From Petallu@aol.com Wed Jan 7 11:39:54 1998 Date: Tue, 6 Jan 1998 03:30:19 EST From: Petallu Subject: Team Pink vs. Mirenna the Usurper Hello, good evening and welcome to my dizzy little imagination. The brief adventure below takes place in the realm of Dragon Pink. The characters are obviously not my own, and anything you wish to borrow from this fanfic is fine with me. You will not find a great deal of explication in the story as I hope the reader is already familiar with the setting and players. If you are offended by the subject matter, feel free to look elsewhere for more substancial entertainment. "Bwah, ha, hah." Santa burst into the tavern laughing maniacally, his eyes sparkling with a hysteric euphoria that could only mean one thing. Gold. With a kick he cleared the seat next to Pink of its former occupant. "Bar- keep," he cried, "I'll have a flagon of your finest." "Well, well," noted Pierce with a raised elven eyebrow to the hulking Bobo sitting placidly next to her. "Ahhh," sighed Santa with foam ringed lips. "Comrades..." Pink cringed at the words. The four were only comrades when Santa happened upon another hair- brained adventure which usually resulted in little more than additional humiliation and abuse for the cat-girl. "I, Santa, warrior without peer, adventurer extrodinaire, and imcoprable hero, have acquired for us the opportunity of a life time. Wah, ha, ha, hah," the somewhat excitable swordsman broke once more into a fit of uncontrolled exaltation. "And what, pray tell, might that be," queried Pierce as the heavy lidded Bobo tilted his tankard. "Ah, it's great! As I stood in the center of the village square this very morning, casually reading the news of the area, a woman of rare beauty approached me," Santa began, ignoring Pink's deadly glare. "Accustomed as I am to the advances of all manner of women, this particular female caught my eye." At this point Pierce scooted her stool further from the aura of rage radiating from Pink. "Anyway," continued Santa now taking note of the cat-girl's rapidly worsening disposition. "It turns out she's a princess. Her father has been seduced by a most evil woman who now plays him as a marionette. The poor princess was banished by this hateful woman, and all she asks of us is to smuggle her in to see her father. Now this is the good part. Not only has she agreed to pay us another gold crowns on arrival, but she's sure that her most generous father will gladly reward us as well," he finished with gleaming eyes and giddy voice. Pierce turned to Bobo with a shrug. "I guess we're in," she concluded taking the complete lack of expression of the huge man's face for an affirmative. "Come Pink. Tomorrow we may die; tonight we lay in pleasure," Santa stated in his most commanding voice as he leapt from his seat, and taking the cat- girl by the arm dragged from hers" "Wait..., Santa...," Pink cried in a protest entirely ignored by the motivated young man. Smiling Pierce and Bobo followed as Santa dragged the girl kicking and screaming to the adventurers' room. "Don't make me tie you down again, Pink," Santa warned as he cast aside his sword and tossed Pink onto the bed. "Santa, you're always too rough," pouted Pink clutching the bedding about her defensively. "Don't be silly," replied the swordsman stepping from the mound of clothing about his ankles and crawling onto the bed. "Now, let's see... What haven't I done yet? Pierce?" queried Santa deferring to the elf's vast experience and preeminence in the arts of the flesh. "Umm... Oh, yes! Have you had her bottom yet? She's very shapely. I'm sure you'll be pleased," suggested Pierce. "Her bottom, eh? Sounds good. Thank you, Pierce," Santa nodded gratefully to the elf as she tugged off her panties and pulled Bobo close. "Be sure you use something to lubricate the area, otherwise you'll both be in for some unpleasantness," Pierce added. "Bobo, what are you waiting for?" Pink sat agape. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "S, S, Santa, You can't! Pierce, you're joking, right?" stammered the cat-girl to the now very otherwise occupied elf. "OK, here we go," beamed Santa retrieving some cooking lard from one of his bags. "Now, strip off, Pink. As you can tell, I'm ready... Very well then," Santa frowned taking the stunned girl by the panties and forcing over before tossing the tiny garment aside and slathering the greasy lard over Pink's pert posterior. The cat-girl's cries of displeasure and groans of protest soon took a different tone as Santa's throbbing erection penetrated her pert bottom. In moments she cooing and moaning to his rhythmic thrusts. Quickly wearied from the exertion, Santa found himself with a very aroused cat-girl on his hands and waning stamina in his legs. Needless to say by dawn more than his back was sore. As the morning sun filtered through the tall trees overhanging the road from the town the banished princess waited as her baggy-eyed escorts slowly made their way to the meeting place. Of the four, Pink was the only vibrant figure, as was usual after the pre-adventure orgy to which Santa was so dedicated. "Hi," Pink, once again clad in the remnants of yesterevening's bedding greeted their patron. "Hello, I am Princess Argana," the cloaked girl introduced herself with more than a little uncertainty to the cat-girl. "I'm Pink, and this is Pierce and Bobo," she gestured to the large man and the elf who shared identically vacant expressions. "And I believe you've already met Santa." With hair askew and glazed eyes the very unheroic Santa waved feebly. "Are they sick," wondered Argana with a concerned glance at the yawning and scratching trio. "In more ways than you can't imagine," piped Pink taking the Princess' arm and starting off down the road. By noon the troop had regained much of its composure. The evening's camp was a quiet affair with Santa making but a single attempt to abandon Pink's bed for that of the Princess. On the evening of the following day the band stood outside the towering walls of an ancient and ominous castle. "I assume you would not be welcomed at the front gate," ventured Santa. "Unfortunately, you assume correctly," affirmed Argana. "Pierce could you cloak us?" asked the swordsman. "No, we are too many, and I'm feeling powerful magic here. Princess, is your wicked step-mother a sorceress," the elf asked. "Not so much a sorceress as a demon," the girl casually informed her escorts. "Did you day a demon," queried Pierce. "Yes, a she-devil to be precise." "Santa, you said nothing about a demon! Are you mad? Have you any idea what sort of power a demon has," ranted Pierce. "Wait a second, she never told me anything about a demon," groaned Santa. "Should I have? I mean, you said you were a hero for hire. I didn't think it would be of any consequence to such a brave fellow as the legendary Santa," Argana replied eyes wide with astonishment as her cloak fell from her golden locks and parted to reveal her shapely thigh. "Well, we already have her money," began Santa in a feigned posture of contemplation. "We have faced worse, my friend's. Let us not balk at adversity or wither at the first sign of peril," stated the noble figure turning to face his less than friendly companions. Nevertheless, after hours of debate, Santa's sole vote outweighed the three in opposition. As night fell Pierce found the least formidable area of the castle wall. With a mighty through, Bobo hurled his grappling hook into the lowest window, and five shadows quietly climbed the rope to find themselves in a small tower. Bobo's hook had caught the unsuspecting guard through the head which when lodged between the two stones at the base of the window made for a most secure line. The Princess led them quietly through the torchlit castle corridors ducking into doorways now and again to avoid wandering sentries until finally the adventurers stood outside the king's bed chamber. Bobo quickly dispatched the guard with his heavy battle-axe. Slowly the intricately carved oaken doors creaked open. "Daddy," cried Argana rushing to the bed side of the white bearded old man. "Ah, Argana. Where have you been? It's been weeks since I looked upon you my daughter," the King managed before breaking into a fit of coughing. "Oh, Daddy, you're ill," wailed the Princess throughing her arms about the old man. "My daughter, I am an old man and Mirenna is a very active woman. I fear she'll be the end of me, but a more pleasant end I cannot imagine," croaked the King with a look of wistful lechery. At that moment a door opened across the room. Santa's jaw dropped as the beautiful, towel clad Mirenna entered the King's chambers. "I see you majesty has visitors," the raven-mained woman noted coolly. "Argana would you introduce your guests?" "I, Santa, hero-at-large and legendary champion am at your service, m'Lady," offered Santa crossing the room in a flash to take the dusky woman's hand and press it to his lips. "Santa?!," screamed Pink and Pierce in unison. "I have ventured far to make the acquaintance of Queen Mordanna." "Mirenna." "Whatever. Your loveliness exceeds my humble senses. I will gladly serve as your paramour," Santa continued fervently to the amused Mirenna. "Argana, you should choose your allies more carefully," laughed the she-devil sending Santa flying back across the room to land smoking at the feet of his companions. "Indeed," noted the Princess glaring at the groaning swordsman. "But they have served their purpose. Now, I shall deal with you myself." At this the suddenly very out of place heroes began to look at one another in a most insecure manner. "Argana, you are but half demon and cannot hope to match my power," laughed Mirenna casting aside her towel as tiny horns sprouted at her temple and an elegant whip of a tail unfurled behind her. "This is true," admitted Argana, "but I have found a way to reach those whose power exceeds yours. Mother, come to me," shouted the Princess, and energy began to crackle about her as she summoned Arthenna. "Well, Mirenna, I see you have ill-used my poor husband," boomed a voice from the regal figure which appeared beside the Princess. "Oh, gods no!" cried the feeble king scrambling to the far side of the bed trembling in terror. "What? My husband, you do not seem pleased to see me," Arthenna smiled cruelly. "Santa, let's get out of here," Pierce whispered urgently into the dazed swordsman's ear. "We already have her money... worse friends we've fierced... adversity balks and peril withers...," came the incoherent response. "Bobo, get him," Pierce smirked. Face void of expression, Bobo heaved the still rambling Santa onto his broad shoulders. The adventurers escaped unharmed save for Pink's obligatory singeing as the demon's feud erupted leveling the castle only moments after the heroes dashed through its gates. The two day return trip was sufficient for Santa to regain his addled wits and for Pink's minor burns to heal (cat-girls heal very quickly, you see). The ten gold crowns Santa had been hiding purchased three days of comfortable living before he had once again to sell Pink's clothes.