“Showdown on Amazonia: the race for Fate itself!”
Fuuka Fujiwara, content to bring up the rear and keep a lookout for the others, couldn’t help but notice how popular Sharyn was with everyone. Nearly everybody onboard had been captivated by her exotic beauty, poetic speech, and romantic chivalry—not to mention what a graceful athletic body she had or her bipolar disposition of charming doubt and magnetic pride. Of course, Fuuka only had eyes for Athena, but she did find it amusing that even though they were all on very serious business and could be ambushed or even killed at any moment, Lyara and Rebecca kept stealing glances. Sharyn seemed to like just about everybody, even Naja and Lil a bit, so it was difficult to tell where her fancies were truly directed.
Sheer tedium forced Fuuka to observe things like this. She was used to the quiet since Athena never was much of a talker, but she had become so accustomed to the action that followed their daily lives that all this sneaking around made her feel lethargic. They were after something called a lizard-king, which made Sharyn’s day since she assumed it was a dragon (and thus came her warrior’s pride), but even the thrill of the hunt seemed petty. Watching Rebecca and Lyara discreetly make eyes at Sharyn while her back was turned was much more amusing.
Eventually, Lyara stopped the group and had them hide in a thicket. She couldn’t sense the emotions of lower animals (like lizards), but she had long pointed ears, a keen nose, and sharp eyes that could pick out a flea, and if she said there was danger… The earth shook as it heralded the lizard king: hearts started hammering, palms dampened, breathing intensified, terror and joy built up in the guts, and hairs stood on end. What came slithering through the clearing was something much larger than a common salamander or crocodile: it heaved up the land and broke down anything in its path, creating disaster in its wake. Its mouth alone was large enough to swallow its smaller cousins whole, and when it purred, raising its huge nostrils to smell prey, a shiver ran down every spine there.
“Oh! It looks like the dragon from Escaflowne,” Fuuka whispered. Rebecca glanced over at her strangely and she blushed. “Sorry. That’s the otaku in me talking.”
“Otaku?”
“Dragon?!” Sharyn squealed. Before anybody could warn her, she was screaming and flying through the air, presenting herself before the giant lizard as a challenger. “I hath never slain your like before, dragon! Let all Amazonia witness as Sharyn of New Avalon strikes thee—“
“Down!!” Lyara screamed as she bowled the impetuous warrior over. Teeth as hard and sharp as stones on a seaside cliff lurched at her, narrowly grazing Lyara. “You fool, this is no time for pretty speeches!” she yelled. Fuuka (and Rebecca) noticed how deeply the elf was blushing—she had become quite intimate with Sharyn when she dove in to rescue her—and couldn’t help but smile as they tore apart and circled around the lizard, looking for an opening. Rebecca immediately began opening fire, burning through the beast’s scaly hide, while Fuuka took cover and tried directing the fight. Whenever Athena got in trouble, Fuuka usually kept out of harm’s way and watched her back from a distance, but on occasion, could hold her own. She was much too frail to fight now, though—but she was sure her services would be required later!
Meanwhile the battle was going poorly. All of these women were fine combatants in their own right and they could each hold up well under trying circumstances, and if they actually combined their unique styles of fighting, the lizard-king would be beaten. But Sharyn was still going on about “slaying the dragon” (even though Fuuka was sure it was some type of dinosaur), and Lyara and Rebecca were fighting for her attention. They tried outdoing each other too much and forgot about the danger; they only wanted Sharyn to look their way, grin warmly, and praise them for their efforts.
“Its eyes are its weak point!” Lyara screamed as she lashed a chain against its face.
“You gotta hit the neck and the throat!” Rebecca shouted as she fired her custom-made guns.
“I shall not savor the day’s honor till’ I attempt a frontal assault!” Sharyn cried, as she did just this (and nearly got mauled, poor dope). Fuuka sighed wearily.
“Now it’s starting to look like a harem anime. I just hope Athena and the others are doing well.” The dinosaur finally gave up and collapsed after a few hairy minutes, but its exhaustion did not stem from any wound. It got so tired of following the three insane women around that it simply fell down in a tizzy. Thankfully the competitive trio was capable of slaying a stationary lizard, and Fuuka saw to it that they all delivered a killing blow at the same time, just so nobody could brag over the others. Sharyn slumped down suddenly, whining softly in pain as she clutched her arm. A small trickle of blood was coming out and two eager physicians rushed to help her.
“I can heal that pretty quickly,” Rebecca said.
“Oh, I know how to make that better,” Lyara said. They rammed into each other in their blind eagerness and fell down, leaving Fuuka the opportunity to finally do her job.
“Never trust an amateur to do a professional’s job. Is that any better, Lady Sharyn?”
“Aye, I thank thee.”
“You’re quite welcome.” They smiled at each other and Sharyn blushed humbly; her face turned a cute dark green. Rebecca and Lyara groaned.
“This sucks. My chance to impress her is ruined.”
“And I wanted to show off my medical skills to Sharyn.” They glared at each other only for a moment, but their anger subsided as they noticed just how beautiful the other woman was. Fuuka noticed as well!
“You’ve got to be kidding me. Now the two rivals are interested in each other? I really should have just stayed behind with the others!”
“What are you muttering about?” said a recovered Rebecca.
“We’re dragging this thing away,” Lyara announced. “If you won’t help, don’t expect us to do you any favors!”
“I’m coming,” Fuuka sighed.
……
Mink and Eve faithfully followed Nalia as she picked up the trail of her adversary and sprinted through the forest in maniacal pursuit. They were both reasonably in shape and managed to keep up, though Nalia was hopelessly swift and almost forgot she had allies by her side as she vaulted through the jungle like a gymnast. She forced herself to stop and wait several times as the others gingerly picked their way through the overgrowth, wincing sheepishly whenever they caught up. Shana Suing was in no condition to rival their determination and lagged so far behind that ultimately, she decided to just quit and leave the rest to them. She turned around and went back, remembering the path perfectly, but soon found herself facing somebody very familiar.
“Shana!”
“Jeez! Herut, you scared me! How’d you get all the way out here?”
“I followed you,” she answered. “I got back to the ship fine enough, but then I noticed that tramp was hanging around me. I got out of there as quickly as possible and managed to find you walking by.”
“You must really hate her,” she giggled. “I was actually about to go back myself…but I guess now it’s a bad idea. I mean, I don’t wanna leave you here and you don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“That would be very kind of you,” she replied, smiling peacefully. “So where are you headed?”
“Oh! This really cool Amazon who likes boys came by and fought off Chandra’s advances! I never saw anybody do that before!”
“I like her already,” Herut chuckled. “So is this a friend, or…”
“She says the medallion we’re all after was stolen, and she wants to get it back. She’s really awesome, Herut. I wish we had someone like her with us.”
“She’d be a fish out of water, Shana. Well, since we came all this way, we may as well finish the job. Which way did they go?”
“Over here,” Shana said as she ambled through the forest. Part of her complained about having to plow through this wild region again, inevitably finding themselves lost, searching for friends who were probably a kilometer away by now—but the other part was glad Herut was keeping her company. She was so close to Shana’s age and height (both girls were surprisingly petite) that the two had formed a friendship even though they hardly had anything else in common.
That, and they held hands as they went in search of their wayward companions…
“I thought we lost you,” Eve said as Shana and Herut finally rejoined them. The two younger women were hot, sweaty, and worn out, but they made the smallest spectacle as Lil and Aseria had found them as well, and pulled Nalia aside to have a few words with her.
“What’s going on?” Shana gasped.
“We’re all looking for the same person,” Mink answered. “Miss Herut, has Shana brought you up to speed? I see. We only recently ran into them; Miss Markus is trying to reason with Miss Nalia. It seems that in order for her to regain her treasure, Nalia had to be successfully seduced by another woman.” Herut rolled her eyes.
“Normally this is the part where I’d say, ‘that explains why Chandra was there’, but…you know.”
“It also seems that Miss Nalia has a much more level head than her sisters,” Mink resumed. “She does not believe Miss Markus is a Queen.”
“Nobody does, except those bimbos,” Eve muttered.
“She will accept her help in finding the treasure, but after that, as you humans say, all bets are off. This is a most uneasy truce. Miss Nalia will not hand over the treasure, and we all know how forceful Miss Markus can be, but right now, there is a common enemy.”
“Yikes,” Shana cringed. “I guess no matter what we do, somebody gets screwed in the end.” Mink nodded silently and stood aside as Lil marched ahead, the negotiations complete. Aseria was right behind her, and in spite of her unswerving loyalty, she couldn’t help but mutter her disapproval. The search for the so-called bird-goddess was made easier with Nalia leading the way and Shana mapping everything out in her head. Despite her cute face, small size, and zest for art, she continued to prove more and more useful to the crew—not just as a lock-pick or a wealth of stored information, but a cheerleader and morale-booster. Even Herut felt the cold steel around her dispassionate heart begin to melt whenever she was around—and she was so chaste too, unlike Chandra! Herut was sure that loving Shana could be the purest thing in the world, and being loved by her the most wonderful.
It was easy hunting the thieving bird-goddess down, but it was more difficult communicating. Nalia understood Mink’s domestic language and her own, but she had to rely on Lil to interpret most of her thoughts, and when you’re racing through a thick jungle in pursuit of a woman who can fly, it’s nearly impossible keeping things together unless everyone understands each other. Aseria spotted their prey first as a splash of colorful feathers slipped through the foliage, but by the time Nalia understood her, it was too late.
“Damn all of this!” grunted the elf as she took off. “We don’t have to talk to kill the bitch! Back me up, Lillianne!”
“Yeah, that’s my girl!” she cheered. Aseria was usually a mild, civilized, meek woman who kept her dangerous side restrained, only unleashing it to turn the tables on her enemy. But it seemed there was something demonic inside her as she pulled out a dual-bladed scythe that glowed red and white with hunger. She chopped trees down like they were stalks of wheat as she cleared a path in search of her enemy, and went completely berserk as Breathless, that savage Avain who endangered Lyara and the others in the Reverse Castle, soared up in the air and mocked her.
“More little pixies to get in my way? What is it with these pointy-eared freaks? Go find your own treasure!”
“I’d be careful if I were you,” Lil called out to her. “Aseria may look like a pussy, but she’s known in many circles as ‘the Brutal Princess’. She’s been holding back until now!” Aseria threw her scythe with impeccable aim; it licked the feathers off Breathless’s back but her talons caught the weapon and threw it far away. Aseria merely grinned wickedly, whispering arcane Sindrin words as she raised her hands to the sky. The scythe whirled back around, obeying her voice, and attacked Breathless again. The feathered woman knocked the weapon away again, foaming and raving madly, and was struck from behind as the enchanted weapon caught her off guard.
Too proud to admit defeat, Breathless careened through the air with her mouth and talons wide open, ready to engulf her foes. She was even faster than the scythe, and before Aseria could react, her deadly talons ripped open cloth and flesh; she laughed for joy as she flew back into the air, preparing to attack again. Lil gnashed her teeth in rage and clenched her hands so hard that her nails drew blood.
“Now you’ve done it,” she snarled. “I’m gonna roast you and eat you alive, you fucking pheasant.”
“She’ll live,” Nalia sighed as she bent down to check the wounds. She wasn’t as good a healer as Fuuka, but made do and patched the elf up nicely. Lillianne was too absorbed in revenge fantasies to pay them any mind; she was already daring Breathless to “try that again”. Now one must not get the wrong impression about this woman, or the Avian-people in general. They are as diverse and eclectic as any other intelligent species, and when you get down to it, even Breathless herself passed as a somewhat decent creature. She merely craved treasures and riches and material possessions; her only real sins were insatiable greed and unstoppable wrath. She never fought unless she was attacked first, so in a way, her experience with the crew of the Dauntless had been a series of tragic misunderstandings.
But who cares, right? She and Lillianne fought like starving dogs as she swooped in and smashed her foe. Lil absorbed the brunt of the attack and clung on tight, wrestling Breathless to the ground. She was far stronger than her enemy and was quickly making use of her fists, feet, and teeth, digging deep bruises and scars until Breathless blinded her with her plumage and flapped away. In the air, she was unbeatable, but on the ground, she lost every time. The two could not fight each other until a “compromise” was made: Breathless would have to dive down and dig her claws in deep before Lil could counter with a few bloody blows. Eventually a draw was called and Breathless retreated, but not before Nalia decided to step in and finish the job. She found a flat, circular stone and threw it like a discus, striking Breathless so hard that she dropped the stolen medallion.
“Catch it!” Nalia and Aseria raced as it drifted in the air; its fate would be decided by whoever took hold of it first. Before either of them could reach it, the ground underneath them erupted, spewing leaves, grass, and dirt everywhere. A hand shot out of the confusion and snagged the treasure before either woman could touch it, and drew back to clutch victoriously. There was a sliver of free time in that moment where everybody was suspended in astonishment, and for those lagging behind, still catching their breath from the fight, they could see that another rival had hidden herself in the grass this whole time, waiting for them, and now sprang out like a spider to grab her prize. Nalia and Aseria were disposed of as the woman blew tranquilizer darts at them, taking advantage of the surprise. But words are slow: all this happened in a few merciless seconds, and by the time most of the women knew what was going on, the Jackal had her prize.
“It was a pain waiting all that time, but definitely worth it. This’ll keep me in good spirits for awhile. Eve—take care, beautiful!” She blew the staggering woman a sultry kiss and hopped away; Shana grinned as she noticed just how red her friend’s face was.
“Ooooooooh!” Eve snorted and swatted at her.
“What are you looking at?!” Meanwhile, Lil screamed at the Jackal as she ran off, but by that time, she was the only one who even cared.
“Gods damn it, she took my jewel! What the hell’re you all standing around for? Help me get it back!”
“Get it back yourself,” Eve mumbled as she went to check on Aseria and Nalia.
“Are they okay?” Shana said to Mink. The quiet woman checked their pulses methodically and nodded.
“Just asleep. These are knockout darts. I think it would be best if somebody stays behind and takes care of them.”
“Aseria, yes,” Lil insisted, “but you can forget about that Amazon bitch. She wanted to steal my treasure and keep it for herself!”
“Nobody cares,” Eve grunted. She loaded her sniper’s rifle and went off in the direction Jackal had gone, though she didn’t seem too fanatical about the treasure. “Don’t get the wrong idea now, your royal pain-in-the-ass-ness,” she pointed to Lil. “I just wanna set a few things straight with that woman. You all stay here with the sleeping beauties.”
“What about her?” Herut said, pointing to Breathless. Eve shrugged.
“Feel sorry for her, I guess. Later.”
“Eve!”
“I know,” she waved. “I’m all business now. There’ll be time to sort out my fucked-up feelings later.”
The Jackal had not counted on meeting so many rivals for this single mysterious treasure, but the thrill of the hunt and the joy of competition made her quest all the more memorable and appetizing. Once she felt she was secluded enough, she stopped to get a good look at the little trinket everybody wanted. The Medallion of Fate was quite a breathtaking piece of jewelry, but far too large and heavy to actually wear, except maybe on special occasions. The chain was actually the skeleton of a snake, its head acting as the center; its jaws had been forced open so the jewel could be thrust in. The bauble was the size of a golf ball and glowed bluish-gold, and there were little gems in the snake’s eyes and runes etched in fine lines along the bones. It was pretty to look at but not very practical; the Jackal wondered what sort of price she could fetch for this.
She heard a shot and saw how the ground next to her foot was torn up a bit as the bullet burrowed through it, and quickly turned around to smile at her assassin. The sniper sent another warning shot, this time blowing a hole in a nearby tree, and revealed herself a minute later, an impatient and cautious look on her face. Eve tensely kept her distance and loaded another round, but held her gun away.
“You’re a good shot,” the Jackal said with a smile.
“Sometimes. What’s so important about that thing?”
“As far as I know, absolutely nothing, except what I can pawn for it. But you know the old saying: ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.’ Apparently your friends back there saw something important in this.” Eve wanted to make a comment but decided to interrogate the woman instead. She didn’t follow her all the way out here just to banter.
“What’s your deal, anyway? Who are you? Are you just another treasure hunter, or what?”
“Another treasure hunter?” Jackal chortled and waved her hand. “That’s putting it crudely, I think. I’m just a wrench in the cogs, beautiful. I live life the way I want and I never let anybody stand in my way. I’m not evil, I’m not good; I’m not your friend, and I’m not your enemy. I live for the thrill of the chase and the prospect of new adventures. If you were hoping for some deeper meaning to all our encounters…well, unless all that blushing and stuttering means what I hope it does, you’re out of luck, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know whether you’re serious or just messing with me,” Eve stated, fondling her gun discreetly.
“Usually it’s the second one, but for you, my dear, I mean what I say. Of course, that doesn’t mean you should trust me, but I wouldn’t mind if you liked me. If you don’t, that’s fine as well, but it’ll sure break my heart putting a sexy woman like you behind me.” Eve turned red again and lowered her gun, sighing deeply.
“I honestly don’t know what I think about that. Nobody’s ever seriously come on to me before. I’m not in the habit of trusting people.”
“That’s a good habit to keep; you’ll live longer. But I can’t understand why people would stay away from you.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Eve whispered, casting her face aside. She didn’t notice how close the Jackal was walking until it was too late; by then, the older woman had already ensnared her mouth and fulfilled the promise she made in the pool not long ago. Eve had been kissed before, first by that prostitute and then by Chandra, but this felt so different and unique that she nearly believed the reality of it all. Chandra’s kisses had been nice and fiery, but they were also superfluous and even empty after awhile, but the Jackal’s soft pink lips had thrills and adventures and romance and human emotion backing it up. It felt so much like a real kiss that Eve forgot herself for a moment and returned the favor—maybe because she really was falling for this rogue, or maybe because she was so truly desperate for human contact.
“I hope we meet again soon,” she heard someone say, and the warmth of the experience left her as the Jackal disappeared. Eve had been left shaking in her shoes, with nothing but a memory imprinted into her heart for as long as she would live—and, oddly enough, the Medallion of Fate, which the Jackal apparently gave to her. Pinned on one of the bones was a note that made Eve feel like this strange relationship was really becoming serious. It read:
MY NAME IS QUINCY WINCHESTER
ONLY MY LOVERS KNOW THAT NAME
……
Things were put into motion quickly. Even though Nalia still remained an outsider as far as the Amazonians were concerned, “Queen Lil” had proven herself worthy of the treasure after all. Nalia reluctantly admitted how bravely the exotic woman and her dark lover fought against the bird-goddess whole stole the breath of mortals away—it was a tale that would surely be passed down for generations—and her sisters agreed that if anyone was worthy of the medallion, it was Lillianne. This did not help alleviate the woman’s massive ego one little bit. Now that she had her treasure, it was decided that they would leave Amazonia soon. Most of the warriors were already grieving the loss of so many admirable and beautiful women—but at least they still had Kate Shepherd.
“You’re staying?!” Allegra blurted when she heard the news. Kate smiled warmly and nodded. She had almost completely gone native by that point and was wearing traditional Amazonian clothes. They certainly seemed to flatter her muscular frame more than her old outfit did—now all she needed was a tattoo and a few jewels pierced in.
“I was really just looking for a place where I could belong. Amy did say we could come and go as we pleased, so I’ve decided to live here.”
“I’ll be jiggered,” she murmured—then, a great big southern belle smile flourished on her face as she pumped her fist and exclaimed, “Well shoot, why don’t I just stay here with you? I ain’t got no ties to the ship.”
“Are you sure?” Allegra winked confidently.
“I did say I’d stay by your side no matter what, didn’t I? Well, if I didn’t, I’m sayin’ it now! I guess I’ll just have to get used to shootin’ a bow from now on!” As Allegra laughed out loud, Kate reconsidered her life-altering decision. Her original goal was to leave Utopia, get as far away from it as possible, and spend her days in good company. On Amazonia, she had a promising future, a group of loyal and loving sisters, and was even betrothed to a woman who practically worshipped the ground she walked on. Nothing was lacking at all…but Allegra had been her friend long before she had her devoted fans, and was now promising lifelong devotion, perhaps even sacrificing a few of her own dreams. Kate suddenly wondered for a moment if her bride-to-be felt the same way.
“That’s so sweet of you. Um…could you excuse me for a second? I’ll be right back.”
“Sure, take your time.” Allegra’s smile was becoming more and more attractive every time it was released—and yet wasn’t she suffering from a host of inner demons? Kate weighed this in her mind as she went back to her future bride, patiently waited for her hungry kisses to subside, and spoke to her as best she could, having only a childish grasp of the language.
“I think stay here, so I tell friend and she stay here too.”
“Good, good!” squealed the woman. “Your friend is most welcome. I’m sure we could find a strong mate for her.”
“Yes, but she say she stay with me all time. If I go away, back to Faraway Place, you go too?”
“You mean you’d leave me?”
“No, I say I go, I ask you come. Would you come?”
“I couldn’t leave this place!” she exclaimed in horror, shaking her head violently. “This is my home; this is my family! I’ve grown up here and I’ll die here! Why should I go with you, anyway? You said you’d stay here with me!” Kate suspected a response like that, and couldn’t deny her disappointment. Allegra would sacrifice everything to keep her word, whereas this woman, whom Kate honestly did not feel any true affection for, was content to stay on her world, which she could totally understand. But the contrast was sharp and she realized what an incredible mistake it would be to stay there. Her bride-to-be, and soon the entire enclave, protested wildly as she declared her intentions, but Kate couldn’t be with anyone that wasn’t willing to stay by her side.
Allegra was aghast as she saw the crowd following after her friend. She assumed the worst and yelped.
“Hot dayum, what did ya tell them?! They act like you desecrated a shrine or something!”
“I must be popular!” Kate yelled. As she looked back, though, she noticed only a few Amazonians were really after her. A large portion of the crowd was chasing after somebody else, wielding weapons and throwing everything they could get their hands at. Allegra’s sharp eyes noticed the unfortunate person was Lil, clutching her ill-gotten medallion stubbornly as she sprinted ahead of the angry mob.
“I shoulda figured she’d ruffle their feathers the wrong way!” Allegra shouted. “Hey, Lily! What’d ya do, burn down a house?”
“Shit! Just shut up and keep running! They found out I wasn’t really a Queen!”
“What?! How in the world did they—“
“The stupid temp tattoo wore off!” It became too loud to speak after that; the trio just concentrated on running, and once they saw the ship, they roared for everyone already onboard to start the engines. Luckily, the Acheron sisters were much too professional to panic—in fact, Tee chuckled crudely and sighed, “Ah, poetic justice!” The ship’s hatch safely closed on the trio as they dove in headfirst, and the Dauntless climbed up into the heavens once more, pelted by spears and arrows and angry curses. Allegra, Kate, and Lillianne caught their breath and slowly crawled to their feet, flustered and glowing victoriously.
“Never a dull moment, huh?” Kate couldn’t help but laugh in spite of how close she came to being trampled.
“Nope! I think I made the right choice after all!” Allegra smiled warmly, and reached over to clap her shoulder. Everyone had always seen Lady van Landingham as a southern dandy, a polite and cheerful woman whose charm was only surpassed by her quick draw and feisty behavior. But in that moment she was angelic, bursting with love and joy as she began to understand what Kate gave up in order to stay on the ship.
“I’m glad you decided to stay,” she whispered softly. Kate glowed hot pink and smiled.
“Me too.” She took a deep breath to clear her head as Allegra and Lil stormed off, demanding one thing or another. Her heart had not yet stopped pounding even though she had been at rest for some time. She finally came to a conclusion that had been nestling in her head like a seed, just waiting to sprout.
Oh my god, I think I’m in love!
……
It takes a lot of inner strength to go against the status quo and stand up for your beliefs, and Nalia, daughter of Nervasse the guard, experienced firsthand the consequences that are often dealt to the avant-garde. It’s a universal truth in most cultures that the nail that sticks out gets hammered down, and because she refused to control her unnatural affection towards men, Nalia was permanently exiled from her tribe. But this was not a time of sadness for her, even though she had stayed faithful to her sisters in spite of her solitude, and had worked hard to fit in. She was now free to live her own life, to love those she chose, and perhaps to start her own enclave, where Amazonians like her could coexist in peace with the males. To her sisters this was an exile; to Nalia, it was an opportunity. She didn’t even look back as she went on her way.
Preview of next chapter:
Alala: WHAT?! I got a letter from my mother!
Shana: What’s it say, what’s it say?
Alala: It says you’re very cute!!
Shana: Aww! I love you!
Aseria: Actually, it’s a wedding invitation. I guess she’s getting remarried.
Alala: This is news to me! Why didn’t she tell me she was getting married?!
Aseria: But she just did—see? She gave you an invitation.
Alala: Ehh…that’s not what I meant. I guess we’re going to Tigris in the next chapter!
Shana: And meeting lots of nympho lesbian catgirls! Yay!
Aseria: If “The Marriage of Diona: Alala has a new stepmommy!” doesn’t have romance, I can guarantee it will have lots of sex.
Alala: BUT WHY THE FREAK DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?! MY MOTHER CAN BE SUCH A BITCH SOMETIMES!!
Shana: Yenae’s right—kitty is even cuter when she’s angry!
Alala: Phooey!
Back to Voyage of the Dauntless Index - Back to Original Fiction Shoujo-Ai Fanfiction