Inkanyamba's Temple

35th post-harvest, season 587 I write this alone, as this afternoon I had to execute two traitors. My pet Bantam offered to bring a friend over to my castle, claiming he would be a good servant and an extra set of loyal hands. Bantam has been good at selecting new subjects for me before, so I allowed this mystery guest to arrive. His name was Rei, a small, slender little dragon. This was 3 days ago, and leading up until now, he performed pretty well. That is...until I smelled the gold lingering on his paws. I went to investigate my private chamber, to find that some of my personal treasury has been shifted through. My snout could smell the faint paw scent of Rei lingering on coins and jewels. Furious, I confronted him, but he refused to speak up and confess to the crime. I couldn't let such an act go unpunished, nor would I let his stash's location remain a mystery. I coiled my tail around him, and squeezed firmly for several minutes, repeating the question again and again, but he continued to feed me the same lie about his ignorance to it all. Admittedly, I did get a bit carried away, forgetting to loosen and allowing the dragon to suffocate in my grasp. at least now he would not take any more. Bantam however... I could not let him go unpunished as well, bringing a thief so close to my being, into my royal castle. Who knows how many friends have the same gold hungry claws as his former companion? Even as I write this I can feel him kicking inside my stomach, struggling against the acids and slowly losing air inside. I'm still on the fence about releasing him... perhaps it's time for a new pet? I still have at least an hour if I swallow more air. I'll let him stew awhile longer before coming to a decision. As for his friend... let's hope he will be the last one to try to steal from me.

 Jimmy felt tired. He felt a lot of things like emotions, the weight of his responsibilities when he would have to return to a normal life, and hunger if he hadn't had anything to eat for a while. There was also a breeze when it would blow past, tired if he got no sleep, and the incessant desire to be where he was right now. The five previous sensations were all out of his head and he hadn't thought about them for several hours, in fact there had been very little going on up there ever since he had been interrupted. Jimmy couldn't even remember who had attacked him first or if he had particularly cared because the end result was the same, the situation he was in right now. If you were looking in, firstly you'd be drafted along as one of the trio's ‘organic rechargeable batteries’ as the other two were, but what if you had managed to go unnoticed instead? What you'd see would be the human's hair and just a tuft of it at that. The rest of him was buried or trapped or smothered in between his partners. If we jump a few feet of height then we would find our next member, a black and white bipedal figure with effectively three legs. Two of these flanked Jimmy's entire torso from the pits of his arms to his pelvis as thick, muscular thighs with the calves behind him crossed over to pull him closer, thus obscuring down to somewhere about his knees, while the third pressed into his chest and tucked below Jimmy's jaw. He was in service to her, but mere human power wasn't enough to make him move anymore. Sheraht was her name, his mistress, his utter affection. She thought he was cute, although at the moment she wasn't having much in the way of thinking either, rather she lay back and, quite humorously drooled from her open mouth. Through unfocused eyes she could see the reason, a dark, wine coloured invader. Sheraht tried to lift an arm, found the effective weight to be too much for her muscles to handle, strength had been stolen so eighty pounds was reasoned to be three-hundred by her brain, and let it fall into a leeching grasp. If we pull out again and erase the decimal point from our size chart then we might find the third member of the party. Not bipedal, or even of this planet, his purple eyes watched his prey languish in thick, engulfing power. Similar in shape to a terrestrial octopus, and trust of his orca partner had been gained by pretending to also be aquatic life, Naln possessed eight, massive, winding tentacles that spanned six feet across at the base, that was when he was fed, and forty feet long apiece. It gave the ability to grab meals at a distance and bring them nearer. Humans were sweet and gave a lot away to him, a process that would take hours if they were lucky, that he would extract through copious compression and manipulation. They never seemed to last long in his grasp before they offered it, perhaps in the hope that it would be over quicker. Rather, Naln took the opportunity to take more. Sheraht lay back into Naln's tentacles with little hope of detaching from the numerous, sizable suckers that had affixed to her smooth skin. It was a battle as old as time, two underwater predators duking it out over rights to prey, the differences here being Naln's origin and he had originally asked for her help against Jimmy. But that either needed it, but if it was worth doing then it was worth doing right, only the definition of ‘right’ in this instance was as different as the predators’ anatomy's. “Hush,” Naln muted Jimmy with the ease of someone scratching an itch. His thick limbs roamed the pair in his grasp, draining them together as though they were one. Certainly there was no space between them in that sense, his strength saw to that, a gentle squeeze ensured that parting was on his terms solely. She felt him lose himself inside her once again as he had done every few minutes for the last several hours, it was an unstoppable cycle for which the effects grew in every loop. Jimmy adored her and, with the chance to please her present with a small caveat, had leaped for it. She came onto him just as she had every half hour for just as long. He appeared to shiver and the tentacles closed in. Was there a thing as too tight? While Sheraht could not see the octopi’s face there was the unstoppable idea that he was smiling at her, his eyes almost did the task all by themselves whenever the purple eye made contact with her. Despite the throne, she didn't feel like royalty. A crown that slipped down to her neck and a bra that played with its bounty, yes she felt more like a concubine instead for being unwilling to object. But there was Jimmy the Fool who had asked for all this, was he OK? A grunt sounded off through a gag and probe, followed by a playful tip amongst his hair. It didn't match the ones inside both of them, this one writhed less as it styled Jimmy's slick hairdo but enough to imply the reason for the hysteria. “Twenty five hours for the birthday boy. Would you even notice if I stopped counting fairly?”