#I did very loose research on seashells

[rubydracogirl]

Siren's Treasure

Mermay/Gravity Falls story

Siren!OcXFord Pines and Stan Pines

Rated M just in case. This chapter isn't spicy but later parts probably will be

Part one is here if you missed it

Chapter 2

Shells

Stan was starting to get pissed off as he hauled back another empty line with his bait completely gone.

“Not again!” He hissed as he reset his hook with fresh bait. As he tossed the new line into the water, he settled in his chair, watching closely. He’d be damned if he lost another fish to whatever was taking it.

He’d always enjoyed ocean fishing, though it was certainly a different beast from fishing in the lake in Gravity Falls. 

Often, he had better luck catching fish off the boat then he ever did at that stupid lake-

His rod jerked slightly and he sat up, peering into the water as he pulled back, trying to hook whatever had grabbed onto the bait.

“C’mon, come to papa-” He chuckled as his rod jerked, a sign that he'd caught whatever was there. He let the line go, his excitement growing.

The line went slack, and he began to reel again, only for the fish to fight him, more spirited than ever.

This went on for longer than he would have liked. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he found himself bracing against the side of the boat.

“Ford!” He shouted as he nearly went over the rail. He braced himself and pulled back hard-

All at once, the line went completely slack and he went bowling over, nearly head over heels. 

Luckily for him, Ford broke his fall. Unluckily for them both, the deck broke their collective fall.

“Holy Moses,” Stan groaned, cursing colorfully under his breath as Ford helped him back to his feet. 

“What the-” Stan took a confused look at the end of his line. Attached to the hook was a giant, conical shell. It was a deep, golden brown color with creamy white dots scattered over its glossy surface.. 

“How the devil did you manage that?” Ford asked, impressed as he picked up the giant shell, untangling it from the hook.

“I dunno, I-”

Stan’s bewildered look became a scowl as they both heard a loud splash. Poking her head up from the water was the Siren. And in her mouth was a sizable fish-

“YOU DIRTY THIEF!” Stan shouted, shaking his fist at her as he lurched to the railing, “THAT’S MINE! GIVE IT BACK, YOU FISH FLOOZY!”

She only grinned, making a show of taking a huge bite out of the fish. Stan sputtered in rage, shouting at her as she chewed lazily, staring at him with an unimpressed expression before ducking down under the water.

“That overgrown tuna took my-”

“Stanley, do you know what kind of shell this is?” Ford interrupted.

“Should I?” Stan fumed as he glared at the water.

“It’s a Junonia shell, probably the biggest one I’ve ever seen…” 

“So?” 

Stan was still scowling at the water. The Siren poked her head back up, obviously chewing. He inhaled to yell at her some more, when Ford’s next words struck him.

“These are extremely rare. The biggest ones I’ve seen are less than five inches long and sell for a lot of money. This one’s damn near two feet long and in pristine condition-”

“How much?” Stan whipped around, taking another look at the shell.

“Smaller ones sell for something like fifty to eighty dollars last I was aware. I’m not an expert but I’d guess- hey!”

Stan snatched the shell, looking over it with renewed interest. 

“Just our luck there’s probably something in it-”

But the shell was completely empty.

“More than likely, she ate the creature inside.” Ford mused as he looked back at the water. “I thought perhaps she was following us to scavenge, but maybe not?”

The siren was back, peering at them with a grin. Stan coughed as he held up the shell for her to see.

“You keep bringing me shells like this, you can have any damn fish I hook that you want!” He shouted with a big grin.

She didn’t reply, but she didn’t look confused. Ford’s brow furrowed as he studied her. That had to be a sign she understood English, at least…

So why wasn’t she talking to them?

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In the weeks that followed, Stan collected almost twenty different kinds of shells from the siren. Each time he reeled in his line, there’d be a new seashell waiting, each as rare and beautiful as the first.

Ford was deeply puzzled by the whole thing. The whole time she’d been following them, he had not once heard her sing or speak. The siren he had dated in Gravity Falls had been the exact opposite. She sang often and was a vociferous companion. Ford hadn’t minded; her being chatty was especially helpful for his research.

“Shelly’s late today,” Stan commented, watching his fishing line with pretended disinterest.

“Shelly?”

“Yeah. Y’know, the cute fish lady that’s been hanging around? Can’t keep calling her ‘the siren’. Sounds dumb.”

“Very creative,” Ford replied dryly.

“Alright, smartass, what would you call her?”

Ford took a moment to think, his eyes wandering over the waters before he shook his head.

“She most likely has a name already.”

“She’s not opening up about it if she does. Besides, Shelly’s not a bad nickname.”

Ford huffed in annoyance but reluctantly agreed.

“You’re right, it’s not a bad name.”

“Heh, damn straight.” Stan puffed his chest. “How much d’ya think I’ll get for these shells?”

“Probably depends on where you take them.” 

There was silence for a moment before Stan glanced at his twin. Ford was staring off into space, his brow furrowed.

“What’s eatin’ ya?”

Ford didn’t reply for a moment. The sounds of the water around them permeated the atmosphere as his thoughts percolated.

Stan glanced away and he brightened as he saw his fishing rod bending slightly.

He eagerly began to reel it in…but instead of a shell, there was actually a fish on the line.

Stan frowned for a moment before shrugging.

“I caught our dinner.”

They didn’t see her at all that day.

[violettduchess]

My favorite writer taking requests! I have to ask for Carlo and kiss 8 - dying to see what you come up with!

A/N: Here you go, anon! This took some time but I hope you enjoy it! 💜

Carlo x f! Reader

Word Count: 3106

Today:

How did I get here?

You stare at yourself in the floor-length mirror, taking in the fitted, shimmering green skirt that is supposed to represent a mermaid’s tale, the filmy pale pink and yellow of the material wrapped around your midsection and chest. Your bare shoulders and upper arms have been dusted with pearlescent white powder, your hair held out of your face by small hair pins in the shape of seashells. You look every inch the siren, foreign and mystical and not at all like yourself. 

Behind you, you hear footsteps across the wooden platform, soft muttering in the language of Benitoite and you turn to see Carlo, Prince Silvio’s aide, followed by the twittering costume designer as he approaches to get a look at himself in the mirror. Gone is the solemn man in the plain clothing that skirted the border of being shabby but saved itself through quality of material. His ebony curls have been freshly washed and brushed away from his angular face, his dark blue eyes, the color of the sea at midnight, lined with black kohl. His usual fitted shirt has been replaced by a swashbuckler’s billowy tunic, wide open to reveal a surprising amount of well-muscled chest. Carlo used to work down at the docks before Prince Silvio found him, recognized the flame of intelligence that burned in those dark eyes and plucked him out of one life stained with hardship and into another one of research and service. Fitted black trousers hug shockingly well-formed legs, the calves of which are also covered by knee-high black leather boots. A sword hangs loosely about his hips, drawing far more attention to that area than it should.

He looks up from fussing with the scabbard, seeing you and he stops walking, nearly causing the costume designer to crash into him. With a few chirps she flits from here to there, making minute adjustments now that he is finally standing still, not noticing the way your gazes have locked with one another, the way his throat works as he swallows, trying to fight the sudden dryness. You have stolen his capacity to breathe, to think. How, how will he ever even remember his lines when he has to see you.....looking like that?

You turn away, hand pressed against the thunder of your heartbeat.

How did I get here? 

Yesterday:

In your role as Rhodolite diplomat, King Leon has sent you to many places. You had proven yourself during your time as Belle and he valued your judgment in many matters. He had been especially impressed with the way you had won over his brothers, each and every one of them coming to, if not exactly like you, at the very least respect you. There was no one else he would have been happier to see take on a representative role, your intelligence and kindness and charm qualities befitting an exemplary ambassador. 

You had chosen the gift for the Benitoite royals with care: a first-edition copy of a play by one of Rhodolite’s most famous writers, a tragic love story between a sailor and a mermaid who fell madly in love with one another but whose families were locked in a centuries-long feud that would ultimately lead the sailor to drown in the arms of his lover rather than be apart from her. Leon had chosen this gift as the story is set in what is now Benitoite and hoped it would please the royals.

And it had. Perhaps too much. Silvio, mercurial as he is, had decided he wanted to not just read the play, but actually watch it be performed. When he had been informed that the national thespian troupe was on tour, traveling throughout the Ruby kingdom, he had turned those sharp ocean eyes onto you.

“I’m sure the ambassador is willin’ ta do just about anythin’ to please us. Ain’t that right?”

Alarm bells began tinkling in the back of your mind but you found yourself sitting up straighter at the table, head tilting to one side as you regarded the haughty prince. A smile, much calmer than you felt, touched your lips.

“Of course Prince Silvio.”

He leaned back in his plush chair, necklaces jangling softly as he crossed his arms. Something about the expression on his face made those alarm bells begin chiming even louder.

“Then I say you do it. You can be the mermaid princess and uh....” His gaze scanned the room and landed on the man standing by the doorway, half in a shadow, quietly reading from a small, black leather-bound book. “Carlo!” The man looked up, startled. 

“Yes, your Highness?”

Silvio smiled broadly. “You will play the lovestruck sailor.” He nodded once, pleased with himself. “Arrange for costumes, music, and all that shit. I wanna see the play tomorrow.”

Carlo blinked as he looked around the room, his expression one of bewilderment. The leap from whatever he had been reading to his new reality seemed to have clogged the mechanisms of his brain as he comprehended what had just happened.

“Go on.” Silvio waved a jangly hand carelessly in your direction. “Go meet your lover.”

His gaze jumped from Silvio to you and the question he was asking himself was written plain as day on his face:

How did I get here?

Several hours later you found yourself in the library, which normally would have thrilled you to no end. Except instead of foraging for new literary treasures, you stared at the gift you had brought like it was to blame, while Carlo stared at you, looking a bit like an owl that had been awoken far too early from its slumber and wasn’t quite sure if it was night or day.

Silence filled the room, snaking its way around bookshelves and wrapping you both up in its tendrils, leaving you awkwardly stiff and unable to form words. You had introduced yourselves, fumbling over each other’s sentences, words clumsily knocking into each other, and then you had placed the book on the desk with a loud thump. 

Since then, there was  no sound.

Finally you cleared your throat. “Staring at it isn’t going to help us. It seems Prince Silvio really is expecting us to….perform this.”

Your voice cut the strings that the room’s silence had been holding him hostage with and he sank into the chair across from you, a frown on his surprisingly handsome face.

“I would try and speak to him but I fear if he knew how much neither of us wanted to do this, he would dig his heels in even more and perhaps invite outsiders to witness our….production.”

You found yourself regarding him a moment as he ran a hand through his dark curls. “You really know him well.” Silvio Ricci was not a man that let people close to him. Clearly Carlo was one of the exceptions.

A smile, ephemeral as quicksilver, touched his lips. “Si. He is truly….exceptional in many ways.”

You sensed how there was more underlying his words, an entire iceberg under that small sentiment that poked out from the ocean of his experience with Silvio. But now was not the time….you tore your gaze away from him, clearing your throat as you placed your hands on either side of the book.

“I can edit this…write out the lines of the most important scenes. That way we don’t have to worry about the entire play.”

He nodded, encouraged by your brilliant idea. “Excellent thinking, Signora.”

You glanced at him. “You can use my name.” You added a warm smile, lifting one shoulder with a shrug. “After all, we’re going to be scene partners, aren’t we?”

You didn’t expect the flustered way he ran a hand through his dark curls, a faint dusting of warmth falling across his slanted cheekbones. 

“If…if you insist.” 

Tilting your head, you searched for and caught his gaze, your warm smile still in place. “I do.”

He nodded, rising from his seat to walk over to a desk across the room, kneeling to open a drawer. That smile was fogging his brain and he needed a moment away from its radiant light. You weren’t aware of the effect you were having on him. You were suddenly far more aware of the broad expanse of his shoulders as he crouched, rifling through that drawer and the narrow taper of his waist as he rose back up to full height. Quickly you forced your attention back to the play, opening up to the list of characters, blinking against the swift barrel roll your blood was doing inside your veins. A moment later, Carlo returned, setting several sheets of blank paper and a fountain pen of marbled blue and silver next to you. 

“You can write out our lines here?”

“Yes, perfect. Thank you.” And you got to work, forcing yourself to focus on the familiar play rather than the man who was smiling so openly it made you literally ache to touch his cheek, close to that smile.

Another hour had passed. Outside the sky was readying itself for the night, painting itself in the most striking orange and pink. You were writing madly, lost in your work as you read over the famous play, picking out the most important scenes and transcribing key lines that would keep the story intact but trim away any extras. Carlo peeked over the top of his notebook, his mind distracted from nautical calculations and oceanography notes by…..you. You, lost in the play, mouthing certain lines as you copied them out diligently. And in beautiful handwriting, no less. Especially when compared to his own chicken scratch. You, so focused, trimming the play like a master butcher, carving out the heart of the story from within the many words. He understands that kind of concentration, that singular mindset as you navigate work like a skiff on the water. That was what he told himself anyway, that he was interested in watching you work and not in the way the evening light, spilling in through the library windows, blanketed you in its softness, catching highlights in your hair, the rose of your lips, the brightness of your eyes.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, only that the sound of the fountain pen dropping to the wooden table startled him, his dark sapphire eyes blinking rapidly as he brought his gaze quickly back down to the notebook he had been happy to ignore. 

“There.” 

You slumped back in your chair, shaking out your hand, a grin on your lips. You actually did it and the pride in your accomplishment hung on the curve of your smile. Standing just as suddenly as you let the pen fall, you shoved back your chair and walked around the table to set yourself down next to Carlo. “Let me show you.”

His notebook disappeared into his pocket and he leaned in to where you began explaining the play and the scenes you chose. You spoke quickly, excitedly, as if making up for all the previous silence.

“This scene is where they meet, the handsome, adventurous sailor and the innocent mermaid…..” You went on to explain their instant connection, the fascination they have with one another. But their relationship is dangerous, forbidden by their differences, and when the sailor tries to tell the mermaid they shouldn’t see each other anymore, she responds with a desperate kiss, one of the most romantic, most famous kisses in any drama throughout the lands. 

When you got to this part, he noticed the way you paused, lifting your gaze to meet his and suddenly you were both imagining the same thing: kissing the other person. 

Your gaze dropped to his lips, tracing their shape. He has such a beautiful mouth….He found himself wondering if your lips would feel as soft as they looked. The moment stretched out, the only sounds in the room the knocking of your heart against your breastbone, the audible inhale and shaky exhale of Carlo’s breath.

And then the doors to the library swung open, scattering the moment like sand in a violent breeze.

“There ya are. I’ve been lookin’ all over for you.” Silvio sauntered in, shaking his head, golden earrings swinging with the movement. “You’re still my aide, ya know, Carlo. I ain’t got all night to wait while you two practice your little show.” He stopped walking, taking in the blush spreading across your cheeks and the way Carlo had immediately shoved his chair away from yours. Blue eyes snapped from you to him like taunt sails in the wind and then a slow, wicked smile claimed the prince’s handsome face.

“Looks like I'm interrupted somethin’.”

You sprang to your feet, dipping into a quick curtsy. 

“Prince Silvio. We were just going over the edits to the play I made.”

Silvio cocked his head, moonlight-colored hair falling to one side as he continued to grin. “Yeah I saw.” He paused, considering his next words. “Well I hate to break up ya’ little rehearsal or whatever but I need my man here.”

Carlo nodded, brushing down the front of his shirt. “Of course, your Highness.” He turned to you, not meeting your gaze as he pointed to the papers on the table. “May I borrow these in preparation for tomorrow?”

“Of course,” you answered, the words coming out a touch too fast, stumbling on each other’s heels. “I remember which lines I transcribed. I can study them from the original.”

Amusement has Silvio’s eyes gleaming like coins in the sunlight. The sardonic curve of his mouth told you both how much he was looking forward to whatever happened tomorrow. He turned on his heel, jewelry jangling and snapped his fingers as he strode out of the library, but whether the motion was a signal for Carlo to hurry up or simply a sign of his glee at the situation he had forced you into was unclear.

Carlo started after him, holding the papers you painstakingly wrote carefully to his chest. Suddenly he stopped mid-step, turning to look your way one last time. Your eyes locked and then he gave you a quick bow.

“Until tomorrow.” He glanced up quickly, and then in a softer tone, added your name to the thought. The sound of it coming from his lips, rounded by that accent, sent a flare of warmth from your stomach up through your face. Every nerve in your body felt incandescent and alive. You managed to incline your head in return, hoping he didn’t notice the flush you knew was rolling across your skin.

When the library door closed behind him, you found your legs too shaky to support your weight and you sank back down into the wooden chair, drawing in several deep breaths. 

How did I get here, you wondered, hand pressed against your midsection as if calming the tornado of butterflies that had taken residence within.

And what am I going to do?

Today:

Carlo is a marvel. Never would you have expected the quiet, seemingly shy attendant to step out from behind the red velvet curtains and become the witty, bold sailor who enchants the mermaid princess. He strides across the stage, a new man, shoulders wide as if challenging the world to even try and burden them. Sometimes, as he delivers his lines, you recognize shades of Silvio in the lilt of his voice, the swagger in his movements. Carlo mirrors the Benitoite prince as he brazenly proclaims his love for you, swearing to fight the seven seas themselves if it means he is allowed to be yours. He makes it easy, so very easy, to slip into your role as the lovestruck siren, completely taken by this man, wondering if she could risk everything to be with him.

You’ve arrived at the turning point of the play, the moment when the mermaid princess has had enough of denying her feelings and makes the decision to follow her heart. How does she do this? By interrupting a passionate rant, grabbing handfuls of his shirt and yanking him towards her, stopping the flow of words with a kiss.

Carlo is pacing, his lines flying from his lips, memorized with the same perfection he uses to calculate wind rates and ship speeds. His hands, glinting with golden rings under the bright stage lighting, are as active as his mouth, punctuating his words with gestures, emphasizing his embattled state of being in love and never wanting to wonder what could have been.

And then it feels like a dream, like you really are swimming underwater as you cross the stage to where he is standing, roughly gathering the soft white cloth of his tunic in both hands. You pull him to you, leaning up to press your lips against his.

The ocean roars in your ears the moment they touch. The stage, the gathered audience of royals and nobles, the cavernous ballroom where the performance is taking place, the dazzling stage lights. All of it is swept away, like the sea raking its fingernails over the shore and pulling sand along with it. All you know now is the shape of his mouth as it fits against yours, the feel of his arms as they wrap around you and pull you tightly against the safeguard of his body. It is both electrifyingly new and astonishingly familiar, as if your body already knows something your mind doesn't. His lips part and he seeks entrance to your mouth, brazen as the wind when it plucks at a ship’s sails, snapping them to and fro. There is no resistance. You yield, softening in his arms, relinquishing your hold on his shirt to run your hands down his sides, around his body, palms pressing possessively against the small of his back. You are sinking, down, down, into the taste of his mouth, the heat of his embrace. Still waters run not only deep but hot, full of unexpected fervor and heart-stirring excitement. 

You have no idea how long you kissed, the time it takes a wave to caress the shore once, twice, fifty times. What you do know is when you finally break apart, the audience is motionless, breathless, hanging on the edge of their seats, and in Carlo’s midnight gaze you see truth, burning like the fire of a thousand stars.

In the front row, arms loosely crossed, Silvio Ricci smiles slowly. Knowingly. His instincts had been right and he practically glows with the satisfaction of it all. Benitoite will likely be seeing much more of the Rhodolite ambassador. Che bello.

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[k-e-monroe]

I JUST LIKE LISTENING TO YOU TALK

Prompt Requested By Uri Kane (SoulCry)

“It is said, when one person saves the life of another, that person becomes responsible for the life that has been saved.  It is also said that a deep and strong bond is often formed between those involved in such near-death experiences and more often than not said bond is both life-changing and lasting.”  --Excerpt From A Reply Written By Kimber To Uri

Location: Honolulu, Hawaii

There is much to be said for the light in which a child shines, pure and radiant, and as natural as the sun tacked to a clear blue sky.  It’s both invigorating and refreshing to be around a child, especially one full with an ardor for life. It’s a shame how the world can be so callous and cruel thus forcing the harsh realities of life upon those chaste and innocent.  The corruption, whether slow or swift, a vile and wretched offense. No doubt, it’s an atrocity when one thinks on it. For Kimber, due to the circumstances of her birth and subsequent abandonment by her mother, having been thrown into the foster care system right from the start surely made for a rough and tough beginning in which she was forced to grow up fast.  Even after being adopted by her parents, a couple no less than loving and righteous, the damage had been done and there was no turning back for her.

The maturity acquired at such an early age didn’t hinder her as much as the fears and insecurities she garnered so early on, and even with this having an impact on her overall childhood, she honestly couldn’t complain about her life in the slightest.  Kimber had it better than most. Despite the impediments and lack of relatability to others her age whilst growing up, she managed to adjust and fit in well enough, but always felt like an outcast simply skirting the edge. It wasn’t until she got older and started babysitting for her neighbors that she realized she had a special affinity for children in general and the older she got, the stronger the affinity.  The energy and purity in which they radiate fed into the little bit of virtue she has managed to hold onto all her life--no matter hardship or tragedy. It also tapped into a side of her she was surprised to discover existed, the side gifted by God or whatever other higher power simply for being born a woman--her maternal instinct.

Truth? Kimber was just 21 when she realized one day she would love to be a mother, but with that self-awareness came a great deal of fear and trepidation.  How could she be a mother when her own biological mother was so quick to abandon her at birth? In her mind, for a woman to do that, she surely had to be damaged right down to her core.  What if she passed that onto Kimber? With all the other factors working against, one’s revolving around her origin and WHAT she is exactly, Kimber resolved herself to the opinion and thought that it would be for the best she not ever have children of her own.  Needless to say, this decision settled heavy upon her heart providing a constant pang and fear of a life unfulfilled. By the time she received her doctorate and started working at Horizon’s clinic and freelancing as a Psychologist, she had done well to bury these feelings deep and move on with her life with her career as her primary focus.

It’s odd just how things can change for a person.  How one thing can lead to another then another and another.  It’s like a domino effect. Unfortunate circumstance would lead her to this very point in time in her life--on a private beach in Honolulu in the presence of a little girl named Aniya Kane.  It’s in the presence of this child in particular that her heartstrings are plucked and the remnants of her buried maternal feelings and inclinations resurface. Who knew? Upon arrival Kimber was quick to settle in and take in the island city, basking in all it had to offer.  Life, it was improving for her during this much-needed vacation. However, after nearly a week spent Honolulu, things would certainly take a dramatic turn when a fun and relaxing day at the beach would give way to a near tragedy. As Kimber waded in the warm, frothy ocean, she caught sight of a little girl having been swept up by the current flailing to keep her head above the surface.  Quick to act, Kimber swam to help the child, but by the time she reached her, the ocean had swallowed her whole.

Kimber managed to get her out of the water and with instinct taking over, once on the beach gave the little girl CPR thus saving her life.  After her father Uri arrived, though the girl was then safe, sound and most importantly breathing, Kimber couldn’t bear to leave her side--at least not until a pediatrician checked her out, specifically for any remaining water left in her lungs.  All Kimber could think of was her welfare and the possibility of Secondary Drowning. Who knew it would lead to something so much more? Who knew it would be the one thing she needed in her life at this point in time? WHO KNEW? As Kimber walks along the sandy beach, the sun setting off in the horizon with glowing rays breaking across the cyan surface of the ocean and white-capped waves, she fondly watches as Aniya skips ahead, searching eagerly for seashells for Kimber to take back on her return to New York.  An inevitable outcome and end to this unexpected and eventful trip, and certainly one she isn’t quite ready to accept.

“KIMBER! KIMBER!” The five-year-old Aniya calls out whilst bouncing on the balls of her bare feet.  “LOOK AT WHAT I FOUND!!!” From a small distance, Kimber can see that in her tiny, frail hand she is holding up a large starfish and the smile curling along her pout widens as she picks up her pace, heading straight for her little friend.  

“I think we should call him… PATRICK!” Kimber states with confidence.

“PATRICK!” Aniya exclaims, face beaming as her attention turns back to the starfish and she promptly addresses it. “YOU are PATRICK.”

Chuckling softly, Kimber slips her arm around Aniya’s shoulders affectionately pulling her close as they make their way further down the beach, toward her home and back to her father Uri.  Along the way, Aniya makes up stories and grand tales of Patrick’s adventures at the bottom of the ocean and just how he found his way to the beach. Amusing and adorable, Kimber could listen to the child speak for hours on end, no matter how over the top her stories and fantastical her loosely woven tales.  It’s certainly better than a day spent with patients hearing their woes or sitting in a lecture on the new advancements in Psychological research. It’s odd though, especially when around Uri and Aniya both. From what little Uri has told Kimber about his daughter, more often than not, she is quiet and timid, embodied by her shy nature--a far cry from how she can be at times when with Kimber.  It’s NOT difficult to believe though in the contra, Kimber is well versed in such and it comes as NO surprise that Aniya has connected with her as much as Kimber has herself to the little the girl. Their recent experience demands it.

“Kiiiiiimber! Kiiiimber!” Aniya calls out whilst tugging at Kimber’s linen sundress.  Kimber, honestly caught up in the melody of Aniya’s voice and exuberance of her mood, didn’t quite catch the last thing she said oddly enough.

“Yes Aniya?”  She asks in a soft tone of voice.  

“Tell me a story about Patrick!” The child demands.  

Laughing she shakes her head.  “Right now, I want to HEAR your stories, luv.  They’re far better than mine.”

“WHYYYYY?” Aniya asks in an exaggerated manner.

“I just like listening to you talk.”  Kimber freely admits and with sincerity.  “YOU, lil’ one, tell the BEST stories.”  

“OOOOKAAAAY!” Aniya says, manner and tone once more exaggerated.  “But you gotta tell me a bedtime story tonight!”

Eyeing her with affectionate delight, Kimber nods. “Fair enough. You get one bedtime story.  Well, maybe two, but we will have to see.”  Reaching over, she playfully pinches Aniya’s button nose. The child squeaks and hands Kimber the starfish before hopping from her side in a mad dash toward her island home as it comes into view.  

Upon approach both Aniya and Kimber catch sight of a seemingly annoyed, possibly frustrated Uri standing at the grill on the deck, cooking whatever meat he has planned for their dinner.  It’s somewhat comical to Kimber that this brute, brooding and moody the majority of the time, is standing over a grill whilst wearing an apron and holding large tongs. His intense gaze peering down at the meat, just willing it to cook faster so he could be done with it.  Whatever the case, he is a sight for sore eyes and not simply because she is famished either. The bond she has formed with Aniya, in some ways bonded Kimber and Uri. She did save his daughter’s life and there is much to be said for that fact. Once near the deck and Uri sees them from his peripheral, Aniya picks up her pace and runs to greet her father, flinging herself against his bulky legs.  

“DADDY DADDY! We found a starfish and named it Patrick and I told Kimber stories and she is gonna tell me a bedtime story…and..” An excited Aniya can’t help ramble about their afternoon and all their adventures big and small.  “I just like listening to you talk.”  Kimber thinks silently to herself the words only spoken moments prior.  Once more, she finds herself laughing and as she climbs the stairs of the deck, she catches a glance from Uri.  The tortured soul within just melts away to one much more elated and hopeful in nature when in the presence of his daughter.  She is undoubtedly the light of his life and it’s one of the most precious things Kimber has witnessed. She can relate in some ways, being with Aniya has given her reason to re-evaluate certain things in her life, and truth be told, Kimber can’t recall a time she felt so content.  For a child to inspire such sentiment, a child not her own that she has only known for a short time, it’s miraculous. As Kimber and Uri exchange a glance, Kimber walks on over to father and daughter with starfish in hand. She holds it out to the man and smirks.

“Uri, meet the infamous and legendary PATRICK,” Kimber says, introducing the two for the first time whilst offering a nod of her dark crown. “Patrick, meet Uri.”  Kimber holds Patrick to her ear, her expression ambiguous as she pretends to hear the starfish speak.  All for Aniya’s benefit. “Uri, Patrick says it is a pleasure to meet ya!” The exchange, small and seemingly unimportant, sends Aniya into a fit of joyous giggles and Kimber can’t help follow in suit.  

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Anl’s Commission Part 1

    The five women kept walking down the strange hallway lit by illuminating runes. Strazia, Mary, Isabella, Alex, and Tielie were close together, making sure to stay that way. There was no telling what may happen in strange abandoned ruins. Alex, of course, led the way, with Isabella directly behind her. 

    "Do you really think we should be exploring these kinds of ruins, I mean I have heard horror stories in the past about abandoned ruins and people falling into deadly traps and all." She said. 

Alex blinked her eyes a few times. She knew the dangers that ruins possessed. But of course, if she didn't explore them first, then someone else with a more braver and less thoughtful mindset of how dangerous they were would come and snag them first. "I try to find the ruins first if I don't then my reputation as a mage could falter and people will see me as a mere class act." 

Isabella blinked her eyes curiously, taking in a gulp of air and nodded. They continued in silence for a time, following the strange illuminating light of the glowing runes etched on the walls. But suddenly they came face to face with a massive doorway. Suddenly Alex blinked her eyes, a strange feel rippling through the air. 

    She had looked and noticed that Mary and Tielie were being peculiar together. They were grinding against each other, giggling like school girls. Tielie had her fingers caressing those large breasts that bounced up and down upon Mary's chest. She was giggling as well because Mary apparently was gliding her fingers across her more slender male form. 

     They seemed to be in another world entirely. Unaware of what hey are doing to each other. Mary had a turquoise garment on that was laced with pink and white. Crowned upon her head was a single horn because she was from a rare race that was half unicorn and satyr. She even possessed the goat-like legs! 

     When Mary ground herself against Tielie, it made the two of them moan. She had felt her fingers glide downward upon Tielie's back. "Hm, you like that my little bitch doesn't you, you love it when my cold fingers caress your bare skin hm?" She inquired. 

  The young girl moaned in response, her body quivers. "Hm yes, oh gods yes I love it." She said panting and squirming. She ground her slender young body against the big breasted Mary. She had reached for her and grasped that horn of hers and tugged her down. She leaned forward and kissed her.

    The two women kissed each other, while they kissed she grasped the woman's blouse and yanked it down, revealing her large succulent tits. Mary had smirked wide and slunk her hands down Tielie's back. She grasped the edge of her white small panties that were rather tight against the woman's groin. She grabbed them and tugged hard. 

   She soon let loose and SMACK! The panties went against Tielie's flesh. Tielie's familiar pet Sparkle was sniffing at her mistress, curious as to what she was doing with the other woman before her. She barked and nipped at her curiously. 

   Tielie directed her attention toward her little familiar. She smirked and chuckled and picked her up, and then squeezed the vulpine candid between the two of them, causing her to squeak and groan when the two female bodies collided with each other. 

   "Yeah, that little bitch canine of yours is just as slutty as you, isn't she Tiele?" Mary inquired grunting slightly as she felt the soft fur of the fox critter rub against her fingers. Mary watched Tiele slip a finger in between the fox's tight pussy, spreading her entrance open nice and wide. 

    Suddenly ZAP! A bolt of lightning zapped between the three. They woke from their strange trance and they shook their heads. "Ahem." Isabella's voice came, her arms crossed over her chest. "Enough with these shenanigans, I have no idea what is going on between you two, but we have a mysterious ruin to explore." 

     The young women blinked their eyes several times, before regaining composure and getting their clothes back on. Tiele cleared her throat and then walked behind Mary and they all got back in line and began to walk toward the mysterious door before them. It was made of black stone and had strange etchings on it. 

     At the door's center were a set of two indentions into the stone. The indentations looked big enough to be a pair of women's breasts, they were also very round and smooth as well. "Well, this looks interesting," Isabella remarked as she walked toward the door. She placed a finger inside one of the indentions of the stone. "Seems like back then women put their breasts in these and opened these doors to whatever shrine may reside inside." 

    "How do you know that?" Alex inquired, knowing Isabella is more of a warrior chick rather than a researcher. The woman merely shrugged, wings twitching behind her slightly. She spoke with a gentle tone to her voice. 

    "I found a book in the library, did some reading and saw an illustration with something similar like this." She said nodding her head. "Now, if I remember right, the breasts had to be of accurate size compared to the woman that had made them before." She said. She looked at the four girls before her, and then at herself. 

    She prided herself in obtaining a rather large breast size. When she looked back at the indentions she noticed that they seemed to measure about right. So she volunteered herself to attempt the first door. But she was still at a loss as to whom should try the second door. She looked between Tiele, Mary, Alex, and Strazia the Mermaid. 

     Strazia had nice plump tits that hung rather low to her chest. She carried with her a trident that was a long staff with a three-pronged fork. She also had only but two sea shells that clasped around both breasts to serve as a bra. Her outfit consisted of a feathery Tootoo of sorts that wrapped around her waist and was clasped by a jeweled created belt. 

     She barked an order. "Strazia, get your ass over here." She said. The young mermaid gulped nervously and slipped toward Isabella by pushing her tail fin against the ground and using her serpent-like body to slither across the floor. She had reached her and looked at her curiously, wondering what she could want. 

    "We are going to put our breasts in those indentations in the walls, and see if our size is accurate compared to the women who made those breast indentations many years ago." She said. "Are you prepared for this?" She inquired. 

   The mermaid nodded her head. She began to unclasp her seashell breastplate and took it off. She watched Isabella do the same. Isabella had more armor of course. She obtained a thick breastplate that was made of dense metal. Plus she had to unclasp the plate from behind her back, which was lost in a series of feathers from her two large wings. 

    She dug around trying to find the clasp. When at last she found it she unclasped the clasp and the plates came undone. She also began to work in undoing her shoulder plates as well so she was merely fully exposed. The two of them were now prepped to attempt in opening the door. 

    The two of them walked close toward the massive door, nervous at first. They took deep breaths, relaxing their bodies and observed how the breast indentions looked. It would appear that the two women had to lean forward in order to press their tits inside the stone. So they did so and took deep breaths. 

    "On my count." Isabella began. "One, two, three." She slit her large breasts inside, snug and smooth the stone indentions were. It sent a cold shiver down her spine for it was in fact rather cold stone. They seemed to be fitting perfectly thus as far, she looked toward Starzia. 

    She had leaned forward as well, her large plump titties also fitting in nicely into the breast indentations. Suddenly something began to happen. A strange sensation overcame her and she let out a soft and unexplained moan of pleasure. There was something inside the indentations that was teasing her large breasts. It felt silky and smooth. 

     Isabella apparently felt the same thing, for she too was reacting in the same manner as well. She shivered and groaned deeply as she pressed her body forward into the indentions, body shivering. The two of them kept this up. Meanwhile, Mary and Tielie were observing the two moaning figures. They had walked toward their fine asses that were presented to them in the open. 

     Despite the fact that Strazia was part fish, she still obtained her lady parts. When Mary reached for that Tootoo undergarment that wrapped around the mermaid's waist, she yanked them off quickly to reveal both of her entrances. She smirked wide,  unsure what was overcoming her. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the scaly rosebud entrance of Strazia. 

    Tiele was also prepared to do the same with Isabella. She had in fact taken apart all the clasps and undid the woman's garments to reveal that fine plump ass that now jiggled in front of her. Whatever was happening to her tits in the indentions she apparently was enjoying very much. She smirked wide and spread both plump cheeks apart, revealing both her entrances. 

     She looked at her little familiar before her and grinned. She seemed eager to be a part of the scene as well. She picked up the vulpine and then set her in front of Isabella's entrance. That long canine tongue soon began to lap over at the rosebud entrance of the majestic woman that was moaning more and more with each pleasure she was given. 

    Mary's tongue was also deep inside of Strazia's gaping rosebud. She had enjoyed the taste so much that she could not get enough of it. And all this time, Alex was watching and observing the strange scene before her. Unsure how to react as to what was going on with her girls. She knew that these ruins had strange mysterious powers. 

    But the power of sexual manipulation? That was a new one on her part. She observed and watched the four women and familiar get it on. Thier tongues wriggling inside the gaping entrances of the two women that were still entrapped inside the breast locks. Suddenly the doorway before them began to quiver. 

   The women had seemed to snap out of their sexual phase yet again and backed away from the doors. They slid open, stone grinding against the stone and soon when they at last opened. It revealed what lay before them. Darkness, a pitch that was so thick one can't see a thing. The women had taken a moment to regather their thoughts and clasp their breastplates back together. 

    Alex stepped forward and observed the strange wall of darkness that resided before them. She took a deep breath and pulled out her wand. She flicked it once and sent a burst of light that shot forward into the pitch. The light illuminated it for a moment. Then the burst of light shot apart into several different directions. 

     The lights soon ignited torches that clung to stone walls, illuminating the darkness that soon faded with each light that burst to life. The kindling flames cracked and snapped and revealed a massive pillar that centered itself in the strange chamber. The pillar itself had mirrors implanted on them, strange dark mirrors. The five women stepped forth to investigate these strange reflectors. 

   "For some reason, I knew coming to this area was a bad idea," Isabella said as they approached the strange mirrors. "Something is odd about this place, and I should know." She said looking toward Mary and Tiele's direction. They continued further and further toward the strange pillar of mirrors. Alex stopped them. 

    "I"ll investigate this." She said. "I have heard about mirrors before in my studies, I'm sure that these mirrors are enchanted in someway to be organized like this." She began to approach one mirror in particular and observe its features. The mirror was nice and thick, and it had a very nice reflection of herself standing there perfectly still. 

    She looked att the mirror's frame. It had strange engravings upon it, the same runes that they had seen in the entrance hall glowed about it. There was a strange aura that the mirror produced that it sent shivers down her spine. Suddenly she saw something in her reflection, the woman before her that was her duplicate seemed to wink. 

 She looked at herself again, making sure that she wasn't just seeing things. Again the other eye winked at her. She gasped, but her reflection didn't. In fact, her reflection stood perfectly still and looked at her other half. She soon began to rub her large breasts together, making them jiggle. "Stop that!" She ordered her reflection. But it didn't seem to work. 

    The reflection of herself soon began to undo her robes, revealing her thick breasts and began to continue rubbing them together. She soon lifted them upward and began to kiss and lick them. She gasped and moaned in the process. Alex was not really sure what was going on, but she found herself doing the same. 

    She had removed her robe, letting it drop down. Her large breasts were now in the open air. Her skin prickled with the cold and dampness of the ruins. She had kept licking herself, moaning and grunting. The reflection smirked and watched her. "Yeah, you enjoy that don't you slutty little bitch, you love the taste of your own nipples?" 

    The woman nodded, her tongue lathering her breast in her saliva as she kept sucking and nursing at it gently. She pulled her breast away and gasped. Wondering what she was doing. She soon saw her reflection had returned to normal. She blinked in confusion seeing that she was naked. She quickly grabbed her robes and slipped them back on. She looked at the others and suddenly a loud sound caught all their attention. 

   "I'll investigate!" Isabella said stepping forth toward the strange noise. She looked about curiously, wondering where it had come from. Suddenly a final bang was issued and she finally found out where the noise had come from. She had seen an open entrance, a new doorway had formed somehow. "Its okay, its a doorway!" She called out.      

     Tiele, Mary, Sparkle, Strazia, and Alex soon followed behind Isabella in hot pursuit toward the mysterious door, thus leaving the mirrors behind to be investigated later. They crept forward into the strange new entrance, and soon found themselves on again in darkness. They stood still, very still. 

   Suddenly there was something touching Mary that made her squirm and freak out. "Oh my gosh, something is touching me!" She cried, her voice echoed. Suddenly more light came about, filling the darkness. Surrounding the five women were shimmering crystals. Thick and beautiful they were. They clung to the walls in various clusters. 

    Suddenly Mary had found out what was touching her. It was, in fact, one of the many crystals. It seemed to be alive! It was sniffing at her ankles and slithered around her like a serpent. Soon it grabbed at one of her ankles and yanked at it. She gasped and lost balance and soon fell to the floor. 

    Strazia gasped as well, feeling something probing and touching her as well. She shivered and growled, grabbing at her trident she bashed it. The crystal that was touching her made contact with her staff. The crystal soon shattered into pieces and suddenly more crystals came forth and wrapped around her waist and tailfin. They held her fast as then another came forth toward her mouth. 

    She gasped and squirmed to fight for freedom. The other crystals did the same to her friends. Wrapping themselves around their wrists and ankles and holding them fast to the ground. The crystals were already working on removing their clothes, making sure the women were bare and naked. 

    One by one the women lost their clothes and were now naked and bare. They squirmed and grunted as the crystals investigated their captives. The crystal that withheld Isabella was stuffing itself in between her breasts, making her moan and squirm slightly. 

    The crystal was enjoying the feel of her tight breasts clinging onto its rubber-like surface. It kept burying itself in between them and loved hearing her grunt. Suddenly a strange voice came from the crystal. "The little bitchy warrior likes that doesn't she?" For some reason, each crystal had a voice of their own. A voice that only the females that they occupied could hear. 

    Isabella grunted and squirmed. "Who...what are you?" She inquired. Suddenly the crystal lifted upward and shoved itself deep into her gaping maw. She gasped and moaned. Her fingers reach forth and grasped the crystal like it was a thick cock stuffing into her mouth.

    Suddenly and unexpectedly, another burst of light shot from Alex's wand, and things went back to normal. Isabella blinked her eyes several times, and the crystal dildos had returned to their normal states, being just plain ordinary crystals. The five companions soon decided to continue onward toward the next destination. 

    By the time they had reached another doorway, they noticed several signs that were pointing to it. "KEEP OUT" They read. "DO NOT ENTER" another read. The five companions blinked their eyes again at these notices. Isabella was the first to speak. 

   "Perhaps we should heed these warnings, after all the shenanigans that are going on between us girls, I think this place has a thing for us, the last thing we need though is to go in a room that actually has kept out signs." She crossed her arms over her large breasts and huffed, wings twitching. 

    Alex looked at Isabella for a moment, nodding her head. "Truthfully I'm with her." She said. "Maybe we should go back and get out while we can." She looked toward her other friends, who stared at her for a moment. It was Mary's turn to speak. 

    Mary looked at Alex and Isabella. "I don't care what those signs say, for some reason, I want to go inside anyway!" She said. She soon rushed forward toward the doorway, her hands reached out to grasp the doorknob. But she was soon stopped. Isabella had gripped the horned woman's wrist and stared at her. "If anyone is going in, I"m going in." 

    She had said with that firm bossy lady tone of voice. She grabbed the knob, twisted it and shoved the door open. It let out a loud creaking sound and she pushed herself forward. Again they were met with nothing but darkness, no light whatsoever. The five pushed their way inside, and they all were soon in a large pile onto each other. 

      Isabella was the only one standing there, her wings flicking back behind her as she took deep breaths. Her body still for a moment when a loud sound boomed out before her. "GET OUT!" She held her breath and suddenly PING! A loud sound broke the silence after the strange voice. 

    The woman blinked for a moment,  a tingling sensation overcoming her. Her breath had begun to pick up, she felt her wings stretching forward. Growing longer and longer the wings soon wrapped over her form. They began to unclasp her breastplate, the large bit of metal clanging to the floor. She exhaled sharply, unsure what was going on. 

    Her wings kept groping her, every inch of her. Her feathers caressed her large massive breasts, making them wriggle and jiggle about. She moaned softly when one of the feathers began to tickle her erect nipples. She shivered and cried out in pleasure, odd pleasure indeed. 

   The feathers kept exploring her, undoing any armor that she still had on. Soon she was completely naked, nothing left. She wriggled about in her own soft feathers that seemed to have developed a mind of their own. She felt the tips of her right wings began to rub her rosebud entrance. It caused Goosebumps to appear all over her skin. Her hair was standing on end. 

    Tielie grunted slightly, unaware as to what was going on with her friends, nor Isabella. But suddenly another loud PING sound filled the air. The monkey girl's tail went straight up into the air, and she shifted about anxiously. Her dress began to expand. The fabric soon began to become streamers of thick ribbons that snaked their way out from under her. 

    Suddenly her familiar Vulpine pet Sparkle also was wearing a strange dress that had thousands of ribbons extending out from her new outfit. The vulpine fox and monkey girl soon were pressed together. The ribbons of fabric had snaked themselves around the both of them and were soon rubbing against each other. 

     Tiele moaned and her body quivered as she felt the dress she wore hug and caress her body. The ribbons glided themselves down her blouse and into her tits. They began to shake and jiggle them about. She also felt ribbons grinding against her plump ass cheeks as well, and poor Sparkle. 

    Sparkle had her legs pulled open, her rosebud was being teased by a tube like a ribbon. The ribbon pushed against her rosebud entrance, making the vulpine moan and squeal in delight. The ribbons kept caressing the two women, grinding on every inch of their bodies as they possibly can. 

    Strazia the mermaid woke up finally. She found herself in a strange tank full of water. She wasn't able to get out, but it felt nice to be in the water again. Even if the water wasn't as clean as she'd like it to be. She looked at her, wondering where she was. She saw Tiele and Sparkle be wrapped up in a bundle of fabric, being pleasured. 

     She sighed and noticed that the feathered Isabelle was being pleasured by her own wings, and she was butt-ass naked. She blinked her eyes when she began to feel strange nibbles about her entrances. She looked around, wondering what it was. She gasped when her rosebud hole was soon filled by something. 

    She squirmed and wriggled at the feeling of the wriggly thing inside of her now. It stretched inside of her pussy and it made her moan and arch her back. Water sloshed in and out of the tank due to results of her flailing. She was panting and moaning. That was when she, at last, realized that she too was naked as well, no armor nor fabric that held onto her body. 

     Suddenly she saw a fish swim by her, it had swum up to her anal entrance and began to push its way inside of her. She moaned and tried to keep herself closed, not permitting the fish entrance. But the fish was headstrong, it swam all the way back and pushed itself forward. She gasped, anal entrance agape now and the fish swam right inside her. 

     The mermaid wriggled about, gasping and moaning like the little bitch she was. Fish extied and entered her pussy and anal entrance, leaving them both gaping as if dicks had invaded her. She felt strange seaweed soon reach up and begin to grope her groin. She wriggled about, trying to free herself. 

    The seaweed however had a very girm grip against her form. The tips of the wet seaweed soon reached forward and began to grasp at her large tits and grope and caress them gently.