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The Gunslinger and the Farm Girl

Diary of a Va'Kree Spacer
the_gunslinger_and_the_farm_girl.rtf
Keywords male 1108908, female 998700, cat 198374, dragon 138392, character development 1266, ringtailed lemur 382, alexandra salome 375, sunni smiles 280, reunion 154, damaged 154, miscellaneous 132, siege longshot 100
The Gunslinger and the Farm Girl


     The exit from warp space yawned open ahead of him, an ever growing point of light at the end of the swirling miasma he was hurtling through. Travel was rough, as he bounced off the ethereal walls, every impact hurling him towards the opening like crashing into a running belt sander. Every slam against the walls set him spinning anew, without offering purchase to right his path.
     Suddenly, the world opened around him, and air clawed furiously at him. A bright blue sky filled his view, as gravity's clutches took hold of him once again. A quick adjustment spun him around, to show a bustling city surrounded by farmland, several thousand feet below him.
     Great. This again.
     The copper dragon in a tattered longcoat took stock of his situation; Gradually decelerating back to terminal velocity, thousands of yards above an unknown industrialized world. Fighting the wind's resistance, he brought his hands down to his hips, counting his guns.
     One, two... that's it? Not a full load, but it'll keep me alive. Got the basics, at least.
Recent wounds ached as he held himself against the wind, trying to slow his decent. With nothing but time, he studied the world below him. Several skyscrapers jutted above the rest of the city, ringing a central park with a good sized lake at its center. Around the city lay farmland and rolling fields.
     Need to find a way to land. Water's iffy, if I can reach it. No hills, looks like I'm going to have to try to ski down a building. This is going to hurt, but I'll probably live. Wings would be nice, right about now.
     With a bit of steering, he determined the lake was too far to reach. Still fighting to slow his fall, he began to steer himself in towards a building with flat, concrete walls. A glance at his watch, which usually was synced to the local time as a small mercy, showed two in the afternoon.
     Streets should be about as empty as they get during the day. The less attention I draw coming in, the better.
     With his course set and plan decided, there was nothing else but to wait as the earth rose to greet him.

     The tops of the spires stretched towards him, as he angled himself through the air. A split second after he passed the top of the skyscraper, he was rewarded with his boots meeting concrete. He could feel himself slowing as he did his best to hold his boots to the building, the acrid smell of burning rubber greeting his descent a moment later.The concrete sidewalk below menaced, but was thankfully clear of bystanders in his landing zone. A few cars waited at a nearby stoplight.
     Just a little further. Need to roll when I land. This is going to hurt.
He was still moving fast, too fast. The dragon kicked off the skyscraper to get some horizontal momentum, slamming into the ground with both feet. A pair of sickening crunches greeted the beginning of his roll, with another as his left arm hit. There was just too much momentum; his head hit the ground and the world went black.

     Shit, how long have I been out?
     Bright, blue skies with wispy clouds and a severe headache greeted his return to consciousness. His body ached everywhere and resisted his attempts to glance around. He could see a small crowd of spectators was gathering around him at the edges of his vision. His attempts to prop himself up to look around caused him to collapse amidst a sharp, burning pain as his left arm twisted where there was no joint.
     Great, my arm's broken. What else is busted?
     Laying back, he reached across his body and grasped the offending arm and deftly wrenched the bones back into something approximating their normal position. Although it felt like a hot knife digging through his arm, he was rewarded with a familiar sensation, as if the bones had snapped into their proper place. Tentatively, he attempted to sit up once again. While his arm was still broken, it held his weight, but protested vigorously. He surveyed his body, the overwhelming ache giving way to the throbbing pain of the individual injuries. Both his legs were broken, where bullet wounds had weakened the bones. His hands were wet, as he lay in a pool of his own blood, old wounds having reopened on impact.
     Wonderful.
     With the deft ease of practice, he set the bones of his legs, again waiting for the familiar sensation of his body locking itself back together. Grabbing the decorative edging on the wall, he hauled himself back to his feet. He could feel the blood flow staunch itself again, held by the same force that was allowing him to pretend to be something besides a sack of broken bones. He was standing on two broken legs, and it felt like it, but he was standing nonetheless.
     “Jeez, buddy, are you alright?”
     He hadn't heard who said it, but the voice sounded male. Two men and a woman, along with a few curious onlookers in their cars watched in concern. A quick glance around showed a narrow passage between the buildings, and he limped towards it.
     “I'm fine. Excuse me” he grumbled as he brushed past the surprised crowd, and was gone before they could think to stop him.
     Where am I? Despite being on the verge of death and unconscious for an unknown span of time, nobody tried to finish me off. Not going to complain, it's a nice change of pace.
     A glance behind him showed that nobody was following. He couldn't hear any sirens, so he had to hope that nobody had informed either the police or emergency medical services, or he'd have a manhunt to avoid.


     It's always nice to come into the city ta shop
     The bountiful yellow lemur adjusted her shirt, a tight white crop top, pulling it back down and thwarting its attempts to ride up her ample bosom. A pair of short jean shorts struggled futilely to contain her curvaceous hips and posterior, her huge fluffy striped tail serving only to draw further attention as she bounced along on her way between errands. A pair of braided white pigtails bobbed merrily along her back. The shapely yellow farm girl drew all manner of wandering eyes as she traipsed about town, but was plenty used to it from her other job which put her ample endowments to enjoyable use.
     Suddenly, a rather noisy commotion was audible from across town, coming from the direction she was heading!
     What in tarnation is going on over there?


     Clothes. I need a change of clothes. Mine or not, this much blood on my clothing's going to draw a hell of a lot of attention. Need some meds, too.
     The long passageway gave him time to think. Garbage cans and detritus kept him mostly hidden as he limped along. Rummaging through his pockets, he found a worn metal wallet, which contained a few assorted cards and several notes of green paper currency.
     Good, hopefully that's enough to afford that, at least.
     He pulled his coat tight, its tough, heavy fabric mostly covering his poor condition. A quick glance behind confirmed that he was still unfollowed, and was no longer bleeding enough to leave a trail. Before long, the alley opened back to the street.
     Which way, need to...
     Go left.
     Without hesitation, the battered dragon turned left down the blessedly empty street, and was shortly greeted by a corner drugstore right beside a well kept little thrift store.
     Did I know these were here?
     The doors to the drugs store opened invitingly as he approached, his lurching gate shifting to a normal, if stiff, stride to avoid suspicion. Like most of the city at this hour, the store was quiet, and the sleek, modern signs quickly guided him to the first aid isle. Having secured a hearty supply of cloth bandages, he headed through the tiny home improvement section, grabbing a small stack of paint stir sticks as he set course for the register.
     Perfect, this'll keep me on my feet a little longer.
     “Hello sir, ready to check out?” piped the small squirrel girl cashier.
     “... Yeah, this'll do it.” rumbled the big dragon, dropping his armload of medical supplies. The cashier's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't ask questions as he deftly pulled his wallet and pulled a bill marked as $20.
     “That'll be $18.64. Out of $20?” She deftly bagged the purchase and gave change “Have a nice day, sir!”
     “... Yeah, likewise.”
     If I can just get a change of clothing, I think I'll be able to lay low and find someone to stitch me back together without too much trouble. One last hurdle and I'm in the clear, as much as I ever am.
     Maintaining a normal, unsupported stride was beginning to wear on him, but he managed to hold it on his way out the door and into the thrift shop. A lanky chameleon lad perked up behind the counter, swiveling one eye over at the bell on the door.
     “Oh, hey, welcome!” He seemed friendlier than usual for retail. He seemed... almost familiar? "I think we just got in some clothing in about your size, actually, should be in back by the bathrooms. Changing rooms are right over there, if you want to wear anything out of here, pay for it before you change into it"
     Well, that's oddly convenient. Is he mistaking me for someone he knows?
     "Right, thanks" With a brisk nod, the big dragon headed into the store, finding not only a nice old black button down dress shirt and a pair of jeans, but a pair of sturdy boots in the right size as well. When you've had to buy clothes as often as he had, you get to know your size with but a glance, regardless of what units, if any, are used to measure it. No more than a few steps brought him back to the checkout counter. "I'll be buying these. Can I have a bag for my clothes?"
     "Sure thing! Those'll be $14.47, if you please. Thanks for shopping with us!" The lanky lizard rang up and bagged the clothing. "Have a nice day!"
     "Likewise." With a nod, the gunslinger made his way back to the changing rooms. Tile and stainless steel greeted him with floor to ceiling doors and walls and a cheap but effective full height mirror.
     Nice, a bit of privacy. Time to see what the damage really is.
     He stripped off the coat, and hung it on one of the hooks. The rest of the clothing from the bag went on another. A look in the mirror showed that below the coat, most of his current blue dress shirt was splotched with red, the numerous slashes, bullet holes, and stabs through it plainly visible. His pants were in no better condition. Gingerly undoing the shirt, the fabric only clung to his wounds a bit, and was readily peeled away and discarded into the shopping bag. He winced as he bent to remove what was left of his shoes, undoing his pants and half sitting, half collapsing onto the changing room bench. Digging into his bag of medical supplies, he began to slowly and methodically bandage himself up; his body was immune to infection but plenty susceptible to leakage. Broken bones that could be splinted were carefully set and lashed in place with the wooden stir sticks and more bandages. As every wound was treated, he felt the power bleeding through it reduce; it wasn't enough. He was powered by combat and had been out of the fight for too long: with this much damage, he was due for a recharge already. Finally, it was time to get dressed. Only a bit of bandaging on his neck, left arm, and tail were visible, and his guns hid readily below the garments.
     Need to find a doc, a fight, and where I am.


     Whatever it was that made the commotion, it didn't seem to have drawn much attention. Probably just a minor mishap, some hero or villain having a bit of an issue. No sirens were going, so it didn't seem to be a big deal. It was just as well, she still had errands to run! The lemur bounced along, shopping bags in hand.
     Ah think I'll stop by that li'l thrift shop 'fore I head back to the guild hall! They've got some fun stuff sometimes!
     The streets were still quite empty and the lights were in her favor as she strolled along. As she neared the shop, she spied a familiar figure, a big copper scaled fellow
     "Oh, hey Siege! Over here!" she called, waving and jogging over.
     The big dragon jerked, his head snapping to face her as she approached. A flash of surprise darted across his face as if he'd seen a ghost. His eyes darted around to the sides and over her body as if he were hunting for long forgotten information.
     "..... Miss.... Smiles?"
     "C'mon silly, how many times have ah toldja to call me Sunni!?" she chided with a chuckle.
     "... Right... Sunni. It's good to see you again." Something seemed off with the big guy. He was always kind of quiet, but this was different. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, finally coming to a decision.
     "Mi... Sunni. Sorry to ask this of you, but... would it be alright if I gave you a... hug?" He seemed to stumble over the words.
     "Well sure! 'Course you can! C'mere you!" She set her bags on the ground and spread her arms wide, inviting him into the hug. He hesitated a moment and glanced around, before stepping in to gingerly place his arms around her. When she wrapped her arms around him, she could feel him tense in a suppressed flinch, before he held her just a bit tighter, in an odd, stiff embrace.
     This is a hug?
     As quickly as it began, he let go and took a step back, his eyes cast down and to the side.
       "Th... thanks. That means a lot to me..." He hesitated a moment, raising his eyes back to meet hers for a brief moment. "However long its been since you last saw me, I've been gone for a very, very long time. I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
       "Well in that case, ah want a PROPER hug!" She hopped back a few steps, and began a run-up towards him before launching into the air, arms spread wide.


     She's attacking!
     It's a hug, if she wanted me dead she'd have done it before
     The ample ringtail left the ground, sailing into a beautiful crash-course trajectory.
     Move! Dodge! There's still time to get out of the way!
     Quiet you.
     Siege braced himself, arms ready to catch her.
     .... This is going to hurt
     Worth it.
     His arms closed around her slender waist, the impact sending a shockwave through his body. He gritted his teeth, as her ample bosom pressed around his face and her arms closed around his shoulders. Every cracked rib, broken bone, and a great many of the wounds around his body screamed in agony as her legs wrapped around him and she squeezed tight, the flying bear-hug successfully completed. He held his ground, and held her tight, giving no sign of the pain.
     Worth it. She's so soft...
     "Now THAT'S a proper hug!" She gave another squeeze, rubbing her bust on his face. He simply held her tight.
     "Aw, c'mon, all that time trying ta get ya in my butt and ah never got a reaction outta ya, and now I can't even get ya to blush when yer face first in my titties?" She giggled, leaning away in his arms enough to see his face. He gently set her down.
     "... I don't believe I'm still capable of blushing. If I were still able to cry, I'm quite certain that I would be. It's very good to see you again." He couldn't remember the last time he had been touched when he wasn't fighting for his life, either on the surgical table or the battlefield.
     "... Siege? Are ya alright? Ah've never seen ya like this! Ya know what you need? Some good old fashioned Country Hospitality!" The yellow ringtail positively beamed, grabbing his hand and pulling him along.
     "That sounds... nice. Lead the way." Old memories slowly drifted to the surface, of just what that might entail. Several snippets of memory indicated it could be rather intimate.
     I'm going to have to tell her. She deserves to know
     "Aww no ya don't, yer not getting out of... wait.... Did ya say yes?" She stared at him incredulously for a moment, before grabbing one of the shopping bags and pulling him along roughly on his broken arm, illiciting a suppressed but unnoticed wince.
     "Come on! Grab the other bag, I'm not lettin' ya slip away this time!"
     No turning back now.


     This time of day was always slow at the Prostitute's Guild, Alexandra Salome mused to herself. Still, an organization like this didn't run itself, and there was always paperwork to be done. The amazonian black cat sighed contentedly, enjoying the brief respite from the usual hijinks that seemed so prevalent. The busty sorceress shook herself out of her daydreams, settling back into her filing. Suddenly, her fur stood on end, as a wave of blood magic washed over her. Something that felt like a battlefield had just walked through the doors of her establishment.
     This needs investigating. Whatever that is, it's unlikely to be good.
     Rising from her desk, she straightened her dress and put on her most imposing air, spells to deal with demons and darkspawn flitting through her mind. She flung the door to her office wide, greeted by the familiar entry hall, and two figures silhouetted by the light streaming through the entryway; The first was curvacous and obviously female, the second a tall male. To her mage sight, a thick, dark power dripped steadily from the larger figure, falling upwards to the ceiling. A few steps and the two coalesced into people. The woman was Sunni Smiles, a member of the guild. The magic drenched mystery figure was a muscular, moderately well dressed man of some manner of reptilian descent, who met her gaze with steely but tired eyes. Without a word, he casually distanced himself from Sunni.
     "You can tell, can't you?" Rumbled the copper dragon.
     He knows... and he gave me a clear shot?
     "Siege? What's goin' on?" Sunni turned to her guest, confused, and startled at seeing him as far away as he was. She seemed to know him.
     "Sunni, I'd like a word with your friend here... Siege, was it?" Alex crossed her arms below her enormous bust, projecting every ounce of authority she had learned over her centuries-long life.
     "Ma'am, if you're willing to let me explain, I'd like Sunni to hear it as well. There's no point repeating myself." He glanced over briefly at the thoroughly bewildered yellow lemur, before swinging his gaze back and beginning to stride towards her office. Now that he was closer, the blood magic could be clearly seen pouring from a worrying large number of wounds concealed under his clothing.
     "Yes, I suppose that is acceptable. Sunni, this is likely to be a somewhat uncomfortable discussion, but it seems Siege would like you to be present for it." The bouncy lemur nodded, and the group of three disappeared into the headmistresses office.


     Who is this fellow?
     The dragon braced himself against a chair opposite her desk, awaiting the invitation to sit, collapsing heavily into the chair when given a nod of permission. Sunni dropped into a seat next to Siege's. Alex closed the door and lowered herself into her own chair, resting her arms on the desk in front of her, piercing yellow eyes gazing at her guests.
     "My name is Alexandra Salome, headmistress of the Prostitutes Guild. So tell me, Mister Siege, just what exactly are you?" Her eyes narrowed, intent upon his response. An invisible spell of truth spun from her fingers, only to dispel as it neared him.
     "No point trying to hide it, I suppose. I'm not from around here. You can call me a deadman. I think I was alive, once, but that's was a long time ago. At this point, I'm in something of a gray area." His eyes were focused on his hands, with occasional glances at both her and Sunni. He looked tired, incredibly tired.
     "I eat, sleep, breathe, and bleed, but I'm not entirely sure I still count as alive. I'm powered by combat. I imagine I'm leaking slightly at the moment, and that's what drew your attention, yes?" The dragon raised his head, his steely gaze meeting hers. His features were chiseled bordering on gaunt, with high cheekbones and a sturdy chin. His nose looked slightly broken.
     "That's correct, I could feel it when you came through the door." Sunni looked perplexed, glancing between the two of them.
     "W... whut do ya mean? I havn't felt 'nything..."
     "No, you probably wouldn't, most people can't. Some people can see or feel things outside of the norm, it'd seem that... Alexandra, was it? Is one of those that can." His eyes swung back from Sunni to her, his gaze knowing.
     He knows more, but is trying not to reveal anything I might want kept secret? Could he feel that spell? And what happened to it, did he resist it? Still, he doesn't seem to be attempting to hide anything.
     She prepared to ask a question, inquiries clamoring for answers in her mind, when Siege spoke again, the same dispassionate rumble filling the room.
     "I can't say I expected to ever be here again. In the course of my... business, I'm thrown between worlds, dropped into those that have failed to produce heroes, or who's heroes have failed. Something of a cosmic backup plan. I've.... hurt a lot of people, over the years. Usually when I leave a world, I don't return until everyone who might have known me or known of me has passed." He glanced over at Sunni before continuing.
     "I've been fighting for a long time. I lose a lot of memories between worlds, and constant fighting across worlds with disparate length days and years throws off your sense of time. When I first arrived here, I didn't know what to make of it. It was the first time that I made so much as an acquaintance. It was a nice vacation, but when I was called back to work, I didn't expect to see anyone again; Never had before, why would this time to be any different?" The gunslinger dropped his gaze, seeming to get lost in thought as he searched for what to say.
     "Ya... ya said ya hurt people... but yer a good guy, right?” A mix of concern and hope was plainly visible on the bouncy ringtail's face.
     Siege sighed. “I certainly hope so. It's hard to tell when everything's shades of gray. I always tried to do things that'd save more lives, but... I don't know if it was the right thing. I don't even know if it worked.”
     This doesn't seem to be something he talks much about. Which makes sense, all things considered. Still, he doesn't seem to be lying. Alex took a second glance. The power bleeding from him had slowed considerably.
     “Ah... Ah've just got one more question... Ya said you were undead? Like one a them zombies?”  Sunni raised a wary eyebrow.
     “Not quite. Probably closer to a fancy, lifelike robot, except powered by magic or something. Although, at the moment I'm in kinda rough shape, so you could be forgiven for thinking about it the other way”
     Sunni thought for a moment, a flash of realization flitting across her face. “Ah, like one a those Jap'nese sexbots ah've heard about!”
     Despite her best efforts, Alexandra couldn't contain the brief laughter at the thought. She received a slight glare.
     “You know, I honestly hope you never have to see anything that disavows you of that idea. Just... do me a favor and don't repeat that to other people, alright?” A slight, awkward grin flashed across his face, the first Alex had seen his expression change. “Got any other questions?”
     “Nah, that 'bout does it fer me! I dunno if I believe all that, but I DO know that you've got a date with mah rump, and I ain't about to letcha off the hook!” Sunni nodded, looking satisfied.
     “Alright, I think I'm going to chat with Ms. Alexandra a bit more. If you have anything to take care of, I'll be along in a moment.” Siege gazed between the two women, and glanced at the door. Alex nodded.
     “Alraht, ya'd better not keep me waitin'!” With a wink and a wiggle of her hips, Sunni vanished out the door, moving at a thoroughly motivated pace.


     A few moments passed, the gunslinger watching the door and listening.
     “Why did you ask to have her here for that? This can't have been a pleasant conversation.” Alex softened her gaze, truly curious as to the answer.
     “I'm basically a monster.  There's a lot to object to, and I'd rather it be out in the open to avoid her feeling betrayed if she were to find out after the fact.” Siege examined his claws, once again drifting off into thought.
     “You mentioned that you were powered by fighting. You didn't mention that you're running out of energy. Why?” Her eyes narrowed accusingly.
     “At this point I'll run empty and shut down before the end of the day, if I don't find a way to recharge. It's... not just fighting that powers me. It's blood magic. Pain, death, destruction, and suffering. But, there's usually another source in with those. I've never tried to use... sex. I'm cursed, and bad things usually happen if people get close. I've had to deal with sex cults before, but by the time it becomes my problem they've graduated to torture and rape. I don't rightly know if I can even use sex as a power source, and I didn't want her to feel like she had to do anything to try and save me.” He started to glance towards the door, stopping abruptly and grimacing as a wave of energy from another patron's release swept through the room, the magic bleeding from his wounds flaring slightly.
     “Well, that answers that, doesn't it? I think that about answers all of my questions as well.” She gestured towards the door.
     With a grunt, the dragon lifted himself to his feet. “I certainly hope it will be a more pleasant sensation when I'm actually taking part, with someone I know.” He strode to the door, resting a hand on the knob, gazing through the glass. “If you mean to finish me off, now's your best chance.” His gaze swung back to her for a moment.
     “It's not polite to keep a lady waiting, you'd better get going. The guild appreciates your patronage. Sunni's room is the 4th one on the left” The big cat grinned. With a nod, he was gone.


     There, everything's ready!
     Sunni took a look around the room, which was full of plush, comfortable rustic furniture, and looked like a room from a farmhouse. A few jars of Loob were located strategically about the room, within easy reach no matter what piece of furniture was selected.
     There was a quiet knock on the door. “C'mon in! Perfect timin'!” The door opened slowly, as Siege let himself inside with a quick glance around.
     “I'm... I'll be honest, I can't remember the last time I did this...” He closed the door behind him, standing uneasily just inside the threshold.
     “Aww, it'll be fine, just do what comes natural! Yer body'll know what to do, and what yer doin' is stickin it in mah butt! First things first, let's get you outta those clothes an' comfy!” Without waiting for a reply, she started tugging at the buttons on his shirt.
     I remember that he wasn't at ALL shy about his body, but plenty about doin' this sorta thing with it! Now let's just get these clothes off and... what is...
     As the shirt fell open, she was met with an extensive pattern of bandages. As it fell away, it caught on his left arm. A bit more fussing and the shirt was free, revealing a makeshift splint. Both arms were similarly bandaged. Faintly visible dark spots could be seen through the patchwork of bandages that extended down into his pants.
     “Siege, are you alright?!”
     How has he been walking around like this?
     The dragon averted his gaze. “I'm... fine. If you want to change your mind about all this, I can't really blame you. I'm pretty beat up, probably a bit more than you were expecting.”
     “If yer sure yer up fer it, ah'm still game! I gotcha this far, ah'm not lettin' ya slip away now!”
     “Remember that time I was working on the truck and the jack broke and dropped it on me?” Siege bent with a grunt to untie his shoes.
     “Oh yeah! I was worried, 'till ya lifted it back off! Was surprised ya weren't hurt!” She chuckled, walking around behind him to press against his rump so she could reach around to get at his belt buckle.
     “Broke half my ribs. Didn't want you to worry because there's not much you can do for broken ribs. That's why I took a few days off before I came back to work on the farm next. I heal fast.” He stepped out of his shoes and stood, his pants falling away, revealing yet more bandages and splints.
     Only an olive drab thong stood between her and having the wall of beef as naked as he was going to get. An extensive pattern of scarring was visible between the bandages, along with a vast quantity of lean, chiseled muscle. The thong had to stretch quite a bit to get past the massive glutes as she pulled.
     “Nice ass” She giggled as she gave it a gentle spank, since it seemed to be undamaged.
     He stretched a bit, and sat heavily onto the plush armchair, letting is gaze drift over her body. “Likewise. I'd forgotten how gorgeous you are.”
     “Aw shucks, don't think ah've heard ya compliment me this way b'fore!” With a few quick practiced motions, her clothing was flying across the room. She stood proudly in front of him, hands on hips.
     And now fer the real fun!


     Tired, spent, and sore, Siege mused at his current situation as Sunni rested in his lap.
     “I can't say I've ever had as warm a welcome. Thank you, this was... very nice.”
     “Sure! Hafta do it again sometime. Speakin' of, you still owe me, this one doesn't count.  When you're all fixed up, I want the real deal!” The lemur stood up. With one last playful spank of her rump, she set about collecting the discarded clothing. “Got any plans now that yer' back?”
     “I'll need to find a doc to stitch me back together at some point fairly soon, but otherwise no. Pretty sure I had someplace to stay around here, can't remember where it is though.” He braced himself, pushing up to his feet with a grunt as his various wounds protested.
     “Know what? Yer' comin back to the farm with me! Sounds like you need some country cookin' an' a whole lot of rest! Won't take no for an answer!”


     The old truck bounced along the road outside of town. Sunni glanced over at her silent passenger, to see if he was still awake. He'd spent the whole ride watching out the window, and every time she'd thought he had fallen asleep, he surprised her with some small comment or another. This time he was looking at her, and averted his gaze when she flashed a smile at him.
     “Sunni... I.... when the shock of all this wears off, I'll probably go back to how I always am. Old habits, and all that.” Sunni had her eyes back on the road, but she could hear the gunmetal dragon fidget a bit while he stopped to think. He continued after a while, “I've never been much good at intimacy, or relaxation for that matter...”
     Sunni giggled “Well of course not! Doesn't take a fancy degree to tell you're a bit on the uptight side! 'S why I'm always after ya to cut loose and have some fun!”
     “I... really appreciate it. Thank you.”


     You never do know who'll stroll through those doors. Sometimes lonely old ghosts need spiritual guidance to find their way. Sometimes, they just need some alone time with an old friend.
     With a chuckle, Alexandra went back to her work.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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This story got its start a loooong time ago, pondering
Norithics
Norithics
character Sunni Smiles and her love of great big hugs and what it'd take for my grumpy gunslinger to give her one. Anyone who's kind of paid attention to my progression of commissions featuring Siege may have noticed that there's a distinct sense of him slowly relaxing. This story is the start of that relaxation, in the weird semi-canon that Siege has going on.

It also gave me the opportunity to expand on what he is, how he reacts to things, and how he works.

Mature for descriptions of battle damaged Siege. There's an explicit version that's Adults Only that doesn't skip past the sex scene.

Sunni Smiles and Alexandra Salome belong to
Norithics
Norithics

Siege is mine

Keywords
male 1,108,908, female 998,700, cat 198,374, dragon 138,392, character development 1,266, ringtailed lemur 382, alexandra salome 375, sunni smiles 280, reunion 154, damaged 154, miscellaneous 132, siege longshot 100
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