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Chapter 11 by Nemo of Utopia Nemo of Utopia

Now That I Have My First Monster, What Do I Do Next?

Have A Long Mental Conversation...

"Hast thou tamed the Dragoness?!" Mayfair cries as soon as she stops cowering in terror; seeing the enormous woman/dragon sitting there placidly and looking at me with an emotion somewhere between rage and reverence.

"He hath indeed," Cindra says with a resigned-but-angry sigh, and looks at the Orc as though she were something with too many legs she had found in her shoes. "Dost thou mean to become this cunning little guttersnipe's mate..." [[What is this pigish cunt called?]] Cindra thinks at me.

My countenance flashes with anger for a second. [[Her NAME is Mayfair McCoy, and don't you EVER talk about her like that again!]] I snap back mentaly.

Cindra recoils as though I just slapped her with my ****-hand. [[My apologies Mistress, I will refrain in the future.]] She replies, and picks up the paused conversation again, all this having passed at the speed of thought. "... Miss McCoy?" Cindra finishes.

"I'm hopping so: and Kae's not a guttersnipe!" Mayfair responds with a note of indignation.

[[Kae? Thou art a Hermaphrodite Monster Tamer?]] Cindra thinks to me with a note of worry.

[[Yes, why?]] I respond in confusion.

[[This is quite presumptuous of me, but please do not order me to mate with thee. I know tist within thy power but twould be tantamount to ****, and I appeal to thy honor and self respect to eschew asking that one service of me...]] Cindra explains.

Something Cindra asked earlier suddenly clicks with me: [["And why dost thou reference me as though I were a queen?" Of course! Back-in-the-day "you" was the plural and only used for single persons who were monarchs...]] I think with a mental head-smack and Cindra just looks at me strangely...

[[How dost thou not know this?]] She asks mentally.

My minds eye flashes over the past few months again but I only say: [[That's a long story...]] or so I Think...

[[Sooo, thou doth come from another world, one much more technologically advanced than this one, and no rescue can be forthcoming if thou doth find thyself in trouble here? Innnteresting...]] Cindra thinks, and I realize that she can hear/see EVERYTHING that I think about, which of course brings up the most embarrassing possible thing; a flash of erotic fantasy between myself and Mayfair...

I shut that down quickly and issue a comand. [[Unless you have specific instructions from me you are never to repeat, divulge, spread, reveal, implicate, hint at, talk about, discuss, explain, describe, speak of, or any other adjectives indicating any form of information transfer what-so-damned-ever anything you have seen/heard/smelled/felt/tasted/experienced-through-any-other-sensory-input from my mind; is that clear?]] I state forcefully.

[[As an icicle,]] Cindra sighs.

[[Good, and I pray to God that we can find a way to keep our thoughts private...]] I grouse.

The conversation has lapsed a bit during this mental exchange, so I turn to Mayfair and **** a smile. "Lead the way to the Village Mayfair!" I say with an enthusiasm I don't really feel, and we set off again.

What Happens On The Way To The Village?

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