User blog:Flamebiplane/Romance Sting

White fluffy clouds drifted along the blue sky. Birds fluttered from tree to tree, in a mode of song and search. A temperate climate settled around the city of Wavedraw. The streets buzzed with folks from all walks of life. Shops and restaurants worked like clockwork, serving their customers to the highest degree of efficiency. Lovers were letting their flowers bloom with great success. But one's flower was struggling.

Wavedraw High School was especially embracing the season. Social throughout between humans and mamono. Many flowers blossomed here. One still could not open its tight-knit petals. No matter how many times they resisted, the determined plant tried and tried again.

"Sorry, I already have a boyfriend," said the tulip in writing class. "Get away from me you creep!" buzzed the daisy in geology class. "I...think we should just stay friends," muttered the rose in sociology class.

"Dude, just settle for a mamono and call it good," one of two junior-grade boys strolling toward the female locker room suggested. "Forjod, I've said this before, I don't want a mamono for a girlfriend, I want a relationship with a human," said the other boy. Forjod crossed the arms of his ocean blue long-sleeve t-shirt and said, "Look Trag, sooner or later, you're gonna have to cut your losses."

Trag shot Forjod a look of disdain and said, "I'm not giving up man, I will get a human lover."

"If you do, then I wonder how far you'll get before she becomes a mamono," Forjod mumbled softly. "What was that?" Trag asked, looking Forjod right in the eyes. "Nothing!" he responded quickly. "Good."

We stopped outside the entrance to the locker room and Trag pointed to Forjod, "Stand down the hall a bit, I don't want us looking like pervs."

Forjod shrugged and took several steps down the hall, standing a fair distance from Trag, who had a small fuzzy teddy bear out. Trag held the bear up to his chest, his face eager and hopeful. As soon as those girls left, he would have his next opportunity for the perfect one. Forjod just leaned against the wall, silently thinking of how easy it would have been for Trag to just go for a mamono girl. Second by second, the minutes counted down. Five...four...three...two...one...BEEP!

Girls with dabs of sweat poured out of the locker room. Some of the mamono noticed Trag and gave him lewd gestures, but the oblivious hunter shrugged them off. His eyes scanned each human woman individually, not a care in the world that his act would be considered creepy by social standards. He was a hawk watching for his next target, until finally, she came out. A girl with a body of toned muscle, a blonde ponytail dangling from the back of her head.

Trag shook with excitement as he tapped his next potential mate on the shoulder. The girl turned, and a frustrated grunt was her response. "The hell do you want now?" she snapped. Trag, with a wide albeit estranged smile held the bear up to the girl and asked with a quiver, "Penelope, would you be interested in getting to know each other better?"

Another sigh, and Penelope smacked away the gift, "Trag, how many times do we have to go through this?  Can't you see I'm not interested in you?"

"Penelope, please, give me a chance, I can show you that I'm the right guy for you," Trag said, eyes pleading. Penelope shook her head and said, "Trag, I don't plan on finding a mate til college, or I get monsterized."

"T...then maybe we can go to college together," Trag said, leaning in toward Penelope. Penelope placed a finger on Trag's lips and said in a soft voice, "Listen Trag, why don't you just find another woman, go for a mamono, or just follow your dreams?  Stop wasting your time on trying to win my heart."

With that, Penelope walked away, passing a smiling Kobold who was staring at Trag with her hands formed into the shape of a heart. Ignoring the present offer, Trag's eyes were to the floor, the teddy bear dangling from his heartbroken hand. Forjod walked up to Trag and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey man, don't fret, I'm sure you'll find that girl, look, there's one giving you the eyes right now," he reassured him as he motioned toward the Kobold.

Trag's eyes didn't leave the floor. He simply mumbled, "I'll just keep trying, one of them will love me eventually."

Further down the hall to the blind knowledge of both boys, a Raiju watched, eyes preying on them like a tiger. She watched them step away down the hall, passed the Kobold whose body now hung like an abandoned ragdoll. She moistened her lips with her tongue and stepped down another hallway.

The final class was history, and the Werecat teacher, Mrs. Scolotti, got moans of disapproval when she ordered her students to get their textbooks open. Trag was eyeing another girl that he had hoped to gain hearts with: a brunette named Georgette with a passion for observations beyond the stars.

Behind them was another girl:  a Youko named Riza, whose heart beat with fiery desire whenever Forjod was nearby. She always had her eyes on him, and like Trag, wanted to connect with the opposing gender. What the two lovestruck birds got in return was seat-shifting and the trembling.

When Mrs. Scolotti gave out the assignment and sat in her chair, Trag leaned forward and tapped Georgette on the shoulder whispering, "Hey."

Georgette didn't respond, focusing on the two papers in front of her. Trag tapped her again and whispered, "You're very beautiful."

Georgette's body stiffened for a moment, before relaxing and returning to work. Forjod felt an airy warmth swoop down his neck. He turned his body slightly to see Riza bearing an innocent grin, her plump breasts sticking out in a provocative manner. Forjod pointed to his assignment and whispered, "I have to work alright."

Trag was going for another tap when Mrs. Scolotti looked up and caught him. "Hitting on girls as usual I see?" she asked in a casual manner. Trag's hand snapped back, and his face was as red as a tomato. The boy trembled in his seat, choked up on an explanation. Mrs. Scolotti stood up and stepped in front of his desk. She leaned against it and asked, "Wouldn't it make your life easier if you just..."

"I know, I know Mrs. Scolotti, you don't have to remind me,"  Trag said, waving his hands in front of him. A few students in the class chuckled, and an Orc licked her finger in his direction. A sly grin forms on Mrs. Scolotti's face and she coos, "You know, you can always seek help from the school's self-proclaimed 'Love Doctor'."

Now the class was roaring with laughter. Trag slammed his face into the desk and Mrs. Scolotti waved the noisy students into silence,  "Yes, it is true that this young man's predicament is funny, but rather than laugh at him, why don't we encourage him to find the girl of his dreams?"

Now Georgette was blushing hard, and Trag was under too much humiliation to move. Forjod felt something snake along his jeans. He looked down to see Riza's hand approaching his crotch. Quickly, the hand was grabbed and pushed away. Forjod then felt Riza lean into his ear and whisper, "You don't like that cutie?"

Her lips hover closer, "Do I make you nervous?"

Forjod's ear got a brief glomp before Riza returned to her seat still wearing that lewd grin.

The students began to chant Trag's name, "Trag, Trag, Trag!"

They continued until Mrs. Scolotti motioned for it to subside. It was then that she noticed Georgette's peach red face. "Oh dear, did I embarass you Georgette?" she asked, her grin never leaving her face. Georgette's head flapped from side to side and stammered. The boisterous laughter exploded again. Mrs. Scolotti shrugged at Georgette and said through the uproar, "If I did, then I'm sorry."

"It's not over sexy," came Riza's soft seductive whisper in Forjod's ear. Forjod whipped around to see that the Youko was already back in her seat. Forjod teetered his body back to the front, discomforted breaths ejecting from his mouth. "Why can't you just back off right now?" he whispered quietly.

"No no, it's okay Mrs. Scolotti," Georgette said, trying to keep her quivering lips from shifting into a smile. Trag noticed Georgette's struggle and didn't hesitate to give a sly smile of his own. Forjod saw this and whispered to himself, "Trag, I don't think she's smiling because she likes you."

The remainder of the class was all talk about love and relationships, resulting in barely any progress made on the assignment given. Mrs. Scolotti simply turned it into a homework assignment, earning her another array of groans from the class. Mrs. Scolotti shrugged and replied, "We were derailing the class with off-topic chatter, what other choice did I have?"

There was a moment of silence. Then a student responded with, "Good point."

The class emptied out of the room, and Forjod found himself stopped by Riza, her curvacious body in full view. "Why...why must you do this to me?" he moaned as his body hung like he was out of breath. Riza placed a finger under his chin and replied, "Because dear, isn't this how lovers treat each other?"

Forjod shook his head and muttered, "Everytime you do this, I have to debate whether or not to report you."

"And what good would that do, considering that the principal is a succubus herself?" asked Riza. "Which is exactly why in the end it's always pointless," Forjod muttered as he turned away from her, only to feel a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a pair of lips press into his neck and leave with a gooey smooch. He turned to watch Riza wink and leave down the hall.

"Hmmph, look at that mamono rubbing up on you like that, doesn't even give you the chance to choose, she just throws herself in your arms and that's that, sorry bud, you're stuck with her for the rest of your life," Trag grunted, his arms folded and his foot tapping with a steady chord of displeasure. Forjod rubbed the side of his neck that was glomped and said, "I don't know man, she's probably just being very overaffectionate of me."

He looked back down the hall at the leaving Youko. "Though I will admit, it does creep me out at times," he muttered as he followed Trag out of the school.

Droves of students exited in different directions. Some headed for the shopping district, others toward the town center, and a few trekked for the forest. Forjod and Trag took the way to the forest, trotting along the cobblestone path, the air feeling that the sun was an inch closer.

"They all laughed at me, but did you see Georgette's face?  Oh man, that look is a good sign!" Trag said, a huge grin on his face. "Uhhhh..." Forjod muttered as Trag continued, "She was blushing at me, you saw her right?"

They come to a t-intersection, the path to the right lined with bushes and trees. "You saw it right, right Forjod?" Trag asked, nudging Forjod in his side. "Well..." Forjod started, but Trag was still egging the subject, "Come on man, you had to have seen it!"

When Trag's yapper had finally stopped, Forjod spoke, "Yeah, I saw it, but don't you think you're making a quick assumption here?"

Trag's grin vanished, and he stuck a finger in Forjod's face, "Man, I'm not assuming anything, so shut it!"

"Look, Trag, I know you're trying to get a human lover but, aren't you trying a bit too hard?" asked Forjod. "Are you trying to bum me out man?" Trag asked, his eyebrows twitching while maintaing an expression of a mother finding out that her son told and maintained the greatest lie ever told that screwed everyone over. Forjod shook his head and muttered, "I'm not trying to do any of that man, I'm just saying that you should think about this."

"I'm about to have a breakthrough here man, I'm about to finally have one!" Trag exclaimed, flailing his arms around. Forjod said nothing. Trag placed a hand on Forjod's shoulder and said in a straightforward tone, "I'm gonna succeed man, I'm gonna."

A brief rustling of the bushes grabbed the attention of both boys. They watched, frozen, waiting for something to pop out at them. They glared at those bushes, alert for the first sign of movement. This tense moment was a brief one.

Trag started to walk again when a big gloved hand reached out from the trees and grabbed his arm, pulling him in with a yelp. "Trag!" Forjod shouted as he moved with haste toward the treeline, only to have fear grip him in place once more when he saw who the kidnapper was, a Minotaur.

The Minotaur proudly had Trag held against her chest, her voice thundered out in a low tone, "Heh heh heh, I've heard stories about you eh...what was your name again?"

"Let me go you muscled beast!" Trag cried out, his arms and legs swinging around in a futile attempt to slip out of the Minotaur's vice-like grip. "Why are you trying to run?  You seemed so excited going after those other girls earlier," the assailant cooed as she lifted Trag and slammed him against a tree. "Forjod, help me...mmph!" Trag's plea was cut off as the Minotaur's lips forced thsemselves around his in a passionate kiss. Forjod watched, trembling, it would be a like a toothpick going against an iron bar, useless.

The Minotaur soon pulled her lips from Trag's and muttered, "That was good but..." her face came within mere inches of her helpless victim, "I want more, a lot more now."

Trag's struggling and screaming grew even more intense. Forjod backed away, saying, "I...I'll go get help!"

"You're not going anywhere cutie!" vowed another voice, harsh but seductive. A Manticore rose from behind the bushes, a sadistic grin on her face. Forjod's body prepared to go into "run-away" mode, but stalled when he felt something small and thin whiz by his ear. Forjod turned and saw that the Manticore had her tail aimed straight at him.

He could only gulp as the Manticore folded her arms and muttered, "I was hoping you'd try to run sweetie, the chase would have made this more exciting."

Her tail rears back, preparing the pleasure-inducing ammo, "Though, I guess in all fairness, even if you did run, I still would have caught you."

Forjod's eyes squeeze shut, bracing for the prick of the barbs. Few seconds, but nothing. His eyes open with great hesitancy to see a bright blue glowing disc and a sleeve in front of him. He followed the sleeve up to a navy blue and gray uniform belonging to a woman with long-flowing blue hair and a young ravishing face.

His head jolted back at the woman and out of his mouth shot the word, "Mom!?"

"I saw you in danger, so I came to help," she replied with a grin. The Manticore was wearing a frown and she pointed to his mother calling, "Hey lady, could you move aside, I have a kid to snatch up!"

His mother moved Forjod behind her and drew her scimitar, holding it at an angle toward the attacker. "Come and take him from me!" she taunted. A smirk formed on the Manticore and she drew her claws muttering, "This is gonna be fun, fighting a soldier and taking her down!"

The Manticore charged toward her, claws ready for a strike. Forjod watched from behind, shaking with fear yet eager to see what the results her going to be. The dark beast leapt into the air, claws reared back, the gravity of her descent increasing the impact of her blow. Time seemed to slow as the two combatants' sharp weapons inched closer together. The tension was building, hearts were racing when...

SKKKRRRTTT

A swift horizontal slice from the blade of Forjod's mother, and the Manticore was on the ground, her entire body twitching from the intense pleasure writhing through her. The scimitar's head wasn't made of just any metal, but demon silver. The woman grinned as she placed her weapon back in its scabbard and pushed her a bit with her boot. "Think before you attack a general sweetheart," she advised calmly to the downed mamono.

Both looked up to see Trag now being carried off by the Minotaur. "We gotta save him!" Forjod cried to his mother. She looked to him with a soft expression. "Mom, he's my friend, we need to go after him!" he shouted, pointing to the forest where the Minotaur fled with Trag. "Why?  He's simply getting the assistance he desperately needs," she said.

Now Forjod was struggling to keep his rage from flaming off at his mother. "We don't have time for thi...wait..."

His mother made a lightning fast motion with her hands, and Forjod felt something prick his shoulder. His body felt like it was slowing down, and his eyes grew heavy. He struggled to keep them open, stumbling to keep his own body from collapsing into the grass, but the attempt proved futile.

She bent down and lifted her quiet son into her arms, carrying him away from the forest. Not far from a natural vantage point, the Raiju observed the mother leaving the scene with her child. The previous scene she had witnessed left her sweaty and panting with a sense of satisfaction.

Forjod produced incoherent mumbling as he was hauled toward a set of houses. His mother looked down at him and whispered, "It will be alright sweetie, I'm going to take you home right now."

She stepped up to a medium-sized house and hoisted Forjod up onto her shoulder. She then produced a silver key and slipped it into the lock. With a brief twist and a ker-clunk, the door unlocked, and she walked inside.

There was a scent of molasses wafting through the air as the woman carried her son up the stairs, mumbling something about black dogs, multi-tailed foxes, and electric weasels. She chuckled throughout his entire bubbly speech, opening the door to his room and setting him on the bed. A soft hand ran through his short tender hair as she knelt down and pecked him on the cheek. Giving his chest a brief pat, she exited the room and headed down the hall toward another room. Inside was a large black bed, a circular window, a small closet containing feminine clothing, and a desk at the opposite end with a large stack of papers on one side, and a tiny jar containing a black gooey liquid with small needles on the other side.

She sat down at her desk, her boot nearly knocking over a wastebin. She opened a drawer and produced four pieces of paper, each with agitated writing that was meant for a school brute. All four were read, detailing what could be akin to a cheap mercenary contract of sorts. Each one bore complaints of a certain boy trying with great effort to get love. A small grin formed as she stood from her chair and walked over to the window. She looked out at the forest where Trag and the Minotaur still may be. That boy had not the slightest idea of what would have come if he continued his advances. She was just glad to have taken care of it before they did.

"Mythria?" came a sweet voice followed by the door opening. Mythria turned to see a pink-haired Lilim standing in the doorway, a grin on her lips. Mythria formed a grin herself and replied, "Our work shall begin soon."