The Saga of the Nymphs
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Adult +
Chapters:
5
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1,060
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Chapter 4
This is about 5 years after chapter 2. Just some random funness.
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George, Joey and Bretta were taking a day off to lounge around their pool and just generally do fun stupid stuff. Currently they were floating in the semi-deep end talking randomly.
"So, Bretta, I've been wondering. How is it exactly that Bill isn't gay?"
"Well, George, I'll tell you. I kind of accidentally turned him bi the first time we had sex, and after he got done freaking out, I explained to him that after I convert someone I can't convert them any more, if that makes sense."
"It kind of does."
"Ok, since you asked a question, do I get to ask one?" George and Joey exchanged a look. They knew how her mind worked. She'd ask something about their bedroom habits. Again.
"Fine. But I reserve the right to not answer."
"That's not fair! I told you!" George rolled her eyes.
"Fine."
"Why are you blue?" George blinked in surprise. Bretta had never asked before.
"Well, I suppose I could tell you. But if you guys tell anyone I could get in HUGE trouble." Joey and Bretta nodded wordlessly, eyes huge. "You two will be the only ones to know, besides the ones involved in the program."
"The program?" Joey asked.
"Shut up! I wanna know!" Bretta hissed at Joey.
"All in good time, my dear friends. How about we get out? I'm getting pruney." They three Nymphs climbed out of the pool and situated themselves in the soft grass in the sunlight. George cleared her throat and looked at her eager audience.
"So begins my tale. It has been at least a hundred years since I have spoken of this to anyone, even the others. Yes, there are others like me. I'm the only blue one, but if you look hard you'll see some very very light pink and green Nymphs. They're not sure why I absorbed more color than the rest, but they never looked into it too closely. I've never minded. I'm not supposed to tell anyone about this, ever, but as my team and friends, as my family" she looked at Bretta "and my intermittent lover" she looked at Joey "you both have a right to know." She took a deep breath. "I'm part Troll." Joey and Bretta wore twin looks of shock." I was born a Nymph, just like both of you, had 2 Nymph originators, and I spent part of my childhood with them, as you both did. But when I was very young, I was chosen to be part of an experimental group. I barely remember it but I've watched tapes..."
*FLASHBACK*
We see a very young George walking down a hallway with other younglings. [They all appear to be no older than 6 human years of age] She has normal nymph coloring and appears to be frightened. A guardian walks beside her, trying to soothe her with a toy of some sort. They come to a room with more younglings in it, of different species. Orcs, Trolls, Faeries, Ogres, even a Dragonkin. The younglings were paired off, but before George could be paired she ran to the only blue Troll, seeking to comfort the poor creature.
*Pan in to the younglings*
"Hi! I'm George! What's your name!"
"I'm Margret. What are you?" The young Troll eyed her with suspicion.
"I'm a Nymph, silly Troll. Don't they teach you anything?"
"All I know is something bad is going to hapen."
"Nothing bad's gonna happen! The guardians won't let it!" The small Troll looked at her pityingly.
*Pan out*
The younglings spend a month in solitary confinement with their partners, except they didn't see it as confinement. They were all young and saw it as unlimited playtime, with all they toys you could ask for. One day George and Margret are taken to a chamber with two steel tube-like tanks in it. The younglings are sedated and placed in the tanks, and a process begins that lasts several hours. When the youngling are removed, they are secured to tables for tests.
*Back to present time*
"So, somehow they altered our SNA [Like DNA but for Nymphs, Trolls, ext] so I came out 1/4 troll, and Margret came out 1/4 Nymph. Poor thing had no color, but she didn't mind. She was just glad to be going home. Never saw her again. But as far as I know, all of us that were altered got powers. They program was shut down after the Council found out they used younglings as guinea pigs, and we've all been ordered not to speak of it again." Several minutes passed. Bretta found her voice first.
"How are you not PISSED??? They treat you like a science project, torture you, and you're OK with it??"
"I never said they tortured me. Never felt an ounce of pain. Getting my stupid tusks ground down was annoying, though. Lucky I don't need to do that anymore, huh?"
"You got tusks? Like a Troll? Sweet! I wanna see them!" Joey was suddenly over-excited and lost focus, causing him to shift back and forth, entertaining the cousins for a minute till he realized what was happening. He stopped at a slightly feminine male form. "Show us!"
"Holy crap, I thought only Bretta got THAT excited." George grinned and allowed herself to shift to her natural state. Short, mohawked, and sporting a few tattoos, she slowly let her tusks grow back out. She had to be careful because they were sharp and she hadn't had them out in a long time. They weren't as long as a Troll's but there was no way anyone would think them merely enlarged canines. [Think troll from WoW with small tusks.]
"Cool! You should let them out more often!"
"Bretta, you forget..."
"What?"
"She's not allowed to, remember?"
"Oh yeah..." George sat back, pleased that her friends seemed to be ok with the whole situation.
Life for the Nymphs went back to the normal circus that was life. So endeth the fourth installment of The Saga of the Nymphs. You now know why George is blue, so ask for something else as the plot, guys!! :D Hope you enjoy!!
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George, Joey and Bretta were taking a day off to lounge around their pool and just generally do fun stupid stuff. Currently they were floating in the semi-deep end talking randomly.
"So, Bretta, I've been wondering. How is it exactly that Bill isn't gay?"
"Well, George, I'll tell you. I kind of accidentally turned him bi the first time we had sex, and after he got done freaking out, I explained to him that after I convert someone I can't convert them any more, if that makes sense."
"It kind of does."
"Ok, since you asked a question, do I get to ask one?" George and Joey exchanged a look. They knew how her mind worked. She'd ask something about their bedroom habits. Again.
"Fine. But I reserve the right to not answer."
"That's not fair! I told you!" George rolled her eyes.
"Fine."
"Why are you blue?" George blinked in surprise. Bretta had never asked before.
"Well, I suppose I could tell you. But if you guys tell anyone I could get in HUGE trouble." Joey and Bretta nodded wordlessly, eyes huge. "You two will be the only ones to know, besides the ones involved in the program."
"The program?" Joey asked.
"Shut up! I wanna know!" Bretta hissed at Joey.
"All in good time, my dear friends. How about we get out? I'm getting pruney." They three Nymphs climbed out of the pool and situated themselves in the soft grass in the sunlight. George cleared her throat and looked at her eager audience.
"So begins my tale. It has been at least a hundred years since I have spoken of this to anyone, even the others. Yes, there are others like me. I'm the only blue one, but if you look hard you'll see some very very light pink and green Nymphs. They're not sure why I absorbed more color than the rest, but they never looked into it too closely. I've never minded. I'm not supposed to tell anyone about this, ever, but as my team and friends, as my family" she looked at Bretta "and my intermittent lover" she looked at Joey "you both have a right to know." She took a deep breath. "I'm part Troll." Joey and Bretta wore twin looks of shock." I was born a Nymph, just like both of you, had 2 Nymph originators, and I spent part of my childhood with them, as you both did. But when I was very young, I was chosen to be part of an experimental group. I barely remember it but I've watched tapes..."
*FLASHBACK*
We see a very young George walking down a hallway with other younglings. [They all appear to be no older than 6 human years of age] She has normal nymph coloring and appears to be frightened. A guardian walks beside her, trying to soothe her with a toy of some sort. They come to a room with more younglings in it, of different species. Orcs, Trolls, Faeries, Ogres, even a Dragonkin. The younglings were paired off, but before George could be paired she ran to the only blue Troll, seeking to comfort the poor creature.
*Pan in to the younglings*
"Hi! I'm George! What's your name!"
"I'm Margret. What are you?" The young Troll eyed her with suspicion.
"I'm a Nymph, silly Troll. Don't they teach you anything?"
"All I know is something bad is going to hapen."
"Nothing bad's gonna happen! The guardians won't let it!" The small Troll looked at her pityingly.
*Pan out*
The younglings spend a month in solitary confinement with their partners, except they didn't see it as confinement. They were all young and saw it as unlimited playtime, with all they toys you could ask for. One day George and Margret are taken to a chamber with two steel tube-like tanks in it. The younglings are sedated and placed in the tanks, and a process begins that lasts several hours. When the youngling are removed, they are secured to tables for tests.
*Back to present time*
"So, somehow they altered our SNA [Like DNA but for Nymphs, Trolls, ext] so I came out 1/4 troll, and Margret came out 1/4 Nymph. Poor thing had no color, but she didn't mind. She was just glad to be going home. Never saw her again. But as far as I know, all of us that were altered got powers. They program was shut down after the Council found out they used younglings as guinea pigs, and we've all been ordered not to speak of it again." Several minutes passed. Bretta found her voice first.
"How are you not PISSED??? They treat you like a science project, torture you, and you're OK with it??"
"I never said they tortured me. Never felt an ounce of pain. Getting my stupid tusks ground down was annoying, though. Lucky I don't need to do that anymore, huh?"
"You got tusks? Like a Troll? Sweet! I wanna see them!" Joey was suddenly over-excited and lost focus, causing him to shift back and forth, entertaining the cousins for a minute till he realized what was happening. He stopped at a slightly feminine male form. "Show us!"
"Holy crap, I thought only Bretta got THAT excited." George grinned and allowed herself to shift to her natural state. Short, mohawked, and sporting a few tattoos, she slowly let her tusks grow back out. She had to be careful because they were sharp and she hadn't had them out in a long time. They weren't as long as a Troll's but there was no way anyone would think them merely enlarged canines. [Think troll from WoW with small tusks.]
"Cool! You should let them out more often!"
"Bretta, you forget..."
"What?"
"She's not allowed to, remember?"
"Oh yeah..." George sat back, pleased that her friends seemed to be ok with the whole situation.
Life for the Nymphs went back to the normal circus that was life. So endeth the fourth installment of The Saga of the Nymphs. You now know why George is blue, so ask for something else as the plot, guys!! :D Hope you enjoy!!