just like the one he was leaving behind. Whatever, within the hour he'd have some other whore wrapping her lips around his dick and this time around he'd make sure he wouldn't fall into debt with Victor again. At least that was the plan, but Trent was never very good at sticking to the script. She worked him over like a seasoned pro and it left Victor seeing dollar signs. So long as the bitch could keep taking orders this investment would pay itself off at a far more reliable rate than that young punk ever had managed to do. That power he had over the fates of losers like Trent and his latest slut of a girlfriend was the best drug on the market as far as he was concerned. Hands buried around the side of her head, guiding her sweet mouth up and down over his throbbing cock, forcing her to take him until she was gagging, that was up there too. But as much as sexual pleasure thrilled him, Victor was a man who took far greater pleasure in causing others to suffer under the rule of his tyrannical thumb. All he needed was an excuse to go off. "That's it bitch," Victor growls, gazing intently across the top of Charlotte's bobbing and swaying head. "You're gonna take every cock that I tell you to take." The strangled words fall from between his clenched teeth as he pulls himself free from those succulent warm lips. With a simple push from his boot against her chest, Victor knocks Charlotte over onto her back. He can see quite clearly how glazed over her eyes are, doped up as she is; he wonders if she even knows that Trent has abandoned her during the course of their silent barter. Victor starts to unbutton his shirt while he looms over Charlotte as she lies sprawled out beneath him. "Because you're my property now," he says, his voice low and menacing. "Your little retarded boy toy traded you in and settled up his debt." The tall and muscular man rolls his head upon his shoulders while his shirt continues to slowly fall open. "Now guess what? That debt is yours, and you're gonna make sure it's paid in full." The shirt hangs loose around his cut and chiseled physique as he reaches down and takes hold of Charlotte by her hair. "So shut up, do what you're told, and we'll get along just fine," Victor says, twisting his fingers like steel cords around her hair. "Now flip yourself over, get on your hands and knees, and stick that ass up in the air." Victor begins to slide out of his shirt, folding the expensive custom fit piece up into a neat bundle. He turns away to lay the garment down across the smooth mahogany surface of his desk, leaving Charlotte to either fall in line or face the consequences. Fate though intervenes as a vibration followed by a repetitive buzz sounded from Victor's cell phone where it was resting upon the table. He picks it up and sticks it against the side of his jaw. "Yeah?" His tone is sharp as he listens for a moment, ignoring the existence of Charlotte while his fingers stroke over the exotic puzzle box. "Alright, I'll be down in a minute." He ends the call abruptly, his piercing eyes linger on the box that his fingers remain steepled around before finally setting his newest acquisition down. "Just stay put and don't touch anything," Victor says to Charlotte without looking at her. "We'll finish this when I get back." He stuffs his still hard and saliva-smeared cock back into his dress pants and zips up. Without a glance then he strides past her to the stout double doors, opens them, and steps outside. With a resounding thud, the doors close and lock behind him.</s>

May 22, 1968 Baltimore, MD The breeze gently blew the gauzy curtains through the open windows. It was a relief to finally be able to open the windows and get some fresh air again after the long, dreary winter. Down in the street a cop car went by with its sirens on, but that wasn't cause for alarm since it continued on its way. The upstairs neighbors shouted and May winced when someone threw something that smashed, but nothing fell past her window to the pavement below. The windows in the bottom floors of 374 North Gay Street had finally been replaced, and the residents of the three-story apartment building above the shop simply expressed gratitude that they'd been too high for the rioters to reach. Mrs. Williams had had a rock thrown through her window, just above the machine shop, and it had taken all of them going to the landlord's private residence to get it replaced. Not that they had exactly marched there or anything, but arrived in twos and threes so no one would think the Negros were getting "uppity" again. May had been at Dr. King's memorial, but had left early and didn't understand how a peaceful gathering had devolved into the violence he had spent his life working against. There was a knock on the door just as she was moving the last batch of cookies from the pan to a plate. Without bothering to put a shirt on under the vest which made her technically not topless, May opened the door after sliding back the three locks on the door. This part of town was dangerous, but it was all she could afford. After she had settled in and the neighbors' natural mistrust subsided she had come to rely upon some of them, but realized that locks were still necessary. Still, she knew she should probably break herself of the habit of opening the door without looking through the peep hole. "Can I help you?" Her smile had faltered a little once the door was fully open. She had been caught off-guard, and her eyes flitted nervously over the body of the man at her door. She didn't trust people like him. But then her eyes fell on the name tag on his uniform and the smile reappeared. "I guess you're Jack," they had spoken on the phone and his last name was familiar. She tugged absently on a lock of her frizzy hair and giggled self-consciously. "Sorry, you just surprised me was all. I didn't know...you didn't say...I mean, woulda been nice to know that you were...y'know..." May shifted uncomfortably and paused for an awkward amount of time, then leaned in and lowered her tone, "in the military." She looked around as if trying to keep a secret, then stood aside. "Well, I guess it's alright if you left all that back in the jungle. I mean, you had to get here in peace somehow, right? Don't want any trouble, y'know? Come on in, don't be shy. I made cookies!" She smiled brightly, as if proud of herself. The apartment was small, but tidy. Indeed the smell of cookies pervaded the flat. The living room was furnished with a small coffee table in front of a dilapidated couch which looked like it had had one too many run-ins with a cat's claws, and two bean bag chairs. A large, full bookshelf was on the far wall next to an entry way that led to a kitchen where a plate of cookies waited on the small table, still warm. On the wall to the right was a window next to which stood a record player and a stack of vinyls. May led John to the left just before the kitchen, however, and they were faced with a short hallway. "That's the bathroom," she pointed to the door at the end of the hallway, "my room's on the right, yours is on the left." While the bathroom still had an actual door, the ones to the bedrooms had been taken away and both replaced with bead curtains. The curtain to May's room was currently tied back with a gauzy pink ribbon. "My last roommate got drafted, so I guess I don't gotta worry about that with you. So yeah, that room's yours, but if you ever get lonely or anything I'm just right across the hall, you can come on in. I like snuggling, I'm a snuggle monster." She bit her lip and grinned. "Sooo...is this all your stuff? I mean, do ya need help moving in or do you want something to eat? I've got sandwich stuff. Or are cookies good for now?"

It didn't seem like a bad neighborhood, he decided. Not the quietest or most upscale, mind, but nicer than Oakland Army Base had been and damn sight better than Qung Tri, or Cam L, or any of those flyspeck rice paddies in Nam. Five years he'd been there, making Sergeant and then a field promotion to Second Lieutenant after their platoon leader - a jug-eared West Point volunteer - had caught a bullet with his face at Song Ve. Like the man said, War was hell. But John Samson Sparrow had been pretty good at it, and Hell wasn't much worse than being a part-Apache Negro man in Texas, so he'd reenlisted. Probably still be there, too, if he hadn't been medically discharged. So now, here he was in Baltimore with a GI Bill and an acceptance to Johns Hopkins University and $300 in his pocket. He'd stayed at the Y for a week, before he'd found an ad for a room to rent. The woman on the other end of the phone had sounded nice enough, and the rent fit his mostly nonexistent budget, so beggars and discharged soldiers couldn't be choosers. Ignoring some of the stares he was getting - as much for his olive drab field jacket as for his brown skin - Jack pushed open the stairwell door behind the machine shop and limped up a flight of stairs. Second floor wasn't bad, he decided. Not enough to make his leg ache too badly. And finding number three wasn't hard, since there were only two doors on the floor. Drawing a deep breath, he knocked. After a moment multiple locks clicked and the door swung open to reveal a pretty white woman in a beaded vest and hip-hugger bell-bottoms and not much else. "Can I help you?" she said, offering a sunny smile that faded and turned nervous as she looked him over. Oh, yeah. This was gonna go well. "Yeah, I'm..." Suddenly, the smile was back. "I guess you're Jack." "Yep, that's me. And you must be May?" She tugged absently on a lock of her frizzy hair and giggled self-consciously. "Sorry, you just surprised me was all. I didn't know...you didn't say...I mean, woulda been nice to know that you were...y'know..." Oh, fuck yeah. This was gonna be Goddamngreat. "Hey, look. I ain't looking for trouble. I just need a place..." "In the military," she whispered, leaning in like she was telling a secret. He tried not to stare at the way her tits swayed as she did. "...what?" He blinked. "Oh, the coat. Nah, mustered out a couple of weeks ago." "Well, I guess it's alright if you left all that back in the jungle," she decided, stepping aside. "I mean, you had to get here somehow, right? Don't want any trouble, y'know? Come on in, don't be shy. I made cookies!" She smiled brightly, as if proud of herself. "Cookies," Jack repeated, feeling like he was being hit by a bubbly truck as he stepped in. The place wasn't bad. Small, but bigger than the barracks he was used to, with a threadbare couch and some beanbag chairs and a bookcase. The odor of cookies mingled with something floral and some sort of incense, and everything looked to have been salvaged and repaired. "That's the bathroom," she pointed to the door at the end of the hallway, "my room's on the right, yours is on the left." "There's... no doors?" Jack asked, staring down the short hall. Both bedrooms just had bead curtains. "Well, guess I'll deal." Walking with a slight limp, he headed into his bedroom and tossed his duffel bag on the mattress. It was just a mattress on the floor in one corner, with a closet and an empty dresser to go with it. Beads rattled as May leaned against the doorframe. "My last roommate got drafted, so I guess I don't have to worry about that with you," she said. He chuckled, tossing his jacket on top of the bag. Underneath, he wore a brown t-shirt that stretched over muscle as he moved. "Nope. Got drafted back in 63, and I doubt they'll call me back." He glanced back at her. "You cool with this? Me taking this room and all?" "So yeah, that room's yours," she assured him, "but if you ever get lonely or anything I'm just right across the hall, you can come on in. I like snuggling, I'm a snuggle monster." He gaped at that, just a little, before shutting his mouth. If she'd been a sister, he'd be down with that. But a white woman? Well, he was still down for that, but he needed to check the lay of the land. No sense getting lynched over a bit of white tail, even fine white tail like hers. She bit her lip and grinned. "Sooo...is this all your stuff? I mean, do ya need help moving in or do you want something to eat? I've got sandwich stuff. Or are cookies good for now?" "What you see is what you get," he assured her. "Might need a hand with moving stuff in once I get some stuff, though. Army don't exactly encourage collecting. And cookies sound good, yeah." He followed her back into the living room and flopped onto the couch to unlace his boots. They were practical things, not stylish - battered and scarred black combat boots that laced up over the ankles. He sighed with relief and wiggled his toes as the first boot came off. He didn't wiggle the toes of his left foot when that boot came off, though. After all, there weren't any toes. Just a foot-shaped block of dark brown plastic that thumped a little as he set it down. "That's better," he grunted. "Hey, you need a hand with those cookies?"</s>

Having escaped Cyrodiil, it took a couple of days to cross the mountains. Unfortunately, she hadn't enough warm clothing to keep the worst of the cold at bay. Being an Imperial, she was barely capable of withstanding cold naturally, but when the wind whipped up snow into her face, leaving her half blinded as she walked along, even her teeth would chatter as it cut straight through her lin cloak. The weather cleared as crested the mountain, and she had to stop and stare at the sight that unfolded before her: Skyrim. Home of the Nords. Cyrodiil had been her home since her birth. She'd grown up and was happy there. That didn't mean she was too upset to make a new home for herself in Skyrim. She just had to figure out where and how. It took a few hours to descend the mountain, walking into a forested area, following the main road until she came to a junction. Looking left and right, the signpost suggested a town was only a couple of miles off to the right, by the name of Falkreath. A town or city meant an inn, food and drink, and a warm bed. So Falkreath it was. Megan would admit to being relieved that she still had armour and weapons. She only wore light armour, mostly leather with steel plate in the important parts. Her weapons were the best available, though. The Fighter's Guild didn't scrimp on armour and weapons, as without the best available, we'd have quickly run out of fighters. Left feeling rather glad she was young and fit, having spent three days crossing the border, light was dimming as she approached the outskirts of Falkreath, and she realised things were very different in Skyrim to Cyrodiil. Walking up to the main gates, the pair of guards standing there looking rather board gave her a curious glance but said nothing as she passed by. There wasn't much to Falkreath on first appearance. At the end of the main road was what Megan guessed be the lord's hall. There were a few shops lined either side of the road, including a blacksmith. But, most importantly, there was an inn, a sign suggesting it was named 'Dead Man's Drink'. Walking inside, it was surprisingly empty except for a woman behind the bar and another sweeping the floor. She turned to Megan and smiled. "Shor's bones! You're gorgeous girl, you'll turn every man's head in Falkreath!" "Um, thanks." Walking towards the bar, the woman was wiping it down with a cloth, noticing my approach and smiling. "I'm Valga. Welcome to Dead Man's Drink. What can I get you?" "An ale, please." As she poured Megan a tankard, who took a seat on one of the stools, dumping her bag on the floor. "I hear a faint accent in your voice, yet you're clearly not a Nord. Where are you from?" "Just crossed in from Cyrodiil." "Oh, whatever for?" "Needed a change." Placing a tankard in front of her, Megan handed over a couple coins and thanked her. "You've perhaps come at the wrong time, with the civil war and all," she said. "Civil war?" Megan couldn't hide her surprise. She didn't know anything about it. Valga just scoffed. "Of course it wouldn't be news in Cyrodiil. Ever heard of Ulfric Stormcloak?" Megan shook her head. "The White-Gold Concordat and the banning of Talos worship?" "Well, the only thing I can suggest is that you watch yourself when on the open road. The Empire and Stormcloak both patrol, and sometimes don't mind taking prisoners." Megan took a room for the evening, dumping her bag on the single bed, and as the inn started to fill up for the evening, she found herself chatting with some of the locals. Most were either fellow Nords, but there were a few from Cyrodiil and even a Redguard, a woman by the name of Zaria who ran the local apothecary. As they chatted, Megan could feel an underlying tension between certain people, believing it was probably due to the civil war. Some of the Nords were proud to tell her they backed the Stormcloak Rebellion, as it was called. Megan kept any opinion to herself, not that she had one, merely stating she'd just arrived and was wondering what to do.

It had been a trying affair for the Dragonborn, taking down Alduin, and much had changed in Skyrim since then. He had just returned from the beyond, Sovngarde, crossing the veil back so that he could be among the living again, and thus it was after his meeting with the remaining Blades that he felt he could finally relax. Or at least, that was the plan. Naturally, everything went to shit just about right away. For this Dragonborn, Malakir, had a secret, and that was what tended to lead him astray. While his blood bore a special mark that enabled him to engage with the great soaring beasts and even speak their language, he had not gone about making his mark in the "usual" way. He was definitely not the type to be moral and trustworthy at all times. In point of fact, Malakir happened to be a maleficar of some considerable skill, having honed his craft and the ability to create wondrous spells throughout the days and weeks and months leading up to his climactic battle. He dealt in dark magic of all kinds, spells that could flay someone alive or reduce them to dust or worse, and he had not shied away from using these abilities for maximum carnage. Therefore he was a killer, and of the kind that had no qualms about ending the lives of the many residents of Skyrim, specifically those that had been in his way. Cruelly he'd dispatched them all, burning entire leagues of enemies or making them choke on their own blood. It was a particular failing of his that he liked causing pain, and often ramped up the damage done to the level of pure evil, if he had a choice in the matter. To make those who would stand against him truly suffer happened to be his ideal aim, and he achieved this as much as humanly possible. It was almost all too easy to use just his fists, lined with immense power, to make all of this happen - and he had done so in his own inimitable way. Up until now, that is. Malakir needed a rest, so he was on his way to Falkreath to get some if he could. It was a cozy town, with few notable marks along the path, and even fewer within. Yet, it housed a point of interest for one such as him - that of Grave Concotions, where the alchemist happened to be of considerable skill. Hence, it was as good a place as any to determine what he should do next, with the whole of Tamriel at his whim if he so chose. On the back of his horse, Shadowmere, with the Robes of Twilight adorning his dark skin, Malakir moved slowly across the lanes, and a few passers-by waved at him delightedly, happy to make themselves known to him. He waved back, but there was no heart in it - he didn't care at all, truth by told. No, the only thing that he truly gave a damn about was getting his rocks off, if he could help it. He hadn't been with a woman in a good while, and one other thing about Falkreath that he loved was the quantity of cheap whores available, all of whom were supposedly rather good at their job. Sighing, and stroking his facial hair, Malakir made his way to the local inn, the Dead Man's Drink, and tied up his mare outside, then made his way inside with firm steps to signal his arrival. They would know who it was. As he walked past the entrance, he stopped, and marveled at what he had found. A woman, a beautiful one, sat there adorned in armor, chatting away with the barkeep, and Malakir was entranced. His dark brown irises traced every inch, every curve, and he patiently sat at one of the tables, purposefully keeping away. It was only once the woman retired to her room that he approached the bartender. Valga looked at him and smiled, recognizing his face at once. "Ah, the Dragonborn here in the flesh. Welcome to Dead Man's Drink." She poured him a spiced rum, then asked the critical question. "Who was that woman that you were just speaking with?" Malakir ordered a spiced rum, and then asked the critical question. "Who was that woman that you were just speaking with?" Valga got his drink, and then answered him. "Oh that's...well, I didn't catch her name," she began sheepishly, "but she's just over from Cyrodil. I told her to watch her back, as there are many different parties about who will snatch her instantly, when it comes down to it." Malakir smiled, and took a big swig from his glass. "Interesting. Yes, it could be very bad for her indeed if she's not careful. Smart advice." Exactly how bad it would be, only he knew.</s>

As Yang made her way from Beacon to her favorite hang out, The Dust, which was the hottest nightclub within walking distance. She always liked to go there either when she just got back from a mission or just wanted to let loose. There wasn't anything like letting the beat take over you as you danced the night away. For Yang, she always made sure she had enough alcohol in her to survive for at least a few hours. Pulsating beats, some likeminded individuals grinding and bumping their bodies together was the best feeling in the world. After about three songs of non-stop octane and lust-filled grinding, Yang gave herself a few minutes to catch her breath and just allow herself to watch others as they did just what she did. She parked at a seat at the bar, waving to the bartender. "My usual." "So, scotch on the rocks?" Yang nodded. As the bartender poured it, Yang looked at the dance floor, smiling, sipping her drink casually.

Michael had graduated Beacon just a few years ago and was now a seasoned Hunter through and through. He still hung around however and often liked to drop by Beacon for old times sake. Whenever he did, he always liked to visit The Dust. It was one of the best clubs he had ever been to and it was often a great way to unwind after a mission. He walked into the club, the music washing over him as he took in a deep breath of the lust and alcohol that filled the air. He was tall and toned, with short brown hair and slightly tanned skin with hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses. He held his weapon, a cane in his right hand as he walked around for a bit. His eyes locked onto Yang as she danced...she mesmerized him as she swayed her hips, grinding up against anyone who seemed willing and that was basically everyone on the floor. He licked his lips as she made her way to the bar and he followed shortly after. He heard her order and grinned, what were the odds they had the exact same favorite drink? "I see the beautiful and sexy dancer has good tastes in drinks as well." Michael made his presence known with a grin as he took a seat next to her at the bar and waved to the bartender. "I'll get what she's having, and I'll buy her drinks too!" With that, he turned to Yang and raised one of his eyebrows, clearly curious. "So, sexy...what's your name?"</s>

Beli Lapran & Kyanna Delrio November 21st 14:55 PM Lavender Bay Exact Location: Inside The Fitness Club "Just a bit more. We're in the home stretch for today's lesson." Beli lifted her head while keeping herself in the plank position. A proud smile appeared on her face as she saw most of the students, or at least attendants, of her Yoga Class heeding her words. Most, if not all, were visibly sweating which was perfect. If they weren't, it meant they were doing all of the poses wrong. As she scanned the room, she noticed Kyanna trying to wear what was likely a teasing glare. And ... she was right. Kyanna was much more used to working out in the more ... typical way, as it were. Weights, machines, things like that. Still, she had recommended to just about everyone new she met that Beli's classes were worth it, and she stood by those words. Yoga was, in itself, a challenge. Kyanna would even go so far as to say it was tougher than the more chosen methods of working out. Yoga required a bit more discipline, which thus meant one had to have more determination and even ambition to complete these sorts of poses. Weren't we in the home stretch a few more minutes ago?! Kyanna thought to herself, gritting her teeth as she forced herself to hold the Plank position. Right when it felt she was ready to slump forward, Beli spoke up again. "Annnnd go on and lie on your backs for the Corpse position. Take as long as you need to regain your breath and composure and ... we'll be done for the day. Good job, everyone!" Some of the people applauded as their nonverbal manner of thanking Beli. Others offered praise or thanks out loud. Either way, not long after listening to her words, most of everyone began to leave the building. Within moments, Beli found herself alone with just Kyanna and ... one of the newer people who had started attending. A male, at that matter, which was a nice change of pace. Most of the people in her class were women, so it was nice to see a male who was comfortable enough to attend. It was even nicer that he didn't seem to mind being taught yoga by her ... a woman. It was silly, but some people did legitimately get upset about that fact. A smaller handful even disliked that she was as tall as she was .. something Beli was already very self-conscious about without their help. Kyanna would be the first to break the silence, and thus snap Beli away from her thoughts. "No, trying to kill me. Man, Beli. You really know how to .... whew .... push us." Beli chuckled as she grinned and walked towards a nearby shelf, grabbing some spare towels. One was thrown to the newcomer, the other to Kyanna, and the last was for herself. She took a moment to wipe the sweat off her face, with Kyanna eagerly following suit. "I think this is where the proverb 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' comes into play. It's at least helping you stay in shape like you want." "That it is," Kyanna quickly concurred, glancing over to her newest acquaintance. "So ... what'd I tell you? She's amazing, isn't she?" Beli blushed a bit, waving a hand dismissively, only for Kyanna to shake her own head adamantly. "Nu-uh. You absolutely deserve it. You don't give yourself nearly enough credit." "W-well ...." Beli stopped, already sensing she wouldn't be able to win that 'debate' of sorts. Instead, she silently glanced over, waiting to hear his thoughts on whether he'd enjoyed the class or not.

Xander Caldwen & Kyu The home stretch, she said. There were muscles in his body that felt like they were on fire and he couldn't even remember having them in the first place. All he knew in this moment was that this was exercise and if it wasn't for the gorgeous women here he might have considered leaving. It wasn't that he didn't like being in shape, he did, but this was contorting his body. Well, maybe it was useful. At the end of the day he was in pain and he kept pushing forward in the name of doing what he was supposed to do. He grumbled just a little under his breath while the fairy sat on the floor next to him. She would have thought she would be looking at him and guiding him, but instead the pink-haired fairy's eyes were firmly on the ass of the woman in front of him, staring with absolutely zero shame as she licked her lips. "I could get used to this." He sighed a little as he heard Kyu speak. Sometimes he wondered if there was an off switch to exactly how thirsty she could be. He knew there wasn't though. Ever since he'd met her, she had proven to give valuable advice on getting his life together while simultaneously taking every chance to comment on how much she wanted to sleep with every woman he met. There were very few exceptions. Still, he held the positions he was asked to, reminding himself to be thankful for all that time spent keeping himself in shape. If he wasn't already in decent shape, he was fairly certain he would have collapsed already. "Come on, you're not even looking around. Look at all of them in yoga pants! I could have a field day here." "He was reminded, once more, of their initial meeting," Kyu said with a smile. "I came to him in a bar where no one else could see me and swept him away." She went right into tips and tricks, telling him that she'd been sent by the goddess Venus herself to help him find love. Called him a challenge because he generally kept to himself and did his own thing. He'd been on dates before. They just rarely went well because his heart wasn't in it. They'd bored him within minutes. Kyu, however, told him that she knew how to find interesting people and he was going to get laid by the end of it. He was still coming to terms with the idea of an invisible goddess sent fairy trying to get him laid and in a steady relationship to boot. Not only that but she said he needed to aim higher. To go for two compatible women and date them both. She was mad. And yet here he was after having run into Kyanna at the gym a week or so back. They'd talked for a little bit and had a little chemistry when she'd mentioned this class. Figuring that there was no reason not to try, he'd come to the end of the last class to see how it looked. Kyu had made a similar comment as she just did now. The fairy was certainly easily entranced. Beli, however, was really something. Striking, certainly, but she was good at what she did too. He could see that the other ladies respected her and seeing how she and Kyanna got along had him thinking. Once he was on his back and catching his breath, he noticed that Kyanna and Beli were both talking. Trying to get his opinion which brought a little smile to his face as he cracked one eye open. "Beli? She's great. Knows what she's doing, looks incredible doing it, and somehow manages to make it all seem effortless. The class?" He raised his hand halfheartedly and waved it as if he was incapable of getting off the ground. "How are you two so okay after that? I thought I was in good shape. I think I flexed muscles I forgot existed." He gave Kyu side-eye as she made such an obviously crude joke before slowly getting into a seated position. "Seriously though, that was great. Thanks for hosting the class and you, Kyanna, thanks for inviting me. Wouldn't have even thought to come without your suggestion." He held out his hand as if looking for some help getting up as his clothes clung to him a little from the sweat. He was dressed in a loose fitting shirt and basketball shorts that didn't do much to hide the somewhat toned figure he had. He had always been athletic though he'd never really broken into playing in college or beyond. Just some recreational leagues for basketball here and there.</s>

"Light and Shadow" Paris. 1918. It was dark in the room. The only light was the red and blue of the neon lights of the hotel sign, shining through the slats of the blinds and reflecting from the large mirror above the ornate dresser on the opposite wall. Streaks of light played across the furnishings - a king-sized four-post bed and canopy, two wing-backed chairs and a small table, a wardrobe. Distantly, the sounds of the Parisian streets could be heard. The door opened, granting a glimpse of the rooms beyond. A tall, slim man entered. His dark hair was somewhat longer than was fashionable, and his dark goatee gave his features a saturnine air, and his pale skin shone in the dim light. He wore a grey suit and white shirt, with a paisley silk tie, and walked with a swaying, rolling gait like that if a man too long at sea. A woman followed him, laughing and hanging on to his hand. She was small, with a great mass of wavy chestnut hair and dancing blue eyes, and skin the color of coffee and cream. Her white dress clung to her proud, slim body and left her long, coltish legs bare below the knees. She drew herself into the man's arms, her lips rising to meet his as they stepped to one side. His hands cupped her firm behind as her arms twined around his neck, and tongues lazily duelled as they kissed deeply. "So forward, Monseur Sparrow!" she laughed, her fingers stroking his neck and loosening his tie. The knot came undone and she undid the top two buttons, placing gentle kisses on the skin beneath. "Whatever would your wife say, if she saw us!"

Their laughter echoed in the alleyway, the sound of their stumbling footsteps following them around the corner. Whispers, giggles, kisses, caresses complemented perfectly the blare of a trumpet and the occasional stare. She'd found a new obsession in the contrast of their skin and couldn't stop staring, watching her hand in his, their laced fingers. He was so different from anyone she'd ever been with before. They tumbled together through the dark rooms until they found the knob for the appropriate one. "Jack!" She only ever called him Jack when he was in trouble. The petite redhead's eyes flicked over them both before she slapped him though not half as hard as she felt he deserved. "Why would you do that?" she demanded. "I told you to wait for us. You remember what happened in Singapore." The women's eyes met for a moment and they shared a knowing smirk before a pair of large, muscled arms wrapped around her waist. "She can be very persuasive, chere," the second man mumbled into her neck, placing kisses along her throat and shoulder. "You are very much alike." Dark hands slid down her black beaded dress, gathering the fabric in bunches, pulling the skirt up around her hips. Jack's wife met his eyes with a triumphant little smirk before she turned to face her companion. A black silk tie and waistcoat were the only interruptions of color in his white suit and it was on those she focused now, her fingers deftly managing both before she was once again distracted. Her pale hands seemed to glow in the dim neon light against coffee-dark skin as they slid over his shaved pate and down to his cheeks where she held him before pushing herself up onto her toes to cush a kiss to his lips. Celine--for the woman in Jack's arms was named Celine--grinned over Jack's shoulder at the two before returning her attention to the man at hand. Slender fingers forced the surrender of two more buttons and her hands splayed across his chest, pushing the fabric partway off of his shoulders while she traced more kisses over his skin. "Your wife is too hard on you, Monsieur Sparrow, and my husband too lenient." Her kisses strayed up his neck as she undid his last few buttons, untucking his shirt and pushing it and his suit coat to the floor. "Perhaps we can earn forgiveness if we show them just how persuasive I can be, non?"</s>

Alina had learned that morning that she was to be transferred. Though part of her would like to think that she would finally be free of the constant tests and experiments. By now she knew that was not going to be the case, but she had a plan. Usually, they gas her to knock her out since darts or needles could not be used with her subconscious barrier blocking them even if she was asleep. Though her barrier blocks the gas, it was only able to keep it out for as long as her air pocket lasted, though recently it seemed like her barrier had developed an ability to simply filter the clean air in. Then as they place the mask over her face when strapped into the stretcher they use to transfer her, she would create another small space to allow the gas to be stored around her body while she breathed fresh air since that was sealed. It did not take long for her plan to come into action, it went surprisingly well, though she did get knocked out for a short time, due to her not quite performing the mask block technique properly. She awoke mid helicopter ride during transfer, not what she hoped it would have to do. She used the barrier she had learned to create and control to get between the spinning blades of the helicopter. It worked better than she could have hoped as nearly immediately the helicopter came plunging down. Crashing into the large yard belonging to Superhero High! Though that was not something Alina was aware of. The crash happened so fast the pilot wasn't even able to call out the mayday before they hit the ground, sending the guards and pilot to their deaths as Alina only managed to survive the brutal crash because of her barrier. Though she was still exhausted from the gas that managed to get into her system, combined with the stress of experiencing a helicopter crash knocked her unconscious.

The students of Superhero High were eating dinner before everyone was to retire to their respective dorm rooms for the night, although Supergirl had other plans. Everyone knew that due to her alien physiology and the fact that she had not done anything sexual (even with a girl) before leaving Krypton and coming to Earth's yellow sun... She found she could only get relief from girls. Usually the same ones. Tonight was no different than any other Italian night. Batgirl, who Supergirl usually sat with, shook her head as she held up a hand. "Kara! Aauugghh! You have had six pieces of garlic bread already! I'm not even kissing you, little alone making out! Not tonight! Woof, you need to lay off the garlic, girl!" Harley Quinn laughed merrily. "Heeheehee at least no Kryptonian vampire would wanna sink their teeth into her!" Supergirl approached with that look and Harley readied her bat, swinging it like a batter ready for a pitch. "Don't think it, Lady Blue! You reek of garlic!" Not deterred she went to Ivy next. "I don't know how my new powers work yet, Kara, but just your breath and my pets both complain and wilt! Go away with your stinky plant suffocating smell!" Wolverine watched all this with mild amusement until the crash happened and the smell tickled his nostrils. "Football field, heroes! Move it! Check for survivors and put out any fire you see any way you can!" Logan pretty much led the charge as he was the physical education trainer/instructor at the school. The mad rush out the cafeteria was led by Wolverine, until Flash zipped by followed by Velocity a moment later... Until Supergirl beat them both and started blowing garlic breath, extinguishing flames and any heroic student foolish enough to get in her way, or rather, her breath's way. Catwoman, Wonder Woman, Velocity and Flash all lay on the still smoldering ground, choking and gagging from garlic inhalation, tears streaming from their eyes. Wolverine was as adamant as his adamantium bones. "SUPERGIRL!" he barked, "Bucket brigade! Now!" "But it worked!" Kara complained. "NOW!" Wolverine ordered, pointing to the faucet. "Four friendly fire casualties, heroes, get them to fresh air! Batbrains! With me!" Barbara was in no wise going to correct her phys ed instructor about her name, so she dutifully helped Wolverine look amongst the wreckage. "Doesn't matter how bad Kara's garlic breath is, Mr. Logan, there's no way she did that." She pointed and Wolverine shook his head as he saw the charred remains. "Move on, Missy. Nothing can be done. Let's keep looking." Ivy was doing her best with a seeming plant blanket, smothering embers that shot out of the woods the bucket brigade was at just on the edge of the property. She noticed the unconscious survivor, as she could some how sense a heartbeat. Tilting her head, she approached both curiously and cautiously. "Quickly friends," she said to some nearby ivies and the carpet of grass. "Careful to the infirmary. No time to lose. Oh, I know your burns hurt, my grass friend, but she's alive. Mr. Logan is too busy..." She grimaced as Wolverine let out a gutteral growl of "KARA!!! KEEP YOUR BLASTED GARLIC BREATH IN YOUR MOUTH! YOU'RE TO REMAIN SILENT THE REST OF THE NIGHT! NOT A PEEP OUTTA YA! Lady Shazam! Another hero casualty! I need a brewski..." Ivy silently snuck away to the infirmary with the lone survivor of the crash.</s>

Welcome to a jinsley GOT/HOTD production! tab tab tab *Hey! Did you know there is a modern au? check it out here!* valar morghulis "My Life" PRINCESS VISAERA TARGARYEN THE LITTLE JEWEL VISAERA (COMMON TONGUE) tab VISAERA (HIGH VALYRIAN) tab OTHERS The only sounds Visaera Targaryen could hear other than the wind blowing aggressively against her face were the rhythmic beats of Moonfyres massive wings and her pounding heart. It was her dragons wings that she focused on to distract her. They had been flying for hours now. Even though she left Highgarden very early that morning, she knew it would take at least half the day to arrive at Kings Landing. And as much as she wanted to make it a non-stop flight, her aching hands couldn't hold onto her dragons scales for long. She lost nearly all feeling to her fingers long ago and had to constantly look down at her sore hands just to know that she was still holding on. Besides, it wasn't like Moonfyre would even listen to her if she asked him to land so that they could rest. The sky was his kingdom and he would never sacrifice it for anyone; not even his rider. Visaera squinted against the wind, keeping her gaze focused. There was nothing but green below them whenever there was a break in the clouds. Every once in a while they would pass a small village or a handful of houses. She hadn't seen a town since leaving the lands of Highgarden. And as they steered away from the path of the Roseroad, they probably wouldn't see another town until they arrived at Kings Landing. The hours trapped in the sky left Visaera with too much time to ponder. Millions of thoughts flashed in and out of her mind. When she wasn't laboring over her efforts to remain on dragonback or focusing on his wing beats against the wind to distract from said labors, she was thinking about the last three years. How she had been forced to leave her home to stay with the Tyrells. How she was now leaving what felt like her second family. Lady Tyrell had not protested Visaera's decision to return to Kings Landing a year before her wedding to her son, but she also didn't approve of it. But Lady Tyrell was just like her long ago; pulled away from her family at a young age to marry into a noble family. Visaera would miss the many women she befriended and loved in Highgarden. But abandoning them was important to her. She needed this year away from what was to be her future to return to what truly is most important. Virys. Visaera's eyes stung as the brutal winds dried her tears. Three years. It had been three years since she last saw her twin brother. Her other half. Her Life. It was only because she clung to thoughts of him that she survived these three years away from him. Although it pained her that he hadnt come to visit her in the time they were separated, she still hung on to the hope that everything that was shared between them before they were separated by duty remained. To hell with what the rumors and news told her about what he did to keep busy in Kings Landing without her. Visaera knew deep down in her heart the very heart that beats just for him that he would never, ever stray. While they had not expressed it out loud the last time they were together, Visaera knew. She knew it from the moment his lips touched hers that night before he left her to fight another one of their father's battles. She knew it in the way he held her that entire night. And she needed this year before she gave herself to duty and Deric Tyrell to show him, tell him, that no matter what life threw at them to pull them apart, she would always love him and only him. Virys Targaryen was her Life and without him life itself was meaningless. Moonfyre suddenly shifted under her, turning abruptly east with a strong pump of his massive wings. Visaera winced, tightening her legs against his hard dragon scales to hold on. All thoughts of her twin brother vanished as she focused on not falling. But with this brief, sudden distraction, other darker thoughts crept in. Viasera shut her eyes tight, begging and urging for The Darkness to disappear. She muttered under her breath a prayer to The Mother for mercy and peace and then a prayer to The Warrior for strength against what was about to come. Tears swelled once again as she felt the shadowy curtain fall over her, revealing the menacing demons that slithered along her spine and presented the first licks in her mind. What if he doesn't love you anymore? Or, what if he never did? Why exert all this energy to return to him when he so obviously no longer wants you? He has fucked his way through almost all of Kings Landing. What use does he have with someone like you? A heaviness clenched at her chest as the thoughts grew louder. As always, they were cruel to Visaera. They were menacing with the illest of intent. No matter how many years passed or how much she fought back, It always came back stronger and ready to attack at a moment of weakness. But Visaera wasn't going to back down. No. She hadn't suffered and fought for three years to give into Its seductive suggestions to let go; to release her iron grip of Moonfyres scales. With one more prayer to the Gods, she opened her eyes to focus on all that was in front of her and let the light back in. Slowly, but very reluctantly, The Darkness slithered away leaving chills down her spine as it vanished. She couldn't allow It to return before she returned to Kings Landing. She wouldn't allow anything to deter her from returning to her dear brother's arms. He was waiting for her. She knew it. To hell with all the rumors and facts she heard about him over the last three years, she knew him better than anyone in all the Seven Kingdoms. Virys needed her just as much as she needed him. After being airborne for nearly half the day, Visaera held her breath as Moonfyre made his quick descent from the clouds to fly over Kings Landing. The Great Sept was the first landmark she noticed once her vision had sharpened. But she didn't focus on it for too long, turning her attention immediately to the Red Keep as it loomed above the city. Finally, she was home. She wanted so very much to just fly right to the Keep and begin the reunion that mattered to her the most. But she knew she couldn't. Prior to her departure from Highgarden, she made arrangements with her family to reunite with them elsewhere. So after one last look at her home, Visaera shouted her instructions to her dragon and once more tightened her grip to prepare for his complete descent, his large shadow looming over the many brick buildings they passed as they soared above the city. She wasn't surprised to see only her mother and Saera, her older sister, were on the royal beaches awaiting her arrival. Even though she was informed that all of her family would come to welcome her home, she never once expected her father, King Aerys, or any of her half siblings from his first marriage to be in attendance. What surprised her and disappointed her was the absence of the one member of her entire family that she actually cared to see the moment she landed. Visaera didn't bother to hide the frown as she climbed off Moonfyre. As soon as her feet touched the sand, her dragon spread his wings and returned to the skies. The poor dragon keepers were not going to see him for a while. No amount of High Valyrian commands were going to force her free soaring companion back into the Dragonpit. She just hoped the neighboring farms were ready. Her disappointment remained despite her small smile as her mother and sister approached. Unlike her, they were all smiles and excitement as they took their turns embracing her and welcoming her back. But that didn't stop her from returning the kind gestures. She immediately hugged Saera back and let her older sister gush over her apparent transformation since they last saw each other. When it was her mothers turn, Visaera offered her the barest of affection: a loose one-armed hug and a civil ear to hear all about how happy the woman was over her return. Visaera said nothing to her mother. She had nothing to say to her since she first saw the signs that she was abandoning her youngest son to the abuse of their family. They remained on the royal family's private beach for longer than Visaera would have liked and her anxious impatience gradually started to show. Where is Virys? she asked, her eyes staring intently at the stairs that led to the Red Keep. Surely her brother saw her dragon earlier. Besides that, he had to know of her return. It wasn't like Saera, her most trusted confidante while she remained in Highgarden, to keep this good news from their little brother. Among their entire family, Saera was the only one who truly knew the extent and intensity of Visaera and Virys relationship. Her mother and sister paused and they made no effort to hide the hesitancy in their exchanged gazes. Visaera winced, trying to ignore the heaviness in her chest. Your brother is her mothers started, but paused to once more look at her eldest daughter. Saera sighed and nodded. He had a previous engagement. Visaeras face hardened. What do you mean? Did he not know of my return? Whatever this previous engagement was, it must be very important for him to prioritize it over her. Very little outranked her when it came to her brother. Saeras hands shifted awkwardly. Yes, he knew. Visaera stiffened, her hands closing into fists at her sides. Where is my brother? Her vision tunneled as she sped through the many corridors of the Red Keep. She completely abandoned all decorum as she took the multiple staircases two steps at a time. She ignored her mother's instructions to go to her bedchamber to freshen up and rest after her long journey. Rest meant nothing to her if it kept her away from Virys. When she arrived at the floor of Virys bedchamber, Visaera stopped and looked down one end of the corridor to another. Of course she knew where exactly his bedchamber was. That didn't stop her from needing a moment to catch her breath and prepare for the one moment she had imagined and dreamed of for three years. She had wanted this very moment for so long and she was finally going to have it. A rising heat spread throughout her body at the images that ran through her mind. As she took deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself, she pulled her hair from the bun she wore for her journey and let her long silvery locks fall down her back. She stared intently in the direction of her brother's bedchamber, her fingers tingling with anticipation of everything she planned to do with himfor him. A gentle moan accompanied her shuddering breath. Her body felt unnerved and impatient. But her mind still needed an extra moment to prepare for everything that she knew was about to occur between them once she opened his bedchamber door. What her hands would do. What her lips would do. Oh, how she ached for him. Her body immediately reacted to the scenarios that played in her head, now with Virys as the additional member to her party; a party that was only for two. She couldn't wait to feel him against her fingertips. To be wrapped in his arms once more. To run her hands through his long silver hair, just as she had that last night they were together. To press her lips eagerly to his once more and then let those same lips explore all of him. She needed him. She needed him so badly. This burning need propelled her forward at last. Her heart raced as his door came closer. Just a few more steps now. Visaera was just at the point of counting down the remaining steps until she reached his door when it suddenly opened. Her eyes widened, and her body froze. Maybe he sensed she was near and was just as impatient for their reunion. Her mind urged her to continue forward and meet him halfway. The longer she stood frozen with her back against the wall, the longer she delayed their long-awaited return into each other's arms. But just as she was about to take that first required step, another foot took a step first. The step that began its departure did not belong to a heavy boot. In fact, it didn't belong to a man at all. From that moment, Visaera felt as if her entire world was crumbling. And through the numerous cracks, The Darkness seeped through like water. It lapped around her feet as she watched a sandaled feminine foot turn into a smooth leg against the thinnest layer of fabric that could barely be considered a dress. The legs turned into curvy hips, a slender waist and ample breasts. It ended with a glazed over expression and disheveled hair as if hands had been through it continuously. It crawled up to her neck where It rested comfortably while licking at her ears and mind. So this is the previous engagement that is more important than you. Visaera couldn't even see the woman as she skipped past her, barely offering her a poor excuse of a curtsy before walking down the staircase. Her eyes continued to stare at the now closed bedchamber door. No. There must be some misunderstanding. Surely that woman hadn't just. You cannot deny what you saw. You know whose bedchamber that belongs to. It is no mistake. Visaera took shaky, hesitant steps forward. The fire that motivated her was extinguished now, leaving her with cold, icy torture and the need to know the truth. She couldn't believe it. Wouldn't believe it. Fuck what she had been told all these years. Fuck that it was Saera that had to tell her. He would never. The words came out like a much-needed breath and were uttered like a mantra as she stepped right in front of the closed door. He couldnt. He wouldn't. He did. As the door slowly opened, Visaeras eyes searched the bedchamber desperately. Everything looked familiar, but foreign at the same time. Nothing about this room felt like what she remembered. The scent was inescapable: a humid mixture of cheap and expensive perfumes and sweat. Each whiff was like a dagger to every part of her body. She couldn't even feel the heaviness in her chest as an emotional numbness came over her. But her eyes continued to search. She looked for just one sign that all of her fears and all she denied were not true. From the corner of her eye, she caught another figure stirring on the messy bed. Slowly, she turned, fear feeding It the ammunition needed to do more than lick at the back of her mind. As her eyes fell on the naked body that too turned in her direction, her own body shattered. Try as she might to deny it, but she could not reject the truth. The man on the bed, naked and showing obvious signs that he was recovering from passionate love making, was the very person she returned to Kings Landing to see. The very person she believed would wait for her. But there was a sharpness to him, a coldness. Even through hooded eyes there was a guarded blankness staring back at her. It was the final blow It needed to sink venomous teeth into her. You see? You see it, yes? You see the way he looks at you. There was no warmth in his gaze. For the briefest second, there was zero recognition in his eyes. You cannot deny any longer what is right in front of you. His distrust. His disdain. How dare you expect him to wait for you when it was YOU that left him? YOU that abandoned him! Her hands fell limp at her sides. She couldn't feel any part of her body anymore. It was almost as if she was watching this scene from outside of herself. He does not want you. He does not love you. You don't DESERVE HIM. She couldn't breathe, or maybe she just wasn't bothering to try. HE HATES YOU!

"My Heart..." PRINCE VIRYS TARGARYEN THE SLIGHTED DRAGON VIRYS (COMMON TONGUE) tab VIRYS (HIGH VALYRIAN) tab OTHERS When Virys woke early that morning, it was his sister Saera paying him a visit with gifts and a reminder of what today was: that his other half was to return after being away at Highgarden for three painfully long years. She had brought new clothes she had made special for him, asked if she could do something with the mess that was his hair, and informed him she was having food brought up for him because, You look as though you havent eaten in days. Which was incorrect. Virys did eat, but very rarely did he do so outside of his own chambers. Nor did he ever accept invitations to dine with anyone, and so it was understandable for Saera to relate his slim, tired physique and social absence to not eating. However Virys said nothing in response to her observation, his eyes were instead trained on the garments shed draped over the back of the settee in front of the fireplace. Please, Virys. Get up, get dressed. I will return later today and we can walk over together? That was a tactic that had worked for her frequently in the past when he was a child. If she were ever unable to get Virys to do something without his twin sister present then she would offer to go with him. But this time around Virys never saw her later. It was likely Saera truly did return to walk with him, but the sounds from his bedchamber would have sent her on to receive their sister alone Virys on the other hand, was far from alone. Sweat had short silvery hair clinging to his face, pale skin flushed, and voice rough as his actions were with the young woman in his bed. He was not violent with her, he never intentionally hurt any of the women he slept with. But he was definitely known for being rough, an outlet for his fiery temper to reach a temporary release. He had long been told of all the benefits of sex. It was said to help relieve pain and stress even boost his general health. Some swore it kept their beer bellies at bay, or would trick their minds into forgetting they were hungry. Hed listened to men tell countless stories of how good it felt. Or point out all their favorite parts on a woman, judging them solely on their physical appearances aloneappearances which had zero effect on Virys. In fact none of these benefits ever graced Virys. If anything sex had complete opposite effects on him. He found it boring and even frustrating. It allowed his mind to wander and brood, and the thoughts he would land on often only further agitated him. Like Visaera was so prominent in his thoughts that his white hot anger was even affecting his vision, causing bright light spots to plague his eyes. His lips moved on their own but without uttering a sound as he mouthed the words "My Heart," while his fingers ran through her silver locks until his vision returned to normal and the darkness settled back into both her hair and his own heart. Virys' grip tightened, resulting in a squeak of pain from the woman beneath him that quickly transformed into spine-tingling moans. Even if she had wanted to escape there was no space for her to wriggle free with how close he was pressed against her. Their skin stuck together everywhere they were in contact, and despite his slim appearance he weighed far too much for her to move on her own. It wasn't until he felt her shudder, her nails digging into his skin, that he finally slowed to a stop. Both were out of breath and for a moment neither made any effort to move beyond Virys lifting his head to look down at her face. She offered him a small smile, her hand leaving his upper body to instead trace his hairline and free all the silver from sticking to his forehead. At her next attempt at affectionate action, he pulled back out of reach. "Don't." He proceeded to then pull out of her and settled next to her on the bed with a frustrated groan. The warning tone in his voice would have worked on just about anyone else, but he had spent more nights with this woman than anyone else, and so she knew which boundaries were safe to push and which to respect. This particular one she knew to be easy to crumble. It wasn't uncommon for her to finish well before him, and sometimes he wouldn't at all. But judging from how painfully hard he was as she sat up, today she couldn't just leave him despite how he reacted to her touch. Her hand high up on his thigh had him grabbing at her wrist to stop her, a growl deep in his throat continuing his earlier warning, but it did nothing to deter her as her fingers now gently caressed his leg. "You'll feel better, I promise." This was one of the only points regarding sex that was true for Virys. Yes it could feel good, but only physically and only briefly. Oftentimes immediately after, Virys would feel disgusted with himself. It wasn't the fact that he slept with whores; they were not weighing on his thoughts at all. Rather, he just felt dirty. Like watching a man get piss drunk and then vomit all over himself before waking up face down in a pool of his own waste. That was usually how sex felt for him. Great during, like enjoying drinks with good company, but once it was over, the aftermath often kicked in hard and fast. This wasn't to say he never enjoyed himself, but the fact that he usually didn't was what had him coming back over and over again, chasing a high he wasnt even sure existed for him. The only part of sex that had ever truly benefited Virys and that he could relate to everyone else was that it often helped him fall asleep. This was especially useful when his mind would run rampant for days and wake him at all hours of the night. The culmination of all the abuse he had endured and was still living through could leave him with many a sleepless night and a temper as high as the dragons could fly. He had been locked in one of those slumps during the days leading up to today: Visaeras return. And so maybe the reason he summoned one of his usuals to his bed was to help him sleep, or maybe he was just looking for any excuse to prolong avoiding their inevitable reunion. The sound of his door opening brought Virys out of his sleep. He hadn't noticed the woman leave his side, but the creaking of the hinges reached him despite the depths of his exhaustion and had Virys clench at the bed sheets as he protested internally at being woken so soon after having practically just fallen asleep. His brow furrowed, wishing to will himself back to sleep, however the lack of a second door sound quickly tipped him off that something was wrong. But what could possibly be wrong? He always paid up front, and no one would dare hassle any of the women he brought back to his bed. Had she just left the door wide open?! That wouldn't make any sense and was extremely uncharacteristic of her, but at this point he really couldn't fathom any reason as to why she hadn't closed the door. Opening his eyes came with some difficulty, his lids were so heavy with the desperate need for sleep. But he forced them all the same as he turned over just enough to glance over to see what was going on. What he found though was that his whore had long gone and instead a smaller, blonder girl stood in the doorway. There was no denying that initially Virys did not recognize this girl who had entered the privacy of his bedchamber. But what felt like minutes frozen in time was merely a few seconds flashing by as he came to an eerie realization of what he was seeing. It was softer, untouched by war, but it was his own face staring back at him. However, this was an impossible feat, as Virys had smashed countless mirrors over the years, all for the same crime that his reflection shared the appearance of his most painful memory, Visaera. While yes, he had known that she was to return today, part of him didn't think she actually would. And so he stared at her now in disbelief, as though she were some phantom in his head. While another part of him had been trying to avoid her, hence his current situation. Wanting to drown out his hurt and not knowing a better way than to overwhelm his senses with the exhaustion that came from fucking away the pain. He had fully intended to not rise from his bed for several hours. To just sleep away the day so as to not wait in anxious anticipation and then be disappointed when his sister did not appear. Only, here she was. She truly had returned. The grogginess in his voice masked the turmoil of emotions racing through him at her appearance. Part of him felt as though he could break down crying on the spot, but it was quickly getting overwhelmed as the fuse to his anger had been lit and it was merely a matter of time now until it caught up and went off. In the beginning, he had tried so many times to go see her in Highgarden. He'd had so many impulsive plans to rescue her. To show up with Yena and burn anyone and anything that got between them. After all that came to be, though, all he was good for was mass casualties and destruction. That was the only time anything ever worked out for him. But each time he tried, Yena went against the usual gentle and maternal nature she had for him and instead would challenge Virys. Blatantly refusing to obey while his emotions ran unchecked and out of control in his distraught rage. By the time he calmed down enough that he could fly, the voices in his head had convinced him not to. It didn't take long for his mourning to shift to loathing, passing the blame to her no matter how unreasonable he was being. She was the reason she had been taken away from him. She was too successful in her studies, actively pursuing a future that did not include him in it. She was the reason he had been left behind to suffer at the hands of their family, none of which were free from the charges. Not even Saera who had done nothing to assist him in bringing Visaera back home. She was the reason he was still plagued by the smell of burning flesh and the screams that came just before death, because she had always been waiting at home to heal his heart each time he went into battle until the day she wasn't and three years later he had yet to recover from that. But her biggest crime of all was loving him. Loving him and then leaving him haunted by the kiss he would never experience again no matter how many others he tasted. Virys was sitting up now, slowly swinging his legs over the side of the bed as though intending to get up and walk over to her. There had previously been an ignited heat in his eyes, taking in her new appearance and the way her long hair framed her perfect and now mature face, leading his gaze downward to how much of her skin was exposed by this new fashion she had shown up in. But now a coldness was settling in as his thoughts raced with all the things he held her accountable for. But even still a conflicting yearning stirred in his heart which was what drove his need to approach her. He didn't get to finish his sentence, his bare feet having only just touched the cold floor when she turned with such a quickness that by the time he realized what was happening she was already gone. Gone. She had left him again. The cold beneath his feet that had initially been helping to ground him against his temper soon became unrecognizable as a dangerous warmth spread out in every direction from the bottom of his chest. He couldn't breathe. The pressure on his lungs was so intense that his mind went blank, unable to process anything beyond the memory of watching her turn and run. Virys jaw clenched tightly, his fingers twitching, longing to feel her in his hands. His tongue ran over his lower lip, both out of irritation and craving. It was a rare phenomenon for him to feel so useless, and his blood boiled angrily inside with each passing minute until at last he stood to his feet. There was a glass and pitcher of wine left out on his table from having shared a drink earlier, but he only got so far as filling the glass halfway. At that point, he let the pitcher clatter back onto the table, picked up the glass, and threw it hard across the room. The wine flew, and the glass shattered on impact. Time was lost on Virys after that. Nothing mattered to him anymore. The other half of his heart had finally returned, and neither pain nor pleasure could convince him to chase after her. He wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted her here on the bed with him. He was better off without her, as he couldn't bear receiving any new wounds. He wanted to pin her down and never let her leave him again. He wanted to grab her by the neck so tightly and force the very air she breathed to come from him alone because no one, in either the heavens or the earth could touch her. The back-and-forth of his polar emotions eventually lulled him back to a light sleep as his body and mind both gave out on him and abandoned his racing heart, fueled by the blood still simmering through his veins. But a knock at his door and someone calling his name pulled his consciousness back out with a sense of deja vu when he turned over at the sound of his door opening again. Saera had returned, although it was unclear whether she had seen or spoken to Visaera after her twin had fled from his room. Or if she was simply checking in on him for his sake. But regardless, it was no secret that he had not been on the beach to welcome his beloved sister home. And Saera knew better than anyone in all of the seven kingdoms just how hard the separation had been for him. It was very unexpected for him not to have gone to see Visaeras arrival. He should have been camped out there since dawn. But Saera was neither naive nor ignorant to his demons. Having experienced a few of his raging rants over the past three years, she was familiar with how much anger he harbored for his twin, and the fact that he wasn't currently with Visaera told her all she needed to know: their reunion hadn't been a happy one. Neither sibling spoke for a while though. It was almost as though they were analyzing one another, trying to read the other's mind. Saera knew that if she said the wrong thing then the next words from his mouth would be poison. And Virys knew she knew. In fact it was almost amusing watching her mind plot out the safest course of action. Virys had been subjected to cruelty and being the source of others disappointment all his life. And while Saera had spent all her years in Kings Landing trying to protect him from it all. This time was different. This time she was intervening in the twins affairs knowing that neither would survive if it got too out of hand. So in the end, she chose not to baby him, not this time around. Compared to the morning when Virys wouldn't look her in the eye, now he was practically burning holes in her with his stare. She lifted her chin and swallowed. She was nervous. And rightfully so. Saera was no stranger to her brother's ways, and while she knew he would not harm her the way she had seen him assault others who had upset him, she still harbored a general fear of his outbursts. She had seen Visaera quiet him with ease with just a touch of her fingertips and a few velvety assurances in Valyrian as though he were a dragon. But while Saera knew and understood her brother well, she lacked that soulmate connection the twins shared and as such was not confident she would be able to reel him back if things got out of hand. It wouldn't take a genius to tell that Virys wasn't mentally at a place where he could hear others today. She would be unable to break through his armored heart to talk any sense into him. But that didn't mean she couldn't try to plant a seed for later. "Mother is having the kitchen prepare Visaeras favorite foods." That was all the hint Virys needed: a subtle invitation to join them later to eat. But Saera also knew that there were a lot of uncertain factors at play in her plan. She was fairly certain she could convince their mother to humor them a while longer before showing up to eat. But Virys was the wildcard in this scenario; he hated the two women he loved the most in the world - their mother and Visaera - but he couldn't forgive their mother for abandoning him as a child, which made it difficult for him to trust her. His relationship with their mother was so off-and-on, and it was clear he wanted her love as he had felt as a small child. However, he couldn't forgive her for betraying him, which constantly let him down and caused him to be upset. When Virys finally came downstairs, he was dressed in new clothes that Saera had brought him earlier that morning, though his hair was still unkempt after his earlier session and subsequent multiple naps. He noticed two things immediately upon entering the room: firstly, he was clearly an unexpected guest; secondly, Visaera. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on her and he was unable to look away. He had come down thinking that he wanted to see her but now that he was here, he could feel the pain bubbling inside of him and regretted having ever left the safety of his room upstairs. He should have just gone to the dragon pits and sought comfort from Yena, who was the only one who would never leave his side. Even when she did not agree with him, she matched his temper head-on and didn't tiptoe around him. But he was already there, frozen in place, completely captivated by everything Visaera had become over their years apart while simultaneously feeling the wounds she had left behind fester in her presence. He could hear their mother fumbling with her words as she tried to invite him to join them at the table, throwing useless apologies about how she didn't think he would be able to join them or else she would have sent for him earlier. Virys didn't offer her a single response; he was fixated completely on his other half and the way she wouldn't meet his gaze. Look at me. There was movement in the room as the attendants were ordered to fetch him a plate. Virys had half a mind to snap that he wouldn't be staying, but Visaera still had not acknowledged him either physically or verbally. Look at me! Virys, why don't you? Welcome home, sister, he didn't sound as distant as he did, but Virys emotions had his entire system on edge and unable to settle now that he was finally face to face with her. He did manage to cross over to the table though, consciously choosing to avoid his usual place beside her and instead opting to pull out the chair directly across, his eyes never once leaving her as he took a seat. You look well. While he had been here in Kings Landing losing more and more of himself each day that she was gone, Visaera was practically glowing. It appeared to Virys as though Highgarden had been kind to her, even suited her. From her dress to her hairstyle and fair skin, she absolutely embodied the kingdom. Whereas in contrast he had reached his all time lowest and it showed in the shadows under his eyes and the bruises and scars that decorated his skin. She had left him to suffer this pain alone and no one, not even Yena had been able to soothe his wounded heart. But Visaera did not look as though their time apart had affected her. She was fine. She didn't need him the way he needed her. She had grown and matured from the dependent relationship they had had their entire life leaving Virys stuck in the past. She didn't need him. But she was literally his heart, and in her absence he had felt his own beating weaker and weaker. In fact, it wasn't until today where it pounded painfully in his chest that he truly felt alive. And that was all because of her. Because she had returned to torment and tease him for the remaining days until she left the Targaryen family and officially became Tyrell. Visaera Tyrell, the name did not suit her. But it was not like it mattered how he felt about it. Clearly she didn't care about his concern in the matter or she never would have followed through with her engagement. Had their situations been reversed, he never would have left her. Never. And he would prove that from this point on. Everywhere she went, he would be there. He would be her shadow from today until her last day in Kings Landing. His head tilted, hair falling out of his eyes that had yet to leave Visaera and only moved to take in more and more of her new appearance. Longing to move closer, to feel her touch and her breath against his skin. To pull the strings from her dress and Virys shifted uncomfortably in his chair at the new sensation burning within alongside his anger. He busied himself by grabbing his glass as soon as the attendant presented it to him, taking a drink while Saera tried to navigate the situation she had created by recapping whatever Visaera had already shared with them of her trip and travels. However, it did little to nothing to lessen the intensity in Virys' eyes as he stared almost expectantly across at his twin, wondering how the hell she was able to survive without him all these years and come out looking so good while he had turned to stone without her and was one word away from crumbling to dust under the pressure.</s>

Sora let out a heavy sigh as he pushed open the giant doors leading into Traverse Town. Donald, Goofy, and himself had just defeated Clayton and his heartless in the Deep Jungle, and the boy was absolutely exhausted, as were his companions. It seemed that ever since he first met the two rather strange characters they had been doing nothing but fight endless waves of heartless on different worlds - from Wonderland to the Coliseum to the Deep Jungle it had been nothing but just him slashing his keyblade at any shadow that caught his eye. As much as he wanted to though, he knew he couldn't sleep, not until he found Riku and Kairi and knew both of them were safe. The brunette told Donald and Goofy to go get them a room at the hotel and that he would meet them there later; he wanted to explore a bit, like he did on Destiny Islands. A few minutes later and Sora found himself on top of the Gizmo Shop, where the bell tower was. From here he could see the entire Second District, from the hotel to the various shops. Traverse Town was truly unlike anything he had ever seen on Destiny Islands, which was more of a relaxed environment where people interacted with each other frequently while this place seemed to be as dead as dirt - no one walked the streets. The boy sighed as he fell back onto the roof, putting his hands behind his head as he lay down, listening to the slight breeze in the air. It reminded him of home, Riku, Kairi, and the beach. It made Sora even more homesick than he already was. He closed his eyes, wishing that he would see at least one of his friends soon enough.

Riku walked away after talking with Maleficent for a little bit. He shook his head at her nonsense. Nonsense that seemed to make a little sense for some reason. He sighed, looking up at the dark sky, silver hair falling away from bright green eyes. Maleficent had said that Sora was here, but that couldn't be, right? He sighed a little bit, shoving his hands into his pockets as he explored the area. Was Sora really here? And how did he get here? When he climbed the ladder up to the top of the Gizmo Shop, he blinked when he spotted the familiar brunette lying back. No way. He silently climbed up and cocked his head to the side. "Sora?" he asked, kind of hoping he was mistaken and kind of not.</s>

"Fifteen thousand and five hundred dollars for a herd of Rapidashes - not bad," Chason grinned, patting the heavy suitcase that was propped on the cushioned seat next to him. Even though he planned out the strategy himself, it was his Pokeboys who did most of the dirty work and carried out his scheme. Then again, they were his willing vessels, ready to do anything he wished of them - they were the reason he made a living. While the other Rockets kept loads of Pokeboys to increase the number of their party, he preferred to keep two and focus his attention on them so that they'd be at an advantage in the face of outraging numbers. It was also his efforts that brought them to where they were; Kaiden and Damien. He picked up his fork, then stabbed at the strawberry in his served fruit bowl, gesturing for the boys sitting opposite of him to finish eating, too. He treated them to a meal after every paycheck, and since he was in a relatively good mood today, he was up for taming them both, too - at the same time. He rarely spent quality time with his Pokeboys, just because he simply had no time. But when he did fit it into his hectic schedule to occasionally express his gratitude, he did it effectively. The Rocket member loosened his tie and sat back on his chair, hanging one arm over the backboard of the other seat adjacent to him. "Eat up all you want, boys," he kindly offered, taking a swig of the can of beer he was served. Even though he filled up nearly half of his stomach with alcohol, he wasn't so lenient with letting his beloved boys drink any, mainly for health conditions he was fully conscious of. And beer most likely guaranteed a better fuck. He had a lot more stamina, and he would need it when fucking two. Chason popped a grape into his mouth, glancing out of the PokeCenter's window at the darkening sky. It looked like they would need to room here for the night. They were wanderers most of the time, but they had enough money to let them roost an entire week here if they wanted. Kaiden, the more reserved of the two, warily glanced at their tamer becoming more and more drunk by the passing second. He didn't mind it at all, and knew very well of what rewards that'd bring later in the night. They so deserved a good fuck! The Houndoom morph ran his gloved fingers through his pitch black hair, fingering the rusty brown highlights that were streaked there in some areas. With his teeth, he tugged off of his gloves, then cautiously brought up, "We are being tamed tonight, right? Dinner doesn't settle it at all." He uneasily glanced around at the colorful Pokeboys sitting around them at different tables, looking just disgustingly adorable in their own fashion. They sort of stood out amongst the Pikachus, Azurills, Swablus, and Vulpixes, really. With a sigh, the Houndoom lifted himself off of his seat next to Damien, then rounded the table, plopping down comfortably on Chason's lap. The tamer was quick to wrap his arms around his Houndoom's back, even going as far to poke his fingers underneath the other's waistband. They kissed, and Chason drew away first, leaning forward to plant a peck on the middle of his Pokeboy's chest. "Mmm, of course. There's nothing you two deserve more than a good fuck- I'll cum in both of your asses this time," he promised, ignoring the strange looks they received from the other customers.

Damien was helping himself to most of the food provided to him, alternating between showing his hands in the large claws and simply picking up the food with the pincers on his wrists. The redheaded pokeboy had played a big role in aiding his master in capturing all those pokemon; the Red Blitz wasn't called that for no reason, he was easily able to incapacitate them himself. The pokeboy sat close to his master, pressed up against him really, the black cloth that normally covered his face down so he could feast on the various berries that were his favorite food, preferring the strawberries. He occasionally made a show by aiding his master, lifting an item of food to his lips. The boy only drank a little but quickly demolished the strawberries, his attention sliding around the room, all the people looking at them, or just going about their business, he could really care less, unlike Kaiden, who seemed to care what others thought about him. Damien found it amusing, all the colorful and well-groomed pokeboys all around, barely trained and probably badly tamed, Damien however had his wild hair and dark eyes. He looked completely out of place in the Pokmon Center, along with his comrade Houndoom. Damien gave a glance to the side as the Houndoom climbed up in his master's lap, his master promptly wrapping his arms around the other. Damien looked up, a jealous flare in his eyes. He was well known amongst the rockets for his temper, though he felt that even the Houndoom deserved his turn. Still, the Scizor let out a low growl when their clearly intoxicated master showed the Houndoom a lot of attention. Damien turned his head towards the two, his sharp eyes alighting on them when their master admitted that he would be fucking both of them that night. Damien smiled. It was likely that by the end of the night he would have a lot of cum in him, he knew the Houndoom probably would help, maybe even gang up on Damien - being double-teamed by both his master and his comrade was his favorite sexual activity. Damien waited a moment before he moved, pressing into his master's side and pressing on the charm. "Master," he said, "when do we get to fuck?" He was a lot less inhibited than Kaiden, and proved it by leaning in to kiss Kaiden full on the lips. "I am in the mood." Damien smiled seductively, pecking his master on the cheek. His actions were primarily to embarrass the more reserved pokeboy. Damien made his effort to get into his master's lap, pressing into Kaiden as well - a gesture of affection from the fiery pokeboy. The fiery haired pokeboy smiled at Kaiden. He was a horny one, and they would both be being fucked - maybe even Kaiden would have a turn with Damien, or even get to have him.</s>

The fresh smell of clean air, the soft chirping of birds, a beautiful blue sky with scattered clouds. Everything seemed perfect, or at least Alvin thought so. Alvin was a young teen, at what he considered the peak of his life, sixteen. Today was his birthday, and he was finally able to leave into the world, and be a tamer if he wanted. Though many perused it, he didn't really want that, he just wanted to be with one girl. The one Pokegirl who had captivated his heart already, even so if people might shun that. He didn't care, the rush of wind past him returning him to the real world. The forest around him, this was no place for him to day dream. After all he didn't want to get lost, if so he would never find his way out. His hand rested against a limp tree, this was the third marker he had to remember how to get to there secret place. It was as he was told in between His home town and her village. Even so it was deep into the forest, it would be at least a half a day or more to get from one place to the other, at least that's what Eva had told him. As he rested he began to day dream, for one reason or another his mind drifted to pokegirl match's. The sweat, the grind the moaning and groaning, before long he had a erection. Realizing it he shook it off, "N..No time for that! I gotta get moving or all be late!" Alvin muttered to himself running off before long, getting his mind off of other 'things'. It didn't take him long before he got to the entrance cave. Taking a short break he began in without much hesitation walking in the dark, he had memorized this entire path way, to each crease in the floor, to each rock, or at least the best he possibly could. "Eva!" Alven called out as he skid down a slope right into the light, shielding his eyes where they could have time to adjust.

The girl he was looking for was right there with him already. She quickly walked up to him from behind, jumping on him and wrapping her arms tightly around him. "Ha! You're late Alvin! That's not like you at all!" She gave him a tight squeeze. "Ack! Eva! You're squeezing too hard!" "Huh? Did my voice sound awfully feminine?" Eva's eyes slowly fluttered open, her eyes slowly adjusting to the sunlight. The young Eevee girl could see that she had her arms wrapped tightly around her older sister Luna, who was an Umbreon girl. "Ah! I'm so sorry! Are you okay Luna?" she asked, letting go of her. She sat up while her sister turned to face her. "Yeah...just caught me by surprise. It doesn't matter though, I need to get up anyway instead of staying in bed all day." She patted Eva's head gently before heading out of the room. Eva hopped out of bed and decided to head out again. It was then that she remembered her friend Alvin was going to go visit her again. She felt much happier after that dream, and she couldn't wait to see him again. After telling Luna, she was off deep into the forest to look for him. She knew she'd have to find him fast since he didn't completely know his way around here. Eva could have passed as human if it weren't for her Pokemon-like qualities. She had long brown hair that reached down to her waist, and she even had a pair of ears and bushy tail. As of now, she was wearing a brown button-up shirt with a black skirt. Another one of her sisters had put a scarf around her neck since it was a little chilly. Of course, in this human form she could easily get sick. She came up to the cave where she had met Alvin before, almost entering inside until she heard his voice coming from inside. A sly little grin came onto her face as she decided to try and startle him somehow. She swiftly climbed up onto the top of the opening, waiting until she saw him appear. She went to jump, except her foot slipped on the rock, causing her to tumble forward on top of him. At least he would break her fall. "Owie...ah! Alvin! Are you okay?"</s>

There are just some days that, despite your best efforts, will never redeem themselves. The same goes for people too, and of course, food. After another long day of attempting to save the fate of humanity, Zatanna felt exhausted and worn out. She had always been doing something for others, but nothing for herself. She had previously read in a magazine somewhere that cooking relieved tension, but they must have been sorely mistaken because all it did was add to her stress. Her attempt at making a three cheese broccoli and eggplant bake failed miserably, and now she was hungry, bored, and upset. What she really needed was a way to work out her steam. What better way is there to do that than a wild night in between the sheets without commitment? Sensing a brilliant opportunity, she grabs her coat and slides it over her shoulders and buckles it over her midsection, covering the exposed flesh of her chest and shoulders. As she walks towards the door, she removes her favorite top hat from the rack and leaves without stopping, her costume now fully complete. Her destination: Cape and Cowl, the hottest new club in town, the one place where she can fit in with the crowd of mundane everyday people. Her arrival in the club already started to make her feel better, and as she thought, she looked just like one of them. Her eyes scanned the place for interesting people and she noticed someone of interest not too far away from the bar. People looked her up and down, probably thinking that her costume was a really good knockoff, even if it was the real deal, and she sits down at the bar near the man, crossing her fishnet clad legs in front of her. "Nice place. Come here often?" she asked the man confidently, even though she knew it was the worst pickup line she could have ever used.

Thomas chuckled, taking in the sight of the babe-acious raven-haired woman. Most would call her a good cosplayer, but to one who was a demon summoner, well magic left a mark on the soul that was often referred to as a taint. Even his rookie skills could see this woman glowing. He smirked as he said, "I'd hope so, since I own this place. What do I owe to the pleasure of having the world's strongest magical female in my humble establishment?" Thomas was tall, just under seven feet, with white blond hair brushed back into an elaborate braid that stopped just above his ass. He wore a crimson silk button-up shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, fingerless gloves on each hand, black slacks, and black combat boots with steel toes laced up. His sapphire blue eyes ran down her body as he said, "Damn girl, if more heroines looked like you, I'd never have hung up my cape." Thomas nodded to a six-foot-nothing succubus who had brought them both drinks. She was wearing a Wonder Woman outfit, which she pulled off perfectly. Smirking, he said, "I only hire noncombatants, and besides, do you know how hard it is for a normal girl to pull off the Princess's aura? It always feels fake. I have a half-orc around here as Hawkgirl, totally opposite issue."</s>

Dash sighed, tapping away at his keyboard. The sixteen-year-old was the restless type, easily bored. The lines of code before him flashed across his screen, and he huffed. His program was still unfinished. He brushed his flat blonde hair aside, preparing to type. The program was an eccentric one, but hopefully soon functional. He had learned intriguing tricks with this new coding language, some of which seemed impossible until he had tested them. The most secret of which he told no one about: the other realm. He'd discovered someplace...else. A visiting world, completely empty, to which he had no idea how it had gotten there or what its purpose was. He traveled there on rare occasion, as it provided some peace from louder days, and time didn't...pass as quickly. It was hard to describe, but sometimes he'd drift there without warning. This was proving to be one of those nights. Restless, he executed a program with functions he knew few others had seen, and before long, he was standing in an open field. Sure it seemed impossible, but it had become his nature to accept impossibilities and run with them. He reclined on the cool grass, relaxing, trying to concentrate on the innumerable things that crossed his mind that day...

Renamon didn't like humans; almost all of them were weak and lazy, needing far more food and rest than she did. "No, Frostmon," she swore. Sometimes that Digimon was as bad as any human. She moved slowly into the plains, tired of fighting other Digimon for the moment. She was a Maverick, a Digimon who didn't have a home to call her own - not that she wanted one. "No, I won't let you see me again," she blushed. She hadn't even meant to let him see that to begin with. She could smell it - a human. Being a Maverick, she got into a lot of fights. She called it exploring the Digimon that she met, many calling it invasion, it ending in one of two ways: fucking or fighting. "What do you want, human?" she asked. A human would have said that she had a large chest, being tall when on all fours. He was old for a human, most humans barely past ten years old. She was much more. "You should know the Digimon here don't like humans," she warned, leaping to land next to him.</s>

The ancient fortress of Tor'Watha had once been a mighty seat of power to the forest Trolls of the area that became known as the Eversong Wood. An ancient power welled up in ancient times before the Highborne had even come to these lands. A power long forgotten by the time Silvermoon had become more than an outpost for the displaced High Elven people. Now that energy was being tapped once more, for some unknown nefarious purpose the well had burst open to warp the nearby lands. At first, the Trolls had been curious. Sending scouting parties into the ancient fortress in search of fabled magics lost to the ages... Scouting parties that had never returned. Which in turn prompted more... Several of these later parties had returned, welcomed back by their brethren despite the changes that had happened to them while lost within the crumbling labyrinthine fortress. Welcomed back until they turned on those that had awaited their return, slaughtering many with Fel glee burning in their eyes before finally being brought down. In turn, the Trolls of Eversong had moved away... pushing deeper into the forest and creating a barrier between the source of the corruption and the elves of Silvermoon, masking it for years. Misilia had been a powerful spell caster, even at a young age. Having summoned her first servant imp long before beginning her tutelage. Through long years after, she studied with deft grace, grasping every lesson easily as breathing. It was a slow process, slow and agonizingly stifled. She felt as if they were purposefully holding her back from her potential greatness and it chaffed at her. With her Master's blood still warm on her hands, the girl had stolen several ancient and powerful tomes and fled the city. Bitter resentment had left a corrupting seed within her young breast. One that had lead her to an ancient slumbering power, once sacred to the Trolls... One that the girl had managed to twist to her own purpose, allowing mighty Fel energies to flow freely into the 'protected' lands of the High Elven people. This was her land now. The Trolls were afraid, as well they should be given what her magics had done to several of their kind. Simple experiments gone oh so horribly right. Several of those mutated Trolls still stalked the fortress grounds, witless guardians set to dissuade any would be adventurers. Fel hounds and stalkers roamed the nearby forest, keeping the other trolls warily at bay and alerting her to the presence of potential intruders to her domain. Within the mighty labrynthine walls bloated Mana Wyrms slithered through crumbling hallways, grown much larger than the normal breed and more fierce from the Fel energies permeating the ancient fortress. As well as some creatures that had yet to be named, forsaken souls lost to the corruption of Misilia's Fel experiments. The lone Huntress her minions had spotted near the fortress was of no concern. She would either fall victim to one of countless demon spawn under the Warlock's command, or even one of the corrupt experiments. If by chance the Huntress' was mighty enough to win her way through... Well, then Misilia would have her first Blood Elf to experiment on... A thought that pleased the girl to no end.

Himekohad been wandering aimlessly in this forest of corruption. Her petTosho, was walking closely at her side. She had been wondering for days not even able to get any sleep due to all the demons she had to face non stop. It was wearing down on her and driving her mad. She needed sleep and she had to find a place to rest soon or she'd passout walking, that is if the demons didn't get to her first. She had made a left turn and was no sooner surrounded by demons from both sides. "You just won't stop coming!" She yelled as she drew her bow and placed an arrow in it. "Tosho go!" She commanded as she shot the arrow off. Her cat lunged at the demons and started attacking them with his mistress. They had fought for hours until the demons were finally all dead. "Good boy." She called out as Tosho made his way back to her. Petting him gently on the head she looked up and noticed a cave. "Come Tosho, lets see if that cave over there will be safe enough for us to get some rest." As they made their way to the cave she stopped and looked around, clearly someone was watching her. She didn't know who but she could feel eyes on her from somewhere. She entered the cave cautiously as she had her bow drawn back, ready to fire her arrow if needed. To her surprise the cave was empty, granted there was a well with what looked like green water in it, but nonetheless it was empty. Sighing to herself she removed her quiver and sat it down along with her bow and sword. Patting to her side she called for Tosho to lay next to her as she slept, knowing full well her pet needed his rest as well. She yawned and slowly closed her eyes, dreaming of the days before she had been sent out here. She had been told about the forest that had once been pure was now tainted by some unknown force. Himeko was the best ranger the Blood Elves had and that is why she had been chosen for this mission. She knew there would be dangers, but she didn't expect this. Her dreams were wavering from those past days and slowly turning into nightmares of the present. She didn't know someone was in the cave with her while she slept, just the nightmares that surrounded her mind. She saw the well in her dreams, the one that was in the cave with her. She knew the water was bad, but she was so thirsty. She had to get just a tiny sip. The water was corrupted like everything else, it wasn't poison but she felt like she was dying. She slowly opened her eyes as she then realized it was just another nightmare. However she saw she wasn't alone... She couldn't make out the person, or creature because it was dark, but they were staring at her. Their glowing eyes taking her body into account.</s>

Private. His name is Takuma Oddo. None of his students call him by his first name. He isn't an old teacher; he looks to be in his mid-20s with black hair that dances just past his eyes with the slightest movement. Looking up at the clock on the wall of his classroom, he stretches out his arms as the bell goes off to signal the end of the school day. The weekend is finally here! How will he spend the next few days? He could mark the homework or invite his favorite student over for a few drinks, known officially as "study help." But there are only two people who know what really happens during "study help," and it's not what you think. With all the students leaving the classroom, he smirks as Yumi is still sitting at her desk, the last one to leave as usual. He can sit and look at her all day, admiring that cute face of hers, the way she would smile back at him when no one else was looking. Oh, how did he get caught up with someone so complicated as Yumi? He wishes he knew the answer to that one. "Yumi... aren't you going home? School's finished."

As usual, Yumi was very slow in putting her books back into her bag, taking her time as the other students flooded out of the classroom, glad that the school day was over. When her teacher spoke to her, she looked up at him with a smile before standing up. "School may be over, but I'm not going home anytime soon," she said playfully before standing up, grabbing her bag, and walking up to him. Her golden eyes shimmered with mischief as she smiled at him. Mr. Oddo had no idea just how complicated her life was. With her Sailor Mars alter ego, Yumi made sure to keep that a secret, even from him. If any villain found out about her real identity and used people close to her as hostages or something like that, it could be disastrous. Grinning up at him, Yumi wrapped her arms around his neck, "Unless...you want me to..." she whispered softly, tracing a finger down his jawline.</s>

It was a bright spring morning in the peaceful little town of Pallet Town, in the region of Kanto. Today the town assumed its usual pace, one that was very slow and relaxed. Nothing ever seemed to happen in Pallet Town. The town itself was quite isolated from the rest of the Region, having only a few houses, not even a store to buy any goods the townspeople might need. The only way the town was even able to sustain itself was due to the Pokmon Research Center in town, led by the renowned Professor Oak himself. But it is in this story that our story, the story of a Pokgirl Trainer named Sarah would begin. The repetitive, high-pitched squealing burst out all through Sarah's room as the small girl lay still under the large, confining covers of her bed. Why she even had an alarm clock was beyond her; it never seemed to be able to wake the young girl from her dreams, dreams of being a world-famous trainer. And today, she would take her first steps towards her life's goal of becoming a Pokgirl Trainer. Today, she would visit her friend Prof Oak and accept her first ever Pokgirl. But that was, of course, only if she would be able to get her lazy butt out of the large, comfortable warm bed and outside into the lukewarm country air. It was several minutes later that Sarah's mother finally entered the room, pulling off the sheets to reveal the naked Sarah, laying there in all her glory."Sarah honey, wake up you're going to be late!"yelled out the middle aged woman who began packing some cloths for her journey."I told you to pack a week ago, and you're sitting here on your ass, naked as the day you were born!"she continued as Sarah managed to pull herself up to a stance where she could see around the room. The cool air massaged her breasts as it rushed in from the window, he large dick hung low as she stood on her feet, which felt like the first time in ages. After what seemed like a lifetime of arguing with her mother, Sarah was on her way. She pulled on a skimpy little outfit, not even bothering with undergarments, which was quite normal for girls her age. She pulled on a little yellow tube top and blue mini skirt which didn't quite go low enough to conceal her large penis which hung quite low. The girl kissed her mother good-bye and slung the bag over her shoulder, walking out the door and into Pallet Town, which hopefully the young girl would be seeing for the last time in her life. Professor Oak's research laboratory was only down the road, a place she had been to many times before. She knew it wasn't only her that would be receiving their very first pokegirl today, her rival Sasha, Professor Oak's grand daughter would be getting her first today as well. When she got to the lab, she could already tell she was late. Sasha and Prof. Oak were standing at the far end of the lab, it looked like Sasha had already picked out her pokemon, Squirtle the water type. Of course she would have picked that one, only yesterday Sarah accidentally let it slip that she would be picking a fire type if it were available. After a long talk, and a lot of boasting and bragging from Sasha, Sarah was able to pick her own pokemon. She decided to go through and pick a Charmander. Characters: Sarah Sasha - Breasts are a bit smaller

The Charmander had not seen much of the world outside of her pokeball. In fact, aside from the farm where she had been bred, she hadn't seen anything other than the man with a white lab coat's laboratory. Though, the lab coat man told her that she might be leaving later today. According to the people who ran the breeding facility she had been "special," though aside from being rare it made little difference. Instead of having the usual fire-red hair, scales, and eyes, her hair was snow-white, the thin trail of scales that covered her spine and trailed down her tail were silver, as well as her eyes. The lab coat man had said that Charmanders were already rare, but her coloration was a million-to-one possibility. All she could hope for was that she would get a nice tamer instead of the people who got a pokemon for little more than a fuck toy.</s>

"Excuse me, Mr.Mehler? Ms.Cyrus is here for your nine-thirty appointment." Edward sat forward in the soft black leather chair, bringing his elbows to rest upon the edge of the beautiful red oak desk. His elbows came to a lean there so his hands could then cradle together, fingers entwined, set in front of and thus hiding a grin of excitement that set upon his face. "Is she now," he whispered to himself, the slightly developed lines at the corners of his eyes and of his lips forming on the thirty-something man's face. Brown eyes looked through a pair of dark, thin glasses, casting their glance down to the digital camera set to one side of his desk, atop a small pile of manila folders. "This certainly promises to be an interesting casting call, one way or another," the man continued to himself, unlacing his hands to then reach a finger over to the intercom button. "Thank you," he replied to the voice. "Please send her in." And that was it, the only thing left to do now was not to develop cold feet. Neither of them could. This had too much potential on its own, this project, and on top of that Edward knew it would be the work that would make or break his career. With a smirk on his face that spoke of both excitement and confidence he rose from the tall-backed leather rolling chair and made his way over to a set of vertical blinds. The office here was quite fancy and everything about it spoke of money - he was used to none of this extravagance yet, truth be told, having only been here for all of a week. Hell, before this all he'd done were independent movies, this being the first huge production with his name attached. When coming up with this idea, though, the series he was in the process of casting for, Edward's investors had agreed to see that it was funded enough to be as professionally as possible, which included them insisting on a lavish office; professionalism from the beginning, he supposed. The floors were made of wood, but dissimilar to the desk, they were a dark mahogany. The walls were a calm, simple white, but with an outline of a tree elegantly painted behind on the wall behind the desk, with its leaves blowing in the wind over the expanse of an entire second wall, stopping just before the door. Past the door was the third wall, comprised mostly of a fish tank, tropical, four feet high and eight wide, the fish providing a vivid juxtapose of color in contrast to the rest of the walls of the office. Finally came the fourth wall, the entirety of it a long, large window covered in vertical slats from end to end. The one thing the office didn't have was a chair for people to sit in. Along those slats, which would have one sitting facing the wall with the leaves and the door while the desk was on the right, was an elegant red velvet couch, its back backless, its arms leaning slightly outward in their rise before curling into themselves. Edward turned the vertical blinds closed. This still allowed enough light to naturally shine through the lengths for the room to be well lit without allowing any to see in; there was complete privacy. Following that, he took the camera from his desk before going to wait in front of it, standing there with an excited smile on his face and an eager lens on the door. And a slight, slight excitement poking at the front of his leather pants. Only slight. He had to remain calm, but he still knew where things might or might not go, where the conversation would certainly lead. Finishing off the man's look, from bottom to top, were a pair of brand new black boots, a long-sleeved white shirt, a silver ring on his left hand, a silver necklace sitting high on his chest, a silver stud in his right ear, and a head of attractively messy dirty blonde hair. His chest beat with anticipation. The light atop the lens was green. The doorway, soon to be the young actress' entrance, was being filmed.

Word circulated through all the right channels. A new film being showcased, a film that would eclipse Avatar in proportion. Already stars were being called, the hottest and best of Hollywood being summoned forth. Rumor had placed several of the hottest women in the business coming forth to take roles. Most interestingly, the cast list seemed to be mostly young vixens, spry things more known for their beauty than any real acting talent (though there was some of that as well). This rumor reached Miley Cyrus. The vivacious brunette was mostly known for her long-term stand as Hannah Montana, the fake Disney character that had built a fortune for Miss Cyrus. She was a teen icon, and she knew it. She also knew that her body had become something that men drooled over. This little girl was becoming an adult, and she had no qualms about showcasing that. Which explained why she was in a flirty skirt now: white and tight along her lean frame. A slit bared a good deal of delicate white thigh: tantalizing bits of ivory skin just showing. The girl danced when she sung, and exercised on top of those, making her lean. You simply had to trail up, seeing the hips that had just flowed out, filling the skirt and showing how well she filled clothing. Further up was a flowing blouse, one that was just shy of scandalous. A good swish and it would bare her tight stomach, bejewelled with a brilliant amethyst. Further up were a pair of breasts that somehow hadn't realized their owner had hit eighteen yet. The face still held some of the youthfulness as well: rounded with wide blue eyes. However, sultry makeup made it clear that this was a woman, as did the brunette, highlighted curls that fell just below her shoulders. The young starlet favored the man with a smile. She knew this was an audition, and she also knew she was desperate for the part. Miley had been desperate to prove that she could act, that there was real talent there. In fact, that desire was nearly as strong as her urge to prove herself to be a full adult now. This growing girl stopped just a few feet from the man, her smile turning warm, almost sultry. When she spoke, her Southern accent seemed to layer the words with honey. "Hello there. I believe you were expecting me," she said. Her blue eyes moved about, but didn't locate a chair, so instead, she opted to shift slightly, trying to stand as comfortably as possible. "Don't you want to give a girl a place to sit? Unless you think this isn't going to take that long?" Miley winked at him. A little flirting couldn't hurt, especially when you had a body like Miley's.</s>

Karin Kurosaki rubbed her head as she entered the house, thinking it was empty since the door was locked and there were no shoes in the hallway. "Unn...my head..." Karin wasn't sure what had happened really, but figured she had dozed off in the park. She had been sitting on a bench, and then suddenly it got cold...then there was some kind of creature....it had been invisible at first, but when it grabbed her it had slowly become visible. What happened after that was something of a blur, and Karin shivered as she remembered, the nightmare coming back into her mind. The creature had raped her, buried itself deep within her and released a thick fluid inside of her body....but then she had woken up, her clothes intact, her body not in any pain and she had still been sitting on the bench. Still, ever since she'd gotten up to walk home Karin hadn't felt right. She had a headache, her chest felt tight and there was an odd...ache...between her legs. It wasn't arousal, nor was it pain, but the 13 year old girl had no idea just what it was. The best way she could describe it was a feeling that something inside her was trying to get out. With another sigh, Karin went upstairs to her bedroom, leaving the door halfway open, dropping her bag and jacket on the floor and wincing slightly, a hand going to cup her crotch as the ache got worse. "Damnit....stupid nightmare..." As she held herself, she could feel a slight swelling inside her shorts. "Hm?" Karin slowly unzipped her fly, then opened the shorts slightly, gasping as she saw a bulge in her panties. "What the hell?" Karin hooked her fingers into her panties, tugging them away slightly, then let out a sharp scream at what she saw. Her clitoris was rather swollen, but it also looked different. It looked more like the head of an erect penis from those sex education videos they'd seen at school. "Oh god..." Karin quickly let go of her panties, then winced again as the ache increased. "N-no!" She grasped her crotch, trying to hold it in, but she felt the swelling growing, pushing out, stretching her panties. "N-NO! NO NO NO NO NO!" The swelling just kept on growing though, pushing Karin's panties out by about 5 inches before it stopped. When Karin looked down, her panties had slipped off her new 5-inch long cock, rock hard and visibly throbbing. "Oh god its....this can't be happening...." Karin swallowed nervously, staring at it, then glancing around. "What do I do? Yuzu will be home soon....I...I gotta figure something out....but....I gotta get this thing down....I gotta make it go down somehow..." Karin thought quickly, recalling conversations she'd overheard the boys discussing at school. A conversation about 'jacking off' came to mind....boys discussing how they got rid of erections that just popped up sometimes. "Ok....ok I can do this...." Slowly, Karin reached down and wrapped her delicate fingers around the new cock, gasping as tingles of pleasure shot through her, pre-cum immediately forming at the tip as the foreskin slowly slid back, fully exposing the head of her cock. "I can't believe I'm doing this...." With a nervous gulp, Karin started to slide her hand slowly back and forth as she sat on the bed, letting out soft grunts of pleasure as she kept up the slow pace on her new cock, trying to ignore the odd tightness in her chest.

Ichigo was walking around outside. He had spent all day training and fighting off the few weak hollows who would show up. It was finally a time where he was alone and could relax. He enjoyed his friends but being a loner caused him to need solitary walks every now and then. Rukia was over at Urahara's shop for the night. He never bothered for their long boring talks, his duties as a soul reaper would be over as soon as Rukia got her powers back he thought. He was still learning everything but sensing spiritual pressure was always dull. However, he did pick up on a weak trail leading from the park. He tried his best to follow it but at a casual pace, even if there was an active hollow he was long gone by now. He noticed it was weird when the trail led right to his house. His father was out for the night and his younger sister was spending the night at a friend's house. His need to protect his sisters was an uncontrollable urge he had. When he got to the house he tried to stay quiet as he entered the house. He had a piece of soul candy in his hand ready to take as the trail did come into his house. Karin's shoes were hastily thrown on the floor and she was already in her room despite it still being fairly early in the night. As he got closer to her room he could hear her grunts as the rest of the house was silent. He did not want to make a scene but he needed to check on her as he pushed the door open a bit. The sight he got was one to behold. His tomboyish preteen sister had her pants and panties kicked off as she lay on the bed with her small young hands rubbing a fresh-looking cock as it pulsed and throbbed to the touch. He could not look away as he knew that this was not normal having seen Karin nude accidentally before. Not only was it a surprise, but it was also very sexy looking.</s>

Hakuryuu flapped his wings in a pace around the bedroom. He squeaked out displeased snorts and kicked his legs out in frustration. He'd been left behind again. He carried Hakkai and three ungrateful jerks across deserts and forests, through blizzards and typhoons, he even drove them into battle, and yet he was always left behind. Hakuryuu hovered in place and flailed his wings in a small hissy fit before lowering down onto the bed with a huff."Master Hakkai was right," he chirped to himself. "I know I'm tired from the trip, and that he needs Hakuryuu at full strength when we leave in the morning." A heavy huff displaced the sheets on the bed. "But it would be nice if he took Hakuryuu with him more." The small dragon was fiercely loyal to Hakkai, and the rest of the party by proxy, and was always pinning for his affections. Truth be, Hakuryuu was rarely left to rest in the room alone. Hakkai only insisted because the trip to the village they were in had been long and dangerous. His wings ached and his body demanded rest, but he didn't want to rest. Not without his master to curl up beside. The dragon crawled over to the side of the bed and hung his head off of the edge to pout."Why does Master not want to stay with Hakuryuu?" He whined. He had an answer to that. It was because Hakkai was starting to like someone else even more: Gojyo. The two spent an awful lot of time together, more so than the rest of the party. Hakuryuu had even been handed off to Goku to sleep so that the two of them could be alone. For obvious reasons. Maybe that was it. He couldn't offer his master what Gojyo could. His form was too small, and the species difference was too far. He threw his wings in another childish fit, and it sent him tumbling to the ground. He hit with an 'Erruf!' and rolled across the tatami before crashing into something. He shook his head to clear his swirling eyes, then looked up at the backpack he'd smacked into. It was Gojyo's, and there was something poking out of one of the zippers. Curiously, Hakuryuu sat up and took the magazine into his jaws to pull it free. It wasn't stealing. The kappa left it inhis room after all. His room was his room. He flopped the magazine on the floor and flipped it open with a foot. His head tilted, and his long neck arched back as he looked at the various pictures of naked women. The dragon turned each page with his mouth to look at each woman carefully. "Is this what Master likes?" Crimson eyes narrowed and a thoughtful noise left his nose as he looked over one picture in particular. A demon woman with long white hair, a round face, dainty limbs, and what he assumed to be an attractive form to human men. An idea formed and Hakuryuu released a pleased trill at his brilliant idea. Picking up his new reference material, the little dragon flew it over to the full standing mirror to lean it against the reflective surface. He fluttered back slightly and scrutinized the picture one more time before closing his eyes, breathing slowly, and focusing. With a quiet 'Puff' a billow of smoke surrounded Hakuryuu. His body changed quickly and painlessly. He felt his new face; Soft and rounded. He touched the back of his head with his newly acquired fingers, and ran them through his long white hair. He ran his palms over his legs and arms; lanky, dainty. Joy rolled through him, and he turned to the mirror to gaze upon his master piece.... Only to find disappointment. Where there should have been a busty chest, there were two flabby things hanging on his chest. None of the pictures had a very good view of the genitalia, so he was left without reference, and kept the nearly invisible slit that his erection would poke free of. The dragon puffed."No good... No good at all. What went wrong?"

It had been a long day of shopping. The cooking would need to be done soon since this place didn't serve meals, and there would certainly be cleaning needed after. With a heavy sigh, a smile crossed Hakkai's face, a warm chuckle rolling past his lips. Surely those three would die without him along for the ride. The ingredients for the hotpot were dangling from his arms in plastic bags, a small box perched carefully between both palms. With a polite knock that was never needed but always supplied regardless, his presence was announced. "Hakuryuu," he called out merrily. "I'm back." As he opened the door, he added, "I got you something--" He was forced to pause as he marched his way in on the scene before him, eyes wide and blinking out their confusion and disbelief. "Hello?" For the briefest of moments, he thought he'd walked into the wrong room, but a long enough glance had him realizing what was happening even before his little friend could offer anything up. For the most part, the proportions of the humanoid body had turned out well. At least in accordance with the picture in the book leaning against the mirror. From the small feet and lanky yet pert legs and thighs, right up to the perfectly apple-shaped ass. He had to admit, Hakuryuu had chosen the correct model for his own tastes. The looks didn't end there, nor did they end at the beautifully rounded face that framed those gigantic red eyes of his just right. It was really just too bad that he lacked any genitalia, and that he'd added those poor, masticated breasts. His palm left the present in order to ball into a fist that was pulled up to his face quickly, the thumb pressed against his lips in an attempt to hide the smile and stop the laugh that wanted to bubble forth from his chest. "Oh my... Hakuryuu..." His head tilted slightly as he managed to mold his face into its normal state of calm once he'd taken his eyes off the poor-not-poor choice of model sitting on the ground. He knew the dragon was male, but... Well it wasn't as if he could argue with his own eyes. He couldn't help but tease gently. "Are you... A woman?"</s>