Ashley Price, Plucking at Crimson Strings

"So hey. What was all of that about boys being sluts?"

Donna looks a bit embarrassed with herself, sheepishly scraping at her sno-ball with her spoon. After a whole morning spent flinging a stream of doomed low-level monsters at the roadblock that is Misty's Starmie, Rhys announced with the dignity of a man who has nothing else left that he was going to go exercise. You were all set to go with him, but when he emerged from his room in a bright yellow tracksuit it became clear that what he meant by 'exercise' was 'jogging'. You haven't jogged since you burst your last D-Cup bra, and unless you're actively running for your life you aren't about to start now. So while he sprints merry circuits around the park, you and his sister are eating shaved ice and flavored cane syrup on a bench.

It's fucking cheat day, shut up stern little voice. Besides, this is the perfect opportunity to learn a bit more about the elves' whole situation.

The queen plays for more time by shoving a spoonful of sno-ball into her mouth, a rather bold flavor combination of Blackberry, Golden Apple and Bubblegum. She then stiffens in shock, rolling her eyes back into her head and clutching a fist to her head in easily the worst faked display of brain freeze you've ever seen. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want, Donna."

The elf girl sighs at that, sticking her spoon back into her cup as she drops her act. "Sorry, I'm just...sort of ashamed. That's some real dated thinking; it's pretty not cool to make that kind of joke."

"I just don't get it, is all."

Donna shrugs. "Remember how it's really hard for us to get pregnant?" You nod, and the girl continues. "Well, there's this old husband's tale about how a boy is somehow more likely to father a child on their first time."

You consider that. "On their first time having sex?"

"What? No. On their first time cumming, like, at all."

"Oh what? Wow."

"Yeah. So elf boys are basically told growing up that they need to stay pure and chaste if they ever want someone to make them a husband. And on the other hand,"--She makes a big motion with her spoon--"Girls are told to go out and experiment, and if they have sex? Well that's fine; it's just another roll of the dice on getting that big Bee Aye Bee Why." She grumbles around another spoonful. "It's so old-fashioned and backwards, and no one believes it anymore. But I guess it's still sort of ingrained in our society. Pretty messed up, right?"

"Well, sure...but honestly Donna, we're exactly as messed up here. Or rather, uh, oppositely as messed up here, I guess?"

"Yeah? How does that..." The elf trails off, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion as she stares at something just over your shoulder. "...Huh."

You turn to follow her look, finding only a man standing somewhat awkwardly with a sno-ball of his own. "What? Is something up with that guy?"

Donna double takes at that, shooting you an incredulous glance. "You mean you don't see that?" When you shake your head she frowns, a prismatic glow fluttering over her eyes as she looks again at what is still, to you, just a guy standing there kind of stiffly. "Oh, wow. Yeah. She's glamoured."

"She? I don't..." You trail off as a familiar flash of red flickers across your vision, a crimson still frame subliminally cut into your reality. You quickly slip the flask out of your pocket, popping off the top to wet your fingers with liquid magic. Raising your dry hand, you begin etching a rune onto the park bench while slowly panning your pointed finger across your surroundings. "When I hit her, say 'when'."

'.....When."

You tap all five fingers to your completed rune, a whorl of rainbow energy spiraling from your hand to envelop the space just beside the lone man. The power visibly collides with something, an invisible barrier that recoils and hisses and bubbles, giving off a scent regrettably close to cat droppings as it struggles against your shimmering magicks. The barrier can't keep up the fight for long, and the moment it melts she appears before you.

The first thing that strikes you is her mane of blood red hair, a riot of fiery curls that easily hang to her waist. The second is that she is completely buck naked, the dirty looking tatters of a cloak doing absolutely nothing to hide wide hips, fat, heavy breasts and a lushly inviting body just barely on the right side of plush. The third is that the reason the man stands somewhat awkwardly is that the girl is currently doubled over as she humps sloppily against his cock, her loudly squelching pussy splattering against him with every slap of her soft thighs. The fourth? That she looks completely and utterly bored.

The girl straightens with a listless sigh, reaching up to run her fingers across the man's face as he stares blankly into the distance, occasionally letting out a small subconscious grunt when she thrusts back against him. She absentmindedly trills her plump lips, craning her head down to sneak a mouthful of her semi-aware partner's sno-ball. After a moment's consideration, she lets out a hum. "What flavor is that?"

The man immediately answers, his voice flat and uninvested. "Tiger's Blood."

The girl blows a raspberry at that. "No it isn't; I've drank actual tiger blood and it tastes like hot pennies. Whatever, scoot." She grabs the man by the head and starts to duck waddle forward, forcing him to walk her towards the sno-ball stand without ever unsheathing from her drooling cunny. Once she's close enough, the girl reaches an arm over the counter and past the completely disinterested sno-ball vendor to rummage through the bottles of syrup. She grabs the wrong ones on the first few tries, throwing them aside to shatter against the sidewalk, before crowing in success as she pulls out a bottle of deep maroon liquid. She pops off the cap and knocks it back, drinking the flavored liquid sugar straight as she slams her hips back and grinds savagely against her partner. He manages the smallest moan as he starts to unload deep inside the uncaring girl, and as he orgasms an explosion of that boiling, stinking energy surges out from them like a detonating bomb.

You and Donna are finally shaken from your stupor at that, recoiling from the blast even as it is swiftly smothered by the protective wards you've placed over the park. Your barrier remains as strong as ever, but as you focus on it you become aware of something rather like magical smolder marks, not lasting damage but a sure sign that something has tried and failed at a breach. In that moment your awareness expands, and you realize that there are dozens of these scorch marks on your wards all across town. It's clear to you now that the flashes of red you've been almost-spotting all weekend have been this invisible Caligula fuck-nuking your defenses, searching for some sort of weakness. To what end? You have no idea. But you're going to fucking find out.

The girl slips the spent man out of her without a second thought, already ignoring him as he blearily stuffs his cock back into his pants and wanders away as if nothing happened. She lets out a melancholy sigh, planting a fist to her luxurious hip as she swigs more syrup and drips his cum down one thick thigh. She spares you little more than a moment's glance when she first notices you and Donna marching her way, only to sputter and **** on a mouthful of Tiger's Blood when she realizes you're not walking in her general direction, but directly towards her. "Holy cunt!" She sputters, "You can fucking see me?!

You affix the girl with most serious glare. "Yes. Yes, we can."

She stares at you for a long moment, Tiger's Blood dripping from her mouth to splatter against her full tits. Then she glances down at herself, apparently considering for the first time in what might be a very long time that she is totally naked. Then, she gives a full body shiver and reaches down to squish three fingers into her cummy pussy. "You saw me, you both saw me being a dirty little slut, you saw..." She trails off before you're able to interrupt her, the momentary expression of ecstasy on her almost angelic features falling away with a sigh. "Nope. Can't get there. Got no shame left."

You grit your teeth as the girl starts to chug syrup again. "Cut the goddamn bullshit; who the fuck are you?!"

The girl pops a finger to the side of her plump mouth, affecting a look of girlish contrition. "Oh gosh, I'm super duper sorry! How about I just tell you who I am and all about what we're doing and how about nope, FUCK you!"

You start forward with a growl, only to jump back and throw up your arms to protect your face as the girl smashes the glass syrup bottle into the ground directly in front of you. You recover quickly, only to find a fluttering bat where she once stood. The little thing darts past your lunging grab, giggling in fiendish humor as she flies away, and you realize that she farted directly onto your head as she flittered by.

Donna slowly swallows another mouthful of her sno-ball, offering you a sincere look. "Your world is really weird."

Yes. Yes, it is.