The Childhood Friend

In a strange twist, the hero deciding to leave his best friend behind. The first person who had joined him in his quest, the first female potential love interest, and the person the narrative would ultimately push the hero to hold hands with at the end. Who knows? Perhaps if enough DLC points were used, there might even be a tasteful wedding scene.

Perhaps there was a tactical reasoning behind it. After all, the childhood friend, lets call her Ling, was the most suited for front line combat. And if enemies attack, Prince Ribbiton would surely in safe hands. Or perhaps he just wanted a chance to romance his two buxom companions without annoyed quips. Whatever the case, Price Ribbiton was perfectly happy keeping such a beauty company.

Bidding fond farewell, the pair watched the trio walk off to complete the arbitrary side quest. It would likely earn them a reward, perhaps even a secret individual who shared in the wanting to defeat the dark lord. Or perhaps it was just one of the first in a long series of quests that would ultimate lead to some sort of god forged weapon. Whatever the case, whatever the current outcome, Prince Ribbiton couldn't care less. For his bulbous eyes weren't on the party leaving, but the individual staying behind.

The way her athletic, long legs poked out from the sides of the ocean blue cheongsam. How her outfitted accentuated her peach shaped rump. And the way her full breasts strained and threatened to burst from her top. Ling wasn't aware the effect her body had on most individuals, and it wasn't surprising that the Boggart prince had to readjust himself before she turned to face him.

"I'll be training in the mean time." She practically beamed. Perhaps that was why she was so good at the martial arts, despite her porn star like body and impractical outfit for combat. Of course, this likely painted her personality as bland as a cardboard box. Fortunately, dear readers, she was likely to be painted in other things before the day was out.

"Oh, I shall join you! Perhaps I may learn some of your combat skills?" Once more, it was a lie. After all, what green blooded boggart wouldn't want to witness a busty martial artist bounce around?

"Umm, I suppose." Ling stated, pursing her lips in a very blowjob like way. "But be sure to watch closely, for I have lightning quick moves." For Emphasis, she threw out a punch, causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly.

"Oh don't worry, i'll pay very close attention. Lead on!" Had Ling been a bit more perceptive, perhaps she might have noticed it wasn't her fists he was looking at. Or that when she turned, his eyes were glued directly on her peachy ass as she walked. Had she, she might not have picked a training sight well outside of town. Where no one would interfere. Where no one would visit should they hear her screaming for whatever reason.

In a field of green, under a great mighty oak, Ling began to practice. We won't bore our readers of the details of why she was honing her skills. Only that her stretching had given our boggart prince a painful erection. That her movements caused her cantaloupe sized breasts to bounce around of their own accord. Or that her high kicks showed off just how much she could stretch, as well as the occasional silky white of her panties beneath.

"Not enough..." Ling grunted, sending a near horizontal kick to the sky. It wasn't quite at a vertical angle, but it was close, and put her panties on display. "Still not enough!"

Prince Ribbiton had, of course, politely oogled her in silence. He didn't want to interrupt her practice, or her sweaty, bouncing form. But as she lowered her leg, the prince finally interjected. "Well, perhaps I may be of assistance!"