User blog:Ore-samma/My White Horn (Winter Rescue)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

This one is a fan request from this forum = https://monstergirlencyclopedia.fandom.com/f/p/4400000000000068760/r/4400000000000456427

This request was not easy to write as I find multi-pedal mamono harder to write for.

I tried to ease this by using a polymorph potion to make her bipedal, but the White Horn has this serene-ness that makes it not easy.

Ah well, I wish I could have done it better. Maybe I'll do a re-write sometime!

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'' Ok! How about a stubborn mountain climbing trying to reach the top only to be saved by [a white horn] her. Might just be a me thing but I think the white horn should have a Russian accent. ''

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I hope you like it! I can't really 'write' a Russian accent without it seeming to be overly obnoxious. But I can imagine her sounding Russian.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

I could still hear them.

No- I was hearing them….. I was hearing them even now.

The fools and the ones who said it couldn’t be done!

“I showed you!” I screamed to the whipping wind. “I did it! I did it! And all of you will know that I did it!” I cried out and sunk the antennae into the stone.

I readied the sledgehammer that I lugged all the way up and secured the anchor piton and…

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Whack

Whack

Whack

Whack

' PING! '

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At last! The antennae was up, and now our small village would at last be able to connect to the rest of the world!

They said I couldn’t do it!

They said the climb was impossible!

I slumped over, exhausted, the last of my strength and air was used to secure the lifeline for our village.

Only one person believed in me; the village elder. He told the others to never underestimate youth. He begged for a team to come with me, or this would be a suicide mission.

But no one would go.

The elder said his goodbyes and told me that I was braver than anyone else he ever met to die for the rest of them.

I felt my chapped lips crack and bleed as I smiled, watching the sun start to dip below the horizon and I wondered what they would think when they started to receive signal from the HanZhou providence.

I thought and wondered if I should die on the mountain top, or at least try to get down.

I grunted and tried to stand, and was surprised I still had strength.

I looked at the path I came up from and started my way down.

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Maybe I would make it? If I did, I would be the shining star of the town. I would be able to claim a wife, and the radio tower would be mine to operate….which also meant a life of ease.

All of a sudden a heavy gust caught me and I fell, screaming, tumbling end-over-end.

I felt a universe of pain shoot up my leg as I landed on a small outcropping and looked….I was dead.

My leg was bent at an odd angle and I screamed to the sky.

The night fell as did the temperature. I noticed a light in the distance and scoffed….must be hallucinating.

The light came closer and what appeared to be a beautiful woman holding a lantern drew close and kneeled next to me.

“You are hurt. I will help you.” She breathed, her breath misting in the air like an overwhelming cloud. It was so warm that I could feel its moistness even from where I was. “Take my hand.” She said, holding her gloved hand to me.

I took it, crying out as she hoisted me up and-

“You’re a mamono?” I said through gritted teeth as I was sitting on her back and my arms reflexively wrapped around her.

“Yes. I do hope that is not a problem?” She said, looking back at me.

I panted, “No- I never had anything against your kind.” I groaned then cried out as my knee *popped* back to a more normal posture.

The white horn grabbed my hands and brought them around her waist again as I almost fell off. “Do hold on. We have a ways to go before we reach my station. Are you cold?”

I shook my head. “No, pain- no cold….say, what is your name?”

“Olenna, and you?”

“Charlie.”

“Well met, Charlie. Please hold on!” She lurched forward and cried out, “Hup!” as she bounded into a blizzard of falling diamond flakes that reflected the moonlight.

The winter scenery passed by in a strange blur, punctuated by the jarring pain that seared my leg all the way to my teeth. At times I begged Olenna to let me down to let me die, but after a few attempts to get off, she clamped her hands around mine and kept me on by force.

At last I felt her slow and I looked up to see her station. There were a few White Horns milling about and they rushed over when they saw Olenna carrying me on her back.

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With tender hands they carried me inside and removed my clothes to inspect my body and leg.

“His knee is dislocated, but we can fix that.”

“Charlie, bite down- bite down.” Olenna said, putting a leather cord in my mouth and kissed my forehead. “It will soon be over, I’m here...shh...I’m here.”

My mouth clamped on the leather and I screamed as the pulled my knee until a sickening *pop* and *snap* sounded, turning my stomach green and full of vomit that I rolled over and puked out.

They took advantage of me rolling over and pulled my leg in another direction and I puked and screamed as my leg made another popping sound.

“Quick! It’s in place! The brace! The bandages! Hold it! Hold it steady!”

I felt tight bandages wind around my leg and knee and then the pain lessened to a sharp throb.

I threw up again into the bucket they held for me and started to sob from the exquisite pain that even found a way to make my teeth hurt.

“Olenna? You don’t need to stick around.” One of the White Horns said.

“I must.” Olenna replied.

“Ah, did you imprint on him?”

“Yes. You should have seen him! He summited the death peak!”

“Did he now? What where you doing up there, Charlie?”

I spat and threw up again. “Antennae for the town.” I moaned.

The White Horns gasped and started to giggle. “You got the antennae up!” I heard footsteps rushing towards the other side of the room and the static of a radio being turned on.

The White Horns all gasped and squealed in delight as they heard the ten o’clock news from the HanZhou providence.

“They said it couldn’t be done! Even by a White Horn!” One of the girls cheered. “And your human was able to make it! Wow! Olenna! I’m so jealous!”

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I finally was able to look over and see the White Horns and even their husbands looking at me with a fond admiration.

“My lady!” Olenna said, interrupting the sudden and impromptu celebration. “I would like to request the radio tonight and the pool room for myself and Charlie.”

The gathered White Horns let out a collective “awww” but the leader quieted them down and nodded. “It’s only fair after all. Here, let me help you carry him.”

Olenna shook her head and bustled over to me. “No, I will carry him.”

“I’ll bring some hot chocolate, mutton and other things to eat.” One of the human males said walking off. “Finally! We can listen to the sports!”

“Charlie, would you like to relax with me?” Olenna said with a soft smile, holding out her hand.

“I….yeah...” I said and allowed her to carry me to another room.

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She strode over to a large geothermal pool of water and set me inside. “Let the minerals soak in. They have healing properties. I would like to change, I will be right back.” She whispered and left.

A few men came in and delivered a small feast and one handed me a mug of hot chocolate. “Now, you wait till Olenna comes back. It’s rude to drink without your host.”

I nodded. “Hey, thanks. You all saved my life.”

He shook his head. “No, thank you! It was more than just your village that needed that antennae to live.”

After a moment the door opened and Olenna stepped through in a bathing suit and-

“Hey! Your legs!” I said, setting the mug down and pointed.

Olenna smiled and flourished her hair behind her head as she joined me in the pool. “I honestly prefer to have two legs, as do quite a few others here. So we keep a stock of polymorph potions.” She moved closer to me and repositioned me so that my back was to her front and she wrapped her arms around me. “How is your leg feeling?”

I sighed as I relaxed in her arms. “Truthfully? It hurts. But not as bad as when I first injured it, or as bad during the ride here.”

“Hmmm, about that….I’m sorry I kept going even when you begged me to stop.”

I placed my hands on her shoulders and turned her to me. “It’s okay. If it weren’t for you; I wouldn’t be alive.”

Olenna smiled and reached over to the radio. It crackled and hissed but at last it tuned into a romance jazz music channel.

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“You haven’t touched your hot chocolate?” Olenna said, holding the mug.

“I was waiting for you.” I said, feeling an immense sense of dejavu...it was so strong that I almost fell over in the water, causing Olenna to reach out to steady me again. “I...” I looked into her wide pale purple eyes. “I was waiting for…..you….” I repeated.

Olenna’s ears twitched and her skin turned red and radiated heat.

“Here.” She whispered and handed me the cup.

I took a sip and felt the rich molten chocolate run down my throat. I swallowed and handed the mug back to her. She took a sip and set it aside and moved into my arms. I sat there with Olenna sighing contentedly with the side of her face resting on my chest.

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“Olenna?”

“Yes?”

“This ‘imprinting’ it’s a two way street, isn't it?”

She turned her face to me and nodded. “Yes, that’s the only way it works.”

I nodded, “I think my leg is better. Could you help me take these bandages off?”

She nodded and unwrapped my leg, I took a tentative moment and bent my knee and exhaled, finally feeling close to normal.

“Charlie?”

“Yes?”

“This suit must be chafing your skin. Could you help me with it?” She said, her face now a delicate pink.

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I helped her slip out of her bathing suit as she edged forward through the water and settled into my lap and on top of my flesh. She exhaled, her breath carrying the sweet aroma of chocolate as our lips and tongue met in the dim light of the pool room.

We spent the evening nibbling on the delicious morsels, sipping thick molten chocolate and making slow, burning love to each other.

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Just as the dawn started to smear the sky, Olenna helped me limp into her bed, still carrying the coveted radio. We snuggled into each other's arms, the only sounds being our sighs, and the slow romantic jazz that carried our consciousness away.