&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& MUNE KNIGHT -------- Part 5 Written by Ed Hrzic Copyright (c) 1997 by Ed Hrzic &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& ----------------------------------------------------------------- Previous parts available at "ftp.cs.ubc.ca" in the directory "pub/archive/anime-fan-works/Miscellaneous/EdFics" along with most of my other fics. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Send comments to "bd981@@yfn.ysu.edu". Thanks! ----------------------------------------------------------------- ***************************************************************** WARNING!!!! This fiction contains scenes of sexual descriptions. If you do now wish to read this type of material, then skip this fic! ***************************************************************** PART 5 -- "Just in Kyme" Clap swung open the door to his room in the inn. "Hi! I'm back!" Khami looked up at him from a manual the she was reading on the bed. "It took you long enough." "It's nice to see you, too, Khami," he said as he patted her head. He turned to Fesl. "How's it hanging?" She looked quizzically at him. "It isn't hanging at all. It's up in the air." "What do you mean?" "You're up in the air." Clap looked down at himself and laughed stupidly. "Anyway, Khami, what have you found out?" She closed the book she was reading. "From these manuals, there's enough information to build anything from a vegetable slicer, to a wave-motion cannon...whatever those are. There's also something on steam powered vibrators..." "Anything we can use?" "Nothing...in the books that is," she walked over to the table in the room, littered with electronic equipment. "Fesl has been helping me identify what most of these things are, though." Clap looked over most of the stuff. "Looks like a puzzle that has no solution." He picked up the hilt of a sword. "What the heck is this? A broken sword?" "No that's what is called a...Fesl?" Fesl stood up and walked to Clap's side. "A beam saber." "And what is the rest of this stuff?" Khami picked up items at random. "Bracers of Defense AC -20... laser pistol...claw gloves...dehydrator...bottle opener... batteries...improbability drive...flash grenades...and more. We'll probably find out their uses later." "I'll bet," he smiled. "Anyway folks, we'll be leaving for Kyme in the morning." "What's out there?" Khami asked. "Don't ask me. I only work here." "Then why are we going?" Clap shrugged. Khami shook her head, then yawned. "Yes, it is about time to go to sleep." Clap shed pulled off the pants he was wearing, and sat down on one of the two beds in the room. Khami pulled off the pants that she wore and got into the bed, pulling the covers to her neck. Clap looked up at Fesl. "What's wrong?" "What are you doing?" she asked, not knowing. "Going to sleep. What does it look like? Aren't YOU going to?" "I need not what you call 'sleep'." Clap pulled the covers over him. "Well good for you." He blew out the candle. "Good night, Khami." "'Night Clap." Clap rolled over and began to sleep. There was silence for several moments. He rolled back over. Just as he thought, Fesl was still standing there, looking at him. He sighed. "Okay then. You'll need to ACT like you're sleeping. I don't think many people have see a robot-" "Android." Clap sighed again. "Okay. I don't think many people have seen an ANDROID before. So it may be a shock to them." Without a change in countenance, she continued. "Then, what do I do?" Clap got back up. "Well, since many people don't sleep in full clothing, unless they're very tired, you need to take off your clothes." Khami awoke. "WHAT?! You're not going to-" "No." Clap shot back at her. Thinking a bit, he added, "At least not yet." "Pig," Khami snorted, and went back to sleep. Fesl was fiddling with her skirt. "What are you doing?" Clap asked. "Doing what you said. But it doesn't appear that I know how to take off my clothes." Clap stood up. "Here, I'll help you. Just stand still." He looked at her outfit with a puzzled expression, not knowing HOW to take it off. He reached around her waist and felt for a zipper, or button. Bingo. He pulled her closer, reaching behind her for the zipper, almost hugging her. He inhaled. "Hey, you smell like peaches." She nodded. "Pheromones." Clap nodded, to make her think he knew what she was talking about. The zipper of her blouse started at the top of her back, and ended above her skirt. When fully unzipped, the blouse fell from her body to the floor. Her supple breasts were now able to be seen. The skirt was nothing but elastic, so he kneeled down, and slipped it slowly down her legs. He stopped briefly to admire the panties she wore. Pink (like almost every anime female). "You have to step out of the skirt now." She did so. "Now, sit on the bed, and I'll take your boots off." He kneeled in front of her. "Now, extend your left leg." Slam! She hit him in the face. Clap fell to the ground. He rubbed his chin. "What was that for?!" "You told me to extend my left leg." "Slowly, so you don't kill me!" "I'm sorry." Her legs made him forget about it. He took her still extended leg into his arms, and proceeded to pull the boot off of her foot. "Now, the other leg. SLOWLY." Clap paused. "You can put your other foot down." He pulled the other boot off. Both clunked on the floor. He got into bed. "Now what do I do?" she asked. "You can climb into bed with me." He raised the covers for her to get in, and she pressed himself against his body. Her breasts against his chest, her legs against his. He did admit to himself that she had a nice body. "Now what?" she asked, whispering. "Go to sleep." * * * Khami picked up her spear, and in one sweep of her hand, shoved all of the equipment off of the table and into her industrial sized hand-bag. "I'm ready." "You would be, Khami," Clap said, getting his pants on. "Hey, YOU got up five MINUTES ago. I'VE been up for five HOURS. "Give me a break." He stood up. Fesl sat up in the bed. Clap looked over at her after buttoning his pants. "Aren't you going to get dressed?" She looked at him, with an expression like a curious child. "I don't know how to get dressed." "You're just like a newborn child." "By human standards, you would be correct. Technically, I was 'born' only yesterday." Clap scratched his head. "Well, yes. That explains everything. Stand up." She put her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Clap kneeled, picking up her skirt. "Step into it." One by one, her feet entered the small piece of silk. He pulled it up over her legs and into place around her hips. Her blouse came next. "You can put your boots on. Just remember what I did last night, but do it in reverse." "Why didn't you tell me to do that with my clothes?" "Because I enjoyed dressing you." Khami screamed. "You're pathetic, Clap!" Clap turned and faced her, still squatting. "Says you! I might think you're jealous!" Khami got down in his face. "Jealous?! Hell no! Just because you take a liking to a MACHINE instead of a LIVING PERSON, doesn't mean I'm jealous!" She stuck out her tongue. * * * They trio stepped out into the town, wincing briefly from the sunlight. "Photosynthesis." Fesl breathed. "Photo-who?" Clap and Khami said at once. "Sunlight engages photosynthesis in plants, creating food for them, and giving off oxygen as a by-product." 'That makes sense,' Clap thought. Khami looked up and down the street, then listened for a moment. Clap noticed. "What's wrong?" "It's strange. Where are all the people? I don't see or hear anyone, and my hearing is pretty good. Better than a human's." Clap waved her on. "Oh, don't worry about it. It's just your imagination." He started walking to the left, followed by Fesl. Khami looked up and down the street again. "I don't think this is such a good idea." "I think you better listen to your lady friend, wanderer!" The trio turned and saw the two remaining Sentai Mune Knights, Green and Blue, plus a rather evil looking lich-like being standing behind them. Blue continued his speech. "May I present Mister Paipu. He's quite an accomplished mage. As a matter of fact, he's won several awards, including the 'Mune Knight of the Year' pageant, and is a bonified member of the 'Non-Smoker's Society'." Clap nodded. "But it looks like he needs to be a member of the 'National Plastic Surgery Society'. I hear they give very good discounts for those so unfortunate that they'd scare away a pack of elephants." Paipu seemed interested. "You...you really think so?" he said as he started to rub his chin." Blue turned. "He's INSULTING you, you idiot! Not giving you advice!" Paipu's face turned evil, and his gaze burned into Clap's face. "So! You think you can make a fool of me and get away with it!" The trio nodded. Paipu hauled back and launched a very large energy wave toward them. Clap and Khami rolled to the side of the road. He looked back. Fesl was still standing in the road. "Fesl! Watch out! Get out of the way!" It was no use. The wave simply passed through her, affecting her not in the least. Clap, Khami, and the Sentais were quite puzzled. Paipu was shocked most of all. "That should have killed you!" "Your power affects only living creatures, Mister Paipu." Paipu stepped forward. "And what would you be? A robot?" "No, an android." Paipu thought. "Well, that explains a whole lot. Now what?" Two cannons ripped their way out of the back of Fesl's blouse and positioned themselves over her shoulders. "This. Activating primary targeting systems. Initiating cannon burst," she calmly announced. Particles of energy drew into the barrels, and the two weapons roared with energy, sending two streams toward Paipu. "Oh...shit," were the last words that were heard from the Mune Knight of the Year, as most of his entrails were used to paint Blue and Green's armor. Fesl's weapons returned to their housing place. "Quite impressive," Green said, hefting his axe. "Now it's time to destroy you and your friends. Since you've already given away one of your most devastating attack, we know what to watch out for." "Quite right," Fesl concluded. Clap and Khami rushed to her side. "Well, that's why we're here. To take you two out!" Blue held his axe tightly. "Then, shall we have a nice debating contest? Or shall we commence in a little senseless combat?" All four warriors ran forward. Fesl just stood in the background, taking in the sights of the battle. Khami tripped Blue with the butt of her spear, and drove downward at his prone body. To counter-attack, Blue swung his armored leg at her own, sweeping her off of her feet, and knocking her spear several feet from them. He was about to get up, when she flipped up into a fighting stance and planted a drop kick to his chest. "You're going to pay for that!" Khami twirled her four arms around herself. "Quadruple Air Saber, now!" The air began to swirl and solidify in her hands. Blue was promptly sliced and diced into several separate, bite- sized pieces. The Air Sabers disappeared. Clap had just finished parrying the axe of Green. Since his sword was much smaller and weaker that Green's axe, it goes to say that he might snap Clap's little toothpick. He did. Clap rolled backward, and thought. He thought and thought. Nothing came to mind. Green stepped forward, laughing. That is, until Khami shoved her spear through his neck. Green dropped, head hitting the ground first. "Thanks. I-" "Owe me several, yes I know. And don't think I won't cash in on them soon. Well, let's get going. I'm sure that the town will clean up." * * * The road to Kyme didn't take very long. About three hours of walking in silence (and Clap sneaking looks at both of the ladies' butts), they arrive at the gates to Kyme. Thankfully, the people were quite helpful in directing them to a place where they could find work. After all, a person's got to have a job, since Clap has spent all of his money on avocadoes which he had already eaten. The 'Adventurer's Guild,' as it was named, was a relatively small building, housing a lamp, two chairs, a desk, on fluffy chair behind the desk, and one cute looking girl. Khami walked up to the desk and asked, "We need some work. Do you have anything available?" Clap stepped up to her. "Khami, you need to do this with charm and persuasion." He cleared his throat and addressed the woman: "Greetings, my beautiful young lady." He bowed. "I trust that a woman of your beauty could assign some newcomers to this business with a job that would be favorable to both of us?" Khami eyed him with scrutiny, and yawned. The girl smiled. "Thanks, but I'm not a woman." Clap gasped. "You're a man?!" "No. I'm 18. In this village, a girl is not a woman until she reaches the age of 20." Clap sighed, wiping his brow. "That was a close one. But, do you have some work for us?" "Well, I have two things. There is a job to take care of a dragon to the north." Clap whimpered. "Perhaps not. What else?" "That's it," she said. Clap shook his head. "But, you said you had two things." "I did. The other one is my address." Khami turned her head. Clap took the piece of paper she scribbled on. "And, here is a pass for a complementary drink at 'Bar Feline.'" * * * The trio started walking through the town. Fesl began to talk. "What did that girl mean by, her address?" Clap coughed. "Well, after reading some of that manual, the correct thing would be for 'interfacing.'" "Then you are all machines too?" "No...it would take too long to explain. Wait till you're older." "What does my age have to do with it?" "Never mind. I guess it's just a hu-" Clap felt something on his butt. He looked over at Khami, who was walking close to him. He reached down and touched her rear. "What are you doing?" Khami asked. "I didn't know you cared." "Cared about what?" Clap didn't understand. "Didn't you touch my butt?" "No." "Then..." he turned around. There was no one behind them. "What is it?" Fesl asked. "I don't know. Someone touched my butt. It wasn't you, was it Fesl?" "Negative." "Hmmm. Something screwy is going on." Khami leaned over to him. "Speaking of 'screws' I've been meaning to ask about-" Clap interrupted her with a whisper. "I feel it again." He turned around and grabbed. What he found in his grip was the arm of a small girl. She had red hair and wore a tunic, and she was a little more than half of Clap's height. "Hey! Leggo of my hand!" "You touched my rear!" "I was looking for your wallet!" "This is a fantasy setting! People don't carry wallets! They carry all of their money in pouches!" The girl made a face, saying, "That would make things easier. Maybe that's why I never found any money..." Clap let her go. Now, get outta here before I stab you." He turned around, and Khami and Fesl began walking again. Clap continued, "Now, Khami, what were you saying about 'screwing'?" "What is this 'screwing'?" Fesl asked. "If Khami would volunteer, we could give you a demonstration-" "Not bloody likely," she spat at him. "But I thought you said-" "Never mind what I said." "Gee, can't women ever make up their min-" Clap turned around and grabbed the girl's hand again. "I thought I told you to go away!" "You did, but some overriding influence makes me continue." "Perhaps it's that guy that smashed me with that keyboard..." She tried to grab for his money pouch. "What are you doing?!" She tried grabbing again. "You're pouch." "Forget it. I don't have any money anyway." "I need some way to feed my dozen brothers and sisters. We have no home..." (an NPC starts playing a violin) "...no food, and no money. But valiantly we struggle on from day to day." The girl clenched her hand. "I vowed to feed my family one way or another. And it's my job." A big guy, who had been listening to the story, blew his nose. "That was the saddest story I've ever heard." He put away his handkerchief. "BUT IT'S WRONG!" The girl was knocked on her duff by the force of the man's yell. "Okay, so I lied. I'm an orphan." Clap kneeled down to her. "What's you name, kid?" She kneeled with him. "Soap." Clap checked around in his pockets. "I don't have any. Would you mind telling me your name instead?" "That is my name: Soap." "You mean, like the stuff you use to wash yourself?" "Yes." Khami walked over. "What are you doing now, Clap?" "Talking to someone." "Isn't that the girl who touched your butt?" "Yeah. So, you're an orphan?" "Yes," she replied. Clap stood. "Would you like to venture with us? We could use more members." "Sure!" she hopped up. "How old are you?" "I'm 100 years old." "And I'm the tooth faerie." Khami looked at him. "You are?! I've been meaning to ask you about that present you got me for my last tooth..." Clap slapped himself. "It's called sarcasm, Khami." "Oh," she breathed. "How can you be 100, Soap?" "I'm an elf." That's when Clap noticed her pointed ears. "We live about a century." "Ah, that explains things quite a bit." "So where do we go?" Soap asked. Khami took over. "First, let's get to an inn. I'm tired." "Sounds good to me." "I thought you said that you didn't have any money!" Soap yelled. "I don't. She does." "Oh." * * * They entered the typical inn room. Clap dropped his equipment on the table to the rear of the room. Khami did that same. "Now what?" Soap asked. Khami fell over on one of the two beds, and began to sleep. Clap looked at her. "Well, Khami has turned off her link with reality for the time being." Soap bent over and picked up a piece of paper from the floor. "What's this? 'Bar Feline'?" Clap took it and snapped his fingers. "Yeah, we could go there." Soap looked at the ticket. "But that pass is only for one person." "I could get a robe and put you two inside it." "No," Fesl said. "We would attract too much attention. Though Soap could, without any fear of detection." "How 'bout it, Soap?" Soap shrugged. "Why not?" * * * "What if I'm starting to have second thoughts?" Soap asked from under the robe. "Too late now. We're almost there." "And what's this hard thing that I feel at the back of my neck? It's like-" "Shhh! We're here." There was a big bouncer in front of 'Bar Feline.' He wasn't just big. He was BIG. He stuck out his hand. "You're pass please." Clap pulled out the pass, and gave it to him. The man looked at it intently, and then looked at Clap who laughed nervously. "You can go in." The bouncer opened the door and stepped in. Inside, it was dark, except lit by a few 'everlasting light' spells in the various corners. There were a few bards playing some type of soft, sensuous beat. Around a raised platform in the center of the room that stretched from one end to another, there were several tables. All of them were filled, except for one. The reason that is was called Bar Feline is because there were several female felines that inhabited the place. There were two feline barmaids, and one bartendress. Upon the platform, there was a feline that was undulating with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. "Ow!" Soap cried. "You stepped on my foot!" "Sorry." Clap sat at the empty table, near the rear of the establishment. Soap kneeled inside of the robe. "What's going on?" she asked. "Nothing. Just a dancer." "I'm thirsty, get some water." One of the barmaids came up to the table. She was relatively tall. Fine black fur covered her entire body. She wore a halter that held up her large breasts, and a fur-tight skirt. The boots she wore were laced up to her knees. "What'll you have?" Clap looked at her for a bit. "Not for sale," she said. Clap snapped back from a fantasy and said, "Water." "We don't serve water. Spiked milk and cream only." "Who's cream?" "Whipped cream, you smart-ass." "I'll take some milk then, nice-ass." She sneered and left. Soap turned around to kneel at him. Laying her head upon the edge of the chair (right between Clap's legs), she noticed something rising in front of her face. 'Hmmm...' she thought. 'What's that?' The feline came back, putting the milk in front of him. He continued to gaze at the next dancer. She simply had a bikini on, and was dancing to the ever increasing beat of the music. The brown fur that covered her body was fine, just like the barmaid's. She had a mane of brown hair that fell to her waist. Along with that, she was nicely featured and attractively shaped. Several people from the crowd cheered. Clap look at the milk that had some black liquid swirling in it. 'I wonder what it is?' He looked up, and the dancer bent over. 'Yikes' he said, eyeing her rear. Soap noticed the thing rose ever higher. She reached up to his pants, and started to pull them down, along with his underwear. Clap gasped, and said quietly, through clenched teeth, "What are you doing?!" Unfortunately (or fortunately, as you will find out) Soap couldn't hear him. Clap didn't dare put his hands down there; people would think he was weird. It's a good thing that the robe was very long. Soap finished pulling down his pants, and saw the outline of something that looked like a rod. 'A candy cane!' she thought and moved her face forward... Clap gulped when he felt Soap's mouth over his manhood. Soap had no idea what the thing was. It seemed like a large candy cane, but was warm and throbbing. She continued to bob her head up and down on it. 'It doesn't taste anything like a candy cane. I'll keep it up for a few moments.' Clap didn't dare move. The dancer was coming near his table, on the platform. Soap kept it up. 'Darn it, why doesn't this thing do anything?!' She kept going faster. Clap clenched his teeth, as the dancer leaned down in front of him, pulling off her top, and allowing him to see her breasts. She licked her lips, then laid back on the stage. She put her legs together, and pulled off her panties. Down her legs they went, and threw them onto his table. The crowd cheered. Then she started undulating her hips, as if reacting to an invisible lover. Clap grasped the edges of the table, losing all control. The dancer arched her back at the same time, crying out. A liquid flooded Soap's mouth. She swallowed. 'It's not sweet, but it'll do. Huh? That thing is shrinking...' She licked her lips. Clap exhaled. "Here's your drink," he said to her. "No thanks. I'm not thirsty anymore." 'I wonder why,' he thought. Clap stood up and began to walk for the exit. He went back to the table and picked up the bra and panties that the dancer had left him. He was about to leave, then turned to watch the dancer end her number. He turned, then the bouncer stopped him. "It looks like you're the lucky one tonight. Here is a free pass to come back tomorrow. We'll have a surprise for you." Clap took that pass, then looked at the smiling bouncer, who was missing about 3/4 of his teeth. Clap left and went back to the inn. Upon entering, he saw that Khami was still asleep. Fesl was already undressed, like the previous night, only in her panties. "I'm ready to go to sleep," she said. Soap came out of the robe, and saw Fesl. "You sleep like that?!" "How do you sleep?" she asked. "I at least wear a bra." "You're fine as you are, Fesl, and yes it is time to go to bed." "Thank you, Clap. How was Bar Feline?" "We'll talk later," Clap said, taking off his pants and shirt. He laid down, and Fesl laid on top of him, straddling one of his thighs. Soap eyed them. "Hey! There are no beds left! Where do I sleep?!" "With us," Fesl said. Soap shrugged and pulled off her tunic. She was dressed in a blue bra and blue panties, each with pictures of faeries on them. Clap notice that she was quite filled out for her size. She climbed up upon him, straddling his other thigh. "Gee, how fun," she said. Clap simply smiled, putting his arms around both of them. Soap felt that thing again, against her thigh... * * * The next day, they all got up. They were all about to get dressed when Fesl started to shudder. Clap put his arm around her. "What is it, Fesl?" He then noticed that the panel where the fluid was kept was glowing. "What's going on?" Fesl cried out then fell over. >>> END OF PART 5 <<<