Pangya – A day in the life – Part 3
Posted on | October 27, 2008 | 6 Comments |
Well, I’m guessing from the lack of comments that no one’s very enthused with this feature, but I don’t care – this is my blog! Here is part 3!
Chapter 3
Meanwhile back in the clubhouse, Arin was getting antsy. Since Cecilia had taken care of her prime opportunity to tease her beloved Kooh, she hadn’t had the opportunity to rub her victory in someone’s face and the desire was almost crippling. Now as the evening was closing in, most of the competitors would be heading back in preparation for tomorrow’s competition. Anyway, most of them were too in awe of her to get anywhere near enough for her to start a conversation and definitely not bold enough to stick around for her favourite private hijinks. A group of girls stopped in their tracks and near-prostrated themselves to say good night to her.
“Sleep well girls and good luck tomorrow,” she replied, automatically, her false smile causing the girls to make quick their escape, squeeing happily. Arin sighed. Without the little perks like teasing Kooh or Hana, keeping up her public façade could get most tiresome.
That’s right.
Arin’s eyes lit up with mischief. In her sulk over Kooh earlier she had forgotten about Hana. Hana usually spent her evenings over on the practice range in West Wiz. She was prime material for Arin’s cruel personality – young, naïve and sufficiently in awe of Arin’s abilities to let her do just about anything. Arin’s mind mulled over the possibilities – after rubbing her victory in her face she could offer a private practice session somewhere…secluded. Yes…that way she could…kill two birds with one stone so to speak.
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Arin materialised on the driving range at West Wiz. Both it and the neighbouring course were owned and tended to by her previous college, the prestigious University of the Mystical Arts. Arin had studied Sports magic, one of the courses known to be light on work and difficult to get into unless you were from a privileged background. And so, although Arin had attended the college for nigh on 3 years, she had mostly spent her time seducing girls in various bunkers and secluded spots around the campus. This course was her home turf.
Although days were kept longer by magical means within the university grounds, even magic users need some darkness to get their serious drinking and philandering done and so the driving range was dyed a rather fetching shade of artificial red by the setting sun. She squinted and could just make out the small figure of Hana practising on the farthest tee. She strolled over to her, trying to make it look like she was just passing by.
“Hana san?” she called out.
The figure turned and started running toward her, a red blur embracing her in a huge hug. “Arin~~ I missed you!” Hana’s voice was muffled from within the frills on Arin’s dress.
Arin pushed away the surprise at this sudden union and hugged the girl back.
“I missed you too, Hana-san.” Her cheek brushed against something. “Are those new, Hana-san?” Arin said, indicating the cat-ears jutting out from Hana’s head.
“Yep, I just got them today”, Hana said, disentangling herself. “You were amazing today, sempai”
Arin had to fight her swelling ego. “Well, it was only natural, I am the best after all”
“I was wondering…” Hana asked, blushing, “if you could teach me to play like that?” her toe traced nervously in the grass.
“Of course! Why don’t you come back to my room and we’ll go through a few drills.” Arin almost let out a giggle. Hana really did lead herself into compromising situations. She wouldn’t be surprised if someone had surreptitiously taped a “RAPE ME” sign to her back.
Hana beamed, “Just let me get my clubs!” she replied, before sauntering off happily.
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Arin’s room was situated in one of the university towers. Even though she had graduated from the college last year, the university had kept a private room for her exclusive use at her father’s request. Arin knew that this was a ploy in order to keep her out of the family home but since she hated her family just as much she didn’t field any objections. Hana, still holding her club bag over one shoulder bounced around in wonderment, gawping at all the luxurious decorations and fittings.
“Your room is so beautiful and tidy, Arin-sempai! It’s just how I imagined it would be!”
“Well, I do try…” After one particularly horrific visit from her parents, they had hired a maid so that Arin might have the luxury of being able to see the floor.
“Hana, would you be a dear and make some tea? The kettle is just through there and you’ll find the tealeaves just beside it.”
Hana nodded and bounded through into the next room. Arin’s false smile dropped from her face to be replaced by an altogether more evil expression. Quickly, she knelt down to scrabble underneath the bed, pulling out a small ornate box. The catch flipped open at a gesture, revealing the only thing that Arin liked to keep in order – her collection of antique dildos. Made of a variety of polished hardwoods from probably highly endangered rainforests, they ran from delicately knobbled slender probes for behind to rather more stout specimens for the front. She lifted one out and admired it. This one was her favourite – crafted lovingly from ancient cedarwood, it was shaped in such a way so as not to stimulate the wearer but give greater pleasure to the receiver. Back in her university days, she had used it to drive many a captive girl mad with frustration.
If girls could get blue balls, Arin could give them to a nun.
She replaced it into its velvet covering and snapped the lid back closed. Maybe tonight Hana could indulge her in her favourite play. Perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad night after all…
Arin stood up just as Hana waltzed in. In her left hand, a tray with two teacups steamed merrily.
“Thank you dear,” said Arin, moving close to whisk the tray out of her hands and place it on the table behind her. “Now why don’t you slip into something…more comfortable before we start?” Hana’s eyes widened as Arin pushed her gently against the wall. Arin gestured with her left hand and the zipper on Hana’s dress slowly inched downwards, brushing the straps down Hana’s slender arms so the material pooled at her feet. “Such pretty underwear,” Arin sighed, admiring Hana’s small chest already breathing heavily in green and pink flower print.
“Err, Arin sempai, I…a…are you going to make me kiss you d..down there like last time?” Hana looked nervous and small as Arin revelled in her dominance. She cried out a little as Arin leant down to nip at her neck.
“Perhaps I will, perhaps I won’t…” she smiled beatifically. ”It all depends on how good a girl you are. Now we simply must do something about the rest of those clothes”
The bra and panties were vapourised in an instant. Arin frowned. “That’s strange,” she said, tugging at the cat ears. “These seem to be stuck to your hea…”
Arin’s back impacted with the wall with a thud, knocking a good proportion of the air out of her lungs. She gasped, scrabbling at the arm pinning her neck. In front of her, a still-very-naked Hana swam dizzily into focus. Her eyes glowed an unnatural shade of gold. Suddenly, it was Arin who felt afraid.
“You’re not so tough now are you?” the orange eyed thing inhabiting Hana grinned at her. “Have you any idea how annoying it is to watch you from inside here while you ponce around all high and mighty, having your wicked way with poor Hana-chan?”
“W..who are you?” Arin managed from behind the arm.
“My my, how rude of me,” was the mocking reply. ”My name is Erika, avatar to the goddess Nya, ruler of catgirls everywhere!”
“There’s a goddess called Nya?” Arin spluttered incredulously. The arm choking her ground a little tighter.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to insult anyone else’s patron deities, Arin” Erika tutted sternly. “Now let’s get rid of these clothes, shall we?” Erika’s free hand stroked lightly down Arin’s body, her dress falling off in tatters as if cut by an invisible talon. Erika drank in Arin’s luscious curves lecherously.
“Fuck you Erika” she panted, “I paid real money for that dress!”
Erika laughed long and hard. “You idiot! Don’t you know they’ll bring out something better and even more desirable next month and you’ll fall into a spiral of ever buying new things, wasting your hard earned cash on something which ultimately has no meaning?” Arin scowled and spat at Erika who dodged neatly out of the way. “What a spoiled child…” she sighed, shaking her head.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the box, still perched on the edge of the bed. “Ohoho what’s this?”
“Don’t you fucking touch that you dirty feline!” Arin struggled even harder against the iron bar of an arm against her throat.
Effortlessly, Erika snapped open the box with one hand, splintering the lock with a crunch. Her hand picked out the largest of Arin’s collection, turning it over and watching the light glint off the polished surface.
“I don’t think they sell things like this in the clubhouse shop!” Erika laughed mockingly. She threw it behind her, demolishing a small vase. Arin’s expression changed quickly from defiance to despair.
“I’ll…do what you say, just please don’t break them,” Arin whined plaintively. Erika was eyeing a second dildo – her favourite. An evil glint in her eye, it flew out of the tower window, leather strapping and all. Arin watched it with a cry of dismay.
“Why do you need those expensive things…” Erika frogmarched across the room, still holding a struggling Arin by the neck, “When these are much more suitable for a frigid up tight slut like you!” Arin gulped as Erika pulled the driver out of her bag of horrifically expensive golf clubs and flip it over so the grip was uppermost.
Arin felt sweat bead on her forehead as Erika dragged the tip down her naked body; slowly inching towards the neat tawny blue triangle that pointed to her most important place. “Y…you wouldn’t” she managed to stammer out. She almost breathed a sigh of relief as Erika paused, glowering at her with fiery eyes.
“I would.” A catlike grin. “And even though you’ll complain like the whiny bitch you are, you’ll love it. Because I know that no matter how many girls you take to bed, you really long for someone to truly dominate you. And tonight…I…own you.”
At that last word, Arin felt something uncoil deep inside her; a dirty, shameful pleasurable feeling. She closed her eyes and stopped struggling. Erika laughed victoriously.
Thank God she hadn’t bought that medieval arsenal club set…
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October 27th, 2008 @ 10:35 pm
I can’t speak for others, but I certainly enjoy the story— and the pairings you went with.
October 28th, 2008 @ 2:41 am
Uhhh… I don’t know anything about Pangya, but I definitely like it.
October 28th, 2008 @ 9:43 am
Woah, did not see the evil cat goddess coming at all. I like it.
Pretty good story so far.
October 28th, 2008 @ 6:24 pm
Thanks all – You have emboldened me to write the fourth and final part!
And if you don’t know Pangya – go play now! Raa!
October 30th, 2008 @ 1:59 pm
I don’t know it too ^^’ but I really play enough for now, im just not posting any comments, because I don’t really have to say something about it. So im just enjoying reading it.
November 7th, 2008 @ 4:07 am
I’m usually late reading the posts, but still I enjoy them a great lot.
This part had an ‘interesting’ turn of events. XD