Alright, so this one may turn some people off and I don't blame you; just look at the title of this chapter. Well, for the people out there that don't know what Kuroinu is, it's a doujin visual novel of the adult variety containing fairly sexually explicit material. Like a fair number of visual novels, it contains a route for each girl involved. And let's be honest, this game isn't for the faint of heart even for being an h-visual novel which at times can get weird, especially when it concerns certain fetishes. If you search them up, you'll know which ones they are without having to read them. But back to this specific game/novel. All of the girls' routes don't end well. There are only two routes that end "good" despite still being bad from our perspective. That being Chloe's and princess Prim's. Olga's is one of the more depressing routes to play when you see the ending. To be honest, now that I think about it, I think that Claudia's is a close second.
The main thing that I wanted to explore in this by intentionally getting the two characters that have some of the worst arcs in the visual novel out of the cruel world they're in and drop them into another world in which everything is different and nothing is what it seems on the surface. One where myth and legend speak of the age in which they lived but are treated as tales, fables, and parables. This would essentially be a "fish out of water" story with trying to cope with the fact that their homeland doesn't exist anymore and they're stuck in a world with purely humans and neither have magic.
I also wanted to focus on a small town in our world due to how I wanted to set this up. This will take place in a small town like the one seen in the show Fargo. The human main character is going to a small town's sheriff to allow for certain things later on if the idea continues past this pilot. I liked the sheriff of Fargo as he gave off that he was a hard-ass but for his officers' own good. That's going to be the personality I'm going to go with, a hard-ass with a heart of gold.
Summary: In one final attempt at escape after Vault seals her powers, Olga summons the last bit of magic she has to try and escape with Chloe and shockingly does. However, it's not a "friendly" land she's arrived in, but a land that lives post-magic lives where technological advances and science rule. These two hate humans but find themselves in the care of a human. Can they put their hatred of humans aside for personal survival?
Rating: Unknown because the source material is an h-doujin/hentai, but be assumed that it is mature.
Pairing(s): M!OC/Olga/Chloe(?). This has yet to be decided and I have no idea exactly how I want to handle this due to my previous statements on multi-pairings in the past.
Disclaimer: I only own my copy of MS Word and my desktop. Kuroinu belongs to the appropriate rights holders for the visual novel, manga, and anime adaptation respectively. See the foreword for the full disclaimer. I am also not an officer of the law, ergo most of my knowledge of procedure and other police things will be gathered from sources such as Google, Donut Operator, and TV when applicable.
Disclaimer, the second: Please note that this was conceived and written before the current unrest going on in the US. This is not a story to encourage support for one side or another. This is just a story concerning some people in a fictional world, there is nothing more to it.
Warning: There will be some language in this that is considered sexual, mainly near the beginning due to most of it being ripped from the hentai itself. There will be further sexual content that may be disturbing for some readers. If you are sensitive to this type of material, please stop reading now as while it will be handled as carefully as possible it may still not be to your liking.
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Olga Discordia was defeated. The human named Vult or Vault, she didn't care for such a lowly human as him, invaded her lands at the behest and bankrolling of Celestine Lucullus and her Princess Knight Alliance. She hated the light-skinned elf. She paraded herself around like a goddess while Olga clawed her way out of her sub-species' cursed role of being sexual playthings for anything with a penis. She formed an army and took over a small patch of land on what was ancestrally Dark Elf lands. From there she masterminded the fall of the Seven Shields Alliance. And she was winning, that is until Vult and his human and monster army carved through her lands to her tower. She was taken prisoner and her first lieutenant was taken as a sexual plaything by the capturing army. However, she didn't expect their next move, to now move upon Celestine herself using her old tower as a base of operations to form a new Empire, something that they called a 'Cuntry'. And no, that was not a misspelling either. If there was one thing that she honored, it was the time-honored traditions of honor and loyalty, even if she killed many humans who said that they abode by it. But Vult? He had no honor. He was just a lying, cheating, piece of scum that she would revel in the pleasure of killing.
The second day after her capture, the opportunity came. His mercenary guards marched into her dungeon that she was now a resident of, and led her with the threat of death to her former throne room. She could hear the sounds of the female form being ravished and the recipient unwilling echoing through the halls. Then, it just stopped followed by grunting and groaning, the specific kind after someone has been ravished. The answer to who this was received an answer when she entered her former throne room. The smell consisted of sweat, salt, chlorine, and musk; the scent that a room would have after sex. The floor was a complete mess, covered in the seminal fluids of the ogres that were responsible due to them a) being covered it themselves, and b) being naked. As for the victim in all of it, she looked down near the foot of her throne's elevated seat to see her lieutenant Chloe lying there on her back, legs spread bare like a common whore for Vult despite him being completely clothed still. Olga looked upon her soiled lieutenant with a critical gaze, not giving away her true feelings on the matter, that of rage.
Chloe looked up towards Vult with doe-like eyes and the voice of a woman enraptured in lust. "Master Vult, can I get my own reward?" she asked in a borderline half-lidded gaze. She was clearly drunk on a dopamine rush from what happened to her. That or Vult's magician used vile magics on Chloe.
"Didn't you hear what my aide said? We have brought her to be raped as you had requested," Vult said in his vile voice. Olga was completely silent as she mulled over her options.
The ogres grabbed Chloe's arms and started to drag her away. "No, I want more!" she whined. "I want more cum!" she drunkenly mewled as fluids leaked out of her. Olga had to keep her head forward and 'ignore' her lieutenant. She didn't want to, but she couldn't afford to show weakness, even if she cared deeply for Chloe.
Vult laughed in some misguided attempt to scare her as he stood up. "It seems that I am no longer welcome in certain places," he boomed. "There's something that I've been dying to know: I wonder if a dark elf can become pregnant from a human." Her arms tensed up as he said that, which went completely unnoticed as his men cheered.
The ogres encroached on her and she clasped her fist in anger. She knew what they were going to do to her and what they were going to continue to do to Chloe. She had to act fast. She knew that she had some supporters in the dark elf community that harbored a hard grudge against humans and the other races that they allied against. She could use them to build a new army of loyal beings. She could even find countries that harbored a grudge against Celestine and her Seven Shield Alliance and use humans and other species to do her bidding to get her revenge. They were getting close, so she had to act fast.
To buy time for the two spells she needed to weave together, she laughed in defiance. This caught Vult and his men off guard. "I would never submit to a rotten bunch of stupid worms like you," she said in further defiance. She then proceeded to summon her staff. "I'm taking this back." She proceeded to raise it above her head and channeled all of the magic might she had been saving up the entire time she had been captured. She used a low-powered teleportation spell to summon Chloe to her side, her freshly fluid covered body; she then powered up the big spell she had been planning on: a long-distance translocation spell.
Lightning surrounded her as the spell wove itself together at her will. To Vult, he watched on as the chirping of the lightning became more and more intense. Finally, a large explosion happened. What was left was a blackened spot and small crater and surrounding it were the bodies of the ogres that were going to ravish Olga like they did Chloe, they were all blackened by electrical burns and currently deceased. There was nothing left.
"What happened?" he demanded of his advisor.
The brown-haired wizard pushed his glasses up and examined the center of the blast zone. "it appears that she may have killed herself and lieutenant in defiance," the advisor replied.
"May have, or did?" Vult pressed.
The advised paused and palmed some of the soot still there. "It will take me some time to analyze the remains of the spell to determine its purpose."
"How long until our declarations of war and self-legitimacy arrive at the Seven Shields?"
"About a week."
"And our invitation to the enemies of the Seven Shields leadership to join our Cuntry's forces?"
"Four days even with our fastest couriers."
Vult sat back down on his throne. "You have four days to determine the intent of her spell. If we want to have allies on our side, we need to make sure that they're fully in the know. We need to know if Olga is still out there attempting to amass another army, or if she's dead."
"It will be done, but I will need more magic users to assist me in determining its purpose."
"We will find more magicians; it is only a matter of time."
For Olga and Chloe, one moment they were in the Black Tower, the next they were in a dark room. Olga sighed in relief, they were safe, but where were they? Before she could question anything further, her staff broke in half and the jewel that was used as a magical focus shattered into a thousand tiny shards. Both of them were in a dark room of some kind. The more their eyes adjusted to the dark the more she realized that they were in a bedroom of some kind, but it appeared that it was fairly well off, but it wasn't any kind of castle. It appeared to be a domicile of a well-off person.
She looked at Chloe who was still in her altered mental state and was starting to complain about not being ravished by ogres. In an attempt to comfort her close friend, she started to stroke Chloe's hair. She knew Chloe when she recovered the young girl when she escaped her owner by pure happenstance. She was a sex slave to the awful human and was conditioned to accept his most brutal 'punishments' as pleasure. It had been almost fifteen years since Chloe joined her and she was currently in the same mental state in which she was holding her now.
Before she could do anything or say anything, she heard a door open and the jangling of keys. She froze up as the door closed and what sounded like a lock locked. "Jesus, Domino did you shit somewhere again? Something smells awful, like something's burning," a man said. The keys were set down on a wooden surface. "Where is that furball anyway?" Olga heard a meow and turned around to see a black cat with a white blotch of fur over one eye. It jumped on Chloe's head and then pounced off, running out of the room. "There you are," he said. She heard the cat purr as its head was scratched.
Knowing that she had no magical powers without her staff, she covered Chloe's mouth. As she did, Chloe started to murmur, "Master, quit teasing me. Fuck me already! Fill me with cum!" Chloe being in this mental state wasn't helping things.
Olga's eyes went wide as this didn't go unheard by the man. "You didn't turn on the Playboy channel, did you, Domino?" he joked with the cat. "What's this?" he asked aloud as he knelt down just out of her line of sight to pick something up. "Looks like a shard of something, kind of like glass," he muttered. He then tensed up and pulled something off of his hip, in the darkness, it looked like a small hand crossbow to Olga. "Anyone there?" he called out. He walked closer to the bedroom and pointed it in her general direction. "This is Sheriff Jerrod Carmine of the Lake Munlathe police department. You are trespassing on private property, come out with your hands up," he commanded. She said nothing, hoping that he would go elsewhere so that she and Chloe could escape. In an event that she didn't foresee, a light came from the front of the weapon and he bathed the bedroom in the light. "What the fuck?"
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I was not having a good day. Well, more like an exhausting day would be more exact. I love this small town of Lake Munlathe, North Dakota but there are times when it starts to get to you. It's in the middle of fucking nowhere and if you want anything, you either need to make a trip to one of the larger towns or cities, or you need to order online and get it delivered. Thank God for Amazon and Prime, am I right? There's not much to do. It's a small town consisting of a main street and several subdivisions mainly made of families that have been here since forever. It's a farming and ranching town primarily these days. There are a small grade and high school building that held around a hundred total students from grades K to 12. Main street had many 'mom and pop' shops and a diner that had stayed in the same family since the town's founding almost a hundred and fifty years ago. Best apple pies this side of the Mississippi, that's for sure. Sorry, mom, but Missus Blakely has you beat.
This was a town where everyone knew everyone. A town wherein the year 2020 you can still have a traditional Fourth of July neighborhood barbecue in which everyone was invited. But it was also a town in which nothing ever happened. As in, I never had to actually work. No mystery, no 'action' what-so-ever. The worst I've had to deal with was a pack of wolves that was attacking a rancher's livestock with a posse that involved rifles of various calibers. The worst thing we have to deal with are kids drinking at the lake come springtime, specifically during Spring Break, and joyrides with the occasional speeder blowing down the highway.
I pulled up to my home in the aging yet well maintained Crown Victoria. Surprisingly, you can get a lot of land for pretty cheap in a place that people don't want to live. The land that the house was currently on was owned by the previous sheriff who retired five years ago. The position had been vacant and a job posting went out across the country. Figuring that I may as well throw my hat in the ring if for anything to show my ambition for higher positions, I put in an application and the local mayor saw that someone young and talented (although I saw myself as nothing more than average with a good head on my shoulders) and decided to hand me the job after a formal interview that was more-so for posterity. They needed someone young enough to handle challenges that may come up but also to gain experience and pass it on to the next generation of officers. Her words, not mine. My house was a one-floor house on three acres of land. It was a three-bedroom, two-bathroom domicile that had a full and recently remodeled kitchen. The basement had been relatively recently finished as well creating a space for something such as a home theater or a 'man cave' as some would call it.
I would usually park in the garage, but since there was that personal project I was working on that was taking up most of the room right now, I just parked in the driveway. As this was a small town, I didn't even both locking the door to the car outside of just locking it from the inside. I walked up to the door and unlocked as normal, but as soon as I walked inside an odd smell hit my nose immediately.
"Jesus, Domino did you shit somewhere again? Something smells awful, like something's burning," I say as I place my keys down on the small kitchen table. It was an oak table that an old friend had made as a going away gift. It was then I noticed that my cat wasn't nearby as he usually would pop in to make himself known and beg for food. "Where is that furball anyway?" I looked around and the black and white eye-patched ball of fury wandered out of my bedroom. "There you are," I say as I kneel to scratch his head. The furball from hell purred in happiness as his 'hooman' had returned.
"Master quit teasing me. Fuck me already! Fill me with cum!" a woman said in an odd accent. I heard it as muffled and coming from my room.
I looked down at the furry hellion and ask, "You didn't turn on the Playboy channel, did you, Domino?" Then again, I never recalled buying that channel in my cable package anyway. Internet porn was free after all. I looked onto the hardwood floor and saw something. "What's this?" I ask as I pick it up in my nail. "Looks like a shard of something, kind of like glass," I mutter. It was red, but it didn't look like glass; more like a jewel. I could have sworn I heard something coming from my bedroom. Domino was already wandering towards the sofa he loved to curl up on, so it couldn't have been him. "Anyone there?" I call out as I draw my service pistol and hold it in a ready stance. It's a Glock 19 G5 double stack 9mm pistol that I had recently gotten as an upgrade. The main thing about this pistol was that it had an underbarrel flashlight.
"This is Sheriff Jerrod Carmine of the Lake Munlathe police department. You are trespassing on private property, come out with your hands up," I call out in a commanding voice. There was no answer, but looking into my room, I could swear there was something in there. There was no answer and I flicked on the flashlight attachment. I point it forward into my room, my dominant eye lining up with the glow-sights, and the only response I could come up with was a confused, "What the fuck?"
Inside my bedroom on the floor were two women, two very beautiful women but there was something extremely off about them. The first thing was their ears, they were pointed and very long, much too long to be human. It was almost like they matched up with the old folk tales from Europe that nan had read to me as a child about the appearance of elves. Both of their skin was dark, much too dark to be tanned but a natural milk chocolate-like coloring. One of them, the taller of the two who was holding the other, had extremely long, black hair and the other an almost ashen white and was almost as long, but in a ponytail. Not bleached, but ashen; specifically, ashen. But even odder was their clothing choice, it wasn't practical by any means.
Starting with the black-haired woman. She was wearing almost nothing at all. Her lower body consisted of what looked like purple, leather leggings or stockings primarily made of strips of leather or other material which, now that he looked at it, were more like boots; they went up to about thigh height. She wore a very skimpy looking thong which connected to a pair of leather strip looking pieces of material that looked like drapes more than anything else to cover her breasts. They did curve inward towards her body as to provide some kind of support for her breasts. It didn't even appear to go around the back of her back where it could connect, it just hung there to spite Sir Isaac Newton. On her arms were more of the leather looking strips in an opera glove looking ensemble, just without the glove portion of what would have made it a glove. To top the ensemble off, she was wearing a crown of sorts and her ears were pierced with two golden hoop rings each, and they were perfectly symmetrical.
The second woman, the ashen haired one, wore something that at least made sense to the sensibilities to Sir Isaac Newton. She too was scantily clad. Well, for her that may have once been the case, but I could see that her clothing had been manipulated to allow access to her breasts and sexual organs; however, I could see what it once was. She was wearing the remains of a top that was cut away around her cleavage and abdomen to show off her milk-chocolate skin. It made sense to physics as the blue material wrapped around her back to connect to a collar and the rest of her outfit. The bottom portion of her top, specifically where the hem would be, connected to garter belt looking attachments that attached to low, thigh-high boots and stockings. This also had a spot for the thong that she too was wearing to connect to the outfit. Again, like her companion, the bust 'support' defied the laws of gravity, but it at least was connected to something. But this wasn't her current state. The first thing that stood out was the smell, it was of chlorine. Any boy who had gone through puberty and tried to hide it from their parents knew what that stench was. She was covered in seminal fluids as well as it leaking out of her orifices. She had a 'cum drunk' look on her face which he had only seen in porn and specifically animated porn from Japan. Her thong had been ripped aside leaving it hanging on by a single string. Her bust support and been pulled down to expose her breasts and nipples.
In all, both of them looked like they were on their way back from an anime convention, but they were hundreds of miles, if not a thousand, from the nearest convention, and obviously, it had gone wrong. The thing that stood out to me that was completely odd were the ears, they didn't look fake at all; they looked completely real. Either this was due to some kind of cosmetic surgery or there was something else going on. Being that my job is to serve and protect, I went into the latter and holstered my weapon. I knelt to the ash-haired woman and examined her.
"Stay away from her, you worm!" the black-haired woman shrieked. "I will not allow you to harm her any further!" she started to weakly hit me.
"God damn it, woman. I'm an officer of the law, I'm trying to help your friend. If I wanted to harm you, I would have shot the two of you and be done with it."
"You humans are all the same, you rape and pillage us, and force us into sex slavery no matter what you say!" she snarled.
This woman was clearly hysterical. Her friend was bruised and blatantly sexually assaulted, but didn't have any other injuries. "Listen, I'm trying to help her and you can either shut up and help me or I can put you in cuffs and you can sleep it off down at the station," I calmly bark back.
Before she could bite back another retort, the unexpected happened. The ash-haired woman pounced on me, forcing me on my back. "Master," she mewled, "please stop teasing me and fill all my holes with your thick~, hard~ rod~." One of her hands was caressing and squeezing my member through my uniform's pants while the other spread her lower parts. "Fill my womb to the brim with your thick~, manly~ seed~."
This was getting out of hand. She needed to be subdued. "I'm sorry about this in advance," I honestly said. I did feel bad for the woman. Something terrible happened to her and her brain was coping with it as best it could with what she knew, apparently. I'm not a shrink. But she needed to be addressed. I pulled out my Taser, aimed the laser at her abdomen, and pulled the trigger. She fell to the side in a lump of soiled flesh clenching her teeth as the fifty thousand volts were sent through her body. Eventually, the slow feeling seconds faded and she passed out.
"What did you do to her!?" her companion screeched.
"Subdued her with a non-lethal weapon. She'll feel like shit when she wakes up, but she'll be fine," I reply as I get up and kneel next to the woman, removing the barbs of the Taser from her flesh. "I had to be hit with one of these before I could carry it. She'll be sore and may feel a tingling sensation that will pass." She was still covered in seminal fluids and was assaulted by someone. While excessively uncommon in the town, the occasional sexual assault did happen and assault kits were still placed in each cruiser on the off chance it happened. "Stay here and keep her still," I order. I went out to my car and pulled the kit out of the trunk. I collected some of the fluids with the kit with the intent to send it off to the lab tomorrow morning. And yes, it was as disgusting as I imagined it. "Who are you two?" The other woman said nothing. "You aren't doing yourselves any good being uncooperative; I'm the sheriff of this town."
"You don't know who I am?" she scoffed.
"No, never seen you before. Otherwise, why would I be asking who you are?" I retort.
"I am Olga Discordia, queen of the dark elves."
I could only give a look of disbelief and skepticism. "No, really, who are you?"
"I told you who I am. You must be the dumbest human on this planet!"
"Uh-huh, and where's your kingdom?" I say in a very snide rebuttal.
"To the north of Eostia."
I laughed, "That place doesn't exist on this planet!"
"You must be an absolute rock brained moron! Eostia is the largest set of kingdoms in the land."
"You're in the fucking United States of America a sovereign nation that consists of almost a third of the North American continent. Specifically, you're in the town of Lake Munlathe in the state of North Dakota."
"I've never heard of this United States of America. And I would have known of such a large nation."
"Well, welcome to my world!" I turn my attention to the woman out on the ground. "Fucking elves, who would have guessed?" I mutter. "What's her name?"
"Chloe."
"No grandiose title? Princess of the elves? Slayer of shadow beasts?" I poke fun at the whole situation as a coping mechanism while I work.
"She's my lieutenant and close friend. She never knew who her parents were and therefore doesn't have a family name."
I didn't have a snide remark or anything disparaging to say at that. One of my best friends growing up was adopted, it was clear that Olga saw Chloe in a weird hybrid of a sister and daughter role in her life. "Listen, my job is to help those in my town that are in trouble; this is an oversimplification of my job as a sheriff. I don't care about any flack that you have had with humans in the past. I only care about the here and now. Help me help you. What happened to your friend?"
She explained her entire life story. She was the queen of a nation that hated humans. Humans conquered the old dark elf lands hundreds of years ago and ever since her people were subjected to sexual slavery. The dark elves were an odd race. They could mate with humans, but their offspring were always dark elves and always girls; ergo the entire dark elf race was all female. In the days of old, days long forgotten to those that weren't dark elves, they would venture out and seek a mate that had the physical characteristics that they desired in the next generation and would then mate with them. Then, once pregnant they would return to their lands to have and raise their children, and then the cycle would begin anew when the next generation of dark elf women left.
Her lands were conquered by certain human populations and she was left parentless. Her people were enslaved and since they were long-lived, they remained in the same family for hundreds of years, siring many bastard children that would then be sold off to other masters and the process would begin anew. She delved into the dark arts and discovered a way to gather an army of monsters that she could use as a tool as they gathered to feed off of her dark powers. She explained how she used them to attack humans, high elf, and other races' settlements. This forced the strongholds in each of the territories and the leaders of them, the Princess Knights (noble ladies who had formidable fighting prowess) to rally together and form an army to oppose Olga's monster army. However, when this wasn't enough, a call to action and the posting of a rather large bounty was put out for the capture of Olga, to which many mercenary companies answered. The one that eventually overthrew her was named the Black Dogs. However, they did something completely unexpected. They decided to flip on their employers but yet not swapping sides. They formed their own side.
The Black Dogs had decided to create their own nation, based upon the borders of Olga's self-established kingdom as an initial starting point, that they called the 'Cuntry'. And no, that was not a misspelling. The Cuntry was founded on the philosophy that all women were now sex slaves to men. Only men that were married were allowed to keep their wives. All other women were going to be bought and sold as living fleshlights for the pleasure of their male owners. This horrified me. I was not ignorant of history. I knew that conquering nations in the eras before democratic nations would rape and pillage women and other resources. The biggest example of this practice being performed was Genghis Khan. In fact, if you're Asian and do a genealogy test, chances of you being a direct descendant of the Great Khan was extremely high. But the fact that this Vult character decided to betray the people that were paying him is what made him the most two-faced bastard I had ever heard of. They had taken her stronghold and had raped Chloe into the stupor she was still in when she had attempted to assault me. In a last-ditch effort, Olga had performed a translocation spell that allowed her to escape, but it had dropped her into my bedroom.
While this was being explained, we carried Chloe to the master bathroom and I got the bath running. The electricity and internal plumbing amazed her. It was like magic, but it wasn't. He had allowed her privacy to strip down her friend and dispose of the damaged, erotic, and questionably functional clothing she wore. Once a towel had covered most of Chloe's nakedness, he helped Olga get her into the hot water. At that point, he left them alone. The mirror in the bathroom allowed him to keep a non-perverted eye on them to see if they were trying to attempt something.
I sat at my kitchen island contemplating what I should do. Olga's words were earnest, he couldn't sense a hint of falsity towards him in her tale. He had felt Chloe's ear when moving her into the tub, those ears were real. They spoke of places that didn't exist in my world but were real to them, and vice versa. On one hand, I could call up dispatch and take them downtown to have them examined by a psychiatrist and have them sent to a mental hospital. Any sane man in my position would do the same. Slap the cuffs on, charge them for trespassing, hand them off to the county. Out of sight, out of mind. On the other hand, if I kicked them out now, they'd be on the streets. How much of this insanity did I truly want to get myself involved in?
On the granite countertop, my grandfather's old Navy zippo sat in its rustic and polished luster. I picked it up and flipped the lid open and ignited it, let it burn for a few moments, then flipped the lid shut. I repeated this multiple times over the course of an hour. During this entire time, I contemplated my options. I walked into the spare bedroom and pulled out a set of sleepwear that my sister had left from her last visit a few weeks ago and forgot some clothes by accident. I didn't know if it would fit, I wasn't someone that knew someone's sizes just by looking at them, but it was at least something.
I approached the bathroom with it. "What do you want?" Olga snarled.
"It's a peace offering," I say as I set the set of clothing on the sink's countertop. "It's for your friend considering her previous outfit is pretty trashed at this point." I paused and let her grab it. I let out a sigh as I continued. "Listen, I don't know what kind of hell hole you got yourself out of, but I can guarantee that where you ended up is better. Do you truly want to go back, considering what outcomes you have in front of you, what you have told me probably lies in wait?"
She was silent and pulled at the plug that held the water in the tub, I could hear it starting to drain as it had a very distinctive sound. "How do I know that you're not lying to me and that you're not in some far-off kingdom just waiting to enslave me."
I could only shrug. "You don't know. But I can show you around town tomorrow to show you just what a place you're in. I can guarantee you this: you're in a better place here than you were there. If you want to carve a life for yourself and your friend here, no one will stop you from trying to live a peaceful life." She didn't say anything. "Just… think about it. We don't have magic here or ways to travel inter-dimensionally so we'd be very little help there." I walked past the door and stopped after passing it. "I'm setting up the guest bedrooms, you can sleep there for the night."
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Olga didn't know what to think of the human whose home they found themselves in. He was courteous and extremely professional in the sense that even though he had two virtually defenseless women within reach, one of which practically offered herself to him in a 'cum drunk' stupor. She knew that she wasn't physically strong. She was highly adept at magic even without a focus, but without a focus, she couldn't perform any complex spells as well as nothing complex enough to significantly stop an opponent that had a physical edge. She was essentially a glass cannon. This man could have easily taken advantage of her as well, but didn't.
She helped Chloe out of the bathtub and dried her off with the remarkably well-crafted towel. She then dressed her in the clothing that the sheriff had provided her. It wasn't some slave outfit, but what looked like just a long-sleeved shirt and long pants. The only thing that was considered lewd about it was how tight it was in the chest and that Chloe's midriff was showing but that was it. She shoulder carried Chloe into the only other room that was lit up. Inside Jerrod had already peeled the covers of a moderately large bed away. He came over and lifted her on the bed and laid the covers over her.
"You can sleep in here if you want," he said in a hushed voice. "Otherwise there is another bedroom, although its mainly being used as office space and has most of my paperwork lying about in it. On second thought, the couch may be better." He proceeded to direct her out of the room, turned off the light, and pointed to the large black couch in the center of the main sitting room. "It's comfortable and it wouldn't be the first time someone has slept on it."
"I will remain in the same room as Chloe," Olga answered.
He only shrugged. "As you wish. I only have only one set of sleepwear that my sister accidentally left over. I have other stuff if you'd rather sleep in that, mostly baggy clothing."
"I am fine."
"Alright." He walked over to the kitchen and started to pull things out. "I'm going to stay up longer, go ahead and get some sleep, you look like you need it. Use the bath if you want."
"Don't tell me what to do, worm!" she seethed. He lifted his hands in some kind of feigned offense. She turned around and marched into the bathroom.
"Extra towels are in the cabinet," he called after her. With that, she slammed the door shut.
XxXxXxX
"Yeah, sure, slam the door," I mutter as I pulled the smoked pork that my brother-in-law had smoked with me a few days ago from the fridge. "That won't wake your sleeping friend up."
I decided the only thing to do was to make some late dinner for myself. The easiest thing was a grilled cheese with the aforementioned pulled pork. One part easy, one part delicious. I heard the water turn on and turn off a few minutes later. She must have been paying attention to me when I operated it earlier. The gas stovetop warmed the battered frying pan as fast as it always did and I started 'lazy cooking'. I always loved gas ranges, probably the best for frying or other range-based cooking. The oven though wasn't that great. I should probably see what a Thor range is going for these days.
It only took a few minutes to complete my culinary masterpiece. Figuring I needed something else, I looked in the fridge and pulled out a Miller High Life. It looked like it had been in here a while, probably since the staff party last Christmas which at this point was at least four months ago. I twisted the cap off the bottle and tossed the cap into the trash. Taking a sip, it tasted like it was going to be going bad soon. Well, at least I'll be able to make beer bread soon if it all goes skunky. I stood at the kitchen counter and whipped out my smartphone to turn on the TV. Using the remote-control app, I flicked through the channels until I found cable news. I hated cable news, no matter which station you went to either there was left-wing bias or right-wing bias, never anything in the middle for the everyman. Well, there were channels for that, but they were on YouTube. However, if you could read between the lines, you could glean information to look into later.
Looks like SpaceX is going forward with launching two NASA astronauts next month. Big achievement to bring the US back into independent space launches again. If I could get off and had more vacation days, I would consider going down to see it. China was making moves again in the South China Sea and two Arleigh Burke-class destroyers based out of Japan were sent out as a big ole' middle finger as a response. Seeing that the anchor was starting to get political, I flipped the channel to the Weather Channel. Looks like this week is going to sunny or partially cloudy for the most part. Not bad for spring. Flipping it over to ESPN I got the lowdown about the Cubs' spring training not going well.
The bathroom door opened and out stepped a stark-naked Olga who walked towards the bathroom. I won't lie here. While her outfit was revealing, the removal of any clothing proved that her skin color was au natural and not tanned. Her ass was so tight that you could probably bounce a quarter off of it. Her breasts were so firm and perky that she could easily give one of those supermodels that you see in sports magazines boob envy. And that figure, c'est manifique; a perfect hourglass figure. Her hips rocked up and down as she walked almost in a primal sexual beckoning, begging for attention from the opposite sex to 'come hither'; i.e., me. Though this sight of her only lasted a second as she walked out of my line of sight and towards the bedroom door, I'll never forget that.
"Stop staring at me, you worm," she said louder than she probably expected to say it.
"Well, you're walking around stark naked in my home. You're the one breaking social etiquette," I rebut her statement.
"What would you know about social etiquette?" she snarked.
"I know the first thing is that you don't go around naked in someone's house unless you're gonna screw 'em." She could only huff around the corner. "G'night, queenie," I said as I got the last laugh. "Ha." Ok, that wasn't meant to be said aloud. Blame the bad booze. I heard the door close down the hall as a result of that. I shrugged it off as I normally did. As long as someone didn't actively harm me, I brush it off; I kind of always was this way.
Finishing my 'gourmet' meal, I found myself back in my bedroom and booted up my PC. I loaded Discord on up and started a call with an old friend. "Wassap Big J?" he asked. It sounded like he had been drinking a little. "How's being a sheriff in a hick town treating you."
"Not much and not bad, Jeremy," I reply. Jeremy was an old friend from college, more so we were roommates that shared a dorm and then eventually a room at a fraternity. Many good times were had, especially that epic night with the Swedish twins where he played wingman. "You streaming right now?" I ask as I look and see that he was streaming something.
"Yeah."
"Can you take a short break? I need to discuss something with you, something kind of sensitive."
"Sure. Hey guys," he addressed his audience. "I'm going to go on a short break to talk with a friend, be back soon. Grab some snacks and drinks and I'll be right back." He then turned his attention to me. "Ok, I'm muted on stream, what did you want to talk about?" I explained the entire situation, hypothetically, of course. "How come this sounds like something that actually happened?" he asked suspiciously.
"Other than it would be extremely illogical. I mean, dark-skinned elves? Fantasy stuff," I try to play it off.
He can't see me since I'm audio-only, but he knows that tone. "Other than the fact you like fantasy stuff? Come on, dark elf babes? Totally your cup of tea, if it was real, that is." I could tell that he was going to try and urge it out of me that what I said was real. "Dark skin that of chocolate, tig ol' biddies, plump and tight ass? You're living the dream brother!"
"Ha, ha. You're such a comedian," I deadpan in reply
"I try," he shrugged.
"But seriously, what would you do in that scenario?"
"Since we're talking about a 'hypothetical' scenario, I'd try and seduce them and willingly make them my women. But since this feels so 'real'," he made sure to put up air quotes, "I'd give them a place to stay, get them set up for success, maybe help with job interviews, and then try and seduce them."
"You haven't changed at all, have you," I laughed. "Won't your wife make you sleep on the couch based on how you're speaking about another woman?"
"The ball and chain? Pft. Nah. If anything she'll make me make it up to her somehow."
"Thanks for the input, I'll keep it in mind."
"And make sure you record the sex tape and send it to me," he laughed.
"You seriously want to see me dicking down a woman? Sounds kind of gay," I joked.
He waved it off, "Yeah, like you never beat yourself off watching hetero porn and imagining that the guy was you."
"Yeah, yeah," I dismissed him. "Gotta get going, got work in the morning."
"Before you go though," he stopped me. "It sounds like whatever those two escaped from was a pretty serious thing. I mean, this is magic you're talking about. Potentially," he corrected. "God knows what kind of shit that can do. If it can transport two, albeit very sexy, elf women into your bedroom (and yes, the irony and joke isn't lost on me), what else can it do? It could either make you as hung like a horse or mind control you into killing your closest friends. Even if this scenario is 'hypothetical', I would be careful as I would also assume that those from their world would also have similar abilities."
"You stay safe too, LA isn't the safest of places these days." He waved and ended the call. Jeremy, as much as he was sexually deviant at times, had a point. This magic that Olga had access to, it could be used in numerous ways ranging from beneficial for the self or for many, or selfishly and harmfully used towards others. It made me wonder what camp she was in. Should I keep my distance and kick them out or should I attempt to help them as my station of a sheriff would be held to? I looked down at my floor, the epicenter that they arrived in. I'd have to have the carpeting replaced.
Peering out of my room and down the hall, I saw the kit on the kitchen table. I knew that there was only one thing to do about it. I had to know. I paged through my phone's contacts to find a specific contact and initiated a call with them. It rang for a while but then connected.
"Yeah?" a gruff and very tired or annoyed man replied.
"Terrance, it's me, Jerrod," I say.
"Jerrod, why the hell are you calling me at midnight?"
"I need a favor."
"Couldn't it wait until morning?"
"No. I needed you in the loop first."
"You've got one minute."
"I calling in one of the two markers you owe me," I say. The pause was long and extremely uncomfortable.
"Jesus, Jerrod," he said in almost reverent worry. "What the hell did you get yourself into?"
"I need you to analyze a body fluid sample, completely off the record. Our eyes only."
"Why can't this be sent to the state police? I know your town doesn't have a crime lab. And why does this need to be so hush-hush?"
"You wouldn't believe me even if I told you. I need the FBI field office's crime lab. I know what level of analysis can be performed with it and how fast it can get results. You can spin it off as being some classified investigation."
"You realize if the Director or anyone else catches wind of this both of us will lose our badges."
"I'm well aware, but this is important."
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. It lasted well over five minutes. The only reason I knew the line was still active was that I could hear breathing in the back, more than likely from his wife. "Fine," was his answer.
"I'll send a deputy to your office with the package."
"Fine. I'll text you when I have the package. This better be the last favor you ask of me for a while."
"Deal," I answer and end the call. My mind wandered to the burned mark on the carpet and it was only now did the smell of burned various synthetic fibers hit my nose. Yeah, there was no way I was going to get any sleep with that. "To the couch, it is," I mutter. I changed into a set of sleep pants and an undershirt and grab a spare sheet from my linen closet and threw it over the couch. I then went through my nightly lockup and shutdown. Making sure all doors were locked and all lights were off. I left the bathroom light on with the door closed in case my house guests got up in the middle of the night. I made sure to put my sidearm in the TV cabinet to keep it close at hand yet unseen and unknown to my guests. The soft leather and padding of the couch lulled me into sleep.
XxXxXxX
Fog was all around me. It wasn't normal, it appeared to be an off-colored gray. Almost like smoke, although there was no tell-tale sign of anything burning. There was a gust of wind and the fog cleared to reveal a village, well, more like a castle town. As I walked down the cobbled street, I saw that there were many burned-out buildings primarily made of wood and stone. However, something didn't seem right about this town. My feet continued to carry me through the town. I saw women, as bare as the day that they were born, being raped in the streets; their pleas for help that would never come. Their bodies covered in and filled with seed. My body refused to move; my feet kept me walking a path towards the castle itself. I saw a raised stage where women of various shapes and sizes were chained and collared, disgusting men below holding up bags of coin and shouting out numbers bidding for the women for sale. Some requesting a 'taste of the merchandise'; it disgusted me. Yet my path remained locked in place.
Throughout my walk, no one stopped me; it was like I was a ghost, spirit, or observer. I walked inside of the castle, the guards clad in black armor with a sigil of a wolf or dog emblazoned on one of the pauldrons of the armor in a contrasted white. They spoke about which girl they were going to taste today; considering what I had seen in my walk, I knew what they were going to do. I entered the throne room to view what could only be described as an orgy, the smell of musk and sweat permeated the massive room. The sounds of women moaning in pleasure and men grunting as they thrust inside echoed off of the stone walls and exited outside.
The women, in this case, were just nine of them for an entire crowd of horny men and monsters. The first was extremely short, maybe waist height on me (two to three feet high) and she was being penetrated by massive members belonging to orcs that somehow fit inside her, but didn't cause internal hemorrhaging. She was somehow taking two on at the same time, from in front and behind respectively. Whenever one finished, another would take its place and they would go to the back of a line. The second woman had short pink hair; a pixie cut I believe it is called. She wasn't doing much better being spit-roasted over a table and appeared to be limp legged but still was completely conscious.
The third was a little stranger than the last two. She had black hair in what I think is called a 'hime' cut if I remember my old anime correctly. She looked to be of Japanese descent based upon physical traits. The men assaulting her only used her ass and she was completely into it begging for more. I had to change my mind on what was considered strange on the next two. A long-locked, pink-haired girl with what appeared to be both sets of equipment was taking another girl with long, blonde hair from behind. But at the same time, she was being taken from behind by a pig looking man (pigman?) and another pigman was occupying the blonde's mouth. The pink-haired girl was enjoying it, the blonde appeared to just be going through the motions. The next woman didn't look well off at well. She would have the classic physical description of a MILF with long, brown hair; however, she appeared to be in the late weeks of pregnancy and was pretty much ready to burst. She was riding one man, another was occupying her mouth, and she was surrounded by other men either being jerked off by her or were actively doing it themselves. She looked dead inside and appeared almost be like a flesh robot.
At the base of the throne, the last of the seven women below the throne was being treated similarly like the brown-haired woman, except she wasn't pregnant. She was a blonde-haired elf with the fairest skin he had ever seen on a woman. Her figure was that of very buxom, wide-hipped, and large assed elf. Her green eyes were filled with lust as she bucked her hips as she rode her partner. Her hands were used to jerk off those around her and the savages even used her silken hair as a way to get themselves off. She appeared to be the one covered in the most fluids, milk leaking from her teats as she repeatedly climaxed.
All of this was disturbing to me. All of it was wrong and it was further confirmed what I saw next. On the throne sat a black-haired man that sort of looked like if Guts from Berserk got less 'swol' and gained some kind of god complex; the maniacal look in his face gave it away. On his lap bounced an extremely pregnant Olga who looked robotic and empty. Beneath her and in between the man's legs, on her knees, Chloe suckled the man's balls as her hands massaged her own breasts and groin.
The man laughed as he slapped Olga's pregnancy swollen breasts and ass. "All hail the Cuntry! All hail the sex empire!" he cried out. This was echoed by all the men, and the pink-haired girl, back. This angered me, I wished I could pull out my Glock and put three rounds into every criminal in this room and this city. What sounded like a warzone erupted although the scenery didn't change. I recognized the caliber types. 5.56, 7.62, 6.5 Creedmoor, 9mm. These all fired from multiple different weapons all at the same time. It bled together like a machinegun of mismatched calibers. When it ended the scene did change.
Instead of being inside of a castle with a debauched orgy filled with criminal scum and once unwilling women, it was my bedroom, and, on my bed, a very pregnant Olga was bouncing on top of me and not that Berserk ripoff. Instead of dead, lifeless eyes of a person who had lost their sense of being, her eyes were that of a lust-filled woman that was having passionate sex with her lover. She leaned down and kissed this odd facsimile of me. Between my spread legs, Chloe was gently suckling at my balls as her one hand snaked past her own pregnant belly and played with her groin, her other hand played with her breasts which leaked milk. The pleased grunting and groaning continued, the sound of wet flesh on flesh slapping against one another until it came to a climax. Hot bodily fluids mixed and voiced joined in a chorus of pleasure, love, and lust. Olga's back arched back, her toes curled, and muscles spasmed in orgasmic bliss. As her high came to an end, she leaned down and passionately kissed this doppelganger of me. She lifted her hips and decoupled us, our groins were stained in our mixed fluids and a borderline obscene and abnormal amount of my seed leaked out from her orifice.
She rolled got off and took a place nestling into my side, taking one of my hands and placing it on her breast encouraging more fondling of her body and milk engorged breasts. As I did, droplets of breast milk leaked from her teats, and her groin continued to leak our mixed fluids onto the bedsheets. Chloe got on her hands and knees and eyed doppelganger me with a hungry look as she crawled forward. Her mouth enveloped my somehow still hard member and she proceeded to clean it of the mixture of mine and Olga's fluids. She sucked on it like an obscene popsicle and when it was satisfactorily clean for her, she moved from base to head and let it leave her mouth with an obscene pop. Her hand started to massage my balls, fondling them gently as she said, "You better have more for me, or I'm going to be disappointed." Her voice held barely contained lust.
"Of course," my doppelganger said. With this response, Chloe straddled me and coupled our groins together which led us to both let out a groan of pleasure. She wasted no time in bouncing on top of me, her breasts that she continued to fondle bouncing. This went on for some time before she and I also cried out in ecstasy and our bodily fluids mixed inside her. She also went stiff and shook in orgasmic bliss; her hands gripped my shoulders hard enough to leave red marks and her toes curled in reflex. Her eyes rolled up and her tongue hung out of her mouth, as well as her head lolling back as she relished in her orgasm. She too leaned down after she came down from her high and kissed my doppelganger passionately.
XxXxXxX
I woke up with a start, my hand coming to my forehead as I massaged my temples. I had some kind of headache. Looking at the coffee table there wasn't anything on it like additional booze that could explain it. I sat up and tried to comprehend what kind of dream I just had viewed. I never was much of a dreamer, most of anything I dreamt would pass moments after awakening and wouldn't be remembered at all. But this one was different; it was so vivid and visceral. The women in that weird castle town were raped and were forced into a situation that they obviously didn't want to be in. That throne room though, that was what stuck with him, mainly the person at the head that appeared to be in charge of it all. I then remembered what Olga said, this Vult character creating a sex empire with the intentionally misspelled country name of 'the Cuntry.'
There was one part that stimulated me, with Olga and Chloe in my bedroom pregnant with what I can only assume were my children performing sexual acts on me with passionate and lustful vigor. This was easily found out as my lifelong friend was stiff as a doornail. What the hell had I seen? I got up and took a cold shower and got dressed in my uniform after. While I was showering, I had my Coffee-Mate coffee maker running. When I emerged from my bedroom it was ready. I poured myself a cup and walked out on the back porch that overlooked a very large back yard which ended in a small shoreline that had a small dock connected to it. This house was actually on the lake and had a shockingly low cost despite it being prime real estate. Setting the mug down on the railing of the porch which consisted of an elevated deck, I pulled a pack of cigarettes and my grandpa's old lighter out and lit up one.
I let the early morning pass as the sun rose. I let my mind wander on the dream that still stuck with me, my now caffeine and nicotine fueled mind analytically running through the dream's events. I wrote down my observations with analytical notes of architecture, analysis of the racial features of the inhabitants themselves as well as the appearance of the other women in that throne room in a notebook I usually kept for thoughts and feelings during the very rare investigation. I also made sure to draw the sigil that was on the flags and the pauldrons of the guards with an abnormal amount of detail. I sketched in high school and college, but it was never this good. It was like I was possessed by a legitimately good artist. On every other page in my notebook, I drew a portrait of each woman that had a fairly detailed face but their body was more generic with body types and height rather than details. On different areas of the body, as this was being done in pencil, I marked hair color and length, skin color, eye color, apparent age, body type, estimated height, and weight. When I was done with the sketches, I put observations on the persons themselves in the dream as I saw them. Although I did put caveats that this may be skewed because of the circumstances.
Once I was satisfied with my drawings and notes, I went back inside after extinguishing the cigarette I finished. Perhaps Olga or Chloe could elaborate or give me insight on the other individuals as they were in the same room in this dream. Perhaps they were connected. I went back into my bedroom and tried to find spare clothes that they could wear, I'd have to take them into town today. I found two spare sets of sweatpants and some oversized t-shirts that my father left with me years ago when they visited last. I did luckily have some clean boxer shorts as well so at least they'd have some undergarments rather than going commando.
I held the clothes in one hand and knocked on the door lightly, hard enough to be heard but soft enough to not be pounding on the door, before opening it. Inside Chloe was clinging to a covered in blanket but nude Olga. I set the clothes on the nightstand and then walked out making sure to turn on the light as I did. "Wakey, wakey, eggs, and bakey!" I call out as I close the door behind me.
"Wha-?" Chloe sleepily muttered as she started to wake up.
"Time to get up, I have a job to go to and I'm not leaving you here. Plus, I said that I'd show you around town. Get up and get dressed, we leave in half an hour."
I waited on my couch and flipped through various emails on my phone while I waited. Eventually, they came out. They both wore the sweatpants which hugged their hips, which was a good thing because I'm not good with clothing sizes, let alone women's sizes. The oversized shirts that they wore worked out perfectly as the hem managed to lay just the bulge of their hips. I could see the faint outline of their nipples pushing against the material, this was something that I hoped to fix in a bit.
"Why do you have us in these clothes, human?" Chloe asked.
"This human has a name, blondie," I reply in a deadpan. I looked to Olga, "I assume you've told her that you both are currently in my home and that I'm a man of the law in this area?" She nodded. "Fantastic. As you don't know who I am, I may as well introduce myself anyway. I am Sheriff Jerrod Carmine of the Lake Munlathe, North Dakota police department. A pleasure to meet you," I say attempting to be as cordial as possible. "And before you say you can't trust me, I get it, I got the rundown from your elf queen last night. Assholes called the Black Dogs, a human country called Eostia, and so on. But no one in my world has that country name."
"Imposs-!"
"Impossible, I know. Eostia is the largest country on the continent," I interrupted. "I already went over this with Olga last night when you were konked out." I stood up and put my phone back into my pants pocket. "Listen, you're in a different world now; a world where none of that exists."
"You just want us as your playthings!" Chloe protested.
"If I wanted to do that you both would have been tied up this morning while you were both sleeping and completely vulnerable, wouldn't you?" I let that hang in the air. "I get you have a massive hate boner for humans and men in general, but where you are now is a completely different place where what you lived in." I let that sink in and turned on the TV, it was currently tuned to the local weather.
"What sorcery is this?" Chloe demanded an answer.
"It's not magic, but advanced technology," I answer. "Although when society advances far enough magic and technology are indistinguishable from each other," I mutter. "Behold! The weather channel! It tells you today's weather forecast," I say in the best 'announcer voice' I can come up with. You know the type, the kind where they're hired to hype some product.
"How do they predict the weather?" Olga asked. She was taking this in a lot better than expected.
"Through science and analysis that I'm not nearly qualified to understand, let alone explain." I proceeded to turn it off. "But I'm late for work, let's go." I lead them outside, well, after giving them spare flip flops I had lying around. Another expense to be figured out. I placed them in the back of the Crown Victoria.
"What is this… metal box?" Olga asked.
"It's an automobile," I replied as I started it. The sudden engine rumbling and I started paging through my phone's music library. Finding a song, I plugged in an aux cable, and started to drive.
"A horseless carriage," Chloe whispered in amazement. "No one in Eostia has anything like this."
"But a talented mage can enchant a carriage to move on its own," Olga argued.
"How fast can they move?" I ask.
"What?"
"How fast can they move?" I repeat.
Chloe looked to Olga uneasily. "About as fast as a horse," Olga replied unsure where this was going.
"Ok." I pulled up to the main street. My house happened to be a few streets in from a state highway. At this time of day, the highway was deserted. I lined up on the road and looked at them in the mirror. "You might want to buckle up." Before either of them could ask what I meant or what was happening, I hit play on my phone and 'Primo Victoria' started to play. As the first guitar riff started, I gunned it. Both of them were thrown into their seats as the Crown Victoria accelerated up to eighty miles per hour in a very short timeframe.
It took maybe ten minutes to make it to town even at highway speeds. I cut the music a minute in but was still going eighty as that was the speed limit in these parts. I handed the journal to Olga with the specific page open where the drawings started. "Do any of these drawings mean anything to you?"
"This… is the Black Dogs' sigil," Olga said cautiously. "Where did you see it?"
"I'll tell you after you look at the others," I say as I look her in the eye via the rear-view mirror.
She went through each portrait and read off names. "Alicia." The blonde one. "Primm." The pink-haired one. "Claudia." The MILFy brown-haired one. "Maia." The short-haired, tomboy looking one. "Luu-Luu." The short stack girl. "Kaguya." The hime cut girl. "Celestine?" The blonde-haired elf with an outlandish body. This was the only one that he could tell had some emotion behind it. More like the longing of times long gone.
"Vult!" Chloe exclaimed in anger. Now I knew what Volt looked like.
"Do they mean anything to you?" I ask. "Other than Vult," I added.
"All of the women here are part of the Princess Knights' alliance, the Seven Shields," Olga replied. "How did you know them? I thought that you said Eostia didn't exist," she leveled an accusation.
"It doesn't. I saw them in a dream last night."
"A dream?" Chloe scoffed. It was clear she still didn't believe me.
"Yeah, a dream. And it was extremely vivid." I proceeded to tell them the dream I had. Many of the details were still fresh in my mind. The only thing I left out was the whole of them in my bedroom part. This left the two of them in a very solemn mood.
"I think you had a vision," Olga finally said after a very uncomfortable silence.
"A vision?"
She nodded. "Prophets in the days of old had them, as well as Celestine. They were able to see probable futures and act accordingly. However, it could be that acting as well based upon it may also cause the vision to occur."
"So, what I saw was a probable future where these Black Dogs won?" And another where we apparently have babies.
"I believe so."
"Shit," was the only thing I could say. My notebook made its way into my passenger seat and the mood in the car kept a very somber mood the entire way. This changed when we got into town and they saw an American 'small town' experience. People were walking down the streets while small business owners were starting to open their shops for the day. Children were crossing the street with their school supplies as they walked or biked to school. Some cars or pick-up trucks cruised the street as they made their way to work or school. I pulled up into the station's parking lot and that's when I had a 'facepalm' moment: Olga and Chloe had very different ears. The skin color could be written off as heritage, but the ears were not.
I dug through my glove box and console until I found two knit caps. I handed them to the girls. "What are these?" Chloe asked in confusion. Apparently, they didn't have beanies in their world.
"Hats to cover your ears."
"Why should we have to cover them?"
"Because humans are the only species that exists. If you had costumes on, I could write it off that you're cosplaying Lord of the Rings or something." There was confusion from the two of them. "Book series, very popular with fantasy fiction fans. Great movie series," I added without really thinking about it. "Point being," I round myself back on topic, "the hats will cover your ears and people will be none the wiser."
Seeing the logic in what I said, even if it made little sense, they obeyed and used the knit caps to cover their ears. Once done I led them out of the car and into the station where I pointed them to sit in the seating area for visitors. "Sit there, I'll be back in a bit."
"Good morning, Sheriff," the receptionist, Sarah, greeted.
"Morning, Sarah. Jimmy in yet?" I ask her as I move my 'out' tag to 'office'. It was a small Kanban board to help us track where people were.
"He's in the break room getting his morning coffee."
"Call him into my office? I have a special assignment for him."
She reached over and pushed a button her phone, the PA button. "Jimmy, the sheriff wants to speak with you in his office," her voice echoed through the borderline empty and tiny station.
The station was no bigger than the post office, about the size of a small ranch house with a small jail that could hold maybe a total of fifty people if you crammed them in like sardines in a can. The place was built in the 1940s when the old station burned down and a local donated their property to build the new station on it. There was some family reason behind it, but it was a story that I think may have been spun. But what do I know? It's been almost a hundred years since then and anyone who knew the true story was long gone. It had enough room for about five officers' desks, a small break room (essentially a kitchen), a receptionist's area, the sheriff's office, and that jail.
I sat down in my office chair and set my hat on the desk. I had the package already sealed up and ready to go. There was a knock on my door and in walked Jimmy. He was a freckled red-head, the borderline stereotypical child of Irish ancestors. Burned easy too in the sun and was skinny as a beanpole. He wasn't much younger than I was at almost thirty-three, he was in his mid-twenties. "What do you need, boss?" he asked.
I pointed to the package on the table. It was marked in sealing tape with initials and everything. The only thing it was missing was a case number on it. "I need you to take that to Bismarck to the FBI field office."
"Sir," he started and was uneasy about it. "Can't you send it through the normal channels?"
"No, the feds want this one. Eyes only on the outside. Take it to Special Agent Terrance Montgomery, he's expecting it."
He paused for a moment. "Isn't he your college roommate or something."
"Yes. And? Will that be a problem?" I asked with a cocked eyebrow.
"No, sir," he answered with almost creepy chipperness, assuming that was a word, and took the package.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out the 'company card' and handed it to him. "For gas. Keep the receipts." I paused for a moment before adding, "And I think lunch would also be warranted for such a long trip."
"Thanks, Boss!" he said as he ran out of the room almost too excited.
"Well, that's one thing taken care of," I say out loud without anyone to say it to. With that done, I walk out of the office and go back to the two elves. "Alright, who's up for some shopping?"
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[Stinger]
"Jerrod, you better explain what the hell you just had me examine!" Terrance shouted into his phone irately.
"I'll explain if you come here. Alone," Jerrod replied calmly.
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"Lord Vult, we've discovered what happened to Olga," a glasses-faced man reported.
"Very good! Rally our army, we march at once!" Vult replied as he pushed the broken women that his horde had captured a day prior off of his lap.
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Olga held onto Jerrod tightly as the full moon held over the glassy water of the lake behind them. "Thank you for showing me that there are people out there that aren't there to enslave others," she said. "Thank you for showing Chloe and me the best of humanity."
"Terrance! You know how you said I better not ask for that other marker too soon?" Jerrod shouted into his phone over the gunfire. "We need the National Guard here pronto!"
To be continued…?
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Well, that certainly was interesting wasn't it? Well, that little "to be continued?" Yeah, there's going to be one more addition to this and it's… going to go a little more explicit and risqué. I'm going to earn that M rating. And I've intentionally scheduled this so that this pilot and the "cut content" chapter drop at the same time. This is going to be one of the very few times I do write a descriptive scene with this kind of content. Don't worry though, it won't be dark. One thing to keep in mind is that the source material is an h-doujin, there may be certain tropes. But to the content of the pilot itself.
The town of Lake Munlathe does not exist. Thank a random name generator for that. The "disparaging remarks" between Jerrod and his gamer buddy is meant to be that of good friends who take the piss at each other and laugh it off. The last thing I did in the chapter was some stingers from potential future chapters and their potential contents. However, two of them are not in order and I'll leave the speculation to you as to what goes where. As there's another chapter for you to read or not read, see you in the next thing. Also, fun fact. This is the longest pilot that I've written in about a week and a half. I don't know if I'll ever top this in terms of words.