The Quest for the Vessle Part One
Bill: Hey, furs. I'm back, with a different type of story. This one is set in the times of Ye Olde and knights.
Darkside: So, you're making a Medieval story?
Bill: Well, yeah. I love dragons (winks towards Darkside, Darkside in turn grins back) and I love the medieval times.
Darkside: Well, get on with it, so you can show me how much you love dragons(He grins again).
Bill: Alright, here goes.
*Bill ends script here and writes his warning, his cameos, the copyright and later on his story*
WARNING:
Blood will be shown. Nudity will ensue. Plus a little cameo of Sir Tim and Hana will appear.
Tim and Hana are copyright to their player Tim.
My name is Sir Alexander, and I have a story to share with you. To the weary travelers who have been wanting to go to the Forest of Shadows, do not, for it is a deadly forest filled with dangers beyond your wildest nightmares. But inside the Forest of Shadows lay the object I was in search of for my kingdom. An object I did not know of. The object was a vessle that would carry anything you could place in it, but I did not know what it looked like, but I was to quest for it anyhow. The vessle would not be an easy task to get. Many creatures were to try and stop me of achieving my goal. the reason I was to search for it was because my kingdom was losing it's vital air for people to breathe and I was the only one to fetch the vessle. And this is where my story begins...
The King woke up one morning, coughing and wheezing. He did not know why he felt this way. He looked back to what happened a few months ago, until he remebered of a sorcerer who he did not pay for his services.
The sorcerer was to rid the king's kingdom of spirits of Hell. The sorcerer finished his task, but the king was reluctant to pay the sorcerer. So, the sorcerer came to the king one day and and placed a curse on him.
The sorcerer said: "On the sixth day of the sixth month of the sixth hour of the morning, the air in your vile kingdom will dwindle. You will never be able to leave the dome that will be created that will encase all of your kingdom on that 'dreadful' day. You, my 'noble' king, will wake up in a cold sweat, wheezing and coughing, gasping for the air that will be stale in your bedroom. Your chest will be heaving for it's precious air. You, my 'nobel' king, will die of lung failure, and the rest of your followers after."
The king just scoffed at the sorcerer's curse and said: "Guards, take this insolent creature out of my kingdom and have him beheaded at dawn tomorrow." The guards complied to their king's will and dragged the poor old man out of the royal hall.
He called to the king: "Your kingdom will fall to the deepest, darkest pits of Hell. But I see HELL IS TOO GOOD FOR YOU!" The man was dragged out of the castle and was beheaded the next morn.
Now the prophasy of the old mage was coming true. The King summoned his guards to fetch him his kingly garbs and to help him out of bed. After he was dressed and sat on his throne, he summoned one of his many sevents to come to him.
"Young man," the king wheezed, "go waken Sir Alexander from his slumber and tell him his king beseeches him." The young man nodded and off he went. He came into my quarters and shook me from my dreams.
"Why do you waken me, boy?" I demanded.
"The king wishes to speak with you, sir," said the little child with his deep eyes. I sat up in my bed. In my haste the covers flew off of my chest.
"The king needs me?" I asked the child. He just nodded. "Then fetch me my clothes and armor, boy, for I will speak to him in his urgence," I said as I stood from my bed. The child nodded and ran off to fetch me my clothes. I had forgoten that I had slept the night before without any under garments. I was nude, so I covered my loins with my hands. The child returned with my clothes and I told him to leave and tell the king at once that I would appear before him. the child nodded and strode off, shutting my door as he left. In my haste, I had slid on my pants and tunic, then I snapped on my breast plate, loin plate, shoulder plates, forearm guards, and my shin guards and iron feet. I grabbed my sheath from it's wall hook and strode out of my quarters and off to the main hall of the kingdom.
I came up to the king, who was sitting on his throne. He was gasping for air, his chest heaving for the precious life giving air. I then felt my air restrict in my lungs and coughed a little. I stood before him and got down on my knees and bowed my head.
"Arise, young knight," coughed the king. I complied and stood erect to my king. "I have a quest for you, Sir Alexander," he continued, " I want you to seak out an object that is able to carry anything in it. The object I do not know where it is located, but a sorcerer told me of it. I wnat you to quest for it. But if you fail to return the object, I will have you beheaded. Is this clear, my noblest knight?"
I bowed my head and said: "Crystal, sire."
"Now take my sword with you," said the king as he held out his sword to me, "and use it anything that gets in your way to victory." I walked up to the king, knelt on one knee and took the golden hilt of the sword. The sword of the king was made of the most precious metals. the hilt was made of pure soild gold and incrusted with four bright rubys on the hand guard. the blade itself was made of solid pressed silver powder and diamond powder, pressed both together to make the blade as deadly as it was beautiful. I held the sword in one hand and stood up. I sheathed the mighty blade and bowed to the king.
"Now, begone with you and find the object," he wheezed. I nodded and started out of the main hall. There, an old man stopped me by grabbing my arm.
"Why do you hold onto me, old man?" I asked him. He pulled his hood back revealing his wart ridden face.
"I must talk to you, noble knight," he spoke quietly, "I must tell you, you are going nowhere without knowing your path."
"That I clearly understand, old man," I said to him while releasing myself from his grip.
"But you must know where you are going," he urged. I could see the concern in his eyes, so I stood there and listened to the old fool. I pittied the old man, for he needed to speak to me. "What you need to do, noble one, is to find the conjoined ones. They will explain to you what you are looking for."
"The conjoined ones?" I asked the old man. I knew of the three. They held all-knowing information and they had infinite wisdom of just about everything. No one man has ever met these three, let alone try to find them. They were considered the devil's child, as the three were joined by the back, resembling that of cerberus, the guardian of Hadas. "Why must I find them, old fool?" I demanded the man's answer.
"They are the only ones who can tell you where to find the vessle you seek, noble knight," he answered. 'He must be telling the truth,' I thought, 'for they are the only ones who can tell me where I must go.'
"Where do I find the conjoined ones?" I asked the old man.
"They reside to the north north east," he explained, "in a cavern in the side of a mountain."
"And how do I get there?" I asked.
"Take this with you," he said while placing a strange object into my hands.
"What is this strange thing you had placed in my hand?" I asked the old man, the worry in my voice as I held the strange thing.
"The thing is called a 'compass,'" he explained, "the way you go is the way the needle points. Face in different directions and see what I mean." I held the 'compass' in my palm and turned to the side. The little needle pointed in the direction I was facing.
"What sorcery be this?" I exclaim.
"No sorcery," he assured me, "only magnetic polarity."
"Mag... net... ick... poo... lar... it... eye," I sounded out what the old man said.
"Yes, it always points northward," he said.
"Then why does it point south?" I asked as the wonderous obect spun as I turned back to the old man.
"That would require too much explaination," he said, "and you have limited time to find the vessle. Now go and find the conjoined ones." He shooed me off out the main gates and across the downed drawbridge. "Now go, young knight," he called after me as I walked off in the direction of north north east, as the compass read, "and return with the vessle in hand. Time is short and God speed to you." His voice trailed off as I walked the way of the compass.
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I started to sweat like a piglet ready for the slaughter as I came to a river. I got down on my knees and shoved both of my hands into the cool water. I cupped my hands under the flowing mirror and brought them to my face to drink the cold fluid. After I had my fill of the water in my hands, I dipped my hands back in and brought up the water to splash against my face. I felt the cool droplets slide down my over heated face. I had been walking for a few hours as I gazed carefully at the sun's position in the sky.
As I stared to the sky, I saw some clouds part. I watched something red pass through the parted clouds. It was as if it moved as red lightning.
"By God," I said quietly as the thing zoomed down towards me, "it's the red demon!"
The thing blazed over my head and knocked me to the ground. The demon's head crooked back with it's firey eyes. Someone rode atop the demon as it stopped in the air and faced me. It's wings flapped, keeping it aloft in the air. It land a few hundred feet ahead of me and the river sat in between us. The red demon lifted the little rider off of it's back and kissed the man. She mouthed something to the man and he turned and looked at me. He sat down on the ground and kept his eyes on me. The beast looked to me and lunged forth, claws at the ready.
I readied myself as it drew nearer and nearer to me. I unsheathed my brilliant sword, but I had no time to react when the giant dragon landed on me. Her mighty breast lay atop me, crushing me under her great weight. She grinned as smoke curled from her nostrols. My sword lay by my exposed hand, my other hand and the rest of my rest squished under the red demon's breast. Her tit was an inch away form my nose as I wheezed in protest.
"I see I need to kill you," said the dragon, her grin widening, "I can't believe I didn't finish you off in the first place, but this is still fun to watch squirm." She laughed at me as I writhed to get free, but to no avail. I then noticed how close my blade was to my hand. She held her head up to the sky and laughed maniacly. As she did so, I reached for my sword and felt the hilt in my palm. I pointed the blade straight towards the mighty breast that held me down. I shot my sword up to her mighty breast and shoved it deep within her tit, all the way to the hilt.
Her laughter turned to screams as I twisted the glorious blade around the inside of her breast. She stood up and my blade slid out as blood and milk ran down it to the hilt and beyond. The blood and milk ran from her breast as she fell onto her back with a crash; the whole ground shook on impact. I stood to my feet and ran up the leg of the giant beast. I came to her stomach and kept going across her marvlous abs. I Climbed on top of the breast I had my blade stabbed in and held my blade with two hands. I lept into the air above her neck. I pointed my blade down towards the massive Adam's apple and dove down.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a blur coming right at me. Before I had time to block, the thing caught me right in the side of me, sending me crashing to the ground. I skidded across the ground a little and came to a stop. No such pain ran through me, as I have lost my sense of physical pain so many years ago. I picked up my head and saw what collided with me. I used my sword as a crutch to stand up. I didn't even break a sweat.
"Why did you attack me?" I asked, "it's just me and the red demon."
"That 'red demon' you speak of, is my wife," the strange man said to me as I used my sword to lean against.
"You side with a hell spawn of Lucifer. Not only will I slay your 'wife,' but I will smite you first," I said as I stood there. I held my sword out at the man, challanging him.
"She is not the hell spawn of Satan," said the man as he lunged at me. He drew his sword and I readied my self for impact. A strange force knocked me off my feet. As I fell, he landed atop me, sword in one hand and the other holding me down. He slammed his sword down, but I swiftly moved my head off to the right, and his sword slammed into the ground.
I brought my head back into place and stared into his eyes. They were filled with blood lust. Before he could pull his sword out for another go at my head, I grabbed the blade with my bare hand and squeezed hard. the blood from my hand trickled down the blade and onto the thristy grass as it was swallowed up. The man's face started to change and contort as I squeezed tighter on the blade.
"Why aren't you hurting?" he demanded, a hint of anger in his voice.
"I have faced so much pain, being a knight, that you wouldn't believe," I said. I slid my hand up further on his blade and the blood continued to flow from my palm and fingers. "I have fought millions of enemies by my lonesome. I recieved so many cuts, gashes and goudges in my flesh alone," I explained. I slid my hand up to the hilt of his weapon, my crimson life force rolling down his blade to the ground. "I don't think a little hand cut will... make... me... flinch," I hesitated my words for emphasis. His face started to get disdrested as I squeezed even tighter on his blade.
With my hand tightly wrapped around his blade, I pushed with all my might and kicked him as he fell back, sending him twenty feet back. I stood up, blood still draining from my hand. He got up and coughed a little. He lept at me, sword drawn. I caught him off guard as he flew up to me. I swayed to the right and slashed at his side, which drew his blood from his stomach. But I watched in horror as his stomach patched right back before my very eyes. He saw this and lunged at me in my state of shock. He grabbed my arm and swung me once, twice, three times aorund him and let me fly.
I flew a few good feet right into a tree trunk. I felt the first real pain in twenty years as my loins got smashed right into the trunk. I fell back and my hands went right to my groin, to hold and protect them.
"I have fought millions of warriors," I repeated, "I had recieved many cuts, gashes and goudges. But never in my entire life have I ever been hit so low." I steadied myself with my blade. "You are a coward. You hide behind your 'wife' and you hit below the belt. I can't see why you are such a great knight. But You fight for someone else who was in distress and you fought me without your wife breaking in," I said, "for it wouldn't be fair for her to enter your battle." He nodded his head angrily. Then his body seemed to change before my eyes. After a second or so, another winged demon stood there in the rouge knight's place. I was filled with horror as I stared at the black dragon. I regained my composure.
I got up and stood on one knee. I placed my blade into the ground before me with my bloodied hand and with my unbloodied hand, I outstretched it to the black dragon for forgiveness. I bowed my head out of shear terror and of defeat. No possible way could I defeat two dragons, so all I could do was show surrender.
The black dragon looked at me strange. But he changed back to his normal self and walked over to me and asked: "Why do you surrender?"
"I can't defeat you," I said. I held my hand out still. I felt his palm make contact with my hand. he then laid his other hand on both our hands and shook it.
"Stand up, noble knight," said the man. I stood up and looked into his eyes. They were calm, not filled with fury and hate. "I accept your surrender," he said with a grin. His eyes were bright and happy of his victory. My face wasn't smiling, I was defeated for the first time in my life, and that hurt me more than my groin did.
"My name is Tim by the way," he said as his grin got wider, "what's your's?"
"Sir Alexander," I said with a straight face, "nice to meet you, Tim."
"Come with me," Tim said, "and meet my wife."
I followed him over to the red mass that laid on the ground, still clutching her breast, blood still oozing from it.
"Hana, this is Sir Alexander," he said to the beast, "and Alexander, this is my wife, Hana."
"Deighted to meet your acquientence," said Hana as she turned her head to me.
"I would like to apologize for what I have down to you," I told her.
"Apology accepted," she said as she sat up, still holding her breast.
"So, how do you and my wife know each other?" asked Tim.
"Well," I started, "I was to slay her for what she had done to me a long time ago..."
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I wanted to kill the dragoness who killed my parents. I was laid on my bed by my parents. The two hugged eachother as I laid there, five years old I was.
Just as they were about to leave, there was a loud crash and the ceiling fell in. I rolled off my bed and slid under it for cover. I saw a giant red dragoness breathe fire and kill both my parents. I watched as the cried in pain. I, in turn, cried my eyes out as the dragoness laughed and flew off. From then on, I would hunt down and destroy the beast. When I was seven, I joined the king's army. I trained long and hard. When I hit eighteen, I was instructed to slay a dragon, a big red one. I grinned at the thought of it being the one who killed my parents. I got my stuff ready and headed out to where the dragon rested.
She awoke and turned to. She saw the sword and jumped up and landed on top of me. My head was smothered in her massive vagina. I couldn't reach my sword, so I shoved my hands into the massive vagina, in hopes to hurt her. I found a spongy round object. I squeezed the object hard. She moaned and sceamed as I squeezed on it. Her hindquarters lifted off of my body and her fluids flowed onto me as her orgasm ended. She fell face first into the ground. I knew full well of dragons mating rituals, so I took off in a moment, still covered in the dragoness's fluids.
I vowed to hunt her down and destroy her.
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"...And that's the story of how Hana killed my parents," I finished.
"I only met you when you played with my g-spot. I never killed your parents, let alone met them," she explained to me.
"Then who killed my parents. The dragon that did looked an awful lot like you," I accused.
"It might have been my twin sister, Ruby. When she gets drunk, she just can't be stopped."
"Well, then I'm sorry for attacking you when I was eighteen," I said.
"Apology accepted, but can you do it again?" she asked. I fell backwards out of surprise.
I stood back up and Hana snapped her fingers. I watched her tit mend itself back together. She in turn, saw me holding my loins as they throbbed with pain. She snapped her fingers a second time and my loins healed instantly.
"Thank you, Miss Hana," I said as I removed my hands from my groin.
"You're welcome," she said, then a grin crossed her muzzle. I smiled uneasily. "Plus, you'll like what I did to it." she said. My chin shivered over what she had done to me manhood, but I started to get an erection and saw my loin plate start break off. I pressed hard against it to keep it from popping out. "Your erections will now be thirteen inches long," she chuckled happily at my struggling. My erection started to subside as it shrank back to normal, by some strange magic.
We talked to each other of things. Tim told me he was on a treasure hunt, and I in turn told him I needed to find a vessle for my kingdom. We talked for an hour or so, then it was time for Tim and Hana to leave. Tim hopped onto Hana's back.
"God speed to you, Alex," he said to me.
"And God speed to you, Tim," I said, then I turned to Hana, "and tell your sister that I will not rest untill I defeat her in combat."
"I'll be sure to tell her, when I get a chance," she said grinning. I thought for a second.
"How many children do you have?" I asked Tim.
"Oh, a few," said Tim.
"How can you two have children, I mean how did you to have..." I started to say. I just couldn't ask them about their intercourse.
"Oh, we find ways," said Hana with a grin. She started to flap her wings when I called to Tim. Hana stopped flapping.
"Before you leave," I said to Tim, "please accept this as a token of my apologies." I held out a bag of twenty gold pieces to Tim.
"As much as we'd want it, we can take it," said Tim, "for you will need it more than us." Hana seemed to grumble. "You are humble enough," he told me, "so we don't need your money." I placed the money sack back at my side.
"Goodbye, dear friends," I said to them.
"Goodbye," they said as they lifted off the ground and into the air.
"And may you stay married untill you die!" I called to them.
"Oh, don't worry," called Hana, "I'll make sure we will!"
"God speed to the both of you," I said in my normal tone as stared up at them as they flew off in a blur, cutting many clouds in their wake.
Too be continued...
Bill: There are two more parts to come, furs, if you enjoyed this.
Darkside: Now, it's time to show me how much you love dragons.
Bill: Oh yeah.
Darkside and Bill: Bye for now.
*The two run off to Bill's room*