User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot My Four Wives (Hot Food)

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'' Inspired by a separate post. Ore may I suggest a spicy food eating contest with the participants being fire based mamono or mamono that have resistance to fire. ''

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So......I think there is a BIG difference between writing a one-shot to fulfil a desire, a wish-fulfillment, and writing a one-shot to just answer a question that has no real plot line, or real story that can be had from the entire thought-exercise.

This is one of these moments where the story is just an answer to a question.

When I write a one-shot, I formulate an idea of a story arc like this.

Want - Need - Conflict - Resolution

In this, particular circumstance, there is very little to start with, and a very specific direction to go. And so....here it went.

In my opinion; there is a big difference in capsaicin heat, and temperature heat. And so the fire-breathers in this story soon learn.

Ever your Servant-

Ore-samma

I sighed as I looked at my four girls at the table, looking at each other with pouty, indignant, stubborn faces.

“All four of you are being ridiculous, you know that, right?”

“Pour on the sauce!” Diane growled, glancing at the other three.

“Yes! Let’s settle this once and for all!” Helen said, banging her knife and fork on the table.

“Before the food gets cold!” Iris nodded.

“Food too cold already! Sauce makes hot!” Wendy cried out, trying to snatch the bottle from me.

My four wives; bless their hearts, were all fire-breathers. But ever since I took up a hobby to grow hot peppers, they took it as a personal insult when a buyer said that my peppers were hotter than a fire-breather’s breath.

And so, one day….I got home, and my entire garden was gobbled up, and each of my girls were hung over the bathtub, lapping up water like a dehydrated goat.

I laughed, and made the stupid comment that only real fire-breathers like myself could really eat the peppers I grow...and well….one thing led to another and now….

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you!” I muttered as I put an equal dollop on each of their noodles, and stirred them up.

“Your portions are the exact same amount as is your sauce….so….go!” I sighed and watched them dig in.

They all took up their chopsticks except Helen, my Hinezumi who used her fork and knife to eat her noodles. “The trick is, is to eat them as fast as you can!” She grunted as she took another swallow of water and dove back into the noodles.

“It’s good this time! Dragons adapt!” Weny purred, slurping a rather large portion.

“You’re not a real dragon! You’re just a Wurm!” Diane said with her cheeks bulging.

“Done!” Iris cried out, setting her bowl down and nodding. “Ignis elemental for the win!”

“Great! Great job!” I said, clapping a bit.

(later)

“Husband! Help me!”

“Husband! Oh! Ow! It hurts! Tummy! Tummy!”

“Mark! Please! You have to wake up the town healer!”

“Husband!”

I groaned as I changed chamber pots, got buckets for puking, fresh holstaur milk for drinking, ice for chewing, and water for swishing.

All four of my girls were down and out for the count. It didn’t take long for the peppers to start eating away at their necks, then stomach,then bowels, then….they started to puke.

At first,they had the idea that breathing fire would help “burn away” the heat of the peppers….but my dunder-head girls didn’t realize there was a huge difference between “temperature hot” and “spicy hot”

Well, they were learning now….the hard way….but I wondered if I was the one really being punished here.

“ Husband !” They all cried out at once from their different positions in the house.

It was going to be a long night.