Slayers:
Naga and the Mirror Maidens
by
Naga Shark
and
Yuri Futanari
Sea of Chaos, extra-dimensional realm of The Lord of Nightmares... Small confined 'room' somewhere within, holding Lina Inverse...
"As you have probably heard by now, I'm in a whole world of trouble right about now, in fact, I would say just about an entire universe of trouble to be exact, seeing as I've been spirited away by the one and only Lord Of Nightmares, who just so happens to think I became her wife somewhere in the middle of casting a spell to get rid of the demon lord Death Fog.
"So, as I sit here- where exactly 'here' is I couldn't say because I can't see out from here, its like I'm in some kind of isolated tower where I can't see anything specific, just an endless sea of Chaos Energy.
"Endless, undulating, directionless, and BORING AS HELL! GEEZ what a MISERABLE place to be STUCK for all eternity! Or...as she put it, "Until I feel I can trust you."
"Yeah, right! Like THAT'S ever going to happen!
"I sit up here day and...well whatever this place is, there is no day or night, so what can I say? I sit HERE, thinking of Naga, and various other things...but mostly Naga I think...well..." a shy mumbly-whining sound is heard, "Never mind that stuff will ya?", a false sense of impatience to cover Lina's embarrassed recollections she is not ready to admit to, "Anyway, so here I am now, waiting to see what will happen next, while trying desperately to send messages out through the ether, through this maddening Chaos Energy, which pretty much messes up any spell you want to cast on it...", her voice trails off at this point.
Scene fades from the Sea of Chaos to Wolf Pack Island where Naga is mercilessly hammering a rock golem with ice arrows, kicks, and punches...
Episode 1:
"Action! Naga's Training Begins as Lina Laments!"
If there were only one miserable soul any place in the universe, it was likely Gracia Ul Naga Seyruun.
She would wake up with puffy, tear streaked eyes,
Choke down her breakfast as if it were mildewed straw (despite it being quite a fine affair ala Greater Beast Zelas Metallum) ,
Run up the steep snow capped side of Mt. Yudan Kiken'na ten times before daylight,
Jump in the ring with no fewer than fifty lesser demons
At noon, she would gag down an equally lavish lunch as if it were used wood chips from a horse stall,
Blast boulders to gravel, then summon the same gravel back into ever improving, and ever larger golems, only to blast these back into gravel as well,
Run around the entire circumference of Wolf Pack Island ten times in the peak of the afternoon heat,
Swim in the leech infested swamp fighting off giant snakes and swimming reptiles,
Then fight another fifty lesser demons,
Ending the day by bathing the stench of the day off in a hot spring and swallowing a lavish dinner as if it were pieces of mummies and finally go to her secluded room to cry herself to sleep yet once again.
"Now Naga Dear," Zelas one time said, whilst casually observing the young lady fight lesser demons, "I don't want to say you're pushing yourself too hard, but maybe you should take a day off every now and then..."
"PUSHING?" the raven haired princess growled while setting up a roundhouse kick on a lizard and rat looking pair of lesser demons, "You..." connecting and knocking them both from the ring in backward somersaults, "have", leaping into a forward somersault to drop an ax kick on top of a clay glob looking mob, "no idea..." a spinning knee drop jab into the face of the now doubled over opponent, "what pushing", she growled at the demon lord through clenched teeth while kicking a werewolf looking lesser demon in the solar plexus, doubling him over, "is!" then stepping in with a left elbow to the spine from above.
Zelas made a soft finger clap as if she were but a young maiden applauding a huge warrior she hoped to attract, "Bravo, darling," she sighed in mild disdain, "But you really should take some time off and go see the world or something."
"I'm not ready!" she barked at the demon lord, "And stop calling me darling!" then she slumped through the ropes of the ring and dropped to the ground, "Only Lina gets to call me that!"
The demon lord wrinkled her nose distastefully at the last sentence, turned her nose up and huffed as she stalked off feeling rebuffed, yet not wanting to show it..."What does that scrawny flat chested little glutton have over me? ME!?" she growled internally, adding over her shoulder nonchalantly, "Fine, suit your self..."
Ep 1, Chapter 2
Late at night, when things were slowing down at the tavern, Alyth was done for the day, putting off her apron, while Bruno was polishing up his pristine kitchen.
"Where the girls are now," she opened the topic, "A lot of painful issues are being dealt with."
"You see them?" Bruno looked up with one eye while polishing industriously.
"I see bits and pieces," she sighed, "Nothing precise just yet..."
"Strange, for you anyway." he said, stopping and looking through the kitchen window on her as she tallied up the day's business in a ledger.
"Indeed." she pondered, "Its as if there are two clear and distinct time lines."
"Oh?"
"Yes." she frowned puzzled, "I've never seen anything like it before."
"How so?"
"Its not just as if there's two futures," she stared off distantly through the ceiling as if focusing on some other place, "Its as if there are two different PASTS as well."
"Well THAT'S sure a new one!" the giant man commented with a wide eyed look while wiping his brow...
"What's more," she continued, "They seem to CONVERGE!"
"Aren't they supposed to DIVERGE?"
"That's what always NORMALLY happens..." she frowned, "I suppose I'll just have to get out my scrying tools and see what the deal is."
"Well dear," the huge man said as he came from the kitchen through the double doors into the main dining hall where she sat, "I'll leave all that fancy magical stuff up to you." and he bent over and kissed his buxom wife, "Don't keep me waiting too late," as he warmly caressed her upper chest with his huge hands.
Stroking the muscular forearms gazing up at him, she smiled and softly replied with enthusiasm, "I won't, I promise!"
Ep 1, Chapter 3
In a small cottage, an hour's walk outside the small village of Alma lived two strikingly familiar looking women.
Both of them were shy and kept to themselves, so few people knew them well, and due to their innate magical abilities, they had kept the location of their modest little cottage a secret from the world.
They had not lived there very long, only about three years, but it had been virtually all of their lives...
Dressed in long gowns and keeping their hair in an orderly and mature fashion, one might assume them to be far far older than their actual young ages.
Living off the land, living modestly within their means, working hard, and not standing out in a crowd, they lived happy fulfilled lives content with the beauty of nature, revering every living thing, making sure to do no harm to any and help all who asked it of them, yet keeping their own personal private lives to themselves.
As they sat at a plain wooden dining room table, sipping tea after a small but satisfying meal, they leaned lightly against one another and spoke.
"Its been a good spring." the red haired woman spoke softly.
"Yes, it has." the larger, raven haired woman replied, "I think we will do very well this year and have enough for two winters."
"I think we should maybe try to raise bees next year."
"That would be good." the older woman once again agreed. "Oh!" she lit up, "I heard today of the most wonderful mushroom that has been imported from the southern tip of Mipross Island!"
"Do tell!" the smaller woman responded with interest.
"I hear they roast or grill it with olive oil and finely chopped spices in something called a 'pesto' sauce!" the full figured woman declared.
"That sounds utterly divine!" the slender one purred, leaning once again on her partner's shoulder, as they both gazed dreamily off into space for a minute.
"Well," the taller one broke their reverie, "I'll clean up the dishes then and we can bathe before going to bed!" as she rose gracefully and collected the few dishes they used.
"I'll make the bath ready!" as the smaller woman stepped out the door of the cottage crossed over the back yard where magical light spells kept on top of rune engraved sticks kept the evening yard perpetually lit, to a large black iron bath which had been set atop a stone floor inset and had stone steps to facilitate getting in and out easier.
Neatly folded towels lay on a small stone table which was magically made to repel water so much that the towels laid upon it would always remain dry even if it rained on them.
There she called up a small but effective fire spell which soon had the water steaming gently in the cool evening air.
Ep 1, Chapter 4
Luna and Fillia lounged in bed, the golden haired dragoness draped across the chest of the dark haired Knight of Ceiphied, the thin sheet covering them moved in two places, one where a very pleased tail wafted back and forth in pleasure, and another smaller place just below Luna's waistline which kept bobbing up and down slightly with her pulse.
Their faces flush and yet serene, they had been married only a few weeks, and the excitement was greater than at first, so they spent a lot of time in bed, and little time doing much else.
As they lay there, Fillia stroking Luna's chest, however, Luna, with one arm behind her head, began to stare at the ceiling, until Fillia raised her head and studied her face, asking, "Honey," in a troubled voice. "What is it?"
"I'm sorry sweetie," the knight replied, "I just can't help thinking about Lina, and Naga, and what all is going on..." her voice drifted a bit, she seemed a bit distant, "I never really 'adored' Lina, everybody knows that, but she is my little sister, and I can't just accept that she's been taken away from everybody she loves and who loves her never to be seen again..."
"I understand that," the ex priestess, soon to be mother replied, "Some times, despite all that they did, I miss my old family." and with this she lay her head back down on Luna's ample bosom and stared across the room pondering such things as well.
"I don't know when," Luna said softly but firmly, ", and I don't know what. But eventually, something has to be done about it."
"But won't this require everybody?" Fillia asked, not raising her head or diverting her gaze from the unfocused distance, "We can't defeat the Lord of Nightmares ourselves..."
"I don't think anybody can defeat the Lord of Nightmares. At least not by any means we mortals would know about..."
"So maybe an IMmortal would know?" Fillia raised her head up and stared directly into Luna's eyes.
"I'm thinking," she looked down and regarded the blushing blond bride on her chest, "I'm formulating an idea even now."
"Well be sure to let me know as soon as you come up with something." the dragoness replied with a soft smile.
"Come up with something?!" suddenly Luna broke into a mischievous grin, "I've ALREADY come UP with something right here!" she loudly declared while rolling over and pouncing on the squealing and giggling dragon woman.