#lakeside lightning

[guguseti]

Keanu Pinder, un australiano para el Fuenlabrada

El otro día hablábamos sobre el australiano Wil Magnay, último refuerzo del Obradoiro, y hoy nos vamos a ir a Fuenlabrada, porque el equipo de la comunidad de Madrid también está reforzándose de cara a la segunda vuelta de la competición, en concreto vamos a hablar de su último fichaje interior, Keanu Pinder, que curiosamente, también es australiano. Biografía de Keanu Pinder Keanu Pinder es un…

[garthglaz]

Pixel Weather, "October Showers Over Muskegon Beach"

I wanted that unique amber light of early October. This concept has been hanging around my studio since March. Originally comped up in Photoshop for a physical painting, the painting did not gel and never was finished. Then, the first attempt at a digital artwork stalled. Finally, I came back to it this week. It has morphed as I worked to define areas creating as much a fantasy work as a representation of the actual place.

[thelakesidelife]

Such a change… a gorgeous day after a very stormy night. (The 2nd photos show one lightning strike in procession - the light those things put out! 😮🤯⚡️) 〰️〰️⛈🌤〰️〰️ “What a difference a few hours makes. Morning bright and breezy after weathering one of the strongest storms we have been through in recent memory.” - 📷 @johnny_2_stroke 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ #smithlakeview #smithlakeweather #spotsonsmith #duncanbridge #nature #storm #lightning #thunder #thunderstorm #alabama #alabamalakes #smithlakecommunity #smithlakesocial #lakeliving #lakeside #lewissmithlake #lifeonthelake #lifeonsmithlake #livinglakelife #livelifelakeside #visitsmithlake #smithlake #smithlakealabama #smithlakeal #smithlakepix #smithlakelife #smithlakemagazine #thelakesidelifemagazine #thelakesidelife (at Lewis Smith Lake) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClmRdIMvxRb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[ncrthernl1ghts]

" ARE YOU NUTS, sweetheart? " wind howls as stanley approaches the woman by the lakeside, practically shouting over the gusts as the sky darkens, " can't you see that storm coming in? you don't want to be here when the lightning starts. " normally, he wouldn't bother, but the kids in his backseat & their big sad eyes convinced him to intervene. even now, he can perfectly picture dipper & mabel pressed against the back windows, eyes wide, brows knitted.

@intothewildsea // s.c. // stan pines

[clemswalkietalkie]

My late submission for @tes-summer-fest ! August 6th-beloved or and ritual

My Last Dragonborn, Faustina, lays by the campfire with her wife, (butch!)Brynjolf while on the way home to Lakeside Manor after checking in on the Thieves Guild in Riften. The journey is long, but they’ve grown accustomed to it, so they’ve learned the best places to set up camp for the night. On warm nights at home, they will also sleep outside with a campfire to hear the trees rustling and watch the lightning bugs flicker. Rest is easy like this.

[first-blight]

tagged by @shadowcursedballs 🫶🏻 thank you!!!!

OCs as obscure associations: Rhidian (they/them)

Animal: rabbit

Colours: leafy green, golden

Month: april

Songs: (only a handful of way too many)

something wicked - starset [and it gnawed / rose to the top again / back like a long-lost friend / a wretch that i can't defend]

in my head - derivakat [keep your distance / they say i'm a traitor but i can't remember]

me, myself & hyde - ice nine kills [i'm waging war on myself, a captive casualty]

altar - machineheart [i've got a heart full of sorrow, chest that feels hollow / and i know i need someone to save me]

Number: 999 - angel number meaning to let go of or to complete something, so something new can begin

Plants: lavender, thistles, stinging nettle

Smells: grass, campfire, cedars, iron

Gemstone: emerald

Time of Day: the first moments of dawn

Season: early spring. the chill of winter is slowly fading, new flowers start to bloom

Weather: cloudy and foggy, a stillness in the air; also thunderstorms

Sky: dark blue-grey, speckled with the last starts of the night, before the sun drowns them out

Places: lakesides; transitory spaces, town squares and roads

Food: stew from the campfire

Drinks: herbal teas for sleep (lavender, valerian, chamomile, etc.); a simple glass of water

Seasonings: sage, chives (if herbs count...)

Element: not sure if it counts but i'm going with lightning... chemical element would simply be iridium

Astrological Signs: capricorn, taurus (based on shallow google searches)

Magical Power: lay on hands, minor healing spells; shocking grasp, call lightning

Weapons: spellcasting staff, shadow dagger

Social Media: not applicable. pigeon carriers. the local town board.

Makeup Product: green eyeshadow

Candy: cough drops

Method of long distance travel: horse, probably

Art Style: impressionism

Fear: touch, abandonment

Mythological Creature: phoenix, ouroboros

Piece of Stationery: inkpot

Three Emojis: 🌱🌩️🌅

Celestial Body: neutron star (the collapsed core of a massive star; aftermath of a supernova, compressed past the density of a white dwarf [x])

if you feel like doing it (and if you haven't already done it, or need an excuse to do it for another oc etc.), i'm tagging @reapersynth, @strixhaven, @vanoefucks, @spiderslyre & @meowstarion 🫶🏻

[gravityfallsweirdgirl]

DARKWING IN: LA Llorona

In Darkwing's hideout, shrouded in shadows. The air is tense. Darkwing and Gosalyn face each other, the atmosphere thick with conflict.

"Gosalyn, this has to stop. You can't keep putting yourself in danger" darkwing says.

Gosalyn's voice was trembling with emotions, "I'm not a kid, Darkwing! I can help you. I want to help you!"

"It's not about what you want! I can't focus if I'm worried about you getting hurt"

"So, what? You're sending me away?"

"Yes. It's for your own good. You need to be safe" darkwing sighs heavily, looking away.

"I don't belong in an orphanage! I belong with you!" Gosayln says furiously.

"Not anymore" Darkwing was cold.

At the orphanage. The walls seem to close in, oppressive and unwelcoming. Mrs. Crumple, the cruel caregiver, a Cassowary glares at Gosalyn as she enters.

"Welcome to back, troublemaker. Follow the rules, and you might survive"

"I won't stay here long"

She was leaning in, her breath cold, "We'll see about that"

Over the past few days, after Drake aka Darkwing abandoned Gosalyn, she sneaks out of the orphanage, running through the dark forest.

She reaches a secluded lake, collapsing at the water's edge, sobbing.

"How could he do this to me?" Gosayln sobbed.

The water ripples, and a mist rises. But a A ghostly legend, figure shadow appears dark eyes staring from the reflection of the lake. A woman in a white dress.

a figure from Latin American folklore. According to legend, she is a ghostly apparition of a woman who roams near bodies of water, weeping for her lost children. The myth of a weeping women.

The legendary La Llorona, she emerges, her eyes filled with sorrow, she saw pain in gosayln

She slowly pulls out of the lake, her boney cold fingers touched gosayln shoulder.

"AH!" She gets startled, but too upset to care when she looks up at La Llorona who whispered to her.

"Who... who are you?"

La Llorona kneeling beside her, whispering, "what's wrong? My hero... he sent me away. He thinks I'm a burden. I thought he cared enough to adopt me but I guess I was wrong"

La Llorona gently brushes gosayln hair back whispering.

Gosayln smiles at her, "thank you for listening to me...what's that? You know what it's like...you had children of your own? What happened to them?....they died...oh I'm so sorry how did they died?....they were drowned, just be hard, you know I lost my grandfather to a bad man"

Over several more days, gosayln would always head back to The lakeside, to visit her new friend and mother figure.

After several nights later. Gosalyn sits by the water, speaking animatedly to La Llorona, who listens intently.

"And then I said, "You call that a trap? I've seen better from kindergarteners!.....I wish Darkwing could see that. Maybe then he wouldn't have sent me away. Thanks, La Llorona. You're the best friend I've had in a long time. What's that? I'm the daughter you wish you could have had. That's so sweet, well I guess I should get back now before Ms crumple gets mad and punished me again I swear she needs to stop being so mean, I wish someone would teach her a lesson"

But La Llorona is a dangerous ghost when it comes to children, at The orphanage. Mrs. Crumple is harsher than ever, berating Gosalyn as she scrubs the floor.

"You're not working fast enough, girl! Do you want to skip dinner again?"

"I'm going as fast as I can!"

Mrs. Crumple grabbing Gosalyn's arm roughly, "Don't you talk back to me! You'll learn your place soon enough"

It was raining outside when La Llorona saw how gosayln was being treated, she gets furious.

Later that night, by the lake. La Llorona steps out of the lake and heads to the orphanage when she sees Gosalyn.

As everyone heads to their room, gosayln saw La Llorona.

"La Llorona!" She whispered and hugs the ghost, "I'm so glad you're here, She's so mean, La Llorona. I don't know how much more I can take"

The next night, A dark, stormy night. The orphanage sits ominously against the backdrop of rolling thunder and flashes of lightning. Inside, Gosalyn lies in her bed, staring at the ceiling, the oppressive silence broken only by the occasional drip of rainwater through a crack in the roof.

"I can't stay here anymore... I have to leave"

Suddenly, a cold breeze sweeps through the room, extinguishing the single flickering candle by her bedside. The room plunges into darkness, and the temperature drops sharply. Gosalyn pulls her blanket tighter, eyes wide with fear.

La Llorona's Voice softly, echoing, "Gosalyn... niña..." Gosalyn sits up abruptly, heart pounding.

"La Llorona? Is that you?"

A misty figure materializes at the foot of her bed, La Llorona's sorrowful eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

The hallway outside Gosalyn's room. Mrs. Crumple walks down the darkened corridor, muttering to herself about the troublemaker she has to deal with. She hears a distant, haunting wail echoing through the halls.

"What now? Who's making that racket?"

The wail grows louder, more intense, reverberating off the walls. The air grows colder with each step she takes.

Then A gust of icy wind blasts through the corridor, knocking Mrs. Crumple off her feet. She scrambles to get up, panic setting in as she realizes she is not alone.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

Darkwing's hideout. He's looking at news footage of the recent attack he thwarted, realizing Gosalyn's warnings were accurate.

"She was right. I've made a terrible mistake. I have to make things right" darkwing says to himself.

In Gosalyn's room. La Llorona stands beside Gosalyn, her spectral form now more defined, her expression one of determined anger.

The hallway. Mrs. Crumple stumbles to her feet, her breath visible in the cold air. Shadows move along the walls, and the wailing grows unbearably loud. Suddenly, La Llorona appears before her, her eyes burning with fury.

"What are you? Stay away from me!"

La Llorona raises her hand, and the shadows around Mrs. Crumple come to life, wrapping around her limbs, holding her in place. She struggles, but the grip tightens, making her scream in terror.

"Let me go! Please!" Ms crumple cried.

Gosayln hears Mrs. Crumple's screams echoing through the halls, fear gripping her heart. She stands at the door, hesitating.

"La Llorona, what are you doing?" Gosayln watched.

The shadows lift Mrs. Crumple into the air, her screams piercing the night. La Llorona steps closer, her face inches from Mrs. Crumple's.

A sudden explosion of force sends Mrs. Crumple crashing into a gas lamp, which topples over, igniting the curtains. Flames quickly spread through the hall, the heat intensifying.

The orphanage, now ablaze. Darkwing arrives, seeing the flames engulfing the building.

seeing the building engulfed in flames. He rushes in, calling out for Gosalyn.

"Gosalyn! Where are you?"

"Gosalyn! I'm coming!"

In Gosalyn's room. Smoke begins to fill the room, and Gosalyn coughs, trying to stay low. She gets scared and she hears Darkwing's voice faintly over the roar of the flames.

"Darkwing!"

"Gosayln!"

"DARKWING!"

He finally finds her but the building started to collapse splitting apart.

"Gosayln come on grab my hand" he reachers out for her but then....

Gosayln looks back as if someone was calling her, "gosayln what are doing come on"

But she leaves, "gosayln don't"

He jumps and he sees her looking up at someone, he ran and as some debris collapsed.

"Gosayln! I'm coming" desperately. He pushes through and He finds Gosalyn unconscious on the floor, the fire closing in around her. He grabs her and carries her out just as the building starts to collapse.

"Hold on, Gosalyn. I've got you"

Outside the orphanage. Darkwing carries Gosalyn out just as the building starts to collapse. They tumble onto the grass, gasping for air. Gosalyn loses consciousness as Darkwing holds her, tears streaming down his face.

The hospital. Drake sits by Gosalyn's bed, guilt and worry etched on his face.

"I'm so sorry, Gosalyn. I should have never sent you away"

Gosalyn stirs, her eyes opening slowly. But something is different. She stares blankly at Darkwing, not speaking.

"She's conscious, but... she seems different. We'll need to monitor her closely"

"I'll take care of her. I'm not leaving her side again"

"Gosalyn, I'm here for you. I'm going to adopt you officially. We're going to get through this together"

Gosalyn doesn't respond, her gaze unchanging. Darkwing embraces her, vowing to be the protector and father she needs, despite the eerie silence that now surrounds her.

The lakeside. La Llorona watches from the shadows as Darkwing finalizes the adoption process. Her ghostly form flickers with rage.

"He thinks he can take you from me? No. You are mine, niña. I will get you back, no matter the cost"

In that hospital room, later that night. Gosalyn lies in bed, her eyes flickering with a ghostly light. La Llorona's voice echoes faintly in the room.

Gosalyn's expression remains blank, but a single tear falls, hinting at the internal struggle within her. Darkwing watches over her, unaware of the spirit that now resides within his daughter.

[littlelostmabari]

WIP Wednesday

I love my darlings so much, look at all the trauma I give them! 😄

(Dividers by cafekitsune)

"Touch of Darkness"

(Soulmates AU, Gale x Named f!Tav : in progress) Check out the story on AO3! (Rating: M)

And again he was still thinking about the orb, and not of his Irra… should she look at him now and find him anything more than his failures. It was a crime of the highest order that this creature was still breathing, that the cretin that Gale of Waterdeep had become was still sullying the world with his continued existence. It was right that Mystra had called upon him to use what was left of her Chosen to end the Absolute — it would be penance and punishment. Karma. This mortal shell was better spent as a death in service of the greater good. Irra would be safe. At least he would no longer contaminate the ground she walked with Netherese foolishness and the hubris of a man who reached for the moon and landed, broken, on his back staring up at all the stars out of reach.  The decision was an easy one, the admission of it far less so. He thought back to the touch at the lakeside, where the brushing of his lips against bruised and bloodied knuckles had been his undoing. He thought of the sharp and the sour that flooded his tongue as her lightning gathered above Elminster and the camp. The conversation played through his head, and the convincing it would take for him to survive his Irra long enough to die for her.

"One of the Good Ones"

(DA2/DAI : Cullen x OC : in progress) Check out the story on AO3! (Rating: M)

“I don’t know what you want me to tell you, Witch.” She grimaced at the lack of her name. “You have broken into the office of the second highest ranking member of the Templar Order. That alone would have earned you a flogging and penance in the stocks for a tenday at the minimum. But I have the strictest orders from my commanding officer to capture and sequester you for the Knight-Commander of the Kirkwall Circle to interrogate, at which point you will be made Tranquil for possessing magic beyond the control of the Templar Order.” His face was hidden from her now, pressed as his chin was against his chest. “The sentence has already been passed.”  Saoirse realized the ringing in her ears after the room filled with silence was her heartbeat. Her stomach was simultaneously in her throat and had dropped out the window somewhere below her.  “A death sentence for being different,” she whispered.

[link-posting]

A Beetle for Beedle

Beetle’s footsteps fell heavy under the weight of his beetle pack. The pack was large, packed full of Hylia-knows-what. It was anyone’s guess how he was able to carry it, let alone how he could fit everything in it. But, he was a beloved traveling merchant so most people simply didn’t question it. Some of the less-frequent stable visitors sent him odd looks now and then, but those who frequented the stable network were used to his… peculiarities.

Among them, one particular stable-goer was particularly good friends with him: a certain young, blonde-haired Hylian. Their paths crossed constantly- each one curious as to how the other reached the other stables so quickly. Oh well, everyone had their secrets.

Said young Hylian was currently jogging down the road towards the merchant, one hand clutched to his chest, the other waving over his head. He had a bright smile, looking excited to see his friend. He called out his name just as Beedle turned toward the entrance of Lakeside Stable. It was still early in the night, not quite 10pm, but most of the patrons of the stable had already headed inside for the night. Beedle paused where he stood, waving to the other.

“Hello, Link!” he called back, wondering what he was holding to his chest.

Link jogged up, bouncing a little on his feet as he stopped in front of Beedle. “I brought you something!” he said, absolutely beaming. Before Beedle could ask what, he held out his hand, carefully uncurling his fingers just enough for Beedle to see what he was holding.

Beedle gasped and let out an excited ��Yahoo!”, his eyes lighting up. “An energetic rhino beetle! You don’t see those very often!” he spilled out, reaching out for the insect.

Link passed it over to him, careful not to hurt the small creature or accidentally let him loose. Beedle pulled out a small jar to put it in, capping it off with a cork. Beedle thanked him again, offering to trade an elixir for it, but Link shook his head. “It’s okay! I don’t need anything in return,” he insisted.

The pair walked into Lakeside Stable together, Link waving a hello to the stablemaster, Anly. Just as he was about to offer to cook for the patrons and stable workers, a loud crack filled the air. Link could feel the electricity in the air just before lightning struck outside the stable. Oh well, such was life in the rainforest. Instead, Link headed toward the back of the stable and plopped down on the ground beside the quirky merchant he called his friend.

[strelles-universe]

Clan Names - Additional Notes

Spruce and Conifer are more common with the lakeside territories than with the forest territories. Pine and Fir are more common to the forest clans. Mostly based on location of growing.

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Number Based Names are more common when there’s a specific name in mind - usually the clans only use up to the number four. 

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Drift is a common suffix for the Escorts of WindClan but also for lakeside RiverClan warriors

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Lightning is also used by ThunderClan for those who are struck by lightning and survive. It’s a very honorable suffix and these survivors are considered blessed by Sunsoul.

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The meaning of Cloud- changes based on what kind of cloud the cat is named after. A dark gray cloud means headstrong and determined - it’s a workaround of storm-. Meanwhile a white cloud implies happiness or gentle emotions.

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All the clans have pet names for the apprentices of other clans; Maggotpaw (ShadowClan), Minnowpaws (RiverClan), Bunnypaws (WindClan), Fawnpaws (ThunderClan), Chickpaws (SkyClan). 

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Burrow is a common tunneler suffix. Burrowers is a nicer term to refer to the tunnelers of WindClan.

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Mud and Muck are often used for Murkers in ShadowClan and within RiverClan, as the name for craftcats. Muckypaws are the titles of both clans’ new apprentices (murker and apprentices) who have just gotten into the messier parts of their jobs.

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RiverClan often uses the borrowed word Kolu- as an alternative to Echo- for their kits. 

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The Special Ranks within the clans are Boreal, Moth, Shark, Anaconda and Raptor. The affix -chant refers to their knowledge of prayers. Cinderpaw’s name could therefore be Cinderchant; acknowledging her new position. There are clan specific staples from the Old Tongue for each rank;

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With Bite vs. Snap vs. Nip; Bite is the most common variant is straightforward. Nip is often for those who are cheeky or mischievous while Snap refers to cats who are sarcastic or dry in tone.

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The Beaver is a common RiverClan title for the most skilled craftscat. In ShadowClan; they’re called the Tarantula; in ThunderClan they’re raccoons; and in WindClan they’re called…

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WindClan primarily uses Lapwing and Snipe while RiverClan is fond of Plover-.

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Cricket refers to a very good singer in WindClan. 

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Ladybug-/Ladybird- doubles to mean, “predator” or “hunter” on the down-low given how pretty they are despite the fact that they demolish aphids. 

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Speckle vs. Freckle has freckle- giving the implications of facial spots while speckle is more body-wide

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The name Lost- is often taking up following traumatic events as a sign that the cat has managed to escape the fear and terror associated with the events. The name Lostfire for example could mean a cat who suffered from a fire is finally moving on. 

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The clans refuse to use the names of the founders as prefixes within their own clans. ShadowClan cannot use Shadow-, RiverClan will not use River-, SkyClan won’t use Sky-, ThunderClan won’t use Thunder- and WindClan won’t use Wind-.

Using the words as suffixes is perfectly fine however; SkyClan won’t have a cat named Skytalon but they’re fine with naming a cat Eveningsky. A founder’s suffix is an honorable thing to be proud of within the clans.

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Many names in this list have doubled names where the words mean the same thing, but one name implies maturity while the other implies childishness. Here are the doubled names;

Pool vs. Puddle Jaw (River/Shadow) vs. Mouth (Wind/Thunder) Stomach (Shadow/Thunder) vs. Belly (River/Wind/Sky) Claw vs. Nail Fang vs. Tooth Ferret (Wind/River) vs. Polecat (Thunder/Sky) Cobra vs. Kait Tortoise vs. Turtle

It’s very common for ShadowClan Prophets to be renamed Moon-. 

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Shrimp and Prawn can refer to an albino cat referencing the pink eyes and flushed spots of the kit

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Birds of prey are extremely popular names in SkyClan - some suspect it's due to Kitesong's own name, but there's evidence that Old SkyClan also had a fondness for them. SkyClan takes hostage most of the more unusual raptor names;

Falcon -> Merlin Kestrel -> Hobby Kite -> Harrier Buzzard -> Vulture

In the same vein, ShadowClan takes claim to the most unusual snake names (Kait, Cobra, Boa, Anaconda) and RiverClan hyperspecific fish names.

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Urchin is essentially the RiverClan version of porcupine or hedgehog.

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Bumble- is an honorable and sacred name in New SkyClan for it was her that encouraged Kitestar to reform the old clan. She was also known as one of the founders of the New Shining Sun (the one in the forest).

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Locust has implications of greediness

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Calla refers to a black or dark gray cat around the lake

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Azalea can also refer to a red or ginger cat when referencing the ones that grow near the Mother Maw; this version usually comes as a suffix - Azalea is also sometimes bundled with Honeysuckle

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Ballad tends to refer to a more serious or solemn cat than -song does

[hyliascommonwealth]

“What is this place?” You ask looking about before focusing on Viri who had already made himself quite comfortable before realizing you had said something and were now expecting an answer

“Oh! Uhh- this is the Faron woods horse Stable! We’ll probs grab a couple horses before we head out when the rain stops, or tomorrow, whichever comes sooner!” He has a broad toothy grin though he seems to catch that you were kind of hoping for more info “The Hylians tend to travel on horseback a lot so when the calamity struck like, a hundred some odd years ago a family of farmers put this whole thing in motion to maintain safe regularly placed rest stops for people and horses!”

“So, it’s like a hotel or inn?”

“Yeah! Just like those, but everyone sleeps in this big communal space instead of their own rooms you can pay extra for a real nice bed, but also most of the towns we’ll pass through will have their own more familiar style Inns for travelers.

You two sit for a moment, the soft chatter of other Hylian travelers and merchants visiting while waiting for the storm to give out, thunder rumbles after a pretty killer flash of lightning. You find yourself focusing a bit more on those around you pleasantly chatting, some even bright their mules under cover with them visibly carrying dried herbs it made sense now, they didn’t seem like they would stay the night.

Your focus goes to the stable staff, all wearing similar colors, patterns and hats, then to the travelers all wearing what appear to be traditional Hylian clothing. You start to feel a touch self conscious, like you stand out like a sore thumb in your modern outfit, though no one could stand out of a crowd quite like your guide now quite sound asleep in the chair he’d claimed.

You find yourself restless as you shuffle slightly before looking over the stable interior again.

Part 1

part 2

Part 3

Lakeside Stable

[shiokaiton]

Heroes

The flames of my heart clear the wintertide storm

Yet so has their blaze burnt up my mortal form

When the lakeside of heroes

Not me nor my heart knows

Temper the blaze to a calm, gentle warm

Wind, rain, and thunder would shatter my path

The sky cares not to spare me of its wrath

When the rooftop of heroes

Not me nor my heart knows

Draw in the lightning, protect me they hath

My heroes ask me what my heart seeks to do

I tell them it seeks for that which makes it true

When my heart of no heroes

At last finally knows

The names of my heroes, my heart beats anew

For my heroes had always been here

Right here, my heroes had always been

The heroes who temper my fire

The heroes who protect me from rain

The heroes who remind me the very truth of who I am

Oh, my heart beats not for that which it searches for!

Nay, my heart beats for that which has always been here!

My heroes

My wonderful, wonderful heroes

My heart beats for you always

My heroes

[spidermilkshake]

Ancardia's Unusual Animals--the Longgui (or Dragon-turtle)

Classification: Beast (chelonian)

Habitat: Deep bodies of fresh water, especially in the Drakalors, Akimmia, and Tvearban lakes.

            The Longgui—known in Commontongue as the “Dragon-turtle”—is among the largest extant reptiles in Ancardia and definitely the largest chelonian currently living in this world. Longgui are massive, long-lived, and highly intelligent and cryptic in their habits very similar to the two true dragon species, and while aquatic they are generally not strong swimmers due to their incredibly heavy bodies and will usually simply walk along the bottoms of lakes, large rivers, and estuaries, nearing shore every several hours in order to take breaths. The average longgui has a head measuring a meter in length and a carapace about 4.6 meters long by 3 meters wide. Due to the horns and protruding scale structures on this creature’s head it lacks the ability to withdraw its head into its shell, but this in no way diminishes the longgui’s ability to protect itself. Much like true dragons, dragon-turtles are very arcanely gifted and possess a natural capacity to summon bursts of fire, cold, and lightning in self-defense. As a result, the longgui have no natural predators and their population is mostly controlled by their dramatically slow rate of breeding, limitations in food supply, and a number of isopod and roundworm parasites which can weaken and slow dragon-turtles enough to further reduce their reproduction rate.

            Longgui live for an average of 400 years, or until their parasite load eventually overcomes them with anemia and weakness from considerable age. While longgui grow continuously throughout their lives, most of even the giants of the species over 300 years old do not exceed 10 meters in carapace length. Their metabolism as adults in incredibly slow as well, and longgui have been known to sit on barely-submerged sandbars for more than 48 hours at a time doing very little but stretching up for air. About once every decade, a longgui becomes capable of breeding, and if lucky two fertile longgui will be able to make multiple mile journeys to find each other and dig out a suitable nesting site in marshland, lagoon, or natural oxbow lakesides. Longgui nests are constructed of layers of sand or soil and rotten vegetation, the mound often being several meters high and deep, and the longgui will lay approximately 10-12 eggs within. Only about half of these eggs will be fertilized, the rest acting as decoys should any predators burrow far enough into the nest. Longgui parents will generally leave their nests alone, but if interrupted in laying eggs have been known to become highly aggressive. After incubating for several months, the surviving eggs will hatch into juveniles roughly the size of a pie tin; this is the only time in a dragon-turtle’s life cycle where they are vulnerable to predation, and they must hurry to deeper water to avoid creatures like grizzly bears, dire wolves, owlbears, and sabrecats. Once in the water, they graze waterplants and hunt small crustaceans and molluscs in order to grow rapidly in their first few years, avoiding aquatic predators like bull sharks, large catfishes and pike, and the mishipeshu or bunyip (a close relative of the true dragons). Once they reach a carapace length of a meter or more their hard, sharp-edged shells protect them from any more consistent threat of predation, and their ability to use offensive magic protects them far further.

            In the event of an elder longgui dying, a great many carrion birds and carnivorous animals flock to the area to scavenge the multiple-ton carcass, much like the lakeside equivalent of a whalefall. Humanoids also flock to the area, particularly alchemists after rare material derived from longgui and craftsmen after the dense and sturdy shell and horns left behind by the majority of scavenging beasts. Alchemists seek the smaller scales present on the legs, tail, and facial area, and must arrive at the carcass quickly before various birds and rodents make off with these pieces. Armor-crafters have been known to use the shell portions to create unparalleled shields and cuirasses, particularly Hill Giants and Frost Giants.

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MANSION BY THE LAKE

Mansion by the Lake

Chapter one- The Trade Off    

My new lakeside property was a small cottage – nothing too beer commercial-ish, but it would serve for weekends of partying and enjoying some time away from the city. I was lucky in that the lake was small and there were no powerboats on it. Most of the land on the lake, as well as the surrounding area was all crown land, so I didn’t worry much about trespassers or anyone else for that matter. The road in was a long dirt road that took almost 30 minutes of driving before it even hit one of the main back roads. My only neighbor was all the way across the lake, albeit in a rather sizable mansion that towered over the northern view of the water. I had spent the first few months fixing up the place – it was old and moldy but with a few weeks’ worth of work looked almost brand new.

It was about the start of June, when we had one of our usual Northern-Ontario heavy rainstorms. It started with huge gusts of wind, and was followed by a night of spectacular rain, thunder and lightning. The power went off relatively early, so I spent most of the night watching the lightening from my porch before I got cold and went to bed. I loved the sound of the rain rattling on the roof, and the thunder from inside my warm blankets.

Waking up in the morning, however, it became clear that the rain storm had been fiercer than I thought – there were branches and leaves everywhere – clearly the trees had gotten quite the shake. The power was still out, and taking a walk up the road, I could see that the power lines had been absolutely felled by several trees which had been completely knocked over. There was no way to drive over them either, and it would be several solid hours of walking before I would see another vehicle, let alone be in cell phone range.

Then I thought of my neighbor, his house used a separate road, and he might still have power. At the very least he might have a chainsaw that I could use to cut the logs off the road. I took a walk all the way around the property to his side of the lake. As I got closer, I saw repeated “no trespassing” signs all over the property. A few hundred meters out, when the property opened up into a clearing, the huge looming mansion came into view. There was a van parked out front as well as a truck, so I could only assume that the owner was home, but the lights were all dark. Even worse, a large barbed wire fence surrounded the area. A sign on it read that it was electrified.

I followed the fence to the front gate and saw that there was a large intercom. I tried hitting the buzzer but no sound came out of it. I thought perhaps his power was off so I tried touching the gate. No effect!

Suddenly, I heard a strange moan come from the direction of the house. I looked around and saw a dark figure come stumbling out of the front door. It seemed to be hugging itself and walking in a stilted fashion.

“Hello?”, I shouted.

Another moan responded, and as the figure came closer, I could see that he was dressed head to toe in black rubber. He appeared to be in a black rubber straitjacket, and a muzzle covered his face. He “ran” directly up to the gate and did a strange little dance.

“Are you ok?”, I asked.

He shook his head, no.

“Do you need help?”

He nodded affirmatively.

I opened the gate, and he sped out of there, past me, down the road, back towards my place. I caught up with him and slowed him down. I tried to unbuckle the muzzle but found that it was actually locked on! From the looks of it… all the rubber gear he was wearing was held in place with a lock. I struggled to see if I could open it, but to no avail.

“It’s locked – are there keys inside?”

He shook his head violently. I could see panic in the eyes, this guy really wanted out.

“Ok… I might have some tools back at my place, are you ok to go in there?”

The rubber guy nodded quickly.

I brought him into the cottage and quickly shut the door behind me. I took a brief look outside but no one seemed to be around. I guided my guest to a chair and sat him down. I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and said: “I’ll be back in a minute.”

The second my hand touched the rubber I noticed how smooth it felt and I suddenly was aware of the odor of latex just steaming off of the poor guy. I quickly snapped back into reality, realizing that I had been gently stroking his shoulder, taking in the texture, and that he was probably terribly frightened already. Being in such a vulnerable position, he probably would not appreciate it in the slightest.

“You’re going to be OK,” I said reassuringly, hoping that would ease him a bit.

I pushed other thoughts aside and ran down to the basement to find some tools. I opened up the toolbox and immediately found a pair of scissors, I held them for a second and then thought that maybe he wouldn’t want me cutting him out of that outfit, but rather would want me to get the locks off. No way would I be able to pick it, but I did have a set of bolt cutters that would work. I grabbed them from the wall and ran upstairs.

“Hold still a second, bud,” I said. “I’ll have you out of there in a jiffy!”

I first clipped the lock holding his muzzle on, and unstrapped it from his face. I then unbuckled the ball gag underneath.

“Thanks so much!” he blurted out. “Please… get me out of this thing!”

“Ok… no problem, I’m working on it.”

I hastily clipped the rest of the locks running down the straitjacket, the ankle restraints, and the harness that I discovered he was wearing underneath it all. I piled it all on the table next to me. My guest stood up and stretched, the tight rubber creaking all around him. He pulled the mask off and I could see that he was no older than I was, at the most 27 or 28.

“Please get the zipper in the back,” He said, and I unzipped the suit. He pulled his shoulders and arms out, sweat spilling out onto the floor. He must have been in there for some time. Gloves, boots, rubber toed socks, even a cock and ball sheath all came off and were piled together. He stood before me naked, drenched in sweat.

“Thank you… I thought I’d never get out of there,” he sighed, sounding quite relieved. “My name is Matt.”

“Ok Matt, I’m Ryan,” I held my hand out and we shook. “Have a seat, I’ll get you a towel and some clothes. There’s a shower in the bathroom if you like.” I came back a moment later with a towel and a set of jeans and a t-shirt.

“Again, thanks. Do you have a phone?”

I shook my head, no. “The storm took out the phone and cable. I was without power since this morning.”

“Shit,” he muttered. “I’ve been pretty incommunicado for the last month. I imagine there are some people pretty worried about me.”

“Oh?” I was burning with curiosity already, but didn’t want to push. “Is everything ok, I mean… well this just isn’t a usual way of meeting people. Do you live down the lake?”

Matt wrapped the towel around his waist. “I’m fine – really. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I would give you a ride into town after you shower up, but we’ll have to wait until the provincial guys get here to clear the road, I’m afraid. There’s some fallen trees blocking it.”

Matt nodded carefully, taking a look out of a nearby window. “That would be great. Sorry if I seem a bit sketchy.”

“No problem. Those clothes should fit you just fine – you look like you’re pretty much the same size as me. They’re just old clothes for kicking around in so it’s really no problem.”

I put the pot on for coffee and then saw him to the bathroom. He closed the door and the shower started running. Where did this guy come from? Obviously, he was up to some kind of bondage thing in that outfit, and he seemed a bit embarrassed about it. He really didn’t need to be – I had seen pictures like that on the Internet and was highly curious about it. He did also seem a bit scared, and that only served to deepen my curiosity. I had never even met my neighbor and this guy didn’t seem to live on the lake. This raised the question if maybe another person was back at the house, perhaps also in some kind of trouble.

I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of joe. Sipping at it I returned to the table and saw the pile of black, slimy rubber lying flaccidly on the table. I grabbed the suit and shook it out a bit. As the suit made a low rumbling noise, almost a little like thunder. Sweat dripped out of the legs and dribbled onto my shoe. The scent of sweat and latex together was overwhelming, slightly sickly but inviting and familiar. I could feel an erection forming. I slid my hand into the armpit of the suit just letting it glide a little bit into the arm. Lubed with sweat I could feel the now cold, smooth rubber gripping around my hand and forearm, I felt as if I could just slide right in, it was practically sucking me right in –

I heard a cough from nearby and saw Matt standing there. He was freshened up considerably and now dressed in normal clothes. He had a bit of a smirk on his face. I turned a bit red and tried to pull my arm out quickly as I lay the suit back on the table. Half of it flopped down but it was obviously stuck to my forearm.

“I made coffee,” I said quite feebly, obviously embarrassed.

Matt chuckled a little. “It’s ok. I get it.”

He walked into the kitchen and found the coffee pot and mug that I had set out for him. He poured himself a cup. He took a sip and asked. “Are you into rubber?”

“Well… I mean…. I’ve seen photos on the Internet,” I waffled, not sure what to say.

“What sort of photos?” he grinned.

“Photos of men looking pretty much like you did about five minutes ago,” I blushed. “Some of the heavier ones where they looked like the gimp in Pulp Fiction, I always wondered what it was like to be that guy. “

“Have you ever done anything with it?” Matt casually sipped at his coffee.

I thought about it for a second. I had spent a fair bit of time perusing some fetish sites on some lonely nights, but never really thought seriously about it. “Well I guess that I thought that it was something that weird people did. Dangerous people. I wasn’t ready to find out the hard way that I couldn’t trust them.”

“Understandable…. Believe me… completely understandable,” he smiled an odd smile, and sat down at the table, looking casually out the window, across the lake to my neighbor’s house. “You can try that stuff on if you like.” Matt indicated.

I pulled my hand out quickly and it felt cold in the open air. “I couldn’t really…”

“Why not?” he frowned, as if I said something completely absurd. “Listen man, you can have it. All of it. I’m not going to put it on again.”

I should have sensed something was wrong, but my ears were hot and just hearing the idea of being inside the suit made me instantly rock hard. My cock was begging to be let out of my jeans. Seeing Matt wearing my jeans and a t-shirt, the same muscular build, the same height, he was obviously my size, I would have no problem fitting into the rubber. I thought about how fine he looked when I first laid eyes on him, embodying a fantasy that I barely knew I had. Now the idea was just burning a hole right through me.

Matt must have been reading my mind. “Look, we’re obviously the same size. Just go for it. You will probably like it as much as I first did.  I’ll help you get in it. “

I hesitated for a second, but before I could stop myself, I was peeling off my shirt. “So… what is your story anyway? I don’t want to pry, but how did you end up here?”

Matt took another glance across the lake. For a split second I thought I saw someone walking on the property, but I wasn’t sure. Matt didn’t seem concerned.

“Well, I work at a bar in Toronto, I’m going to school part time. Pretty regular sort of life really… as you might have guessed I also had an interest in fetish and bondage. Just like you, I read about it on the internet and became a little obsessed. Mostly just obsessed with looking at pictures and reading stories at first.”

I peeled off my underwear, revealing my hard cock dripping with precum and picked up the suit. Matt stood up picking something up off the table. “You should really wrap your package.   Put on the cock and balls sheath. Trust me, your cock feels better in the suit surrounded by another layer of rubber. Here, I’ll help you.”

The rubber sheath slid right over my package and tightened like a cock ring at the base. I bobbed my cock up and down once, and felt it grow inside. The rubber confines stretched around my member, looking sleek and black. Matt then picked up the suit, shook it back out into shape and held it open before me.

“In ya go!” He chirped with a smile. I put one foot in, and then the other. Matt pulled it up around me, and I could feel the perfect snug fit sliding up my legs. An electric tingle ran up my body as it hugged me tight. “…so anyway… I actually lurked on a couple of the sites for a long time. I didn’t post a photo for almost a year, and when I did, I immediately got tons of hits.”

“I don’t blame them. You’re pretty dam cute.”

“Heh thanks. You’re not bad yourself, man,” Matt said as he tugged the rubber up onto my hips. “There really isn’t much of a rubber community in Toronto – from the internet it seems like it’s all in other countries. I really sold myself on the idea that I wanted to try experiencing a true, inescapable session of total rubber enclosure and slavery, at least for a little while. Really, finding sane people into that kind of thing is really hard.”

I slid my arms into the sleeves and pushed forward. The rubber came up onto my shoulders and greased with Matt’s sweat started clinging to my chest. Matt zipped up the back and the entire suit seemed to tighten around my back, shoulders and neck. I moved around a bit, my skin feeling more alive than I had ever known it. I felt ready to come right through the suit and knock a wall down with the force of it.

“This is fucken awesome!”

“I know!” Matt laughed.

I started feeling myself all over.

“Have a seat!”  Matt instructed

I sat down and Matt picked the socks off the table. “Trust me, it’s better when it’s all over you. If you like that so far – you’re gonna love this.”

Matt started working the rubber socks onto my feet. He then slid the boots on. They took a minute to lace up as they ran practically up my entire shin. An ankle restraint was then buckled on overtop. I stood up, walking around, feeling it move on my body.

“Anyway, so I finally talked to this one guy online. Sounded like he’s a dedicated rubberiest. He definitely had a ton of gear in his photos. Sounded pretty sane and definitely wanted to get into a lot of the same stuff that I was into. So, I arranged a time and place to meet – local bar, nothing fancy.”

Matt worked up the tight elbow length gloves onto my arms and buckled the wrist restraints on. He picked up the harness: “You want to try this too?”

Thinking of the many photos I’d seen of rubber gimps that were clad in a similar harness how could I say no? I wasn’t locked in after all. I nodded my head affirmatively. He started strapping it on me.

“Awesome. Man, this looks great on you, I think even better than it looked on me,” Matt said, admiring his handiwork.

“Feels so fucken awesome.” I replied.  

Matt continued, “So, I met this guy, and he turned out to be pretty down to earth. Used to be a doctor, now he just plays the stocks all the time – never loses. We met at a hotel a couple of times and he let me experiment with different types of gear. He seemed really enthusiastic, and I’ll admit he pushed my limits in the best ways possible. I gave him my arm and he eagerly twisted it.”

“Sounds great! Where do I find this guy?” I joked.

                        Matt pulled the mask from the table, and without asking stepped behind me and pulled it over my head. The feeling of it tightening around my face was indescribable. I felt my identity slipping away.

“I have got to see a mirror.” I indicated.

“One second, you need a finishing touch,” Matt grabbed the collar from the table and buckled it onto my neck. I instantly felt more submissive. like a rubberized object. I walked to a mirror hanging in the hallway. I was surprised at the black alien figure staring back at me.

I thought I couldn’t get any hornier, but my cock just seemed to grow harder and harder. I had become that rubber gimp I always fantasized about. Well, sort of… no one was tying me up in this gear.

“You look great, really great,” Matt exclaimed. Even he seemed excited.

I was running my rubberized hands all over my body. I couldn’t believe the sensation. I wandered back by the table. A few stray pieces of gear still lay on the table, one of them quite formidable. I took a cautious deep breath.

“Oh, the straitjacket,” Matt nodded with a big grin.

He picked up and held it up. “Maybe you don’t want to get into that. It’s a bit much all at once. You can kind of get into a bit of a frenzy where you just want everything on you at once.”

“I’ll say!”, I laughed.

Matt took another glance out the window. “What the heck right? It’s not like I’m going to go anywhere on you. You said yourself the road is blocked.”

I shrugged, thinking far too much with my pecker and not thinking for a second about the dangerous territory I was skirting.

I yelled, “JUST DO IT!” as I held my arms out. He draped the straight jacket over them. He moved around the back and zipped up the rear of the jacket.  Then started pulling belts and fastening buckles on the back nice and tight.

Matt continued, “Where was I? Oh yeah… so finally we meet one weekend and he gets me totally rubbered up, head to toe, pretty much like you are now. This was the usual for us by this point. Only instead of going to the hotel, we decided to go to his house, as it had his entire and extremely sizable gear collection.  I was fascinated and eager to try more.”

Matt pulled my arms across my body, buckling them in place. A strap come over the front providing them no movement. He jocked me up in the crotch strap that tightened on my inner thighs, which got me even harder.  Now, there was no way I could get out of this jacket on my own.

My temperature seemed to skyrocket. I could feel my own sweat filling the suit. I tried to move on my own but all I felt was rubber grinding on rubber. I was positively elated.

“I am really loving this!”  I indicated.

Matt continued, “So we get up to his place and he leads me down to his basement, it’s a dungeon. I mean a real dungeon. If there’s a weird bondage contraption you’ve seen online – he’s got it. Most importantly it’s got a real cell and the door opens only with a key code that he knows, some kind of electric, digital lock gizmo. I was totally excited for a real bondage session with this guy.”

He paused briefly, “I’d been having such a great time. Then he starts talking about control, and taking total control over me, making me a 24/7 rubber slave, at least eventually. I don’t mean starting slow and working up to 24/7 – I mean he wanted to start at 24/7 but I was supposed to be less than a slave – that was what he wanted me to work up to.”

A shiver ran down my spine!  Suddenly I started coming back to reality. Why did I feel like his story was taking a turn for the worse?

“Matt, why don’t I like where this is going?” I asked.

Matt led me to the couch, carrying the rest of the gear with him. He sat me down.

“Well, for starters…”

Suddenly Matt pinched my nose unexpectedly. Instinctually I opened my mouth. He shoved the red rubber ball gag in and buckled it behind my head.

I tried pushing it out with my tongue but to no avail. I tried to sit up. Facing me, Matt sat on my lap, pinning me. He slipped the muzzle over my head and quickly strapped it all on tightly. I shook my head side to side screaming into the gag.  It was obvious that the sound was far too muffled, and we were far too isolated. Matt grabbed my chin and held it still.

“Shhhhhh… You see I didn’t want to be a 24/7 anything except perhaps being a student. It was way too much, but he never even gave me the opportunity to say ‘no’. I have been his rubber THING for over a month. Held in that dungeon. Oh, there was some horny times, yeah, but I wanted my life back.”

Matt continued, “I had almost given up hope on the idea when the power went out. He must have been asleep when it happened. I think some kind of safety feature opened up the electronic locks and I was able to walk right out the door. Right into your arms.”

“This is the first time I’ve worn anything but rubber in all that time. Oh, and since you asked where you could find this guy – well, he’s looking in the window right now!”

Startled, I looked behind me to the window out to the deck and saw a tall, muscular, bald man, probably in his late forties. He was dressed like a biker but all in leather and rubber with aviator sunglasses hiding his eyes. His face was cold and expressionless.

Matt pulled me up to my feet.

“Boy,” the man’s voice was deep and commanding. I got an instant chill. “Did you really think you’d get away?”

Matt stood his ground. “Sir – I’m done. I don’t want this anymore. It was dumb luck that I got away and you won’t get me that easily again without a real fight. I’m not stupid – I won’t go telling anyone about this. I just want to go home and go back to my life. I’ll call it a fun misadventure.”

“You think it’s just that easy, Boy?” the man snarled.

“Maybe not. Maybe you are right and I’ll want to come back to you. Right now, I doubt it. I’ve had enough,” Matt’s voice trembled. He too was genuinely afraid.

Me… I was shaking.

Matt continued, “I’ve found ya a replacement though. He’s hungry for it – even more than I was. I’ll give him to you and that makes me an accomplice. Then we’re both happy. You know I can’t turn you in.  Just let me leave.”

I started shrieking hysterically inside my rubber prison. I tried to make a break for it, running past the rubber man as he stepped into my cottage. He snapped an arm out and caught me by the neck. His other hand went directly to my cock and he gripped my still hard member.

“Mmmmm,” he growled. “He’s horny. Very horny, horny as fuck.”

“You see?” Matt pleaded. “He’s perfect for you Sir. Take him with you – he can be your new slave or whatever the fuck it is you want him to become. I’m going to take a long walk into town, and catch a bus back to Toronto. You’ll have your hands full starting your…. Training all over again.”

The man sniffed me like the bouquet of a fine wine. “Ok boy. You have a deal. Don’t think I won’t come looking for you eventually.  You owe me! We still have a binding contract.  We still have unfinished business.”

The man pulled a leash out of his pocket and clipped it too Matt’s collar that was now around my neck. He started pulling me out the door, and down the road to his house.

“Alright boy, I guess it’s you and me now. You and I are going to have to work very hard over the next couple of days sorting a few things out.”

I pulled as best I could but I had no leverage at all. What was even worse was that a part deep inside of me really wanted to go with him. Either way, I was about to find out the rubber horrors that lay beyond the dark windows of that mansion by the lake.

I was practically dragged by the neck all the way down the road. Completely unable even to look back to see the safety of my home quickly falling away from me, nor able to see the treacherous man that I tried to help.  I could only focus instead on the mansion quickly looming over me. The windows of the house seemed black and empty, hungry even and I was utterly panicked but unable to fight in any way at all.

As we entered the front gate, my captor paused for a moment to shut the gate and flipped a switch. There was a humming noise and I could only assume that the fence was now electrified. Presumably it had been knocked out by the same storm that had affected the power at my cottage earlier.  I could hear the rumble of a generator in the distance. Even if I was able to get out of my rubber prison, there was at least one more prison that I would have to plan an escape from.

We entered through the front door, and I only had a few seconds to notice the opulence of the interior – clearly my captor was a man of considerable means given the nature of the interior décor. It was a very classical design, riddled with antiques and art – somewhere beyond the scent of rubber I could smell the distinct odor of fine cigars and mahogany. All this was moot however as we raced through the first floor directly to a large metal door opening to a cellar. My captor punched in an elaborate code into a keypad on the door, and it unlocked with a heavy click. There followed another such door at a vestibule before entering the rest of the basement.

There were only a few rooms with the doors open where I could make out what was inside. One was a carefully-marked equipment room, in which I could make out several devices of torture, as well as rubber and leather clothing, gas masks and boots. Another was a gym of some kind although I didn’t recognize all of the equipment. The man was huge however, and it wouldn’t surprise me if he had a very particular regimen. We stopped at a door that opened into what could only be described as a cell. Inside were only a steel toilet, a steel sink, and a bench with a mattress, which also had a rubber mattress cover on it. I was sat down and my collar was clipped to a hook on the wall.

“Stay right here, boy,” the man said, and walked quickly out of the room.

I could hear him shuffling with something down the hall so I immediately started thrashing about trying to release myself. It was to no avail. The straitjacket provided me with absolutely no leverage at all, and the best that I could do was feel my rubberized arms sliding about in the smooth interior. There was no way to generate enough force or violence to be able to escape. I was completely trapped inside. Any resistant was futile. I gave up and sat back panting for a few minutes before he returned carrying a box with several items inside.

He first dumped several padlocks out onto the bench beside me and locked the restraints on my legs before locking them together. Another lock was attached to my collar.

“You are not going to be able to walk anywhere in a hurry. Your collar is locked to the wall,” my captor said. “I am going to take off your straitjacket now. If you make any trouble you will regret it very quickly. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded. This man wasn’t going to take any chances and I would have to wait until later for a slip-up. He reached forward and unbuckled the straitjacket. He then applied locks to each of the buckles on my harness. My wrist restraints were removed but quickly replaced with a pair of rubber mitts rendering my hands completely useless. They too, were then locked together. He lit a cigar and stood before me, admiring his work.

“Alright boy, listen up! When you earn the right to speak, you will call me ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’”, he commanded. “I will call you whatever the fuck I want. As you may have guessed, yes, I kept your friend Matt here for some time. He might have told you it was against his will but I can assure you that he enjoyed it far too much for it to be involuntary. From the size of your hard-on I can only assume that you are much the same as Matt.”

He paused briefly for me to think, “Number one, I have fixed the fail-safe in my backup generator, so even if the power is out, the doors will remain locked. They will not open automatically as before. The electric fence outside will remain electrified. Furthermore…”

“Master” removed a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. An intense searing shock came from my collar and I was instantly immobilized. I screamed quickly but the cry was severely muffled by my gag and muzzle.

“I carry this with me at all times. Now that the power is back up on the fence you will be unable to walk more than 25 meters beyond that fence without it triggering automatically. I have it set currently to the medium setting; however, walking outside the perimeter will automatically trigger it at the highest setting.

“Obviously, I have quite the obsession with rubber. I have always wanted to have the ultimate rubber companion and have for years thought about the training and conditioning that I wanted it to have. I had already started an aggressive program with Matt, but he managed to escape before it took hold, thanks to nothing more than a simple power failure. I have already taken steps to ensure that it won’t happen again.”

“You might be able to escape from your restraints down here, but before you even reach the upstairs, you will be unable to make it past the electric locks on the doors. Do not think that I don’t want to have you upstairs with me – there is much that I want you to do up there, but for now this will be your world.”

“Right now, you are only to be an object of pure rubbered physicality. Your body is mine to use and shape as I see fit. You are a pure Gimp for nothing more than my enjoyment and your training. As I see eagerness and obedience grow in you, I will start small, and eventually you will be in a position to start obeying more complex desires, in which case I will start training you as my Puppy. If you can learn the kind of devotion and obedience that I expect of a dog successfully then I may teach you how to be a Slave worthy of serving my needs, yet worthy of some greater levels of autonomy and expression, a chance to have some of yourself back. If you can earn those privileges you will eventually become my Boy, hopefully a rubber boy who has finally realized all that I can teach and give him, and completely willing to continue to submit to my authority. I guarantee with each of these titles that you earn, you will find yourself glowing with pride.”

Master continued, “But I’m getting ahead of myself. I am speaking of your achievements possibly years down the line and you have only been here a few minutes. I’m sure that right now you are terrified and alone – and rightly so, this is an incredibly fearsome first step you have taken and not of your own will. I have some further preparations to make, so there is no time like the present to begin your conditioning. Come with me…”

He clipped a leash to my neck and unclipped me from the wall. We shuffled down the hall to a room full of different racks, elaborate chairs, slings, and crosses. I was sat down into a fearsome leather barber’s chair covered in straps. The D-rings on my collar, harness and restraints were all clipped in place and additional restraints added on. All the while my mind was racing – he intended me to stay here for years – forever really from the sounds of things, and indulge in some perverse education of his? I wanted to cry.  I had never felt so helpless before. While my fears of him killing started to, they were now being replace with other fears. He had other plans in store for me. Plans that freighting me almost as much as the loss of my life at his hands.  

“Now, I am going to get a look at my plaything. Don’t even try to speak or I will activate the collar.”

Master removed the muzzle, gag and mask. My head was dripping with sweat; it ran down my face and into my eyes. Master dried my head with a towel.

“Excellent. A fair trade for Matt if I may say so. You are a good-looking boy, and I must say that rubber really does become you. Good thing, as it is all you are going to be wearing for some time. Matt had been wearing almost nothing but rubber, for over a month – you should expect much longer before your skin is allowed to touch anything else.”

Master ran his hand through my long wavey hair, frowning.

“This hair is far too long, though, and not something that you have earned. It will have to go.”

From nearby, master pulled a set of clippers and without hesitation set to buzzing all of the hair from my head, long locks of it falling pathetically into my lap. These were quickly brushed aside and he swept up. He then held up a mirror for me to see. Looking up I was shaved completely bald. I could hardly recognize myself at all. For a second, I thought that someone else was looking back. He was right though, seeing myself bound completely in rubber my horniness came back with a vengeance. I’ll admit, I’d fantasized about similar scenarios, but the reality of it was utterly terrifying. I blamed it on blind nervous energy. I’d heard before about soldiers that experienced erections during battle for the same reason.

Part of my anxiety diminished.  As my fear of being killed by this guy faded, the reality of my new life seemed to take over. Something, deep within me, was energizing me.   I thought of POW’s who survived captivity for multiple years.  Perhaps I could do this.  

“Not bad,” Master said. “Normally I like a nice crew cut or a high-and-tight on my boy, but you will earn that look in time. For now, the tactile experience of a regularly shaved head will allow you to enjoy THIS…”

With that he forced a gas mask with a rubber hood over my face. It was already lubed on the inside allowing it to slide directly on, despite how tight it was. Some kind of internal gag forced its way into my mouth. It was pumped up and I could feel the bit swelling in my mouth. Tubes fit directly into my nostrils. Earbuds almost naturally fell into my ear cavity and a white noise could be heard starting up. Master unzipped my cock, removing the sheath.  He placed what felt like a large suction device of some kind up on my dick, with a slow rhythm starting to slowly jerk me off. A trolley with several TV monitors was rolled up in front of me and switched on. A sweet scent started to pump into the gas mask, though the air seemed clearer somehow. The screens flickered to life with videos of rubber and bondage pornography playing on each.

Master’s voice came into the earbuds. “Just lie back and enjoy the show, boy. Don’t fight it. I will be monitoring closely. This is the first of many such sessions that I will expect you to complete, so try to adjust yourself accordingly. I will be back soon – don’t worry, I have your breathing on a monitor which will alert me if there is a problem.”

Scene after scene of erotic rubber pleasure played before me. The suction of the device rose and fell, never quite seeming to bring me to climax. I would get so close and then be denied as the system slowed itself down. A constant mesmerizing beat played slowly in my ear.

Even more horrifyingly, scenes showing removal from bondage, removal of rubber, or even normal sex, normal life were met with a series of painful shocks from the collar. My earbuds would play a harsh, erratic tone. I made the connection quickly – I was to associate only pleasure with being a rubber gimp, and a complete aversion to anything else. I was only to enjoy being his rubber plaything, and any other thoughts were to be pushed aside.

The first of many such sessions? How many is many? A month was not enough to keep Matt from escaping and that was only after he was given a miracle opportunity of Master’s elaborate security breaking down. Surely Master would be planning for this too – so how long would this phase of training continue? A month? Two months? A year? MORE?

The shocks ended and the slow jerking off began again. The cycle continued for what seemed like hours… how long would this go on? I completely lost track of time and could concentrate only on the sheer pleasure of my situation.

[kariachi]

Marian

“Whether driven by a love of pokemon, history, or fine architecture, visitors will find no better place to stop than the beating heart of Tumuli City- her pokemon gym. Located on the South Side overlooking Lake Lillary, this ancient fortress built from black granite continues to awe viewers the same as she did in the ages prior to Tumuli’s founding, now not just restored to old glory but expanded upon by Gymleader Marian, the Dragon Mother.

If you can tear your eyes away from the carved statues of both dragon and ghost type pokemon that stand guard along it’s eaves, or your stomach from the vast pattern of berries shrubs that decorate the front lawn, stepping inside the great vaulted doors will transport you into the far reaches of the past. Woven rugs and tapestries depicting the history and culture of the area going back thousands of years grace the floors and walls of the public areas of Tumuli City Gym, from the entryway to the central body of the gym itself.

Turning right upon entering will take you into the Tumuli Central Library, home of the largest publicly available collection of historical records in the region, still just as it was under the guardianship of now-retired Gymleader Rashn. Turning left, meanwhile, will bring you to The Grand Hall, a cafeteria-style eatery kept open and free to the public at all hours.

Continuing straight on will bring you into the heart of the gym. Taking up the full two stories of the building, the main body of the gym is a vast, open space, the separate floor denoted only by twin mezzanine to either side. These mezzanine and the space below them contain small training arenas which frame the gym’s main arena between them. Look up and you’ll find the largest stained glass skylight in the region, depicting a ring of fire and lightning.

Or perhaps you don’t wish to eat, battle, or learn. In that case, follow the outer wall that curves around the right side of the building- from street to lakeside- to the back of the property, where the Cyclizar of Tumuli’s ‘Cyclizar Chauffer’ are bred, trained, and housed. These key members of our public transportation services love company, and visitors can volunteer to help with socialization or sit and watch the hatchlings play or train. You can also purchase a souvenir from the gift shop, proceeds from which go to funding The Great Hall.

Whatever it is you want to do with yourself, whether it’s grab a midnight snack, earn the illustrious Golden Badge, or bask in our region’s great history, the Tumuli City Gym is a definite must-see.”

Look: Hair- box braids kept half in a bun and half down, gold braid cuffs arranged to give diadem-like impression around her head | Outfit- a variety of dresses in the style of a takchita, with under-dresses appearing in shades of red and green alongside white and black, outer-dresses in reds and greens, all edged in gold dragonscale patterns, outer-dresses embroidered with various dragon patterns in gold w/ dragon fang buttons, black leather boots | Accessories- gold bracelet showcasing the badges she collected on her journey, gold scale belt with dragon-type symbol in the center, small dragon fang earrings

Ace: Salamence [Male, Dragon Dance/Earthquake/Psychic Fangs/Fire Fang]

Badge: Golden Badge (a copper badge outlining the shape of a hunk of wool with three triangles- two on the top and one on bottom- reminiscent of fang holding tight, the wool portion is filled with golden enamel, and the teeth with off-white)

TM: TM 100- Dragon Dance [as of gen 9]

Gym- Private Areas: Leaving the public areas of the Tumuli City Gym is like stepping into a family home.The stone floors are hidden under thick rugs, walls and ceilings covered over in wood, and everything from art made by prior and current residents to pictures of the same are on display everywhere. The right wing of the building contains the gymleader’s apartments as well as the administrative and storage spaces for gym and library both, while the left is filled with apartments for the apprentices and workers of the gym. The latest addition to the building rests in the back, a single long wing connecting the two. This wing includes apartments for those working with the Cyclizar, but predominately serves as more housing for minors who have paused or completed their journeys and settled, for now, in Tumuli City, as well as the individuals whose job is to look out for them. The building of this wing served the dual purpose of adding a private courtyard to the property, which includes picnic tables, a few grills, a playground, and a large crop garden used by The Great Hall and the residents both.