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"NoOOoo... no, no, no, no, noooooh...!" The boy waved his hands forward while shaking his head as he took a quick step back from the oversized pair of scissors. The last thing he wanted was for his only clothes to become a bunch of streamer ribbons. Anything sharp in the hands of Hunter was also an automatic panic especially with those gardening shears. But what he did not want damaged most of all was the scarf he wore due to its sentimental connection as a gift from someone special. So as to keep it safe it was the first thing he relinquished, kneeling down he loosened it with his hands pulling it forward before folding it carefully over his arm using the back of his palm to knock away any bits of dirt that may have remained from his ''greeting'' at the door step, setting it aside neatly next to his person.

He took deep breaths slowly rising from his position as he looked back at the waiting man ahead of him. "Okay..." The boy mustered out watching as the room began to tilt and spin from the tension. "Here goes..." The boy reached under his large sweater, fingers undoing his belt with the faint sound of little dinks from the buckle as he pulled out the the long strip of dark leather making the light brown pants visible begin to sag as it was dropped to the floor. Next was the zipper and button, Ripley's cheeks dusting a visible red as his gaze was pointed downward trying to feel out the two with his fingers underneath the orange fabric.

He eventually got it, with the hands drawing down the waistband of the long Khaki pants allowing for each foot to slip its way out of the pants leg as he hoped between them. Folding up the pants once more over his arm before throwing it down to his side. The boy only sporting as pair of socks on his lower half as the big orange sweater covered down to the tops of the 11 year old's thighs. "Can you..." Ripley lifted his head while pushing the sweater fabric further down, speaking in a low tone that almost retreated into a whisper. "Could you maybe... at least... turn...?"

After quickly realizing how stupid of a question that must have been made his face then nodded back to the ground as he tried to shake away the moment away in his mind however nothing could stop him from feeling light headed about undressing in front of a stranger like this, nothing. And yet for the sake of his clothes not turning into rags he had to proceed. After all he was in the presence of a man in his bath robe. Gripping onto the bottom of his sweater once again he lifted both it and his grey undershirt up over his head exposing his chest to the cold air of the room making the young body shiver as he struggled to pull the two off, needing the support of his legs as they stumbled around in an unbalanced circle.

Until finally with a great gasp of air he managed to get free the suffocating pair dropping them to the ground with a heavy *plat!*. Almost immediately Ripley began to wrap his arms around his chest feeling cold as he stood there in nothing but sock and a blue rimmed pair of teddy bear briefs, the cheeks on his face beginning to glow considerably red in the process. His body on the other hand was a lot less mature compared to his peers often getting mistaken for a 4th graders or oven a 3rd graders, his skin a lighter tone as you could tell he did not get out much with a few soft highlights of pink here and there around his shoulders, knees and elbows with the standard smooth and hairless form like most boys his age.

Audible deep breaths could be heard as the inhale and exhale of the boy's smooth chest could be seen in great detail, Ripley giving a short rub to his shoulders in an attempt to keep warm and calm, he still had on piece left after all. two if the man wanted to be mean. Though he had hoped that he would have heard Hunters voice tell him to stop by this point. He struggled for a bit at the last part as his fingers hesitated as they curled into the waistband of his briefs, this was it... Just one more piece... come on... come on...

The boy stood there for a solid 5 seconds as his blue eyes locked onto his undergarments before being shut as he mustered the willpower to bring them down. And he did, the dark haired boy's uncut member and small package bobbing about as he quickly brought one knee out from one leg hole to the next before the boy discarded them on the ground next to the rest of his clothes. By now the boys face was so red and hot from the embarrassment it was almost feverish, he could not even look at the other as he squatted down to the floor both trying to conserve warmth and partly hide away his body. He was not sure if he could really do this. "Iz it---" Ripley began after a long moment of silence, while rubbing the tops of his knees. "Is it okays if I just keep th' scarf? Blease?"

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"Of course not," said Hunter, pocketing the scissors and holding out his hand, with an intense, unflinching stare. One thing was obvious. The boyo was already terrified of him. His favorite emotion: fear. The once defiant-toned, demanding brat had already changed his tone, though. This job was going to be easier than he thought.

He wondered why the scarf, in particular was so important to the boy, though. Most kids, at least from what he had heard from colleagues, would try hardest to keep their underwear, if nothing else. If that were the case, then the scarf could prove useful later on.

"And once that scarf is off," he continued, "You are going to pick up everything, make sure everything is neatly folded, and place everything, except that scarf, in the safe."

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"Oh, Oh-kay then..." Spoke the naked boy hearing that there might be a glimmer of hope to keep his most favorite article, taking a brief stand with an emphasis on covering his privates of course as he walked to each side of his area to kneel down and fold each discarded pair of clothing. His pants, his underwear, the two shirts of his sweater and the under one which had the logo ''skate or die'' plastered on its front all folded up and stacked with his belt which he coiled on top.

They weren't folded in the cleanest fashion with a few creases here and a few wrinkles there but they were gathered up none the less and carried them slowly over to the metal box and placed inside its cavity. "There..." Affirmed the boy stepping back as his hands returned to covering his package, it was a dreaded process as he felt even more vulnerable now more than ever. "Is there anytime where I can gets them back...? I really miss my sweater rights now, mostly 'cause it keeps me warm..."

"I just wanna know why your gonna lock away my clothes like this, I doubt they can runs away or something, Hunter... I mean Sir Hunter... Sir, is that what you wants to be called?" asked the boy raising his head to the level of the other and giving the back of it a scratch, clearly trying his best to make conversation. Perhaps to take his mind off the exposure of his body. He had his guesses on why the man would want him to go naked outside of the most cruel and obvious ideas, maybe he was one of those nudists.

He did wear a bathrobe after all, maybe inside his house was some sort of no clothes rule. Something Ripley could not understand since he's been bundled up in layers for most of his life. Either way it was better to go probing now than risk insulting the man later, after all this whole ordeal pretty much locked him into the house till be could get back his lost clothes.

[Assistant] Hunter locked the safe and set the scarf on top of it, "Depending on how your rehabilitation goes, you might get this back." He then ushered the boy out of the room, down the hallway, and into the main parlor, where the fire still crackled away. "Now, Ripley," Hunter said, closing the door behind them, "Tell me in your own words why you're here."

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"Really?" Asked Ripley as followed the man out of the room to the next part of the house. "'cause I thinks I really need those now..." The boy pattered his feet to keep up with the other man as they came into the parlor room which much to his surprise led him right back into the front room area, with the bearskin rug sanded chair and other interesting things. As well was the fire place which provided Ripley with some much needed warmth as the low yellow glow made shadows flickers across the room. Ripley examined the expansive room more closely, it was very much a lot for just one man alone he thought as his feet trudged onto the bearskin rug. _Mister Hunter is prolly pretty lonely here, no wonder he acts so weird._

However this thought would be cut short by a glance of the boys eyes as they saw an the long table next to the entrance of the room some dark colored liquid in a fancy bottle he recognized as alcohol, the very sight of it making his mouth water. Alas it was short lived as he felt the door shut behind him with a command from Hunter to explain why he ended up here in the first place. "Why I'm here?" The boy repeated back trying to think. "Well, besides dad being angry I think it has to do withs how I respon-ted to this other boy last month. You see I walk to school every day and pass by the creeks on the way there with my friend Hector but often we get rained on by these other boys lead by... Aiden Withers..."

The boy's face switched to an annoyed scowl as he recalled the name. "He's... evil! For one he always wears this ghost hoodie around so I am pretty sure he connected to some Occulty stuff and maybe the weird sinkholes that have been popping up over the walkway lately. Stills he always teases me for being short, kicks me in the shins, and stuff my backpack with dog poos multiple times. Plus he calls me 'meat freak' because he learned about my diet dad has for me, it's ussally only meat or freak but its still annoying." The boy attempted to clench his fists as he grumbled but found it hard to while covering his boyhood.

"We use to fight lots and I was usually the winner, because umb'like him, I don't need friends to back me up like a bink. Tho that makes the head teacher really mads, so I have to spend much time in their office before dad can pick me ups from his EOD job. Aiden never gets into trouble howevers because no matter how many times he pushes me, the other boys never see it." Ripley punctuated with a huff. "Dads no help either, he just thinks the boy id tryin'a be friends..." Blew the boy as he turned away his head. "At least a get to take a few days off from school evertim'b I shove his dumb face in the dirt. Dad doesn't like it but it gives me lots of time to work on my video games, 0 to 20 KD ratio in the CoDs, very proud. But this last time I thinks I went overboard when we were being attacked by pinecones, one got me in my eye and I gots really mad, so mad that I picked up one of the walk way stones and threw it as hard as I could hitting him directly in his face. He went down but, uh... oh... oh boy..."

The child's feet got antsy and the stepped from side to side, with Ripleys focuse now turning to one of the background cabinets as he mustered up the guile to finish his story. "A lot of the red stuffs came out, like lots and lots, the other boys ran and when the teacher came back she yelled really loud, everyone knew it was me so I had to go back to the principles office for a really long time. I never really seen Aiden after that but I'm not complaining. After that, dad began spending a lot more time at home, which was a bit annoying at first. Aiden's mom once threatened to take dad to the big room where peoples argue with each other while a big man slams th' hammer on the table, very weird, but after Grampy talked to her over the phone that one time she stopped trying to contact. This is where things start to get super annoying tho..." The dark haired boy began to nervously fiddle with his member as he continued with a question. "Have you ever heard of the Hip-no... Hith-no... Hypno-theri-pists?"

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_Dammit, he's all over the map._ Hunter thought, _Blaming others, lashing out at those he's afraid of, flight of ideas. What's with this kid?_ "Yeah," he said, "But I have another question for you. You don't do any drugs, do you? No licking stamps, no smoking crack, no funny mushrooms?"

_For crying out loud, this kid doesn't even know what blood is, how would he know what any of that is? What am I thinking?_

"Never mind," Hunter said, "Just come over here." He sat in the armchair and reached into his bag.

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Stamp licking? Crack smokes? Mushrooms? That just sounded like stuff his grandpa would do but he was happy that he did not have to go into further depth with any of his other misdeeds as he stepped closer to the waiting man, his blue eyes suspiciously locked on the where Hunters arm was going. "Oh, okay... "

Despite explaining some of himself he still did not trust the man, he likes to keep his head on his shoulders after all so he was ready to bolt at the first sign of a knife or danger, possibly both.

[Assistant] Once the boy was close enough, Hunter withdrew a ball gag from the bag and stuffed it in the boy's mouth, "That oughtta shut you up. Now lie down across my lap."

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Ripley's eyes grew wide as Hunter retrieved a strange looking object that looked like one of those black wall balls he use to bounce at recess only for this particular one it had protruding straps armed with hooks. The boy stepped back a bit but not enough to be out of reaching distance from the agent. "Mffffh!" He felt the ball go into his mouth as the straps clicked at the back of his head putting him in a brief state of shock as his mouth moved around the intruder. What on earth is this thing?

The boy shook his head ruffling his dark hair even relinquishing his hands from around his willy to try and tug at the straps. "Mffffh! Mffh!" Ripley groaned as he panted through the foreign device almost missing the order of what the man wanted out of him next but he heard it. He was not completely sure of it but had a good idea, a swatting, no this wasn't over the seat of his pants like usual where he would be sent to his room afterword, He had no idea what was going to happen next and that thought scared him. If he was going to be swatted like this in this manor, it was going to be a full on spanking.

"Mmmmngh!" The boy whined as he placed his hands onto the man's lap and with a grunt pulled his body over it putting the two round cheeks of his bottom into the view of the other, as it was centered on his lap. His exposed level just felt as if it had been skyrocketed in a way he had never felt with his father as he waited for the man's next move.

[Assistant] Hunter grabbed the boy by the back of the neck and held him in place before picking up a leather-soled, moccasin slipper and bringing it down with all of his might across the boy's backside. The room (and possibly the whole of Malefactor Manor) echoed with the sound of the boy's tender flesh being stricken.

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With himself now laid across the older man's lap the young Cadel tested his mouth and teeth around the intrusive gag while he waited in baited breath for the punishment that was to come. The pace of his heart quickening at the raise of the chosen implement before it was brought down firmly across the waiting buttocks with a loud *Slap!*. No talk about disappointment, no count number given, no warning, nothing.

Ripley's body flinched completely as the footwear's sole flattened his twin mounds under the intense impact, the sole driving a burning sting into the softness of his once pale rear. This effect causing the boy to let out a muffled cry, with attempts to arch his head upward.

Whimpering and whining through his rubber gag the boys bottom clenched in repeated cycles as he wiggled his hips from side to side in discomfort, as more and more swats rained down, leaving their unique U-shaped imprints into the 11 year old's bottom. The pitch of the unintelligible howls rising higher as more and more of the hard slaps overlapped.

Ripley tried to call out through the painful assault, wanting to tell the man to stop but his speech was so slurred and muffled it felt impossible to be heard over the echoed swats of the covered slipper brutalizing his own cheeks. Only able to to squirm violently and try to grip the side of the others pants as the spanking continued.

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"How was that?" Asked Hunter, resting the slipper on the boy's back for a moment. Of course, he knew the boy couldn't respond.

The slipper was considered a cornerstone of DADDY's philosophy. It was part of uniform. It was part of the punishment. It was a way for the client to demonstrate his obedience. It was a way for the client to demonstrate his devotion. It was a reward for the successfully rehabilitated client.

Hunter picked it up again, feeling the fleece inside as he wrapped his finger around it once more. He remembered during his training, they were each to devise a game around this idea of ''devotion'' and how a client could demonstrate just how devoted he was to his papa. It sounded silly back then, but one of the tests devised by one of his classmates involved a blindfolded client identifying which slippers belonged to his papa and which didn't, purely by their smell. Holding the slipper by its sole, he pressed the fleece interior against the boy's face and told him to breathe deeply and familiarize himself with papa's scent.

Shortly thereafter, he returned the slipper to the other hand and took a deep breath himself.

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"Mmmfh! Mmmh..." Groaned Ripley as his deep pink cheeks shifted over the other's lap stinging something fierce. He had million things he wanted to say to this man and needless to say "pleasant" was not one of them. Though he was grateful that it was seemingly over giving him time to rest his breathing and his butt.

Soon however, things would take a turn for the unexpected as he found the very slipper that had been use to smack his rear end was now pressed in front of his face causing him scrunch up his nose and try to turn away his head in protest. He didn't wanna smell this guy's dirty shoes that's gross. He refused to obey for as long as he could hold his breath until finally relenting, the boy now forced to take in nose-fulls of the musky sour air that was inside of the hollow footwear in front of him.

There was a series of gags and whines as the sent was just strong enough to leave an unpleasant impression he would not soon forget. With the foul objects removal making the boy wanting to caught it all out as his nose began to take deep breaths tasting the fresh air once more. From the throbbing sting in his buttocks to the fact he forced him to smell his shoes, Hunter was now cemented as a massive jerk in the boys eyes. "Mmmh... Mm Mfh!" The boy tried to curse back at his agent.

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*Smack* Hunter brought the slipper down again across the boy's tender flesh. *Smack* Another fierce blow. *Smack* Hunter only now finally noticed the smile that had forced itself across his face. He was enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would.

*Smack, Smack, Smack* The beating became faster and more intense. *Smack, Smack, Smack* Hunter laughed to himself with each blow.

*Smack, Smack, Smack* Looking down, Hunter noticed the beautiful, red color that was spreading across the boy's backside. He imagined that when he was done, it would be torture for the little guy to have to sit down on it. Perfect. Another deep breath, and then another series of *Smack*.


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It had been more than three years now since Marko's mother had died and he had learned what it took to survive in this hell. Yes that was what this place was, hell. But even so he refused to relinquish his hope, hope that the world could change. Even as he stained his soul to live he always hoped that this world could become a better place. Regardless of their motives there had still been those who had shown him some small measure of kindness. It could be called a miracle that he had been found by the one to whom he now owed his life. He had wandered the streets of the slums for days after his mothers death, unsure of what to do or how to live. Eventually he had collapsed from hunger one day and as he lost consciousness he thought to himself that surely he would die there. However he had not died that day.

He woke several days later in an unfamiliar building to find a small portion of food, bread and cheese, beside him which had practically inhaled. He was still hungry, but he was alive. The one who had taken him in had appeared before him shortly after that and he began his new life. The food wasn't free; nothing in this world was free. He would have to work to earn his keep. It was hard work, and sometimes dangerous. There was no specific task that he had to do, simply obey whatever orders he was given. But so long as he did so he was fed and had a place to sleep. He slowly learned about the new world he lived in and had eventually taken some small comfort in his new life, but that could not last either. The one who had taken him in crossed the group known as The Eternal Twilight and was killed, and he had narrowly escaped with his life. That had been four months ago now.

Since then he had resorted to lying and stealing to get what he needed to survive, but he now had a goal. He had learned of the origins of this hell, legends of a vampire said to still inhabit the castle that stood in the center of the city. Perhaps if he could kill that vampire things would begin to change. He didn't know if it would work, if the change would be for the better, or even how he would manage to do it but he was determined. With no small amount of trickery he managed to steal a weapon, a small dagger, and fled to the castle. He had thought that he would certainly die as he fled but he had lost his pursuers when he entered the castle. They were, it seemed, afraid to follow him in.

The castle had an ominous atmosphere within it. Despite the spaciousness of every hall and room it felt as if the walls were pressing in on him. He would not be deterred at this point though, and continued ever deeper and higher into the vast castle. There seemed to be no signs of anything living within; the walls were cracked, most of the rooms were empty, much of what remained was broken, and everything was covered in a thick layer of dust. After hours of wandering through the halls he realized that he no longer knew where he was or where he was going. At some point without his noticing the dust had thinned and he could no longer even follow his own footprints to find the way out so he continued to move forward in the direction he believed to lead toward the center of the castle.

The sun must have set by now he thought to himself as he continued to wander through the halls. He was beginning to think that he would die here, having found neither the vampire nor the exit, when he came across a particularly ornate door. It was a large door, larger than any of the others he had seen since entering the castle. Upon closer examination he saw painstaking detailed carvings covered much of the door and its fringes were decorated with gold and jewels. The handles as well were made from gold and covered in markings like none he had ever seen before. It was then that he realized that the gold was polished and the jewels shone brilliantly. This door alone showed no signs of the aging he had seen through the rest of castle. Could he have finally found what it was that he sought he wondered?

He reached out and began to push open the door. It was heavy, very heavy. It took all of his strength to open one side of the door, yet it made only a whisper of sound as it swung on its hinges. The room within was almost pitch black, but his eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness so he could still see at least somewhat. At the back of the room, seated on an ornate throne, was what appeared to be a girl younger even than himself dressed in the most exquisite clothes he had ever seen. Not even those in the eastern district wore clothes as nice as these. This must be the vampire he thought to himself. And so when he had reached a place just 20 yards from the girl seated on the throne he drew the dagger with shaky hands and charged forward.

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Something crept the hallways, Ingrid's servants muttered into her sharply pointed ears. They whispered of his laughable weakness, apparent ignorance, or perhaps his altogether stupidity. It was just not considered a possibility to harm the vampire lady, as the tales would tell, she had slayed entire flanks of men with a turned brow, and would will the rest into submission. Upheaval was swiftly taken from the list of options by the people long, long ago; they had learned their lessons of the past, and instead tugged and warred over the scraps of power she left for them to fight over. Ingrid's hold was no silly decoration alone; it served great purposes: to house her ancient lines of dedicated servants, be a place of commerce and trade, always defensible in case of in-house battles or criminal activity, and was a tribute to the glory she had founded for her people in the olden days.

There may have been reason for the many, seemingly endless halls and expanses, but those reasons lay lost in the smothering dust. Only the library and the throne room were considered of any use in these hollow years. Even her servants, blessed with long, artificial life, had no need of the rest of buildings. For all Ingrid cared, the intruder could set up a home in one of the many halls and live his puny life in isolated glory. Several hours later, the stranger had finally managed to weave his way through the passages and find himself standing within Ingrid's dark hovel. She paid him absolutely no mind, just as she had from the moment she was aware of his presence upon her doorstep, and simply continued her glassy stare into the shadows. His shaky footsteps and bent stance gave away his fear almost more so then the loud breathing and the quickening of his heartbeat.

Ingrid inhaled slightly; breathing was only useful in enjoying a meal, and his thumping veins exuded quite the exhilarating scent. For a moment, he had interrupted her from her previous track of mind. That never happened, at least not with her refined mind, and a sudden lash of fury pulsed through the vampire's being. She had been contemplating allowing him to live, which proved to be an intriguing train of thought indeed. Now he was sitting here like a ready meal, like breakfast in bed, and she was tempted simply to enjoy his young juices and get the messy compulsion over with.

When the stranger suddenly shoved himself at her, rusty blade upraised, instincts kicked into gear in the back of Ingrid's mind, and she raised her arm and snatched his own in her iron grip. For the first time she was forced to look at him, her twin black orbs cutting through the dark and sizing him up as he realized he was caught and held in place by her tiny hand. His features were remarkable, for a mortal, especially the unique traits such as his horn and tail, but she had seen exotic beings before. However, the flame in his eyes as they darted like an animals around the room, back to her, to her tight fist, to his blade, was a sort of light that Ingrid had forgotten about. In this single, silent, strained moment, the child was carrying many hues of emotions, conflicting and changing and growing in a wondrous and untouchable manner. Fear and hope vibrated through his being, almost pulling Ingrid into the tumultuous mire with him. It triggered an insatiable sort of nostalgia, deeper and stronger then the lusty hunger she experienced while in close contact with mortals. Rather, it rang bells deep within Ingrid's memories that she'd rather keep silent, and with a squeeze that caused the boy to cry out, she tossed him violently to her feet.

Her fixed stare seemed to impale him into the marble floor, softened only by the lush carpet the lead a line down the center of the room. Ingrid was as shocked as the child, and she was infuriated as a result. The immortal vampire, who would've sustained such an injury like a bite of a bug, had reacted like a mortal. She disgusted herself. "You mean to kill me?" The question was sharper and sliced quicker and more accurate then the boy's blade every could. Her forceful gaze would bring an answer, whether he chose to or not.

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Marko laid on the floor before the young looking vampire girl, for this was certainly the vampire he had sought. He had heard of her immense power and inhuman abilities but he hadn't believed them until now, treating them as simple exaggerated legends like so many other stories. Now however he realized that the legends must be true. That small body had exerted a strength that was impossible to resist as it stopped his charge and threw him to the ground. Despite the soft carpeting he let out a gasp when he hit the floor as the air was forced out of his lungs. Once his eyes had met hers had found it impossible to look away and now he could not even force his body to move, not even quake with fear. He was only able to lie there still as a statue as she looked down at him. He could discern nothing of her emotions from those pitch black orbs and only her tone of voice and expression hinted at her anger and disgust. Then came the question that felt like an order with an edge sharper than any blade leaving no room for anything but obedience.

His response came quickly, and even as he spoke his own words surprised him. When others would certainly have given in to despair deep in his heart he would not, could not, relinquish hope. Certainly if such a thing were possible he would have died long ago.

"I do mean to kill you. The world can change, I know it can, and in such a twisted city as this where can that change begin but here!?" Yes, that was the truth that lay deep within his heart. Even if he could he would not let go of this belief instilled in him by his deceased parents.

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The horned boy's words were stronger and purer then Ingrid could have anticipated. They even caused a slight physical reaction as the ageless vampire tilted her head just barely to the side. It was an act of complete surprise as she turned his sentences over in the great chambers of her mind.

"Of course change will come, child. That is of no consequence." Her voice was steady and mature, in a tone that was alien coming from such a tiny girl. She didn't understand why she felt the need to correct him. In some ways his stubborn morals were frustrating, but only because they aligned with her own, if only a fraction so.

Ingrid wasn't a heartless ruler in her past; she ruled a compassionate, fruitful reign. If she had been firm in certain times, it was only because it was needed. She had accepted her inevitable decline, and simply retired away into herself to save the public from her internal wars. The servants that devoted themselves to her weren't impulsed by any villainous means, and she hardly considered herself much of a threat to the population in this state. Ingrid would rather let them all tear themselves apart by their own machinations, then involve herself. Perhaps it was for this reason she needed to justify herself to this stranger.

She calmly laid her hand back into the nest of her lap, like a timeless painting. Her stare softened. He was just mislead. "Do you really believe you can kill me?" Her question was devoid of danger. Instead she sounded genuinely curious. Her head turned back to its previous position, perfectly level with his gaze.

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Marko felt anger flare in his heart when the vampire spoke again. Change is of no consequence? How can that be? But then her countenance changed, her gaze softened, and she asked another question.

It was a question that struck deep in his heart and mind. Did he truly believe that? He was filled with a tumult of emotions by this simple question and he suddenly realized that he did not know his answer. Had he even really thought that far? He hesitated for a moment but he knew he must answer her question.

"I-I don't know," he said. And with that it was as if a dam had burst within him. His body trembled and his eyes began to mist with tears. All that was left within him was confusion and he did not even know what he thought. He hadn't thought that far, and couldn't even begin to imagine what would come after if he had succeeded. The only thing has still sure of was that change must come, though how he no longer knew.

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Ingrid was shocked by the child's sudden sobs. They wracked his small body, throwing his chest forward and back like a violent storm. His words hung like an accusation in the air. Of course he couldn't kill her, she was beyond death, and he would be hard put to even harm an insect. She could sense the empathy within him, churning in cycles, almost wanting to turn towards herself in some sort of pity. Ingrid almost wanted to chide the boy for his flights of fancy and send him home into the streets. Surely he couldn't do her any good like this. At this point, he wouldn't even make for a satisfying meal; Ingrid hated speaking to her victims for any length of time.

Another idea struck her, and it seemed the most plausible. She had spent ages among the elderly of her people, kindly holding their weathered-hands between her own and listening avidly to every drop of precious wisdom they could offer. Never before had she considered listening to the young; bright green buds of life, with many days ahead of them, glowing in innocence and purity. Rather, she had avoided children. They were alien to her; she could not predict their outbursts and questions. As a result, generations of children spun the image of Ingrid the vampire into a colorful and anecdotal tapestry of bedtime stories. They were both attracted and repulsed by her, and would go to great lengths to describe her evils.

These outlandish tales had brought a youth to her castle, weapon in hand, to murder ruthless beast and bring supposed peace to the lands. Ingrid sighed. It was finally time to squash those pitiful rumors and remind the mortals of their queen and ruler. She did not exist simply to fan the flames of childhood imagination. Perhaps this boy was the key to reclaiming her glory. Ingrid could agree with him about one point; it was her fault that the city had begun to decay. It was her apathy that drove her to this twilight, and she would have to overcome it like she had every other trouble.

So it was decided. Ingrid slowly brought herself unto her feet. While her corpse was light as air, the heavy steel corset and lengthy trains of cloth were not. It was meant as a reminder of her tie to this existence. With deliberate movements, she made her way down from her perch on the throne until she was standing just in front of the unicorn child. He would make a fine servant, she thought to herself, finally noticing his head full of lush hairs and the luster of his flesh. She brushed back some of his locks from his shoulders and placed her palm gently against his skin. He shivered from cold, fear, hunger, or perhaps a combination of the three.

"Do not fret, child." Ingrid had not spoken to another in such familiar terms in eons, but it felt good. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and dressed." Within the space of a thought, half a dozen of her shadowy maidens appeared in the throne room, ready to service. "I shall take good care of you, and we will speak." The child would become something beyond his own fancies, Ingrid thought to herself. Whether that was for better or worse was irrelevant. She would feel vicariously through him, her faithful pawn.

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Marko shivered as he felt the cold touch of Ingrid's hand against his face. Within moments, half a dozen servants had appeared and begun ushering him off. He offered no resistance as he was guided away and led to a room with a bath as large as a pool. He was to was himself. Then she turned and walked away as if vanishing into the shadows and he was alone again. His tears had ceased, but his confusion had only grown. He noticed a small amount of steam rising from the bath and suddenly realized how cold and hungry he was. His only clothing was a tattered pair of shorts he had been given that day 3 years ago. He quickly removed those now and slid into the warm water. It was just the right temperature and he sat back to soak as his thoughts were cast back into the past.

Almost an hour had passed from the time Marko had first stepped foot before Ingrid when he finished washing himself and climbed out of the bath. He found a towel sitting a few feet away that he used to dry himself though he couldn't say when it had been put there, and next to it were the clothes he had been told he would find. They appeared to be a uniform for servants, yet they were more luxurious than any he had seen before save for that worn by the vampire Ingrid. As he began to dress to dress himself he spoke without thinking, "I never thought I would wear such clothes, these must have cost a fortune." They fit well, as if they had been made specifically for him to wear, and were much more comfortable than he had expected. "I wonder how they knew what size to bring." Then one of the servants appeared again, ordering him to follow her, then promptly turned and began to walk away.

After walking for several minutes they arrived in what appeared to be a large dining hall. It was sparsely decorated, as he had noticed was the case with much of the castle, but it looked as though it had been cleaned quite recently. In the center of the room was a long rectangular table with seats on either side. On the table was a veritable feast with more variety of dishes than he could identify. Some he had seen before but many he could only wonder about. What surprised him more however was that the room appeared to be empty. The servant told him to start eating. He was certainly hungry, but wasn't she supposed to be leading him to the vampire girl?


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Joey awoke from the slightly uncomfortable sleep, getting immediately blinded from the early sun peaking through the branches that made the hut the boys slept in. As he awoke, he felt a pressure in his side and looked to see Tristan leaning against him, in a good looking slumber. Joey couldn't help but smile a little. The younger boy looked so peaceful there. Joey didn't want to disturb him, but he felt the need of the morning pee building up.

It wasn't long, before he couldn't hold it, as he decided to grab Tristan and softly leaned him against the tree, keeping the hoodie wrapped around the boy, then got up to his feet and climbed out of the hut. Joey looked around the surroundings, smelling the morning dew, hearing the birds with their songs of dawn, watched a nearby deer graze along the overgrowth of various ferns and other foliage.

He suddenly remembered he had to pee, and without stepping out of sight of the hut entrance, he quickly pulled his little member out and sighed in relief as the stream left his body.

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Tristan awoke to the very pleasant sound of bird song. He was warm and content, but as the world of consciousness flooded back into his awareness, that feeling was quickly replaced by stone cold fear. The boy was paralyzed, his eyes wide open as he registered the shoddy shelter and the desolate situation he was in. Only after the tinkling stopped did he realize that it wasn't a distant stream; his companion was emptying his bladder just outside the hut, and had just finished. For some reason this made Tristan able to stretch out from his fetal position and rub the part of his back that rested against the hard tree. The deadening fright lifted a bit as he adjusted to the bright sunshine outside and made out Joey's silhouette.

"Mornin'..." Tristan murmured, blinking the bits of leaf and dirt that was caught in his long eyelashes away. His hands busied themselves picking the clutter out of his hair as well.

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Joey looked to the young boy after zipping up his shorts, not bothering to think if Tristan had seen his member, and smiled softly as the birds sang their songs around them. "Morning," he had said, momentarily forgetting about their situation, "I hope you slept better than I did..." He reached out and grabbed a small twig from Tristan's hair, thinking he missed that one, then flicked it off a distance.

Joey then decided to grab attention to his own hair, realizing it must also be a mess. Luckily, because of his short hair, he did not have as much to worry about as the younger one did. A moment later, Joey finally remembered the situation they were in and looked out into the deep forest. It was as bright as the trees would allow, but it didn't help him find any open part close enough. It was official, they were lost. Deep inside the magnificent flood of trees.

He then went and grabbed one of the granola bars and decided on a morning snack, unwrapping it and taking a bite out of it, then looked to Tristan. "You should probably take a leak by now... I hadn't seen you do it once since we been in here, I'm sure you've got to go by now." Joey couldn't help but chuckle a tiny bit. He may have to act as the grown up one here, but he was still a child. "After that, I suppose we should get moving again."

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Tristan's face flooded with a bright pink blush at Joey's suggestion, but then briskly turned about and huffed. As uncomfortable as it was to admit, he really did need to go. With an annoyed glance over his shoulder, he took a few steps away and burned bright red as he awkwardly unzipped his shorts and let his little peepee out into the brisk morning air. It took a few seconds of very frustrated concentration for the thin, golden stream to erupt from its end, but he quickly emptied his bladder and was feeling quite better already. In a few moments, he had zipped his shorts up and caught back up with Joey.

"We... uh, we can go now," he said meekly, pushing his long bangs out of his eyes. Despite acting a bit rebelliously towards Joey, he could tell that Tristan was in truth a very demure boy, who wasn't coping very well with such a harsh situation. Tristan followed behind him a few yards, his hands stuck into his pockets and his eyes scanning the forest floor beneath each calculated step. For some reason, Tristan was sure that there were bear traps everywhere, and couldn't help but continue to imagine worse and worse stories as they continued walking in silence.

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Joey saw Tristan's annoyance, when he told Tristan to do that and decided he should respond to it, as they set foot on a path made by deer. "Sorry, guy. But, it's better than eventually peeing your pants. So, I figured I would get you to do that, so you don't pee your pants. We're nowhere near being able to wash ourselves or our clothes." Just as soon as he finished that sentence, though, the sound of a rushing creek came into focus.

Joey looked around, trying to point out the sound. "I think I hear water. Come, Tristan, this way." Joey grabbed Tristan's hand and led him in the direction of the rushing water. It wasn't long before they reached the origin of the sound of water as Joey stopped by the bank of a river instead of the creek he thought it as. The river flowed with such strength, fish occasionally swimming past the sight of the boys. Joey remembered how thirsty he was, the canteen he had with was empty.

He then let go of Tristan's hand and crept up to the river, making sure not to slip in and bent down on his knees, cupped some of the river water in his and took a sip. Joey seemed to like the taste of this water and opened the canteen, submerging it, until it felt heavy again. He brought up the canteen and brought it to Tristan. "Here, I'm sure you're thirsty as well."

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Joey silently watched Tristan only in a moment of confusion, trying to understand what he was doing, but soon understood. His own mother practiced yoga on the off weekends. He never participated, but did watch from afar. It was good that Tristan was limbering up and it seemed that he was coming to terms with their situation. Joey had accepted this to be their fate last night. He was glad it didn't take Tristan too long after that, to start accepting it.

Joey felt the canteen nearly empty already and smirked, then went to fill it up again as the little one stretched about. After a moment, he stood up and took a sip, then sealed the canteen, putting it back into his backpack. The water was indeed refreshing. The river was clear, Joey could watch fish swim by. He thought about catching one, but quickly realized he didn't have the gear or anything in his backpack to make a makeshift fishing pole.

His thoughts were suddenly broken by the far off sound of a roar. "What was that?" Joey asked aloud, then looked to Tristan. "Did you hear that?"

[Assistant] Tristan's arm hair rose when he heard the distant sound, and he ran closer to Joey, fear clear on his face. "Yes, I heard it! What are we gonna do? Is it a monster?" Out of instinct, he looped his arm around Joey's. "I'm scared..." he mumbled, wilting into the small child that he was.

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Just as Tristan instinctively wrapped his arms around Joey's, Joey responded and let Tristan grab onto his waist instead and wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulders. A second roar echoed in the forest, allowing Joey to follow it's sound. As soon as he saw it, he crouched down to about Tristan's level.

Down a way, was a bear. A grizzly, if he remembered his father's teachings correctly. Joey was still able to see over the foliage. So far, it seemed the bear hadn't even noticed them. It looked focused on a few fish jumping around in the river. But, Joey knew they should move, just in case. "Come on, silently follow me," he said to Tristan, not taking the bear out of sight. "Keep low." He didn't want to tell Tristan what he saw, for fear of scaring the boy. Not to mention he was already scared, himself.

Joey turned himself and Tristan around and walked in a crouched position, farther away from the grizzly as possible. _Don't ever get too close to one of them, Joey,_ his father's words echoing in his thoughts, _They're very aggressive and they can even kill your own father in a matter of seconds._ Joey knew his father was a tough man, but if he said a bear of that size could kill him that quick, Joey didn't want to imagine how fast it'll take the two of them out.

Joey continued to lead Tristan as silent as possible, looking back every now and then to see if the bear had noticed them. So far, not yet.

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Tristan's heart began to pound when Joey began to walk them quietly down the river. He wasn't sure what the boy had seen, but the frozen look of fear on his face told Tristan enough. The temptation to look behind them and over the foliage was there, sure, but he was wise enough to follow the older boy quickly and silently. He was practically holding his breath, until finally they stopped.

"Are... are we OK?" He whispered harshly, still clinging to Joey's shirt.

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After some distance, the roars of the bear grew more silent, telling Joey it was alright to stop for a moment, so that the boys can rest. Crouched walking seems to be really brutal on the legs. He looked back toward the large creature seeing that it was still focused on some fish. It hadn't even once noticed the boys and this made Joey relax a bit and look to Tristan with a soft smile.

"So far, yes, we're quite alright. We can rest for a moment, before moving on." Joey looked back to the grizzly, it seeming to walk farther away from them now. Joey felt a sense of safety once again. He looked to Tristan once again and sat down on the ground, taking a deep breath.

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Tristan looked over at Joey with an appreciative glance. So far the other boy had done everything in his power to protect and care for him. He decided that he wouldn't give him any more attitude or difficulties on their venture. If anything, he wanted to show his gratefulness.

"Umm... well... thanks for everything," he started nervously. He wasn't very good at expressing himself in words, so he looked down at his feet and concentrated. "You seem to be really good at this stuff, and, well, I'm not. I really gotta thank you, and, umm, I wanna learn some of the things that you know, to survive better." By now, his face was red.

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Joey gave a soft smile to Tristan's words, seeing that he has gained the young boy's trust. He was glad for he knew, without trust, the boys wouldn't survive much longer out here. He looked over in the direction of the bear and saw that it was barely even in his sight anymore. It was safe for them to move again. He stood up and gave a hand to Tristan, lifting him to his feet.

"For us to be able to survive out here, I will happily show you a few things," he began to slowly walk in a direction opposite of the bear, holding Tristan's hand to lead him and help the little one feel more at ease, following the river side. "I was raised in a military family. My grandfather, father and two older brothers are in the military," he said, hoping that the idle conversation would make Tristan feel okay out here. He still didn't like the situation himself, but the best he could do right now is to make it bearable for the both of them.

Looking forward, Joey stopped his words, unable to believe what he saw. "Tristan, you see that?" He pointed forward, toward a very small wooden building.

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Tristan was silent when Joey mentioned that his family was military. That was as far from his comfort zone as it could get; his family was a bunch of tattooed hippies. Still, it seemed that they at least both shared a respect for nature. However, Joey stopped mid-sentence, and Tristan looked in the direction he pointed.

"Yeah, I see it; do you think someone will be there?" He asked, making out the speck of a building. It could be hopeful, but Tristan was very uneasy for some reason. He looked behind them, and all around, and then returned his view on the building. Despite the trepidation he was feeling, he figured there really wasn't much else for the two of them to do except explore it.

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Joey shook his head, "I don't know," he said as he took slow strides forward, leading Tristan, letting the younger boy get behind him for protection, just in case someone was in the building. "It may prove to be our salvation, though, so we gotta take the chance."

For some long lasting minutes, the building as small as it was, was coming into focus more, allowing Joey to make out what it is. It appeared to be a cabin of sorts. Had itself it's own patio with an old wooden chair that looked like it could crumble, thanks to years of rain. It slowly became obvious that no one was in it, which at the same time eased Joey, but reminded him that it was just those two in the woods with the animals.

When they got up to the little shack, Joey spotted a window with a broken panel and peered in to see it dark. And dusty. No one seemed to be here for quite some time. "Well, we're safe from any dangers, it seems. Looks like no one's been here for a long while." Joey looked to Tristan and smiled softly. "Seems we found ourselves some shelter, though." Which seemed to be in good timing. Joey felt a drop of rain on his cheek, then looked up at the dark gray clouds that floated above the trees.

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Tristan sighed, resigned to this small blessing as the droplets of rain began to fall. He had always rather liked the rain, but right now it was a dismal force, driving him into this dusty old cabin with this strange if kind boy.

"I guess I should count this as a good thing," he muttered halfway to himself as he followed Joey inside, scanning the place and finding it even more decrepit then he had imagined. Regardless, it was dry.

"I wish there was an outlet," he said randomly, after a long and ponderous moment.

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"No, seems no outlet," Joey said as they were scanning around the dark cabin, "but there may be a generator nearby." Joey went searching around, finding a lantern on a small table. "Oh, but we will have light in here." Letting go of Tristan's hand, he reached into his backpack and grabbed a small box of matches, glad he brought it with. Examining the lantern, there did seem to be a good amount of kerosene in it. After clearing some dust, it took only a few seconds to light it, giving a glow to the room.

Looking around, he saw the place was just one big single room, complete with a table, two chairs, a bed and a small gas grill. There was even a large wardrobe next to the bed. But, seeing the amount of dust, it was easy to tell that it's been a couple years since anyone was last here. "Well, we'll be able to stay here for a little bit, I don't think anyone will be coming around for some time." Joey was sad for a moment, reminding himself again, that it was just those two, but glad that Tristan was around. At least he didn't have to face this alone. "I suppose we should clean some of this up, so that we can stay here."

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Tristan finally couldn't keep his positive demeanor. It shattered around him, like a glass bubble. He threw himself face first into the bed, dust curling around his small form as he started to sob, like he did as a much younger child.

After a moment of this, either the discomfort of the dust or his own frustration made him crawl into a sitting position on the bed, facing Joey. Snot and dirt was smeared across his face, and he wore a great scowl.

"What's even the point of cleaning it up?" he asked angrily. "We-we won't even be here that long!! It's not our mess!" He sobbed again, wiping his nose into the sleeve of his hoodie. "W-w-won't they find us soon?" He shivered and melted into tears again.

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Joey sighed and watched the younger boy cry for a bit, before a maternal instinct kicked in. Setting down the lantern, he went over to the bed and sat next to Tristan, then scooped him into his lap and held the boy close to him, not knowing if it would help. "I know, it's scary out here. I wish I had some easy answers. I wish we could be home with our families already."

Joey fell silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. It was always his brothers that comforted him. He was never the one to comfort someone else. "I wish we didn't have to do this. But, we must clean up while we're here, so that we don't get sick. I don't have any medicine in my bag." Joey felt he was bad at this. He looked to Tristan, whose eyes were like running faucets with as much as he was crying.

"I'm sorry, I wish I knew what to say." He said, still holding onto the younger boy.


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It was a beautiful sunny morning in the small town of Pallet. It was still fairly early, but Zash had been sleeping in due to spending all last night reading his Mamano magazine wishing he had one of his very own. It was his dream to join the life of adventure that the Mamano trainers enjoy.

Mamano were monsters, futanari monsters to be precise. They lived in the wilds fucking each other and occasionally raping passers by. Trainers were originally hunters, who originally meant to cull Mamano and rid the world of their menacing ways. Learning that Mamano and Humans could live together in harmony many hunters decided it was wrong to kill them and eventually it became illegal. With their numbers significantly lowered and the creation of safe paths between towns, it became fairly rare for someone to get attacked by a Mamano.

Trainers are fairly rare, since taming a Mamano is very difficult. It usually takes a strong and charismatic warrior for a Mamano to want them more than just breeding stock. Of course, there are more docile Mamano who won't attack humans, they prefer using seduction as some are fairly small compared to others.

Zash snored away dreaming of different Mamano, not only admiring their beautiful forms, but also their strength and power. Zash had also forgotten that before bed, he promised to take his sister out on a picnic by the nearby pond. A promise that his sister wasn't likely to let him pass on.

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As soon as the first morning's light flickered across her eyelids, Kay awoke with an excited grin. Today was the day Zash promised to take her on an outing. Even better, it was to the pond where they would have a picnic lunch. Even though she hadn't even had breakfast yet, her mind was filled with all the fun things she wanted to do with him today.

The little girl quickly got her favorite outfit from the closet and slipped it on. It was a black cloak, so dark that light seemed to just disappear inside it. The cloth wrapped around her naked skin before it stretched down to her ankles. Soon she was completely covered, save for her head and feet sticking out on either end. There no were sleeves she could put her arms through, just a small hole on either side that extended through a few folds of cloth sewed together. The only time she used these openings was when she needed to grasp something, so she usually kept her arms draped down at her sides. Naturally, underneath the cloak she was completely nude... her family often tried to coax her into wearing more normal clothes, but the fabric always felt so alien to her to the point that she felt more embarrassed about wearing light colors than when she was wearing her customary dark robe. She didn't even like wearing panties underneath it all (since most underpants only come in white or pink or some other pastel color). As a result, she could often be seen wearing only her black ensemble wherever she went.

Of course, wearing such different clothing often caused her to be the recipient of teasing and even bullying from the neighborhood kids. Her big brother was the only one who never treated her poorly. Ever since she could remember, Zash would always stick up for her and protect her from everyone's cruel antics. So of course, it was no surprise that Kay would always stick to Zash like glue. Even when Kay might seem like a bother, Zash would kindly set aside whatever he was doing to play with her. He was the best big brother that she could ever ask for, and Kay loved him dearly. Even though their ages were a few years apart, the siblings always behaved as if they were twins.

After checking that her cloak was fastened securely, she eagerly ran out her bedroom enroute to her favorite person's room. "Zash, are you up yet?!" Kay didn't even bother knocking on the door, instead quickly flinging it open and then launching herself onto her older siblings bed. "C'mon... Let's go!"

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Zash had woken up with a sudden start, "What the?" He said sleepily as he screwed up his face with the light exposure blinding him. He certainly got an eye full. With his sister lept on top of him he was greeted with the usual. Her robe slightly disheveled showing off quite a lot of skin. He closed his eyes again and blushed. His mother often complained when he saw her naked. Though it was honestly never his fault. His sister refused to wear anything decent to cover her.

Honestly though, if it wasn't for him being berated and shamed, he wouldn't care if his sister wanted to run around completely naked all the time. She was his best friend and as far as he was concerned, she could do whatever it is she wanted to. "Oh, Kay..." he yawned and stretched. "Is it morning already?" he asked rhetorically. Instead of bouncing out of bed like his sister, instead he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

"Mmmm, warm." He said simply as he cuddled his sister firmly like a teddy bear. He just laid there still for a few more minutes, hoping she would just cuddle with him till his brain started to wake up a bit more. Or, he fell back asleep. Whichever happened first.

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Kay was locked in her brother's embrace. Not that she minded it. Normally she would love to stay snuggled up with him... but this wasn't the time for it. She wanted to hurry up and get started on their day together. Still, it felt quite nice being squeezed so warmly... maybe a few more minutes... wait a minute! Is Zash snoring again?

Despite her brother being asleep, he hadn't loosened his grip around her in the slightest. Kay wiggled a bit trying to free herself, and then wriggled a bit more. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she finally was able to back out of Zash's bearhug by leaving her cloak behind. As she sat up, she spied a wrinkled magazine by his pillow, ''Mamano Today''.

Of course, that's the culprit. No wonder Zash wasn't waking up... he no doubt was up late once again reading about his favorite pastime. Kay felt a pang of jealousy. Mamanos were the only thing that her brother loved even more than her. He knew how much he longed to be a trainer, but monstergirls don't grow on trees... well, some of them do. Still, for a normal kid like him, being a Mamano trainer was dream that would probably never come true. Sometimes Kay wished that she was a Mamano herself. That way not only would her big brother be able to follow his dream, but she would definitely be his number one. Too bad that was impossible. After all, all Mamanos were futas, and she most definitely lacked the equipment down there to be one of them.

Speaking of which, since Zash was still clinging to her cloak, Kay was most decidedly naked again. Not that she minded. If Zash wanted to, she'd show off her body any time he asked. Just to him, of course. Still, it didn't look like her brother was going to wake up any time soon. Well, no matter. She'll be a nice little sister and let him sleep a bit longer. In the mean time, Kay headed to the kitchen to get their food ready.

Naturally, she was still nude... but since it was still the crack of dawn, Kay wasn't worried about the rest of her family being up yet. She had a little while still before her Mom woke up, so as long as she wasn't too noisy Kay would be able to escape notice---and most definitely a lecture---in time to prepare their meals for the day. While moving silently about the kitchen, Kay crafted several sandwiches and placed them into bags. These went into the picnic basket on the table along with a bag of potato chips and some cookies. Hmm, what else? Ah, some fruit might be nice. Kay grabbed a couple apples, bananas, and a cluster of grapes out of the fridge and placed them along side the rest of the day's lunch. Now all that's left was to take care of breakfast. She still was in a hurry to get under way, so she decided buttered toast with jam would suffice. After placing a couple slices of bread in the toaster and pushing the handle down, Kay headed back to Zash's room. Hopefully, he'll be up by now. The still nude girl moved silently through the halls like a phantom until she once again reached her brother bedroom.

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Zash finally woke up to the smell of warming toast and jam, his rumbling belly no longer letting him sleep in peace. After stretching and yawning, he took in a deep breath through his nose, enjoying the fresh smell of breakfast and smelled a more distinctive smell. He looked down at his lap and noticed his sister's cloak. He groaned and cringed as he imagined his mother going on about how he let her run around the house in that state. It was honestly not his fault, but even though he didn't mind, she was just his sister after all. It was only a few years ago that she was running around naked anyways. He didn't quite understand what the issue was.

Anyways, he hopped out of bed and recognized that he had a morning erection. It was normal for him, especially now, but sometimes it didn't go down before it became awkward and frustrating. Looking at his magazines was one of the few ways for him to relieve this issue. But he didn't have time this morning. Instead, he started to pull off his clothes to get ready for their trip. However, just as he kicked his underwear off, his door swung open and his naked sister was standing right in the door way. He froze, with an embarrassed look, still quite erect.

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To Kay's happy surprise, Zash was already out of bed... and apparently in the middle of changing. "Ah, good! You're awake!" Zash instantly tried to cover his crotch with whatever happened to be closest... which in this case was Kay's cloak. He seemed to be embarrassed about something, but the little girl wasn't bothered in the least. After all, it wasn't so long ago that they took baths together... so it's not like she had never seen him naked before.

The little girl quickly strode over to her brother and started pulling on his arm. "Let's get going! I already packed, and I made toast for breakfast, and it should be almost ready now, and do you want strawberry jam or grape jelly...? " At this point, Kay ran out of breath so she took a deep inhale and then continued. "I was quiet so I don't think Mom is up yet, and we should be able to leave before she wakes, so let's hurry and eat so we can get going, and we're gonna have so much fun today..." Meanwhile Kay had latched onto Zash's arm, and was trying to drag to the breakfast table.

It wasn't until Zash put on the brakes that she paused her barrage. The boy wordlessly held up the black fabric in his hand. Ah! That's right! She left that behind earlier. Kay quickly took the cloak from her brother's hand and once again pulled it around her. While she fastened it, she noticed that Zash was busy pulling his own clothes on as well. While he was pulling up his underwear, the little girl noticed that his penis was stiff and pointing upwards. Kay had only seen it do that once before... it was the last time that they bathed together. Mom had happened to see it, and decided for whatever reason that the two siblings should bathe separately from now on. Obviously Kay had protested that decision, but she was outvoted. So ever since then, Zash had taken his bath alone.

Well, even though Kay was curious about her brother's stiff appendage, she wasn't going to waste any more time worrying about it. The day was just beginning, and the girl was eager to get under way. After the two were dressed, she once again grabbed his hand and started pulling him to breakfast. "Hurry up! Let's go! Let's go!"

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Zash was still quite embarrassed, despite his sister not realizing why. To be so naked and erect in front of his sister was very wrong, according to their mother. He took a breath trying to push away the awkwardness which helped him focus to put on his clothing.

After being dragged out of the room, Zash didn't fight too much knowing that their mother would wake up if they made a lot of noise. It was just easier to get away without her finding chores for them to do or try to focus on studies. She often spoiled many plans that they had by finding sensible things for them to do.

After settling into breakfast, Zash nearly forgot about their awkward encounter as he was quite hungry. His sister had prepared a simple, but tasty meal and he scarfed it down happily. "This is very good, Kay. I can't believe you did this all yourself. You're so great!" He said smiling as he finished off the rest of his toast.

"Besides having our picnic, what else would you like to do at the pond?" He asked wondering what kind of games they could play. They could go swimming, but they could get in trouble like last time, when their neighbor noticed his sister swimming nude.

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"Oh, we can play Frisbee, and Hide-and-seek, and... oh, I wanna go swimming if there's no one else there!" The pond in question was off the beaten trail, so not many passerbys traveled near it. However, it was not so hidden that no one else ever went there. Kay still remembered the time their neighbor surprised them while they were swimming... she had locked herself in her room for weeks afterwards, too embarrassed to even see her family.

Still, as long as no one else was there, Kay loved the feeling of the water swirling about her naked body. There was just something about it that was completely different from taking a bath. Hopefully, the place will be deserted when they get there.

After Kay had finished devouring her slice of toast... and having checked that Zash had done the same... she quickly headed for the front door, stopping only to pick up a large duffel bag near it. Inside contained the blanket, cups, plates, and everything else needed for today. The two of them had carefully packed it last night, opting to only need to prepare their lunch the next morning. A task that Kay had already completed. The picnic basket was a little heavier, so she decided that Zash should carry it.

All that remained was to get underway. With the bag slung around her shoulders, Kay peeked out the door. Good, no one else was out there. Still, she hesitated, waiting for the security of her big brother to lead the way.

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"Those all sound fun, Kay. Though maybe we should wait on the swimming." He didn't want to get in trouble again, but he did like when his sister had fun. He didn't want to deny her simple pleasures. Besides, he might want to go swimming to and there really was no better way than skinny dipping.

Zash took the basket in one hand and his sister's in the other before heading out. It was such a beautiful morning. The sun felt warm against the skin and there was just enough breeze to be pleasant without having to wear a jacket. It was likely to get much warmer toward noon and would be perfect swimming weather.

The walk to the pond was a fairly short and uneventful one. Their neighbors were likely still just getting up and since today was a work day for most, it was unlikely the kids would get interrupted in this fairly offbeat area.

When they arrived, Zash set down the basket and helped set everything out. "What do you want to do first, Kay? I was thinking we could skip some pebbles."

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Skipping rocks did indeed sound like fun, but Kay was more interested in playing in the water. Or she was... until she tested the temperature with her foot. "Brrr! That's cold!" Well, it was still morning. A few hours in the sun should help warm it up enough to play in.

Soon Kay was competing with her brother who could get the very most skips across the pond before their stones sank. Although Zash seemed to be a pro, Kay just couldn't quite get the hang of it. By the time she could do it well enough, quite some time had passed. Perhaps the water was warm enough to go in now?

Once again she tested the water's temperature with her foot. Ah, that felt nice! "Zash, I'm gonna go swim!" Kay ran back to the blanket to strip off her cloak. However, right before she exposed herself, she saw two figures approaching them. That was close! She almost got seen naked by a stranger again! Kay quickly ran to take cover behind her big brother, poking her little head out from around his arms to see who was so rudely intruding on their time together.

As the figures came into view, Kay recognized one of them. It was Larry. The boy was the same age as Zash, but he was from a rich family... and quite obnoxious to boot. When Larry noticed them, he sneered "Ah, it's the two Losers."

Kay didn't like him at all. But Larry didn't seem to mind that he was unwanted here. "Didn't expect to see you here. Hey, I just got something this morning I want to show you." Larry stepped aside to reveal the other figure that was accompanying him. Wait, is that a... Mamano? It must be since Larry's slave collar was fastened around its neck. Hmph, knowing how much Zash yearned to be a trainer himself, Larry must be eager to show off his pet and rub it in Zash's face. Since Kay rarely went out, she didn't know what kind of Mamano it was. Maybe Zash would know.


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It was the first day back at school after a pleasant summer vacation, but for some students vacation would be extended by several days due to the planned class trip. It had been discussed by the teachers and other school staff and agreed that rather than bringing the students back for a month and then taking them away again it would be best to have the trip right away... especially as it would only mean missing a week of review and the weather would still be nice.

The architect of the trip, Marcus Harrison was in the classroom, getting ready. Already his mind was racing ahead to what a fun and enlightening trip this would be... for Marcus had plans for the students who would be accompanying him on this trip, plans that applied to one little girl in particular.

Marcus had been to their destination before, having happened upon it last summer when he went backpacking as he often liked to do on his vacations. It helped take his mind off his unfulfilled desires for the pretty young girls in his class. He'd always known that he was attracted to younger girls, ever since puberty hit him like a hammer and he started to notice the younger girls in his neighborhood. He'd managed to coax a couple into intense physical encounters, but this only meant he wanted more and as he grew older that had grown more difficult. Now in his mid-twenties having recently graduated university and taken up a teaching position, he'd hoped that he could start indulging his fantasies again, but kids these days were always taught to watch out for adults who might try to take sexual advantage of them, and he was too afraid of jail time to take any careless risks, so he wandered, letting the exercise distract him.

He'd found the hotel wandering in the midwest. It was down a little side road just off the highway, and there were no signs to mark it so he'd nearly missed it completely but when he saw it, his love of old buildings led him to book a room for a few days. He'd only just settled when strange things started to happen and he realized in time the truth... spirits... ghosts... were real and the hotel was full of them. The spirits fed of the sexual energy of those who visited, which allowed them to manifest. They'd planned to use him in their games, but he was a quick thinker and he'd bargained with the spirits, promising them fresh and untouched prey to play with if they'd let him go. A bargain had been struck and Marcus had returned home, telling the school administration about the wonderful historical building he'd found and urging them to let him take his class away for a few days. It had taken some convincing, but eventually they'd agreed.

So now here they were, getting ready to leave. He'd been promised his pick of the children as a reward for his loyalty, maybe even a few turns with some of the others if he didn't mind sharing. He had the perfect girl in mind too, a little sweetheart he'd dreamed about. She'd make an excellent little sexual pet by the time he was through with her. The students would be arriving any moment now and then they'd get ready to leave.

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Hiroko Tenkawa was, for a simple description of if, having a pretty good day so far. Vacation was over, and while normally she'd be sad about going back to school---spring break was always so short!---but here she was learning that she'd get to go on another field trip and miss another week!

Sure it would technically be 'school' but it sounded fun! And her friends would be there too! This was gonna be great. Plus it was supposed to be an old house, so she'd maybe even get to play a few pranks on the ones there... not that she would, of course. Everyone knew that she was a complete angel...

Which was a bald-faced lie and even she knew it. Regardless, it didn't curb her enthusiasm. She headed into the classroom, almost skipping, and waved happily at her teacher. "Hiya Mr. H!"

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And there she was, the girl he'd been wanting since he first saw her enter the school. She was only in his class this year of course, but he'd seen her many times in the hallways and at assemblies. He new her name and he knew all the information in her student file. The spirits had promised him that he could have his pick of the kids for his own pet, and he knew right away that he wanted her. Training her in the ways of adult pleasures had been the subject of all his recent fantasies and soon, in a matter of days, they would all come true. He even had a nice little collar all picked out for her once she was his. The spirits had promised him that the other children would all forget what had happened to them to prevent them from talking and telling their friends or parents about how they'd been gang-raped by horny spirits, but Hiroko would remember, he'd make sure of that. She'd be his pet for as long as he wanted her... which would be a long time, he couldn't actually see himself getting tired of her.

"Hello Hiroko," Marcus said with a smile, turning in her direction. "Looking forward to the trip, I hope? I know I am, I had a lot of fun the last time I was there."

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Hiroko nodded. Oh she was definitely looking forward to this. This was gonna be great. Plenty of people around, big old house to explore and maybe mess with people in... and also more time off from school! What more could she ask for?

"Definitely!" She said, giving the biggest smile she could. The girl had long since mastered the ways of 'being cute'. It was needed when you tended to be a horrible little troll sometimes...

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The little tease... Marcus had seen the way she looked at some of the boys, and some of the teachers like him. Likely it was all innocent, so far as she knew, but Marcus also expected that she knew how to set a boy's heart a-flutter and did so quite intentionally. Well, she'd learn how dangerous such teasing could be soon enough, and he suspected she might even enjoy her lessons. "Well, are you all packed and ready to go?" At her nod, he smiled in approval. "Good! The bus should be leaving soon."

He led the way out of the classroom, staying close (but not too close) to Hiroko as they made their way out of the school and into the parking lot. A number of other kids were already getting on, chatting excitedly about the trip. They were some of the last ones on so the only seats free happened to be next to each other near the front of the bus. "Everyone's on board, sir," the old bus driver said with a wave as he climbed into the seat. There wasn't room for him at the hotel, which was good because he wasn't the sort the spirits were looking for and just would have been in the way, thus he'd be staying in town and picking them up a few days later.

The bus pulled away from the school and headed for the highway, all the kids were happily talking about their summers and what sorts of things they wanted to do during the trip. Marcus, for now, simply decided to relax.

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Hiroko didn't really think anything of it at the moment; her teacher was following a bit close, but that was fine, he was a nice guy anyway. Besides, this was too awesome to really think about being worried anyway. Why would she be worried anyway? She bounced her way onto the bus, causing her skirt to flow and bounce a bit, though not quite enough to show anything. The skirt was pretty short regardless, though, it was still warm out, after all!

She started towards the back of the bus, eventually picking a seat about 3/4ths of the way down, alone at first, and joined by another girl soon after. The newcomer and Hiroko started chatting happily about their summers, and what was happening next, both totally oblivious about what was actually going on.

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The bus rolled down the highway and the journey went about as well as it could given that he was on a school bus with a ton of noisy kids. Really Marcus didn't mind much. He talked with some of the children who were curious about the place they were going, answering their questions as best he could before their curiosity was satisfied for the moment and he turned his attention toward the book he'd brought with him, stealing the occasional interested glance back at Hiroko when none of the others were watching.

The trip took about three hours and things eventually settled down enough to allow Marcus to enjoy his book. At last, he could feel the bus slowing and looked up to see that they'd left the highway and had turned onto a gravel road heading into the woods. Trees soon closed in on either side, blocking out much of the light save for what shone down from above. The road was winding and narrow but the driver was careful and soon they left the shelter of the trees and drove into a driveway that ended at the gorgeous old mansion he'd first seen last summer.

The driver pulled up to the end of the driveway and Marcus got out, motioning for the others to follow him toward the house. "So, welcome to Hill House... and yes, I know it's not on a hill."

"Then why's it called that?" asked one of the boys, curious, and Marcus smirked.

"It was named after the man who built it actually... Mr. Francis Hill." Marcus said. There were groans from the kids but he continued. "No, I'm serious, that was his name. He was a railway baron back when the railroads were first being built across the country. He built this house for his family but died soon after moving in. After that, the house changed hands repeatedly until the current owners bought it and transformed it into a hotel. They've kept the interior as close to identical as they could though, despite adding things like electricity and running water. And yes, there's even wifi." That got some cheers.

"Alright everyone, follow me. There'll be time to explore the grounds after." He turned and walked to the door and opened it wide, revealing a lovely entry hall with a spiral staircase leading up to the upper floor. Crystal chandeliers spread light over the room and he walked past portraits on the walls that he knew seemed to follow him with his eyes... because they did. There was a woman standing at the registration desk, tall and dark-haired, her large breasts catching the attention of every boy in the room. She was, of course, a manifestation of one of the house spirits... everyone was. Few of them truly had the strength to manifest a physical form but the ones who had fed deepest and most recently would take a turn in 'running' the hotel. He waved and walked toward the desk. Let the game begin.

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Yay for wifi definitely! That pleased the girl even more---if what she was already seeing wasn't awesome enough!---this place was massive! Hiroko was definitely excited, and very much impatient to actually look around! The bus ride there had been so very, very boring...!

Hiroko was never one to be good at sitting still for long, she had a feeling Mr. H had more to say or explain or whatever but maybe she could sneak off anyway and look around? I mean, suuuure he had said that there would be time later, but she wanted to now. One of her friends could brief her afterwards anyway!

She followed the others to the front desk anyway, looking for a good chance to sneak off and explore... as well as pointedly ignoring the boob monster at the desk... how did she stand?!

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With the boys all trying to crowd the reception desk to get a good look at the hotel employee and the girls standing back to glare angrily at the boys' backs and mutter about how stupid the boys were, no one noticed Hiroko's plan to slip away from the group to begin her own explorations. No one, that is, except Marcus who had been keeping a careful eye on her. He briefly considered following her and making her get into line, but he could handle the registrations and the spirits weren't likely to have much of a chance to do anything with her yet... nothing too serious at least. They would be at their weakest now, with little energy to spare to attack her directly. She'd still be his, they had promised.

So let her go exploring and have her fun. She'd still be nearby when he needed her. He turned his attention to the kids, pretending he hadn't seen Hiroko leave and calling for them to calm down and back away. Registering and getting them rooms wasn't difficult and he passed out room keys to each of the kids, keeping Hiroko's room key for himself at the moment. He'd made sure that her room was next to his and he'd give it to her when he ran into her next.