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Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte knew very well that this girl would be sizing him up the same as he was doing to her, but he was determined to be the more difficult one to read. To tell the truth, I wouldn't be able to answer that if I tried. I didn't pay much attention to where I was living while I was younger, and as such I doubt I'll ever find my way back. Still, I know enough that it was a vastly different place than this. That influence, whatever you want to call it, is what makes me and my ways so far separate from those of the people you will usually meet here, such as my strict dialect and the desire to sleep as far from the ground as possible, instead of under it as so many here seem to have comforted themselves with in their desire for security and privacy. The boy had now found himself on a chair with his legs and arms crossed, eyes closed. It was considered offensive here not to look at the one you were speaking to, but he allowed himself to slip into the old habits of his own world. If he couldn't enjoy the freedoms of his own customs, what was the point of telling this girl of his vague past? The way he told it, he could have been from some far off continent, an island that was also a well-kept secret, or even just some exotic location, but there was a subtle subtext to his words that claimed there was more to it than simply being lost and unable to find his way back to his home. It was a complete inability to even search. As if his home didn't actually exist. Morte clutched the thin chain around his neck and spun the crystal between his finger and thumb. No. It was real. They had told him over and over again it was not real, and sure enough it had begun to occur to him that what they said might be true. Once outside, he had asked around cluelessly, and once again found out the hard way that what he believed was difficult if not impossible to explain. The only clue he had, and the only proof that his wonderful distant fantasy was real... was this gem. It was his only clue to what had really happened. He had not been able to trace its origins or his own, and these facts along with his story convinced him that if he and it could be true... so could his world. ...have you noticed anything odd about me yet? It wasn't exactly information, other than that it suggested there was something out of the ordinary about Morte, but it was his question nonetheless.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She thought about what he was saying, and a few of the theologies of the underground societies she heard whispers from. Whispers of worlds other then our own, and how there had once been a case of a foreign creature coming to our world, lost, and was taken away.... When he crossed himself off and closed his eyes, she watched how this seemed habitual to him, rather then meant to offend, as well as a few other mannerisms he had that werent... of this world. And that gem around his neck was a definate rarity if she wasnt staring at one herself, shed never believed it existed.... She sat in an opposite chair, sideways to drape her legs off, arm over her head, other at her stomach, a standard pose for strong females who werent afraid of fighting, but the crossing of the ankles showed she didnt want a fight. Oddities besides everything about you, you mean? Your mannerisms are unorthodox to this place, and to most on this planet from my knowledge, as well as the fact you prize your hair, though no one here oes, and your postures are something to be oggled at. One upon prior reflection would assume you meant offense by such a closed language of body, but upon a second glance it is habitual of you, and thus causes the question of if you really have this habitualy, or if it is a learned habit of another upbringing, much different to our own. As for the sleeping high, i have to admit thats unheard of.... Now a skeptic would state that it is merely a descrepency of your minds altering due to our ways that you have chosen to exclude yourself from the general popluace in order to show an individuality, but the quacks would say that your not from around here, as in, not this world at all, but a flip universe of sorts, where pretty gems like that one around your neck would be a more common sight potentially, and mannerisms that you display would be more custome then here.... she raised an eyebrow. What of me? Can you divine anything of my ways by my actions? she asked, tucking her hair behind her ear in a quick gesture...
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

I'm learning plenty, but unlike you who makes your thought processes clear, I think I'd prefer to keep my conclusions to myself. Morte shrugged, lifting his arms behind his head and crossing them there instead. He was careful not to let his arms shift too far into what would be a more normal position for him. If she had not yet noticed, then it meant he was getting better at mimicking the rigidness of skeleton that the people here possessed. One more skill he had that set him apart... the only problem with using it to help his story was that he couldn't remember if he'd seen anyone from his world displaying similar qualities. He had never used it much himself in his youth until he had discovered here that nobody else could do it. He'd started doing it much more in his own privacy after that. The difference was invisible unless Morte was using the extra mobility, but his limbs could reach angles that Lily's couldn't. In some places it was because his skeleton was just different, but in most cases it was simply because he had extra joints. The down side to this, in a place like the one he was now living in, was that his bones were not as sturdy as they needed to be, and something that might not be as damaging to a person born here could easily break something of his that it was not meant to hit. Repairing the damage could also be difficult when Morte didn't have a doctor who could properly assess him. Another world, hnnn? I was actually more referring to something more physical, but I suppose I can't expect you to pick up on things I'm trying to hide. Let's get back to information instead of speculation. It's true, I was brought up with these mannerisms being commonalities. My hair is important to me, although that is entirely because of things that have happened to me here, not so much because of influences from home. Where I come from, if you believe my stories, this would be considered enough clutter to make a person claustrophobic. This home, this city, this entire continent. We have tall buildings that are widely spread out with open roofs, and we spend most of our time as close to the sky as we can. I don't remember seeing nearly so much of the sun as I do here, though. Morte kept his eyes shut as he spoke, his head resting against his arms, still cautious not to slip into comfort and give himself away more already. His face conveyed his expressions very well, even without the use of his eyes. This necklace... it's rare where I come from, too. Not as rare as here, but much less common than diamonds. It's my best bet to ever get home, but I don't have very high hopes...
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She raised her eyebrows not saying a word... His story seemed completely improbable, and would have deinately landed him in an asylum, or the labs, which then would further contribute to his negative outlook to her world.... His postures seemed a little rigid, and he seemed very light of build compared to her... ...Random thought. If i were to hit you hard enough, would you break? Or are you tougher then you look? she asked, having to voice it. Not that she meant ayhting by the remark, her tone not threatening at all, more speculative, like a child with a toy, wondering if they bent it this way would it break... She sat up and crossed her ankles, her knees up to her chest in a comfortable crouch, her elbows on her knees and her hands between them... She sighed and scratched an ankle real quick, under the steel platings.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte's eyes slid off to the side, as if thinking on the answer himself, searching for the likely outcome. That's a little silly to be asking, isn't it? People don't break... He began, but looking back into her eyes, he continued with what she had actually been referring to. But yes, you're right. My body doesn't have the same density as yours, so I'd probably break easier . However... you're also right in your second observation. I'm definitely tougher than I look, as well. Despite himself, loosening up about his true self and history was making him more tense. It was a dangerous move in the hands of the wrong person, and Morte didn't know this girl well enough to tell whether it was the right move or not. She could be thinking along the same lines as that mercenary from years ago right now for all he knew, and it would be right back into custody for him. I wouldn't test the theory if I were you.
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Oh nonono, wasnt planning on it. Your givin me a place to stay and money to boot to do a job ive been doin my whole life. I got no reason to even attempt to hurt you, or do anything else to you for that matter except my job. She adjusted her pose again, seemingly uncomfortable with any position she got herself into...She gave an aggravated sigh Mind if i lose the shoes? Theyre itchin me. She said, lifting up her pant legs to show the metal bracers that covered her toes and shin to the knee. She started to do a little tinkering, and it came off in a seemingly solid piece, but there were a few overlapping bits to make motion a little easier without creating spaces in her offensive defenses. She set them close by her feet and took up her first posistion sprawled out, tucking her legs in under her this time, trying to find a comfortable position.... So where am i crashing, and wheres the foods? Ima hungry body guard, needs to keep up meh strengths! she said with a yawn
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte listened and watched with increasing confusion, but nodded and offered up the information she seemed to want. The bedrooms are upstairs. You'll find that both are relatively empty, and I tend to move between them depending on how I'm feeling, so you can take whichever you want and I'll settle down in the other. The food is in here, in the cupboards and fridge, of course. He answered in a very concise way, then asking a question of his own. What do you plan to do about your hair?
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

She raised her eyebrows at that, looking at him in blank confusion Excuse me? What do you mean what am i doing with my hair? she asked, looking at it... it was tangled, messy, and probably had crusted everything in it... shed never really washed it since leaving the womans home.... it hadnt occured to her to do it, honestly... Training had been top priority next to food and sleep. Hygeine was next, but hair was at the bottom of everyything... it was just there t block the sun from her face so the glare wouldnt mess with her aim...
Thread: A Universe Apart: Morte and Lily. ((Private))

Morte stared, a little horrified inside to be truthful. Her hair was not just a mess, it was a miracle it didn't carry disease. I mean... wash it. Or cut it, even better. Long hair is dangerous on a fighter, but not nearly as much so as not keeping it clean and clear. So which course of action do you plan to pursue? Consider it one of the terms of your employment.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

12 midnight. Like clockwork, the web cast suddenly popped up on thousands of computer screens across the world. The image was the same as it always started. One beautiful, sexy, blonde with a seductive smile on her face and a lust light in her blue eyes. She wore a skimpy little outfit of lace like she usually did. This week, the color was purple and barely covered her ample sized, perfectly round breasts. Good evening my faithful viewers. And welcome to the Friday night addition of my little show. Dark Fantasies Sexcast. I am would hostess, the one and only Butterfly. For a late night sex webcast... Butterfly's show had some pretty good production values. It was a business for the girl behind the camera and all the others behind it as well. What the people on the other side did not see was that there were a small production crew that brought the fantasies to life. Three camera men, one director that controlled the feed as well as bouncer of a sort to keep things cool. They all made a fortune off of it. She was a sexy gold mine. Men were addicted to her. Couldn't get enough of her. No one knew who she really was for she never spoke her real name. To them though, she was simply their little Butterfly. Her signature was the mask she wore over her face. A dazzling Butterfly. Everyone on the show wore masks. Part of the mysterious appeal of the site. Making men wonder every time they saw a sexy blonde on the street if she was their late night fantasy that she brought to them three nights a week. It's the last Friday of the month, she said as she walked towards the bed that much action happened upon, and you all know what that means, right? It's Guest Star night here on my show. This month's winner is a handsome fella that has been a loyal member of the site for a year and a half now. Tonight, he is going to be my 'Master Daniel.' And you will all get to watch as this little slave here is put in her place. That was his cue. They had talked with him before all this on how it would go. He got to pick out his own mask and name for the night and what kind of fantasy he wanted to have with the Butterfly. This was what he wanted, and as she looked to him and her eyes beckoned him to join her on camera, he was about to get it.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

Daniel was already naked when he walked out. The young man was only abou 20, blond, blue eyes. He was wearing was looked to be like the mask from the pahntom of the opera. The young man was very muscular and was awaiting to have his fantasy fulfilled by the butterfly. He walked over to the bed and stood by it with a small smile on his face. Well I guess we should get started huh? he asked her looking over his slaves perfect body. He snapped his fingers to get her attention. I want you to give me a blow job, right away, and I want you to swallow as much of my cum as you can he demanded of her right away, hopefully giving the other viewers plenty of fapping material. He stood there already erect waiting for her to begin.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

The Butterfly was a real showmen. She smiled and rose to her feet to stand before him, Yes my master. Leaning her head in, her lips kissed his chest, It will my your slaves honor and pleasure. Her tongue slipped out as she licked his chest from the spot she first kissed, slowly descending lower and lover until she was upon her knees in front of him. But her tongue did not stop until it has continued it's long stroke all the way across his length until she was at his tip, swirling her tongue a few times around it before at last taking him inside her lips.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

He panted and looked down at her placing a hand on the back of her head moving her head along his shaft. Good girl he said to her panting a little. Deepthroat it like the whore you are he said forcing her to take it deeper into her mouth. He was rather lengthly, and he smiled as he felt her tongue move around his shaft.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

The only reply he got from her was a deep moan and her full submission as he pressed her down upon his hard length. Deep throating him was no problem at all. She had once done an entire show on it. No doubt he had seen it but now he got to experience first hand. Running her tongue along the base of his length, her hands reached up and started to caress his balls.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

He panted and grabbed the bed behind him. He looked down and smiled gnetly thrusting into her mouth. He was overwhelmed with pleasure and he was enjoying making Butterfly his slave. He moaned loudly looking down at her unsure of he could keep himself from cumming long enough for him to enjoy the moment to its fullest.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

The camera loved them both. The director faded between the look on his face, a close up of Butterfly up close and personal with his cock and a full view of them both. Even if her did come early on. He had the whole hour. He could make her do more and more for him. This was only the start. Her hands trailed away from his balls, wrapping around him and grasping his ass, pulling him even closer to her.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

Daniel looked down at her and closed his eyes tightly feeling like he was about to burst any minute now. He looked at butterfly and moaned as he filled her mouth with his cum. He pulled away from her and smiled looking over her. Now swallow it! he demanded her to do.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

A few drops of his cum feel from within her mouth and started to drip down her lips and onto her chin. Mmmmm, she moaned a little and nodded slowly. This was where the lady known as Butterfly really shined on her camera. Something already dirty and kinky in it's own right, and she made it even more of a show. The camera focused on her as she swallowed it, slowly, moaning the whole while. Once the bulk was down, she just as slowly licked the cum from her lips. And to finish it off, she took the little bit on her chin on her finger and licked it off, suckin' a little on her finger just as she had on his cock only moments ago. Still on her knees, she leaned back and looked up at him, What does my master wish of his little sex slave now? Moving she crawled to him and kissed at his feet, I will do anything for you. Command me master.
Thread: Guest Star (dleibman/butterfly0408)

Ah yes my lewd slave he said to her thinking for a moment. I want you to grab the end of the bed and bend over he said to her getting behind her. Hurry up we dont have much time he said to her. He smiled getting ready to do some doggy. Sorry about the short post writers block
Thread: Cheating is Wrong

Lyn sighed as she stepped into her math class. She'd been having trouble in the subject her whole life, but up until now she had always managed to pass. Now though, she found that she was having a bit more trouble getting along than ever before. What was worse was that the end of the first semester was drawing near and this was her last chance to bring her grade up or she would surely fail the semester and likely have to retake her senior year. That idea just didn't sit well with her because though Lyn had never made plans to go to college, not graduating with her class wouldn't sit well with her, because she had plans to leave that town as soon as possible, and she couldn't do that if she was still in school. Not to mention all the ridicule! If she didn't pass, all her friends would never let her live it down. Luckily though, Lyn had no plans on failing. She had sent a text message to one of the guys in her class that she'd go on a date with him that weekend if he gave her the answers to the test. The guy of course was more than happy to accept. Lyn knew she was an attractive girl, and she often used that to her own advantage. She stood at five foot five, had long violet died hair, and matching eyes thanks to her contacts. She frequently wore fitted blouses to show off her ample bosom, and miniskirts. She really wasn't overly fond of dressing like that, but it allowed her to cash in favors for promises to go on dates with people. When Lyn sat down at her desk, she waited for the tests to be passed out before pulling a little slip of paper from the sleeve of her blouse, opening it up and peeking at the answers every once in a while when it looked like her teacher was looking away. At three minutes to the bell, Lyn stood up and walked up to her teacher's desk, setting the paper down and walking back to her desk, looking forward for that bell to ring so she could leave and go home for the weekend. After all, she had a date to get ready for.
Thread: Cheating is Wrong

Lyn was stopped by the instructor when she was leaving and was asked to stay after class. After everyne had left he pulled out her cheat slip from the sleeve of her blouse. Lyn knew she was caught red handed cheating on a test. This would mean not only would she fail the class but she would be expelled from school. It was school policy. She wouldn't graduate. The college she wanted to go to would be notified. Her life would be ruined. The instructor said, Lyn there is a way out of your predicament. If you will agree! Become my sex slave for the rest of the semester. And the next semester! If you willingly submit to me! I'll conveniently forget about the whole incident and pass you with high marks!
Thread: Clash of the Legendaries! (A Kotep/Fancy Brat Production)

A deep rumbling echoed through the cave, the sound bouncing off the walls that were blackened by heat and smoke. Something deep within the cave had been awakened, and it was not happy. With heavy footsteps, the once-sleeping behemoth dragged himself up through the huge cave that held him. The red glow of the lava had died out, and the cave was only lit by his glowing eyes until at last, he neared the surface. The side of the mountain practically exploded, sending boulders flying, glowing red-hot from the heat of the flames that had blown away the seal on the cavern. Moving out into the sunlight and fresh air, the giant red beast stretched himself out, letting his loud growls ripple off of the mountains and hills. Groudon was freed at last, and he knew what he had to do. He marched toward the sea, the sun's heat seemingly amplified near him. When he reached one of the sandy beaches that ringed Hoenn, he roared and lifted his hands, making lava bubble up from cracks in the earth, pouring out over the sand and into the water, slowly extending the land out into the ocean. People had fled at the sight of the hulking, muscular monster, most of them aware of the old tales of Groudon, and of his rival.
Thread: Clash of the Legendaries! (A Kotep/Fancy Brat Production)

In he deep underwater cavern, the currents had started to pick up, the water started to bubble as well. The once silent ocean floor below was starting to come to life. A low growl could be heard as well deep within the cavern, and soon a pair of bright blue eyes flashed in the darkness. The floor below had started to tremor, the sand of the ocean floor starting to kick up. Many aquatic pokemon in the area had started to panic, moving about in all direction as to avoid what was to come. A small explosion was heard underwater as a large figure suddenly burst from inside the cave, rushing past anything nearby. The intense sunlight from above could reach the floor below, shining over the large blue body of Groudon's rival. Kyogre had been awakened, and there was only one thing on his mind at this point. He was well aware of his rival appearing as well. There had been many tales about their battles in the past, and how Hoenn had even been formed due to their battles. The people of Hoenn were now in for some history in the making, as the titans would clash once again. Kyogre swiftly moved through the waters to the surface, brekaing through and quickly spotting his rival ahead. After a little charge, he had fired off a powerful Hydro Pump straight for him.
Thread: Clash of the Legendaries! (A Kotep/Fancy Brat Production)

Groudon was knocked off his feet by the sudden torrent of water crashing into him, falling onto the hard volcanic rock that he had raised from the water moments earlier. His rival was awake now too, and he knew he would have to fight. He rose to his feet and gathered up the piercing sunlight pouring down onto his body, focusing it and letting it all out in a beam of blinding light. The intensity of the Solarbeam made the air around it crackle like thunder. A deep rumbling like an infernal fire began to emanate from Groudon's chest as he approached Kyogre.