Making Wagers; Fighting For Freedom.

Not wanting to draw excessive amounts of attention to myself I decided that I should travel as incognito as possible. I toyed with the idea of shape shifting myself into a parrot sized dragon and sitting on Zansa’s shoulder as we walked down the baroque hallway. But at the time I found that maintaining an inhuman shape was more trouble than it was worth. Having breasts was weird enough, six limbs was just too much for me at the time. Instead, I opted to shrink down to just a little under two inches tall and sit on Zansa’s ear pretending to be a piece of jewelry. Since a lot of the accessories these people wear seem to be self animated, I had no trouble blending in and observing the situation from Zansa’s point of view.

As we walked down the hallway, I was amazed to see that the doors were impossibly close together considering the size of the rooms these college students slept in. I quickly discovered that a lot of buildings in this world were bigger on the inside, some of them MUCH bigger on the inside. Each door’s threshold was decorated with elaborate scrollwork telling the lineage of the the occupants and their majors, which for most of the girls on the hall was still ‘undeclared’, though quite a number of ‘practical summoning’ ‘glitch studies’ ‘theater’ ‘spell engineering’ ‘musicology’ ‘planar geography’ ‘motonic physics’ and ‘business management’ to name a few majors which seemed popular at the time.

When we finally got to the dorm room Zansa did not have a key, the door opened an eye, saw who was trying to enter, and unlocked itself for the room’s rightful occupant to open their door. Zansa stepped through the threshold. Barla waited outside for Zansa to tug on the orc’s leash and pull her into the room which had the same layout as Arna and Ishla’s room and some of the same furniture such as the velvet couch two elves and a holstaur were sitting on watching what sounded like a war movie while the elf-girl I presumed was Gonilna and the pretty-boy I presumed was Rolnin were sucking on the tits of the crying cow-girl. As Zansa moved closer and got a view of what the couple and their **** were watching, I understood that the holstaur’s anguish was not from the physical pain of the two elves sucking on her tits and treating her nipples like chew toys, but from the documentary footage she was **** to watch of part-human, part-darklin men, women, and children like herself being slaughtered mercilessly by the silent, grim, professionalism of the Alliance Stormtroopers led by their chivalrous elven officers. Of course in an elven context ‘chivalrous’ means looking pretty and smelling nice while you commit **** and atrocity.

The illusistage showed men in gleaming armor with some carrying swords and shields while others preferred two handed great axes, though the occasional warhammer and mace could be seen as well, whatever the preference, the soldiers unleashed barrages of elemental energies from their weapons as they closed the distance to finish off their opponents in melee. The documentary footage showed minotaurs, satyrs, leonids, and countless other breeds of adjinn fighting back. A few of them had magical weapons capable of making an effort, and an enchanted arrow would find its mark on occasion taking down a human soldier or a skilled inu fencer would get the better of one of the shock troops, but in the end, the rebels were outnumbered untrained, and armed primarily with firearms that were completely useless against enchanted steel. The image cut from the battle to the victorious humans and elves celebrating their victory amidst the charnel pyres.

In the middle of a scene where the High Synod of The Alliance formally recognized the segregation of the human race into the purhume breed which rightfully belonged among the races of light, and the adjinn breeds which were tainted by darkness and must be bound no differently than an goblin, orc, slime, anthro, or any other servant of evil, Gonilna noticed that her roommate had returned. “Hey!!!” Gonilna said cheerily as she got up and gave Zansa a hug and the two shared a series of kisses, one on each cheek, one short kiss on the lips, and one long kiss on the lips with tongue. “So, did you pull of the summoning? Did you decide to go for a war demon or a sex demon? Have you seen this documentary before? I hadn’t but they interviewed Rolnin’s dad for it because he was a captain at Ford’s Gulf, your dad fought in The Segregation War too, didn’t he? Does he think it is funny for him how the purhumes act when they meet him saying things like ‘my great, great, great, great, great, great, grandpa fought with you at Mournfield.’ and stuff like that? Because Rolnin’s dad says…”

“Bae. Remember, the verda bitch, the demo.” Rolnin said as he stood up. I saw Barla wince ever so slightly when Rolnin used the word ‘verda’ as if the word physically hurt her. “Keep watching, cows-slut, you need to learn your history.”

“Right, sorry babe.” Gonilna smiled at her man before turning back to Zansa. “Rolnin’s field-team just got back from a patrol of the frontier, he came back with a lot of amazing things. Did I show you what he got me?” Gonilna and Zansa turned to look at a woman with purple skin and green hair, but otherwise looked like an elf, hanging from her wrist bands hanging from invisible chains of magic. Gonilna snapped her fingers and the woman I later learned belonged to a species called moon-elves fell to the floor with a pained OOOOF. “Come to you mistress sweetie. No no dear, crawl.” Gonilna smiled at Zansa as the **** slowly complied with her owner’s orders. “She is fresh caught, wild born. The bitch is over four centuries and only got collared THIS WEEK!” Gonilna clapped her hands together in excitement. “Can you imagine it? How fun it is going to be to break her evil spirit and bind her to The Light?”

“Rolnin spoils you so much.” Zansa said. “What about your satyr? You know that we are not supposed to have more than one **** at a time.”

“Officially, this greenbush is Rolnin’s for tonight. Tunkus is performing The Final Dance. He should be done by the morning, at which point I will register this one here as my official **** bitch. How does that make you feel, dark-elf?” Gonilna asked. “Go on. Speak.”

“The only thing I feel is the need to find out what happened to my kids.” The green haired woman said. “You are just a spoiled child who does not know a thing about love, family, or tribe. The only thing I can bring myself to feel towards you is pity.” The elf woman looked at her owner with sheer contempt.

Gonilna smiled back and was about to say something when Rolnin interrupted her. “BAE. The glitches, Zansa’s Verda.” Rolnin said with the tone that suggested that as frustrated as he found his girlfriend’s scatterbrain, he had grown used to it.

“Right. Sorry hun. So besides catching rogue darklings and finding some really cool talismans, Rolnin’s squad got attacked by a pack of glitches, but you fragged them and bagged them, didn’t you sweetie?”

“We did our job. I got to bring home my share of the loot, which included a few glitches I just finished stabilizing.” Rolnin showed Zansa a spread of cards which looked no different from any trading card one could find people collecting anywhere in the cosmos. These trading cards had a holographic image on them, turn the card one way and one sees a monster, turn it another way and one sees an adjinn-looking man or woman. Because it is a holographic image, it takes me a little longer to realize that both images are moving about as if both show a figure trapped in a glass box struggling to break free. “I have not put them through their paces yet, and I figured that instead of waiting until tomorrow and taking them to the gym, I could have them go around or two with your verda. You are always talking about how this Barla was one of your daddy’s best fem-fighters. So how about we put her up against these two?” Rolnin showed Zansa a pair of cards which each contained a crab-monster. “It will be fun. Worst case scenario, I will buy you a new one tomorrow, and if I am buying, you can be sure that you will be walking away with something a lot fancier than a second hand field verda with an attitude problem.”

“I don’t…” Zansa was about to reject the offer, but then I thought about how fun it would be to wipe that smug grin from the pompous elf’s face. “You know what. How about we make it interesting with a wager.” Zansa said. “If Barla wins, those racing drakes you have pulling your chariot, mine.”

Rolnin smiled. “And what if I win?”

“If you win. In addition to being your bedlah babe for three days. Well, remember that harvest break up we all spent at my Daddy’s plantation? Remember how I left that verda buck hanging in a cabin for you? Three orcs, and you can pick, any field verda you want, buck, stud or sow.”

I could smell Rolnin’s arousal and watched the moment his brain turned off and his dick started doing all the thinking for him. “I will still buy you a new **** after my glitches finish tearing your uppity verda bitch apart. Something pretty to watch you make out with for that wonderful, long weekend you devote yourself completely to my pleasure.”

“Sure, Rolnin.” Zansa said. “Are you going to set up the arena wards, or do you need me to do it?”

As Rolnin prepared a magic circle much larger than the summoning circle that brought me to this world, I did some tinkering with the spellwaves and jury rigged a basic signaling protocol to let me communicate core to core with Barla the same way that I could commune with Ariel. <Barla, it is me, your Master. I do not want you to be nervous.> I sent to her. The orc woman looked around confused and nervous. <I am communicating directly in your core, this is completely private, just feel what you want me to know and…>

<Of Fuck, I am going to die, please save me Master! I am unarmed and going up against two glitches, I am going to be literally torn apart and eaten by crabs!> Barla’s mind shouted.

At the time, I did not know if I could fly or not. What I did know was that very small animals were much better at jumping than large animals, and I had magic. So I waited for my moment when Rolnin and Gonilna were not looking and leapt from Zansa to Barla. <I am with you. We will do this together.> I told her as I started casting every buff and enchantment I could come up with on the orc woman who had fallen under my protection.

Rolnin pulled out the two cards and spoke in High Draconic “Come forth and serve.” Two crab-adjinn looking creatures appeared in a flash of light. “Attack.” The two confused and scared looking adjinn transformed from humanoids to full on crab monsters scuttled around Barla looking for an opening. The first crab that lunged at the orc woman, Barla saw the razor clawed pinchers reach for her arm and close down, only to find that the claws slide harmlessly off of her skin leaving no blemish.

<I told you. you are faster, stronger, and tougher, than anything they can throw at you. Right now, you are not just fighting for some elf lord’s amusement. You are fighting for your freedom. And I am fighting with you.> These words brought a smile to Barla’s face. The orc fem-fighter punched the offending crab so hard that the glitch flew across the arena and cracked its shell against the arena’s perimeter ward. The creature oozed green slime from its wounds. The other crab scuttled over and started patching its comrade’s shell with resin it produced from its maw and spread with its pincers. <Let them patch up. There is no need to attack them at their weakest when you can show how much better you are by fighting them at their strongest.>

<I know Master. I am aware of who my real enemies are.> Barla turned her gaze on Rolnin who looked some combination of incredulous, angry, and turned on. <I am going to show that smug, self-important, twit that being the son of an Arl might make him powerful, but it will never make him strong.> The two crabs turned their attention towards Barla who smirked at them. What happened next could best be described as a dance. The crab monsters tried to grab, pinch, claw, and otherwise hurt the green skinned fem-fighter, but no matter how close they came, Barla was never within their grasp. The orc would simple slip away like mist at the last moment, never being where the crabs had expected her. For her part, Barla moved with a fluid grace and beauty that I have only ever seen in the most extraordinary of women. It was not enough for her to just not get hit, she wanted to look good while dodging the creatures intent on ripping her apart. She wanted them to believe that this was easy for her. <What is this feeling? Master, I do not know what is going on but something is tingling inside of me and I feel funny.>

<I think you are enjoying yourself sweetheart. I believe that you are having fun.> This comment made the orc woman start to laugh. The sound of a happy orc utterly terrified the two onlooking elves, and the pseudo-elf Zansa put on her own flawless performance of anxiety at the unusual sight of an orc woman moving in such a liberated fashion letting ring a joyous noise. In the confusion of the moment, the two crabs stopped trying to attack and backed away from Barla, taking up a defensive stance. Barla stopped laughing, put on her serious face, and crushed one crab under her foot as she caved in the other one’s shell with a single blow from her fist.

Zansa smirked at Rolnin who could not believe that a naked, unarmed, magicless, verda could kill two of the monsters that he had seen tear through arcanisteel plate armor and tank a blow from a storm axe. It had just sunk into the Arl's son that his prized racing drakes, the two flying mounts he had been training since they were hatchlings, the drakes he had intended to enter into this season's 1000K flying race, were now Zansa’s. “How? What the? Okay, okay. Double or nothing.” Rolnin said.

“Double or nothing, what?” Zansa asked as she beckoned Barla to her side and stroked the orc woman’s hair affectionately. I took the opportunity to move back to Zansa and do my best to pretend to be a charm on her bracelet.

“I have another glitch in here that your verda will not last two minutes against. So how about she goes another round and if my glitch can finish her off, you give me my drakes back.”

Zansa pretended to think before saying. “How about. Your drakes, plus me in a bedlah for three days and the field verdas, all of it, but instead of fighting Barla, your glitch has to fight my new demon.” Zansa said with a smile.

“What new demon?” Gonlina asked with keen interest.

“This one.” Zansa held out her hand. To make my entrance, I shrunk down to the size of a grain of sand while turning my luminescence to maximum to give the impression of being a single shining mote of light. It was at this moment I discovered that I could, indeed, fly. I started running faster and faster until I leapt off of the extended finger and willed myself higher and higher, I spread my energy tendrils to form wings and gave myself real lift and started to soar. I indulged in a few loop de loops and barrel rolls before I focused on growing myself back to a normal size, retracting my hardlight in the process. To their perspective, a speck of golden light leapt from Zansa’s finger, fluttered and zipped around a bit like a drunken firefly before transforming into a sexy woman made of bronze and wrapped in light, wearing the glowing **** bands which were supposed to guarantee I was tame and under their control.

“To answer your first question Gonilna, Ishla, Arna, and I did successfully summon a demon. Though it’s technically a sex demon. I am pretty sure she can handle whatever you want to throw at her. So, you want to take the bet?”

“I…” Rolnin was having trouble holding it together. He looked at me like he wanted to cum on my face. “How much? How much do you want for her? You want one of my penthouses? You like drakes, you want some pegasi? I will throw in the carriage as well. Or you a numbers kinda girl and just want to take coin? Fine. How much do you want for the. The. whatever she is?” Rolnin asked.

“Perhaps my lord would like to try before he buys?” I said to Rolnin. I reached up as if to caress the man’s cheek with my finger, but instead a tendril of light extended from the ornate glowing bracelet around my wrist and slithered down the elf noble’s cheek leaving a trail of glowing goo that absorbed into Rolnin’s cheek causing the young elf to shudder in pleasure.