User blog:RedNSFW/Living Armor : What Would You Do? - JeielYozama

This is my second reply to a WWYD, and I'm not a native English-speaking person, I hope you'll enjoy it though :)

''Being from a prestigious line of Heroes under the Holy Order's service, you were told to follow those before you and register as a kingdom champion. With your parent's strict guidance, you begin a rigorous traning regiment and in no time, learn the skills and knowledge of what it takes to slay a Demon Lord. There is one problem though: you have no armor.''

''Your father suggests that you take up the family armor set, passed down from generation to generation. But you know otherwise: the armor has already turned into a Mamono, a Living Armor that seems to have set its sight on you ever since you were a bit younger. In fear, you hurriedly locked it in your grandpa's cellar, swearing never to open it. Your father laughs at the joke you pulled and ask you once more to don it. After more pressing urges, you agree.''

You unlock your grandpa's cellar, and sure enough,she awaits you, a steely glare that hungers for lust locked on you alone.

''"Welcome. My knight." She says.''

What will you do?

In the middle of the stairway stands a naked ghost within an armor, her eyes in particular emitting light in the darkness of the cellar.



I quickly close the door shut in front of me, lock it as fast as I can, recover from the shock, start breathing again and wait for a few minutes, standing there. Then she starts speaking again : « You need an armor, do you not ? I have felt it when you opened this cellar. »



Jeez, how would she know ? Why would I put not « it », but « HER » on ? She continues : « You know, while I was locked in here, I have adapted myself to better suit your needs, since I had anticipated you would grow up. Why wouldn't you try wearing me ? »



Well, it's always good to know she hasn't changed her mind during all these years. Her proposition sounds good, and I have heard this kind of armor is the best you could ever dream of, but she is a monster. Not only did she scare the hell out of me back when I was a pre-teen, but that would also mean copulating with her to be able to wear her, and I do not think the Holy Order would be very pleased to have me posessing such an armor. Besides, I can still find an armor at the blacksmith's. Sure it would be expensive, but even the idea of a mountain of debts sounds better than a living armor who wants to screw me since a long time.



« Have I done anything that disturbed you when you were younger ? she asks.

- Yeah, I guess you can say so. Having an armor moving on its own and following you sure isn't all that reassuring. Except now I can see you inside the armor, whereas I couldn't before.

- I see. Then I understand why you set me here. »



The silence that follows just feels awkward ; no, she probably did not deserve to be trapped in this place, but that doesn't mean I should let her attack me either.

« I… guess I'm sorry to have locked you up in here, all alone, but I don't see why you want me more than any other knight.

- Because you're this armor's owner, of course.

- No, I'm not, actually-

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Heir, then. And you shall become my owner. »

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I can hear her becoming more and more lustful, and I have the feeling that she will soon break the door if I tell her I refuse to get along with her.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">« Err… In any case, is there any way you could bring me back just my family's armor and leave me alone ?

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- I AM the armor. If you want it, you must live with me. »

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I guess she has a point there. That was a stupid question. But still-

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">« Will you not try to put me on ? she says, probably growing impatient.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- I might actually check if there are other armors that fit my style in town, but why not, someday... »

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">Then another silence settles, and I realize my mistake. She must be furious, and/or want to jump on me now. I should never have mentioned those armors, she could feel like I'm cheating on her. I carefully take a few steps back from the door, trying not to make any noise. She is way too quiet, and I doubt she will give up and sob here and now.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">I come back slightly and ask : « Are you alright ? I don't want to disappoint you, but I feel like this is not a good idea. » She bursts through the door. Yup, she knocked the wooden door down in just one hit. I had imagined this could happen, even when I was younger, but to think it would actually end up real… Well I guess the replacement for it will be less expensive than a complete armor set at least.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She jumps on me, starts adjusting herself, and soon I am fully wearing a shining armor the likes you would only expect a king to wear. I do not feel its weight, and it is more than comfortable ; besides, I feel safe inside it.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">« I have put a lot of love into making it the best armor possible for you. Is it alright ?

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- I wouldn't have expected to say that, but… yes, it is.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- Very well then. I have given you an overview of my power, now let me taste yours.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">- No. Wait ! »

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">She removes the armor from me, clings onto me, removes my pants and starts « checking my power », as she puts it. We do this for hours, until she is satisfied after all these years without seeing me, and does not seem to want to let me go ever again.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">When we're done, I wonder : now, can I still fight monsters along with the Order ? I mean, I'm with one myself, and I don't think she would like me to hurt any one of them. There is also the issue of me being discovered wearing a monster as an armor. Should I just join the monsters' side ? I guess that's not the right thing to do. BUT, I can still protect the town, holding monsters trying to invade the city back. Or become a mercenary ; maybe that's the perfect job not to be tracked down by the Order, while being able to fight and accept rewarding quests.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">The next day, I leave the town, only leaving a short letter behind :

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">''I'm leaving, from now on I'll be a mercenary. With my skill and my armor, I'll be able to take on more challenging missions than here. I will try to come back home from time to time nevertheless.''

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">See you later,

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">C.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;line-height:100%">''P.-S. : I didn't like the pressure I had to become a kingdom champion ; now I'll be able to leave as I want. Thank you for the training though.''