~BBW, SSBBW, ~XWG, Stuffing, Sex
Prologue
It was the seventh straight day of the storm. Or maybe the seventh straight night: Sur honestly couldnt keep track of the time of day anymore as the storm obscured all signs of sunrise and sunset. It didnt help that he was sitting at the narrowest point of a mile-long pass that threaded through the Barahar Mountains. With the other soldiers stationed in this pass, Sur spent his days (or nights) facing west, alert to any sign of traffic through this tiny road. No one was permitted to cross the mountains in either direction, and the road was the only way to do so. But Surs task was uninspiring: no one had attempted to take this road for hundreds of years, leaving the Kingdom of Lajjar east of the mountains undisturbed by any foreign power, friend or foe. Sur may have been bored, but he didnt complain: his presence in the pass helped protect the peace and prosperity that Lajjar had enjoyed over the centuries and that showed no signs of going away.
Still, the storm had made the past week particularly dreary, and as he stared into the drizzle Sur tried hard not to remember the fact that he had several more months to serve in the pass before he could return to his home. He dozed, passing in and out of wakefulness for several minutes, and suddenly thought he saw a stone topple from the wall of the pass several hundred feet ahead of him. He snapped up and peered closely at the spot, but he could see little through the weather. Its probably just the rain, he thought, but he was unnerved. He stood up slowly and notched an arrow to his bow, inching forward. No one had taken this pass for generations, but he couldnt shake the feeling that there might be someone up ahead, around a bend in the pass. He wanted to call to his companions, but any noise he made might alert the intruders, so he continued forward instead, staying close to the wall of the pass.
He stopped at the bend, and at first all he could hear was his breath. But after a few very long moments, sure enough, he picked up the sound of wheels--Chariots?--and the smack of tramping feet. The noise dislodged another loose pebble or two. He knew it--an army was approaching. He tried to cry out to his companions, but his voice had left him and he only rasped into the rain. His hands trembled violently, and after a moments deliberation he stuffed his arrow back in its quiver and drew a dagger from his belt.
Just in time: the first figure rounded the bend in the pass. Surs adrenaline took over as he snatched the man and pinned him to the wall. He was hooded, so Sur couldnt see his face as he held his dagger to the mans throat. His voice found him again. Call off the other men, he yelled at the man, or face the wrath of Lajjar!
Sur saw the mans smile through the darkness of the hood as he responded, As you wish, and then, more loudly, Hang back! Ive been taken! In the heat of the moment it didnt occur to Sur how surprising it was that a man from another land, separated for centuries from Lajjar, would understand his words and respond fluently. But at the sound of the mans command a dozen soldiers, armed and armored, burst around the bend, weapons drawn but frozen in obedience to the mans words. Even in the rain their red plate armor shone richly and brilliantly. Just then, several Lajjari soldiers ran up behind Sur, screaming and notching arrows pointed at the enemy soldiers. Everyone held their ground, but a single wrong move would have sent the scene spinning into combat.
The hooded man smiled again and said to Sur, calmly and quietly, This isnt how I expected to be welcomed back home.
The hairs on Surs neck pricked up. Keeping his dagger at the mans neck, he slowly pushed back his hood, and what he saw--the arch of the mans eyebrows, the green flecks in his brown eyes, the broad, strong nose, square jaw, the tight bun in which the mans hair was tied at the base of his skull--was unmistakable. The dagger fell from Surs fingers and planted itself in the mud, followed quickly by Surs knees. He clasped the mans ankles pitifully in obeisance and penance, choking out breaths but finding no words.
One of the red-armored soldiers spoke for him. All hail Sadesh Wasim Metheli Melekia III, the Returning King of Lajjar!
Sur, realizing he was touching his king without permission, sprang backwards and landed on his ass, but the king ignored him, simply stepping away from the wall and moving forward in the pass without replacing his hood. King Sadesh had been the most beloved monarch in the history of the kingdom. He had ruled with both justice and mercy, and it was under his reign that the kingdom discovered a new fertilizer that drastically augmented the agricultural productivity of the realm. And, yet, five years ago the king had disappeared without a trace. Everyone assumed he had been murdered, and though they could never be sure of the culprit the royal family put on a show trial and executed several of the kings servants. His brother Garun had acceded to the throne, and while not as beloved as Sadesh, he had maintained peace in the kingdom and expanded the use of the fertilizer. Though all were deeply saddened by Sadeshs apparent death, most had made their peace with it and expected to live out their days under Garuns rule. And, yet, here was Sadesh once again, unmistakable in his resemblance to the many images that had once covered coins and flags throughout the kingdom, if a bit thinner than it had been. Where had he been? Who were these red-clad soldiers who accompanied him?
The rest of the Lajjari soldiers parted to let the king pass, and the red soldiers--several dozen in total, Sur could now see--followed behind, orderly and silent. And then a vehicle rounded the bend, not a chariot but a massive carriage, two or three times as large as an ordinary one, pulled by four horses and driven by another red soldier. The windows of the carriage were mostly shuttered but for one on the left side, which was only covered inside by a curtain. Sur still couldnt see much, but a lantern evidently hung inside the vehicle, as something illuminated an absolutely massive silhouette. He couldnt tell who this person was but figured their size explained the size of the carriage. But he had little time to glean more as the carriage rolled on into the mist and rain, leaving Sur and his companions staring ahead into the dark.
And Eat It, Too
by Benny Mon
Prologue
It was the seventh straight day of the storm. Or maybe the seventh straight night: Sur honestly couldnt keep track of the time of day anymore as the storm obscured all signs of sunrise and sunset. It didnt help that he was sitting at the narrowest point of a mile-long pass that threaded through the Barahar Mountains. With the other soldiers stationed in this pass, Sur spent his days (or nights) facing west, alert to any sign of traffic through this tiny road. No one was permitted to cross the mountains in either direction, and the road was the only way to do so. But Surs task was uninspiring: no one had attempted to take this road for hundreds of years, leaving the Kingdom of Lajjar east of the mountains undisturbed by any foreign power, friend or foe. Sur may have been bored, but he didnt complain: his presence in the pass helped protect the peace and prosperity that Lajjar had enjoyed over the centuries and that showed no signs of going away.
Still, the storm had made the past week particularly dreary, and as he stared into the drizzle Sur tried hard not to remember the fact that he had several more months to serve in the pass before he could return to his home. He dozed, passing in and out of wakefulness for several minutes, and suddenly thought he saw a stone topple from the wall of the pass several hundred feet ahead of him. He snapped up and peered closely at the spot, but he could see little through the weather. Its probably just the rain, he thought, but he was unnerved. He stood up slowly and notched an arrow to his bow, inching forward. No one had taken this pass for generations, but he couldnt shake the feeling that there might be someone up ahead, around a bend in the pass. He wanted to call to his companions, but any noise he made might alert the intruders, so he continued forward instead, staying close to the wall of the pass.
He stopped at the bend, and at first all he could hear was his breath. But after a few very long moments, sure enough, he picked up the sound of wheels--Chariots?--and the smack of tramping feet. The noise dislodged another loose pebble or two. He knew it--an army was approaching. He tried to cry out to his companions, but his voice had left him and he only rasped into the rain. His hands trembled violently, and after a moments deliberation he stuffed his arrow back in its quiver and drew a dagger from his belt.
Just in time: the first figure rounded the bend in the pass. Surs adrenaline took over as he snatched the man and pinned him to the wall. He was hooded, so Sur couldnt see his face as he held his dagger to the mans throat. His voice found him again. Call off the other men, he yelled at the man, or face the wrath of Lajjar!
Sur saw the mans smile through the darkness of the hood as he responded, As you wish, and then, more loudly, Hang back! Ive been taken! In the heat of the moment it didnt occur to Sur how surprising it was that a man from another land, separated for centuries from Lajjar, would understand his words and respond fluently. But at the sound of the mans command a dozen soldiers, armed and armored, burst around the bend, weapons drawn but frozen in obedience to the mans words. Even in the rain their red plate armor shone richly and brilliantly. Just then, several Lajjari soldiers ran up behind Sur, screaming and notching arrows pointed at the enemy soldiers. Everyone held their ground, but a single wrong move would have sent the scene spinning into combat.
The hooded man smiled again and said to Sur, calmly and quietly, This isnt how I expected to be welcomed back home.
The hairs on Surs neck pricked up. Keeping his dagger at the mans neck, he slowly pushed back his hood, and what he saw--the arch of the mans eyebrows, the green flecks in his brown eyes, the broad, strong nose, square jaw, the tight bun in which the mans hair was tied at the base of his skull--was unmistakable. The dagger fell from Surs fingers and planted itself in the mud, followed quickly by Surs knees. He clasped the mans ankles pitifully in obeisance and penance, choking out breaths but finding no words.
One of the red-armored soldiers spoke for him. All hail Sadesh Wasim Metheli Melekia III, the Returning King of Lajjar!
Sur, realizing he was touching his king without permission, sprang backwards and landed on his ass, but the king ignored him, simply stepping away from the wall and moving forward in the pass without replacing his hood. King Sadesh had been the most beloved monarch in the history of the kingdom. He had ruled with both justice and mercy, and it was under his reign that the kingdom discovered a new fertilizer that drastically augmented the agricultural productivity of the realm. And, yet, five years ago the king had disappeared without a trace. Everyone assumed he had been murdered, and though they could never be sure of the culprit the royal family put on a show trial and executed several of the kings servants. His brother Garun had acceded to the throne, and while not as beloved as Sadesh, he had maintained peace in the kingdom and expanded the use of the fertilizer. Though all were deeply saddened by Sadeshs apparent death, most had made their peace with it and expected to live out their days under Garuns rule. And, yet, here was Sadesh once again, unmistakable in his resemblance to the many images that had once covered coins and flags throughout the kingdom, if a bit thinner than it had been. Where had he been? Who were these red-clad soldiers who accompanied him?
The rest of the Lajjari soldiers parted to let the king pass, and the red soldiers--several dozen in total, Sur could now see--followed behind, orderly and silent. And then a vehicle rounded the bend, not a chariot but a massive carriage, two or three times as large as an ordinary one, pulled by four horses and driven by another red soldier. The windows of the carriage were mostly shuttered but for one on the left side, which was only covered inside by a curtain. Sur still couldnt see much, but a lantern evidently hung inside the vehicle, as something illuminated an absolutely massive silhouette. He couldnt tell who this person was but figured their size explained the size of the carriage. But he had little time to glean more as the carriage rolled on into the mist and rain, leaving Sur and his companions staring ahead into the dark.
