User blog:Ore-samma/My Satyros (dimension paring)

Hello Fans, Ore-Samma here!

The Satyros description makes for a rather hard story idea for a one-shot.

So, I took away her flute, her drinks and made her deal with a temporary deaf human.

Time to think outside the box

Ever your Servant-

Ore-Samma

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I shouldn’t have gone out tonight! I thought ruefully as I slowed my motorcycle again on the wet mountain road to a measly 35mph.

Normally I’d fly through the mountain pass averaging around 80mph, the wind whipping through my hair- day or night, it didn’t make a difference! I was young, wild and free! And the speed was a drug that I just couldn’t get enough of.

I remember scoffing at the weather warning of heavy fog and ground precipitation, but I could have never imagined that I would be almost walking my motorcycle through the mountain pass as I slowed yet again to 20mph.

The fog grew thicker, and seemed to have a purplish haze to it now. I decided to not take any chances and pulled off as far into the gravel side as I could and stopped.

Whatever idiot decided to put purple tinted headlights on wasn’t going to hit me today! I swear!

But as I stopped and looked around, the purple light seemed to be everywhere…..strange…

I coaxed my bike back to life and continued, now at 5mph, barely able to see beyond my front tire.

The purple tinge to the fog thickened, now looking artificial. I could no longer see my front tire and resorted to putting my hazards on and walking my bike on the side.

Then- the fog was gone in an eyeblink.

I looked about, and realized that I must have taken a wrong turn, as the road I was on was nothing more than a dirt path. I looked back to where the mountain was, but it wasn’t there anymore.

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A chilling sensation settled into my heart as I mounted my bike and started to go down the dirt road, hoping I would make it to someplace with a gas station.

As the road went on and on, and the fuel needle getting closer to E my panic increased. I revved the throttle and knew I had to be somewhere soon!

A flash of motion caught my eye and I looked over my shoulder- what was that?

I looked back and screamed, far too late to stop my collision with a fallen tree.

The world tumbled over and over as I fell down the side of a ridge. My body was helpless against the onslaught of damage and pain.

My mind disjointedly visited the notion of dying in the middle of nowhere before everything tumbled into a sudden darkness.

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A sharp pain in my side and leg woke me, letting me know that I was indeed still alive.

I groaned and noticed that I was sitting with my back against a tree. A fire was burning not too far from me…. But something was strange.

I tried to get my helmet off, but my left side exploded in agony, causing me to scream-

Wait- did I scream?

I started to pant-

Wait, was I panting?

I took in a deep breath, against the agony my body felt and screamed….. but …. I couldn’t hear it. I couldn’t hear my breathing. I couldn't hear my gloves over my jacket. I couldn’t hear the fire!

I cried out again, no! This wasn’t how it was supposed to end! Wait- was I going to die? I had to get this helmet off! Yes! That was it! The helmet and the trauma was causing my hearing to be all funny!

With my right arm and hand, I finally got my helmet off and started to test my hearing

Hello?

Hello?

''Can you hear me? Can I hear this?''

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I exhaled silently and felt my eyes well up. I was deaf. How did that happen? I reached with both hands and screamed again, from the pain in my side. I resumed feeling my head with only my right and felt around my head.

Oh shit…

There was a large gash, I looked at my helmet and saw a large stone embedded in the side. Its sharp edge was coated in blood.

I rested my head back and looked to the night sky.

''Well, this is it. I am going to die, I'' thought.

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I wondered how long it would take before I would succumb to my wounds when a person stepped into my view. It was a woman wearing funny cosplay ram horns and holding a strange musical instrument. Her face was turned into a scowl and flushed an angry red. She placed her hands on her hips that looked like goat legs….probably a professional cosplayer. She leaned over almost intending to show off her cleavage and her mouth started to move, pushing out words that I couldn’t hear but were no doubt expressing frustration and anger.

I waited until she stopped moving her mouth and pointed to my ear.

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'' I can’t hear you, I’m deaf. Could you please call an ambulance? ''

Her facial expression immediately went into shock and then back to frustration. Her mouth started moving again, and I decided to just ignore her and pawed for my phone. Thankfully it survived and I checked for signal.

Zero bars. Great.

My phone was yanked from my hand and again, this strange girl just kept working her mouth, now her eyes were closed, obviously yelling now.

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'' Ambulance! I’m dying! ''

She stopped moving her mouth and now her face looked concerned. She reached in her pouch and held out a bottle.

'' Hey! I could use a drink too! ''

I uncorked the bottle and took a whiff. '' Oh no! No way, I can’t drink that- I am allergic to alcohol, it will kill me if I drink it. ''

The girl seemed even more shocked now. She looked at the bottle that I corked and returned to her in one hand, and her musical instrument in the other. Her face was a mixture of denial, rage, shock and even more shock.

She put aside the bottle and instrument and pulled out a different bottle. This one was glowing a vibrant purple-blue. She pointed to the bottle with the alcohol and shook her head, and pointed to the bottle and patted her stomach and licked her lips.

I sighed, '' okay fine. I suppose I’m dying anyway. So, if you’re lying to me it won’t matter. Could you get some help though? I feel like I’m fading away. ''

I took a whiff of the bottle and my mouth salivated. It smelled like coconut, lime, and passion fruit. I took a sip and felt my body rejoice and burn at the same time. I started to put the bottle away, as I didn’t exactly like the burning sensation when the girl seized the bottle and shoved the neck of it down my throat and pinched my nose. Her mouth moving again, her eyes filled with irritation.

My throat almost seized from the sudden intrusion, but the neck of the bottle must have been past my windpipe and the liquid just poured down my throat and responded in reflex.

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'Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!'

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I coughed, expecting my side to erupt in pain again, but it only burned.

A vibration resounded in my body as she yanked the bottle from my throat and tossed it aside, her mouth moving again, hands still on hips cleavage still on full display and the girl still unaware that I couldn’t hear her.

'' Still can’t hear you. '' I shrugged.

The girl’s face went from a darker shade of red to an alarming violet. She opened her mouth in what I imagined was a scream. She threw down her instrument and started jumping on top of it.

A flash of light flared, blinding us both. I closed my eyes and waited for the glare to burn out.

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“Of all the bad luck that I had to go through, why is the ONLY man that could possibly be mine is deaf?” She wailed. “This is the most cruel irony! By all mamono! And he can’t drink either? It’s like this man was purpose-built to be incompatible and constructed of irony!”

“Hey!” I said, my eyes now adjusting. “I can hear you now!”

The girl looked to me, her face turned so mad I thought she would get violent.

“You…. ' what?!?! '” She screamed.

“I don’t know what you did, but I can hear you!”

She covered her mouth, her eyes now glowing red, making me wonder if this was a dream of if she was some kind of monster. “For your sake, I hope you can’t….cause if you can….”

“What?” I said shrugging. “It’s not like I did this on purpose! I got my head cut open by a rock and-” I stopped and felt my head, “Hey! My head is better! What was that drink? Are- are you an angel?” I said, feeling a sort of awe filling my mind.

She clenched her hand into a shaking fist and slowly lowered it. “An…. an….an ANGEL?!?!?” She screamed and rushed to me, pounding her fists against my arms that I now raised in defense.

“Hey- cut it out! Hey! Stop it!” I cried, pushing her away.

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The woman stumbled over her awkward cosplay pants that also included footwear to make it look like her feet were hooves. She stumbled and fell over a log and I heard glass shatter and a loud snap- punctuated by her piercing cry of pain.

My body reacted before my brain remembered how badly injured I was and I stood. I felt a panic as I expected another burst of pain, but it never came.

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What was in that drink? I wondered as I stepped to the girl who was now crying in a heap of broken glass and spilled liquor.

“Oh man! Wha- what happened?” I cried out stepping closer, barely dodging a stick she threw at my head.

“What do you think happened?” She cried out! “You pushed me, and- and-” She raised the neck of one of her bottles that was missing its bottom and tossed it aside. “And now I don’t have anything to drink, I can’t play my flute, and-and-” She started bawling and pointed to her lower leg.

I winced. It was already badly swollen. I moved closer. “Okay, let's take off these pants so we can see how bad it is.”

The girl immediately stopped bawling and looked up at me with a mixture of outrage and happiness.

“M-m-my pants? Were you just teasing me all along?” She said her eyes were still wide and a hot blush to her cheeks.

“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you, so just take them off so I can take care of you, cause like it or not- you're going to take the help I am going to give you, okay!” I looked at her shocked expression that started to mix in with a little fear and happiness. Man… I was sick of her always over-the-top emotional reactions and I lost my temper.

“'Just do it! Take off your pants!'” I shouted.

“Eeeeeee!” She squealed, half in fear, half in some weird expression of joy. She unfastened the pants she wore over her cosplay legs and tossed them aside. “Just be gentle with me, my foot hurts so much!” She said in a breathless voice.

I sighed. Was this the most dense cosplayer in the world? I reached forward and started to grab the hem / top of her cosplay pants and-

“Wait a second! These aren't pants?” I said, feeling around the part of her body where her skin-tight fur met her lower stomach.

“No! These are!” She said, waving the pants she just removed.

“Wait a second did you think-” I looked down and noticed her female genitalia, wet and already opened somewhat. It had a heady scent and I looked up at her. "You thought that I-" my words were suddenly cut off by her legs wrapping around my body.

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“Yes! That is exactly what I did think! What did you think?” She said almost in a snarl, her mouth sporting small fangs and her red eyes glowing again. She shifted her body and was now on top of me. She made a distinct show of removing her top and unzipped my jacket, then my pants. She pulled them down and leaned close to my face, her breath smelling of fragrant wine.

She stuck her tongue out and closed one hand around my throat while the other pinched my nose again.

I tried to breathe but couldn’t.

I tried to move her hands away, but her strength was unnatural.

I opened my mouth and her tongue slid over and around mine. Her lips pressed against my lips and she let go of my throat and her breath filled my lungs, and turned my mind into a hazy fog.

She lowered her body over mine, and I felt her hips part to make way for my flesh. She kept one hand still on my throat, one hand pinching my nostrils. She would inhale through her nose, the air passing over my face like a cool wind, then exhale into my lungs, our kiss still unbroken by her slow, almost drunken motions.

She continued to make love to me, her moans and mine sending sweet vibrations to each other’s throat and mind. Drinking her saliva like it was the sweetest of drinks. Her red eyes continued to glow, broken every so often by her blinking that made the entire vision widely exotic.

I felt the climax mount, and she finally let go of my throat and nose and reared back; her hair pinwheeling like a glorious cascade, her hands now on my chest, her fingernails digging through my leather jacket and cutting into my skin. She licked the blood off her fingers and her body went rigid as I climaxed deep inside her.

We lay there, panting; our breath mingling and misting in the moonlight. She looked down upon me with this silly drunken grin that I couldn’t help but return.

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(later)

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I felt my spirits rise as I saw the Tavern Rolle described earlier.

“Hey.” I called out softly to Rolle who was asleep, riding piggyback with me. “We made it, almost there now.

Rolle stirred and yawned. “Mmmm? Really? Wow, you’re so strong, Bastion!” She said with a kiss to my cheek.

I looked to Rolle’s bandaged foot, thankfully it was more likely a harsh sprain than a break. “Hey, how’s your foot feeling?”

She wiggled it a little and hissed. “It still hurts. Not as much as before, but a little more rest and I’ll be okay.” She caressed my chest and face as she rested her head against my back again. “Bastion, I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time earlier.” She cooed. “I just never would have thought I would have to win my husband’s heart without my music or drinks.”

I laughed. Along our journey, Rolle gave me enough information to realize that I was farther from home in these lands, than Dorothy was in the Land of Oz. “You know…. You may never agree, but I think that makes it all the better, wouldn’t you say?”

I felt Rolle shrug, “Ah, who knows. I’m just so happy right now. We’re together. That’s all that matters to me. Tomorrow I can think more about that- but tonight, I just want to take a warm bath, have some ice-cold prisoner fruit wine, have some roast beef with Holstaur cheese and sleep in a proper bed….. Right after we finish what we started last night.”

I felt my own stomach rumble, and my tired body rejoice at the imagery she called forth.

“Yep, I think that sounds about right to me too.”