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The Seduction of Mimic Princess by Martyr Knight At last you have (once again) reached the boudoir of the princess! Now, all you must do, is open the door and convince her to come with you...simple right?
Taking into account how has the climb up the tower been, the knight risks making a fool of himself (yet again) and awkwardly, yet politely asks the door to not eat his last working hand and let him through to save the princess. Turning the knob and holding his breath, he opens the door and walks inside. "Princess, you are free now!" he announces.
Standing in the center of the room seems to be a perfectly normal princess, not odd in any way shape or form. She stands there for a moment before raising her arms out in the position of a "hug"...wait was that the right set of arms? Wait she has more than one? Oh no that was just her hair. Perfectly normal hair. Nothing wrong here at all.
The strain in his tired brain brings the rescuer to utter a bemused groan, before shaking his head and getting a hold of his unsteady feet. "...S-sorry princess, but this is not a good time to get too touchy-feely. Are you okay, though?"
Again the princess would pause a moment before responding. "YES DEAR" a deep baritone voice echoing from her slender form...wait was that her form? It certainly was her dress at least. Wait did dresses normally have eyes and a mouth? He couldn't quite recall in his tired state but that seemed generally right...right? Raising one of her arms (her proper arms this time) she would begin experimentally opening her jaw and then pointing to it.
Grimacing, the knight shakes his head some more. "Okay, I managed to remember the nature of the obstacles in this tower. Mimic Princess, while I didn't come to indulge in your flesh nor let you indulge in mine, I have an offer for you. Care of listen for a moment?" he offers hesitantly, and somewhat nervous when the possibility he put his hopes too high starts emerging in the back of his head. "Most certainly" her crown responds nodding to him.
"Oh? Uhm, anyways..." his visor looks up to the crow, not feeling a proper 'eye contact' where he was previously looking at. "What do you say about turning a new leaf? Cast aside the old ways of sitting in place waiting for unwary prey? Instead of having your kin feared and attacked at a moment of realization, have them be legitimate companions and be accepted as such?"
There would be a moment of hesitation. It seemed the mimic was...unused to responding and acting so quickly "BUT WHAT ABOUT TASTY FOODS" the dress spoke again in that volume-deaf baritone voice. "we die if no eat" the crown continued.
"That doesn't mean you have to starve.." he reassures, shaking his hands in a gesture to make her... them... calm down. "It is still possible for your kin to live off normal livestock, and over time you can get used to that. The important thing, however, is that you must refrain from even trying to consume... 'setient meat', understand my point?"
"WHAT IS SENTIENT MEAT? SOUND TASTY" the dress continued. "Livestock don't open treasure" the crown replied in its steady measured tones. "Only eat when adventurers try to open. Greedy adventurers. Deserve to eat them."
“Oh gods, please calm down!" he further gesticulates. "Sentient meat is NOT tasty. Witnesses will not allow it, and you know why? Because they'll be vengeful and will want to kill you for further enforcing the image they have of mimics as mindless monstrosities." he explains with a scolding undertone. "And you don't need to wait for livestock to 'open treasure', we swiftly take them down, cook them and then have a nice banquet." he shrugs, sighing faintly. "And, while I do understand those lowlives do exist out there, if you want the mimic race to make it through this revolutionary change, you guys will have an image to protect. One which you can't risk staining by giving bystanders the wrong idea."
"...SO NO GET EAT ADVENTURERS?" the dress continued sounding rather disappointed. "Does that mean you will feed us? Care for us? And polish our locks?"
"To the best of my ability." he nods, folding his arms.. although he wasn't sure what polishing their locks would entail. "I will persevere to give the mimic race the opportunity to change for the best. All I ask, is that you take this opportunity I'm giving you and don't disappoint me." there's a hint of pleading in his tone.
"...Ok!" It was the princess who spoke this time. The one in the middle. Sounding excited she would approach and hug him. "We stay safe with you" she continued. It seemed that he had one them over...now if only he could figure out what that tingling sensation on his leg wa- OH GOD NO! “NO! STOP IT! I SAID NO SENTIENT MEAT! I'M A PRIME EXAMPLE OF SENTIENCE!!!”
The Seduction of Drider Princess by Dragon Knight
Dragon knight marveled briefly at the demure splendor of the drider princess. Hands crossed before her the princess would draw them to her sides and lift her skirts ever so slightly. “Welcome sir knight” she began inclining her head and closing four of her eyes in demure respect. “Princess” Dragon Knight hissed in the most regal tone he could muster. “We must leave, and quickly” “Calm yourself sir knight, please sit, we have much to speak of.” Lowering herself upon her bed she patted the mattress. Dragon knights lips twitched into a snarl for the briefest moment before he recomposed himself. “My princess we really must” “MUST, follow proper etiquette my knight. Sit.”
Like a hounded pup, he drew close and sat upon her bed. As he did the mass of spiders emerged, swarming his entire body. Thankfully, the knights scales protected him from more than pain. The sensation of the spiders was little more than a mild itching, he did not try to resist. “Well now” eyes lighting up “I hadn’t expected my knight to be so…accepting. It is rather refreshing to not see one who does not flinch at our kind.”
He didn’t have time for this. The tower would collapse at any moment and he had no time to win her dowry. He needed to turn up the charm. “My princess” he began, extricating himself from the bed and kneeling before her. “I am…afraid…for your safety. If we had more time…maybe. Courtship would be…most pleasant. But not now. Soon my princess, and then…we may do formalities.” Blinking a moment in confusion she would slump slightly. “I suppose you’re right” releasing a heavy sigh. “We will need to continue this later of course” “of course” nodding his ascent. It was with that he hefted the drider by her waist, the massive abdomen and chitinous body were far too heavy for any other knight, but not him. And it was with this feat of strength that he dashed to the window and lept.
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Knight Princess gets angry Dragging himself along with his sword repurposed as a cane, Martyr Knight leaves the mimic's tower, the non-faux princess herself by his side... or perhaps clinging to his side. "S-... sorry to keep you waiting. I might've pushed my limits a little too early..." his visor looks up to the Knight Princess, who seems to have been waiting for him. As he steps out Knight princess looks at him with a slightly skewed look. “You um…found a very nice princess..” She leans in close and whispers “That Is a princess right?” "Thanks." he smirks, acknowledging her lack of honesty, then whispers back at her question. "The princess of the mimics, as a matter of fact. You don't have to worry yourself, though. They might have enough of a learning potential, and I'm committed in investing my time to their kingdom. It can be sculpted into something likable." he assures as he straightens himself, wraping his arm around the pommel of his weapon. “*Ahem* Very well then. I suppose we are to meet at the crossroads with the other knights yes? Make our way home?” "Not yet..." the veteran shakes his head, then reaches into his cloak. His tone falls serious. "Let me share a few thoughts with you first. 'A child should not have to pay for the sins of their parent.' Do you agree with this sentence?" “Um..well, I suppose. What does that have to do with anything” she says looking at you slightly confused "I ask you to be patient..." he pulls out the fiery-red gem from his person and holds it against his forehead, mustering the words in his head.
{Dragon Princess... we are out of time. Take your hoard outside. I'm bringing someone... don't get angry at them... no matter what.}
Placing the ruby back into his cloak, the bastion of beige armor resumes dragging himself - not towards the crossroads, but to another of the towers. "I'll fill you in on the details now. I just ask that, no matter what, you stay composed once we get there."
They would walk for some time until at last arriving at the most massive tower of all. As they drew near, it seemed to burst forth, the tower shattering as a mass of molten gold and coins sprayed forth, and it seemed they would be caught in the burst themselves!
While knight princess and mimic were able to escape the blast, Martyr knight, due to his wounded frame, would be swept up in the falling debris.
As the rubble seemed ready to swallow him whole, a fearsome shape would appear, scooping him up, taking him high and aloft, cupping him softly and revealing her resplendent (if slightly chubby) draconic form, framed by the molten gold of an exploding tower.
"Ghh! Dragon Princess!" the startled knight clings to her to the best of his ability, his dull-bladed sword hooked painlessly to her shoulder-blade to keep him in place. "H-hey, hey, you gonna scare the others! Put me down before they think you're attacking me."
“Ah, Really? But, You said you wanted all of my gold right? Well, now all of it’s out! A-and now we can build a new kingdom, oh and start a FAMILY” as dragon princess began to make her descent, Martyr knight would find themselves braced between her pair of massive, squishy bosoms. As they descended, knight princess would stare at them, arms crossed, left eye twitching in barely suppressed rage. “You. Have. Until. The count. Of Three.”
Clumsily slipping off the deep, scaly cleavage, Martyr Knight brings himself to his shaky feet (still weakened from pushing his limits against Tribal Knight) and holds out his one hand as his greatsword lays on the ground. "Someone named 'Freyda' convinced her to do the kidnappings, she was also told to trap herself in her own tower, she's just a naive dragonling!" he hurriedly responds in one breath, trying to meet the three seconds mark. Taking a few gasps for air, he turns back to the gold-laden giantess and holds up an scolding index. "Look... that was a badass presentation, I give you that much. But I told you to hurry for fear that the tower would fall down on you - you shouldn't have demolished it yourself. What if someone got caught in the rubble and got hurt? Would you seriously want to hurt innocent people?"
“One” she continued, placing her hand on her swords hilt, still not convinced but seemingly willing to listen more.
“Um, yes? No I mean no? I’m sorry which ones the right answer?”
"No..." Martyr quickly turns back to the enraged knight, holding his arm out protectively. "Every next generation is born innocent, yet we keep pushing the burdens of the previous ones upon their shoulders! You think your grandfather wanted you to take responsibility for his fall?!" “Wait, do you mean no meaning no or no meaning yes?”
“Yes! That is why we have honor! To ensure the mistakes of our parents are righted. Two”
"Were you taught to right bloodshed with more bloodshed?! That's an infinite loop and you KNOW that!!" he tosses his fist down. "Where do you think this aggression will lead us? Where has YEARS of aggression led us until now?!" and looking over his shoulder, he fixes his tone when addressing DP again. "No means no. Don't hurt innocent people, or they will hurt you back and be right in doing so.”
“Oh, ok…I guess that’s right”
“….Then if what you say is true…then what is the point. Decades, no centuries spent fighting, killing…dying…does all of that mean nothing? Were their deaths nothing?” Tears began beading at the corners of her eyes as she spoke. It seemed that what he said next would define their relationship forever.
"... They don't have to mean nothing." he turns back to Knight Princess, stepping towards her. "We can do these lost souls right... but in order to do so, we must make the difference. And we can make it here. Now!" Standing right in front of the princess, he tries to stiffle his panting as he continues. "Please, princess... she is a dragon, yes - but she's still a blank slate, not a lost cause. I'm taking upon my shoulders the responsibility of making her an ally. A reliable one. Even if you don't believe me now, I promise you to raise a kingdom worth allying to. Still... I would really appreciate it if I have your support from the get-go." he bows his head briefly.
Nodding her head, knight princess let go of her sword “I-I-“ she was soon to break down into most unknightly tears, and clasp Martyr knight close. “Dummy! Stupid dummy!” she began at once punching his head and holding him close.
He is taken aback, but nonetheless smiles behind his visor and hugs her... until the punches to the helmet causes his ears to ring enough to make him lose balance and fall on his back. "Oof... d-don't worry miladies, I... I had it coming..." he waves at the giantess and the mimic, both upside-down from his point of view.
"Now uhm... if only we had an easy way to transport her hoard..." the Martyr Knight scratches he back of his head with the handle of his sword as he gets back to his feet, now with the help of Knight Princess.
"I CAN HELP. BUT NEED MORE SPACE IN WAGON." the dress of mimic princess utters in its usual baritone voice. "Uhm... sure, I guess my wagon will have space to spare." the knight shrugs, then looks up to the Dragon Princess. "Would you mind if she store away your hoard?”
“Um..I..I guess it would be ok…but only if I get it back later.”
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