This choice: Jasmine the herm Lucario adventurer • Go Back...Chapter #6Jasmine the Lucario by: GreyKrow   On an island in the northern hemisphere, there rests a village at the foot of a mountain. Only recently colonized, everything past the village is shrouded in mystery to all. Most people would think thrice before ever setting foot on this icy glacier, with the lack of promise for treasure or glory, and the many dangers from not just the weather, but also the wildlife. Even the most hardened of explorers would not dare risk their life on this barren rock. You, of course, would. Not for honor, or for glory, but for yourself.
As an icy gust twists and turns through the mountain forest, the chilling wind hits you with a brutal force, penetrating your steel form. “Brr” the chill sends shivers from all the way up your spine, down to the tips of your toes. Even with cold impeding your progress, you still find the resolve to push through the snow straight on. The path ahead of you is like a corridor made entirely out of frozen white trees. You can’t walk to the left or the right, you can only move deeper into the violent blizzard. Sensing another wind coming your way, you quickly adjust your thick fuzzy jacket and brace for the impact, venturing onwards into the frozen woodlands and deep into the unknown.
Having to brave through nature’s wrath is one of many trials in your line of work. Most people would call you a maniac for putting your life on the line just for sightseeing, but you have your reasons. You grew up in an isolated mountain village, unaware there was a whole world past the mountain range that surrounded your home. Until a traveler showed up at your village one day and told tales of his exploits across the world. You listened to his stories with amazement and wonder, and at that moment, you knew what you wanted to be. When you were finally seventeen, you left your home, friends, and family to wander the world. It’s been a few years since then, and you’ve grown strong in both mind and body... But mostly body.
You’re Jasmine, a Lucario adventurer traveling the world. Wherever you go there’s always a journal by your side, which you use to record everything you come across during your journey, such as: Events, people, landmarks, exotic life, and most importantly, records of every single morsel you’ve ever eaten. Each of them with their own unique entry and story to tell. You do this as your own way of remembering them by, mostly because keeping their remains doesn’t sit well with you, but you have made a few exceptions for those that mean a lot to you. Such as the chip of a Luxray tail star you keep as an earring.
You also keep other various tools on your person as well, most of which are kept around your waist inside your utility belt. It’s mostly just for basic survival needs: Daggers for cutting, flintstone for making fires, ropes for climbing, oil lanterns for darker areas, grappling hooks for those tough to reach spots, an Absol horn you use as a dowsing rod, and the one that sees the most of your use, the sewing kit. For the times you put on a little extra weight and your clothes start to tear a bit.
Relying more on your body rather than weapons to solve conflict, you very much prefer to punch and kick your way to victory. Which is rather easy, considering your high protein diet. Even with your aggressive personality, you always jump to anyone’s cry for help. This has given you a reputation of sorts throughout certain parts of the world and some may even recognize who you are. This helpful side also extends to your treatment of your prey. You’re not above taunting the little snacks, but you do try and help them enjoy one last bang inside your body, even if they were unruly to you. This goes double for anthros who you will never devour unless they’re willing, a major threat, or you’re just too horny to care.
An even stronger, frozen wind blows your way, knocking you slightly off balance. Even with a thick jacket, your mega-melon breasts jiggle and bounce against the wind's fury. Your nipples perk as they feel the icy touch of the outside, and could be seen protruding from your tight long sleeved shirt. All that “natural padding” you’ve gained throughout your journey might keep you warm; however, it does make wearing any sort of clothing nigh impossible. There’s no bra designed for your cup size, forcing you to have them sagging through your shirt. Sometimes your nipples start to leak milk, staining your clothes. Your bulbous backside rips and tears even the stretchiest of pairs you find, and that’s not even taking into consideration your “hidden tools” beneath your utility belt. Those heavy balls sag between your legs, always bulging forward and gathering the attention of every traveler you meet.
You’ve settled for having a custom set of clothes tailored just for you. On your top, you wear a white long-sleeved shirt with buttons running down the middle. The shirt itself is thin and skintight, allowing you to be both agile and sexy at the same time. On your bottom, you wear a stretchy black pair of pants wrapped around your large butt and thighs, the warm fabric reaching all the way down to your ankles. Around the groin area, there are holes with laces wrapped together, allowing you to adjust them at any time and give your balls some breathing room. However, even if they are tailored to you, you always manage to rip and tear them to shreds, spending most of your earnings getting another pair made. Sometimes you think it might be better if you had your normal figure again, but it can’t be denied how wonderful it feels to play with your gains. Stripping down naked, feeling them swag back and forth freely during your private time.
As you continue walking you eventually come across branching paths with two signs pointing in two different directions, northwest and northeast. The sign pointing northwest reads, The village of Essen; as you take a closer look you can make out faint outlines of cabin houses, with a warm light radiating through the windows. The sign to the northeast reads “DANGER”, and as you look over to the white abyss, you notice an Absol anthro, hurrying your way, looking backward and getting closer to you by the second.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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