Scootal00_Type-R - Some Story

 >RIIINGRIIINNGRIINGRIINGRIING
>In a daze, you draw your eyes open slowly, eyeing the alarm clock.
>6:50am
>Time to prep up for school.
>An arm extends from under the sheets, reaching out to the clock. When it reaches its mark, you slam it down on the “snooze” button.
>With that, music starts playing from the radio, making your endeavor to resume your sleep futile.
>Nothing But Thieves - Trip Switch (Official Lyric Video)
>Although you love this song, you rise up from the bed and yank the plug from the socket.
>Daily morning routine for a certain Mr. Anon Y. Mous, 1st year of PVHS.
“Anon!”
>Something hits the window of your room, presumably a pebble. Stepping over to look out, you see Norman, dressed and ready for school, leaning against your older sister’s car.
>You wave, signalling you already know the typical message.


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>”Man, that party was lit, Anon. All the girls…the fine collection of tits and ass…….”
“You don't tire out being a pervert, now do you, Norm?”
>”Huh? What do you mean ‘pervert?’”
“Fine, ‘blossoming adolescent.’”
>”That doesn't seem right, either!”
“Good lord, shut it.”
>You casually pull your hand out of your pocket and you fist makes contact with Norman’s chin, resulting in him flying about 20ft in the air.
>You don't question the physics of the results of your attacks, due to your rather violent childhood. People have told you that your mother was the same, but you don't see it.
>Norm lands next to you and immediately is back on his feet, “The fuck was that about?!”
“It was too early to deal with you being a pervert.”
>”Again with calling me a pervert?”
>The two of you walk through the gates of Ponyville High School. Rather desolate and covered in graffiti.
>PVHS is known for holding a large number of delinquents. The majority of the student body are expulsions from other schools and summing up to a largely female school.

>Not even two steps through the gates and you're already stopped by a small group of students.
>Typical high schoolers hootin and hollerin.
>The thing that sticks out like a sore thumb is the rather huge man in the front of the group.
“Is there any reason why y’all are stopping me from getting breakfast?”
>You cock an eyebrow.
>The man steps forward and you catch a closer look at his face.
“Damn you're fucking ugly.”
>”Here we go again....” Norman sighs.
>The small band of boys starts shouting and going crazy over your remark.
>”I've heard stories about you, Anonymous, and you come into this school walking tall and proud like you’re above the upper classman.”
>You lean over to Norm.
“Any idea what this guy is going on about?”
>”I think he wants to fight you, Anon.” Norman states.
“Oi, are you gonna cut to the chase or what, Jason Voorhees?”
>The crowd gets even wilder at your savagery.
>“BIG MAC IS GONNA DO YOU IN, NOW!”
>”WHEEEEW”
>”Anonymous is a savage!
>Your blood boils at the sound of you being called by your full name.
>“...E’nuff talk, Anonymous, let's f-”
>You cut Big Mac off with a punch to the face. You finish him with a drive into the ground, making him resemble an ostrich or emu, you don't really have time to remember bird, right now.
>Everyone is cut silent. The shock of a second year being put down.
>The homeroom bell chimes, signalling the start of class.
“Looks like we didn't get to score some breakfast before homeroom, eh, Norm?”
>”Yeah…” he sighs, “seems about right.”
“Any idea how we got stuck with this school again?”
>”Something about the bus not wanting to drive through the neighborhood.”
“Right…..I keep forgetting.”
>”You always forget….”


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>Later, by a river.
>Lunch time.
>You and Norm are chilling by the bank.
“I think it was a good idea to have lunch here.”

>”Sure thing…..if I could say the same for that little group you've done in right there.” Norman shoots a thumb in the direction of beaten and bruised classmate.
“What? They came at me first.”
>You state with a full mouth.
>”They always come at you first….”
“At least it was just one group, instead of practically the whole school. I don't get why everyone has a bone to pick with me. I'm only one guy.”
>”Yeah….one guy who took on 10 guys on his own and proceeded to use the river to water board the frontman of the group.”
“He did provoke me.”
>”I really don't get the saying your whole name, deal.”
“I just find it disrespectful. Like, if it's not close friends or family.”
>”Seems legit, I guess.”
>You spot something floating down the river.
>Upon a slight focus of sight, it seems like it's a flour sack containing something…..and that something is moving in a panicking fashion.
>Shit.
>You start and run for the river. You jump in just ahead of the sack and catch it by the drawstring.
>Pulling you and the cargo back onshore, you open it and make a rather dark discovery.
>An infant.
>It seems like it's living and breathing….but rather...peacefully.
“What the -”
>”The fuck was that about, Anon?”
>Norman spots what in your arms.
>”Uhhhh….what's with the baby?”
“I honestly have no clue. It was just in this sack.”
>”Are you fucking kidding me? An abandoned baby? This is the most cliché Monday possible.” Norm facepalms.
>Could've been worse, at least the baby isn't dead the both of you aren't accused of murder.
>You sense someone's shadow loom over you.
>With that, you spin on the ball of your foot and kick the side of the grunt that was standing behind you, child still in arms.
“Burying Kick!”
>With that the man flies into the side of the hill is is stuck in like a lawn dart.
>'Asshole, no one puts me in his shadow.'

>You feel the baby stir in your arms. Looking down, you find that it's awake and cooing happily, as if it found its parent or some shit like that.
>In an instant, it jumps and crawls around to your back, holding onto your shoulder.
>”Okay, I think I've seen this in an anime.”
“I was thinking the same, bruv.”
>Your phone suddenly vibrates and Knife Party '404' begins playing.
“Time to head back, so much for lunch.”
>You pick up your trash and dump it on the still unconscious bodies of the gang that attacked you.
>Later that evening.
>”uhhh….Anon?”
“What is do, sis?”
>”What's with the baby on your head?” She points worriedly.
>You shrug
“I dunno, just found ‘em in the river near by the school. Then it kinda just stuck with me the whole day.”
>”Well you’re being rather nonchalant about that.”
“Eh. Just go with the flow of things.”
>Your sister’s eyes widen. “Go? With the flow?!”
”Yeah, go with the flow.”
>She let out a sigh and walked off, dropping the conversation.
>You check the time and notice it's time to head up to bed.


>Opening the door with a yawn, you stop.
>Reasoning, the woman dressed like a maid in your room.
>’Now I really think I've seen this in an anime.’
>”It's highly likely.” She states.
>’Did she….’
>”I see you've found a friend, Master.”
“Master? You mean me?”
>”No,” The maid sharply responds, “I'm referring to the child on your shoulder, imbecile.”
“Excuse, me?”
>”Now,” she extends her arms out, “come on, it's time to head on home, Master.”
>The baby looks away, and coos in a rejecting manner.
>With this, you die of laughter.
>The maid doesn't seem very amused, though. “This is no laughing matter, human.”
>Well that brings a change of mood.
“What do you mean by that? We're not LARPing in my room, toots, unless you want some of this in bed.”
>”Cute, flattering even.” You see a small flash and dive away.

>Recovering, you see that your nightstand have been cut in half, along with the alarm clock.
“Thanks, I've been wanting to break that for the longest.”
>”I don't care for sarcasm, scum.” She holds up a rapier at a ready.
>This bitch is off the rocker.
“Looks like you take LARPing too far, mate. I'll say this once, get out of my house, before you regret it.”
>”Oh?” A smirk forms on her face. “So the worm wants to fight, now.”
“I swear, I've seen this in a fucking anime, somewhere.”
>In a teal blur, she lunges at you.
>’She’s quick!’
>You step to the side and stick your leg out and trip her.
>With a yelp and a crash, your bookshelf bit the dust. So much for your Harry Potter collection.
>At least she isn't holding that rapier, anymore.
>Sprawled out on the floor, in the rubble of books and wood, the maid looks up, with a scared innocent look. “What are you?”
>Judging from her shock, and viewing angle, you probably look extremely menacing.
“It ain't my style to harm a girl, especially one who’s name I didn't catch. I'll give you a second chance, will you please leave my house?”
>She looked you in the eye, this may not end well. “Eat shit, fool.”
>You grab her by the collar of her blouse.
“Alright, just give me your name.”
>You feel a sharp pain as her heel hits you in the gut, sending you into the bed.
>’Getting rather noisy here.’
>You remembered something….where's the kid at?
>Cheerful cooing in your ear indicates that it is obviously still on your back.
“I really don't get why you find this any fun.”
>You grab your bed sheet and quickly wrap the baby in a makeshift bag and hang it out the window.
“Alright, now that the kid is out of harms way, I can really deal wi-”
>The maid jumps on top of you, pinning you down.
>You blush heavily as her tits lightly smother your face.
>’This isn’t fair in anyway, shape, or form.’

>You push her off of you with your legs into the wall.
>Judging from that gasp, the wind got knocked out of her sails.
>Pinning her arms behind her back, you win.
“Alright….”
>You draw a deep breathe.
“....you’re fucking name, asshole.”
>”Angry, I see?” The maid snarks.
>You smack her across the back of her head.
>”Ow, what happened to “hitting girls whose name you don't know?’”
“You're testing my patience.”
>You slam her face into the floor.
“And you destroyed my room.”
>”We destroyed your room.”
“And you used your tits on me.”
>”I WHAT?!”
“Do I need to?”
>”No you don’t, I've heard right.”
”About your name, now.”
>”What the Hell is so important about knowing my name?”
>You stop and think it all over.
“Well…for one. You clearly did some breaking and entering into my home. Two, you're rather beautiful, regardless of the maid outfit. Three, you're the first woman to get me winded.”
>Her face turns red. “Okay, my name is Trixie, designated maid servant to Princess Flurry Heart, Archangel heir.”
>You've seriously gotta find out the anime you've seen this from.
”You're crazy, so much for you being a 10/10.”
>”Excuse, me, you cur?” She begins squirming in your grip, “I gave you my name AND title, can you please let me go and get that protrusion from your gro-...”
>Damn, you didn't know faces get redder than apples.
>She stays frozen, with her jaw dropped. Pretty sure she realised what it was.
>”....Is that…?”
>You nod your head
“Yes, that’s my hard-on. Impressed?”
>You sit there and witness her mental breakdown.
>Poor soul must be a kissless virgin, just like Norm….without the perversion.
>You forgot something.
>Shit, the kid is still hanging from the window.
>Jumping up and reaching for the bed sheets, you find the baby asleep.
“I need to find a spot for you to sleep.”
>You step on over to the still body of Trixie and poke her side with your foot.

“Hey, you're a woman, any idea where I can put this kid to bed?”
>You hold the baby out to her.
>The maid finally breaks out of her shock and comes to. “Huh….oh, about time you let me handle the Archangel Princess.”
>Again with the crazy act. You move the baby out of her reach and point a questioning finger at her.
“Alright, what's going on here? First, I find this kid floating down the river, then you come into my home and stir shit up. I need answers. Particularly as to what the Hell you're going on about with this Archangel business.”
>The aim of your finger draws down from her face to her chest.
“Your jugs are out again, by the way.”
>The maid yelps and twists her chest away from your view. “You're such a perv!”
>A grin breaks across your face.
“Oh, you've gotta meet Norm. If you’re calling me a pervert, you don't know nothing, yet.”
>Trixie fixes herself and lets out a sigh.
“The infant in your arms is a Princess. Princess Flurry Heart, heir to the designation of Archangel of Love. Though...it doesn't seem to show in her likings and demeanor.”
>Totally saw this in a anime somewhere.
”So….basically that one little girl that's rebellious in the rich, happy, white family?”
>”What?”
“Nevermind, continue.”
>”It is very rare that the Archangels breed and have an heir, but due the the Heavens Accords, it is a requirement that heirs are raised within a contracted family. The choice is the heir's”.
”So….I was contracted by a child of one of God’s right hand men?”
>”Women.”
“Huh?”
>”The birthmother of Flurry Heart is Archangel Cadence. The Archangel of Love. I was hoping that she would've found a different contractor, other than a brute like you, but….things went awry.”
“So you're the one that dropped her in the river?”
>”I DID NO SUCH THING, SOME THUGS THOUGHT IT WOULD BE AMUSING TO OVER POWER ME AND I LOST SIGHT OF THE PRINCESS DURING THE ENCOUNTER!!”

>You take your hands off of your ears.
“Pipe it down, will ya? My sister is sleeping. You should be lucky that you were dealing with me and not her.”
>”I care not for any filthy human, they're all the same.”
>Well, that's very nice of her to say.
>”Digression over with, are you satisfied with the enlightenment?”
>You yawn and scratch your head.
“Sure, I guess I can believe it.”
>You put the Princess in her arms.
“Take care of her while I catch some z’s will ya?”
>Not a word is uttered from the maid afterwards. She simply begins the process of ensuring that Flurry is asleep.
“By the way, this ‘brute’ won't kick you out, ‘nite.”


>Later, that night.
>You eyes open half lidded and eye the clock….4:37am….
>You suddenly sense movement on your bed.
>You normally sleep with barely any covering so you get a full view of what your new guest in bed is doing.
>It’s the maid, Trixie.
>It doesn't seem that she has noticed that you're awake, so you keep watching for her next move.
>She slowly creeps up over your crotch.
>sweatingman.jpg
>She grabs your briefs by the waistband and gently pulls them down.
>Really can’t help not getting hard at this point.
>When she finally brings your underwear down past your junk, her eyes widen when it flops out at 68%.
>The humidity of her breathing down on you makes you twitch a little.
>Suddenly a small teal, aura-like glow appears on her forehead. You don't remember seeing anything there that would cause it.
>You feeling a gentle pressure on your balls as if she was holding them in her hand.
>You stifle a groan which immediately stops everything.
>She looks up at you. The glow disappeared along with the sensation on your gems.
>Convinced that you haven't awakened, she resumes playing with you. This time, using her hand to massage your sack.
>’Lord, this is fucking sensational.’

>Wrapping her hand around the base of your now fully erect dick, she lowers her mouth and begins sucking on a nad.
>You don't know how you're able to hold back every reaction possible through just sheer will.
>You feverishly twitch in her hand as she keeps on the assault of your balls.
>You can't help but move your legs from the bliss and it seems as though the maid doesn't care about whether you're awake or not at this point.
>With a “pop!” she releases your nuts and with that breaks your verbal ministrations as you let out a loud groan.
>Trixie looks up at your strained face with a lustful grin as she rises up and pulls her blouse down, revealing her bust.
>”I see that you're awake.” She breathes with tone that feeds the demon within.
>You remain silent, waiting for her next move.
>The maid wraps your heated pole with her tits and slowly begins tit fucking you.
>”I've been wanting to use these on you when I first laid eyes on you, Contractor.”
>Contractor
>The word ruined it until she speed things up and began fellating the tip.
>You toss your head back as your hands shoot up and on her head.
>So much for believing she was a kissless virgin.
>A pressure builds up the base of your cock and you make your final stand.
>Trixie takes notice of this and runs your full length down her gullet.
>Your grip on her head tightens and you buck your hips as you release your load down the maid’s throat.
>She gags from the initial burst and a glob escapes from the corner of her lips, yet she continues to keep her face planted against your crotch.
>When you are emptied of every drop, she slowly releases you and lets you go with with a wet “POP.”
>The last thing you bear witness to is the maid kissing the side of your length before your refractory period pulls you back into your slumber.


>killer queen by queen with lyrics
>You wake up to your phone alarm.

>Checking the time, it seems as though you over slept.
>Realising this, you shoot up and look out the window. Norman isn't outside waiting for you, confirming your suspicion of being fucking late.
>A hand lightly grips your shoulder and pulls you back down.
>Startled you throw a punch, only to have it caught by the maid. Judging from the steam coming off, you threw something that Mike Tyson would look up to.
>”Had a good night, Contractor?”
>Again with being called “Contractor.”
“Aside from sleeping in, it was nice. Care to explain the fun you had with me in the middle of the night?”
>”That? Oh…” the maid breaks eye contact and blushes. “....I left out the part where it's the duty of the maid servant to aid in the growth of their respective master, didn't I?”
>You give her a stupid look.
>”I'll be taking that as a ‘yes.’”
>You still need to know about this crazy bitch and the kid that you picked up.
“So…..sexual acts aid in the growth of Flurry? That's the craziest shit I've ever heard.”
>”I'm afraid it is true. She i-”
“Is the daughter of the Archangel of Love, blah, blah.”
>A stinging sensation hits your cheek.
>’She’s definitely quick.’
>”Don't you dare interrupt me when I am speaking, cretin!”
>You laugh it off.
”Okay, mom, sorry.”
>With a huff, Trixie crosses her arms, “Now I'm sure your filthy race of people know what the respective Archangels represent.”
>Rubbing your cheek thoughtfully, you reply
“No, I clearly don't.”
>”Fine, let Trixie fill you in. For starters, the Archangel of Love represents and overlooks pharmacists, nurses, doctors, guardian angels, and (of course) love.”
>You raise your hand.
>”What is it?” the maid fumes.
“What do you mean by guardian angels?”
>”I will get to that at a later time.”
>So much for learning about mythical creatures.
>”The Archangel of Knowledge is for your basic news, mail men, telecommunications, and such.”

“Now ain't that a shitty job.”
>”SILENCE!”
>You shrink back and put your hands up.
“Sorry, don't shoot!”
>”Last warning, Contractor.”
>You don't like the look in her eye.
>”The final Archangel is the Archangel of Wrath.”
>You like the sound of this one.
>”She represents police, military, and generally anything that you don't want to fuck with. Which leaves guardian angels.”
>’About time.’
>”Guardian angels are basically angels that carry attributes from all three of the Archangels, speed, defense, and power. You don't want to encounter one if you wish to stay in the world of the living.”
“Why is that?”
>”Because they have received special training and blessings from all three of the Archangels. Consider them as a militia that carries out the whim of the three.”
>”Where do you stand with them?”
>The maid crosses her arms, “Hmph, they bear no match for a maid servant of the Archangel of Love.”
“I bet that you hardly stand a chance against one.”
>”What?!” Her face is completely red, “Trixie can so take on a group of five and come out standing on top.”
>You cock an eyebrow.
“Yet you couldn't put me down.”
>”The Princess was on your shoulder! I cannot put her in harm’s way!”
“Yet, you still fought me.”
>The maid looks away, “S-shut up….”
>You get up and the maid grabs your arm to stop you. “By the way, you can't get more than 15 meters away from the Princess, otherwise, it won't end well for you.”
>You’ve gotta find out that anime, tonight.
>Letting out a sigh
“Fine, it shouldn't be a problem. Can you let me get ready for school, now. I'm running a tad bit late.”
>Looking like the world was wiped out before her eyes, Trixie reluctantly let your hand go.
“Since you’ve seen what I've got, already, I won't hafta push you out of my room. In short, you can watch.”

>”As if I want to see that disgusting body of yours again.” The maid crosses her arms and looks away. You couldn't help but laugh.
>’She digs me.’


>After going through a few debacles unscathed, you finally make it to your 3rd period, catching odd looks when you go and take your seat.
>”Uhhh, what's with the kid on your back?” Norman leans over.
>You kick your feet up and lean back in the chair.
“Nothing important to you.”
>”It kinda is considering that the whole class is starting at you.”
>You scan the room and find out that Norm is right.
“They should take a picture, it'll last longer.”
>Norman turns back forward in his seat, shaking his head.
>You sense that you're being watched and look out the window.
>Nothing
>Just trees and grass.
>You dismiss it as paranoia from the story that Trixie gave you earlier.
>Looking back down on your desk, you find a note.
>Upon opening, the first impression is that it clearly isn't a guy that wrote this message. Hand writing is too clean.
>’Meet up at the school yard at 4:30.’
>Literally two hours after school. Who the fuck stays out that late.


>Later, at the school yard.
>This is bullshit.
>It's 4:30 and no one is in sight.
>Flurry is getting agitated on top of that. You might have to get home very soon.
>When you turn for home, there's a woman waiting at the gate.
>She is wearing a white trench coat with the school uniform underneath. Though, instead of the standard skirt as a bottom, she’s wearing joggers.
>The most oddball thing about her is that large mass of hair she has.
>”It is my best guess that you're Anon.”
“Perhaps, and it is my best guess that you're the one who called me out here.”
>”Perhaps. The name is Adagio.”
“Cool…”
>You thumb at Flurry
“My friend here seems to be getting hungry and I was about to start for home. Care to cut to the chase?”

>”My close group of friends notified me that a first year is catching a rise.”
“And?”
>”I’ve wanted to see you in action myself.”
>In a blink of an eye, Adagio is standing next to you. You sense the attack and see it, but it doesn't make contact with you.
>’What the Hell is going on here.’
>Adagio jumps back a distance away from you. In her hand is a wooden sword.
>You forgot to Google that anime again.
>”What the fuck was that?! My sword made contact and you didn't even budge!”
“And you're asking me?”
>Princess Flurry coos excitedly on your shoulder.
>’Could the kid be behind this?’
>Adagio dash towards you again, sword at the ready to put you down.
>Waiting for the right moment, you just out of the way.
>In a flash, the swordswoman pivots on the ball of her foot and goes for the jab.
>’Shit, should’ve dove.’
>Before your very eyes, just before the tip hits your gut, you see a pink layer form between you and the weapon.
>’What the fuck is going on here?!’
>The sword sticks, and the girl struggles to pull it back out.
>”What in the Gods name is going on here?” Adagio’s eyes widen in shock.
>Who gives a shit. You just need to get home.
>Grabbing hold of the sword, you break it.
“Sorry about this.”
>You bring your fist to her diaphragm and knock the wind out of her.
>When she falls to her knees, gasping for air, you book it. Trixie has more explaining to do.
>Surprisingly enough, Flurry is giggling with joy.
“I'm gonna take an impromptu rain check on that duel you want. Laters!”


>You run up the stairs and burst through the door of your room.
>The maid is quietly sipping tea and reading a book on your bed.
>The one thing you notice is that the mess from last night is nonexistent. As if it never happened.
>You decide not to bother with asking.
>Trixie looks up and sees the two of you with a smile her face.
“Princess! Contractor! Welcome home!”
>Now why is she…?


“You seem like you're in a really good mood, today.”
>”What? Did you expect me, Trixie, to have a really bad demeanor at all times? I gave you head for fucks sake, not try to cut your head off in your sleep.”
>You put your hands up in defense.
“Alright, alright. Sorry. Just assumed from what happened last night and the rage from this morning, cool it.”
>”It's alright, I suppose, so Trixie forgives you.”
>She closes the gap between the two of you and traces a hand down your chest and to your crotch. Making eye contact with you, she give your package a light squeeze. “How about round two?”
>Lightly pushing her off, you respond.
“How about no.”
>Before the defeated look on her face tugs at your heart, you cut to what you wanted to know about.
“Something just happened on the way home.”
>”Oh? Did you find a human to commit intercourse with and help in the growth of the Princess?”
“God, no. You wish I was a thot like that.”
>”Trixie apologizes for having high hopes.”
“Whatever, listen….I was attacked today by someone just as quick as you, if not, quicker.”
>The maid’s demeanor changes that. “Go on, I assume you've made the right choice and turned heel on a guardian angel.”
“No, it was a student...girl at that. Long story, short, I was attacked. Brutally, I might add, and I got out without a scratch.”
>”You expect me to believe that you let a human woman nearly defeat you?”
“It’s not that. When she went hit me with her weapon, I saw a pink film form between me and the sword and block the blow. In fact, it stopped it dead in its tracks and wouldn't let it go.”
>”Interesting…” the maid feels your chest again.
“I said no already.”
>”Take of your shirt.”
“What?”
>”I said, take off your shirt.” Trixie demands.
“Bitch, this isn't time to be playing aro-”

>The maid draws her rapier from thin air and, in a blur, shreds your top. When the sword disintegrates from her hand, she holds up a mirror. “As I thought.”
>’When the fuck….’
>On your chest is a tribal like tattoo. You don't remember going out to get one, let alone being brave enough to deal with the needle. It oddly looks like a heart is chains.
>You grab your phone to Google the anime and you find out the battery is dead.
>’Fuck it, gotta roll with it, I guess.’
>”The royal crest look great on you, Contractor.” The maid runs her hand down your chest and traces your abs.
“Oi, hands off.”
>You smack her hand away.
“Gotta pay the toll. 20 for looking, 50 for touching.”
>”There's no such thing as these ‘tolls’ where I'm from.” Trixie's hand runs further down to your groin.
>’Good grief.’
>You grab her wrist and twist it, causing the maid to whimper in pain.
“Seriously. I'd like to, but the kid is awake and is watching. I get the whole crazy ass shit going on with you two, but no.”
>You pin her arm behind her back and bend her over the bed. Leaning over, you whisper:
“Now you have 10 seconds to explain this faggot ass shit on my chest or else.”
>”Or else what?” The maid challenges.
“You won't get any dick for the rest of the month.”
>”Wait, what?!”
>From the reaction, looks like you’ve found something to blackmail her with.
“Did I fucking stutter?”
>”Fine,” Trixie sighs, “when you fell back to sleep I may have completed the contracting process.”
>You cock an eyebrow.
>”I may have drawn a bit of blood from you and gave it to the Princess.”
>The narrowing of your eyes beat her down further.
“....a-and maybe a bit of your semen was in the mix….”
>That was a mean ass gag you held down. The whole ordeal is becoming a little hard to process and mentally prepare for.
“Still doesn’t explain the film that stopped attacks towards me.”

>”That’s is the Princess’ power. Remember? Heir to the title of Archangel of Love? You’ve been blessed with defensive magic. Consider yourself lucky,” the maid grunts underneath you.
>With a deep breath, you lean forward and nib on the maiden’s ear before saying “Thank you, I've heard enough,” and then finish her off with a slap on her firm ass.
“I’m gonna head out for a nice long walk, laters.”
>Trixie remains silently sprawled on your bed, a result of the teasing you've rewarded her with.
>’Man, what a pain.’
>You lightly scratch at the royal crest under your shirt. You wish that this was a prank or a really wild, realistic dream.
>At the moment, Flurry Heart sleeps rather peacefully on your shoulder.
>’Basically a goddess made a contract with me….and I have to have sexs if I want to be able to use more of whatever powers she’s got….’
>Taking a seat on a bench you came across, you sit and continue thinking the situation over. Though, it is short lived when you heard footsteps in the grass.
>’God damn.’
“Care to explain why is it that you're sneaking up on me for?”
>”We still haven't finished our dance, Anonymous.”
“Oh…?”
>You look over your shoulder and see Adagio, the girl who has challenge you earlier in the day.
“I thought I said I'll take a rain check.”
>”I thought I didn't agree with that.”
>’Touché’
>Your face mildly flushed red when you realise what it is that Adagio is wearing.
>It appears that she changed out into sleep wear. The kind that covers everything, but still bares it all.
>’Sweet navel exposure’
“Oi, where's your sword at?”
>”You broke it, remember asshole?”
>Oh yeah….
>Jumping up from the bench, you bring your arms up in defense.
“Hey, I didn't mean to, okay. You attacked me and I had no other cho-”
>The smirk on her face makes you stop.

>”It's alright, Anon,” She slaps her hand on your shoulder, “it's the dead of night and either of us are ready for anything. I hope you don't mind if I enjoy the silence with you.”
>Her smile takes a more sincere form, easing your concerns.
“Alright, I'm fine with that.”
>Sitting back down on the bench, you lean back into a more comfy position…..whereas Adagio sits down and then lays her head on your lap….
>’This is unexpected.’
>In silence, you take a chance at taking in her figure.
>Since she is dressed to sleep, Adagio had put her massive poof of hair into a pair of tight buns. This makes her figure seem slightly smaller.
>Her chest is almost reasonably flat, and since she's not wearing a bra, you guesstimate A cups.
>Moving down from there, you begin to see where her speed comes from. Though, already lean built in her upper body, her waist bells out rather wide into her well toned thighs. Run your view down to her calves, the muscles have cut into her figure. That explains the joggers she wore earlier, instead of the school issue skirt.
>Your views pans back up to the night sky and you resume relaxing.
>Mindlessly, your hand drops from the top of the bench and rests on Adagio's thigh.
>It is when she takes a deep breath and fidgety about on your lap that you take notice of what you did.
“Huh? OH SHIT! I'm sorry, I guess I got a little too comfortable….”
>Your hand shoots up off of Adagio and you blush a deep red.
>”I-It’s okay, I'm f-fine with it….Please go on….” she utters in a bashful way, “I will remember this moment when I defeat you tomorrow.”
>The image of a giraffe coming above the treeline enters your head.
>’Shit, time to go.’
>Before Adagio notices, you lightly shake her and notify her that you have to leave.
>She gets up and rubs her eye. “...gotta go Anonymous?”

>For some odd reason, you let this one slide. That was a little too cute to get pissed at. Must've been the puppy eyes and the fact that Adagio was falling asleep on you.
“....yeah.”
>Getting up, you start for home. A bit of snoring echoes in your ear as Flurry sleeps soundly on your shoulder.


>When you back home and into your room, you are met with a sight.
>Trixie is laying in your bed, asleep….but naked.
>She looks better than from when you see her normally. Actually, maid outfit made her look a little plumper.
>The only thing plump about her is her E cups, flowing down to slim belly and then belling out to a fair waist and ass.
>The one thing that catches your eye is the glistening moisture from her snatch.
>’Yare yare, she was waiting for me to get back for more fun.’
>You pluck the still sleeping Flurry Heart and plant her next to Trixie and grab some sheets from the hallway closet.
>’Looks like I'm in the dog house tonight.’
>”So how was your night, bruv?”
“Kinda eventful, it really sucks that this kid has to go wherever I go.”
>Norman stops, “What do you mean by that?”
>’Oh shit, I never really filled him in.’
“Well...it's a long story.”


>”....you lucky sonofabitch….”
“What? How am I so lucky now?”
>”You’ve got a hot maid at home! One that wants to fuck you on a daily!” Norman throws his hands in the air.
“It’s not like I actually *like* the idea of that.”
>You shoot a thumb at Flurry.
“Especially with the weird business with this kid.”
>”But you get *laaaaiiiid.* Understand? L. A. I. D. Laid.”
>Reaching over, you smack Norm across the face. For a second it seemed like his head did a 360 like an owl.
“Such an annoying pervert. Good thing you haven't met her, yet. You'd probably be dead by now.”
>”C’mon, Anon, ladies dig my charm,” Norman rubs his reddened cheek.
“And how often do you date?”