Saturday, March 30, 2013

Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-4 Bubble Bother

Jackson meets the dragon.  The scenario does not go as expected...

Jackson in HRPG-World: 4-4 Bubble Bother

"There you are," a feminine voice called out.

Jackson turned around.

He'd found the dragon.

The dragon was not the dinosaur-proportioned fire-breathing monster he expected.  She was a hottie of a different kind.  He watched her descend a curved staircase at the far end of the room.  She was naked and actually kind of fit.  Well, if you ignored the scales...and the thick tail...and the leathery wings folded behind her back...or the long quills she had instead of hair.

To be honest, Jackson thought, she was a bit of a babe even with those.  It was the face.  Aside from a few scales and the hair that wasn’t actually hair, you could almost trick yourself into thinking she was human.  A very cute human, even if her pink skin tended more to lilac than fleshy tones.  The vivid skin tone only added to her exoticism.

Nice pair of boobs as well.  Big, round, totally naked...not really a surprise they caught his eye.  It was her face that held his attention, though.  She had big bright eyes and a wide, expressive smile.  It was the face of a girl that was both beautiful and fun to be with.  Jackson could really fancy a girl with a face like that.

Which made it all the more soul-crushing she was obviously the dragon.

"I've come to rescue the...princess."  Jackson tailed off.  An uncomfortable suspicion was settling in his gut like a bad balti.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” the naked dragon girl said.  “You battled all the way up here for that.  I don’t really need the help,” she partially extended her wings to show the top of a mountain didn’t exactly qualify as a prison for her, “but the thought is very touching.”

"You're the princess," he said.

The dragon girl nodded, a wide smile on her full lips.

"Princess Babelixiafukiona the forty-eighth.  Seventh in line to the throne of Tay-e-tow."

That suspicion slithering through his guts had been proved right.  Dragon royalty.  What was he supposed to do now—bow to her or slay her?  Slaying might be problem, he thought, looking down at the jagged half-inch of metal sticking out of the hilt that was all that remained of his sword.

“But I’d prefer it if you called me Bab.  Much less formal.”

As was her smile.  And the glint in her eyes as she looked at him.  He didn’t think the shiny spanner twirling around in her left hand was part of the standard distressed damsel wardrobe either.

“Ian,” he replied.  Dragon royalty, would you effing Adam and Eve it.  “I’m a little confused.  The villagers told me there was a princess needing rescuing from a dragon.”

“Oh, I told them to say that,” Bab said.  “Well, ordered really, on pain of crispy-fried barbequed death.

“I didn’t mean it!” she added, seeing Jackson’s shocked expression.  “You know how it is.  Good folk, but not the sharpest knives in the drawer.  They need focus.”

“Why tell them that at all?” Jackson asked.

It was Bab’s turn to grimace.  She sighed.

“Stupid family tradition,” she said.  “We’re not morons like you humans.  We don’t force royal blood to marry royal blood until everyone’s everybody else’s second cousin and the blood is as thin as peasant’s broth.  That’s not the way to maintain a royal line.  Good blood needs fresh infusions of prime genetic stock and what better source than heroes.  Strong, quick, clever, resourceful heroes.

“This,” her hand swung around to encompass the room and the hundred levels below them, “is tradition for the womenfolk of the Mitsuji-Doraga line.  We build a dungeon and mate with the heroes strong enough to make it through to the end.  That’s the path to strong hatchlings, as my mama used to say.”

“This is dragon dating?”  It sounded so crazy it was probably true.

Bab nodded and smiled.

“Well it used to be,” she said.  “None of you idiots play this type of game anymore.  Whatever happened to patience and backbone?  Lose a couple of credits and most of you are gone in a huff before even getting as far as the twelfth level.”

She twirled the spanner around in her hand.

“Maybe it’s my own fault.  Mama did say I was too smart for my own good.  And designing and building these things can get a little addictive.  I must have ramped the difficulty up too high.”

“That’s why the umbrella,” Jackson said.  His ‘heroism’ didn’t seem quite so heroic now.

“It gets lonely up here,” Bab said.  “Sometimes a girl fancies a quick screw.”

Quick screw?  Had he heard that right?

“But with protection.”  Bab held up a finger.  “You’re not a suitable mate.  You failed to spot the significance of the bubblegum at the base of the tower.”


“A pity.  I think you’d look cute in scales.”

Jackson didn’t have a clue what she was talking about.  To be fair, he was still thinking about that ‘quick screw’ comment.

“So you mean, you...and me?”  He pushed a finger through the hoop of his forefinger and thumb for emphasis.

Could he?  Even with the scales, wings and tail?

Bab smiled coquettishly.  Her eyelids fluttered.  She uncrossed her legs, better exposing the hairless folds of her sex.

Fuck it.  She had a really cute face.

And breasts as big as ripe melons.

The girl not being human hadn’t stopped him before.  Admittedly, those had been situations where the girl hadn’t taken ‘no’ for an answer, or let him run away.

At least Bab was different.  She hadn’t tried to beat him up first.

Jackson beamed at her.  He dropped his trousers and took off his tunic.  Naked, he took a step towards her.

“Oh,” Bab said.  “We have to fight first.”

Jackson’s smile fell off his face and shattered on the floor.

“Really?  Why?”

Bab gave him an apologetic smile.  “Rules of the game universe.  If we don’t the game might crash.”

Jackson sighed.  “Does it have to be a proper ‘fight’ fight,” he said.  “What if I just tap you and you fall over and pretend it’s a mortal wound?  Would that fool the game?”

Bab tilted her head.  Her bright eyes sparkled.  “Ooh, that’s a good idea.  Yes, that might work.”

“Okay, let’s give it a go,” Jackson said.  He ambled up to her.  A gentle prod to the shoulder should do it.

Bab blew a big red bubble from her mouth.  More bubblegum?  Jackson expected it to pop, but it kept growing and growing.  Before he had a chance to move it expanded into him like a stretchy airbag.  The bubble kept growing and then Jackson was inside it.  He wasn’t sure how that happened.  One moment he’d felt an elastic membrane pushing against the front of his body, and then the next it had melted around him and Jackson was standing inside a giant circular balloon.  His weight provided no impediment as the elastic sphere floated up into the air with him inside it.

He pushed ineffectually at the elastic walls.  Through the translucent membrane he saw Bab looking up at him with an impish smile on her full lips.

You really walked into this one, Jackson thought.

to be continued...

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