I’d always imagined heaven to contain at least three things:
1. Clouds made of fluffy pillows
2. An all-you-can eat buffet of treats
3. As many headpats as my head can take (which is a substantial amount)
All this every dog believes. Every pooch, big or small, needs to believe this. Our lives are short, uncertain, and small. Some of us are granted nothing, and so we need the promise of the great doggie park of the afterlife.
“Over here, Sis! Looks like this is a spot he likes!”
“Hee-hee! What a good boy!”
Ladies, gentlemen, and all creatures in between, welcome to heaven on earth: a sea of cuddly pillows squishing against my furry face, and a blanket of fine pale fingers stroking every fluffy inch of my body.
“Oh…I…there,” I mutter. “Yes. I’m…I’m a good boy…”
The girls of the commune giggle, their breasts pressing closer to my sniffing snout. Now, don’t get the wrong idea – they aren’t naked. This isn’t weird. It’s just their way of showing affection! That’s what Mia said before we came in, and the ladies descended upon me.
“Oh, you are just the cuuutest little guy, yes you are!”
“In my three hundred years on this earth, I’ve never seen a Lightborn just as adorable as you!”
Their words are like honeyed threads that weave between my ears. My paws stretch out of their own accord while they keep petting me on the silky-smooth bed.
I’ve probably been here half the day, every now and then being served various jammy treats by Mia, and so when the door creaks open and someone barks from the outside, I don’t even hear it at first.
“Raziel!”
My glazed eyes peer over the boobs I’m pressed between.
“S…Swifty…” I say as I see my lycan companion panting at the door. “Come to join the fun?”
He looks at me in stark horror. “Raziel, do not feed the rumors the Elf warrioress spreads about you…”
I lean back, looking into the faces of the giggling girls as they find all my weak spots…
“You…you worry too much…Swifty…”
Suddenly, his face is all I see. He’s jumped up, frenzied, and barking like mad.
“Myrathellon!” he says. “I saw her go-“
The door flies open, and Mia’s buxom form enters the room.
All color instantly drains from Swiftunner’s face.
“Oh, Swiftyyyyyy,” Mia sings. “It’s time for another grooming, right girls?”
Behind her is an army of Elven maidens – each bearing their own cosmetic weapon.
“N…no,” Swiftrunner whispers. Then, louder: “No. NO!”
They drag him off as he tries to claw his way back to me, his nails digging into the floorboards.
“Raziel!” he screams. “Go on without me! Complete your quest. Save this world, for I am lost. Lost!”
“Be gentle with him!” I shout to Mia as she hoists him over her shoulder and leaves. “He’s a worrier.”
When the door closes, I stretch out my paws and let my tongue loll out. Lightborn business? Pfft. This is the good life. Finally. Finally, I’m living the life every dog dreams of.
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I lift my leg and curl my tail.
“Now, ladies, where were w-“
MAIN QUEST: FINISH THE FIGHT
OBJECTIVE: The Darkseed has risen. And the call of the Grey must-
Alright, alright, I think as the girls start playing with me again. If Myrathellon’s gotten into some kinda trouble, I suppose it’s my job to help her out. She is my Master, after all.
“Razzy…” one girl whispers in my ear. “Do you mind if we take a little nap? You’re just so, mmm, so cuddly…”
But maybe she can wait for a bit…
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I lift a single eyelid as night falls on Glenheim.
From the window outside, I hear nothing but the chirrups of sparrows sequestered in their nests, and see the vibrant glows of the mushroom stalks even from my bed.
Ok, I think. Time to see where Myrathellon’s gotten to.
And as I shift, and feel the face of the Elven girl closest to me groan and drape her arm round me, I realize the first hurdle I’m gonna come up against here…
I wriggle, forcing my body to free itself, but can’t slip out of my breast-filled prison. With every tiny move of my paws, another arm merely drapes itself across me and pins me down.
“Razzy…mmm…don’t go…”
Oh, come on.
“Sorry ladies,” I murmur. “But, y’know, Lightborn busni-mph!”
A slender hand muffles my mouth.
“Shhhh,” its sleepy owner moans. “Time for…bed.”
Great, I think, rolling my eyes. Just great. My quest ends here. Smothered to death by Elven breasts.
Bet no other Lightborn’s ever died that way before.
MAIN QUEST: FINISH THE FIGHT
OBJECTIVE: The Darkseed –
I bloody well know! Look, I’m trying here, ok? So, unless you have some way for me to sneak outta this place, shut your metaphorical tra-
CORE SKILL: SOFTPAWS (LVL 2)
EFFECT: Your every movement becomes light as a bushel of feathers, allowing you to slip by foes undetected.
*Note: This skill can only be used outside of combat encounters and when bathed in shadow.
Duration: 40 secs.
Cooldown: 100 secs.
Now we’re talking…
I almost forgot I had that little skill. Feels like five ages since I used it last.
My bad on that one. Look, I’m only a little dog, ok? Us Corgi’s aren’t exactly known for our long-term memory.
In any case, it’s perfect for getting me out of this boobie-bastion, and I never in a million years thought that’s a sentence I’d pronounce.
[Softpaws]
ACTIVATED
I feel my whole body become soft as jelly, and sliding out of the Elven maidens’ grip is easy. I don’t even hear the thud I make as I drop to the floor, shake excess jam from my chops, and make a break for the window and the outside world.
And before I pounce outside, I have a hunch.
[Softpaws]: 20 Secs Remaining
Might as well give it a whirl…
[Tailcopter]
My suspicions are confirmed as my tail rockets me out of the communal hut without a single sound. Turns out this [Softpaws] skill keeps everything quiet – even my other Core Skills.
Wonder if it would work with my Weapon Arts, too…
You ever met a Corgi assassin before?
I shake the thought off as I land next to a bouncy shroom and lower myself down to the edge of the village square, checking to see if anyone’s around.
Total silence. Nothing but tiny chirrups, the waterfall, and the distant cries of Swiftrunner as he endures his tortures above.
“Lyca protect you, Swifty,” I mutter under my breath. “You’re taking one for the team.”
I scan the square, seeing only wisps of mushroom lights dancing around, and then fix my attention on the Shrine-house with the effigies out front. My [Lycan Eye]shows me nothing unusual out there in the dark. But ever since that dream last night, something’s bothered me about that place.
I knowthe place in that nightmare was Palka’s chamber beneath the earth. And I knowthe old Lightborn must have been showing me it for a reason. That was no ordinary dream.
Both he and big Aethel wanted us to come here, I’m sure of it. They wanted us to see something…or do something…probably, they didn’t just want us to eat, drink, and be merry…
So, without further ado, I get to [Snoop]ing.
There – in the depths of the shrine. Six figures. Five Elves standing above one that’s kneeling before them. Raised voices…
And the loudest one of them all? Three guesses who’s voice that is.
98…99…100…
[Softpaws]
I run up to the door of the shrine and manage to nose it open without a sound. I sneak up to the main room and keep to the lip of its doorway, hearing nothing but whispers now.
They’ve started whispering now. Of course they have…and I’m too far away to hear a thing.
Hm. Not a good enough vantage point.
I peek my nose round the side of the doorway and scan the room. Firstly: I’m right – on the dias are the six Glenmaiden Guards I saw before standing like sentries around the disc. Except, tonight, they’re standing over a flustered looking member of their order.
Myrathellon…
Just above the assembly I notice a set of wooden beams running across the ceiling.
[Softpaws]
Duration Remaining: 10 Secs…
Welp. Nothing ventured…
[Blink]
ACTIVATED
Let’s just hope ‘Peeping Tom’ doesn’t get added to my list of crimes…