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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, Gen
  Fandom:
      Penn_Zero:_Part-Time_Hero
  Relationship:
      Sashi_Kobayashi/Penn_Zero
  Character:
      Sashi_Kobayashi, Penn_Zero, Boone_Wiseman, Original_Characters, Original
      Female_Character(s), Original_Female_Character(s)_of_Color, Rippen_(Penn
      Zero:_Part-Time_Hero), Larry_(Penn_Zero:_Part-Time_Hero)
  Additional Tags:
      Violence, Oral_Sex, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Sexual_Humor, Consensual
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Sex, First_Time_Blow_Jobs, First_Time, Teenage
      Drama, Demon_Sex, Demons, Succubus!Sashi, Rogue!Penn, Wizard!Boone,
      Asexual!Boone, Nipple_Piercings, Dom/sub, Master/Slave
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-09-19 Completed: 2015-10-13 Chapters: 7/7 Words: 21461
****** Crime and Passion in Via Solaris ******
by ruff_ethereal
Summary
     In the city of Via Solaris, commerce and crime rule the day, the
     streets filled as much with honest businessmen and labourers as much
     as conniving con artists and pickpockets. Anything can happen within
     its walls, they say--the sultana's loyal vizier may be secretly
     planning a coup on her, a trio of wandering heroes just happen to
     come along in time to save her, and friendships can quickly get put
     to the test in the most unexpected (but not necessarily unpleasant)
     of ways...
Notes
     Warnings:
     - Consensual Underage Sex
     - Master/Slave
     - Nipple Piercings
     - Demons
     - Oral Sex
     - Female Submission/Male Domination (Consensual)
     - Violence
     - Sexual Humor
     - First Time Sex
     - Drama
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Something wrong, Master?” Sashi asked.
“Oh, plenty of things,” Penn wanted to say. “First up, there's the fact you
haven't seemed to have completelyreplaced your new form today; second, you're
basically naked because those clothes definitely aren't hiding anything; and
three, you're calling me Master for some weird reason, and it's confusing me,
worrying me, and reallyturning me on all at the same time.”
As his voice had suddenly left him and all the blood was rushing from his brain
to down between his legs, however, he just found himself silently staring at
Sashi, mouth agape. If he had to describe her new appearance in a nutshell, it
would be: “Regular her, except hotter and a demon.”
Her tan skin had acquired a rather alluring luster, looking smooth and supple
but for the clearly defined and toned muscle all over her body. Her demonic
features were obvious, little to no attempt made to hide them: there were sharp
looking hooves for feet; gleaming claws at her fingertips; a thick and powerful
tail with a spade-shaped tip idly swaying about behind her; powerful bat-like
wings folded neatly on her back; and long, thick, sharp horns spiraling upwards
and back over her head, the perfect shape to gore someone.
… Or hold onto from behind.
Penn quickly lowered his gaze. Her hair had gained a clearly supernatural
vigour, thick and luxurious, her pigtails now braids with the purple and gold
tips gleaming in with an almost mesmerizing light. Her specs remained the same,
as they always did, but the chocolate eyes below it had taken on a golden hue,
a striking colour that Penn could stare at all day if it weren't for the rest
of Sashi making an equally compelling bid for his gaze.
Her clothes—if you could call it that—were barely covering anything; it seemed
demons in this dimension didn't need much in the way of cover. About the only
articles she had on a red, silky vest that was small enough to show off her
bare and very muscular mid-riff, tight enough to hug her breasts and give her
some impressive cleavage, and just covering enough to make it teasing but not
trying too hard; and a matching pair of silken panties showing off her finely
toned rear and her muscular thighs—they were almost a thong, really, but Penn
decided not to find out on purpose.
“Might want to check the specs, Sash.” Boone said, unaffected by his friend's
new, vastly more attractive, and veryscantily dressed form.
Sashi sighed. “Fine, it might answer my question, anyway.” She pressed the
button, and a hologram projected itself out onto the arid, desert air.
“Master is a semi-famous rogue, I'm his loyal succubus slave, Boone is a
wizard,  and together, we're a band of wandering heroes here to save the
Sultana of of Via Solaris from its evil vizier, who is planning to overthrow
her in a coup come midnight, or otherwise force her to abdicate the throne.
Penn blinked. “Wait, you're my what?”
Sashi calmly shut off her specs. “Your loyal succubus slave, Master, look.” She
replied calmly. “Look.” She reached in front of her and started undoing the
clasps of her vest. Before Penn or Boone could protest, she shrugged it off her
shoulders, turning around before either of them could see her breasts, and
showing off a glowing, magical symbol branded on the skin between her wings: a
zero much like the one on Penn's shirt.
Penn relaxed.
Then Sashi turned around without putting her vest back up, showing off her
chest and the similarly designed piercings on each of her nipples. “See? All
Master's.” She said without the slightest hint of embarrassment or shame.
Penn was now very much notrelaxed.
Boone stared nonchalantly, almost completely unaffected. Penn closed his eyes,
but the image was forever burned into his mind. Sashi calmly clipped her vest
back together, a small, teasing smile on her face.
“Okay, let's find out where Via Solaris is and save the Sultana!” Penn cried
before he opened his eyes again and started looking around, pointedly avoiding
the direction Sashi was in.
They were on the side of a desert road, nothing but a vast expanse of sand for
miles on end, broken up only by the occasional tree, rock, a few green oases,
and in the distance, a massive river that angled sharply from the horizon
towards a single direction.
He followed the water and eventually saw the walls of a massive city,
impressive and intimidating; they were so high little could be seen of what lay
inside. Magnificent spires and towers rose high above them and into the air,
the skyline crowned by a massive dome in the center of it all.
“Welp, that looks like Via Solaris.” He said as he pointed to it. “Let's see
what we'll have to work with today...”
He looked down at himself. He was wearing leather armour, well-worn thick
gloves, and a matching pair of well-traveled boots. He had a hook in a holster
on the front of his belt, and a quick examination revealed a trigger and
buttons almost seamlessly carved into the handle. He aimed it away from them
and fired. The head shot off into the distance on a chain, before hitting a
rock and firmly latching onto it. He pressed the first button, the hook quickly
retracted into the hilt and took the rock along with it. The head came back
into its handle with a soft click, he pressed the other button, and the hook
disengaged, letting the rock fall to the ground.
“This is gonna be useful...” He muttered before he examined his other weapon: a
double-barreled crossbow with a collapsible stock. It was small enough to be
fired one-handed, while the other stabilized it or was busy elsewhere. Three
boxes were clipped along the rear of his belt, each humming with distinct,
differently coloured auras; his hand hovered over each and found that one felt
cold and frosty, another hot and burning, the last thick and revolting.
He quickly memorized which box contained what ammo as he looked over at Boone.
“Boone, what did you get?”
“Lots of random junk!” Boone replied as he held up three items: a weasel idol
with glowing eyes, an ancient looking scroll, and a bone necklace with
intricate carvings on the pendant. “I think they're all magical, though, so
it's all good!” He stuffed them back into the numerous pockets in his robes,
the well-worn bags and satchels hanging all over him, or into the massive,
scraggly beard on his face.
Penn gave him a thumbs up, and turned to Sashi. “And Sash, what did you get?”
Sashi smiled. “Nothing.” She spread out her wings and started hovering over the
air, silently and smoothly gliding around and about her friends with impressive
speed. She casually reached out to Penn's face, letting her claws barely rake
against his cheek and leave light, playful scratches on his skin, before her
tail snapped out from behind her and stole his hook right off his belt. “I
don't think I'll need anything more, though~” She purred as she expertly tossed
the weapon into her claw, before she bowed in front of Penn and offered it up
to him, eyes turned up and a smile on her face, chest angled just so to give
him a great view down her cleavage.
Penn stared. Boone coughed. Penn quickly took his hook back and shoved it into
its holster once more, eyes wrenching away from Sashi towards Via Solaris.
Sashi glared at Boone as she bent back up.
“I'm guessing that Rippen's the vizier, which means that we'll probably get
arrested as soon as we get within sight.” Penn said quickly. “We're going to
either sneak in, talk a good talk, or fight and run all the way from the gates
to the palace.”
“Whatever your choice, I'll be with you all the way, Master.” Sashi said as she
calmly glided beside Penn and clung to his arm, pressing herself much closer to
him than necessary.
Penn blushed and conspicuously kept his gaze locked on the city in the
distance. “… Actually,now that I've said it out loud, sneaking in seems to be
the best option. Me and Boone are gonna get disguises and walk in through the
gates, you fly over the walls and keep yourself hidden, then we all figure out
how to save the sultana and stop Rippen..”
Sashi blinked, the expression on her face going from surprised, to betrayed,
then resigned.
“Well, you can fly, and it's gonna be kind of hard to disguise your… you
know...” Penn awkwardly gestured to Sashi, eyes flicking back to her for a
second. “… Everything.”
Sashi slowly let go of Penn's arm with a heavy sigh, her claws trailing on his
skin and leaving more of those light, tingling scratches—ones he was starting
to like, he realized. “As you wish, Master. Shall I keep watch over you two
from the shadows?”
Penn nodded. “Yeah, I'd feel a lot safer with you watching out for the both of
us.” He smiled at her for a moment, before wrenching his head back to Via
Solaris.
Sashi smiled back, however briefly. “Shall I leave now, Master?”
“Go on ahead; we're heading in through the big front gates and hide in the
crowds as much as possible.”
Sashi spread her wings again. “See you later, then, Master.” She said before
she blasted off into the air and towards the city.
Penn waited until the dust had cleared and she was wellout of hearing range
before turning to Boone. “Uh, Boone, do you have any idea what thatwas all
about?”
Boone shrugged. “Can't really say for sure, sorry.”
Penn frowned. “It's fine. Welp, no sense standing here and waiting; let's get
some disguises, and save Via Solaris!”He cried as he dramatically pointed at
the city.
Boone coughed, a hand pointing downwards and at Penn. He looked and saw that
there was a different part of him also pointing at the city. With a yelp, his
hands quickly flew over it.
Boone looked away and started digging into his pockets, looking for materials
for disguises. They ended up coating Penn's hair in mud; threw on large cloaks
and scarves to conceal the colour of their skin most of their bodies, and
weapons; then headed down the road to the city.
===============================================================================
Via Solaris was the stuff of Arabian legend, a bustling metropolis in the
middle of the desert. Its high walls were packed to the brim with square mud
brick buildings; dotted with beautiful spiraling towers, vibrant vegetation
from tall trees, to flowers of all colours, to lush parks full of soft grass;
and at the center of it all a massive, grand palace whose dome seemed to be as
much a part of the sky as the sun blazing down upon the city.
Via Solaris was alive, people and activity filled the streets, barely a quiet
place to be found anywhere. Merchants under colourful awnings hawked their
wares and enticed people to their colourful shops and displays; artisans,
smiths, and weavers were hard at work at their tables, pounding gold, cutting
jewelry, or turning fine silk into beautiful cloth; labourers hauled wagons and
pack animals along the streets; children played in the alleys, in the houses,
and on the roofs; adults conversed in the shade, strolled about, or just laid
back and slept, all oblivious or used to the cacophony of sounds around them.
The Solarians themselves were no less colourful and diverse. The locals went
about their business with their burnt brown, tan, caramel, and olive skin going
about in the searing white hot sun as if it were nothing, heads of black hair
sometimes covered, sometimes not; tall, muscular, brutish men and women of dark
brown to pure black skin purposefully striding through the streets or standing
as silent, ever-present sentinels, thick, curly hair on their heads if they
weren't left bald; a foreigner suffered miserably under the heat while they
tried to deal with a merchant, the colours of their hair the colour of the
others skin; and on a bench nearby, a red-skinned woman with dark brown hair
regaled nearby children with tales of faraway lands and her own adventures.
(And this wasn't even getting into demons or non-human beings going about their
business along with them, their colours, forms, and features composed of
everything humans can imagine and many more they couldn't.)
Finally, Via Solaris was unabashed, unashamed, and quietly proud of its vices.
Unassuming people with thick cloaks around their shoulders discretely beckoned
you to shady alleys with promises, choice words, and glints and peeks into
their merchandise; in entire districts, money flowed freely like the words,
laughter, and liquor, coins exchanging hands almost as quickly as bets were
made and the bettors glasses and tankards were refilled. In quieter, more
private streets, beautiful women in fine clothing beckoned passersby, their
flawless skin glimmering in the light, catching people's attention with the
gestures of their hands and choice shows of their beautiful forms, before the
sounds of their voices drew some closer. Down a few blocks more, their male
counterparts did a similar performance with different moves but the same
hypnotic effect, and between them, down an alley, and a small maze, their more
gender-ambiguous fellows made similar displays.
Penn had to admit: the sights, the sounds, and the offers were tempting, but he
never strayed or stayed still for too long, quickly resuming his walk down the
streets, with a few quick apologies given and gentle force to shoo the more
persistent offers and merchants. Boone himself was constantly distracted by the
sounds and smells of sizzling meat, oil frying alongside beans and assorted
vegetables, and freshly baked bread, but Penn was always there to pull him away
from themany food stands and restaurants in the city.
It might have been because of his strong sense of morals, the sometimes
questionable nature of business in Via Solaris, or his dedication to the
mission… or it might have been the pair of chocolate-gold eyes he could feel
staring at him through the shadows, noticeably growing more intense whenever a
woman would try to entice and seduce him.
The two of them walked for what felt like hours, going down streets, through
alleyways, across bridges, flowing down the canals on rafts, walking under the
arches of the aqueducts, and once, on the back of a boar over a deep trench
that was being excavated in the middle of the street. Sashi followed after them
the whole time, never losing track as she ducked and zoomed from cover to
cover, unseen and unheard but for a mysterious breeze that was quickly
dismissed.
The sun kept on beating down on them, proud and merciless while it still made
its way through the sky. Their heads were starting to swim from all the
different sights, sounds, and smells, all of Via Solaris starting to fuse
together in a giant haze that was starting to give all of them headaches. And
to make matters worse, the palace or any sort of clear way to it remained
elusive, even if they could always somehow see the magnificent and imposing
sight in the distance.
“Dude, can we talk a break?” Boone said. “I think my flip-flops are starting to
wear out.”
A swarm of sandal salespersons suddenly descended on them like hungry pigeons.
When the last of them had been shooed off and their pockets were suddenly
lighter by a few coins and lesser valuables, Penn replied, “Yeah… feels like
we're just going in circles at this point.”
He gestured at Sashi in the shadows, and the three of them to dark, shaded
alley. They ignored the other inhabitants and didn't infringe on their space,
and they did the same to them, not one batting an eyelash as Penn and Boone
slumped against the walls and Sashi quietly hovered above them.
“We've wasted a lot of time trying to navigate this city from the ground
level;” Sashi said. “I say we cause some trouble, get Rippen and the others to
arrest us, then fight our way out of jail—at least we'll be inthe palace
instead of out here.”
Boone frowned. “Is there anything else we can do? I've seen some of those
guards, they're reallyscary just standing there, so I reallydon't want to see
them mad.”
Sashi rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, how about we just walk up to the guards and
ask them how to get to the palace instead? 'Why are we asking? Oh, we're just
here to save your sultana from a coup d'etat, that's all.'”
A light bulb went off above Penn. “… That's a great idea, actually, thanks
Sash!” He looked out the alley and tried to find a guard.
Sashi shot him a look. “Master, forgive me for saying this, but isn't that—I
don't know--stupid? You said it yourself: Rippen must have told the guards on
high alert for any sign of us. We might as well get a gauge of how good they
are in a fight if we're turning ourselves in like that.”
“But we don't look like us ourselves right now, do we?” Penn countered. “There
might be a chance they won't recognize us, we can get directions to the castle,
and still not have our cover blown!”
Sashi scowled. “I still don't like this plan, Master...”
“How about you guys watch here from the alley, and if things go south, you guys
swoop in and save me.” Penn offered. “Sound good?”
Boone nodded. “I'll get some magical junk ready, just in case!” He said as he
pulled out a pouch of powder, a globe with liquid inside it, and a menacing
looking idol.
Sashi scowled and looked away. “… Fine.” She looked back at Penn, her eyes
softening. “But be careful out there, Master.”
Penn looked up at Sashi, and smiled. “I'll be fine, Sash. Don't worry. Besides,
I'm just asking a guard for directions, what can happen?”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Dozens of sharp, pointy weapons, guns, and crossbows surrounded Penn from
almost every angle, each hilt, trigger, and pole held by an equally dangerous
looking guard of varied descriptions but the same intimidating aura. He smiled
hopefully at their humourless expressions, before slowly raising his arms in
surrender.
In the alley, Sashi's eyes widened and her wings readied themselves to blast
head-on into the fray. Penn quickly shot her a look, one the guards
miraculously didn't notice. She balked, but stopped herself, scowling and
casting them daggers from the alley. Beside her, Boone readied his random
magical junk.
“Uh… it illegal to ask for directions here in Via Solaris?” Penn asked.
“Not usually, but the vizier has told us to be on the alert for someone like
you,” said Fadilah, captain of the guard. “Clearly first-time visitors,
aimlessly wandering about without clear goal, composed of a fat one with
sandals on his feet, a tiny angry one with glass over her eyes, and one with a
head of flaming red hair that runs wild and uncontrollable. I would say you and
your companion earlier fit the description close enough to be suspects, at the
least.” The rows of weapons backed off some. “Come with us, stranger, and hail
or deliver us to your companions. Do not worry, we only wish to question you.”
Though Penn had already been sweating from the heat, Fadilah still noticed when
it was suddenly from nervousness.
“Why do you panic, stranger?” She murmured. “Should you be innocent, you will
be recompensed for our mistake, as is law. Should you be guilty...” The guards
around her cracked quick, predatory smirks, before resuming their stoic
expressions.
“Look, guys, I really think this is all just a coincidence,” Penn said. “Look,
my hair's wild, but it's not even red!” He slowly reached up to unclasp the
cloak that was keeping most of his hair hidden but a few curls that refused to
be contained. Some of the guards looked at his head, others looked at his
hands, and the rest kept their eyes firmly on his neck. The cloak was removed
and was quickly taken away, leaving Penn's hair completely exposed—wild, curly,
but a distinctly muddy, sandy brown.
“See?” Penn said. “Not red.”
“We'll see about that.” Fadilah said as the weapons lowered and the guards
started frisking his pockets and confiscated his hook and crossbow. “Someone
ruffle him up!”
One of the guards cried out as Sashi rocketed from the alley and her sharp
hooves into their back. The other spun around, meeting face-first blasts of
itching powder, splashes of oil that would make it feel like flaming ants were
crawling all over their skin, and a very different sort of suffering from the
idol. Penn reached behind him to one of his ammo boxes, drew out a green bead,
and threw it into the ground.
Boom.
The three heroes emerged from a thick, noxious haze, Penn's weapons back in his
hands, a good chunk of guards busy gagging, frantically scratching themselves,
or awkwardly running off to find a change of pants. “Sound the alarm!” Fadilah
cried, before she accidentally inhaled a mouthful of the mist, and started
gagging.
The frantic ringing of many bells filled the air, panic erupted through the
streets of Via Solaris. Towers opened their windows as guards with wings or
strapped to contraptions took to the air; more of them poured out of barracks,
stormed down the streets, and out of buildings; unfortunate merchants and
labourers tried to get their wagons, displays, and tables of goods out of the
way, citizens screamed and ran for cover, and those already safe started making
bets and speculating about the outcome.
On a calm, normal day, the streets of the city were a giant sea of bodies,
difficult to navigate, but possible so long as you took your time and kept your
wits about you. Stirred into a panic by violence or conflict, they turned into
a sea in the middle of a violent storm, people and guards running into each
other, stray items and goods flying every which way, activity and noise in
every which direction which made it hard to see or hear anything.
Penn and Boone forced their way through the chaos, kept together only by their
hands firmly locked together. Sashi flew above them to the rooftops, and saw
dozens of flying troops heading straight for them; she gritted her teeth and
blasted right into the formation, smashing rudders, tearing up wings, and
ripping apart engines and other important mechanisms to pieces as soon as she
could. Screams filled the air; bullets and other projectiles flew every which
way; limbs, claws, and weapons flailed as the guards fought back. Many crashed
to the ground or retreated, the rest turned into a swarm centered around Sashi.
Still stuck in the mess, Penn pulled out his hook, aimed up, and pulled the
trigger. The head sailed past the thinning crowds and latched onto the side of
a roof; he pressed a button, and up the two went, spears, hands, and swords
swinging, grabbing, and slashing at the bottoms of their boots and flip-flops.
The gears inside the handle suddenly whirred and groaned ominously; their
ascent to the rooftops jerked and slowed, and the two started to dip back down
to the ground and back in range of the guards.
“We're too heavy!” Penn yelled.
Sprays of bullets, sharp rocks, and other projectiles shot up from the crowds.
One struck Penn in the hand, a sharp shock of pain that forced him to let go of
Boone.
“BOONE!” Penn screamed as he rocketed up to the rooftops, alone.
“I LOVE YOU, PENN!” Boone screamed back as he fell straight down to the waiting
guards below.
They formed a circle to catch him, his sizable shadow hovering over their arms.
The dark circle got bigger, bigger, and bigger—much bigger than they realized
it would be. Their eyes widened, several backed out and the stronger, bulkier
guards among them filled in their places. Several pairs of arms steeled
themselves, hands turned up, and all their knees bent in anticipation.
Thud.
The guards let out a collective cry of pain as they all went kneeling on the
ground, arms and hands crushed underneath Boone's sizable rear and weight. He
crawled out of the fallen circle, reaching into one of his pockets and pulling
out another random magical item—a dark blue crystal shaped like a moon. It
started glowing in his hand before it disintegrated, turning into a thick cloud
of powder that surrounded his whole body before dissipating.
Boone picked himself up, and came face to chest with a new guard—one with a
thick club in their hands and a veryunamused expression on their face. He
raised his hands in defense, one massive tree trunk-like limb swung the weapon
straight into the side of his head.
Boing.
Boone went flying off from the impact, into the wall, then straight back at the
guard like a rubber ball. Still weighing the same, the unlucky soldier got
knocked flat on their back while he sailed off into the air at an angle. Boone
opened his eyes, smiled as he realized he was unhurt, then started screaming
and uselessly flailing his arms as he started falling back down to earth.
The few flying guards not busy with fighting Sashi retreated from the thinning
swarm and chased after Boone. From his new position on the rooftops, Penn
pulled out his crossbow and started loading it with as much ammo as it could
carry. “Don't worry, Boone, I've got you!” He yelled as he aimed and started
pulling the triggers.
Beads zipped through the air, some of them missing entirely, some of them
exploding near the guards, a few hitting their targets dead on. They panicked
as the wings, engines, and propellers of their flying machines suddenly burst
into flames; others let out strangled yelps as they were suddenly trapped in
blocks of ice; the rest flew into noxious green hazes, before dropping out of
the sky gagging and wailing.
Boone fell back down to the streets unmolested, now mostly deserted except for
the land-bound guards rushing for him with their spears, clubs, and scythes
raised high up into the air. They batted, poked, and swung at him, but Boone
only ended up ricocheting off their weapons, into walls, statues, and trees,
before bouncing straight back towards them or going off in wild angles. The
guards scattered, dove out of the way, or were knocked out or into each other,
before a particularly powerful swing sent Boone high up into the air once more.
Those that could still fight picked themselves up, looked at each other, and
started yelling in a number of tongues; a consensus was reached, and they
reformed into smaller groups, each guard armed with a long-handled weapon, a
broom, or a pole of any sort.
Meanwhile, the flying guards' numbers had been decimated; those that hadn't
retreated to the towers were nursing injuries, attempting to fix shredded and
torn machines, blackened and smoking in craters, trapped inside slowly melting
blocks of ice, or curled up into balls, clutching their stomachs, and
whimpering pathetically. A new detachment of guards started climbing up to the
rooftops and other high points, these ones armed with cannons and catapults
loaded with bombs and nets.
Those that were still airborne abandoned Sashi altogether and focused on Penn;
he saw the swarm of guards heading straight towards him, and started loading
his crossbow again. It was when he realized that he had exactly one flame bead,
no more ice beads, and about two of the noxious beads; and there were a half-
dozen of them that he turned around and ran in the opposite direction as fast
as he could, switching his crossbow for his hook as he jumped from roof to
roof.
Sashi scowled and flew after Penn's pursuers, only to stop short of a sudden
explosion of flak just inches away from her face. She ducked as a net came
sailing for her, the weighted mesh just barely missing. More and more hazards
filled the air, forcing her further and further away from Penn.
Back down on the ground, the guards had turned Boone into the focus of a
demented sport: teams of three or four would frantically run through the
streets, following Boone while waving their weapons or tools in the air and
yelling to coordinate; once he was back within range, they would send him
ricocheting off their weapons or a building, with the goal of getting him into
a cage without him bouncing right back out.
Safely inside their homes or other shelters, the citizens of Via Solaris
watched, cheered, and made bets about whether or not Boone would get captured
or the guards would give up first, and if he did, which of the cages would he
end up in. One who had a journal on hand made notes about the fiasco and
started the birth of Via Solaris' hot new sport.
Way above their heads, Penn kept on running atop the roofs of the city, till he
slowed down before a space too far to jump across or down from: four lanes of
deserted street between him and the next roof, and a five foot drop straight
below. He looked back at his pursuers—still getting closer, fanning out into an
inverted V, and getting ready to swoop at him from every angle once they got
close enough. He looked back at the gap, held out his hook, and fired.
The head sailed off, rocketing closer and closer to the other roof's wall,
before falling short just a few inches. Penn cursed and pressed the button to
reel it back. “Come on, come on, come on...” He mumbled as the chain rattled
and dragged on the ground.
Up in the sky, a net sailed past the fliers, too close for comfort. They
quickly broke formation and started dodging and rolling as more stray nets and
flak started coming closer and closer to them. One of them turned around, a
scowl on their lips. “Hey! Watch where you're fi--!”
Sashi smashed her horns into them.
Down on the roof, Penn moved back as far as he dared, and dashed back towards
the chasm before firing the hook again. With the running start, the head sailed
through the gap faster, and landed a foot past the edge of the other roof. Penn
started gently tugging and pulling back the chain, moving the hook to the stone
edging, and not over it and down to the street, until finally…
“YES!” Penn pumped his free hand, and jumped off the roof he was on. He pressed
a button trigger, and went zipping across the gap. He looked back at the
fliers, only two left, and one of them already in a losing mid-air struggle
with Sashi.
He grinned and gave a mock salute. At the same time, the section of stone the
hook was grabbing onto crumbled and broke off. Penn looked down at the hard,
unforgiving ground rushing below him, then up at the very solid wall he was
heading straight towards at great speed.
He closed his eyes.
“PENN!” Sashi screamed. She kicked off her opponent, and dove after him. Her
opponent retreated, while the one remaining guard—another demon—followed suit.
Penn was mere inches away from hitting the wall when he felt sharp claws dig
into the fabric of his shirt and jerk him straight up. He opened his eyes and
saw the roofs and the ground getting smaller, and sighed in relief. “Whew!
Thanks Sash!” He turned to smile at her.
The guard that had caught him kept their eyes on the nearest cage as they flew
towards it.
Penn craned his neck back, and saw Sashi flying after him, determination and
rage on her face. He looked down at the guards on the rooftops, and saw all of
them busy reloading their guns with nets or training them on Sashi. A constant
thunking noise caught his attention; he looked down and saw the chain of his
hook still hanging out, crashing into walls, banging off towers, and forcing a
few guards to duck their heads to keep from getting beaned in the head.
He pressed a button, the chunk of roof in the hook's grasp flew off. He swung
his arm at a nearby wall of open windows, held the handle with both hands, and
stiffened his arms. The head banged in and out, before it finally latched on.
The sudden, powerful jerk hurt,but it was worth itthe guard suddenly found
themselves violently pulled back and into Sashi's horns. They dropped Penn from
the shock, she swooped down and caught him in her arms before flying off in a
different direction.
Penn released and retracted the hook as quickly as he could before it could
latch onto anything else. Once it came back into the handle and secured itself
with a soft click, he let out an even bigger sigh of relief. “Great work,
Sash!” He yelled. “That was waytoo close!” He smiled at her.
Sashi blushed and smiled back. It disappeared as she saw out of the corner of
her eye a weighted net heading straight for them. She tried to dodge, but with
Penn in her arms, she just wasn't agile enough. The thick mesh wrapped around
the both of them, the heavy balls at the ends spiraling together and tightening
the ropes. Bound and weighed down, they fell out of the sky and towards a
closed wooden window.
Crash!
They tumbled into a warehouse with a rain of splinters and chunks. They rolled
across the hard floor before coming to a stop at a tower of pillows with a
heavy whumph, the whole thing collapsed over them in an avalanche of downy,
luxurious softness immediately after. Sashi started clawing and tearing at the
net, shredding their bindings and the pillows, Penn did his best to stay out of
the way.
“Inside the warehouse!”
“Not that one, this one!”
“Break down that door!”
Bang! Bang! CRACK!
The bar holding the warehouse doors closed broke in two, the guards swarmed in
immediately after.
Sashi burst out of the mess of pillows, and tore off the netting still clinging
onto her. Penn was still trapped underneath, tangled up in cut ropes and downy
stuffing. She heard the guards running up the stairs and scowled.
“Just hide, Master!” Sashi whispered quickly as she started throwing pillows
over Penn, covering him back up.
Penn scowled and opened his mouth to protest, before Sashi stuffed a wad of
stuffing into it. She slammed a particularly large pillow over his head before
she flew off, ramming her horns into the first guard she saw.
A fight quickly broke out, yelling, fighting, hard thuds and muffled whumphs
filling the air. Penn fumbled about in the mess of pillows, trying to find his
hook, but only grabbing empty air and fluff.
A triumphant cry filled the air. “CALL OF THE SEARCH!” Fadilah yelled as she
personally pinned Sashi down to the ground, other guards latching shackles on
her flailing limbs and wings. “We've got the demon and the wizard! The vizier
says their leader's useless without them, so save yourselves the time and
effort!”
The other guards wasted no time obeying the order. They left the warehouse, the
doors were closed, and all was suddenly quiet. A few minutes later, the people
went out of their homes and shelters, chattering noisily and excitedly about
the fiasco that made their day that much more interesting. Businesses reopened
and commerce resumed soon after, and life in the city was quickly back to
normal level of activity din.
Still hidden underneath the layer of cushions, Penn thought of what he was
going to do now…
***** Chapter 3 *****
Wait and pray, that was the only thing Penn could do.
He was unarmed except for the hook, he had no idea how to get to the palace or
where Sashi and Boone had been taken, and he was definitelygoing to get
arrested on sight after that fiasco. Unless he just happened to meet one of the
sultana's loyal spies, guards that had caught onto Rippen's plans and wanted to
assist him, or found a different set of allies that were much better equipped
and much more knowledgeable than he was, he was stuck in the warehouse,
stretched out on a bed of cushions in the shadows, watching as the golden rays
streaming in from the window turned from brilliant gold to a hazy orange as the
afternoon grew late.
He hated every single second of it. The sounds of citizens going about their
days working, playing, and laughing didn't help his mood any. He eventually
tuned it out, and probably would have taken a nap, if worry and dread weren't
steadily eating away at him. And if the guards decided to check the warehouse
again? He may as well have turned himself in; at the very least, he'd be with
his friends again, and together they could figure out a way to get out and win,
as they always did.
The sun was about an hour away from setting when he saw it: a shadow on the
floor, disappearing as quickly as it appeared as its owner ducked into the
warehouse and to the darkness opposite Penn. He scrambled up from his bed of
pillows and raised his hook. He warily aimed the head at the intruder, finger
on the trigger.
“Master. It's me.”
Penn holstered his hook and ran towards them. He grinned as his dark-adjusted
eyes confirmed what he thought: Sashi was back. The hours since her capture
hadn't been kind to her, but her demonic nature still kept her looking
absolutely stunning, only a few minor blemishes on skin that used to be smooth
and flawless.
He stopped in front of her, arms held out and ready to hug her, unsure if he
should. Then she pulled him in herself, her arms squeezing the air out of his
lungs as her claws tore more rips and tears into his shirt.
Sashi let go, Penn gasped for breath. She frowned. “Did I hurt you, Master?”
She asked.
Penn sucked in a deep breath, and let it out. “Nah, I'm good." He smiled.
"You?”
Sashi smiled back. “Better, now that I'm with you again...~” She purred.
Penn blushed. “Where's Boone?” He asked quickly.
“Still back at the palace,” Sashi replied, frowning. “He got stuck in the
hidden passage we were supposed to use to escape.”
“You know a way back in there so we can save him?”
Sashi grinned. “I wouldn't be here if I didn't.”
Penn nodded and grinned back. “Alright! Let's head out once the sun sets; it'll
be easier to sneak in when it's dark out. For now, you tell me as much as you
can about the palace, and let's plan about how we're going to get him out.”
Sashi paused. “… Actually, there was something I wanted to ask of you first,
Master.” She muttered, her eyes nervously turning to the side before back at
Penn.
“… Uh, sure, what is it?” Penn awkwardly gestured at her.
“That fight earlier, and getting out of the palace took a lot out of me, but I
know a way to get me back to full power—it's not thathard, but I'll need you to
help me.”
Penn nodded. “Sounds good to me! What do I need to do?”
Sashi looked away again, her cheeks turning red. “… I need you to fuck me,
Master.” She mumbled.
Penn blinked. “What?”
Sashi sheepishly looked back at him, a hopeful smile on her face. “I need you
to fuck me, Master." She repeated. "I'm a succubus, your cum is my source of
food andstrength.”
Penn's answer was instant: “No.”
Sashi's reply was just as fast: “Why not?!”
Penn frowned. “Look, Sash, I don't care if it's going to make the mission
easier, I am not”--he cringed--“… having sex with you.”
“It could just be a blowjob or a handjob, instead!” Sashi offered. “Or a
tailjob, if you're into that.” She idly whipped her tail to the side, showing
off its impressive range of movement.
Penn started crossing his arms in the air. “No! No blowjobs, no handjobs, no
tailjobs! Noanything sexual, alright?”
Sashi frowned. “Is there something the matter, Master?”
“Uh, duh?! Look, Sash, I know you're big on the whole being totally into what
your new form is for the mission… but you don't have to do this, alright?
Besides, it's probably just the dimension...”
Sashi scowled, her eyes turning an ominous blood-gold. “IT'S NOT JUST THE
DIMENSION!" She screamed.
Silence. Her words hung in the air.
“Sash--”
Sashi blasted into the air, up into the ceiling. Penn reached out for her too
late, then looked up at the rows of wooden beams above; without any other open
windows or sources of light, he couldn't find her for all the darkness.
“Sashi…?”
No response.
Penn looked up in a random direction and smiled. “C'mon, Sash, you can come
down from there—I'm not mad! Okay, maybe reallysurprised and plenty shocked,
but notmad.”
Still nothing.
“We can talk about this, Sashi! We do that, remember? Talk about our problems
with each other? Well, the one time, we sang them, but still!”
Penn endured another minute of silence, before he sat down again and started
thinking. He'd already exhausted all available tactics appealing to Sashi his
sidekick and friend, now his only chance was to appeal to her as Sashi the
Succubus Slave. Once he'd gotten past all the obvious,unimportant details about
her, he remembered the brand on her back—the one shaped like the zero on his
shirt. It was obviously magical, and Sashi had made no secret of the fact that
it made her that much more protective and affectionate towards him, but did it
have even more than that? He decided to experiment.
“Uh… Sashi, your master commands you to come down from here!”
Nothing. He tried again.
“Sashi Kobayashi, come down here right this instant!”
He paused for a few moments. When the effect was most definitely not delayed,
he tried one last time:
“Hey, Sash, could you come down from there, please?”
The brand on Sashi's back started glowing through her vest. She whimpered and
clung tighter to the beam she was holding, before her body suddenly gained a
mind all its own, and forced her to come hovering down and before Penn, head
down, eyes turned up, claws clasped and hanging low in front of her.
“Yes, Master...?” She mumbled.
“You want to talk about what just happened back there?” Penn asked.
Sashi shook her head.
“You want to sit down for a while?” Penn thumbed back to the pile he'd built
for himself.
Sashi nodded, before she quietly flew past him and settled herself on the side
closest to the wall. She curled her legs up to her chest, buried her face
between her knees, then wrapped her wings around her. Penn awkwardly joined her
on the opposite side, putting several feet between them.
The two of them waited in silence; outside, the light was quickly fading, the
day crowd of Via Solaris was starting to turn in, while the night crowd got
ready to leave their homes and take their place.
Penn looked over his shoulder. “You okay, Sash?”
Sashi sniffed. “No, Master...” She mumbled. “I just ruined everything, didn't
I? Why would I be okay...?”
Penn smiled hopefully. “Hey, we still haven't zapped out, right? Which means
there's still a chance we can win this mission!”
“I'm not talking about the mission.” Sashi growled.
Penn's smile disappeared. He carefully crawled over to her, and stopped a foot
behind her. “You want to go the palace now, save Boone, and stop Rippen?”
“No,” Sashi said softly. “The coup's at midnight, I've got time to wallow in my
misery.”
Penn frowned and carefully put his hand on Sashi's shoulder. She tensed up, but
he didn't take it back. “Sash: we reallyneed to talk about this—if not now,
then after the mission.”
Sashi warily raised her head out from her legs and lowered a wing to glare at
him; her eyes were barely red or puffy, and more ominously golden than anything
else, but it was still obvious she had been crying. “What is there to talk
about, Master?” She spat. “Just how badly I screwed up our friendship? How are
we going to keep working together now that I've made things super awkward
between us? How am I supposed to notkill Boone when he finally decides to make
a joke about this?”
“I was thinking more you explaining to me what you meant by it not being just
the dimension.”
The anger on Sashi's face disappeared. She quickly ducked her head back between
her legs, and raised up her wing again.
Penn squeezed her shoulder. “I can wait; the coup's at midnight, we've got
time.” He said as he took his hand back, and sat down behind her..
After what seemed like hours, Sashi finally spoke: “I want to be yours,
Master—since long before this mission, even if your cum wasn't going to help us
win, even if I wasn't a succubus and I'd need it anyway.”
Penn blushed. “… Uh, how long, exactly?”
Sashi sighed. “I don't know. But the moment I realized, I knew it'd been for a
really long time.”
“What about that thing you had for Blaze?”
Sashi laughed bitterly. “I can be in love with more than one guy at a time,
Master, it's not illegal. But with him and all the others, it never really
lasted; I guess I was just trying to distract myself, settle for someone else
so I can finally stop wanting you so badly. But, no one ever could make me feel
the way you do, and I never got up the courage to tell you, so on the cycle
went… until now.” She sighed.
Penn frowned uneasily. “So, that thing just now--”
Sashi snapped her head at him, cheeks red from anger and embarrassment. “Well
sorry I can't word a sexual come on right when I'm nervous, terrified and
reallyhorny, Master!” She yelled.
Penn flinched. “I was going to ask if you actually want to do it.” He said
quickly. “The real you—not just succubus you.”
Sashi turned even redder and buried her face again. Another silence fell over
them.
Outside, night fell over the entire city. Floodlights lit up the main streets,
streetlamps and windows illuminated the side streets and alleys. Stray beams
poured in from the window, casting them half in shadow, half in light.
“... Yes, Master, I do—both the real me, and the succubus me.” Sashi mumbled.
“If there is anything this dimension has done to me, it's made me brave enough
to actually tell you—or maybe just so incredibly thirsty for you, I can't hide
it anymore.”
Penn nodded.
Sashi carefully peeked her head out from cover, her chocolate-gold eyes peering
right at Penn's blue ones. “What about you, Master?” She asked.
Penn blinked. “What?”
“Do you want me too, Master?” She smiled hopefully.
Penn sweated. “Well, I, uh...” He saw the curve of Sashi's lips and felt her
mood drop as low as they could go. “Yes!” He blurted.
Sashi's mouth turned to a small “o.” “Really...?” She whispered.
Penn smiled awkwardly. “I think the better question to ask is: why wouldn't I?
C'mon, Sash, you know who you are: brave, loyal, and as of this moment,
insanely hot—which isn't to say that you aren't hot back in the real world,
it's just that right now, you're a succubus, and it's kinda, you know, part of
the deal.”
Sashi unfurled her wings and turned to face him, half-ecstatic, half-puzzled.
“… But yeah, I do want you, too. Even before this mission, and too scared of
ruining our friendship to try to find out, like you, too.”
Beat.
Sashi blasted Penn on his back and pinned him down, their lips now inches away
from each other. She leaned down and stopped, unsure if she should, before Penn
closed the distance between them. Sashi's whole body went rigid for a few
moments, before she wrapped her claws behind Penn's head pulled him in deeper.
It was, in a word, mind-blowing—who-knows-how much regret, self-loathing, and
desire bottled up for so long all pouring out in that single moment.
Sashi parted her lips, tongue slipping out pressing up against Penn's, begging
for entrance. There was suddenly a strange, warm, and definitely pleasant
tingling wherever her spit was; even if he hadn't wanted her so badly, he'd
have opened his mouth wide and let her in. She dipped her tongue in, staying
there and relishing the taste of him, before she started slowly, lovingly
exploring the rest of his mouth.
They pulled away when Penn was almost out of breath—in this form, Sashi didn't
really need air. A thick trail of spit hung between them; the bright red on
their cheeks burned even darker. Both panted, both their hands fell to their
sides or on the pillows, and both were keenlyaware of a strong, sudden,
burningdesire for more.
Sashi lifted her hips up from Penn's stomach; she looked down in the space
between, and found a noticeable bulge down the front of his pants; she looked
back at him and grinned. “Can I, Master?” She asked excitedly.
Penn smiled. “Go right ahead...” He mumbled.
Sashi's chocolate-gold eyes took on a new, hungry, predatory gleam as a fanged
grin spread wide on her lips. She put her claws to Penn's chest, digging her
claws into the fabric as she shifted herself lower down on his body. She
slipped the tips of her hooves into the loops of Penn's bootlaces, pulling each
knot undone before her tail wrenched the shoes right off his feet. Her claws
slipped under the hem of his shirt, nails leaving light scratches on his bare
skin as she pulled his shirt up, leaving his belt exposed.
Penn shuddered as she worked; the marks glowed bright on his pale skin and sent
rather strange, rather good sensations up his spine.
Sashi giggled softly as she went to work on his belt, expertly undoing the
buckle, before undoing Penn's pants. She grinned up at him as she flapped her
wings, hovering into the air and back up his body. Penn watched as she spread
her legs, knees positioned on either side of him and primed to straddle him,
the space between her legs hovering tantalizingly, teasingly close over his
bulge. His erection throbbed painfully against the fabric of his pants, raring
and eager to be set free; he groaned, nails digging into the cushions below his
fingers.
“Just tell me to stop if you want me to, Master...” Sashi whispered.
She landed without a sound, knees sinking into the cushions, her hips now to
just a few inches above his.
“… Whatever you want me to do, I will...”
She put her hand over Penn's crotch, slowly rubbing up and down his length
through the fabric.
“… Because I only wish to obey.”
She pinched the zipper of Penn's pants, and started slowly, teasingly pulling
it down.
Penn bit his lip, shaft pressing painfully against its confines again now that
it was this close to being free...
A long, drawn out ten seconds of torture and teasing later, Sashi finally
unzipped him. Her claws flew into the bands of his underwear and pants, and
with a swift, smooth motion, pulled them down between his ankles, letting
Penn's shaft spring up into the air, finally free. She stopped for a moment,
just taking it in.
“... Yeah… it's… not that impressive, but it's not disappointing either, I
guess...” Penn mumbled.
Sashi laughed softly. “It doesn't matter how big it is, Master; it's yours, and
I wantit.” She purred as she wrapped her sharp claws around his length.
Penn yelped, then writhed in pleasure—he'd thought having those razor-sharp
tips around such a delicate area would be worrying, to say the least, but they
only felt bizarrely, pleasantly warm, and just the right balance between soft
and firm. Sashi grinned and started stroking him up and down; his cock quickly
grew to full hardness and throbbed against her palm in appreciation, and she
grinned even wider. She gave the head a light, playful squeeze, eliciting a
surprised gasp from Penn before she let go.
She hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties, and pulled that silky
piece of red fabric down, letting it hug her toned, muscular rear as she
slowly—painfully slowly—revealed more and more of her body.
Penn watched, and blushed even harder. He worried about passing out from blood
loss, what with his erection showing no signs of softening anytime soon.
Sashi exposed her pink lips to the air, and let out a soft moan. She was
wet—very wet. Even in the sparse light, Penn could see her slit glistening with
her arousal, the clear fluid starting to drip down inside her thighs. He caught
a whiff of a strange, spicy scent, one that quickly drove him even wilder and
hungrier than he already was, enough to just want grab Sashi's hip and take her
right there and then—but he forced himself to stop.
Sashi saw the look of conflict and consternation playing out on his face, and
grinned. A hand flew up to her vest, unclasping every buckle in a matter of
seconds. She gingerly pushed the loosened fabric to the sides, framing the fine
curve of her breasts with them, with the piercings on each nipple glittering
enticingly in the light as a little added touch.
Her hand cupped one mound, claws gently squeezing and groping, easily sinking
into the soft flesh. She moaned.
Her nails inched closer to her nipple, slipping one claw into piercing, before
she slowly tugged it up and down. She gasped, and hissed in pleasure.
Her other hand slid between her legs, fingers rubbing up and down her slit, her
claws quickly wet and glistening with her arousal. She moaned again, louder
this time, as more and more of the clear fluid dripped and poured down her
folds, onto her palm, and down her thighs.
The scent was even stronger now, almost overwhelming, driving him into such a
lust-crazed frenzy it wouldn't take much else to push him over the edge...
"Wait, Sash! Stop! Stop!”
... Which is exactly why he yelled those words and pulled himself up the
cushions and away from Sashi.
sHE stopped immediately, claws falling away from her breasts and between her
legs, eyes filled with concern and worry. “What's wrong, Master?” She asked
quickly.
“I'm probably gonna blow even before I put it in, is what!” Penn replied.
“Look, Sash, nothing wrong with you, believe me, you've just been mind-
blowingly amazing so far but… with what you're doing to me before we even get
past the foreplay... I… uh… I just really don't want my first time to end in
two seconds flat, okay?”
Sashi frowned a little and nodded in understanding, before her eyes glinted and
a smile spread out on her face. “while I was out in the city earlier, I saw
some things that might help, Master--want me to go fetch them?” She asked.
“Think you can get back here in time if you do?” Penn asked back.
Sashi grinned playfully, a look of mild annoyance in her eyes.
Penn nodded. “Right, stupid question, sorry.” His expression softened. “Stay
safe out there, alright?”
Sashi nodded. “I will, Master.”
After one cautious peek to the streets outside, Sashi disappeared into the
nighttime streets of Via Solaris, a silent shadow sneaking in through windows
and open doors and into backrooms and unattended storefronts...
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     If you don't like cum facials/cumming on a character's face, body,
     and somewhat unrealistic amounts of cum... sorry, the end of this
     chapter is full of it.
     Also, hi Toni, Mimzie, enjoy the SMUT chapter!
Sashi came back in minutes, carrying a nondescript sack in her hands. The look
on her face was rather like a child asking their parent if they could open
their present now, though obviously, what was inside was a lot less innocent
than a new train set for Christmas.
“I'm back, Master~!” Sashi sang as she set her haul down in front of Penn. “I
didn't take too long, did I?” She asked, a hint of worry in her voice.
Penn smiled as he lounged about on the pillows, still naked from the waist
down. “Nah! Might have to work me up all over again, though...” He sheepishly
pointed down at his shaft, now gone soft.
The hungry, predatory look from earlier was back in Sashi's eyes. “I don't
think that'll be a problem, Master...” She purred, before slowly licking her
lips.
Penn's shaft quickly showed that yes, it wouldn't be.
Sashi knelt down in front of Penn, the sack beside her. She opened it up and
revealed quite an impressive array of items, from sex toys, magical
accessories, and a small collection of coloured bottles. Penn gawked at the
sheer number of them, let alone the sometimes interesting and unusual designs,
Sashi looked at him like a dog that was happily presenting the stick back to
their owner.
“Wow. That is a lot of stuff.” Penn said, bereft of better words to describe
how he was feeling.
“In Via Solaris, it's more a question of 'How soon do you want it?' than 'Do
they have it?' or 'Does it exist?'” Sashi hummed merrily.
“Where'd you even get the money to—wait, you stole all of these, didn't you?”
Sashi nodded, completely unashamed. “I figured they'd mind Rippen taking over
the city more than a few bits of missing stock here and there, Master.”
Penn slowly nodded back. “Right… so, which ones…?”
“All of them, Master!” Sashi replied, her tail swishing eagerly behind her.
“Just choose and tell me what to do! Would you like to me watch me play with
myself with one or more of these toys? Or do you want to experiment with the
alchemy bottles? The merchants and labels promise a lotof interesting effects.
And though I know you find me beautiful as is, I can augment parts of myself,
mould myself to exactly what you desire at the moment…”
Penn blushed, the offers and the images in his mind very tempting indeed. Then,
he quickly shook his head. “Just… whatever's going to keep me from blowing too
soon; I don't think we need to spice things up just yet, you know...” He
chuckled awkwardly.
“As you wish, Master!” Sashi replied cheerfully. She plunged her claws into the
sack and plucked out a ring, one of smooth, polished bronze with runes etched
all over its surface. She carefully slid it over Penn's half-erect shaft, the
hoop much too large to fit around his girth, until she traced her finger around
its width and the runes started glowing. The ring quickly shrank in size, till
it fit snugly around his shaft, tightening and adjusting alongside as if it
were made of a softer, more malleable material.
It felt weightless and warm against Penn's skin, before he stopped feeling its
physical presence altogether. The magic inside was just as subtle, seeping into
his body, dormant for the moment, but definitely there. However this was
supposed to do its thing, Penn would just have to find out later, it seems.
“Are you ready, Master?” Sashi asked, her eyes flicking back and forth from
Penn's face and his shaft. “Or is there something you want first?”
Penn thought for a moment. “Do you reallywant to do this, Sashi? Things got
prettyheated and weird earlier, and I don't think either of us were doing much
thinking...”
Sashi nodded. “Yes, Master.” She said seriously.
Penn smiled. “Go right on ahead, then.”
Sashi smiled back at him as she reached down and wrapped her claws around his
shaft, stroking him to full erectness once more. “Do you want to put your cock
inside me, Master?” She purred, her other hand pulling her panties down between
her thighs. “Or in my mouth, instead? Between my breasts?” She blushed and
grinned even wider. “Or someplace else…? This body of mine is
veryaccommodating, Master believe me...” She purred as she undid the clasps of
her vest.
Penn blushed and bit his lip, eyes roaming all over Sashi—her lips curled up
into a wide smile and parted just so to let him peek into the warm, wet mouth
and eager tongue inside; her bared breasts, perky, rounded, and soft; her pink
slit, already wet and glistening with her arousal; her tail, long, flexible,
and muscular…
He groaned in a mix of arousal and frustration. So many choices…
Sashi stopped her stroking and looked up at Penn. “If it helps, Master, there's
something I reallywant to do first...”
Penn quickly nodded his head. “Do it. Whatever it is. Please.”
The brand on Sashi's back burned and glowed again, but this time, there  was
only  a  very happy smile on  her  face as she let go and shuffled back.  She
lowered her face down to Penn's shaft,  lips hovering just over it . She
giggled softly as she put a claw on his hip, the other  returning to his cock,
before s he parted her lips,  her  hot breath pouring out onto  its  sensitive
skin .
Penn shivered, a little bead of pre-cum forming on the tip of his shaft.
Sashi's eyes widened in, her tongue  quickly down scoop it up. She moaned as
she got a taste of its warm, salty flavour, shivered as she felt a little surge
of power and life run down her spine,  one that  soothed her aches, revitalized
her body, and made her very, very,  very hungry for more… she quickly put her
tongue back to his shaft, eagerly lapping at his head, running her tongue down
his length and back up on the other side, leaving a thick coating of her
saliva, more of it dripping down from her tongue or drooling from her mouth to
cover the few spots she missed.
Penn's fingers tightened on the cushions, a loud groan escaped his lips and
quieter moans followed soon after. If Sashi's tongue on his lips tingled
pleasantly, on his cock it  burned, heating up his skin till it was impossible
to ignore the sensation of her saliva dripping and coating his whole shaft,
making it twitch, throb, and leak, but never getting so hot to be painful—in
one way, at least.
Sashi put her tongue to the bottom of Penn's cockhead and the thick dollop of
pre-cum glistening glistening on it. Her tongue rose up, higher, almost to
it—before she pulled away.
Penn blinked, face red, fingernails already tearing the fabric slightly.
“Sashi...?”
“C-could you grab my horns and pull me in, Master...? Please…?” Sashi asked
meekly, her voice shaking with nervousness and excitement.
Penn wanted back inside her mouth too much to argue. He wrenched his fingers
out of the cushions, and wrapped them firmly around Sashi's horns. To not much
surprise, they felt pleasantly warm and smooth on his hands, and the little
ridges all over its surface ensured he could easily get a good grip on her, and
that his hands wouldn't slip off that easily.
Penn worried about what would happen if they did as he pulled Sashi back down
on his cock. Would the ridges scrape his skin? Would Sashi accidentally ram her
horns into him? (Not as bad as getting gouged at the tips, but she could hit
hard in this form.) Then she wrapped her lips around his cock, started
hungrily, greedily sucking up his pre-cum, and all he could think about was her
warm, wet mouth tightening around his shaft and how amazingit felt.
He almost came right there and then—but then he felt a firm force down in his
sac, one that felt like a barrier stopping his orgasm in its tracks before
coaxing it straight back down. He grunted from the suddenness of it all, the
sound lost amidst all the loud, lewd noises Sashi made as she sucked and
swallowed.
She pulled away with a loud pop, leaving Penn's cock coated in a thick layer of
of her slobber, not a single drop of pre-cum to be seen. “Mmm...” Sashi purred
as she wrapped her hand around his shaft, her claw easily gliding up and down
his length. “You taste delicious, Master...”
Her voice sent shivers down his spine and another thick bead of pre drooling
out of his shaft. “T-thanks...” He mumbled.
“Can I play with myself, Master?” Sashi asked, raising her tail up. The tip of
it curved back into her and started slowly swishing from side.
“Sure...” Penn mumbled.
Sashi grinned and let go of Penn's shaft, her claw returning to his hip. “Thank
you, Master...~” She purred as she brought her head back down, and her tail
curved lower, the tip pressing up between her legs and against her folds.
She put her tongue back to Penn's cock head, licking off the pre-cum there,
savouring the its salty taste, its warmth, and its gooey consistency; her tail
started slowly stroking up and down her slit, pressing up just hard enough to
be felt.
She swallowed, slowly and loudly; her spade of her tail curled up and started
parting her lips, little by little.
She whimpered and moaned, shivers running down her spine, arousal gushing out
of her lips and dripping all over her tail and down to the cushions below.
Penn watched, listened, and finally decided he'd had enough. He gave a small,
light tug, waited a second, before pulling Sashi back down to his cock. Her
lips pressed up against his head, fresh pre-cum drooling and smearing onto her
face; she let out a little squeal of delight, before she turned her eyes up to
Penn and made surehe was watching.
Sashi opened her mouth wide and swallowed the first few inches of Penn's cock;
her tail tip surged into her womb at the same time, burying the spaded tip
within her walls; she quickly tightened her lips around his girth, her moan
ending up muffled.
Penn yelped, his cock throbbing and spurting a healthy gob of pre-cum right
into Sashi's mouth, too small for the ring's magic to take notice. Sashi let
out a little moan of pleasure; she closed her eyes hungrily gulping it all
down; her tail squirmed and writhed inside her, rubbing up against her walls
and sending shocks of pleasure up her spine as more power flooded down from
above and spread to every part of her body.
“Sash…?” Penn said.
Sashi stopped and looked up at him.
“That was hot, do it again.”
She was all too happy to oblige.
Sashi pushed herself down on Penn's cock, swallowing more of him an inch or
less at a time, her tail wormed its way deeper inside her the whole while; her
moans got louder and more frequent, the noises all muffled and muted, and
getting more and more garbled as his shaft filled her mouth.
Penn's grip on her horns tightened, his knuckles slowly turning white from the
strain. Again, he felt the pressure building up inside him, quickly building up
to an orgasm, but a much more forceful push keeping it from happening for the
moment. He groaned, from frustration this time; nowwouldn't have been a bad
time to finish, but the ring seemed to have its own ideas.
Sashi kept on working her way down to Penn's cock, her tail dove deeper into
her womb; she reached the base of his cock first, lips pressing up against his
sac, and her tail quickly surged forward and drove last few inches inside her
before it could go no further. She screamed, her whole body shaking and going
stiff for a moment, before she relaxed and let out a long, low moan of
pleasure.
Her mouth was tight, like it was wrapped around his girth; her throat, almost
painfully so, rapidly tightening and loosening as she choked on his cock. Sashi
opened her lips, her tongue slipping out and trying to lap at Penn's sac, but
never quite making it. He pulled her down even further, his grip tightening on
her horns as drool and pre-cum poured out from her mouth and all over his
crotch, and her tongue licked most of it right back up.
Sashi slipped her tongue back in, wrapped her lips around his shaft again, and
nudged her head up. Penn slowly pulled her back up. She sucked hard as she
could the entire time, as if she wouldn't ever let him go; at the same time,
her tail writhed and wriggled inside her as it made its way out of her folds.
She pulled out of him with another loud pop, a rain of saliva and pre-cum
dripping down back on his cock and pouring from her lips and running down the
sides of her mouth; her tail worked its way free immediately afterward, the its
whole length coated and dripping with her arousal.
They both panted for breath, every one bringing with it another powerful dose
of that spicy, exciting scent, keeping their faces burning red and sweat
pouring down their bodies.
Penn let go of Sashi's horns, his white knuckles steadily turning back to their
usual colour. In what shouldn't have surprised him, his hands didn't feel sore
or tired in the slightest.
“Again, Master…?” Sashi asked.
“Sure.” Penn wrapped his hands around her horns again. “Actually, can I pull
you down myself this time?”
“Oh my god,yes,please.”
Sashi wrapped her lips around just the head of Penn's cock, her hands firmly on
his hips, and her tail tip pressing up against her folds again. She looked up
at Penn, and made a little excited noise, eyes bright with excitement.
Penn took a deep breath, tightened his hold on her horns, and pulled her
straight down the entire length of his cock, the entrance of her mouth to
inside her throat in one go. His voice came out as a little surprised gasp, his
shaft pulsed and throbbed, spurting another gob of pre-cum straight down
Sashi's throat.
He stopped, looking at Sashi to see if he had gone too far, only to see her
frantically working her tail back into her womb, wriggling her hips the entire
time. The feeling of her tongue trying to lap at his sac once more only assured
him he hadn't.
He smiled. Then, he pulled her back up, and did it again.
He kept on forcing Sashi back up and down his cock, her moving right along with
him till he couldn't keep up anymore, and found himself just holding on tight
while she went wild on his shaft. It didn't take very long to drive him to
another orgasm, the pressure building back up inside him with powerful surge
after powerful surge, almost painful with how badly he neededto cum.
The force acted one last time, stopping his orgasm for a second or two before
it disappeared entirely. Penn all but exploded in Sashi's mouth, his cock
throbbing and pulsing hard as it pumped rope after rope of cum straight down
her throat, flooding her mouth, before she pulled out and let the rest splatter
all over her face and her bare chest.
Penn got a good look at the completely, utterly satisfied look on Sashi's
face—eyes half-lidded, cum-filled mouth open and panting, spunk dripping down
the sides of her mouth, on her specs, down her cheeks, on her breasts—before he
fell onto his back, his whole body suddenly feeling heavy, useless, and drained
of almostevery last drop of life he had in him.
He heard Sashi swallowing his cum, slowly, lovingly gulping them down, and
relishing the taste and the way it traveled down her throat before pooled into
her stomach, warm and pleasant.
“I love you, Master...~” Sashi whispered, the last thing Penn heard before he
passed out.
***** Chapter 5 *****
The “Revitalizing Potion” felt like a cross between coffee and liquid murder.
First, searing hot magma pouring straight down Penn's throat, scorching a
blackened, smoking, smouldering black trail on its way down to his stomach
before it pooled inside, burning, bubbling, and boiling yet somehow keeping his
insides completely intact and undamaged.
Second, twin bolts of lightning running up and down his spine, the electricity
shocking every last nerve awake, letting Penn feel just how much it hurt to hav
e every single last pain receptor in your body activated all at once. His eyes
were already wide open from the magma, but now they he felt like he could keep
them wideopen for the rest of his life.
Finally, three raging tsunamis, one giant wall of water rushing up to his while
its companions rushed down a leg each, the sheer force of it jerking Penn's
heavy limbs back into motion, sending his heart pumping, and his blood pounding
through his veins.
Penn felt like screaming as he staggered back to his feet, but his voice seemed
to have been left out of the recovery or temporarily silenced—on purpose, he
figured. With his newly reinvigorated, crystal clear eyesight, he saw Sashi
standing back a good few feet away from where he was, clutching the potion
bottle in her hands, biting her lip, and her eyes firmly facing down at his
crotch again with that hungry look from earlier.
Penn looked down, and saw that the potion had also given him a raging hard-on,
and from the thick bead of pre-cum on his head, set him up for a second round,
too.
“… Are you okay, Master…?” Sashi asked with concern, though her eyes were still
locked on Penn's cock.
“Uh… yeah… I'm okay…” Penn mumbled as he examined himself for injury. The
excruciating pain from earlier was gone, replaced with a feeling not unlike
having woken up from a deep, restful slumber and having spent a good few
minutes stretching out your limbs in the morning sun. “How about you?”
“Good.” Sashi replied, eyes still stuck to Penn's shaft.
“Good enough to fight Rippen and save Boone?”
“Mhmm.” Sashi replied, eyes unmoving.
Penn picked up his pants and started putting it back on. Sashi made a little
disappointed noise. “Later, alright?” He said. “We can do this again when we
don't have to worry about the mission.”
Sashi nodded sadly, before she smiled. “I'll hold you on that promise, Master.”
She said playfully.
With one last check of themselves, their equipment, and the streets outside,
they set off for the palace of Via Solaris.
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From the outside, one might think that the palace had a single, giant gate
leading into a magnificent courtyard, but the reality was far more intricate
and complicated than that. All paths from the ground were through a series of
complex mazes, their twisting and turning paths regularly patrolled by guards;
watched over from the peaks of rooftops, the tops of towers, and the windows of
nearby buildings; and almost all had entrances through unassuming gates, empty
buildings with lively facades, or trap-doors and hidden walls.
It was no wonder visitors and goods were usually delivered by air, no shortage
of fresh crops, people, and other assorted supplies and treasures being hauled
over the high walls and the labyrinthine passages by boats lifted by massive
balloons, and moved with thrumming propellers.
The only clear way in within sight of manyguards, and vigilant patrols on the
transport ships themselves, it made infiltrating the palace a very daunting
task indeed, if not outright impossible—unless one had already been to it,
escaped, and had an astoundingly good memory of the path one took.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Penn asked quietly as he and Sashi
sneaked through the maze-like alleys and halls. “I'm pretty sure the guards
would have blocked off your escape route, if they're not already waiting for us
on the other side.”
“Trust me, Master, I've seen how they work here—no one soldier really knows
every way in or out, and the entrances change every day.”
“And how do you know that?”
Sashi smirked. “They don't do a good job of hiding their patrol routes and
their personal maps, either.”
They stopped and pressed themselves up to a wall. A guard went down a nearby
set of steps, turning around and disappearing around the corner. They kept on
holding their breaths until the soldier emerged on the roof of the building
across the street, stopped, and watched the street below, their back turned to
the duo.
Carried on by Sashi's silent wings, they blasted into a nearby building,
seemingly lighted and occupied from the outside, but only tricks of the light
and whirring machines inside. Sashi dropped Penn off within the cover of the
dummies and their shadows while she headed up to a nearby wall.
“Let's see...” Sashi said as she felt around the carvings, the graffiti, and
the fixtures on the wall. “It should be somewhere around…”--her hand pushed
down on a hidden button--”… here.”
A section of the wall across the room opened up. Inside was a feminine looking
guard who was busy with a mirror and a box of make-up, making their rounded
features more angular, squared, and masculine. They sat on a sack, male's
clothes peeking out of the opening.
Penn and Sashi turned to them, and the three spent some time just staring at
each other in silence.
“If I tell you where a different secret entrance is that leads straight to the
jail, can we forget this ever happened?” The guard asked.
Moments later, the wall slid back over the opening, and Sashi and Penn ascended
up a ladder and through a different hidden passage in the ceiling. They crawled
through claustrophobic vents and down a chute, their path lit only by the
occasional glowing stones set into the walls. Sashi lead the way, on the alert
for any other guards using the paths that crossed with theirs, while Penn
followed behind, trying reallyhard not to focus too much on the fact that the
demon's shapely rear was right in front of his face and those panties covered
even less than he thought they would.
They exited through another false wall to an empty, disused cell, its walls
dilapidated and dusty, the floor littered with trash and assorted junk that
couldn't have been stored elsewhere for lack of space or care. The torches in
this section of the jail were dim or missing, giving them plenty of shadows and
cover to hide in.
Sashi peered out at the nearby halls, before looking back at Penn. “Stay here,
Master. Anything happens, go back into the wall and hide.”
Penn opened his mouth to protest, before closing it and nodding at Sashi. He
found some barrels in a dark corner to hide behind, she flew out to the halls,
silent and swift. She was only gone for a minute, but the sounds of guards
talking and patrolling the halls made it seem even longer. Time itself seemed
to slow down when the occasional guard passed in front of the dummy cell,
Penn's heart pounding faster as he wrapped his hands around his hook and
grasped the few remaining beads he had left.
Finally, Sashi returned. The smile on Penn's face disappeared as he saw the
look of panic and mild horror on hers.
“He's gone!” She said as she handed over a map she had stolen. “I checked his
old cell, and found a memo—they're keeping him in the throne room.”
Penn frowned. “Rescuing Boone's gonna be a lot harder than I thought it would
be, then...” He said as he read the map. Sashi anxiously waited beside him,
wary for any noises from the hall nearby.
“You've been to the Vizier's quarters yet?”
“No Master, but I do know where it is.” Sashi replied carefully.
“Good.” Penn said as he pocketed the map. “We're splitting up again—you go find
any evidence you can against Rippen, I'm going to the throne room to save
Boone. We'll meet up again by the throne room, wherever Rippen's going to pull
off the coup, or worst case scenario, back in jail, depending on how stealthily
I can pull this off.”
Sashi opened her mouth, her eyes flashing gold.
“Please.” Penn quickly added.
Sashi gritted her teeth as the brand on her back started glowing again. After
she escorted him to yet another secret passage—Via Solaris had no shortage of
them—they went their separate ways once more.
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The hall leading to the throne room was wide and open, rows of large windows on
either side, thick beams in the ceiling which someone agile and light on their
feet could use to easily traverse the length of it unseen, hidden by the
shadows and unheard for the distance. There were many potential points of entry
and exit, ones a thief or an assassin could use to gain entry to the palace or
duck out of sight, a security flaw that really wasn't as Penn's eyes fell on
the one and only guard.
The doors they stood in front of were massive. They were just as large,
blocking most of the elaborately carved and lavishly decorated wood with their
body alone, let alone the armour they wore. It wasn't plate mail of medieval
legend but rather a hybrid of complex machines, enchanted metal, and thick
bones and animal hides, an intricate weave that granted its wearer unparalleled
protection, a menacing aura, and Penn had to assume, no shortage of stopping
power for any would be intruders.
He frowned as he hopped the last beam, putting himself just above the giant.
The mask on their face would probably protect them from the gut-lurching
stenches of his noxious beads, and it'd probably take a small handful of the
other bullets to take them down—an approach that wasn't possible, wasn't
stealthy and subtle, and wasn't very heroic, especially because there was no
telling how tough the guard inside the armour was, if it wasn't just a highly
complex Solarian construct inside, or a demon that wastheir equipment.
He thought of climbing out through the windows, try to find some other avenue
of entry, when he noticed a very minor, almost unseen flaw in the guard's
armour. It wouldn't matter in most battles or situations, as it was just edge
of the cottony underwear the guard wore sticking out of the space between solid
chest armour and their leg plates.
Fortunately, this wasn't most situations.
Penn prayed, aimed his hook, and fired—at the distance between them, the guard
never heard the sound. The hook rocketed to the ground by its chain, before it
suddenly stopped just under the bunch of exposed underwear.
“Hmm?” The guard turned around to sound of quietly clanking metal behind them.
Penn quickly swung his hook into the fabric, and pressed the button to retract
it. The hook latched on to the guard's underwear, and took it with it as it
rocketed back up to the ceiling.
Whatever the guard was under that armour, the agony of a mechanically assisted
atomic wedgie seemed universal.
The guard let out a pained, choked noise, before they crumpled to the floor.
Penn took the opportunity to drop from the ceiling, slowing his fall by
latching the hook onto the thick beams on the ceiling. “Sorry, nothing
personal.” He said as he landed on their back.
Penn turned to the door, put on his best heroic look, and loaded his crossbow
with all his remaining ammo. His plan was to shoot another noxious haze down
just as he rushed in, disabling the guards by the door, rescue Boone, then
leave through either the same path or out the windows, then hide in one of the
hidden passages, pray no one would use the same one as them, and wait for
Sashi.
He pressed the doors open by an inch. They suddenly flew wide open and for the
second time that day, Penn found himself surrounded by numerous sharp objects
from every direction. He slowly, carefully handed over his weapons, then raised
his hands into the air.
From somewhere unseen, Rippen laughed. “Told you so, your majesty! These heroic
types never could resist falling right into a trap.” Penn could feel him grin
as the guards bound his hands together.
“That they can't!” A feminine voice replied. “I'm positively delighted that the
situation never seems to get any less tense or exciting, however!”
Penn now helpless to do anything but glare or beg for mercy, the guards broke
away, returning to their posts or down halls and paths in the sides, presumably
to the barracks or to a break room that was out of sight. He took account of
the situation as they escorted him further into the throne room at spear point.
The place was incredibly luxurious and vibrant, most of its richness and beauty
from it being an indoor oasis with streams, trees, and even some birds hanging
about in the branches or the far corners, with a raised, circular platform as
its centerpiece; steps radiated all around it, while the four largest streams
flowed into it and fed the pool underneath; and two trees bending down like
arches at its sides completed the look.
The sultana sat at the very center of it on a luxurious pile of pillows, fine
silks, and soft furs; she saw Penn and waved happily, smiling and beaming
without the slightest hint of malice or anger. Boone was in a cage close by,
reaching out between the bars to manipulate a hastily done model of what looked
like some form of amusement park back home made out of random materials like
utensils, incense sticks, and small trinkets; he gave Penn a look and a wave
that said he was both happy to see him, and reallysorry that he had
inadvertently led to his capture, too.
The part-time villains were on the other side. Larry was dressed in lush and
elegant clothing, with a rather fancy hat on his head and his own smaller pile
of luxurious pillows, while sitting beside him on a single velvet cushion was
Rippen, whose clothes were much more simple and didn't even have a hat, just a
purple scarf tied around his head.
“Oh, hi Penn!” Larry cried as he waved. “You're just in time—we need another
opinion about what shape to make the sultana's pool in her new water park!”
“Though the project is for my people and their pleasure, but what's the point
of being sultana if you can't even get a single pool done the way you want it,
yes?” The sultana added.
“So far, the debate's been about making it a geometric shape and having some
cool designs at the sides, or the center, or just sculpted into the shape of
something like a fruit or a symbol.” Boone continued.
“We've all decided that making it in the shape of her face is out of the
question though!” Larry said. “Just so we're clear, it's because it's way too
egotistic, not because her majesty's face wouldn't be a beautifuladdition to
the park.”
The sultana grinned and laughed. “Ah, this exactly why you are my trusted
vizier, dear friend.” She smiled.
Larry beamed.
Rippen groaned quietly. “Your majesty, if I may be so kind as to offer my
humble opinion, I don't think it's wise to ask this criminalfor advice on your
new project, nor is keeping him and his accomplice here instead of throwing
them back into the dungeon, where they belong.”
“Andthatis exactly why you are my trusted Vizier's assistant, servant.” The
sultana replied, still smiling.
Penn chuckled as he was put into a separate cage beside Boone. “Have you
thought about making it in the shape of a number, your majesty?” He asked as
the door was shut on him. “Maybe a zero with a slash through it?”
“Interesting, but what would the edges of the slash be, stranger?” The sultana
asked back. “Shallow pools for swimmers to relax in? A solid path cutting
straight through the middle?”
“I was thinking maybe a bridge, an overpass—ooh, and we can make it a fountain,
too, put in sprinklers under it and make this huge wall of rain just constantly
falling into the pool, then people can line up on top of it, and jump one by
one into the water, too.”
The sultana nodded and beamed. “I love it. Keep going, stranger, you have my
ear...”
Rippen ground his teeth.
Penn and Boone saw, and exchanged knowing looks.
Larry and the sultana just sat and eagerly awaited their next words.
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Elsewhere in the palace, Sashi waited in the ceiling, hidden by shadows, and
the patrol of guards roaming the halls below her none the wiser. When there was
enough distance between them, she dropped down, her wings barely made a sound
as they slowed down her fall, keeping her hooves from hitting the floor. With
one more quick check around her, Sashi put her claw to the knob of the Vizier's
quarters, carefully opened the door, and slid in, shutting it behind her
without a sound.
Either the real Vizier was an extraordinarily messy, clumsy, and disorganized
man for a high ranking public official, or someone else had their own
suspicions about him. Drawers were pulled open, contents were dumped out and
spilled all over every surface, and a number of the lavish furniture had been
destroyed or ripped apart in case something was hiding behind a false wall,
inside a mattress, or within the hollow of a fixture.
She was about to debate where to start her search when she felt a pair of
gloved hands wrap around her neck.
***** Chapter 6 *****
The struggle was brief but brutal, a flurry of lightning fast kicks, punches,
and strikes that ended up tearing the first few feet of the Vizier's quarters
worse than the rest of the room had been. It was impossible to tell whoever had
the advantage at any given moment—Fadilah armed with a suit of armour,
gauntlets, and boots that'd almost perfectly mimic every advantage and power
Sashi had, the two combatants were evenly matched.
The guards outside in the hall flew to the commotion, throwing open the door
before jumping well out of the way as a hovering storm of violence and curses
poured right on out, obliterating the wood, badly scarring the floors and the
walls in the hall, and making a number of guards wish they'd been standing a
step or two back than they were when stray hooves, boots, and claws made their
way to guts, chins, and shins.
After what seemed like hours worth of ferocious combat—but was really only less
than fifteen seconds of fighting—Sashi emerged the winner, pinning Fadilah's
arms down onto the floor while her tail wrapped around her ankles and bound
them together.
From the way both demon and mortal kept on struggling and grunting, however, it
was clear it was only the first round of many for the night.
“So we meet again, demon...” Fadilah said calmly.
“The name is Sashi.”Sashi spat back.
The violence erupted again. Guards yelped and surrounded the two combatants,
hurriedly shuffling their feet to try and keep up with them as they fought and
tore a path of destruction wherever they went. Those who held out spears used
them more as yardsticks than weapons, helping everyone gauge how far from the
chaos was safe.
New holes in the wall were punched clean through, deep gouges littered the
floors, and a priceless rug was ruined before the two of them stopped once
more, this time with Fadilah pinning Sashi down with a knee to her back,
holding her hooves down, and her tail wrapping around her neck.
“Then you may call me Fadilah; I find it's a great pleasure for my enemies to
know who to curse when I put them back in jail again.”
“… So says the guard that just broke into the vizier's quarters...!” Sashi
choked.
Fadilah chuckled. “I am justified in my actions if it was to prevent a much
more dire crime from being enacted...”
Sashi's eyes widened.
Of what happened next, the witnesses could only say that Sashi brought her hoof
to Fadilah's face, her artificial tail loosened for a moment, then everything
was a blur of movement, grunting, and screaming before the two broke off and
started circling each other, hooves and booted feet thudding ominously on the
scarred and battered floors.
“You found the evidence...” Sashi growled under her breath.
“With thanks to the clues you, your master, and your wizard friend unwittingly
gave me,” Fadilah replied just as quietly. “I'll mention you three to the
sultana when I turn it in to her—maybe it'll help get you all a reduced
sentence.”
“Not if I give it to her first!”
Their wings primed and blasted them towards each other again and again. They
clashed in the center with brilliant flashes of claws and enchanted steel, the
sounds of their battle echoing down the halls and through the labyrinths
outside. Fadilah's fellow guards broke away their moving wall, retreating to
the safety of the sides and cover after one decapitated spear, a bisected
shield, and an accidental depantsing too many.
On one side of the hall, Sashi dug her hooves into the floor, carving a deep
ditch in the ground as she slid to a halt. On the other, Fadilah slammed her
gloves into the walls around the windows, before she went flying out and away.
The two combatants panted, both their bodies and armour heavily scarred and
scratched, sweat pouring down their faces, but their eyes still burning with
rage, Sashi's an ominous blood-gold, Fadilah's an intense amethyst.
“Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Fadilah asked in-between breaths.
“The sultana's doomed if we keep on fighting like this?” Sashi offered.
“Exactly.” Fadilah replied as she stepped back into the hall. “Tell you what:
since we're obviously evenly matched in combat, how about a race, instead? The
first one to get to the throne room takes credit for the evidence. No using
secret passages, only the regular halls; no diving out the windows and taking
shortcuts through the labyrinths, only staying on the chosen path; and the both
of us are free to use whatever tactics we see fit to slow down or impede the
other.
“Sound good?” Fadilah extended her hand.
Sashi smirked as she step forward and took it. “Deal.”
They shook for a few moments and broke away.
“Map!” Fadilah cried. “And get me some water, too!”
The others guards came out of cover and the sides and quickly got to work.
“You know, for a captain of the guard, I'd expect you to want to want the
sultana to know about this plot more than you being the one to tell her about
it.” Sashi mused.
Fadilah scowled. “Via Solaris is a very large, very complex, and veryactive
city where a lotof bad things can and do happen on a daily basis; getting a
position as a guard is easy—keeping it is another question entirely, so its
understandable that we sometimes enact some measures to ensure that we stay on
her majesty's good side.” A guard handed her a map and a pen, she started
drawing a line down a series of halls all ending at the throne room. She handed
it to Sashi, and another guard gave her a water jug.
“The perks and the pay that good?” Sashi asked as she studied their route.
“It's more than just the material rewards, Sashi.” Fadilah said quietly as she
poured half of the water on her head and drank the rest.
The guards quickly copied the map and set to work, drawing a starting line in
the hall, painting signs on the wall to mark the path, and warning those that
were still out that it might be better to take a different route tonight or
stay inside.
Sashi and Fadilah crouched down behind the line, a guard stood well to the side
with a scrap of ruined carpet on a spear as a crude flag.
“Good luck, Sashi—you're going to need it.” Fadilah said as she primed her
artificial wings.
Sashi chuckled. “You too, Fadilah—only you're going to need it more.”
“Challengers ready?” Both tensed. “On 'Go!' 3! 2! 1! GO!”
The flag waved twice, before the guard dropped the spear and ducked for cover.
Sashi blasted off, leaving a tiny sonic boom in her wake, zipping down the hall
at blazing speed—before an excruciating, sharp pain rocketed up her back; her
whole body was pulled back; and her face met the floor with a resounding THUD.
Above her, Fadilah calmly let go of her tail, put her boot off the back of
Sashi's head.
She smirked at her as she offered her her hand once again.
Sashi looked up from the new crater in the floor and scowled. “Okay, I'll
admit, that was pretty good...” She said as she let Fadilah help her up.
“I didn't get to this position by virtue of my name, favours, and connections
alone, Sashi.” Fadilah said.
The two of them lined up again, before blasting down the halls once more.
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“What about the concession stands, your highness?” Boone offered.
The sultana waved him off. “The market will be the judge of that.”
“How about another extension?” Penn continued. “Maybe one for the future?”
“I'm afraid the budget is set in stone, travelers, my people's leisure is not
my only concern nor the only thing the royal treasury is used for. Besides, who
knows what those building materials might be better and easier used for if they
remained in their raw forms?”
“Maybe we can plan what paintings to hang in the bathrooms...?” Boone offered
lamely.
The sultana smiled. “An amusing thought! But no, I'm afraid I've gotten all the
advice I can of you two for my new water park; as thanks, I will send you two
back to the dungeons after my trip to my otherthrone room.” She chuckled and
got up from her cushions. “Guards?”
Penn and Boone watched in subdued horror as her majesty bounced off to a
discrete passage in the corner in the company of two guards, while Rippen
grinned the entire time.
“So I see you find yourselves unable to buy as much time as you'd like,” he
said calmly.
Penn glared at him. “Doesn't matter! We'll just think up of a new plan and a
new way to save the sultana, won't we Boone?”
“Yeah! Wait, we will?”
“Boone!”
“Sorry, man, it's just usually we're either still free or Sashi's trapped with
us when we pull off the daring plan C's...”
“Pull off Plan C, D, E, all the way to the end of the alphabet all you want!”
Rippen spat. “It's not going to matter once I pull off my next plan—a simple
suggestion to the sultana to retire early this night, send you two back to the
dungeons, where you'll be trapped behind bars and much, much,much too far away
to help her...” He chuckled menacingly.
“Before the stroke of the midnight hour, Via Solaris shall be mine.”
“Actually, it won't!” Larry said.
Rippen turned to him. “Say what now?”
“Yeah, our political conspirators and turncoats aren't gonna start the coup
until midnight exactly. Turns out even theyhave unions in Via Solaris.”
Penn and Boone smiled.
“There used to be a loophole that'd totally let us start it earlier than the
contract said, but I told them about it and they got it fixed, so now it's all
better—I even get 20% off the next political uprising I outsource to them!”
Larry beamed.
Rippen put the palm of his hand to his face, then shook his head.
“You know, Sashi's already looking for evidence on you right now, if she isn't
on her way her right now to expose you two right in front of the sultana, Ole
Rip,” Penn said as he relaxed on the back bars of his cage. “So I guess it's
game, set, and match as usual, eh?”
Rippen ground his teeth, before he stopped, realization dawning on him. “…
Unless, said evidence can be proved to be a fraud, and why wouldn'tthe sultana
be suspicious of it—it's coming from the loyal slave of acriminalwanted for
disrupting the peace and injuring a number of guards, someone who'll do every
little underhanded thing to try and free her precious master and his friend...”
He grinned.
“Unless, we can totally defend her in a fair trial!” Boone shot back. “They
have those in Via Solaris, don't they?” He asked, his serious expression
disappearing.
“Yep! They do!” Larry said.
Boone put his game face back on and glared at Rippen.
“Which you can'tdo if you're stuck in prison, and it'd be so much easier and
faster for her most loyal, most trustedvizier to make the decision for her.”
Rippen leered.
Penn was about to shoot back when he noticed the sultana was coming back. Hero
and villain alike made like not much had happened at all, greeting and bowing
to her majesty as she plunked her rear back on her cushions.
“And hello again to you, my servants, good friend, and strangers/criminals!”
The sultana said as she sank back into their luxurious softness. “Did I miss
anything?”
“Nothing much, your majesty!” Larry replied. “Just making small talk with the
prisoners here.”
The sultana smiled and nodded serenely. “Speaking of which: I was just about to
send you two back to the dungeons, wasn't I?”
“That you were, your majesty!” Rippen said. “And just in time, too...” He
grumbled.
The heroes got on their knees. “Please, your majesty, we beg of you, don't send
us back to the dungeons!” Penn said.
“Yeah, it's really dark there, it's impossible to get comfortable on the seats
there, and it's not nearly as nice as your throne room! Which is super awesome,
by the way.”
“I hear your pleas; I appreciate the compliment, and will pass it on to the
designers; but I'm afraid there really is no more reason to keep you two
here—unless you two can give me a reason to?” The sultana looked at them
expectantly.
“We got stories!” Boone blurted.
“Yeah… lots of stories!” Penn said, a smile growing on his face and inspiration
flashing in his mind. “Me, my wizard buddy here, and my… uh… succubus slave
have been adventuring together for a few months now, and boy, have we done a
lot of things in that time!”
The sultana clapped her hands and reclined back on her cushions. “Excellent
answer! I do so love stories—Via Solaris doesn't want from them, but those from
outside the city always tend to have a style all their own, you know? Do tell:
where have you three been, exactly?”
The smile on Penn's face disappeared. “Uh...” Rippen grinned, and inspiration
struck again. His smile slowly returned. “Well, your majesty, I'll have to ask
you a question first: would you believe that I'm not really the man you see
before you right now, and neither is my partner—and that your loyal vizier and
his assistant are actually impostors?”
The sultana's eyes darted to Larry and Rippen, more astounded than worried.
“Hmm… that is a very big claim to ask me to believe! I believe I will need more
explanation, stranger.”
“No problem, your majesty: I've got time. You see, wherever good is threatened,
heroes rise up to the challenge and always save the day! … Except when they
don't. And that's where I come in—and Boone here, and Sashi...”
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Elsewhere in the palace, Sashi and Fadilah were still racing down the halls,
causing a more greatly spaced but still expensive and terrifying trail of
destruction, annihilating numerous formerly priceless paintings, tapestries,
and other decorations that were unlucky enough to be within their path.
The guards thought it might have been prudent of them to start storing and
taking down the art, but with the unpredictable nature of their frequent and
constant clashes and how fast they could disappear down the hall, they decided
not to risk getting in their way while they tried to save a golden bust—it
wasn't like the city lacked for many others just like it, anyway.
“Why do you fight so hard for your master, Sashi?!” Fadilah yelled as she took
Sashi down in mid-air, sending them both sliding on the floor. “He's just a
mortal man, and a nameless wanderer at that!”
A row of decorative jars broke in successively higher and higher pitch, and a
banquet tables legs snapped almost all at once. The now unsupported slab of
wood hung in the air for a few seconds, before it crashed to the ground with a
loud WHUMPH!
Sashi pushed herself up from the floor and reversed their positions, Fadilah
now sliding on her back till they hit the wall and they came to a stop in a
crater. She blasted off Fadilah, slamming her hooves in her stomach to keep her
down.
“His name is Penn,and he's a HERO!”
Sashi brought her claws up to Fadilah's throat, she just barely stopped the
razor sharp tips from reaching her neck.
“I love him, he loves me back!”
The two of them struggled with each other, Fadilah pushing back only for Sashi
to shove right back.
“And frankly, the sex we have is amazing!”
With one powerful surge, Sashi pushed her claws up till they less than an inch
away from Fadilah's skin.
“When was the last time you got laid, huh?”
Though Fadilah was still struggling as hard as earlier, it was obvious
something had changed.
The gold hue in Sashi's eyes disappeared. “Wait, seriously?”
Fadilah scowled at her, but it was obvious she wasn't giving it her all like
earlier.
“… Sorry...”
Fadilah kicked her off, grabbed Sashi by the shoulders, and sent them flying
down the hall and to a row of windows. “My loyalties are not so easily bought
by pleasures of the flesh!” She screamed.
CRASH!
Concrete chunks rained down to the labyrinth below as Fadilah pinned Sashi down
on the window sill, both their upper bodies leaning out to the night air.
“… Butif they were... what of the wizard…?” Fadilah asked quietly.
Sashi frowned.
Worry came over Fadilah's face. “Is he spoken for? Trees over flowers? Sworn to
celibacy?” She asked quickly.
Sashi shook her head as much as she could. “It's not that: I don't think anyone
is his thing, with like, one or two exceptions.”
Fadilah sighed. “Figures.” She pulled them back into the hall, letting Sashi
back on her hooves while she landed just across her. “My point still stands,
however: Istand to keep the glory of my position, the favour of the sultana,
and the privilege of looking out over a peaceful, happy, unfettered city and
know that I had a part in making it so.
“Youstand to keep the glory of being a demon sex slave, the favour of a no-name
adventurer, and the privilege of being his sexual plaything whenever he
pleases.
“I will admit I do not truly know you, Sashi, but it seems like I have the
greater reason to win this.”
Sashi chuckled. “If only you knew how much I want that...”
The two of them blasted down the halls again.
Elsewhere in Via Solaris, a massive bell was rung ten times, letting everyone
know it was two hours till midnight.
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
“… Then bag of weed killer explodes—WUMPH! And where does all that powdery
nastiness go? Why, straight back up to Rippen, of course!” Boone said with a
grin.
On her cushions, the sultana laughed and clapped. In his cage, Penn grinned,
made a finger gun, and casually blew on the “barrel.” Around them, the guards
who'd come closer grinned, cheered, or applauded right with them.
On his cushion, Rippen ground his teeth to dust, and tried to ignore Larry's
clapping and laughing along with everyone else.
“He takes a breath at the wrong time—which, when I think about it, he can't
really control because he was a tree then and they don't really have lungs,
they've got this thing chlorophyll and stuff—but anyway, his leaves all fall
off; Big Red turns into Big, Pale, and Green; and it's 'TIMBERRR!' as he falls
off the water tower and straight to yet another brutal, humiliatingdefeat.
“Plantywood's water supply safe from contamination, Penn and Sashi activate the
pumps, giving the city a nice, refreshing sprinkling, the perfect way to cap
off yet another victorious mission.
“It could have been the first victory Rippen's ever gotten against us, but
thanks to Sashi's, quick, pragmatic thinking, and Penn realizing all the
extremely complicated and convoluted plans weren't such a good idea in this
dimension, Good won—again, and as it always will.” Boone smiled and bowed.
Everyone except Rippen erupted into another bout of applause and cheering,
while several servants moved in and refreshed the food and drink in Penn and
Boone's cages, or fluffed up the cushions that now padded them.
“Man, these stories from these otherworlders are really entertaining!” One of
the guards said.
“I'll say! Someone could make a real fortune, acting them out again here in Via
Solaris.” A second continued.
“Yeah...” A third said. “They could… hey, anyone been writing any of this
down?”
“If not, someone please do! In the meantime, another story, strangers, another
story!” The sultana cried, grinning and bouncing eagerly in her seat.
“Yeah, yeah, another story, another story!” Larry said as he bounced alongside
her. “These are so good, even if I already know what's gonna happen!”
Penn and Boone happily basked in the praise and their enthusiasm, drinking and
eating while they thought up of which adventure to tell them next. Rippen
sighed and shook his head, looking away from the audience delighting in the
retelling of his numerous defeats and humiliations at the hands of Penn and his
friends.
His eyes just happened to fall on an accessory he never noticed he'd zapped in
with: timekeeping device on his wrist. He still couldn't read the etchings, but
the arrangement and the positions of the hands were familiar enough for him to
know that it was getting close to midnight—about fifteen minutes, actually.
His eyes flicked back to Penn and Boone, and saw that the two of them had
happened to busy with a long drink of sweet juice and a sticky candy. An idea
flashed through his mind, and he didn't hesitate to act on it.
“Your excellency,” he said, “the hour grows late, and if I may remind her, she
still has duties to attend to in the morning. Won't it be prudent for our
beloved sultana to retire, get some rest in preparation for the morrow?”
The sultana looked at him, and frowned. “Is it getting close to midnight
already?”
Penn and Boone's eyes grew wide.
Rippen proudly held up the face of his watch. The guards who had similar
devices confirmed it, holding them out by chains, showing off their own wrists,
and one's even sang the time.
The sultana sighed. “Ah, as much it pains me to say it, it appears there will
be no more stories for tonight.”
Penn choked on his drink while Boone struggled speak through the gooey mess in
his mouth. “Wait, your majesty!” Penn cried as he hurriedly wiped his mouth on
his sleeve. “We havelotsof great stories to tell you still! I promise they're
justas exciting if not more so than the ones earlier, and we're not going to
run out for a goodlong time!”
Jaws firmly clamped shut by sweet goop, Boone could only nod and make
affirmative sounding noises.
The sultana brightened up, as did the heroes. “A very tempting offer! But no.”
The boys' faces fell. “The Vizier's assistant is right: it would be best if I
retire and get some rest, I still have plenty of important duties to my city
and my people in the morn. Besides, there will be tomorrow evening to regale me
with your tales, yes?” The sultana smiled, but the boys did not.
Rippen grinned, casting Penn and Boone smug looks. Penn looked at him and
scowled, his features turning serious. “One more story!” Penn cried. “One more
story, your majesty, that's all I ask of you.”
Rippen looked at the sultana and quickly, rapidly shook his head. She looked at
Larry, who was about to nod before Rippen quickly grabbed his face and shook
his head for him. The sultana turned back to Penn, and gave him an apologetic
smile.
“If it helps, I can summon a scribe to get your tales down while they are still
fresh?” She offered.
Penn sighed, his shoulders dropping. “No thank you, your majesty; good night.”
The sultana smiled as she stood up from her cushions. “And good ni--”
SLAM!
The throne room's doors slammed open. The guards there sprang to attention,
readying their weapons until they saw who were standing in the doorway: Sashi,
proudly holding a sealed scroll in her hands, naked from the waist down, and on
the floor behind her, Fadilah dejectedly holding her missing panties.
“Stand down...” Fadilah mumbled.
The guards awkwardly lowered their weapons, unsure of what to make of the turn
of events or the bottomless succubus in their midst.
The sultana sat back down on her cushions. “The stranger's slave appears in my
throne room, unsummoned! And half-naked, too—very amusing.” She purred,
pleased.
“Good evening, your majesty,” Sashi said as she flew across the room till she
was beside Penn's cage. “I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?” She asked as
she bowed.
“We had actually just cut short your master and the wizard here regaling me
stories of your adventures in other dimensions—or should I say, your hero and
your wiseman, sidekick?” The sultana said, smiling.
Sashi gave Penn and Boone surprised, impressed looks before she held up the
scroll. “How about one more from me, your majesty? I promise it'll be worth
your while—it's all about how your loyal vizier's planning to overthrow you.”
She grinned.
The sultana raised an eyebrow at Larry and the now paler-than-usual Rippen,
then smiled at Sashi. “I've changed my mind, the land of slumber can wait for
me yet. Please, regale me this tale, and do not skip anyof the details.”
“Your majesty, I highlyobject to this decision!” Rippen spluttered. “Who knows
what could be inthat scroll? Or if the criminal just hadn't gotten one of the
many forgers in the city to copy your loyal vizier's writing?”
Sashi casually broke the seal and unfurled it in front of the sultana. She
leaned out of her seat and peered at the script. “Hmm… this seems more likeyour
handwriting, servant… tell you what: how about I reserve any and all decisions
until afterI've been told this entire story, start to finish, and you sit there
quietly until I do?”
Rippen opened his mouth to protest, before closing it. He turned to Larry, a
hopeful look in his eyes.
“Oh, and dear friend, my most loyal vizier? I'll do without your advice this
time, thank you.” The sultana continued.
“Okey-dokey, your majesty!” Larry replied.
The hope died as quickly as it appeared. Rippen sighed as two guards casually
positioned themselves close behind him.
Over at the hero's side, Sashi cleared her throat and prepared to read the
scroll. She stopped as she felt someone tap her on the shoulder.
“I believe this is yours.” Fadilah said flatly as she handed over Sashi's
missing panties.
Sashi casually took them back with her free claw. “Thanks.”
Fadilah turned around and prepared to march back to her office.
“Wait, Fadilah!” Sashi cried. She stopped and looked over her shoulder.
“Actually, why don't you tell the sultana all about this?” She held up the
scroll. “After all, youwere the one who found it in the first place.” She
smiled.
Fadilah blinked, before smiling back. She happily marched back to Sashi, took
the scroll from her hands, and stood proudly before the sultana.
“Before I begin, your majesty, I must confess I and the rest of my guards have
made a terrible mistake in thinking that these so called 'criminals' had ever
sought to intentionally cause trouble in our city or endanger your safety—in
fact, it was quite the opposite. The ruckus of earlier today was less an act of
avoiding authority, and more of self-defense, but even still, I do believe
these three should be released without more than a fine to help pay for the
damages and the distress they've caused...”
As Fadilah spoke, Sashi quietly flung her panties into Penn's lap. He blushed
and flinched, she just smiled and kept on looking at the sultana and her guard.
Boone noticed, and quietly gave him a thumbs up before quietly chuckling to
himself.
A little less than half-past midnight, they all zapped out.
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The three heroes floated back into the Oydssey, the panels sliding back over
the portal as soon as they were down, the rest of the machinery powering down
until tomorrow afternoon. They all had smiles on their faces, none bigger than
Boone's.
“So, I see I was right about you two!” He said as they stepped off the
platform.
“Yeah, yeah,” Sashi said, rolling her eyes, “you're the love expert, you can
totally see it when you see it, and neither of us could for months, go you.
You're lucky I'm still in a pretty good mood right now, or I'd be alot less
willing to put up with this.”
Boone raised his arms in mock surrender. “Hey, we're all friends here! Besides,
I only wanted to wish you guys congratulations for finally hooking up, and try
not to launch into too many spontaneous make-out sessions, alright?” He pointed
a finger gun at them as he picked his bag back up and left the Odyssey.
Sashi blushed and scowled, and would have glared at Boone if she wasn't
suddenly so focused on the ratty old theater seats. “Will do, Boone!” Penn said
as he walked up beside her and put a calming hand on her shoulder.
“I willhit him the next time he does jokes about us and every time after that,
so don't even tell me to try to get used to it.” Sashi growled.
“I won't!” Penn said. “I was just going to...” His voice trailed off.
Sashi looked at him curiously, before she followed his eyes.
Up in the catwalks, Phyllis looked down at them with a more unamused expression
than usual.
The two instinctively stepped away from each other. “Hey there, Phyllis!” Penn
waved awkwardly. “You wouldn't happen to have seen anything we might have, you
know--”
“Yes.” Phyllis replied flatly. “Saw everything.Was like having acid poured on
eyes while hot needles carve images into brain, and Most Terrible Songs of the
Multiverse plays right in ear. Would like very much to forget, but can't.
Sashi burned completely red. Penn's face fell in a mix of horror and full,
encompassing mortification.
“Do not worry—have programmed censors to block out horrible images and noises
in case two make like horny teenagers again.” Phyllis pulled out a remote. “If
want comparison, can watch it agai--”
“NO!”
Sashi and Penn grabbed their bags and fled from the Odyssey as quickly as they
could, stopping only as they got out of the doors and into the quiet, peaceful
street outside. They stayed there a while, cheeks burning red, panting, and
letting the full extent of the horror and embarrassment sink in.
“Oh my god, that has got to be one of the most embarrassing moments of my
entire life...” Sashi mumbled as she stared firmly at the ground.
“Yeah...” Penn mumbled. “But hey, look on the bright side: we now have our
first embarrassing sex story as a couple, right?” He smiled.
Sashi glared at him, and it quickly disappeared. Penn quietly looked away and
studied one of the rotting panels in the Odyssey's awning instead.
“… Hey Sash?” Penn asked.
“What?”
“I just remembered something,” Penn said as he looked back at her. “”Back in
the dimension, I did promise you that we'd… you know… after the mission,
right?”
Sashi blushed. “Yeah, you did.”
“… So…?”
“Depends: your uncle and aunt home, and is the chinchilla gonna be there?”
Sashi asked seriously.
“Uh, yeah. Your parents?”
“Both there, alongside my brother.”
Penn frowned. “So I guess it's gonna be a lotlater, then.”
“Or we could change it: I wouldn't mind dinner and a movie...” Sashi offered.
Penn smiled. “How's this Friday at 7 sound? I know a great pseudo-Italian
place.”
Sashi smiled back. “I'd like that.” She turned around and left for the bus
stop. “See you tomorrow at school, Penn, and don't you dareforget Friday,
alright?”
“I won't!” Penn replied. “Oh, wait, Sash! I just remembered another thing!”
Sashi stopped and turned around to ask him what it was, and quickly found
herself pulled up into a kiss. Her eyes widened in shock, before she quickly
relaxed, arms wrapping around Penn's waist. He pulled away much too soon for
her liking, casually putting her down and gently prying her arms off him.
“See you, Sash;” Penn said softly. “I got a date with the back of my closet,
and a bow tie to find.”
Sashi huffed. “You show up to my place wearing that, it's coming off before you
get me out of that door.”
“Or I can do something to convince you to let me keep it on...” Penn waggled
his eyebrows suggestively.
Sashi turned red and pushed him away. “Just go home already! I'm going to miss
the bus, and we're turning into a stupid cheesy romcom scene out here!”
Penn gave her one last salute before finally setting off for home.
Sashi turned her back to him, and walked off to the bus stop with a huge grin
on her face.
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“Later” turned out to be a couple of months. Between the lack of complete
privacy that two mostly broke teenagers could get with very involved and active
parents/relatives, or a nosy little brother who delighted in ambushing them
when they thought they had the place to themselves, it was very hard to do
anything further than making out and some light touching.
The Multiverse had been just as accommodating—they weren't in the mood, the
mission was a far bigger priority, or for whatever reason, they just couldn't
get intimate (or oftentimes, figure out how). Crises in Via Solaris rarely
escalated to the level of needing a part-timer, or a different team was needed
that day than them, too.
There were also times when they'd much rather use a perfectly good opportunity
to stay in playing videogames, just watching a movie without the fooling
around, or lazing about in each others' company, half-naked for comfort more
than any plans to do anything sexual.
Then, there was one night where the stars aligned, Sashi's parents were due to
take George to an event that'd leave them the entire apartment to themselves
and little less than four hours of complete, assured alone time, and suddenly
it was like that night back in the pillow warehouse.
The TV marathon continued on in the living room without them; the snacks and
soda stayed on the coffee table, half-eaten and forgotten; and Penn and Sashi
found that they couldn't dash into her room, lock the door, and fall on her bed
fast enough.
They kissed each other hungrily, lips parting, tongues tangling, both pushing
and pulling, trying to get as much of a taste of the other before they got
booted back into their own mouth it was their turn to get explored for the next
few seconds or so. All the while, their hands roamed each other, touching each
other in ways that sent shivers up the others spines, ways that elicited all
manner of delightful noises, ways that reminded them that yes, they were here,
and yes, this wasn't a dream, this was all blissfully, wonderfully real.
There wasn't any succubus magic acting on them that night, no enchanted saliva,
no primal hunger for human life force, no supernaturally beautiful looks, but
frankly? They didn't needthem.
They pulled away gasping, panting for breath, sweat pouring down their skin as
their faces burned hot.
“Want to take this all the way, Master…?” Sashi purred.
“Oh, please,yes.” Penn said.
She broke away from his grasp, clutching handfuls of his shirt in her hands as
she pulled him up her bed till he was resting on the pillows at the head of it.
Sashi looked up at him and grinned, the predatory, hungry look on her face
exactly the same but for the lack of gold in her eyes, the glow of her bedside
lamp making her look even more menacing and exciting than Via Solaris' moon
could.
She didn't move down to his waist this time; instead, one hand reached up to
the top of her vest, while the other spread out on the zero on Penn's shirt.
They both started trailing down, one undoing buttons, opening Sashi's vest and
shirt, the other making its way down past his stomach, past his belt, till it
finally rested on his bulge.
Sashi shrugged off her clothes, exposing her well-toned muscles and her
breasts, firmly snuggled in a plain white bra. She pushed her chest up,
offering Penn a better view as her free hand reached behind and fiddled with
the clasp.
Click. Sashi's bra fell off. She grinned up at Penn. “Still like 'em even
without the piercings?”
Eyes firmly locked on them, Penn replied, “Yes.”
“I'm not getting ones here too, Master—but if it makes you feel any better, you
can ask me to do anything you want tonight...~” Sashi purred.
She gave his erection a light squeeze through the fabric, and Penn came
immediately.
If the sudden change in the heated, passionate atmosphere didn't tip her off,
Sashi need only to see the look of horror, self-disgust, and disappointment
coming over Penn's to know what happened. She let go of his erection and sat up
beside him, the teasing look on her face gone and replaced with one that was
trying very hard to look as sympathetic as she really, actually was.
It was completely silent in Sashi's room for a while; Sashi tried to look at
Penn, but he couldn't meet her eyes.
“… I could still go down on you and eat you out?” Penn said as he carefully
looked back at Sashi, a hopeful smile on his face.
Sashi wrinkled her nose. “Ugh, sorry, Master, but I'll have to pass; I get off
me going down on you, not the other way around.”
Penn frowned. “I'm sorry I ruined our 'first' first time, then, Sash...”
Sashi smiled warmly at him as she put her hands on his shoulders and nuzzled
against him. “I don't mind, Master—honestly.”
Penn blushed and awkwardly wrapped his arms around her. “Really? Because things
were pretty superheated back there and now they're not...”
Sashi pulled away and shot him a look. “Would I be still with you, half-naked
in my bed if I were in it only for sex? It's youI want, dummy—the sex is just a
bonus.” She purred as she buried her face back into his neck.
“I love you, Master.”
Penn smiled. “I love you too, Sash.”
Sashi soon fell asleep in Penn's arms, a lazy smile on her face. He smiled and
held her close, enjoying the feeling of her warmth and her body on him, and the
sounds of her peaceful breathing, and the two of them just being alone
together.
If he'd asked if he could change out of his underwear sooner, the moment would
have been perfect, but he wasn't complaining.
Chapter End Notes
     And it's done! Afraid I won't be doing any new Penashi Smut fics in
     the future, it's a little too far out both my comfort zone and the
     interests and turn ons of that part of my brain.
     To those of you who want it, I apologize, it seems I'm not going to
     be that author.
     To the people that have bared with me for this entire project, thank
     you for reading.
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