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Bakunyuu Baka! - The Story Board Post yer fan-fiction or your original stories here. Let's prove to the world that yes, we freakin' read.http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/list.php?8Thu, 09 Sep 2010 00:13:25 -0700 Phorum 5.2.7 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7733,7733#msg-7733 Clash of destinies. (7 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7733,7733#msg-7733
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The creation of a harmonious country is a great undertaking, and great undertakings require great men.

Before the days of the Emperor, the Middle Country was plgued by the petty ambitions of the lords of the warring states, and bandits thrived, and even encouraged by the myriad of schemes that the masters of the land undertook to dominate their rivals. To anyone you would care to ask, it had always been that way, and would always be that way. However, the fortunes of Heaven and Earth are ever-shifting, and the world of men is never at eternal rest, much like the rolling sea.

The ones called the masters of the sacred arts- righteous warriors with unmatchable skill, used their own might to overturn the warlords, one after the other, crushing the bonds of the people and the borders of the states alike. However, the people remained without direction, and so these Masters chose from among the most virtuous of the defeated lords to create a sovereignty that could give the Middle Country direction and peace, defeat the raging bandits, and keep out the enemies of the people. The Emperor owed much to these people, and so the masters were allowed to set up great schools to attract students, and teach them the ways of combat and philosophy. The descendants of these men became powerful in the new Empire, and were accorded the respect and privileges equal to the greatest scholars and highest nobles, allowed to do almost all that they pleased due to the trust of the Emperor.

However, the fortunes of Heaven and Earth are always in flux, and the fate of men can change at the turn of a hand.

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Master Flying Phoenix- The current master of any of the Great Schools took the name of its style once he reached the top- quickly drank the last of his tea from its porcelain cup. He set it aside though he was getting into his autumn years, he still had the vigor of his youth, and his red, phoenix-patterned surcoat hung off of his broad shoulders. He had already heard the crashing below, and knew that his students wouldn't be able to hold back a guest such as the one who has entered the ground floor less than an hour ago. He stood up and did his stretches. After all, those were the key to preparing for a good workout, one which he knew he was likely to receive.

There was no one in the Empire who dared challenge one of the Masters of the Great Schools if they didn't know they stood a chance of winning. He took one deep breath. "You may let our guest in."

The guards were quite happy to make way. The Nekomimi that entered was of the tigress variety- Well, to be more precise, it would be her bust that entered first. The huge orbs, while being held snugly in her red fighting clothes, still jiggled for all they were worth. The folded top was forced to show a good amount of the inordinate cleavage that she possessed, while blow the orange, tigerstriped sash was a manner of loincloth arrangement, two wide rectangles of fabric over the front and back of her legs and wide hips. Her similarly colored, light orange and black ears wiggled a bit, and she pointed at Master Phoenix. "You know, for a guy with such a big school, you sure don't want to be seen. It told them this was important business and everything!"

The master of the school took off his surcoat. "There is also a 'no pets' sign up front. Of course, the fact that you even made it in here when my followers aimed at keeping you out, means that you might even be worthy of facing me just on your own merits. Now, what is it that you want from me? It's certainly not to chat."

The tiger-girl grumbled. "You know very well what I want. I've been shouting it around ever since I got to this city in the first place!"

The master nodded. "Well, I'm afraid that our schools will never consent to teach animals such as yourself. As for your other claim..." Master Phoenix rose from his seat. "You have shown an ability to beat trainees, but you are likely still nothing compared to me. Let me teach you a lesson from one of the Great Schools. Blink and you'll miss it." The first rush didn't go as planned. All hit hit with his first set of blows was the air, the woman weaving her way through his attacks. He saw her tail unprotected, though, and made a grab for it. All that got him was a kick to the chest, causing him to cough before stepping back. He smiled. "Well, it seems you have some basic skill, but not enough to back your claim."

She nodded. "Ah, don't you want to know my name?"

He smiled, and shook his head. "Why bother? You'll just run off back to the wilderness after I'm done." He straightened, and spread his arms. "Go on."

While the Tiger's punch might have hit anyone else, she has to look up to see where her opponent had gone. He certainly had the height advantage thanks to his sudden leap, and she got a kick to the cranium for her efforts, causing her to stumble backwards. She was quick enough to recover, but not enough to find an opening in the next flurry, dodging and blocking as she was able. Her own kick went wide, though, and smashed the head of one of the phoenix statues in the room, much to the dismay of her opponent.

He was, however, more concerned with the statue than himself, as he flung himself back into the fight. While blows ere successfully exchanged, and he seemed to be getting in more strikes, something was nagging at the back of his mind- She didn't seem worse off than him besides, and there was something wrong. He noticed too late. His back hitting the wall proved to be the dread distraction that the tiger lady required in order to smash him through it, and he wasn't able to recover quickly enough to avoid her leaping one-foot stomp. he was thankful that the floor had enough give to let him crash through to the first floor of the building. He did recover quickly enough to get out of the way when she leaped down through the hole, and soon stood on opposite sides of the entry hall. She took a deep breath, but was a tad surprised by his next move.

She had noticed the protective charms around his hands, and soon divined their purpose when his hands caught fire. He clapped them together, and breathed between them, sending a blast of flame across the room. She narrowly escaped, and ducked again- The smell of smoldering fabric and fur told her it was far too close for comfort, and even if it didn't hit her the smoke would eventually take her breath away, leaving her at even more of a disadvantage. The didging gave her precious few seconds with which to think.

Her instinct took over. She rolled and dashed in between bursts of flame, coughing all the while, and tackled right into him , carrying him on her shoulder as she rammed him through the wall and into the courtyard, tossing him before getting on all fours to cough and recover.

As the trainees looked on, neither of the pair seemed to be in especially good shape. While Master Phoenix landed on his feed, blood trickled from the side of his mouth, and his breathing was a tad irregular, and she hd caused some painful inconveniences that he couldn't shrug off. The tigergirl wore a more revealing outfit, so a cursory glance might call her worse for well, what with the scuffs and cuts and other m,arks of combat, but her breathing was even, if somewhat fast. the little wisps of smoke coming off the edges of her ears, tail, and clothes were not promising, however. She nodded. "It his been a good fight, but we don't need to go on. Can't you acknowledge my claim, and we can both go?"

Master Phoenix stood up straight, and smiled. "Amazing. For all your sound and fury, you've been able to prove nothing. My only mistake has been in failing to admit that some savage like you could hurt me. I could have ended this in one blow if I so chose." His body was soon surrounded by a powerful flame, and the gigress could easily feel the heat and wind from where she stood. "Be grateful, for I am showing you one of the greatest techniques of this school, and your body will soon become a warning to others who would challenge me so lightly!"

The tigergirl's mind raced. There's no way I can even touch him if he's like that- But that fire is a manifestation of his chi, so maybe... She took a deep breath, and readied herself, holding her palms towards her opponent, with her thumbs touching each other. Master Phoenix executed an incredible leap, and deemed to defy motion as he began to dive towards her, arms outstretched like the namesake of his school. However, the girl was not defenseless at all against such an attack, and put her plan into action.

the trainees looked on shocked, as the girl let out a great, sustained shout, the power of her breath whisking the flames away from his body like so many autumn leaves, and, helpless to stop himself, the girl's powerful kick met him on the way down. He went far, his body skipping once across the tiled surface of the training ground, and he smashed full on into the great gong at the other end of the courtyard with a great, deep, booming crash. She dropped to a knee, the incredible effort of countering that technique and making such a powerful blow catching up to her, but the result was worth it.

Master Phoenix got up on his hands and knees, but his body refused to obey his urge to fight on, unwilling to destroy itself for his pride. He looked up as the woman made her way over to him, and she smiled. "Well, now do do you give up to me, Hu Xia?"

He grumbled. "I haven't, but my body has, and will not fight for me. I would say it has made a fool of me, but foolishness comes from the spirit, not the form." He sighed. "Just because I am going to respect your skill, doesn't mean that I will respect you."

She smiled. "Well, that's all I need. See you!" She could hear him ask his trainees to carry him back to his room. She groaned softly as she had a stretch after passing through the outer gate of the Flying Phoenix school, and oohed softly as a little transformation took place- Her already huge breasts plumped up a bit further, her hips swelling a bit as well. "Ahhh~ Well, I was going to need new clothes anyway... But first, a bath would work wonders."

A raven flew West from the gate.

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It would eventually reach its destination on the frontier, where it would perch on the armored shoulder of a general, an old but strong veteran of the Emperor's army. The general turned his good eye towards it, stroking his gray beard as he listened to it 'speak'. One of his bodyguards turned to him. Once the raven had finished making its noises, the general nodded. The bodyguard spoke. "Master Silver Wolf, may I ask our honored general what has happened?"

The general nodded, putting his helmet of the topknot that held is long, gray hair, tugging the cord of his eyepatch to keep it in place as he did so. "Master Flying Phoenix has been defeated, without room for doubt or speculation by some manner of tiger woman who possesses incredible amount of skill channeled through a powerful art. Ravens are smart birds- they can tell diamonds from beach pebbles."

The bodyguard nodded. "How could he have lost such a fight?"

Master Silver Wolf nodded. "There is nothing he believed more highly in than his own excellence. Such arrogance is a mistake. Even if he only took one second to correct it, a mistake of once second is enough to cost a battle. However, she must have had the skill to exploit such an opening. She has made things complicated for the rest of us."

The bodyguard nodded. "Master, what shall we do?"

He nodded. "In time, we will have to return to the capital. Make sure that it is known far and wide. She will come to challenge men, and we will fight. The rest is up to the heavens."

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Hu Xia, the tiger woman, rested comfortably in her bath, inhaling the steam as she soothed her naked body in the hot waters. The presence of the water and the clear, helpful air helped her body quickly mend the injuries she took in the fight, slowly restoring her body back to almost exactly the way it was before the fight- not including the increased proportions, if course. She would stay here a while while her neew clothes were being made and her old ones were mended. She sighed softly. "Ah... That was hard! Lets see..."

She opened up her scroll, looking down the list. she gently marked an X by Flying Phoenix, and gulped a bit-

X Flying Phoenix
Raging Ox
Wild Boar
Jade Monkey
Silver Wolf
Vaulting Horse
Dashing Hare
Lunging Serpent
Snaking Rat
Golden Ram
Cloud Dragon

She groaned- "Ohhh... Am I going to have to fight all of them? That'll take forever!" She hmmed. "But! It's a small price to pay. I don't want to be the only one of my people who knows these sorts of things. We've lived in the Empire at least as long as they have, so I'll fight them all so show them that we can be taught the deeper secrets of the wise." she winced a bit at a sudden backache. "Mmph. But for now, bath." She sank more deeply into the water, and sighed, purring a bit.

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Far away, however, Master Cloud Dragon was dying. The inner circle of the school elders gathered about him, but a curious eighyt guest rushed in, and kneeled by the bedside. Kushai's short, blue hair was press by a green headband wrapped around his forehead, and was wearing the formal dress of the school- a blue-green buff coat done to look like robes. "Master, you called for me, and I am here. Let me know what must be done."

The old master nodded. "Every man has an allotted span of years in his life, and I was fortunate to have so many, but that has all passed. I have gathered you all here to make my last request- Kushai is to be the new master of the school." He weakly waved away the shocked gasps. "He is the one who is most worthy- he has displayed wisdom and skill far beyond his years, and I see him doing what must be done for the sake of our school. There is nothing that exists that can deflect him from that purpose." The elders nod in agreement, and placed the dragon surcoat over his shoulders.

Kushai nodded. "But what of the other masters? They won't stand for it?" A letter was handed to him.

"I had already provided for such things." The dying master nodded. "Show this to them, and they will likely listen. It's a shame that my reputation must decide such things, but it is so." He took one, last breath. "Goodbye, Kushai." He then closed his eyes, and died. Kushai put the letter in his coat, and nodded to the others in the room.

"Is there anyone else who knows of this?" No headshaking. "We must keep this a secret until the others acknowledge my authority. Once that is done, we can make this public. Without the support of the others, I am nothing. I must do this in person as well, so tell the others that I have been sent on an errand by the Master."

One of the elders spoke up. "We shall continue the regular instruction. No one is yet ready to learn the deeper secrets from the master himself, as you did. We'll be able to keep things under wraps while you're away- It's not like many know the truth of our method of instruction, so we can just make up some things while you're away."

Kushai smiled. He knew that he had to go through some seemingly unrelated drudgery during his training. He dropped the smile, and nodded. "I shall see Raging Ox first- out of the others, no one respected the late master more than he."

With that, the new Master Cloud Dragon left under the cover of darkness, with none else the wiser.
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(All profile thingies will be in this thread, and added in-between installments.)]]> R-9 The Story BoardMon, 31 May 2010 08:08:40 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7426,7426#msg-7426 "Last One Out, Close The Door"- With audience participation! (95 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7426,7426#msg-7426
I write stories-for-pay for one of the regulars on this board; did you know that?

Well, the story in question has quickly spiraled into its own universe, but I want to keep my creativity flowing so I don't feel burned out.

Everything I write in this story is going to be adapted into the story that will make its way to said regular's e-mail inbox.

But I'd like for everyone else to enjoy what's going on, so here's the part that'll make it fun for the board.

At the end of every story post that I make, I will allow ONE POSTER to suggest what the main character will do next, from a first-person perspective. I will then write the next part of the story based on that decision.

Decision points will be marked by bold text in the story. Information given to you in either current or previous chapters- or maybe even deaths- may aid you in determining the best way to proceed. You also don't necessarily have to pick one of the suggested decisions... sometimes you may be forced to fend entirely for yourself in that regard, anyway.

If you are killed as a result of your actions, you will notice a lot of red text detailing the exact moment things go to hell.

Rules:

-Once you post an entry, you must wait for either two days to pass or two other people to post- whichever comes first.

-It is possible for the main character to die over the course of the story due to bad decisions or simple mistakes. Should such a scenario come up, it will be written anyway, but I'll just rewind time to the previous decision point and let someone else have a go.

-Some of you are going to recognize names and descriptions used in this story. I ask that you not give away the nature of what's going on if you are familiar with the names, people and locations that appear in the story, but you are free to comment on how the situation seems to be getting.

Your main character:

As far as the board is concerned, you're pretty much a blank slate, so don't worry too much about it. The main character in the story proper will be a 24-year-old woman fresh out of college with a decent body and larger-than-normal breasts (just for you guys =3), nervous but excited about her new job, which the story will take place during her first day on. Her name is Miyuki Moriyama, but it isn't likely to come up much during the story.

I will be starting the story soon using this very thread.]]> Yuka Takeuchi Fan The Story BoardWed, 05 May 2010 08:57:12 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7276,7276#msg-7276 Nothing in Between (1 reply)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7276,7276#msg-7276

But we all knew it, humanity had already peaked. Much like a bald man trying to comb over his remaining hair over the bald spots, it's obvious things are on a steady decline. Despite how colorful and full of promise we try to make it seems it has, it's all a bunch of black, and white to me.

And who am I? I'm Daxius Rowe, detective for the Sometimes City police department, and the oldest member of the force at the ripe old age of 23.

Got your attention now? Picturing a dystopian society? Don't.

You see, the police force is mainly a lark in our mostly crime free society. So, teenagers usually join it in the hopes of playing 'Cops & Robbers'. They're quickly disappointed and leave. I'm still in it because frankly, I usually fail the qualification tests for all the other jobs. Leaving me as the modern antique in society.

I don't really mind. It's just me in my pond. Yes, it may be stagnating, but it's still JUST ME. I like being alone.

Now, as I mentioned earlier, crime never really happens. Yes, there's the occasional theft, or mugging. But more-or-less, ever since the war, humanity has come together in a truest sense of unity.

And the symbol of this unity? A family hugging, looking up at you as if you were the outsider, with the littlest child, a girl, with one little hand holding her mothers, while the other is outstretched towards you, holding a flower, with the caption:"Ours is a world; together."

Creepy, isn't it?

My story begins on a cloudy Monday night, I was listening to the music of Bernard Herrmann before I was called in, and it might have affected my judgment that night..."

"What's the story?" Daxius Rowe asked as he came to the entrance of the hotel. Wearing his favorite coat and fedora, his hair a dark brown.

"Get this, Dax." A whipsy, red-headed teen said with a smile as he came running up. "It's a murder!"

Daxius stopped in his tracks upon hearing the news, and cocked his head as he looked to the younger man. "Really now?"

"Yeah, and it's not just any murder it's-"

"Steve, I swear to God, if you say Cthulu murdered her, I'm going to shoot you straight in the face."

"Hehe, it might have been Nyarlathotep!" Steve quickly rebutted.

Daxius quickly pulled out his gun, held it by the barrel and proceeded to pistol whip Steve across his smiling face.

Steve hit the ground with a loud crash. There was a long moment before he let out a chuckle and starting pushing himself up from the ground while wiping the blood that was pouring profusely from his nose.

"Is that any way to treat someone a week before retirement, Old Man?" Steve asked with a grin to Daxius.

"Steve, I would have hit you if you were straight from the academy, or living in a retirement home." Daxius then started walking towards the elevator. "Stupid always needs to be punished."

"Whatever you say, Dax." Steve said as he started following the detective to the elevator.

Dax hit the button and with a ding, the doors opened, and the two walked in.

"What floor?"

Steve snorted some of his blood before speaking. "Top floor, penthouse suite."

Dax hit the button and the elevator whirred to life, pulling the two upwards.

The detective ran a hand across his tired face; he was supposed to be in bed an hour ago. "So who's the victim?"

To that, Steve's smile returned to his face. "Get this, it's Valkyrie Jones!"

Dax dropped his hand from his face. "Who?"

Steve recoiled to Dax's question. "You don't know!? Geez, I guess the Old Man is out of touch."

Dax gave a glare to the bushy teen. "Get on with it."

"She's the owner of the largest breasts in the world! Or rather, was." Steve said with a solemn nod.

Dax shut his eyes as tight as they could, to hide his surprise at who the victim was. To his relief, the elevator dinged to a stop, and the doors opened.

Steve zipped out before Dax, quickly yelling. "The Old Man's here!"

Giving a sigh, Dax walked out of the elevator and into the penthouse suit door, that was wide open, the occasional flash of light from the photographer going off. Passing the threshold, he immediately saw the body, laying face first into her carpet, her naked breasts which reached down to her hips, were squashed against the floor. She was naked except for the skirt she was wearing, and carved into her exposed back was the word:"Moo."

"Dax! It's good seeing you!" A mousy girl came bounding up to the detective with clipboard in hand.

"Hello, Laurie." Dax said as he reached his hand out for the clipboard.

"Oh my God! My first real case! Dax, we're going to be famous after this!" Laurie squealed in delight.

"I know!" Steve cheered back. "I'm seriously tempted to postpone my retirement because of this.

"Please be quiet." Dax let out while starting to flip through the papers.

The two teenagers quickly got the message and walked away, to talk of their dreams of fame in private.

According to the bio-bots, Ms. Jones, the owner of the largest pair of breasts in the world has been dead for 2 hours. Even earlier, it seems her neighbors below her called the police for her loud, very sexual moaning.

"Huh." Dax let out. "Strange, according to the bio-scan, there was no sign of rape, nor any trace of bodily fluids of any kind."

Dax continued with the report, it seems her pool boy, who to her eccentricity demanded he clean her pool only at midnight, discovered her body. Proceeded to call the police, and then fell into shock. He's currently at the hospital.

"Can't talk to him until tomorrow." Dax grumbled under his breath.

The report goes on to state that Ms. Jones choked to death on something, and there was no sign of the tool used to carve the word into her back.

"Hooray. My first murder case and I get jack for details." Dax stated before waving Laurie over to take back the clipboard. "Well, this has been a waste of my time."

"Aww, don't be like that. Think positive!" Laurie said with a smile.

Dax turned around and left, wanting to go back to bed.

"So, Dax..." Steve said as he caught up to the detective. "Excited about getting a partner tomorrow?"

"Oh. I forgot."

"Huh." Steve said as he pressed the elevator button. "Apparently, she's a genius. Haha, maybe she'll be able to crack this case wide open for you."

Dax shrugged, he didn't care either way. She was only being partnered with him cause he was the longest running officer on the force, and everyone was extremely under qualified to be partnered with her. He likely was too, but he had something she didn't; experience.

"What's her name?" The detective asked. "Hell, and her age. I refuse to deal with any more kids like you." Dax spat out.

"Heheh, aren't you grumpy." Steve said with an unwavering grin. "Her name is Elly Hunter, and she's 19. She's a year away from full retirement!"

"Ah." Dax gave a nod. "So, thinking of sticking around to full retirement as well Steve?"

Steve shrugged. "I dunno. I'd rather get out at 17, rather than dying of boredom."

Dax glared at Steve.

"If you think what happened here tonight is boring; then you are stupid."]]> Deathtronhammer The Story BoardSun, 18 Oct 2009 13:37:36 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7256,7256#msg-7256 Bakunyuu fantasy- Characters 'n things. (3 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7256,7256#msg-7256
Inquisitor Veilia Ashtinari.

Veilia was a child given over to the goddess church in the hopes that it might make a good woman of her. As white hair is popularly perceived as a symbol of one who is cursed by the gods, only the church would give her a good upbringing among those who would be willing to help her. And they did. Veilia grew up under the guidance of the church, and during the dawning of her teen years, was sent away to a shrine that housed the cup of Saint Veros, one of the founders of the church, along with other young wards. However, fate did conspire against Veilia, for she would not know peace.

it was only a few months later that the elven king and his bodyguards personally stormed the shrine to seize the powerful artifact, and the surprise attack claimed the lives of everyone but Veilia. The king cut two long scars in the shape of a cross on the right side of her face because, it's said, he couldn't stand the thought of a human possessing such beauty. While Veilia recovered, her soul did not, her spiritual development damaged from the horrors her saw, and her physical vision was tainted thereafter, the girl viewing the world through a washed-out grainy filter. After her recovery, she embarked on the inquisitor's path. She was a violent and troubled youth, but a her coupling with Parseia made a world of difference.

She is a consummate inquisitor, possessing keen wits and incredible strength, along with the powers granted to her by the goddess.

Height- 5' 7"
Eyes- Foggy gray/blue when she's seeing clearly.
Hair- Relatively short, white.
Cup size- D

Parseia Verani.

Parseia went to the church after an extraordinary event. In a river town close to the Upcountry, curious phenomena were taking place. The river would occasionally grow black and thick as mud, bulls would ram into each other until dead, and, big, black flies would gather so thick as to form temporary walls in the middle of the street. the sun seemed dimmed over the town, and a sense of miser crept over everyone. Parseia prayed to the goddess day and night, begging her for help.

Eventually, she got it.

Her mind was covered by visions, her mind touched by the goddess, allowing her to see truth through her eyes, and it was this power that allowed her to divine the problems with her town. Apparently, a cult of the Great Ruin had set up underground, and her timely action was able to foil their plans. The cultists were killed to a man by an inquisitor and the church knights, who would allow her to come with them and learn about the miracle she was imbued with. Her parents allowed her to go, and become a priestess, since she had obviously been blessed.

Parseia was a good student, and was even able to bring out the good in Veilia once again, despite the curse that dogged her life. Her body developed magnificently, taking on what some corners believe to be an approximation of the form of the goddess, as well, developing extremely large bereasts and magnificent hips.

Height- 5'11
Hair- Long, green, braided
Eyes- Deep green.
Cup size- M or more.

Adani Semara.

Little was known about Adani, save for the fact that she was a wandering sorceress for many years of her youth, collecting disparate bits of magical tradition form the corners of the continent. Her purpose was to gather all of the bits of magic that had fallen by the wayside and create a new style of magic, taking the best of the traditions that had fallen by the wayside. This occasionally made people suspect she was looking for secrets about the ruinous powers, and she had to escape death on more than one accusation.

However, she did attempt to wield the ruinous powers, but the power gained was a devil's bargain, as it marked her forever as one of its users. She tossed the magic aside, however, escaping its clutches and vowing never to try it again. While marked, she is a very friendly sort, but aside from the physical remnants of the power she attempted to wield, she can only reach sexual satisfaction with a partner who is at least as powerful as she.

Though she doesn't use the ruinous powers, she is still an agile and creative sorceress with a good deal of powerful, near-forgotten magic at her disposal.

Height- 6'1"
Hair- Long, black.
Eyes- Gold.
Cup size- H

Akraia Calathi

The Upcountry is a name given to a region of forests and plains west of Thrandia's borders, so called because "It's easier to fall on your face than it is to go up that way, and much less painful, too." It's known, primarily, for four things.

1. Really good iron.
2. A ridiculous number of bears.
3. Really good horses.
4. The hardy folks that live there.

The Upcountry people are colloquially known as amazons because all of the essential functions of government are controlled by women. Big, strong women, of sorts.

Akraia herself is part of their ranger corps, some who's supposed to go out to the loosely-defined borders and see what's going on that might need reporting back home. She's wonderfully energetic, with seemingly inexhaustible stamina in almost everything she does. She rarely hesitates to show off, and plays the role of spunky little sister to almost any group she's in, despite her tremendous size.

Height- 6' 5"
hair- brown
eyes- dark brown
Cup size- I]]> R-9 The Story BoardMon, 12 Oct 2009 16:45:58 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7212,7212#msg-7212 Bakunyuu fantasy- Twin treasures of the goddess. (3 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,7212,7212#msg-7212
Prologue A- The Inquisitor's Path.

The ultimate duty of the Inquisitor is to the truth. Without enduring truth there can be no enduring justice. Without enduring justice there can be no enduring good.

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"Please stop...!"

Veilia heard these words as she was on her way back to the dorms from her day of instruction, looking forward laying down, after three hours of lecture by one of the exorcists of the unnamed goddess. However, fate conspired to keep her from her relaxation. The mind that lay under her head of long, white hair was always buzzing with a kind of vague anger that tinted all of her thoughts, but the sight that she beheld focused it towards a specific goal. Three church squires had cornered a girl against a tree who couldn't have been much older than fifteen, the same age as Veilia herself, one who was wearing the green and white of a priestly candidate. The green-haired, bespectacled girl also had was was likely the largest rack that the inquisitor in-training was sure she'd ever see.

One of the boys simply moved closer, likely the leader. "Come now. Do you think that the goddess blessed you with a body like that so that you could keep it to yourself?"

The girl simply shivered in fear. Veilia drew a long, thick leather lace from her hip pouch, and ran towards that boy, who she presumed to be the leader. She hopped up to draw the lace around his neck, crossing it the back and pulling hard on both ends. As her quarry choked, she kicked the back of his legs, causing him to drop to his knees. The other boys, horrified ran off yelling things to the effect of "Death-hair is trying to kill someone!" Eventually, she released the boy, kicking him ove to that hey lay flat on his back, gasping for breath. Veilia nodded and talked. "Well, this serves you right."

The priestess in training blinked, looking to the wheezing, whining squire and then back to the foggy gray eyes that Veilia possessed, remaining unsure of what to make of her. She did, however, do something that Veilia didn't expect- the acolyte poked her fingers together, and leaned over, giving Veilia a kiss at the intersection of the long, jagged scars that marked the right side of the girl's face. Vailia blinked, the grey fog lifting to reveal a clear blue. Veilia also blushed, but tried to retain herself. "Ah, hey now! I was just passing through... Look, you'd better learn to protect yourself. I won't always-"

"Veilia!" One of the church knights, Philip DeMain, grabbed, Veilia by the arm and started tugging her away. "You can't keep on doing this sort of thing. You have to learn to control yourself!"

Veilia grumped. "And just let them do whatever they were going to? She was scared witless! The Goddess put them within arms reach because she wanted me to do more than bear witness! Who would defend her, if not me!"

Philip sighed. "Veilia, most people here are already afraid of you. You probably didn't have to strangle him to near-death. I'm sure Parseia would have appreciated your help just the same.

Philip went on, but Veilia could only think, as her eyes fogged over with gray once again, the world returning to that washed-out, grainy state that it usually seemed to her. Parseia is her name? Strange girl. But... when I was with her, I could finally see clearly, if only for a little while. Why?

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(17)

"So they sent you along, too?"

Veilia looked between Bernardo and Marcellus, two of the kingdoms greatest veteran knights as they stood outside the mayor's house. The inquisitorial candidate nodded. "They thought I might benefit from your experience. Or, the bishop didn't want me going about on my own. Maybe both."

Bernardo chuckled. "Ah, well. You'll have to wear that leash for a little while longer, lass. Anyway, if you can think of doing something that isn't violent, go right ahead and do it. We can keep him jabbering all day and into next week, if needed. Besides, you may unsettle him a bit. He would prefer to have you out of sight and mind."

Bernardo and Marcellus entered first, and soon began to make the smallest talk possible to ally the richly-dressed mayor's nervousness of having two of the King's Knights under his roof. Veilia looked around casually, her red and blue uniform an obvious contrast to the shining armor of the knights. Bernardo smiled, pleasant as could be. "Well, I'm sure it's just rubbish, but complaints have been coming in all season about you exceeding the king's tax cap."

The mayor laughed. "Oh, commoners complain about everything- say, whose death-hair, over there?"

Bernardo chuckled. "Oh, that's Veilia, an inquisitor cadet. We've been asked to mind her for a little while. Quite a harmless girl, really just still learning the ropes. You could toss a boulder under her head and she wouldn't notice. Probably can't even see the sun in front of her face with those fogged over eyes of hers. You don't mind if she looks around your lovely house, do you?"

The mayor smiled broadly, seeming very relaxed now. "Oh, of course. I'm sure her dorm isn't anything like this."

Veilia smirked. She was impressed by Bernardo's skill at lying. She walked through the ground floor, occasionally tapping the steel toe of her boots against the hardwood until she heard a hollow sound in the dining room. Hidden basement. She looked around for seams, and, finding none, cast about to destroy any illusions in the room. Part fo the hardwwod floor disappeared, and she pulled open the trap door, descending into the basement. She came back up after less than a minute.

"...And honestly, she has had it in a bd way, too. Tehy say the elf kind himself gave her those scars, because he couldn't stand the idea of a human being beautiful.

"Oh, dear."

Veilia peeked out and caught Marcellus's attention, and he slipped off to the dining room as well, a little while in the basement, and he came out, too. "Bernardo, I do not believe that great heaping piles of luxury are part of the mayor's amenities under the king's laws. And apparently the kings own assesors were 'persuaded' not to complain with a couple of shares."

The mayor turned pale. How did they know? He didn't have much time to think about it before Bernardo put him in irons. "Well, looks like there will be trials for a good many people. Make sure to smile for the crowd. Thank you!" Veilia grumped. She was sure they'd be able to execute him right there, but she must have been thinking too much of the old days...

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Veilia smiled, resting her chin on Parseia's massive breasts as they lay in bed together, looking up to the priestess with her blue eyes. "You know, you don't have to keep putting up with me like this." She stretched out under the covers, feeling oddly content when she was with the priestess candidate. even the buzzing in her head went away when she spent such time with the other girl. "Though I do thing the old man would have a fit like you wouldn't believe if he ever found out about this."

Parseia giggled, even bothering to put on her glasses. "Well, I think the bishop knows, he just doesn't care to do anything about it." She smiles warmly. "He probably thinks I'm a good influence on you. You haven't tipped over any carriages that you thought were mocking you by being in the middle of the road, for example. Not recently, anyway." Parseia smiled. "But you seem to be all right after our little sessions."

Veilia giggled, poking one of the gigantic orbs she was resting against. "It's because you've got healing boobs. Divine ones, probably." She knew that this would make Parseia blush, and it certainly did.

"Ah, funny." Parseia replied. "Though... What was that thing you did with your tongue between my legs?"

Veilia smiled. "It's called cunnilingus. From the ancient words for 'tongue' and, er, where it's applied to."

Parseia blushed deeply. "Teach me?"

Veilia chuckled. "Sure."

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(20)

The bishop and Sir Philip waited outside the temple of trials, behind the grand cathedral of the Unnamed Goddess. It was the fifth day after Veilia had gone in, and both were a bit anxious. The bishop began, as though responding to an unsaid accusation by the church knight. "Well, it's not as if I could really say no to her. It's not like she would have listened anyway, and she was certainly of age to give it a go. What happens next can hardly be said to be in either of our hands."

Philip sighed and looked at the sky. "Well, I can see your point, but you know I was against making her a candidate in the first place. She could still work for us, but as a full inquisitor, her handicap is enormous! You know-"

"I know very well about her problem, and I've heard you grous about it for the past five years. My answer is still the same, it's up to the goddess to decide what to do with her. Not our place to decided what someone with a damaged soul is or isn't capable of, and it's not like the histories would tell us if any previous inquisitors were soul-riven." The bishop folded his arms. "I know it could kill her, don't think I don't, but she deserves to go do this trial. maybe most of all, considering."

Philip nodded. "Well, I'll defer to your experience in this matter. Veilia just makes me uneasy. I'm sure that she doesn't physically see the world the same as anyone else, either."

The old bishop rolled his eyes, but was stopped by whistling. Veilia was coming down the steps, walking on an obviously broken leg but still twirling the crown around her finger, a blood-stained smile coming to her face afterwards.

She was no longer death-hair, fog-eyes, or Veilia the Cursed- She was Holy Inquisitor Veilia, truth-seeker of the Unnamed Goddess.

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(22)

Veilia sighed softly as she held Parseia. The inquisitor held the full-fledged Priestess tightly to her, always happy to feel the other woman's bosom against her, but always loved the way that the veil of bleakness that covered her vision disappeared, revealing the vibrant colors of Parseia's outfits, as well as the clergywoman's long, green hair and green eyes. "So you really have to go, don't you. I mean, I expected it, but still..." She gently kissed Parseia on the lips. "Well, you know what I'm trying to say."

Parseia chuckled, causing a jiggle in her massive breasts. Veilia could swear that they grew larger as Parseia grew more powerful. "I know, and don't worry... I talked to the bishop, too. He says that... Well, that, in his words, that fate won't conspire to keep us apart for along, considering, and that we shouldn't worry too much about such things. And besides... By the next time we meet, you'll probably have saved the world, or something." She smiled, and got on her horse. "Be seeing you." Parseia rode off with her horse and bagges, and Veilia could only wave.

She sighed, and as soon as Parseia rode out of sight, the veil returned. She says I could save the world... But she's the only one who can save me from myself.

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Prologue B

Path of the Priestess.

If there was no one else who gave the kindness and mercy of the goddess, we would still do it, though the whole world might turn against us.

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(15)

Parseia watched as Sir Philip tugged the scarred girl away, and blinked. She didn't know what possessed her to actually kiss that obviously-dangerous girl, and didn't even notice when a couple of the older squires pulled their fallen junior away, all the while cracking jokes at his expense, about his intelligence rather than his weakness. She was startled when the bishop came up to her and started talking. "Now, about you, Parseia. Are you all right?"

She nodded. "Ah, your holiness, who was that girl, anyway. I've seen her around, but she never talks or stops for anyone, really. Most of the time, anyway."

He nodded. "Oh, her? That's Veilia. She's a rather troubled child, I'm afraid. Even though we took her in as a foundling child didn't seem to keep fate from conspiring against her, I'm afraid, but I didn't think it was right to give up on her, after everything that she had gone through. She's angry, and a little bloodthirsty, but she's getting better... And I don't think the fact that you showed kindness to her wasn't lost on her, either."

Parseia nodded. "Well... She looked like she needed it.. I don't even have any other way to explain it."

The bishop smiled. "Well, keep showing kindness to her. It may cure what magic cannot."

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(17.5)

Acolyte Parseia was horrified. She was on a little experience trip, but she never thought she'd see something like this.

She saw the busty beauty being dragged up to be executed by the town guard. A dark-haired, lovely voluptuous creature about to be killed. The Priestess moved up to the front of the guard to listen to what the charges were, and Parseia was sure that even if the charges were true, she couldn't reconcile a girl such as this actually doing such a thing. She looked up from behind her glasses with her wide, green eyes, the condemned girl's golden ones imploring Parseia to intervene. The acolyte nodded swiftly, but waited for the performance to begin.

The town herald spoke. "While it is unfortunate, this wandering woman has performed a grievous act against a servant of the king!" Parseia watched as a tax assessor mounted the platform. "Adani took command of the ruinous powers in order to try to corrupt this man to the forces of darkness and consummate it in a carnal ritual!" One of the townspeople shouted for proof, and the assessor pulled up a sleeve, revealing a vicious-looking burn. The crowd gasped. Parseia looked over as he saw a couple of knights from the King's Men ride into the town, and begin questioning the guards. She mounted the stage.

She spoke. "It take more than a burn to kill a person over!" the crowd murmured. Even though she wasn't a priestess yet, she was still a candidate for the trust of the goddess. That was worth time, at least. She continued. "Let me see the burn!" The crowd clamored for him to do so, and he put out his arm. She felt over it, and he winced. She smiled. "This is just a regular burn. a burn caused by the ruinous powers would have left him unable to feel. And the woman has none of the marks of the use of the dark powers, either."

Bernardo was already putting the man in irons. "All right sir, your days of impersonating a taxman are over, in any case. and false accusations, well, those won't look good either. Show's over, folks!"

Parseia unbound Adani, who brushed herself off. "Well, can't thank you enough, miss. that man just didn't know how to take no for an answer." She smiled. "And, I hope you don't mind me saying so, I can't say that I've ever seen a girl with a bust bigger than my own until now. Whatever you're doing, good job."

Parsea blushed. "Well, I'm Parseia, pleased to meet you?"

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Parseia sight, and straightened her outfit as she walked into the bishop's office. She knew he had heard about Veilia leaving her room numerous times, and the other way around, and tensed herself for the rebukes she knew she was about to receive. The bishiop had told her to show kindness to Veilia, but considering that it had certainly gone beyond the innocent. Many, many times. She obediently sat down. "Ah, sir, I know what this is about, and all I can really ask for is your forgiveness."

The bishop looked up from his writings. "Oh, yes. About that. Now, I have no problem with what you do with Veilia, but it's getting to be a bit excessive. If what I hear is true, it's almost every day that you fool around with her, maybe even more than once per day. It's just a little unseemly, you know. If the goddess didn't wnat you to do it, I'm sure you wouldn't have these feelings."

Parseia blished as she looks around the room. "Well... I can't really help it. the time I spend with Veilia is just so satisfying afterwards. Like a masssage and a hot bath and a good nap all rolled into one. And..." She nods a little. "She even milks me, too, when I need it."

The bishop paused. "Well, that was probably a bit too much information, but good to know she has been of such assistance to you. Well, if you can't really control these urges, would you please, if you could, try to keep the noise down a little? I'm sure there's something you can cast to do that. People have been complaining, after all, and I would hate to have to keep you two apart. But that's exactly what I'll have to do. You can go now."

Parseia nodded. "Ah, thank you."

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(20)

Parseia kneeled before the knights and the bishop, and soon received her seals of office. First, her actual seal, for official purposes. Secondly, her silver staff, which, when bound to her, floated obediently by her side at all times. Veilia wasn't there- she was busy with her own trials, but she couldn't wait to see the woman again. She had no doubt that Veilia would pass the test, even with her broken soul, for the Goddess had allowed the woman to come this far.

She couldn't wait to hold her again, and even hear the woman's constant commentary on the priestess's bosom, and Parseia was also now sure that it was still growing. Well, not like it was an actual price to pay. They seemed to make Veilia comfy, after all.

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(22)

Parseia nodded to the bishop. "So my itnerant period begins now? I have to go immediately?"

He replied. "Well, not right this very second. I'm sure that you have many preparations to go though, including saying goodbye to Veilia."

The one part Parseia dreaded. "Are you sure she'll take it well? I mean, I'll miss her very much, but Veilia herself... Well, we've almost lived together for these past few years, and I don't think that she really knows what she'll do without me around. I mean, she's strong in many ways, but I wantto help her with her weaknesses, too."

The bishop nodded. "Veilia will be fine. She now knows that there's someone in this world who truly loves her, and besides, I very much doubt that fate will keep you apart for very long. just do your best to reassure her. You're very good at that." He smiled. "She's at her best when she's around you, or thinking of you."

Parseia nodded. I only wish I could give her what she was missing...
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Terminology

Cosmic Energy: A newly utilized form of power for machinery. The Earth is always in a constant stream of this, so it works like a more versatile form of solar power. This energy is responsible for powering everything on Earth now, and is what allowed the creation of Constellatrons.

Constellatron: A cybernetic organism that looks exactly like a human being, save for their ears and the steam ports around their shoulders, neck and thighs. They operate on simple programming code, allowing them to do many of the tasks that would be difficult for an ordinary human. Often, they are designed with heavy lifting or handling of hazardous materials in mind. They are also ideal bodyguards, cooks, maids, janitors, secretaries and more. The only difference between a Constellatron and a human (besides the obvious) is that they do not possess emotional capabilities. (And since I KNOW you're gonna ask, yes, Constellatrons are all anatomically correct.)

Model X: A term used for a special series of Constellatrons still in development. At the moment, the only active Model X Constellatrons are prototypes, and there are twelve prototypes in all. The idea behind the Model X is to create personalized Constellatrons that obey a single person and can feel emotions and pain, unlike the garden variety Constellatrons. The secret to the emotional capability is a programming codenamed the Ningen Program (Ningen is the Japanese word for Human). Gemini is one of the Model X Constellatrons.

Ginga Arms: Weaponry designed specifically for Constellatron use. These are powered by small high-energy cosmic reactors, and pack quite a wallop compared to regular human weaponry. Gemini's twin daggers, Hokuto and Nanto, are one of these Ginga Arms.

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Locations

Kyoseiza City, Japan: The location of many of the events in Constellatron Gemini. Your typical technologically advanced city, and the place where most of the Constellatrons come from.

Jonokuchi Express: A courier company where Miki is employed. A highly reliable package delivery service, even if their current heir isn't quite what you'd call ideal.

MacDagold's: The place where Gemini applies for a job, an obvious takeoff on McDonalds.

Takeda Apartments: Miki has her home here. She gets along well with the other tenants, but she does not get along well with the landlord due to having a backlog of unpaid rent due to her money problems.

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Characters (only two profiles for now)

Miki Makimachi
Age: 19
Height: 161 cm
Weight: Secret!
Hair: Black, tied into twin ponytails in the back, messy bangs in the front
Eyes: Brown, wears glasses for reading
Likes: Anime, martial arts flicks (especially Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan), junk food, Gemini
Dislikes: Perverts (ESPECIALLY Judai)
Measurements: ???/66/97 (Still growing, so exact size unknown save for her current cup size of K)

Miki is what people might classify as a freeter, a person who jumps from job to job. She's got a steady job at Jonokuchi Express, but all her other jobs invariably fall through for various reasons. Whatever the case, Miki needs more than one job due to the amount of money she has to pay for rent, and she's pretty notorious for spending her extra money on things she doesn't need. That's not to say that Miki isn't a good person, but she's misguided. Miki is generally a kindhearted person, but there are things that just make her angry, especially perverts, to which she generally reacts very violently. This is mostly due to perverts being attracted to her massive breasts, which are still growing even though she's well past puberty. Don't classify her as your typical Tsundere, though. She may get violent, but only when justified. The only time she doesn't get mad when someone acts perverted is with Gemini, the Constellatron she inadvertently discovered. Speaking of which...

Constellatron X103 "Gemini"
Age: 10, appears 18
Height: 173 cm
Weight: 80 kg
Hair: Brown, spiky, messy
Eyes: Lightning yellow
Likes: Miki, making himself useful
Dislikes: Bad people, being apart from Miki

Gemini is one of the twelve prototypes for the Model X series of Constellatrons, a new type with actual emotions and personalities programmed into each one. In the case of Gemini, his personality tilts toward the childish side, being energetic, wide-eyed, curious and dauntlessly happy most of the time. However, when he or his allies are threatened, he suddenly takes on a much more serious, focused personality, making him a formidable opponent and an invaluable ally.He is probably the most naive of the twelve prototypes, however, as he seems to know nothing of the other prototypes. He is the first of three unactivated prototypes to be awakened. He is extremely loyal to Miki, and seems to be in love with her. Gemini's combat specialty is his incredible speed, which is great enough to produce afterimages of himself to disorient his opponent, and he can also produce a holographic image to further confuse his enemies. His Ginga Arms, named Hokuto and Nanto, are a pair of conjoin-able daggers charged with the power of electricity.

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Earth, 2059. The only planet capable of sustaining organic life, or so we believe. Everyone always believed that something big would happen by this time… some thought the human race would be wiped from existence in a cataclysmic event. Others thought they’d be driving flying cars and living in domes. And still others thought that the world would turn into a nuclear wasteland where the strong survived…

…none of that happened. In fact, almost NOTHING happened. The closest Earth got to an apocalypse was yet another economic downturn for a few years, followed by a quick rejuvenation. Hovercars were invented, but there was an absence of flying cars, just because they thrust needed for actual flight would be too much to reliably control. And really, asking for domed cities is a bit much to ask considering the sheer size of the dome required. And nukes were long since abandoned due to that little problem with nuclear fallout.

That is NOT to say that the future is without innovations, however. For instance, gasoline has become unnecessary, as have all fossil fuels, due to the utilization of cosmic energy. Additionally, the discovery of this new energy source has finally allowed mankind to make another technological breakthrough in the field of robotics. Since galactic energy is all around, a new type of robot with the capability to function without recharge time has been created…

They call these cybernetic marvels “Constellatrons”. Designed to be as close to a living human as possible, they can do anything… they can cook… they can clean… they can do heavy lifting… you name it. Often, they are used in place of human workers, though human help is still sought after in almost every store. The only thing a Constellatron is incapable of is feeling the same emotions that humanity does. They often have a vacant smile plastered on their face… they can’t laugh, cry, get angry, feel pain or fall in love…

…at least, not the common models.

Chapter 1: The Constellatron And the K Cups

BRIIIIIIIINGGGGG!!!

“WAUGH, I’M UP! I’M UP!” Miki Makimachi screamed as she slammed her alarm clock with her hand.

Miki flicked her hand around in pain, cringing from the sting of striking her clock with her usual force. She probably just broke her most reliable way of waking herself up for work. Trying not to think of how much a new alarm clock would cost her, she jumped out of bed and rushed for the bathroom, quickly stripping down and jumping into the shower, only to be met with the icy needles of the unheated water.

“EEK! WHY ISN’T THAT DAMN HEATER WORKING?!”

She did her best to bear the cold stinging of the shower as she washed herself, then grabbed her clothes and struggled to get them on. Miki always hated putting on her clothes. Every time, it seemed like her bra was just a little more constricting around her large K-cup bosoms. Not her fault that she was still growing even at the age of 19, but still, she hated going through the motions of squeezing her body into her bras and shirts with the same amount of struggling you’d have trying to shove a hotdog through a cheerio. After she was finally dressed in her favorite pink shirt, one with the letters M.M. unfortunately stretched taut against her bust, and a bright red pleated skirt, she walked to her mirror, slid her oval glasses on and grabbed her hair ties. With little effort, she tied her long black hair into two twin ponytails that hung down from where her neck met her hair to around her back. Finally, she brushed her teeth in a rush, then ran for the front door, grabbing her red rucksack and dashing outside. Once outside, she grabbed her bike and hopped on, pedaling as fast as she could to get to work at her odd job as janitor at Constellatron Creations LTD.

Miki had HORRIBLE luck with jobs. She needed more than one to keep a decent amount of income in her house, and she always ended up losing her second jobs. It wasn’t because she wasn’t a good worker. In fact, far from it. She was probably the hardest working part timer you could ever meet. But circumstances just tended to get her into trouble with her bosses, leading to an immediate dismissal and apology. But today, Miki had a good feeling.

“I feel pumped! I feel excited! Today’s gonna be a good day!” Miki exclaimed with excitement…

…just before charging headlong into another person’s car and flying ass over teakettle onto the hood of the vehicle. Miki did her best to tuck and roll with the impact of the vehicle, but that didn’t do anything to dull the pain from feeling her ass hit the sidewalk on the other side.

“OW OW OW!!!” Miki exclaimed, turning her head angrily towards the vehicle. “What’s the big idea, people are TRYING to bike here!”

She soon regretted looking back, because at that moment the driver’s side door opened, revealing the person inside to be her boss for her courier job at Jonokuchi Express. It was Judai, the heir to the Jonokuchi fortune. Judai was all of 20 years old, and was suave, dashing and quite infatuated with Miki. He had long black hair, constantly tied into a long ponytail in the back, deep blue eyes and an almost irresistible smile. The reason it was almost irresistible is because Miki, no matter how many times he gave it to her, could see right through him as the disgusting pervert he was.

“Ah, Miki, darling, it’s so good to see you this fine morning. Were you just too head over heels for me to avoid me? Or should I say you were too heels over head?” Judai said with a smile, offering her his hand. Miki merely slapped his hand away with a pout.

“I’ll have you know that I’m late for my other job, Judai!” Miki said, puffing her cheek out a little. “Every time I run into you, disaster soon follows!”

Judai simply chuckled and pulled out a rose from seemingly nowhere. (Where he hid his flowers, Miki had no clue, nor did she wish to find out.) Taking a whiff of the rose, he looked adoringly into Miki’s eyes, leaning down in front of her. Miki always got uncomfortable when he got like this, and for good reason.

“You know, Miki, dear, you really don’t have to work yourself so hard for a little extra cash… you could always just marry me and I would happily provide you with all your greatest desires… money… jewelry… fine wine…”

“Y-you know we can’t drink yet!!!” Miki stammered, flustered.

“Oh, details, they’re SO annoying…”

And then it happened. The one thing that Miki DESPISED more than ANYTHING…

Judai planted his hand on her breast.

“But really, I satisfy all your wishes, and you satisfy mine, honey~”

Miki decided to make her best counter-argument for these situations… by punching Judai right in the jaw, sending him reeling back into his car with a dazed swirl in his eyes.

“YOW, I love it when ya play hard ta get~” Judai said with a dopey smile.

Miki walked around the car and grabbed her bike, steaming with rage as she jumped back on and rode off towards Constellatron Creations LTD.

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Miki was horrified to learn that she was much later than she should have been. Her job had been going so well, and all of a sudden, her lack of energy from the point she ran into Judai cost her yet another job. Miki bowed apologetically and decided to go grab her things. As she walked towards her locker, she had one thing on her mind… the fact that Judai had cost her the job. In her mind, she felt that she had gone much too easy on the bastard. It was time to make him suffer.

Miki pondered how as she cleaned out her locker and walked to the front door.

Her pondering was interrupted by a violent blast tearing the front door (and the wall that went along with it) open. At first, Miki thought it might have been a crazy driver crashing his hovercar into the building. But upon further thinking, she realized that wasn’t possible. Hovercars were designed to stay on the road, unless you REALLY tried to actively leave the road.

But what Miki DID see after the dust cleared was much more unsettling… it was a pair of Constellatrons. She could tell due to the large metal flaps that passed for ears on a Constellatron, not to mention the steam ports around the neck and shoulders. One was a real monster of a machine, a big, muscular Constellatron with white hair and brown eyes, at least 2 and a third meters tall, wearing a brown leather vest with steel spaulders on his shoulders, and wearing what looked like a metallic brown and gold set of armor under the jacket. The other was a smaller Constellatron, with short blue hair and bright yellow eyes, wearing a sinister smile on his face. His suit seemed to be made only of combat armor, a sleek yet dangerous design with metal spikes protruding from almost everywhere, all dark blue and silver. In addition, he seemed to be carrying a whip with a large tear-drop-shaped spike at the end of it.

“We’ve come for Model X103. We KNOW you have him,” the smaller Constellatron hissed. “Tell us where he is or I might have to let Taurus smash this place up.”

The other workers were shaken with fear, unable to move, unlike Miki, who just bolted for the nearest closet and hid inside it. What was going on?! Constellatrons were never known to attack humans before! And they certainly never showed such emotions before! She had to think quickly… how was she going to get out of there?

…WAS she going to get out of there?

Oh god, what if they killed her?

Miki began trembling in fear, and in a panic, hit the wall beside her.

What Miki didn’t realize is that in this dark closet, there was a button. She didn’t realize she had hit it. And she certainly didn’t realize it was connected to a chute in the floor.. for about a half second.

“EEEEEEEK!” Miki screeched as she fell through the floor, not realizing she just gave away her position.

About 36 seconds of sliding on her butt down the chute later, Miki hit the ground, rubbing her butt to relieve the pain from the friction. She never much cared for slides, and that was by far the worst one she’d gone down, especially since she was wearing a skirt and that got flipped up. Oh well, at least her shirt and bra were still intact…

.Well, okay, her SHIRT was. During the ride, her jiggling bust had broken her bra clasp. Great, another 15 bucks down the crapper.

She tried to look around, but it was just as dark as the closet was in here. She tried squinting, but that didn’t help at all. She decided to get up and feel around for a light switch…

…the first step Miki took was greeted with a dim light flicking on in the center of the room. Upon closer inspection, the light seemed… cylindrical in shape. Like a statis pod from one of those sci-fi films Miki so enjoyed. Slowly, more smaller, dimmer lights flicked on around the cylindrical tube, all connected to wires coming from the tube. Miki took a closer look inside the tube… and saw another Constellatron. Why this one was being kept in a stasis tube was beyond her… but she did notice a monitor on the side of the tube was flashing. She took a closer look and read the words on the screen.

“Constellatron Model X103, ‘GEMINI’ Initialization Complete. Total Initialization Time – 10 Years. Please Begin Imprinting Program.”

Ten years? For a simple initialization? What kind of robot was this? Miki took another look at the Constellatron inside. She couldn’t tell much since there was a green tinted casing between her and the model inside. Her curiosity got to her, and Miki decided to lean into the glass, trying harder to see through…

In Miki’s haste to see what was inside, her hand pressed a barely noticeable hand scanner on the front of the capsule.

“Imprinting Program Initiated. Please Stand Clear,” came an electronic voice.

Miki stood confusedly for a second, before a HUGE hiss of steam escaped the tank, catching her by surprise and causing her to fall on her butt. After the steam was expelled from the statis tube, the front shifted forward and slid up, revealing the Constellatron inside… it was a male model, with the same build as a person Miki’s age, with messy brown hair and a lanky build within a tight yellow sleeveless jumpsuit. The steam ports on his arms opened up and expelled yet more steam, his ears also shifting a bit to expel some steam. On his left hip, there appeared to be a dagger with a blade on each end of its’ handle.Suddenly, his emerald green eyes opened and he fell out of the machine, cables snapping loose from his back and retracting into the tube. He fell right onto Miki, looking her in the eyes as his programming booted up. After a second, he smiled wide.

“Hiya! Who are you?” He said with all the enthusiasm of a young boy.

All Miki could do was stammer in surprise.

“I-I-I’m M-M-Miki Makimachi.”

“Hahahaha~ That’s a weird name~!” the Constellatron replied.

“Hey!” she replied.

The Constellatron boy responded by smiling.

“My name’s Gemini! I’m an X-series Constellatron! It’s nice to meet you!”

Gemini then, in a sign of childish idiocy, grabbed Maki’s breast. Miki flushed bright red with rage.

“You’ve got huge boobies, Miki!” he said with a wide grin.

“W-why yoooooou!!!” Miki screamed as she socked Gemini right in the face…

Gemini was unfazed, but DAMN did Miki’s hand HURT! She started shieking in pain and flicking her hand to dull the pain again.

“What’s wrong, Miki?” Gemini said with a headtilt.

“N-Nothing… how’d you…” Miki started to say, but then she remembered… Gemini was a robot. Of course her hand wouldn’t hurt him.

Their little talk was cut short by a whip lashing out of nowhere and tying itself around Miki’s neck. The teardrop-shaped point of the whip caught Miki’s eye as the whip started to tighten around her neck. She shrieked in terror and tried to pull the whip off.

“M-Miki!” Gemini yelled in surprise before twisting his face in anger. “Who’s there?!”

He quickly stood up and looked at Miki’s assailant… it was the small Constellatron from before. He had his whip tied around Miki and was strangling her for all he was worth.

“So you think you can keep us from having our ally by imprinting on him first?!” the Constellatron yelled. “Well, lucky for us, I have a way of fixing THAT!”

Miki struggled to remove the whip from her neck… her vision blurred… her breathing was being constricted… She figured she WAS wrong… this turned out to be a HORRIBLE day. She got harassed by Judai, she lost her job… and now she was probably going to choke to death. She almost burst into tears, realizing she’d die without dignity… especially considering her bra burst.

“You let her GO!”

The sudden exclamation was followed by the sudden release of the whip around Miki’s neck. She fell to the ground, breathing heavily to try and get air into her lungs as quickly as possible… but what just happened? She looked behind her to see that Gemini was there, holding two separate daggers… where did he get those? Upon closer inspection, they were the same two-bladed dagger from before, now separated in two. The chain links from the smaller Constellatron’s whip clinked to the floor, scattered by Gemini’s quick blade work.

“You aren’t gonna hurt Miss Miki! Not on MY watch!” Gemini shouted with great determination, spinning his daggers in his fingers.

The other Constellatron stared in disbelief at his destroyed whip. What had just happened?! His whip was made of solid steel! And it was cut to pieces by a newly awakened Constellatron! He grit his teeth.

“I-I’ll give this victory to you today… but only because you destroyed my weapon. Next time, I’ll kill your precious Miki and FORCE you to come to our side!” he said, turning to the chute and jumping back up towards it. His final sentence he spoke before he scaled the chute…

“I’m Scorpio. And don’t you DARE get complacent over this victory! You’ll PAY for this!”

With that, he returned from the very chute from which he and Miki came.

“…how did he DO that…? That was, like, an 85 degree chute!” Miki said in confusion. “Speaking of which, how do I get out of here…?”

Gemini pointed at the door clearly marked “Elevator.” Miki fell on her face in shock.

“Okay, dumb question.” Miki said, as she turned to Gemini. “Well, thanks for the help. It’s been real.”

Miki entered the elevator, only for Gemini to follow her in like a puppy.

“…and WHAT are you doing?”

“I’m going home with you, Miss Miki!” Gemini said with a grin.

“LIKE HELL.”

“…but you’re my master now, Miss Miki…” Gemini pouted.

“…Master?”

“According to Constellatron Operation Guidelines: Model X Series, once imprinted, the Model X is hereby legally bonded to its’ imprintee until said imprintee ceases to exist, is sentenced to prison life or the Model X is deconstructed...”

Miki’s brain was reeling as Gemini talked on and on about all the details.

“English please…”

“Well, to put it bluntly, I’m yours until you or I die!” Gemini said with a smile.

Miki’s face went white with shock. She now not only had to take care of herself, but also watch out for an experimental Constellatron?! What if someone noticed that this guy was missing?! What if they came seeking legal compensation?! WHAT IF THEY TOOK THE HOUSE?! It was all too much for Miki to bear thinking about! She curled up in the elevator as she waited for it to reach the main floor.

“Please let this be a bad dream…”

With that, Gemini sat right next to her and kissed her on the cheek, causing her to squeak in surprise.

“Wh-what was that for?!” She shrieked.

“You looked sad. I wanted to cheer you up!” Gemini said with his typical child-like grin.

Miki blushed a little, but she soon cracked a smile. Maybe having Gemini wouldn’t be so bad. It might be like owning a puppy, or a hamster… a freaking HUGE puppy or hamster, but that was beside the point. She placed her hand gently on Gemini’s head, rubbing it gently.

“Okay, you can stay with me. But don’t cause trouble, okay?”

“I won’t!”

Once again, his hand touched her breast, causing her to turn bright red.

“Your bra seems to be broken. Should I fix it at home?”

Miki, strangely not desiring to hit Gemini, nodded and smiled a bit. She definitely thought that today went well… her hunch had been proven right..

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Chapter 1 FIN]]> Kiinan Yamasu The Story BoardSun, 23 Aug 2009 06:17:05 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,6772,6772#msg-6772 Vote: What story idea out of this list should I start working on for this board? (17 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,6772,6772#msg-6772
Anyway, here are your choices.

- "Raiyaru Kenpo Gaiden: Naniki Den" (literally "Raiyaru Martial Arts Side Story: Naniki's Story".) I already deleted the old one that I made based on Naniki, but this will cover Naniki's time traveling the world with his family, and possibly segue right into his living in Raiyaru during Kiinan's training leave. This story's inspiration comes from the Hokuto No Ken "gaiden" series which look into the stories of characters besides Kenshiro, like Toki, Yuria, Raoh, Jagi and such. I just want to restart on Naniki's story.

- "Ryujin No Kaze". I return to the story-within-the-story, continuing the tale of Sorata and Ayeka on their adventures to destroy the Nagas.

- "Constellatron Gemini". Another story within the main story, with slight inspiration from Saber Marionette J, Saint Seiya and such. A story about a girl named Miki Makimachi and her Constellatron friends Gemini, Cancer and Leo. Lots of robot fights, a splash of romance and a definite smattering of humor.

- "Sanbun No Ichigo". I don't recall any stories inspiring me on this one, but it's about a boy that hosts three spirits in his body, possesing the ability to shift into their forms at will: Ryuji Fire, Washio Wind and Sameko Water.

- Something totally new. If you DO choose this, please make some sort of suggestion. And yes, BE is an acceptable story option. But DO give suggestions if you want me to type up something besides what I've described.

Again, please vote, and I'll count them up in a couple days!]]> Kiinan Yamasu The Story BoardThu, 13 Aug 2009 20:11:54 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,6754,6754#msg-6754 Blue Eyes - Parallel Worlds (4 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,6754,6754#msg-6754

Tatsuya Hibino wasn’t expecting a new transfer student to enter his classroom this year, and he definitely wasn’t expecting his childhood crush, Maria Misono, to be the transfer student. What were the odds?

He was dumbfounded by the turn of events, to say the least, and found himself completely unable to pay attention to the introduction Maria was giving the classroom. The introduction was ultimately nothing that Tatsuya didn’t already know. Maria’s father was Japanese and her mother was English, and she had quite clearly come back from the school in London that she had been attending. While he WAS wondering why she’d come back- wasn’t she supposed to have been in England for longer than this?- he was too busy trying to ensure that his eyeballs weren’t completely deceiving him.

Hair as gold as sunlight, sky-blue eyes that drew him in, and all but one thing had stayed exactly the same as he’d remembered her.

Age had proven very, very kind to Maria’s femininity, and Tatsuya was quite aware that Maria was hardly a small woman up top to begin with. The apple clearly hadn’t fallen far from the tree, he thought. He’d seen her mother before, who was quite beautiful and the obvious source of Maria’s features- right down to the gigantic bust that Maria had inherited over the past few years.

Tatsuya’s thoughts drifted. Sure, he was lucky to see Maria again after so long- he thought that he’d lost her for good since she left. Still, because it had been so long, would she even remember him?

Tatsuya was lost in thought and was glancing at the ceiling as Maria’s eyes turned his way, shortly after concluding her introduction, and was promptly startled out of thought by Maria’s voice.

“Tat-chan!” Maria happily exclaimed, breasts bouncing as she jogged up to his seat with a smile. Tatsuya stood up. “Tat-chan, you used to live next door to me, right?” Maria was smiling. God, her voice was beautiful. But it wasn’t just that that made Tatsuya smile along with her.

“Maria, you remembered!” Tatsuya quietly exclaimed.

Maria leapt forward and wrapped her arms around Tatsuya.

“Oh, how I’ve missed you!” Maria exclaimed in louder tones, excitedly.

Tatsuya simply froze in surprise. He felt his hands unconsciously wrap around her waist, but his mind blurred for a moment, recalling his last few moments with Maria several years ago.

Both he and Maria had been in the throes of puberty for a year, and it showed. Tatsuya was, as most boys his age, a typical horny teenager, and Maria had grown into more than just a friend to him since their childhood days.

It was with that and the knowledge that Maria would be leaving the day after that Tatsuya had convinced Maria to have sex with him before she left, more to have a happy memory shared between the two than anything else. He had been so worried at the time that the two would never meet again, and definitely did not want either of them to forget the other.

Try as they might, however, Maria couldn’t seem to bear it. Tatsuya had no idea why at the time, but Maria was in a lot of pain as he tried to make love to her back then, and wasn’t able to take Tatsuya for more than a few seconds, try as he might to make the experience more comfortable.

Maria had told him that her father’s work in London wouldn’t last long, and that she’d come back a fully-grown woman, ready for another try.

Tatsuya didn’t want to her go, but put on his best happy face regarding the whole experience. It wasn’t as if he could change anything. Indeed, a week later, he had quietly seen Maria off at the airport, headed off to parts unknown to him.

It was a hard time for him, and he was convinced that he’d never see her again two years after her egress and the time since he’d last seen her had since grown to three years. But now, she was back for real, and he couldn’t have been happier. The cute girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, like a porcelain doll, had come back, and this time, she wouldn’t leave.

The girl who he’d shared his first kiss with, played naughty games with, and his first and only love.

He’d missed her more than he remembered.

Tatsuya’s mind returned to reality, smiling and returning Maria’s hug.

“Maria,” he said, eyes closed. The smile would not be leaving his face for a long time. “I’ve missed you too.”

Tatsuya’s intention was to have a nice, long walk with Maria later in the day. He would have been happy to go out with her at this very moment so the two could eat lunch together- his treat, of course- but Maria had to stay behind for the moment. Maria’s re-enrollment in Japanese schools meant that she had to stay in school for right now and catch up on a few things that had been going on, just to get her up to speed on school events.

It didn’t bother Tatsuya in the least. While he really wanted to spend as much time with Maria as he could, as soon as he could, it could wait three hours. If she had things to do, she had things to do, and he didn’t want to smother her right out of the gate.

Still, he was walking on sunshine just knowing that Maria was within walking distance once again. Nothing could spoil his mood today. He was so blissfully happy thinking of Maria that he hadn’t even considered what he was actually going to eat once he walked into town. He decided that he’d worry about that once he made it into town.

That being said, Tatsuya knew that he wouldn’t be as focused as he should have been today, and adjusted his route into town accordingly. He didn’t want to end up in an accident after focusing so much on Maria that he wound up leaving her this time around… and not on a temporary basis. He knew that the streets he was taking were relatively empty and saw little traffic, and decided that he’d be perfectly safe.

He looked toward the sky, smile still on his face. He chuckled as he briefly wondered what it’d take to make him stop smiling, but his thoughts immediately drifted back to Maria. Everything about her was the same as always, except better. He thought that the mature, womanly look suited Maria very well, and wondered if her attitude had followed suit. After all, she did throw herself at him like a little kid back in the classroom.

Tatsuya shrugged to nobody in particular, laughing as he thought to himself, if he were in her shoes, he’d have probably done the same thing.

His thoughts were immediately and abruptly cut short as he suddenly felt something that had nothing to do with his love for Maria.

The feelings were definitely not mental. No, these feelings felt much like every bone in his pelvis and legs had suddenly been compressed into a vice and nigh-instantly crushed. Tatsuya screamed momentarily until the force from whatever had just hit him flung his face into the side of the building he had been walking next to, breaking his nose and sending blood flying all over the wall from his sudden face injuries, but also knocking him into a barely-conscious state.

Whatever was pressed against him suddenly backed away, and Tatsuya realized- barely- that he had just been hit by a car that jumped the curb and nearly crushed him between it and the wall. From the combination of sheer pain, the damage to his bones, and his half-conscious mind, he toppled over immediately, looking right into the front bumper of the car that had just hit him. He was in no state to survey the color, make or model of the car- if it was even a car and not a truck or a van- and found himself completely unable to do more than just glare halfheartedly and bewilderedly into the street.

A man who Tatsuya was in no condition to look up and identify exited the car and began walking toward him, grabbing him by the arms and dragging his pained, moaning form into its back seat. By now, consciousness had almost left Tatsuya entirely, his eyesight blurring as the sharp pains in his body had only intensified farther, helped along by his being dragged on his head and demolished legs what had to be twenty meters or more.

He couldn’t even tell anything more about the man in the passenger’s seat than that he had dark hair, just like he did, and that something shiny was in his hand. Tatsuya’s consciousness almost died out entirely just as he realized that the something shiny was being dragged across his neck, searing pain from whatever it was removing the last traces of consciousness from his body.

Tatsuya had no idea that his throat had been slit. No idea that blood poured forth endlessly from his neck until there was no more to be spilled. No idea that his murderer had just left the car after leaving the knife in the floor for later disposal by the driver.

All Tatsuya Hibino could do as he died his senseless, seemingly random death was drift away, thinking of Maria.

He missed her already.]]> Yuka Takeuchi Fan The Story BoardFri, 07 Aug 2009 14:49:21 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,6743,6743#msg-6743 Life is Art (2 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,6743,6743#msg-6743
The door opened and in walked another girl. The second girl stopped and looked at the first girl in the middle of her activity.

"Good God, Moira, if you're going to do that in the living room, at least put a mat down on the floor so you don't drench the carpet."

Moira immediately stopped to those words and stood up. "I like doing my sit-ups in the living room!" She then pointed to the stereo system next to her. "The music from this machine immerses me like nothing else." Moira was about 5'4'' with blue eyes, her hair in a bowl cut except to the two bangs on opposite sides, her hair color heterochromatic of brown and blond.

The second girl crossed her arms. "I don't hear any music playing."

"That's cause the track came to an end, Sam! Besides, I was nearing the end of my workout anyway."

The girl named Sam raised a hand from her crossed arms and raised it to her face, creating a make-shift headrest. "Well, whatever, will you hurry up and get dressed?" 'Sam' was a Japanese-American woman who stood at 5'0'', she had green eyes and black hair. "I really don't like being in your place at all."

"Why not!?" Moira stopped midway through taking her tank-top off to look at Sam.

Sam sighed as rolled her head. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe has to do with the fact that this apartment is a giant shrine to porn!"

It was true, strewn on the walls were posters of girls in various states of coitus, and where posters didn't lay were bookshelves dedicated to porn novels, regular porn, H-manga, hentai, and H-games.

"It's artistic!" Moira said with a glare. "There's something about the female form when connected to something. Either to her hand, or something foreign." Moira then half smiled. "And there's something there too, beyond all that, it's hard to describe."

"This is not art." Sam said as she pointed randomly to one of the posters. "This is a girl getting fucked in the ass."

"You're just blind." Moira said with a shake of her head as she took off her tank top and let it fall carelessly to the floor, exposing Moira's C-cup breasts. She then took of the sweat shorts she was wearing, she stopped to look at her naked form and then Sam. "Aw, you're not uncomfortable with naked ol' me, are you?"

"Don't act like this is the first time I've seen you naked, Moira." Sam said as she started clicking her heels in impatience. "Now hurry up and get dressed."

"Hey! I'm going to take a shower first! Like hell I'm putting on clean clothes when I'm sweaty like this!" Moira protested.

"Be honest, are any of your clothes clean?" Sam asked as she pursed her lips together.

"Errr." Moira averted her eyes from Sam's gaze. "Well, no, but nothing stinks, yet." She then shook her head. "I don't care! I'm taking a shower no matter what you say! You came pretty damn early in the first place."

Sam shrugged. "Fine, whatever, hurry up and shower."

Moira then smiled. "Hey, Samejima..." She said as she started slowly walking up to the other girl.

Sam immediately was put on guard at hearing her full name, only used to hearing her parents use it. "Wha-what!?"

"I was thinking..." Moira said as she continued stepping closer to Sam. "...Maybe you and I could take the shower together, maybe I could bring my camera and make a film of it."

Mentally slapping herself for not expecting this from her friend, Sam's glare returned. "Shut up, get in the shower before I kick your naked ass" Sam once again mentally slapped herself at the use of the words.

Moira ran away giggling. "Also sexy!" She cheered as she disappeared into the bathroom. Soon enough, the shower was turned on.

Sam used that time, for she had nothing better to do, to skim Moira's porn collection and see what the girl has added since she last came into this sanctuary of the depraved. Rolling her eyes at whenever Moira would let out a fake moan, she saw that the girl has added quite a bit to her collection.

When Moira finally got out of the shower, and into her bedroom to change, she came out quickly wearing a pair of khaki shorts, sandals and black T-shirt, slung over her shoulder was a blue vest with red trimming.

"Hey, Moira." Sam asked while pointing at a bunch of DVDs lined up on the shelf. "What's this Scarlet Tour series? I've never heard of anything like it."

Moira smiled as she looked up dreamily. "I found this room that this nice lady is hosting, and there she has these girls who are-"

"Never mind! I don't want to know anymore." Sam said as she quickly took a step away from the collection in repulsion. "Aren't you scared of getting a disease?"

Moira looked at Sam vacantly. "All I did was record them. You've always known I'm more the voyeuristic type!"

Sam sighed. "Yeah, I know, I remember the time you walked in on me and Till Datherson." She then glared at her friend. "And stood there, expecting us to continue."

"It was pretty hot." Moira said with a nod. "I mean, you're so demure and never talk of your sex life."

"Oh no, I do talk about it, just not with you." Sam then waved her hand across the entire apartment. "For this exact reason."

Moira's smiled dropped and she looked at Sam blankly. "Whatever, are you taking me to work or not?"

"Yeah, come on." Sam said as she walked out of the apartment with Moira following behind her.

The drive there was a rather short one to Sam's fortune.

"So, considering how much you spend on porn, something tells me your Dad is still paying for half of your apartment?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, the drunkard's getting on my case on just about everything I say and do." Moira said with a sigh and a shake of her head.

"Threatening to cut off his half of the payments, as usual?"

Moira nodded. "Yeah, and he's pretty much demanding to give up my whole writing dreams and think I should just dedicate myself to B'lowe's for the rest of my life." She then shook her head. "I say fuck that!"

"So how your writing aspirations coming along?" Sam asked with a weak smile.

Moira rolled her head from side to side to the question. "Well, to be perfectly honest, it's going rather terribly." Moira chuckled to herself. "The only thing I seem to be able to write good is porn."

Sam slowly turned towards Moira. "That's well, Moira."

"What?" Moira asked as she in turn looked to Sam.

"Well, the only thing you write well is porn. 'Write good' is bad grammar."

To that, Moira face palmed. "Fine, whatever." She then shook her head. "Alright, how's your job search coming along?"

"I think I might have something lined up." Sam said with a smile.

"Oh?" Moira asked as she leaned in uncomfortably close to Sam. "What is it?"

"I'll tell you when I get the job, not a moment before." Sam said with a blink to Moira.

Moira's expression once again became blank the disappointment filled her. She then licked Sam's right cheek in retaliation.

"Ew! Stop that!" Sam snapped as she pushed Moira back into her seat.

Soon enough, they were at B'lowe's. Moira got out of the car and looked back to Sam.

"Try to cheer up." Sam said with a faint smile.

"Try to get your brains fucked out." Moira responded with the same faint smile.

"I'll see you after work." Sam said with a sigh and drove off.

Moira turned and looked at the giant B'lowe's sign looming over her, dreading the continuation of her soul being sucked out of her ass. Walking into the building, Moira was assaulted with the noises of retail. Trying her best to ignore it, she made her way to the computer towards the back.

"Hey, what's the best application of-" A random customer who noticed the vest slung over Moira's shoulder asked.

"I'm not punched in, so I can't help you." Moira said harshly as she walked past the man. Moira then knew not to punch in on the computer she was originally heading to if she wanted to avoid the customer's questions, and quickly veered to the new path of Outdoor Lawn and Garden. Once there, she quickly type in the code to start her shift and then slung on the vest.

"Hey, Moira!" Carl, the manager of Outside Lawn and Garden called out as soon as he saw Moira. "Can you do me a favor and water the trees outside."

Moira shrugged. "Sure." And left to set about the task given to her. Moira's job at B'lowe's worked as thus: She was the jack of all trades, since she specialized in nothing, she would be given random tasks from the various departments in the store. From janitorial, to loading customer's vehicles, to collecting carts, she did it all.

Moira stared into space as she watered the trees, wanting to be left along as much as possible. However, by the time of the third customer's redundant question, Moira hid between the trees, and sat down and thought on what she wanted her non-sexual book to be about.

It wasn't long before her mind wandered to things of a more deviant nature, and she had to leave the trees and go to the back of the store where new produce was offloaded off the trucks. There she opened the janitorial closet, took out the cleaning supplies and opened the unisex, personal, one man toilet room. She then proceeded the clean the room until the sparkled.

She then put the cleaning supplies back into the closet, and straight into the personal bathroom, closed and locked the door behind her. She then proceeded to lay down on the floor and masturbate.

Her index and middle fingers shucking back and forth, moaning as load as she could thanks to the noise of the radio the freight crew listened to, as well as the noise of the packages being rolled on the line made kept her well muffled.

Increasing both speed and the number of fingers, Moira quickly reached climax, letting her underwear absorb the vaginal fluids. There, she lay, and eventually fell asleep, not hearing the pages of her name on the PA, nor the other people trying to get into the bathroom for their own use as well.

It was about two hours later before Moira finally wake up, stood up and washed her hands and left the bathroom, and returned to watering the trees.

"Where have you been!?" The front end manager called out when he saw Moira. "We were paging you like crazy, earlier!"

"I was outside, watering the trees here." Moira lied without missing a beat. "You can go ask Carl, he'll confirm it."

"Well, next time, try to listen to the pages." The manager said anyways.

Moira, feeling particularly nihilistic about her job shot back. "How the fuck can I listen to them when I'm outside!?"

The manager had nothing to say back and shrugged. "Just try to listen, ok?"

"Fine." Moira said as she went back to watering the trees.

Soon as he was out of sight, Moira was once again hiding in between the trees.

"Alright, maybe I need to figure out the location of the story." Moira said with a nod to herself. "That way I'll know the vibe of the surroundings and be able to write from there! Alright, how about Flat Bay? No, that place is boring as hell. Rolling Meadows? No that's too peachy and peaceful. Revere? No, too small and quaint. Pariah? Maybe, but the desert theme would limit me. Tharsis? No, way too gritty. Westlen Falls? Oh! That might work, it always rains there and clothes get wet and..."

She then proceeded to the personal, one man bathroom to the back and began masturbating again.

"No, I'd get too distracted." Moira said as she went back to hiding in the trees. "Maybe I could use Mittlemark? No, definitely not, people who would read the story would see I live in Mittlemark and start reading into the story things they shouldn't and also it might get particularly meta." Moira shook her head, knowing that even if she did choose a location, she get it horribly wrong, for she had not been to one of those cities and towns. It was then an idea hit her.

"I know!" Moira said as she stood up. "I'll just make up a city, and not specify where it is! That way I can take themes of culture of both west and east coast and not be limited!" With that in mind, Moira went back to the personal, one man bathroom and had a celebratory masturbation session. She then proceeded to lay on her back and relax afterwards, ignoring all pages for her for about an hour. She planned when she was done with her 'break' to go to the front and do the next task they had for her, and explain she was in the bathroom with stomach cramps. Then when she was done with the task, she'd take her lunch break.

"How'd work go?" Sam asked as Moira got into the car.

"Meh." Moira answered and didn't say anything more to Sam's questions.

Much to Moira's surprise however, Sam followed her into the apartment.

"What do you want?" Moira asked.

"You're going to start writing until you finish the first chapter, I'm not leaving until then." Sam then crossed her arms. "I was thinking today, you let yourself get too easily distracted, so I'm here to prevent that and let you actually start your career as a writer."

Moira was too drained from work to protest and knew that Sam would stick to her word and not let her rest or do anything else until she did write the first chapter.

Turning on her computer, and opening a writing application, Moira turned on ambiance music and stared at the screen until something came to her, and thus she began typing furiously.

About twenty minutes later, holding a few sheets of paper in her hand, with a proud smile on her face, she handed the surprised and skeptical Sam the paper.

Sam began reading the papers for only a few seconds before snapping her head up to Moira.

"All this says is 'boobie boobie bounce, boobie boobie boobie bounce' over and over again!" Sam yelled.

"Hey!" Moira said with a frown. "I did add in some 'jiggle jiggle' here and there!"

"Moira..." Sam said as she placed the papers down to her side.

"Look, Sam, you can't rush creativity." Moira then patted her stomach. "Besides, I'm hungry, cause the only lunch I had at work was toaster pastry thing and a bottle of lemonade."

Sam sighed as she stood up. "Fine, whorebot, let's go get something to eat. I drive, you buy, deal?"

Moira smiled proudly, knowing she was off the hook for today.

"Deal!"

Authors's note: Alright, this is YTF's story/idea/pass-along suggestion thingy. So please, give input and suggestions, and critique. I think the board has a stake in this story considering the topic about it in another part of this board. So please, fire away!

...SHOOT DAMN YOU!]]> Deathtronhammer The Story BoardWed, 05 Aug 2009 21:47:15 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5982,5982#msg-5982 Hug Me, Kiss Me, Fuck Me: A Ranma Fic (16 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5982,5982#msg-5982
Hug Me, Kiss Me, Fuck Me
Chapter 1: Cast a Spell

Happosai toiled over a cauldron in his room. Nothing but a strange purple light emanating from the pot lit the dark room. A wide smile spread across his wrinkled, ancient face.

“Now with this spell, I will make Ranma my obedient, big-breasted, sex slave,” he said in his creaking sounding voice. He began laughing, imagining Ranma, as a girl with huge breasts, in skimpy clothes and obeying his every perverted command. He was drooling with anticipation. He snapped himself out of the fantasy, prepared to make it a reality. He began to speak the words of some type of ancient Chinese.

Several blocks away in the Nekohaten, Cologne felt a change in the air. She turned the direction of the Tendo Dojo.

“Something stranger than usual is going to happen today.”

“What is it, great-grand mother?” Shampoo asked the ancient amazon.

“I think we should close early today, dear.” With that, the two darted off from the restaurant.

Meanwhile, back at the training hall, the Tendo household was going about an unusually quiet day. Soun and his daughters were relaxing in the living room, while Ranma and his father trained in the yard. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the house and out into the yard, knocking the Tendo Family on to the floor and knocking Ranma and his father into the reflecting pond.

“What the hell was that?” exclaimed Ranma-chan submerging from the water.

“It came from inside the house,” stated Soun.

“and I bet I know where,” Ranma-chan said irritated.

Ranma-chan, Soun, Genma, and Akane ran to Happosai’s room and flung open the door. Happosai stood over a cauldron with a liquid that emitted a strange purple light, while he spoke some ancient Chinese. The perverted master turned when his door flew open.

“Hey, can’t you leave an old man in peace?” He protested.

“Can’t you go one day without causing trouble, You old freak?” Ranma-chan yelled back.

Happosai growled with anger and said, “That’s the last time you’ll ever talk back to me, Ranma”

Happosai turned back to his cauldron and began finishing the spell. Ranma and the others lunged for Happosai. However, while in mid air Happosai finished his spell and a pillar of purple energy erupted from the pot and a gust of wind blew back the martial artists. A pillar of purple light punched a hole in the roof and shot to the sky, creating omnibus purple clouds; the light shining all over Nemira. After a few long moments, the light and the clouds dissipated. When the pillar disappeared, Happosai looked at the damage done by his spell.

“That was a lot more powerful than I expected,” He said looking at the hole in the roof, “Now it’s time to see the fruits of my labor.”

Happosai walked out of his room and into the hallway. Not far from his room, he found the unconscious bodies of Soun and Genma. A little further past his old disciples, He found Ranma-chan with one key difference. Ranma-chan’s breasts had tripled in size and burst the two top buttons off her shirt, showing off a long line of cleavage.

“SWEETO!” Happosai exclaimed leaping into Ranma-chans’s now immensely over-sized bosom, nuzzling his head in between her cleavage.

“Finally, my dream of having a curvy, sex slave has come true.”

With his face engulfed in Ranma-chan’s cleavage and in a state of bliss, Happosai didn’t notice Ranma-chan awakening. She put her hand to her head from the induced knockout. She realized there was a bizarre tingle of skin rubbing in between her breasts and looked down at the old freak. Ranma-chan became infuriated by the perverted freak. Happosai began to notice that himself being lifted off of his new fleshy pillows and soon was staring an enraged Ranma-chan in the face.

“Hey what’s going on?” Happosai said, “You’re not supposed to do this to your master! You’re supposed to obey my every whim!”

“KEEP DREAMING, YOU OLD FREAK!” Ranma-chan said, as she launched Happosai into the sky and to parts unknown. Soun and Genma awoke in surprise at Ranma-chan’s larger assets, which she had yet to notice.

“To think that freak thought I be his obedient little…” KOOSH! Ranma-chan paused in her rant due to the fact that she could no longer put her arm to her chest with an unusual thing in her way. She also felt strangely heavy. She moved her arm and looked down. Two huge boobs bursting out off her shirt were staring her in the face. Ranma-chan groped her breasts to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“AAAHH! WHAT THE HELL DID THAT FREAK DO?” She screamed.

“Ranma, why are you screaming?” Akane asked sleepily, “and why does my chest feel so tight and heavy?”

Ranma-chan, Soun, and Genma turned and saw the answer to her second question. Akane’s breasts had also expanded and where tightly pressing against her blouse and outstretching it. Soun’s jaw dropped in shock at the sight of his overly developed daughter. Akane noticed Ranma-chan’s new breast growth and stared at her with surprise.

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?” Ranma-chan and Akane said in unison.

“ME? Look who’s talking?” Ranma-chan said pointing at Akane.

Akane looked down to see her newly formed bust. She was about to scream in shock when a scream came from the living room. Out of instinct, the four ran to the living room to see that both Nabiki and Kasumi‘s busts had also undergone expansion. Kasumi’s usually calm and gentle face held an expression of shock and surprise. Nabiki’s face on the other hand, was filled with anger.

“Daddy, WHAT’S GOING ON?” She demanded.

“I think I can help answer that question,” said a familiar creaking voice.

They all turned to see Cologne perched on her walking stick.

“It’s the old ghoul,” Ranma-chan said

“Ranma!”

“Oh crap.”

Shampoo bounced out from behind Cologne. Her boobs had also enlarged. Her top was undone enough to give a line of cleavage longer than Ranma-chan’s. She bounced over to Ranma-chan. She wrapped her arms around Ranma-chan’s neck and pressed her boobs against Ranma-chan’s right arm.

“Shampoo get bigger boobs, you like yes?” She asked Ranma-chan in her fractured Japanese.

Ranma-chan couldn’t help but stammer. Her breasts had a pleasurable, silky feeling she’d never noticed as they were pressed against her arm. Unfortunately, the feeling of pleasure left when Akane punched her straight in the face.

A while later they were all sitting around the table waiting, as Colonge looked over the scroll found in Happosai’s room. Ranma had decided to take a bath and was male now. Akane, Nabiki, and Kasumi had changed out of their tops and into night shirts until they could go to the market for new clothes. Shampoo had been forced into a night shirt by the Tendo sisters. Cologne was in deep thought wearing a solemn and concerned look on her face.

“Do you know what this scroll is?” Soun asked the Amazonian matriarch.

“Yes, it is the scroll of the Chuang-Mu concubine spell. It is used to make a specific woman into the spell caster’s large breasted sex slave.”

“But why has this spell turned given all of us these huge tits?” Nabiki asked.

“Possibly due to Happy’s foolishness, he must have mispronounced a word and giving all women in Nemira who are in his preferred age range enlarged breasts.”

“So every pretty female high school student, college student, and women up to 40 now has huge breasts?” Ranma asked.

“Oh my. That will make shopping at the specialty store hard.” Kasumi replied.

“Until I can counter Happosai’s spell, just go about life,” Cologne said.

She turned to Ranma and said, “Son-in-law, if any thing stranger happens, Notify me.”

Ranma looked at her strangely but nodded.]]> boobninja The Story BoardWed, 18 Nov 2009 11:33:10 -0800 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5788,5788#msg-5788 Bakunuu Elite- KNOW YOUR SETTING! (15 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5788,5788#msg-5788
DETI- Defense from Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence. this program was established in the year 2030 when it became obvious that the 2029 asteroid was a carrier for alien lifeforms, some of which became seeded beneath the surface of the earth. Using assets from the old SETI program as well as the full cooperation of various defense contractors and defense agencies, DETI has signatories on all continents, though China and Russia have created their own special response teams.

Dr. Mercy Van Styke- Head of the North Atlantic division of the DETI program, Mercy is, perhaps, an odd choice considering her rather liberal affections towards all of the members of her crew, especially the women. She has, however, managed to contain the situation in North America for the most part, and is currently recruiting the womanpower she needs to gain more control and locate any alien spawning points that may be under the surface of the continent.

Height- 5' 8"
Eyes- Green
Cup size- G

Geza Sanria- Commander the North American commando groups for the purpose of terminating the invaders. Geza herself also had a close brush with one of the creatures (Now known as the "Thief" type), but was able to overcome it, and began actively looking for membership in DETI so she could do more of the same and protect others from being used as a tool by the enigmatic creatures. She's big, she's jovial, and she thoroughly enjoys her work in a way that people outside of DETI might find to be on the creepy side.

Height- 6' 2"
Eyes- Violet
Hair- White
Cup Size- H

Natashenka Valdikova- Exchange soldier from the Russian program, and even prefers to use a cache of Soviet/Russina weapons over the North Atlantic equipment- However, some of the weapons, while not finding conventional use, end up being used for their intended, if incredibly rare circumstances. She's occasionally shocked by the friendliness of others, and prizes efficiency most, at least for a little while...

Height- 6' even.
Eyes- Green
Hair- Crayon-Box Red
Cupsize- I

KNOW YOUR ENEMY!

Beast types-

Baskerhound- Canimorph Xeno

Tentacles- 2 each in 2 separate breakaway casings.

The baskerhound's purpose is as a tracker, and it excels in that role. However, it tends to be over eager to complete the invaders' primary directive, and that can be used to draw packs into ambush with suitable bait. Its eyes serve mainly to distinguish light and dark, and it navigates almost entirely by smell. It can somehow discriminate between women who are currently capable of comfortable reception of the tentacle (Horniness, either open or repressed! M.S.). Their keening wail can call other creatures to the site.

Worm- Lubrimorph Xeno

These are essentially one-shot devices, something that rarely occurs in nature, leading credence to Doctor Natalya's idea that these are merely engineered creatures for a common purpose, designed to impregnate a female and perish after the attempt, successful or no.

Fiddler- Ocypomorph Zeno
Tentacles- 3 in smaller claw.
Armament- 1 Bioplasma cannon in larger claw.

All jokes about giant enemy crabs aside, this variant has only appeared in use as a terror weapon in Eastern Chine so far, attacking cities where China's air power cannot be brought to bear against these heavily armored monstrosities. China has proven capable of destroying these creatures with various, more dangerous means which would be well worth studying by the North atlantic commandos- Destroying the bioplasma cannon with demo charges, for example, seems to utterly incapacitate the creature (for massive damage! -M.S.)

Humanoid types- These are generally identifiable due to their chitinous covering, as well as their bifurcated jaws and extensive amount of teeth. They all have six eyes in various arrangements that are usually most beneficial to their role.

Tinker-
Tentacles- 2 each in forearms and upper legs-

The tinker is a dangerous creature due to its ability to incorporate technology into itself. Weapons are of dubious utility, as the creature posesses no means of reloading them, but it can also take over things like phones and phone lines, police scanners, and other devices that it can use to distract or incapacitate potential victims. Its own natural weapons are deadly, but it can be disposed of with appropriate weapons and strong electrical surges, if one needs to improvise.

Tailor-
Tentacles- 1 each in shoulder casings, thighs.

The Tailor is the biological equivalent of the tinker, able to transform the biomass and biological properties of other creatures to its own ends, adding extra muscle fiber, bone density, or even new limbs in order to accomplish its missions. Like the tinker, each specimen of the tailor is unique and may require separate tactics to deal with. the enzymes used for the creatures assmilation processes appear to be quite flammable, however.

Soldier-
Tentacles- 3 located in the hips
Armament- 1 bioplasma gun in one or more arms.

The Soldier is an odd case, as, while it has tentacles, these are far more muscular appendages designed for constriction in close combat, and it engaged in numerous suicidal attacks on police stations, guardposts, or any other target that contains personnel vital to the defense of Earth. It would appear that the engineers of these invaders are attempting to sap the strength of humanity to resist, but do seem to drastically undersetimate the effectiveness of some of Earth's forces (Heyo! :) -M.S.). They are heavily armored, and can only be decisively harmed by military-grade weapons possessed by specialist police and national defense forces.

Sailor-
Tentacles- 2 in each forearm.

A creature adapted for marine travel, this creature's legs can merge to form a rudimentary "tail" for faster swimming, and their bodies are far more streamlined than those of their compatriots. These have been the plague of seaside towns and resorts, but can be eliminated easily once encountered. Being so optimized for quick strikes in the water makes them vulnerable to combat when spotted and lured into a land engagement.

Rich Man-
Tentacles- 3-fold appendage located in the mouth.

While other creatures seem to be engineered to act in single-minded desperation, the "Rich Man" seems to be content to wait for the choicest female specimens to appear, even occasionally seeming to avoid anything he considers less "worthy" of his attentions. Only two have been successfully neutralized in North America, as those were the only two that DETI has been made aware of due to their reclusive proclivities. All methods of engagement are acceptable.

Poor Man-
Tentacles- 3 each in arms, legs (12! -M.S)

"Poor Man" is by far the largest of the humanoid types, standing around eight feet tall and possessing incredible strength that allows it to shrug aside all but the heaviest obstacles. This is more than enough to subdue any victim it chooses, and it will do so even under the most unfavorable circumstances, as though in total desperation. While not difficult to damage, its body fluids seem to have an astoundingly abnormal proportion of adrenaline. destroying its means of locomotion is the best tactic, as it sufficiently disables the creature for termination without further risk to our agents.

Beggar Man-
Tentacles- 1 in each limb

This version is an exceedingly gaunt figure, hence its relative lack of tentacles, but it does mean it can compact and squeeze into spaces the other variants can't. that is not its most dangerous aspect. Apart from its surprising strength, it also has the ability to emit humanlike sounds, usually moans or cries of anguish, luring the curious into its reach. While it can be easily dispatched if detected in advance, therein lies the difficulty.

Thief-
Tentacles- Variable
This version is an oddity even among its kin, due to its ability to climb around walls and ceilings at will. teams going into urban zones must exercise extreme caution, as it is willing to kill if there is a chance of it being discovered.]]> R-9 The Story BoardTue, 17 Nov 2009 12:10:21 -0800 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5786,5786#msg-5786 Bakynyuu Elite- The Tentacle Meanace (14 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5786,5786#msg-5786
Danielle would later recount that it had, as these things tend to do, started as a normal day in the office. It had just passed lunchtime, in fact, and Danielle had just wiggled herself back into her seat, on a rather expansive seat- There were few business skirts that could contain her rear and hips without making it look like they was going to absolutely explode out of her clothes at any moment, and thankfully, Danielle had found one. She scooted forward in her chair, her breast bumping up against the desk- Despite the efforts of herself, the green business vest and white blouse, she couldn't avoid looking like she was smuggling a pair of jiggly watermelons under the front of her clothes. She gave a soft sigh as she began the daily grind once more, but something seemed off about the day. She felt more tense than usual, and she could see it in her co-workers. The same instinct that caused animals to run in the shadow of an impending volcano seemed to be working its "magic" here.

The feelings were justified when half of the lights blew out. She managed to cower under her desk, even while the floor warden was directing everyone else out of the building- It's not as though she couldn't hear the panicking, but something in her didn't wand to get stampeded. She stayed there for a while, waiting until the noise had died down. It was no sooner than the last of the crown had left the fourth floor that she heard a loud, keening wail, the shouts of security guards, two thumps, and then...

Silence.

Danielle placed her glasses back over her brown eyes, and crawled out from under her desk, looking around while she took deep breaths, hindered slightly by the clothing ill-suited to a girl of her size. She headed over to the elevator, and gasped as she saw the piled up security guards- Alive, but out cold for the immediate practical future. So, she did what anyone else might do- She took a gun. She didn't have much time to get up before she heard heavy breathing and the scrabbling of four plated legs on the hard floor, but she managed to get knocked on her back, facing whatever large, quadrapedal, chitinous attacker had hopped on her.

She wasn't in a position to get a good look at her attacker, and filed it under her brain as 'nasty dog' for the time being. All she knew is that it was loud, aggressive, smelly, and had more teeth than was sensible. She also saw some of the plates on its sides open, and, to her horror, two pairs of tentacles spooled out from underneath, with the intent of snaking their way under her skirt.

She might have screamed, but that would require conscious thought, and swiftly brought the pistol to bear against the only fleshy spot she could make out, firing the weapon not an inch away from the creatures neck, showering herself with a spurt of ichor and gore. It was enough to discourage the beast, and she got up, whereupon it looked at her, and opened its mouth to screech- but on reflex, she fired again, the bullet blowing through the roof of its tapered head and creating an ungodly amount of work for the janitor for later that evening.

She didn't bother to button up her blouse or vest as she leaned over to take a better, look, her massive breasts swaying gently underneath her. It looked almost like a large insectoid hound, with chitinous plating and no less than six eyes, two on each side of the head and the remnants of two on the top. She didn't take long to ponder, as she snagged the very next elavator that she could, taking a ride down to the first floor.

Danielle moved towards the back service entrance, still in something of a daze- she'd never had to fire a gun before, and she always assumed that it would be at something human. She had to practically force herself to move, however much her body wanted to stay put. She was dimly aware of the fact that there was something climbing along the ceiling, following her around the first floor of the building, and only when she reached the back lobby did she notice the humanoid creature. She couldn't muster a scream, not that it could be heard over the high-powered gunshots that shredded the thing. They weren't from her, though. It was at that point that Danielle and her body decided to give up for the day, and she fainted on the floor of the lobby, not even noticing being carried off.

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She wasn't even sure what time it was when she woke up. There wasn't a clock, nor was the place even her room. the bed was comfortable enough, and she fumbled around what she thought was a nightstand- Her glasses weren't there. The monstrous gore had been cleaned out of her long black hair, and her clothes were neatly folded by the side of the bed... Which meant that she wasn't wearing them. She gave a soft gasp and sat up to look down at herself, and realized that something was more comfortable. Her bust had been girded in a bra far more well-fitting than her prior one. Confused by the generosity, she took the time to get dressed, though still sans glasses.

As she was putting on her vest again, she could make out someone else entering the room, slipping the office-lady's glasses back on and giving Danielle a smooch on the nose. "Well, welcome back, cutie." Danielle soon managed to see the subject of affection, though feel is also appropriate- In her enthusiasm, the blond scientist had mashed up her own considerable assets against Danielle's, causing the office lady to blush. The scientist seemed unafraid to bare cleavage, either, and continued to speak. "Are you feeling all right, sweetie?"

Danielle adjusted her glasses, a little ill at ease. "Ah... I don't know. Yesterday was probably the worst day ever- I've never even seen anything like that before, not even in movies, not the ones I watch, anyway. And where am I, anyway, miss...?" She left it hanging in the air just in case she could get a name out of the busty scientist, but no such luck for the office lady. She somehow didn't mind the fact that the woman put an arm around her waist, however.

A smile formed as she gently led Danielle out of the room. "Well, considering what you've seen, I don't think there's a point in hiding anything from you now, is there?" The gentle sway of the scientist's hips bumped periodically into Danielle's. "Well, you're aware that the asteroid of 2029 was a big panic over nothing, right? Smacked right into the moon, with a few bits hitting Earth."

Danielle nodded. "Ah, yeah."

"Mmmm... Oh, my name's Mercy, by the way. Anyway, we have some idea that it wasn't just an asteroid. A few years ago, some of those things similar to what you shot were wandering around the countryside. They seemed to want to impregnate everything- livestock, animals of every kind, and then, well, people." She took a deep breath. "As soon as it was realized, I got myself a few huge grants to 'research' the problem- That is set up an agency to keep it under the hood as much as possible, any means necessary." Danielle paled. "Oh, don't worry, cutie. We're not going to shoot you." Danielle gave a sigh of relieve, her exhale so sudden that her massive bust even quivered in reaction. "But I wouldn't mind you working under me, sweetie."

Danielle blushed as she pondered the word 'under' with the doctor's obvious displays of affection. "Ah, but I'm no commando, like the ones who probably brought me here. I'm just an office lady, and-" Mercy smiled as she gently put her finder to Danielle's lips.

She gave a gentle pat to Danielle's hips. "We'll train you, sweetie, but you don't have to go if you feel uncomfortable about yourself." She smiled. "Well, I have things to take care of. You take a look around, sweetie, and just drop me a line if you want to join us in any capacity. If you don't? Well, you can always go home again." She gave a little wink and stalked off, Danielle's eyes drawn to the way that the short skirt clung to- Nah. she put that out of her head when she felt something pokey in between her breasts. Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out a day pass for the facility. Blushing deeply, she went to take advantage of it.

As expected, there were numerous employees who were not commandos. Scientists, operators, and others As she passed by one of the rooms, she picked up a brochure by the door, that matched some of the posters she saw on the way in.

KNOW YOUR ENEMY: TENTACLE MONSTERS

YOUR LIFE MAY DEPEND ON IT!

She opened it up, her eyes widening as she looked over the various types and descriptions, as well as the best ways for terminating them. She was about halfway through when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Danielle yelped and jumped, her surprise so great that her breasts managed to bounce despite their size and weight. She swift flashed the pass to whoever it was. Danielle's panicked enthusiasm landed her hand deep in warm, dark cleavage, and it took her a few moments to wiggle her hand out. The owner of that cleavage had a good laugh, with jiggling that Danielle hadn't thought possible from a bosom, especially one shoved into a black bodysuit.

She looked up from that expanse of dark skin and into the violet eyes of its owner, who simply smiled. "Well, and you don't even work here yet!" the taller woman had another laugh at Danielle's ensuing blush. "Mercy was right, you are a cutie. I'm Geza... and you look much, much better now that you're cleaned up, babe." Danielle murmured out a thank you, less intimidated but more... awed. "So, what do you think about joining us?"

Danielle tucked the pass away. "Well... Thanks for saving me and all but..." She sat herself down in a nearby chair. "I could go back to my life as an office lady, but that's all I'd ever really be... But here, I can do something, but I'm a bit of a coward, you see, and I might freeze up."

Geza smiled. "Well, we'll keep an eye on your pretty little head, babe." She gently ruffled Melanie's hair. "Besides, our uniforms are probably much more comfortable than what they make you wear over at your old job- Mercy saw to that. One of the things that keeps us funded is reaping the rewards on the kind of bra you've been stuffed in." She smiled and became just the slightest bit more serious. "Besides, Mercy doesn't make mistakes with people, and the woman has a lot of love for all of her crew on this little adventure. just think it over, all right?" Geza giggled, leaning over a bit, her own huge breasts swaying gently beneath her.

Danielle blushed again, nodding. "Well, I'll stay the night, at least."

Danielle prepared herself to yelp as she felt Geza pat her huge bottom and walk off, bu Danielle didn't seem to mind. Most of the slaps there she received were just that, but Geza was actually gentle with her- something she didn't experience often from men or women. She stalked back to the room she wok up in and stared at the ceiling for most of the night, finally going to sleep. It had been a long day.

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Danielle woke up the next morning, quickly putting on her clothes to make herself presentable, and opened up Mercy's office, finding the scientist available and free to speak. She didn't however, simply smiling warmly at Danielle, resting her bust on the table and folding her hands together.

Danielle blushed as it turned out she was expected. "Ah... Well, I met someone else, and... I think I'd like to stay on with you. I'm not sure how long my old job would keep me on anyway, so throwing in my lot with you people seems the best way, at least for now... I mean..."

Mercy smiled and interrupted. "Well, welcome aboard. I'm sure we have a place for you, sweetie, and don't worry about a thing. It'll only be as dangerous as you feel you need it to be."]]> R-9 The Story BoardWed, 07 Oct 2009 14:51:35 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5748,5748#msg-5748 Something Wicked (35 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5748,5748#msg-5748Chapter 1- New Beginning

In the world of Asnorit, stories are told
Of ancient battles and kings of old,

Of princes fulfilling birth rights
And dragons slain by righteous knights,

Of fair damsels in villain’s keep,
And princesses placed in eternal sleep,

But this tale is told very little
Of a young man by the name of Cyril...

The sun rose in the sky in the village of Greenfield, a small human town like many others in Asnorit. It was a small out-of-the-way place that had very little excitement other than a trader traveling by or the bustle and hustle of the harvest season. It was quiet and it remained that way. Near the edge of town, a farm house sat as the sun’s rays began to shine on it. The light trickled through the highest window, entering a room where a young man called Cyril slept. He tossed and turned as the sun shined on his face. After a couple minutes, he chose to give in to the daylight and arise. He yawned.

“Man. I was sleeping so soundly,” he said rubbing his brown haired head. He looked over to the window and smiled. “Might as well get up now.” Cyril went to his dresser, grabbed a tunic, pants and belt, and headed down stairs. He entered the kitchen were his mother was cooking breakfast.

“Good Morning, Mom,” he greeted her.

“Good Morning, Cyril,” she replied, “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah,” he replied taking a seat opposite his stepfather. Cyril had been born and raised in Greenfield for 19 years. At young age, his father died in an accident. His mother remarried to a close friend a couple years later, giving Cyril a stepfather and 2 stepsisters. His stepfather was a farmer whom Cyril helped with. He sat at the table, drinking his tea and reading the news scroll. His stepsisters, Moira and Margaret, also sat at the table and ate their breakfast. Cyril smiled at his family when his mother brought his food.

“Here you go-,” before she could finish her sentence, Cyril started chowing down.

“Hey. Don’t eat so crassly. Your mother made that special for you,” His stepfather said.

Cyril looked up at his stepfather, swallowed his mouthful, and spoke, “I know but I wanted to get over to Master Murdock’s soon.” After that, Cyril returned to his food, much to his stepfather’s chagrin.

“Hmpf. Your sorcery teacher is no reason to have bad table manners.”

“Now dear. We know Cyril has made some great progress,” his wife said then turned to Cyril, “So, why do you need to go see Murdock?”

Cyril turned to his mother. “He said he had something important to tell me. I think he’s going to teach me a new spell. I’m so excited.”

With that, he finished his food and put his dishes in the sink. “See you guys when I get back,” said Cyril, rushing out the front door. He headed down a path that led into a nearby forest. At age 8, Cyril began tutelage under Murdock, Greenfield’s local wizard. He taught Cyril various forms of magic but also taught him other various subjects like geography and such. Murdock was a bit of a hermit and barely left his house which sat at the center of the forest. He only left if someone needed him to do a job requiring magic or sometimes going to town festivals.

After running for sometime, Cyril found himself at the small cottage that Murdock called home. He opened the door and entered the cottage. It smelled of unique and unusual smells as it always did. On the far side of the cottage, Murdock sat by the fireplace in an armchair, reading a book. His long wild and white hair going past his shoulders and his half-moon spectacles sliding down his nose. He looked up from his book and saw Cyril. He smiled at his pupil.

“Hello, Cyril. It’s good to see you,” greeted Murdock.

“Hello, Master,” Cyril replied, “So what magic are you going to teach me today?”

Murdock winced at Cyril’s question. Cyril looked at him quizzically.

“What is it, Master?”

Murdock looked him straight in the eye. “I have nothing left to teach you.”

Cyril stood there, a bit shocked by this revelation. “What do you mean?”

“I mean it just like it sounds. I have taught you everything that I know,” Murdock replied, “I taught you all the magic I know, all that I know about the world, and there is nothing else I can teach you. You have graduated and surpassed all of my expectations.”

“Really?”

“Yes and I am proud to have been your teacher.”

Cyril smiled at his master but then looked away in sadness. Murdock looked at him quizzically.

“Cyril?”

“I’m thankful you told me this but what do I do now?” Cyril asked, “If there’s nothing left learn than what can I do? Do I just stop-“

“NO!” Murdock exclaimed interrupting his former pupil. Cyril jumped back at the outburst.

“You are still young and you can still learn more!” Murdock said, “You should set out and find a new master.”

“Find a new master?”

“Yes. When I was about your age, I traveled the world and learned all that I know now from different masters around the world. It is the perfect way to learn new spells, gain more knowledge, and meet people,” said Murdock as he went over to a pot with various scrolls sticking out of it.

“Meet People?”

“Yes, I know how you like the company of curvy women,” said Murdock with a smirk on his face, “There many beautiful women out there in the world of all different shapes and sizes.”

“Shapes and sizes…” Cyril began to fantasize and started to drool over the possibilities but quickly shook it off to get back to the matter at hand. “I see but, where do I go?”

Murdock stood up with a handful of different scrolls.

“I suggest starting in Lemavear.”

“Lemavear?”

“Yes, it’s a mixed city a several miles west of Greenfield. There should be several sorcerers there and there is also guild. I’m sure you’ll find a new master,” Murdock said, handing Cyril the scrolls in his hand, “Take these scrolls. They’re maps of the world and of the areas within the Western continent. They should be very useful on your journey.”

Cyril smiled wide and shook hands with his former master.

“Thanks, master and goodbye,” Cyril said as he left out the front door.

“Farewell and good luck!” Murdock replied back to him.

With that Cyril returned home, told his family of his plans, and prepared for his journey. The next day, with everything packed and ready, he said his goodbyes to his family and left for Lemavear. A couple days later he found himself in the mixed city. He was surprised at the large number of tall buildings. There were so many numerous houses and shops in one place. By the middle of the afternoon, he had taken a break in the center of town, resting by a large water fountain.

“Wow, this place is amazing! So many shops and buildings,” He exclaimed but his mood quickly changed, “but I’m still in need of a new master.”

He sat down by his bag and his staff on a bench next to the fountain. Now that Cyril was here, he didn’t know what to do. How does one go about finding a master, anyway? He considered what he had on him. He had some clothes, some books, some scrolls, the maps Murdock gave him, and some nonperishable foods. There was also his money bag. His parents had given him at least 200 gold coins. Then of course there was his staff and sword. The staff was somewhat unusual compared to other staffs as it was made of a rare grass tree found in the eastern empires and topped with a jewel from the southern continent. His sword on the other hand was a standard broadsword his stepfather had given him on his 18th birthday.

He also had to consider his options. He thought about joining a guild but their standards varied. Some guilds were pretty simplistic where if you showed your stuff and did well you got in while, some guilds were more elite and either required you to undergo years study, be from some prestigious family or pay loads of cash. He didn’t want to be saddled to some snobby school for years or use up all his money on some entry fee. He considered perhaps putting in an ad the local news scroll but had no idea where the printer was or how much they would ask to print the ad. Also, there was no telling what kind of wizards would show up if he put an ad in the scroll. He may end up with some swindler if he wasn’t careful.

“Man. Finding new master is a lot harder than it sounded,” Cyril said out loud.

His attention drifted to the crowd of bustling people who passed him on their way to where ever they were going. He had never seen so many people and not just humans; people of other races were mixed into. He saw elves, dwarves, Halflings, and goblins too. Of course that’s what the mixed cities were; places where almost all the races of the world lived together. While watching the crowd in amazement, he spotted three beautiful elven women walking by him together. One of them had silvery white hair, another’s hair was a fiery orange, and the last one had curly chocolate brown locks. All three of them had beautiful pearl white skin, sea blue eyes, slim, elegant bodies, and the thing that caught Cyril’s attention the most was their big firm breasts. All three of them looked like they were at least a DD each. Their breasts bounced in their tight yet stretchy, low necked tunics with each step they took.

Cyril couldn’t help but drool a bit as they walked past with their boobs bouncing with almost perfect unison. They were sexier than the girls in his village and the girls in his erotic scrolls. During puberty, when he wasn’t helping out his stepfather or studying under Murdock, Cyril got some hands-on experience with the opposite sex. A lot of the girls in his village were varied from horny farm girls to sexy barmaids and waitresses. He loved having fun with them especially if they had big boobs. Strangely though, He never felt completely satisfied by the girls he met and always felt as if they were lacking something. He had also gotten his hands on to some erotic scrolls from traders who passed by. These scrolls had amazingly detailed drawings of different kinds of girls in erotic and sexy poses. He always preferred those with big breasts.

The girls in his village had their charm and so did those girls in the scrolls but seeing real life elven women was a new experience. His eyes followed them as they walked further away. A thought popped in his head as he watched them. He remembered that Murdock once told him that elves have a natural ability for magic.

“I wonder if those girls have any magic training,” He said then a smirk spread across his face, “wouldn’t it be great if they were skilled enough to be my masters.”

This comment led to a small fantasy of the three elven girls in wearing skimpy dresses and sorcerer’s cloaks. They posed sexily, emphasized their busts, flashing their panties, and asked if he was ready for his lessons. Cyril drooled a little bit and his cock fluttered but he shook his head, smiled and sat back on the bench.

“That would probably wouldn’t happen,” he said, realizing the reality, “If I found a female master, she’d probably be much older than me and would frown upon having sex with her student. Oh well, a man can dream though, right.”

Cyril sat back on the bench, closed his eyes, and listened to the sounds of the city. For a long while all he really heard was the water from the fountain, footsteps, and the mixed and garbled chatter amongst the crowd but then he heard a new strange sound among everything else…

BOING!!!

“Boing?” he said. He opened his eyes and looked around and found someone near the fountain outside the crowd a few feet away. A person with short red-orange hair in a cloak had stopped and stood not that far from him. He noticed something about that cloak.

“Hey that’s a witch’s cloak,” he said noticing the dark purple shade of the cape, “it must be a witch.”

The witch turned her head to side, revealing a woman with lovely peach skin and emerald green eyes. Cyril was amazed at how pretty she was. You always hear about fables where witches are ugly old hags, but obviously this girl was one of the witches you didn’t hear about as much. As the witch looked around, Cyril noticed several of the guys in the crowd were staring at her. He wondered why. He got his answer when the witch turned around.

BOING!!! Cyril’s eyes nearly flew out of their sockets and his member became rock hard. The red-haired witch had huge boobs that went down to her waist. Not saggy or sloppy breasts, but full, firm, spherical, gigantic gazongas. Her long sleeved blouse did nothing but emphasize them as it surprising fit around them. Cyril was surprised he missed them when she was turned around. They looked like someone had taken the DD’s of a giantess and placed them on her for the hell of it, not that he was complaining. It was really hard not to concentrate completely on those unbelievable knockers. The witch looked around; appearing oblivious to other people’s gazes and began to leave the area.

Cyril noticed that her breasts were moving in a certain direction with the girl. She was heading back into the crowd. Cyril summoned up his will power to the task at hand.

“Hmm, she has a witch’s cloak which means she’s a witch,” Cyril thought to himself, “Maybe she knows someone who could help me continue my magic training.”

Cyril grabbed his bag and staff and went into the crowd searching for the girl. There were so many people and she was rather short compared to him. He was having trouble dealing with the cramped space in between all of these people. He finally made his way out of the crowd and got himself into a less crowded stretch of street and the big breasted witch was nowhere to be seen. He put his hand to his forehead.

“Aw, man. She was probably my only lead on a new master,” he said regretfully, “and it would have been nice to have at least asked her on a date. I might have been able to see those breasts in all their naked glory.”

He sighed and walked down the street and decided he might as well go look for an inn. As he walked down the street, he noticed something in an alley he passed. It was the big breasted witch. She was talking to some guy and she didn’t seem very interested in what this man was proposing. The guy was huge, at least eight feet tall with huge muscles and body parts to go along with him. Cyril quietly entered the alley and began to get closer to them. As he did he began to hear what they were saying.

“Come on, baby,” The guy said in a deep booming voice, “Why don’t you come with me and I’ll show you a good time.”

“Sorry but I’m not interested,” the witch replied.

“Why not? I’m a man who likes women with big tits, and you’re probably the only woman who could take my cock in between those melons of yours”

“Yeah, but I don’t think a titfuck will satisfy you and if you’re as equally big down there, you’ll tear my pussy up. Besides, I like more intelligent men.”

“Come on, Honey,” he said, bending down and groping her right breast.

“Hey! Watch the hands! I said No!”

“Ah, your lips say no but my body says yes! yes! YES!”

“I’m warning you!” the witch’s hand began to show a strange light when Cyril stepped in.

“Excuse me,” said Cyril, casually interrupting the possible rape, “but I believe the lady said no, pal.”

The giant guy looked annoyed at Cyril as he advanced further into the alley. The big fellow let go of the witch’s breast.

“This ain’t got nothing to do with you pipsqueak,” The guy said, “So, just scram.”

Cyril looked up at him. “Sorry but I just can’t walk away and leave a pretty lady like her to be ravaged by a big lug like you.”

The big guy growled and tried to intimidate Cyril by cracking his knuckles. “You wanna die?”

“Not just yet. I’ve got a lot of things to do.”

“Well too bad ‘cause I’m sending you to an early grave right now,” said the giant guy charging Cyril. Cyril merely put his staff to the ground, brought his left hand up to his face and began mouthing something. The Giant guy smirked.

“Ya saying your prayers?” He said just about to bring his fist down on Cyril.

“No…I’m casting a spell.”

As the big guy was just within reach, Cyril’s hand glowed green and he slammed his palm against the guy’s chest. The big guy went flying past the witch and to end of the alley, crashing into some wooden boxes and the wall at the alley’s end. The witch looked surprised at the event and turned to Cyril.

“Thanks for the save. You really flattened him,” she said.

“You may wanna turn around and watch what’s gonna happen next,” He replied.

“Huh?”

The witch turned her attention back to the end of the alley. Emerging from the crates, was not the 8 foot tall behemoth but instead a small scrawny guy who was struggling in the big guy’s clothes. The small guy looked at himself and gained a look of shock and horror.

“AHHH!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?” He screamed in a whiney gravely voice, “That augmenter said that the spell was permanent!”

“Who’s the pipsqueak now?” Cyril replied with a grin on his face. The little guy held the oversized clothes to his body and ran off crying. Cyril smiled and turned to the witch. She looked at him with real surprise.

“How did you know he had an augmenter’s spell on him?” She asked.

“I wasn’t sure at first,” Cyril answered, “He gave off this weird magical vibe, like something about him was fake.”

The witch continued to look surprised at him. Cyril’s eyes wandered down to her impressive line of cleavage and started to lose himself in her breasts but blushed and looked away.

“Ah. Anyways, I’m glad I could help and I was wondering,” He said, “Do you know any skilled sorcerers or sorceresses around this city?”

“No sorry,” She said.

Cyril let out an exhausted sigh, “Well thanks anyway.”

As Cyril walked off down the alley, the red haired witch gained a sly smile. Upon getting to the exit to the alley, she grabbed his arm and held it against her cleavage. Cyril blushed at the feeling of her titanic tits pressed against his arm and looked at the witch in amazement.

“Are you new in town?” She asked him cheerfully.

“Y-y-yes,” Cyril stammered.

“Well you look tired. I know a great inn with some great food and drink. Wanna come?” She asked, “Consider it my thanks for saving me.”

“Uh, sure, Miss-Miss-“

“It’s Mikhaela.”]]> boobninja The Story BoardMon, 05 Apr 2010 05:39:05 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5445,5445#msg-5445 World and Characters of Something Wicked (6 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,5445,5445#msg-5445Asnorit – Asnorit is a world not unlike our own. It is almost like an alternate earth without the Americas and Antarctica. Asnorit is a mystical world populated by not just humans but also dwarves, elves, fairies, giants and other beings and creatures. A world governed by various kings, queens and lords in different parts of the four continents; the western realm, the southern continent, the northern wastes, and the eastern lands. A place in which, magic is used plainly and in combat. This world, Asnorit, is the setting of our story.

Currency- There is at least two forms of currency in Asnorit; Coins and Jewels. Coins are the more common form of currency with four definitive types: copper, silver, bronze, and gold. Copper coins are the lowest form. The remaining three types of coins are equal to a number of copper coins. Silver is equal to 5, Bronze to 10, and Gold to 20. Kingdoms in the eastern empires have similar currency with different colored coins made of different precious metals and stones like jade or iron. In the northern wastes and places where dwarves are common, Jewels are often traded as currency. The price of the jewels is determined by the fineness and rarity of them in the area.

Sorcery- As said previously said magic is very common in Asnorit and almost all races are capable of using some form of magic. Some magic is focused on control of elements such as water, wind, earth, fire and so on. Other magic is more different like shape shifting and illusions. Sorcery is occasionally organized by two groups; Covens and Guilds. Covens are mostly secluded family groups who mostly practice select forms of magic. Covens are often ruled by the eldest and often most powerful of the family. Guilds are more for everyone. They sometimes allow anyone in who wishes to join but sometimes Guilds require one to pay entry or be from a prestigious family. Of course there are sorcerers and sorceresses who don’t join guilds aren’t part of a coven. Teaching the craft to others varies from a wizard/witch taking on an apprentice and teaching them solely to Guild academies that have various professors who teach multiple students. Asnorit also has some unique professions for magic users. Beyond fortunetellers, healers, and apothecaries, there are also the augmenters (mystical equivalent to plastic surgeons), alchemists (Asnorit’s magical scientists), magic teachers, and others. Sorcery has also given Asnorit advancements like our modern day conveniences like indoor plumbing via a crystal in the water pipes that filters out dirt, excrement, and other things and recycles clean water for toilets, sinks, and baths, some ovens possessing a magic upon it to cook things faster, and rings or other artifacts used for communications like phones or loud speakers.]]> boobninja The Story BoardMon, 20 Apr 2009 19:00:47 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4848,4848#msg-4848 Highway Huntress (23 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4848,4848#msg-4848
This wasn’t always the case. Marina reminded herself of this all the time, and these early mornings didn’t provide any exception. Marina ran her hand through her messy bed-head in an attempt to straighten it out, sighing again as she sadly recalled that her next shower was tomorrow, after nearly a week of waiting.

Marina hated her situation. It wasn’t as if Marina’s life had ever been easy, but the world outside the domed cities of the Geo-Garremont Confederation was at least livable after the massive nuclear exchange that wiped out almost all BUT the Geo-Garremont Confederation. It’d taken a little over 50 years since that time to at least ensure the outside world was capable of sustaining human life ALMOST normally (the declaration had in fact been made in 2093, the same year Marina had been born). And seventeen years later, the world outside those domed cities took ANOTHER turn for the worse.

The Axis of Allied Planets, they called themselves. Marina did not know where they came from and didn’t particularly care at this point. All Marina knew for sure was that they’d taken over the planet against what amounted to token resistance from the world outside the Geo-Garremont Confederation, which let the rest of the world know after the nuclear exchange- repeatedly- that it was going to be fending for itself. The Confederation itself didn’t even bother to help (a piece of information that always caused Marina to seethe, although, it had to be said, she couldn’t entirely blame them, as the nuclear exchange that ended most of the world started due to an unprovoked attack on Geo-Garremont itself).

The A.A.P., as it turned out, weren’t a wholly malevolent organization, but their words and actions rarely synched up as far as their “we’ll leave Earth mostly alone” stance went. It was true that they hadn’t taken military action against any human, unless they either attacked first or were positively identified as being with any group that had been involved with attacking the A.A.P.

Marina went over to her sink in an attempt to preserve some of her vanity, turning on the hot water and getting only cold. Damn it, had her ration of hot water ran out already? Marina mumbled “fuck” under her breath, stopped up the sink, and began washing her hair in it.

Where were we? Oh yes, the things that WERE proving to be a nightmare were those goddamned terraformers. The A.A.P. were, as the name implied, made up of a variety of alien races, MOST of which were fairly humanoid in appearance, and most of which didn’t take very well to Earth’s natural living conditions as they were. Unfortunately for most humans, this meant that the Earth’s biosphere, atmosphere and geosphere were all being heavily altered into forms which now caused most HUMANS to not take very well to Earth’s no-longer-natural living conditions. Inside the domes, all of that sort of thing was regulated carefully before, during and since the nuclear exchange, so the terraformers wouldn’t do anything to your way of life. But outside the domes, you were a dead man walking on most of Earth’s landmass, and most of the water wasn’t exactly human-friendly anymore.

If you like numbers, let’s try these. During 2042, the year of the nuclear exchange, Earth’s population outside the domes had been slashed to about fifteen million people. In the year 2110, the year the A.A.P. came to Earth, before mucking about with their terraformers, the population outside the domes had grown back to about 500 million people. Five years later, just FIVE YEARS LATER, Earth’s non-domed human population had been cut back down to maybe 100 million and the death rate far, far surpassed the birth rate.

Marina counted herself as one of the lucky ones. Her years since the coming of the A.A.P. had been spent in one of the terraformed areas of Earth that were just adequately capable of supporting human life, which still wasn’t any less lethal to most humans after a couple of years. Marina had survived fairly well, with the only ill effects being that Marina’s skin was incredibly pale, her eyes a deep blue as opposed to the dark brown eyes she was born with, and her hair had recolored itself aqua-blue somehow. She also had a chronic cough that she could, at best, suppress for six hours at a time through medication she took.

Marina began drying her hair with a towel she hadn’t been able to wash in two weeks. Life hadn’t been easy since BEFORE her ‘employment’ with the A.A.P. Weapons Division, but now it really sucked.

See, Marina had always been a smart young girl, genius-level by any test you could put to her. Unfortunately, the A.A.P. caught wind of this. To be fair, you never had much in the way of gainful employment outside the domes- commerce and industry hadn’t re-developed effectively since the non-domed world got nuked to hell and back, and most jobs were rudimentary.

But at LEAST you had access to all the amenities of your typical home if the A.A.P. didn’t deem you as being smart enough to work for them. As implied, the A.A.P. ran a tight ship. Food, hot water, clothing, everything of the sort was restricted and rationed tightly. Curfews were strictly enforced, and things like showers, wash days, and everything of THAT sort only came once in a while. Your living quarters were one-room, cramped affairs with a small, uncomfortable bed that more resembled a prison cell than a bedroom.

Marina attempted to style her hair with a comb she’d bought at a reasonable price with one of her A.A.P. paychecks, but realized she wasn’t kidding anyone, needed a shower and a haircut before she could do anything special with her hair, and let her lengthening hair fall into the spiky mass it’d grown into ever since her employment began. Groaning in despair that she was going to look, smell and feel like she’d just escaped from being buried alive once again, she gave up, snatched her work clothes from her tiny closet, threw them on with barely a care as to how she looked, and exited her room with a sullen, angry look on her face, a once-white T-shirt covered by composite plastic overalls on her back, and surprisingly well-made yet still dirty tennis shoes on her feet.

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WHAT?! They can't ALL be funny! ...gets more light-hearted as it goes. Trust me.]]> Yuka Takeuchi Fan The Story BoardSat, 15 Nov 2008 13:05:05 -0800 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4763,4763#msg-4763 The Bloody Business (1 reply)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4763,4763#msg-4763
He listened for any other tell-tale signs, and looked up at the canvas roof. He decided not to turn his head to look, but he could hear the flaps of the medicine tent he was in flapping in the breeze. the strong smell of the alchemist's salves that had been applied to him reeked, but it meant that he was at the king's camp, back in friendly territory. He tried moving his wrists and ankles, and found that they were free of any irons or chains. In fact they had stripped him out of his armor entirely. His bare hand reached around by his cot, and did finally remember that he never did find his helmet before making his way back towards where he thought the king's camp was going to be. One of the physicians came with water and a scribe, and Robert drank as much as he could bear to. The doctor smiled as he sat on one of the boxes that served as chairs. "You were in a bit of a daze when we found you, but his majesty would like to know what happened."

Robert smiled. It was then he remembered that one of his back teeth was missing, too.
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The fight had been moving over the hills for the past hour, and the situation was fluid. didn't matter much to Robert, as he and his fellows managed to stick with as much of the king's men as they could. The orcs had gotten themselves strung out, and it wasn't necessary to hold a line against their brutish charges- The fight had devolved into pounding numerous bands of orcs rather than one massive horde. He drew his war-axe back out between the ribs of one of his opponents, knowing that letting it sink too deep was an invitation for him to get his own head hacked off. Still, though, he was reasonably sure that he had finished up this last group... Were it not for the mail-clad wolf-rider charging right for him. However, he saw an opportunity in something that most would consider a calamity.

He knew how to deal with these types. Keep your head down, take a good swing, and you live to get paid. He followed his own advice, pulling both hands down to the end of the grip for more reach, ducked a bit, and swung. While he could feel the blade cut through the massive canine's flesh and sinews, he could feel it get stuck, not because it hit a bone, but because it had gotten hooked between his target and a stirrup. In the split second he had to make a decision, he made the one that he had always told everyone would be against their better judgement. He held on, seizing onto his weapon with a death grip.

He wasn't sure exactly how long he was dragged, but it wasn't an especially fast sort of dragging- The weight of him and his coat of mail didn't exactly make for a speedy wolf, and neither did the axe head that was still lodged in the creature's flank. Robert was banged around when the dying giant wolf just rather slumped at high speed, but he was able to free his axe- The rider was thrown from his mount. Orcs were fairly hardy, though, and his readiness was rewarded when the rider staggered to his feet. From the fact that this one was wearing mail of a rather fine make, he must be someone important. Lets see... mail, a two-handed mace, no shield. Shouldn't be too hard. Of course he made a bit of a misjudgement when he came in, ad the orc's first blow crumpled his footman's helmet, sending it bouncing across the ground. He wasn't hurt himself, but it was a shock he would barely recover from. He snapped out of his staggering, and jammed the axehandle into the warrior's face, follwed by the satisfying crack of a broken nose. He pulled his second hand to wards the middle of the axe, and while his blow to the warrior's middle broke some links and winded him, he wasn't able to pierce all the way through. Shame I'm not going to be able to loot this, he thought. He pulled back to get more space, and pulled his grip down to the bottom of the handle.

Robert took the opportunity for a full swing, but the warrior parried- just not well enough, as the axe-head took a few fingers off of one of the hands he was using to hold the weapon with. Before Robert could recover, the chief bore him down, pushing and wrestling with the mercenary, and forcing him to drop his axe. as they pushed and struggled, Robert was forced underneath, being slowly choked to death by hands that one could only count to seven on, so, through his blurry vision, he pulled his butcher's knife from its sheath, and some how managed to ram it in the space between the orc's cheek and the iron collar the warrior wore around his neck. He jammed it in, driving downward as black blood spurted and slickened his grip. he didn't need to hold it any more. The orc's grip weakened, slackened, and then stopped as he effectively drowned to death from the blood pouring outside and inside his throat. Robert pushed the slowly-cooling body off of himself, and pulled off anything that looked like some kind of emblem. He did find a gold disk with and Orcish scull in profile, with an axe buried in the forehead- he soon hitched it to his own armor.

He yanked the knife out of the warrior's neck, soon to be confronted by two of his fellows, more shabbily armored and armed. From the looks of them, they had just run all the way here, which he took advantage of. Without missing a beat, he hurled that knife at one of the greenskins, who didn't dodge soon enough. the wound wasn't fatal, but a good cut across the forehead meant that he was bleeding into his eyes. This left Robert free to take on the second one, charging at him, bellowing, axe raised in that usual manner of savage creatures. He ducked in under the reach of the swing, jammed the axehandle into his teeth, and take advantage of the stagger to drive suck a blow into the warrior's guts that he slumped over dead from shock. The second one was easy enough to dispatch, considering he was half-blinded. One blow to the kneed to set him down in hit, and with another swing he drove a wedge of steel between his foe's ribs and into a lung, and that was enough there, too. He made sure to take the sword belt and tie it around his own waist- Can't let a good sword go to the crows- and made sure to recover his knife. it would need a good cleaning, to be sure, but it was still usable.

He got off, and began to stagger in the direction he was pretty sure the king's camp was- In the opposite of the direction he saw orcs fleeing from a relatively small dragon that was flying around and taking potshots at them. He staggered along, vision blurring a bit.

At some point, he passed out. Dammit.
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Robert DeMain groaned as he lay back out on the cot. The salves would probably have him right as rain in the morning, but for now he was still aching. the scribe ran off to deliver the mercenary's testimony. "Well, looks like he's satisfied. So, are we still stuck in the mud, or are we going our separate ways, come the morn'?"

The doctor nodded. "Well, we broke their strength in the hill country, the footmen are getting restless, so the king has decided to call it a month. He has already delivered pay, fees, and awards for exceptional performance. He has already handed the pay over to your men, along with an extra reward for your actions earlier today."

Robert blinked, but remained still. "How much?"

The doctor grinned. "Quite a few are going to be envious of you and your buddies. It's to the tune of about 1,000 silver marks."

Robert chuckled. "Well that seems a bit much for a band of soldiers, their wizard, and a small dragon. What did we do?"

The older man stood up to stretch... Must've been a long day for him, too. "Well, the emblem you brought back waspicked over by the heraldrist, and the orc you killed was apparently Tharag Stonesplitter, a strongman around these parts. Burned a couple of villages last winter, stole everything, killed everyone. You know the drill.

The mercenary closed his eyes, taking a painless breath. "1,000 marks... What does he propose I do with that?well, besides get a new helmet with a bit of it. Even if we finally got ourselves a proper house, then what? that's still a great deal of money left over." 1,000 marks. Some nobles didn't make that much money.

The doctor shrugged. "Well, that's up to you and your men. I'm sure there's a nice town somewhere that you could settle just outside of. anyway, I'd advocate some nice rest. You'll probably be able to think more clearly once you can move without groaning again. Your armor got sent to your friends. You, however, need to get some rest, and I'd put you under, myself if I didn't have other things to do." The doctor stood up to tend to the rest of the wounded, while Robert was left to lay there.

Robert took another deep breath. 1,000 marks... Now that was a conversation piece for the men.
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The salves did their work wonderfully, and despite some soreness in his right arm and a couple of still-tender bruises, the tall, dark-haired townsman-cum-soldier was, indeed, right as rain. He put aside the flaps of the tent, walking out into the camp. The spring sun had finished drying out most of the mud from the previous days, and everyone was busy packing up, getting ready to go their separate ways. It took him a little while to navigate his way back to his own men, easily visible because of the red dragon, taller than a good-sized man on all fours, laying on the ground and looking quite satisfied with himself. Their young wizard, Titus, was finally getting around to rustproofing his own mail and sword- about time- Aside from that, there were a half-dozen other common mercenaries, like himself. Joseph, a former merchant's guard who slew his master's son whilst the latter was raping a prostitute. Alfred, a tall, blond sea-raider from the north who had stayed in this part of the world in one of the "Northmen" trading posts, who joined on after being separated from his own men in some battle a few years ago, so hooked up with Robert's band of men. the long-haired Viliers Du Croix, who fancied himself a painter once, but his skill with the sword and crossbow far outshined his talent with the brush. His other incentive was that stroking a patron who was also a mayor was good cause to run. Crawford, a mustered-out soldier from some lesser Baron's army, simply looking for the work to which he was most suited. Arthur, who fancied himself a gentleman. On the field, perhaps not, as he was willing to strip the dead as much as any man, but he had a way of writing that lords seemed to like. Harlaus. Not an especially large man, but he knew his way about armor that made him good ad fixing and piercing the same. The dragon? Well, his name is Isecr, and Robert never did know why he had stayed with a band of common soldiers.

Then there was himself, Robert DeMain, butcher, townsman, and illegitimate son of a local lord, who secretly saw to his education. While Robert didn't remember half of it, he did know how to read and write in a few languages, and had some skill at mathematics and geometry. Though a bit lean, he was hard as a steel rod, able to shrug off lesser wounds for reasons that not even he could explain to himself. He and his band had once belonged to a larger free company, and they were his friends, before his commander decided that it would be a good idea to pillage a dwarven mine. He and his friends slipped out in the night while the rest of the company delved and died to the crossbows and hammers of the dwarven soldiers.

Robert stretched, and retrieved the fine sword he looted from the orc soldier from the wagon while their porters were piling up their provisions and equipment. "Well apparently we have it made... And I've gotten in my head that we should buy a house. There a large town nearby where we can probably get one big enough for all of us. I'm not saying we're out of the bloody business, but we won't have to actually tramp around for work any more."

Joseph raised his hand. "Well, good on us, but what do we do? much as I like the idea of settling down, I can't stand being bored."

Robert smiled. He started to wonder exactly when he lost that tooth back there. "Well, we could drill the town militia, serving as instructors for pay. Titus could be a tutor and turn his non-burning things knowledge to work... Well, that's how I see it anyway. But still, a house of our own, actual, fresh food sometimes, plus wages as sometimes sergeants. Plus, some people might look for us for jobs, so long as we advertise our past accomplishments on our front door."

Alfred raised his hand. "Might we put some aside for better armor? Mail is nice, but I hate being winded by every would-be with a mace."

Robert gave a nod to that. "I'd already accounted for that, and weapons, too, along with any porters we hire later. It won't be too much of a problem, I'm sure of that. Any more questions?"

Viliers raised his hand. "Might we get a move on? I think I've had enough of mud and battlefields for this month."

Robert looked over to the porters, who gave a nod to him. "Well, looks like everything's packed, so we can be on our way." Robert led, and the band walked out of the camp, heading towards their new home.

It can't be this easy... It shouldn't. Robert thought along the way. Well, I'm sure that there will be some job or other soon enough... Seems to be the way it works.]]> R-9 The Story BoardSat, 18 Oct 2008 07:57:17 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4749,4749#msg-4749 Because I can (7 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4749,4749#msg-4749 Deathtronhammer The Story BoardTue, 30 Jun 2009 15:32:09 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4583,4583#msg-4583 7th Legion FAQ. (2 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4583,4583#msg-4583
1.0....CREDITS
2.0....STORY
2.1....Characters
3.0....UNIT GUIDE
4.0....TACTICS

5.0....WALKTHROUGH
5.1....Chapter 1
5.2....Chapter 2
5.3....Chapter 3
5.4....Chapter 4
5.5....Chapter 5
5.6....Finale
5.6....EX-Battle

6.0....Unlockables
6.1....Equipment
6.2....Secret characters

1.0....CREDITS

First, I'd like to than Atlus for importing this game, despite being a niche of a niche in terms of gamer interest.

Second, I'd like to thank Simon77 for discovering the conditions for determining the conditions for unlocking the EX-Battle.

Thirdly goes to Bloodthirster79 for figuring out how to defeat all three waves of the Fallen 9th legion in Chapter 2-6, thus securing Lunalia's legendary weapon later in the game.

And last, but not least, Sraph24, bl0dspill3r, Legion13, Zeruel's_waifu, and ballsballsballs88 for picking up miscellaneous secrets, such as other equipment, characters, and the bathing scenes. :)

2.0....STORY

(From the manual and opening crawl)

There was never peace, but there was prosperity, at least.
The Legions of the Alcadian Empire had always held the borders against all manner of things: Orcish marauders, the dead, the warriors of Ostland, and all manner of enemies.
Not all enemies are created equal, however.

It was in June when he came, one man, bearing news that there was a power rising in the north, and enemy that had all but disappeared for a thousand years.
That Lord of the North was a threat to all, and so the Empire wasted no time.
The Ninth legion was armed, mustered, and sent to to fight the enemy beyond the mountains known as the ring of doom.

Not two weeks later, a young, beautiful Inquisitor-Knight finished her training, and was attached to the Seventh Legion, to patrol within and without the borders of the Empire, and fight what may come.

She too, in time, would head to the blasted lands of the North.

2.1....Characters.

1. Rena Melisandra.
Acquired in: Chapter 1-1
Type: Inquisitor -> Adjudicator -> Corona of Faith
Age: 18
BWH: 98(Yeah, right)-60-94

Description: Rena is the newest inquisitor attached to the seventh legion. like all members of her order, she can fight well, wear heavy armor, and even has a sheaf of spells to aid allies in combat. She is well-trained for fighting especially against undead and demons. Overall, a versatile, well-rounded character, good for almost any combat.

Notes: Rena is the main character. Unlike other S-RPGs, losing her in battle isn't an instant loss, but the Inquisitor is such a useful class that she is probably the lynchpin of your strategy in the early game, and is no less important later on.

Oh, and... Yowza. Cleavage-baring armor at its finest, and she has got a lot to show. Doesn't seem to affect her DEF, though. :)

(Note: She isn't just for show: After Phoctis Zan Ammerand revives twice in chapter 5-8: The Spires of Woe, any combat with her will result in an Instant Kill on that boss. -Sraph24)

Brom Melfield
Acquired in Chapter 1-1
Type: Heavy Footsoldier -> Iron legionary or
-> Bladesman
Age: 24

Description: A veteran of the seventh legion, he and his troop are assigned to the new inquisitor in order to show her the basics of legionary operations. As an Imperial footsoldier, he is well-armored, and can equip a wide variety of weapons to fit whatever the situation requires.

Notes: Brom is an above-average Imperial footsoldier to start, but his stat gains really start to ramp up if you take your time to level him during Chapter 1 and two. No Jeigans in this game.

Omin Kasir
Acquired: Chapter 1-1
Type: Archer ->Ranger or
->Sharpshooter
Age: 21

Description: Another veteran of the seventh legion, Omin has incredibly keen sense for danger, and is an excellent scout, as well as providing good battlefield support for his comrades on the front lines. An excellent team player.

Notes: This is the only archer you'll have until 1-5, so you'll be shuttling him around a _lot_. Like you wouldn't believe. However, he does make himself incredibly useful in the early game, when you aren't being swamped with hordes of enemy units like you will in later chapters.

Franz Heinrich
Acquired: Chapter 1-2
Type: Knight -> Cavalier or
-> Paladin
Age: 24

Description: Franz is one of the knights of the Seventh Legion, fast-moving and hard-hitting. However, keep him away from pike-equipped soldiers, just like any other of your knights: Not only will he not be able to attack, he'll still take damage.

Notes: One of the two knights you'll receive in the first chapter. And average knight, but you'll want to think about replacing him later on, if you want to.

Simon Brechner
Acquired: Chapter 1-2
Type: Knight -> Cavalier or
-> Cataphract
Age: 22

Notes: Simon is worth using for the Cataphract class alone: There is practically no position from which we will not be able to Support and ally in some way, either with arrows or flanking. Add to that his above-average stat gains, and you have someone worth keeping for the whole game through.

Solaria
Acquired: Chapter 1-4
Type: Warrior -> Huscarl -> Sunblade*
BWH 95-59-88
Age: ??

*Note: The Sunblade class is only available later if you defeat ALL of the enemy reinforcements in chapter 2-5: The Eye of the North. even if the map is clear of everyone else, you may have to wait a few turns for all four to finish coming in. (Thanks ballsballsballs88)

Description: A mysterious adventurer and leader of a band of warriors, the lovely, rough and tumble Solaria is searching near Ostland for something she claims is her birthright. She doesn't say much about it, but other than that, she's a friendly, bouncy (and how!- ed.), outgoing sort who's more than willing to help out the seventh legion, provided they help her out, first...

Notes: your first warrior, and worth keeping around. She has quite of bit of muscle to counter the fact that she can't use heavy armor, and, if you can, it's more than worth it to get the sunblade class.

Lunalia
Acquired: Chapter 1-4(2-2)*
Type: Dancer -> Seductress -> Moondancer**
BWH: 104-58-98
Age: ??

*You get her in the middle if 1-4 if you manage to keep Solaria alive at least until you defeat the first commander. Otherwise, you get her in Chapter 2-2: The long night.

**This only becomes available if you defeat all of the regular enemies in Chapter 2-6: The Ninth Legion.

Description: Lunalia is a quiet, mysterious dancer that had traveled as part of Solaria's band, and has even created her own troup of war-dancers, but this voluptuous beauty, however she appears on stage, hardly says a word when talked to by those other than Solaria. What does she have to hide? Whatever the case, she's willing to help the Seventh legion, as long as her sister is there...

Notes: Well, even the manual admits her curviness. She's killer against light-armored troops, but not much else, however she provides excellent passive buffs to all allies near her. She becomes outright deadly against light and medium armor if you get her legendary weapon.

(EX-BATTLE!: If both Solaria and Lunalia have their legendary weapons, and you place them within support range of each other, they will perform an INSTANT KILL on Eidolon the Blasphemer in Chapter 4-8: The Crucible of Fire and Faith. This will not only prevent him from appearing in 5-5 and F-1, but it is necessary for getting the EX-Battle [Thanks Simon77!]).

Hadrad Felgis
Acquired: Chapter 1-5
Type: Archer -> Sea Raider or
-> Sharpshooter
Age: 20

Notes: this Ostlandian archer is above average in stats, but neither of his promotion choices are particularly inspiring. Sea Raider has its appeal, however, as there are very few weapons he won't be able to equip.

Morgrain Van Stype
Acquired: Chapter 1-5*
Type: Wizard -> Elementalist or
-> Cabalist
Age: 21

*Only if he lives until the end of the battle.

Description: This graduate of the Academy had gone off on his own to investigate the happenings in the north, but has run into trouble in Ostland. He might be persuaded to help the Seventh legion, if they can get him out of his current bind.

Notes: Use him, use him well: you won't get another wizard until 3-1(!) so do your best to save him. He has good stat growth, and can lay down some wicked support attacks. Elementalist for generalist fighting, Cabalist if you _really_ want to lay the smackdown on undead and demons.

(Note: "and if you REALLLY want to show off some wizardry, get him to do some combat exchanges with Toraion the Bloodthirster in 5-2. If you can get him to survive four exchanges, the 5th will blast Toraion to bits and you'll get his ultimate spell. If Morgrain dies in the process of this, he's gone for GOOD, so watch out. -Legion13)

Lucius Kain
Acquired: Chapter 1-6
Type: Heavy footsoldier -> Iron Legionary or
-> Legion Harrier
Age: 18

Notes: Decent growth, and he gets access to the Legion harrier class, the only one that can use Javelins as a secondary weapons, meaning he can dish it out, take it, and provide decent support to allies on the front line. You just need to put up with his whining, an onerous task if there ever was one.

Daerin Ardor
Acquired: Chapter 1-6
Type: Knight -> Cavalier or
-> Paladin
Age: 27

Notes: Not the best growth, but serviceable until you can replace him in chapter 2-4, after you get Tiriel Vai Karrazen.

Celcia Kaiben
Acquired: Chapter 1-7
Type: Priestess -> Bishop or
-> Prophetess
Age: 24
BWH: 88-55-85

Notes: Your typical "complain about the bustier characters" (despite that she's not too lacking herself) character. She's a bit of a watered-down inquisitor, but she gets more attack magic than Rena does. While the bishop is an amped up form of the priestess, the Prophetess is such a diversion that anything further will be discussed in the unit types section.

Vandari Serai
Acquired: Chapter 2-2
Type: Heavy footsoldier -> Iron Legionary or
-> Bladesman
Age: 24

Notes: Another heavy footsoldier, nothing too special here. Ho hum.

Tiriel Vai Karrazen
Acquired: Chapter 2-4
Type: Horse Warrior -> Jarl
-> Amazon
Age: 24
BWH: 96-56-90

Description: Tiriel is the warrior-princess of the Ostlanders, hardly the delicate flower in waiting that one finds in the courts of other kingdoms. She takes to the field just as much as any other man of Ostland, even acting as a leader when the king is away on other business.

Notes: You can't go wrong with either path: Becoming a Jarl lets her wear heavy armor, while Amazon gives her access to bows, and her growths mean that there's absolutely no way you can go wrong with this character. Endgame material, right here.

Turgan Raizen
Acquired: Chapter 2-5
Type: Mercenary -> Captain or
-> Black Knight

Description Turgan is the captain of a group of mercenaries that went to the North with the Ninth Legion, but was left behind as a rearguard while the legion marched against the massive gate to the northlands, to attack and seize the Spires of Woe. As he still has his pay, he will serve the legions, but is curious as to why the commander, Phoctis Zan Ammerand, was so insistent on leaving him behind...

Notes: Turgan is the only character of his type that you'll recieve, and both of his promoted classes are also unique, so you can't experiment with both on a single playthrough. More on them in the class section.

((Work in progress))]]> R-9 The Story BoardMon, 15 Sep 2008 17:06:46 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4484,4484#msg-4484 Garremont Gaiden? (1 reply)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4484,4484#msg-4484

Quote:
http://www.bestoryclub.com/free/perauthor.php?id=102

A terrorist group strikes the city of Garremont with... a rather unthreatening attack.

Is there anything you can say about the story or are you under NDA?]]> 3pyon The Story BoardFri, 29 Aug 2008 19:56:27 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4109,4109#msg-4109 Draft the row (34 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4109,4109#msg-4109
I'll leave chapters 18, and 22, and the Arden/Yukari piece that was graciously written by YTF, which I have to thank him for.

I wonder how long it's going to take people to notice the dissapearance?]]> Deathtronhammer The Story BoardSun, 01 Nov 2009 23:17:09 -0800 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4065,4065#msg-4065 The Breast Warp (2 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,4065,4065#msg-4065
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There is a world of pure corruption. Pure hatred and pure
destruction. All things sacred has been snuffed out by war, and
blocked off by conflict. Too much damn conflict. However, there is
one good thing that has caught my eye while I took a stroll through
this shitty street.

Sex.

Not just any sort of sex, it was between one of the most
beautiful and aggressive women I have ever seen. She was tall, really
tall, and sporting a short black hair, bouncing along. Her breasts
were huge, plump and magnificent. That was probably her breast,
I mean best feature, those huge, suckable breasts, bouncing and
slapping her stomach. They were natural as well, showing no hint
of silicone. They were plump, and they were bouncing.

"Oh, oh yes," She cooed as she was riding as she was getting railed
from within. Her magnificent breasts bounced and wobbled as she
continued riding that other man's shaft like a cowgirl riding
a bronco. "Be my stallion, fill me with all your hot milk, make
me explode! Mmmmmm....." The woman continued to ride, her massive
breasts bouncing with every jump. She was althetic, and very
caressable. Her aggressive girl face hid a mastermind, a very
sexy mastermind.

The other dude I'll explain later, but he wasn't feeling the
sensation right now. "Mistress Daikoja! I can't cum yet!"

"And why not?" She turned around, pulling herself out of
the young lad, with her own juice dripping out of her pussy
and placing it back in as she faced him. "Is there something
I should know about, my sweet little Tenshiro?" She leaned over
and as she did, her huge breasts bounced as she faced him. Her
breasts wobbled as she stroked his chin with her finger.

Tenshiro gulped. "I want.... I want....."

"Yes?" Daikoja leaned in with her breasts following suit.

"I WANT TO SUCK ON YOUR BREASTS!" Tenshiro screamed out. "I
want your milk to fill my body!" He stared at Daikoja's breasts
while they jiggled in fluid motion.

Typical. With a woman like her, it's easy to go for those breasts.

Daikoja smiled. She leaned in and placed one of her mountainous
breasts right on top of Tenshiro and plopped one of her fat filled
boobs right in Tenshiro's face. He placed his mouth over her nipple
and proceeded to suckle it. He suckled and suckled, like he was
devouring that tit. He placed his hands on that monsterous tit and
dug right into it, and massaged his head with the titflesh. Daikoja was
thrilled that someone would try to eat her tits so she can bring
them under her control. Tenshiro somehow took his mouth off the nipple
and proceeded to devour the rest of the tit. Titflesh oozed on Tenshiro's
fingers and he continued to suckle that tit.

Daikoja can only coo at the idea. "Ooooohhhhhhhh," She cooed like a
goddess. She then took one of her giant boobs and jiggled it. "You wouldn't
want to forget this one, do you?"

Tenshiro obeyed, and proceeded to devour that other tit. He was feeling the
sensation now as he suckled and suckled Daikoja's massive, natural and
plump breasts while she was enjoying the rush. Her butt bounced also while
she continued riding him. Tenshiro's shaft being pumped into Daikojo's
pussy as her butt bounced as well. It was big, and it was large. It was
also plump and jiggly, and quite arousing to look at.

"Oh yes, make me cum, make me spill my vaginal milk all over your
holy sword!!"

Tenshiro obeyed. With a thrusting here and there, Tenshiro eventually
climaxed, and he was still nursing on Daikoja's ginormous breasts.

"Oooohh, yes...." Daikoja smiled. "You are mine, mine to control." She
smiled as she stroked his head. "Keep sucking on my breasts, and I'll
give you my orders right away."

It was then that Tenshiro obeyed again. Now who was Tenshiro you asked?
He has a Densuke from Eiken type of feel, only much more courageous.
He was young, probably younger than yours truly. How so? First of all,
he was my little brother.

How did I know all of this?

I was right there, watching the whole thing from a building, completely
unseen. You might call it a peeping tom sort of thing, but this was
family! I won't allow such a thing to happen. However, Daikoja has
friends, and they won't stop until she is satisfied.

Hello, my name is Yansei, not to be confused with Sensei. I'm a medium
build, a bit moody, but even I care about my friends and family. I
have my mom's hair, and my dad's eyes. From my outfit, you can tell I'm
an investigator, trying to protect the family from harm. This town is
completely corrupt. Scientifically advanced, but still corrupt. The
big wigs of the town do nothing to stop the terror that was unleashed
when the great orgy happened.

What was it you ask? Well, I can't tell you everything here, now,
can I? I'm like Light Yagami, only not as psychotic. I am determined
to root out our families corruption, and end it before someone
else gets hurt.

By any means nessesary.

Now if you excuse me, Duel Princess is on. I love Mimi.

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The Breast Warp

Chapter 1: Little problems come from Big Boobs.....

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The morning was still young, and I was still sleepy. I had things
I usually do in the morning, but all things considered today was my
day off. Of course how could I have sleep last night? What with my
sister going at it with another poor sap? It was a shame there aren't
more men that can take a stand anymore.

Nice to meet you! My name is Pokito and I am Daikoja's little sister.
It does not particularly help that I'm considerably shorter than my
sister. So of course people always know my role right off. My blue
hair cut short as well, somewhat similar to my sister. I stood outside
of her bedroom door in my bathrobe, waiting for her to get up, my bare
foot tapping on the cold floor.

Finally the door opened, and out she walked, with her bathrobe two
sizes too small for her. Of course to outline her figure and show off
her assets. She looked at me and smiled coyly.

"Good morning." She said as she stepped by me into the kitchen. I
blinked in annoyance, I had a speech planned out and everything, and
she just walked by. With a long sigh I follow her into the kitchen as
she was eating her breakfest of irony: Two oranges and a banana.

"Look, what you do in your bedroom is your buisness but, could you
please keep it down?" I asked, putting some certainty in my voice.
As she peeled her banana she looked at her, her smile becoming broader.

"No, I don't think so little sis, considering I was so gracious to let
you live here, I think I can be as loud as I want. In fact, tonight,
I'll be screaming." Her smile annoyed me, I bit my lip and puffed my
cheeks. Now normally, I don't get so angry, I just laugh it off and
try to talk to the person and try to come to a reasonable middle ground.

However, I didn't really get any sleep last night and thus was
very very cranky. "I wonder if they let you scream in prison!"
I snapped to her. She stopped peeling her orange and tilted her head
at me sideways. Curious as to my statement.

"Hmm? What do you mean?" She asked, a small smirk on her face. I felt
empowered, like a fire was lit within me. Maybe I can finally get some
ground in this house and not have to more or less be my sister's
keeper anymore.

"I know about what you're doing. Two weeks ago when you were drunk,
a 'delivery man' brought like three hundred gallons of petrex. That's
stuff is illegal." I stepped forward, a smile now on my face, my
confidence shining through. "Also, I know who your supposed friend
is downstairs. He was the scientist who was broken out of jail about
a month ago." I took another step forward, fire in my eyes as Daikoja
stood up straight, her smile dissapearing.

"All of these things can mean a very long time in jail for you,
and if I, oh, I don't know, let it slip to that certain detective
snooping on you what I know. Good-bye sister, hello house to myself,
and good bye noisy nights!" My words echoed off of the walls and
throughout the house.

The silence seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Then, something strange
happened, Daikoja just smiled and put down her orange, and slowly started
walking towards me.

"You know, when Dad died, he had me promise that I wouldn't let anyone
do anything to you. Of course I agreed, although, too bad for you, Dad
didn't say anything about me doing anything to you." I took a step back
and gulped. Daikoja only smile more and shook her head.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say anything, I'm just grumpy and
all that." I said quickly, nervousness filling me. It seemed Daikoja
got off on that as he eyes narrowed.

"Little sister, it's far too late for apoligies. Your fate has been
decided, there's no going back now." With that she was in arm's reach
and I flinched, backing myself into the wall. Slowly Daikoja brought
her arm up and tucked her hand into my robe, grabbing my decent
sized breast.

Surprise coursed through me as she gropped it and slowly leaned in
and kissed me, shoving her tongue into my mouth. Something was off,
what was she doing. However, I didn't have much time to give thought
to this as she brought her other hand up and untied the knot in front
of my robe, exposing me.

She brought both of her hands up and slipped the robe off and over my
shoulders, letting the clothing fall to the ground. I was now completly
naked. Daikoja become more agressive with her kissing, as she was now
undoing her robe, and was soon just as naked as I was.

She grabbed my hands, and brought them up and planted them on her
gigantic breasts. A compulsion came over me to squeeze them, caress
them and show them love. Daikoja broke her kiss, and looked down to
short little me.

"Mother died giving birth to you, so you never got to breast feed.
Maybe that's why you're not as tall or as endowed as me." I broke eye
contact and looked at the giant tits in front of me. I gently
flicked the nipples.

"Go ahead, suck on my breasts, I promise you won't regret it." As
if something took me over, I leaned forward to the started on the
right tit, swirling my tongue around the nipple and showing love to
the other breast with my hands.

Daikoja started moaning as she slowly lead my away to her bedroom,
myself sucking all the while. We hit the bed with a thud, there she
laughed as she let me suck on her awhile longer.

She finally broke contact, I let a small cry of complaint. She
gently pushed on my shoulder until I was leaning on my side. She then
sat back and cross her legs over mind and pushed in. With a jerk
of her hips she slammed her pussy onto mine. Scissors, is what
this was called and I started doing the same, quick flares of
pleasure coursing through my body. A loud pop could be heard each
time we smacked into each other. Reaching her hand onto mind we
held hands as slowly we reached climax.

I couldn't believe it, I was losing my virginity, to my sister. Then
with an wail of orgasm we both came. Our liquids seeping out, as I
layed on my back, catching my breath, my sister quickly came up and
smothered my head in her gigantic clevage.

"I'm going to make you better, Pokito, submit. You are nothing but
my toy now." The words rang down into my being, there has to be
something magic about those breasts. At that moment, I wasn't myself
anymore. My mind was destroyed, or wiped, a circuit was blown, what
have you. For example, I could understand the word "the" but not
enough to say it.

My brain had been fixed to understand only sexual commands, I was
now nothing more than a doll, waiting for the next sexual encounter.
Heh, I couldn't add one plus one anymore. My past, my present, and my
future all dissapeared into a field of white.

Slowly Daikoja pulled up and away and got dressed, the whole time I
just stared blankly upward, where her breasts had just been. My sister
got into a savvy buisness outfit that showed off her clevage. One fully
dressed and ready to go, Daikoja grabbed my hand and pulled on it gently.

"Come on, Pokito, it's time to complete you." I complied, pushed myself
up I came to my feet. She lead me through the house, the click of her
shoes echoing through the house, followed by the pit-pat of my bare feet.
She opened the door and lead my down a set of stairs to where what looked
like a lab of some sorts was. Of course there was what looked like a
scientist, the same one I mentioned earlier. The man opened his mouth
to say something but Daikoja raised her hand to stop him.

"Don't worry, Doc, she's going to be your test subject." The scientist
looked at me and then Daikoja, taking in a deep breath, he smiled.

"Heheh, I see you've done the worst amount of damage you could do to
her." Daikoja smiled wickedly back at the man.

"Of course, she's family, I had to be thorough." The scientist just
smiled back and turned around and brought up his computer. Daikoja let
go of my hand and walked over next to him.

The two of them were going through my history, and all the documents
involving me and doctering them or either erasing them outright. To social
events I've been to, to the speeding ticket and my appearance in court,
even my birth certificate and records. I was erased from society, I didn't
exist anymore. Daikoja had a younger sister, but she died with her mother
while giving birth to her, Daikoja was now an only child. All the while I
just stood there, naked and staring ahead, mindless.

When their work was done, the scientist stood up and went to work in his
lab, filling a syringe with some strange chemical. Whistling all the while
pleasantly. Walking up to me with needle in hand, he gently brought it up
to my neck and stuck the needle in. Pushing down on the needle the chemical
entered my system.

With that he took a few steps back to watch, Daikoja standing next to
him. He looked over to my sister with a smirk on his face. "The nanites
should now be going to task, let's see how good they are." They stood
there, anticipation filled their eyes.

That's when it began, I felt a tingle in my chest as my breasts pressed out,
growing from within and as new flesh, nerves, and blood veins were being
created, while others grown as my breasts were getting much larger. Larger
and larger still until they were four feet out and the bottom down to my
knees. If you were to see me, you would see feet, shins, boobs,
shoulder, head.

Daikoja whistled, impressed with the work of the nanites. She stepped
forward and brought a hand on my enormous bosom, giving it a squeeze.
"You've outdone yourself Doc, they feel real." Now, my back would be
killing me, but because of what my sister has done, my brain no longers
registers pain, just pleasure.

The doctor chuckled as he stepped forward, putting his hands on the other
breast, and flicked the tip of the nipple, which also grew in proportion
to my breasts. Causing me to moan slightly. "Thank you very much, I feel
pride at seeing her now." He then petted the breast softly.

Daikoja turned to the doctor. "You deserve to be rewarded, please have fun
with my toy, go ahead and poke Pokito." The scientist smiled in appreciation.
Taking a few steps back, he sat down in the chair and pulled down his pants,
exposing his cock to me.

"Pokito, come over here and suck me off." He commanded, and I obeyed as life
filled my eyes, stepping forward I got down on my knees. I licked my tongue
on the base of his shaft and slowly moved the tongue up, like it was a
lollipop. Once at the tip I swirled my tongue around it and brought
my mouth over and down. Slowly I went to work, my head bobbing up and
down, sucking for all my worth at his cock. His moaning became louder,
and in watching all this, my sister starting laughing.

He came, all of it into my mouth, which I greedily swallowed. He was
quick to command something else. "I'm still horny, Pokito, sit up here
and fuck me." I stood up, as he grabbed my enourmous breasts and
pushed each one to each to so I could lean in and bring my arms around
him and let my legs straddle him. I slowly brought my pussy onto his
still erect penis. He entered me, and I moaned, putting his hands on
my hips he brought me up and then down, pumping into me.

I quickly took over and handled all the pumping, my giant tits jiggling
with each movement, my ass shaking. The walls of my pussy tightening
around him, every thrust, and pump and shake done with intential effort
and professionalism. Of course, I was moaning, except when he would lean
forward and make out with me.

With a grunt, the scientist came, cum filling me, as I orgasmed as well.
We sat there for a minute before he slowly lifted me off, his cock
pulling out of me. The life left my eyes as once again I stood there.

"She, she was perfect." The scientist said, getting only laughter in
response from Daikoja. My sister walked up and gently kissed the top
of my head sarcastically.

"Of course, everything I own is perfect, and she's my favorite doll."

I wasn't aware of any of this however, for remember my sister has
destroyed who I am. Oh? How am I narrating this to you then? Don't
worry about details like that.

-----

"Now it's my turn!" Yansei commanded as he looked at the turn slot
for the story.

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Wallowing in despair, I found out my little brother has gotten
laid with the Queen of Fucking Everything. Daikoja Shinmuri,
goddess from Hell. She has been on my hit list for ages, ever
since childhood. No one knows for sure how she got to be so
crafty, but just because I have an obsession for her, doesn't
mean I love her. I don't love her, but I do lust for her.

Those althetic curves, that bountiful behind, those wonderful
breasts..... Breasts?

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"Oh yes!" Daikoja purred as she had her breasts sucked by Tenshiro
as he continued nursing her. "Dive deeper into my breast, let the
fat that slept within it smother your face! You love it, don't you?"

Tenshiro was so lost nursing that breast that he can't even talk.
His hands dig deep into Daikoja's breasts while nursing, with
his fingers rubbing that titflesh as he suckled at it.

"Now I can't decide if you are devouring my massive tit, or the
tit is devouring you!" It was then that Daikoja laughed while
her other boob bounced and wobbled.

Tenshiro was so lost, that even he can't even respond to it.

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Damn, I wonder how my brother got caught up with such a woman.
He is lucky, but foolish at the same time. Did she use him
to get at me? Damn papers. Little bro is hiding something
from me, and I'm going to find out what.

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Daikoja: The Night before.

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As you already guessed, I had it on with that snobby investigator's
little brother, but not only because I needed someone that could spice
up my life that shares an aura of glamour of kindness and devotion,
but I secretly yearn for vengance against the man who took my father
away from this wretched world.

Sometimes my devotion to the wonderous nature of the sexual beast
can make a person forget all about conflict, about war, or even
death. I have a body of a lioness, and the breasts compared to cattle.

I digress, that fool Yansei has been on my trail ever since I busted
Dr. Sarupoke out of prison. Look, just because he's a close friend of
my fathers, doesn't give the police the right to put him away. He has
eyes for my little sister, which complicates things even more.

How complicated is my glamour harvest? Well, come inside, and I'll
tell you all the bare facts.

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I have many admirers, but very few people who would accept me for
who I am, a soul searching minx scouring the city for a handsome
prince to take me away to a magical kingdom within the boundaries
of Faerie and Heaven.

I was in my room, completely naked and alone. My beautiful body
glistened in the darkness as I pretended to make love to an
imaginary man. The other source of light in the room was a very
glamourous hentai, well animated and fluid. No jumps whatsoever,
and arousing to see.

One hand was digging into my pussy as it toyed around the openings
of the vagina, while my other hand, was on one of my huge, supple,
magnificent breasts. My hand dug deep within the breastflesh as
my nipple was erect. I placed my mouth over it, and suckled at it.
I was delicious! I pumped my breast with my hand as the apendage
continued to sink within the flesh as I continued nursing. The
sensation was marvelous! I spent at least forty minutes on
one breast before transfering to the other. People would kill
for breasts like these, but there is none that could match
my aura of glamour. I buried my face in that bosom, continue
to nurse and suckle the boob while saliva ran down my milk tank.

I threw myself back, and as I landed, my breasts wobbled and
slapped against my tummy. I was in complete bliss as I
practiced myself in order to nurse the biggest woman this
city has to offer.

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No really, she was big. A mountain of a woman with long, curly
black hair. She was exceptionally tall, and was just as
beautiful as.... Well, me! She has loads of flab all over her, but
her prominent features that I mesmerized myself to are those
huge, enormous, suckable breasts. I buried my head in one of those
massive, peach skinned breasts and nursed at it. My hands dug right
into those ginormous breasts and continued to try to draw milk
from her. After all, she took me in when no one else would,
and acted like a second mother. She was good friends with mother,
who stood up for her when no one else would, and she would repay
that debt in kind.

Omotai Tengoku was her name. She made her fortune by winning
womens wrestling, and gaining a following. Especially Mom's
dear children, but mostly me, since I look like Mother.

I was like an infant, clinging onto my second mothers bosom
while nursing that boob dry. I sometimes took the time to play with
that giant belly, with my hands massaging that belly, digging right
into that belly flesh.

"That's it, my sweet Daikoja...." Omotai spoke as she stroked my
head. "Feast yourself, feast upon my massive breasts..." She
cooed as I continued nursing and nursing. "Make Mama Omotai feel
good, make me enjoy your company...."

I obeyed hastenly. I continued to suckle those breasts, and
occasionally the tit would swallow me. It was like Omotai
could be the biggest, softest bed you could sleep on.

"If you'd like, I would like to see your sister.... She would complete
me, and if you are able to get her under your wing, I will do wonderful,
amazing things to the both of you..." Omotai continued to coo while
she stroked my head. "Bring her here, then we'll talk of a good time."

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Just thinking about her made me want to nurse on my boob once more. I
continued to guzzle down and suck on whatever titflesh I had and
nursed some more. I even climaxed to show the love for my breasts.
A mans reproductive organs would be in heaven just being smothered
by my big, plump, soft and jiggly breasts.

However, that Yansei is still watching out for me. Ever since he came
into my life, it hasn't been the same. More and more hassles from my
private, sweet time.

He robbed me of my pleasures, and I will rob him of his. Who is it
you ask?

I wonder if Tenshiro's available. I heard he's quite cute!

He's quite the affectionate little man. The Kouta to my Chizuru. He
smells like the glamour, and if I treat him just right, he will be
on top of me, eating me from head to toe! The very thought of him
doing so makes me want to.....

Ooops, I creamed the bed again.

Looks like it's time for some new sheets. I slept, allowing myself to
enter dream land where I will have the most fun of my existance.

Just you wait, Yansei! Just you wait.

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TO BE CONTINUED: If people like it.....]]> LordRyunson The Story BoardWed, 25 Jun 2008 18:38:38 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3588,3588#msg-3588 Bakunyuu Baka Battle! (1 reply)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3588,3588#msg-3588reading various crossover fics where original characters do
battle for the fate of the universe. Twoflower's Ultra, Nintendo's
Super Smash Brothers Series, Capcom's Marvel Vs. Capcom... The
list goes on and on.

Which leads to this story, Bakunyuu Baka Battle! People have
been wondering, who'd win in a fight between Kyo Nodachi and
Sein Rondelet, or who'd win in a duel between Marina Landry
and Tomoka Hanagata, the list goes on and on.

This battle will be resolved in this improfic in progress!
There will be two fractions, the Forces of Light, and the
Forces of Darkness, as well as vs. battles that will change
the universe forever!

Keep in mind that these battles are not canon, this is
created just for fun! I encourage anyone to submit their
battles of their favorite characters in the Bakunyuu Baka
universe and have them battle it out!

We have yet to come up with a real story, and a boss character(s)
the characters will have to face in the end, but hopefully
that will be resolved in the Bakunyuu Baka Battle profile
section! Happy writing! I promise you all that you will have fun!

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Long ago, when the universe was created, several gods created
the universe, and their children. Those who would uphold the code
of honor, while those who would desicrate it. These, Bakunyuu Warriors
fought the forces of evil time and time again, while others have
their own agendas of conflict.

Eventually, there would be a calamity that would threaten the
entire existance of the universe.

The Gods got together, and held a meeting. They decided that
several warriors of the Bakunyuu Baka universe would do
battle to claim their prize.

There are those who sought absolute power, while others fought
for justice. The rest fought for their beliefs. Many would
rise, many would fall, but only a few would claim the
right for Bakunyuu Baka champion, and the greatest of
either Light or Dark.

Now, without further adieu, the ultimate battle between original
story characters begins....

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Bakunyuu Baka Battle!
Written by Lord Ryunson, and various different authors!
Chapter 1: Let the games begin!

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Lady Sein Rondelet
Sex: Female
Height: Tall
Weight: Unknown, but she prides herself for being robust
Hair: Golden, long curly blond
Eyes: Blue as the sky
Bust: K to O
Waist: Unknown, but pretty robust
Hips: Same as above.
French For: Plump Breasts
Weapon: The Plump Rose Blade

Lady Sein maybe your typical stuck up girl with enormous bosoms,
but don't mistake her for a villain, she's actually the protagonist.
Sein prides herself on her bosom, and sometimes uses French words to
make herself haughty. She has a servant that tries to get Sein out
of trouble as much as possible, but Sein loves the thrill of the
hunt. She fights to become the next Queen of the Roses, and make
herself the first of her family to do so. Question is, is there
more to the battle than meets the eye?

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Lady Bien Nourri Gloutonnerie
Sex: Female
Height: Very Tall
Weight: Unknown, but pretty heavy.
Hair: Short Curly Orange
Eyes: Unknown
Bust: L to P
Waist: Unknown, but pretty wide.
Hips: Birthing.
French For: Well Fed Gluttony
Weapon: The Sword of Feasts

A woman who doubles as Sein's best friend and rival, Bien crosses a line
between full figured woman, and big beautiful woman. This is due to
both her enormous breasts and large stomach, which she pampers with
food. Fools mistake this for pregnancy, for she is a plump amazon
that fights as well as she eats. She also has a habit of threatening
to eat anyone who dares to oppose her. Does she acutally do this is a
source of debate, but thankfully that rarely happens.
She also seeks the Throne of Roses, but at the same time, she must fight
Sein eventually. She despises the Burning Rose Gang.

If Bien isn't Sein's only rival, there are more to come in the
upcoming battles for Sein's place on the Rose Throne....

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Jeune Homme
Sex: Male
Height: Tall
Weight: 130 pounds
Hair: Straight Black
Eyes: Brown
French For: Young Man
Weapon: One of the Flaming Swords of Burning Rose Gang

A thug leader of a branch of the dreaded Burning Rose Gang, Jeune, along
with a group of villains, plan to destroy the Houses so their gang rules
the world unopposed. Jeune is one of those members, a very high up in
society. However, Sein plans to teach him a lesson.

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Orchidee
Sex: Female
Height: Medium to Tall.
Weight: 135
Hair: Lavender
Eyes: Violet
Bust: Probably a D or so
Waist: Slim
Hips: Reasonable
French For: Orchid
Weapon: Unknown

Lady Bien's self proclaimed lover, Orchidee mostly feeds Bien food while
playing with her mistresses pampered belly. She sometimes gives
Bien advice on how to win, and she can be seen with her almost always.

However, her servitude masks that of a leech, while she is feeding
her plump mistress, she is plotting to convert the throne for
herself. Thankfully for her, she's doing a good job of covering
her tracks....

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Tulipe
Sex: Female
Height: Medium to Tall
Weight: 146
Hair: Blue
Eyes: Same
Bust: D or so
Waist: Slim
Hips: Reasonable
French For: Tulip
Weapon: Unknown

Sein's servant. She's the one who has to bail her mistress out of
trouble, but unfortunately for her, it's a lot harder than it appears!
Unlike Orchidee, who converts the throne for herself, Tulipe is
as loyal is, and loyal does. In fact, she was placed in charge of
Sein's saftey when they were growing up.

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Old Viellie
Sex: Female
Height: Short and Bent
Weight: Unknown
Hair: Grey
Eyes: Beady
French for: Old Woman
Weapon: A Cane
(Please note that I am not going to give out her measurements. Besides,
who'd want to with an old woman like her?)

The teacher who's always seen criticizing Sein's choice of outfits. She
also occasionally sees Bien as a "Abnormality of a Woman," but no one
knows why she is trying to keep strict watch over the school. Some
say she is going for a paycheck, others say she is fighting for something
more than that....

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Stanson
Sex: Male
Height: Short
Weight: 100
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Same
French For: None
Weapon: None

A student in Sein's class. He is timid, complains about the boringness
of the class. However, he may have met his match within the school....

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More to come! Feel free to post any profiles for upcoming chapters of Lady Sein of the Rose here!]]> LordRyunson The Story BoardFri, 18 Apr 2008 11:43:29 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3282,3282#msg-3282 Lady Sein of the Plump Rose (44 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3282,3282#msg-3282
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Lady Sein of the Plump Rose
Written by Lord Ryunson
Chapter One: Of Roses and Mammaries...

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Lancaster Academy looks more like a palace instead of a normal
academy, with acres and acres of land to call their own. The
students there were dressed in noble French outfits while
preparing themselves to go to war while the women were dressed
in dresses of the lovely french maids.

However, one student simply refuses to wear something a
damsel would wear.

"OOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Was the laugh of such a student.

She was extremely tall, with long, curly blond hair with some
straight, billowing in the breeze. She also has an enormous
bouncing bosom which was enveloped in silk garments, and
an extremely ample bottom, which jiggled. She also had long
and powerful legs, which were exposed as she ran through
one of them with her finger. Lastly, she also had a very
plump stomach, which was muffin topped, and flopping
occasionally within her shirt. Her height was rather tall,
but not quite as tall as her rival and best friend,
Bien Nourri Gloutonnerie.

At her side, is a very young woman with very blue hair.
She looks to be in his mid teens, but she's quite cute.
She was dressed in a very sleek attire, with a black kendo
outfit overlapped by a tuxedo.

"OOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Laughed the haughty student. She was
pretty much a noble woman, but the other students think
of her otherwise.

"Miss Sein Rondelet!" A old, female teacher called out.

Sein turned around. She smirked at the teacher and said,
"Oui, Madame?" She tossed her hair with one hand,
and twirled around in her cleavage with another.

"Don't you know that this is a boy's uniform?" The teacher
growled. "And how dare you made alterations with that
tasteless attire?!"

"OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!" Sein laughed again. Her bosom bounced
as she did so while placing her hands on her hips. "You don't
know the finer things within the fashion world!" She placed out
one of her rich, creamy legs and placed her hands on it. She
stroked that leg with her fingers. "The boys are entranced by
the sheer beauty of sex appeal, while the women are enveloped
by pure, unadulterated wonder that is, love!"

"More like perverted smut if you ask me." The teacher growled.

"She's right, Mistress Sein," The young girl bowed as she
looked at the proud Sein. "We could get into alot of trouble!"

"Don't worry, my little domestique!" Sein smiled as she posed
once more, while her hair and giant breasts bounced. "With
my popularity for fashion sky rocketing, I can't lose!"

"I wouldn't agree to that...." The girl pointed to a very
unruly crowd, three thuggish men to be exact.

One was the size of a tank. He looks like he was working
out alot. He did so religiously. He even had tattoos all
over him, saying inscriptures about the bloody battles
of the French Revolution. He was wearing purple pants.

The second one was a scarecrow-esque man who obviously
could be used as a weapon in an in-opertune time. He
seemed to have a resemblance to a lizard.

At last, the third man was a complete bishounin. He had
long black hair, and sporting some glasses. He was
beautiful, and he was quite trim. He even held a sword
in his back. "So, you're the one whose causing trouble
for our teacher by dressing up in that ridiculous outfit."

"It's not ridiculous, you uncultured cur!" Sein smiled
as she arched over while her breasts bounced. "It's
a proud symbol of a masculine woman expressing herself
to the world! Both artistic and enticing!"

"We'll it's not." The bishy man snarled. "I prefer muscular
men myself. Ever wonder why I hang out with these two
instead of an attractive girl?"

"That dude's gay?" The servant asked the question.

"Obviously." Sein looked at him. "Look, this little skirmish
is none of your concern. Now shoo!"

The three men just stood there, glaring at her.

"Are you deaf, mishapen apes?" Sein snarled as her massive
breasts wobbled forth. "Shoo! Be off with you! Leave this
hollowed place and never return!"

"We can't do that." The third man spoke as he tossed his hair
aside. "My name is Jeune Homme, and I will teach you a lesson!"
He suddenly drew his sword, which is an old artifact from the
revolution. It has flames all over it. "Now, draw your sword
and face me!"

"Yessssss!" The repilitan man hissed. "He'ssssss going to
kick that woman'ssssssss assssssss."

"Tank says," The muscular man smiled. "SHE'S GOING TO BE
BLASTED BY THE BOSS! KABOOM!!"

"I warned you, I tried to be as gentle as a lamb," Sein
was ticked off now. She got into a pose while her monsterous
bosom bounced. "Now you have encouraged the wrath
of a ram!" She later pulled out a sword of her own. It was a majestic
thing to behold, filled to the brim with roses and vines. The blade
was steel, and the handle was as golden as Sein's hair.
"Prepare yourself, Monstre!" She charged as she faced Jeune
with grace and style. She swung her sword in a downward spiral
as she faced her assailant.

Jeune can only grin. He was awaiting for an opening when he
would counter with the following, "You are a brave woman. Why don't
you act like one?"

"Be silent, wretch!" Sein growled while she posed and attacked,
with her bust bouncing every which way. "I'll decide when to
act ladylike and when not to!" She then spun around and went
behind Jeune, and clashed with his sword.

"Impressive, witch." Jeune grinned some more. "Unfortunately for
you, I was just warming up!"

"What do you mean, warming up?" Sein was suddenly locked into
combat when all the sudden, fire started to sprout up from Jeune,
creating an aura. "MON DIEU!!" She screamed.

Jeune can only laugh. "Now you will understand why I am Jeune of
the Burning Rose Gang!"

"The Burning Rose Gang?" Sein can only swear. Her chest heaved
while she continued breating.

"Our task is to bring down the other houses, and make the
Burning Rose Gang the unquestioned rulers of
the world of Francian!"

Sein wasn't worried. She faced worse when she was younger. "You've
got a long way to go, escargot! Because I will become the first of
my family to become Queen of the Roses!" She charged Jeune and
sword clashed with fire burning in their eyes. Eventually,
Sein did an attack which forced Jeune to drop his weapon. Sein
can only smiled as she posed, tossing her golden locks back, and
as she did, her large bosom bounced.

"Who... Are you?" Jeune demanded.

Sein turned around, and laughed. "OOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! I am Lady
Sein of the Plump Rose!" She did so while her massive breasts bounced.

The other two goons can only wonder how they are going to get
revenge now.

Sein menacingly pointed her blade at the other two goons. As she
did, her chest bounced once more. "Leave these grounds, and never
return!" Then there was a close up of her face. "If you do, I'll
be waiting, and beat you the same way!"

It was then that the two goons carried Jeune off. Not before Jeune
said the following words, "You got lucky, Sein! When I return, I
will bring my stronger men, and it is I, that will defeat you!"

"Blah, blah, BLAH!" Sein mocked Jeune as she used a hand puppet.
"Doesn't that phasme ever be silent?!"

"Wow Lady Sein!" The servant girl ran up and hugged her. Her
head was mashed against one of Sein's breasts as she smiled.
"That was amazing! No one has ever chased off Jeune that easily!"

"But of course!" Sein smiled as she struck a pose. "Now then,
let us get to class before that old Vieille yells at us again."

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Meanwhile, in a very high mansion-palace within the tops of the hills,
lives the rival and friend of Sein Rondelete.

Bien Nourri Gloutonnerie was such a woman. She was exceptionally tall,
and has massive, natural breasts snug into a lingere bra. It was
so tight, that Bien's enormous breasts were trying to escape. Her
titflesh was flopping over the front and side of the bra while the accesory
tried to push the boobs back. She also sported short, curly orange hair
that mirrored her beauty, her face was exceptionally so. She also had
a rather large stomach, which was muffin topped. She is not pregnant,
but as plump as her name, which means in the French Tongue, Well-Fed
Gluttony. She even has long, sexy legs which where felt by another hand.

"Another cookie, Mistress Bien?" A female voice cooed as the owner
offered Bien a animal cookie covered with chocolate.

"Yes, please." Bien smiled as she opened her mouth. The cookie was
placed within the maw of the hyper-voluptous Bien, as she closed
it and chewed. She chewed and chewed as she was suddenly groped
by the woman that fed her.

The woman was indeed, a skinny girl with lavender hair, and a very
near petite figure. She embraced Bien while she rested her head
on one of Bien's huge breasts. She even used her hands to play
with Bien's stomach. The hands were digging right into the
bellyflesh as it was massaged and kneaded.

Suddenly, a servant entered the room with dire news. She
was dressed in a maid's outfit. She bowed before Bien and
said, "Bad news from the academy!" The maid panicked.
"We got trouble!"

"How dare you disturb my elegant meal?!" Bien threw a pillow
at the servant, and as she did, Bien's massive breasts bounced
while she did so. "You may be in good graces with my overweight,
over-endowed mother, but you might not get that luxury with me!"
The other girl was forced to unhold Bien while she flopped onto
the bed. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't eat you!"

"Jeune has been defeated!" The servant panicked.

"Why is that a bad thing?" Bien smiled as she took another cookie
that was resting on her bosom. "Jeune and his gang has been causing
nothing but trouble for all the houses, let alone try to even succeed to
become the next, Lord of the Roses." She ate the cookie and chewed it.
She chewed it up until she swallowed it. "Now tell me, who is responsible
for such a heroic act?" She took a golden cup filled with juice as she
drank it.

"Why, Lady Sein of course." The maid tried to hold her plate.

Bien was suddenly forced to spit out some of the juice. "SEIN?!
That arrogant, brash, and stuck up girl, defeated the scourge
of the Acadamy?! How can that snobbish Rondelet girl defeat
Jeune of The Burning Rose?"

"I'm not sure, it was rather vague...." The maid servant was
forced out of the room by her own panicked state.

"I don't know what tricks you used to beat Jeune of the Burning
Rose," Bien began. "But rest assured, I will be the one to
become the next Queen of the Roses!"

"Calm down, Mistress Bien..." The girl smiled as she groped
Bien from behind. She continued massaging Bien's stomach
with one of her hands. "Save your energy, a member of the Gloutonnerie
family must pride itself on the vast amount of food it can eat."
She also felt and kneaded one of Bien's boobs with the other, her
hands digging into the flesh of both the breasts and the stomach.

"You're right, Orchidee." Bien smiled. "I must be well fed, so that
I may feast upon the victories of my upcoming battles with her."

----

The classroom was completely elegant and pretty. Some may mistake it
for a garden, but it was a classroom nontheless.

The teacher there, Viellie was a withered old crone, with a mean
streak the size of her current age. Some look at her with utmost
fear while others tend to even tolerate her. The rest of the world
fail to tell her of her inevitable demise.

"This brings us to chapter four, The Rise of the Mechanicloids."

"Here we go, another boring chapter about the janitorial class."
One student bawled.

"MR. STANSON!" The teacher yelled.

"Yes, Miss Viellie!" Stanson yelled.

"Is there something you'd like to share with the class about
how boring it is?" She gave a stern glare.

"No, Miss Viellie!" Stanson then sat down as he shook his head.

"OOOOHOHOHOHOHO, relax, Monseiur Stanson!" Sein laughed as her
bosom bounced again. "The history behind this proud race isn't
so boring once you look past the simplicity of the robots. Besides,
I think one good history lesson deserves the embrace of action!"
She powerposed as her breasts jiggled once more.

"Thank you, Lady Sein." Mr. Stanson nodded.

"MISS RONDELET!!" Viellie screamed. "DO YOU INTEND TO REPLACE ME AS
TEACHER?! I THINK NOT!! AND CHANGE INTO A PROPER UNIFORM!!"

Eventually, the entire class was cheering Sein on. Words like, "Sein!
Sein! Sein! Sein!" Filled the entire classroom.

The servant just slapped her head. Sein just laughed while her
enormous bust jumped and wobbled, "OOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!!"

Eventually, Viellie placed her mouth on the teachers edition of the
book, trying to pull it apart. She ungripped the book with her
mouth, and screamed out, "WILL YOU PLEASE BE SILENT!!"

The other students obeyed.

"I don't know how desperate the Rondelet family is, I don't care
if you are one of the more popular students here, one more outburst,
and you are going to the principal's office!! Do I make myself clear?!"
Viellie screamed as she placed her wrinkled hands on the desk.

Sein smiled as she sat down. She's the kind of girl that has faced
worse throughout her growth.

-----

Outside of the classroom, the hallways were something out of a richman's
house, filled with paintings of historians and figures. One was a
statue of the great conquerors of Francian.

"That was so eloquent!" Mr. Stanson smiled. "I never seen someone get
under Viellie's wrinkled husk before!"

"OOOOOHOHOHOHOHO, don't worry about it, Monseiur Stanson!" Sein smiled
while she walked, her bosom and hair bouncing with every step.
"She won't have that long to live, plus, she keeps telling me to
change my uniform into something proper!" She placed a hand in her
clevage. "How can she not see the beauty of my fashion sense?"

"Just be careful, you know how she deals with troublemakers who
don't do well in her class."

"Whatever that old bat might do, she won't have a prayer against
me." Sein placed her hand over her mouth, and laughed. "OOOOHOHOHOHOHO!"

"A word to the wise, my lady." Stanson bowed as he ran away.

"What's his problem?" Sein looked at Stanson run away.

"It's not the teacher I'm worried about." The servant shook. "It's
about these recent attacks from the Burning Rose Gang. What's
the connnection to the teacher?"

"Don't worry, Tulipe!" Sein smiled as she placed her arm over her
servant. Sein's breasts mashed in with Tulipe's back. "I will
personally find these wretched curs, and beat them down like
the ninnies they are!" It was then Sein laughed again.
"OOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!"

It was then that Viellie saw the whole thing.

-----

"So," Jeune looked at the teacher as he spoke, "We tried to protect
you, and this is all you have to give us? How are we going to
defeat Sein and bring the Rondelet house down?"

"Well, you did managed to slow her down, but she still managed to
outwit you!" Viellie screamed as she slammed her fist down.
"She is so stubborn, I would love to get a chance to kill her,
and bring the Rondelet family crashing down to a halt!"

"The Burning Rose Gang will be disappointed at the outcome!"
Jeune frowned at the results. "Who knows what may happen!"

"Bad newsssssss, guysssssss." The snake henchman appeared.
"We got trouble!"

"You better have a good reason to interuppt us while we
are making plans." Jeune screamed.

"I do!" The snake slithered as he bowed. "It would seem Lady Bien
of the Gloutonnerie household is trying to gain access to the
academy! What's worse is that none of our men our in there!"

"What does that abnormality of a woman want with the academy?"
Viellie pondered as she looked at her book.

"Whatever it is, she can't be allowed to know our secrets!"
Jeune screamed as he tossed his arm aside. "Send out our
spies! I want to know the connection between the two
houses, Rondelet and Gloutonnerie!"

Suddenly, several masked men in leather jackets with the
Burning Rose insignia bowed as they left the area.

"Soon, very soon," Jeune smiled as he showed his pearly
whites. "The Burning Rose Master will be please with us,
and we will redeem ourselves after failing to eliminate
Sein from this world!"

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After the last class was over, Sein was walking with
Tulipe as she held Sein's books. Sein's bosom was
jumping while she walked, as well as her golden locks
swished all over the place.

"Are you sure you know where you are going? I know a
safer way to get us home!"

"Don't worry Tulipe!" Sein smiled as her chest continued
to bounce like crazy. "I will find us a way home faster
than you can say, OOOOOOMMPPHH!"

Just when Sein was about to finish, she ran into a pair
of enormous breasts wrapped in a uniform. Sein's own
breasts suddenly mashed in with a rather plump stomach.
Her head was suddenly swimming in the giant bosom as she
struggled to break free while saying, "Who bars my way?"
The voice is muffled while Sein is trying to speak. Eventually,
she looks up to see a familiar face.

"Well well, look who it is." It was Bien. She looks down at
Sein's face while her orange locks bobbed. "Sein, I knew
it was you from your golden locks and stubborn personality!"

Sein eventually placed her hands on Bien's massive bosom as
she pushed them to pull her head out of her bosom.
It bounced and wobbled while she did so.
Sein's own breasts eventually moved out of Bien's stomach as
they bounced as well. "Lady Bien, the only woman that's ever
beaten me physically but not mentally,"

As she concludes that sentence, Bien was annoyed by it, but
enough to have her calm down a bit.

Sein then bats her eyes. "What brings you to this side
of the academy? Are you lost? Did I hinder your path?"

"Lost?" Bien arched over, and as she did, her massive breasts
bounced and wobbled. Her stomach jiggled as well. "I am not
lost, I'm looking for you!" She pointed her finger, and touched
Sein's nose with it. "You think you can chase off a member of
the Burning Rose Gang with that mental tactic, well it takes
more than that!" Bien then powerposed, and as she did, her
ginormous breasts bounced, and her stomach did the same.
her orange locks did the same. "It takes physical might,
something in which you don't have!"

"Spare me the details, preggy." Sein smiled.

"I...Am....Not..... PREGNANT!!" Bien was ticked now. "I am
natually plump and well fed by my family's fine chefs, and
trained to properly wield my body in combat!" She powerposed
while her chest bounced and her belly did the same. "Yet,
I still pamper my belly, because it always served me well when
I am forced to not eat for several days!" She placed her hands
on her belly, and jiggled it.

"Enough disturbing quos about your belly." Sein smiled. "Seriously,
what brings you to this part of the academy, and why are you
looking for me?"

Bien calmed down as she took her hand, and swiped some sweat from
her head. "The Burning Rose Gang, they are gunning for us both."

"That's impossible!" Sein was shocked. Her chest bounced while she
did so. "I thought we took care of their leader!"

"There's more to the Burning Rose Gang than that." Bien nodded
while she looked all around all three women. "I fear that
they are already on the move, and they will stop at nothing until
all of us are off their list!"

As Bien talks, several leather jacketed villains began to watch
from the nearby bushes as they prepared to strike.

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More to come, if anyone likes it enough.]]> LordRyunson The Story BoardWed, 14 Jul 2010 16:57:36 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3246,3246#msg-3246 Tomoka Hanagata, heartbreaker (1 reply)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3246,3246#msg-3246
"Did I ASK you to speak, retard boy?" Tomoka shouted against the backdrop of her victim's pained screams, and stomped him in his once-muscled chest that now resembled a giant bruise as she shouted "Did I FUCKING ask you to speak?!"

The 'target' in question was one Ryouichi Sasuke, who Tomoka most definitely had evidence against. Tomoka never did the sort of thing she did without hard evidence. Ryouichi, from the evidence Tomoka had gathered, was just another worthless wannabe rapist who Tomoka planned on putting down. It wasn't as if Tomoka had just decided on this. Rumors about town, a few stalkers put out to determine the validity of these things, catching him in the act, breaking in, and physically him yanking away from his latest girl (Melanie Sundry, and she was taken, too- Tomoka would have a few words with the bitch later, just to be safe), all culminated in Ryouichi in his current state- naked, beaten, bloody, and half-conscious in the alleyway to Black Night Circle that Tomoka's gang always hung out in at night.

Tomoka's gang, the Heartbreakers, went after two groups of people. One group included the pieces of shit that didn't know how to treat a relationship seriously. In other words, if you get found out cheating on a girlfriend, lover or spouse, Tomoka and her group saw to it that some sense would be beaten into you. The second group was the rapists. This included the wannabes that didn't have the guts to just physically take the woman down and instead used extortion and blackmail, that sort of shit, to get their woman. In other words, this included Ryouichi, and a certain other pick-up who was with him- of all people, a girl named Chihiro Yamazaki who had been helping Ryouichi. Tomoka didn't plan on letting her go unscathed, but the facts that she was a prime source of evidence and the fact that Ryouichi had been using her were helping her cause.

Only slightly, though. It wasn't enough to make Tomoka think for a second that the girls she had on restraint duty- Dara Pleades and Haley LeGrous- should consider letting Chihiro go.

Tomoka buried her foot deep into Ryouichi's chest, leaning on it to increase the pressure she was putting on the young man. Ryouichi was already coughing up blood and having trouble breathing; Tomoka didn't want to outright kill him, so she was careful to avoid that. Tomoka's shtick with the rapists was very simple- make them WISH they were dead, while not actually making them dead. She was proud of how she hadn't directly murdered a single person ever throughout her four-year campaign as one of the three leading gangs in the city of Garremont.

"Now, Ryouichi," Tomoka said, voice dialing back into the husky tone it normally took when she wasn't screaming. "Retard boy. Clearly, you've got fucking nothing upstairs. Raping people is a-" Tomoka punctuated her next three words with light steps into Ryouichi's chest- "very bad thing. And you guilt-tripped this poor girl into helping you. I should kill you where you lie. How many people has it-"

"Miss, this isn't w-" Chihiro interrupted with a squeak, fearing for her life. Now more than ever, she realized that regardless of what she'd done to Ryouichi that turned him into what he now was, she'd messed up BADLY by helping him.

Tomoka snapped her fingers, prompting Dara to immediately swing her powerful fist into Chihiro's eye with a "SHUT UP, BITCH!" causing Chihiro to shriek in pain. Another shriek pierced the air as Chihiro immediately realized she was then unable to see out of her right eye.

She had done well to place Dara on muscle duty, Tomoka thought to herself as Dara gripped Chihiro's jaw and covered her mouth with one hand to muffle her annoying screams. Oh well, fuck this bitch, Tomoka then thought about Chihiro, she'll recover. Wasn't the first time Dara eye-punched someone to that effect.

"Now that the interruptions have ceased," Tomoka said, sounding slightly more pissed. “Ryouichi, you’ve raped quite a few people! I did my research, too. Your girlfriend there helped me out with some of it. Several classmates, a teacher, a nurse, your girlfriend’s MOTHER, BEFORE you came here and went after one of our fine girls, and a baker I happen to like as well?”

Chihiro’s functioning eye went wide at mention of the ‘mother’ comment as she gasped through Dara’s hand. Tomoka turned around to look at Chihiro, shaking her head slightly. Chihiro honestly didn’t know about that last one, Tomoka realized. Too bad for her. Dara realized this and let go of Chihiro’s mouth.

“Ryouichi… You DIDN’T!” Chihiro said quietly. Ryouichi wasn’t responding, so Tomoka motioned to Valerie Huxley, another of the girls she’d brought here. Valerie was one of her stalkers, who liked handling evidence as well. Valerie showed a VHS tape that Ryouichi has made of the event to Chihiro. Valerie had stolen it at Tomoka’s request a day prior.

“Need a VCR, Chi?” Tomoka asked with an evil smile. “I don’t have anything hooked up back here, but I’m sure we can find someth-”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Chihiro screamed in fury, turning toward Tomoka. Looked like the VCR wouldn’t be necessary. “Tomoka! That was your name, right? I’ll tell you EVERYTHING about this fucker!”

Tomoka smiled and stepped on Ryouichi’s chest with both feet, motioning as if to say ‘go ahead’. The wire she always had on under her bodysuit was recording as usual to begin with, anyway. Handy device she’d picked up from the local Yakuza, really.

Nothing really interested Tomoka that much aside from Chihiro’s more detailed description of Ryouichi’s condition. Tomoka knew that Ryouichi’s brain had been damaged in an accident that apparently Chihiro was responsible for (hence her repeated ‘retard boy’ insults), she just didn’t have it confirmed until then and there.

What Tomoka WAS interested in were the results of the damage. One that Chihiro gave was nothing short of the jackpot- Ryouichi’s motor skills were so slow that they couldn’t react to anything. And apparently, because of this, Ryouichi was the butt of a lot of jokes, was beaten up repeatedly (ha ha), and abused by a lot of people.

Tomoka nodded, stepped off Ryouichi’s chest to a loud groan, realized she didn’t give two shits about the poor, poooooor Ryouichi, stepped three steps back…

Step one, forward step.

Step two, forward step with right leg swung back as high as she could get it.

Step three, swing right leg forward with all the force she could put behind it, squarely into the top of Ryouichi’s skull. Tomoka heard a bone crack; probably just a hairline fracture. Ryouichi’s eyes rolled up nearly into the top of his head with a gurgle, now foaming at the mouth with drool from the new brain injury he’d just been given.

“So retard,” Tomoka went on casually. “Never went up against a single boy, I see. Fucking pussy, you never had the guts to go after a single boy!”

Ryouichi found it incredibly hard to compose sentences right now, or even semi-coherent THOUGHTS.

“Not gonna talk, retard?!” Tomoka shouted. “You goddamn-” Tomoka leapt up into the air with her elbow outstretched, bringing it down HARD into Ryouichi’s gut while shouting “PUSSY!” upon landing.

Ryouichi projectile-vomited straight into the air, acidic-smelling puke splattering into his face and choking him with what little hadn’t made it past his lips. Tomoka got up and stomped on his arm several times, stomping until she was sure she’d heard the ‘crack’ of a compound fracture in his upper arm.

“Well that’s all right,” Tomoka half-giggled out, her eyes rapidly growing beadier. The fun part was about to commence. “Ryouichi, you need to learn how to get revenge RIGHT. I’m gonna show you how you do that right now.” Tomoka called out to the last girl she’d brought with her, Janet Ouellette. She had the bag.

“Janet,” Tomoka called.

“I’m way ahead of you,” Janet replied, reaching into the bag and handing Tomoka a one-handed hacksaw. Chihiro’s eyes went wide, realizing what Tomoka’s plans were. “Want to use the saw?”

“Yeah. Sorry you have to grab it again.”

Janet sighed a bit, taking a rubber glove out of the bag.

“Wait, Janet, hand me that present from Yukari,” Tomoka said suddenly, setting the hacksaw to the side. Sure, Ryouichi probably got the hints Tomoka had dropped that headhunting girls was wrong, but at the same time, Ryouichi was a big guy. It was conceivable that he could still overpower someone, brain injury or no, once that arm healed. Tomoka didn’t want that.

Janet handed Tomoka a cigar cutter out of the bag. The cigar cutter was a personal present to Tomoka from the Yakuza boss in the area, a woman named Yukari Takeuchi (although Tomoka had always thought women weren’t allowed in such power, she didn’t spend time trying to question it). Yukari was a fan of Tomoka’s way of thinking and gave her the occasional present- stuff that worked quite well for the Yakuza in the past.

“Ryouichi, that bone’s gonna knit someday, but here’s something that WON’T heal.” Tomoka slipped the cigar cutter over Ryouichi’s right thumb. Dara covered Chihiro’s eyes. “A personal ‘fuck you’.”

It took no more than a second for the cigar cutter to cleave through and sever Ryouichi’s thumb to a horrific scream. Despite the searing pain his arm already felt, he flailed his arm desperately to see the damage- getting hit in the eye with a spurt of blood from the socket his thumb once occupied. The pain was truly unbearable for Ryouichi, but Tomoka grabbed his forearm, and closed the cigar cutter again over his index finger, then over his middle finger, both times to an incredible scream that pierced the alley.

Tomoka tossed the now-bloody cigar cutter back to Janet.

“Clean that once we’re through with this part,” Tomoka said as Janet caught the cigar cutter and wrapped it in a rag, Tomoka motioning for Dara to remove her hand from Chihiro’s face, who then screamed along with Ryouichi upon seeing his two-fingered, bloody hand. Dara went for the mouth again, muffling Chihiro’s screams.

Janet smiled, pulled a tube sock out of the bag, and shoved it inside Ryouichi’s mouth to muffle his groans and screams.

Trust me when I say that if you are of faint constitution and a male, you may want to stop reading.

Tomoka picked up the handsaw.

“Janet, prime it,” Tomoka said.

Janet’s gloved hand wrapped itself around Ryouichi’s penis just long enough for it to erect, then holding it on top to give Tomoka support.

Ryouichi screamed insanely amidst his muffled mouth upon realizing what was about to happen.

Tomoka sat on Ryouichi’s chest, reared the hacksaw back, and swung it as hard as she could into Ryouichi’s penis. Tomoka nodded amongst Ryouichi’s guttural scream as she realized she’d broken her record. Buried a full centimeter through on the first swing.

You… um, you know what, you know what happened. Ryouichi blacked out and finally stopped screaming halfway through having his penis cut off with Tomoka’s hacksaw.

Tomoka stood up after a moment, satisfied with her work. She shoved the severed body parts she had into a baggie she had in her pocket for later cremation, leaving Ryouichi to wallow in the growing pool of blood he was lying in.

Chihiro’s eye twitched in horror that only grew when she realized that Tomoka still had her hacksaw in hand, and was approaching Chihiro.

Tomoka snapped her fingers, prompting Dara and Haley to restrain Chihiro from behind.

“Chihiro,” Tomoka said, rearing her hacksaw back. “You do realize I’m not going to entirely forgive you for assisting that jerk.”

Chihiro blacked out immediately. She barely felt the hacksaw slice its way into her breasts four times in what would amount to that many superficial scars.

Tomoka picked up the city’s newspaper a day later. Apparently, a large young man with two fingers on his right hand had committed suicide in the hospital with a scalpel. Page C6.

Tomoka smiled as she put closed the paper and put it down on the counter at her florist job. That made twenty-two rapists. All without having to kill a single one herself.]]> Yuka Takeuchi Fan The Story BoardMon, 24 Mar 2008 23:11:53 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3047,3047#msg-3047 AdultFanFiction.net (2 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,3047,3047#msg-3047 saqhra The Story BoardTue, 05 Feb 2008 21:33:26 -0800 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,2374,2374#msg-2374 Sawa No Michii (Deathtronhammer Story) (no replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,2374,2374#msg-2374
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Sawa No Michii, "The Path of the Wind Borne Feather."
A Prequel to Samurai Kyonyuu
Written by: Deathtronhammer
Based on the Original Story by LordRyunson (real name with-held)
Chapter One: The Demon Hunter, The Princess, and the Snake

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"If I were to guess, I'd say he comes from the Ikanobori Valley,
considering his opinion on kites."

The clang of metal echoed through the night, and with a spark flashed light.
There a man stood, in mid pivot, ducking out of the way of a giant crab's
claw. Then darkness came in again, and a roar made of loud clicks ensued.

"If I were to guess, I'd say he bears no animosity towards his opponents
usually. Most of the time, I think to him, it's all just a giant ballet."

Another clang but this one was louder, and the sounds of a shell cracking
could be heard, and with it another spark. The man was on top of the crab
now, and the origin of the sparks could be seen, in the man's right hand
was what looked like a mix of a katana and a giant saw and was as tall as
the man and eight inches wide, at the bottom is what would be a normal
tsuba and handle for a katana, with red stiching around the shark bone.
Darkness fell again.

Gurgling could be heard now in the darkness, and finally, one loud click,
and then silence.

"If I were to guess, I'd say he's someone who loves that silence after
the fight. That calm and the adrenaline still pumping through you, wondering
if you won."

A soft chuckle came from the darkness, and with a scrape, a match was lit.
There he stood, a tall man of seventeen years of age stood at six foot six,
with unevenly cut black hair. His green eyes with with excitement as his
grin turned into a full born smile. Showing his shark like teeth, putting
a black cigarette into his mouth, he used the match to light it. But he
didn't breath it in, he just let the cigarette burn as he kept walking away
from the now dead crab demon.

"What I do know for sure though: His name is Sawa, and he is a killer."

"So, young lady, waiting for someone?" A kindly old man behind a desk
asked a girl sitting in a chair in the waiting room. She was sixteen years
old, four foot nine, she had crimson hair and brown eyes. She looked to
the old man and smiled back.

"Ah, yes I am. Normally I wouldn't be in the certification lounge, but I
was recently injured and not quite one hundred percent." She blushed at
the statement. It was right then daylight poured into the room from the
suddenly opened doors, with loud thuds Sawa walked in. Suddenly pulling
his weapon off of his back he pointed it at the old man.

"Take the nokogiri and check the reflection, you'll see that its last
slaying was of Ciruc the Apple." He said with a smile, causing the girl
to hop out of her seat and walking up to Sawa, all the while the old man's
eyes were wide in fear. Sawa looked back at the girl. "Oh, hi Misora!
I trust the wait wasn't too bad." Misora smiled, oddly, shook her head
and raised her hands.

"Sawa, hand him the nokogiri handle first!" To which Sawa realized his
mistake, with an embaressed smile of his own, he turned the nokogiri
around and handed it handle first to the old man. The old man slowly
grabbed it and almost fell to the ground, but with great heft, dragged
it back into his room. Sawa smiled lazily.

"Guessed I should have told him it weighs eighty pounds." Sawa said as
he looked at Misora, to which she could only shrug at this. They stood
for a few minutes before the old man came out dragging the nokogiri with
him. Sawa easily picked the weapon up and put it on its magnetic sling
on his back. With a deep breath, the old man stood up and reached under
the desk. Pulling up a small bag, he handed it to Sawa.

"Here you are, the bounty for Ciruc the Apple, good job! He was
terrorizing the lake, people were afraid to go swimming anymore." Sawa
blinked and leaned forward.

"Before I go, I have a question." Sawa's eyes became cold and a grim
smile came across his face. "Have you seen the Snake?" There was a
long silence before the old man slowly shook his head, Sawa stood up
straight again and with a wave walked out of the building, with Misora
in tow. She looked up to Sawa, trying to keep up to him with by almost
jogging. People looked at the two, with their differences in height,
and standing next to each other made them stand out.

"So where to next?" She asked, Sawa tilted his head to the side in contemplation.

"I say we head west, if I read Kaoru's letter right, he'll be in Ibuki
village with some 'interesting' information according to him." Misora
looked at Sawa in contemplation of this offer and a question came to mind.

"How far away is Ibuki village?" Her words were simple and listless.
Sawa looked down at her, and then to her legs, watching as they seemingly
were desperate to keep stride with his steps.

"About an hour away."

The walk was like that of any other, the field seemed to stretch on, dull
and neutral, with the overcast skies above them. No words were exchanged.
It was less than an hour before they finally walked into Ibuki. It was quiet,
Misora looked around, worry and curiosity on her face.

"Where is everyone?" She asked, her voice being carried slightly in the wide
open space.

"Killed, or ran away. You're standing, my dear in an abandoned village."
Came a voice out of nowhere, Misora jumped in surprise, Sawa calmly turned
around and face the owner of the voice.

"It's been awhile Kaoru. I hope this is going to be worth my time." Sawa
stated, Kharu had brown hair and glasses. Smiling at Sawa, Kaoru took steps
towards forward towards the two.

"Oh, I think this one is going to be. You see, the entity that caused this
village to become as desolate as it is said to be the work of a giant snake."
Sawa whistled at this, and then leaned on his left leg, a bored smile coming
across his face.

"Is there a reason for me to care?" His words stinging, a frown came across
Kaoru's face.

"Well, since you're searching for something called the 'Snake' I'm thinking
there might be a connection." Sawa looked straight at Kaoru, the silence
continued, and with a long sigh, Sawa looked away.

"Fine, I'll handle it, but I get sixty percent of the cut." Kaoru smiled again
at those words. With that, Kaoru bowed and with a gust of wind blowing leaves
by, he was gone and in his place was a scroll.

"A pleasure doing buisness with you, as always Sawa!" His voice called out,
and with that, the scroll unrolled and written within was all the details of
the attacks. Silence fell once again.

Night fell, the only light was the fire that Sawa and Misora set in the middle
of the abandoned village, Sawa sat next to the nokogiri, looking up to the purple
and cloudy sky. Misora was on the other side, eating from a bowl of rice.

"So, think you can actually participate this time?" Sawa said, his words
carried with it humor. Misora looked up from her bowl of rice and glared at Sawa.

"Look, I'll admit I made a mistake, but how the hell was I supposed to
know he had detachable arms!?" She barked, her words echoed on and on.
There was another moment of silence before Sawa broke out in laughter,
his voice cold and mirthless. Suddenly he stopped, looked at Misora,
his eyes half opened and cold, a grin on his face.

"Fine, but if you die, I'm not burying your body." Misora opened his mouth
in retort, but Sawa raised his hand, with a pivot of his right foot, leaped
forward over the fire. A split second later the ground burst open, something
slithered out of it. Misora rolled backwards onto her feet as well. Sawa
squinted at the creature that was slithering out of the hole where he was
just sitting.

"I now see how he was able to get the drop on the villagers here for so long.
Well this should be interesting." Misora looked at him and raised her eyebrows.

"Why?" Her question was so simple and straightforward. Sawa slowly raised a
hand and pointed it diagonally to his left into the darkened areas of the village.

"Cause the nokogiri just flew over there somewhere due to our guest's entrance."
The air became tight and the fire snuffed out as the snake swung its tail at
the two, the wind killing their source of light. Misora skillfully jumped out
of the way, onto the top of a hut. Sawa raised his arms in preparation, and
leaned forward, and when the tail hit him, he redirected his weight and the
force of the blow, thus rolling over the snake's tail. Safely on the other
side, he gave the tail a hard punch, there was a squish as Sawa fist sank
into the body. The snake roared as Sawa started to laugh.

The snake jerked its body around, and dragged Sawa with it. Still remaining calm,
Sawa called out. "Distract it for a moment if you'd like Misora." To which
Misora instantly snapped out of her shock. Closing her eyes a blue flash of
light could be seen and the snake stopped in place, confused as to why it
couldn't move. Twisting his body, Sawa used his arm that was embedded in the
snake as leverage to get on top of the snake's body. With a sickening pop,
Sawa pulled his arm out of the snake and began running along the body towards
the head that was raised in the air.

Sawa stood on top and looked around, taking in the eagle eye view of the village.
A faint glimmer told him where it was. The nokogiri was a little ways away,
and stabbed into the ground. Taking in a deep breath, Sawa took a jack knife
dive off of the demon snake's head. As he fell towards the nokogiri, he raised
his right hand, and with a flick of the wrist caught it, and jerked his arm
as he circled round. Pulling it out and dragged, kicking up dust everywhere.
Hoisting the nokogiri back and behind him, Sawa was off running towards the
snake and with a mightly heave swung the blade into the snake's torso. It
got halfway in and stuck, the snake screamed again, but was apparently stuck
in place, using his other arm, Sawa pushed the nokogiri all the way through.
There was a silence, and then the snake fell into two pieces.

Misora hopped off of the hut's roof and next to Sawa. "Annoying snake." Sawa
looked at Misora and shook his head with a faint smile.

"It roared, it had soft skin instead of scales, used its tail to attack
instead of fangs. No, this wasn't a snake, it was a worm." Misora was shocked
and moved closer for closer inspection of the creature. Sure enough, it was
just a worm, with a giant hole at the front.

Sawa pulled out a black cigarette and a match. Putting the cigarette into
his mouth, he lit the match and then the cigarette. But didn't breath the
smoke in, he just let it burn.

Misora looked at him, she took in a deep breath. "Its unsettling to smell
apples after a fight." She said, motioning towards his cigarette.]]> LordRyunson The Story BoardSun, 23 Sep 2007 18:53:26 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,1555,1555#msg-1555 The Start Of A Legend (1 reply)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,1555,1555#msg-1555
Teri was not an overly large man. He would be about the height of one Mugsy Bogues, about 160 cm tall. He had long blonde hair, combed in the front but mulleted in the back. Only one part of his hair was grey, and that was a patch of hair in the very middle of the part in his hair. His brown eyes were the kind that could pierce a person's soul. His build was very healthy, a mix between lean and muscular, which was impressive for a man of 65. Teri was quite powerful, a man with 20 martial arts in his repertoire, and a master of all of them. In fact, his personal Martial Art, Bakuretsu Kenpo was a mix of four others: Tae Kwon Do, Judo, Karate and Shorinji Kempo. He was also well versed in the use of martial artist weapons, such as the nunchaku, the three sectional staff, the bokken and the tonfa.

Teri had a wife and a son earlier in his life. However, his son Teri Harper Jr., 40 as of this day, had moved out on his own, and had no intention of continuing the school of Bakuretsu Kenpo. His wife, Leia Harper, had long since passed away from cancer, which broke Teri's heart. However, he had promised that if something happened to either of them, the other would not continue to mope forever. Still, Teri never showed interest in a new wife and never would.

Teri walked into the kitchen and made himself his breakfast. After it was prepared, he took it to his small dining table in the dining room. He used to have a much larger table for the students that would come to him when he was more well known. However, at this point in his life, his name was starting to die down and people no longer wished to learn what he could offer due to his age. As Teri put it often, "Today's youth has no respect for their elders". However, he didn't mind the idea of just living out his days continuing his training in Raiyaru's mountains...

If anything, he welcomed the idea of dying in such a peaceful place.

Teri picked up his green tea and took a sip, then placed the cup down, breathing a deep sigh of comfort.

"I made a wise choice, moving here..." he said as he went for another sip...

CLANG CLANG!

Teri's ears perked up when he heard the bell clang. Someone was at the gate of the dojo. Teri walked to the gate in his white gi, opening one side slowly.

"Whatever you're selling, I'm not interested--" he started to say.

He took a look out of the gate and saw... a rather tall boy, about 183 cm or taller. The boy had semi-short brown hair and deep green eyes. He was not a small boy at all, Weighing all of 125 kg. He didn't appear particularly strong, however. And his face wasn't very imposing at all. Teri was wondering why he was here...

"Uh, may I help you...?" Teri asked.

The boy nodded.

"You're Teri Harper, correct? Martial art legend?" the boy inquired

"Yes, that's me..." Teri answered.

"I need your help. I need you to train me."

Teri was both intrigued and surprised. Sure, he was known as a martial art legend 20 years ago... But how did this boy, who looked to be only about 16 and not knowledgeable about martial arts at all, know Teri was here? And what's more, what did a peaceful looking boy like him need with martial arts know-how???

"...come in." Teri said, waving the boy inside.

"Thank you!" the boy replied, bowing as he entered the premises.

Teri took the boy to the front room... he had no way of knowing HOW dire this boy's need for martial art skill was...

Or how fast the boy would learn.

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To Be Deebeezee'd

Yes, this is like the Naniki story, a bit of an origin for a main character. Care to guess which character? =3

To be added to whenever I feel like it.]]> Kiinan Yamasu The Story BoardWed, 17 Oct 2007 16:33:52 -0700 http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,1479,1479#msg-1479 Romance of the Three Kingdoms: The R-9 summary. (5 replies)http://www.bakunyuu.com/baka/read.php?8,1479,1479#msg-1479
So, in the interests of education, I shall create a short, possibly humorous summary of the entirety of the novel, chapter by chapter. Actual lines from the book will be surrounded by # signs.

Chapter 1:
Three Bold spirits pledge mutual faith in the Peach Garden,
Heroes and Champions Win first honors fighting the yellow scarves.

Narrator: Eunuchs are bad government, and the Han has gotten pretty weak 'cause of that. The bad omens say so, you know?

Zhang Jiao: Stupid official exam. What the hell does poetry have to do with civil administration?

Zhuang Zi: Here have this awesome book. It'll teach you all kinds of weather control and healing. Just don't try to start a huge rebellion with it, 'k?

Zhang Jiao: Hey, thanks!

LATER

Zhang Jiao: Hey, my brothers, Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao, plus my loyal followers, let's have a huge rebellion!

Yellow Turbans: Huzzah!

Imperial Soldiers: Run!

Emperor Ling: It's going to take us some time to find our asses with both hands, so better tell the districts to get their own armies.

-Zhou County-

Liu Bei: Man, the dynasty is in trouble and I'm only a long-eared*, well-educated man of near-starvation means. *sigh*

Zhang Fei: Why not, y'know, do something about it? You look like the kind of cool guy I'd like to hang out with I'm Zhang Fei, Butcher and wine seller, but I'm not a happy drunk.

Liu Bei: So... You have money?

Zhang Fei: Yep!

Liu Bei: ...Buddy! Hey, let's start with that huge guy over there.

Guan Yu: I was going to join the regular army, but Imperial lackeys don't get along with me, since I killed a corrupt one and all.

Zhang Fei: Well, people I've just met, lets swear brotherhood at my peach garden!

-They swear Brotherhood and it's all DRAMATIC-**

Liu Bei: Well, we've got men, we've got weapons, but what we really need is money, horses and iron.

Merchants: Stupid rebellion. Now we've got all of this money, iron, and all these horses that we just can't do anything with.

Liu Bei: #Thus Heaven aids us!# I think I'll get myself a pair of matching swords!

Guan Yu: And I'll get my glaive, the Green/Blue Dragon!

Zhang Fei: And I'll get a serpent-headed lance!

Local governor: Great! Now, take your 500 men and fight the 50,000 Yellow Turbans nearby.

Liu Bei: Surrender!

Deng Mao: Die!

Zhang Fei: The power of Zhang impales you!

*Deng Mao DIES*

Cheng Yuanzhi: Truly, my victory is nothing oweing to the fact that I am now literally divided!

*Cheng Yuanzhi killed by Guan Yu, everyone else surrenders.*

Liu Bei: Well, that was easy! We only had to kill two guys. Don't want to chance the next one, though, so lets ambush!

Yellow Turbans: Tactics! Our only weakness! How did you know...

-Changshe-

Imperial generals: Hmmm... Open field, dry spell? O, for a muse of fire...

Yellow Turbans: Argh! We are burned! Lets run before something worse happens!

Cao Cao: Somebody call for something worse?

Liu Bei: Well, looks like we're late. But hey, we can still save that imperial commander!

Yellow Turbans: Argh! People who can fight back! Retreat!

Dong Zhuo: Whoa, thank for the save! What are your offices?

Liu Bei: We are just brave and virtuous commoners, fighting on the behalf of the ruling dynasty for justice and peace!

Dong Zhuo: Oh. Commoners.

Zhang Fei: You know, that guy would look a lot better with a sword-sized piercing in his neck.

Will Dong Zhuo manage to live? Read on.

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Chapter 2
Zhang Fei Whips the Government Inspector
Imperial In-Law He Jin plots against the Eunuchs

Liu Bei: Hold up there. This guy is a government employee, and a thousand cuts are the last thing you need. Lets just go.

Zhang Fei: I have a feeling he's gonna be trouble, but.. Guess you're right.

Liu Bei: Haey, at least we can help the Imperial armoy fight Zhang Bao.

Zhang Bao: MAGICAL ARMY FROM THE SKY!

Liu Bei: Or... Not.

Imperial General: Hey, lets throw some animal blood and organs on him! I know that'd keep me from using magic.

Zhang Bao: Noooo! My magic army!

Liu Bei: Charge!

Zhang Bao: Noooo! My real army!

Liu Bei: Go, arrow, I choose you!

Zhang Bao: Noooo! My leg that I need!

Yan Zheng: Stupid rebellion. I'm leaving, and your head is coming with me!

*Zhang Bao BEHEADED*

Imperial General: Great, and I got word that Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang are dead too. With the leadrs gone, the rebellion is surely over.

Yellow Turbans: We are the avengers of Zhang Jiao!

Liu Bei: *BESEIGE*

Yellow Turbans: We give up!

Imperial General: Lets not let them give up. #If we allow those who pillage when they win to give themselves up when they lose, we give an incentive to subversion.#

Liu Bei: All right, but fighting thousands of guys with nothing to lose could be rather painful. We need a plan.

Sun Jian: I am the plan.

Liu Bei: Okay, lets leave a way open to we can catch them when they run!

Sun Jian: You know, taking a wall by yourself isn't too hard.

Yellow Turbans: Argh! We have been crushed!

Sun Jian: Well, thanks to being connected, I have an office!

Imperial General: I have a promotion!

Liu Bei: And I have my virtue, but an office would help pay the bills.

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Minister: Eunuchs suck. They keep good people out of office and cause rebellions.

Emperor Ling: Where would I be without Eunuchs? Get out!

Eunuchs: Hmmm... Lets appoint more people than just our friends for a little while...

-Anxi County-

Liu Bei: Man, having an office is pretty sweet! Now that I've gotten rid of all the crime in the county, I can just relax, and spend time with my bros.

Inspector: Enjoy it while it lasts, long-ears.

Liu Bei: Oh, well, hello there.

Inspector: So, justify yourself.

Liu Bei: Well, I'm a descendant of prince Jing of Zhongshan...

Inspector: Lies.

Liu Bei: And I fought a whole bunch of Yellow Turbans.

Inspector: LIES. Of course, a proper *wink* contribution *wink-wink* May help preserve *wink-hint* your office.

Liu Bei: Sorry, no embezzlement.

Inspector: We'll let the people decide. Go home.

Zhang Fei: Stupid inspector. At least wine is still my friend!

Humble townsfolk: Zhang Fei, the inspector is going to make Liu Bei quit!

Zhang Fei: Then he can inspect one of my beatings, first hand!

Inspector: Being tied up is not a mandate of my office!

Zhang Fei: Stupid beating sticks. I've been through eight already!

Liu Bei: You know what, this office sucks. Lets just leave and hide with a friend.

-Luoyang, capital-

Eunuchs: *Plot, Bribe, Scheme, Murder*

Minister: Eunuchs are bad for the country! There are rebels everywhere now!

Emperor: Shut up, go away. Eunuchs are cool. Too bad I won't be around to enjoy them more. *DIES*

Minister: Well, the two heirs are just kids from different mothers with opposed supporters in the court, but I'm sure with reasoned discourse and proper planning we can come to a reasonable solution.

He Jin: MY SON-IN-LAW. EMPEROR. NOW.

Cao Cao: Hey, better be careful. The Eunuchs don't like you, and they've got influence.

He Jin: What do you know?

Yuan Shao: Here's an idea! Lets summon a lot of private armies to kill the Eunuchs!

Chen Lin: He Jin, you're already grand marshal, why don't you just order your own guys? Outside armies coming here and fighting = bad.

He Jin: Go away, and don't come back for twenty chapters!

Chen Lin: Fine.

Cao Cao: He's right, you know.

How badly will He Jin blunder? Read on.]]> R-9 The Story BoardSun, 24 Jun 2007 14:30:57 -0700