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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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The Detectives Den

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Summary: walter take you to a cabin for what you thought was a romantic weekend, but he has an ulterior motive afterall mateing season is just arou d the corner~

Warnings: Adult Situations +18, Smut, rough sex, primal sex, male dom, werebear Walter, Mating, Breeding, Turning, Noncon Bite?, claiming bites, soulmates, au shifter

A/n: so here it is! The were bear i started months ago and abandoned but picked up again today because of this post. Typos ahoy!

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You cried into the matress clawing desperately unsure if it was an attemt to help the huge male above you, or tryingmto escape him. For some reason since being here at the cabin he seemed different? Instead of being your huge soft teddy bwar he was wild, dark and growly both at peace and on edge. It was like he was now this big bad bear of a man, growling and strong all macho 'chop wood and start fire'

You grunted as he rutted harder almost fucking your hips pff the bed sending your feet scrabbling on the wooden floor, your socks sliding on the smooth wood.

"oh god~ sl-slow down! WalteAGH~" you cried out pressing up onto your elbows and stamping a foot on the floor grunting. Walter snarled into your back almost viciously before pressing an open mouthed kiss to your back lappjng the salty skin. He growled feeling his inner beast beat on his own restraint. The beed to uck and bit was almost overpowering. He wanted you dripping, ozzing his cum as he stained your perfect frailty with his venomous bite and change you for the better. He needed it like he'd never needed anything in his life. It was his own fault he was so needy and eager... restless. Hed had you at his side for six months far to lost in his bliss of having his mate he'd all but forgot about the mating season untill he was weeks away.

He snarled grolwing deeper and deeper his inner bears bellows trying to break through damanding you put your head down and take your mating properly. Face down ass up and minimal complaints! The deep sounds echoed through as the harsh breaths and grunts fanned over the sensitive skin of your shoulder blades.

"W-walt! Fuck please- hurry!" You whimpered over your shoulder as the large hands of your lover held you still bent over the bed pinning your hips into the matress and he thundered away, burrying himself to the hilt again and again still trying to feed you every thing he had and more. You cried out as he arched, tipping his hips striking your clit with his heavy sack moaning out his pleasure, the small pats making his cock twitch flexing agaisnt your tight channel as he speared you pryingnyou opene like never before.

These were no calculated strokes, he was fucking you with little care to how you withered and cried at his onslaught. Maybe thats why he brought you out here? You were deep in the woods and no one could hear you scream out your pleasure.

He growled low in his throat again biting back at his beast who was watching as you keened and scrabbled bent over on the bed your bare back glistening, tiny beads of sweat rolling down your sides. The scent of your arousal was enough to make him rabid, he needed this! Needed the release. His instincts were screaming savagely just below His mate! His female! His entierly!

And you were. He'd known the second he'd seen you in the cells. He thougt you were coming to bail out your foster dad who'd been caught at the center of a party filming a snuff film. A dark bdsm practice where the sub was unknowinly 'snuffed out' usually sufficated or break their neck from trying to escape. Either way it was a disgusting practice that was hard to pin blame, who was the one to arrest? The person tying the bonds? The dom? The spectators?

As it turned out you were there to cuss him out and hand in evidence phone records, emails, previous incidences. It turned out your father had been arranging these snuff films as a quiet hitman business silently offing people for a price.

Walter had gone out of his way to protect you, luring you to him with sweet dates and raw sex appeal. It had taken just over two months but he managed to secure a relationship with you. Youd been a couple for six months now, and finally it was time!

Finally he could claim you as his own kind did. Allbeit a tad late with only weeks to get you used to your rightfull place. Beside him. Below him!

He'd managed to et you out here to his den, secluded in the forest for a month long stay, mot that you knew it'd be a month. He'd said it'd be a long week end, you wasnt the outdoorsy type... well not yet.

"Shh, shh mate~ calm down you'll get there, just not yet... don't come yet we need- I need you to hold on for me" walter growled lowly into you making you sob and slump on the bed moaning into the covers. He moved slower trying to remember you were human, no matter how close the season was he couldnt mate you just yet. He had to give you the bite, then claim and help you come around to your new form and mate you... all in three weeks. If he tried to mate you properly now youd never survive him.

"Bu-but Bear!? Please i cant!" You wailed grunting and pressed back on him urgently unaware of just what was about to happen. He almost felt guilty, but it was better this way. Bite and help them transition then breed and continue the line. Or risk looseing you? His one mate! Once you were turned you'd feel the bond and wouldnt leave. It was how things were done, tradition!

Walter shook his head ridding the doubts that collected in his mind before chuckling... if only you knew how right you were~. Because be was a bear, a grizzly to be exact. It always brough a smirk to his face when you called him that, it'd soon be an inside joke between you. For every shifter there was a soul mate. The wolves had it easy,being pack animals their mates were mostly wolves themselves. But bears? No. Bears were solitary and their mates tended to be human.

For everything that happened in his life, he never imagined getting such a sweet gentle mate! You were a prize, his prize. Gifted to him by the old gods. You'd love and raise his cubs to be strong, fierce boy's and dainty smart females. His mind drifted, he couldnt wait to fill you, to plant his seed inside your womb and watch you create his cubs. But first he had claim you.

His eyes glazed as you beat at the bed arching your back to him trying desperately to pull him deeper clenching your pussy tight trying to force him to his own end where you could join him. You walls trembled as the suckled on him desperate to have walter quake at the knees and rut you into a tantelizing climax.

Walter snarled eyes now flickering with the burnt red brown that his beast held, the copper tinge glowing with a primal rage and need to latch onto his female and hold her still, repriand his sow for trying to take control and steal his seed before he was read to gift it to her!. Thoughts of tearing the skin and biting you twisted around his mind like a raging storm, his fangs ached. The venomous gift that would seal your fate to his forever thrumming in his jaws eagerly waiting. He was ready. He.was .ready! Years of woundering, then months of play the human game had made him impatient. He needed it, needed to feel the bond tie you together!

"Fine! You asked for it!" He snarled, an inhuman tremorto his voice made you pause, just as you tried to turn and question him you screamed out in panic. Walter bit you. Hard!

You thrashed squealing and panicking, kicking your splayed legs as your neck siezed, cramping. You muscle constricting around what felt like two deep thorns searing into you. Then a deep burn built. You cried in panic, fat tears rolling down your face mind bearly grasping what was going on around you. The shunts of your lovers hips became heavier and more pronounced, every breathnow a severe growl ratteling your bones. His cocks invasion slicing through the pain and terror as he moved faster and harder into you hitting your clit.

You wept tears streaming down your face as he fucked you rougher growling into your neck. Then despite the pain and fear the knot in your tummy snapped and you came around him. The trembling and mind numbing orgasm tore through you making you massage his still thrusting cock. You sobbed collapsing, giving up the fight as your sensitive body ached.

As if rewarding you for finally giving in Walter released your neck leaving it wet. You shuddered knowing that there would be blood but there wasnt much you could do about it. You keenesoftly as he roared over you victoriously painting your insides with his essence, lightly fucking into you. Instinct driving him to scent your cunt as deep as he could for your change, so youd smell of him warding off all other males in the area. This female was taken.

"Fuck. Fuck that was- better then the stories" he hummed over you smileing to himself head hanging down feeling at peace now his mate was claimed and would change. You'd be like him, strong fierce and safe. Able to take care of yourself and protect yourself and his young... fend off any vile human, fend off anyone but him~ your bear, your male, your mate!

"W-walter? My neck? What did you do?! Whh did you!- it feels funny it tingling" you panicked as walter pulled away from you befor slowly crawling onto the bed pullingnyou gently onto the soft bedding tugging you up to rest on your back.

"Its fine, perfect even- its the venom getting to work love" he explained cooing at you wiping you down patting the wohndmon your neck. In his spare of the moment bite he'd been rougher then he could have been, and that was part of the reason his venom was making you go limp already.

"V-VENOM! WHAT VENOM?" You bellowed now bawling panting, hyperventilating eyes wide and tears rolling down your face. His heart clenched as your hand waved in the air trying to hold him but you couldnt feel it, only a heavy numb limb that was useless.

"No, no its not bad- not bad my we t little mate... your turning, you'll turn and be like me" walter said hushingnou craning over you taking your waving hand an pressing kisses to the palm.

"Turn?! What are you- you bite me! We need help! Im gojng numb! Cold walter im bleeding out! Am i bleeding!?" Yu yipped still not understanding what was goingnon? He bit you... HE BIT YOU!? you tried pryingnyour hand free wanting to feel the damage on your neck. The room was spinning, you were growing cold you felt li,e you were dying!

"No shh your not bleeding, your turning... youve taken the bite soo well, so well love... you'll be fine... you'll sleep and then wake up stronger then ever" walter hummed fawning over you, giving you small gentle stroke's he knew he couldnt sit you down and explain, you were falling fast. He just had to reassure you untill you drifted off into the change.

"Wha?"

"Shh im here im here mate... your gonig to be a bear just like me" he whispered softly grinning down at you unable to stop. He was too damn proud, he found you and bit you! Youd be with him always!

"Bear?" You muttere trying to hold him closer as the room began shimmering, lights and blaack dots laceingnyour vision as the heated chill rushed through you drowning your body in a strange soothing yet frightening feeling.

"Yes... I'm a shifter, I brought you here to- to my den, the den of my forefathers, ive given you the bite just as my father did to our mother inthis very cabin!" He rushed trying to explain best as he could not liking the scent of terror on you. He never wanted to scare you, but fear was inevitable. Still if he could ease your worries before you succumbed he would.

"What- walter im- its fuzzy!" You cried desperately tryingnto cling to the little consciousness you had. But it was getting harder as the seconds ticked by.

"Hush im here, it's the change my love... youll be like me... a bear shifter- and just before mating season too...You'll change and then we will mate over and over untill your carrying my cubs~" walter said as a lump swelled in his throat. His father had said this was the worst bit. The fear and panic as your new found mate fell to the transformation. But as the guilt and anxiety sent in so did the excitement of your furture. Your mateing, your family-cubs and a den of your own! It was enougn to make the grown boar cry like a young cub!

"W-walt your scaring me~" you slurred as the room began spinning, a hot sensation coursing through your veins but your skin was cool and prickling.

"Shh its okay love, you need to sleep, just rest when you wake things will be... they will be perfect, sleep, give in don't fight, you dont want to be awake for this part" he said movi g to lay your hand back down at your side. Then sat up besode you looking around for another pillow tomprop under your head.

"W-walter! No, dont leave-" you cried bawling frightened as your eyelids got heavy, he sounded as if he was drifting further from you. Bringing another wave of panic, especiallywhen he placed your hand down.

"I'm not, i wont leave you, not for a second my beautiful female" he said leaning over you holding your chin peppering kisses over your face. Making sure you felt he was still there even as you drifted into the comatose state that would protect you from the pain of your initial transformation. You cries slowly doed off as you closed your eyes unable to fight anymore and let the black take you.

Walter stayed put watching you with baited breath. Now it was his job to gaurd you. Protect and care for you as the grueling first shift took holdand he spied what bear you'd be. The venom in all shifters was the same, each becmea different animal in accordance to their individual traits. He was a grizzly one of the largest bear, his cousin geralt was a polar bear and sy a kodiak. He knew youd be a bear because you were mates, and thats just how it worked.

He sat back cringing as you grunted moaning as things began to shift, your body would rid itself of toxins and ailments first. Flush your system before the real process began. He stood from the bed making his way to the bathroom to fetch the many damp towels he'd need to clean you up. It had been him to insight the change and now it was his duty to care for you through this difficult transition. And it would be is absolute pleasure, because this was the all important duty for him as a male his kind, this would tighten his bond with your beast. He would oversee everything and help you, even help break bones to help you shift faster. Anything to get you through a full shift cycle, to beast and back so you could awaken that little bit faster and begin your life as a true pairing. Despite th grusome nature of the event, walter couldnt be more pleased because thos was the true beginning of his life with you, and he wouldnt change a damn thing.

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deadtoortle · 4 years ago

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unofficialkfamtranscripts · 5 years ago

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King Falls AM - Episode 5: Night of the Living Dread

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Summary: July 1, 2015 - Sammy & Ben learn of some breaking news regarding the Lake Hatchenhaw John Doe, but not everyone is as pleased as the broadcast duo.

[Podcast intro music]

Announcer Dear listeners, please note that the following program may contain views that do not reflect that of King Falls AM, its management, or its subsidiaries. Listener discretion is advised.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy You’re listening to King Falls AM, that’s 660 on the radio dial. I’m your host, Sammy Stevens, and as always we are joined by producer and co-host extraordinaire, Ben Arnold.

Ben [trying not to be amused] You’re so- you’re so happy, aren’t you? You’re a child. Getting so giddy over that message.

Sammy Listening to a warning before a radio broadcast I’m on has literally been on the bucket list for a long time. Thanks Merv!

Ben *laughter* Ridiculous. A glutton for punishment.

Sammy What can I say? I enjoy a nice game of hard ball! Uh, y’know, but enough about what Merv doesn’t want you to hear, let’s talk about what he does want you to hear. And what do we have cooking tonight, Ben?

Ben Dude, it’s stacked alright? Stacked. We’ve got the- lovely Miss Emily Potter from the King Falls Library giving us her picks for enlightened summer reading.

Sammy Terrific! We always love speaking with Emily!

Ben You and me both.

Sammy I said “we,” Ben.

Ben Uh, I know. I- *breathes in* [stilted] I- We-We-uh, We’ve got some really cool news! here. We-we are announcing the line-up for the first annual King Falls Ambient Music Festival. That’s coming up the second hour.

Sammy Wait a second. The King Falls Ambient Music Festival? Is this town even big enough for a festival?

Ben Oh yeah! It’s like Coachella[1] but for hipsters that just want to relax. It’s all about “setting the mood.”

Sammy You know, I’m wondering if they’re gonna make it to a second annual.

Ben And then, um, [reluctant and slipping into mumbling] opening up the show we-we’ve got the- doctor *mumbling*

Sammy I-I’m sorry, Ben, what was that? You’re trailing off, buddy.

Ben We have that umm, *sniffs, lets out breath* one… guy. You know that- fo- w- talking about that *deep breath* one thing—

Sammy [trying to cut him off] Ben—

Ben —from a month ago or so—?

Sammy What? What are you talking about?

Ben You know— May- maybe we should start it with Uh, callers first! [mildly frantic] Just-uh-Give us a call at 424-279-3858 and let’s talk about… *tsk* anything! Let’s uh, whats your-whats your-whats-whats on your mind King Falls?

Sammy Ladies and gentlemen, put down your phones for a second. What Ben is trying to say is we’ve got a scoop here this evening on King Falls AM. We’re gonna be speaking with—

Ben [cutting Sammy off]Or you can tweet us! @kingfallsam. I-I-I will literally talk about anything right now. Even to Mr. Derschwitz about that weird toenail thing. Let-lets-lets go, people!

Sammy I thought we agreed—

Ben I know. Sammy, I’m sorry it’s just, [slightly more frantic] I’m-I’m not feelin’ the best here. Alright? my stomach, is all… knotted up, just thinking about this.

Sammy That is journalism. That feeling is journalism—

Ben [speaking over Sammy] I think it might actually be an ulcer! It Tastes, like Fear and Feels, like Cancer . It’s way more than anxiety. I-I’m gonna call Dr. Raúl, at break.

Sammy He’s a chiropractor!

Ben Maybe he can refer me?

Sammy Power through it, buddy! Look at this folks, we got somebody dialing into the hotline right now! You ready for this Ben? Come on.

Ben Please, be Reverend Hawthorne so we can talk about the Revival next month.

Sammy Oh stop it. You know he isn’t even scheduled!

Ben I just thought— maybe that’s how prayers work, I don’t know, I’m not a reverend!

Sammy King Falls AM, you’re on the air.

Dr. Rosenblum [Dr. Rosenblum’s voice is measured and monotonous and mildly creepy at all times] Good evening, this is Dr. Jeffery Rosenblum, with the, King Falls County Coroner’s Office.

Ben C-can I please just say—

Sammy Dr. Rosenblum, it is a pleasure to speak with you this evening.

Rosenblum Excited to be here, Sammy. Ecstatic even. We listen on slow nights.

Ben That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever heard.

Sammy Much appreciated, Doc. Now, as fate would have it, you were the overseeing physician working on the Lake Hatchenhaw John Doe, is that correct?

Ben Doc? Can you just, hold on for- one- moment- please?

Rosenblum Of course, Ben I—

Sammy Don’t start, Ben! We agreed to see this through.

Ben All I’m saying i- lemme finish- a- i-is that maybe it’s not our place *deep breath* to break this kind of news.

Sammy Fine. You know what? You’re right! Let’s just give this to our friends down at Channel 13 and let them be the ones to alert the public about this.

Ben [journalist voice] Doc, Ben Arnold. Tell us about cracking open the mystery body.

Sammy [quietly] Oh.

Rosenblum It’s true that I was the operating physician on that particular John Doe, y-es, irrefutablyy

Sammy Now, as I understand, your official report was released yesterday morning, doctor, but amazingly enough, not one publication or news station in our town- including King Falls AM- reported on it.

Rosenblum You are correct. Busy news day- one would assume.

Ben So, that means, you are— free to talk about it on air.

Rosenblum I would be elated

Sammy First and foremost on everyone’s minds: were there any signs of, uh, y’know, the lake mo- *sighs* I can’t.

Ben Did Kingsie make the body, bite the big one?

Rosenblum There was no evidence that a creature large or small had anything to do with the deceased.

Ben *sigh of relief* That- I knew Kingsie didn’t have it in her.

Sammy Now, Dr. Rosenblum, can you tell us if there was any foul play involved at all?

Rosenblum During our first autopsy we were not able to distinguish with certainty the cause of death. But there were no signs of foul play

Sammy I’m sorry, did you say “first” autopsy?

Ben [confused] Is that normal? Did you- find out the cause of death during the… second autopsy?

Rosenblum Indeed. It was six individual gunshot wounds to the victim’s head. Three shots to the temporal lobe, two to the mendulla oblongata—

Sammy What?! Six gunshot wounds?!

Rosenblum To the cranium, yes. One to the frontal lobe, another to—

Ben So the Lake Hatchenhaw John Doe was, murdered?

Sammy I can’t believe this! This is big! Why didn’t one news outlet report this thing yesterday?!

Rosenblum Well, the cause of death was inconclusive and with no signs of foul play, it was not exactly a juicy story.

Ben and Sammy Wait a second.

Rosenblum …yes?

Sammy I’m sorry, doc. I’m not in the medical orrr criminal fields but, how is six gunshots not foul play?

Rosenblum Well, that was between the first autopsy and the second. The gunshots were self-defense administered via Deputy Kreighauser at my behest.

Sammy Ben, we’re gonna wanna get Troy on the phone and see what he’s got to say about this.

Ben “Things Ben Arnold would never think under ordinary circumstances for 800, Alex.”[2]

Sammy Doc, while we’re getting Deputy Troy on the line, would you mind if we took a quick break to hear from one of our sponsors?

Rosenblum That’s just- Dandy.

[light bg music]

Greg Frickard After a long day’s work or a tough day’s play, you probably just wanna come home and relax. No need to slave over a hot stove for hours on end. Well that’s where we come in! Here at Granny Frickard’s, we know that the less time you spend doing the things you don’t like, is the more time you spend with the ones you love. So come get some of the best frog legs that money can buy. Granny Frickard’s French-fried farm-fresh never-frozen filleted-and-fricasseed fried-and-flambeed frog legs. Mm-mm-mm. So get on down to Granny Frickard’s Froggery at the corner of Main Street and 7th Avenue. We’ll put some pep in your step and some hop in your heart.

[KFAM intro music]

Sammy And we’re back on King Falls AM, here with King Falls County Coroner, Dr. Jeffery Rosenblum.

Rosenblum A Pleasure.

Sammy Do you have Troy, Ben?

Ben He’s booking one of the Williams boys for mooning. He’ll call us in a few.

Sammy I’m a little out of sorts here, doc. Can you explain what happened between the first inconclusive autopsy and the point where Troy filled the cadaver full of lead.

Rosenblum Of course. As I was finishing the initial post-mortem, it came to my attention that the deceased began to emit a hissing sound, fluctuating between the lower thorax and the larynx.

Ben Oh my God.

Rosenblum I called for Deputy Kreighauser and he entered, as I wanted someone else to see this- phenomenon. That’s when the John Doe began a slight, thrashing about the upper torso.

Ben Um… are you saying—

Rosenblum The deputy began to fumble for his sidearm while we both discerned that something was wildly- amiss. The deceased opened its eyes and instantly grabbed for the lapel of my lab coat with voracious tenacity.

Ben Wh- ah- go on.

Rosenblum It gnashed its teeth as I emitted a terrified, albeit, high pitched, scream. And that’s when Troy unholstered his sidearm and administered six lethal shots to the reanimated corpse’s cranium.

Ben A zombie.

Sammy Alright, is there- [fumbling] Let’s just say- is there-

Ben We’ve got Troy on the line.

Deputy Troy [in bg] I don’t care if he was only joshin’. You can’t show your G-D derriere out in public! [car door slams] [pleasantly] Hey boys, what’s goin’ on tonight?

Sammy You tell us, Troy, holy geez! Uh, we’ve got Dr. Rosenblum on the line here and—

Deputy Troy Is this about the zombie?

Ben Yes! So-so you’re confirming this story, Troy?

Deputy Troy Well, hell yeah I’m confirming! I had to do three hours of damn paper work from unloadin’ my pistola into a corpse! Sheriff Gunderson was not the happiest of campers.

Ben [excited and awed] This is amazing… This is unprecedented .

Sammy [skeptical] This is a little unbelievable, Troy.

Rosenblum It is a first in my profession. Believe you me. [still tonelessly] Wowzers.

Deputy Troy Honest engine[3] boys. I capped the all get out of that thing! It had the doc by the face ‘bout to start chewing!

Rosenblum You’re my hero, Deputy Troy.

Deputy Troy Shucks, wasn’t nothin’ special.

Ben [slightly sullen] Except killing the first instance of a zombie in King Falls since—

Sammy Don’t say “since”.

Ben … Well… Since that one time at the mall in the '80s.

Sammy No, that’s not a real thing, Ben. That’s a film.

Ben [worked up] Sammy? How many extraordinary things are gonna have to SLAP you right in the face to make you buy into this? KING FALLS, MAN.

Deputy Troy You know me, Sammy. I always shoot ya straight. But it was the craziest sh[bleep]t I’ve ever seen. I mean it was like my-ex-wife-needs-alimony-money crazy.

Ben See? Even Barney Fife[4] saw it.

Sammy *sighs* I just—

Rosenblum I don’t want to cause an uproar here, but since that exam, there have been, other cases.

Ben Of frickin’ zombies?

Rosenblum Of reanimation among corpses… yes.

Deputy Troy Doc, you just give me a call if you need. I’m more than happy to go Clint Eastwood if the situation arises.

Rosenblum Will do, Deputy. Thank you so much for your- assistance. Without you, there may not have been this- interview.

Deputy Troy [proud] To protect and serve.

Sammy I can’t take all this in right now, Dr. Rosenblum I- e- Thank you so much for your insightful information.

Rosenblum As they say, [still monotone] “you got it, duude.”

[click, dial tone]

Ben You okay, Sammy? You… don’t look so well.

Deputy Troy Ah, hell, boys.[siren whoop] I gotta go. I’ll call you back later tonight! One of the Williams boys is tryin’ ta saw through the bars outside the jailhouse? [sirens in bg] [through megaphone] Jacob Williams put your hands UP and the file DOWN.

[click, dial tone]

Ben Alright King Falls, you’ve heard our story, let’s hear yours. Have you or anyone you know experienced anything like what the doctor spoke of? Reanimation? The walking—

Sammy Don’t.

Ben You know what I mean. Give us a call or tweet us.

Sammy Looks like the board is lighting up!

Ben Um…

Sammy What’s up? Okay, it can’t be any crazier than what we just heard, Ben.

Ben Line One, Sammy.

Sammy Welcome to King Falls AM, you’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Line 1 [female, almost sounds automated] Good evening, Sammy—

Sammy Do I know you ma'am?

Riley — please hold for Mayor Grisham.

Ben He… Probably just wants us to— mark these tapes as, evidence. *nervous laugh* Right, Sammy?

Sammy Or burn them.

Riley Sammy Stevens, Mayor Grisham.

Sammy Mayor?

Mayor Grisham Sammy… Ben.

Sammy You’re on live on King Falls AM, sir.

Mayor Grisham [commanding] Take me off and go to break. We need to chat.

Sammy No can do. Ben says we aren’t scheduled for break for another- uh- at least ten minutes.

Mayor Grisham Ben. Cut. To. Commercial.

Ben Uh- uh- uh- the thing is- I- I- I can’t- do that. Sir.

Mayor Grisham [threateningly pleasant] You boys want to talk live on air? We can talk live on air.

Sammy [challenging] Nothin’ to hide on this end of the phone, Mayor Grisham.

Mayor Grisham I hear your snide remarks, Sammy. I’ve read the transcripts.

Sammy Which! let’s be honest, is pretty weird. We’re a late night AM talk show, why are you bothering with us?

Mayor Grisham Oh, I don’t bother with you. I try to keep up to date with all the local news and entertainment. I gotta say, I was really happy a big city radio guy decided to come play host at our little radio station.

Sammy Well, I’m more than happy to—

Mayor Grisham I wasn’t finished… But I have to say, I’m a little less than thrilled with [accusingly] all the excitement you brought with you.

Sammy I’d hardly call reporting the news “excitement”, sir—

Mayor Grisham It’s interesting to me that I don’t see Channel 13 breaking these crazy stories.

Ben [quickly] No offense, your honor, but those idiots don’t know their a[bleep]holes from their elbows.

Mayor Grisham And you boys being on site when these “events” happen? [softly, still accusing] It’s a little bit of a coincidence don’t you think?

Sammy Are you insinuating that we are staging these events, Mayor?

Mayor Grisham I’m stating facts. I’m sure your ratings are way, way up there since all these sensational events seem to coincide with your broadcast. Why do you think that is? Furthermore, I mean who’s up listening to you at this ungodly hour of the night?!

Sammy Seemingly most of the town, Sir. As well as whomever you’ve hired to keep an ear on us.

Mayor Grisham I’ve tried to be nice about this… And I tried to be civil… but I think it’s about time that you troublemakers changed formats. No more of this funny business. It’s not good for the listeners. It’s not good for the residents. And honestly? it’s not good for me. I don’t appreciated being painted in this light, gentlemen.

Sammy Oh! You mean the light where you as a public service,[sic] try to quell the voice of the people.

Ben It’s not your right to tell us what we can and can’t report on, sir. All due respect.

Mayor Grisham [rudely] All due respect, Ben Arnold. Just a couple of months ago you were digging up old records on eBay for Chet Sebastian to run on about. Now you’re a media star?? That’s worrisome! Seems you fellas have All the reasons in the world to fabricate these issues, and I have to say I’m not gonna sit here and listen to this, while you LIE TO THE GOOD PEOPLE OF KING FALLS.

Sammy Well, when we start “fabricating” and “making things up,” you can come throw the book at us. But until then- [click, dial tone] Whoops! Looks like you just got disconnected. I’d wait for you to give us a call back and all, but with it not being an election year I probably shouldn’t hold my breath.

Ben Line One iiis lit up again, Sammy.

Sammy [insincerely] Oh, sorry about that Mayor! I must have fabricated accidentally dumping your call when-

Esther Rollens [heavy metal music in bg] [voice old and wavering] Did you boys fund a lavender ball of yarn in there? Been looking for it all week! [click, dial tone]

Ben [shaken] Sammy, I think that commercial might do us some good right now.

[KFAM outro]

[CREDITS]

References

[1] Coachella - The Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival (commonly called Coachella or the Coachella Festival) is an annual music and arts festival held at the Empire Polo Club in Indio, California, in the Coachella Valley in the Colorado Desert.

[2] Reference to the TV game show Jeopardy!

[3] I honestly can’t tell if he’s saying “honest engine” or “honest injun” but i’mma go with the one that’s technically incorrect but also not super racist.

[4] Barney Fife - Deputy from the Andy Griffith Show. Calling a police officer or authority figure "Barney Fife" has become an American slang term for gross ineptitude or overzealousness.

#king falls am #king falls #kfam #sammy stevens #ben arnold #troy krieghauser #dr. jeffrey rosenblum #mayor grisham #kfam transcripts #kfam ep5

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peacenik0 · 7 years ago

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Cherry Blossom Season NSFW/NC-17

Tagging @today-in-fic

See author’s notes at the bottom.

Read the previous chapters on our favorite duo’s intrepid love story:one/two/three/four/five/six/seven/ eight

Chapter 9

As Scully lay in bed waiting for Mulder to arrive, the was a strange haze of anticipation surrounding her. She touches her lips as she remembers the feeling of each kiss that they have shared. She puts her hands on her hips like he had the other night, but it’s not the same.

Where are you, Mulder? She tries to calm her nerves, but her impatience is growing. Should she light a few candles, set the mood? No that would be too much, wouldn’t it? She decides to go to the living room to wait for him. Maybe she can read a lab report to distract herself. Just as her eyes begin to drift down to the tox screening, she hears a knock on the door. Her heart summersaults knowing who it is, and what is in store for them.

She feels giddy, almost girlish in her longing for him. She chastises herself for this foolishness.

Keep it together, Dana.

She jumps up from the couch with a surprising amount of energy for the late hour. She strokes her hands through her hair, trying to smooth the sleep from them. Her hands shake as she unlocks the slide, the deadbolt, each clink of metal brings her closer to the man on the other side of the door.

Once she opens the door her heart leaps again. Mulder. His eyes spark with the same expectancy and desire.

“Hey,” he greets her nervously. He looks down, he fidgets with his watch.

“Hey, come in,” she breathes out. He steps through the door. She quickly checks the hallway out of habit, before she closes and locks the door. Once she turns around, Mulder pulls her into his embrace, his mouth descends on hers. Her lips move with a newly awakened passion against his. She sucks on his bottom lip, he moans, then pushes his tongue inside her mouth. Kissing Mulder still feels new, but also like they have been doing this always.

A natural step in their evolution.

She reaches up and cups his jaw, her thumb draws circles on his cheek. His hands go to her hips, and he squeezes, god she loves when he does that. She breaks the kiss to come up for air.

“ What took you so long?” she asks as her arms encircle his neck.

“I drove through two red lights to get here, Scully. I made record time, seventeen minutes and thirty-six seconds,” he breathes into her hair.

“ It was still too long,” she kisses his jaw.

“ I know,” he says before hoisting her up in his arms. Her legs encircle his hips, like they have found their natural place. She grabs his face and she kisses him fervently. She squeezes her legs, and his clothed erection finds her center. They both moan at the contact. Her lust addled mind begins to list and catalogue all of the things that she wants to do to him. All of the things she wants him to do to her.

All in good time, we have time.

Mulder pushes her up against the door. She feels her inner muscles clench. The passion between them builds, layer by layer. He slips his hand under her shirt instinctively finding its home on her breast. She sighs.

“I love you wearing my shirt, but you need to take it off,” he says hoarsely in her ear.

“ Well, I’d say that you have more clothes on than me. So it’s only logical that we take care of you first, right? ” She says seductively.

“Scully, your legs have got me an a pretty serious vice-grip at the moment, not that I’m complaining of course. But, I could use your help,” he chuckles. Then kisses that delicious spot behind her ear, and she sighs.

“ Glady,” She sighs as she slides down his body. he says tossing his leather jacket on her couch, and quickly pulling his gray undershirt over his head. She bites her lip, as she takes a moment to admire his form. Her hands find his naked chest, caressing his skin and teasing his nipples. He moans. She she strokes down pausing on his abdominal muscles just above his pelvis. She makes quick work of his button fly, his pants fall to the floor.

“See, I told you that you were impatient,” he deadpans.

“Oh, I don’t know Mulder, I’ve waited all these years, so I’d say I’m pretty patient.” she breathes out as she reaches down to grasp his erection firmly through his boxers. He gasps.

His hands find the bottom of the Oxford university t-shirt that now belongs to her. He pulls it up over her head, and tosses it behind him. Daytime Scully would care about the clothes that are being strewn unceremoniously across her apartment. However, Scully on the brink of finally getting laid couldn't care less.

His lips find hers again as he hoists her up into his arms. Her breasts pushed up enticingly against his naked chest, skin against skin. His large hands circle her hips and cover her ass. She wraps her arms around her neck as they kiss, half stumbling towards the bedroom. They fall into her bed, breathing hard. Mulder quickly pulls off her underwear, and kneels at the foot of the bed. She moans as he his tongue draws a “ V” in the crease of her inner thighs. His hands spread her open, and he puts her legs over his shoulders. He groans as his mouth hovers over her aching sex. She’s so aroused, so raw and ripe and ready for him.

“ See, I told you I couldn’t wait to do this,” He says as he blows a cool breath over her clit. She shivers. She gasps as his mouth finally finds her center. She moans loudly as his tongue finds the swollen bud at the top of her sex. Thank God he’s decided not to tease her too much this time.

“Well that makes two of us,” she says moaning breathlessly. His lips close around her clit and he moans. The vibrations set off a chain reaction coursing through her body.

“Fuck, Mulder, Fuck! ” she calls out loudly. Her body tenses then snaps as she comes hard convulsing against his mouth. He drinks her in and groans, her pleasure feeding his own. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand as he collapses on top of her.

“Mmm, you really can swear like a sailor. I’m so glad I could bring out this side of you, ” He says patting himself on the back.

“ Don’t get too full of yourself, Mulder. I fully expect another orgasm before this thing is over,” She raises an eyebrow and chuckles, feeling fully relaxed and satisfied.

“ I think I may be up to that challenge.” He kisses her languidly. She shoves his boxers down his hips, and steals a look at his cock.

“ No need to hide, you’ve earned the right to take a look,” he winks, and she blushes.

She relishes the weight of his body on top of her, surrounding her.

She reaches down to guide his member to her center. She swirls the head around her clitoris, and back down through her slick folds. They moan together.

“ See I can drive you crazy too,” she smiles.

“ Oh Scully, you saucy minx” he sighs as she continues teasing him. His cock is coated in her arousal. They kiss again, languidly. He breaks the kiss gazing deeply into her eyes.

“ Scully,” he pauses to clear his throat.” Just in case I haven’t been entirely clear, I just wanted to tell you that I…” she puts a finger to his lips then grabs both of his hands in hers placing them over her heart.

“ You don’t have to say anything, Mulder, I know how you feel” She tries to convey their entire history from the beginning until this very moment with her eyes. The memories flash back and forth.

I’d only put myself on the line for you.

You’re the only one I trust.

You’re my best friend.

My one in five billion.

You make me a whole person.

The only person I could ever imagine myself being with.

Somewhere in the pain and darkness they found each other.

“ I feel the same way, Mulder, the same way.” she breathes out.

She feels a sob catch in her chest. Her heart beats rapidly. This is just another way to show him what she has difficulty expressing in words. Her love manifesting as a physical act. Finally, she slips the head inside her entrance. She sucks in a breath as he moves inside her slowly. She feels the tightness, the fullness, the sensation of pain. She bites his shoulder lightly to brace herself, he groans, and pinches her nipple in response.

“ Oh God, you are so tight.” His eyes roll back in his head with pleasure.”Can you try and relax?” he whispers as he massages one of her hips.

“ Just go slow, ok,” she says her voice tight with emotion. He nods and pauses to allow her to grow accustomed to his size. She opens up her hips wider, trying to allow more room for them to fit together. She thinks of the give and take of their partnership. The balance of two different people joining together. Yes, even in this new intimacy they work as a team. The pain is starting to become pleasure. He leans his forehead against hers, this their most intimate act. She tries to memorize this feeling. He starts to thrust slowly, but she can see him holding back.

“ What are you thinking about, Mulder?” she asks.

“ Baseball,” he pauses “although, I guess I can’t use that one anymore, either, ” he grins and she giggles and her inner muscles pulse around him.

“ Hmmm, flukeman?” she grins again.

“ Oooh, instant boner killer, Scully.” his chuckle vibrates to her core.

She takes in the sounds of their bodies pulsing, the smell of their sex surrounding them.

The feel of their bodies together is at once natural and supernatural. She thinks of the science behind human sexuality: hormones, pheromones, the role of the brain in sexual arousal, the physical stages of orgasm. All of these things make sense to the rational part of Scully’s brain. But she cannot explain how the physical act of passion can become a transformative experience. He sits up and puts her knee against his chest.

“ Oh god Scully, “ he pauses for a moment and looks down at their bodies joining together “I wish you could see what we look like together, it’s so beautiful,” his voice breaks and washes over her.

“ Then let me see,” she gently rolls him over onto his back, and moves to straddle him. She looks down, and positions his turgid member at her entrance. She bends her head to see herself sliding down his length, taking him inside of swollen cunt. Her breath catches in her throat. The sight of their bodies joined is almost painfully exquisite, bordering on divine. She looks at him and is overwhelmed at the magnitude of what she sees in his eyes: trust, adoration, love.

She moves up and down his length, his cock stroking her inner g-spot. He reaches up to thumb her clit, and she feels her second orgasm building low in her pelvis and spreading over her body. As she reaches the peak of pleasure, stars explode behind her eyes and dance across her body. Her orgasm triggers Mulder’s, and he calls out her name as he erupts inside of her. They explode with matter and energy flaring brightly against the black of the universe. Their pleasure combined is the millions of atomic explosions combusting to fuel their very own supernova.

As she comes down, her head slumps in satisfaction against his chest. He clutches her body against his, and buries his head in her hair. She listens to the rapid beating of his heart, and feels her own heart bursting inside of her.

Uniting as one, they have become the birth of a brilliant new star, burning and flaring brightly in the great expanses of the cosmos.

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Author's note: This is the scene I saw in my mind’s eye when I first conceived the idea for this story I was listening to Bon Iver’s “ Creature Fear” and the lyrics really inspired this scene.

I was lost but your fool/Was a long visit wrong?/Say you are the only…./I was teased by your blouse/Spit out by your mouth/I was loud by your lowered/Seminary sold

This scene was what I pictured as the end for this particular story. I've just always loved Mulder and Scully from seasons 6 and 7 when they are really falling in love. After the difficulty of the season 11 finale, I just kind of wanted to see them in a happy place again. So it felt like a romantic comedy as I was writing it. This story got me back into writing, and it has been an amazing experience. I have learned so much about writing, and fanfiction during this process.

Thanks to my boo @i-gaze-at-scully for walking me through tumblr (someday I'll get it). Also for being a lovely/super beta extraordinaire. I hope to continue working with this #noble land mermaid.

#cherry blossom season #chapter 9 #might be the last chapter #don't worry i'm still going to write #i love feedback #msr fanfic #msr smut #i guess i write smut now #noble land mermaid #friends to lovers #wip #first fic #this was so much fun to write #more writing to come

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hiyo-silver · 6 years ago

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Untouchable - Chapter 3: Dead Boy Walking

Summary: Bill goes to a party, winding up at Richie's for a little "fun".

Pairings: Bill Denbrough/Richie Tozier

Chap 1 + Chap 2 + AO3 + My Masterlist

Taglist: @fuckboykaspbrak @thesquidliesthuman @starboystan @rachi0964 @shewasthewind @beepbeep-losers @bigbilliamdenbro @jalenrose1122 @sleepygaybrough @itandstrangerthingsfanfic @boopboopbichie @peachywyatt

Bill pulls up to the house, one he's always dreaded even passing by. Bowers'. Henry's dad is out of town, leaving his house empty besides the teen who's been bullying Bill since early adolescence. The engine of his car sputters and wheezes, he doesn't usually drive the old junker but he thinks he better instead of showing up to a popular kid's party on an equally falling apart bike.

He sees Eddie's red blazer before anything else. The bloody shade pierces the crowd in a way that jolts into Bill's mind. An image he'll likely never forget. He puts on a happy smile, adjusting the navy sleeves of his jacket, meeting up with the group he'd recently joined.

"Hi," he greets smoothly, painfully sober for a situation he's automatically uncomfortable in.

"Oh finally, Bill, thought you wouldn't show up," Eddie teases almost flirtingly, tracing his finger down Bill's chest, the smell of booze just radiatingoff the boy.

"I'm here," Bill says with an awkward shrug, seeing someone walk by with a few red plastic cups, snatching one as quickly as he can. He's dabbled with alcohol, never too much though. And only when he was younger, being 17 now and not having drank much in the past two years.

He takes a confident swig from the cup, wincing at the "jungle juice" that Henry had put together, puckering his lips at the unexpected tart aftertaste. "So, wh-what's first?" He asks as he tries to regain his suave composure, one he'd only taught himself since meeting Eddie and the others.

"Partying- just in general," Stan slurs out with a smile Bill has never seen on his face before, the smile that only an uptight person can get when alcohol takes away their troubles if only for a while.

Bill returns Stan a slightly forced awkward grin, raising his cup ceremoniously to him before taking another swig, his goal being to blur everything together, making life look like an impressionism painting, a technique he's been working on in his art.

The swaying of the ground underneath him is more comfortable and usual feeling than he'd expect it to be, especially having been nearly completely sober for the last two years. He still is a lightweight, probably always be despite his continued drinking.

He stays in tune to the music even as the floor tilts and twists under him. At some point he wanders off to the living room instead of the kitchen. He finds the speakers, wanting to feel the waves of music course through his body and boom through his lungs.

His eyes close and he sees red flashing through his thin eyelids. He feels a certain comfort in the chaos, something he hasn't experienced in the longest time, maybe even ever.

He hears a moan from behind him, twirling around slowly, still stumbling under his feet. He trips on himself and catches himself with a quick and shaky step forward. He spots the pull out couch, his eyes blurring over like a camera lense until it focuses.

He sees flashes of sweaty skin mushed up against sweaty skin. The moans slide under the sounds of the music, muffled by something Bill can't see. He feels a tenseness in his pants that is a more newly awakened part of himself, having spent years alone and ignoring it.

He leans back against the wall, chewing his bottom lip, feeling pervy even in his cushioned drunken state, he shuffles his way out of the room, putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder clumsily, his drink still in his hand.

He falls forward slightly, his drink splashing over the edge onto Eddie's white v neck. "Ohhhh g-god, I'm s-s-suh-sorry," he slurs out, patting his hand on the wet part of Eddie's shirt, "Yikes th-that might stain," he mumbles out.

Eddie shrieks in response, sending Bill's heart pounding. "This is new!" He yells, backing away quick enough to send Bill nearly falling to the floor.

"You'll pay for this- God, this is why you don't take peasants under your wing," he shrieks until his voice hits a low grumble in his annoyance, summoning Stanley and Beverly to follow him as he storms off.

Bill is left confused, his state of mind making everything fuzzy, all he knows is that he's in trouble. The realization comes to him and suddenly he feels like he's completely sobered up for the sake of hearing this.

He sees Ben walk into the kitchen where he is, time moving in slow motion as he approaches Henry, very obviously thanking him for inviting him. Bill watches in fear as Ben gets nearly yelled at for showing up, and even more for thinking he'd been invited.

Bill's eyebrows crease in worry when he sees the rejection in Ben's face. Then he remembers- the note. He'd written that. He made that happen. He may as well have rejected him- he basically has.

In that moment he doesn't know how to tolerate himself, he's filled with a cocktail of upset feelings with more ingredients than the jungle juice he'd been sipping at earlier.

He straightens up and finally moves from his spot, getting out of there as fast as he can, even ducking at one point to hope that Ben won't notice him, he can't bear to face him.

He leaves, realizing he can't drive as he is. If his parents ever warned him about something, it was road safety. Because of an unsafe driver he still can't talk right on occasion.

He starts walking, a directive in his mind before he realizes he's not even sure how to get there, especially from Henry's house. He pulls up Snapchat, an app that can serve as a savior for him even though he never uses it.

He finds Richie's snap profile, relief washing over him when he sees that he has his location on. He lets the Snapchat map lead him, landing in front of an apartment building, as he would expect from the story Richie had been telling in the bathroom the other day.

He spots the fire escape, the most plausible option for himself to get up. He prepares himself for a climb, pulling up his pants and heading towards the wrought iron stairs.

He climbs clumsily, holding tightly onto the railings, he climbs up and up and up until he gets to Richie's window. He peers in to see Richie hunched over his laptop, looking at something like anime or who knows what.

He pushes open the window to find it unlocked, climbing in, falling to the floor as he expected he would. Richie spins around immediately, "What the fuck are you doing here? How'd you find my house?" He stage whispers, not wanting to wake his father.

"Th-that doesn't matter now, lover boy," Bill slurs out, approaching Richie and tugging him closer by the front of his shirt, causing them to share a first kiss.

"Fuck man, you're wasted," Richie breathes out when they separate. He looks into Bill's red rimmed eyes, not knowing what he should do, it feels the slightest bit wrong but Bill initiated it, going as far as to find his house.

"Mhmmm," Bill coos, helping Richie stand up despite his own instability, he seems to push Richie to the bed. Richi falls backwards onto the comforter.

He climbs on top of Richie, "You," he says, poking Richie in the center of his chest. "Aren't sl-sleeping tonight," he says, leaning down to suck Richie's neck.

Richie reacts by biting back a moan by chewing his lip. He arches his back up instinctively. Bill draws himself down Richie's neck, pulling down the shirt to get to Richie's collarbone clumsily before pulling away, "Shirt off," he says, fumbling with the edge.

Richie complies, full of adrenaline and excitement, actually being a virgin despite what he would say to others, he yanks the shirt off at near record speed, pulling Bill down into a kiss by the front of Bill's button up.

Their lips meet, sloppy and spitty and inexperienced. Finally, Bill starts pulling off his blazer and starting to unbutton his shirt as quick as he can with his non sober spindly fingers.

He goes down to Richie's chest, skin against skin, the heat filling him with a fuzzy feeling so much better than the feeling of alcohol settling in his stomach, this made him much less nauseous.

He leaves hickeys down Richie's neck down to his peck before fumbling with the fastens on his pants. Richie offers his assistance, looking Bill in the eye as he unzips and unbuttons. "You sure you want to?" He asks Bill, helping the pants off of Bill's hips.

Bill nods happily, pulling at Richie's pajama pants, his hands landing on Richie's bare ass. He didn't prepare for this: condoms, lube, actual knowledge, but he's not giving up now.

"T-turn," he directs, moving from his straddled spot so Richie can turn onto his stomach. Bill settles his hands on Richie's hips, he pushes himself into Richie's ass, hearing the groan from the other.

With the little preparation, this is likely to hurt but neither of them know that, and probably don't care. Bill is drunk and impulsive, and Richie is horny all the time.

Richie moans whenever Bill pushes further, moving his hips closer up towards Bill, feeling the stretching down below to accommodate.

Bill leans as he pushes further in, thrusting only slightly, trying to map out how this is meant to go. He leans forward to Richie's shoulder, nibbling at the skin there in a way that he hopes is erotic.

Richie continues to moan out incomprehensible sounds, obviously trying to say whatever in some awful English accent. Bill wouldn't expect it, but that almost turns him on more. He feels himself tingle all over, nearly trembling as he thrusts in again.

"They're g-gonna kill me y'know?" He whispers to Richie's ear, nibbling at the lobe intermittently as he speaks.

"Oh really?" Richie groans out, "I won't let them," he promises, a plan forming in his twisted mind though he doesn't even know what Bill means by they yet.

Bill thrusts in one more time, and Richie feels a warmth fill him, for a moment he doesn't know what it is, then he realizes and it turns him on even more, feeling his own trembling as Bill squeezes his hips.

Bill squeezes around Richie's ass hard enough to leave fingerprints in the skin, that was the goal. Bill is definitely the possessive type. Richie's neck looking as if he'd been mauled by a wild animal.

Richie feels himself come finally, something that's never been directly caused by another person, he'd always just been with his right hand, and occasionally cheating on her with his left.

Bill pulls out slowly, and the pain sets in on Richie's end, a hissing moan escaping him as he turns back onto his back to look up at Bill, "Wow," is all he can say, a slight wince from the burn down below.

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A Brief History of the Ariel Red Hunter – Everything You Need To Know

Val Page, Ariel, and the Red Hunter

The story of the Ariel Red Hunter began when motorcycle engineer Val Page joined Ariel in 1925, having previously served his apprenticeship with the renowned British engine maker J. A. Prestwich (i.e. J.A.P.). Page had designed the V-twin engines that had powered such iconic British motorcycles as the Brough Superior SS80 and SS100, famous as the motorcycle owned and ridden by T.E. Lawrence, better known as “Lawrence of Arabia”.

By 1926 Val Page had been promoted to the role of Chief Designer and he had set about creating a new range of motorcycles, and also a new OHV single cylinder engine which would subsequently become the heart of the Ariel Red Hunter.

It took until 1927 for a suitable motorcycle to be designed to make good use of Page’s new 500cc OHV single cylinder engine, but even then the engine itself did not yet feature a rocker cover and so was noisy and had a habit of spraying a little oil here and there. For intrepid 1920’s gentlemen motorcyclists this was simply something that gave the bike a bit of character, but for intrepid lady motorcyclists this was not a great selling point. A rocker cover was subsequently designed and fitted which made the Val Page single cylinder quieter and far less prone to oiling the rider’s accoutrements.

In the period just prior to the Wall Street Crash Ariel was a manufacturer who tried to appeal to every nuance of motorcycle taste. This meant that he company made and offered an extensive range of motorcycle models in four stroke and two stroke, side-valve and pushrod overhead valve, and a sloper model simply because the sloping engine had become something of a fashion fad.

As the economic depression began to bite home however such “Roaring Twenties” indulgence could not be sustained and in order to remain viable Ariel was going to need to rationalize its model range, and ensure that Ariel motorcycles were going to be the ones that people would continue to purchase rather than the offerings of Ariel’s competitors.

A Black Ariel Becomes the Red Hunter

It was in 1928 that a freelance motorcycle designer named Edward Turner came knocking on Ariel’s door to see if they were interested in a new and innovative motorcycle engine he had designed. The engine was rather more complex than the single cylinder engines Ariel had been marketing up to that time, it was the “Square Four“, which consisted of two twin cylinder engines joined together by their central geared flywheels.

The head of Ariel, Jack Sangster, was interested in both the engine and the designer of the engine, and so it was that Edward Turner joined the design team of Ariel in 1929 working under the leadership of Val Page.

Val Page left Ariel in 1932, the year the company went bankrupt but was purchased by Jack Sangster who kept it going. Page moved across to Triumph where he took up the role of Chief Designer. Edward Turner became Chief Designer at Ariel that year and he took a long hard look at the company’s models with a view to reducing the model offerings, and making those fewer models more attractive to consumers.

The main engine he decided to keep in production was the Val Page designed single cylinder OHV, which was made primarily as a 500cc, with a 350cc created by sleeving down the 500cc, and a 250cc for those who wanted to remain under the British tax limit.

That Val Page 500cc single was originally made in a double valve version (i.e. four valves for the single cylinder) but that level of complexity was done away with for the rationalized Depression era model line-up and so all the single engines were fitted with conventional single valves (i.e. two valves per cylinder). The other engine Edward Turner kept in production was his own Square Four, initially as a 500cc in 1931, and then in progressively larger capacities from 600cc to 1,000cc.

It might be said that there is a little bit of magpie in every human being: people are attracted to shiny new things, nickel or chrome plating makes a boringly black motorcycle one that immediately catches the eye and a splash of bright red paint is near guaranteed to draw the “magpie” in checkbook wielding customers like moths to a flame.

Edward Turner believed that getting away from Ariel’s tasteful but horribly boring black was going to be one of the secrets to selling motorcycles in the dark days of those depression years. For 1932 Edward Turner installed an interestingly high specification Val Page 500cc OHV double valve single cylinder engine in a rigid single downtube frame with girder front forks and brightened it up with a chrome plated fuel tank replete with instruments and a red painted panel with the Ariel name on it.

This bike was named the “Red Hunter”, conjuring up images of fox hunters on horseback racing through the English countryside with their hounds to reduce the population of lamb and chicken eating foxes. The Red Hunter featured a dry plate clutch connecting the engine to a Burman four speed gearbox. The electrics were by a Lucas “Magdyno” which combined a magneto with a dynamo (i.e. generator) and which proved to be a solid and reliable unit.

To enhance the interest in their new Red Hunter, Ariel provided two types of piston as an option; one being a 7.0:1 standard compression piston enabling the engine to produce 28hp, and a 7.5:1 high compression piston which required a high octane fuel mix of 50/50 petrol and Benzole and which increased power sufficiently to give the bike a claimed top speed in excess of 90 mph.

The Ariel Red Hunters of the 1930s

The engine of the Ariel Red Hunter featured a cast iron cylinder mated with an aluminum alloy vertically split dry sump crankcase. The crankshaft was supported by two large main bearings lubricated by a plunger type oil pump from the separate oil reservoir: Actual engine capacity was 30 cu. in. (497cc) and the Red Hunter could be ordered with single or twin exhausts either high or low mounted.

By the end of the 1930s the Red Hunter’s specifications were as follows:

Engines: 497cc/30 cu. in. single cylinder with bore of 81.8mm and stroke of 95mm or 350cc single cylinder, dry sump. Carburetors were large bore down-draft Amal. The mainshaft was supported on two roller bearings and one ball bearing. Big ends were mounted on two ball bearings races in duralumin cages. Oiling was provided by twin plunger pumps and the engine featured polished flywheels, con-rods, and combustion ports. Compression ratio for 1939 was 7.5:1 and power output was 26 hp @ 5,800rpm.

Transmission: Multi-plate wet clutch and Burman four speed manual gearbox (right foot shift) with an engine shaft shock absorber, oil bath chain primary drive and chain final drive.

Frame and suspension: Rigid single downtube frame with front girder forks.

Brakes: SLS drum brake front and rear.

Wheels and Tires: Front, 26″ x 3″, Rear 26″ x 3.25″. Chrome brake plates, red centers.

Electrical system: Lucas Magdyno magneto and generator combination.

Fuel tank: 12.3 liters, 2.7 gallons (Imperial), 3.25 gallons (US).

Curb weight: 168kg, 370lb.

Top Speed: Approximately 85mph (137 km/hr).

Competition models were equipped with a crankcase under-shield, competition tires, nail catchers, high clearance fenders, detachable rear wheel, chain guard, and fabric rather than cork clutch. The Lucas Magdyno was replaced with a BTH magneto and the smaller fuel and oil tanks from the 350 NH were fitted to the competition 500 VH. A small number of racing 500cc engines were fitted with aluminum-bronze cylinder heads: only about ten bikes are thought to have been so fitted.

The Wartime Ariels

Once World War 2 was underway Ariel was forced to cease production of motorcycles for the civilian market and instead devote all its energy into the manufacture of dispatch rider motorcycles. These were based on the 350cc Red Hunter but modified for military dispatch rider use. This model was the Ariel W/NG and production began in 1940.

The W/NG was fitted with a trials frame and the bike was given additional ground clearance to make it more suited to off-road use. These bikes were fitted with panniers, a pair of tool boxes, and the headlight was fitted with a black-out mask. These Ariels gained a reputation for rugged dependability and thousands of them were made and deployed.

The Post-War Red Hunters

By 1945 both the British people, and British industry, had suffered the double whammy of the Great Depression of the 1930s and the Second World War which had taken up the first half of the 1940s. The result was that most manufacturers had been unable to devote any attention to the creation of new models and that when Ariel managed to get back into production in 1946 they initially did so producing the same models they had been making in 1939.

By that stage however Edward Turner had left Ariel and gone to work at Triumph, where he had designed the engine considered to be his masterpiece: the Triumph “Speed Twin” parallel twin.

Ariel recognized just how good the parallel twin was and lost no time in creating their own. Ariel made their own twin as a 500cc and began publicizing it in 1946, although the motorcycles were not able to be put into production until 1948.

This meant that Ariel’s Red Hunter model line-up comprised two singles, the 350cc NH and the 500cc VH, and two parallel twins, the 500cc KH, and the De Luxe 500cc KG. The KG De Luxe parallel twin was fitted with a slightly lower compression ratio engine to ensure the smoothest operation while the KH featured a slightly higher compression ratio as befitted a more lightweight sport bike.

The post-war models continued with the same specifications as the pre-war models although for 1946 telescopic forks could be specified instead of the girder forks and these were the first Ariel motorcycles provided with this option. The rear suspension remained rigid however with the Anstey Link plunger type rear suspension being introduced as an option in 1947.

For 1952 and 1953 Ariel offered a version of the Red Hunter equipped with an all alloy engine: this was the VHA Red Hunter and because of its rarity went on to become a much sought after collector bike.

In 1954 the Red Hunter was further modernized and much improved with the fitting of a new duplex frame complete with swing arm rear suspension. The 1954 model also saw the 500cc VH model fitted with an aluminum alloy cylinder head, and the 350cc NH being similarly equipped in 1956. 1956 was also the year that the Red Hunters were fitted with full width alloy hubs.

In the early 1950s a motorcycle racer named Sammy Miller brought the Ariel name into the public spotlight. Miller predominantly rode Ariel motorcycles beginning in 1951 in the 250cc class of the Ulster Grand Prix. Sammy Miller’s most famous bike was his 500cc Ariel HT5 with registration number GOV 132, which he had extensively lightened and modified. Miller’s long list of competition successes included his being British Trials Champion eleven times in a row, and his being five times winner of the Scottish Six Day Trial.

Sammy Miller’s association with Ariel ended in 1964 when Ariel were absorbed into BSA, effectively bringing Ariel to an end.

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Conclusion

Ariel were purchased by rival motorcycle maker BSA during the war in 1944. The company entered the postwar era retaining its independence for a time but the BSA influence progressively reduced the Ariel motorcycle’s attractiveness. For example by 1954 the drop dead gorgeous chrome and red paintwork had been replaced with a dull maroon that made the bikes look reminiscent British Railways rolling stock, a move that has been likened to clothing a supermodel in drab overalls.

The Ariel Red Hunter ceased production in 1959, at a time when the British motorcycle industry was trying to find new direction but were bogged down in traditional ideas of what a British motorcycle should be. These ideas were about to be hit by the motorcycle invasion from the Land of the Rising Sun, an assault that Britain’s motorcycle makers would prove to be unable to withstand.

The Ariel Red Hunter stands out as one of the greatest of Britain’s single cylinder motorcycles. Given that Royal Enfield are currently manufacturing traditional style British motorcycles it is not unreasonable to imagine that a new model Ariel Red Hunter could be created with an expectation that it would sell.

It would need an electric starter, disc brakes, and would need to be clothed in the Edward Turner livery of chrome, red and black: it would then indeed be a supermodel of a motorcycle, a bike that would have its strongest appeal to the retro motorcycle riders, a light and nimble British alternative to the Harley-Davidson.

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La Marina Bowls with Chris Bould Monday 08 - 09 - 19 saw the beginning of the Summer Trips. La Marina were at home to San Luis. W2 L2 D1, the points were 7 for and 5 against. Shots were 100 for and 80 against. An excellent result as La Marina got off to quite a poor start but came good. The two winning rinks were Kathy Manning, Roy Hart and John Morgan, 27 - 12; Maureen and Dave Taylor and Mike Stone, 24 - 12. Reg Jackson, Cliff Rawlinson and Dave Hadaway picked up three on the last end to earn a well deserved draw, 16 - 16. The rink of Barbara Forshaw, Dave McGaw and Maureen Kidd went into the last end 18 - 18, but lost by one shot. All in all not a bad start for La Marina. L M B C wishes all our competitors in the Champion of Champions the best of luck. That’s all folks. SAN LUIS BOWLS CLUB REPORT 12.04.19. By Sheila Cammack The Champion of Champions tournament is running from Monday 15th-Sunday 21st at San Miguel, + Vistabella on Monday & Tuesday; we wish all our players the very best of luck. Monday 8th SL Wellingtons v SM Christians, 10-2, 105 shots-78. Winners: Kath Reid, Neil Morrison, Ian Kenyon 20-14, Colin Jackson, June & Keith Jones 26-18, Pam Lockett, Giuseppe Galelli, Brian Pocock 18-10, Margaret Morrison, Sabrina & Russell Marks 23-14. Thursday 11th v Vistabella Fairways SL Wellingtons; 8-4, 87 shots-68. Winners: Bob White, Ann Holland, Neil Morrison 26-11, Colin Jackson, June & Keith Jones 14-9, Kath Reid, Pam Lockett, Ian Kenyon 17-14. SL Hercules v LM Pilots 80 shots-100, 5-7. Winners: Ros Holmes, Peter Fuller, Brenda Brown 21-15, Ray Watmough, Bill Webb, Derrick Cooper 19-18, Judy Carroll, Mags Haines, Les Bedford 16-16. SL Mosquitoes v ER Buckskins, 8-4, 101 shots-72. Winners: Chris Jackson, Chris Lythe, Sue Ross 23-14, Val Lever, Mary Fromson, Ken Dullaway 25-7, Dennis Jackson, Robert Hicks, Tom Fromson 23-7. Wednesday 10th Winter League: v Quesada, 98shots-87, 8-4. Winners: Irene Everett, Pam Lockett, June & Keith Jones 23-10, Kath Reid, Margaret & Neil Morrison, Ian Kenyon 19-13, Jan Pocock, Barry Edwards, Sabrina & Russell Marks 28-11. San Luis BC would welcome more new members. Anyone who has played against SLBC, whether home or away, will know that we are a friendly, social, club; competitive at all levels, whilst also enjoying our bowling. Despite the recent change agreed at the LLB AGM, that a side will comprise 6 teams, we are still determined and committed to playing 4 squads in both the Monday & Friday leagues. For the coming season it looks as though we will have 2 squads in both Division A and Division C on both days. There will be plenty of games for everyone and opportunities for players of all levels of experience. We have an established open and fair selection policy for all divisions. League entries have to be in by mid-August. If you commit to playing for us by joining on 1st August you will have 13 months membership to 31.8.20. We also have 7 months membership from 1.10.19-30.4.20. Come along & bowl for free on any Sunday morning at 10:00am to try the game….ask at the bar. For further information please contact our Club Captain June Jones – 691 903 773 or Vice-Captain Ian Kenyon – 662 282 103. We look forward to hearing from you. San Miguel Bowls Club - Barry Jones On Monday San Miguel Moors were home to Emerald Isle Victors losing 4 - 8 (82 shots for & 89 shots against) the best winning triple were Sue Miller, Don Whitney and Lee Sinclair 24 - 10. San Miguel Christians were away to San Luis Wellingtons losing 2 - 10 (78 shot for & 105 shots against) the best winning triple were Bob Nesbit, Derek Farmer and Dave Champion 22 - 18. On Wednesday the last Winter League game was played with San Miguel at home to La Siesta, where they had a great win 11 - 1 (117 shots to 59). The best winning rink were Don Whitney, Dave Johnson, Gail Willshire and Fred Willshire 28 - 4. A reminder that the Wasps sessions will not take place this Wednesdays, due to the Club hosting the Champion of Champions competition, back to normal next week. For further information on San Miguel Bowls Club please contact the President Stuart Hemmings on 965720461, or the Secretary Gail Willshire on 965020492. Vistabella Bowls sponsored by TV Choice, Venture Fleet & Beniconnect. With Lynne Bishop A quieter week with the lead up to the Champion of Champions competition due to begin on Monday 15th, we wish all our representative good luck, please go along and support your friends. SAL SPITFIRE League Fairways started their campaign this week with two games, the first was at home against Quesada Blenheims where they kicked off with very good result. Our winning rinks..one which was due to the opposition failing to field a full side, the others wins were from the teams of Alan Whitley, Barry Norris & Maggie Furness 19-10. Del Gunning, Neil Burrows & Martin Foulcer 18-10 and Lynne Bishop, StJohn Broadhurst & Eric Bishop 15-13. Shots, VB 75(10) - 57(2) Q Later in the week the Fairways played a rearranged home match against San Luis Wellingtons, the game was very even on most rinks but we only finished with two wins, they were from the teams of Lynne Bishop, Peter Rees & Eric Bishop 18-16 and Lin Watkins, Charlie Watkins & Maggie Furness16-14. Shots, VB 68(4) - 87(8) SL. HARRIER League Greeners played the Hornets at La Siesta and enjoyed another great result, four wins from the teams of Olwyn Ratcliffe, Stuart Allman & Brian Dunn 32-5. Steve Wilson, Sue Jenkins & Sue Wilson 23-14. Stan Dibble, Bert Ewart & Pat Rafferty 20-18. Rosemarie Savage, Ken Savage & Avril Kendal 21-19. Shots, VB 113(10) -73(2) LS. The concluding games in the Vistabella Open was unfortunately rained off. The match Secretary agreed a monetary settlement with all the teams. Thank you Arthur & Barbara Brown for your hard work. Emerald Isle Bowls Club with Elwyn Morris Dukes played at San Luis Falcons in VCL and were beaten 4-8 aggregate 88-91. Winners were, P Rhodes 21-20, D Gerrard 21-13 Sat saw the Annual Les Mc Cracken Trophy game played. Thanks to all the visiting clubs for taking part again in this competition. The visitors Cup was won by Quesada and the Emerald Isle rink of C Smyth L Freeman R White M Odell won the Shield. Well done all Victors travelled to San Miguel Moors and had a good 8-4 aggregate 89-82 win. M Riley S Watson J Mulloy 24-10, G Shoots M Breen P Coffey 21-16, C Ayling G Odell M Odell 17-14 Vulcans played at home against Greenlands Gladiators and had a fine 10-2 aggregate 93-68, winners were M Willicott D Leeming J Pooley 23-10, C Thomas T Dix P Willicott 25-13, L Freeman B Eldred G Ponsford 17-13, V Cameron H Rhodes P Dix 14-11 Greenlands Bowls Club by Dave Webb The start of the new season saw the Gladiators away to the Emerald Isle Vulcans, a good start was made on all rinks but were unable to maintain the momentum resulting in just the one rink won and four lost. Final score, shots 68 - 93. points 2 - 10. winning rink - T Powell, D Toozer, skip J Obrien. 21 - 14. In the Harrier Division, the Glosters were at home to Country Bowls Badgers. A good start to the season with an excellent win, final score was, shots 94 - 85. points, 9 - 3. Best winning rink were C Stobbart, R Wattley, skip G Stobbart. 23 = 14. In the winter league we travelled up the AP7 to Bonalba, The wind was making things difficult for all the players but that made the games more interesting. Final scores were, shots 76 - 95. Points, 5 - 7. best winning rink goes to C Rudge, J Hier,L Rudge, skip D Toozer. 16 - 14. This being the final match of the Winter League leaves us in a better position than were in last season so well done everyone especially to the players who filled the breach at short notice. No report next week as its the Champion of champions all week, please support our entrants when you can, it does make a difference. For all inquires please contact Chris Dewar on 698418987, or visit our website..greenlands-bowls.wixsite.com/greenlandsbowlsclub HORADADA BOWLS CLUB by Irene Graham On Monday the summer season started for the South Alicante Hurricane Division under beautiful, warm blue skies. The Horadada Hawks were at home to La Siesta Wasps. The match was played in good spirits and enjoyed by all. Two of the rinks were hard fought throughout with a nail biting finish for the Hawks. We even had a visit from our regular squirrel who comes to give us his support! We managed to win on three rinks but the overall shots went to La Siesta. Our winning rinks were: Janet Jukes, Mark Jukes and Barry Evans 17 – 15 Jenny Davis, John Goddard and Wayne Jackson 21 – 19 Tracey Paffett, Ken Barber and Bryan Eatough 27 – 12 Very well played to these players who managed to come through with the win in the end. The final result was a draw with 85 shots for to 94 against giving both teams 6 points. The next league match is not until 22 April as the Champion of Champions tournament starts today 15 April. We wish all of our entrants the very best of luck in all disciplines for this annual event. Horadada offers a warm welcome to new or experienced bowlers, and provides the necessary equipment. Our roll-up days for this friendly club are Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday mornings. Please contact Fred Trigwell on 659139129 for more information.

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Kings and Demigods

#SL Kings and Demigods Co-written by @AmauroticKing and @KnowMyPayne

Payne: The itch seemed to burrow deeper with every week. I had long thought I could scratch it with training, with immersing myself in the lives of those within the manse and assisting them in any way I could, but that was proving futile. Even considering lending my hand with the trainees was not offering the necessary distraction. The fact of the matter was there was nothing, and no one, in this place so full of life and strength and chaos that offered me any reprieve. From the fact my Mother was a fading, lying bitch. From the fact I had been frozen, suspended for so many years. From the fact I had no purpose. Striding up from the hallway, I paused on the threshold of the billiards room. Even it was devoid of life, the males either on rotation or training the young ones downstairs. I was eager to find a place on the rotation schedule, though partnering with Vishous would evidently be a bad idea. However I had to first prove myself in combat, much as the trainees would have to, before I could expect the Brothers to rely on me standing alongside them. Changing track, I took the stairs two at a time as I made my way up, heading straight for the King’s office. Wrath knew my abilities, knew how proficient I was. His word was Law, and if he would indulge me, perhaps the itch would be soothed. “Sire?” I called, stopping at the threshold, my hand rising to firmly knock. “If it pleases you, I would appreciate an audience.” Wrath: [Meetings, meetings, meetings. Paperwork. Audiences with civilians and glymera alike. Matings. Decrees. Blessings on newborn young. Settling disputes. Everything blended together and I had a caged in feeling. I was a Warrior of the Black Dagger Brotherhood. And the race's king. I missed being out with my males. Craved it until the bite burned like a drug addict being denied a mainline hit. I needed to kill something, or at the very least beat someone up. None of the brothers would spar with me, each declining respectfully in spite of the free offer-without-penalty to hit their King. Movement at the desk caught me mid metal grouse, another set of papers to sign. Unconsciously my hand dropped to ruffle the hair of the blonde at my feet. George inched closer with a soft chuff and settled under my hand, as if he agreed I needed to let out some pent up energy. More comings and goings, Cop stopping by to give me an update on Murhder’s progress with training. Motherfucker needed to take it easy on my damn trainees or he was going to do a few rounds with /me/. Wouldn't that put the kabosh on a few things. Matter of fact, I could do with a meeting of fist to face with the male. Z’s update on the trainees was better news, the trainee Grahve was on the mend thanks to Doc Jane and Layla. V’s update was same as the past few nights: no sign of Lash or more lessers in the last couple weeks. And that was mixed good and bad news, for obvious reasons. So caught up in in the mess at my desk and listening to Saxton prattle off the remaining few things that needed tending to before the evening's end, that thankfully could be handled by the solicitor, I nearly growled a ‘fuck off’ to the knock at the door out of reaction to the growing frustration of feeling… useless? Restless? Caged-in? Tipping my head to the intrusion, the female's scent carried on the air and my brows raised at the sound of Payne's voice.] Oh hey Payne, yeah, come in. I was just wrapping things up with Saxton for the night. Payne: Entering the study, I bowed first to the King, then to Saxton. The solicitor had proven himself an ally to the throne, both loyal and true. “This pleases me to know, Sire, as it was my dearest hope you might be available for recreational activities.” I paused, then, thought better of my words. This was a household where innuendo ran rampart, and at the subtle glance from the lawyer, I hastily corrected. “That is, I was wondering if you would appreciate joining me in the training centre boxing ring? I understand completely if that would not be feasible,” I added quickly, thinking that even asking the leader of the race to partake in fighting was a bad idea, and one that would probably infuriate my brother and his Brothers, “but I thought I would… check.” Saxton looked like he wanted to suggest the many reasons Wrath /shouldn’t/ be fighting, alphabetically and then by priority standing after. The King, however, was oblivious to it, and indeed, seemed intrigued by the idea. George sat up, his tail thumping happily against the carpet. Wrath: [Payne’s interruption, even at the end of the evening, was welcome. Saxton, ever the gentlemale, stepped aside and allowed Payne to state her request. V’s twin had always conducted herself in the most formal of ways, in spite of how relaxed everyone else acted. All those centuries being held hostage by the Scribe, though I doubt the SV felt it was hardly a ‘hostage’ situation, I couldn't fault the female for her actions. I only hoped that given a little more time Payne would feel more relaxed and at ease on this side. The positive? She was direct and to the point. Thank fuck. George’s approval, going by the way his tail was dusting the floor, urged my impatience to get out of the office and into some bruises. If it wasn't entirely inappropriate and had I not been mated to the love of my life, I would have jumped across my desk and kissed the female in thanks.] Hell yeah! [My own eagerness was pulling me out of my skin. This was the distraction I craved to pull me out of the rut of routine that was suffocating me. Don't get me wrong. I loved my brothers and their females, even the doggen. Being King wasn't where I saw my life heading a decade ago. Due to a deal, I embraced it, and it wasn't ALL bad. But I felt chaffed and chained in a way that was far from what even V would consider sadisticly pleasing.] I'll meet you in the gym in 5 minutes. Payne: Elated, I bowed again, gave Saxton a smile and backed toward the door. “Wonderful, Sire. I look forward to it.” With only five minutes I swept toward my room and executed a quick change of clothes, my hair drawn back and secured into a ponytail, then a braid. A set of wrist wraps completed the ensembled, and then I was striding back downstairs, through the secret door and down the hall, into the gym. I noted a few of the Brothers, and one or two trainees, but none of that concerned me. The King had agreed, and he was the Law. The most the Brothers could do now was play witness and intervene if they thought things too volatile. Then they’d have to deal with Wrath directly, and though I tried to hide it, the thought provoked a devilish smile. I remembered fondly the days the King and I had sparred in the Sanctuary, taking hit for hit. I had never held back because the male couldn’t see, and he had never held back because I was a female. It was the greatest compliment I could give Wrath - that he took everyone on their merit alone, rather than what any society or any mandate dictated. The door burst in, and then the King was there, his height and presence making every other male in the room freeze in surprise. One trainee dropped a weight, barely missing his toe. I thi rdnk it was the one they called Cemetery. “My King,” I declare happily, stepping toward the ring. “I hope you do not expect me to go easy on you just because you’ve been stuck in an office for a while. I also hope George will not bite me for throwing you around,” I add, my appreciation and enjoyment plain in my tone. Wrath: [All but shoving Saxton out the door with papers littering the floor, I halted any talk from doggen and or brothers in my way and hurried George to my room to change. I felt like a kid in a candy store as I shucked out of my leathers and shitkickers, donning a black training uniform. Beth was, thankfully, out with the rest of the females at the pool with the young. My shellan didn’t stop me from sparring, but she wasn’t happy with it either. And not for /my/ sake. Beth was worried I’d hurt Payne again. Neither Payne nor myself held back, and we’d both been knocked around a time or more. Accidents were bound to happen, no matter how well timed a hit is dealt. Not that the first accident was intentional. It did nearly put a permanent stop from me participating in another round. Thanks to the docs Manny and Jane, and Payne’s twin V, she made a full recovery, her voraciousness intact for all she endured. I was suddenly torn between leaving George with Fritz or taking him into the gym with me. I didn’t want the dog hurt, it would kill me if he was inadvertently harmed, but I couldn’t take his whining cries the last time I’d had to leave him behind. Fucking heartstrings. Tohr could watch him, the blondes had a fondness for one another and I knew the male would care for George as well as anyone else in the manse. And if anything were to happen, the dog would be kennelled in Tohr’s office until it was safe for him to be out. Decisions made, I pointed George to the door.] George, gym. [Sounds of grunts, metal clanging and low voices softly echoed the hallway, growing louder the closer I got. George stopped before the door, allowing me to reach out and push it open. Cue immediate silence. Aaaas soon as the barbell stopped rolling. Payne’s happy, deep throated chirp turned my head to her direction, a large fanged grin splitting my face. I bent down and rubbed George’s head.] George, find Tohr. [And sent the dog to Tohr’s office. “George? Got him, Wrath!” came the only outside interference I needed to know. Straightening to my full height and cracking my neck, I found Payne by her scent and the feel of her presence.] Oh I don’t intend to hold anything back, little one. [A taunt, meant in play and enough to urge Payne on, was met with a growl from the female.] I’m sure you and George can work out some arrangement later. [Stepping toward her voice, and using the feel of the floor to know I was in the right place, I dropped to a fighting stance.] Bring it. Payne: With the magic words I advanced. George was gone, the King ready, and though I could feel the anxious stares of the Brothers and the disbelieving ones of the trainees, I let it all melt away in the face of Wrath. The male towered over me, but the bigger they were, the harder they fell. I’d never once let the size of my opponent bother me, and I wasn’t about to start now. My feet ghosted across the floor, too quick and silent for any normal vampire to track. But Wrath wasn’t normal, and his sense of smell and sound were my greatest obstacles. Ducking low, I swept at his knees, not holding back from the intent of dropping his royal rear right on the mat. Wrath: [Shutting out everything around me except for the sound of Payne's heartbeat and way her breath shorted as she made a move. I didn't need eyesight to see the female's shift in her warrior-calibrated body, all my senses told me exactly where and when to reach out and block Payne's kick. Catching the female's foot and giving it a twist and shove back, my mind saw what what I would have if I'd still had sight: Payne's back flip allowed her to land on both feet with the grace of a feline. It was an easy move, and the only warm up we were going to give each other. With a growl and a low lunge I zeroed in on the female's heartbeat, aiming to catch Payne around the waist and take her down.] Payne: Fighting with the King was bound to convince the trainees he wasn’t blind at all. A fair reaction really after watching the male catch my foot and send me into a backflip. I’d barely righted myself when his growl offered a brief warning of the next attack. If the hulking vampire caught me around the middle I was, simply, done. His sheer size and weight would pin me to the floor with no possibility of a brush off or flip; Wrath was far too good for such tactics. My breath caught and I held it as I leapt forward, hands first, as if I were diving for a bar while attempting a flip. Instead my hands braced on shoulders wider than I was tall, the weight of my body carried over the top as I used the male like a vaulting bar and somersaulted over the top. It wasn’t clean, and it was definitely the first time I’d attempted such a move. There was something to be said for watching the olympic gymnasts and their many flips and twists and rolls. I would be sure to inform my brother of my appreciation for the sports channel, once this was done. I let out the breath I’d been holding at the same time I landed, the mattress absorbing my weight with a soft ‘whoomf’ sound. I didn’t give the male a chance to resume his charging bull status, instead darting in and driving my fist cleanly at his face, guard be damned. The next few moves passed in a blur, the pair of us throwing and receiving hit after hit. This was the fighting I preferred. Skill and breathing and reflex and instinct. My body knew what to do before my mind did, and I let it lead me as I danced with the male the way none of his followers would dare. Wrath: [Payne was good, my eyes didn't need to see that to know it to be Scribe’s truth. Blow for blow, block for block, we worked ourselves around the ring and back enough times to make a human dizzy, my senses revealing that more than the few trainees were now in attendance. A heel spin brought me into a hi-how-are-ya with Payne's fist just catching the side of my jaw, my head snapping to the side on a growl. Fangs lengthened as I accounted for the change of pace, this time waiting for Payne to move in close enough. Faking a dodge to the side, I ducked low and shot double barreled fists to the female warrior's side. Thank the Scribe I didn't have to be soft. Because I was anything but.] Payne: It was a good feint. Good enough I bought it for a fraction of a second. That fraction was enough that my arm and elbow didn’t make it all the way down into a guard. While one of Wrath’s hammer fists caught my arm, the other introduced itself to my side and lowest rib. The force rocked through me as I braced and took it, and I was fairly sure (though I wasn’t about to stop for a medical exam) that said rib broke. I grit my teeth and stepped in closer. Far be it from me to waste such an opportunity when my opponent was so close. The King had so kindly broken something of mine. Now I was one to return the favor. With both Wrath’s fists otherwise engaged with the hit to my side, his guard was non-existent. The arm that had caught one fist but missed the second shot upward, my fist opening to create a heal-palm strike straight to that royal nose. The irony of that hit was not lost on me either as I ducked out of range and backed up, breathing hard; nose strikes were primarily to incapacitate by removing sight. Hopefully the King could appreciate my humor. Wrath: [The satisfying sound of crunching bone should have been that: satisfying. It was anything but. The ricocheting sound in my mind took me back in time to the Sanctuary when Payne and I sparred that fated night. Add into that little mind tickle the fact I definitely heard a pained gasp. Payne was hardly the kind of female that vocalized her physical pain. Even back then she was, still is, a warrior to be envious of in her voracity to be marked as an equal. Before I could halt the session or bring my hands back up into a defensive stance, the female's strike gave me no time to consider, my head snapping back on a grunt. Payne’s return hit was enough confirmation the female was still on her feet and fully mobile. Warm rivulets ran down my face and dripped off my chin. I stepped back and brought my guard up, focusing on Payne’s labored breathing, which sounded worse by the breath, and ignoring the stars that bounced in my head and threatened a fireworks show of a migraine. Behind it all, I could smell the female’s pain flare wildly in my blood-clouded nose. Time to end this little one-on-one.] Tohrment, give one of our docs a call. I seem to have a geyser that's beyond my ability to staunch. [I made a show of slowly straightening and wiping across my nose, a cue to Payne that it wasn't a ploy this time around, and to save face for her. She didn't need any humiliation so I took it. Fuck the audience. I'm the King. The warm smear quickly went cold on my hand. Well what’daya know, it wasn't stopping. I was fully aware of the subtle whispers flying through the peanut gallery.] “Show’s over, assholes. Get back to your training unless you wanna go a few rounds with me. I don't stop at a little blood.” [Thank fuck for Zsadist. Blunt as fuck, that one. The trainee’s chatter stopped as every one of them got back to what they were doing. I used to have doubts about the male's loyalty, but he earned every right to be where he is.] Payne: I did not flinch as Wrath bled all over the mat. Even though I could feel the accusatorial gazes of the trainees, I didn’t look in their direction. Zsadist snarled and they took off, but not without a few backward glances. “I’d apologise, Sire, but it was rather a good shot.” I manage a smile through the pain of my side, lowering my guard as I stepped closer to stand beside the pair. To fall on my knees and beg forgiveness of Wrath for an injury would only infuriate the male; we fought together because we never held anything back. Much as Zsadist probably wished I did at this point. Wrath was not some elitist to be wrapped in cotton wool, and I was no quivering female to be coddled. It would do the trainees well to remember their ruler may have been blind, but was no less lethal for it. The door to the gym opened. Jane and Ehlena breezed in, and though I knew they were both surprised to find the one injured was in fact the King, they didn’t miss a beat or take pause. Instead they relayed instructions, calm and efficient as they worked to stem the geiser I’d created over that royal face. Wrath: Damn right it was a good shot! [I barked a wheezing laugh and licked at the blood on my lip, my voice sounding like I inhaled helium. Fuck Mickey Mouse.] Fuck, I'm still seeing stars. [Zsadist’s concern was palpable, and so was his ire.] Z, all good my man. Fair hit for hit. [I could hear the acquiescence in his grunt as he turned heel to deal with the trainees. The Brothers knew Payne and I sparred from time to time, and come to think of it none had witnessed it until tonight. The faintest scent of antiseptic filtered in a nano sec before Jane and Ehlena showed up. After briefly letting the female's do their thing, mainly getting the bleeding stopped. Jane's fingers working gingerly to assess the damage, and hey, looky there.. more stars. Face packed within minutes, Jane's order to get me to the PT suite halted my feet.] Payne needs to be looked at. [Which sounded more like “paihn neefs to be loohked aht”.] Payne: I’d been hoping to avoid the doctor’s scrutiny as they’d tended the King, but once he was put together to head to the suite, he made sure to drag me along. Jane rounded on me with that critical gaze, her eyes sweeping me to find the injury when I wasn’t forthcoming with it. I could certainly admire her tenacity. Rather than fight it, I sighed, which hurt, and gingerly lifted my arm to gesture to my side. “Rib,” I said simply. The doc pursed her lips, stepping forward to briefly ghost her hand over my side. Even with the faintest touch I still flinched. Nodding, she tilted her head to let me know I had to follow. Wrath couldn’t even see me, and yet he was looking at me with that look. The one that said ‘I hurt you, you hurt me, now we both go to the infirmary’... “Thankfully you are good company, Sire,” I mutter, shuffling after them all to the door, heading down the hall to the med suite. “Otherwise I might be utterly miffed right now.” Then I smiled. And Wrath was smiling too.

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