Be honest (blabber your entire life story)

"Em, I'm just passing by. Just looking for treasure." The words slip out and you want to kick yourself. Since the Nekt could be considered a treasure in itself, it probably wasn't the best way to give a good impression.

"They say Daxter Flinch lost his treasure here, and-" Suddenly an expression crosses the blank face of the Nekt.

"Daxter Flinch." Its voice was quiet and breathy, you almost didn't hear it. However, you do not have the time to spare a thought that Nekts were indeed capable of speech. Instead you focus on the way it had repeated the name. It sounded very familiar.

As suddenly as it had spoken the Nekt, without twitching a muscle, dropped soundlessly and without a ripple directly down into the water above which it had been kneeling.

the hairs on the back of your neck rise at the natural sight and you can't help but shy away in the water.

The top of the Nekt's head and green eyes breach the water surface. Unblinkingly it approaches you, again without a sound or ripple, it's hair seemingly still dry as iff it han't been under water just now. Horror awakens in you upon this sight. And your mind begins to work franticly.

You suddenly realise the only reason it would have to speak that name with such familiarity was if it new Flinch personally. You'd heard rumours of a captured Nekt being passed around in higher society as exotic playthings. Although such things were illegal, people of Daxter Flinche's caliber and wealth were frequently above the law.

For all you knew, maybe there was no chest, but the real lost treasure was this Nekt. You better rectify what treasure your looking for! ASAP!

"Y-yes. They say Daxter Flinch lost a chest filled with gold and Jewels here!

The Nekt does not respond.

As said creature approaches you, his golden hair fanning out to float on the water's surface, you realise that your theory is perfectly plausible. Such polluted waters that existed in the CessPond were not the natural habitat of a Nekt. It was probably even toxic for it. Hell, its ability to speak might even be a sign that it had spent a lot of time around humans.

Given the Nekts natural affinity to water it could probably escape via the city's sewage system given a chance.

You see delicate fingers breach the waters surface. Again, without a ripple, the pink digits reach for you. You splash away reflexively, backing further away.

"I-I-I'm just a poor citizen. I-I live in rundown communal housing with 20 other men, trying to scrape by from whatever jobs we find in the farms outside the city." You're voice rises to a pitch with fear. As you kick with your legs, acutely reminded that whatever passes for solid ground in the CessPond is a long way below your feet.

An odd look passes through the Nekt's green eyes. Delicate fingers dart out to hook in the front coller of your armour. It may as well be a steel cain because your retreat is stopped in an instant. Startled you freeze and are about to sink so you grab hold of the Nekts hand for dear life.

The mythical creature's hand doesn't even dip from your weight.

Moving closer to you it reaches out with it's other hand to trail a finger over your well defined jaw and then up to your lips. Leaving a tingling sensation in its wake.

"Tell me more." It croons breathily.

Swallowing, with an inward sigh of relief you clear your throat.

"I eh... I was born in Gradrod..." you pause, testing the waters. The Nekt tilts its head and floats closer.

"My mother was a beautiful woman how wandered into the city from the countryside. She got a job as a seamstress in one of the factories.." The Nekt soulful eyes, are fixed on you. So clear you can see your own reflection in them. Gaining confidence you continue on.

"My father came from one of the neighbouring Cities. He worked as an accountant and came to Gradrod when he was promoted to work in the main branch. " You became more immersed in your story. You hadn't thought of your parents in a long time and were surprised how well you remembered them.

"They, met when he followed his boss to inspect their local factory. By that time my mother had gained herself a good impression and had been assigned to show them around. They got married a week later and lived in a nice part of town." You didn't really remember that part, aside from the fact that the streets had been clean and your neighbours had been an old couple who sometimes gave you cookies.

"However, one day my father reported a case of embezzlement which ended up being the end of his career. One of the higher ups made sure to accuse him of sexually harassing some of the other employees who provided false testimonies and he ended up having to spend all of his savings on his bail from prison. With a prison record my dad couldn't find a decent job and my mother's job didn't pay enough to pay off the mortgage of the house, so we lost it along with all of our possessions." You had been to young to understand what was happening back then. You'd overheard your mother crying and your father shouting in frustration, but it was only much later that you pieced it all together.

"Moving to the outskirts of town, we scraped by, on whatever my father could earn that day doing odd jobs, while my mother's earnings were spent on sending me to school." Thanks to that you could write and read as well as count simple numbers. A step better than many others in your position.

"One day my mother left. The wealthy man who had ruined my father's career, developed an interest in my mother and offered her a position as one of his mistresses." You never found out what happened to her. May be she had managed to become the man's concubine or perhaps she fell for the jealous wife's scheams and was sold into slavery. These sorts of gosip were a dime a dozen and you'd heard them all.

You stared up at the clouded sky, framed by the crowns of tall trees which had probably mutated from all the magical and chemical pollution they were exposed to. You started floating on your back in the water, your arms treading water absently to keep you afloat. On your chest lay the naked Nekt, green eyed staring at you with interest and waist length hair coating its shoulders and back. It didn't weigh a thing.

Looking down at the beautiful creature on your chest you continue your story.

"After that, sometimes my father would spend his nights in the pubs, and we had even less to eat. When I was nine, my father finally kicked the bucket. He'd been stabbed in a barfight and was tossed outside where he bleed to ****." You only found out about it when the landlord came to kick you out of his property.

"After that I ended up on the streets with all the other kids like me." you'd been among the luckier ones in that bunch. you'd gotten a taste of happiness since your parents had treated you well while they were around, and had a basic education without falling into dispaire too suddenly or from too high up.

"I earned the good will of the kids by teaching them a bit about numbers and letters. Found just enough errands to survive which kept me out of crime, while not being enough to earn the other street kids' jealousy." It felt strange thinking of your past which you hadn't spared a thought on for years. Yet it was strangely clear in your mind as if it had been there all along, hidden in deep waters.

You felt the Nekt's cold fingers curl against his collar bone from where they held onto the collar of your Chest-plate and it stretched out it's legs between your own. Suddenly You feel self-conscious about telling your life story to a mythical Nekt. But at least you didn't feel like your life was on the line, for now at least.

"When I turned 16, I gained the right to legally work, which meant I got a minimum wage, and by the time I was 18 I had enough saved up to rent a bed in a communal house with about 20 other men outside of the City. Since then I have been working odd jobs on the farms, scraping by."

You suddenly feel a thigh sliding against your crotch. Gulping you remember the leaches venom which still hadn't worn off. A slight blush colouring your ears, you try to stay afloat like normal and continue your story. Hoping furiously that the Nekt hasn't noticed anything.

"I've always wanted to be an adventurer, get out and see the world, but you always need money to do anything in this world. So I haven't been able pursue my dream." You become more distracted as as you feel the firm pressure of the thing against your bulge. Had it noticed something?

Swallowing you continue on bravely.

"Then rumour said that Dextar Flinch had given up on the chest of treasure he'd lost in the CessPond and that it was free for the taking for anyone who could find it. So I used what savings I had to buy some armour and a sword and shield... and... ahhhhh~!"

You break off suddenly to moan out loud. The nekt had sat up straddling your hips weightlessly in the water. Between it's spread thighs and next to it's tender flaccid penis, it gripped your bulge through your leather pants.