Posted 18 July 2009 - 10:01 PM
Jabville, today, tonight… whenever the hell you read this! NOW!
Aveta found herself inadvertently sauntering through the twisted labyrinth of Jabville’s alleyways, and streets for most of the day trying to find sources of perversions, and debauchery. Her long flowing copper hair glistening, almost glowing as vibrantly as the sun itself as the setting orb caught glimpses of her untamed mane.
She paused for a moment, standing deathly still, bathing in the aura of Jabville’s wickedness, its corruption.
“This place has changed since the last time hasn’t it cunt?” The Goddess smiled, playfully stroking at her slit.
The city’s heartbeat pulsed with both good and evil, neither side ever overpowering the other. This, the Goddess thought, needed to change.
“Y, y, you have no idea Aveta.” Bliss stammered, her delicate, but broken voice emerging from under Aveta’s skirt. The wet quivering pussy was trying valiantly to overcome the pleasurable sensation building within her as her Goddess playfully, but tauntingly rubbed at and within her. “The m, mayor resigned. Strict laws are n, now enforced. It’s almost a different place my Mistress.”
The strong overwhelming fragrance of sin pulled Aveta and her cunt from out of the dank, steaming, dark alleyway and into a bustling avenue of Jabbers and vehicles. The loud ambience of city life ever present as cars honked and pedestrians cursed. Bedpan the blue stickman and Redpan the… well… red stickman sailed through traffic arguing over who was going to deliver their pizza first. Jabville was alive.
Peering over the hustle and bustle Aveta found a place that intrigued her, a place the intoxicating fragrance of decadence seemed to originate from. It was a bar teeming with excitement.
“There.” She grinned wickedly.
The raucous laughter and camaraderie filled Aveta’s ears as the fertility Goddess and her cunt approached. The sign above the bar read “Hole in the Wall” and a small tattered sheet of paper taped to the door informed visitors this place was neutral ground. It didn’t cater to strictly men, women, mystical beings, good, or evil. It was for all Jabbers regardless of stature or importance. It was the very symbol of Jabville itself. Aveta entered with arrogance and nobility as she tended to always do.
Much to her surprise the crowd was robust and rowdy barely paying her a single glance. Absorbing the atmosphere Aveta glanced around the barroom. The pulsating energies of sin, decadence, pleasure, and wickedness invigorated the Celtic beauty. Continuing to indulge her hunger she looked over the crowd. She could see Hatter hunched over a table listening to stories from Jovan and Erikon. He didn’t seem enthralled but then Hatter never did unless the story focused on death and mayhem. Erikon, the rogue, had ordered another round of drinks for his buddies as well as another small bag of ice to place on his crotch much to the inquiry of the others.
With a faint smile Jovan mustered the nerve to ask Erikon about his… uhm… problem area. “Dude? What’s the deal with the ice?”
“Yeah Erikon, did those dicks try to steal your package again? Want us to beat some more sense into them? I brought my ax, and she’s hungry!” Hatter twitched with sudden vigor, his hands clenching into tight fisted balls of joy.
Erikon settled comfortably into his chair with his legs spread open lazily and draping his arm over the backrest with a grin of satisfaction before finally replying. “Nah. I just got a case of blueballs.”
Jovan’s eyes widened as a look of disgust and sympathy draped across his face. “Damn, sorry to hear that Erikon.”
Sliding deeper into his chair Erikon’s grin grew wider as thoughts of lust and pleasure filled his mind. “Don’t be. It was fuckin’ awesome!”
Hatter and Jovan looked at each other, both in a state of utter confusion.
“Bunch of fuckwads.” The Goddess thought callously.
Rolling her eyes in disgust Aveta recommenced to scan over the rumbling crowd of Jabbers. She saw Copy and Dark Trooper licking their wounds with a few cold ones apparently not concerned with the mysterious disappearance of Memo’s head.
“Oh look, you got a booboo.” Trooper pointed out to Copy.
Tightening the towel around his waste Copy nervously shrugged his arm away from Trooper, unsure if he was really that moronic or if the harshness of battle finally had taken its toll on his former teammate.
“Get the hell outta here! I’m not your leader! Go away!” He frowned.
She noticed Duke, GreenGuy, Hampmac, Rob, Chewie, and Fester sitting merrily in the corner toasting to memories and the good old days and reuniting with old friends.
Not impressed with the clientele Aveta was about to make her exit until someone caught her eye. Someone she found tolerable enough to approach and attempt to converse with, which in her case was rare indeed. Composing herself accordingly Aveta strutted imperiously into the heart of the boisterous establishment.
“Dork Dickwad.” She summoned insultingly. “What’s it been, two, two and a half years?”
Darth Baw, Blue, SickPuppy, and the newly introduced Blissbot all found themselves silenced, not from fear mind you, but from awe and just plain bewilderment that the Bitch Goddess was out amongst Jabville’s denizens.
“Aveta.” Darth Baw smiled in his good natured way as he adjusted the frame of his glasses upwards to the bridge of his nose. “Probably, but what’s time to a beautiful immortal Goddess such as yourself? And how have you been Bliss my precious? How are you adjusting to life as a cunt?”
From under Aveta’s skirt the unusually quiet pussy, almost shocked to be spoken to, gleefully replied to her friends with an innocent enthusiastic vigor. “Oh! Not having a body will take time but I feel pretty good, I’m...”
“Shut up cunt!” Aveta snapped! She found herself a little perturbed that her cunt was getting more attention than her.
“You know!?” Blue spoke out suddenly. “Just because she’s your cunt doesn’t mean you have the right to treat her like that!”
Aveta’s lips sneered and her golden eyes gleamed in ire at the boldness, and utter disrespect Blue was showing. “Unlike the other CUNTS in this establishment Bliss knows her place!”
“Maybe you can take a lesson from her.” Blue retorted sharply, taking a well earned sip from her beer.
SickPuppy snickered trying to hide it behind a pseudo sneeze which caused Blissbot to chortle herself exhaling a few splashes of her beverage. The results of which only angered the Bitch Goddess further. Aveta arched her back and extended her arms outwards towards Blue, her palms glowing with the crackle of godly energy.
From the distance Copy Of howled. “Please ladies… fight!”
Aveta released a blast of power aimed at Blue but the purple haired beauty anticipated the discharge and bolted into Baw’s lap. The wave of energy flew through the bar aimlessly until it hit Hatter from behind sending his grimy, drab green hat to the floor. The barroom grew silent as he shrugged his smoking shoulders, stood up, and grabbed for his ax. The Lurkers behind him grew unnerved as his crooked yellow teeth snarled in their direction.
“What the fuck was that about LURKER!?” Hatter shouted violently. As easily as his frustration had emerged he seemed to instantaneously settle down bringing his voice to a calmed cool tone of understanding. “You made me spill my tea.”
“Uh-oh.” BlissfulCunt beamed.
The Lurker grew flushed and pail as fear overwhelmed his senses. Desperately he tried to explain his innocence but as Lurkers tend to do, they don’t speak much.
“It’s all good chap! A simple sorry will do.” Hatter grinned with evil intention.
Again the Lurker looked into Hatter’s face with only silence as his voice.
“What the fuck’s a matter with you!? Kat got your tongue!?” Hatter jumped rabidly flailing his arms around like a wild monkey. "Oooogah boogah!"
Erikon, understanding the situation, tried his best to explain. “Hat? The dudes a Lurker, they don’t talk.”
“Oh?” Hat Smiled. “Well why didn't he just say that?” Flipping his ax to its blunt side he swung ferociously at the Lurker sending him flying into the table and his other friends. “I hate Lurkers!”
The crowd roared together as madness and destruction emerged in the rowdy establishment!
“BARFIGHT!”
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