After spending much of the day either tanning, or swearing on her neighbours, Fleur kept checking her watch, for that crazed on again off again lover Bubba Boy Brady, to show his face and do his usual round of begging for forgiveness, complete with vouchers for Walmart as a peace offering. But turns out, Bubba Boy Brady was in the burns unit, gotten most of his butt hair burnt and melted the skin off his scrotum. Looks like poor Bubba Boy Brady was not coming back to Pine Acres anytime soon. Fleur knew she was going to have to come up with a short fall in the rent amount, and tapped her bottom lip, as she tried to figure out a good way to make extra money in a short amount of time.

She’d been reluctant to do be the Turtle wax girl for the upcoming race, since Turtle man himself was vying to come and do the honors with the checkered flag. He had a bit of a crush on old Fleur, since one trip down to New Orleans, and someone spiked her Margarita and she ended up waking up beside the bad breathed Turtle man. Ever since then, he keeps sending her turtle shells, why she had about fifteen in her front garden.

Sighing, she went inside to make the call, that she would do the gig….and pay the price.

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That Carlos was one scum sucking no good maggot infested weasel, thinking he could buy off Fleur with his big fancy wad of notes, and claims that he only had eyes for her. Then he must have eyes in the back of his head, his fingers, and his dick, cause they always looking at other women. Fleur chewed her gum lazily as he said his peace, and then strolled off to his fancy car, that near tore up the bitumen, as he headed for the local. No way was she going to be his next victim, no siree bob. One thing about Fleur, she was mighty independent, and liked it that way. Sure, she had her sights on one day being Mrs Nascar, but for now, she had bigger problems…the rent. And just when you thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“FLOWER!!…Randy done throw me and the kids out on the street, and shacked up with some funky squinty eyed ching chong, that does them fancy nails. Can me, and the kids come stay, I promise you won’t be hearing a peep.”

Shock a dollar, it was Joelene and her rag tag bunch of kids; seven in all to six different fathers. Last one, she was holding in her arms was as dark as chocolate drops, and Randy from memory was …..so not. Joelene had pulled up in her beaten up station wagon, with all the kids hanging out, either picking their noses or pulling each other’s hair.

Fleur wanted the ground to just swallow her up, as the screams and hoots from the kids had her putting her hands up to her ears.

“I can have ya here till Sunday…after that you gotta get things right with Randy.” Fleur said with her hands on her hips, as Joelene passed her the newest baby and kissed her cheek. The baby smelt so funky, that Fleur’s face turned green.

“You got any beers?” Joelene said, wiping her hand under her nose and sniffing loudly.

“Not for long…”

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Billy bob had been watching a lot of the comings and goings in the park. Drinking being one of his favorite past times he decided that it was time to party. Inviting a few of his friends over the back of his yard soon became rather raucous. Billy Bob was on his 6th or 7th beer by the time he began howling like a dog. There was a stripper bouncing around nearly topless on the trampoline out back. His mechanic buddy was doing a keg stand while the rest of them all began dancing around a pit fire. They even had their own homemade hot tub. The music was bumping and soon even the neighbors might show up.

One could only guess?

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Fleur’s trailer had become a mad house, with the kids having more or less taken over much of the living areas. Fleur tried to rain the little buggers in, but needless to say that after Joelene had made the kids some special herb muffins, using Fleur’s secret stash….the kids were tripping.

Unable to stand it anymore, she could see the flicker of flame coming from up Billy Bob’s end of the trailer park. There was hollaring and hooting, and people clearly having a better time, than Fleur was at that moment. As one kiddy toddled past with a cereal box on his head, and slamming into the walls, Fleur announced.

“Going out…don’t you burning down my trailer while I’m gone. AND if I find any you in my bedroom, I swear I’m gonna make sure none of you can sit for a year. COMPRENDE?” Joelene swaggered out of the kitchen, with young Randy jnr on her hip. “I got this Flower…you go have yourself some fun.” Fleur was not entirely trusting of Joelene being alone in her trailer, even with all those kids. Slamming the fly door, she headed down the small dirt road up to Billy Bob’s, where they had set up a rather interesting new hot tub…over an open fire pit. She could hear Billy Bob hollaring like some old yella, and she put her hands on her hips and said.

“How many you done have to drink, Billy Bob? No full moon tonight, unless you decide to drop your pants.” One of the other girls at the party handed Fleur a beer, and she cracked it open with her right breast. “Let’s get this party started…woooohooooo!”

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Fleur arrived just after Billy Bob had finished his second howl. She said..

“How many you done have to drink, Billy Bob? No full moon tonight, unless you decide to drop your pants.” 

Billy Bob laughed drinking his beer.

“Maybe after a game of strip poker. I’m down. Ya scured? “

Taking a deck of cards he layed them out on the picnic table daring Fleur, Larry and the other blonde who had just cracked the beer open with her titties to play.

Sitting herself down on an upturned concrete mix bucket, she sat down her beer on the picnic table, and then cracked her knuckles as she looked at Larry. “Name the game, Larry. I intend to win this bitch…though I ain’t lookin’ forward to seeing you all in the nude.”

She took a handful of nuts from a bowl on the table, and started to pop them in her mouth crunching loudly.

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” Seven Card Stud. Eight’s Wild.” 

He kept shuffling in a mechanical way then began to deal the cards out while drinking the beer.

Billy Bob looked Fleur in the eyes. Then handed her a freshly opened beer as the cards were dealt.

” Well Fleur lets get this party started like ya said. yeee-aaah!” 

” Well Fleur lets get this party started like ya said. yeee-aaah!” 

“I be doing that. Alright who is placing down an ante in the pot? Blondie? What you going to put in? Earrings or an anklet?” Not thinking that the girl would jump straight to it, and start to take off her bikini top.

“Ya damn show off. Are they even real boobies?” She said, chewing on a nut, unimpressed.

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“Here ya go.”

He didnt have a lot on anyways. Just shorts socks boxers his hat and some sneakers. It had been a hot day.

Larry took off his shirt as he wasnt wearing a hat, exposing his hairy back. The smell was atrocious.

Even Billy Bob was like “Damn Dude! “

Grabbing a can of body spray from the trailer and spraying Larry down with it.

From fake breasts, to the incredible backwater jungles of Larry’s back, Fleur found herself gobsmacked. Why, they could bring in the TV crew from Ripley’s believe it or not, and get a month’s worth of stories in this trailer park. So shocked and disgusted was Fleur, by Larry’s hairy situation, she couldn’t help but utter.

“What are you? A stand in for Chewbacca at those Sci fi fairs?” She said with her southern drawl, while Blondie was doing all she could to get Billy Bob’s attention, smooshing her boobies together, and making goose lips. Fleur looked between them and rolled her eyes. She took of her bandana, that she used to hold her hair in place and set it down on the table as her ante.

“Okay..one of you deal the cards, before this turns into an episode of Animal planet.”

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” Wasn’t Your mom in one of them there sideshows? “ 

Larry kicked Billy Bob under the table.

” Don’t be talking about my momma! It was my Aunt. Aunt Janet. And she was a perfectly respectable woman. She had a disability. “ 

Larry finished dealing the cards passing out the final set of cards to each of the players. with Billy Bob snickering at Larry and grinning at Fleur wondering what she was gonna ante.

“Happy Pamela?” Fleur was referring to Blondie as Pamela from Bay Watch. Fake tah tahs and all. Fleur thought they must be hard as rocks, and wondered why they seemed to be a little oddly matched, one being bigger than the other.

The cards dealt, two cards face down and one face up, and Fleur looked over at Billy Bob and asked;

“I didn’t know mullets were still in fashion. Billy Rae Cyrus done got rid of his. But with his daughter, I’m surprised he’s got any hair at all.” Fleur said, toying with her beer bottle.

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Larry was quite distracted by the blond shaking her chest. She seemed to have taken an intrest in Larrys back hair and had begun braiding it. She was quite drunk.

After he heard Fleur’s comment regarding his hair Billy Bob thought it was a compliment.

” Well yes it has taken me many years to grow it to what it is now. It’s retro. “ 

He then began pouring shots of shine for each of them out of the cask he had. It came from the special still he kept running periodically. It was after all a special occasion. He didnt often have a party like this.

That was Fleur’s reaction to Blondie braiding Larry’s back hair. Had they even remembered that they were playing a game of strip poker, or were they going to descend into checking each other for lice soon. One look at Blondie, and Fleur was sure that Larry would probably find some, if he went hunting in her jungle. Fleur actually felt like she had something in her mouth, watching the pair, gagging slightly, and then decided it was best to focus on the game of cards, and not the newest exhibit for the local zoo.

Checking her cards, she squealed as she had three 3.’s. Her eyes darted to Billy Bob, who was bringing over some of his own back yard moon shine for them to try. Apparently, he had his own backyard still. Fleur sniffed it warily, then asked.

“Is this eighty percent pure? I bet it could strip the paint off Blondie’s nails.”

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TVG: Sitting in one of downtown Atlanta’s famous sports bars, The Pitstop Bar & Grill, I had an opportunity to chat with racing sensation, Della Sachs. Looking mighty fine in a sexy purple tank top and matching pants, you would think this mocha beauty would feel more at home in a hair salon or a shopping mall. But Della Sachs is no ordinary woman. She set the racing world on its collective ass a few years ago by becoming the first female to win a major racing event, cementing her reputation as a serious competitor in once was regarded as a man’s sport. Della, thanks for sitting with us today.

DS: Thank you for having me. I have to say, doing an interview in a sports bar is probably one of the highlights of my career. (-With a chuckle, she tossed her hair back over one smooth shoulder.-)

TVG: So, Della…you are a second-gen racer, your father, Del Sachs being one of the best racers in this business. How did you get involved?

DS: I grew up around cars and racing. My momma, Shelia Sachs, was a mechanic and she taught me everything there was to know about cars: how they run, how to change parts, how to drain and engine. Most girls were worrying about hair and boys and clothes, I was worrying about engine blocks, broken axles and dirty oil. My dad, God rest his soul, took me along for his races and I got involved with the pit crew. The sights and sounds of a car going over two or three hundred miles per hour…I felt like I had found my calling. So I asked my dad to teach me to drive one of his cars. He took me out to the track and I nearly crashed the first time I tried a turn. Scared the hell out of my father when that happened. But I laughed it off and got back behind the wheel. Practice makes perfect and all that.

TVG: And you never looked back.

DS: Never even checked the rear view.

TVG: You’re racing in The Turtlewax 3000 next weekend. Are you excited?

DS: Excited doesn’t even begin to cover it. I’ve been looking forward to this race all year.

TVG: Why is that exactly?

DS: There’s a lot of new talent coming in from all over the world and this is a chance for me to prove to myself that I have what it takes to be in this business. Because when all is said and done, the one in the winner’s circle will be on top for a long time.

TVG: Being number one is important to you?

DS: Not at all. The most important thing to me is surviving the race. To reach that checkered flag. I’ve worked hard for this all my life. To even be in the top 20 finishers would be heaven in my eyes.

TVG: What do you think of the new crop of racers coming in?

DS: I’m sure they’re talented…but I’ve heard some disturbing things about a few of them. Kind of worries me how they are behind the wheel of a ton of metal and whipping around in a circle at 200 miles and hour.

TVG: I’m going to toss out a couple of names. What’s the first thing that pops into your head?

DS: Go for it.

TVG: Carlos Mendoza.

DS: Playboy millionaire who uses women as his personal toys.

TVG: Kaspars Balodis.

DS: Fried Brain Syndrome.

TVG: Rhiannon Balodis.

DS: Rookie…but she’d be excellent competition. She needs more race time.

TVG: Robbie Williams.

DS: I’m surprised he’s not dead yet to be honest with you. With all the s*#t he’s abusing his body with, he’s got to have the slowest reflexes ever. Dangerous to have behind the wheel.

TVG: Pretty strong words.

DS: I take racing very seriously. Anyone gets in my way of my goals and dreams…well let’s just say my reactions won’t be pleasant.

TVG: Hmm. Interesting. Well…I think we’re done. Thank you, Della for speaking with us today. Is there anything you’d like to tell any of our readers who may be interested in a career in race car driving?

DS: Yes. Work hard, listen, and be aware of your surroundings at all times because if you don’t, that split second your attention slacks could be the difference between life and death.

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside, Bobby could hear the retarded sound of a man asking lewd questions, then followed closely by that of Cynthia’s voice. He wasn’t sure what was the less of two evils really, but he knew one thing for sure, he preferred taco to sausage any day. Easing against the couch, well more like leaning on it, he listened to his new guest, Christian, talk about how its not that hard to do left turns all day. This had Bobby quirk a brow. “But….I’m used to doing right turns. Woah…this is going to be harder than I thought.” The consolation was that the chicks in the stands flash their breasts as you go around the track. Bobby only thought they did that in New Orleans, and this new development, did make him feel a whole lot better about this Nascar racing gig. Formula one cars go so fast, you would never get to see the tits, they’d be a blur. But if there were a lot of yellow flags, he’d be sure to see plenty. Folding his arms and leaning back, he shot Christian a sideways glance, and then nodded, saying it was cool for him to light up.

“I’d join you, but left me bong in the bedroom.”

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“A hotel guest seems to have had a tiny accident outside my client’s door. Could you come and clean him out of the way, please?”

Chewing gum, the red lipped cleaner looked up at the busty racing car manager, and she uttered;

Madame, ¿qué estás hablando? Él no es un invitado. ¿Y por qué me huele mierda?

(translation: Madame, what are you talking about? He is not a guest. And why do I smell shit?)

Pursing her lips, Cynthia took out a fifty dollar note and waved it before the cleaning lady, since she was now starting to lose patience.

“This can be yours, IF you clean away that man from the door. He is blocking access to my client.”

Looking at the money being offered, the bribe, the cleaner suddenly had a devious look and she nodded graciously, taking the money and then pocketing it into her red lace bra beneath her blue uniform.

Oh, por supuesto … limpiarlo. Me vuelvo y … hacer lo que pides.

(translation: Oh of course…clean him up. I be right back and…do what you ask)

The cleaner then went right on with opening the room door she was at, and went inside, taking her trolley with her. Little did Cynthia know, the room was occupied, with another guest, that had called for the maid’s extra special services. She even hung a “do not disturb” door tag on the door, and from inside you could hear the chatter of the maid, followed by the laughter of the occupant; a male and then a lot of moaning and bed springs squeaking.

Cynthia had been duped. She stamped her foot indignantly, as luck would have it, another door opened and it was none other than Tim Curry, the famous actor. He instantly wrinkled up his nose at the stench that was now coming from the door of Bobby Williamson, and it was at this moment, he recognized the fallen reporter.

“I say….whoever knocked out that bastard. I want to thank. Just a shame whoever did it, knocked the shit out of him.” Tim guffawed, before clapping eyes on the voluptuous Cynthia. He saw her strained facial expression and then pointed at the fallen and smelly reporter. “Did you do that?” He asked, curious to see if he was right. Cynthia’s shoulders drooped in defeat.
“Yes….it was me. Did the old…’bend and snap’ and he shit his pants. Just tried to bribe some cleaning lady, who turned out to be the hotel maid for hire. Now I am stuck with a stinky unconscious reporter and no way in to see Bobby Williamson, who is my client.” She heaved a massive sigh, as Tim held up his finger. “Don’t worry love…I have an idea. This is going to be payback for that little piece he did on me in Soho. S’cuse me.” Tim went to the nearest fire hose cabinet and opened it, unfurling the fire hose and gleefully grinning at Cynthia.

“Stand back, lovey. I’ve seen this done in the Moooovies. Time to wash away the great stain.” With that, he turned on the nosele and a massive jet of water blastered the unconscious Dan Weatherby. Cynthia couldn’t help but join in with Tim in his maniac like laughter as Dan coped a full on jet of water. It was a miracle the pair didn’t drown the poor sod.

Room #1123 – Bobby Williams

Inside the apartment, the door was coping a blasting from the fire hose outside, and then a foul sludge seemed to seep under the door. Whatever it was, had Bobby move right back. “Cor…what is she doing out there? I heard women her age had water works problems, but this is ridiculous. I’m getting my stash and bong. Come on…let’s blaze up.” Bobby said with chuckle, withdrawing from the lounge and going to his bedroom, bringing out a bag of weed and his bong. If ever there was a day he needed to smoke his cares away today was it.

He took a drag from the bong, and tipped his head back, lying on the big black sofa in his lounge. “Oh…Ohhhhhh yeah. So….so….right, you know this whole…racing thing. Like….I…I am…the bessssssst at Formula one….but, I got busted, man. You know? Sick! I need some…. *he inhales again, holding it in before letting out rings of green smoke. and smirking*…advice..Yeah…advice. How…how….how do you not get bored turning left….again and…again?’

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The morning after Billy-Bob’s party…

The alarm blared loudly in Della’s ears and she sat up quickly, heart pounding a mile a minute. Yanking her earbuds from her ears to silence the noise, she took some deep breaths to calm her racing nerves.

“Fuck me sideways.” she groaned, rubbing a hand over her face. She stumbled, bleary-eyed from the bed and made her way to the kitchen to flip on the coffee maker. While her coffee was brewing, she ducked into the shower for a wash and to wake herself up a little more.

The smell of coffee permeated her home and she sniffed with delight as she put her hair up and slipped into her clothes for the day.

She poured the coffee into her travel mug before cleaning up her kitchen. Grabbing her keys, she headed out to her car…

If she hadn’t had such a tight grip on her travel mug, she would have dropped it in shock. There was vomit all over the front seat of her car. She would have moved closer but the smell was horrendous…and the mucus itself looked to be a few hours old as it was dried and crusty around the edges.

“My baby!” she snarled in anger. She did not have time for this today. She looked at her watch and saw she still had a couple of hours before she had to be at the track for the time trials. She yanked out her cell phone and practically stabbed the buttons in her rage.

“Sachs Towing & Repair, George speaking.”

“George, it’s Della.”

“Della! How’s my favorite gal?” George’s booming voice rolled down the line. Despite her anger, she had to smile. George had been a family friend for a good number of years and had been working with her mother at the garage since before Della’s father had passed away.

“Not too hot, George. Some asswipe puked all over my car.” On the other end of the phone, she could swear she heard George’s heart stop.

“WHAT?!” he yelled so loud, Della had to yank the phone away from her ear. There was a muffled sound over the line and a moment later, she heard her mother’s voice.

“What’s this about someone puking all over Dee?” Shelia asked.

“Yeah, ma. Must of been one of those cunts that was at Billy-Bob’s last night.” Della growled.

“I ought to come down there and kick his ass. Did he keep you up all night? You have time trials today right?”

“I got some sleep, ma. I’m just pissed someone wrecked Dee.”

“George is on his way to pick her up. We’ll have her back to you by the time you get home tonight.”

“You are a life-saver, mom.” Della smiled. She closed the door to Dee and headed around to the back of her mobile home where she kept her car trailer.

“How you getting to the track?”

“I’m breaking out Genie for this one.”

“She still road-ready? Been a while since you drove her.”

Della opened the trailer door and climbed inside. “I’ve been keeping her tuned. She purrs like a kitten.” She climbed in and started the engine, feeling the rumble beneath her legs and she grinned.

“Sounds as good as the day you got her. Call me and let me know where you place.”

“I will. Want me to get you tickets for next weekend?”

“You know I would never miss one of your races. I’ll be there.” Shelia smiled.

“Love you, ma. I gotta go.”

“Bye, baby and good luck today!” With a grin, Della hung up the phone and put the car in gear. She backed out slowly and turned out toward the street. She spotted Fleur passed out asleep in the kiddie pool on her front lawn. With a smirk, Della revved the engine a few times before she took off in a squeal of tires and smoke. As she passed Fleur, she laid on the horn until she reached the stop sign, drifting around the corner and out into oncoming traffic. She laughed with delight as she headed toward the tracks.

“Genie”

The massive blast of the car air horn woke poor Fleur with a start as she lay in the empty inflated kiddy pool just near her trailer. Now, it was bad enough to be woken up by that hoon bitch Della, but it was another sound that was mighty odd. The light tinkle sound, like a leaky tap, or worse. No, definately something wet being hosed into the kiddy pool she was laying in. Opening one eye, she spied Jack, one of Joelene’s youngin’s who was all about three years old, and the little shit was peeing in the pool.

“WHAT IN TARNATIONS DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOIN’?” Fleur screeched, as she almost got hit by the kid’s wee spray. The child got such a fright, that Fleur woke, up, that and the car air horn, that he started crying his eyes out, but was still peeing in the pool.

The fly door to the trailer burst open and Joelene was standing there dressed in one of Fleur’s fancy underwear sets. You know, the kind you rip off in a blink. Waste of money really. “Jackson Tyler Micheal Jordan William Josh Jenkins! Are you peeing on your Aunt Flower?” She came thundering down the two steps and then quickly remembered she was still on a call, for her phone sex business.

“Oh…oh yes…Oooo oooo…gimme more Daddy.” Joelene muted the phone and picked up the now sodden toddler, as Fleur sat bolt upright. “Why you talking to Pa like you wanna rustle his sheets? AND WHY you in my sexy lacys?” Oh this was all too much for her….and so early in the morning too.

“Girl’s gotta make some money, and them men think I have the voice of an angel.” Joelene implored, bouncing Jack on her hip, and then going back to the call, as she wandered inside. “Yes…you want more you need to pay another twenty dollars.”

Slowly, Fleur got up and sniffed herself only to wrinkle up her nose. She knew she couldn’t have them stay if this was how it was going to be. Sighing, she headed inside her trailer….where you heard a blood curdling scream.

“What happened to all the food in my fridge?”

“Sorry Flower…kids got the munchies after those special muffins.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

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~Dream sequence~

Lazing on a plush lilo, dressed in a sparkling diamond encrusted bikini; Fleur is sunning herself, whilst being served spirit mixers from her very own apron wearing butler complete with bow tie.

~sips~ Ooo thank you, Jeeves. Oh this heat..it’s just got me so thirsty.” Fleur waves her hand to dismiss the muscular butler, as she sucks on the straw, watching Pablo, the pool boy cleaning ze pool, whilst in the garden to the left, Gregory the gardener is whacking weeds with his whacker. He is wearing a low hanging overall that is showing off his rippling abs and pecks, whilst dripping in sweat. Yes…she had made it. From the simple sponsor girl at the race track, to living the high life, married to the most wonderful man…that has given her all this. But who was this mystery man, with loads of cash?

“HONEY…I’m home!” You could hear the heavy twang of the southern accent of a man who comes stumbling through the back door of their mansion, covered in mud and missing his front teeth. It’s none other than….Turtle man!

“No…no that can’t be right. No..not him!” Fleur starts to scream violently, before waking up in bed with a shocked expression, ripping off her sleeping eye mask, as she hears the sound of her sister screaming abuse, to someone outside the van.

“You can’t do this! They are my children. I take good fine care of them.”

“Oh so you can explain the night’s damage to the trailer park? Mrs Wilson’s cat bowl is full of faeces, Mister Levit’s van has had the words “Kidz rulz” spray painted on it fifty five times, and Mister Connor caught three of your youngin’s covered in red paint, trying to use his sleeping wife as target practice with a paint ball gun. You are an unfit mother!”

Fleur hid behind her door in her room, hearing all the goings on. It must have all happened when she was asleep. Did this mean she would be rid of the ratbag family? She prayed she would be.

The children were all rounded up and put into a special van that had been brought out by Child’s services, while a news crew pulled up and started to try and get an interview from the lingerie clad Mother of eight.

“Is it true you tried to sell your children on ebay, to be used for scientific experiments?”

“Just the one…and I never got a bid!” Joelene screamed, as she was being read her rights and her head pushed down as she was put into a squad car, to be taken into police head quarters for questioning.

The sound of the siren started and this brought out a lot of people from their trailers, as Joelene and her wild brood got taken away by the law enforcement agencies. A few were actually applauding, and one old diddy was holding up a cat that had been painted red.

“May God strike ya’ll down, ya BASTARDS! Come on, Percy, let Mommy take you in and give you a nice bath.”

“Meow?!”

Inside her trailer, Fleur was dancing up a storm to her favourite song. Her life was back to normal….almost.

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Retching again, a visible bulge formed in his throat as he coughed and groaned his chest heaving and stomach tightening. He leaned foreward and the bulge was expelled from his throat and out his mouth. The thing that landed in the puddle of black blood. it was a skull fragment and a eyeball, it looked just like one of those hell fire demons. It wasn’t over yet though.

Nerothst continued to cough and sputter his body expelling body parts and flesh and different things that had made up the demons that had once been whole. When he slammed the gates closed, those demons that got cut in half, were still coming out one way or another, he was lucky he got to pick which end they came out of.

He felt weak, he needed to eat something but a the same time, seeing all that being spewed from his body, he didn’t want to eat anything. He looked up after what seemed like hours, and figured after he started to throw up pieces of demon, Joffery probably ran for the hills to go cry for his father to jail him.-

Staggering out from the jungle onto the beach, he could see Nero heaving and throwing up vast quantities of black blood. It looked revolting, and even had Joffy dry reaching himself. He had to bring his hand up to cover his mouth, to avoid being sick himself. And just when he thought he had seen it all, Nero had something really big travelling upward in his throat. Joffrey’s eyes bulged, incredulous at what the poor cat demon was going through.

“You should never eat before you fly, you know? What the hell did you eat?” Joffrey asked, his eyes watering from the shock of it all. At the moment he asked the question, the cat demon spat out a skull fragment and an eyeball. Both landed with a splatt in the black sticky puddle that was in front of him on the sand. It was the most disgusting thing, and Joffrey shuddered at the sight. He crept around the front of the cat, and peered at him closely, trying not to step in the goo.

“Is that all of it? Not going to bring up an arm…or a leg?”

Joffrey wouldn’t be at all surprised if he did. As the cat appeared weak and groggy from his exertions, Joffrey looked around him at the sea that stretched onto the horizon, and the jungle behind them. He sighed and then said.

“Where the fuck are we?”

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“I didn’t eat anything; I opened a gate to hell where thousands of mindless fire demons exploded from my chest! Not all of them got through that way…so they…are still coming out,” he said his voice was hoarse. It was the best way to explain that the demons that were cut in half had been trapped in his body.

He convulsed again and this time out came a chunk of a hand and another wave of blood. His stomach was settling now, it seemed that it had all gotten out of his body.

“None of it is my blood…well…not all of it anyways,” he thought he should add.

“Is that all of it? Not going to bring up an arm…or a leg?” 

Neorthst glared at the prince clearly not pleased to see him making fun of his predicament. He lifted a arm and whipped away at his mouth smearing the black blood across his arm. He staggered towards the water and was ready to dive into the icy depths of it and clean himself off.

“Where the fuck are we?” joffery asked. Nerothst glanced at him from the water’s edge.

Ignoring him for the moment he waded into the water till it was at his waste, then plunged under the water’s surface. The cool water rushed over him and he scrubbed at his skin all of where the black blood had touched him. Even rinsing out his mouth with the salt water despite the taste.

When he surfaced again, his clothing stuck to his skin in every place, even his black hair was stuck to his wet skin. He waded back out of the water shaking his head and ringing out the water caught in his feline tail, careful of the barbs at the end.

“Were on an island in the Sea of Tribulation, just off the coast of Gravida, and still within reach of The Night Land soldiers. And until I hunt an eat something, I can’t fly us off the island, your too heavy,” Nerothst snorted.

But paused realizing that might hurt the prince and make it harder to fool him into trusting him , “and not because of your weight, but because my real form is the size of a house cat and I just spent all the energy I had left spewing demon guts,” he said.

That said Nerothst walked over to the puddle of blood and guts, and spat out a single spark of fire from his mouth. The flame hit the center, and instantly roared to life. That should get rid of them and not attract any other, mindless demons, but of course, he didn’t know how smart Brax soldiers were either, did they count. If they were anything like Joffery was when drunk, this was too easy.-

“But I thought you said I had a lovely figure.” His hand placed to his chest as though mortally offended. Course, Nerothst was cleverer than Joffrey and countered himself, to save for further argument. “and not because of your weight, but because my real form is the size of a house cat and I just spent all the energy I had left spewing demon guts,” 

“Ah..well, that I can understand. You did throw up an awful lot. I imagine carrying all that and me would be a strain on you.” Again, so gullible. With hands on hips, he blew out of his lips and stared at the rolling waves that came in with the tide. So, this was the Sea of Tribulation. Just perfect. Secluded, white sandy beaches. Palms swaying in the breeze, probably coconuts if you could brave climbing the trees. It was a virtual paradise, if you didn’t count the bloody black pool of gunk, bone and the odd eyeball that Nerothst had thrown up. Nice place to bring a family…or a love. Joffrey sighed at this very thought. Here he was, marooned, with a smarmy cat man….and miles of coastline.

Scratching his bearded chin, he contemplated what to do first. Build a hut, or go tie a grass skirt around his waist and file a twig into a spear and try some fishing. Decisions decisions. One thing was for certain, they were going to be stuck there, fora while.

Joffrey finally made a choice. He slapped his hands together, and then announced.

“I..am going to go find some..bamboo to make a spear with. Fear not, Nero, you shall not starve on my watch.”

And with that, he marched off into the jungle to find a bamboo tree.

<3>

Oh well Nerothst would rest for just a little bit, then reluctantly make his way into the jungle behind him and start hunting down the local wild life to feed his deprived energy stores, already his body was reflecting the lack of energy he had as his ribcage was a little more visible and his stomach was starting to sink in a little.

That was when joffery clapped his hands together making a brave announcement, ”I…am going to go find some…bamboo to make a spear with. Fear not, Nero, you shall not starve on my watch.” 

Nerothst smacked his palm to his head and ran his fingers down his face, “don’t call me Nero! And second….do you even know how to use a hunting spear! Or even how to make one for that matter!” he scrawled at him, even then his voice hadn’t lost that seductive undertone.

Even if he was trying to sound furious it was hard to do sitting there looking like a drowned rat and half-starved at the same time.-

By the time that Nerothst’s voice filtered through the canopy, the Prince had already stumbled upon a small forest of bamboo trees. He walked around them, head tilted up to the sky as he couldn’t get over the sheer size of them. They would be great for building a canoe or raft later, but that was not the priority. Seeing a small piece that was of a good length, he reached in his pocket and retrieved a sheathed dagger that he kept on hand all the time in case someone wanted to do him in…which happened a lot. Starting to cut away at the bamboo stalk, he called back to Nerothst as he toiled.

“Nero sounds so much better, but have it your way. I just say it with a lisp and it’s a bit dorky, but whatever.” The Prince poked his tongue out the right side of his mouth, sawing away at the bamboo, until he sucked his tongue in when the bamboo finally gave.

“And for your information, it was I that made a lot of the pikes that we used to pop heads on back in the Black fog. Never thought I would be doing this to go fishing with. Heh…learn something new every day.” The bamboo stick in hand, he marched back towards the beach, and found where Nerothst was seated. Joffrey plonked down beside him and started to whittle the end of the bamboo, to form a nice sharp edge or prong that could be used for spear fishing. He couldn’t help but notice that the cat was looking a bit worse for wear.

“You look like utter shite.” Prince said, without using any manners. It was the truth, and you can’t help a man for calling it what it was. He rose to standing, and then slipped off his trousers, letting them fall to the ground so his willy was exposed. “I have a cunning plan. I wade out to the waters, and wiggle my hips. The fish…get attracted to my limp member and..”BAM”, I thrust my spear and you get a feed. Ingenious eh?”

That said, the bare bottomed prince marched down the sand…to try his hand at spear fishing. Butt naked.

<3>

“And for your information, it was I that made a lot of the pikes that we used to pop heads on back in the Black fog. Never thought I would be doing this to go fishing with. Heh…learn something new every day.” He had said as he sat beside Nerothst.

“hmmm, it was nice handy work…I won’t lie I rubbed my fur against a few of those pikes, I liked the stench they put off,”Nerothst said and closed his eyes leaning his head back.

“You look like utter shite.” 

Nerothst glared at him a little bit through one eye and almost hissed. “again…hell gate, fire blast, flying, then vomiting most of hell. I didn’t expect to be very pretty after that,” he chuckled his hungry state he was experincing a light mood swing, where he seemed nice, then angry the next moment.

Just then the Prince stood up and dropped his pants and started to march his way towards the water. His man parts swinging in the air without care. Nerothst face turn a few different shades of red if he had pupils they probably would have gone cross-eyed. Course Nerothst was a male to, why would he be embarrassed? Mayhap because Nerothst wasn’t about 8 inches as the prince appeared to be, or mayhap because the sheer action of it took him off guard.

“I have a cunning plan. I wade out to the waters, and wiggle my hips. The fish…get attracted to my limp member and..”BAM”, I thrust my spear and you get a feed. Ingenious eh?” he shouted behind him and made his way towards the water.

“With that thing…you’re more likely to scare the fish away” Nerothst muttered to himself crossing his arms and looking towards the jungle and covering his face with a hand.-

“HERE FISHY FISHY FISHY!”

He held his bamboo spear aloft and waited with wide eyes and a goofy expression.

Lurking in the waters, not far from where Joffrey stood with spear in hand, one fish DID feel the vibrations of his limp cock, and…came to see just what was splashing about. A large blue groper and it swam right for…Joffrey.

“ACK! No…big fishy!…..Ack its after MEEEEEEEE!” Flailing and madly stabbing at it trying to stop it from ‘”taking the bait” you could see white water and the Prince leaping about in the water panicking for his life.

A short time later, Joffrey dragged up the badly stabbed body of the groper, which was a whopper. Over four foot and weighed a near tonne. Soon as he brought it out of the waves, he collapsed, face first into the sand, the gropper giving one last flap of its tail before dying.

Dinner…was on Joffy.

<3>

But through the whole ordeal Nerothst had found himself laughing with incredible mirth holding his gut with the sheer stupidity that it took to catch that one fish. The sound of his laugher was just like his voice, strange and seductive and husky.

The prince dragged up the fish on the beach where it flopped a while till it died and poor Joffery landed flat on his face in the sand, a few crabs scurried out of his path and he was almost worried he might have snapped his…friend, or wouldn’t that be just wonderful if it went into a crab whole.

Not really caring now, there was a large fish just waiting for him and he crawled across the sand and sunk his claws into the fishes skin practically ripping the flesh off the fish and chewing on the parts of it that were editable, and completely raw.

“that, was quite the show…remind me to ask you to do that again if you meet my brother…he would get a kick out of it,” he said with a piece of gropper flesh hanging from his mouth.-

Chapter Six

“Date with Fate”

Writers: IzuCarrendar
MidnightDarkPhoenix
LadyBelz

MidnightDarkPhoenix: It had been three days since they’d gotten engaged, Midnight had been racing up and down the stairs, paced back and forth between the bedroom and the bathroom a number of times before finally settling into a small chair. “Am I overreacting about this?” A question she’d been asking herself over and over again. But she knew she had nothing to worry about, the wedding would be perfect. Or at least she hoped it would be. There was but a few last minute things she had to take care of before beginning to plan for the event of the century. And those things were to speak with her parents and to speak with her fiancé about the possibility of her moving in with him. Her eyes had slowly began to change within the last hours of the afternoon, she’d spent the morning making breakfast the way Izu had liked it and fooling around with him in the shower. But she couldn’t help but wonder if something was missing. >e<

IzuCarrendar: It had been three days. The moment that Izu had committed to a permanent relationship changed everything in a blink. It wasn’t lost on him either, that Midnight had become more unsettled and her pacing he found unusual to say the least, like she was heavily pre occupied. Izu was a patient soul however, and he didn’t make things worse by being critical again over breakfasts, thanking her and then just enjoying her company, but after a day or so, he had to ask her. “Is there something wrong, or something I am missing, love?’ He stopped her in the hall way, as she was on another one of her walks around the house >3<

MidnightDarkPhoenix: By the time she was on her fifth round of the house she whirled right into Izu’s arms, a small gasp escaping her lips as she had done so. He must have been following her like a dog to its master. More than likely beginning to worry about her distressed state. How long have I been pacing? She couldn’t help but think to herself. And before she could answer her own question Izu had spoken. “Is there something wrong, or something I am missing, love?’ He had asked. And as soon as the words slipped from his lips she smacked his chest in frustration and cried. “Yes, I am concerned for this,” she motioned between his chest and her own. “Us… I haven’t exactly told my parents.” It was true, her parent’s had yet to be informed about any relationship she had with anyone as of late, let alone the fact she was getting married. Her mothers were protective of her and she’d seen their wrath first-hand. A sure sign of pre-wedding jitters is what most would call it, but they hadn’t even set a date yet, nor announced their engagement to the world. “I just, I worry. What if they start asking questions about you, and about me? And then what if they ask if we plan to move in together?” And this is where she knew it may get difficult. “I mean, we haven’t discussed all of this, and are you really prepared to say that to my Mothers?” Yet another sigh escaped her lips and she had yet to tell him the biggest news of all, but the truth of the matter is, she wasn’t sure if he was ready to accept it yet. But she knew, if they were going to make this work, they’d have to talk about it sooner or later. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Izu listened to her, as she unleashed a tirade of all the things that could happen, when her mother found out about them. This was kind of upsetting, since he had yet to tell his own family, let alone his children. Tessa made her Mother sound like someone to truly fear, and that had Izu raise an eyebrow. Knowing full well what he really was, he knew that he wasn’t exactly one not to be afraid of. Tessa’s nervousness was starting to get upsetting, and then he took her by the shoulders, so he could hold her in his gaze. “I thought this is what you wanted. For there to be an us. Now you’re telling me, that because you haven’t told your parents, that you are scared of what they will think, rather than the one thing that is more important. Like…there being an us.” Izu released his hold of her, and lowered his arms slowly. “I am proud of what we have, and if that is not good enough for them, then that is their loss. Surely, your mother would only want you to be happy. Or would she rather raffle you off to one of her friends, than find true love on your own?” >3<

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa blinked before finally finding her ground and then moving about the many rooms, her breathing slowly beginning to pick up as she then shifted into Izu’s arms. His gaze gave everything away, even though she knew far better that he was more so concerned for them as a couple than anything else. His words flushed through her system as he spoke with both sincerity and sternness, but at that moment as she slowly felt herself getting worked up from what was being said she couldn’t help but fall into his arms and whisper into his jacket. “Izu, I know what you mean… It’s just—“ She stepped back from his embrace just then, grabbed his hands and then placed them to her belly before then looking into his eyes for his reaction. “Izu… I’m pregnant.” >e<

IzuCarrendar: The moment that she took his hands, and then placed them upon her belly, his gaze shifted down, and he suddenly realized that her nervousness was justified, by her own words, she admitted, she was pregnant. For a moment, Izu was shocked. “You’re what?” It was like he needed to be told again, though when he let his fingers caress her belly, he knew in his heart and mind, she was speaking the truth. “You’re pregnant.” The workings of a smile started to form, for he had not had this experience, of being told he was going to be a father for some time. “Well that explains a lot.” He said with a laugh. Izu cupped her cheek and then sighed. “Oh you have a lot more to be worried about than your mother’s reaction. Trust me.” >3<

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa raised a brow and then widened her eyes as she slowly began to feel his reaction. A smile played across his face and slowly changed his form of features. “I um…–“ Before she could finish saying it once more he smiled widely and began laughing ever so slightly before coming to explain he understood her state of worry and stress. “Yea, I just… I didn’t know what to tell you.” Tessa then leaned her cheek into his hands and warmed to his touch again before wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips gently. “And what do you mean I have more to worry about than my mother’s?” This time it was her own turn to question him. “Is there something we’ve yet to discuss?” Her body shifted as she then moved from his embrace yet again and clasped his hands with her to motion him to follow suit, enter the bedroom with her and sit at the edge of the bed as she did. “Besides, even if there is something more to add on to my worry, I won’t be shocked, nor surprised because… well. This life we have together, it’s about us, and our baby. And there is nothing I want more, so I am sure whatever it is you have to tell me, we will get through it together.” >e<

IzuCarrendar: “Well, of course our life will be ours to share and the baby’s as you say. Just…you know I have five sons, right? From my first wife. Raised them myself after her death.” he rubbed the back of his neck as he said this. “Most of them are grown now, well, cept Billy, the baby of the five. They live off the coast on an island, and…when they find out about this…us, they are going to have a lot of questions. So if you think seeing your mother is going to be a problem, try to times that by five, and all are going to be wondering how we can be one big happy family.” This was the first time in a while Izu had spoken so candidly. He joined her on the edge of the bed, and stared at her. “Could have sworn I mentioned them to you before.” >3<

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa blinked at the moment he announced he had five other boys. Sons as he put it. “Oh…” And now it was her turn to be shocked, because not moments after she felt herself take a deep breath and then fall back on the bed as she slowly began to process everything her fiancé was telling her. “Well, as I said… these are our children, and if they love you as I am sure they do, they will or rather they should come to terms that they will have a new someone in their lives. And I can only hope for the best.” She smiled and then looked at him before reaching up to smack his face playfully while winking. “I love you with every fiber of my being and even if your sons don’t love me or take a liking to me, my love for you shall never wither, this… I promise you.” Her words were hard, cold and yet heartfelt and warm to the touch. Almost as if every word was like an arrow from cupids barrage of ammo was felt, tip after tip along his skin. And she’d all but hoped he understood where she was coming from as she tried to assure him she was understanding and she wasn’t going anywhere. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Meanwhile in downtown Lorewall, Orson and Brock Carrendar were strolling into the seedy nightspot, known as the Poisoned Tongue. Orson, was a bit of a ladies’ man, and he knew this was a really easy place to score. Puffing out his chest, he surveyed the offerings, and he was smug to see so many of the cities office girls were kicking their feet up with happy hour in full swing. Brock, who was a little more reserved than his ego driven brother sidled in beside Orson, who was already winking at some blonde in the corner. “Bro…anyone can get laid in this joint.” He said with some conviction, now making eyes at the blonde, as he made his mission to woe her this eve. Brock waved him off. “Yeah yeah, you always say that. Then..we have to have you checked at the clinic. Bro, I am going to go get a drink, and check up on my accounts.” Orson shrugged, and then sauntered off. The crack air force pilot loved to fly two different kinds of missions. One to break the speed of sound, the other, to break a woman in his bed. : Brock headed to the bar, and took a seat, placing down his smart phone and digging about for his wallet, as he absently asked to which ever barmaid was listening. “Beer in a schooner thanks.” >3<

LadyBelz: It was another night working at The Poisoned Tongue and Pandora had the migraine to end all migraines pounding behind her eyes. She had been working all of 4 hours and she was ready to strangle the next asshole who tired to hit on her, grab her ass or tits or tried to make a nuisance of himself by practicing lame pick-up lines on her. She’d already had to punch the owner in the face when he had tried to corner her in his office when she’d gone to get her paycheck. Thankfully, it was her turn to work the bar and she felt some of the tension leave her shoulders as she stood behind the protection it offered her. She spotted a man sliding into place on a stool and headed over. “What’ll it be?” she stated, her tone a bit gruff as the pain in her head made her a slight bit unfriendly. [Brock] -”Beer in a schooner thanks.”- came the reply. She nodded and quickly tapped his drink, slamming the glass on the bar before him. “That’s five bucks.” she stated, waiting.

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa smiled after having gone silent for so long, her blood wine colored hair wrapped around the bottom of her shoulders in curls as she slowly placed her hand on the post of the bed and began to rise from it. Considering she wasn’t showing as much as other women might have been, she was very weak when it came to getting around to different places. Her eyes glazed over and her stomach slowly began to whirl around and make an awkward noise, but before she could even begin to find out about the noise that her stomach had made she whirled around a little too quickly and balanced herself out before then looking at her fiancé and smiling wide as her mouth slowly began to drip with saliva from her sudden urge to eat. “Let’s go out to Celebrate.” >e<

IzuCarrendar: The gruff sounding voice of the barmaid, had Brock raise his head slightly. She must have been on her last shift for the night, and slammed down his beer, with a simple request. “That’s five bucks.” Fishing out his wallet, he put down a five and slid it across the bar, but put another five in the tip jar, before going back to his smart phone. His black hair fell in front of his blue eyes, and he mumbled a thank you, as the light from his phone illuminated his face. He placed it down, since there was no new messages, not that he was surprised, and then reached for a bowl of nuts, before casting his gaze up to the big wide screen, where the latest football scores were being shown. In the background, Orson was in the middle of four lovely ladies, and flirting with all of them. Brock only hoped he could leave without getting caught up in Orson’s shenanigans. :: Izu chuckled, as he watched his beloved suddenly get an urge to go out and celebrate…and probably eat half the buffet at the local all you could eat restaurant. Pushing up off the bed, he buttoned up his shirt, and said. “Sure, let me get my wallet and keys.”

LadyBelz: Pandora wanted to roll her eyes at the guy as he seemed more interested in his phone than paying attention to someone who was speaking to him. She snatched the five and put it in the till before moving on to the next patron. One of the other barmaids came around the counter. [Barmaid] “Need 6 Screaming Orgasms for table 8.” she announced. “On it.” Pandora nodded, starting to pour. [Barmaid] “Can you take them for me? Gotta run to the ladies.” Pandora nodded, making the girl give her a relieved sigh. Drinks made and placed on the tray, Pandora walked out from behind the bar and over to the table of drunk military men. Pandora could feel her migraine returning. This was not going to end well. “Here ya go, gents. Screaming Orgasms all around.” she announced, setting out their drinks. She bent over the table to pass the man sitting on the far side his drink and felt a hand on her ass. She glared at the idiot. “If you know what’s good for you, lose the hand.” she growled. [Military Grunt] “I’d love to lose more than my hand in that sweet ass.” he grinned, making his companions laugh stupidly. “This ass isn’t yours to touch. Back the fuck off.” she snapped, shoving his hand away. The others around the table made booing sounds, making the offender go red in the face. The hand returned, this time around her waist. Before she knew what happened, she was jerked into his lap. “Let go of me!” she stated slowly through clenched teeth. [Drunk] “I will…for a kiss.” he grinned, reaching up to grab her boob. That was the last fucking straw for Pandora. Her hand flashed out and despite the noise level, the slap was heard far and wide. Shocked, the drunk man released her and she removed herself from his lap. Taking his drink, she poured it over his head. “That should cool you off, you bastard.” she snorted. Angered, the man surged to his feet, alcohol dripping from his hair and all over the front of his clothes. [Drunk] “You fucking slut!” he snarled, fist raised, ready to punch her and do some serious damage.

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa smiled widely before then finding herself in their closet, god it must have taken them hours to have finally organized everything the way they’d each liked it. Considering how picky she was, Izu was very understanding when it came to catering to her needs. At this she smiled before then reaching for her winter coat and throwing it on along with her matching scarf. “Babe, are you almost ready?” Izu had called out. She blinked then and slowly began shuffling her way out of the closet and making her way towards the bedroom door before then turning back to the closet and watching it close on its own accord. Her eyes scanned the bedroom once more as she then exited the room and made her way down the immaculate staircase towards the door before eyeing her fiancé, keys and wallet in hand awaiting her. “How did he get down here so fast?” She thought to herself before putting a smile on and making her way over to him. “Yea, sorry I was just reminiscing and getting lost in my thoughts.” A light peck on his cheek and they were off and out the door headed to god knows where Izu had planned. So long as they both enjoyed themselves, it was more than enough for her. >e<

IzuCarrendar: There appeared to be a bit of a ruckus going on at one of the tables, that was filled with military personnel. Drunken ones to boot. Having all ordered…cocktails of all things, one decided to take the liberty of one of the barmaids. The drunk went for the grope, and in retaliation, not only did she slap his chops, she poured one of the nearby drinks she just served right over the top of his head. This brought a collective gasp from all around. I mean, that was a pretty tough move, and the drunk reacted as one would expected, about ready to take a swing at the barmaid. But as he was about to do so, a nut bowl from the bar, whizzed through the air at speed, striking the drunk right between the eyes, with a loud “ker tunk” sound, before the bowl clattered to the ground, rolling round and round till it finally came to a rest. The drunk roared angrily. “Who threw that? Who the fuck threw that?” This should have given the barmaid the chance to cut a break from this muscle bound baboon, as up at the bar, a man swivelled around on his barstool, one hand full of nuts, the other picking them out and then tossing them into his mouth lazily. “I did.” Brock said, not showing a cunning smile, or anything devious. He just didn’t like to see a lady getting smacked down. “Why you son of a bitch!” The drunk roared and started to charge for Brock, but he failed to notice a foot shoot out from one of the nearby tables he was passing, and it tripped him up. Tyson, another brother grinned, as the drunk hit the floor face first. “Bigger they are…harder they fall. Yo Bro…get us a beer, will ya?” Brock nodded, and waited for the girl to come back and serve, while Orson guffawed in the back ground. “That’s my younger brother, he throws like a girl.” :: Izu was patient if anything, and stood with his arms folded, as Tessa finally descended the stairs. She seemed a bit lost in her thoughts, dilly daddling around, and he placed his arm around her as he led her out to the car. “Ever been to the Poisoned Tongue? Might take you there first.” >3<

LadyBelz: Pandora was struck speechless as the man called her a slut. That was a word never used in association with her before. Sure, she liked men…but she didn’t consider herself a slut. Before she could reply, a bowl of nuts whizzed through the air, smacking the idiot in the face. He stood there with such a comical expression of shock on his face that she couldn’t help but laugh. And it became worse when the man startd toward the bar, intent on ripping the guy who’d asked her for a beer into little tiny pieces. A foot shot out, catching the drunk off guard and down he went sprawling, landing face-first in a puddle of vomit that someone had yet to clean up. That was it for Pandora. She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard it brought tears to her eyes. “Serves you right, you sonofabitch!” she cackled with glee. She looked toward the bar and gave Brock a nod. “Hey Mark!” she called out to the bartender behind the bar. Mark looked over at her. “Yo!” he acknowledged. “Get that man and any of his companions a drink…it’s on me.” she stated. “You got it, Pandy!” Mark nodded. Pandora pinched her nose. “How many times have I told you-” she growled. [Mark] “-not to call you Pandy. Can’t help myself, Pandora. I blame your parents.” Mark chuckled. She shook her head. “Tell the asshole I’m done my shift for the night, and if he knows what’s good for him, he’ll keep his goddamn hands to himself if he wants me to continue working here.” Mark knew she was serious. He’d had to stop the owner himself a few times from trying to get into Pandora’s pants. She was a good person and didn’t deserve that shit. He saluted her as she turned in her tips for the night and grabbed her leather coat. She was seriously itching for a shower to wash the grime of the place off of her body.

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa smiled up at him before wrapping her arm around his waist and leaning her head on his shoulder as they made their way out of Mancino Place double door entrance. Different nods given to them both as they exited and made their way to the car. Her eyes looked upward into the sky and she smiled at Izu before then responding to his question. “No, I haven’t. Is it any good?” She giggled and wondered while continuing to walk with him hand in hand. “I will go wherever you want to go, just let me know and I will be there.” She was more than willing to agree with anything Izu had recommended so long as it contained stuffed mushrooms and some sort of green bean casserole. Or was it Mexican she was in the mood for? She couldn’t help but wonder, but her cravings were slowly beginning to kick into overdrive by each passing second. }e{

IzuCarrendar: – Walking his lady out to the pavement in front of the apartment building, a black stretch pulled up, which happened to be one of Izu’s governments issued cars. He promptly opened the door for Tessa and allowed her time to ease in gently, before hopping in himself and closing the door. Tapping on the glass petition between the front and back seating area, he asked the driver to take them to the Poisoned Tongue. Acknowledging Izu with a curt nod, the hat wearing driver took off from the curb, and joined the flow of traffic, heading for the entertainment capital of the city.

IzuCarrendar: Izu eased back comfortably in his seat, and did the old move of a yawn followed by placing his arm around Tessa and pulling her into snuggle close to him. The street lights flooded on and illuminated the street before them, as many pedestrians were going about their lives, much like worker ants in a large ant farm. Izu leant over and whispered in Tessa’s ear. ”How are you feeling? Just let me know if this is too much for you, and we can cut the night short. Your health is important to me.”His tone was firm and you could tell by the way he looked at her with those silvery eyes, that he was deadly serious. Sure, he could be fun loving, but Tessa was his number one concern. The inbuilt car stereo played orchestral music, that offered a certain ambiance, as the car sped along; a relaxing refrain and quite enjoyable, if one was into that type of music. Before long they pulled up outside the Poisoned Tongue, and Izu could see by the line up outside, the place was packed. Would they get a table? That was the question.

MidnightDarkPhoenix: Tessa had seen it all. As soon as the stretched out limo pulled up in front of them she sighed heavily and turned her head to look at Izu, her lips parting just slightly as she spoke. “Is there anything in this marvelous city that you don’t own?” Her facial expression changed the minute her lips curved into a smile, and instantly he opened the door and guided her inside the car. She proceeded inside with caution and wondered what other surprises he’d shower her with. As she settled into her seat Izu shuffled inside and positioned himself next to her and then closed the door. His arm extended ever so slightly as he tapped the glass casing between the front and back of the seating area where they were positioned and called out to the driver. Tessa eyed her fiancé and instantly raised a brow at him at the name of the place he’d directed the driver to take them. The Poisoned Tongue.

Having had the place explained to her Tessa leaned back into the seat and cozied herself up. It wasn’t until Izu had let out a yawn did her eyes turn to look at him, and as expected he was pulling one of the oldest moves in the book, the ‘Yawn Cross’. It was a very not so subtle move, depending on the person, where the man simply let out a yawn, real or fake, and made the move on the woman by stretching his arm during said yawn and wrapping it around her shoulder. At this point Tessa couldn’t help but let out a small giggle. “Really?” He’d impressed her with the subtle move and she smiled as he pulled her towards his chest. She nuzzled into him and enjoyed the moment as the city lights shone around them. She could admit it, this moment in time, and every moment with Izu. She loved it. Her attention had been caught by the immaculate lights of the city and its people, and instantly before her mind could shift back to attention Izu had leaned over and whispered into her ear. ]”How are you feeling? Just let me know if this is too much for you, and we can cut the night short. Your health is important to me.” She smiled then and instantly turned her face to his, her hand moving from his lap to his chest, and then his face as she pulled him in for a small but tender kiss.

“It’s never enough, not when it comes to you, and don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” The kiss ceased and she instantly turned back to paying attention to what was going on around them. The music had picked up and the classical tunes rounded through the car and instantly set her stomach at ease. But as soon it had the car had stopped, they must have pulled up to The Poisoned Tongue. A ghost of a smile kissed Tessa’s face as she placed her right hand over Izu’s chest and kissed his lips once more. “It sounds like we’re here…” }e{

LadyBelz: Stepping out onto the sidewalk, Pandora breathed in the night air, free of the stench of the bar behind her. If she didn’t like the job so much, she would have walked ages ago. But it was a steady paycheck and she like the people she worked with.

“…well some of them anyway.” she muttered out loud, thinking of that louse, Cecil and his grabby hands. Sighing, she pulled a cigarette from her pocket and with a thought, lit the end. She took a drag and exhaled the smoke into the air before walking down a ways and into the alley behind the bar to her motorcycle.

She was bending down to unlock the chain from her tires when she felt something digging in her back.

“Move and you’re dead.” came a harsh voice. Pandora sighed and dropped her head in resignation. “Turn around slowly.”

Pandora stood up straighter and turned to face whomever it was that decided to mug and possibly rape and or kill her. She couldn’t see his face due to the mask he wore. There was a gun in his hand, that trembled violently.

“Great…mugged by a druggie looking for his next high.” she thought to herself.

“Yes?” she sighed, throwing him off-stride for a moment.

“I want all your money. Now! And no funny business, or I shoot.”

“Is this fucking Pick on Pandora Night or something?” she sighed. “Look, dude. I don’t have any money.”

“I saw you come out of the fucking bar! Don’t lie!”

“Yeah…turned in my tips. I get paid at the end of the week like everyone else.” she said. He raised his arm until she was staring down the barrel.

“Don’t lie to me, bitch! Now give me the fucking money!” he yelled, his voice echoing down the alley.

IzuCarrendar:- Her sweet lips pressed against his own as she echoed her sentiment that he was never enough. Izu had a crooked smile as she eased back, her hand placed on her stomach, as their unborn child gave them a reprieve. He joined her in looking out the window at the city lights, and marveled in how the town looked more magical at night, than when it was pretty grimy during the day. Street after street, the limo sped along, till finally reaching their destination, but not before his temptress stole another kiss. Oh this wouldn’t do, if she was going to be petting him all night. Before she could pull away, he drew her tighter to him, and deepened the simple peck on the lips to something much more powerful. His left hand wandered up and down her side, before cupping her bosom and giving it a light squeeze. Only when he had gotten what he wanted, did he release her, and agree, that they had arrived

Out in the alley where Pandora was trying to unlock her motorcycle, a mugger had a gun to her back and was threatening her life, even though she assured him she didn’t have any money. He wasn’t going to take no for an answer, or some sob story about her not being paid. The barrel pressed deeper, till suddenly the man made an odd grunting sound. It was like something had hit him from behind, and the gun fell from his hand, landing on the pavement, before he collapsed straight there after. Holding up a garbage can lid, it was Brock. He stared down at the mugger, than gave him a good hefty kick in the balls, before tossing away the can lid. ”You really are having a shitty night.” Brock said with some humor, and then looked behind him to see if anyone was coming, before dragging the hapless mugger to a dumpster.

Izu helped his wife out of the car, and then offered his arm, to take her inside.

”Good a time as any to show the world we are together.” He said with some pride.

>3<

They had arrived it was true, but as she had begun to move towards the car door to open it she was pulled back and a surprised gasp filled her lungs and then breathed into the air. Izu had pulled her closer to him, an embrace that almost said ‘I’m never letting you go’ and he pushed his lips down onto hers and wrapped his arms around her waist ever closely. His hand then descending to the lower regions of her back and guiding over her round buttocks, squeezing them firmly and assuring himself a moan from her lips. And as expected, it happened, her lips parted from his before pressing back against her will and instantly she cringed and let a moan escape her lips and press into his. Her eyes re-opened and she knew they’d have more fun at a later time, for now her stomach grumbled and it instantly ruined the mood. Her body moved from atop his lap and she instantly turned to Izu, but when she had, he was gone. He’d moved from his seat to open her door, she smiled at this. Moved her right foot out of the car and placed her hand in Izu’s and laced her arm through his as she responded to his words.

”Question is, will they be ready for us?

LadyBelz:

Pandora looked at Brock, arching an eyebrow.

“Understatement of the year, bub.” she snorted, dropping her cigarette to the ground and mashing it with her boot. She turned to finish unlocking her bike, stashing the chain in her side box. She turned to look at him, leaning against her bike with a crossing of her arms. “That’s twice you’ve pulled my bacon from the fire tonight…thank you.” She was sincere in her praise. It wasn’t often she had to deal with Cecil, drunk rednecks and a coked-out mugger all in the same night. She was able to handle Cecil, he was but a blip on the radar. She kept waiting for the shock to set in of having a gun pointed at her, but it just wasn’t happening.

Pandora was a lot tougher then she let on.

“You have a name?” she wondered.

The Ranger did not fight him. Even if she had the physical strength to, she would not have. She simply continued to clutch the bag in her hands until a few of her knuckles split, crying into the chest of an angel she once plot against. A white winged angel that saved her despite of all she was and all she’d done. Sir Wayne was of a few people that were willing to do so. The number was smaller now with the death of Winona. Calypso couldn’t find words to speak, but fortunately for her, the voice of Celandiam, a rare thing to experience, found them for her.

“Guide her, Sir Wayne Ahorld of Casterly. Protect her. Winona had volunteered as my vessel to gaze upon the mirror in my stead, but I selfishly chose our beloved Ranger in her stead. There is much danger in its pool. It cannot hurt her if she remembers. Help her remember that it is not real. She will have need of you, and the Lands of Old and Gravida will have need of Casterly. Only the Gods can defeat the Angels, but we face a power that even the great Valar bowed to – we face Death herself. But the only task I ask of you – specifically you – is that you stay with Calypso. Even if she tells you to leave her, or if she tries to return to the mountains on her own, follow her. She bears the Mirror. It is our only hope.”

All during Celandiam’s words, the said Ranger continued to cry into the great angel’s chest, cursing anything and everything that contributed to Winona’s passing, including herself.

The Donkey’s Dick

Mithrildanne watched the whole scene unfold, her gaze frozen on the Prince and Captain before her. Giselle had been taken outside by a few of his crew, her screams reaching the deaf ears of the Watcher not. “It is time.” She whispered, unknowingly reaching for Derek’s hand. None noticed, as most of the men around were either too drunk to see or intent on Giselle’s angelic presence outside. She was a young one, not yet into her full power, not to mention beautiful. But Mithrildanne was too focused on finding what she needed – the Gates. She needed to see for herself. In her reverie, she betrayed her purpose for coming to the lands of Casterly. “Your people have need of you. Become who you were born to be, my Prince.” They were not her words, not truly. They were the words of the Watcher, slipped onto the voice of Mithrildanne while she looked elsewhere in the world. Hard as she tried, she still could not find them. The Black Gates were simply… gone.

The Green Dragon

While the Donkey’s Dick was one of the more popular hang outs for the manly men, the Green Dragon remained ever the family place. June bustled about as fast as her little Hobbit body could, taking orders and greeting friends. Heranne was busy at work making the food and passing out the drinks, and June couldn’t help but smile at her Dwarvish diligence. It was a shame that June knew the poor girl was stuck here. She’d not be hired anywhere else – no angel knew of the skill of Dwarfs until they witnessed it, and angels weren’t always patient, especially those with meager “men” jobs. She’d never be married – no man would want strangely mixed children, no elf would marry a girl part Dwarf, and no Dwarf would marry a girl part Elf. June thought fondly of her time with Elves for a moment, then cursed herself for the typical Hobbit simplexes that had seeped into her mind now that her days of travelling the world were over. She wasn’t that old, as it was. Only around fifty. She had a friend that had an adventure at fifty. Then again, he was part Took…

“Miss Harlowe, I don’t reckon that’s safe there, it’s not.” June laughed out loud when she realized she’d almost handed Mister Barliman’s five year old a pint of ale. The little girl giggled as well, and her father let out a hearty laugh despite his worried face moments before. She’d need to pay more attention, but her damned delivery of the very thing she was giving to the man now. Where was that damned boy that usually brought the cart of barrels? It was going to worry her sick. And then she’d be even sicker when she realized she’d once again lapsed into her Hobbit worrying.

It is not everyday that you hear voices in your head other than your own. So it was with some surprise that Sir Wayne suddenly started to hear the voice of Celandiam speaking to him about the woman he now held in his arms. He went completely still to concentrate on just what Celandiam was saying, and the more he listened, the more he understood why Winona had brought Calypso back to them. The sheer importance that Celandiam had placed on Calypso staying in his care was paramount, and he had to wonder just how he was going to achieve that.

Calypso, regardless of her form, was stubborn and willful. He was unsure if Calypso was aware that Celandiam was speaking directly to him, and then he did something totally unexpected. Using both hands, he clasped the sides of her face, and then kissed her….He kissed her for a good solid minute. One, it would stop her tears, or she would slap him. It might be enough to make her question him, and everything about her return.

<3>

Everything froze. The squires training stopped dead. One of them had raised a club above his head, and dropped it on the boy behind him’s foot. Noise ceased in the camp, or so it seemed. Time itself stopped. But perhaps it was meant to, because Calypso felt nothing but rising anger at the knight’s actions. But then the anger subsided and despite whatever Sir Wayne had expected to happen, the tears kept flowing from the Ranger’s wide eyes. She was not worth this. She was not worth going this far to comfort. She raised her hands from the bag (ignoring the searing pain in her knuckles as the blood ran from them underneath her gloves) and pushed gently on his chest, not enough to truly move him, but as a gesture of nonconsent. If he broke away, she would lower her head and remove her shaking hands. She would stay this time. Repay her debt, rekindle her friendships. But she would not allow herself to fall in love with this man who was so kind to her, so gentle. It would do her no good, and probably end that kindness in its wake.

Celeste, fair maiden as she was had traveled long distances and many a night to get to the land she’d gotten to, only to not know of its name. Her golden brown hues laid rest upon a sign above her as her long dress gathered dirt in the air from laying amongst the ground for so long as she walked the busy streets this night. T’was a night such as this that gave her fair skin such a faint but lovely glow. Her lips parted to speak, but in doing so she was brushed rudely by a man leaving a nearby building.

“Dear sir, what place is this that you’ve parted with such haste?” She’d asked as she twirled around, her hair locking in cascading waves over her right shoulder, the moon’s fair graces shining along each strand so neatly that her hair had given a strong shine. So much so that it looked to be made from the softest of manes when in reality all locks attached were purely locked in place to her head.

The man looked at her in complete shock at her beauty despite the clothes she wore, ones which seemed to be those of a worn out servant girl, which indeed she wasn’t. His lips moved in a rambling motion and he laughed a bellyful laugh and coughed up a cough much like that of a smoker and responded with a crooked smile upon his face, finger extended wearily towards the sign.

“Donkey’s Dick, ma’am” He smirked wildly and laughed again before then proceeding to look at her beautiful features and responding in kind once more.

“You’d be wise to part ways from this place, lest you want to come in contact with a ruffian or two. Give or take a dozen inside.” He turned his back from her just as she was to respond to him. But to no avail her outstretched hand failed to reach the man’s shoulder. She stood lone this night and pondered the thought for an instant before a strong wind rushed by and ran through the course of her ragged dress. For although rich and smart she dressed in secret to act as a normal woman would, for normality was all that seemed to be left in the world she’d known thus far.

As quickly as the man left, no sooner did she waste her time to enter the building. “Donkey’s Dick” The man had said. What a strange name for the place. As she pushed her way through the room her eyes darted cross the place instantly she was shoved to the side, her breath suddenly locking in her chest as a gasp begged to be freed from her inner cage. She’d known the prior man who’d exited was drunk, but if this was how all of the men were she’d rather be left for fodder for the birds come morrow. But she braved through the rough crowd and made her way to the bar as soon as a wench was brushed to the side, no doubt from her mate having had enough of her constant whining of wanting to leave. He’d brushed her off and shoved her to the direction of the bar, but she’d lost her footing and fallen upon Celeste. Instantly as the contact brushed her, Celeste reached for the bar stool but missed and fell near close by booth. Just catching the end of a lost man clouded in his thoughts, more than likely a dashing man of his time, if such time was of the present. She’d sighed and let the caged gasp escape her lips and immediately fell before the man landing with a hard thump, her already weary eyes failing to comprehend the fact to stay open. And as the energy from her body left her she smiled a beautiful smile even the gods revered and fell faint before the man, completely unconscious.

“Your people have need of you. Become who you were born to be, my Prince.”

The Prince’s hand was taken by Mithrildanne and these words spoken. Prince Derek looked at the woman oddly, and yanked back his hand, almost knocking over his mug of ale.“What on earth are you talking about, Woman?’ Clearly he was not ready to be receiving messages today. Especially when he had been weighing up in his mind what he was to do. “The people certainly have no need from the likes of me.” Spoken like a true pirate.

Just then a fair maiden looked like she was trying to fight her way through the crowd. Many a man was after service from the bar wenches, or were so full of ale that they were a danger unto themselves. She was jostled back and forth, till she was knocked by another woman, and after trying to catch a bar stool failed and fell near close to his booth. Honestly, this was starting to become ridiculous. The inn was obviously overcrowded, and the likes of people were completely mad, or inevitably lost souls.

The woman collapsed by the booth, passing out on the floor at the Pirate’s feet. Prince Derek groaned, and then looking at Mithrildanne, he said.

“Great, now I have to save this woman on the floor, before she gets trodden on, or taken advantage of by the next fall down drunk.”

Pushing himself up and sliding out from the booth, he crouched down and gave the girl’s face a light tap.

“Miss?…Hello?”

Sadly, she was out for the count, and the Pirate/Prince thought it best to at least get her off the floor. He scooped her up with an audible grunt, and then threw her over his shoulder. He reached for his hat and plonked it on his head. The crew that were still in the inn all cheered, thinking the Pirate Prince had made a fine catch. He rolled his eyes, and forced his way out of the inn, to the street outside. Looking around, there was really nowhere to put the girl down, not anywhere safe, anyways. So, he decided to take her back to the ship, where at least she would be safe for the time being. Leaving Mithrildanne behind, was probably for the best. He could save at least one soul today, and not the entire nation.

The Lady Bass

Going up the gang plank, the night watch crew all cheered to see the Captain carrying the young damsel over his shoulder.

“Sweep her off her feet, Cap’n?” there was much laughter and the Captain simply replied “She was knocked out by my wit and charm.” the cabin boy giggled and said. “Probably his breath that did it. All the crew again were holding their sides and guffawing, as the night watchman ruffled the boy’s hair playfully. For pirates, they weren’t a bad bunch really.

Down the stairs, and the long corridor, the Captain pushed open his chambers door, and then strode in and lay the unconscious woman on his cot. She was quite a pretty thing really, and he drew a blanket over her, before going over to his chart desk, and studying the maps of the next port to go to. In his mind, now that he had discovered the deaths of his parents, and the full weight of responsibility that awaited him if he returned to Haven, he was now no longer sure he wanted to do his royal duty. At least, no at this moment in time. Derek glanced over at the sleeping girl and muttered. “I hope she doesn’t scream when she wakes up.”

<3>

“Parlay? Are you serious invoking that?’ The Pirate Prince said as he looked up from his charts, and took out the wooden pipe that was clenched between his teeth. What was it with women and the word Parlay? Sadly, she looked serious and wanted answers as to why she was on board his ship, which she was rather filthy about in her description.

“You, my dear fell unconscious right at my feet at the Donkey’s dick, and me being the hero that I am, gathered you up and rescued you from what would have been a night you would not have wanted to remember.”

He meant that if no one picked her up, she would have been assaulted where she lay.

“That Inn is no place for sleeping beauties….Miss.” The Captain finished, as he set down his pipe in its holder on the charts table. The Captain showed a cheeky smile and then looked around his quarters, that weren’t lavish, but they weren’t too shabby either. And this…ship is the Lady Bass, once a proud member of her Majesty’s service….and funnily enough is now mine. God didn’t forsake it….the King did.”

The Pirate prince wandered around his chart table and spun an atlas of the world, before staring at the woman’s ample breasts. They were of good size and her face wasn’t too bad looking either. “Would Miss care for a tour of the ship?” I’m sure my men would just love to meet someone as fine….and proper as you, dear.”

<3>

Sadly, the kiss did nothing to stop the well of tears from flowing. Calypso in her darkest times could never see herself being worthy of love from another, especially the Knight of Casterly; Sir Arhold. With her hands she placed them to his chest and pushed away, showing in her eyes that she did not want this, not from him. The Knight stood silently, and then looked down at her hand that held the bag, her fingers bleeding. He pursed his lips and then frowned. How was he going to keep her from leaving, if that was her want? Regardless of what Celandiam had said. Wayne brought his hand up and raked back his loose curls, before he gave Estelle a sideways glance. Estelle stood with her mouth agape. He kissed Calyso and she rejected him. The young Angel could barely believe her eyes. With a gentle voice, Sir Wayne said to Estelle.

“Make sure she has sufficient bedding in your tent, and I would like you to tend to her hands.”

That said, he then nodded to each of the ladies, and headed back to the training area, to pick up where he left off, with Sir Reginald, who was speechless at what he saw.

Estelle was dumbfounded for a moment, and then she stepped in closer to Calypso and said in a low voice.

“Are you mad? He is only the most eligible knight in all Vaas. And you reject him? Why on earth did you come back again?” She said, then walking back towards the medical tent, leaving Calypso standing on her own.

<3>

~Whack~

The girl clearly had some balls, smacking the face of the startled Captain with her hand, as she took offense to him staring at her rounded breasts.

“Excuse me, my face is up here.” She cried with some authority. Now, it was pretty safe to say, that invoking parlay, and then abusing the Captain AFTER he had been kind enough to offer her hospitality….was a very bad move indeed. His face moved in the flow of the smack, only to round on her. He had a lopsided grin, and faster than a whip, he crossed the distance to her and seized her by the waist, throwing her up and over his shoulder.

“Now…about that tour.” He said jovially, as he marched out of his quarters having her most likely screaming as he decided to take her up onto the top deck. This was going to be one hell of a sight, when the crew got a gander at it. And sure enough they all roared with laughter as the Captain carried her up on deck.

“Here we have the top deck of the fabulous Lady Bass. This…mighty mob of scoundrels and villains to ever stain the sea with the blood of the lily livered men, is my crew.” Another cheer rose up from the crew as the Captain spun her around and the wind picked up her skirts.

“HUZZAH!”

“See? What a great bunch of lads. Now…off we go to the plank.”

He boldly strutted over to the plank and set the young damsel down right on the edge of it. The Captain stepped back and then made a mock bow, before withdrawing his sword and pointing the sharp end at her.

“Care to go swimming, dear?” he said, his face beaming, while the crew all roared with laughter.

“She must have rejected the Captain.” First mate Joel said, with another pointing at the red welt on the Captain’s face.

“I think you’re right, Joel. He’s got a shiner.”

The Captain glanced back at the crew and said.

“Shut up.”

They all laughed again, as the Captain went back to taunting the young lady.

“Do say hello to Davy Jones for me.”

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Coughing loudly, and then using both hands to try and cover what was clearly beginning to be hard to cover up, Joffrey’s cheeks flamed red, as the naked lady started to sniff him out. He smelt…of course, like a demon which he was. He would have also smelt like the beach and the water, since he was just frolicking in it earlier, if you could call it that.

“I..yes, well…Miss..Madame…Lady with no shame. I am in fact a demon…yes, and I must ask forgiveness…for its not every day I am treated to such a show by a young…naked….girly.” Well, at least he was being honest. He stared down at his raging hard on and cried. “Down boy…Down…Dead puppies…Dead Kittens…My mother bending over…Oh god, I have a boner…help.”

He looked back at the cat man, and wondered if he was feeling the effects of being turned on by booby girl before them.

<3>

She answered joffery’s earlier question about there being more of them on this island, he wasn’t surprised of her answer, nor was he surprised of her next response.

“I was wondering…what brings you to my island? You smell of demon.” She was point at Joffery before glancing at Nerothst, “and I sense feline from you,”

Nerothst was actually a little hurt, he narrowed his eyes at her and he was more than just a mere feline!

The woman got ever closer now she was in joffery’s space giving his skin a nice little sniff and commenting on his darkness that surrounded the demon prince…the same scent that Nerothst rather liked himself but the was beside the point.

Joffery was turning into a right red Christmas light as far as Nerothst could tell, his limp dick was responding with renewed health to see an available twat that might need plundering.

“I..yes, well…Miss..Madame…Lady with no shame. I am in fact a demon…yes, and I must ask forgiveness…for its not every day I am treated to such a show by a young…naked….girly.” Joffery had mumbled on at the woman.

He was now plenty upset at his dick trying to hide the growing erection with his much too small hands in this case. Even stating a mantra about dead things…which thinking about those things made Nerothst shuffle uncomfortably.

“Down boy…Down…Dead puppies…Dead Kittens…My mother bending over…Oh god, I have a boner…help.” Joffery called out looking back at Nerothst.

At the moment though it was Nerothst turn to be investigated she was sniffing at his neck, Nerothst stared openly at her breasts, because well, you couldn’t really tell where he was looking anyways. He even allowed a feral grin to spread across his lips and his fingers twitched but did nothing more than that.

“You smell of the Dark as well, but not so much as he does.” She said to him.

Nerothst continued to smile the grin growing unnaturally wider, “your nose must not be working properly….then again, this clean air and fresh sunlight does take its tool,” he said softly the seductive undertone returning to his voice.

Then she stepped away and walked across the sand to sit on a tree branch, nerothst watched each sway of her hips with preditorial interest. She looked rather smug, Nerothst felt rather annoyed, but was going to roll with it. As for joffery’s predicament….

“Would you like me to go search through my puke a bit, I’m sure I can find that demon eyeball for you,” Nerothst suggested, the thought of that, cleared Nerothst’s head fairly quickly.

“I am Qi.” she finally introduced herself. Just a first name as one such as herself did not hold much tradition in surnames or house names as some royals did. “And you have yet to explain why you’ve come to my island.” She crossed her legs and reclined back on her hands, a move designed to thrust her breasts outward in a visible show of female domination.

And she was the ultimate female. What she wanted, she usually got and right at that moment…she wanted these gorgeous men standing in front of her.

“Ewwww…oh the visuals.” He was of course talking about his mother, and not the cheeky and buxom woman before him now.

“I am Qi.” The woman introduced herself, and Joffrey replied without thinking first. “And I am embarrassed. Really, where is a man to look?” He promptly marched up the beach, picked up a palm prong and then brought it back and tossed it upon the girl’s naked form, hoping to cover up at least some of it. If it landed on her, Joffrey would let out a sigh of relief. It was one thing to have a voluptuous lady right before you, it was another to have the Cat man offering eyeballs to him at the same time and spoiling the mood.

As to her question as what they were doing on her island, Joffrey was quick to reply to that too.

“This…is a pit stop. We landed cause Nerothst couldn’t carry me further, and…and..he fancied some seafood.”

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“And you have yet to explain why you’ve come to my island.”

“This… is a pit stop. Welanded because Nerothst couldn’t carry me further, and…and…he fancied some seafood.”

Nerothst looked up realizing they had continued a conversation while he was thinking, he grinned that strange ear to ear smile with the jagged teeth showing, “yes well, I hadn’t planned on needing any seafood orginally… so for now, were stuck on your island till tomorrow,” Nerothst added to Joffery’s explanation.

Nerothst seemed to have also settled quite comfortably into his nudity and hoisted himself up onto a tree branch of another tree that happen to be curved and twisted in some odd angles probably from the wind that rushed over the island. He lounged back crossing his arms behind his head then crossed his feet at the ankles and closed his eyes, he looked like he was ready to take a cat nap right there and leave Joffery to fend for himself with the beautiful sultrus before them.-

“And I am embarrassed. Really, where is a man to look?”

“You can look…and touch…if you’ve a mind to. I don’t bite…much.” Qi grinned. She had to laugh when the demon marched up the beach and snatched up a palm frond, coming back to toss at her naked form. Sadly the slight wind caught against the leaves and blew the whole branch further down the beach.

He seemed to sigh before he answered her other question.

“This…is a pit stop. We landed cause Nerothst couldn’t carry me further, and…and..he fancied some seafood.”

She finally had the name of the cat man as he turned to look at Joffrey.

“yes well, I hadn’t planned on needing any seafood orginally… so for now, were stuck on your island till tomorrow,” 

With that, she watched as he effortlessly climbed a tree and seemed to settle in the branch for nap, leaving her with Joffrey. She sat up from her reclining position and eyed the demon man slowly from head to toe.

“I think you’re cute.” she stated bluntly. She was never one to mince words and she began to think Joffrey had never come across a woman such as her. “Why don’t you sit here so we can talk more.” she patted the spot beside her. “I would like to hear more about you.”

“I think you’re cute.”

“Well I think you smell funny.” Joffrey replied, wrinkling up his nose, after having had two altercations with sea life already that day.

She was patting at the sand, trying to get him to sit beside him claiming that she wanted to hear more about him. What woman wants to hear about a man? Usually, you can’t get them to shut up talking about themselves. He had to admit, he had never met anyone like this before. Reluctantly, he sat down beside her, trying to get comfortable, though fighting a raging erection. He coughed and then ran his hands up and down his thighs nervously.

“Things about me. Well, I…hate seafood, that’s for starters. I enjoy BDSM and of course the odd bit of stretching women on a rack. High pitch screams do it for me. I am a Sagittarius, go figure, love the arts…books…and a nice glass of red with every meal.”

Anyone would think he was auditioning for RSVP.com.

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“Things about me. Well, I…hate seafood, that’s for starters. I enjoy BDSM and of course the odd bit of stretching women on a rack. High pitch screams do it for me. I am a Sagittarius, go figure, love the arts…books…and a nice glass of red with every meal.” was the next thing to come out Joffery’s mouth.

That Nerothst had to turn over and look down from his tree branch with a arched eyebrow and a slightly amused look on his face, “well now Princey…seems we have more in common then I first have thought,” Nerothst said out loud more to himself then anything.

“Mmmm…sounds lovely.” she murmured, breathing across his ear, her naked breasts pressed against his arm. She drew a hand up the inside of his thigh, lightly stroking across his skin. She ignored Neothrst, who was hovering over their heads, like some kind of vulture.

Qi was a sexual creature. She didn’t mind a bit of voyeurism. Her tongue slipped from her mouth and slid across the shell of Joffrey’s ear.

“Do you want me?” she whispered as the sensuality of her voice wrapped around his skin in an invisible web.

Joffy tried to inch away from her, and muttered.

“You know…I always had a problem with sex on the beach…and I don’t mean the cocktail…Get it? Heh. I…always hate getting so much sand wedged in my ass crack…..OOO…must you do that? I…I say..uhm…err. You know the cat man…uhm..*He points up at Nero who was watching this circus unfold.* “I am pretty…pretty sure he doesn’t want to watch my lily white ass going up and down as I let you have your way. I’m kind of private like that. Don’t want to let all my secrets out. I has a reputation, you know…and…oh god….woman why are you doing this?”

It was pretty clear his defenses were being shattered as she practically fawned over him. It was taking every ounce of strength not to flip her on her back and mount her.

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