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“You defeated them all?” gasps the princess Berthesda, the disbelief in her voice only making her sound sexier. “But how? Surely no one is powerful enough to defeat ten thousand opponents!”
Beneath the blood red sky, an evil horde of ten thousand deevils had indeed marched upon the Field of Utter Ruination, intent on slaking their lust upon her impressive royal body... But now, thanks to the efforts of a hero as powerful as she is ravishingly gorgeous, nothing remains of them but their own obliterated remains, soundly defeated in a mere instant.
“You doubt my power, princess?” Meeko queries with a haughty, heroic laugh as she looks out upon the now charred battlefield, her cloak billowing dramatically in the wind. “I am the greatest magicsha in all the realm, after all! These deevils may have expected me to unleash a terrifying firestorm or powerful tornado, but a flaming tornado…”
“My goodness! A master magicsha?” Meeko turns to the sacrificial altar where the princess – chained naked and awaiting her lustfully grim fate – swoons at the revelation of her power. Her keen gaze did not fail to notice her beauty and sexiness, her blonde hair twists in the wind, and her impressive royal bust expands outwards. “You have saved me, and my kingdom! How can we ever repay you?”
With the mere wave of her paw she shatters the chains holding her, the princess falling into her embrace as she gazes at her impressive eyes and even more impressive breasts. “I would ask for nothing but a kiss from the most beautiful princess in This World…”
“Oh, a kiss would truly be divine,” says the princess, her hair now a deep red because Meeko finds it suits her better, “but hardly a reward befitting such a gorgeous hero! I have heard that the tongue of a master magicsha is very skilled indeed, and I would be honoured to feel it upon my royal body…”
But the ground shakes from a mighty impact, preventing Meeko and Berthesa’s lips locking in what would no doubt have been a most spectacular kiss. Meeko gazes back to where she once stood, watching a mighty and powerful looking deevil rising above the smoke. He truly was the stuff of nightmares, his snouted mouth filled with razor sharp fangs and tusks and his body bulging with powerful muscles. He roars in anger at the loss of his army, brandishing his double-headed axe and his otherworldly meat tool swinging between his legs, stomping towards the embracing lovers.
“It is the deevilord himself!” Berthesda pulls herself closer, her rising chest meeting Meeko’s own. “No one has ever defeated him! Oh, all hope is truly lost!”
But unperturbed Meeko pulls the shivering princess closer to kiss her deeply, the payment for her deeds so far more than satisfactory. She ushers her away before approaching the deevilord, her cloak now flowing in the most heroic fashion she can imagine. As she nears she sees the steam rising from his charred body, easily resisting the urge to back away from his filthy deevonic aura.
“You will not have this busty beauty, foul creature!” She sheds her cloak, the words of her most powerful spells slipping from her lips as she summons a storm of fire and hail. “You face Meeko Magnifique, the greatest adventurer in all of This World! Have you any last words before I obliterate you?”
Hatred and wickedness in his deathly glare, the deevilord snorts once before rearing his head back. And with a mighty yell he proclaims: “BHWAAAAAAAAAAAARRKK!”
“Nyaaaaaah...” Meeko flails lazily as she is rudely pulled from sleep, the last vestiges of her dream having already slipped away. “I’m up, I’m up! Quit screaming at me, nyah…”
“BHWAAAARRK!” comes another ear-piercing scream, Meeko blinking the sleep out of her eyes until she can properly see the cuccotrice sitting on top of her chest. She watches with groggy disdain as its round body rapidly inflates and deflates to catch its breath, its glassy and oblivious eyes staring back at her. “Bhwaark… Bhwaark…”
“Nyah, every morning… shoo!” She flails again, her tormentor eventually taking the hint as it hops off of her. Meeko watches as its stunted wings flutter pathetically before it drops to the floor, dropping, bouncing around the musty boxcar until it bumps into another sleeping cuccotrice, her fur standing on end as it jerks awake. “Noooooo, don’t--”
“BHWAAAAAAAARRK!” Another ear-piercing shriek fills the air, the next fowl waking up and joining in. Soon enough they are all awake, the musty air inside the carriage filling with their off-key crowing. “BHWAAAAAAAAA--”
Bad enough they keep waking me up like this, she thinks as she pushes her paws down over her grey-furred ears, gritting her teeth as the nauseating sound turns her empty stomach. But they keep interrupting my favourite dream! Taddebelloc, the princess looked especially cute in that one! Maybe I’ll imagine her as a redhead for next time… If I ever get a night’s sleep again...
“Pleeeease shut up, nyah!” Meeko whines loudly, watching as the feathery and scaly livestock bounce and flutter around her in their morning routine. The straw from her makeshift bed falls away as she sits up, ruffling her hair to shake the rest out. “You aren’t even that tasty. Honestly, how good can you be if everything tastes like you--”
“‘Ere, who said that?” A gruff voice rises over her own, muffled through the walls of the carriage. “Oi! Someone in there? Show yerself!”
“Nyeh, taddebelloc!” Meeko curses, feeling her fur bristle. How did she not notice the train isn’t moving any more? Panic sets in as she fumbles blindly through the bedding for her things, her free ride looking like it is officially over. “C’mon, nyah, where are my--”
The heavy door slides open, the cuccotrice flying into a fresh frenzy as the morning light fills the boxcar. Meeko hisses as she shields her eyes from the glare, her vision soon clearing as she finds herself staring back into the face of an older looking Satyrkin. The stout looking fellow is dressed in what she assumes is a trainyard inspector’s uniform, his parsed lips quivering as he quickly expels air through them, Meeko hearing the gravel crunching underneath his hoof as he stomps it.
“The fuck’s goin’ on in ‘ere?” He bleats angrily, the telltale horizontal pupils his kin share looking all the creepier as he glares at the stowaway. “Who’re you supposed t’be, eh?”
“Nyah,” she responds, slowly lifting her head out of the mess of straw and smiles sweetly at him. “I’m Meeko… Meeko Brashstraw. Nyum, I know what this looks like, gramps, but I--”
“Gramps?” His eyes narrow further, bringing up his arm and pointing a wrinkled and calloused finger at something just above her. ““‘Ere… What’s goin’ on with that ‘air o’yours, lass?”
“Nyum? My-- Oh, you mean hair!” Meeko sits up a little more and flashes a toothy grin, bringing her paws up to smooth down the messy bob she sports on her head. Most kin she meets react the same way to seeing what she has found to be a most unique colour for hair: a deep and vibrant indigo blue, the short that shimmers when the light hits it just right. “Don’t worry gramps, it’s always been this colour, nyah! Just like what my--”
“Wait…” He scowls at her, and after a moment of silent staring he snorts and stomps again, swatting away a cuccotrice that chooses this moment to make its escape. “Aw, gods’ balls… Yer a bloody Nekokin, aren’t ya? What is it with you lot thinkin’ you can ‘itcha ride inta the royal city, without payin’ coin like every otha kin out there! Well not on my fuckin’ watch ya don’t!”
“Nyaah, I had to gramps,” Meeko whines, throwing her paws up defensively, “I lost all my money back in Wegpunkt and I couldn’t afford to buy a ticket and-- Wait, did you say… the royal city?” Her ears flick up straight as she leans forward. “Am I in Gefildeland?”
“Well where fuckin’ else wouldya be?” The old inspector snorts as she pulls herself out of the straw. “Now yer in serious fuckin’ trouble, lass, I -- G-Gods’ balls, what’re ya doin’?”
Meeko gives herself a quick stretch before she skips over to the doorway, leaning against the bay door and staring out into the trainyard they have come to a stop in. Sure enough she sees the pointed spires of a city rising up in the distance, surrounded by a massive stone wall that extends out further than she can see, and she feels her sleek tail flicking out behind her.
“I… I made it! I finally made it, nyah!” She bounces up and down excitedly, almost dancing as she realises her dream is one step closer to her now. “I can’t believe I'm here, in Gefildeland! Nyah, this is the best day ever!”
“Voyd take me, ‘ave you got no shame?” The Satyrkin shouts as he averts his gaze, “Put some fuckin’ clothes on fer gods’ sake!”
“Nyum? O-Oh!” Meeko stops her energetic dance and looks down, her bare tits slowly coming to a stop from all the bouncing around. “Nyeehee, sorry gramps! Guess I got a little carried away!”
“Enough with the gramps--” But Meeko is already moving back into the cart with a skip in her step. She stretches again, enjoying the gentle morning breeze as it tickles the striped, mottled grey fur along her bare back and legs, before bending down to hunt for her clothing. As she roots through the straw she hums a made up tune, her bare arse bopping back and forth in time with the imagined drumbeat, her bushy tail twitching as if conducting. Eventually she finds part of what she is looking for, a dress made of homespun purple fabrics, and pulls herself up straight as she begins to dress.
“Nyah, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this day, gramps!” She slips it around herself, wiggling back and forth as she hastily does up the buttons at its front. “I can’t wait to finally get started, nyah!”
“Wh-What’re ya goin’ on about now?” The Satyrkin is flustered, still not able to bring himself to look at her, “An’ s-stop callin’ me gramps fer fuck’s--”
“Nyah, do you see my gloves?” Meeko turns sharply, having forgotten about the last few buttons of her dress as her bare tits swing and jiggle as energetically as her. “Oh, no bother, I see them now! And yes, I’m gonna be an adventurer, nyah!”
“An… adventurer?” The Satyrkin is in a daze, watching her skip over and scoop the thick, woolen gloves off the floor and pull them up her arms. “You are gonna be an adventurer?”
“Nyep!” She resumes the search for her clothes, hopping over to where her boots lie discarded and struggles to pull them on over her peets as she keeps talking. “I’m gonna join an amazing adventurer’s guild, nyah, with some incredibly talented members-- although, maybe not as talented as me, nyah!”
The Satyrkin is snapping out of his daze now, Meeko failing to notice his anger slowly returning as he begins climbing into the boxcar. “N-Now look ‘ere, you--”
“I’m gonna go on so many quests, nyah!” Meeko bounces past him, feeling her tits popping out the front of her dress and not caring one bit as she spies her belt. “I’m gonna defeat bad guys and save villages, and earn so much coin while I’m doing it, nyeehee!”
“Y’can’t just--” He stammers, flinching as Meeko inadvertently flashes him again. “‘Ere, yer not just gonna walk outta--”
“Oh, and of course I’m gonna be super famous, nyah!” Meeko grins, finally noticing her exposed chest and trying to get the buttons to fasten up. “I can’t wait to receive my first reward from some beautiful prince or princess, maybe with a kiss or a private dinner-- Nyah, now where did I leave my pack? It should be here somewhere…”
“Are you even listenin’ t’me?” The old Satyrkin says as he stomps closer. “Yer ain’t just gonna--”
“Oh, and my panties too, I guess!” She turns and bends over again, sifting through the bedding. “I swear I was wearing them before I went to sleep. Hey gramps, do you see--”
“Stop fuckin’ callin’ me gramps, I’m thirty-seven!” The Satyrkin’s raised voice silences Meeko immediately, several more cuccotrice choosing this moment to bounce their way to freedom as he rails on her. “An’ I don’t give a god’s sweaty taint about yer panties! Yer still snuck aboard this bleedin’ train an’ I ain’t gonna stand fer it!”
“Nyeeeeh?” Meeko looks at him with genuine shock, the sour-faced inspector looking like he could butt her through the walls. “B-But gra-- Uhh, sir, I have to get into the city and register with a guild! I promise to pay you back for the ticket, nyah! My maman always taught me to be honest and--”
“I ain’t interested in no fuckin’ sob story!” The Satyrkin’s eyes narrow into a vicious scowl, grabbing Meeko by the wrist to keep her from inadvertently flashing him again. “The only place yer goin’ now is to tha’ fuckin’ jailhouse!”
“Nya-nyah, please don’t--” Meeko begins, wincing as the grip on her arm grows painfully tight. “P-Please, sir, you’re hurting me, nyaaah…”
“Too late fer that!” He tugs on her arm, intent on leading her out of the carriage. “‘Ope yer enjoyed yer journey, Nekokin, ‘cus it’ll be the last fuckin’ one you’ll ‘ave fer a long time! The city watch’ll have a nice, tiny cell picked out fer ya in no time an’--”
“A-A-Aerolio!” The word flies out of Meeko’s mouth without thinking, her eyes growing wide as she feels the familiar sensation flowing through her, her fur starting to stand on end. “Oops, I--”
A sudden and forceful gust of air blasts through the open doorway and into the boxcar, snatching Meeko up in its embrace and lifting her several inches off the ground. She feels the tickling wind slipping under her homespun dress, and as she hovers there it grows faster and more concentrated around her frame, like a string being spun into a tight ball until eventually, inevitably, its grip on her snaps loose and blasts out in all directions, the buttons of her dress popping open again from the force.
“Gods’ ball--” is all the Satyrkin can say as he is thrown out of the boxcar, the wind becoming a devastating gale. Not content with blowing away her jailer, the magicshal force rips through the wooden panels of the boxcar, and within seconds the air is filled with a swirl of straw and splinters and cuccotrice feathers, the explosion utterly destroying the train carriage.
And then suddenly the spell ceases, the air goes still, and Meeko screams as she drops down through the now missing floor to the tracks below. A moment later something else falls to the earth, the air knocked out of her lungs as it slams into her chest.
“Nyaoooww,” she groans, stars flashing in her eyes as she slowly pushes at the mass pressing down on her. “Nyah, what was tha-- Ooh, here’s my pack!”
Immediately forgetting her discomfort she rolls it off of her, standing unsteadily on her booted peets. She then takes a moment to stare in disbelief at the devastation she just caused, debris and agitated cuccotrice still floating down from above.
My spell did all this? That’s… Amazing! A large grin spreads across her face, Meeko unable to hide her joy. I’ve never summoned a wind spell like that before… And it destroyed a whole train car too! I can’t wait to write to maman and tell her about this!
A bleating groan draws her attention, Meeko making her way through the settling dust until she comes across the old Satyrkin sprawled across the ground, an especially plump cuccotrice making itself comfortable on his chest. She leans over him slowly, offering a friendly smile. “Um, gramps? Are you okay, nyah?”
“B-Bloody… Nekokin…” He blithers as he springs back to life, lifting his head in an attempt to get up but quickly gives up on that idea. “Wiv’r… Fuckin’ tits…”
“Mh? Oh, sorry again, nyah!” Her smile becomes a grin, quickly forgetting how glad she is that he isn’t hurt as she hurriedly buttons up the front of her dress again. “That spell kinda slipped out, didn’t it? It’s not normally that strong, nyah, but... I think I was still a little excited from my dream, and that can have a weird effect when I use magicsh. You should see what happens when I-- W-well, that’s not important, nyah!”
“Magicsh? F-Fuckin’...” The Satyrkin trails off, his callous paw reaching up to try and remove the fowl nesting on his chest but having no luck, the cuccotrice stubbornly refusing to move. “I’ll ‘ave you… fer this--”
“But I really should be going now, nyah!” Meeko interrupts, finishing with her buttons before bouncing back to her pack, wobbling awkwardly while slinging it over her shoulders. “Sorry again, gramps. And I do promise: one day, when I’m the greatest adventurer that This World has ever seen, I’ll pay you back for all this damage, nyah!”
A string of loud whistling rings out somewhere in the distance, Meeko’s ears flicking as she picks up angry voices approaching the destruction. With timely help arriving to help the Satyrkin clean up this mess, Meeko gives him and the nestling cuccotrice an energetic wave before she leaves them, skipping through the trainyard as thoughts of the adventures to come fill her mind. There was nothing stopping her now, her lifelong dream within her reach and nothing would distract her from--
“Oh! Taddebelloc, I almost forgot!” She stops and spins around, wobbling again as the motion almost throws her off balance. “Nyah, gramps? If you happen to find my panties, please just drop them off at the lost and found, and I’ll try to come back for them when I’m not busy, nyah!” She spins around again, her paw pressing on her stomach. “Okay, time to find some breakfast, nyah!”