Drunk again x

The bar sat in the mountains of Kumogakure no Sato, planted on the far side of a side road that seemed to come and go nowhere on either side, almost as though the bar were detached from the rest of the world, randomly attracting drunks from anywhich way. It seemed old-fashioned at first, but the inside was very lively, equipped with very modern tablecloth and tapestries that hung from the loft. The two-storied eating area was occupied by a bar on the lower level and a dining area on the top level. Though, the vast majority of the gathering occured downstairs, the random men drinking themselves to death and back. And, amongst all of the drunkards was a lone girl. The girl had just come of age, and she was the only maid in the entire bar since the girl's mother had taken a short leave. Though the bar was rather small in comparison to most, it had just enough room to accomodate the static number of random drunks going in and out the bar's door. The girl walked around, delivering shots of sake and boose to the men, doing her job. Her job was to please the men. To most, this would only include passing out drinks. However, it came full circle, calling even for the extremes of violating personal freedom. The girl's maid was very tight on her well-developed body. Her large chest looked as though it was going to burst from its shelter in the maid outfit. The waist grabbed her tightly, showing off her curvy figure, and the skirt section seemed almost unfinished; too short for any person to wear comfortably. However, the girl had gotten used to it. It was her lifestyle for the previous decade. The men could grab her and feel her, making her involuntarily react in various moaning and shaking. She was fair game to all. Even the brutest of drunks would grab her compeltely, groping all of her body. But, the real show came when she needed to tend to the few upstairs. The maid's outfit covered absolutely nothing underneath, and she had undersized panties. So, with each step, the men would stare lustfully at her bouncing virgin ass. The girl practically cursed her body along with her lifestyle, but she had learned to live with it....

The girl walked over to another customer who seemed on the edge of sanity. She placed another drink in front of him. This man had had too many drinks, possibly on the verge of either passing out of tearing the place apart. She turned and went back to the backroom, feeling the constant smacking of men's hands on her ass. After grabbing more drinks, she returned, placing more drinks on the tables. She still had two more to deliver when a man grabbed her from behind and began to fondle her breasts vigorously, grunting with drunken happiness. The girl did not struggle much, only aiming to deliver the rest of the drinks. When the man released her, she went tumbling forward and bumped into the man who seemed almost insane, beer spilling all over him. The glasses shattered on the floor. Her arms hit and wrapped aronud his shoulders to try to stand herselt up, but it was no use, and her face went into his lap. A large uproar of laughter occured as the drunks cheer the scene. She was bent over, her ass in almost full view from the rear. She shivered as her face lay in the lap of this strange man....

[The insane man to which is refered is Larry's Character.]

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The darkness of despair conquered the maid's life. She was a slave to the bar, only allowed to leave in special cases to gather supplies. She was a commodity to the owners, not a person. It just seemed so hopeless. She had already given up hope that her life was going to lead anywhere else. It had always been just one thing, tending to drunks in the bar. It didn't matter the details in between; she just needed to make sure that they were happy. Any sort of unhappiness would was punishable later by the owners. The pain... the pain... the pain was there and real. It wasn't so much physical and emotional and mental. And, it left her in absolute despair. However, there was a glimmer of hope. As the men smacked her and laughed at her, the nearly insane man yelled back at the other drunks. He silenced their taunting all on his own. The man then asked her if she was ok. Before the maid had time to answer, the one brute from before immediately shouted back, mocking the savior, her hope. "Oi! Teme! Why don't you say that to my face?!" The rather large man got into the savior's face, wanting a fight. The maid looked up to see them facing off in a staredown. She did not want her hope to go away. The hope was the relief from the pain. She stared at the staredown with shining eyes, almost as though a loved one was fighting for his life. Though overdramatized, it sure did seem that way. The maid moved backward, away from the confrontation, and another drunk grabbed her. He began to rub all over her, filling up his personal pleasure. The maid could only watch the showdown, hoping that the hope would not go away.... It was relief to the pain of servitude and slavery.... Oh, please, don't fade, hope....

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The hope seemed to grow. It shined with a radiance that seemed almost unstoppable. That man, the savior, had everything under control. He was very tall, easily eclipsing the seemingly other large brute. That glare... it shined with complete despise for the drunk in opposition. It said that he cared not who was standing before him; that man was going to die. Almost as if by magic, the savior pulled a bone from his waist, and the bone molded into a sword, its sharp blade surprisingly brilliant. But, that brute chose the smart path and backed off, swearing as he left the bar. Though the savior had won a bout of pure intimidation, the others were grabbing at the maid, groping her at every point possible, fulfilling their own pleasures. But, it didn't matter to the maid; the savior had won. That was all that had matter to her at the moment, and she had no been happier prior, smiling as she gazed upon his sword, the instrument that aided in the victory without ripping at a single body. She smiled, blushing, enjoying the moment. The drunks mistook it for enjoyment of their actions and continued, but the maid didn't care.... The hope was as bright as ever, still shining and casting away the fears within the darkness. Though it was still a small hope, it shined brighter than anything else that had ever existed in her life. Her mind raced as she thought of the possible future. She had always dreamed of the knight who would save her, just as what happened in the story-books. However, she had to have been realistic about it. This savior was also a drunk. Though he committed one good deed, it did not make him a knight. Even though the absolute was not clear, the future a blur, the hope shined brighter than any before.

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The hope was so big... so bright. The insane one continued to assault the others verbally, threatening them with death. Though they had been lustfully groping every part of her body prior, they stopped. The one even gently pushed the maid into the insane one. "Hey, man... she's yours.... Just don't kill me...." The others nodded, and most of them went scrambling from their seats, rushing from the bar. Even some of the bystanders briskly walked outside just to leave the place of uncertain fate. With a drunk man, nothing was certain. And, when that man could kill someone, it was no safe to stay.

The maid was gently pushed into the insane drunk, and her cheeks grew a rosy red. The man had just stopped the other drunks from... from what? What exactly was wrong? She remembered that the men were groping her and messing with her, but what harm had they done? She was still fine, through and through. The only thing that had happened was that over half of the customers had gone screaming for their lives. Why? Was it because she felt a little uncomfortable? This would not do. She needed that money to pay off the debt that her mother had created and that father had left. She needed to get that money back. That was good business running for their lives, and it was all because of the insane drunk. Sacrifices must be made for freedom. If she feels a little uncomfortable now but feels total freedom later, then it would all be worth it. And, this man... he was ruining it. The hope was just an illusion....

The maid looked up to the drunk's face, and she began to tear up. She then slapped him across the face. He had ruined a perfect opportunity for more money to go toward her freedom. He was standing in her way. She couldn't have it.... No, she wouldn't have it! More customers were filing out the door, and it was all his fault. Because of him, she was set back even further, and the owners would most likely tax on what was left onto what she needed to pay for the debt....

Wait. What was she thinking? She had just slapped a man who helped her. He did what he did with all the right intentions. He saw the customers abusing her, so he acted. He made sure that she was safe. Why did she slap him...? He had only helped. Oh... it was because of the money.... Her eyes continued to well up with tears, further supplying the rivers running down her cheeks. She then wrapped her arms around him in a hug and buried her face into his chest. She cried and cried, feeling so sorry for striking him. He was only trying to help.... So, the bright hope was true and real....

"Gomen... Gomen... I'm so sorry for slapping you.... Thank you...."

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The hurt, the pain, the overactive emotion... it all just flooded to her at once, striking at her being with ferocious might. The maid almost thought that she couldn't take it. Each of her memories, even as recent as mere seconds ago, assaulted her in a massive montage that played through her mind like a slideshow or movie. Tears began to swell once more in the pools of her golden eyes, emotions raging. Her short, purple hair shook with the rest of her body. Even golden-brown cat ears popped from the sanctuary of her hair and came into view, pressing upon the silk band on top of her hair. She looked up to him once more, the light shining on the soft skin of her cheeks. As soon as she saw him once more, her heartbeat slowed, and her eyes changed color back to the normal sparkling blue. She sighed and hugged him, her body pressing against his. The skirt part of the purple maid's outfit flattened out against her legs, covering just the upper thighs. Her sleeved arms wrapped around his shoulders, her head burrying into his chest. Her large breasts were even pressed tightly against him. She was shorter than he, and he was stronger. She just felt safer around him. She didn't know what it was. It wasn't that he had just saved her. There was something else....

For her entire life, she had been abused. Her parents abused her life through making her "pay off" a debt that did not really exist. She had been abused by the owners of the bar who forced her to work during her youth and wear ridiculously revealing clothes during her teenage years. She had been abused by the customers who fondled her and disrespected her privacy. Yet, all that did not matter when she was around him. She felt that comfort that I child felt around mother or father. She even felt a little stronger about that, almost wanting to be with him more. But, that would have ended when he would have left. It would all have been over. Yet, she still wanted to be with him. That drive to stay in safety around him just multiplied, and she hugged him tightly, expressing that want. Tears dripped from her sparkling blue eyes. She sniffed, her body shaking only very slightly.

"Mmmmhmmm... I need to work off my parents' debt...."

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His eyes almost popped out of his head when cat ears popped from her head. He had never seen anything like them. While they may have been able to creep most civilians out he wasnt all too shocked, just surprised. He smiled at her "I thought so... Sorry about that but it needed to be done.

Keisha was a member of the Ima Clan, a clan originating from Kumogakure no Sato who could morph their bodies into a partial feline. Each member knew a Jutsu called "Neko Hentai" which translates to "Cat Transformation". Each one of the members had this Jutsu. Keisha was no exception. Despite her low Chakra Stamina, she could hold the form for virtually forever. Ima Clan members could do the same. While anyone could use the Jutsu, only Ima Clan members could hold it for such a long time. Many despited these looks. Others adored them. Some left Kumogakure no Sato because of it, but they would not stop using the Jutsu. In a sense, it was their trademark, and it felt very weird without that tail and those ears on each member's body. Keisha was no different.

She felt that security, that constant safety. She loved being with this man. He was taller and stronger and had a strong sense of morals. He was actually quite handsome, too. Suddenly, there was a bumping in her chest, something that she had never experienced prior. She wiggled in the embrace, wondering what that bumping was. It was practically speaking to her through her chest, deep within her. It bumped again and again, trying to make itself known to her. She noticed it, but she could not understand it. She wanted to understand it, but it was so difficult. She could only feel the urge to kiss him. That thought doubled and tripled until she found herself moving her lips towards his. She got up on her tip-toes and found herself pressing her soft lips against his. Her eyes widended, and she broke immediately. She turned around, her maid outfit fluttering up around the waist, and blushed as she looked at the ground, embarrassed at the sudden lack of control and spontaneity.

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Ikatsu blinked as she kissed him. This was one thing he had never expected, but he suposed it was just a thank you kiss, but then why was she blushing and looking down? He pondered this for several seconds before giving into the idea she did it for no appearent reason.

He too was blushing, not just because she kissed him but because he caught a glimpse of her underwear when she turned. He shook himself of the thought, or at least tried to but the image stayed in his head, just as the blush stayed on his face.

He glanced at her smiling, he walked to the other side to see her face again. "why'd... you do that?" He asked calmly, even with the insane crimson blush on his face.