"I'm here!" Kagome appeared next to him. Her hair was a mess. Dirty and full of leafes. But at least she was alive. At least? Why did he cre if that woman lived? He quickly shook his head. It was simple, really. It was easier to survive in a team. But the question was hod good she knew that boy who's body he was in? Would she see through his deception? He wasn't unsure about what he would do if that actually happened. But when would it happen? "We have new friends, huh?" Kagome sighed, yet did so with a small smile. And Rogun? He had no idea what to do now. The red creature that killed Santiago stepped in their direction and weaved with one hand. Another one, the fur was green, came closer and handed the older one a thn wooden staff. And what was on top of that thing? Yepp, a skull. Wonderfull, Rogun thought. Several more appeared and formed a circle. Not all of them seemed to have a staff like this. Well, nobody did exept for that red one. But what if they all neede and wanted one? Where would they get the skulls? Better not to think about it. Rogun raised both hands in a calming gesture, forced himself to smile and stepped closer. Birds sang in the tree, as if someone had allowed them to start again. "I'm..." Fuck, he had no idea how that damn rebell was called. "i'm most pleased to meet you. That's Kagome. We're, uh, we're friends. And I guess we should... thank you?" "LMGORhre!" Mister staff fell on his knees and connected his fingers with the ground, as if prepariing for a prayer. "Uh... what?" Rogun blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry, but... I don't get it." Kagome crouched down and asked in a warm tone: "Don't you have someone who can understand us? A, I don't know, translator?" And she used both arms to ilustrate her intent. A quit murmur was the result. The leafes danced in the wind. Suddenly the creatures turned around, formed a line and raced through the woods! Kagome and Rgoun exchanged a quick, suprised gaze and quickly followed them! Damn, those things were pretty fast! And even worse: They didn't stay on the ground. Instead they rushed up the tres and jumped from one branch to the next! Ws it impossible to follow them? Not exactly. At least not for Kagome. But Rogun wasn't really used to this body. And the more he tried to depend on his training, the more this flesh resisted his commands! Frakly: It was really embaressing. His commanders had often enough praised his Skills. His willpower. And his progress. And now he slipped, rand into lianas and smacked his head left and right. And een with all that he barely managed to keep an eye on the last of the... things. An orange one. And even though he hated to admit it, Rogun knew that he (most likely) only managed the prevent its escape becouse of the creatures weight. The moment of truth came quicker than expected. The orange feet of his leader had just connected with another thick branch, when Rogun was still in the air and Kagome landed on the branch he had just jumped away from. And then, from one second to the next, a sharp pain invaided Roguns... the rebells body. Was this the aftermath of the wedgie? No. The pain was in every cell of his being. When the fuck had he drunken lava? And of course he missed the branch! And of course he fell towards the far away ground. Kagome, however, seemed to have no problems with the jump. She quickly made it, streched out an arm and smoothly grabbed his left leg. Rogun felt how his hair started to stretch toward the greenery unterneath him. His cheeks turned red in shame. And should he of ever wondered why they wearn't moving on the ground... A giant, scaled creature stumped through the bushes, knocked over some of the smaller trees and smacked a trunk out of its way! The boy of that creature resembled that of an elephant. But all four feet - and two tails, were full of dark claws. A long, yellow neck connected the tiny, tiny head with green eyes to the rest of it. Over and over the long, red tongue left the giant mouth, only to enter it again in the (literally) next second. Roguns eyes grew wde. He gulped nd quickly covered his mouth with both hands. He felt all colour leave his face. And he felt how Kagomes grip around his leg tightened. They were still for a moment. Didn't talk, didn't move. Both barely dared to blink. The animal was long gone. And it had shown not the slighlest interest in them. Rogun frowned. Now that he thought about it... had this thing even noticed them at all? Slowly, not knowing if thee were more of those, he raised his his chin and looked at Kagome. "Could you...?" She forced herself to look away from the giant footprints and nodded. She swung him through the air and Rogun found himself on the branch. On both of his feeet. Unharmed. Not the slightest noise was to be heared. "The fuck was that?", Kagome asked quitly. But what should he do? Lie? He doubted that it would help him in that situation. And so Rogun simply shruged and whispered: "I don't know. But I guess its the reason they don't want to walk like, you kow, normal people?" She looked at him with disapproval. But then she lowered her gaze and shook her head. "I have never seen something like that." She raised one eyebrow. "You?" He didn't respond, at least not with words. Instead he turned his head to the side and stared into the green mass. Here and there one would be able to spot some yellow or pink leafes. Slowly, he started to shook his head. Could it be that nobody knew about the existense of those creatures - all of them? Had to be, otherwise the empire would of surely tought their soldiers all about them. There was no way for the empire to profit from this situation... right? "If your finished searching for your mouse..." Rogun turned around and noticed that Kagome was already landing on a branch in front of him. He grimaced. "The hell are you doing? Don't tell me your actually going to follow those weirdos!" "Weirdos? Start thinking, genius! They habe protected us! Saved our lives!" "For the moment. But who says that the empire won't send other ones. And why should we trust our little bears? They could of just as well killed those losers, so they can eat us! Or turn us into slaves! Come on, we know nothing about them! We can't even speak or understand what little language they seem to have!" "And we never will if we waste this chance!" Kgome slowly turned around and clenched both fists. Her blue hair danced in the winds embrace. "My sister wanted another live, remember? She wanted a future. And I'm going to get one." She gazed over her shoulder. "And you?" She didn't wait for a response this time. Instead she started to jump on other branches, did her best to remember/guess what route their leaders had taken. Rogun, on the other hand, crossed both arms in front of his chest and stared after her.
Steven felt his heart strangel his throat. Sweat ran down his back. There, right in front of him, was a tall woman with beautiful, dark skin and black hair, which she wore in the form of a ponyail. And while a long, purle robe surrounded her curvy fgure, she held a large, white plate in both of her hands. Her nails were deeply red, matched the masses of fruits she carried. Who the hell was she? She didn't exactly look like a higher up. And yet that costume seemed weird for a mere servant. Or even a cook. Stenefs tongue left his mouth, rushed over his lower lip. And he was unable to look away from her. Should he risk it? No. He angrily shook his head. She coudn't be high enough to get the access that he needed. And, besides, she was a woman. No. Fucking. Way. They turned around anouther corner and suddenly there were little pales left and right. They were white like snow. And they all served as the "legs" of of elegant, light-brown pots. Before Steven could warn her, the girl stumbled over a (literally) literally fallen fruit and knocked one pot over with the fingers of her left hand! It all happened with a heartbeat. Suddenly, Steven rushed through the air like a lightning bolt and catched the pot before it could meet its early end. It was cold and... heavy? What could be inside this thing? The empire woudn't store something precious in a public space like this, right? He sighed and noticed that this wonderful, elegant girl was staring at him with wide eyes and shaking lips. She murmured, yet so quitly and softly that he didn't undestand what she was saying. He asked her to repeat. Well, actually he screamed the message. Although he hadn't wanted to. Was this an puls of Rogun, wh's boy he was stuck in? Hopefully. He dreaded any darkness this situation would pull up from deph of his heart. The girl gulped and quickly lowered her gaze to the fruit he was still holding. "Here." He softly took her hand and allowed the fruit to land inside it. ""What's your name?" She hesitated. Steven forced himself to smile. "Whats' up? I'm not going to bit your arms of or something!" Even his jokingly tone didn't keep her from shaking. "I... I..." He leaned in her direction, just a little bit. "Yes?" "I have no name, Master. I..." She looked away and blinked against the tears of dispair. And her teeth raced into heir lower lip. "Please, if you have something to tell me: Just do it. You won't be harmed. I promise you." She gulped and slowly, very slowly indeed, dared to look at him. "I, well I thought you already knew that. I... belong to your friend after all." Belonged? The word echoed through his head over and over again. Surely she coudn't mean... "Are you a slave?" She forced herself to answer. "Yes, sir. I belong to soldier Rerlo, a... a birthdaygift." Well, his was news. Steven had heard about the slave camps. But he had never kown that rich families would give away other intelligent beings. Or that they would make the curious decision to inlist one of their own into the army. Sure, there were more than enough soldiers to keep every resistance from complete victory. But still there was a certain amount of risk. So what now? She was here. She was someone who knew the other soldiers. Their habits. Their Expectations. Perhps she even knew some high ranking people he could use for his escape... Had they already broken her free will? That was the question which would decidde everything. How could he gain from her without being ratted out? Steven did his best to raise his new body to the fullest of his abilities. His eyes were fire, "his" mouth ice. "Get up! Now!" She didn't hesitate. From one minute to the next she was on her feet, the thin arms crossed behind her back. Only now did Steven notice her blue eye. And so he raisedhis chin and growled: "Tell me, where is... ah, what's the name again? What's the name..." He frowned. Made a show of rubing against hte left side of Roguns head. "Do you mean... Shiota, sir?" Just go for it! "Yeah, at least you got something right!" nd Steven forced himself to come closer, to push her against the wall and huff right into her face. "Where? I'd better get an answer. And I'd better get it soon!"She quickly nodded and started to to describe the path with an uneasy facial expression. Steven slowly smiled, stared at her just a little bit longer, so she would understand that this "meeting" would have to stay secret. And Steven was on his way before she could even finish sinking towards the floor. His face was empty and pale. And now he was blinking against his own tears, realizing that he coudn't help her. He coudn't save her. Perhaps he would one day gain a way to defeat the empire and resque its victims. But until then there was nothing he could do in order to prevent the abuse she was facing.
Miles lay there on his bed and stared at the one on top of his own. Both arms were crossed behind his head. There was no wind. Altough Light and Alex had been staring out of the window for a long, long time now. PErhaps the image of the wide forest area would do the trick. Most of the others were talking with each other. Roger was sleeping. And a few lay in bed and read old looking books. How could he get out of here? Should he get out of here? A wet, slimy snake seemed to work its way through Miles chest. Perhaps it was raising and falling becouse of that? Miles felt his lips froming an doubtful smile. He like the others here. Even Roger... well, kinda. And they appeared to be relatively happy and balanced. They could, why not he? And yet he and Steven had longed for something else. Granted, the fight against the empire - or even its defeat - had been an attractive goal. But Miles had to be honest with himself. The most important part for him had been the chance of freedom. The tickling sensation of adventure. He wanted nothing more but to see the worl beyond the sea. There had to be something. Why else would the empire secure its borders? It wasn't as if teh sea had ever threatened their land. He did all he could not to think about Steven. All he had left concerning that guy was a piece of bland hope. Maybe Steven would achieve what they hd wanted together. He could return with a powerfull army and take down the royal family. Or - at the very least - find freedom and happyness in the outside world. The interesting thing was that the boys around didn't seem to care that much about freedom. They felt save and protected. (Mostly) didn't mind serving as Shintas "Happy maker's". Perhaps Miles would of felt the same, if only he knew what was behind this thing. Why did the empire care about Shintas happyness? Was he part of the royal family? The empire hadn't been ruled by a guy since one hundred years. Could Shinta possess special powers? Magic Knowledge? Miles was so frustrated, that, sometimes, he had almost asked the white haired kid. And yet he never quite went through with it. This was war. And wars seldom seldom offered a second chance for anything. Time and time again Miles had tried to search for an weakness, something he could exploit in order to get out of here. But they were heavily gurded on their entire way to their "Shinta sessions". And he magic trapped them with the kid for as long as the little one wanted. Even if he would manage to break free and run away, there was no way that he would get out completly before the soldiers struck him down in front of this or the next door. There was only one way out of this. The problem was that it would not only endanger him, but the other ones as well. But he had to act. Sure, the food was relativly good. And they had beds, even a beautiful view (no matter if it was real or an illusion). But there was no way to be sure. Shinta could change his mind at any time. He could long for other boys. Or lose his wedgie interest alltogether. Or he could die. And what would happen to them afterwars? It was that unclear part of this whole mess which troubled Miles the most. Waiting for your execution had to be awfull, sure. But at the very least you knew what was coming. They didn't even have that. And what luxury they had was granted to simply hide that fact. No, there was no way around it. No matter how hard he had tried to get it out of his head. And so Miles stood up with an smile and started to walk through the large area. From time to time he stortly glanced at the metal bars keeping them from any freedom. For just one second he wondered who the guards were. If they had any free time and, if yes, what they would use it for. Were they all evil? Without any doubt? But he forced himself to forget about it quickly. So he stepped behind Light and Alex, crossed both arms behind his back, and tried to ignite a pleasent conversation. But they didn't react in any way. He leaned closer, frowing, and realized that they had fallen asleap. "What the...?" He blinked in suprise and felt a cold dissapointment burning through his chest. And yet... He grabbed their pink briefs and tied them together. He almost patted their butts, just so he could add some insult to injury and - if he was lucky - gain some immediate reaction. Miles shruged and walked over to Ejis be. The younger one was laying on his belly, legs kicking through the air, both hans clenched around a book with dark green covering. He coudn't help them. Not if he actually went through with his plan. But on the other side he knew how to make Eji happy this time around. "Yo, Eji?" "Hm?" Eji sounded far away. His attention was obviously somewhere else. An Miles sreched out his hand and grabbed the pink briefs of the other one. His fingers briefly crossed the tiny, firm butt cheeks. So Eji slowly raised his head and begun to blink. At the same time he started to lower the book until it lay there on the pillow. "Miles, are you...?" "Oh yes", Miles replied as he yanked the underwear high enough that Eji (in his entirety) was dangling in the air! All limbs were spread out, his underweear went furhter and further up, until it turned into a string between Miles hands and Ejis butt. And, boy, Eji wasn't sure what to thik about this. He felt confusion and concern about the success of his surpise attack. But the wedgie actually felt great, as they alsways did. THe bruning sensation, the air rushing over his exposed skin. Miles starte to bounce him a few times and Eji coudn't help but shriek as the yanks got shaper with each try. That coudn't stay unnoticed, of course. Some of the others raised their head and looked at them. But most of them stayed in bed and simply turned away from them. And what did this lead to? Light and Alex woke up - and as soon as Light saw what was happening, he rushed to their side... pulling Alex after him and giving him a decend wedgie in the process! "Hey, that's not funnyè Let him down!", Light growled. But Eji, who still dangled there, both arms and legs stretching towards the ground, coudn't keep himself from giggling. "What are you doing?", he asked and shook his head. Miles answered in the form of a smile. "Well. What. Do. You. Think?" Each word was accompanied with a harder pull. Until the waistband snapped against Ejis forhead! THe younger boy quickly covered his privats and crossed both legs at the same time. By now his entire butt was visible. And Miles coudn't keep himself from grining. Hey, he never claimed to be a saint. And it made Eji happy at the same time. Light rolledd his eyes and pointed at him. "Okay, okay, I guess if he doesn't mind..." He turned his head to the side and and quitly added: "Of course he fucking likes it." He raised his head one more more, alongside the pointing finger of his left hand, and added with a grim smile: "BUT that doens't mean we're done." And he pointed at the line of underwear which connected his and Alex' behinds. Alex sighed, both arms an x in front of his chest, and looked to the side. "Could you please...?" "Oh, sure!" Light quickly (and not without complain) undid the knots. The he turned to Miles and aised both eyebrows. "Well?" And Miles closed both eyes with a smile. He opened them again and simply shrugged it off. "Okay, okay, I get it." He grabbed his own underpants and pulled them up from the front and the back! One after the other. Over and over until he stood there on his toes. He let go and groaned. Self wedgies weren't exactly part of his live. They hadn't even been that when he used to live with his brothers. But it was still better than whatever Light could of done as payback. Speaking of who... "What?" Light shook his head. "Your really weird, man! All that, just so I don't wedgie you?" Miles chuckled. "What, that's all you would of done?" "Well..." And with that the entire atmosphere became so much lighter. And Light actually grined, while picking the pink fabric from his crack. Meanwhile his little brother pressed both hands against his privats. He felt a warm sensation running through his entire body. Every cell of his being was on flames! And his his lips were shaking. They wanted to form a grin so badly! He walked away from the others, as they started to chat with each other, and sat down next to the nearest bed he could find. It was Rogers. And the guy was still sleepng! What the fuck, Eji thought with a disbelieving smile. But why should he care? Instead he sat down and lained against that very bad. He bend over, stretched outback, began all over. He loved how the fabric moved around between his ass cheeks. The pressure became stronger, then weaker. And he was loving every bit of it. He lauged quietly as the pink material rubed against his crotch.