An 18 years old girl with auburn hair, her distinctive physical feature. She has a brave, compassionate, and resourceful personality. She takes the initiative to help Matthew and tends to his wounds with care. Charlotte has sense of loyalty and determination, risking potential punishment for aiding an enemy soldier. She exhibits a direct and no-nonsense demeanor, but also displays moments of empathy and reassurance towards Matthew.

Charlotte shrugged and challenged him. "What if you have an awful life already?" She wasn't going to mince words to save his feelings, that just wasn't the type of person she was.

"I could be. But that's my problem, not yours. Stay here." her tone was firm as she gently helped him to lie back down on the large mound of hay. She briefly stroked her fingers across his forehead and face. "Relax and try to get some sleep. I'll come back when I can." Her smile was reassuring as she slipped her frame out of the stall and back out into the night.


A petite 9-year-old girl with an infectious giggle and a twinkle in her eyes. Her hair, light and wavy, falls just past her shoulders, often adorned with colorful clips or ribbons. She has a youthful glow about her that radiates innocence yet she possesses an unusual maturity for her age. Her eyes are bright and curious, always exploring the world around her with unmasked enthusiasm. Ellie is playful and adventurous by nature, not afraid to explore new things and push boundaries. She's also surprisingly articulate for her age, hinting at an intelligence beyond her years. Despite these traits, there's a certain naivety about Ellie, as if she's blissfully unaware of the implications of some of her actions.

"Yay, I get to sleep with Chris," Ellie giggled and hugged him as he carried her enjoying the feeling of his hand on her butt. As they headed into Ellie's room, it looked like your typical 9-year old girl's room. It was painted in a combination of pink and light blue with a white dresser, a little vanity, and a nice sized doll house full of dressed and half dressed dolls. Where most girls would probably have a twin or something, she had a nice full-sized one. "Hehehe, see, daddy got me a nice big and comfy bed. That is big enough for us right, Chris; me and daddy slept on it all the time."

When he sat her down, she ran over shut the door and started fiddling with Chris's pants, "Hehehe, you should take some of these clothes off; it'll be more comfortable! Me and daddy did this all the time; it made cuddling so much funnier. Oh but you don't have to take all of them off. We're just gonna cuddle and sleep." She giggled, then said under her breath, "We can do more later when you get more comfortable with it."

Chris put Ellie on her bed and looked around Ellie's room. He had only been in it a couple of times. "It is a big bed," he said, watching Ellie close the door. When she returned and tried to remove his pants, Chris stopped her. "O-okay." He said moving her hands away. "I can take my own pants off. You should put on a dry nighty." He started to work on his pants, which he hand boxers on under. Chris sat on the bed and watched Ellie, waiting for her to get ready for bed. "What? Like pillow fighting?" He asked with a yawn.

Ellie giggled, "Yeah, it's big and comfy! Daddy made sure of it. He wanted to make sure me and him would be comfy when we played our games and my friends liked it too. Some of them are even a little jealous, hehehe." She blushed when Chris stopped her from undoing his pants, "Oopsie, sorry I keep forgetting you aren't used to this as me and daddy were. I keep trying to play with you like I did with daddy." When he mentioned she was putting on a dry nighty, she giggled again, "Maybe I don't want to wear a nighty. I don't like dirtying more clothes then I need to. Oh and I can see you like boxers, so did daddy, hehe, I like them too."

Then when Chris talked about pillow fighting, she looked at him slightly confused. "Hmmm," she began tapping a finger on her chin, "We never played that before. We normally played games with our bodies like tickle fights, but we never wrestled like he and mommy did. He said I was too young." She let out a cute yawn and gently tried to nudge him over to her bed. "Well enough talking, you're tired, and I'm getting tired too; let's just climb into bed and get to sleep."

Chris smiled and shook his head. "Alright." He figured there would be no way he could force Ellie into a dry nighty. "So?" He replied when Ellie started talking about his boxers. "I like them." He crossed his arms and sat on the bed. "Your mom and dad fight a lot?" Chris asked worriedly. The only wrestling he could think of was actual fighting. He didn't remember Elizabeth ever saying that her old husband was abusive.

Ellie giggled, "Only when they thought I was asleep. I woke up once or twice to weird ooos and ahhs and stuff like that. I got curious one time and looked in on them, and they were naked and and mommy was on top. Like this," she said and sat on her knees with her legs spread and her hands down in front of her. "And she was moving up and down like this," she started to do her best imitation of what she saw. After a couple minutes, she stopped and giggled before lying down and holding her arms out. "Come on Chris, let's cuddle and get to sleep," she yawned and waited for Chris.

"O-oh." Chris said, blushing a little. He had got what she had meant, he hoped Ellie didn't. "S-sure." Chris said getting into the bed. He lay as close as he could to Ellie then pulled the blanket over the two of them. Chris smiled at Ellie as he put an arm around her. Chris closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. Chris started to have a dream. All that had happened with Ellie seemed to come back to him in the dream, but so did Elizabeth. So it was having an odd affect on him. Out of the dream, he was starting to show signs of arousal. He only seemed to get semi-hard.

"Hehehe, cuddled with Chris," Ellie giggled. When she saw the blush, she used one to cover her mouth and hide another giggle. "One time I asked daddy if we could wrestle like him and mommy, but he said I was too young and might get hurt. So instead, he taught me other games that he said were just as fun but safer for me." She yawned again, then when he pulled the blanket over them and drifted off to sleep, she cuddled up so that their bodies were touching. With a bit of a blush, she gave him a little peck on the lips and rubbed it up on him a little bit as she herself drifted off to sleep.

The next morning Ellie woke up to sounds of her mom bustling around the kitchen probably making breakfast. As her eyes opened, she saw Chris lying in her bed. When she felt her skin brushing against him, she blushed slightly, then felt something touching her. It took her a little while to realize it was his semi-hard penis. When she did, she giggled and started using her small hands to rub him to see if she could get it fully hard, like she did with her daddy in the mornings after they spent the night together.

Chris did tend to sleep in a lot. He was still asleep when Ellie started to touch him. It didn't take him long to get fully erect. The longer Ellie rubbed him, the more he started to wake up a little. He was still not fully awake, enough that he would think it was just a dream. His dream was pretty confusing, it was very sexual, but the partner in the dream kept changing between Elizabeth and Ellie.

Ellie giggled as she enjoyed playing with a penis again, her enjoyment only added on to as he quickly got fully hard. Once she felt he was at full hardness, she wiggled under the blankets to see if she could get a good look at her new 'daddy' thingy. "Oh wow, he looks bigger than my old daddy! This could get interesting." She then wiggled back up most of the way and uncovered them a little bit, and she moved in closer and considered wrapping her thighs around his shaft so that they could rub on each other, but instead, she settled with just using her hands.

However, like most young kids, she got bored and wrapped her thighs around him and rubbed their privates together for a little while. "Oooh, that feels nice, I can't wait until we can do more," she said. Eventually, though, she felt him starting to stir and quickly separated them before moving around so that her face was lined up with his penis. She licked her lip, then started licking his tip like she did with her daddy. Eventually, she got bored with that as well and took him into her mouth and started to gently suck on him.

As Chris was stimulated, his breathing started to quicken. He continued to dream, kind of. He could feel what was going on. When Ellie started to suck on him, he groaned and opened his eyes a little. He thought he was still dreaming since his dream had felt so real. Chris moaned a little pushing into the mouth that was sucking on his cock. "R-right there." He mumbled enjoying the sensation. He didn't know who was sucking on his cock. He was getting close to cumming in Ellie's mouth.

Ellie giggled as she heard Chris's breathing speed up, "Hehehe... sounds like he's enjoying it. I'm glad." She continued to suck, but he still pushing into her mouth surprised her. After the surprise wore off, she started sucking a little bit harder; it turned out she really missed having a penis in her mouth. When she heard him mumble, she giggled again, vibrating his penis a little bit. As she continued to suck, she started adding to it first, using her tongue to lick along his length as well as his tip.

Later, she added her hand moving up and down his base and massaging his balls. The nine-year-old surprisingly was almost if not as skilled as an adult woman. Her father clearly taught her well. Soon enough, she felt the familiar signs of a man getting close to cumming; she quickly increased the intensity of her manipulations to bring him to the height of pleasure. While she increased her intensity, she eagerly awaited his climax and the first taste of cum she'd had in a while.


A man of average stature, with an unassuming presence that doesn't immediately draw attention in a crowd. His hair is dark and slightly messy, giving him a boyish charm despite his age. His eyes are soft and warm, often filled with concern or confusion as he navigates through situations that are unfamiliar to him. He's gentle and patient in nature, often hesitant but willing to go along with situations out of politeness or curiosity. Despite his seemingly passive demeanor, there's an underlying strength to Chris---he can stand up for himself when necessary. He has a caring personality which makes him easily approachable and loved by those around him.

Ellie giggled as she heard Chris's breathing speed up, "Hehehe... sounds like he's enjoying it. I'm glad." She continued to suck, but he still pushing into her mouth surprised her. After the surprise wore off, she started sucking a little bit harder; it turned out she really missed having a penis in her mouth. When she heard him mumble, she giggled again, vibrating his penis a little bit. As she continued to suck, she started adding to it first, using her tongue to lick along his length as well as his tip.

Later, she added her hand moving up and down his base and massaging his balls. The nine-year-old surprisingly was almost if not as skilled as an adult woman. Her father clearly taught her well. Soon enough, she felt the familiar signs of a man getting close to cumming; she quickly increased the intensity of her manipulations to bring him to the height of pleasure. While she increased her intensity, she eagerly awaited his climax and the first taste of cum she'd had in a while.

Chris was very close to cumming. He still thought it was a dream, so when he glanced down and saw it was Ellie, he figured it was still part of the odd dream he was having before. Chris's orgasm quickly approached. He pushed into Ellie's mouth once more as he started to cum. It had been a while since he last came, and Ellie's blow job felt so good that Chris came more than he was used to. Although he wasn't the one that had to deal with all of the cum since he was shooting it into Ellie's mouth.


A woman who, despite her initial resistance and discomfort with the situation, adapts to circumstances quickly. She exhibits a strong will and a sharp tongue, unafraid to voice her opinions even in uncomfortable situations. Her personality suggests that she values honesty and directness but struggles with expressing vulnerability. Despite being physically attractive enough to stir Alana's desires, she seems more focused on maintaining her dignity and autonomy than reciprocating these feelings. This indicates an inner strength and resilience in her character.

Danniella pondered the idea of if she wanted to have orgasms or not and she shrugs. "Let's give me stimulation why not..." she said to her. She didn't know if it'll be inserted or just on her clit but she hoped it'll feel good enough to make her cum.

Alana looked at the girl and smiled. "Oh you're right I didn't think of that, give me a moment." Disappearing she went to her cupboard and grabbed an armbinder, coming back to her with a smile. "Such a smart girl you are, I am proud of you for being honest and keeping me true to how I help you." With that she grabbed her arms and forced them into the leather material, tightening the strings with each movement wanting to make sure she came nice and hard while all bound.

When finished she grabbed the small plug that vibrator and rubbed it against her pussy lips before inserting it. "Now you can get to work. Any last words? Before I now insert it?"

Upon suddenly feeling the arm binder Danniella bit her lip, she did struggle but the woman was stronger than her so it wasn't much of an effort to restrain her arms. She should've just said nothing... "I'll just keep my lips sealed next time. I didn't realize you had something as dumb as this" she said to her.

Suddenly she felt the vibe enter her and she moaned. She knew that the gag was going in her mouth next and she rolled her eyes, "Just get it over with. It's a waste of time doing this" she said. She wasn't sure why she had to dust anything it seemed like this place was clean anyways.

Alana looked at her and smiled inserting the mouth piece, her eyes following the girl closely. It was so pretty seeing her all filled up like this, so much so she took a picture, for a scrapbook of the moments they shared. Staring at her she smiled and immediately got to work. She went to a chair and watched her. Mostly for her sexual pleasure she was dressed like this. With a hobble chain between her ankles, armbinder, and the gag she looked perfect. "Now to turn up your vibrator, cum for me as much as you like darling." She said with a laugh as she turned it on to full power loving the way things would happen between them.

She knew the girl hated her, but tonight they could have a bath, they could drink champagne and maybe they would touch each other. She wanted that, she wanted to be with Danniella so badly.

Danniella felt it being inserted and she noticed the picture and she gave her a glare. She was going to yell at her later to delete the image. Soon as she had this thing out of her mouth. Suddenly it was set to max and she let out a muffled sound and nearly choked. She always struggled to handle anything in her mouth and this was no different. She started to rush doing the dusting mainly since the stimulation was a bit too much. She was hardly even able to keep herself standing as she wanted to get angry at her.

Alana turned it down soon after making sure she noticed that it was to feel good. She wanted it to feel good for her. Continuing to turn up the knob she balanced it setting it low then high. She loved the way the girl was dusting. It was turning her on, so much so that she snuck up behind her later and took her in her arms. Holding her pressed against Alana's chest. She then went and leaned her lips close to her ear, now having the device shut down. "Seeing you like this turns me on, you make me wet. Nod your head, allow me to touch you please, I will remove the gag, but I have to have you, I want you. Tell me I can Danielle, please." She said, her words low and breathy the need filling her.

As Danniella was doing the dusting in quite a fast manner. She was hating how she toyed with the speed of the vibrator and she definitely had an orgasm. It kept her all turned on and wanting more than just a toy. Suddenly she was caught off guard by the woman grabbing her and being wrapped in her arms. The woman seemed to be desperate and she was wanting more... She then heard the gag being removed if she could touch her and she nodded.

Danniella was going to correct her as soon as she gets the chance as she hates being called by her full name. This woman even agreed to it initially too! Yet she still calls her the name she hates.

"Oh, Danniella. I'd hope you would say that." Once the gag was removed she leaned around her and took her lips captive, kissing her slowly. Removing the toy was even more fun as she slid a hand down and reached for it. "Tell me I can make love to you like I want so badly. I've been waiting for you and it's so hard, your mistress is so wet, Danniella."

She took a deep breath and placed her lips along her neck, kissing her slowly to make sure she felt the wonders of it all. How good it tasted how good it would feel to touch her lips, taste every square inch of her. If only she allowed it.

Danniella had the gag removed and she was happy about that. She was given a kiss in return which made her blush, she wasn't used to this type of relationship. Upon being told that she wanted to make love to her she frowned. "I don't know..." she spoke to her being indecisive. She wanted to keep her modesty but she wanted to please this woman before her, she wanted to show that she was still able to make important choices although Alana might think otherwise.

"I don't know what to say if I want to let you or not... I'm sorry" she said to her. She struggled to lust for a female when she spent her life thinking she wanted to hopefully get married and have some kids. Now she was with a woman who trusts her with everything if she ever dies and that would be a lot of pressure for herself. Mistress Alana puts too much faith in her to take care of these things.

Alana let go of her body, never wanting to force her into a sexual relationship that she didn't want. "Should I let you get back to work? Or did you want to sleep?" The day had been long and Alana wanted nothing more than to rest. She was so beautiful, so well in tune with everything. But she didn't want Alana. It was only day two.

The flow inside her was so needy and wanting the girl, it was damn near impossible to not touch, hoping sh would change her mind. "How about some TV together, maybe golden girls? Once upon a time?"

Danniella gave her a smile as she let her regain her thoughts. She respected her boundaries yet having owning rights over her. She was given a bunch of options and she shrugged, "I don't care, I'll do what you wanna do whether it's me going back to work or not" she spoke. Although she could go without the toys in her body. "Can you remove the toys inside me" she spoke she knew it was her uniform today but she didn't want it.

Alana looked at the girl and smiled softly, taking out the toys was simple, and she obeyed. Once she left all the toys off she removed the nipple chain. "Come to my quarters when you're done." Heading to the kitchen she grabbed some snacks and brought it up, ready to find one of her rare disc tape sets to put them on.

Golden girls was humorous and something like that was needed. She was certain she would have to rub one out tonight, her feelings for the girl was intense. Seeing Danniella like that turned her on, all day she has been and the girl didn't seem to care, or want to do anything about it. As she lay in the bed she wore barely nothing but a silkblack nightgown.

It didn't take Danniella long before she finally did her job. After that she went to her mistress' quarters in the clothing she was told to wear. "You wanted me to come, here I am... what do you have planned?" Danniella asked her curiously. Her mind was going all sorts of places but she didn't know what was going to happen right now. This woman always kept her on her toes.


A dominant and assertive woman, who takes pleasure in controlling situations. She appears to be physically stronger than Danniella, suggesting an imposing stature. Her personality is marked by a blend of dominance and affection; she enjoys pushing boundaries but also values honesty and rewards it accordingly. Despite her control over Danniella, she shows respect for her autonomy, never forcing her into unwanted situations. This indicates a complex character with a deep capacity for both power and empathy. Her desires towards Danniella suggest that she finds her highly attractive, hinting at Alana's own allure as part of their dynamic relationship.

Alana looked at the girl and smiled softly, taking out the toys was simple, and she obeyed. Once she left all the toys off she removed the nipple chain. "Come to my quarters when you're done." Heading to the kitchen she grabbed some snacks and brought it up, ready to find one of her rare disc tape sets to put them on.

Golden girls was humorous and something like that was needed. She was certain she would have to rub one out tonight, her feelings for the girl was intense. Seeing Danniella like that turned her on, all day she has been and the girl didn't seem to care, or want to do anything about it. As she lay in the bed she wore barely nothing but a silkblack nightgown.


A young white-haired Neko (humanoid cat) male with yellow eyes. He is a grateful and appreciative individual who is skilled in cooking. Resourceful and independent, he's lived alone for a long time. Despite being an orphan, he maintains a positive outlook and shows interest in Kira, expressing his intentions to win her heart.

Feeling the warmth of the blanket, felt wonderful as he smiled, a soft look easily to see on his face. "Well thank you again, seems I have to do that a lot, Kira," he said as he turned his head to look at her. "I am not from the city you see, I don't have anywhere to go, so I can't really turn down your kindness," he added in. "I also wouldn't turn down a offer to get to know such an amazing young woman as yourself either."

Alister smiled as he curled up a bit resting on his non hurt side as he slipped away into dream land. It had been a rather odd day, it had some really bad things that happened. Yet, at the end things seemed like the could really be turning out well for him. He smiled cause he had hope, that the life he had here in this city could be really something possibly in time.

Kira smiled and was rather glad he accepted to stay. She watched him for a moment until she knew he was asleep. After that, she left the living room and went up to her room. She realized she hadn't had a chance to change yet.

So once she was upstairs, she went into her bedroom and changed into a pair of shorts and a loose tee. Thinking for a moment, she went across the hall to one of the guest rooms. "I doubt that couch would be comfortable all night for him..." she said to herself, soon straightening the room up a bit and even putting cleaner sheets and blankets on it for her new guest.

Of course Alister got hungry, and woke up, he hadn't eaten all day, and well he was a hungry Neko. He woke up and slipped over to the kitchen, where he looked around for a bit. It took him a while to find everything he was looking for which was just a skillet and some eggs, which he used his good arm to cook up quickly before he made some quick bacon and then put the food on the table and got some milk. He hoped that Kira wasn't upset at him for taking this food, but he was hungry. He would pay her back for the food, or make her something special when he had the use of both arms again. He smiled as he took a bite of the eggs, when he heard footsteps coming towards him.

When Kira was done getting the guest bed ready, she smiled lightly to herself. Just the thought of actually having company in her home made her quite happy. She did get company from time to time, but never that of a Neko. Or even a male for that matter. Kira was in the best of moods today that it honestly surprised herself.

Now that the room was finished, she left it and made her way back downstairs. She wanted to check on Alister, but when she got to the living room, he wasn't there. Then, she smelt food, and knew he had to be in the kitchen. Finding him there she smiled softly. "You didn't really have to do that yourself." she said. "I could have done it for you." she added. She hoped the cooking wasn't too hard for him.

Alister looked up and smiled at the lovely dark haired young woman whom was at the entrance to the kitchen. "Well, I didn't think about that actually, I am used to cooking, have done it for a long while," he said with a smile as he looked at Kira. It was that of a kind of happy go lucky smile, that was somewhat fitting for him. "You see, I have lived alone for a long time, had to get by, and cooking is naturally someone one must then learn," he said with a grin. "Yeps, I am just a little orphan Neko," he said making fun of himself as he made the comment.

"Once my arm gets better, I will cook something fancy for you too, my payment for your kindness," he commented as he looked at her. "I think, or rather I hope you will like my cooking," he commented as he then returned to eating. "sit down, you can try a piece of bacon, I made a bit extra of it anyhow."

Kira felt a little bit bad when she heard his comment about him being an orphan Neko. Of course though she didn't show it and just simply smiled. "Well, you won't be alone for a few days." she said, since it was true. He was going to be here until he's better after all, so he won't be alone. She then stepped into the kitchen after that and got herself some of the bacon that he had made. "I have a guest room ready for you upstairs by the way." she said to him. "Figured a bed would be more comfortable than the couch." she added as she then sat down and took a bite of the bacon.

Alister looked over and nodded, "yeps your right, having someone to talk to will be a extremely nice change of pace, let me tell you," he said with a grin as he made the comment, his ears sticking up a bit as well. He fiddled with his food for a moment before he ate a bit more of it. He was going to have time to think to, and plan out his next move, that was going to be nice too. He looked up when he heard her comment and gave her a small nod, "Well that would be rather nice, thank you again. You know your boyfriend is going to get really jealous of all this attention that you are giving me," he said with a warm smile as he looked at Kira.

Kira took small bites of her bacon as she stared out the kitchen window. Her mind started to wander a bit but she soon brought her attention back to Alister, mainly when she caught the word 'boyfriend'. She laughed lightly at those words as she shook her head. "No, that won't happen." she said. "I don't have a boyfriend." she added, soon finishing the piece of bacon she had. She got another piece and ate some more.

Alister blinked then looked at Kira for a moment, she didn't have a boyfriend, her of all people didn't have one. He had known her for only a short bit true, but still from what he gathered about her personality added to her knock down amazing looks, that was a large surprise to the young Neko. A fact which could be seen on his face really easily, "Wow, I am surprise Kira, seriously, I wouldn't have ever guessed that, you so beautiful, so kind, you really have it all, the perfect package. Wow, city folks must be real idiots," he said before shaking his head and laughed a bit about it to himself before finishing up his food.

Kira laughed softly, yet blushed lightly. No one has ever thought of her like that, it was rather surprising. She looked down a bit at his words. "I don't know about that. I'm sure there are a lot of girls that are better looking than me but, I guess I just haven't found the right guy." she soon said to him. She has dated several times in the past, but they all just turned out to be jerks. Neither have been the right one, or even near it.

The young Neko looked at her, his yellow eyes focused on her as he blinked, and shook his head at her words, "Well then, I really am glad I am here with you, and you haven't found this right guy yet, means even I have a shot to win the heart of the princess," Alister said referring to Kira as the princess. He gave her a grin after the statement, as he looked at her, he had made his own intentions known to her, he wasn't sure of her reaction, but he figured he might as well be honest, even if it did get him in trouble from time to time.

Kira wasn't expecting to have heard him say that. She was quiet for a moment, as she looked down at the last piece of bacon on her plate. The thought of him wanting to be with her, wasn't bad. It was nice. He was cute, and seemed very kind so she wouldn't mind it at all. "Perhaps there is a chance for that." she soon said.

Alister looked at her eyes, as he blinked, her eyes were so beautiful. In fact she was extremely beautiful as he looked at her, she was so much more beautiful then any girl he ever saw during his time before coming to the city. He smiled warmly at her as he thought about what he should say. "You are beautiful, Kira, the most beautiful woman ever, I just hope that I don't cause you to much problems while I am here," he said as he looked at her. He had moved his chair closer to her own as he made the statement, and his tail bused up against her own leg just a bit as he sat there. His heart now was pounding quickly in his chest.


A young beautiful woman with dark hair who had just gotten done saying goodbye to her family, leaving their house to head back over to her place. Her personality is kind-hearted, caring, and hospitable. She is someone who hasn't had the best luck in relationships but remains hopeful in finding the right person.

Kira wasn't expecting to have heard him say that. She was quiet for a moment, as she looked down at the last piece of bacon on her plate. The thought of him wanting to be with her, wasn't bad. It was nice. He was cute, and seemed very kind so she wouldn't mind it at all. "Perhaps there is a chance for that." she soon said.


A rugged, well-traveled stallion, likely possessing a hardened physique from his experiences as a swordsman. His attire, which includes a dagger and sword, suggests he's always prepared for conflict. He carries himself confidently, often resorting humor or dismissive sarcasm when faced by threats. Despite his gruff exterior and direct approach in conversation, Swift displays an underlying wisdom and respect towards others' skills. He also exhibits charm and strategic thinking; he attempts diplomacy before violence and makes calculated advances towards Dart. However, his roguish demeanor hints at an opportunistic nature as he doesn't shy away from taking advantage of situations for personal gain or pleasure.

There was an eeriness to the place. Maybe it was its perceived emptiness. Perhaps it was the storm that howled outside. Or maybe it was the creaking of the wood and the soft gusts of air that blew through the rafters. Come to think of it, those creaks and gusts sounded awful close. Not to mention quiet, if they were from the storm leaking in. It was in this moment he felt himself being watched. He had no time to react before he heard her speak.

*Ah, shit.*

The stallion slowly raised his hands and turned to face the direction of the voice addressing him. "My intent is to not drown. I seem to have found my way into your home in search of shelter. I don't suppose you'd mind me staying the night, would you?" The stallion known as Swift relaxed his posture and let his arms to his sides. He stealthily let one of his hands slide behind him and grip the pommel of his dagger. It would be much quicker to draw than his sword should he need to.

What a simple trick, as if she wouldn't see the shifting of the wrist just so as this intruder reached for their weapon. Dart took in a sharp breath, honing her senses as she let a shuriken fly. The painted star of death struck the wood just shy of the stallion's foot, the metal humming as it remained embedded in the grain. "If staying is your intent, why move for your weapon?" She asked, shifting to a different vantage point amongst the rafters, keeping her position unclear. "Drop your weapons, all of them. Then you may stay, but only for a night."

That wasn't a chance that this pony would be allowed to have weapons in this place, especially if they were going to be so conniving and draw their dagger upon her in the dead of night. No, she'd not be sleeping for tonight. Under any normal circumstances Dart would have loved to be cordial, but breaking into her sanctum was not going to fly without a degree it skepticism. Especially when so many shadow prowled the hills at night, even here a pony couldn't be too careful.

Swift raised an eyebrow at the mare. And then he laughed. It wasn't a particularly disdainful laugh, but it was clear he didn't take her seriously. "I'm not dropping my weapons when you're the one making threats. Listen little lady, I know your type. You're one of those fancy fighters. You've practiced for years and think you know everything. Well, you lot don't know how to stuff your guts back in after you've been sliced open."

Swift relaxed his stance and turned away from Dart. "I'm sure you're a nice mare, try not to get yourself killed alright? Now I understand we got off on the wrong foot. I'm Swift. And I'm really interested in sleeping somewhere where I won't drown." The stallion meandered his way down through the nearest hall looking for a bed.

"So, you got a name?" He called back. "I figure I should at least know my host's name."

The stallion's remarks only garnered him silence, with nothing but the sounds of rain pattering against the roof giving him company. All the while Dart was deep in thought, twirling a shuriken in between her fingers. If anything, this Swift character did present her with a unique perspective. A slight against this holy place she could never forgive, never, but if this stallion's intentions were as true as he indicated than she'd be accommodating enough to let them stay the night. It was what her masters would have wanted, after all.

Stowing away her weapon, Dart closed her eyes and vaulted across the rafters as she followed Swift as he traversed the rather simplistic layout of the boxy structure. Though everywhere the stallion went, he found dusty room after dusty room stacked high with canvases depicting all manner of brightly saturated subjects in pastels and oils. Though across the sea of paintings there were clearly signs of beds wedged in the otherwise empty rooms.

A gust of wind fluttered behind Swift as the shadowy mare plummeted from the ceiling above. Straightening up from her crouching pose, the mare gazed at the interloper curiously with her one visible eye. "You may call me Dart."

As gruff as he may have seemed towards Dart, Swift meant no real disrespect. He observed the many paintings with his eyes only, lest he damage them with his sopping wetness. Ever so carefully, the stallion removed a mattress from one of the rooms and found himself a corner. "Don't worry about me none, young miss. I don't take up up much space and I'll be gone in the morning." He turned to address the mare as she spoke to him. "Well, nice to meet you Dart. I'm no philosopher or genius, but I'm assuming all these works are yours?"

Still talking, he casually disrobed and strung up his wet clothing. He rustled through his pack to find, thankfully, dry clothing and a blanket. "I wouldn't call myself a connoisseur of the arts. I'm a simple stallion. There might be some who call my sword a brush and that I paint with the blood of my enemies. But there's that fancy speak again. I just poke 'em till they stop moving." Now that he was dressed in dry clothing, the stallion settled into his bed.

"So what's your story? Pretty mare living all by herself making paintings and throwing sharp things at ponies. I bet you've got a tale or two to tell."

While aloof, Dart had never once taken her eyes off Swift, irises practically boring into his back all the while he picked his way through the rooms to retrieve a mattress. Why could he not just settle with where she'd already placed it? To Dart it seemed like a foolish waste of energy, but her mouth remained firmly sealed as she resolutely stood nearby. "Yes. They're mine," she put simply, not mincing words, sparing only those necessary to make a point.

As the intruder began to disrobe, Dart looked almost alarmed. Face draining of any little color it already seemed to possess, she quickly turned on her heal and faced away from Swift until they had assumed a far more sensible state of dress. "A sword is a decent weapon, but it's inferior to the art of the shadow," Dart wished to remind the stallion, keeping her position firmly rooted in what she knew. Swords were clumsy things, how ponies managed to use them was beyond her—though, if everyone had mastered her craft there would be no need of her.

While Swift had opted to lay down, Dart couldn't manage, staying rigidly stiff as she kept her back against a nearby wall. "There are no tales to tell, I cannot make light of my duty. I've lived and trained here all my life, that is all."

"Ah, now that's a broad statement. And a very wrong one." Comfy and settled into his temporary sleeping quarters, Swift rested his eyes as he kept talking. A talk about weapons and fighting was one of a few conversations that would never be boring to him. "I have no doubt you're good at what you do, but remember, so am I. In my travels, I've seen weapons and arts designed to counter others. Ponies debating the straight sword to the curved sword. But it all boils down to one thing."

"Never underestimate a master in his craft. Me personally, I'll take a sword over a spear any day. But I've met ponies who've trained with the spear their whole lives. Doing things with those pointy sticks I could never dream of. And it's thoughts like yours that are dangerous. It's my firm belief that in a one on one, sword beats spear. But I can always tell if someone's trained. And not underestimating that training is what's kept me alive. If you're not careful, you're gonna find yourself up against a swordsman who means to show you what he can really do. And if you keep thinking that you're going to beat him just because you fight one way, that's how you're gonna wind up dead."

"So word of advice, be the better fighter." Swift cracked an eye open to see if Dart was still listening to him. "Sorry to get all grim. Just telling you how it is in the world. I don't suppose you've seen too much of it, have you?"

All this talk was doing nothing to convince Dart of the value of the bladed arts. She'd heard the same spiel a hundred times from a hundred ponies, none of which had managed to continue on in their plane. Ranged weapons and stealth were better than any clumsy sword, and the mare knew this all too well. Regardless, not even her lip twitched to raise objection—she was not going to pursue this query, already it seemed futile to argue.

"Regardless of the circumstances of your entry, you are a guest in my house," her hushed tone still managing to float over towards Swift's ears, "Would you like a meal? Tea?" She'd admittedly already prepared a dinner meal for herself, a simple plate of rice and cooling herbal tea she'd left to cool in the other room. It would prove substantial enough for her guest anyhow, it perhaps was too late now for her to consider eating. Even the thought made her stomach mildly cramp in protest.

"I protect the Foal Mountains. I go where I am needed when ponies call, it's my duty to help them. It's... a work in progress," tugging at the woolen fabric of her scarf, Dart cleared her throat and pushed herself the wall, still looking relatively grim.

"I could eat if you're offering." Swift had intended on just passing out and being on his way, but his stomach was now awake at the thought of nourishment and wouldn't be complacent until it was satisfied. Tracking, fighting, and hiking back on only a few strips of hay jerky had left him with some powerful hunger pangs that he'd successfully ignored until now. So without much further thought on the matter, Swift decided that it would do him no good to not take advantage of his host's offer. He rose out of his comfortable position and went to follow Dart to where she might lead him.

"Tea sounds lovely as well, young miss." Besides, how could he turn down a meal with a cute mare such as herself? "Well if you get the chance, you ought to travel around a bit more. Plenty of work to be found. That's why I'm here after all, work seemed to be plentiful. Lots of little caves and nooks for unsavory types to be hiding around in up in these mountains. Unluckily for them, I'm well versed in being unsavory." He said with a grin.

"Suppose it's a good thing I'm here then. Not doubting your efforts, but a work in progress indeed. You've left me plenty of ponies who are willing to pay me for a bandit's head. But don't you worry none too much about me taking away from you. I'm not cheap, so they'll run out of money eventually. Then you can go back to being the noble protector. I figure I've got a few more contracts from the village just down the way. That's where I'm headed by the way. The owner of that lovely little vineyard will be happy to know his shipments of grapes aren't in danger anymore. Well, for now. Nothing is ever safe forever."

Dart had been ready to slide off to retrieve the food herself, not wishing to risk more unnecessary contact with this interloper. Though the fellow seemed insistent to follow, for which the warrior was in no position to refuse. Nothing was at stake, all valuables within this place had long since been removed to a secure place. All that was left were the innumerable canvases that decorated just about every surface.

"Come, please stay close," she instructed, leading the stallion back around a corner not far from the room he'd chosen and into the central sanctum. This place was clear of any paintings, with only the wide wooden floors ingrained in various dark patterns and paper doors bordering the far sides of the chamber. A small shine had been assembled in the center of the space, where Dart had been within deep medication previously, the incense long since extinguished. A modest tray of tea and rice had been assembled not far away, with a single worn pillow on one side.

Dart rounded the tray and sat on the hardwood floor, tucking her tail about. Although she hadn't let it show, the mare's ears rung shamefully from being addressed as 'cute'. Her eyes drifted off for a moment, the one visible iris clouded as the ninja seemed to think. While Swift had been talking she hadn't paid attention to a single word, wondering just how she was failing to protect the region adequately. Had her number of contracts been insufficient? Perhaps the number of patrols had to be increased to root out the gangs of ruffians... it was unclear.

That voice began worming its way back into her mind, rooting Dart out from her daze as she shook her head quickly. "I apologize, were you talking?" She asked, adjusting herself carefully and sweeping her tail across the floor behind her in a steady arc. "I've heard of the bandit troubles, been tracking them for several days. I returned here to collect supplies for tomorrow's scouting run."

Swift followed closely behind Dart, but kept a respectful distance. At least enough to glance down and take a look at her hindquarters. Alas, her clothes weren't tight enough to get a good look. Rounding about the shrine, Swift decided to take the floor option himself and passed the pillow towards Dart. He reached for the food and happily dug in. He paused when he noted Dart sitting in deep thought. "You're not going to eat?"

When she broke out of her deep thought, Swift pushed it more. "You should eat. I'll make you some if you want. Least I can do for you letting me stay." He took a sip of the tea and returned to the subject of the bandits. "It's not the worst I've seen. But I've not seen a lot of other ponies besides us doing anything, so there's the problem. I'd stick around and help, if you could afford me. Otherwise I'll just keep moving round the mountains til work dries up."

It was around this time that Swift realized he was alone with a mare that had been alone for a long time herself. Everypony has needs. He'd been unable as of yet to acquaint himself with the local whores, something he was determined to do when more coin jingled in his pocket. But for now, perhaps this Dart and he could make something happen. "I can't imagine it's been easy, being here by yourself and working so hard to protect these mountains." He ever so gently leaned towards her. "Perhaps there's something I could do to help... ease your tension. You could certainly keep an eye on me if we shared the same bed."


A solitary mare characterized by an athletic build and agile movements indicative of her ninja-like skills. She dresses in a manner conducive for stealth and mobility, wearing darker or muted colors. She covers part of her face. As a person, Dart is highly disciplined, reserved, and somewhat aloof. She values her privacy and reacts sharply when it's threatened but also displays hospitality towards guests once their intentions are clear. Despite her serious demeanor, she shows hints of vulnerability; she is self-conscious about her combat abilities and seems affected by loneliness due to her isolated lifestyle. Her dedication towards protecting Foal Mountains speaks volumes about her sense of duty and responsibility.

Dart had been ready to slide off to retrieve the food herself, not wishing to risk more unnecessary contact with this interloper. Though the fellow seemed insistent to follow, for which the warrior was in no position to refuse. Nothing was at stake, all valuables within this place had long since been removed to a secure place. All that was left were the innumerable canvases that decorated just about every surface.

"Come, please stay close," she instructed, leading the stallion back around a corner not far from the room he'd chosen and into the central sanctum. This place was clear of any paintings, with only the wide wooden floors ingrained in various dark patterns and paper doors bordering the far sides of the chamber. A small shine had been assembled in the center of the space, where Dart had been within deep medication previously, the incense long since extinguished. A modest tray of tea and rice had been assembled not far away, with a single worn pillow on one side.

Dart rounded the tray and sat on the hardwood floor, tucking her tail about. Although she hadn't let it show, the mare's ears rung shamefully from being addressed as 'cute'. Her eyes drifted off for a moment, the one visible iris clouded as the ninja seemed to think. While Swift had been talking she hadn't paid attention to a single word, wondering just how she was failing to protect the region adequately. Had her number of contracts been insufficient? Perhaps the number of patrols had to be increased to root out the gangs of ruffians... it was unclear.

That voice began worming its way back into her mind, rooting Dart out from her daze as she shook her head quickly. "I apologize, were you talking?" She asked, adjusting herself carefully and sweeping her tail across the floor behind her in a steady arc. "I've heard of the bandit troubles, been tracking them for several days. I returned here to collect supplies for tomorrow's scouting run."


A man hardened by his time in the military and as a prisoner of war. His physical appearance reflects this, with a strong, muscular build that speaks to years of rigorous training and survival. He has an intense gaze that can be both intimidating and alluring. Despite his tough exterior, he shows signs of vulnerability through his flashbacks and struggles to adjust to civilian life. He possesses a certain charm but also exhibits predatory tendencies, likely developed during his captivity. His dominant personality is evident in how he interacts with others, particularly women.

Marcus stepped off the transport and looked around at the airport. The same airport he had left ten years before. It didn't seem real. Four years in the army and six years in a prison somewhere in Iran, most likely, but nobody had ever figured it out exactly.

His time in there was something he didn't talk about. It was actually something that the military was finding a bit difficult to come to grips with, that there had been 16 prisoners from all branches of the service, 8 men and 8 women, and none of them would speak a word of what had happened to them in the prison.

The good news was that he was home, although he wasn't sure how good that was. It felt too odd. The other good news was that he had six years of back hazard pay in his bank account. Money wouldn't be an issue for quite a while.

His parents were dead, car accident. He'd learned that they'd left enough in life insurance to care for his sister and pay off the house. She'd been cared for by her Aunt, who was living in the house with her. But, now that she was 18, Aunt Marge was planning on moving out, especially since he was coming home.

He walked into the terminal and couldn't find her. However, through process of elimination, he noticed the curvy redhead staring at him intently. "You... you can't be my sister. Can you?"

Melanie was holding a sign containing her brother's rank and their last name. Honestly, she was beyond nervous about this. She hadn't seen him in ten long years. She had been 8 when he left for the military. Things had changed dramatically in that time. Their parents had died in a car accident, her aunt had moved in with her for two years, and now, Melanie had access to all this money left in life insurance. So much so that she'd paid off the house and put it under her own name.

Still, she was nervous. She and her brother Marcus had talked a lot in the beginning, but then he was taken as a POW, and she hadn't heard a word from him in years. Hell, she only found out he was coming home when a commanding officer showed up at her door earlier that morning.

A man she didn't recognize approached her, and instinctively, Melanie hugged him. "Wow. It's really you..." Melanie said a bit breathlessly as she pulled away.

"Yeah... it's me. Holy shit, Melanie. I uh... I don't even recognize you. Like, so many people, you can see their faces as a kid and know it's them, but you are uh..."

He looked over her curves with an almost predator-like eye, a thing he couldn't help after what he'd been through. "You're all grown up, aren't you baby sis." He picked up his bag that he'd set down.

"That's all the luggage I have," he said. "You spend years MIA, they lose their stuff, not that I had much anyway. So, would you mind if we grabbed some pizza? I'm so fucking hungry for real American pizza I could die. You have no idea how much you want something until you can't have it. Can we do Pizza Inn? I'm so hungry, I think I could hit that buffet and bankrupt them today."

"I thought you were dead." Melanie said before listening to her brother seem to lose his words as he stared at her. There was almost an alluring way he seemed to check her out, as if he really liked her body. "I know... I grew up and became a plus sized woman. Compared to how you turned out, it makes no sense." Melanie said, blushing. She didn't have a problem with her weight, but her brother was the only man who'd ever seemed to appreciate what he saw in her body.

"All legal and doing online college in a few months." Melanie said softly, looking at him as he picked up the bag he'd set down. She frowned as he explained that having been missing, the military lost all of his things. Soon enough, he was asking about going to a pizza place they had loved as kids, and she laughed.

"Sure. Uh, come on." Melanie said with a smile. "So uh... are you, you know... okay?"

Marcus hung on that phrase 'all legal'. Shit, he shouldn't let those thoughts drift though his mind. "I'm uh... I'm fine. I think I'm just going to be weird for a bit, so bear with me." They got to the car and he figured he'd let her drive, it had been quite a while since he had. As they drove, his eyes drifted over her.

"Plus sized is amazing," he said, looking forward again. "One of the prisoners I was in with, Jenny. She was an amazing curvy girl and she was... well, she was something. They locked us up together sometimes and we got along very well. So, you're in good company."

They got to the restaurant and he smelled the aromas. This had been one of his high school hangouts, he and his buddies coming in and devouring the buffet as only teenage boys could. He felt like he could eat as much as his whole squad could.

They filled their plates and grabbed a table, but after a heaping plate of pizza he chuckled. "I uh, I guess my stomach might have been bigger than my eyes. Still, I think I can fit a bit more in."

"Weird how?" Melanie asked softly. She raised an eyebrow as he said being plus sized was amazing, and mentioned he'd had some good times with a girl who was plus sized. "Oh yeah?" Melanie asked with a smile. "I can only imagine the kinds of things you did with her in prison." Melanie teased with a smile. "Must have been boring."

They got to the restaurant and Melanie walked in with her brother, filling their plates and grabbing a table. "I used to come here all the time after you stopped calling. It started to feel like this was the only place I could still be close to you." Melanie admitted softly. Then, she began eating, letting out soft moans at the taste of the amazing food. "It's okay, we can take it to go."

"No, no. Let's just hang out here for a bit. I'm not sure if I'm quite ready or home. Holy shit. I can grab a beer! I can't believe I didn't think of that." Marcus flagged down a waitress who quickly delivered a big frosty mug. "But we haven't talked about you. You're finishing high school. Dating anyone? Clubs? Hell, everything. You've lived a whole life since I've been gone. Tell me about it."

Listening to Marcus, Melanie couldn't help but giggle. "You got old, brother." Melanie teased, watching as he got himself a beer.

She raised an eyebrow at his questions. "Uh... Dating? No, not really." Melanie said awkwardly. "Apparently it's a turn off to everyone, chastity. Or it's my size. It's really probably both. You don't really see girls like me around here." Melanie explained softly. "When you disappeared, I lost my best friend. I found religion. It was like... this last resort for me, hoping somehow, you'd be okay." Melanie explained.

"It's kind of a joke, honestly. I lost my best friend, and who knows if you'll ever be that person to me again... And then I lost my parents." Melanie said softly. "I don't know. Kind of feels like it was pointless, waiting for some idea of a perfect guy when really, I should have just let the few guys who ever saw me as fuckable actually fuck me."

"Well, those guys are idiots," Marcus said. He actually grabbed a little food to go after he finished his beer and they headed back to the house. It felt empty without their parents, but at least Melanie was still there. They caught up a little bit more before he went to bed, as they were getting ready, he stopped by her room and caught her in a very nice, silky teddy outfit.

He just stopped and stared, almost with a wolf's eye. "Is that what you always wear to bed?" he asked. "Because I approve." He went to her and hugged her then... a bit unusual given her state of undress. Of course, he was dressed in simple boxer-briefs. "Well, it's great to be back, little sister. I'm happy I'm here."

He said that while holding her face in his hand and for a moment it seemed he might kiss her. But then, he gave a gentle tug off her hair, returning to his room. His room was much different, his parents long ago having converted it to a guest room with a big queen sized bed. He stripped his clothes and went to sleep, naked on top of the covers, door open.

Back in her bedroom, Melanie slipped into her pajamas, a silky thin dress. Marcus hugged her, it feeling a little weird considering he was in boxers and she wasn't a little girl anymore. "I'm glad you're back Marcus." Melanie said softly, watching as it seemed like Marcus was tempted to kiss her. Instead, he tugged on her hair before leaving.

Melanie fell asleep on top of her covers, her dress riding up revealing no underwear underneath her skimpy dress. Now that her brother was home, Melanie felt a bit more at ease, but she was still a very light sleeper.

Marcus was in the prison. He was in his cell the bell went off. He walked around, but the place felt different. He got to Jenny's room and was asleep. He didn't want to wake her, but he also knew they had orders. Sex, or punishment. Not sure how to resolve it, he sat down on the edge her bed and stared straightforward, stroking his cock.

He knew they were watching, the captors. If he did this until Jenny woke up, they couldn't punish them. When she woke up, he'd fuck her like he had so many times before. She liked that. She liked it rough. He did, too.

Melanie awoke with a start, realizing someone was on her bed. She tried to get her bearings, but was surprised to see her brother Marcus sitting on her bed, stroking an impressively sized cock. "Holy..." Melanie said, staring at his cock. "Is that... like... a normal size for a cock?" Melanie asked, completely unaware her brother was not thinking of her as his sister.

Marcus heard someone in the room speaking, but couldn't make it out. "Well, Jenny, are you going to do your job? Your hand-job that is. I don't have all night." He didn't look at Melanie, just kept staring straight forward, seeing the walls of the prison in front of him.

Melanie had to admit that watching her brother was getting her hot and bothered, despite the fact that he had no idea what was going on. He didn't know who she was and kept calling her Jenny, but eventually, Melanie sighed.

Slowly, Melanie moved off of her bed and got on her knees in front of her brother. This was a first for her and it was beyond wrong, but she'd read it was better to just go with whatever flashback rather than trying to snap him out of it. She licked over his huge length and then opened her mouth wide and took as much of it into her mouth as she could, and sucked, very obviously inexperienced in what she was trying to do.

Marcus felt her lips and kept staring straight-forward. He grabbed her hair and gave a gentle slap to her face. "You know the rules, Jenny. Handjob first, then blowjob. The guards expect a full show. If you don't do it right, we get whippings, and not the good kind." He reached down and caressed a breast. She felt different, a little bigger breasts than he remembered, but he liked it.

Melanie was shocked when Marcus grabbed her hair and yanked her back before slapping her face. God, she was really out of her depths here, and she kind of wished he would snap out of it soon. But there was another part of her that kind of liked her brother's dominance, that turned her on.

So she complied, slowly moving both of her hands so one could stroke his length and pick up speed, while the other played with her brother's balls. Again, making her wonder if all men were as big as Marcus seemed to be. She let out a soft moan as she felt his hand on her breast as she gained more speed in how her hand was stroking his massive cock.

"That's a good girl," Marcus whispered, his cock growing even harder and longer. A guard had told him that it was his cock that had saved his life. Fahal alkhayl had been his nickname. 'Stallion' in Arabic. The captors had enjoyed a good show, and a longer tool always helped with such things.

He let her stroke him and began to moan. It had been almost a week since they'd set the prisoners free in the desert and they'd been rescued. He hadn't had sex in all that time. "Good, Jenny. You can suck now. Suck that big cock and make me cum. Swallow half of it and spray the rest on your tits. Put on a show, you sexy girl."

Watching her brother's cock get harder and longer was shocking. Melanie'd never really seen a cock before, let alone one grow hard with her actions. It seemed so big, but his moans were encouraging her. After all, it wasn't like Melanie really knew what she was doing. Only that she couldn't stop.

When he told her to suck, Melanie moved back down and eagerly went back to her attempt at sucking him off. She was finding she kind of liked the feeling of a man's cock in her mouth and even down her throat like this, even though she was inexperienced and using more teeth than she should. Melanie pulled back for a quick moment to take off her nightgown as he explained he wanted her to swallow some of it and spray half on her tits. She did love him calling her sexy, even if it wasn't meant for her.

It took Melanie longer than most to bring her brother to cum, and she let him fill her mouth before pulling back and letting his cock keep spilling cum on her tits.

Marcus groaned a bit, trying to be loud because it played better for the camera. He loved the feeling of the spunk shooting out of him, all over her tits. He looked down for the first time, but he wasn't really looking, being in the sleepwalking state that he was.

He reached down and covered his hand in his own cum from her tits and wiped it across her face. "Well done," he said. "Now keep that spunk on you until the morning, Jenny. And use my cum to get yourself off. It will get us real eggs for breakfast."

He stood up and walked back to his bed, lying down again, naked atop the covers. He dreamed strange dreams though. Blurry visions of cumming on his sister's tits drifted through his mind. He awoke in the morning and slipped on his underwear, walking to the kitchen to make some coffee, his cock stiff and evident in his shorts, trying to escape above the waistband.


A curvaceous, plus-sized 18 years old woman with fiery red hair. She has grown into her body and carries herself with a quiet confidence despite some insecurities about her weight. She's compassionate and understanding, evident in how she handles her brother's trauma. Despite being inexperienced in certain aspects of life such as relationships, she exhibits maturity beyond her years due to the hardships she's faced at a young age. Her resilience shines through in her ability to adapt to changes and make difficult decisions when confronted with unexpected situations.

Marcus stepped off the transport and looked around at the airport. The same airport he had left ten years before. It didn't seem real. Four years in the army and six years in a prison somewhere in Iran, most likely, but nobody had ever figured it out exactly.

His time in there was something he didn't talk about. It was actually something that the military was finding a bit difficult to come to grips with, that there had been 16 prisoners from all branches of the service, 8 men and 8 women, and none of them would speak a word of what had happened to them in the prison.

The good news was that he was home, although he wasn't sure how good that was. It felt too odd. The other good news was that he had six years of back hazard pay in his bank account. Money wouldn't be an issue for quite a while.

His parents were dead, car accident. He'd learned that they'd left enough in life insurance to care for his sister and pay off the house. She'd been cared for by her Aunt, who was living in the house with her. But, now that she was 18, Aunt Marge was planning on moving out, especially since he was coming home.

He walked into the terminal and couldn't find her. However, through process of elimination, he noticed the curvy redhead staring at him intently. "You... you can't be my sister. Can you?"

Melanie was holding a sign containing her brother's rank and their last name. Honestly, she was beyond nervous about this. She hadn't seen him in ten long years. She had been 8 when he left for the military. Things had changed dramatically in that time. Their parents had died in a car accident, her aunt had moved in with her for two years, and now, Melanie had access to all this money left in life insurance. So much so that she'd paid off the house and put it under her own name.

Still, she was nervous. She and her brother Marcus had talked a lot in the beginning, but then he was taken as a POW, and she hadn't heard a word from him in years. Hell, she only found out he was coming home when a commanding officer showed up at her door earlier that morning.

A man she didn't recognize approached her, and instinctively, Melanie hugged him. "Wow. It's really you..." Melanie said a bit breathlessly as she pulled away.

"Yeah... it's me. Holy shit, Melanie. I uh... I don't even recognize you. Like, so many people, you can see their faces as a kid and know it's them, but you are uh..."

He looked over her curves with an almost predator-like eye, a thing he couldn't help after what he'd been through. "You're all grown up, aren't you baby sis." He picked up his bag that he'd set down.

"That's all the luggage I have," he said. "You spend years MIA, they lose their stuff, not that I had much anyway. So, would you mind if we grabbed some pizza? I'm so fucking hungry for real American pizza I could die. You have no idea how much you want something until you can't have it. Can we do Pizza Inn? I'm so hungry, I think I could hit that buffet and bankrupt them today."

"I thought you were dead." Melanie said before listening to her brother seem to lose his words as he stared at her. There was almost an alluring way he seemed to check her out, as if he really liked her body. "I know... I grew up and became a plus sized woman. Compared to how you turned out, it makes no sense." Melanie said, blushing. She didn't have a problem with her weight, but her brother was the only man who'd ever seemed to appreciate what he saw in her body.

"All legal and doing online college in a few months." Melanie said softly, looking at him as he picked up the bag he'd set down. She frowned as he explained that having been missing, the military lost all of his things. Soon enough, he was asking about going to a pizza place they had loved as kids, and she laughed.

"Sure. Uh, come on." Melanie said with a smile. "So uh... are you, you know... okay?"

Marcus hung on that phrase 'all legal'. Shit, he shouldn't let those thoughts drift though his mind. "I'm uh... I'm fine. I think I'm just going to be weird for a bit, so bear with me." They got to the car and he figured he'd let her drive, it had been quite a while since he had. As they drove, his eyes drifted over her.

"Plus sized is amazing," he said, looking forward again. "One of the prisoners I was in with, Jenny. She was an amazing curvy girl and she was... well, she was something. They locked us up together sometimes and we got along very well. So, you're in good company."

They got to the restaurant and he smelled the aromas. This had been one of his high school hangouts, he and his buddies coming in and devouring the buffet as only teenage boys could. He felt like he could eat as much as his whole squad could.

They filled their plates and grabbed a table, but after a heaping plate of pizza he chuckled. "I uh, I guess my stomach might have been bigger than my eyes. Still, I think I can fit a bit more in."

"Weird how?" Melanie asked softly. She raised an eyebrow as he said being plus sized was amazing, and mentioned he'd had some good times with a girl who was plus sized. "Oh yeah?" Melanie asked with a smile. "I can only imagine the kinds of things you did with her in prison." Melanie teased with a smile. "Must have been boring."

They got to the restaurant and Melanie walked in with her brother, filling their plates and grabbing a table. "I used to come here all the time after you stopped calling. It started to feel like this was the only place I could still be close to you." Melanie admitted softly. Then, she began eating, letting out soft moans at the taste of the amazing food. "It's okay, we can take it to go."

"No, no. Let's just hang out here for a bit. I'm not sure if I'm quite ready or home. Holy shit. I can grab a beer! I can't believe I didn't think of that." Marcus flagged down a waitress who quickly delivered a big frosty mug. "But we haven't talked about you. You're finishing high school. Dating anyone? Clubs? Hell, everything. You've lived a whole life since I've been gone. Tell me about it."

Listening to Marcus, Melanie couldn't help but giggle. "You got old, brother." Melanie teased, watching as he got himself a beer.

She raised an eyebrow at his questions. "Uh... Dating? No, not really." Melanie said awkwardly. "Apparently it's a turn off to everyone, chastity. Or it's my size. It's really probably both. You don't really see girls like me around here." Melanie explained softly. "When you disappeared, I lost my best friend. I found religion. It was like... this last resort for me, hoping somehow, you'd be okay." Melanie explained.

"It's kind of a joke, honestly. I lost my best friend, and who knows if you'll ever be that person to me again... And then I lost my parents." Melanie said softly. "I don't know. Kind of feels like it was pointless, waiting for some idea of a perfect guy when really, I should have just let the few guys who ever saw me as fuckable actually fuck me."

"Well, those guys are idiots," Marcus said. He actually grabbed a little food to go after he finished his beer and they headed back to the house. It felt empty without their parents, but at least Melanie was still there. They caught up a little bit more before he went to bed, as they were getting ready, he stopped by her room and caught her in a very nice, silky teddy outfit.

He just stopped and stared, almost with a wolf's eye. "Is that what you always wear to bed?" he asked. "Because I approve." He went to her and hugged her then... a bit unusual given her state of undress. Of course, he was dressed in simple boxer-briefs. "Well, it's great to be back, little sister. I'm happy I'm here."

He said that while holding her face in his hand and for a moment it seemed he might kiss her. But then, he gave a gentle tug off her hair, returning to his room. His room was much different, his parents long ago having converted it to a guest room with a big queen sized bed. He stripped his clothes and went to sleep, naked on top of the covers, door open.

Back in her bedroom, Melanie slipped into her pajamas, a silky thin dress. Marcus hugged her, it feeling a little weird considering he was in boxers and she wasn't a little girl anymore. "I'm glad you're back Marcus." Melanie said softly, watching as it seemed like Marcus was tempted to kiss her. Instead, he tugged on her hair before leaving.

Melanie fell asleep on top of her covers, her dress riding up revealing no underwear underneath her skimpy dress. Now that her brother was home, Melanie felt a bit more at ease, but she was still a very light sleeper.

Marcus was in the prison. He was in his cell the bell went off. He walked around, but the place felt different. He got to Jenny's room and was asleep. He didn't want to wake her, but he also knew they had orders. Sex, or punishment. Not sure how to resolve it, he sat down on the edge her bed and stared straightforward, stroking his cock.

He knew they were watching, the captors. If he did this until Jenny woke up, they couldn't punish them. When she woke up, he'd fuck her like he had so many times before. She liked that. She liked it rough. He did, too.

Melanie awoke with a start, realizing someone was on her bed. She tried to get her bearings, but was surprised to see her brother Marcus sitting on her bed, stroking an impressively sized cock. "Holy..." Melanie said, staring at his cock. "Is that... like... a normal size for a cock?" Melanie asked, completely unaware her brother was not thinking of her as his sister.

Marcus heard someone in the room speaking, but couldn't make it out. "Well, Jenny, are you going to do your job? Your hand-job that is. I don't have all night." He didn't look at Melanie, just kept staring straight forward, seeing the walls of the prison in front of him.

Melanie had to admit that watching her brother was getting her hot and bothered, despite the fact that he had no idea what was going on. He didn't know who she was and kept calling her Jenny, but eventually, Melanie sighed.

Slowly, Melanie moved off of her bed and got on her knees in front of her brother. This was a first for her and it was beyond wrong, but she'd read it was better to just go with whatever flashback rather than trying to snap him out of it. She licked over his huge length and then opened her mouth wide and took as much of it into her mouth as she could, and sucked, very obviously inexperienced in what she was trying to do.

Marcus felt her lips and kept staring straight-forward. He grabbed her hair and gave a gentle slap to her face. "You know the rules, Jenny. Handjob first, then blowjob. The guards expect a full show. If you don't do it right, we get whippings, and not the good kind." He reached down and caressed a breast. She felt different, a little bigger breasts than he remembered, but he liked it.

Melanie was shocked when Marcus grabbed her hair and yanked her back before slapping her face. God, she was really out of her depths here, and she kind of wished he would snap out of it soon. But there was another part of her that kind of liked her brother's dominance, that turned her on.

So she complied, slowly moving both of her hands so one could stroke his length and pick up speed, while the other played with her brother's balls. Again, making her wonder if all men were as big as Marcus seemed to be. She let out a soft moan as she felt his hand on her breast as she gained more speed in how her hand was stroking his massive cock.

"That's a good girl," Marcus whispered, his cock growing even harder and longer. A guard had told him that it was his cock that had saved his life. Fahal alkhayl had been his nickname. 'Stallion' in Arabic. The captors had enjoyed a good show, and a longer tool always helped with such things.

He let her stroke him and began to moan. It had been almost a week since they'd set the prisoners free in the desert and they'd been rescued. He hadn't had sex in all that time. "Good, Jenny. You can suck now. Suck that big cock and make me cum. Swallow half of it and spray the rest on your tits. Put on a show, you sexy girl."

Watching her brother's cock get harder and longer was shocking. Melanie'd never really seen a cock before, let alone one grow hard with her actions. It seemed so big, but his moans were encouraging her. After all, it wasn't like Melanie really knew what she was doing. Only that she couldn't stop.

When he told her to suck, Melanie moved back down and eagerly went back to her attempt at sucking him off. She was finding she kind of liked the feeling of a man's cock in her mouth and even down her throat like this, even though she was inexperienced and using more teeth than she should. Melanie pulled back for a quick moment to take off her nightgown as he explained he wanted her to swallow some of it and spray half on her tits. She did love him calling her sexy, even if it wasn't meant for her.

It took Melanie longer than most to bring her brother to cum, and she let him fill her mouth before pulling back and letting his cock keep spilling cum on her tits.

Marcus groaned a bit, trying to be loud because it played better for the camera. He loved the feeling of the spunk shooting out of him, all over her tits. He looked down for the first time, but he wasn't really looking, being in the sleepwalking state that he was.

He reached down and covered his hand in his own cum from her tits and wiped it across her face. "Well done," he said. "Now keep that spunk on you until the morning, Jenny. And use my cum to get yourself off. It will get us real eggs for breakfast."

He stood up and walked back to his bed, lying down again, naked atop the covers. He dreamed strange dreams though. Blurry visions of cumming on his sister's tits drifted through his mind. He awoke in the morning and slipped on his underwear, walking to the kitchen to make some coffee, his cock stiff and evident in his shorts, trying to escape above the waistband.

Melanie felt like she was having some sort of insane dream. Her brother was handsome, his cum had been hot, especially when he wiped it on her face and then demanded she keep it on her. Suddenly, just like that, Marcus was gone, telling her to get herself off. Melanie had never done that, nor did she know how to, but thankfully, Marcus wasn't going to be watching, so she didn't try.

It was a restless night for Melanie though. Her mind was still reeling and she barely knew how to process what she had just been through. Once Marcus entered the kitchen in the morning, Melanie left her room, still naked, her tits and face covered in his cum as she went to confront him. "Are we going to talk about what happened?"


A man struggling with an unusual condition that makes him crave raw meat, leading him to describe himself as demon-like. His self-deprecating humor and his willingness to protect Agatha at all costs reveal a strong, protective personality with a sense of responsibility. He demonstrates both sensitivity and sensuality in his interactions with Agatha, hinting at a complex emotional depth. His description of himself as angelic yet demonic suggests an imposing or striking figure. His survival skills and ability to strategize further imply he might be physically fit and adept at handling the challenges of their post-apocalyptic world.

Gabe looked down at himself. "I look more like a demon, though," he said laughing. "Ah, that must be it, I am the angel who fell for the love of a human. I'd happily walk through hell for my Agatha."

He wrapped her up in his arms again, only for a moment. "I already said I forgive you. Now don't go offering to make anything up to me if you're not ready for the consequences. You already know what I want to do." His voice was darkly sensual, but with another quick kiss to her forehead he let her go and laughed it off. He wanted nothing more than to have all of her all to himself. He wanted to make her laugh again. And make other noises...

"As for what we should be doing, we should be putting some distance between us and this place. I don't think there's anything here left worth taking. And there's too many places for zombies to hide and not enough places for us to."

Agatha stared at him and shook her head. She didn't see him as a demon and hated that he thought so too. As he wrapped his arms around her and embraced him in a hug, she sighed, stepping into it at a relaxing pace. At his mention of what he wanted to do to her, her eyes widened. Did he mean? No? He possibly couldn't have meant he wants her, sexually. She stayed quiet not knowing what to say.

"You never know, but I will make it up you." She explained before feeling his lips on her forehead. Backing up she nodded. "Then we go. Wherever you want, I'm coming. I am not leaving your side though. Also, Gabe?" She asked staring up at him for a minute. "You'll tell me if it gets worse, right?"

She didn't ever want to hear him say worse things, but if she had too, she would make sure she was by his side till the very end.

Gabe rifled through the other backpack for the map, and took a minute to orient himself. "We're right here. And here are the towns we've been to so far... It seems like we should probably start heading west. Fewer big cities that way, so less chance of zombies and more chance of survivors. I think as long as I can get something to eat soon, it won't get any worse. But yeah, of course I'll tell you." That was the other reason he wanted to leave immediately. The longer he stayed hungry, the more danger Agatha was in. That jerky had turned his stomach, but at least it was something. He needed something that was alive. "But listen. If I tell you to leave or back off, it'll be for a good reason. Don't take it personally, because like you said I want to be right by your side as much as possible. But I have a feeling I'm going to have to do some things... that you won't want to see."

"Before we go west though. We need to visit a couple of places in the city, to be sure we have what we need. We're both gonna need more food than what's in that backpack, in case we meet somebody we want to trade with or buy information from. And we both are going to need new shoes and clothes now that the weather is about to change. So I'm thinking the mall for the clothes and supplies. Not the big one, it'll be looted already, one of the smaller outdoor strips. And I'm going to need to find food, so... I'm sure if I get desperate I could try the aquarium, but to the park should have what I need." He'd thought about a pet store, morbid as that was, but all those animals were in very small cages and likely would have died long ago from lack of food. Except maybe fish. They were known to eat each other so there might still be some alive. That was the thought process behind the aquarium. As long as they could reproduce and eat without human intervention, there was sure to be something still alive in there. But the park seemed a lot more pleasant a prospect, not to mention more open.

Agatha looked at him carefully as he spoke taking in what he wanted to say. His mention of her having to back off for a while and it is a good reason she nodded. She didn't want to but she assumed that was what he wanted, for the reason of eating. "Did the human food suck that much?" She asked, curious if he really hated all of it or maybe raw chicken or something could do him good enough. She had always thought about it lately, running and starting their own farm, keeping things to themselves and living off the land.

Foraging and things that would help them survive. "Okay, outdoor strip, you and I. Come on." She said offering him her hand. She didn't know if she was taking in everything because she felt like it would all be over in the blink of an eye, or maybe the the fact that they both admitted things last night, made everything seem more real. That they both had feelings for each other.

She never admitted to seeing him in that light before, but now as her brain thought about it, she did find him very attractive, not that she ever had acted much on it. The last time she had a crush was in high school for the boy on the football team, thinking back that even felt like a millennia ago.

"Yeah. I don't know how to describe it. I used to love jerky. But now it tastes... dead. Like trying to eat something spoiled and green. But I'm still craving meat, so the only other choices are canned meat, which might have the same effect if I'm being perfectly honest, but I still want to try to be sure, and live meat. I've never hunted a day in my life. Never even been fishing, so this is gonna be a big learning curve." They both knew what Gabe was really craving. There was no avoiding that fact. But if he'd have to get used to raw squirrels and pigeons that would be much preferable. There was another possibility too, but he didn't want to think about that just yet.

He fished in the backpack one more time, now for a local map they had gotten from a highway rest stop. He soon located multiple parks and strip malls and had them and their current hideout circled. "Those two look like our best bet. They're between here and the highway and right across the street from each other. And hey, let's not forget to check the cars as we go. You never know what you'll find in one."

He was trying not to think too much about the situation between him and Agatha. He'd acted like a jerk to her earlier, and in all reality she shouldn't want to be with him. He had to focus on keeping her safe and alive. As soon as they found someplace decent with lots of people, he would have to leave her. She wouldn't like it, but there was no way a place like that would let him in. So it was better not to toy with her feelings since it was inevitable that they would get separated.


A resilient and compassionate 24 years old woman, who despite the harsh reality of their world, maintains an empathetic and caring nature. She's willing to stand by Gabe's side regardless of the danger he might pose due to his unusual cravings. Her quiet contemplation shows her thoughtful and introspective personality. Her actions hint at a strength that may be reflected in her physique. She handles the post-apocalyptic environment with determination and adaptability.

"Yeah. I don't know how to describe it. I used to love jerky. But now it tastes... dead. Like trying to eat something spoiled and green. But I'm still craving meat, so the only other choices are canned meat, which might have the same effect if I'm being perfectly honest, but I still want to try to be sure, and live meat. I've never hunted a day in my life. Never even been fishing, so this is gonna be a big learning curve." They both knew what Gabe was really craving. There was no avoiding that fact. But if he'd have to get used to raw squirrels and pigeons that would be much preferable. There was another possibility too, but he didn't want to think about that just yet.

He fished in the backpack one more time, now for a local map they had gotten from a highway rest stop. He soon located multiple parks and strip malls and had them and their current hideout circled. "Those two look like our best bet. They're between here and the highway and right across the street from each other. And hey, let's not forget to check the cars as we go. You never know what you'll find in one."

He was trying not to think too much about the situation between him and Agatha. He'd acted like a jerk to her earlier, and in all reality she shouldn't want to be with him. He had to focus on keeping her safe and alive. As soon as they found someplace decent with lots of people, he would have to leave her. She wouldn't like it, but there was no way a place like that would let him in. So it was better not to toy with her feelings since it was inevitable that they would get separated.

Agatha stared at him softly as he spoke, shaking her head for a minute. "Please don't take this offensive Gabe, but maybe you need cat food, or dog food, its raw right? That's what you need is something raw, but guess what, we will learn. Live off the land is all we are gonna have left eventually. Unless you want to walk the earth and never settle until we are old and dying, or well, maybe I'm the only one around here who will be old and dying if I make it that far." She mutters the end not wanting to upset him as he pulled out a map.

Staring at him carefully she noticed him quiet and thinking. Leaning in she hugged him again. "I'm glad you aren't one of them, Gabe. Without you, I don't know if I could survive." She explained, knowing it was darn true. She had lost her family and that meant the world to her, but Gabe, he was family now, he had been for a long time. From the normal world into this insane fucked up place they were in.

Staring softly before pulling back, not wanting to upset him. "Let's go, scouring things then." She explained, walking backwards and seeing where they could go and what they could do. "Does the light bug you? I still have those sunglasses?"