User blog:Ore-samma/Short-shot My Amazoness (disability) (no lewd)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

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

Not exactly easy in a world where magic can cure disability and disfigurement

I think the quality is lacking given the specifics of the request and how difficult it was to write.

8/10 difficulty.

'' "An Amazoness is born with a genetic disorder, where she lacks a horn or wings (I like symmetry, damnit!), but worse if all, she can’t walk! How will she capture a man if she can’t hunt?" ''

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I hope you like it!

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I woke, and exhaled….still not dead….still not cured.

I was so sick and tired of our village’s shamans and herbalists. Nothing was ever going to see me walk again! Nothing was going to work! Not even that silly doctor from the next few villages over could do anything except give me some silly chair with wheels.

A “wheelchair” he called it….how unoriginal.

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However, I had an idea from watching the many spry monkeys that would swing through the branches, the way I would watch the river critters ride on mounds of dead vegetation in the large river.

If I couldn’t be mobile on my own two feet, I would make my own way- this I vowed!

With my wheelchair I was able to get to the tropical bamboo patches and hacked and slashed the long and sturdy stems down.

I made my ropes from the barks of the ironbark tree and lashed them together.

Day after day, I set to my task. Bamboo-ironbark-bamboo!

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Even the good doctor was able to help as he knew what I was making; a dock, and from there, a river ship!

“Tell me Jenna, after you make the ship, what are you going to do?” Conner asked.

I lashed the last of the rope to finish my dock.

“I am going to sail the river, maybe the sea, and make my own way on my own terms! I will find a way! Legs or no!” I cried out.

“Anything particular in mind?” Conner said, holding a piece of wood for me.

“Yep!”

“Wanna share?”

I shook my head. “Nope, thank you though.” I said as I started to make the first of the three hulls for my catamaran ship.

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Day and night, I toiled like no other. I was grateful to my Amazoness sisters who brought me food and water, and promised them that I would bring them more fish than they could handle once my ship was done.

It took the better part of a year, but as it took shape, I made sure to design and implement many pulleys and crisscrossed the entire ship with strong vine from the canopy of the rainforest and counterweights.

It took a lot of trial and error, but at last! At last! I was mobile!

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Several of the tribe gathered to see me on my maiden voyage. I sat in my trapeze chair as I was able to essentially fly about the rigging of my ship and tend to the finer points of nautical navigation and was underway amidst the cheers of everyone who saw me, Ah! This was true freedom. The wind in my hair, the sun shining bright, and at last! I was able to move according to my own desires!

I tested out my fishing nets and took a leisurely figure eight in the wide river and pulled back into port, my nets almost overflowing with all kinds of river life.

It was amazing! No one using the canoes were able to get so much food in one sweep! Something about using wind power allowed for a larger net, and more catch!

I easily repaid about a quarter of the food I was given by the tribe with just one sweep. Other members of the tribe wanted to join in. At first I flat-out refused. Too many of my sisters made fun of me, and I wanted nothing to do with them.

But at last, after much begging, I agreed….but only if I got to insult them.

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At last after training my crew, we were ready! My debts were paid, and my crew and I was going to find ourselves husbands at last!

“Heave-to! All ye monkey slags! Brace up the top sail and haul up yon achor!” I turned to my first mate, “Miss-tah Dlibble Snarlof! See to the arrows and nets! I smell husband blood in the winds ahead!” I looked over to the others. “And the rest of you! Gloptropp Maglorgas, ready the boarding hooks and vine! Ugnib Sassfras, on the main yardarm keep watch on the horizon.”

They all stared at me for a moment and I nodded to my Boswain. “You heard the Captain!” She cried out, snapping her whip. “Get to it, or my name isn’t Pachognes Bogbog!”

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We sailed all day and into the night, feasting on river catch and drinking purified water. We even saw the good Doctor Conner pass us by in the other direction with his river boat and managed to catch him and tie him up for his wife to catch as sporting practice for my crew.

“Captain! We got a ship ahead!”

“Report Ugnib Sassfras!” I cried out.

“A small sloop! Ten men strong!”

“Excellent! They only outnumber us two-to-one! We got this in the bag!” I called out and shouted to my girls from below. “Ladies! This is what it’s all about! Are we going to prove ourselves and our strength here and now? Or are we going to tuck tail and run like frightened bush monkeys?”

My crew all shouted their readiness making me more proud than I ever was before.

“Very well then, you all know what the deal is, how we trained and how to get this done! They will use the muskets the Good Doctor showed us and will only have one clear shot. We have the advantage and know how to use it, let's get ourselves some men, with enough to spare and share with the tribe, and a new ship to have and to hold!”

Our ship maneuvered in close and the men took notice and started shouting at us, wanting us to come closer....casting us lustful looks and even flashing their hardened flesh at us....how gentlemanly....

My girls quickly played the part of acting shy and demure as we crept closer.

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“Now!” I cried out.

As one we fired off our attach points into their main rigging and threw the counter-weights. We flew into the air on our trapeze seats and were able to net five of them instantly!

A few of their musket shots rang out but my girls and I were able to use our rigging equipment to zip about their ship’s rigging with ease.

We descended below, clashing our spears with their swords.

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It quickly became obvious that they had no clue on how to handle an opponent that could attack from above one moment, and zip out of the way in the next. In no time all ten men were netted and tied up.

We whooped and hollered, drinking their rum and trying their salty food and preserved bread.

We slowly made our way back, using their larger sloop to pull my ship behind back to our village.

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I lowered myself to the men all tied up and hanging from the main cross brace and noticed the youngest cabin boy….he had a crutch and a disfigured leg.

“What’s your name, boy?” I asked him as I swung my trapeze seat closer.

“Doug. Doug Johnson.” He said, looking at me with wide, green eyes.

“Doug. When we get back, you’re gonna be my husband- lucky you!” I said with a smile. I grabbed the net he was in and leaned in, kissing his lips.

“Wh-why me?” He said with a look of astonishment. “They all tell me I’m worthless, they all make fun of me because I can’t walk right.”

I felt my lip tremble slightly, seeing and feeling a little of myself in this precious boy.

“Because I can’t walk at all.” I said leaning in and kissing him again. “And I have a soft spot for people who just need a chance.”

“Captain! We’re coming into port!”

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I looked up at the gathered women and smiled at their collective cheer.

My girls quickly selected the men they wanted from the crew and threw the rest into the water where they were quickly hauled ashore and taken by my sisters.

I pulled a counter-weight and had Doug raise into the rigging of my newest ship and rose with him with a spare trapeze seat and carefully unwrapped him from the netting.

“Here, try this. If you’re gonna be my husband, you’re gonna live with me on the ship and learn how to move like I do.” I whispered as I placed him on my lap and showed him how to work the seat and the rigging system.

Later, as the night fell, we cuddled together in a high hammock and I consummate with my husband. What he lacked in experience he more than made up for in eagerness and vigor. I was pleasantly surprised by his enthusiasm; it was just unreal.

We finished the night sipping on rum and eating some of the captains’ sweet rolls, feeing each other, and kissing the icing off our lips.

I sighed as I looked into the night sky. My belly full of rum, my arms full of husband, and my heart full of love.