Rough Draft - Coye 4.5 (Patreon)

I expect this one will change a lot in the second draft. Makes sense since I'm getting used to writing 4 new characters all at once.

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Britni and her entourage led Coye out behind the Guild, where no one else was currently at. There were six benches and tables for adventurers to make use of at their leisure, but they went mostly unused because the Guild was too dreary a place for outdoor activities. That was a Cransmere thing in general, though.

Ever since first laying eyes on them, Shayla had been sizing up Coye’s bullies and committing every last detail to her memory in silence. She wanted to know the ins and outs of their personalities to see if there were any who sparked with Coye and who seemed a likely choice for a future hook up.

The first thing she noticed is that the four were fashionable. Very, very fashionable. They each work expensive clothes that put them completely at odds with everyone else in this depressing little village. If nothing else, Shayla loved them for that alone.

Coco, who seemed the youngest, was petite- both shorter and flatter than Byng with none of the chub. She had short brown hair that spiked outwards to the side of her head and big curly bangs. She wore black hot pants, a black tank top, a fancy dog collar and a big poofy blue jacket with a big furry collar.

Speaking of fur, her hands and legs starting from below the elbow and midway down her upper thigh were covered in a thick brown and white coat. She had huge pointy ears and a tail that seemed to be the main way Coco expressed herself. Shayla noted that the young Beastfolk’s resting bitch face put even Tammy’s to shame.

Shayla’s rating was nine out of ten. Absolutely adorable, though in a markedly different way than the other girls.

Tiph, the oldest of the group by Shayla’s estimation, was the tallest and the bustiest. Her outfit emphasized both facts. Like many alchemists she wore a big flowing white coat, only hers was designer. It was trimmed with gold, had big pockets with various vials and ingredients bulging out with them, and it had a big fancy purple collar that opened up to reveal her tight black strapless top which out her tremendous cleavage on display. She wore a pair of mismatched black boots on top of shredded purple tights as an elaborately trimmed short skirt fought not to reveal too much.

Her hair was long, flowing, and it was an unusual pale green color with streaks of purple in her bangs. She had droopy eyes that had thick purple eyeshadow applied to them, making her look tired and unaware of her surroundings. The color of her pinkish red eyes stood out to Shayla, however. There was an intelligence to them that stood in contrast to the rest of what she was trying to present with her looks.

Shayla rated Tiph a six out of ten, although she was docked three points for being an alchemist.

Marlie, the strangest of the four to Shayla, seemed like she didn’t even want to be here. She had dark brown skin, at which various places volcanic-looking cracks formed and burned with a demonic fire beneath her skin. A black, spade tipped tail twirled about behind her, coming out from behind a pair of black shorts with cuts on the side and a flowing, torn purple over skirt coming out from her black belt. Her top was a tight tank top that had many leather belts and the middle was bare, showing off her scant cleavage.

She was slim, slender, but only slightly taller than Coye. Her eyes had black sclera and bright purple irises that glowed. Her pointy ears had many piercings, and her hair was bright red, short, and styled like a fashionable boy might wear. It was a good look on her, and it only drew attention to the curved purple horns coming out the top of her head.

Shayla gave Marlie a seven out of ten. That face mask was doing her no favors, and she didn’t entirely match the vibe the rest of the group had going on.

And then there was Britni, who Shayla was in awe of.

Britni had a unique style that Shayla had never dreamed of. She looked like a high fashion barbarian Queen, if that was possible. She wore a padded pink skirt and tank top ornamented with gold trim and Midgardian tribal patterns. Furry boots with golden jewelry hanging off the front. Elegant leggings and striped sleeves, a trendy belt. Her breasts were big, proportionately they were likely bigger than Shayla’s but not close to Tiph and maybe even Dorothy.

Her long blonde hair was done up in a bushy ponytail that spread like curly waves, fanning out behind her head like magic. The bottom half of her hair was dyed a striking strawberry pink. She wore many pieces of silver jewelry, including a pair of big hoop earrings and a bracelet on her left hand.

Like Tiph, Britni also wore exaggerated makeup. Her pouty lips were accented by her blue lipstick, and the blue eyeshadow made her sharp, ice-colored eyes all the more striking. If that wasn’t cute enough, she had three white hearts drawn on each cheek to top it all off.

Ten wasn’t enough. Shayla gave her an eleven and made special note to watch for her outfits from now on, hoping they might inspire her own clothing designs.

As for their personalities and their potential with Coye? That was still up in the air.

Currently, the four sat themselves at one of the benches. Coye sat between Coco and Tiph, neither of who were respecting his personal space. Coco was in his face growling and making a fierce expression, while Tiph’s hand was resting on his thigh, her finger drawing little patterns through his trousers.

Across the table, Britni leered at him and Marlie busied herself by tending to a magical looking dagger she summoned in a puff of smoke and fire.

Britni was eying Coye down. She seemed to stare at him an awful lot, Shayla noted. While it wasn’t as angry as Coco, it wasn’t a friendly look, either. Just as Britni was on the verge of saying something, Coye saved her the trouble.

“So, uh… how did the quest go?” He asked. The silence was getting to him even more than Britni’s threatening glare, so he took it on himself to start the conversation.

“Aww, were you worried about us?” Tiph grinned.

“Well,” he looked away. “You guys were gone a lot longer than Dorothy thought you would be, so-“

“Wait a second, little guy. Did you just, like, call the boss chick by her name?” Tiph held back a laugh, which became hard after his cheeks turned a bright shade of red. “Oh, Gods. You totally did. Wow. What’s up with that, huh? Did you bend her over the front desk?”

“W-What?! N-No! I-“ Coye jumped a few inches away and put his hands up to deny Tiph, only for this to send him knocking backward into Coco.

She bit him, as she always did. This time it was on the neck.

“Gah- Coco! D-Don’t!”

“Respect Coco’s personal space and I- uh… and Coco won’t!” She stumbled for a moment before correcting her pronouns, earning her another treat from Britni. It would’ve tasted like bacon if she had the patience to chew it.

“Is this true, loser?” Britni smiled and leaned across the table, drawing Coye’s wandering eye to her big brown cleavage for just a slight second. “Are you sneaking in some extra quests with the monster freak?”

“Stop asking about her,” Coye frowned. “You guys were gonna for two weeks, a lot happened. Some stuff came up, and we’re on a first name basis now… that’s all.”

Britni’s expression grew tense. “Really now? By Odin’s beard. What kinda stuff are we talking about, huh?”

“Uh,” Coye thought back to his compromising situation and brushed it off. “It’s not important. What took you guys so long?”

Marlie looked up from her knife long enough to mumble, “Someone kept pulling us over so they could fill their bag with stupid plants every ten minutes.”

“Excuse me? Bitch, when was the last time we went that far on a quest, huh? There were all sorts of ingredients out there that I like normally never get a chance to cultivate. Unlike the rest of you, i only adventure to get funds and materials.” Her carefree expression became adversarial as she looked at Marlie, who continued to ignore her.

“Coco remembers Marlie wasted a day chasing down that magic sword she heard about in the tavern!”

“Coco should remember that she should shut up,” Marlie suggested, only for Coco to start barking back at her in defiance.

“Come to think of it, we had to keep chasing you after you ran off chasing rabbits.” Tiph said as she laughed at the beastfolk.

“Prey is meant to be chased!” Coco said, though her tail lowered in a way that made it look like she felt somewhat sorry.

"Gods, would you all just stop with your stupid bitching? Sure, it took us longer than it should've, but we killed all those mushrooms and got the job done just like we always do. Unluckily for you, loser, but we made it back unharmed."

Coye looked at Britni with confusion, maybe even a bit of hurt. "Just cause you guys bother me doesn't mean I wish you'd get hurt. I was actually really worried about you, honestly.”

This sincerity got a reaction from the girls, who weren’t used to Coye expressing himself to this degree. Shayla focused in on Britni, who seemed bewildered.

“You? Worried about me? As if. I come from a long, long line of Viking warriors!” She slammed her fist on the table, cracking it and causing Coye to jump back. “Just because you saw me when I slipped up a long time ago doesn’t mean anything! Don’t you go looking down on me, you thrall.”

“He can’t look down on you,” Marlie reminded as she dragged her knife against a small whetstone. “He’s a manlet.”

Britni smirked. “Well he sure as hell ain’t a Jotunn, that’s for sure.”

Watching Britni get all defensive like she usually did irked Tiph. For a split second there was mischief in her eyes, and then decided to act. She draped her arm around Coye’s neck and pulled him close to her body, smiling an insincere smile.

“You’re acting like such a bitch, Brit. Be nice to the kid, he’s just being nice? Aren’t you, squirt?”

“Y-Yes,” Coye agreed from his place between Tiph’s breasts, keeping still to try and minimize the impact they had on him. “I was just-“

Before the boy could try and explain himself further, Coco noticed something and took a sniff of the air. Her eyes opened up wide as she struggled to process the information she gained. Like most cases where she didn’t know what to make of things, she defaulted to barking at Coye.

“Ugh,” Marlie dropped the dagger to cover up her long and pointy ears, then glared at Britni.

“Shut the fuck up, girl! Heel!” Britni shouted, then looked at Coye. “What did you do to piss off Coco, huh?”

Put on the spot yet again, Coye didn’t know what to say. He pulled away from Tiph’s lazy embrace and opened his mouth to speak, but Coco cut him off.

“Runt is acting different! Runt usually gets scared when Tiph touches him! Not this time! He’s…” Coco scooted away significantly, her tail bristling with anger. “Excited! Interested! Into it!”

Britni looked at him like he were a piece of garbage.

Marlie raised an eyebrow.

Tiph laughed and pushed Coye away from her. “No way, gross!”

“Uh…” Coye looked down as he felt an increasing amount of scrutiny pile up on him.

Shayla was on the edge of her seat, wondering how this would go down.

Britni stood up and removed her hand axe from the holster on her trendy belt. It’s handle was carved from sturdy wood, its steel the finest Midgard could forge. Runes were etched onto the blade, and they began to crackle as the beautiful girl brandished it, holding it threateningly toward Coye while it crackled with little sparks of electricity.

“Really now? Well, well, well?” Her eyes became distant, her face, dark. “If you think I’m just gonna sit by while you perv on my friends-“

“Gods, Brit!” Tiph shook her head in disbelief. “Why do you always have to be such a drama Queen? It would, like, be totally weirder if he didn’t find me attractive.” She said, puffing out her cleavage to the nervous boy. “Don’t you agree, squirt?”

“Tiph, this is making me uncomfortable, I…” Coye hadn’t had sex in over a day now. His pulse was racing as he continued to stare at what was being presented to him. Coco growled at him all the while.

“You really are perving on Tiph!” Britni said, aghast.

“No!” Coye finally managed to stop staring at tits and looked the ringleader in the face. “That’s not the whole story, it’s um, it’s complicated!”

“Tits are tits!” Coco helpfully barked. “Coco Doesn’t see what’s so complicated!”

“What she said,” Britni echoed. "You're either perving, or not perving! There's no inbetween!"

"You're gonna make him piss his pants," Tiph stated with an amused smirk.

"No," Marlie said. She looked closer into Coye’s eyes, inadvertently threatening him. Shayla picked up on the fact that of the four, Marlie seemed to bother Coye the most. He had issues with demons in the past and while not a racist, bad memories continued to color his expectations when it came to the children of Tenebris Primis. “Coco is right. There’s something different about him. Something big.”

Taking her words at face value, Britni got up and walked around the table, still keeping her hand axe hefted over her shoulder. She made it behind him and loomed there.

“So something really did happen between you and the Guild Mistress, huh?” Britni asked, clasping her hand on his shoulder. It trembled with rage, or something more. Whatever it was, it was intense. “I think you better start talking if you know what’s good for you.”

“Again, it’s not about Dorothy…” Coye sighed. “As for what happened, I really wouldn’t know where to even start…”

Shayla wondered if he was going to go and tell the truth. Even an abridged version it might set these girls off somehow, Britni in particular looked like she was looking for any reason to use that axe of hers she could find.

“He’s not flinching when you touch him. He’s also talking back to you.” Marlie pointed out.

Britni continued to stare, a crack in her tough facade manifesting in the form of a twitch of the brow. She pulled her hand away and then holstered her axe. “Coco. Give him a thorough sniff down and tell me what’s up.”

“Don’t want to!” Coco insisted. “Runt smells really bad! Like sweat and refusal to bathe!”

Coye looked away and Shayla wondered if her magic freshening up powers were no match compared to Byng’s stank.

“You are the last person in the Realm who can criticize someone for that,” Tiph teased, though it went on deaf, fluffy ears as Coco continued to deny Britni her request.

“Just go to town on him for a while and see if you smell anyone you can recognize,” Britni commanded. If he wouldn’t own up to sleeping around, then she’d have to pry it out of him herself. On the off chance she was wrong, at least it would put pressure on him.

“Coco will not-“

Britni showed off three dog treats hidden between her fingers.

“…Disobey her Mistress.” Coco sold her dignity and pressed her wet nose straight against Coye’s chest and began the sniffing. This wasn’t the first time he’d been messed with like this by the Beastgirl, but now that he knew the touch of a woman this had such a different effect on him.

Coye struggled and tried to get away, but someone was eager to join in on the mischief. Tiph reached around behind him and wrapped her arms around his torso. Tiph was no warrior, he could easily break out of a pin if he wanted, but Coco put pressure on his front too and grabbed his wrists with her furry hands. She was much stronger than he was, and his futile resistance ended the second she brushed against his nipple and let out a funny sounding moan.

Coco pushed on despite how weird that made it, only to end up pulling away after something shocking dawned on her. She looked at the boy in abject confusion, her purplish-blue eyes darting around him up and down. “no, this can’t be right.“

“What’s up, Coco?” Britni asked with concern.

“The stink isn’t just stink. This runt has been…” she stopped to sniff a couple times. “Mating!”

Coye blushed bright red as Tiph let go of him and did her best to hold back a tidal wave of mocking laughter.

“Coco… I know it’s a little hard to believe, but he is a boy. It’s like, totally natural and stuff for him to jack off all the time thinking about all the girls he’ll never have. You don’t need to tell me that he-“

“No, not that! Coco smells pussy! Lots of pussy!”

“Oh, gods…!” Tiph Lost what was left of her composure and had to hold her stomach as she laughed.

“Lots of it, you say?” Marlie said, similarly amused.

“What the fuck…” Britni was left speechless by the realization. She gave Coco the treats that she promised, but afterward, she just watched the boy with her mouth partially opened.

To defend herself from a potential threat, Coco scooted away to the end of the bench as far away from Coye as she could get. When she began to bristle her tail and perform a low growl at him, he was compelled to ask what she was doing.

“What are you doing? It’s not like I’m going to-“

“You might! Coco is breathable female! The runt has awoken to his feral desires so now I’m- uh- so now Coco is no longer safe! You might try to forcibly mate Coco!”

Coye was on the verge of losing himself to embarrassment over the suggestion. “Coco,  what the hell! I would never possibly mate with you!”

Shayla sighed. He had even been getting ahead of her own slip ups lately, too. Guess when he was under the pressure of four different girls he couldn’t help making such an embarrassing mistake.

The one to capitalize on it was Tiph. “So you’re saying you would mate with Coco consensually?”

“T-That’s kind of a loaded question don’t you think…?” Coye looked around, only to find that Coco was actually somewhat interested in the answer. Britni was, too.

“You’ve dug this hole, don’t you dare think I’m gonna let this go until you give the pup a proper answer!” Britni cracked her knuckles to make a point.

“Fine! It’s not like I don’t think Coco Isn’t really cute or anything! Far from it! I really like her big fluffy tail, and her cute pointy ears, and the funny expressions she makes sometimes but it’s not like I would ever, um…”

He was speaking from the heart, which came with a side effect of being totally honest. The more he rattled off the deeper the hole he dug for himself.

“Nuh… nuh… never gonna happen!” Coco made one of those funny expressions right then. Her teeth snarled at him and her eyes were filled with animal rage… And yet the tremendous fluffy tail in question was wagging ever so softly. Another note that Shayla took down.

“Uh, no shit it’s not!” Britni sat down on the bench in between him and the dog girl. “You are my precious little pet, aren’t you Coco?”

The tail wagging stopped. “Uh…”

Britni stared.

“Coco is Britni’s pet.” She grunted in affirmation.

“Good girl,” Britni smirked and looked back at Coye. She reached out with her fist and roughly grabbed him by his collar again, her anger showing through her pretty face and her thick layers of make up. “And as for you, what the fuck are you waiting for? Did you finally hit puberty or something and visit a brothel or two? I don’t see how else someone like you would ever get laid.”

Coye looked down for a brief moment, before finding the courage he needed to look Britni in the eyes and speak honestly. “No. I don’t need to go to a brothel. I get plenty of sex from my… My two girlfriends.”

Britni and Tiph looked at each other before they started laughing at him. Coco knew better, as did Marlie.

“He’s not joking,” Marlie said. That got their attention.

“No way,” Tiph looked at him with a pitiable expression. “Were you just some kind of two timing sleazebag this entire time? I knew you were pathetic, but like… wow.”

“For real.” Britni’s expression tightens and she flicked some hair out of her face, turning her nose up at the boy so she could look down on him in style. “Are you some sort of fucking moron, Coye? Now I have to track down these poor girls and let them know you’re sneaking around their backs like this. Then you’ll be all high and dry. Maybe you should’ve thought about that before you-“

“They both already know each other and they’re cool with it.” Coye added casually.

“Went… and… wait, what?” Britni blinked.

“But… But the runt can’t be an alpha! He’s too much of a Beta! He couldn’t lead a pack at all!” Coco tried to convince herself in order to keep her fragile worldview intact.

“I don’t know, puppy. He probably just got lucky. He’s no alpha male, he practically radiates step on me mommy vibes.”

“He’s obviously a sub,” Marlie Agreed. “But being a sub doesn’t make you a beta male. Only stupid people Think that.”

“Thanks, I think?” Coye meekly turned to Marlie, who rolled her eyes at him in disinterest. “I kind of like both, but I do tend to-“

Britni stood up from the bench. This time, she was dragging Coye along for the ride. She held him up and slammed him against the back wall of the guild and then let go of him, thrusting her arms out so her hands were on both sides of his shoulders. He was totally pinned. Britni Looked at him with a mix of emotions. Scorn. Embarrassment. Confusion. Desire? Shayla wasn’t sure. This chick was an even bigger wreck than Dorothy.

“Hey, go easy on him…” Tiph laughed in a way that made it seem like she didn’t actually mind whatever Britni had up her sleeve.

Britni ignored her. “Listen here, because I’m only gonna say it once you little shit. Do you think any of this impresses me?

Coye looked at the bully and saw for the first time how conflicted she was. “I… um… wasn’t aware that I should be worried about impressing you. Should I be trying to do that?”

“Yes!” Britni fumed. “I mean- fuck. No, You idiot! You might think you’re so tough now that you’re talking back to me… Making jokes… and Perving on my friends… but you’re not. And you never will be. You can start up a little harem if you want, but even that won’t make you a real man. A real man doesn’t let girls walk all over them like… Like what I’m doing to you right now! What kind of a weak little sissy let’s a woman pin them to the wall like this, huh? It would be so easy to push me away wouldn’t it? Wouldn’t it?”

In her anger, Britni leaned Even closer to the boy’s small body, her torso dipping down enough to make her large cleavage once again incredibly obvious. Her threats went mainly ignored.

“I’m not gonna push you, Britni…”

“I know you’re not! Because you’re a coward! And you always will be!”

He experienced a zen moment of lewd clarity. Britni was close. So close. He could feel her hot breath against his face which sent a tingle down his spine. Her boobs were nearly on full display, and just above them was that face of hers, the intense eyes and the puffy lips that begged to be kissed. She was angry. Not only that, but she was the type of woman who looked absolutely dropdead sexy when she was angry. Why hadn’t Coye ever noticed before?

He started to laugh a little bit.

“… What the fuck are you laughing about? Do you have something to say? Huh?”

“Kind of. I’m just wondering why you think it’s such a bad thing that I enjoy getting pinned down by you.”

“You… enjoy… this?” Britni lost composure as her eyes bulged. They trailed down and she saw something Coye was only vaguely aware of. He was hard.

She gasped and backed away.

“Gods…” She mumbled.

“Gross.” Marlie sighed.

“Mating stick…” Coye growled, confused.

“A masochistic mating stick, by the looks of it.” Tiph observed.

He was being called out by four girls at the same time. He felt their humiliating words sting like the venom of a viper as his knees gave out and he quivered like jelly. It wasn’t out of fear like it used to be, but rather, sheer arousal.

Britni saw him on his knees, and a tiny smile of relief came out. She still didn’t approve of such unmanly behavior, but at least things were returning back to normal. The status quo was better than whatever… this was.

“Hmph, that courage didn’t last long.” She flicked her hair and turned away, not even giving him a cursory glance. “At least you seem to know have remembered your place, loser. A man like you belongs down there, wallowing in his own shame…”

“Hey Brit, you might wanna check again. There’s shame, but I don’t see much of the whole wallowing part.” Tiph pointed back at Coye, forcing Britni to see what she meant.

“W-W-What…?” Britni’s jaw opened slack.

“He’s into it,” Marlie shrugged.

And indeed he was. Coye had fell to his knees out of shame, but that shame didn’t feel bad whatsoever. Four girls all around him, up in his face, teasing him or putting him down? The newly awakened pervert couldn’t help himself. He had the biggest smile of his life on his face, drool trickling out the corner of his mouth as his eyes went hazy and vapid.

Shayla considered prodding him out of it, but she was determined to see this through with as little interference as she could.

“I-I’m sorry,” he spoke up, finding a measure of himself. “I’ve had a little trouble controlling myself lately.”

“See! The runt wants forced mating!” Coco growled at being proven right.

“N-No, I just… um… how do I put this…”

“Hey, Coco, looks like the two of you got something in common. Both of you love having Britni all over you.” Tiph teased.

“Wha- n-no!” Coye blushed as Coco growled, choosing not to answer.

Tiph saw a chance to screw with him, as well as Britni, so she took an empty bottle from her pocket and tossed it to the ground by Coye’s feet. “If you got like, I don’t know, more jizz than you know what to do with then you should totally fill that up for me. You have like, no idea how much alchemical uses that stuff has.”

‘Holy fuck,’ Shayla finally broke her silence to comment.

Coye’s words got caught in his throat. Coco looked on in disbelief. Marlie shook her head at the alchemist and her little games.

Britni’s reaction was more visceral. She stomped on the glass bottle and shouted, “what the fuck are you thinking? Is this some joke to you, you green haired skank?! How dare you encourage such gross submissive behavior?!”

“Because it’s funny?” Tiph laughed.

Looking for help, Britni turned to her the half demon. “Can you believe this bitch?” She asked.

“Yes. Yes I can. I don’t know how many times I need to remind you, but whatever you’re doing here with the bullying? Not my concern. I never understood the fun you guys get from messing with him. As far as I care, there’s nothing wrong with a worm enjoying his lot in life.”

Coye shivered as she glanced him over with her burning eyes, earning another eye roll from her when she was done.

“Coco, you think this is gross, right?” Britni turned her plea for sympathy elsewhere.

“Coco doesn’t know…! The runt likes beta things, but women are attracted to him and give him lots of sex like an alpha! How can both things be true? Head hurts!”

“Poor puppy, don’t go getting a headache stressing your almond sized brain over this.”

“Coco’s brain is the biggest! Mental giant!” She barked.

“I already told you. Lumping people into two categories like that is shallow anyway.” Marlie sighed. “Are we done here, or what?” She asked Britni.

Britni couldn’t stop leering at Coye with her strange emotional face. By now, the most obvious one was disappointment. She cocked her head to the side and folded her arms over her chest. Her long, painted nails dug into the skin of her upper arms as she clenched them tight.

“I think so, yeah. But I have a few more words for this loser before we go…” Britni looked down on Coye, carefully mulling over her words. “I thought you were better than this. I didn’t think you could disappoint me more than you already have, either. I’ve been on your case ever since we met more or less, and in that time you’ve run away from me, cried, avoided me, and did anything you could to stop my harassment. Everything except standing up to me. And now look at you. On the ground, smiling, getting… Getting fucking erections because I pin you down! This isn’t like you. The real you, I mean. All this time I’ve been trying to help you, but now? Now you’re gonna get your wish. I’m done wasting my time on you.”

Her words were heavy and full of emotion. She wasn’t expecting such a fast response, especially not the one Coye gave her.

“Wait a second Britni, slow down!” He crawled towards her on all fours. “You don’t need to be so hasty!”

Britni was stunned. He looked so cute there, inching his way closer… But no, she couldn’t afford to think like that. She bent over and grabbed his long ears with her hands and tugged on them as she blushed.

“Are you fucking deaf or something? Are these just for show?! I’m saying we’re through!”

“But I-I was kind of hoping we could go on a quest together sometime and get to know each other better! I mean, if that’s ok and all.”

Britni was done for today mentally. Coye’s Insistence had broken through her guard and she started to blink rapidly and then blush. She opens her mouth to speak, closed it, opened it again. Nothing came out. She stood and walked away and then started to walk around and pace Around the benches while cradling her head in between her hands. She started to make a disgruntled noises and stammer incoherent words in frustration.

It got so bad that her friends eventually took pity on her, Tiph in particular. “OK, I could watch her miserable like this for hours, but I suppose I should be better than that. Come on, girl…” Tiph said as she stood up and took Britni by the hand. She then looked at Coye and smiled. “Don’t listen to her. I’m sure you’re going to be seeing Just as much of us as you have before. Someone is just in a mood right now. For what it’s worth, I hope you make it a recurring thing and today it wasn’t just a one time thing… Even if I have my doubts about you…”

For a moment, the alchemists expression was colder and more blank than typical. Her façade cracked, but what laid beneath it was uncertain.

Eager to follow her mistress, or rather out of concern for her friend, Coco stood up and followed after. She looked over her shoulder to Coye and growled, “if you even think about getting near to… uh-“ she paused and looked over it Britni, who wasn’t paying her any mind. “To me With that dirty thing of yours, I’ll bite it off!”

“O-Ok, I’m still not gonna do that, though…” Coye insisted despite her growling.

Lastly, Marlie got up from her seat and rubbed some stress from her eyes. “This was stupid. Sorry about her.”

Coye blinked. Did she actually just apologize to him over Britni? That hadn’t happened before. He was at a loss over what to say, still finding her vaguely threatening. She spoke up again, saying, “A word of warning. Your lower sword better not be the only one you’re taking proper care of.”

“Huh?”

Marlie’s eyes Stared at the hilt of his sword peeking up over his shoulder. “From what I’ve seen, you have a nice blade. If I find out you’re not treating it with proper respect, then I’ll have to do something about it.”

When he realized what she was going on about, Coye nodded. “Oh, um… I wouldn’t worry about that too much. I take good care of it.”

Marlie continued to stare for a moment before grunting with mild approval and following after the rest of her friends.

Even after he was left all alone, Coye found it difficult to muster up the strength he needed to rise up off the ground. He was still feeling the after effects of the confusing bullying session he just suffered through. That is to say, he was still incredibly turned on. He clutched his chest and started to breath deeper and deeper.

‘OK so, that was a lot to digest. Are you doing all right there? We should really go inside and have a nice talk about all this.’ Shayla asked out of concern for her pitiful partner.

“Yeah, I’m doing good. Really good, I think… Gods, did you see the way Britni pinned me? And that angry face of hers? I’m so stupid… Why did I never realize how amazing she looks when she’s like that?”

‘Gods, this is going to be a fucking long night isn’t it…’ Shayla grumbled to herself and cradled her forehead. ‘Yes, I had a front row seat. I saw the brown titties spilling out of her top just the same as you, and yes they were some pretty nice tits, but we need to go and have a talk about this.’

“OK, just… Can you just hold on for a few minutes?”

‘Well, yeah I mean it’s not like I’m going anywhere…? Why, what are you-‘ before she knew it, Coye had stood up. He was hunched over, trying to hide the still remaining erection as he circled around the guild fast as he could and entered in through the front door.

When he arrived, he saw that Dorothy was back at the front desk and she looked at him in confusion. “Coye? Are you alright? You look flushed…”

“Just got back from the quest,” he lied. “I’ll see you in a bit. Need to go to the bathroom.” And then he was off. He darted past the dining hall and made his way to the restroom and found himself a stall.

‘Coye what the fuck, we’ve been over this!’ She said as he undid his belt. ‘I told you I’m not into this kind of stuff, so you’re supposed to be in here alone when you… oh…’

She watched, dumbfounded as the boy started to stroke his erect cock aimed down at the toilet. He struggled to keep quiet but soft moans started to escape him the more his pleasure built up. Shayla didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what sort of things Coye was thinking about. She just couldn’t believe he was going at it so soon and so hard.

He was done in barely a minute. His hot cum shot down the deep hole that housed a filth-eating slime ten feet below and he didn’t stop any time soon. Once he finished, Coye sat down properly on the toilet to collect his thoughts. He opened his mouth, his face full of bliss.

He had almost forgotten he had promised to talk with Shayla about all that had happened, so he was a little surprised when she came out of his hat and looked at him with crossed arms.

‘Feeling better?’ She asked rhetorically.

“For now,” he nodded.

‘Please. We both know you’ll need more later tonight.’ She sighed and Coye hung his head. ‘So…’

“I’m so stupid,” he expressed as he looked at the ceiling. “Can’t believe I used to hate getting bullied like that. It’s like free attention!”

‘ look at you, sitting on your pathetic toilet wishing those girls would keep messing with you. What have I done to you…?’ she observed the consequences of her actions and although she was exasperated, Shayla found the humor in it as she always did. ‘And to think you were worried about them coming back!’

“I guess I underestimated how different I became since they left…” Coye sounded proud of himself, and for good reason. He had indeed changed just like he wanted to.

She smiled at him, sharing in his pride, but then he spoke up and asked a question. “So… What do you think about them?” Coye had a sliver of hope in his voice, like he wanted Shayla to reveal each of the four girls was hopelessly in love with him and ready to jump in his bed and dominate him at a moments notice. She had bad news for him in that regard.

‘You wanna know what I think, huh? Well, I hate to burst your bubble but things are pretty complicated. Let me break it down for you. Keep in mind that I’m not a mind reader… My judgments are based on what I saw, my intuition as a woman, and the surface level emotions I could read coming from them.’

“I understand,” Coye nodded. “I’m not asking you how likely it is each one will hook up with me or anything, I just… You know…”

‘Yeah, yeah. We’ll start with the big one. Britni.’

Coye gulped and nodded.

‘Where do I even begin with her? That chick is mental. No other word for it but mental. I don’t know what she wants from you, and I don’t even know if she knows what she wants from you, but holy shit are there issues to work through. Issues upon issues! She is hot as hell and I love the way she does her hair and her outfit kicks ass, but I don’t know if she’s worth the trouble. Not until she Gets some of her shit sorted out. Do I think she likes you? Yes-‘

Coye pumped his fist purely on impulse. The idea excited him, then he noticed what he did and started to blush even harder. Shayla raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment on it.

‘But I also think that it would be an uphill battle. I’m not gonna tell you not to go after her, but why don’t we give her some space and observe her actions. OK?’

“Ok. Im still not trying to rush into more relationships or anything, so…”

‘Sure you aren’t.’ Shayla laughed. ‘Anyway, let’s go onto an easier topic. That furry mutt of hers. She seems pretty simple at a glance, but I sensed a whole lot more emotions under the surface than I expected. I personally think you have a shot with her if you were a little aggressive, but… She and Britni are a thing, right?’

“Yeah,” he blushed again and nodded. “I don’t know the specifics but they’re pretty open about sleeping with each other…”

‘Right. Well, there is some sort of weird power dynamic thing going on that is super unhealthy and Coco is not happy about it. I don’t know why she’s subjecting herself to it, but what I do know is I don’t endorse you getting in their business.  Again, there is potential but I don’t know if it’s worth the trouble. I feel bad for her though, she’s pretty funny and kind of cute if you’re into the whole dog thing.’

“You don’t like dogs?” Coye asked, almost hurt.

‘I don’t like most things that could swallow me in one bite. You should know this by now.’

“Right.”

‘Next up is Marlie. I don’t think I need to tell you this, but I didn’t really get much to work with when it comes to her. I can’t read a demons emotions the same way I can other races. It’s like when I try and feel what she’s feeling, I just get burned. All my observations here are superficial. I got the impression that she doesn’t care about a lot of things, and honestly, I don’t think she cares about you. I don’t think she hates you, but I don’t think she feels a lot of strong feelings in the first place. Do you even like her?’

“I don’t know,” he Thought about it. “It’s not about that though. I didn’t like Byng before I got to know her. Demons kind of bother me, though… it’s not her fault or anything, just… bad memories.”

‘Yeah? I’m sure we’ll get to there in one of your Hundreds of upcoming therapy sessions with me. Maybe just try chatting her up and seeing what happens? Take it slow. Don’t expect anything. Is she into weapons or something?’

“She collects magical ones, yeah. I think I heard that her dad is some powerful demon prince who has dominion over weapons or something, too.”

‘OK well that’s something you could talk to her about, but on the other hand it sounds like the in-laws might make things a lot more complicated and again not really worth pursuing.’

“And what about Tiph?” Coye asked.

Shayla paused and looked away. There was a lot of hesitancy coming from her, and she mumbled a few things to herself that he couldn’t hear.

“Shayla?”

‘Before I Break things down, I want you to know that everything I say isn’t because she’s an alchemist. I know that they freak me out and then I’m scared of them, and I have my reasons, but you need to know that I would be saying this even if she wasn’t one. OK?’

“Um… yeah, ok?”

‘That woman is Trouble. Worse than trouble. You told me before how she was the nicest one, but I just don’t see it at all.’

This news came as a surprise to Coye. “Really? But she’s always so hands on and laughing and friendly all the time…”

‘You’re how old and you don’t know that some people aren’t as friendly as they look? Baby, I need you to trust me on this. I wouldn’t mince words with you. That girl gets a big red ‘x’ from me.’

“What exactly do you think is wrong with her?”

‘Not sure. I told you this is my intuition speaking, so feel free to take it or leave it… But I really hope you’ll take it.’

Coye gave The situation some thought before recapping it in his mind. “So in other words you’re telling me to stay away from all four of them?”

‘OK, I know it’s not the best news… But I feel like I properly explained myself and why I think it’s a bad idea, haven’t I?’

“Yeah, I guess…”

Shayla knew that face. He was disappointed and wouldn’t be forgetting what happened with Britni anytime soon. If anything, the boys seem to want more of that harsh, mean play for whatever unknown reason. Her own feelings were conflicted. Each of those girls presented problems upon problems, and that would make for certain drama. As a pixie, Shayla wanted to watch all the turmoil they would bring to her partner’s life, but as his lover, she had to watch over and protect him.

‘Sorry if I got your hopes up, baby. Look on the bright side, at least they won’t be bothering you as bad as they did before, right?’

“Yeah… But now I kind of want them to…”

Shayla sighed and shook her head. This boy was hopeless, absolutely hopeless.

“It’s OK. You’re right. I’m not worried about them anymore, and I’m thankful that you’re trying to watch out for me as much as you do.” He smiled at her and reached out, taking her little hand between his fingers and squeezing it lightly. “I promise that I will watch out around Tiph and not go starting things with the others just because I can.”

‘Thanks…’ Shayla smiled back at him, pleased that he was listening. ‘If you’re done with your post nut clarity, then why don’t you hurry up and go get your quest reported? That sounds like you’ve got a big day ahead of you tomorrow so you should really go and talk to Dorothy.’

Coye Shook himself and realization. He had almost forgotten all about his job, amid the bullying and masturbation it was hard to blame him. “Shoot, you’re right.” He said as he stood up and buckled his belt, ready to wash his hands and get going.