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Resistance Training

"Now, let's stay relaxed," Deacon said calmly to the senior squirrel floating on her back. "Be calm, and let the water hold you." He hoped to be as soothing as possible to the old woman - she was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of simply floating. Deacon, as a wandering priest, knew early on that busking out on the streets does not pay any bills. Thankfully, he found a perfect opportunity to rectify this by joining up at Snake Edge gym, a beach-side center for working out and other health related activities. The fact that she was trying it despite her bad knee warmed Deacon's heart, which had him offer a free course for a couple of days.

The old Squirrel squeaked as soon as she felt water tickle the corner of her eye. She thrashed in a panic, falling down and splashing Deacon in the process. Thankfully, the attentive snake man had her hand in his the entire time. With a firm lift, Deacon lifted the wet squirrel back on her feet.

"Five seconds! That's progress, Wilma!" Deacon's words appeared to have soothed the older woman, for her look of disappointment softened after that. "That's our time for now, but we're getting somewhere! We'll continue our lesson tomorrow, so remember to do your stretches tonight." The gray-haired squirrel responded with a weary "Thank ya, baby." before kissing his cheek. Flattered, the handsome snake man helped her out of the pool and toward her changing room.

Once she was dressed and reunited with her cane, Deacon helped her out of the gym, and saw the old squirrel off with a wave. The wave of his hand was only a splash compared to the tidal wave of Wilma's shorts-covered rear. Deacon kept his smile, even as his mind went back to Wilma in her one piece swimsuit. The way it hugged her body, and sunk into those massive cheeks. He gave a silent prayer to Tlalocoatl, the Holy River, for blessing him with great self control.

Charlottesburg was known for its resorts and delicious eateries…at least, that was the public advertisement. The public decency laws in this city were so lax that people who grew up there had to question why other places banned prostitution. While he didn't live there himself, Deacon had been there long enough to form a complicated opinion of this city. It was good to be in a place where he could explore his sexuality, but it was hard to preach the good word of The Holy River to people who would rather praise what's between your legs.

Returning inside the gym, Deacon breathed a sigh of relief once the glass doors automatically slid closed. His golden eyes scanned the area from behind his glasses. Over half the machines were in use, and he could see many at the weight racks. Snake Edge gym was slowly starting to prosper in this den of hedonism known as Charlottesburg.

"Like, getting some good looks, DeeDee?"

The bubbly, happy voice of the countergirl broke Deacon out of his inner monologue. He made sure to hide his confusion of that nickname before smiling at the blonde-furred poodle. He sees her on Yoga nights often, and he once again had to thank the Holy River for his self-control because Lacey sure didn't have any. Deacon could bet that at least a third of the male clientele here wanted to confirm the rumors of 'A flexible poodle bimbo with poofy hair and a dumb smile' in the gym at night. Lacey openly, proudly, and feequently proves that the rumours are true.

"No, Lacey. Just thinking about how to kill time until the next appointment."

"Really?" Asked the curious poodle. "Well, why didn't ya just take that client to the break room and just fuck 'em?" The question pierced Deacon, making him wince. "I mean, it's totally fun! When I help the Yoga instructor out, there's been a couple of guys who-"

"¡Cállate, coño!"

Lacey blinks, seeing the sea snake hiss her way. She giggles, making her chest - a very large chest at that - bounce in her polo work shirt. A sigh escapes Deacon as he knows all too well of her 'relationships' with other gym-goers. There wasn't much he could do on that end - sex with clients was not taboo in many establishments in this modern day Sodom. All he could do is continue to provide something more substantial than a pornographic fantasy.

"!Mira! Watch my body! Keep the rhythm up! ¡Andale!"

In his quest to kill time, Deacon overhears Beza in the REC Room. With no sports scheduled, she had full access to the indoor basketball court to teach her Zumba class. He takes a glance inside, seeing his friend move her body to the sounds of reggaeton. The young priest smiled, happy to see that Beza was able to help people WITHOUT having to suplex another.

He smiles, watching her do her thing…especially the way she tended to bounce. Even in a sports bra, it wasn't enough to keep her bust down. Those nylon pants she wore too…Beza was VERY aware of that clothing's effect on her legs and rear, and used it to keep her audience enticed, as well as use them to catch Deacon's eye time to time. He wasn't sure if she noticed him but Beza grinned and turned around, letting her rear be the center of Deacon's attention as she rolled her hips from left and right. The other dancers followed along, making every rear from the perky to the fat to dance with her. Deacon closed his eyes, turning away. Any more staring and he might look indecent in his own shorts…!

"Hey now!" said a loud voice. "Can't be ogling your coworkers on the clock!"

The exclamation made Deacon wince, turning his head back to see the source of the yelling. Before him stood two men, twin tiger sharks, looking at Deacon with crossed arms: The Stoic Ralph and the Electrifying Ray. They were the owners of the Snake Edge gym, and they certainly looked the part. Both were shredded, muscular sharks, with the whole swole package: amazingly muscled arms, strong legs, tight muscle shirts, round yet muscular butts, and firm pecs that was causing Deacon's shorts to get tight. Deacon could only smile sheepishly as he waved toward the approaching Bosses.

"Lookin' bored, my guy!" teased the boisterous brother. Ray was identified by his many piercings on his dorsal fin, and other places if one were to look at his chest. "What, need something to take your mind off of things?" While he asked, Ray layid an arm around Deacon's shoulder, and pulled him in… to press his face against his chest. The feeling of all that man titty caused Deacon to gasp, and he fought to pull away from the embrace of that muscle-man titty. The grinning shark flexed his chest, while Ralph, the brother who wore wristbands and a choker merely stared at the flustered snake.

To say that Deacon was intimidated by these beefsharks would be a lie - although they were built bigger than he, both of the shark brothers were the same height as Deacon. They were also initiated into the Holy River months ago when Deacon had just begun working at Snake Edge. Despite this, Deacon usually tried to stay out of their way for the relentless flirting Ray subjected him to. Ray has never been shy about what he liked, and he demonstrated by lifting his arms behind his head and bounced his chest for the flustered, blushing Deacon.

"No, guys," Deacon managed to stammer out. "I'm just grabbing a snack before my next set of clients." Thankfully for Deacon, they too had a sense of duty to not let sex distract their work. However, when they wee off the clock these two were definitely on the prowl, especially for a sweetheart like Deacon.

Ray chuckled, lowering his arms. Ralph made a sound that Deacon could only guess was disappointment.

"Ah, didn't know," chirped Ray with a shrug. "Sorry, bud! I won't hold ya up!" Deacon thanked Ray, and sighed in relief. He walked past the two tiger sharks, only to feel a strong grip on his shoulder, stopping him. The cool-blooded priest trembled as he felt Ray's snout press against his snout to whisper in his ear : "If you ever want to ride the waves just hit me up pal…" There was no subtlety in Ray's words.

Ray then walked off, with Ralph following closely behind. Just as he thought the lust was over, Deacon then felt his leg get brushed upon by a shark' tail. Deacon looked back, only to see Ralph pause, and adjust his shorts to wedge into the crack, outlining the swell of his ass. Ralph didn't look back, but his sway went slower to make sure Deacon saw every sway of his firm, steely cheeks. Deacon blushed, walking away as the visions of these two hulking men flaunting their bodies followed him.

By the time Deacon got a chance to rest, he was in critical condition. His shorts could not hide the girth of his endowments, and he had no time to pleasure himself, considering the mess he'd make. Sitting alone in the break room, Deacon was downing a gourd of water…Until the door opened.

To his surprise, it was Ralph. Deacon held back a groan knowing he couldn't take anymore abuse, but Ralph gave him a new reason to worry as he revealed to Deacon the situation.

"You have a visitor."

The next client was supposed to be a tigress, but Deacon sees that his visitor wasn't a tiger, or a feline at all! Instead, The gawking Deacon was met with a towering Orca whale, who he had no idea who it was. The Orca had Ray AND Beza held at arms length, keeping them at bay as they tried to throw this huge woman out. She turned her head to face Deacon, and a glint appeared in her red eyes as she grinned.

"…So there you are!" the massive Orca exclaimed in her Husky voice. "I heard from the Port that some blue snake with glasses took down some local punks with Magic."

This woman tossed Ray and Beza aside, causing both of them to yelp as she walked up to the stunned Deacon. She had to be a foot taller than him.

"Sounds like a load of crap to me, but I'm willing to spend an afternoon busting some myths~."

Deacon was speechless. The Orca woman cracked her knuckles in preparation for a fight, and he was just staring at this woman in disbelief. Granted, this thing was wholly unbelievable to begin with, considering that this woman may as well have walked out of his wet dreams!

This woman is a brickhouse, sporting a healthy paunch of belly that likely hid a firm core underneath. Her breasts were large - almost larger than his own head - and they made subtle jiggles even when she breathed! Her extremities were clearly bulked too; Her mentioning of the sea port likely meant that she was physically strengthened from a good amount of hard labor in her life. All of this was combined with the fact that this woman was dressed as skimpy as one could be!

The only thing she deigned to wear was a pair of daisy dukes that weren't even worn right! Strained by what he could guess was a MASSIVE rear, Deacon could see that the only thing keeping this sharp-toothed babe decent was a thong…and that didn't hide the outline of her thick mound below. The only thing she had left on her body was a belt, and that was secured over her well endowed chest. Naturally, it did nothing to hide the large, black areola on her white-skinned breast.

"WELL?! You gonna just stand there and let me hit ya?!"

Her call to violence had her point to the awestruck Deacon. She wanted to have a brawl, but that hidden snake within his shorts wanted something else from her. The worst part? This is exactly what he needed. He had no outlet for his lust, but this luscious, brutal woman…would she be interested in a different type of confrontation? The insanity of this situation, added to her obvious sex appeal gave him no choice: he'd have to slide his way into her good graces somehow!

"…By the River, give me strength."

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Night Shaft

A new story with a new character - Hermione 'Hedgie' the Hedgehog! Come see how she deals with the graveyard shift in Charlottesburg's 5th best burger spot, Burger Suplex!

This story contains: Ass-eating, Anal sex, dry anal, large ass, and angry hedgehogs. -------------------------------------------------------------------

In the dead of night around 2:05 AM, A Charlottesburg resident curses the moon from behind the greasy counter of The Burger Suplex. The person filled with Ire is a Hedgehog woman; a creature who is as prickly as she is short. Adorned in her uniform, this Hedgehog wore a specially tailored top to allow her quills freedom, as well as black shorts to deal with Charlottesburg's heat. She stared at the empty tables and the old janitor Dog walk outside to smoke his lungs away.

"FUUUUCK!" groaned the needlemouse, which alerted the field mouse frycook to look over her way.

"Yo, you good Hedgie???"Hermione Rosebush, or 'Hedgie', looked over her shoulder with a frown. Even with a sour look, Hedgie was seen as 'fiercely cute' by many. No amount of mean looks and snarls could take away the allure of her smaller snout, button nose, and pretty eyes with a beauty mark under her right eye. With a roll of her eyes, Hedgie's british-accented voice graced her co-worker's big ears. "I'd rather be wasting away during rush hour instead of this graveyard garbage." The look on the mouse's face told Hedgie all she needed to know - he wasn't really listening. Where Hedgie stood, one's eyes always fell on two places. They started at her Quills, which were remarkably clean and free of dust, and very quickly fell below said quills. To many onlookers, the most eye-catching part of Hedgie, front or back, was her posterior. There were many things said about Hedgie's butt: 'WIDE LOAD', 'THICK WITH TWO CCS', and 'DOUBLE BUBBLE' just to name a few. Annoying as they were, the little Hedgehog could not dismiss any of the crude claims. Her short stature made the VERY wide swell of her ass cheeks present in anything she decided to wear. From the loosest jeans that hugged her ass, to the skirts that strained against her cheeks; Hedgie was one fat-assed babe. All this being said, she wasn't surprised to see Mike being glued to her butt for a full 2 minutes.

"Yew gunna keep glaring at my rear or are ya gonna grab it, man?!"This caught Mike like a sucker punch to the face. "D-...Deadass?" The look on this mouse's face irked Hedgie. She had known "Money" Mike for a whole week, and he was all about hip hop, and getting bitches. She knew he was a punk, but to her own chagrin she wasn't picky right now. She was stuck in a restaurant with no customers in the middle of the night...What was a girl to do? "The fryer ain't that loud, fam," groaned Hedgie while she did a full-body stretch. "Listen, I'm dying from boredom here. Honestly, I'm willing to risk my job if it means time goes faster. So go ahead and put those hands to use..." Hedgie didn't spare Mike any time to question it. She bent over in front of him, pushing her rear out to strain the black shorts with her immense ass. With a turn of her head, Hedgie saw Mike's drooling face as his hands hovered around her ass meat. A low growl escaped the prickly pear-hog; if this was ANY other time of the day, Mike would have gotten slapped into Sunday by the fiery hedgehog. The reason why the drooling mouse dude wasn't traveling through time is because Hedgie is a bonafide nymphomaniac. The itch for sex came as often as the need to breathe, and her teenage years were tumultuous trying to reign herself in. Now as an adult, her desire to not be the center of attention was matched only by the rampant desire of dick.

"Oi! Are ya gonna stare all day or wut?!"Hedgie's outburst snatched Money Mike out of his ass-based trance. The impatient hedgehog pulled her toes inward, and rose on the balls of her feet to heft her ass high. Hedgie's snarl was much more fierce as she bounced, making her ass wobble and her ass clap. "Last chance, prick!" Hedgie shouted over the heavy *CLOPs* of booty meat. "Either nut up, or piss off!!" The crass words of the young Hedgehog were usually a put-off to most people. To Mike, however, this only gets him to finally jump into action. With the war cry that was "A'ight, BET!", Mike takes hold of Hedgie's uniform pants and pulls them right down. The hedgehog's ass looked big on its own, but seeing her bare, cream-furred ass cheeks in the nude literally BOUNCE out of her confines made Mike squeak in shock. Hedgie could only blush and look away - that was most people's reaction when they saw her ass freed from clothing. She opened her mouth to tell Mike to hurry, but her voice was cut off when she felt her frilly panties get pulled down. "H-hey! What the FUCK? Why ya changin' gears on- WAGH!!" Hedgie shrieks as she felt her frilly panties get torn off her rear. the snarling hedgehog couldn't even get a word out this time, as Mike was quickly immersing himself in Hedgie's rear. His hands sunk into the globes of assmeat, and with a firm grip did he squeeze, roll, and molest that cake factory. "Gah DAMN, Hedgie!" Exclaimed the drooling mouse. "Y'shoulda let me hit it earlier!" Hedgie could only glare daggers at Mike, even when he spread her ass cheeks apart. The cellulite-given doors of Hedgie's holes were bestowed upon Mike's eyes. She could feel how whiskers twitched as his snout got closer to her rear. Her pussy, thick and meaty, was suitably wet for the task at hand. Mike, however, was eyeing a target higher than that; Hedgie's tail gave a little twitch as she could feel that rodent's eyes stare down at her brown, wrinkled butthole. It puckered as she winced. "O-oi! Ya can't just go from 0 to a hunnid like that!" Shouted the shocked needle-mouse. Despite her words, the trembling hedgehog didn't make any attempt to free herself - in fact, she braced herself by grabbing the counter. On Mike's part, he completely ignored Hedgie and dove in to get his prize: A sweaty, dark rim to press his lips on. The gasp she made could have been heard from outside the quiet restaurant, and luckily for her the janitor had his ear pods on. Hedgie didn't think much of Mike. She didn't think he was hot shit, she didn't think his music was good, and she definitely didn't think of the mouse as being an absolute ass-fiend. Mike was proving Hedgie wrong as he peppered that pucker of hers with swift kisses and slow, tantalizing licks. Hedgie had so many things to say, but they all came out as squeaks and little chirps of pleasure. Mike's appreciation for fat, prickly ass was topped off with a slap of her ear, and wobble across his face made him groan in delight. Anyone could enjoy a good round of ass worship, but the sweaty hedgehog was growing impatient. "Y-yew stupid bastard," Hedgie said through panting breaths. "G-get to the point...Fuck me, dammit!"

Mike the Mouse savored the taste of her ass one last time before he pulled away from Hedgie's fat rear. Licking over his drooling muzzle, the up and coming MC unzipped his pants to prepare for the real deal. Hedgie gathered herself within the intermission, and started to shake her rear with a growing need. "Nrgh.. come ooon, can't take that long to whip out ya-YIPE!!"

Hedgie's words were cut off when a sudden slap against her butthole made her flinch. One look behind her shoulder made the prickly hedgehog understand why Mike was so full of himself; Mike was the owner of a dick that was easily over 7 inches long. Hedgie couldn't fathom how in the hell Mike could keep it tucked away in his uniform pants, but as she felt his cock start to try and tuck itself away in her butthole she began to panic. "O-O-Oi! Too fast, mate! E-easy there! Sure ya licked me all up in there, but ya got some LUBE fer all that, right?!"

He did not.

Mike 's insistence was brought on by a squeak of manly proportion, and with a sudden thrust, Hedgie's backdoor was prided open. The spitlube only did so much, and the prickly creature hissed out a scream, puffing her spikes out in retaliation. Were it not for Mike leaning back in bliss from sinking into that hedgehog's butt, he woulda had a prick to the nose! "YOU SHITBAG!!" Hedgie cursed, clawing deep into the counter with gritted teeth. "T-That's the w-wrong H-HOUGH!!" Was Mike an idiot, or was he ignoring her? The angry, british thot could only grunt and gasp as Mike took hold of her waist, and got to work.

"Hoough, damn girl…' said Mike, eyes shut as he focused on that feeling between his legs. "DAMN that's a fine ass~!" Hedgie's enjoyment of her ass being loved and used was being tested, and the near-rapacious rodent was really pushing it. His dick was gliding into her ass despite her butt's clenchings, and the only lube she was given was a spit and precum cocktail!

The strings of "Fuck" and "Shit" was held along by the hedgehog, who fought back tears as she endured the sodomization. Despite the pain stinging her ass, our prickly little lady internally accepted her fate. Grunts became moans, and curses became slurred. With her pride swallowed, Hedgie relaxed her ass, and let herself, and Mike, enjoy the ride.

"…Uh, Hello? Yo, anyone there?"

This voice made Hedgie's eyes shoot open. To her shock, no one was in the restaurant…but then she remembered that she had the drive through headset on. Some dumb fuck was trying to order at 3 am, and Hedgie's 's spikes perked once again. "M-mike! Mike! You..rgh, s-stupid FU-UUGH-CK! S-SOMEONE'S ORDERING!" Hedgie screamed her lungs out, but that only made her winded from the lack of breath, and the big piece of dick slamming her guts. The speared, bouncing hedgehog could only guess that the sound of her ass cheeks clapping across Mike's waist was deafening…or he was going full cumbrain.

No matter the reason, Hedgie was grunting and huffing as her hole's been fucked into an open hole, and the nympho in her was causing her hand to push down between her legs and to toy with her clit. The other side that knew how to be a responsible worker, brought her hand up to the headset, pressing the button to respond.

"H-How. Can. I. H-help. You?!" Hedgie said through gritted teeth. The muted sound of heavy ass cheeks getting smashed upon was muffled by Hedgie's words, and not a moment too soon! Hedgie's cunt began to clench on a cock that should have been there. Were it not for the entranced, ass-plowing mouse's ungodly stamina, Hedgie would have made sure this was the last thing they'd ever do.

"Uh, yeah," began the obviously high, male customer. "Lemme get uhh…some Nuggets? Like, a pack o' 12. And a double cheeseburger. And a Sprite?"

The request was somehow mundane and insane at the same time. All those nuggets, for just him? Hedgie's bewilderment would have made her angry, were it not for the fact that her body nearly buckled from orgasm. The sharp yelp and clench of her ass was enough to get Mike to finally pause, as her inner thighs were suddenly soaked by an explosive release. Girlcum splashed Hedgie's inner thighs, and splattered against the floor as she took in deep breaths.

"W-whoa…You just came? Ayyy, let's go~!" Mike's praise was short lived as Hedgie hissed at him to quiet down. "Y-YEAH! Yeah, okay! G-give us a sec. J-jus pull up!" Hedgie couldn't even care about sounding so rushed to the customer.

Now on double time, she reached back to grab Mike by the collar. With a tug, he was pulled closer - stopped only by her spikes, which made Mike squeak out in fear. With a slow turn behind her, the glaring mammal hissed out her orders. "T-twelve pack of Nuggets. Double Cheese. Soda. Once you bust, get on it, fuckhead!!"

A curt, worried nod followed, and Mike got to work as soon as his collar was released. Mike pulled out of that well-used butthole, groaning as he wrapped his hand around his cock and began to beat off. It took mere seconds before he reached his peak; thick ropes of his seed coated those massive cheeks, and some spilled across the quills on her back. Hedgie's sensitive body trembled from the gooey sensation crossing over her quills, giving them a nice, gleaming shine. Hedgie could only bite her tongue as she grabs her uniform pants, tugging them up to stuff her ass cheeks back in the strained material.

"Damn," sighed the spent field mouse. "You ever think of doin' an OnlyFans? I can be your stuntman!" His face was a big smile, as dreams of being a big dick porn star flashed across his mind. Hedgie rolled her eyes and slapped a spatula into his chest, making him squeak.

"How about ya focus on this before you blow this AND ya trash ass bars?!" Hedgie's words made the non-needled mouse gasp, but her glare made him get the message that fun time was over. Back to work! ~~~ "Here ya go. Sorry for the wait."

The cold delivery from Hedgie made the cat dude blink slowly. His dreary eyes held no malice or interest as he gathered his food. A smile crept on his face as he gathered the scent of munchies-destroying fast food. "…Heh, Nice~." was his only compliment, and once he paid in full, he was Gone. It was 5 minutes until 3 am now, a few more hours until 7 am, and her ass was still stinging. The Janitor was back inside, mopping the floors once again, not bothering to ask about that mayonnaise that spilled behind the counter. Mike was no doubt trying to tweet about it, and Hedgie already had a few thoughts of how to get away with murdering him.

"Hey," Mike said, breaking Hedgie out of her daydreaming, and pulling her back into reality. "Let's hook up on the weekend. I know a bitchin' hookah spot, and I swear I fuck better when I'm high!" The grinning mouse pats his groin, showing his bulge.

Hedgie gave him a snarl. The thought of having to bear his mixtapes and his kill-death ratio in Call of Duty mas making her groan inside. Despite her disgust, Hedgie then remembered that her weekend was indeed free. The dick itself was pretty good too - maybe with a little practice he coukd be better. That snarl turned into a frown. "…A'ight, fine."

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Night Shaft

A new story with a new character - Hermione 'Hedgie' the Hedgehog! Come see how she deals with the graveyard shift in Charlottesburg's 5th best burger spot, Burger Suplex!

This story contains: Ass-eating, Anal sex, dry anal, large ass, and angry hedgehogs. -------------------------------------------------------------------

"FUUUUCK!" groaned the needlemouse, which alerted the field mouse frycook to look over her way.

He did not.

"…Uh, Hello? Yo, anyone there?"

"Uh, yeah," began the obviously high, male customer. "Lemme get uhh…some Nuggets? Like, a pack o' 12. And a double cheeseburger. And a Sprite?"

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LUST OF THE HURRICANE

Today was a drag.

The beach was full of people frolicking, swimming, and sunning their scales and fur. For some reason, this excluded them from stopping by at the table where Beza was stationed. It had been three weeks since she met Deacon and joined the Fellowship of the Holy River, and the honeymoon period was over now. All the mysticism and wonder of the God of Rivers, Tlalocoatl, didn't mean much to an initiate who was already bored with her work. It wasn't like she could talk about their religion like Deacon could, but his goody two-scales self just had to help an old lady with her groceries. She didn't see that blue hide of his until Deacon finally reappeared.

"Dios Mio, did you paint her walls too?!"

Deacon winced, taken aback by the outburst.

"B-Beza, it has only been 15 minutes."

Deacon’s look of concern was not lost on Beza; she acknowledged it with a roll of her eyes. This time, Deacon was able to see all of that Iguana's face instead of seeing that 'intimidating' mask. It took Beza some time to come to trust Deacon and the others fully, but her progress was quite apparent seeing as she wore the Follower's robes. With Beza being herself, here was no way she would wear something as formal as Deacon; luckily the suitors were kind enough to heed her requests. What she got was a robe that fit snugly on her body to emphasize the curvature of her pliant breast as well as the thickness of her thighs with the robes slit much like Deacon's.

She had her own modifications to the robes as well. For starters, she opted not for a boob window, but an Abdominal window. Everywhere she went, her well-sculpted abs were on display, especially now in this summer day that made her scaled skin sweat. Speaking of visible, she made her own major modification by taking the sleeves of her robe and tearing them right off. Her biceps were always visible, and she was proud to show them off at any time. Such a look for her was slightly unorthodox, but the Followers of the Holy River had dress guidelines rather than a dress code. Besides, Deacon could not say no to seeing this Iguana show more of herself; even that which was covered refused to be ignored!

"Ay, Mira! Que Paso?"

Beza's question broke Deacon out of his inner trance. He looked away, blushing, hoping that she hadn't noticed his eyes wandering about her body. He returned to the subject of the Holy Water as he walked around their table-stand. "Beza, I know it may seem boring, but sharing the word of Tlalocoatl is a boon to all of us. Even as an initiate, your words can sway many!"

"Then how about you sway me into not falling asleep? Mierda!! I can't cut promos on something I’m still learning about! I mean, unless you WANT me to bullshit stuff about Tlalocoatl!"

Deacon rubs the back of his hooded head and furrows his brow. "I suppose that is an issue," he murmured. "Well, It has been a while. We can take a break and regroup."

Upon hearing of a break, Beza agreed to the break with a full-body stretch and a yawn. Internally, she knew of the importance of going out and talking one's ears off about their cool water God. Beza, however, still couldn't find the patience to simply preach about it without sounding like a tool. A bombastic, high-flying approach was needed to keep her interest and raise other's awareness...

And that's when her eyes went wide, and her mouth curled into a big smile. Beza had an idea to pull in the crowd easily, but to do this she needed to convince her 'supervisor' to try it. She looked at Deacon, who was taking inventory of their gourds, and licked her lips.

Deacon, fully unaware of Beza's plans, found himself jump in his skin as he felt strong hands press on his shoulders. The squatting priest looked up, noticing it was Beza and her bra-less bust over his head. Deacon's tongue flicked out silently, his eyes went wide, and the tip of his tail began to rattle in delight.

"Hola, Deacon~! MuchasGraciasfor showing me mercy! I was bored to tears back there. By the way..." Beza's right hand slid from Deacon's shoulder up to his chin, giving it a gentle tickle with her claw. Deacon's balance was tested as his body shivered from his head to his toes.

"This...is a sudden change from a moment ago. What's gotten into you?" Deacon's answer came in the form of a scaled hand sliding under his neckline to grope his firm, pronounced chest. That tingling feeling of scale on scale had left him gasping softly. Beza's tail swayed to and fro with each little bounce of her hips, causing her shapely rear to give slight wobbles. Both hands were palming Deacon's pecs, and the gentle grabs were making him bite back little yelps. With a bend at the waist, Beza let her chest weight down on Deacon's hood; the heft of her soft breast made him hiss in shock.

"Nothin'! Just thinking that I'd go ahead and offer somethin' for you lettin' me try something different!"

Deacon's body began to warm right up. The gills on his neck flared gently as he began to breathe heavier. Whatever it was, it was clear that Beza was quite adamant in wanting to attempt it. The priestly snake slowly began to stand to gain some control of the situation, and as he turned around to look at the smaller reptile, he saw her smiling brightly; clearly anticipating a yes.

"...Fine," Deacon relented with a sigh. "What is it you'd like t- Ah!" Deacon's words were caught in his throat as he felt a sudden sensation in his groin. One look down showed Beza's hand pushing upon his robe-hidden package. The cloth he wore was well-tailored, but the freedom the robe gave allowed for direct touches to be felt in full effect. Beza lids her pretty eyes and flutters them Deacon's way with a smirk.

" Callate~. I'll tell ya, but only after we do this. It's only fair after hearin' me complain! Now come on, let's find someplace private!"

One grab of his concealed package stopped Deacon from making any sort of rebuttal. He makes a gentle whine, and followed Beza to wherever she wanted to go. It just so happened to be a beach changing booth...

The Followers of The Holy River, as a whole, sought to share love unto others. This usually meant offering aide to those in need, and to provide people with nourishment for body and soul. It just so happens that the Followers also had no qualms of Free Love – almost all members promote the importance of having a happy and healthy sex life. As such, there was no surprise, fuss, or lecture when Deacon was pulled into the changing booth for Beza. Just the sounds of waves crashing on the beach outside, and the sound of Beza's lips smacking against Deacon's inside.

"Y-you know," Deacon said with heavy, panting breaths. "Y-you could...just say what you wanted."

While his words suggested otherwise, Deacon was definitely enjoying this situation. Sitting on the booth's bench, Deacon's hands were eagerly exploring the temple that was Beza. Her restless, frequent kisses upon his lips breathless, but the softness of her body when relaxed made up for the lack of air. The swell of her ass, the absolute softness of her breast pushing upon his own, the frantic yet controlled rolling of her silver-studded tongue dancing on his own...All of it made the handsome priest's loins swell with desire. Beza clearly felt it too, for she bounced from her 'seat' to see what had just poked her tail.

"Your body doesn't seem to mind gettin' to the action!" Beza giggled to herself as she reached behind to grab that very apparent bulge on his groin. She always did enjoy these robes; they drew the eye to them to make you wonder what the owner had...and from what her palm felt, Deacon was hiding something firm, wide, and sacrilegious! Pulling off of Deacon's lap, Beza left him watch as she squat down before him to liberally pull the robe over that bulge. Her eyes widened at the sight.

"Damn~," Beza purred as she lidded her eyes. "I figured you'd be a brief's kinda guy. Didn't know you liked it tight!" The priest only mumbled as Beza complimented his salmon pink thong, which was strained by his erection. Gently as she could, Beza tugged at his underwear to reveal that holy scepter. His member, a solid black spear, stood at an intimidating size. Easily over 6 inches, and wide enough to make Beza's pussy clench in anticipation. With a wrap of her hand among the hefty girth of Deacon's member, the boisterous iguana looked up at the lizard with a saucy grin. With a pucker of her lips, she planted a soft kiss upon Deacon's crown.

The smooch had left Deacon shuddering in momentary bliss. The pleasure lingered much like the green lipstick marked upon him. Deacon's pleasure had only just begun, for after the initial kiss did she roll out her forked, studded tongue to give the handsome priest a proper tongue lashing. He could barely keep eye contact with the pretty reptile as she licked from the tip of member to the hanging orbs between his legs. Her torturous licking cradled those balls with dexterous rolls of her tongue; she ended it with a sweet kiss to both of them. "Mmnh~! Delicioso, Deacon! Bet you're ready to blow, huh?" The lusty lizard grins at Deacon whilst her hand gives slow strokes upon his agitated, throbbing cock.

"Y-yes," panted heavily as his body was burning with desire. "Goodness, Beza, I had no idea you-ooOUh!!" Deacon's words died in his mouth as he was caught by surprise by the dastardly reptile. His eyes were wide as he suddenly looked down to see Beza deepthroating his cock and attempting to smile while affixed to his root. With a wink, Beza pulled her head back and took a deep breath. Beza's eyed closed as she rhythmically bobbed her head on Deacon, humming in pleasure when she invited her superior cutie down her maw. The growing neediness of Deacon's moans got Beza fired up inside; She toyed with him further by dropping her head down and letting her throat squeeze around that black girth. Deacon was gasping now, his eyes rolling in his head as if he was moments away from seeing Tlalocoatl Himself!

Beza rises once more, breathing in for another plummet, but she was stopped by Deacon who held her head within his grasp. "Gah!! W-W-Wait! Not yet...!" Beza cutely opened her eyes to look upwards, and what she saw was a heavily panting snake with foggy flashes and a tongue desperately licking back drool. "B-By the River you are talented," He murmured, gently leading her off his angrily throbbing mast. "If we're going this far, I may as well make it fun for you as well."

Beza's eyes lit right up. Grabbing her robes at the shoulder, she lifted her arm, flinging it off of her with one fluid motion. Said motion caused her voluptuous breasts to bounce back into place, leaving her totally in the nude and Deacon left with a wonder how she could easily de-clothe herself.. She pulls her arms together to let her boobs squished together, and by grasping her elbows, she gave Deacon a full-course sight of her partially drool-covered breasts, The swell of her darker nipples and puffy areola, her immaculate abdominal muscles, and of course the lovely, wet slit between her legs.

"Venga, Padre Deacon~!" Beza chirped, making her hips sway as she bounced her breasts before Deacon's eyes. I response, Deacon's tongue flicked gently, tasting the salty, hot air before pouncing upon Beza. She squeaked as she found her mouth invaded by the Priest; she wasn't used to Deacon taking charge like this! His taste and assertive shift caused Beza's eyes to flutter closed, allowing Deacon to take full reign as she moaned in his fiery kiss. Deacon did just that as he takes hold of Beza by her ample rear and began lifting her up, causing Beza to squeal in playful shock.

"Ay! Look at you, Deacon! Guess you got sucked up by La Hurican too, huh~?"

Deacon smiled at the Iguana, who was smiling back as she was wrapping her legs around his waist. "I suppose so," the priest answered back while reaching down to grab and lead his dick toward Beza's waiting slit. "I guess all your teasing were the 'Calm before the storm', eh?"

Beza looked at Deacon in silence, before breaking said silence with a giggle. "Déjame los chistes a mi! You just focus on- A-ah~."

Her eyes went wide. The smirking snake gave Beza a little surprise as he grinds his tip on her wet lower lips. Beza took that as cue to stop talking, and she wrapped her hands behind his neck, and relaxed to allow Deacon full access. Her invitation was taken as the snake priest let out a gentle groan as he finally slides himself right into the self-proclaimed Hurricane. Deacon had to admit that Beza's title was apt; Her pussy eagerly sucked him in, and surrounded him in a warm, wet tunnel of love. Beza's leg lock became tighter, and the wrestler's strength almost made Deacon buckle. Despite the slight pain, Deacon proved his resilience with a slow push into the wrestler's body. The soft cooing from Beza was tickling his ears., and it made the sting of her claws digging into his shoulders feel like a tickle in comparison. Only when she relaxed her body did she get what she wanted; Deacon bringing his hips back to properly give it to her.

"Ooh...There we go, Deacon.."

Beza's voice purred in his ear as she pulled herself closer to her partner. The swell of her breasts smooshed against the firm chest of Deacon's, making him moan in approval from the soft-scale collision. Subtle claps echoed in the open booth as the Priest's hips started to reach a steady rhythm. Anyone who walked by could hear the sexual symphony of scales on scales, but the bystanders must have enjoyed said sounds to leave the two reptiles to their rut.

Beza’s tail was wrapping around Deacon’s left leg, and Deacon wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into him. Her legs wrapped tightly on his waist, forcing Deacon to put power into his thrusts if he wanted to move. Beza’s body was burning with desire – her cunny dripping with need all across Deacon’s hefty set. Their breath were almost harmonized as they both felt their bodies nearly go numb with bliss; Deacon felt his legs tremble, and Beza's eyes shut tightly as her spine tingled from her head to her tail. She brings her mouth to Deacon's ear, and her words brushed against his hood like the most refreshing breeze.

"F-fuck, I'm close...!"

Her alarm for her coming orgasm made Deacon realize that he too was on his peak. He didn't want to ride it out, and he didn't want to make her wait. Deacon huffs, and spreads his legs as he kicks his hips into overdrive. Beza's eyes shoot open as she feels the impact hit deep, giving her the right amount of pain to emphasize the pleasure she felt. Her sharp teeth bit on her bottom lip as she was teetering on the edge, but Deacon didn't let her rest. His assault was followed by an opening of his mouth, revealing his fangs. Beza couldn't even make a noise when she felt him bite onto the nape of her neck.

All she could do was open her mouth wide, and scream silently as her body seized on Deacon's staff. Her convulsions around his cock pulled him along with Beza, and he followed suit with a muffled moan. Beza's love juices showered Deacon's waist in short bursts of her orgasm

, and in return he let the Iguana take his seed raw. Each orgasmic blast of Deacon's cum painted Beza's inner walls to the point of overflowing. A gentle dribble of white began to slip free of her folds as Deacon's output became too much. Now finally able to use her voice, the grinning, eye-rolled Iguana groaned in ecstatic bliss. Deacon, breathing deeply, slowly began to slide out of Beza's pussy, despite Her lower body clutching onto his shaft. The warm summer air felt cool to Deacon's member once he had finally slipped free.

"D-Diablo~," swooned the panting Iguana girl. "Magic, martial arts, and a fun lay...You're a package deal, Padre~!"

"You know, you can just call me Deacon..." mused the recovering blue snake. Taking a seat in the booth's bench, both Deacon and Beza slumped together. After the cacophony of moans, panting, and the sweet sounds of their love, it was cathartic for both of them to gather their breath.

The peaceful quiet was broken by Beza, who's tail wagged as she looked up at Deacon. "...Soooo, wanna hear me out?" Naturally, Deacon winced as he was reminded why she initially wanted to lay with him. Flicking his tongue, Deacon adjusted himself from his slouched position, making Beza lean back. "Ah, right," Deacon said while readjusting his glasses. "What is it you wished to-"

"So, I know I'm not good at preaching! But I can cut a FIRE promo! All I need is a make-up ring and some posters! That'll be enough to make 'Angel Smackdown' a bitchin’ reality! Imagine it: I'm taking people on and showing off the power of Tlalocoatl! All proof, no BS! Don't that sound great?!"

Beza grins at the Priest, eager to know of his answer to her massive plan. Her eyes watched his, and Deacon was silent. His brow furrowed as he looked up in the sky, lost in thought. With baited breath, Beza laid on Deacon's chest with a wide smile full of hope and anticipation. After much moments of silence, Beza finally got her answer.

"...What?"

#nsfw #original character #short story #luchadora #priest

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WRATH OF THE HURRICANE

The summer Sun shined down on Charlottesburg, illuminating this curious city and all its inhabitants. Many of said inhabitants were hitting the beach on this fine day to enjoy the sand and waves of the beautiful beach. The boardwalk was full of activity with people selling wares to the many tourists who were here to visit. As it would turn out, there was a group of folks that were not pleased with a certain seller's deal.

"...I understand that you are parched, but you must understand! I cannot give you the Holy River's water!"

The distressed cry came from an interesting specimen. The glasses-wearing man was clearly a snake with a cobra's hood and blue scales, but he had quite a few aquatic qualities that set him apart. Fins were located on his forearms and the back of his calves, along with a massive head fin directly in the middle of the speaker's head. The handsome man was clad in a religious robe that exposed the tall snake man's well-toned, long legs. His golden eyes held a gentle light to them, even with his firm glare he gave to the group of salty sea-dogs standing before him.

Sadly, the collection of sea-faring canines were not fond of this snake-fish's words. Though he was tall, tall enough to be well over 6 feet, the pit-bull, german shepherd, and doberman were not intimidated by a pretty boy priest. The Doberman stepped up to the young priest, baring his teeth to the snake. Although the snake man wasn't cowering, he took a step back from the advancing dogs.

"You got some balls then, Fish boy," the doberman said with a rolling growl in his throat. "Tooting up your own horn about how good your water is, and then telling us we can't have it? That's just not fair, Deacon."

His brutish comrades clearly agreed as they followed the lead of the doberman and stepped forward. The snake-man looked between them all, clutching his fists as he felt the tension rise. "S-surely we can do this without getting violent...!" claimed the snake man, but the Doberman only chuckled as he cracked his knuckles.

"We won't have to if you shut the fuck up and- OW!"

The doberman's threat was cut off as he yelped and clutched the back of his head. The shepherd, pit-bull, and Snake all winced as the pit-bull hissed in sudden agony. Feeling the back of his head, the Doberman checked to see if he was bleeding...He wasn't, but he had a knot growing in the back of his head now. A view to the side revealed the weapon - a baseball rolling by his paws.

"Hey!! Sorry about the pitch, ¡cabrón! Couldn't find a target to dunk you clowns in, so I just went for the next best thing!!"

That womanly voice, coated in a very noticeable accent, belonged to a woman standing behind the three dogs. With an angry turn, the Doberman saw his attacker - a pretty faced Iguana with a smile as bright as the Sun above. Her face had green scales on her head, and the peek of orange underbelly scales starting from her chin downwards. Atop her right eyebrow was a dual piercing, and her blue eyes were bright with a rebellious fire. The Doberman was pulled up by the Pit-bull, and the sharp-eared dog 's eyes furrowed as he stared at his cocky assailant.

"...What the fuck is this!? Young little thing like you's trying to play hero or something?"

By now, a scene had been caused, and there was a wide berth of people staring at Deacon, the Dogs, and the Iguana facing off. Her scales glistened as she stepped forward, pointing a clawed finger at the dogs from underneath her body-covering poncho.

"Hero? Wouldn't say that - I'm just a concerned lady who don't like seein' a couple of brutes pick on a defenseless dude! But if you want a Hero, tough luck! Beza's gonna give ya something worse!"

Beza's pause came with a smirk as she saw the growing confusion in the sea dogs' face, as well as the snake man for that matter. Her hand slowly retreats back to herself to rise toward her shoulder. She grasps the Poncho, and she hurls it toward the dogs, who are quick to swat at it and toss it to the ground. What served as a useless attack was actually a distraction - the pretty Iguana girl was suddenly donning a new outfit! With accents of blue lining the menacing black fabric, the iguana was now wearing a leotard that hugged her frame comfortably! The top was VERY low cut, allowing her bountiful, big breasts to bounce whenever this Iguana made a move. Beza was definitely aware of the attentions her breasts gave her, and she seemed to relish in it as she puffed her chest out while laying her hands on her waist.

Her breasts were far from the only thing of note, for with a simple flex did Beza show to all that she was RIPPED. Her arms bulged with tense muscles working along her green-scaled arms. Her thick thighs tensed, showing off the power underneath the thin layer of fat that would make any watermelon tremble with fear. Her leotard was even custom-made to have a diamond-cut on he stomach to show everyone a deliciously sculpted middle. Firm, noticeable, abs were present for all to see. And to top it all off, Beza's cabeza was clad in a fierce, green mask that made her gaze a fierce glare from the mask's eye decals. The mask's mouth open to see her grinning face and green painted lips. In mere seconds, Beza had transformed from an unassuming bystander into a professional luchadora!

"La Hurican de Fuego los dejará hecho cenizas!!" Beza shouted to the trio of dogs, pointing their way before threatening them by sliding her thumb over her throat. They stared at her blankly before the Shepherd asked his comrades what she said. Deacon, staring at Beza with wide, shocked eyes, shook his head and cleared his throat.

"...She says that 'The Hurricane of Hell will turn you to cinders...' "

The crowd of people were just as stunned as the trio of dogs. The shepherd and pit-bull exchanged a glance, and laughed awkwardly at this whole debacle. The Doberman, however, was not laughing. His shoulders sagged and his chest rose before exhaling a loud sigh. "...We sail across the damned oceans and now we gotta deal with this shit. Boys!! Toss this lizard into the trash!"

The crowd of people began to thin out as the promise of violence was stated. Deacon gulped, seeing the tension shift from him toward this fiery marine iguana! "M-miss Beza, please reconsider!" Shouted the blue snake. "Violence is not needed for this!"

Beza's hidden eyes scanned over the blue-finned snake-fish man. Her smile grew wide as she made a mental note to get friendly with this mysterious Priest. Her nice thoughts were intruded on as the german shepherd and the pit-bull got into her point of view. Assured of this quick work, both the sea dogs came to regret it as Beza revealed that her beautiful stature came with a terrifying speed. The pit-bull didn't even have a chance to regret reaching for her, because before he knew it, he was seeing stars after Beza's tail smacked him across the face.

The Doberman's face of surprise was muted compared to that of Deacon's, and especially the crowd's. Pit-bull went stumbling to the floor, and the German Shepherd grit his teeth lunged at Beza to avenge his homie. A quick glance behind her shoulder had the beautiful and stunning Beza thrust her arm backwards to jam her shoulder into the rushing dog's gut. A pained gasp echoed in the air as the german shepherd's lungs were aired out by that attack, causing him to immediately double over and clutch his stomach. How very unfortunate that this is where Beza wanted him; She grabs his head and leaps in the air. The crowd gasps in shock and awe as the colorful, violent iguana lands on her ass with a thud, and so does German Shepherd's chin impacting her shoulder. The crowd cried out in shock and excitement at the sudden Stunner left Shepherd flopped over on the ground, unconscious.

"Looks like that's lights out for you, perro! What about you, Fido? Still want this smoke?!"

Beza's threat was directed to the pit-bull, who had staggered back on his feet! The wrestler didn't rush to stand up; She was waving to the crowd, and giving a flex to those who were giving her a good amount of praise. Upon noticing the next opponent putting on a pair of brass knuckles, she could only sigh and shrug her shoulders in a sarcastic manner. Rising to a full-body stretch, Beza let out a gentle moan as she felt her body loosen up, giving everyone a show of her sculpted beauty. With the exclamation of "You're Dead!!", the heavy set dog grit his teeth and went in swinging!

The difference between the Pit-bull bruiser and the lovely Iguana grappler was like night and day. He rushed in with straights, wild jabs and hooks to push her against the boardwalk wall, while she was easily outpacing the dog with her sidesteps, backward hops, and some good old fashion taunts to get get the dog going. "Que paso, pendejo~? You look a bit distracted!" asked Beza, who had paused her momentum to raise her hands behind her head and shake her bouncing, big breasts. The hoots and hollers of the crowd made Beza grin wide; the attention made her tail sway and her scales tingle. Every jeer, shout, and cheer sent her way electrified her, and made her grin confidently at her fumbling opponent! As for the pit-bull, It had the opposite effect; angered and humiliated, he rushed at her - a mistake many make upon fighting a wrestler!!

The dog's straight punch landed on air as Beza slid on the outside of the swing. Her teeth glinted in the sun as she bounced on her feet and leapt on the Pit-bull's back. The disoriented Sea Dog couldn't compose himself well enough to stop Beza from sitting on his shoulders, but by then it was too late. Beza locked her legs together around the dog's head, and squeezed HARD on his head. The beauty of the Iguana's legs were amplified by her amazing flex and the trapped dog's muffled screams. Blowing a kiss to the now electrified crowd, Beza ended the dog's suffering with a special move! She twists her upper body to the right, then torques all of herself to the left, causing the dog and herself to spin toward the boardwalk.

*WHAM!!*

Beza's opponent was crushed by gravity, and two powerful thighs. As soon as her legs opened, she saw the pit-bull looking at the sky, groaning and dazed. The display of violence was impressive to have the whole crowd applauding. Even Deacon could not refute the display of finesse and power shown to him! With a hop to her feet, Beza grins as she gives the audience an appreciatory flex of her arms. The smiles and cheers of the crowd warmed her scales hotter than the Sun, and she couldn't help herself; She blows kisses and waves at her adoring fans! The moment, however, was cut short by a loud sound that made Beza cry out in shock.

*BANG!!*

The crowd began to scream and scatter from the loud sound. Beza, shocked as well, whirled around at the sound. She saw the Doberman holding up a handgun in the air after firing it, and now it was being pointed at her. "I'm mighty tired of this shit," said the stone-faced and armed dog. "I would tell ya to leave, but I oughta get payback for makin' a fool of my boys." For once, Beza didn't know what to do! She was prepared for a fight, but even with her might, speed, and finesse a gun was still a gun! For once, she was speechless, and the Doberman chuckled as he realized that fact. He raised his weapon up, taking aim at the bombastic lizard....when all of a sudden, his hand was slammed by something, causing it to jerk upwards! The pressure made him unhand his firearm, and scream out as he held his stinging wrist.

"AUGH!? WHAT NOW?!"

The Doberman was unaware of what knocked his gun away, but Beza saw it all happen. The thing that knocked the gun away was...Water! Water that was being controlled by that cute shopkeeper. It lunged like a snake and slammed itself on the Dog's hand. The Doberman was far too busy focusing in his hand to realize the continued assault; Deacon recalled the water back into an open gourd and advanced toward the dog himself.

The sun shined in Deacon's glasses as he adjusted them with a finger, and soon after that he sprung into action. Like the water he controlled, Deacon moved in a fluid motion, sliding toward the Dog with a quick, yet elegant stride. This was no attempt to scold the dog however - the snake priest's body twisted at the upper body, turning away from the reeling dog. Beza gasped, as the priest revealed his intentions; His body suddenly thrust itself toward the dog in an attack! His upper back collided with the irate doggo, and the impact was an audible SLAM that echoed in the bright sunlight. The Doberman was lifted off his feet, howling in pain as he was sent sprawling forward. A hoarse wheeze was heard as the Doberman stumbled on his feet. His balance unstable, all he could do was look behind his shoulder to see his assailant: The tall, soft spoken snake who was pleading for them for peaceful solutions. The doberman was filled with pain, but that pain couldn't compare to the rage in his heart... that is until Beza made herself known by hugging the dog tightly.

"Buenos Noches, Fuckboy!!"

Beza teeth flashed in the sun as she grinned at the Doberman's head snapping back to face her. That hug became a squeeze to lock the dog in a firm, back-straining grip. The Doberman grit his teeth to endure the increasing pain as he reached for her arms to free himself. Try as he might, he ultimately failed for two reasons: Beza wasn't hurting right now, AND the dog couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet. It took the Doberman a moment to realize what was happening, and when he did he screamed frightfully as he was headed right for the ground. Beza's back arched beautifully as she lifted the dog in a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, ceasing his screams with a wood-bending SLAM! The Doberman's legs went rigid before going limp, and Beza's perfect bridge was undone as she used her tail to hoist herself back up. Upon standing, Beza raised her hands and posed for her adoring fans...that sadly had left when the gun was pulled. Her smile waned as she looked around at the dispersed crowd.

"Coño!" spat the angered lizard. "Bastard cost me my audience!" A deep groan followed as she laid her hands on her hips. If it weren't for Deacon walking up to her an applauding, she would have thought this street fight was pointless!

"While a bit excessive, I still applaud and thank you Ms. Beza! Had I known they were armed, I would have joined earlier..." Deacon approached the smaller lizard, but she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at him.

"...If you coulda did that from the start, why didn't ya fight?! You can control water!"

"Not all water; So far I can only control water from the river that goes through Mount Modeus." corrected Deacon, adjusting his glasses. "With the blessings of the Holy River, Tlalocoatl, can I manifest that water to aid me."

Beza stared at Deacon, cocking her head to the side with a frown. Though she was masked, Deacon could still feel her unimpressed gaze on him.. "Big words for a fancy magic trick, priest boy. I coulda took 'em all, sure, but street fights are better with partners!"

Deacon's mouth opened, but stopped there. Explaining the difference between a blessing and magic usually made people skeptical or bored. If she was interested in the Holy River, he'd make it clear. For now, he needed to soothe this fired up Iguana.

"...Y-yes, well. All the same, I'm sure those dogs would have absconded with the River's water if I were alone. You have my gratitude, Beza."

He bows before her with a smile on his snout.

"My name is Deacon, and if you need anything, I'll do my best to help."

Beza crosses her arms under her chest, scrutinizing the polite snake. Her gaze immediately softened when looking at his face, glad that her mask could hide even the slightest hint of a blush. The snake man's blue scales were rather vibrant, and it accentuated the cuteness of this cute snake-man. His golden eyes looking into hers made her avoid his gaze, but now it was trained on her chest and it made her feel warmer on the cheeks! Unlike the priests she had known growing up, this young and handsome priest seemed to enjoy showing a peek of his pecs! The defined-yet-not-huge perk of his chest made her look lower, but even that wasn't safe for her. This blue snake had a nice pair of legs on him; long, and deliciously toned...if she were to guess, this guy kept this body up with a lot of running, and perhaps swimming! Beza cleared her throat, regaining her composure as she whips her head back up to look at Deacon in the eyes. He looked amused.

"...Wipe the look, Padre. Just cuz you're cute doesn't mean you're off the hook yet!"

When she was certain her cheeks weren't bright like a night light, she pulls off her mask to show her face once more. Her head shook to let her long spines flip away from her eye like a strand of hair

"...Well, I guess if you wanna help, you can tell me how you got all these water powers! Not that I need 'em but havin' em would be useful against punks, y'know?"

Deacon's chuckle made her pout, but he quickly followed with a pitch to his faith. "As I said before, it is a blessing. It takes faith instead of studying to gain a blessing such as this."

He pauses, only to smile brightly at the slightly agitated Iguana. "...That being said, Tlalocoatl welcomes all. If you would join us, surely your blessing would be wonderful as well."

"Alright, tone it down," Beza mused, waving her hand. "I'll check out your place since you're cute."

Beza was surprised to see his face light up like a child getting a present. He began to ramble on about the faith he served, but she tuned out early. Just seeing him so happy was infectious enough, and she began to smile too. Perhaps this wouldn't be a drag after all.

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WRATH OF THE HURRICANE

"...I understand that you are parched, but you must understand! I cannot give you the Holy River's water!"

"We won't have to if you shut the fuck up and- OW!"

"Hey!! Sorry about the pitch, ¡cabrón! Couldn't find a target to dunk you clowns in, so I just went for the next best thing!!"

"...What the fuck is this!? Young little thing like you's trying to play hero or something?"

"Hero? Wouldn't say that - I'm just a concerned lady who don't like seein' a couple of brutes pick on a defenseless dude! But if you want a Hero, tough luck! Beza's gonna give ya something worse!"

"...She says that 'The Hurricane of Hell will turn you to cinders...' "

"Looks like that's lights out for you, perro! What about you, Fido? Still want this smoke?!"

*WHAM!!*

*BANG!!*

"AUGH!? WHAT NOW?!"

"Buenos Noches, Fuckboy!!"

"...If you coulda did that from the start, why didn't ya fight?! You can control water!"

"...Y-yes, well. All the same, I'm sure those dogs would have absconded with the River's water if I were alone. You have my gratitude, Beza."

He bows before her with a smile on his snout.

"My name is Deacon, and if you need anything, I'll do my best to help."

"...Wipe the look, Padre. Just cuz you're cute doesn't mean you're off the hook yet!"

"...Well, I guess if you wanna help, you can tell me how you got all these water powers! Not that I need 'em but havin' em would be useful against punks, y'know?"

Deacon's chuckle made her pout, but he quickly followed with a pitch to his faith. "As I said before, it is a blessing. It takes faith instead of studying to gain a blessing such as this."

He pauses, only to smile brightly at the slightly agitated Iguana. "...That being said, Tlalocoatl welcomes all. If you would join us, surely your blessing would be wonderful as well."

"Alright, tone it down," Beza mused, waving her hand. "I'll check out your place since you're cute."

#whack writing #writing #original character #luchadora

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Dinner Time 2!

Hello there! This is the sequel and conclusion to Juniper's family story! Hope you enjoy, and leave a comment please! --------------------------------------------------------------------- Three o' clock. The Time of Reckoning had fallen upon Juniper. The grandmother had never let her age slow her down, but after those past few hours, she had to admit that she wasn't the Bunny she used to be! This was apparent with the struggles she was having with the closet door. With her back against it, Juniper fought against the innumerable magazines, skateboards, and her favorite body pillow that threatened to break free.

"Rrfh! Come on, Juni; kick this junk's ass!!"

With a final push, Juniper sighed in triumph after hearing the closet door click. With her junk stashed away, the illusion of a clean house was complete! Her loving family would be oblivious to all the corners she cut to make it look so good...and not a moment too soon! Juniper's ears perked when she heard the horn of her kid's car! Feeling the energy flare up inside, Juniper hopped up before dashing to the door!

The SUV doors opened up, and her beautiful children shined so brightly from the Charlottesburg sun. First, her son Joe stepped from the driver seat to stretch his body from ears to toe. His puffy, deep brown tail wiggles as he stretched until back popped, leaving him sigh in relief. Despite just hitting his 40s, the tired-eyed and long legged son looked good for himself. Joe had a tank-top underneath his red-plaid shirt, and a pair of jeans, with the right leg's torn at the knee... It's clear where he got his fashion sense. With a buck-toothed grin, Joe stretches out his arms to receive the full brunt of his mother's hug!

"Hey Ma," Joe said as he lifted her up. "Been a while since we seen ya up close. I can see why, this place is pretty bitchin'."

Juniper beams in pride, and gives him a smooch on the nose. She was let down, only to be scooped up by her middle daughter, Harriet. The bunny mom squeals in delight as her big, burly Hyena peppered her face in kisses. As Juniper recovered, Harriet's mouth went a mile a minute. Whenever she got excited, upset, or almost every other emotion, she liked to express it through her words. Juniper could only smile, reminiscing to the time where she picked up Harriet at the orphanage; that spotted little girl had so much to say!

"Omigosh! Mom, you look great! Oh it's been forever! This place is soooo pretty! I know you sent pics but this place looks amazing...!"

Harriet finally put Juniper on her feet as her excited manifesto continued. With a press of her mother's finger upon her large nose, Harriet was snapped back to reality with a giggle. She wasn't the only one giggling, as a child's laugh got Juniper's attention. Immediately, she kneels down, holding out her arms to her grandson.

"Granny June!"

Divine's eyes were as wide as his grin as he bound toward her. This time, it was Juniper's turn to lift as she grabbed her grandchild and gave his face so many kisses! The spotted-and-striped mutt of a Hyena laughed, trying to push Juniper off.

"Agh!" He mockingly complained. "Granny slobber!"

"Sorry DiDi, but Granbun's got unlimited kisses and she's cashing it out!"

The assault of smooches eventually relented. Laying Divine on his feet, he rustled his fur, making it puff out slightly. 10 years of cute fuzzball grinned, showing his sharp teeth, and his Pro-wrestling shirt to his grandmother. Divine always loved Juniper; whenever his Mom told him something was too 'dangerous' or 'not for him', Juniper always vouched for him! Why, if it wasn't for her help he wouldn't have gotten Grand Theft Auto 5! His mom has yet to find out about that one...!

"Granny June! I gotta tell ya how I'm don' in Basketball! I'm kicking a-ah..some butt!"

Juniper could only chuckle, noticing his growing 'vocabulary'. She'll have to talk to him before Harriet scolds him. She ruffles her grandson's mane of head fur before standing up.

"Tell me all about it, bud! But before we head inside, where's-... Oh, there ya' are!"

Juniper grinned as her youngest child came into view. Where Joe and Harriet dwarfed their mother, Cleo was the opposite. The youngest of Juniper's children stretched, and blinked slowly to let her slit eyes look at the grinning Bunny. She steps forward, and opens her green, scaly arms to Juniper with an expression quite neutral.

"Hello, Mom. Nice to see y-OUGH!"

The Caiman Alligator wasn't prepared for the force of her mother's hug. Cleo hisses out, thrashing in her mother's grasp before Juniper puts her down. Smoothing out her jacket, shirt, and her brown slacks, Cleo cleared her throat as she got some control back.

"Yes," Cleo said with no shortage of exasperation. "It's good to see you too."

Juniper was just a grinning fool. Her youngest daughter had always been a quiet one, but she showed love in her own special ways. Just her being here meant she told her job to fuck off just to see her dear old mom!

"...Not to be rude, but are we eating outside or something?"

Juniper's eyes shot open from Cleo's question. Her stomach had moths fluttering inside as she swallowed. It was the moment of truth.

"Ha-ha, sorry! Just wanted to look at all of you guys! Come on in, dinner's waiting!"

"Whoa! This house kicks BUTT!!"

The crass exclamation from Divine was shared equally by the gawking Joe, the wide-eyed Harriet, and the stoic Cleo. Juniper sighed in relief. Her home was pretty awesome; two bedrooms, a cool kitchen with an Island table, sun-roofing and a patio that overlooked the Charlottesburg beachfront. It's the kind of house that could impress anyone...so long as it didn't look like trash.

"Damn, Ma'," said Joe as he plopped his rear right on Juniper's couch. "I gotta take some gigs over here! This beats out any hotel I've been in." Juniper winced, hoping that Joe didn't hear the creasing of old pizza boxes underneath the couch cushions.

"Y-yeah! This city would ROCK with DJ Sage!" Juniper said as she forced herself to relax. Just as Divine was reaching for the closet, Juniper was suddenly there, leaning on the doors to keep it shut.

"Speakin' of, heard your last gig, Joey! Mixin' in some Boyz II Beasts was killer in that last mix!"

Joe blushed from the praise, and laughed. Despite his aloof appearance, Juniper knew that he was just a bit shy. He was far more reserved in his earlier years, but Juniper cuts that thought out of her head. Hearing little Divine's stomach growl, she got up and hopped back into the kitchen to give her hungry family a meal they deserved! With that patented ‘grandmother speed’, she hops over to the kitchen, picking out food from the oven and microwave.

A gorgeous cooked turkey was laid out on the table, cooked to a delicious golden brown. A huge plate of spinach followed that, and was set with a plate full of the gooiest macaroni and cheese that Juniper's family ever did see. Divine's eyes were as wide as the dinner plates, and the only thing stopping him from ransacking the food himself was the strong grip of Harriet keeping him anchored.

"Wow, Mom!" Shouted the grinning hyena mom. "This looks so GOOD! This must have taken you forever to make!"

"Aw, have a little faith in me! I fed you guys for years, so a couple'a days is nothing!" With a big grin, Juniper puffed out her chest in pride.

Juniper's bravado and pride was instantly shattered as a remark from Cleo had her mentally reeling: "Huh. You made it look good too. Kind of looks like a Bistin Market line up."

Cleo was the quietest of her three kids, but that didn't make her shy. When she actually wanted to speak her mind, Cleo's curt remarks left many speechless themselves. Even now, Juniper was sweating bullets trying to determine if that was a playful jab or a proper observation. Internally panicking, Juniper had to target Cleo's weakness.

"H-hey, speaking of! How's the business comin' along, Cleo? Finally got the right ideas for your clothing line?"

The stoic Caiman broke out into a hiss of anger, making Harriet yelped and Joe gulp.

"My designs are AMAZING! But the problem is that I don't have the materials yet! Working in that bakery's giving me mental AND financial stress!!"

Flanked by her elder siblings, they calmed her down by petting her head and scratching her neck. With words of encouragement and financial aid from her siblings, Cleo began to relax with a small rumble in her throat.

Seeing her smart little chomper get so upset made Juniper's old heart sink into a cold pit. The only way she was able to push away that doubt was to assure herself that a 'clean' house wouldn't rouse any yaps from Harriet, or snide remarks from Joe and Cleo. She breathed out, and got a knife to prepare serving the food...But she couldn't shake the feeling something was missing.

"...Huh, hey where's Divine?"

With a look to her mom, Joe answered: "I think he went to the bathroom."

Well, that was a relief. Juniper sighed and started to slice into the turkey. And then her grip went lax, making the knife fall onto the plate.

Divine doesn't know where the bathroom is.

Ignoring her children's concern, Juniper rushes out of the kitchen to find her dear grandson. She was elated to find that he wasn't too far...but also terrified, as his hand was reaching for the closet that held all her crap.

"H-heeey Champ! Ya' looking for the bathroom, right? It's actually a bit further down!"

Divine paused, and looked back at his grandma. His eyes were wide and curious.

"Oh!" Exclaimed the little Hyena boy. "Then what's this?"

"That's my closet, Divine! It's got a lot of old, nasty grandma stuff, you wouldn't be interested…" Juniper's leg began to bounce; her foot was tapping impatiently as she waited for Divine to leave....and to her chagrin, he didn't.

"Old stuff? Like your old Skateboards?! Cool let me- WAAAUUUGH!"

An anguished yelp escaped Juniper as she jumped toward divine, embracing him from the plastic, paper, wooden, and body pillow avalanche. Joe, Harriet, and Cleo all got up from their seat to see why there was so much commotion. To their shock, and Harriet's horror, they saw their mother clutching Divine as she was buried to the knees in junk. The only one enjoying this was Divine, who's eyes were wide as he held a dirty magazine in his hand.

"Whoa! Mom, Grandma has those magazines that you said were ' too sophisticated' for me!"

Joe snatched said magazine before any damage can be done, and promptly hid it in bis back pocket. Harriet was too appalled to even care about the magazine's content as she was still staring slack-jawed on the mess in front of her.

"M-mom?!" Harriet finally shouted. "What IS all this?! Why's there so much garbage in your closet?! Is the garbage men not coming to your block?!"

Unable to hide her shame, Juniper knew it was time to come clean. Standing up among the garbage, Juniper dusts off her clothes, and sighed.

"...Nah. Ol' Juniper was just a little irresponsible here. All this stuff you see before ya? I had to get all of it in within three hours, so I kinda panicked..."

The truth had everyone feel a bevy of emotions. Joe only gave a soft whistle as he looked over the trash, Harriet looks like she just witnessed a murder, and the stoic Cleo's eyes went wide. Divine was gawking at his grandmother in disbelief.

Juniper's ears drooped. She did all that work, and now it was on the floor in a heap of trash. The weight of her shame was crushing her self-esteem; worse yet it was bringing back some unpleasant memories of her early years as a mother. With nothing else to say, juniper rubs he r left arm with her right hand. She was prepared to be chewed out and taunted by her own children...but that never came.

"Whoooa, Granny June did all this in 3 hours?! You're super fast!" shouted Divine.

"I gotta hand it to ya, Ma'. You always knew how to pack things tight!" Joe chuckled, lifting up some of the trash.

"Enough chit-chat! Divine, Joe, We're cleaning this up on the double! Mom, you take a seat this instant!" Harriet grabs the stunned Juniper and sits her down on her pizza-box supported couch.

Noticing her Mother's confusion, Cleo laid a scaly hand on Juniper's shoulder.

"...You know," mused Cleo. "You could've just said so. If your place was a wreck, we would have just got some fast food if you were too tired..."

Cleo rubbed her mom's shoulders before stepping up, to aid her family in cleaning up. Juniper watched silently, feeling all that shame warp itself into utter embarrassment. She thought too much about making a perfect dinner rather than spending time with her family. Even as they were rummaging through trash, they still talked, smiled, and even shared some laughs. The old bunny's tail twitched as her heart started to warm right back up. With a sudden hop to her feet, Juniper smiled with an all new vigor as she addressed her family.

"Alright, Kids! Momma June's gotta show ya where all my trash bags are, come on, so we can finish this up and watch Stranger Things!"

Everyone agreed with a cheer, barring Cleo. Juniper wiped away a tear as she went into her cupboard to fetch her garbage bags for the mountain of trash. It was going to be a while, but with her awesome family around, it'll take no time at all.

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Dinner Time!!

"So nasty that it's probably somewhat of a travesty having me

Daily told the people-" The sound of rap music was drowned away from the heavy slam that pressed onto the snooze button. It was 12 pm, and the elderly bun squinted at the afternoon sun glaring down at her from her bedroom sun roof. She grumbled curses at the Sun for rising so early and interrupting her beauty sleep, raising out of the bed herself. A pair of boy-shorts and a tank-top were Juniper's pajamas today, and her silver hair was cascading down her face wildly. Juniper's legs finally work as they bring her to the Kitchen. She searched for her 'World's Most Kick-ass Mom' mug, and once obtained her puffy, white tail wagged as she made her Coffee.

"Well," Juniper mused with a groan. "Better get started. They'll be here tomorrow." Juniper’s children were all adults by now. As she sits on that monumental milestone of 72 years of age, her children had all gone on to be their own people. Joseph, her first and only son, was one cool bun. He’s been with her the longest, so she and her have had a great bond going. Harriet, her middle daughter, was second in line. That bright, warm feeling she always brought along always made Juniper smile. Being the only parent of her kids, Juniper knew that little fireball Divine was coming as well. He had her mother’s smile, but Juniper had to wonder where he got his mischief streak from. Last but not least was Cleo, the youngest and the coolest one. Cleo kept it logical, stating the facts and telling it like it is. That’s why it was always sweeter whenever she said she loved her dear mom. Thinking about their arrival made the old rabbit smile – it always brightened her day when the family came to visit.

Seeing her house, however, brought that mood right back down. This was her summer home, in beautiful, Scenic Charlottesburg. It was a few miles away from the beach, but from it’s elevated position on the Hills, she had a great view of the boardwalk and beach from where she stood. The problem was inside however; Living on her own made Juniper throw caution to the wind and just live like a wild child. Old Dishes were left in the sink, swimming in day old water, Pizza boxes littered the floor, old takeaway bags from UltraEats resting atop of them. Male Models and Porn Mags stren about… If it was just one of these things, Juniper would have just laughed and walked away, but seeing them together made her wince in embarrassment.

“God,” Juniper sighed. “I can already feel Harriet losing her shit…” Juniper chuckled to herself, and went to find her broom, before she heard the phone ring. ‘Well, speak of the Devil!’ thought Juniper as she grabs the phone off the receiver to eagerly answers her daughter’s call.

“Well, if it isn’t my little Momma! Just checkin’ in on little ol’ me?” On the other line, Harriet giggled, and the sounds of her dear grandson playing with his Uncle Joe could be heard in the background.

“Yep!” exclaimed Harriet, who Juniper assumed was behind the Wheel. “It’s been a while since we’ve been to this place! Divine’s been dying to go to the beach again.”

In the background, Divine piped up, screaming in delight over the thought of the wild waves Charlottesburg had to offer. Juniper’s heart warmed to the thought of her whole family coming together again. Time away was fine, but the old bunny WAS getting along in her years. Maybe someday she’d have to start jumping over to their places for a change! “So, We’ll be there by three o’ clock! Hope you’ll be decent by then!”

Juniper chuckled at Harriet’s little joke. As her mouth opened to retort, her large ear twitched. Did Harriet just say they’d be here by three? “Wait. Like...Like you’ll be here today?” “Yeah, we decided to beat some traffic and start driving late at night. It was smooth driving after that! That’s no problem, right?”

The warmth of Charlottesburg’s wet heat soon felt like a cold breeze upon Juniper’s body. The grandmother rabbit was prepared to tackle the great obstacle that was her mess of a home and have enough time to cook something afterwards. Now, at 12:45 pm, fate reared its head and showed the true trial upon Juniper’s doorstep. She felt like screaming, but no sound could hope to match the despair welling up from within. “Nope! No problem at all!” “Great! See ya then, Mom!” The phone disconnected. Juniper felt her age as she meekly put the phone back on the receiver. With less than three hours to go, she would have to clean the place up, AND get something ready for her hungry kids. The weight of this daunting task felt crushing, but just as tears began to form at her eyes, Juniper did what she did best when faced with overwhelming odds. She grabbed a scrunchie, tied her long, messy hair back, and shouted to the heavens. “I got through worse when I raised my kids! Some dirty-ass house and a time limit ain’t taking me out!!”

Juniper’s resolve returned to her. Stripping out of her T-shirt and panties, Juniper pulls up with new underwear – a nice, lace black pair of panties – and opened her closet. Her face beamed as she saw her favorite summer outfit: The yellow tube top and jeans combo! Grabbing the garments, she tossed them in the air! The old bunny showed off to no one in particular as she hopped in the air, and slipped into her sleeveless top. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but damn if it wasn’t fun to do! As she lands, the puffy, white tail of hers wagged about as she grabbed her Lucky, Ripped-leg jeans, slipping them on one leg at a time. With a glance, she found her weapon of choice: Her skateboard! Grabbing it from under a body pillow of famous Luchador Hurricane Huerte, she opens the front door and sets off into the city. “A’ight!” exclaimed Juniper as she rolled into the city. “Time to get some food!”

My first story! Give it a read, and let me know wat ya think.

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