Karistaa Usko
*)Crandon - Ivalice - Uladon Bog(*
The day was calm as blood stains from the clusterfuck between Clans Nutsy and Dip the day previous had managed to dry overnight. A Raichu, having wandered over from the nearby Jagd Dorsa, was busy foraging for food in the shallow pools of water as the local wildlife, namely Malboro, were retreating back to their ill-kept dens full of the corpses of unfortunate Judges whom had made the mistake of walking about unarmed in this forsaken waste.
As Altair's light came shining through the trees, the sounds of a bird on the sole dirt path through the land were audible. The startled Raichu jumped into the water and was instantly killed by a waiting gator as a Chocobo, bearing a very frightened humanoid wearing golden-white vestments, was making a mad dash to escape the arrows and bolts being shot from the two clerics of Nerull in hot pursuit, riding Rapidashes.
"Come on, Aksu, go faster!" egged on the Frog Princess being chased, her skin starting to chafe near where her crotch met the Chocobo's body. The vestments she was wearing were still damp, as that was all she had time to do - soak them in swamp water to keep her skin moist - before the clerics of Nerull, looking for a sacrifice to their god, hopped out from the bushes and wasted their (thankfully) only net on a quick shot, managing to snare a bush rather than the half-Politoed.
Aksu picked up his pace, but almost instantly shrieked in pain as an arrow sank into his flank and another one pierced just behind his wing, killing the bird and causing its rider to go flying belly-first into a deep pool of water, stunning her.
The two clerics stopped at the pool and waited for their quarry to come up. They waited for two minutes before believing the still-unconscious Frog Princess dead, and left to find quarry that wouldn't end up flying into a pool of fetid swamp water.
Shortly after the clerics left, another face showed up - a Politoed that had moved into the area recently was busy looking for bugs, and decided to wade into the cool water to see if there were any tasty fish in the pool. Imagine his surprise when his leg bumped up against the unconscious form! Surprised, he pulled her up and onto the bank, removing all the clothes he could to get a good look at her.
She was pretty for a half-Politoed, her green-and-yellow skin glistening in the sunlight as her brown hair, complete with the cowlick a Politoed normally had, shone in his eyes and her relatively small, yet ample for a Politoed/human hybrid, busts piqued his interest somewhat. Down on her crotch was an odd black device with a small lock on it, covering her nether regions and emblazoned with the holy symbol for the Golden-Maned, a rising sun. Her legs were sinewy and buff, even with the more humanoid musculature that Frog Princesses had; she looked as if she was a rigorous body-trainer. Her Politoed-like feet were easily as large as her savior's, and had the unmistakable stench of being in leather shoes for god-knows how long. Her hands were webbed and their palms were drier than the rest of her body, almost bloodied, from being bucked over something with a rein.
It took the Politoed a few moments to register the creature, and then he grabbed her gently and dragged her away from the pool.
She woke up with a fierce headache and a chill that covered her whole body. Rubbing her head, she groaned in pain, and looked about.
She was in what looked like a depression at the base of a tree, and laying beside her was a large Jawbreaker larva, intended as a meal for her but ignored out of sheer unfamiliarity with her situation. Mud was caked on her palms and on her crotch where her legs met her chastity belt, and her hands didn't feel too good thanks to the rope burn when she was thrown off of Aksu...
Aksu! Where was he? She looked about, and peeped up out of the depression. Nothing but trees, pools of water, and mossy rocks as far as the eye could see.
She laid back down, then gingerly got back up. Her front ached due to the belly-flop entrance to the water, and she softly rubbed her hip, expecting to feel her robes but feeling moist skin instead.
"In His damned name..." swore the Frog Princess in the Pokélanguage. Although her father had taught her how to speak like his kind, she almost exclusively preferred the Common tongue, largely because it was easier to talk to other clerics of Aslan using it.
"In whose damned name?" came a male voice from her left.
She looked in that direction and saw a male Politoed sitting in a hole inside the base of the tree, making a sculpture of the current Judgemaster, Marche Radiuju, out of what appeared to be a mixture of mud and other creatures' feces.
The Frog Princess gave a small yelp and pratfalled back into the muck, squashing the larva. "Wh, wh, who are you?!" she demanded.
The Politoed, unconcerned, replied, "Banon. And you?"
The Frog Princess didn't feel too comfortable giving her name out to what, after all, amounted to a feral Politoed, but quashed the feeling and said, "Allison..."
The Politoed stood up and got out from under the tree, then offered a forepaw to shake. Allison initially just stared at it, and was thankful she was still wearing her chastity belt as she saw the beginnings of a hard-on from the Politoed. "Um... No thanks..." said Allison.
"Awgh, for Mew's sake, I thought priests of Aslan were kinder than that," chided Banon, withdrawing his forepaw.
"We kinda have things called 'chastity vows,'" replied Allison. This was true - all the spiritual men and women of Aslan's religion had no choice but to take chastity vows, less for spiritual reasons and more for legal ones, especially after the religion had spread to Earth, where any actions on their part would be construed as bestiality. Females had the vow enforced via chastity belt, and the key for the belt was always held by the cardinal at the priest's/priestess' home church to keep someone from deflowering her.
"What's a chastity vow?" Having been born and raised in Uladon after his mother's trainer was killed in Dorsa, Banon was a feral born and bred. What little contact he had with civilized society came whenever he raided the battlefield after a clan engagement to steal items from the fallen forms of the defeated Clan before the Judge could revive them.
"Well... It's this vow you take never to have sex," she said.
Banon's response was half-a-second before immediate. "Sounds retarded."
"Well, I have to live with it. Now, if you would please grant me leave, I have to return to my home church in Muscadet."
"Gimme a sec," said Banon, heading into the hole and digging something up out of the muck. For a second, Allison thought he was going to give him some food, but her look of skepticism quickly turned to one of fury as Banon pulled a dirty set of lockpicks out of the dirt. The horndog bastard was planning to remove her belt! "I really don't think you should be one of Aslan's silk, to be honest. You could advance so much more in this swamp!"
"Touch me and I'll scream 'Rape!'" hissed Allison in Common, grabbing mud to throw into the frog's eyes. Unfortunately for her, Banon was unfamiliar with Common and approached with the picks, causing Allison to throw the mud. It sailed over his left shoulder and obliterated the sculpture of Marche. Before she could get another one, Banon pounced and tackled her, quickly fumbling with her legs and pinning them down despite her protests.
"My, you're an energetic little Queen, aren't you?" mused Banon. Indeed, he liked girls who struggled. Shame his last wife didn't struggle when Gabbana Jr. slit her throat. And the wife before that didn't struggle when Nono crashlanded his airship and turned her into the world's most intelligent sheet of vellum.
Allison reached over and bashed Banon on the top of the head. "Lemme go, you sick fuck! RAPE! RAPE!"
But nobody came to her rescue. Nobody even came into the portion of the swamp where they were because it was far too dangerous. In a few minutes, despite now having a massive headache from Allison's fists, Banon got off the chastity belt, revealing the part he liked most - the pussy. It had the look of disuse, and was practically new, as if whichever Gods created the races decided to wait to sculpt her lovely slit until the belt was removed. He looked closer and found another slit beneath it, this one smaller and looking more like an egg-laying tube than a live-birth one, as he suddenly realized this girl had.
Fortunately for Allison, that was all Banon wanted to see. He threw the chastity belt into a pool of water he knew well, and watched Allison get up and try to go after it.
"I wouldn't recommend going after it," said Banon. "Sahuagin make their home in that pool."
Allison initially disregarded him until she stopped and watched the water froth and bubble as shreds of her chastity belt flew from the water's surface, ripped apart by irritated sahuagin. She turned to Banon and shot him a venomous look.
Allison had cried herself to sleep, angry at the clerics of Nerull for chasing her, angry at Banon for destroying her chastity belt, angry at the world in general for not caring.
Banon was, however, rather pleased, not because he ruined Allison's shot in the afterlife - she could get another one courtesy of Mew or Schneelocke - but because he had a new wife. Granted it was one who was the offspring of a dryhumper (the operative term for a Politoed mating outside the species), but in time a loyal and stubborn wife who could fight back. Already he had plans as to how to get a mermaid's-purse from her by moan or by scream, and when he saw Allison finally go to sleep facedown in the mud, her loud snores threatening to attract Malboros, he decided to take it.
He sauntered up as silently as he could to Allison, already getting a boner from her shapelier body. Such is an advantage for dryhumper kids, mused Banon. Their bodies are more aesthetically pleasing. He already knew which hole he wanted - the one right between her legs. He gently parted her legs, making sure not to wake her by gently using a stick to move them. Three sticks broke due to her thicker legs (due to her human heritage) before Banon got wise and grabbed a thick club from nearby and used it to gently move the legs away.
With the legs moved so that he could see her egg factory, his penis grew erect. He could barely take it anymore and gently latched onto her, unintentionally waking her up.
"Wh-whaaaaaAAAAAAHHH!" came Allison's startled scream of pain as Banon swiftly took her, penetrating her just as she bucked herself up and causing Banon to curse as blood trickled out of the slit he didn't want to hit. Having unintentionally broken her hymen, Banon quickly pulled out and, before she could react, put himself in the egg-hole, all the while enjoying the writhing sensation from her slimy body trying to resist.
Allison was completely mortified and still hurting from her hymen being busted. She shrieked bloody murder, adding in occasional shouts of "RAPE!" in Common that would be heard by nobody but herself and Banon. However, she had to admit that her struggles and the feeling of slimy skin on slimy skin felt oddly soothing to her, despite the fact that she was being forcefully taken. Eventually, realizing the futility in trying to resist, she stiffened up and started to cry as Banon continued mating her egg factory, crrrrreuping with every other thrust.
It didn't take long before Allison felt a strange sensation deep in her belly, and felt Banon pull out of her. Unbeknownst to her, she was in heat at both her egg factory and her live-birth womb.
"Now, you can't say tha..." started Banon before Allison kicked him in the face.
"Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me," demanded Allison angrily in Common, again forgetting that Banon did not recognize the language. She pulled her leg back to kick again and regretted it as Banon decided to go for the slit he hadn't tried yet - her vaginal cunny. He quickly jumped on and started whaling away at her, surprising Allison when she felt a something - exactly what it was she couldn't say - that made her do something she hadn't done since she was a little girl. She inflated her throat sac and...
"CRRRRRRRREEEUP!"
The loud croak from Allison didn't catch Banon off-guard, but it did catch Allison off-guard. Undaunted - and actually appreciating the feeling - she loaded up another throatful of air and croaked again. She moved her legs to allow Banon better access to her jewels, moving in opposition to the feral Politoed as she got the first sexual encounter of her life.
Banon, on the other hand, had come to the realization that Allison wasn't fighting him every step of the way any more. He got a throat of air and croaked himself, albeit much more quietly than Allison. Is that her breeder lungs and Politoed throat or is she just better at it? he wondered.
For the next five minutes, Banon kept up his assault, slowing his pace so as to keep hearing Allison's loud, yet heavenly, croaks. Allison herself had embraced Banon as a lover, disregarding the fact that, just moments ago, he forcefully deflowered her and, earlier in the day, had told her to fuck the Church of Aslan. She was starting to agree with him about the Church, and didn't want anything to do with it anymore. Not that she wanted to stay with Banon, but maybe she could explore life as a feral for a little bit. No civilization, just nature. Sure, the food would more likely than not be alien to her raised-in-civilization tastebuds - she might even have to flick out her tongue - and would not come as often, plus she had to be extremely cautious as to where she traveled, as she could not hold moisture in her skin and had a hard time breathing with dry skin, but hey, laws and morals didn't apply out here. It was just survival.
Just then, Allison felt her vaginal walls clench on the slender cock of Banon as she let out her loudest croak of the night, mixing in Common:
"CRRRRRRREEEAAAAAAHHHHH!"
Banon took this as a sign that she was ready, and mercilessly upped his pace. Seconds later, he let out a loud croak of his own as his sperm entered her vagina, impregnating the egg cell therein.
Allison reached out for Banon, who instinctively jerked his head back, remembering the foot in his face ten minutes before. He was surprised when Allison petted him and brought him in for a passionate kiss. A surprised Banon didn't react except to register shock on his face. When the kiss ended, Allison looked at him and, gently in the Pokélanguage, said, "My King."Chapter End Notes:Feel free to leave a review. Depending on how well this is received, I may continue this story...
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