Commotion in Comodo Part 2

A character butchering galore

By Halcyon Clouds

"..."

Yun stopped right outside the entrance to the male changing rooms. The priest glanced at the door cautiously with his single visible eye and pursed lips. If it was discomfort, it did not show itself through the slightly oversized cassocks, dark hair, and a magician hat with the brim lowered over Yun's face.

"Come on, Yun." Calling to his friend, Arkland pushed open the door. An ominous atmosphere oozed out from within. One that told of abundant body hair, sweat, alcohol, and other odours best left undescribed.

The scholar hesitated as well, and looked sheepishly towards the oldest person in the group. Kaeru gulped, he felt he had a responsibility to take care of these two, but said responsibility was looking a little daunting at that moment.

What leapt into sight were rows and rows of pulsing...flesh and muscle, followed by many deep, manly noises. And hair, straight hair, wavy hair, but mostly curly hair on chests. Just...hair.

"Right." Kaeru mumbled, "Of course...Pronteran Army against the Albertan Smithers in a friendly volleyball match...Alexander's been on about it all week...mhmm, I see...well, let's...move along...now."

It seemed as if all coasts were clear as they left the grunting and snorting mass of testosterone behind them, Yun was clinging onto Arkland's fox like his life depended on it. Arkland and Kaeru were also as whitewashed as ghosts.

"Let's...get out after changing and never come back." The high wizard said in a peculiarly small, quivering voice.

"Yes. Right." The white-haired-white-faced scholar agreed.

"..."

Then something tall and flesh-coloured darted across their collective vision. Wearing an obscenely small and tight BRIGHT RED...thing...stretched across his...

Then it was gone, like an illusion.

There was a pause for a few seconds, or maybe more. As the three people pondered over what had just happened.

"What...the hell was that?"

"It looked familiar..."

"..."

Yun burst out of the changing room then, leaving a trail of knocked over hairy bodies like bowling pins in his wake.

The women stretched themselves luxuriously over the large beach mat, wondering where the rest of the opposite gender had gone. Hmph, and they say women take too long in the washrooms! The only exception to that was September, who had miraculously gotten out faster than any of them.

"My," Angela commented to Safira as the sage set up the beach parasol without a word, "Your assisstant is...so...efficient and meticulous. I'm almost envious."

"You have to train them well." The high wizard whispered secretively to the paladin, September stiffened for just a fraction of a second before proceeding with his setup.

Angela wanted to know what she meant by 'train'.

"I'll give you some tips," Safira smiled deviously, "You can try them on your husband when he gets back too."

The paladin rolled her eyes, IF the pompous lamp post of a high priest would come back anytime soon without sandal marks all over his face.

Hiroki approached their spot from a distance away, not one of the three people looked like Yuresia and, thankfully, Luzien. When he got close enough, he raised a hand in some gesture of greeting.

"Hey guys--"

Then he spotted HER down the beach.

"AAAH! A ZEALOTUS! Quick! Aspersio! Impostio Manus! Get a mace! DO SOMETHING BEFORE SHE SUMMONS NAKED ABUSED MEN!"

"Shut up, Hiroki." Yuresia the scholar snapped and approached, an ice cream cone in each hand, the high priest stopped fretting and looked her up and down. She had on a low v-necked onepiece swimsuit that was half red and half black. Her long blue hair flowed down to her waist. From a distance, she really did look like that notorious dominatrix monster.

"Yure! Uh..." His eyes darted off to the surroundings, blue water, blue sky, pink sand, but refrained from looking straight ahead and towards her chest area, "This is...haha, not what I was expecting..."

She shoved one of the ice creams into his hands, green tea, his favourite flavour. "Thanks for the compliment."

Safira and Angela made a silent "ooooh" sound with their mouths and winced behind him as the scholar brushed past and sat herself down on the carpets with her own cold dessert.

That was...really really smooth.

End Part 2
A/N: I'd never get this finished! NEVER!