Isabelle gagged as the stench of Shiach's fart danced through her nostrils. Tahsi Junior whined at her about whether or not Isabelle could use her shadow magic to give him temporary anosmia, but Isabelle was busy thinking about whether or not she could use shadow magic to phaze them out of this harsh netting they'd found themselves captured in.
But before she could, she caught sight of her captors, and Isabelle was incredibly distracted. Standing before her was a lady's finely toned ass, and next to that lady's finely toned ass, yet another finely toned ass... in fact, they were surrounded by ladies with finely toned asses! What really got Isabelle about all these ladies' finely toned asses, however, was the fact that every lady had a sparkly buttplug with a glittery crystal base sticking out of her finely toned ass! Isabelle had never seen such a thing in all her life! And none of them were wearing pants! Just red, leather bikini bottoms with a cut-out area for the buttplug. How bizarre. And even weirder, they were wearing red, leather bikini tops too. Well, maybe that wasn't the weirdest bit. But it was pretty weird that they wore pointy red heels and glossy red lipstick. Maybe that wasn't that weird either, actually, but it was definitively extremely strange that these gussied-up ladies all had a pair of stuffed antlers with little bells on their heads, little black freckles painted on their cheeks and a little black circle painted on their nose.
"Come along now!" said one of the gussied-up ladies while casting some sort of spell on Isabelle and her companions. "We're going now!"
And just like that, they took off into the air, with the scantily clad ladies pulling their netting through the sky while holstered by their hips with special lady harnesses. It was really quite offputting, and made Isabelle wonder just what in the fresh hell she was in for, and not only because of the awful windchill. Regardless, it was really, really annoying to be stuck up in the air again. Isabelle felt like she'd just gone from one shitty situation to the next over the past few days.
Waking up trapped by kobolds after meditating, then flying through those awful airships, and then that fucking cave! And now this. What in the fucking hell was this? Sure, the ladies were kind of nice to look at, Isabelle couldn't deny that, but still. This sucked, and it felt like she had no agency wahtsoever. It felt like bullshit, and it smelt like actual shit thanks to Shiach, though Isabelle didn't necessarily mind that bit.
"Faster! Faster, bitches!" shouted a lady's voice.
Isabelle looked up and saw that one of these ladies that had captured them wasn't pulling the netting. Instead, she was sitting in a soft, velvet chair and whipping all the other ladies on their asses with a long, black whip until their ass cheeks were beet red. Not a bad gig, Isabelle figured.
Still, the air was turbulent, and this whole situation was incredibly frustrating. Isabelle had to shadow magic them out of this mess!
[Error]
[Magic use impossible]
What the fuck? How was it possible that magic use was impossible?
[Notice: you are contained in magic-proof netting]
Of fucking course she was. Isabelle was sick and tired of all this anti- magic bullshittery that she'd been dealing with miserably and frustratingly ever since opening her stupid eyes for the first time. She wasn't going to let this shit stand any longer! She pulled at the netting but of course it wouldn't budge an inch!
Isabelle thought furiously about how to get out of this ridiculous predicament when Shiach interrupted her thoughts once more by farting loudly and repeatedly. The stink of her passing gas permeated everything around them almost immediately.
"Gods damn it, Shiach!" whined Tahsi Junior. "Why do you have to eat all those beans? You really fucked us over, you fucking asshole!"
"You ate all the cheese I had, Tahsi Junior, so what else could I eat?" Shiach fired back.
"I figured I was doing a public service!" he spat. "I bet you'd only smell worse if you ate cheese!"
"Well then why are you complaining that I ate beans?" she retorted.
"I'm complaining about your flatulence!" Tahsi Junior shot back immediately.
"That's your problem," Shiach replied nonchalantly as she flicked her hair behind her shoulder with an elegant flip of her wrist. "I'm not trying to smell good for you."
"Ugh," Tahsi Junior breathed deeply as he let his breath out slowly as if repressing some sort of bodily function himself. "Guys," he said to his friends, "I have an idea."
"You do?" said Isabelle, who was fresh out of ideas. "Please, give us the down low on how to get the fuck out of this mess. This is terrible. I hate everything here."
"I think we should start giving each other gifts," said Tahsi Junior with a sly smile plastered across his face as he held out a pair of earrings from his pouch in front of him. He poked Shiach in the nose with one of them before dropping them through a hole in the netting between them, only to plummet thousands of feet to the ground. "Damn. It worked for me last time a woman got mad at me, I thought it was a good idea."
"What?" said Isabelle. "Tahsi Junior, you really are fucking stupid, aren't you?"
Shiach giggled gleefully.
"See what happens when you try to be thoughtful?" said Tahsi Junior with a sigh. "No respect. No gems." He sighed again as he turned away from Shiach and looked at Isabelle with an apologetic look on his face. "Sorry, but I don't have anything for you either."
"Well shit," said Isabelle sarcastically. "That's such a bummer for me." She rolled her eyes. "Tahsi Junior, unless you have an actual idea for how to get us out of magic proof netting, I suggest you shut the flying fuck up because I will shove your own head so far up your ass that you'll choak on your eyelids."
Tahi Junior looked at her in shock and disbelief before turning away and hiding his face with his hands as he laughed quietly to himself at Isabelle's threat.
"What's so funny?" asked Shiach.
"Yea, Tahsi Junior," said Isabelle aggresively, "What's so fucking funny?"
"I just, well, I thought what you said was really clever," said Tahsi Junior sadly.
"What in the hell do you mean?!" spat Isabelle. "Shut the flying fuck up?" said Tahsi Junior.
"Don't you fucking tell me to shut the flying fuck up, Tahsi Junior, or I'll make sure I rip out your eyeballs and shove them down your throat!" she said through gritted teeth as she glared at him furiously and angrily. "I'll shove your eyeballs so far down your throat that you'll be able to watch them come up into your mouth! Also, if I shove them that far down your throat, then they'll come out the other end of your ass!" she continued as she glared at him with murderous intensity before she started shaking with rage.
"Okay," said Tahsi Junior nervously as he backed away from Isabelle in fear and shock. "I wasn't trying to tell you to shut up, though. I was just saying it was funny that you told me to shut the flying fuck up because we're flying through the air right now. Hence, you know, a flying fuck? Like a pun?"
Isabelle's right eyelid twitched. "I want to fucking kill you. I want to rip out all your intestines and make myself some jerky!"
"Um, just so you know," said Shiach, trying to defuse the situation before it exploded into violence, "It is probably possible for us to fall from this height if we managed to somehow throw all these whores off balance."
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Isabelle snapped back to her senses and looked at Shiach with wide eyes for a moment before turning back to Tahsi Junior in anger with an expression that was almost pleading for him tell her how stupid she was being and how stupid she looked getting angry at him for trying to help her by giving her a gift that had actually worked for him in the past.
"That's actually not a bad idea, Shiach," said Isabelle.
"Thanks, princess," said Shiach with a blush and a fart.
"Remember, Shiach, don't call me princess," said Isabelle.
"Sorry," she replied. She looked over at Tahsi Junior. "Well? What do you think?"
Tahi Junior shrugged as he fidgeted nervously with one hand while holding onto a sharp bolt in the other as he made a little bit of an effort not to look at Isabelle directly and try not to laugh at her again.
And then the three of them stared down at a city that was now nothing more than a few craters in the ground and a sea of lava that was beginning to spread out as it flowed across the land like ink across the surface of water before they all realized that they were looking at Thres.
"Holy fucking Christ," said Isabelle. "That's Thres! What in the hell did they do to it?"
"What's a fucking Christ?" asked Tahsi Junior. "Is it like salmonella?"
Isabelle rolled her eyes. "Forget I said anything. Look, what the hell happened to Thres? It looks like hell! Literally! I mean, look at all the lava and craters! There are even some craters where there should be buildings! I mean, seriously! This is like New York City but with rivers of lava instead of water! What happened?"
"I don't know. I also don't know what New York City is," said Shiach in a daze as she stared down at the city below them. She closed her eyes slowly and took a deep breath before opening her eyes again and staring at Isabelle with a sad expression on her face before she spoke again in a quiet voice filled with regret and sadness. "I'm sorry, Isabelle."
"For what?!" said Isabelle. "Thres isn't my city! I was just reincarnated there is all."
"Oh. Well, I'm still sorry," said Shiach. She pulled Isabelle in close and gave her a tight hug that almost made up for how rough and uncomfrtable the netting was. "I'm sorry that Thres has been destroyed, even if you don't hold it close in your heart. You may be a reincarnated player, Isabelle, but that doesn't mean that you didn't start your life in Beaubinte there. I think it's very sad to see it destroyed."
"Yeah, it's pretty sad," said Isabelle as she hugged Shiach back gently. She then looked over at Tahsi Junior who was still looking very confused about what to do with himself even though he was only a breath away from them. She pointed an accusing finger at him. "And you, Tahsi Junior! Don't make me kill you. You can still go home when we get out of this mess."
Tahi Junior looked at Isabelle with confusion as he tried to decide if it would be worth his time and trouble to tell Isabelle what she wanted to hear or whether he would rather try to save his own skin in spite of everything that had happened. Isabelle, meanwhile, was giving Shiach a dirty look that clearly asked her if this was all Tahsi Junior's fault.
"Isabelle, you surely remember that my home, if it can truly be called one, is run exclusively by a cult. A cult run by my father. A cult that wants to assassinate my father. Also me, I'm pretty sure they want to assassinate me, too," he said.
"Yea, well, deal with it, Tahsi Junior. Plenty of people are homeless or starving because their fathers are assholes," said Isabelle. "You're not unique or special."
"Isabelle, let's not talk about our fathers here," said Shiach with a worried expression on her face. "Not in the middle of this. This isn't going to turn into anything good."
"Fine," Isabelle hissed. She looked down at the destroyed city of Thres. "I guess we have to figure out where we are now. Where are we going?"
"It's pretty hard to tell," said Shiach, pointing towards the horizon with her hand while looking back at them and squinting. "I mean, I've never been this far west before in my life, so it's really hard to tell where we are right now, but I'm pretty sure we are in what was once the southern hemisphere of Thres and we're only going further west from there. They might be taking us to the other continent of Beaubinte. Either that, or they're trying to catch the wave stream which will give us a quick redirective boost up to take us north and east to Wethelot."
"That... made little to no sense to me," said Isabelle. "Then again, I didn't spend any part of my life piloting airships. I'm... sure you know what you're farting abou--talking about, Shiach. That said, um, do you have a guess as to which one of those two things these ladies might be doing?"
"Why?" interjected Tahsi Junior. "If we're going to try and break out of this mess, why does it matter where they take us?"
Isabelle sighed. "It matters because, obviously, it may be more advantageous to just... let them take us. And see where we end up."
"WHAT?!" said Shiach and Tahsi Junior. "Are you seriously going to go along with this?! Don't you care what happens to us?"
"I'm honestly not sure," said Isabelle. "But I feel like these people are going to keep fucking with us if we get away, and I'd rather cut off the snake at the head than by its tail."
"But I have no idea what's going to happen to me!" protested Shiach. "I don't want to get fed to a dragon or something!"
"I don't think you should be that worried about yourself," Isabelle told her. "You'll get used to it after a while and find out that life can be pretty awesome without a family of assassins running around trying to kill you. Which, I assume that's what these kinky ladies are. Just some very sexual assassins. Sex assassins. They've even got ass in the name, and I mean look at their asses jiggling in the wind, all red and bruised from that head lady's whip! What could be more erotic than that?"
Shiach stared at Isabelle with wide eyes, then turned to Tahsi Junior as though he wanted to tell him something important but wasn't sure how to do so. Finally, though, she just shook her head and rolled her eyes as though to say "don't worry about it, Tahshi Junior" and turned back to Isabelle.
"Listen, guys," said Isabelle. "These cunts are going to keep fucking with us no matter what in the flying fuck we do unless we deal with them now. I say we let them take us in, capture us, and use that opportunity to fucking destroy them. They have been harassing us for days now. They have taken away our magic. They have driven us into the jaws of dragons, they've tried to blow us up, and they just won't fucking leave us alone no matter what in the hell we do. So I think the only way forward at this point is to let them take us. Let them fucking take us to wherever in the fucking hell they will, whether it be a five minute flight or a five day flight, and when we get there, let's fucking kill them, and their leaders, and their leaders' leaders, until everyone in their whole weird fucking group in deader than a fucking corpse in a gutter on the side of the road that just so happened to be run over, trampled, eaten, and digested by an asshole dragon with no regard for human life and no sense of decency."
"Well put," said Tahsi Junior, nodding. "You are absolutely right."
"And furthermore, we have to destroy all these anti-magical items, because otherwise they'll just make more, and they can use those to fuck with us whenever they feel like it. We have to find a way to stop them."
Isabelle turned to Shiach. "What do you think? Are we going to destroy them all?"
Shiach was silent for a moment. "I think... I think that sounds about right. We can try, but if we don't succeed, then yes, let's destroy everything."
"All right," Isabelle said. "I'm telling you, this is the only way. There is no way forward if we don't let them take us, because apparently we're they're top fucking priority. But, do you know what that means, too?"
"No," said Shiach.
"Yea, I actually don't know, either," said Tahsi Junior.
"It means the'yre afraid of us," said Isabelle. "That's what the fuck it means. They are fuckign scared of us and they've been doing everything in their power to fuck with us. They even tried to fuck up the universe and make me into some kind of evil bitch demon! That's why I don't trust these assholes."
"Wait, hold on," said Tahshi Junior. "They did that to you? They made you an evil... bitch... demon? In your own words?"
"No, but I'm still going to kill them all! Anyway, you're missing the point here. These bastards want to kill us, and I say fuck 'em. Let them take us in, capture us, and when we get there, we're gonna find out everything they know, and then we're gonna kill them and all their bosses, until we get to whoever they serve, which should hopefully be whoever in charge of this whole damn group is the one that's most terrified of us."
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Back in the observatory room, Maviel wiped her face off after enjoying the sweet taste of Sylfir's pussy. They both turned their attention to the huge crystal ball in the center of the room, where they were watching Isabelle and her party captured in the anti-magic netting.
"It means they're afraid of us," said Isabelle. Maviel burst out in laughter. Sylfir soon followed.
"--we're gonna find out everything they know, and then we're gonna kill them and all their bosses, until we get to whoever they serve, which should hopefully be whoever in charge of this whole damn group is the one that's most terrified of us."
They laughed harder and harder, and fell naked into eachother's arms.
"Oh my gods," said Maviel. "Her int may be high, but damn is Isabelle thick."
"And not in the good way," added Sylfir with a snicker.
Maviel looked at Isabelle's blank expression of anger in the crystal ball. "You can say that again, Sylifr. You can say that again."
"I can't wait to drain her power like a gutted pig," said Sylfir. Maviel smiled and cackled in agreeance.