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The story for @tiny-werebearâ continues! After the two boys finally confirm their feelings, a new problem tears them apart, possibly for a very long time. Please reblog and leave feedback!
The Towns Masterlist
Despite having lived in the city for several years before going to train in the country, Sheb and Meetak had never actually been to the arena. Fighting in general wasnât to Meetakâs taste, and Sheb felt demoralized by watching professional fighters excel in the ring while struggling to even qualify in the knightâs competition, so the pair had never felt the desire to set foot inside.
Now, however, with retired champion Sheng at his back, Sheb walked into the ring with wonder in his eyes. Meetak and Mrs. Tillman had declined to accompany them and instead went straight to the city house to get Chen and Chu-Hua settled and begin the arduous task of preparing for the new school year.Â
It was one of the few off-days and there were no fights scheduled, so many of the fighters were training individually or sparring with each other informally. Many of them stopped for a moment to salute Sheng or yell out greetings, which Sheng returned. Sheb looked around at the other fighters with an open, unguarded look of excitement.Â
âNow,â Sheng said, bending to put a hand on Shebâs shoulder. âYou know why weâre here?âÂ
âTo take my training to the next level?â Sheb said.Â
âThat, and to make a name for yourself,â Sheng said. âItâll be far easier to make the cut when everyone knows your name, and the best way to do that is to show the entire city that your skill is undeniable. This place is designed to do just that. Itâs sad to say, but the tournament is as much a popularity contest as it is a competition.âÂ
âYeah, Iâm well aware of that,â Sheb said darkly, recalling his many defeats. âDid you train knights as well as pit fighters?âÂ
âOh, yeah,â Sheng replied. âHalf of the younger fighters leave the arena to join the knightâs corps after gaining fame and recognition in the ring. Although, I will say, pit fighters are trained to be showy with their maneuvers, drawing a fight out to make it entertaining, whereas knights are trained to defend and kill quickly, since showboating on the battlefield could swiftly be the end of them. The styles are completely different, but a fighter can benefit from experiencing both.â
âWere you ever a knight, sir?â Sheb asked curiously.Â
âNo, no, Iâve always been a pit fighter from the beginning to the end. Sometimes, though, when the crown is in dire need of swords to repel an enemy or invasion, theyâll hire pit fighters as mercenaries to pad out their fighting forceâs numbers. I fought in two such events.â
Sheng shrugged. âI much preferred the pits. Killing folks who didnât even know what they were fighting for didnât suit me at all.â Sheng cleared his throat and looked at Sheb sheepishly. âNot that Iâm saying anything bad about the knights, of course, they do a necessary job. Itâs just not something Iâm built for, is all I meant.âÂ
Sheb nodded sagely. âI understand.âÂ
âNow, today Iâll be introducing you to some of the fighters here. Some of them have agreed to teach you a few tricks, and some of the others will be potential opponents. For the next few weeks, you and I will watch some of the fights, paying attention to the fightersâ movements and footwork. Got that, son?âÂ
Sheb nodded, his long ears flapping.Â
âThereâs someone in particular that I want to introduce you to,â Sheng said, looking through the fighters and gave an unintelligible shout, motioning at someone to come over. âI think you can learn a lot from her.âÂ
Trotting over toward the pair was a kobold with shining red scales that glittered in the sunlight, scattering motes of light on the ground around her as she moved. She was barely taller than Sheb and was much skinnier, and that was certainly saying something since Sheb was as lean as a whip. Her large, wide, emerald green eyes took up half of her face, and she had two pairs of ivory horns jutting up from her head. She wore only simple-cut training trousers made of muslin and no top, but since reptilian races did not possess mammary glands, wearing tops wasn't necessary.
âTokai!â Sheng said, opening his arms. The small kobold launched her tiny body at Sheng, and he gave her a bone-crushing hug. âHow have you been? Whipping the lads into shape?â
She laughed heartily as well, her voice deeper than Sheb would have assumed based on her size. âOf course! Just like you taught me, old man!â
âGood, good!â Sheng put the woman back on her three-taloned feet and introduced Sheb. âThis is my protege, Sheb. Sheb, this is a youngunâ I trained before I retired, Tokai.âÂ
âAh, yes, is this the lad you wrote to me about, right?â Tokai said, looking Sheb up and down appraisingly. âHe seems fit. Your training still seems effective, despite being retired.â
âIâm still a professional,â Sheng said in mock offense.Â
Tokai held out her hand, which consisted of only two fingers and a thumb, for Sheb to shake. âNice to meet you, hatchling.âÂ
Sheb took her hand in both of his and shook it vigorously. âA pleasure, maâam.âÂ
âTokai is a vicious fighter,â Sheng said. âHer specialty is taking down opponents even bigger than me. Sheâs knocked the stuffing out of me on several occasions.âÂ
âReally?!â Sheb exclaimed, staring at Tokai in awe.
Tokai laughed. âYeah, itâs no sweat. Iâve taken down bigger fish than this lug.â She smacked Shengâs belly with the back of her hand, something that both mortified and fascinated Sheb.
âHow did you do it?â Sheb asked in astonishment.
âThatâs why youâre here, eh? Iâm going to teach you how. Ready to get started?âÂ
âI came here ready!â Sheb replied with excitement.
âHold your horses, you two,â Sheng said, prying the two of them apart. âWeâre only here to observe for now. Basic training only until I say otherwise.âÂ
Both of the shorter fighters groaned in disappointment in much the same way, deflating.
âCan I at least train with Tokai during my basic exercises?â Sheb pleaded.
âOho, I see how it is,â Sheng said. âReplacing me, are you?â
âNo, no, I justââ Sheb stuttered.Â
âHeâs just teasing you, kid,â Tokai said, chuckling, and turned to address Sheng. âMy goodness, heâs earnest, isnât he?âÂ
Sheng nodded and laughed. âHeâs much like you were when you started.âÂ
âHopefully less foolhardy,â Tokai replied.Â
They set about doing basic exercises, and Tokai corrected a few of Shebâs habits that Sheng couldnât given their differences in size, since what works for a big fellow couldnât possibly be effective for a small fellow, but thereâs no way for the big fellow to know that. Tokai then started showing Sheb a few evasion tactics while Sheng watched the pair of them proudly. By the end of the day, Sheb had dropped some bad habits and picked up some good ones, and the two small fighters walked away with high hopes for the next day.Â
Sheng walked back home with Sheb riding on his shoulder to the middle ring of the city, which was the nice-ish neighborhood for the kind-of-rich-but-not-wealthy types, a category into which Sheng and Mrs. Tillman squarely fell. Sheng had saved an extraordinary amount during his pit fighting days, and according to Meetak, Mrs. Tillman had amassed a small fortune during a few years of working trade routes on the sea and maybe a little bit of piracy, though Sheb wasnât sure he believed the second part.
âSo, weâll actually get to watch bouts tomorrow, right?â Sheb asked, bouncing around.Â
âOi, sit still, minnow!â Sheng said, poking him. âYes, weâll be at the arena bright and early tomorrow.âÂ
âIâm excited,â Sheb said.
âI can tell,â Sheng replied. He picked up Sheb by the scruff and put him back on his feet as they walked up to a nice single-level terraced house with a red roof and a small-but-well-kept herb and vegetable garden surrounding it. âBut temper your expectations, lad. We wonât be there the whole day; tomorrow afternoon is when this weekâs round of death matches are lined up, and Iâm not exposing you to that mess. My missus is working on legislation to have those banned, but thereâs been a lot of pushback from wealthy higher-ups who enjoy that sort of thing.â
Sheb had heard some horror stories about the death matches: even people who survived werenât the same afterward and the money they earned did little to assuage their guilt. Sheb shuddered.Â
âWill I get to see Tokai fight?â Sheb asked eagerly.
âOh, yeah,â Sheng said. âSheâs currently the top of her weight class, so sheâll fight the bulk of the featherweight bouts. The only way youâd avoid a fight with her is if she lost three bouts in a row and was pulled from the rotation, and thatâs not possible.â
âAwesome,â Sheb said.
Sheng opened the door and walked into the antechamber, whistling. A small brindle-colored dog skipped from around the corner and yapped at Shengâs heels. Sheng bent and scooped up the dog, holding it like a baby.Â
âSheng, is that you?â Mrs Tillman called as the two of them came into the main chamber. She came into view with Chu-Hua on her hip.
The main chamber was made up of a kitchen, dining table, and a small sitting area. On either side of the main chamber were two doors, one of which was the familyâs bedchamber and the other was a library and office space, where Sheb and Meetak would be sleeping. The fact that their house was made of wood and had more than a single room was a testament to their status: peasants in the country, if they werenât renting from someone who owned land, had single-room huts made of mud and straw. Peasants in the city typically rented a single room in a dormitory-style building. Sometimes a family of six or more would be crammed into a ten-by-ten foot room. Having any sort of structure that someone personally owned with more than a single room was highly unusual for peasants, especially in a city as overcrowded as Dunmountain.
A maid hired to work while the small family was in the city, another symbol of their wealth, bustled behind Mrs. Tillman, laying out the evening meal onto the large table.Â
âWelcome home, my love,â Mrs. Tillman said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Shengâs cheek, who still had to bend down a bit for her to do it. He took a giggling Chu-Hua from her arms and kissed her little chubby cheeks.Â
âThank you. Whereâs Chen?âÂ
âHeâs in the garden, asleep. He climbed up and down the oak for about two hours before knocking out.â
âSounds about right,â Sheng said, nodding. âMeetak out there with him?âÂ
âYes,â Mrs. Tillman said. âHeâs a good helper. Sheb, will you go and fetch the lads for dinner?âÂ
âYes, maâam!â Sheb said, darting out of the door just off the kitchen.Â
Meetak was indeed under the large oak in the back garden, weaving grass rings with Chen sleeping starfished next to him. He looked up as Sheb trotted toward him.Â
âOh, hey!â He said, brushing the grass out of his lap. âHow was your first day at the arena?âÂ
âGreat!â Sheb said, poking Chenâs bare tummy to wake him. âI met one of Shengâs old students! Sheâs amazing! Sheâs almost smaller than me and she can take down big guys like Sheng! I canât wait to start training with her.âÂ
âI think Iâve heard her name in passing,â Meetak said, standing as Chen ran for the kitchen door on all fours. âIs she really good?âÂ
âI havenât seen her fight yet, but she did my basic exercises with me, and I can already tell sheâs incredible. She showed me some things that even Sheng doesnât know, because heâs too big to do them.âÂ
âThat sounds really promising,â Meetak said. âHopefully youâll learn a lot from her.âÂ
âIâm sure I will,â Sheb said, running ahead. âI really like her.âÂ
Sheb couldnât help but notice that Meetakâs face went a little blank, and a frown set his eyebrows downward momentarily.
âWhatâs the matter?â Sheb asked.
Meetak shook his shaggy head and smiled, standing up and dusting off his hands. âItâs nothing. Letâs go get cleaned up to eat.â
Six months passed in the blink of an eye. Sheb, now eighteen, had gained exceptional techniques by training with Tokai, and today would be his first bout in front of paying spectators. He was starting small: he would be fighting amateur people from the common populace in his weight class who had paid to compete, betting on their victory. If they won, they would earn double their bets, but if Sheb won, he would keep the money they paid, with a fifty percent cut taken out for the arena.Â
There was extra pressure to succeed on that fact alone. If he got too deep into debt to the arena, he would become an indentured fighter and wouldnât be able to leave. It was a gamble, but it was the only way.
Meetak had decided to come out to watch Shebâs bouts. It was the first time heâd ever set foot inside the arena, and though it wasnât his taste, he wanted to be supportive of Sheb. Meetak knew Sheb couldnât see him in the stands from where he was in the ring, but Sheb had told Meetak before going to the holding area that knowing he was there was really comforting.
His first bout was between Sheb and a human man; short, middle-aged, and unhealthily skinny. He seemed like a person who had once been quite strong but had lost all his strength for whatever reason, perhaps through a long disease or simple mismanagement of his lifestyle. He carried himself with the countenance of a far larger man, as perhaps he may have once been, swaggering and smirking snidely. It was this false bravado that made Shebâs instant defeat of him that much more satisfying.
The next fight was with another goblin, one who was a bit older than Sheb and seemed quite drunk, perhaps put up to the fight by his friends, who were in the stands loudly cheering him on. Sheb smirked slightly, recognizing an easy win, and dispatched this one as quickly as the last.Â
âWhy are they only letting him fight those people?â Meetak asked Sheng. âTheyâre not exactly a challenge. I could knock those fellows out.â
ââFlogging the fools,ââ Sheng said. âThatâs what we call these bouts. Itâs an easy way to gain notoriety, and itâs completely fine to finish these quickly and without much showmanship, since a new fool will show up right away to replace the old one. Thereâs honestly no end to the stooges whoâll show up with no prior training, trying to win some money. The ones you see in the ring are only a tenth of the ones who show up. We have to weed out the ones who are sick or being coerced, otherwise there could be a huge legal mess. As much as people like the death matches, itâs another thing entirely for some kids to watch their grandpa get stomped to death.âÂ
âSo the ones Sheb is fighting are the ones who make it through?â
Sheng nodded. âSince Sheb still ranks as an amateur, fool bouts are all heâs qualified to fight, but if heâs undefeated by the end of the week, heâll move into the official line-up as an amateur champion. Heâll be somewhere between amateur and professional, which is right where he needs to be if he wants to be a knight. Going pro would be detrimental to his plans.âÂ
âWhy?â
âThe knightâs order rarely takes on squires who were professional ring fighters. By professional I donât mean their reputation, I mean itâs how they make most of their money. Iâm not sure why thatâs the case, but it was a law that was passed a few decades ago. Itâs probably because of money. Most laws exist because of money, in some way or another.âÂ
âHuh,â Meetak said. âI didnât realize the ring hierarchy is so complicated.âÂ
âAh, yes,â Sheng mused. âAnd it changes constantly. Whoeverâs the champion today may not be the champion tomorrow.â
âWerenât you the champion of your weight class for decades, though?âÂ
Sheng grinned. âI was a special case.âÂ
Sheb won another seven fights against the âfools,â as Sheng had referred to them, before exiting the ring for the next weight class. By the end of his bouts, it was clear even to Meetakâs untrained eye that Sheb was in a far higher league than any of the people heâd fought that day, so much so that it seemed asinine to make him wait a full week before moving up the ranks.Â
Even still, the next week played out in the exact same way, and when it was announced that Sheb had been moved into the championâs line up, it was a huge triumph. When Sheb heard it, he jumped into Tokaiâs arms, joyfully hugging her tight.Â
Meetak felt a sudden cold sting of jealousy wash over his neck and shoulders from where he sat in the stands, watching. He was sure Sheb meant it innocently; he had always been a bubbly, enthusiastic person. But still⊠it bothered Meetak.Â
It didnât help that Sheb talked about Tokai constantly, to the point that Meetak was sick of hearing about her. Meetak had met her briefly before, and she seemed like a perfectly decent person, but⊠Meetak couldnât bring himself to like her. He knew it was petty jealousy, but it didnât change anything.Â
It also didnât help that since Shebâs transition to being completely physically male, they hadnât explored their feelings for each other any further, putting anything related to their relationship on hold so that Sheb could focus on training. Meetak didnât want to be selfish and insist that Sheb define their relationship formally, since he was so close to achieving his goal, but⊠they were both adults now, and what Meetak felt for Sheb was more than just teenage infatuation. He was genuinely in love with Sheb.Â
And now this other person was in the way, and it just made Meetak anxious and insecure. It felt like Sheb was getting farther and farther away from Meetak, and he didnât know what to do to stop it, if he even could, and Meetak felt as though Tokai was his biggest obstacle.
The night Sheb was accepted into the championâs line-up, Meetak and the family had a congratulatory dinner in Shebâs honor, where Shebâs favorite food, fire-roasted trout, was served with a variety of vegetables and some rare dried fruits. After the dinner, Sheb decided to turn in early, since heâd be starting in the champion bouts the following morning. Meetak followed him.
âI actually get to fight Tokai in the ring tomorrow!â Sheb said, instantly putting Meetak on edge. âI know I wonât win against her yet, but she says itâs only a matter of time before I surpass her!âÂ
âOh, well, if that's what Tokai says,â Meetak said sarcastically before he could stop himself.
Sheb narrowed his eyes at Meetak. âWhatâs your problem? I thought you liked Tokai.âÂ
Meetak sighed. âDo you⊠like Tokai?âÂ
âWell, yeah,â Sheb said, confused. âSheâs a great fighter, Iâm learning a lot from her.âÂ
âNo,â Meetak said, scrubbing his face. âI mean, do you like her? Are you attracted to her?â
Shebâs mouth dropped open and he didnât answer for a full minute.Â
âSo you do?â Meetak asked, defeated.Â
âNo!â Sheb insisted, jumping to his feet and launching himself at Meetak. âI donât like her like that! I love you!âÂ
âYou promise?â Meetak asked, squeezing him tight. âYou really do love me?â
âOf course! I told you I did!â Sheb pulled back and looked at Meetak with a grin. âAre you jealous?âÂ
Meetak frowned. âDonât make fun of me.âÂ
âIâm not! Iâm happy! You never said anything after I became male, so I thought you didnât like me anymore now that my body was different!âÂ
âWhat?â Meetak said, aghast. âThatâs not true at all! Why didnât you say anything?â
âI donât know,â Sheb admitted shyly. âI was scared you didnât want to be with me anymore.â
âThatâs nonsense! Everything Iâve done, I did for you! Honestly, Iâve been really curious about it,â Meetak said, blushing under his fur. âYour new body, I mean. Iâve wanted to⊠see it⊠and⊠touch it⊠Iâve wondered⊠if⊠touching it feels good. If youâd like it if I touched it.â
Sheb gulped and he leaned forward to kiss Meetak slowly, deeply, before pulling back and saying in a trembling voice, âYou can touch it. If you want to.â
âAre you sure?âÂ
âYeah.â
Meetak set Sheb back on his feet, and Sheb slowly began to undress, blushing furiously. Once done, Meetak could see his body fully, including the organ sitting half-hard in between his legs. Sheb was visibly shaking, and as Meetak lay his hand on Shebâs flat, mildly muscled chest, raking his fingertips over his nipples, Sheb shuddered, his legs quivering. Meetak made slow progress downward, and Shebâs cock continued to get bigger and harder. Finally, Meetakâs fingers brushed the base of the cock, and Sheb nearly dropped to his knees, gasping.Â
âDid that feel bad?â Meetak asked, stopping but not removing his hand.Â
âNo,â Sheb breathed. âIt was good. Really good.â
âDo you want me to keep going?âÂ
âPlease. â
Meetak closed his hand around Shebâs cock, squeezing gently and slowly pumping it up and down, and Sheb moaned. Due to the height difference, it was a little awkward to reach down, even while Meetak was kneeling, so he picked Sheb up and sat him on the reading desk and sat at the chair. Now, he was able to see and feel better, though Shebâs blush crept down his chest.Â
Shebâs cock wasnât long at all; it fit into Meetakâs large hand completely with room to spare, but it was thick and bulbous in the middle, and it jumped in time with Shebâs heartbeat, which was going pretty fast. The thought that Meetak wanted to taste it stuck in his mind and wouldnât come out, so he bent his head and licked the tip, making Sheb yelp.
âWhat are you doing?!â Sheb screeched.Â
âDid it feel bad?âÂ
Sheb huffed and considered it. â...no, but⊠isnât it gross?â
âNo,â Meetak said. âIt feels nice.â
He leaned forward again and licked the shaft, making Sheb throw back his head and groan. After circling the head with his tongue, Meetak sucked Shebs member fully into his mouth. Sheb hissed and bucked against Meetak's mouth, grabbing his horns to steady himself. Meetak gripped Shebâs hips and held him in place.
Sheb lay back on the desk with his legs dangling over the side, his head thumping slightly on the wood, allowing Meetak to do as he pleased, clearly enjoying it. His breathing was heavy and uneven, and he thrust upwards a little as Meetak continued to suck.Â
âMeetak, stop, Iâmâ!â Sheb wheezed just as warm, thick fluid shot into Meetakâs mouth. Sheb moaned over and over until he was spent, and then laid limply on the desk. Meetak released Shebâs cock from his mouth and wiped his lips. He lifted Sheb off of the desk and laid him back in his bedroll completely nude. After a moment, though, he sat up, looking at Meetak with misty eyes.Â
âThat was⊠really nice,â Sheb said. âI really enjoyed it. Iâve touched it a few times myself, but it didnât feel as good as that. Do you⊠want me to⊠play with you?âÂ
Meetak shook his head. âIâm still⊠not alright with my own body just yet,â He said, shrugging. âIâm too self-conscious for it to feel good.âÂ
âAre you sure?âÂ
Meetak nodded. âItâs alright, really.âÂ
âIf you say so,â Sheb said. âWanna make out a little?âÂ
Meetak grinned. âYeah.â
Another three months later, Sheb decided to enter the knightâs tournament. Sadly, the tryouts were not open to the public, so Meetak wasnât able to watch, but he paced in front of the knightâs square gates, waiting for news.Â
It seemed like it took all day, but eventually Sheb came out of the doors, looking beat up.Â
âWell?â Meetak asked.Â
âMeetakâŠâ Sheb said, jumping up on Meetak and kissing him. âI made it!âÂ
âYou did?!â Meetak squished Sheb against his body. âCongratulations! I knew you could!â He set Sheb back on his feet. âWhen do you start training?âÂ
âTomorrow!â Sheb said excitedly. âI have to report bright and early to get my assigned knight and start work as a man-at-arms.âÂ
âI knew you could do it,â Meetak said, hoisting Sheb onto his shoulder. âLetâs go tell Sheng and Mrs. Tillman the good news!âÂ
There was a celebratory dinner that night, and Sheb and Meetak stayed up late, talking about the future. The next day, Sheb returned in the afternoon from being assigned far more subdued.Â
âWhat is it?â Meetak asked in alarm.Â
âLetâs⊠go to the library. I have to tell you something.âÂ
Feeling his blood run cold, Meetak followed Sheb to the library and closed the door behind him.
âWhatâs going on, Sheb?âÂ
âIâve been assigned to a knight,â Sheb said, sighing.Â
âIsnât that a good thing?â Meetak asked.Â
âThe knight Iâve been assigned to isnât stationed here. Heâs at the kingdom capitol, Holdwater.âÂ
Meetakâs heart stopped, then sped up. âBut⊠thatâs months of travel away.â
âYeah,â Sheb said shakily. âTheyâre sending me out in a week.â
âA week?!â Meetak yelped. âWhy so soon?âÂ
âActually, they wanted me to leave today, but I asked to have a week to say goodbyes.âÂ
âSoâŠâ Meetak felt like he couldnât breathe. âYouâre leaving?âÂ
Sheb looked at the ground for a moment, then looked up at Meetak. âDo you want me to stay? Youâve done so much for me, this is only possible because of you. But youâre my best friend and my lover, and I love you. If you tell me not to go, Iâll stay.âÂ
âYouâll stay and resent me,â Meetak said sourly.Â
Sheb shook his head. âNo, I always knew me becoming a knight was a long shot, so I was always sort of prepared to fail. The only reason I succeeded is because of you. I donât want to lose you.âÂ
âShould I come with you?â Meetak asked.Â
âYou canât,â Sheb replied. âYou promised to be Mrs. Tillmanâs assistant for helping me achieve my goal. You wouldnât be happy coming with me knowing you didnât fulfill your promise. You know that.âÂ
âI know,â Meetak said fretfully.Â
âDo you want me to stay, Meetak?â Sheb asked.Â
Meetak took a big, big breath and released it slowly. âNo. You have to go. I have to stay. For both of us to have our dreams⊠we have to say goodbye.âÂ
Sheb pulled Meetak into a hug from where he was sitting on the desk. âIâll always love you, Meetak. Always. And Iâll write you letters as often as I can. And it may not be forever.âÂ
Meetak frowned. To him, it certainly felt like this would be a long farewell.
The week passed by far too fast, and before Meetak knew it, Sheb was packed and ready to board the cart bound for Holdwater. Meetak squeezed Sheb tightly, willing himself not to cry.Â
âYou have to become a great knight, Sheb,â Meetak said, his voice unsteady. âYou have to be known all across the country. So that I can tell everyone that that wonderful, brave knight is my very best friend.âÂ
âI will,â Sheb said, his face buried in Meetakâs neck. âI swear.âÂ
Sheng gabe Sheb a bone-crushing hug, and Mrs. Tillman kissed Sheb on the cheek. Meetak picked Sheb up, placed him on the cart, and took a step back.Â
âGoodbye, Sheb.âÂ
Shebâs returning smile was quivering and watery.Â
âGoodbye, Meetak.âÂ
The coachman snapped the reins and the cart took off. Meetak stood there, staring down the road, long after Sheb left his sight.
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Sheb Wooley - "The Purple People Eater" ( Original Version )
Sheb Wooley â âThe Purple People Eaterâ ( Original Version )
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By the late 50âs, Rock and Roll was really taking hold in popular music. Elvis, Chuck, Buddy etc. But there was still room for a novelty song every now and then.
On June 9th, 1958, Sheb Wooleyâs âThe Purple People Eaterâ became the #1 in the US.
We were all much younger then so we want to ask you, how many of you thought this was really cool when you first heard it?