Well, that certainly had been a birthday party that we would talk about for awhile, don’t you think? Haha! I mentioned a couple of chapters back that I felt as though my clothes were thoroughly safe, when I stashed them in a Sunday school room and it turned out they weren’t.

As the summer wore on, I began to experience extreme feelings of horniness. This was due to school being out and not seeing Mr. Boyd and Thad Jenkins, our assistant minister, was finally given a church of his own. Go Thad! But it was too far away for me to visit.

I still didn’t have a boyfriend; certainly not because I hadn’t been asked. Practically every boy I knew had asked me to be his girlfriend. Boys have a tendency to want to have a girlfriend, who enjoys stripping herself stark naked all the time. But I hadn’t met anyone yet, who had made my heart go pitty-pat much less any other part of my body.

The boy, who I had seen on that one ill-fated Sunday that Mrs. Bulldyke, or whatever her name was, caught me flashing suddenly reappeared one Sunday morning late in June. I was determined this time to meet him.

Again during the closing prayer, I looked up and saw him looking directly at me. This time I made damn sure no one was watching us and then I did something I had never risked before and, to this day, I still can’t believe I did it.

I reached down to the hem of my choir robe and pulled it completely off my body. I was standing in church during a service stark naked! I didn’t even have shoes on. Then I ran my finger slightly along my pussy lips.. He appeared stunned for a second and then was grinning broadly at me and waved. I quickly slipped the robe back on with no one being the wiser.

After the service, I observed him attempting to make his way toward the choir. He finally was able to push his way through the crowd of well wishers and family members and reach me.

“Hi, my name is Frank – Frank Stein,” the young man introduced himself. He stood somewhat taller than me, but was not a giant by any means. He had longish wavy dark hair, brown eyes and one of the cutest smiles I had ever seen.

“I’m,” I began, but then he interrupted.

“I know who you are,” he informed me. Frank went on to explain that he had asked around the last time he had seen me and discovered who I was, but couldn’t find out anything else, such as where I lived, etc.

“I’m flattered,” I replied shyly, acting as though me showing him my totally nude body had nothing to do with it.

“Hey, Sara!” The discordant voice of Audrey the young woman, who sat next to me in choir jarringly interrupted our conversation.

“What, Aud-rey,” I said with a long sigh indicating to her that I was plenty put out by her interrupting us, but that I would deal with it.

“The choir director said we needed to turn in our choir robes immediately, so they can be gathered for dry cleaning. You wanna give me yours now?”

“No!” I shouted, drawing attention from several people. “No,” I reiterated in a lower tone. “I’ll give mine over in a minute.”

Audrey stuck her tongue out at me and replied, “Geez! Some people! You try to help them and they throw up all over you.”

Audrey turned her back to Frank and I. I could just see myself acceding to her request and handing over my choir robe to her. Man, that would have been something! Since I wasn’t ready for a public stripping of that magnitude, I suggested to Frank that he come along with me, while I retrieved my outfit in order to turn in the robe.

Of course he dutifully agreed and traipsed after me downstairs to the classrooms. Once inside the correct room I went straight over to where I had left my clothes. And they weren’t there!

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “My clothes are gone.”

Frank wandered over to where I was standing. “Are you sure?” he asked, peering around owlishly.

“What’d you mean – am I sure?” I responded angrily. “Of course I’m sure! I left them right there. Do you see any clothes?”

Frank shook his head silently. Just then Audrey’s unpleasant drone cut the tension in the room. “Hey, Sara! Are you in there? I have to get that robe. Hey, why’d you have the door locked?”

Now I was between a rock and a hard place. My clothes were missing, they wanted the choir robe and Audrey was attempting to get in the room. I had no choice at this point, but to hand my choir robe out to Audrey through the cracked door.

As I handed it out to her, making sure to keep the door closed enough so she couldn’t see anything, I explained, “I have the door locked because I’m in my underwear.”

“Oh yeah,” Audrey replied sarcastically. “Hehe, you don’t wear underwear, Sara. You’re probably naked in there.”

I was beginning to realize that my sexual proclivities were becoming too well known. I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Audrey’s high heels clicking away down the hallway.

Turning to Frank, whose mouth was completely agape at the sight of me standing next to him stark naked. I was blushing furiously. I know, you gonna say why, that I was just standing in front of him nude out in the church.

Well, that was completely different. He was a lot further away from me and we were in a room full of people. Now it was just me and him and he was standing right next to me as I was completely nude and I didn’t have on stitch of clothing to put on. And I had just met him!

I noticed immediately that he either had an erection or a mouse in his pants. So I reached down there and felt around. Sure enough, it was an erection and it was getting larger. I pulled his zipper down and reached in and released it. I gave it several yanks and he suddenly went off like a sky rocket!

“Oh Sara!” he exclaimed.

I pulled his handkerchief out of his suit pocket and handed it to him. “Here, clean yourself up and then stash that.”

I realized I was being abrupt, but I had some things I needed him to do and there wasn’t much time. After Frank had completed his task, I explained to him. “I need you to go down to the janitor’s closet and bring me back some rope. And hurry!”

I’ll say this for him. He obtained that rope about as quickly as he had his orgasm. Then I instructed him to find Audrey and bring her back to me and don’t let anybody see him. You see, I had figured out who had taken my clothes. It suddenly occurred to me whose perfume I had smelled in the corner of the room when I went to search out my clothes.

A few minutes later, Frank knocked gently on the door and I allowed him and Audrey to enter. Her eyes became as large as saucers, when she obtained a good look at my total nakedness.

“Sara! Whatever are you doing and where are your clothes?”

“I think you know where my clothes are, Audrey,” I accused.

“Now how would I know that?” the girl inquired suddenly appearing quite malicious.

“Give it up, Audrey,” I retorted. “I smelled your perfume over there where my clothes had been. Now I want them back this instant!” I demanded taking a step closer to her.

“Well, you’re right, I did take them,” the girl whined. “But I can’t give them back because I destroyed them!”

I reached out and grabbed her by the right upper arm and shook her as I exclaimed, “You’d better be kidding, Audrey.”

“Well, I’m not,” Audrey replied in a ‘what are you going to do now’ tone.

“Then I’ll just have to take yours,” I retorted grinning evilly at her.

“What!” the girl screeched.

“Grab her,” I ordered Frank, as I looked around for something to gag her with.

Spotting his cum rag, I jammed that into her whiny, obnoxious, screeching wide-open mouth! Mwahaha!

While Frank held Audrey in a vise like grip, I quickly denuded the young woman. I even took her underwear off, even though I didn’t want it for myself. Man, you should have seen her blush.

It turned out that, beneath all that staid clothing Audrey wore, she was actually quite attractive as is often the case with young women, who for some reason or other don’t feel they are pretty and hide their beauty under a bushel. She had long light red hair, a cute face peppered with freckles, pert little breasts with large nipples and a big red-haired muff.

I handed the rope to Frank, who quickly hamstrung her by tying her wrists together behind her back and then tying her ankles together and then joining her wrists to her ankles via the long rope. I checked the ropes to assure they were secure and then complimented Frank on a good job. He was a natural. Good thing we weren’t interested in serial killing, we’d have made a good team. Haha!

Upon my encouragement, Frank set Audrey up against the back wall so she could watch if she so chose.

“Take your clothes off,” I ordered Frank.

He stripped completely down to the buff in no time. I had been right. He was fine looking with good body definition, a narrow waist, long legs and a big prick. I cast a quick glance at Audrey, who had been assiduously studying Frank’s nude form and only turned her head when she noticed me looking at her. I giggled softly to myself thinking that I was getting ready to really give her something to stare at.

I sank to my knees and placed his penis in my mouth and quickly sucked on it ‘til it reached its full length. I swear I heard Audrey moaning lowly to herself. I bet she hadn’t seen many erections, if any.

After laying myself down directly in front of the blushing young woman, I directed, “Come on, Frank, hop aboard! We haven’t got all day, you know.”

The young man quickly dropped to his knees in front of me and leaned over and began to suckle my nipples. God, that felt especially good considering the circumstances with being in the Sunday school room and having Audrey watching us. She hadn’t been able to even tear her gaze away for a few seconds.

As Frank was busy sucking on my aureoles, I stroked his elongated sexual organ until unbelievably it grew even lengthier. My labia was wide open in invitation and I was already dripping wet just from having Audrey witnessing our love making. I am twisted, I know that.

I guided his seven-inch tool into my wide-open pussy and whispered to him to get on with it. Frank began literally pounding into my body. I guess he wasn’t kidding around anymore. Man, I couldn’t remember when I had felt so good, but I realized I was extra horny due to not having much sex all summer.

I glanced up at Audrey and it appeared to me as if our sexual interaction was really getting to the young woman, but she was unable to effect anything herself because of being tied. She still appeared to be attempting to move her legs up and down having them tied at the ankles in an effort to rub her pussy lips together. Haha! I almost felt sorry for the poor hypocrite – almost!

When Frank continued to pound his seven-inch erection into my labia, I suddenly began to orgasm. I came and came and came and came; in other words, I came a lot. I crossed my legs in a vise like grip on the young man’s hardened penis and he could barely move it and the feelings must have been out of this world for him as he shouted, “Oh sweet Jesus!” as he shot his torrent of hot sperm into me.

I thought his crying out for Jesus was highly appropriate since we were in church at the time. After that he collapsed beside me and we lay and cuddled for a few moments, before I advised him we’d better be on our way before someone came to investigate where Audrey might have disappeared to.

We dressed hurriedly and then we untied our would be voyeur. I had decided it was much crueler to allow Audrey the run of the church completely naked than to leave her tied up and have her family or friends find her, which would probably elicit their sympathy. This way Audrey really couldn’t say anything about me without incriminating herself. She had tears running down her face as she pleaded with me to at least leave her the bra and panties to wear.

I laughed in her face. I retorted, “You were going to leave me without any clothes, so deal with it bitch!”

I took Frank by the hand, strolled out of the church and never looked back. I never did really hear what happened to Audrey after we left. I think she had to be hospitalized for awhile because of a nervous breakdown and then once she did return to the choir she sat way over on the other side away from me. But I never did have any more trouble out of her.

The End


Tomorrow was a new day indeed, a very chaotic one, but not for the sleepy Monkey King who was huddled up in a nest of sheets and pillows.

----In an unknown location

"UGH! How much I want to crush that monkey's skull! He got away again! We lost like fools!" Spider Queen was furious as she trashed the new hideout spot, her henchmen far from her violent outburst. Macaque just stared silently tucked in a dark corner with his shadows.

"On the contrary my Queen, we managed to find our needed artifact while the enemy was distracted. And it also seems like one of your henchmen managed to contain the Great Sage's magic in a container. The knowledge this investigation could provide us could define our victory." A soft voice emerged from the shadows, coming near the Queen unhinged by her fury. Macaque’s fur stood up as he remained far away from the demoness yet he remained with a sharp look.

"You sure you aren't playing any tricks?! Cause you promised my destiny!" The Queen pointed at the girl, her voice full with venom and she showed her fangs in a hiss.

"And you will fulfill your destiny when the time comes, but one must first push towards it." LBD answered as her eyes went towards Syntax, the Queen followed with her gaze.

"Syntax! Give me a status on that ape's magic we took!" she hovered threateningly over the scientist who took a step back.

"My Queen, I need more time and the proper equipment to analyze the data. The only information I have is that the monkey's magic seems to be fluctuating abnormally."

"That's not enough info!"

"I would need the proper equipment as my last one was incinerated." Syntax explained, also pissed off that his precious data went to waste.

"How long till you build a new one?" Spider Queen wondered as she brushed her hair straight in an attempt to keep her composure.

"Perhaps a month-"

"A month?!"

"-if we move quickly to find the pieces." and that composure would have been lost again if it weren’t for the intervention of LBD.

"No need to alarm my Queen, while your scientist does his project we could continue with the extraction of the artifacts we miss." her voice, clear as day yet as smooth as a whisper. The Queen took a fine breath, she had no choice but to follow with that girl’s advice.

"Fine, Huntsman! Strong Spider! Find the materials Syntax needs!.” Spider Queen yelled before facing LBD, “And you girl, we will find the position of the next artifact.”

---------Back at Red Son's medical bay

When Sun Wukong opened his eyes with the sound of a curtain moving, he was surprised by the amount of sunlight that came from the window. He groaned as he turned over in an attempt to keep sleeping, the sheets felt the right amount of comfy and warm. But just when he was finally dozing off again a beeping sound went off. That was the last straw.

“Okay okay! I’m up. Turn that thing off.” his voice croaking and his orange fur sticking out in random directions all messed up.

"Sleeping beauty finally woke up." joked Red Son as he made some quick examinations on him, fixing his medical bracelet.

Monkey King glanced at the clock.

1pm. Damn.

Wukong scratched his neck as he rolled his eyes comically. "Try it when you are hungry as heck but gag at everything. Haven’t had a good meal since the attack."

Red Son’s eyes opened like plates. "Wait! You haven't eaten any food since the attack?!"

Wukong winced at the sudden shouting as he waved it off, "Relax kiddo, of course I have, I had tea after waking up, oh! and a mango at like midnight or something."

"This doesn't suffice the nutrition you need!" Red Son replied as his hair bursted in flames.

"Well it's not like I want to starve! Your mom is a witness of that. Oh yeah, quick note, your mom knows about my-..situation." Wukong said as he played with his tail and avoided the fire demon’s eyes.

"Not surprised, my mother has a witted mind. Now that she knows you could seek her knowledge and experience on the topic." Red Son’s mouth turned into a proud smirk as he spoke, his hair no longer avid flames.

"Yeah." was all that the monkey replied as he remembered the conversation he had with PIF last night. "Where is she?"

Red Son frowned, "First you eat, then I will tell you."

Sun Wukong chuckled, "Okay kiddo, I'll let you have this one."

----

The hallways of DBK’s castle were surprisingly not as deadly as MK told him when he and the others ended up there.

Maybe because Red Son deactivated the traps, he will have to ask him when he returns from visiting MK and Mei at Pigsy's restaurant, to keep them at bay.

Sun Wukong took the liberty to wander off, his tummy happy after having a fulfilling breakfast. It turns out that he can eat many types of food, he just has a strong dislike for food that he was already very familiar with like peaches and Pigsy’s noodles which was both a blessing and a curse. And all that was for now, who knows if it’ll change or not? Luckily he just needed to watch out for those foods and take his vitamins for the meantime.

After going through a couple more hallways Sun Wukong had finally found the training pitch, where the flame boy told him his mother was.

He took a peek inside and saw PIF who was polishing her weapon. She seemed calm and not busy, perhaps he could talk to her a bit more, she did say her doors would always be open for him right?

Sun Wukong was about to enter the room but doubt suddenly invaded his mind, maybe it was too soon? He began reconsidering his choices as he took a step back.

He felt a small wind and just as he turned he saw her, PIF face to face with him, weapon at his throat.

-------- Pigsy's noodle shop

MK was beaming at Red Son when he visited the shop. As soon as he entered the shop he ran straight for a hug, crushing a very flustered flame boy.

"M-MK! Unhand me this instant!" Red Son cried, red as tomatoes, giving a fake cough to regain composure just as MK released him

"Sorry! I'm just happy to see you Red." MK replied as he gave him a quick peck to his cheek. Red Son's heart skipped a beat but he quickly returned the gesture, thinking of it as some weird human couple custom that he was giving his best to reciprocate in order to show his devotion for MK. Stuff like this he could do, hugs were still a work in progress.

"Hey! Leave all that sappy stuff at the door! This is a restaurant!" Pigsy yelled from the kitchen to the couple.

"Awwww how could you say that?! They look so cute!" Mei awed with her phone already taking dozens of photos.

"Delete those dragon girl!"

"Call me Mei first and try again!" Mei replied as she pulled out her tongue.

"MK!"

"She does have a point, Red." MK laughed as she signaled discretely towards Mei to send him those photos later. "By the way, why are you visiting? Aren't you taking care of Monkey King? He's sick!" MK continued, quickly escalating before Red shushed him.

"I know MK. I came here to give you all a status of him, to ease all your worries." Now that got the attention of Tang, Pigsy and Mei; Sandy was back at his ship.

 "Oh! How's he doing?" Tang wondered after a bite of noodles.

"He is doing okay, he will be taking a couple of weeks off to rest, just to be sure." Explained Red Son, now more comfortable with letting MK lean on him as he stroked his hair.

"Can we visit him?" Mei asked

"Sure, starting tomorrow, just send me a notice so I can get you there with my flames, I know my place is quite far."

"And if you're here, how do you keep track of him? You know, if there's an emergency?"

"Simple, he has a medical bracelet that detects any abnormal vitals and sends me an alert on my phone."

"Oh! Like that one that says abnormal adrenaline spike?" Mei said as she pointed out a notification on Red Son's phone screen.

"Yes just like- WHAT??! I need to leave" Red Son exclaimed in a hurried manner, ready to use his flames as he let go of MK.

"Wait! We'll come as well!" Said Tang with eyes full of concern, Pigsy following behind.

"I can't teleport everyone! Max two!" Explained Red Son.

"Then Mei and me!" Replied MK as both stood in front of him, faces full with determination, there was no way of telling them no.

"Okay fine, let's just hurry!" Red Son said as he grabbed both of their hands and quickly summoned his flames, teleporting them back at the medical bay at his place.

------- Red Son's place

Sun Wukong felt a small wind and just as he turned he saw her, PIF face to face with him, weapon at his throat.

Fortunately, after seeing his face PIF quickly backed off, retrieving her metal fan.

"Woah woah! Relax PIF, just good old Monkey King." Sun Wukong laughed nervously as he stood in defense, arms protecting his middle.

PIF made a small bow with her head, "Apologies, old habits. Let me compensate for my rudeness, how can I help you?" her voice being firm but open.

"I just came to seek your precious knowledge on inmortal pregnancy.” Sun Wukong joked as he made a grand gesture with his arms. “Also your son said I could.” He added with a nervous smile, “I hope that’s okay."

PIF eyes slightly opened as he gestured towards a near seat. “Oh, will you continue the gestation?”

Sun Wukong followed her, his tail twitching from one side to the other as he scratched his ear, “Uh, maybe?... Should I?”

PIF took a seat next to the monkey, setting her weapon aside.“I can’t decide for you. You must decide or you could discuss it with your partner."

"I know."Wukong let out a heavy sigh as he took a seat on a softest spot.

"Speaking of partners, where are they?” PIF wondered as Wukong felt as his heart was pinched with a needle.

“Take a guess, princess.” The monkey gritted his teeth in a forced smile, trying to give the hint that he wanted to just save himself from the embarrassment of a confession yet PIF gave him a confused look clearly unamused.

Of course she needed direct answers, Wukong cursed to his insides. “It’s Macaque.” he spat out as if his name was vinegar.

PIF hummed at the answer as she closed her gaze, “The six-eared monkey. I thought you were enemies.”

Monkey King let out an annoyed sigh as he played with the cushion, “Long story.”

"Care to share?"

"Not really, maybe another day." he replied, avoiding her eyes.

PIF tone subtly changed, "He didn't-?"

Wukong interrupted her, just like he did with his son before, why was everyone coming up with that conclusion? "All consensual. I just don't want to talk about it."

PIF’s features relaxed slightly as she resumed her polishing of her fan. “That's okay. What’s his opinion on the matter?”

All PIF received was a crooked smile from the monkey, “He doesn’t know, heck I didn't even know!” He said as the realization hit him.

"I see."

"Yeah."

Both stayed for a moment in silence, neither knowing how to continue the conversation until PIF spoke once again.

“Do you want him to know?”

Wukong's heart skipped a bit and his breath shortened, “Maybe?"

"Why maybe?" PIF was confused, she wasn’t very used to indecisiveness, where she came from every decision was taken with determination and assertiveness, very common amongst demons at her times.

Wukong's eyes suddenly flashed doubt as he hugged himself with his arms and tail, "I don't know." the words slowly dragged out of him.

"What's the impediment?" PIF replied a bit more firmly.

Sun Wukong quickly stood up in front of PIF, an unbelievable look on his face as he extended his arms, "Many!"

"Well, then don't." PIF answered as if it was the most logical answer.

Wukong stuttered as he paced near PIF, his tail frantically fidgeting, "That doesn't sound right either."

"Then just pick the best one."

“It’s not that easy!” Wukong’s breath quickened its pace with his heart, the lights were suddenly too annoying.

“How do you know if you don’t choose?” PIF pushed and that touched just the right nerve.

Sun Wukong turned abruptly at her, his fur all stood up, "That 's the thing!I don’t know and it sucks! Choosing sucks!"

PIF opened her eyes in slight surprise as she put her weapon away, "Sun Wukong-"

Wukong grabbed his tail and squeezed it hard as he stared at PIF, eyes slightly bright, "I know it will all be over if I just terminate but a part of me wonders the other route, I don’t know, maybe being a parent? It’s not like I never want to be a parent, it just never crossed my mind that this could happen. What if I don’t ever get a chance like this, of having a kid on my own? And if I decide to have them then what?! Do I raise them on my own? Will I even tell Macaque?! What if he tries to hurt them? What if it’s selfish of me to want children because it puts them at risk of every enemy I have? I DON’T KNOW!”

PIF stayed silent, listening, which helped Sun Wukong ground himself as he realized what he just did. He flopped down at his seat, defeated; he covered his face with his hands,“This sucks.” As those words left his mouth he felt the warmness of a hand caressing his back and that’s when he looked back at PIF, now taking deep breaths, “I’m sorry.”

PIF nooded, “Don’t need to, I’m sorry if I crossed a line.”

Wukong shook his head, “Don’t be, you were just telling the truth. You have done nothing but help me despite our history.”

PIF frowned as she kept caressing his back, “And I will continue to aid you, history has been settled. You mentioned before wanting to know about inmortal pregnancy from my experience. We could start with that if that helps.” She offered to a now calmer monkey.

Sun Wukong let out a big breath fixing his fur,“Yeah, thank you.”

Just as he said that MK, Red Son and Mei bursted through the door and rushed towards them surrounding the monkey.

MK was the first to speak, his eyes teary, "OMG! Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Red Son followed concerned, "I received an alert telling me you were experiencing an abnormal level of adrenaline. Couldn't stop them from following me."

Mei just smiled, "Who do I have to murder?"

Sun Wukong was too perplexed to say anything at all, still recovering from his conversation with PIF when said princess stood up and raised her hand for silence. "No need to worry young, Sun Wukong and his unborn are just fine."

Sun Wukong suddenly felt as if time slowed down, feeling all eyes in the room pierce his soul.

Wait.

"WHAAAAA-?????!!!"


The sun was just rising when Sakura eventually showed up, running as fast as she could into the Nara Forest. Itachi was waiting at the base of a large, gnarled oak tree. She stopped when she reached him, panting.

"You're late, Sakura." Itachi said coldly.

"Sorry, sensei! My mum woke up when I snuck out of bed; I had to wait for her to fall asleep." Sakura explained.

Itachi grunted in acceptance of her excuse and jerked his head towards the tree behind him, "Can you climb this?"

Sakura's large eyes scanned the tree's bulk. She looked down at herself. "No, sensei. I'm too small."

"Wrong," Itachi said, "Size doesn't account for anything in the ninja world. Tell me, can you pump chakra to your feet?"

"Yes." Sakura said without hesitation.

"Do it. Put one foot on the tree like this," He demonstrated, "And walk up."

"Aren't you going to show me how?" Sakura asked, confused.

"I've told you what to do. You don't need me to hold your hand and help you climb a tree. Do it."

Sakura frowned, intelligent eyes measuring the tree's width and length. She looked at her tiny feet.

She concentrated, pushing all of her chakra down to her feet. They throbbed in response to the sudden chakra overload.

"Well done." Itachi said with a slight smile. Sakura had caught on quicker than he expected, "Now climb."

Her foot looked silly when she placed it on the tree, but she followed through, picturing her feet sticking to the bark with her chakra. The transition from ground to tree happened smoothly. Sakura simply walked up the tree.

Itachi's smile grew.

"Like this?" She asked, turning around to face Itachi, both feet firmly glued to the tree.

"Yes. You learn quickly. Keep it up." Itachi frowned suddenly, "I wonder… what subjects are you best at in your school?"

"Genjutsu and academic." Sakura said, "My chakra control is good and I'm the best in my class when it comes to learning."

"Better than that Sasuke boy you talked about before?" Itachi asked carefully.

"I guess." Sakura shrugged.

"Right. Sakura. I need you to do something for me. I need you to talk to a woman named Yuhi Kurenai. She's a genjutsu expert. I believe she was promoted to jounin recently. Ask her to tutor you in genjustu. I can help you learn how to dispel genjutsu, but the type of genjutsu I use is too difficult for you to learn at the moment." Itachi said. Kurenai had been a chuunin when he knew her, but he had always admired her genjutsu capabilities. Sakura could learn well from her.

"OK." Sakura nodded obediently.

"I will focus on improving your stamina and your taijutsu. How are you in one-to-one combat?"

Sakura blushed. "Bad. Very bad."

"I see. Then we will begin with the basics." Itachi said leniently.

Sakura looked relieved.

"Hit me." Itachi said.

"Sensei?" Sakura said, puzzled.

Itachi did not repeat himself.

Sakura set her face in a determined frown and charged.

She was on the floor in seconds.

Itachi had barely moved, and yet she was sprawled on the ground.

Sakura fought the urge to cry when her wounds began to sting.

"Good." Itachi said tonelessly.

She pushed herself up off the ground, determined not to give up. If she became a strong ninja, Sasuke would like her. That was what she had promised herself.

Even at six years old, Sakura's stamina was awful. A few minutes of sparring had her panting for breath.

"Stop." Itachi finally commanded.

Sakura lurched to a halt.

"Sakura, is there anything that drives you to fight?" Itachi asked. Without something to aim for, Sakura would never really reach her full potential. Itachi himself had nothing driving him to fight. He hated every battle and hoped it would be over as quickly as possible. His pacifist nature made it almost impossible to be a ninja.

"Sasuke-kun." Sakura whispered, wiping her face.

Itachi closed his eyes. He rarely lost his composure, but seeing this girl care so much about his poor little brother was… emotive. There was one thing Itachi used to drive himself. It seemed as though he and Sakura had something in common.

"And why do you like him so much?" Itachi asked.

"He is alone, like me." Sakura said, almost as though she was talking to herself. Her smile was wistful, "I don't have any friends, and he doesn't want any. So we're always alone at playtime. That's... that's why I noticed him."

Itachi's stomach clenched.

"Picture his face when you fight. Pretend you are fighting each battle to protect him." Itachi said.

Sakura nodded, her little face grim.

Itachi smiled. He knew what would get Sakura fired up to fight.

He cast a genjutsu, a weak illusory technique that any genin could see through.

Suddenly, Sasuke tottered up to them. He was covered with cuts and bruises, his face desperate with fear.

"Sakura-chan!" Sasuke cried, staggering, "Please – please help me!"

Sakura gritted her teeth.

She raised her hands, "Kai!" She shouted.

Itachi blinked, taken aback. Sakura had seen through his technique and had repelled it.

Sakura's face screwed up in effort, her eyebrows drawing sharply together, her jaw clenched.

Itachi's sharp eyes caught sight of the illusion flickering into place.

Sakura was attempting to recreate the jutsu Itachi had used against her, from memory, from scratch, having never done it before. At six years old. Perhaps Itachi truly had stumbled upon another genius.

Sasuke flickered into view, a perfect mirror image of the illusion Itachi had created. Itachi stared at the bleeding, desperate vision of his little brother, and broke the genjutsu abruptly.

Sakura panted and fell, exhausted. Itachi caught her easily.

"I didn't tell you to repel my jutsu, or to recreate it." Itachi said sternly, "But, well done. Who taught you how to do that?"

She looked up at him with a wide, smug grin, "I did. I read a book and it showed you how to do it."

So, she was self-taught. The sooner she went to go see Yuhi the better. Her genjutsu skills could be even more advanced than he had suspected.

"A girl spoke to me today." Sakura said suddenly, beaming.

"What?" Itachi frowned. What had that got to do with anything?

"She said I shouldn't hide my forehead with my fringe. She said I should show it off. Then I wouldn't be bullied anymore."

What awful advice, Itachi thought to himself. Sakura's forehead was average-sized, but showing it off would just give the bullies more material to mock Sakura with.

"Talk to Yuhi, Sakura. She'll help you." Itachi said wearily. He wasn't the person to go to when you had emotional problems. He was a missing nin, and he had never been the most social of thirteen year olds, even before the massacre. He only knew how to repress and hide emotion.

"OK! Um, sensei… is it alright if I tell my mummy where I go when I come to train with you? She'll get worried if I don't…" Sakura mumbled.

"No," Itachi said sharply. Sakura may not see him for the murderer he is but her mother certainly would, "Tell her you are with a friend."

Sakura peeked up at him through the pink strands of hair covering her eyes and said shyly, "Are you my friend, sensei?"

Itachi felt amused. How wonderful it would be, to be thirteen and to have friends... How amazing to be a genin, going on missions with friends, coming home to a welcoming family, not living on the run, bearing the burden of your village's hatred.

"I'm your teacher, Sakura. I'm just here to help you." Itachi said, ignoring the melancholic tone colouring his words. He felt the loneliness then all too keenly – the knowledge that his new home was a hideout for criminals and his new family were monsters.

Sakura mulled that over for a while and then looked up, her eyes bright and intelligent, "Why are you teaching me, sensei?"

To keep you alive and give Sasuke some of the happiness I robbed from him, Itachi thought.

"I sensed that you had potential, Sakura. I didn't want to see it going to waste." Itachi said. It wasn't exactly a lie, though he hadn't truly noticed her potential until she reversed his genjutsu.

It made Sakura smile unreservedly, chirping, "thank you, sensei!"

Itachi looked at the sun with a calculating eye, "You should be able to find Yuhi now. She'll most likely be on a mission, but you should still ask around the village for her."

"OK!" Sakura agreed brightly.

She set off at a run and then hesitated. She turned back and hugged Itachi quickly around the waist. Itachi froze.

"Thank you for believing in me, sensei." Sakura said quietly. She released him and ran off.

Itachi breathed out sharply when she left. She reminded him of Sasuke so much… her fawning adoration, her easy displays of affection, her wide, proud grins…

He climbed a tree easily and sat down on a thick branch, wiping away the excess leaves and moss. It was dangerous, visiting Konoha so much, but how could he stop? He could just ensure that Sakura had enough skill to defend herself, and then he would be back to full concentration, able to do his duty to his village.

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Sakura ran through the village. She stood out from the crowd with her pink hair and the many cuts and bruises adorning her skin. She didn't care about the pain that running brought her. She had a sensei! Her very own sensei!

She skidded and came to a halt when she saw a few jounin hanging around the ramen shop.

"Excuse me, please, is there, do you know…" Sakura stammered, mixing up her words. There were three jounin and they were all staring at her.

"What is it, young one? Are you lost? Are you in need of assistance from Konoha's Sublime Green Beast of Prey?" A very large man in green boomed at her, his eyebrows alarmingly large and his teeth abnormally shiny.

Sakura shrank away from him in fear.

"You're scaring the poor girl, Gai." The single woman amongst the three of them scolded. She was very beautiful, her dark hair fell in waves and her eyes were piercingly red.

"What's up?" The last man asked. His face was covered by a dark mask and his hair was silver, like an old man, despite his voice's obvious youth.

"I… I… Do you know where Yuhi Kurenai-san is?" Sakura managed to say despite her embarrassment from having grown-ups stare at her.

The two men looked at the woman they were with.

"That's me," Kurenai said seriously, "Did someone have a message for me?"

"P-Please train me in genjutsu!" Sakura cried out.

Kurenai blinked, "What? I'm not a sensei yet. I can't train you."

"But… but you're the best in the village." Sakura said, despairing. If she returned to her sensei without Kurenai's training, would he be disappointed in her?

"Who said that?" Kurenai asked sharply.

The masked man scratched his head, puzzled.

"Everyone says it." Sakura said, lying smoothly. Her sensei may not approve of using such underhand tactics in order to secure Kurenai's help, but it was all Sakura could do. Especially when the large green man with the eyebrows kept grinning at her.

"They do?" Kurenai's eyebrows shot up. She looked as though she was trying to suppress her pleasure at the compliment.

The masked man coughed, "It doesn't matter how good your teacher is, kid. You're only what, five, six? Genjutsu is complicated. You have to have excellent chakra control and high intelligence."

"That's true. I'm sorry, I'd teach you if you could – " Kurenai began to say before she was interrupted.

Sakura's hands formed the seal she had watched her sensei make.

The masked man pulled down his mask slightly, revealing both eyes. One of them was scarred, and blood red.

A clone of Kurenai walked over to them, mimicking the posture of the jounin. She was a perfect copy of the real thing, only a slight waver in her appearance where Sakura had not quite got her eyes right.

"Wow." Kurenai said, eyes wide. She put her hand out to touch her clone. Her hand when through it, "It's not a clone, just an illusion. But a clever one! Who on earth taught you that?"

The pupil in the masked man's red eye began to spin around as he stared at Sakura.

"I read it in a book!" Sakura said defensively.

"You taught yourself how to project perfect illusions?" Kurenai said flatly, "At your age?"

Sakura nodded firmly.

"Well, I admire your resolve, seeking genjutsu training at such a young age. I might be able to pass on some techniques to you."

"Really?" Sakura said, beaming.

"I'll be hard." Kurenai warned.

"I don't mind!" Sakura said sincerely.

"I think she can handle it." The masked man said, his red eye still focused on Sakura's face suspiciously.

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Sakura was returning to the Nara forest to see her sensei when something caught her eye.

Sasuke was walking down the street, alone. He never seemed to want company. Sakura could remember when they had both been younger, seeing Sasuke with his friends. He smiled back then, and laughed openly. Now, he ignored his old friends and never smiled at all. It made her feel sad. Sakura did not like being sad, it was like when her tummy hurt, but it would not go away, not even when her mummy made her soup or rubbed her stomach for her. Sasuke did not look as though he had anyone to make him soup or even care when he was sad.

She allowed herself a second to watch his progress. He looked tired and beaten down.

"Sa-sasuke-kun!" She called out, jumping in front of him.

He froze. She smiled encouragingly at him. He glared at her, "What do you want?" He spat.

Her smile wavered slightly, "I made you something, Sasuke-kun!" She pulled out the bento and offered it to him. She had seen Maiko-chan share her bento with Kenji-kun, once, though he had not liked it very much. She hoped Sasuke would like hers.

He barely glanced at it. He walked around her, ignoring the outstretched bento.

"Sasuke-kun…" She mumbled, "I- I made you –"

"I heard you before." He said coldly, "Why did you make me a bento?"

She blushed, "Because, because I love you, Sasuke-kun!"

"You don't even know me." Sasuke said harshly.

Sakura lowered the bento. Her tummy ached.

He walked off, hands in his pockets.

Sakura was left standing alone in the street, clutching the bento.

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Itachi sat in the tree, contemplating his burden. He had killed his own family in the name of a village that despised him. He had to sneak into the village these days. He wondered, yet again, if he had made the right choice. He had left Sasuke alone with no family. Sakura was his last chance to make things right.

He heard a rustle in the bushes to his left and he had a kunai in his hand before he knew it.

But it was only Sakura, pushing her way noisily through the bushes. Itachi made a note to teach her about stealth.

He dropped down from the tree.

Sakura was wearing a new red bow, tying back her hair and revealing her forehead. It was obvious she had been crying, her eyes were red and sore-looking.

"Did she teach you?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Sakura nodded, "She said I have a natural aptitude for genjutsu and I'm very smart."

"Good. Why have you been crying?"

Sakura rubbed at her face with a scowl.

"I made Sasuke a bento. But he didn't want it! I told him I love him and he said I didn't even know him. I don't like him anymore." Sakura said childishly.

Itachi sighed. Sasuke would never have rebuffed a girl so bluntly before. He had witnessed his behaviour with girls in his class, he was meek and overly polite, most of the time. Either he really did not like Sakura, or he had simply changed since Itachi last knew him. He suspected the latter.

Sakura gave a great big sniff, eyes tearing up again.

Itachi shook his head.

"I'll build up your stamina and your strength. I don't live in this village, so don't expect me to be here whenever. I will summon a crow and have it come to your window when I am in the village. When that happens, come to this forest. I will continue to train you." He said. Sakura might not be able to offer Sasuke love, but if she stayed alive, Itachi was certain she would affect Sasuke for the better.

After knowing Sakura for such a short time, he did not want to return to Konoha and find only a grave, a sad relic to mark a wasted life. He had seen too many children die.

He would train this little girl and keep her alive, his own quiet kind of repentance for the deaths he had caused.


Jaskier wasn’t much of a hunter. He had managed to scrape up enough to keep himself alive, from age seven until he showed up on the doorstep of Oxenfurt, and during the winter months when Geralt disappeared to his mysterious hidden witcher whose location no outsider could ever know, but in general, he preferred to pay to have other people do that for him.

But Villentretenmerth refused to leave the cave for even a second, so hunting duties were split between Jaskier, Teá, and Veá.

Jaskier was the worst at it.

And every other traitor in the cave thought that was just hilarious.

<If you keep laughing at me like this, your hatchling is going to come out a bully,> he said. Teá snorted as she skinned the tahr. The stringy, wimpy looking tahr.

<Yes, thank you for your wisdom, Elder Julialfrepankratz,> Villen said.

<Jaskier, please.>

<Is that not your human alias?>

<No, Julian Alfred Pankratz is my human alias. Jaskier is my name, just… translated. A concept I’m sure you’re familiar with, Mr. Three Jackdaws,> he said. <Say, where’d you get the name Borch from? Did you just pick it at random?>

<A long time ago, a human named Borch was kind to me. He saved my life and allowed me to recover in his home for the winter. I carry his name to honor him.>

“Borch was Zerrikanian,” Veá said proudly.

<Yes, he was,> Villen said. <A credit to his people. He went on to become one of the very first priests at the dragon temples.>

<Ah. You know, I’ve never been to the dragon temples? I keep telling myself I’m gonna go someday but Geralt never has a reason to travel there. Almost no monster problems at all in Zerrikania.>

“We are protected,” Teá said.

<Yeah,> Jaskier said. <Who knows? Maybe I will go down there after this. Once the baby is settled.>

<A fine idea,> Villen said. <Zerrikania is a beautiful land. Warm and away from the dangers of human society.>

“If I might ask, where are you from, Jaskier?” Veá asked.

<The Kestrel Mountains. Mine is Lettenhove. Though, really, it’s not actually mine, per se. I’m living out of my parents’ old cave. I’d go find my own, it’s just, there’s not much point, is there? It would take a lot of effort to transport their old hoard. And I’m young, I’m not even thinking about courting. I just don’t need a cave of my own, really.>

<There is no shame in waiting,> Villen said kindly. <As you said, a young hatchling such as yourself has no need of a cave yet. Better to wait and find the right one than hurry into the first hole in the rock you stumble across.>

<I’m not a hatchling, old man.>

He huffed. <You’re a hatchling, alright.>

This was the most over-protected egg in the history of eggs.

Well, it wasn’t, Jaskier knew some dragons were full-on paranoid, but still. Since Villentretenmerth literally never left the cave himself, he instead politely asked Jaskier to run a full sweep of the mountainside three times a day in his stead. Veá and Teá also ran patrols (separately from Jaskier, so there were more patrols per day) at dawn, mid-morning, mid-afternoon, and dusk.

Villentretenmerth, it turned out, was yet another terrifyingly powerful gigantic softie. The egg couldn’t be moved from its place by its mother’s dead body, but it needed to be kept warm, so Villen would often lay along it’s other side or blow a small stream of fire onto it.

Whenever the old man did step away for a few brief moments, Jaskier immediately took his place.

“Her current is pulling you closerAnd charging the hot, humid nightThe red sky at dawn is giving a warning, you foolBetter stay out of sightI’m weak my love, and I am wantingIf this is the path I must trudgeI welcome my sentenceGive to you my penanceGarrotter, jury and judge.

“What do you think, little egg? Does that get the whole… general point across?”

“If the point is that you had a bad breakup, then yes,” Teá said.

He sighed. “I was going for force of nature disaster storm sort of energy.”

“You achieved that,” Veá said.

“Thank you, Veá, my favorite Zerrikanian.”

<If I might make a request?> Villen asked.

“Yeah! Yes, you may.”

<A blessing for my child?>

He nodded. “Give me a minute. The better the song, the more powerful the enchantment.”

Villen nodded, and the two sisters shared an excited look.

He took a week to compose the song.

It had to be perfect.

Everyone had heard it a hundred times over and declared it good, fine, just get on with it, by the time he decided it was ready.

Jaskier put the full force of his magic into his voice.

<First dragon of the new ageGreatest hope of us allThey’ll sweep through the valleyA force who can’t be cagedA long life well livedSpreading peace and goodwillFirst dragon of the new ageGreatest hope of us allThe bridge of love traversedA draconid leaderWith flame brighter than starsA new course they will stakeThe child born of goldSaved through force of loveWill bring a new type of wisdomFirst dragon of the new ageGreatest hope of us all.>

He paused. Magic tinkled in the air even after the last note ended.

Jaskier wriggled closer to the egg between Villentretenmerth and the dead body. He breathed fire on it.

<Thank you,> Villen said.

<It’ll take better the more it’s sung,> Jaskier said.

“Even by humans?” Teá asked.

<Yes. Music is music.>

The baby’s song became the anthem of the cave. Veá hummed it while tearing bones out of fresh kills. Villentretenmerth sang it awkwardly, stilted and out of tune. It never failed to make Jaskier smile and join in. Teá was more confident with singing it on her own, and would often drum the beat of it with her fingers.

Jaskier poured peace and longevity and love and wisdom into every word he sang. The egg pulsed with magic. The lifeforce in it was strong, growing stronger by the day. It was fed a constant stream of heat and music. Fire and magic.

Jaskier was out on patrol one day when a massive ribbon of fire lanced into the sky from the direction of the cave. He turned on point of his wing and raced back as fast as his wings would carry him.

He hit the ground outside the cave running, bounding inside in a streak of red. Villen was trying to keep up a continuous flame surrounding the egg. Jaskier added his own fire to it.

<Catch your breath, I’ve got this for now,> he said. He thanked Melitele for mindspeak.

Villen laid down on the cave floor, slitted eyes fixed on the egg. Jaskier may not have all the experience of the old geezer, but he did have his voice lessons from Oxenfurt, and the improved lung capacity did transfer over.

He blew. The tiny crack in the egg got bigger. The hatchling was strong, it was working fast. Probably very easy to with this nice and warm fire around them.

Jaskier can and has sung for hours before, sometimes through most of the night with only minimal breaks. But that wasn’t going to be necessary here. Villen budged him out of the way just a few hours in and took over. It was his egg, after all.

They switched on and off throughout the night and the following day and the night after that. In an ideal world, a hatching would have a whole great family in attendance, having flown in from all over the Continent to guard the egg and keep it warm as it cracked. But there weren’t that many dragons anymore. These days, even an esteemed golden one only had one helper at the hatching, and not even family at that.

Then the egg was shattered and a tiny, slimy green dragon lay in its place. The hatchling basked in its father’s fire, letting out a happy little chirp.

Teá and Veá rushed forward with a bucket of water and some cloths and began cleaning the baby.

“A girl,” Teá said. “What will you call her?”

<Saesenthessis,> Villen said. Protector of all.

<Saesenthessis,> Jaskier repeated. He would die for this little girl, he realized. Kill for her too. It was a good thing he never met Geralt’s Child Surprise, or he’d have been doomed from the start.

Saesenthessis tried to stand up and fell over on her face and started crying. Jaskier nosed her up gently, cooing.

There wasn’t much to pack up. Myrgtabrakke and Villentretenmerth had not been true mates, simply paramours—hence the separate caves. Her hoard would stay where it was. Her body, too.

Her place of living would be her place of resting. Any dragon who came across it would turn around and leave, even after her scent faded. Only after her bones had faded to dust would the cave be considered empty.

Saesenthessis was situated in the place of ultimate safety between her father’s wings, with Teá riding behind her to make triply sure she didn’t fall off mid-flight. Jaskier was carrying what minimal supplies they did have in a net lashed around his stomach. Veá would be riding on him.

This was not, in any way, because Villentretenmerth was incapable of carrying both humans. He could have a whole small village on his back and it wouldn’t even slow him down. On the contrary, they split the warriors between the two dragons “just in case.”

Jaskier pointedly did not comment.

Which was for the best, really, because he had absolutely no say in that decision.

“Is everything ready?” Teá asked her sister, the last one out. “The cave is completely empty?”

“Save for how it was when we arrived,” Veá confirmed, jumping up to settle on Jaskier’s back.

<Let’s ride,> Villen said.

The gust of his wings taking off nearly pushed Jaskier down for a moment, and efforts to disguise this motion failed when Veá—the traitor—laughed at him.

<See that I don’t fling you off my back then, you can walk to the Fiery Mountains,> he muttered.

“I apologize,” she said, voice still full of mirth. “I merely was not expecting that.”

<Just because I’m not a billion year old golden dragon the size of a castle…>

“You are very impressive,” she said. She stroked along his neck, and, well. That helped.

They flew southwest. The Dragon Mountains, ironically, were not a main hub of dragon civilization. That was the Fiery Mountains, the ones right along Zerrikania and above the Korath Desert. Zerrikania was set aways from most of the Continent’s inhabited lands. It was pretty much just them and the dragons out there.

Paradise. Or so Jaskier had been told.

They couldn’t actually travel as-the-crow-flies. They had to take the most desolate, deserted route, the one farthest from any human habitats. They flew over the Kestrel Mountains (Jaskier pointed out all the sights to Saesenthessis as they went) and straight through Kaedwen. Then came the Mahakam range and a twisted, convoluted path through all the many cities of Aedirn. On past Lyria, the Solveiga Gate, and finally, the Fiery Mountains.

The whole journey took nine days.

Villen’s cave was exactly as opulent as Jaskier had expected. He had a whole room just for his hoard—which was almost entirely golden objects, no big surprise there. He also had a cave in the system that opened up to huge pools of hot springs.

<Ohhh now this is the life,> Jaskier said, sinking into the water. <That’s it. I’m never getting out of this water. I live here now.>

No one else was in the room with him, but that didn’t matter, with mindspeak. He could be a nuisance from the whole other side of the cave if he wanted. And that was Villentretenmerth’s problem, for ever letting him stick around for more than a second.

One week in, Saesenthessis had mastered walking. She was a walking expert. She could scurry with the best of them. She was already trying to climb up walls.

She had immediately discovered the fun of chasing other people’s tails and trying to catch them.

Jaskier was pretending he was not aware of the infant dragon behind him. He dragged his tail across the ground verrrrry slowly. Clawed little paws pounced on it, and Jaskier whirled around, yanking his tail away. Saesenthessis skittered after it but Jaskier swooshed away again right as she got close. The hatchling raced off in the new direction. She got her claws around his tail right as Jaskier stood up and “ran” away.

Their chase was epic. The stuff of legends. And afterwards, when Saesenthessis was purring herself to sleep, snuggled up against him, Jaskier began to compose the epic.

It morphed and took on a life of its own. Saesenthessis’s little play hunt turned into the story of the only-slightly-more-real dragon hunt to find and rescue her.

He sang of her mother, defending her to her last breath, dying beside her egg in a last attempt to keep her warm. Of her father gathering his team of heroes and infiltrating the hunt. Of the witch and the witcher who fought off those who would harm her.

The tragic twist where it was revealed the witcher had tried to force the sorceress’s love with the power of a djinn. And the sorceress, powerful beyond belief, turning her back on him without a thought.

A final end verse where Saesenthessis was safe and cared for with her father, Teá and Veá, and the humble bard who was just along for the ride.

<You can never sing that in public,> Villentretenmerth said.

<I know,> he said. <But Saesenthessis deserves to hear it.>

The gold dragon nodded. <Thank you, then, for your kind words.>

Dragons do not age like humans do. Their development is completely different. Saesenthessis was walking and seeing within days of hatching. She could project simple concepts with her mindspeak shortly after that.

And now she was happily exploring her physical limitations.

<Up!> she said. <Up up up!>

<Alright, give me a moment, give me a moment,> Villen said. He scooped her up by the scruff of her neck and deposited her on a low shelf in the rock.

Saesenthessis’s eyes widened comically. Jaskier laughed.

<Not so fun once you’re actually up there, is it?> he asked. <Here.>

He hunched down next to the shelf and Saesenthessis crawled onto his back, settling in between his wings.

<Up!> she said again.

“She’s a true adventurer at heart,” Veá smiled.

“She’s already had one epic written about her. I imagine there will be more,” Teá agreed.

<Hey, speaking of that,> Jaskier said. <She needs a human alias. Or at the very least a nickname, like what I use. She can’t stay in this cave forever, and the name Saesenthessis is a tad obvious.>

<A translation will be acceptable,> Villen said. <But Protector is hardly a regular human name either.>

“In certain languages it could pass,” Teá said.

“There are names that have meaning. Surely one that means protector,” Veá said. “I could look into it. There are books on the subject. I could purchase one at the market.”

<That would be greatly appreciated, thank you, dear Veá,> Villen said.

Jaskier ambled around the cave at a slow pace, trying to jostle Saesenthessis as little as possible.

<Vrrrrrrrooooom,> he said. <Zoooooooooom. Vvrrrrrrooooooom.>

Saesenthessis laughed gleefully.

There was a small stream that fed into the Solveiga and ran right by Plaoi Cror, Villen’s mountain. It was at burbling stream levels in several points. Perfect for Saesenthessis to splash around in and learn the concept of swimming. So far her only experience with water was drinking it out of bowls that Teá and Veá had poured it in.

Jaskier trotted out into the center of the stream and stomped around. <Look, Saesenthessis. It’s… splashy.>

The little hatchling peered out from her safe place on Villen’s back. Wide blue eyes took in the stream, the sunlight, the tittering birds.

<Do you want to go explore, little one?> Villen asked. Saesenthessis slid down the steep (for her) slope of his back. She tilted her head up, and Villen walked right alongside her to the water’s edge. He put his forelegs into the shallows.

Saesenthessis sniffed the water, and wrinkled her snout when it sprayed up her nose.

<It’s water. Like what you drink, but more. See?> Jaskier demonstratively drank some. Saesenthessis took a hesitant sip herself.

<Water,> she said.

<Yes, water,> Villen said. <You can swim in it, too. See what Jaskier is doing?>

Jaskier was almost entirely submerged, with just his snout, tail, and the top of his back out of the water. He was doing his best impression of a crocodile, which was always fun no matter what age you were, and was also socially acceptable if you happened to be a reptile.

Jaskier waggled his eyebrows at her.

Saesenthessis touched the water with one paw.

<Cold!>

<It is cold,> Villen agreed. He stepped deeper into the stream. <It’s also perfectly safe. But you don’t have to get in if you don’t want to.>

Jaskier snorted out bubbles at her and Saesenthessis laughed.

Ten minutes later, she was happily splashing around in the shallows and projecting vague thoughts about being the water snake she had seen.

Which was really cute right up until the point she tried to sink her fangs in Jaskier’s neck.


My next adventure happened in the middle of summer. Let me tell you a little of what led up to it.

Mike was home for the weekend to see his buddies and me I guess. On Friday night Chris came over to hang out for a bit before they went out. It was the first time I had seen him since our encounter. He was cordial as was I but the tension in the air was stifling as far as I was concerned. I don't know if he felt it the same way. He told Mike and me he was going to California for a job as a co-op while finishing school and we probably wouldn't see him for quite a while.

Before they went out Chris said good bye to me and went to give me a hug like he always had. Mike was out in the hall when Chris hugged me and gave my ass a squeeze saying, "Still nice Mrs. H."

Nothing happened except me fingering myself to sleep that night.

About three weeks later I got a call from Mike that he was offered a job and accepted it in Atlanta. They would pay for him to finish his education while he worked for them. I felt at first I didn't want him to go but it was a good opportunity and I couldn't get in his way, besides he is a grown man now and has been on his own for some time. I decided I was going to pay him a visit and say good bye in person, wish him well.

I got a hotel room near his college and spent Saturday and Sunday with him. He left Sunday night but I decided to stay a day or two longer and just hang out and enjoy the pool and area shopping.

While I was shopping at the nearest mall I got to thinking even though I was going to miss my son immensely, I was now also free to do what ever I felt without need to be concerned with consequences other than my own safety and such.

I decided to look at some outfits I'd probably never wear outside in public, just to see how they made me feel. I took a few things in the fitting room of one store to try on but didn't like them much. I went into the next store and there was only one other lady in there. I picked out a short skirt and white top, like a sort of school girl outfit, and tried them on. The skirt was a bit shorter than I thought, just below my butt, so I figured since there was only that one lady in there I'd go out and look for a bit longer one without changing first.

Just before I left the fitting room I heard a lady say, "I'll be out in a few minutes."

And a man's voice say "Ok but don't take all day!"

I thought what the hell it's just her husband and went out anyway. I walked up to the rack where the skirts were and noticed her husband sitting on a chair waiting. He wasn't alone, he had a friend with him. I was about 15 feet away and noticed a mirror behind me. I decided to see if they were paying any attention to me so I bent over to look at a tag on one of the skirts. I saw the married guy's buddy nudge him and point at the mirror behind me. They stopped talking for a minute. I was feeling frisky now and walked around with my back to them facing the rack with the mirror in my view too. I bent over again and peeked in the mirror to see their reaction. They're eyes got big and grinned. I knew they could see my panties easily and stayed in that position for about a minute, then stood up straight and took the slightly longer skirt back to the fitting room with me. I didn't care too much for the white top, I'm a little old to be playing the school girl anyway, so I put it back when I came out and the shorter of the skirts.

Just after I paid for the skirt and walked out the door I noticed one of the men follow me for a short distance. I stopped to look at the window of a lingerie shop, looked back at him and smiled then went inside. He didn't follow me in but was still there when I came out.

He approached me and said "Excuse me for being so forward but would you be interested in maybe dinner or a drink some time? My name is Mike and I just thought you were so cute I didn't want to pass up the opportunity to meet you."

I said "I don't know, I don't usually do blind date things or pick ups. No offense though, you seem nice but I am only here for a day or two."

Mike said "No offense taken. Then tonight might be the only chance huh?"

I laughed and said "Funny and persistent, cute."

He said "Here, let me give you my number and you can think about it. I have to get back to my friend." Then he wrote down his number on a receipt he had and gave it to me and left.

My guess was he was in his early to mid 30's, a little cushy in the waist but nice friendly face and confident attitude. I put his number in my purse and went on my way shopping. I bought a few things but my mind was occupied with what I should do about this guy. By the time I left the mall I decided I would give him a call when I got back to my room.

I put my stuff down and found his number and called about 6:30. When he answered I said "Hi this is Sarah, how are you?"

He said "Sarah who?"

I realized I hadn't given him my name before and said "The lady in the mall today. You gave me your number? Or are there more ladies you gave your number to today?"

"Damn!" he said "I was really hoping you'd call but never though you would! Can I tell you I think you are so hot, I mean real pretty! I don't want to seem too forward but can we meet tonight?"

"Yeah, about that." I said

"I see," he said "well I had to try. Thanks for calling then to let me know." He sounded so dejected.

I said "I didn't say no, I was just going to say that maybe if we met there should be others around so I'd feel safer. After all, I don't really know you. What about your friend, is he married? Maybe they could join us?"

Mike said "Wow, really? You'd really meet with me? I'll ask, just a minute!" He muffled the phone but I could hear male voices in the background, then he came back. "Chris, that's my friend said his wife has a baby shower tonight so she couldn't go but if you felt ok with it he'd join us so, is that ok?"

I thought, oh shit, Mike and Chris, what are the odds they have the name of my son and his friend that had his way with me to start this whole thing. I started having second thoughts but figured, what the hell they probably are the most common names out there.

"Ok" I said. "How about in the lounge at the hotel here?' and I told him which hotel I was at.

He said "Sure, what time?"

"I need time to freshen up. About 8:00? I asked

"That's great!" he said. We said good byes and hung up.

What was I going to do now, I started thinking. I looked over my purchases of the day and wondered what I should wear. Am I planning on just getting to know them or going MUCH further? As I looked over my potential outfits I knew I wanted it to go much further at some point. I made a game plan to not look too eager or sluttish, at least not right away. Let me get to know what they are like first.

I had purchased a burgundy tank top with ties at the top that were a little thicker than a good shoestring, maybe a half inch thick. Also a beige cover up in kind of a thin gauze material, very easy to see through, more like an accent to the top underneath. It was wide at the shoulders just enough to hang a bit off of one side or the other. I also got at the lingerie shop a burgundy lace bra with satin straps and lace thong. I don't have the ass for the thin string kind and haven't had the desire to stick a string up my butt so this was a little bit wider in the butt area but still let my ass show well if I wanted.

I decided on the bra, tank top and cover up with blue jeans and a plan. I went down to the lounge at about 8:05. They were both there having a beer at a table not too far from the bar. There was music playing but only about 10 people there. I could tell Mike was happy to see me arrive. He asked if I drank beer and I said I did and he bought me one. I told him my son's name was Mike and had just left for his job, that's why I was in the area.

Chris was married 10 years and had 2 kids. Mike worked for Chris at an engineering firm. They were best friends since college.

We visited and listened to the music for a bit.

Chris then went and got beers for us. When he came back he said "I see they have a pool table over there, do you want to play a few?"

I said I wasn't very good but would try, so we went by the pool table. They had is situated so it was around a corner from the rest of the lounge area but with a mirrored wall on the far side. I assumed it was so the bar tender could keep an eye on kids and such while they were playing. I told them I was expecting a call from a friend in the area and may have to go by her later if she couldn't get a ride from a co worker. I suggested first the guys should play so I could watch and then play the winner. Mike won easily so it was my turn to play him.

I kept an eye on the guys through the mirror and out of the corner of my eye to see what they were looking at as I played. When I bent over facing them it was hard to see too much of what they were doing but as I turned away I could see in the mirror they were checking out my butt and trying to see down my top. I had the strings tied tight enough not to show too much but I am sure they could either see my bra or some cleavage. To my amazement I won!

Now it was time to play Chris. I excused myself to go to the ladies room. While in there I loosened my top strings a little to give a little more show, but not so much as it would be obvious. When I came back Mike had bought more beer for us. They seemed a little chattier, started getting a bit more provocative. Maybe the beer was getting to them too. Chris seemed to set me up to have to stretch and reach more, causing me to bend over more than before, but I didn't mind. I lost this time.

As they began to play my cell phone buzzed, I got a text. Mike looked concerned as I read it. I told them I had to go talk to my friend and that I'd be back in a few minutes. I actually set my alarm on my phone and had no plans to meet anyone but it gave me a way out if needed or an excuse to go to plan B.

Plan B is was! I went to my room and took off my blue jeans and put on the short skirt I bought earlier. Much to my surprise I must have put the wrong skirt back on the shelf, this was the 'too short' one! It did have some elastic material at the top so I could slide it down some to make it look longer and my top and cover up were long enough to cover the top of the skirt. I also decided it was time to take off my bra. I liked the way my top now swayed and jiggled with my tits unencumbered. I loosened the strings for my top and retied them so it hung lower giving better opportunity for them to look down and also to help cover the top of my skirt. Time to go back down.

I went around to the pool table area and said "Good news, I don't have to go!"

They both looked at me and got big smiles while looking over my outfit change. Mike had won the last game and told me to rack em up while handing me another beer. I carefully squatted down to get the balls in the rack and had to bend over a bit to set it. I looked up to see Mike peering down my top smiling. He broke them and left the Q-ball in the middle of the table for me. I decided to get the ball rolling. I picked a ball away from them to hit and went on the side they were standing on. I leaned way over to reach the Q-ball causing my skirt to ride up and give them a peek and my cheeks and maybe undies. By the look in the mirror they liked what they saw, I missed the shot. Mike missed his shot but it seemed like he did on purpose and left the ball near the middle again. This time I picked a ball to hit facing them. I had to bend way over to reach the Q-ball giving them an easy look down my top and made my ball, but in doing so also left myself with a tough shot where I would have to stand right in front of them and bend far over the table to reach my next shot. I stretched over having to lift one leg giving what I can imagine a great shot of my ass and lace thong, I missed my shot. Mike went on to win the game and had to play Chris again. I sat on a stool and drank my beer giving a little glimpse from time to time up my skirt.

Just when Chris won the game I said I had to go to the ladies room. Chris said he'd go get more drinks while they waited. I did my duty and looked at myself in the mirror, 'not bad' I thought but needed a little adjusting. I took off my panties and put them in my purse, then pulled up my skirt, just a little so it was right at the bottom of my butt. I also loosened the strings a bit setting the top just a bit lower but still with the cover up on, and went back to play more pool. Mike must have racked and Chris was just breaking when I got there. He made a couple balls and left me with an easy one. I made it then had to reach for my second. I was facing them with the mirror behind me. As I bent over Mike almost choked on his beer. He must have seen my ass in the mirror with no panties. I missed and then Chris set me up for a tough shot right in front of them. I had to get on my tip toes and bend over to reach the ball. I knew they had a close up of my ass and pussy up under my skirt and I heard a little snicker and small applause as I missed. Chris won the game.

I suggested we stop playing pool and go to my room. They both agreed. I started up the stairs with them following me. As we got to the top I realized I left my purse at the pool table and said I'd be right back and told them my room number, to wait for me there.

When I got to my purse the bar tender was there cleaning up the drinks.

He looked me in the eyes and said "When your done with them call me at extension 155 and I'll come take care of you." I went to turn away and he grabbed my hips pulling my skirt up so over half my ass was showing and said, "That's how you wear it."

He reminded me of Sam Elliot with his deep manly voice, only he was a bit bigger in the chest and shoulders and had a pony tail. He looked like a rugged biker type.

I went around the corner and noticed the last few people there were watching the whole thing. There were three guys at one table and a couple in the corner at another. I went up stairs. The guys were waiting by my room when I reached the hall. I turned around to show them my butt showing and they laughed.

As I started walking toward them I reached up and untied one side of my tank top and they said "You wouldn't dare!"

I untied the other and just as I did an older man came out of his room and started walking my direction. I kept walking and my top slipped off my tits just before he got to me. I thought it would stop at my waist but it fell right to the floor. He turned around just as I was bending over to pick it up giving him a clear shot at my ass too. I stood up and walked toward Mike and Chris and opened my door. I walked in and put my top on the table and saw Mike and Chris come in then turned away from them wiggling my hips. I pulled my cover up off and threw it by my other top. While swaying my hips back and forth I slide my skirt up higher to reveal my whole ass and bent over to give them a full view. With the top of the skirt at my belly and the bottom at my hips I turned around to show my pussy from the front. Much to my surprise the old man from the hall was standing there too. He must have followed Mike and Chris in.

Mike and Chris sat on the couch but the old guy just stood there watching. I walked over by Mike and straddled his legs with mine putting my hand on the top of the couch leaning in to hang my tits in front of his face. He reached up with both hand and cupped them taking one then the other to his mouth to kiss each one on the nipples. I let out a sigh as he started licking and sucking on the left one. Not to be left out Chris took the right one to his mouth and began kissing and sucking it as well. I leaned over and put my legs out so one was between each of their legs to give Chris a better angle. I felt one of each of their hands rubbing and kneading my ass while the other hand worked on my tits.

Then suddenly I felt a hand from behind reach up between my legs and start rubbing my pussy. I tried to look back but couldn't see, and then a finger went in me. I let out a deep groan and started moving in rhythm with his finger. Mike and Chris then each reached around and spread my pussy with their hands and I felt a cock enter me from behind. I couldn't see around so I looked down to see two legs with pants around their ankles moving as he thrust into me. With two guys working my tits over and another fucking my from behind I let out a big gasp and came hard on the older guy fucking me. It didn't take him long to unload his hot cum into my pussy. He pulled out and rubbed his soaked cock head on my ass.

Mike slid out from the couch and dropped his pants and came around behind me. Chris pulled his off too. As I bent over to start working on Chris's with my mouth Mike entered me. He was much bigger than the older guy but with all the juices already there entered me easily. Chris grabbed my hair as Mike grabbed my hips and worked me like a piston between them. I then felt a pinching of my boobs and looked at the older guy pinching and pulling them, stretching my nipples in different directions. I felt a wave go through me and shook like there was an earthquake happening in my core.

Chris lay on the floor and Mike stood up helping me to straddle Chris's cock and lower my self onto him. Mike then offered his cock to my mouth and I took it in as much as I could. I could taste my juices as well as the old man's cum on Mike throbbing cock making me want to swallow the whole thing. It didn't take Mike long to start spurting into my throat and mouth. He pulled back just a bit and I held my mouth open for him with my tongue out to catch as much as I could. He sprayed my face and hair and stroked onto to my tongue his last drops. I closed my mouth and swallowed it. This sent Chris off as he filled my pussy with his own load of sperm.

I reached out to hold onto something as I came hard again and found a cock in my hand swelling up. The old guy started rising again much to his own surprise. As I started calming down I took his cock into my mouth to get it harder for more work. It took him a little while but he started moaning and pulled his shaft from my mouth and sprayed my face and tits with his cum. He didn't have as much as the first time but it was thick and hot on me.

Mike helped me off of Chris's now softer member and pushed my face and shoulders onto the couch bending me over with my ass out. He said "This fucking bitch wants it bad, so I'll give it to her bad."

He started fingering my pussy with two or three fingers and told Chris to hold me there. Chris sat on the couch and pulled my hair putting his cock in my mouth holding me tight. Then Mike took his fingers out of my pussy and put one in my ass and started going in and out.

He said "That should be enough."

I thought he meant he was done, but then felt the tip of his cock press against my anus. He pulled my cheeks wider and pushed in. I had never had a cock in my ass before and it felt very uncomfortable but I couldn't scream or say stop or anything with Chris's cock in my mouth. Chris held me tight as Mike went deeper inside my ass. I felt my nipples being pulled again, I assumed by the old man. Mike's thrusting sent a wave through me like I have never felt deep inside my ass. With all that was going on my head was spinning and I came harder than before. Just as I did I felt Mike spew hot cum in my ass sending me over the edge. I shook and shook for what felt like five minutes but I'm sure wasn't that long and collapsed. Chris slid out from under me and they all got dressed and left.

I stayed half on the couch and half off for several minutes, too tired and sore to move. Then I remembered the bar tender telling me to call him, but I was in no condition for more, or so I thought.

I reached for the phone and called 155 and he answered. I said "I can't, I can't." in a faint voice and hung up.

I heard a door key and my door opened. He walked in and looked me over. I couldn't move, laying there with cum dripping from my pussy and ass, hanging from my face and hair and tits.

He circled around me and said "Damn, how many were there?'

I muffled "Three"

He said "Let me guess, the old man down the hall?" I just nodded.

He got a warm wash cloth and wiped my face and tits off, then wiped off my pussy.

Lifting my hips to get me on my knees he said "No need to waist a good opportunity."

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his stiffening cock. I looked over my shoulder and saw the thickest cock I ever saw.

My eyes got wide and said "I can't, please, I can't!"

"Oh sure you can." Was all he said and he shoved it in my ass with one quick move.

I thought I was going to split open. He just kept going until it was all the way in then worked me over like a fuck doll.

"Wow" he said, "you are one fucking hot slut! I bet you're kind of new to this too, aren't you."

I nodded again.

He fucked my ass like a jack hammer then groaned heavily and pumped his cum deep in my ass sending heat throughout my body. When he finished he pulled out and I lay on my back grabbing my pussy and rubbing it hard till a little squirt came out and just shook all over.

He smiled and said I'd be welcome back any time and left. I stayed there for what felt like hours actually falling asleep for a bit. When I awoke I had thick sticky cold cum all over and went to soak my sore body in the shower until I was sure it was all off of me. Then I ran a hot bath and soaked in there too. The next day when I got ready to leave, my ass, pussy and tits were so sore I couldn't wear underwear. I wore enough to not show but enough to be comfortable for my ride home. The bar tender saw me leaving in the lobby and just smiled and winked at me.

I had never been used like that or called a bitch or slut, but somehow I guess that's what I've become. Did I mind? Was I trying to be? Not sure yet. But somehow I knew I wasn't done seeking for more answers or for more adventures.