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Mo Money, Mo Problems
Topic Started: Sep 21 2017, 01:11 PM (874 Views)
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Much to Trousington’s Chagrin, his words were having an effect on Cream. He had been hoping to reason with the man, but unreasonable men could not be reasoned with. As such, Cream was struggling with renewed vigor, the Marines having to work harder to keep her in place. Trousington glared back at rune Guy, who kept posturing and looked to be rearing up for a fight. It was a shame, but perhaps Cream could at least get a fair shake out of this without getting into too much trouble. Rune Guy’s body flare with light, the sight seemed to motivate Cream even further, he had to act fast now.

"Men, get Cream out of here, she hasn’t done anything bad enough we can’t overlook it yet. Get her someplace safe and secure, I’ll be dealing with this one myself. Make sure no one interferes…” Trousington ordered, his men leaving en mass with Cream in tow, the girl struggling to get free but unable to with an entire squad of Marines keeping hold of her and making sure she couldn’t slip away. Even as she began to desperately attempt an escape she was unable, calling out.

GAH get OFF of me you stupid!! RUNE GUY! HELP!!! They’d got me in bondage and they’re ignoring my use of the safe word!!” Cream shouted as she was carried off b the squad of Marines. They’d avoid harming her obviously; just find a nice secure cell to put her in until things calmed down. Then they’d get her a therapist, a lawyer, and by then Trousington will have dealt with run Guy. Perhaps a good beat down will convince the man to settle in. Luckily this was Trousington he was dealing with and not some other gung ho absolute justice type Marine; he knew how to hold back and had the strength to back up his niceties.

Alright Rune Guy, it’s just you and me, you won’t harm her or hold her back any longer. Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you too much, in fact, I’ll even put the kid gloves… on.” Trousington exclaimed as he pulled out a pair of obnoxiously large, novelty red foam gloves, the kind used at sporting events, it seemed like he was taking Rune Guy extremely lightly. He followed it up by placing a large, red foam protective helmet on his head.

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Safety first~ Now then, come at me!” He squeaked, his nasally voice full of confidence as he gestured for Rune Guy to come at him with his foamy finger tips. Meanwhile the squads of Marines were dragging Cream off kicking and screaming, her struggles becoming increasingly more violent as they dragged her down the corridors. Luckily, like most stadiums, this place had an emergency lock up station where they could drop her off and keep her secured. They had made good progress, getting about halfway there when she managed to slip out of their grasp, making a break for it with surprising speed. It was only thanks to the large group they were able to catch her, tackling her to the ground and holding her there while the rest caught up and grabbed her on either side.

Get off me you pieces of fuckin shit, let me go, I’ll kick yer asses I swear I will!" She began to shout and swear, kicking her legs in an attempt to get away. The men had to practically pin her arms at her sides to get her to stop thrashing. Tying ropes around her torso to keep her arms locked in place. It was harsh and likely humiliating for the girl to be bound like this, but it was necessary to keep her from running off. In the end her torso was heavily bound, with 4 ropes extending in the diagonal cardinal directions which the groups held tight o keep her from escaping, that didn’t stop her from struggling and attempting to drag her feet to make it harder on them.

You guy’s suck at knots, this isn’t even the right kind of rope for bondage play, did you even boil this, this doesn’t feel like silk, do you even regularly oil these things? You’d be kicked out of any properly run dungeon I used my safe word that means you gotta let me go!!” She shouted, practically foaming at the mouth as they dragged her along. The men just kept thinking what a sad state she was in, babbling nonsense about ‘safe words’ and ‘dungeons’. Exactly what kind of torments and hells had this girl been subjected to make her think something like that was normal for a young girl such as herself.

We’re doing this for your own good, my cousin had a drug problem, I know how hard its gonna be to go cold turkey but you’ll see, it’ll be for the best in the long run. Just calm down we’ll have you settled in no time.” One of the Marine replied attempting to ease her suffering, it didn’t seem to be helping as she gnashed in the direction of the hapless Marine.

I’ll bite your dick off I swear when I get out of here, you can’t do this to me its illegal! Oooohhh saaay can’t you seeee, by the daaaawwns eaaaarly liiiight!!” Cream began to sign manically as they had to drag her entirely once she started protesting by not walking, letting her legs drag across the floor as a pitiful form of resistance. Eventually to make any progress they had to pick her up off the ground entirely, several men holding her bound torso and 2 more holding each leg still as they carted her off. She hissed and tried to bite at them but then they were forced to tie one of the Marines Handkerchiefs around her mouth into a knotted ball and gag her so she didn’t bite them, or worse bite off her own tongue in her withdrawal induced madness.

Eventually they finally reached the cell and pushed her inside. Cream continued her protest by running face first into the bars and slamming her head against them. This forced them to tie up her legs and lay her down on her back so she couldn’t hurt herself. By the end the entire group was exhausted and Cream was an angrily glaring, gagged near mummy laying down and flopping on the ground. Eventually though even her furious thrashing began to exhaust her near limitless stamina and she began to calm down her resistances. At that time she took a deep breath through her nose and began to think to herself… how was she going to escape, she needed a plan.
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Rune-Guy scowled as the man continued to ignore any of his attempts to settle things reasonably. Why wasn’t he listening? Was that square head of his incapable of taking in soundwaves or something… If that was so then beating it into him would be the only way. He took a step towards Cream, only for the man to continue to block the way. If he were to get her back from these fiends he’d really need to think fast. Whilst he could probably charge past the man, he’d then be left open for a moment which might be more of a risk than it was worth due to how taxing it was on his body. So… It would be a fight.

“It seems this fool thinks that being dishonourable is the only way to go… I’ll come for you, I promise. Just stay safe… Not that you’ll have to for long…”

He grinned, pocketing his sunglasses so that they didn’t break in the fray. The marines seemed to be backing off, allowing for the two to have their fight, although it appeared they didn’t want him to have his sword back. It wasn’t like he planned on using the thing, but it provided some sort of comfort, and he felt uncomfortable fighting without it. Unbalanced almost… Hopping down from the table towards the arena of sorts, he began to roll his shoulders, getting ready. Despite the fact this guy looked like a joke, he was a fairly well ranked marine and that had to mean something, and plus he was oddly confident.

“Shame, you should have taken up my offer for me to deal with the commotion whilst you continue the show. Now not only will you be shown up for not doing your job, but you’ll have to live with the fact that you were beaten by a superhero. And that would make you… Yes, the villain in this story!”

As he finished his little monologue, he ran forwards, his fists held back and his eyes keen, watching the man carefully. As he got near he twisted his whole body to one side, before spinning back quickly, his fist lashing out forwards. The aim was to strike the man hard enough to make him think twice about the foolishness of his actions, and due to him being all square-like, he was a much easier target. He would get back Cream… And he would help her heal. Sure, she hid her weakness from him, but he’d seen it one too many times… They’d sail the seas in search of adventure, and he’d make sure that she was the happiest she could be. She could totally have all the alcohol and guys that she wanted, as long as those guys were him… Wait was he missing something?
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Trousington stood there with his stupid goofy confident grin as Rune Guy roared towards him like a freight train, a fist that could probably smash boulders to dust flew towards his boxy face, just asking to be punched. The Marine was confident, stupid, or so slow he couldn’t even react, that he couldn’t even move out of the way. Rune Guy’s fist made a connection with the center of the spongy Marines face, catering and caving the entire thing as his fist sank into it… and kept sinking… wait what?

Rune Guy’s fist kept plunging deeper and deeper into the Marines face, the yellow man deforming around his fist, a clear indent of Rune Guy’s fist expanding from the back of his head. There was a single high pitched squeak coming from his body. He wasn’t just a Marine dog; he was a Marine dog’s chew toy! Rune Guy’s fist would be bounced back, and Trousington was still standing upright, grinning confidently with that stupid smug smile of his, completely and totally unharmed from the blow.

HA! Is that the best you can do? I thought you were a super hero not a wannabe, my turn! HHIIIYAAAAAHHH!!!” Trousington shouted in response. He lifted one leg backwards in a fairy like fashion, and began to spin rapidly on his other foot balanced on the toe. He became a blur of yellow, white, brown, and red as she built up speed and momentum. He came to a sudden stop as he lashed out with an extended arm, slamming the edge of the foam safety hand against Rune Guy. That was just a regular foam hand right? SO why the heck did it feel like he’d just been hit with a wrecking ball?

How do ya like the taste of that? I’m a 200 dan Fishman Karate master HHWWAAATAAAHHH! You’d best give up now and save yourself some bruises, because otherwise, I’m about to give you some tough love.” Trousington taunted, assuming another bizarre karate stance. It seems his weird looking body wasn’t just for show, what other secrets did it hold?

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Cream groaned as she stared at the ceiling. She turned her head to see the group of Marines sitting down and breathing heavily. They’d exhausted themselves like her forcing her down here, but they were recovering quickly. The longer she took the more of their stamina they’d recover and the harder it would be for her to break out. She twisted her arms, but there was very little she could do. Between the hand cuffs binding her wrists together in front of her (they’d been kind enough to recuff her hands in front so she could lay on her back) the numerous ropes wrapped around her from the shoulder down to her ankles, she could barely move an inch mummified like this. She’d make a kinky comment if she weren’t so furious… and also gagged quite thoroughly. She was in a real pickle.

Speaking of phallic objects, a curious glance to the side saw a familiar friendly phallic face look around the corner. Her eyes lit up, it was her pet Snake/Hand Cannon Trouser! She smiled through her gag, this was just what she needed. She wiggled a bit, gesturing with her eyes to get Trouser to understand her. He seemed to get the message and slithered forward, this began to rapidly draw the Marines attention as the saw the disgustingly shaped snake slithering towards them.

Wh-what the unholy hell is that thing?” One of them stammered, pointed at the slowly encroaching snake. Trouser stopped in front of them, the men getting a bad feeling and gripping their weapons tightly. It began to lift itself upright before swinging its head to a side unexpectedly. Its face transformed into that of a half snake half pink and blue cannon. It slammed into the stomach of the closest Marine, knocking him down and into 2 other, sending them sprawling like bowling balls. It lashed out again towards the next closest, who had drawn his saber to try and defend himself, Trouser launched forward, coiling and twisting its body mid air to juke the Marine before slamming itself into his face.

The Marines by now were all on their feet on full alert. Trouser wasn’t going to be getting any closer. He began to cough, looking long in the face, before rearing back and sneezing twice, spitting out 2 cannonballs at the group of Marines. Each struck a Marine, sending him flying backwards violently like human projectiles. The Marines began to return fire. Trouser slithered away rapidly, ducking back around the corner.

Damn it, you 5, pursue that… thing! Don’t let it get away, the rest of you stay here in case it comes back, tend t the wounded and get them somewhere safe. Those of you trained in first aid administer it!” One of them, the ranking member of the group ordered. 5 of the group split off to pursue the snake, the rest remained. 4 of the men were down and out, alive but injured and unconscious. 2 more were injured by still able to function. They helped move the injured while the most able bodied formed a defensive perimeter. SO Cream was now being guarded by 2 injured Marines, and 5 able bodied Marines. Way better than before, Trouser had taken down 4 and led another 5 away. If they didn’t return, that Mean Cream was left with half as many guarding her… that still meant she was in a bind… literally. What was she going to do about the rest?

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The hero’s eyes widened as he saw his fist make contact, and continue onwards into the man’s body. That spongy looking exterior apparently was more legitimate than he’d taken it to be, which… Would provide a slight issue. No way was he going to up and draw his sword, not that he even had it right now, but this meant that normal punches would have little to no effect… He took a step back, just as he saw the yellow square begin to spin. Instinctively he rose his arms, and just in time too as the weird spin attack suddenly ended with a powerful chop with the foam looking hand. Despite its appearance, it stung like hell and even when he’d blocked, he still found himself being staggered backwards considerably, his arms left with a sore red mark along them.

“What’re you even on about you fool. Don’t you know that heroes always win… And trust me pal, I doubt anyone actually had a clue what you’re babbling about. Way I see it is, you’re just some weird squishy guy that seems capable of taking a punch or two. But… I feel like giving it another shot.”

He grinned, before stepping forwards. His movements were slow, his body glowing a feint red at this point as he wondered where to attack from. His arms hurt but the injuries weren’t too difficult to ignore. But… He had an idea, and the logic was simple. He could take his heavy hits because he’d absorb them. However if he were to be struck with multiple hits, surely the surface of his body would at least struggle to keep up slightly, and with this guy remaining so confident it was completely possible that he’d let the hero test out his hypothesis. If it didn’t work he had another few ideas though…

As he got in close, Rune-Guy suddenly lit up a brilliant blue, his fists suddenly flying forwards towards the marine with a fair amount of speed. Whilst these hits didn’t hold as much force, there were more of them and due to him aiming to only just strike the marines surface, surely it would do something! As his flurry came to an end, presuming he even managed to hit he lashed out with one final punch, a fiercer one than previously with the power to break through some of the toughest materials! Whilst it might do little to the square man… Well, hopefully it’d do something at least.

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Trousington concentrated on Rune Guy as he charged in for another series of blows. He could read him like an open book with his observation haki, so he knew nothing he did could hurt him. He rushed in to meet him, taking his blows head on. His spongy body absorbed each and every one of his peppering rapid fire hits with no difficulty, easily deforming around each attack harmlessly. Even his big finisher, which would have certainly destroyed him if he were some common crustacean fishman, had virtually no effect. It would appear punches were entirely useless against the bizarre fishman.

Of course he wasn’t content to merely defend; his observation haki also told him when the best moment to strike would be, right after he attempted his big finisher. Rune Guy had devoted himself to attacking, so he wouldn’t be able to avoid this one or even defend against it properly. The moment that Rune Guy’s fish made contact with Trousington’s face, Trousington’s hand made contact with his. Rune Guy would feel himself blown backwards by the force of the karate chop. More than that, droplets of water had formed around his hands, and rushed outward like a flood, following up the blow with a peppering torrent of rushing water to send him flying backwards.

Face it kid, you’re all… washed up.” Trousington chuckled, the excess water being sucked into his foamy hand protectors and his spongy body, slightly increasing his size. Rune Guy was going to have to think on his feet against this guy. He may look like an idiot, but he’s strong.

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Trouser Snake had done his job, thinning the herd of Marines and luring more away, but she was still grossly out numbered. And she was covered in so many binds that by the time she managed to slip out of one, they’d be on her tying her back up, possibly in even tighter or more restrictive settings, if that were even possible. She bit down on the impromptu scarf gag they had tied into her mouth. They had the good sense to knot the gag portion into a ball before tying it in. If they hadn’t it would have been easy to push the clothe out of her mouth. As such that was stuck fast too.

Damn it… that one guy’s cousin must really have been a junkie I he knew about that little tid bit… or he’s really into S&M… I’m not sure which is worse for me.” Cream thought to herself as she watched the Marines scuttling about tending to their wounded and setting up a defensive perimeter. Now that trouser had lost the element of surprise, he wouldn’t be able to easily approach. Not to mention he would need to keep those Marines sent after him on his trail. In any case Cream couldn’t wait forever; she needed to start making her move now.

Cream began to wiggle as carefully and quietly as she could. There were a lot of bindings on her, no way for hr to shuck them all off at once. And if she started trying in earnest they’d know for sure. She needed to do it carefully, slowly, and 1 level at a time. Focusing on getting her hands free, she winced slightly, biting into the gag as she managed to pull her bound hands up through several layers of rope and inched them free. She felt an immense relief as blood rushed back to the constricted appendages. She hadn’t had a chance to test these out yet, so she hoped it would work. Retrieving a small greenish brown bean, she flicked it at the door to the cell they had stuck her in. The bean trembled for a moment, before it began to explode upward. There were loud groans and twists of metal as the cell door was enveloped by the rapidly growing tree and bent out of shape. The Marines turned suddenly to see the tree; well it was now or never. Cream began to struggle like made, attempting to work her way out of the numerous layers of rope coiled around her. The Marines suddenly rushed to her; however her tactic had completely blocked the doorway in addition to ripping it off its hinges. There was no way they could get through it.

Shit, she's doing something to escape, cut that tree down and secure her!” The lead Marine shouted as the several took their swords and began to hack at the tree. Their weapons clanged like they were striking metal, and after nearly half a minute of mad swinging, they had nothing to show for their efforts. They still had their guns, and could easily shoot through the bars, but they wanted to help the poor girl not kill her!

Stop this at once Cream, we just want to help you!” One of them pleaded, hoping to speak to some part deep inside her that wasn’t caught in the stranglehold of addiction.

Ehhh mahfthkn afthow yyypeethof thiff!!” Cream swore back in response, her vulgarities thankfully censored by the thick cotton gag in her mouth. She had managed to struggle out of a good portion of the bindings, but there was still a lot left, and she could tell that her Girl Wood wasn’t going to last forever, it was already wilting. And once she lost her girl wood, she’d be at the mercy of half a dozen burly men. In any situation other than the current she’d chuckle at the innuendo or make a ‘Giggidy giggidy gi-a-dee’ comment but this was actually quite serious. Despite the ineffectiveness of it the Marines kept hacking at the rapidly growth tree. And as it went through its lifespan in a matter of minutes, it was gradually waning under their assault. But Cream had made headway too, shucking herself free from over half her bondage. Just a bit more and she’d be free

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The hero grunted in reply to his failed attempt at dealing with the weird sponge man. His fists simply made contact and bounced off practically, dealing no damage just like his previous one. Just as his combo finished up, the marine lashed out with yet another attack. Unlike the previous one, Rune-Guy had no time to evade or really even block, instead being dealt a direct attack. His whole body suddenly stung, as he was flung backwards, his chest in particular taking a nasty amount of beating oddly enough. This found him crashing backwards into the podium he had been on early, presumably leading to some bruising and what appeared to already be some bleeding in his mouth.

“Don’t talk to me about washing up you damn spineless weakling. I doubt you could stand even a minute nearby to Clyde… And of all the creatures to be found dead on the shore, I’d wager it’s you”

He spoke, whilst using his little speech to catch his breath. The truth was, that hit was a solid one, and had caught him off guard. He was playing it risky here, his abilities weren’t quite doing what he’d hoped, and it wasn’t like he had much else to throw at the man. Unless… He’d seen it happen in some comics before, where the hero found a sudden burst of power and unleashed it, despite having previously not been able to and even defying logic and defeating those it shouldn’t do. Perhaps he could do that too?

“You do cooking right? What’s the technical term for when you’ve killed a fish with a mallet, and then cooked it? My fist is the mallet in this metaphor by the way…”

As he finished up his sentence he dashed forwards again, ignoring his pain to the best of his ability and drawing back his fist to dish out what appeared to be another attack same as before. However as he drew near, as if he were channelling the power of a thousand manga, his mind began to fill with memories of him and Cream… The time they’d enjoyed messing about, and “messing about” too. As he drew ever nearer his fists slammed together, at first nothing happening, before suddenly the red which previously covered his arms became a whole lot more harsh, and… Thicker. His arms had literally ignited!

“I suppose it’s the oven too!”

He cried as his foot hit the ground mere inches in front of the marine, his fist crashing forwards like the blast of a real volcano, or something cool like that. This guy absorbed blows like he was some form of leechy thing… But surely he’d be unable to absorb the power of a man’s flaming spirit! Well… Assuming that his spirit had actually ignited and stuff. He roared with strength as his fist continued to blast forwards, as he hoped this time it’d actually work. Thinking about it… He should have probably been panicked about his sudden ignition, but… Wait, that was a cool name for this ability. He’d use it!

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Trousington found it a bit odd. This Rune Guy was strong, even by Grand Line standards. Against any other Marine of his rank he’d pose a considerable threat. The power behind his blows was the real deal, it was just bad luck that his style of fighting was more or less useless against the fishman and his spongy body all but immune to blunt force trauma. That being said, how had he kept such a low profile? He had to really dig around for any evidence of his and Cream Pye’s activities here in the Grand Line. Normally pirates especially become increasingly influential and well known as they progress, but the two of them had kept a remarkably low profile. It merely lent credence to the idea that they were victims of some unfortunate circumstances painting them into a bad light.

Sadly Rune Guy may have ruined Cream’s chances at clearing her name. If the two of them slip away here, there was no doubt they’d continue in a downward spiral. He HAD to capture them both here, for their own good. He was going to commit himself to an offensive, he would certainly feel it in the morning, but he’d thank him in the long run, at least that was the plan.

A forewarning went off in Trousington’s head, his observation alerting him to a serious danger coming from Rune Guy. The fires of his passion had been stoked, and his arms lit aflame with the burning passion of a ‘hero’ Trousington swept his arms through the air in a martial pose. Leaning on the skills of Fishman Karate and Fishman Jujitsu he began to actively draw water from the air. His arms were enveloped in rippling pools of water actively held in place thanks to his absorbent body and mastery of hydrokinetic. To further protect himself he coated his arms in a shiny black layer of Haki. His Armaments wasn't as strong as his Observation of course, but it would have to do in a pinch.

Trousington threw up a guard, catching Rune Guy’s fiery attack with a blackened water coated foamy hand, managing to contain the heat and fire before it could do any serious damage. He had committed all his concentration to the sudden defense, which left him unable to attack though. He could still feel the heat rolling off of him. He had to be careful; fire was one thing that, even as a chef, he had trouble dealing with.

Maybe it won’t be as easy as I thought. I just hope my men are having better luck dealing with Cream…




GGGRAAAAAGGGHHH GET OFFA ME!!” Cream shouted, struggling violently as 6 Marines swarmed her, attempting to hold her down. Several lay on the ground, exhausted from bruises and kicks to the groin and shins.

Damn it hold her down men! Jesus how the hell can she be so strong with a body that small…” Grumbled the raking Marine as he attempted to pull her arms back behind her to handcuff her. He received an elbow to his nose for his efforts, knocking him flat on his ass as the blonde girl craned her neck down and bit into the arm of another Marine aiming for a neck lock on her. The man yelped in pain and was forced to let go as she bit down with surprisingly feral force.

Damn it, she must have been on PCP or something!” One of the Marines shouted, just before Cream snorted and slammed her head into his, knocking him flat. It had occurred like a whirlwind. That strange tree popping up out of nowhere and ripping the door off its hinges. Cream had somehow managed to struggle out of the majority of her binds in that time. They had to hack at the tree with all their strength in order to get through, it was unnaturally tough. By the time they got through she only had to contend with the ropes around her wrists and ankles. She had hit the ground as the tree withered to nothing, revealing the large gaping hole in the cell. The men had obviously rushed in to subdue her again but she leapt out and slid out on her belly. Their attempts to grab her as she slid across the ground were in vein, she was covered in some kind of slippery substance that prevented them from getting a purchase, and she slid a great distance away, forcing the men to get up and sprint after her.

You’ll never take me alive!!!” Cream shouted, snorting and hocking up a loogie into the eye of another Marine advancing with a rope to rebind her, blinding him and staggering him. She leaned back, throwing her weight into the Marine behind her and kicked her bound feet into the chest of the Marine she had just spat on, knocking him onto his back and leaving him gasping for breath. By the gods, she kicked like a horse, how the hell was such a scrawny petite girl so strong? Must be the drugs coursing through her system, or the violent withdrawal, it’s the only rational explanation.

Damn it, we have to get her under control men, keep at it, she’ll tire out eventually!!” Another called out. As luck would have it for the Marines however, a fresh wave of reinforcements rounded the corner. Cream saw them and deflated as she was swept up in the wave of bodes and forcibly thrown to the ground by no less than 10 more Marines.

“Tie this part her.”
“No like this”
“Get her arm back, wrap it up her, and connect it to that”
“Put this back in her mouth, cover her eyes with this and her ears with this, we can’t risk her getting loose again.”
“We have to completely immobilize her, bend her knees back and secure them to her ankles!”


Finally the group of Marines stepped back to view their work. There was absolutely no way for the girl to get out of this one. Her arms were wrapped behind her back, numerous ropes binding them tightly together at multiple points. Her legs were wrapped from waist to ankles in layers of the bindings, with her ankles pulled back and tied to her wrists into a hogtie position. She was gagged once more so she didn’t bite off her tongue, blind folded, and for good measure her ears were covered. It was harsh and no doubt humiliating for her, but anything less and she proved she could just weasel her way out of it.

Alright, that’s good enough, let’s get her out of here, I don’t want to risk Rune Guy slipping away from the captain and freeing her, we’re escort her back to base until she shakes the first stages of withdraw. You there, the big guy, what’s your name?” The lead Marine asked. Cream could hear their muffled voices, but she was unable to so much as move a pinky finger. She was a tightly wrapped bundle of silent fury.

Rick!” The large Marine shouted, giving a crisp salute. Cream paused a moment, had she heard that right? It was hard to tell with being blind and deafened but that sounded like…

Rick, you carry her, you look fresh and the rest of us are exhausted from the ordeal. Let’s get this over with, I’ll report back to the captain, you 2 with me, the rest escort the prisoner back. And make sure that damn snake stays locked up.” The lead ordered.

Rick!” The big Marine replied bizarrely enough, but complying and easily hefting the tightly bound girl up. The lead Marine shrugged his shoulders, some folks were just quirky like that. A female Marine currently had the aforementioned enemy snake safely contained in a sturdy looking plastic terrarium. It was a good thing that the group of Marines chasing it had run into those 2 Marines. The girl was easily able to subdue the snake, and the big guy was strong enough to pick Cream up with one arm. Cream felt her body shifting, held now and carried off. Those hands, they were familiar, she knew those hands. A slight fondle in just the right area let her know what was happening. Even through the ropes she could feel it, that slight tickling of hair stands on her nethers, oh yes, that was definitely Rick, and that meant Miriel was with him. She stopped struggling, letting herself go limp and leaving herself in the care of her friends.

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Once again the hero’s attack fell short, however this time it wasn’t due to it having no effect… In fact the marine had actually acted to block this attack, coating his arms in a thick layer of what appeared to be murky water. His punch struck the water and sizzled, not going out but instead still burning strong. Of course it was, the soul of a hero always burnt its brightest, no matter how dire the situation may become. He was a true man, and he’d show this fool what that was like.

“It’s calamari right? Or is that a type of fish? It doesn’t matter anyway…”

He suddenly drew his hands back from the attack, his hands still ablaze and practically oozing with raw flame. The moment his hands left contact with the marine, he felt the heat he was containing rise, which only egged him on to release a flurry of attacks akin to early. He began to attempt to pummel the marine over and over with his fists, continuing even if some form of defense was put up. He wasn’t about to lose… Not with Cream’s safety on the line, he wasn’t about to let their freedom be thrown away either… Sure Jack had been an odd man, but if he’d taught them anything then it was that freedom was the only way to live.

“It’s nothing personal of course, I just really hate people who don’t have the spine to stick to their deals”

The blow from early was beginning to sting again, though he still pressed on, his flurry having finished and now a different move entirely being shown off. His body pulsed orange as suddenly his fist struck out once again, attempting to snake past any defence to strike a weak spot. Although this guy had a weird body, his anatomy for the most part was still fairly understandable, and so he was fairly confident he’d be able to do something with his attack. Whilst his attacks had been blazing, his mind had been racing in an attempt to think of other witty comments to make, though he was having some issues having never been able to do much fishing in his youth due to Swiftbreeze’s winds making all that difficult. And he’d not even bothered with much cooking…

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Having scrunched up her eyes whilst fearing the worst, Vanessa was soon welcomed by... not being crushed to death or eaten? As she looked around the room, she noticed the kitchen was no longer distorted, through the fleshy seats around the table-slash-trash compactor had vanished, leaving her in a mostly-flesh prison, wondering why she'd been spared. Then, it hit her like a truck! Her fuel! At least there was enough to appease whatever ship sized beast she'd been swallowed by, unlike the poor occupants of the other vessel well beyond her reach. The clothesline and now the kitchen were starting to intrige her a little, though. If somehow the crew did survive, where the heck were they?

Distracted by a sudden change in colour above her, Vanessa peered up towards the roof of the kitchen, watching as crude, simple letters in a language she understood appeared upon it, giving her a single, no brainer choice. Frowning, she pointed up at the letters, and then herself, nodding. "Yeah, no, I'll try an' feed you. Just don't squish me, 'kay?" she asked as politely as she could, wagging her finger at it. She didn't care too much if it could see her gestures, instead resting her gun besides the back wall as she reached for an apron, tying it behind her as she made her way to the fridge. Before opening, she smashed her finger down on the counter to snap off her false nails, leaving her with her relatively clean iron hands fresh to grab whatever she needed from the fridge.

Now came the hard part. She was able to make her carrot juice easy enough, but... she didn't know how to make anything too exotic outside of that. Grumbling, she reached into the fridge and began to draw out all kinds of ingredients she'd never even seen or used before. Fish, fruit, nuts and all, all carefully piled behind her on the pink table behind her. Now, her choices started to narrow even more, until she spied a large carton of eggs, likely from some bird of some sort, but looking at the size of them, it sure wasn't a chicken. But, just eggs would be boring, so still she searched. There were a few blue hued onions she plucked out next, and with her nose pinched, some big chunks of stinky cheese on a china plate soon followed. Then, with that done, she grabbed some refreshingly familiar carrots and put those to one side, shutting the fridge and rifling through the cupboards for the pans and other items she needed.

One a sufficiently large pan was located, she rested it ontop of the hob and found some cooking oil and a bag of salt, leaving them aside as she turned on the oven. She added a dash of oil to the pan and got to work with peeling the onions. She carefully tore away the outer layers and kept the onions at arms length as she sliced them finely, having a bit of trouble with the knives but throwing the chopped onion to the pan whilst she wiped at her streaming eyes with her sleeves. Next, she started to crack eggs into a large glass jug, humming to herself as she beat them with a whisk, before pouring the viscous liquid to the pan with the onions and small chunks of the cheese she broke with her hands despite the smell. Now all that remained was to watch the omlette form nicely in the pan, folding it with some difficulty due to the size of the thing. Once it all looked fine (at least how she remembered), she brought the pan off the hob and carefully flung the omelette into the waiting maw, hoping it'd be at least sufficient.

Now, she had some time to prepare her carrot juice, peeling and washing the carrots before dicing those as well, thanking her maker for providing a blender for her toils. She added just enough water to ensure the mixture would be watery enough, adding a teaspoon or two of sugar to the carrots and water, blitzing the mixture until it was the familiar orange coloured, slightly sweet beverage. And lucky for her, there were a few lemons to cut and squeeze into it too, making enough to fuel herself, and provide enough for the creature she was caught in. With that done too, she poured all ther juice into the table maw as she could expend, taking a moment to pour her share into the fuel tanks in both her arms, awaiting her fate before she'd even think about cleaning it all up.
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It was a patient thing, to live as long as it had, as long as its kind does, one has to be patient. To be ready and willing to wait days, weeks, months, years, decades or perhaps even centuries before taking action, and only after considerable deliberation. The lives of the tiny humans, so fragile and fleeting, it was an objectively superior being but even it had some respect for the fleeting creatures which squirmed above, for carving such an empire despite their debilitating short life spans. So it waiting patiently for the girl to make her dish, as patiently and as long as it took. It would give her the benefit of the doubt after all.

After what felt to it like mere seconds the girl fed it a dish, an omelet if it not mistaken, which it never was. It had tasted the Food Bringer’s omelets before, it wasn’t as good, not nearly as so as one who had clearly devoted much of their short lifespan to cooking. However it was adequate and it washed it down with another sweet concoction. Yes this was an acceptable tribute, one which would allow it to live longer. Of course it couldn’t be allowed to just wander the ship. The food bringer and her subordinates kept many things they coveted safe and secure inside it. If this human was a thief, it might try t steal its wards treasures. It couldn’t let that happen. It had to keep her somewhere safe where she wouldn’t get in the way, once the food bringer returned, she could decide what to do with it. The walls began to bulge, forming a narrow pathway for it to follow in 1 direction.

The ground shifted next, slanting at a 45 degree angle beneath her feet dropping her down a greasy slippery floor, and into of all things a bathroom. She found herself in a normal bathroom now; it had a shower, a small closet with towels and such, and showed signs of active use. Attached to the closet was a room, unfurnished with a small bed shaped lump of flesh in the middle. There were no windows, no doors, and the only vents were a series of opening and closing holes in the series piping in fresh breathable air for it. It would seem for now she was a prisoner of sorts, at least until it decided it wanted her to do something else.

Of course it remembered the food bringer often remarking about ‘boredom’. Apparently humans became bored when they were given proper mental or physical stimulation, and if the food bringers whining had been any indication, it was akin to dying. It thoughts back on what the food bringer enjoyed to stave off death/boredom. Most of the activities were impossible. No other humans were around so they couldn’t perform that strange dance she enjoyed so much, the food bringer had been very clear that her collection of bitter liquids in sealed glass jars were not to be disturbed, and it had already eaten the last goat meaning that weird game she played the other day would be impossible. Hmmm, ah yes, it enjoyed massages, a gentle kneading of the neck, back, shoulders and legs, much in the same way humans tend to give to their pet cats, dogs, and snakes. Perhaps this one would as well. It began to manifest long tendrils of various length and thickness from the walls and floors. These tendrils began to reach out towards Vanessa, aiming to wrap around her waist, arms, and neck to give her a nice relaxing massage, though to her it might look like something out of a bad H game.




Cream was silent as she was carried out of the stadium by Rick. The group of disguised pirates made it to the entrance, looking up at the emergency chain gate. She gave Rick a look, he nodded, and the two suddenly took off in a bolt. The other Marines were confused for a moment, and before they could figure out their motives the female marine pulled the snake out of its terrarium, and fired a single shot at the ceiling. It broke a locking mechanism, and the metal gate slammed downward, cutting the two fake Marines and Cream from the rest. They then turned tail, and ran away carrying Cream with them.

DAMN IT WE’VE BEEN HAD! Captain Trousington! Come in Captain Trousington!! They had other accomplice, we managed to incapacitate Cream but they disguised themselves as Marines and took her, we’ve been blocked off and can’t pursue!” The lead Marine shouted into his den den mushie desperately. They’d been totally had by those fakes, and now Cream was being carted off to who knows where… And he being taken by her hidden companions was the best case scenario. For all they knew she was being carried off to a fate worse than death, and she wasn’t going to be able to do a damn thing about it.

Cream began to groan, bouncing round uncomfortably in her bondage as Rick and Miriel ran off with her. Miriel managed to reach over and undo the blindfold and ear mufflers. Cream tried to say something, but the gag stretching out her jaw prevented anything from getting through.

Rick?

Oh I don’t know, I kinda like her like this. Think we can just keep her tied up for awhile, it’ll be nice and quiet… maybe we can get some actual sleep tonight for a change instead of having to wake up to her humping our legs in the middle of the night again.” Miriel chuckled back, Rick struggling to hold back a laugh as well. Cream gave Miriel the best death glare she could manage struggling to pull free from her hog tied rope cocoon.

Hmmphhghmpphmmfff!!!” She growled, squirming angrily and biting down. Miriel laughed and pulled out a knife and began to cut through Cream’s restraints, the two of them slowing down to free the girl. Cream coughed and spat out the soaking wet rag that had been shoved in her mouth. She gave a few wretches, before forming a thick dollop of cream in her hands and slurping it up, gargling it around and spitting it onto the ground in a big, wet pudding like blob.

Bleh, tastes like sweat and starch. Reeeal funny wise guys, if I weren’t so happy to see you and be able to move again I’d be so pissed! Ah wait crap we gotta go back!!” Cream declared, grabbing a hold of Trouser and reloading him with her munitions.

What!? We just barely got you out safely, why would we go back?” Miriel asked.

Because Rune Guy’s still back there, and that marine he’s up against is hella tough! If the other Marines swarm him, he might get taken and… We can’t lose him, I WON’T lose another friend!!” Cream shouted, sniffling and fighting back the tears that were threatening to well up in her eyes. Miriel looked at her, and then sighed. Of course she’d want to go back.

Alright fine, let’s go back and get captured again… Rick, you go with Cream, keep her safe. I’m going to go and move the ship, it seems to like me almost as much as Cream… can’t imagine why…” Miriel grumbled, not happy about having to work with the ‘ship’. Ever since it had started interacting with Cream it had become more and more grabby with her. She tried not to think about that too much. Cream nodded, and the 3 of them split into two groups. Cream and Rick ran back to support Rune Guy, Miriel ran back to the ship to get it ready for a swift departure and possibly a fight.

Cream was ready this time; psychological warfare was not going to work on her again. She wouldn’t falter; she’d fight back, get her friends out of here, and then drink until she forgot this whole mess. She got close to the entrance, when suddenly her way was blocked by a towering pink skinned figure. Its shape was… inhuman for sure. Like a bloated star with tapered hands, feet, and a cone shaped head.

So… you’re the one old brown britches is all worked up over huh? Well… I may be playing the bad guy, but I still know where my loyalties lie. I’m gonna need you to surrender now so he can collect ya later.” The big pink man threatened, clenching his stubby hands into tight fists. Rick got into an aggressive stance, as did Cream.

No way, I’ve come too far to be stopped by some dick head who looks like one of my private time marital aides!” Cream shouted, pointing her snake at him. The man scoffed, assuming a fighting stance himself.

I ain’t as nice as that goodie two shoes Trousington. If I have to get a bit rough with you, I won’t lose any sleep about it.” He warned. This might be a tough fight.




5 minutes ago…

Trousington jumped back, breaking off from the clash, a little singed but no worse for wear. His haki had held up, and his watery element had the advantage over his fire and heat, but this definitely complicated matters. To make things worse his Den Den went off. His men had lost Cream, they had accomplices hidden and managed to extradite her from their custody. Damn this was getting out of hand. The announcement was loud enough that rune Guy would have been able to hear it. The pirate unleashed a fresh salvo of rapid blows. Trousington focused his Haki on his torso, absorbing the hits with a combination of his armored body, and his soft biology. However that last one hit with unusual power, and even if it didn’t do much damage to him, he could feel his insides shifting in a painful way.

Darn you…” He spat, coughing up a bit of blood. The physical force he could take, his body absorbing the blow. But that fire was too much for his armaments to contain, and he felt his strength suddenly drop from whatever he had hit inside him. He stood back up, burn marks covered his chest, and there was some noticeable scar tissue. Trousington took a deep breath, breathing in. The water around his arms began to crawl up his body, seeping into his injured torso. The burnt flesh began to bubble, rolling and shedding like the scales of a snake and replacing themselves with fresh yellow flesh. When the process ended he looked no worse for wear. He pulled out his Den Den and quickly dialed something in, keeping his eyes and observation of Rune Guy.

P Star, I need you track the escaping pirates down, we can’t let them get away, delta maneuver… And we should really meet again after this ok.” He said, receiving a grunt and an affirmative from the other side. With that done he refocused on Rune Guy. He needed to focus on taking him down for good; he had to hit him hard, and fast.

"Alright Rune Guy this has gone on too long. I can’t let you endanger that poor child any longer. If you have to recover from your injuries in prison so be it, maybe some time in recovery will help you reflect on your actions.” Trousington declared. He took a Deep Breath and began to draw water from the air to his hands again, building up a large quaintly and soaking it into his body. He began to grow, expanding dramatically as he soaked up the water. Eventually he was now towering over Rune Guy at around 25 feet tall.

Alright little hero, this is your last chance to surrender or you won’t be walking for awhile.” Trousington bellowed ina much deeper voice, assuming his karate stance. Water was dripping out of him; his body was saturated with the stuff by now.

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The hero watched with entertainment as the marine continued to show weakness. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all. Plus by the sounds of it Cream had managed to escape, although the accomplice… Who would that be? He wracked his brain for a moment before remembering the two that actually sailed along with them, which he hardly saw thanks to them practically being locked away in the blonde’s room. That was besides the point though, as this meant that with the injuries the spongey man had acquired, it’d be rather simple to escape…

Or he’d been thinking that, until he simply healed them back up, absorbing some water from his arms to suddenly soothe the burns on his chest and soon replace them with normal flesh once again. Dammit, what was with all these weird people? First Cream’s weird goo powers, and now this. Did nobody have a normal biology these days? Heck, even Clyde had been abnormal, his body had been so toxic it could have probably been used as a chemical weapon, and that was before he’d gone all sandy!

“Endanger? What are you, a conservationist? A linguist? And yet… Time ticks away, as that issue that your men couldn’t deal with just continues to be an issue…”

He was suddenly uncertain though, he was sure his attacks had proven useful and yet suddenly they’d all been rewritten. Though by the looks, he needed time to recover, so one singular decisive blow might be able to end the fight, though even with all the force he’d been hitting it hadn’t been effective. Wait, that was it! He reached for the sword on his back, only to find it not there. He paled slightly as he recalled that it had been taken by the marines, causing him to frantically look around for it. No way was he letting them keep that! But, it was nowhere in sight. They must have run off with it when they took Cream.

“Damn you spineless c-…”

He looked back in front of him, finding that the sponge man was no longer anywhere near his size anymore, instead standing… Several times taller than the hero himself. He was suddenly, well, huge. He seemed to be swelling with water and air, looking kind of bloated but still very much capable. If his hits hadn’t hurt before, (which, spoiler, they had) then they certainly would now. The flames which had been tickling his elbows and roaring with passion slowly began to fade, dying out as if they'd never been there. His words had been caught in his throat by the sight of the man, but suddenly they gave him an idea. This certainly wouldn’t be spineless after all, it was a tactical movement on the battlefield…

“Ironically, it appears your walking is far more impaired than mine currently”

He quipped, before leaning back and turning tail, sprinting straight back towards the judging panel. He hopped up, grabbed hold of one of the tables, and threw with force towards the large sponge, aiming for where his eyes kind of were. This wasn’t exactly an offensive move though… In actual fact, whilst the marine was presumably distracted if only briefly by the table, Rune-Guy would vault over some nearby marines thanks to the height the stage gave him, and then sprinted up the path towards where Cream had been taken, the outer rim of the coliseum. As his bare feet slapped against the ground, suddenly the world around him shifted slightly, as he performed his weird super speed he’d managed once before, creating a huge distance between him and the bogged down marine and allowing him to go search for the blonde.

“I mean… If he’s going to go back on a bet, then I’m really not forsaking the fight or anything. Heck, he deserves to be cucked out of a legendary fight with that sort of mind frame. I’d have destroyed him, if anything this is… Mercy, yeah. If I meet him again I’ll for sure teach him a lesson, but for now I have more important matters, ones which don’t involve lame marines. Well, they kind of do but that’s besides the point”

He continued talking to himself, as he sprinted into the doorway and heading towards the outer ring under the seating. He was tired, that fight had taken more out of him than he’d expected. As he ran he looked down at his hands, noticing that they held no sort of damage despite having literally been on fire… How peculiar. He’d need to check that out some time, but he doubted that Steve would be ok with that, after all he’d literally be lighting a fire in his belly. Later, that was for later, for now… Finding Cream and getting out of here. Funnily enough, it wasn't long before he suddenly saw something which caught his eye... That was easier than expected, though who was that she was with?

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Whilst Vanessa painfully waited for her fate to be determined, she considered taking these moments and making something out of them, wondering if she could somehow bruise the interior of the table maw. Paintballs seemed to merely annoy it, and with how effortlessly it snapped the bow and masts on the ship below, jamming her gun in there didn’t seem the right thing to do. Punching? Trying to poison it with raw food? She could plead to this demi-god of the sea, somehow. Before she had another second to mull over a potential plan, however, the fleshy walls began to expand disgustingly, providing her with a better source of light, a narrow exit and a round about verdict of success. She would’ve asked if it was good, but when you’re inside the belly of the beast, you don’t exactly want to brag.

“I… guess this is the way out to safety?” she questioned, looking up at the lumpy flesh above her, making sure to take off the apron and shoulder her gun and bag whilst she tied the cork topped bottle of juice to her belt, letting it hang there in case she needed another boost. When no answer in ink or otherwise came from the creature, she turned on her heel and peered into the tunnel beyond, though she couldn’t tell from a glance where she was being funneled off to. She stepped lightly onto the very precipice of the tunnel, only to lose her footing as the ground beneath her angled off sharply, landing firmly on her butt upon the tiled floor of… a bathroom, it seemed? The walls were not flesh, and the shower and sink were ceramic as expected, and within the closet nearby she could make out a few towels, as well as finding a half worn bar of soap plus toothbrushes upon the top of the sink. So, it wasn’t exactly an escape route back out into the fresh air, but at least she wasn’t dying. She’d have to wait for the occupiers to return, but that was fine with her. Next to the closet was a simple doorway, which gave way into a simple, four walled room, which was somewhat spacious but lacked a great many things. No windows, no other doors, and nothing resembling a carpet or curtains, but there was another great, pink lump. Bed sized and equally bed shaped. She considered asking to stay in the bathroom but… it was a place to rest, and take a load off.

Vanessa sat herself down on the edge of the bed, giving it a small poke with her metallic fingers, giving it a strange scowl before she threw down her and bag gun against the meaty bed, pulling off her hat and running her hands through her fluffed up, black bob. She rested it upon her knee as she decided to laze around, but there wasn’t an awful lot left to do except wait. She didn’t even have a tennis ball to bounce off of anything. She could probably ask for some paper, or start painting all over the walls in boredom, but the walls appeared far to slick for it to stick. Behind her, some commotion was going on, but she wasn’t interested; it was likely just the air exchange through all the pipes and vents scattered around the room, but when she finally dared to turn, she flinched and felt a twang of dread, watching as a collection of tendrils, of all thicknesses and lengths, bloomed upward from the floor and out from the walls like some vast anemone, beginning to chase her into the back wall whilst she backpedaled, until she ran out of room to cross.

Once again, eyes shut, and opened immediately again as those pesky tentacles decided to wrap around her waist and neck, flailing her arms and telling the creature very loudly “I’ve seen enough of these shows to know where you’re taking this!” before those too her tangled in these tendrils. She sniffled and tried to look away, fearing something just about as bad as being eaten by a sea creature, but… it wasn’t trying to manhandle her, nor trying to tear off her arms or cause her to learn sewing by ripping off her comfy hoodie. Instead, each tentacle merely held her lightly, slightly harder around her arm joints and necks, feeling one of the ends press to her neck, where it began to give her a slow, relaxing massage. She didn’t hate the feeling, but it was still grabbing her and preventing some kind of escape.

“Ah, to hell with it, this is better than dying…” she muttered, closing her eyes and sinking as low into the embrace as she could, rolling her shoulders as it began to massage her into submission.
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Yes, as it had correctly suspected this human female was just like the other human females in that all it took was a bit of head neck and shoulder rubbing in order to make them completely submissive. These humans were so fragile, like pets they were to it. It sometimes wondered what it was like, to have a lifespan of a mere 60 years or so, like mayflies they were. It couldn’t imagine what that was like, perhaps that’s why they made such good pets, at least the beneficial ones that praised it and offered it food. Those ones it would allow to live.

Before it could contemplate the nature of humans as livestock vs. pets it was alerted to a familiar presence inside of it. It was the other native female, identifying itself as Miriel, it knew that name because the food bringer would often scream it loudly in the middle of their bizarre horizontal dances where they flopped around like a fish out of water for some strange reason, and humans were weird like that so it had just learned to accept it. Excellent, now that one of its symbiotic parasites was here it would know what to do with this one. The tentacles massaging her grabbed her tightly, wrapping around her body and hoisting the hapless captive into the air. A sphincter like muscle opened up in the ceiling and before she’d had a chance to fully understand the horror of what she was being pushed towards, she’d be lodged inside the wet, cramped, muscular tunnel, and pulled along by the strong flexible nodules venting her through the ships layers.

“Alright we need to be ready to go, Cream, Rune Guy, and Rick are being pursued by the Marines, and we’re likely going to have to make a quick getaway.” Miriel exclaimed as she made her way to the bio ships control center and began to twist knobs of flesh and tug on the various fleshy extensions to urge the ship forward. Tendrils formed from the floor and began to poke at her shoulders, Miriel sighed in exasperation.

Not now ship, we have to be ready to go.” She replied sternly, clearly not understanding the ships intentions about informing her of their stowaway. It began to poke at her again, this time more forcibly and she had to push its tendrils away with her hand.

I said not now, we’re in a hurr-” She continued, only to be cut off as a wet shlorping sound came from the ceiling, and a hole opened up to spit out the damp form of Vanessa at her feet. Miriel was stupefied, for a number of reasons. She looked at the ships wall, then the girl, then the ships wall again and back and forth several more times as the girl had a chance to collect herself.

Ok… I have questions… Ship, did Cream somehow get you pregnant and you just gave birth to a fully grown woman? I mean I realize that biology doesn’t work this way but this IS Cream we’re talking about and I wouldn’t put it past the little nymphomaniac to find a way to fly I the face of natural selection like this. Ugh look ship just… ok get ready to go, and swing around to pick them up, I’ll deal with… whatever the hell THIS is ok.” Miriel exclaimed getting a rumble from the walls in agreement. Miriel moved to help steady the girl on her feet, she was going to have to burn her cloak if she really was just born and she was covered in amniotic fluid.

Easy there… alright uhhh just... ok you can do this Miriel. Hi there, what’s’ your name, do you know who you are, where you are? Let’s sit down for a minute ok?” She asked, gently but firmly leading the girl to the edge of another flesh bench like seat and sitting down with her. This day was turning out to be one headache after another.




Rune Guy heroically threw a table at Trousington, the giant yellow sponge man reacting quickly, well as quickly as his great size would allow. Trousington held up his hands and gave the table a mighty karate chop, an explosion of water bursting outward from the force of the blow shattering the table to splinters. However as he rounded on Rune Guy he found him rapidly vanishing, using a Soru to put an extreme amount of distance between them. He then went into the innards of the coliseum, and Trousington cursed himself. In his haste to beef himself up he hadn’t considered the so called Hero would turn tail and run, with his current size he wasn’t going to be able to pursue him inside.

Darn, clever little guy isn’t he. Let’s see, where are you going?” He asked himself, closing his eyes and reaching out with his observation. His senses expanded until he could catch the aura of Rune Guy approaching Cream, some other man, and P Star. He crouched down, and began to tense his entire body. He began to shrink himself, condensing all that water into the tiniest space her could. Finally he had resumed normal size, and then released it all from the bottom of his feet. He took off into the air like a rocket, the water acting like a jet burst to propel him up and up and up into the air and over the high walls of the coliseum.




Damn it what the heck is with this guy, nothing works on him!” Cream shouted, forming a large ball and chain of her hardened sugary cream in her hands, and hammer throwing it at the man. He turned towards it, took on a sumo like stance, and took the attack head one with outstretched arms. There was a metallic like clang, and the ball stopped dead, dropping to the ground and rolling away after doing nothing to him. Rick came up behind him and punched him in the back of the head. Rick was no slouch when it came to brute force, but to the simple minded muscle if felt like he’d punched a solid wall. He recoiled, holding his hand and blowing on it painfully.

Rick rick Riiiiccckk!!” He wailed, doubling over at the pain from his broken knucklebones. Cream growled and leveled her Pussy Destroyer at the pink bodied interloper.

Alright buddy, no more playing around, gonna have to give it to you hard, BALLS DEEP!” She shouted firing off several rounds of solid iron cannonballs right at him. The balls flew forward, hitting him in the face, chest, and body, and like before they stopped dead upon contact with him, heavy metal clangs ringing out.

Like I said rookie, you don’t have a chance!” P Star shouted, moving in a blur and striking Rick with one of his blunt appendages and sending him flying into a through a fruit stand, knocking the man out. He charged forward, fist cocked and ready to slam it into Cream. She quickly threw up her arms, coating them in hardened layers of candy with a squishy gummi exterior coating. P Star’s fist sunk into the candy, and she bounced back, taking little damage from the force and putting distance between them both. P Star scoffed and charged towards her again.

Slippery ain’t ya, but I’ve yet to meet a sardine I couldn’t wrestle down!” P Star Shouted, closing the gap in a heartbeat and wrapping his arms around her tightly and beginning to squeeze. Cream felt a sudden pain blossom in her chest, her arms creaked and groaned, if felt like he was aiming to snap her in half, she couldn’t budge an inch, and his body was like a literal iron vice. She kicked against his shins and attempted to head butt him, but that only succeeded in stubbing her toe and giving her a severe headache, the hell was with this guys weird body? She coated herself in her slipperiest cream, and she slid right out of his grasp lie a lubed up dart, shooting into the air and landing with a hard wet thud a distance away. She rolled across the ground and finally came to a stop, slowly and wearily getting to her feet. She was a mess, covering in sweat, various states of sugar, dirt, blood, snot, tears, and some bits of spilled fruits from a stand she had been knocked through earlier. In short, she was barely able to stand up, her legs and knees wobbling dangerously.

You put up a good fight kid, I can admire that, but you’re 20 years too young to be taking on the likes of me. Do the smart thing and stay down.” P Star warned, slowly advancing toward her with a stern uncompromising gait. Cream clenched her fists, but noticed something behind him. A smile widened across her face.

Rune Guy!!” She shouted, nearly jumping for joy at the sight. P Star turned to look, and Cream leveled her cannon at him.

Wide open!” She shouted, taking a cheap shot and firing, P Star had just enough time to turn and look at the heavy iron ball rushing towards his face. He wouldn’t be able to dodge it in time, and Rune Guy was closing the gap to. However he grinned, turning his attention completely to Rune Guy and put up and got ready to defend against his attack. A yellow flash and a sprinkling of rainwater washed over the area, Trousington falling into the path of the cannonball and it bouncing off his face harmlessly.

Huh, took you long enough Barnacle breath. What’s wrong, losing your touch sitting at that stupid desk filling out paperwork all day?” P Star chuckled.

In your dreams, I train for 6 hours a day, someone’s gotta keep the criminal element in check you know.” Trousington shot back playfully. The two stood back to back in a fighting stance, Cream and Rune Guy flanking them both.

Again? Yeezus Christ this is getting out of hand…” Cream groaned exhaustion and fatigue wearing her down. Trousington was noting how badly she looked, she coul hardly stand, and Rune Guy had been forced to flee earlier from their fight, they wouldn’t be able to win this one.

Cream, listen to me, you NEED help, and whether you want to admit it or not this Rune Guy fellow can’t give it to you, he’s only enabling your additions. There’s no point in fighting, you’re hurt, you’re tired, you can barely stand, and I’m guessing you can barely think through all the withdrawals. We can help you, contrary to what you may have been told we Marines do more than just throw pirates in jail. If you’re even half the victim that I suspect you are you’ll be treated fairly, and be given the counseling you need. There’s still time, you can still do the right thing, I know deep down you really want to. Aren’t you sick of running, sick of fighting? It can all end, right here, right now. Take control of your life; don’t let yourself be led astray any longer.” Trousington replied, once again pleading with Cream to surrender. Cream found herself hesitating, his words, they seemed so genuine, so sincere. She didn’t need haki to know he really did want to help her. P Star quickly picked up his intentions and strode forward to face off against Rune Guy, blocking his path to Cream or Trousington so the goodie two shoes would work his diplomacy.

So you’re this Rune Guy that’s been causing problems for Square Pants over there huh? Well I’m going to be your opponent now, and unlike that softie, I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. So if you don’t want to spend your time in prison eating all your meals through a straw give up now before I force feed you a knuckle sandwich.” P Star threatened, clenching his fists and assuming a fighting stance. He couldn’t help but smile, this felt so nostalgic, just him and Trousington again, just like the old days when they’d formed their old street gang. In his pocket lay photographic proof of their bond, he had been touched that the criminal formed Marine hero had kept it.

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Finally he had caught up to Cream, though this weird pinhead guy was kind of creepy. Nearby he could see various instances of… Well, chaos strewn by what he could only imagine was a fight between the two. Raising his fists he began moving forwards. Whilst this guy was fairly big, it didn’t mean he couldn’t take him down. After all, he’d taken out many foes in his time… Like, uh… Actually, he hadn’t dealt with much apart from the odd underling, so facing off against the big ones was fairly dangerous. That was ok though, he was Rune-Guy! They couldn’t stop him.

Before he got in close to throw a punch however a cascade of water filled the area, as suddenly that spongey marine appeared once again, landing at the back of the star guy. It was a surprise to the hero but he attempted not to show that, keeping his fists readied and his body releasing a faint red glow from his runes. He could admit, the marine has worn him down, but he could keep going he was sure of it. He could keep going until the day was won, that said… Cream on the other hand might not be able to, and even now it appeared the yellow man was trying to coax her to give in.

“You say you’ll help, yet all you’ve done so far is set her up and lie to her. Why would she trust you now, and why would I be about to either?”

He complained, despite his opponent currently being the large star man. Cream appeared to have struggled to fight against him, and despite her looks she was tough, meaning that if anything… It was going to be an uphill battle. Where was Jack when you needed him? He always had a way out of this sort of thing. Slowly he shook his head. He was a hero, he couldn’t allow the damsel in distress to be beaten up or harmed in any way. He would win this fight. His opponent seemed confident though, which was a concern.

“You can say that again, I hardly felt a thing”

He sneered. It was a bluff of course, but confidence was key in this sort of situation. He took a heavy breath, clenching his fists and willing up what energy he could. He then began his assault, running forwards with his bare feet slamming into the stone ground. His fists collided once more and his arms erupted in flames, dripping with overwhelming heat as he charged the weird man. Drawing his arm back, as he grew closer he unleashed a powerful punch, one which not only aimed to weaken but also to deal as much damage as it could. For a man of a weirdly shaped body, this pinhead still had a fairly humanoid shape, enough that a solid strike near the neck area would provide ample striking zone. Throughout he shouted, trying to boost his confidence. He was the hero, he would save them.

“You fight to help your friend, despite every moral you might have ever had screaming otherwise. Brave, but in the end foolish. I can’t allow you two to lock up an innocent, just because of some mistaken numbers. Your friend had his chance, I might have almost believed him, but the honour of a chef sounds pretty important… And the honour of a man is even more important, and he betrayed both!

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Whilst held slightly aloft and seemingly in an ever lasting, comfortable grip, Vanessa simply went with the flow. There was a lot of that going on today, it seemed, but still there was not a lot she could do until the ship either decided, or whoever ran the show arounf these parts returned. Time was starting to drag on a little now, though, and her legs and stomach were turning numb, not to mention her creaking joints. Before long, she'd have to signal or even just tell the ship to release her, or else she might be stuck bed-bound, at the mercy of a captain and crew she hadn't even met yet, or considered to be a threat so far at all. Her prayers were seemingly answered as the tentacles relaxed... for a fleeting moment.

Next thing she knew, those tendrils tethered around as tight as they could without crushing her, moving with an urgency she'd not witnessed yet. She was hoisted even further up towards the ceiling, which seemed to twist open, revealing some kind of hole beyond. Before she could even react to her thought, however, she was stuffed head first into an orifice, a digustingly moist one at that, soon guided through the fleshy tunnel by the undulating walls clinging close to her body, covering her in slime which might have been helping her through like a greased pig. Well, maybe, hopefully. Unless this was part of some kind of sick digestion process. A massage to tenderize her, and now these juices?

... Or maybe not. Once again, there was a light, an exit of sorts, but this time she was forced through it with little effort. Unfortunately for her, it was head-first, but... A person! Someone dressed head to toe in white robes, someone who could catch he-

Too little, too late, as Vanessa landed in a crumpled, sticky ball on the floor in front of the woman. For a moment, she barely moved, but was quick to try and shake off the gunk from her hands, followed by spitting some of the near-amniotic fluid from her mouth. With her hood missing, her short hair was wet through too, caked with the same slime as nearly every part of her body at this point. She too, like the person she found herself in company with, looked between her and the ship several times. Unlike before, however, the girl beamed a wide smile, eyes tightly shut as she kept this expression going until her cheeks hurt. She finally let them flicker open as she mentioned some 'Cream' person, and something about the ship giving birth to her? From her position, she could only slowly shake her head, trying to speak but having to once more wipe the fluids off her lips. Now though, the woman wandered towards her, giving the markswoman a chance to grasp her sleeve, then her wrist, helped into a steadier stand.

"I'm, yuck... fine!" Vanessa exclaimed, still spluttering as she spat more gung out of her mouth, shivering as the once warm fluids clung to her coldly, making awful squelching sounds with each step as she was assisted to another fleshy seat, sitting down and feeling a familiar shiver up her spine. "Ah, so you aren't Cream, you're... Muriel? Mari- Miriel?" she asked several times, still hard of hearing. Goo, everywhere. "I'm on Iron Knife, in a ship that's not a ship. Right? Some big sea critter?" she asked, her smile seemingly tireless. "Where's everyone else?"
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