User blog:JustAlex93/One Boy and his Flare Gun in Monster Girl World Ch. 3

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One Boy and his Flare Gun in Monster Girl World

by JustAlex93

Chapter 3: New Life in the Village
Since that night of passion with Riya, Baptiste began to live with her in the village. In exchange for telling her about all he knew about the world that he came from, she gave him lessons on how to play string instruments. He also helped her with chores around the house, as well as to go out once in a while to play with some of the local children, both human and monster girl alike.

One day, he and Riya went out into the village to gather some food from the market. Of course, Baptiste has his hammerspace canvas bag with him.

"So, asides from bread," started Baptiste as he asks, "What are we also going to get?"

Riya replied with a warm smile, "We're going to get some Holstaur milk. You're going to love it, Baptiste. It's delicious, nutritious, and I hear the stuff increases the drinker's stamina."

"Really now?" asks the ex-child soldier, at which Riya nodded. He then remarked, "I can imagine longer sessions from the enhanced stamina. Along with that, it might even be longer for me to tire out at all."

The Gandharva gave a smile at that, as she and Baptiste then went to a market stand where bread is sold, and made their purchase there. They then moved on to another stand, this time run by a local Holstaur named Bessie selling bottles of her milk to any paying customer. Riya is also familiar with this particular Holstaur, having been a regular to her stand long before Baptiste's arrival.

"Ah, Riya," greets Bessie, before she asks, "So, you want the usual? Oh, and who's this handsome-looking youngster with you?"

"This is Baptiste," Riya introduced, as she then addressed him, "Baptiste, this is Bessie. She sells her milk at this stand she runs, as well as a longtime friend of mine."

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Bessie," Baptiste said politely, at which she puts a mouth to her hand and giggled, "Well, isn't he polite?"

"Thank you," he said graciously, as he is then handed a small cup of Holstaur milk by Bessie, who encourages, "Try it. It's good."

Baptiste nodded, as he then took a sip of the milk. He smiled at the delicious creamy taste of the beverage, remarking, "And you're right, Miss Bessie," as he finished the cup.

"I'm glad you liked it, Baptiste," said Bessie happily, even as she is then handed some coins to purchase a couple of bottles of her milk by Riya, "Thank you for your patronage, Riya."

"Anytime, Bessie," smiled Riya as she is then handed two bottles of milk by the Holstaur, as she and Baptiste then headed for home.

The next day, Baptiste went out to play with some of the local kids once again. This time, they were playing soccer (or football as it is referred to in Europe), which he had taught his friends. Little did he know of who would come to see them play.

It was a monster girl, of the Baphomet species, but what's different about this particular Baphomet is that she is adult-sized, rather than child-sized, with a voluptuous figure. In fact, she is of a very rare sub-species of Baphomet, in which she is less playful and more lustful. Her kind also prefers younger males, wanting to treat them like their younger siblings. Being a sub-species of Baphomet, they have the most amazing of vaginas, along with immense strength and magical proficiency.

This particular monster girl, one Melinda by name, was casually strolling when she noticed the soccer game going on, and got interested. She went up to where the children are, and addresses them, "Hey, kids!"

Baptiste and the other children stopped what they were doing, and turned to where Melinda is, even as she asks them, "Is it okay if I watched you play? That game looks fun!"

A young lamia snakelet replied, "Sure, why not?"

At that moment, Melinda went and sat down on the sidelines to watch the game, even as the children continued to play.

After a while of playing, Baptiste and the other children decided to call it a day, as they went on their way home.

As he himself walked past Melinda, she asks him, "Where did you get the scars on your back, boy?"

At that moment, Baptiste tensed up, as he replied in a rather defensive tone, "I don't know how you figured out of my scars, but how I got them is none of your business. I won't say anything about my scars unless they've truly earned my trust. You're a total stranger to me, whoever you are, so I will not tell you anything. Now, if you would so kindly excuse me, I've to return home."

With that, he walked off, leaving Melinda behind as she began to wonder, "What is it about these scars that he won't tell me? I'll find out one way or another!"

(This chapter is a work in progress, so don't expect me to finish it in a single sitting!)