《Slippery Combat》 Prolouge part 1. "You can do it Spencer", hollars the fans in the stand. "Space this loser Edward", hollars another group of hardened fans. The announcers states the top 3 winners out of the 10 contestants in the 200 IM are: 1. Spencer Jones 2. Edward Spacer 3. Bing Lo Each contestent more tired than the last slowly lifts themselves from the pool, only to be swarmed by all different sport reporters. James Sinclair with the Jin yu post, "Bing Lo what the hell happened, you were this years top pick? Were you paid off"? "It was a very tough race and I did not prepare as well as my competitors, I hope to be a worthy oppenent in our next match, exclaimed", Bing. Arnold Schwitz with Fux news, "Mr. Jones congratulation on the major win, can you tell the crowd how this years underdog with a 1/91 chance of victory one first prize"? "Well Arnold we all know statistics is a flawed mathmatics if you do not have all the facts. In fact, my victory this year was not based off of speed training, but off of endurance. My trainer this year put me in the harshest environments to tone my body, to let my mind know what pain really is."Stolen novel; please report. "So Mr. Jones could you give us an example of this particular training method", exclaims Rena Richards with the Chapidquir training school. "You know Ms. Richards that all training regimins are highly redacted as classified information between athlete and trainer. However, I can give you a tidbit of information, riding those bulls in Spain earlier this year was terrifyingly fun;" says Spencer. Spencer, Edwards, Bing and the other contestants head to the locker room. The contestants then begin to form a circle. In which each contestant thanks each of its competitors for a chance to race with the best in this current generation. As they disperse to take a cold shower, this weird old man streaks into the locker room slapping each of the contestants rear ends. Jose Mangin the competitor that placed 4th and Ricki Crimbal whom placed last place moaned in pleasure while the rest of the contestants are in shock. Each competitor returns into a firey rage as Pimpin Goes yells, "Get HIM"! All the boys rush the perverted old man after a good chase the old man was surrounded by a bunch of 15-18 year old youths in speedos brandishing their fists. The perverted old man said wait a minute dont tell me you lads and lasseys didn''t like your gift. Each boy turned red, however nobody could tell if it was caused by anger or embarrasment but as soon as the feeling passed and they were about to get vengance this slippery, perverted old man miraculously slips through the the drainage cracks beneath their feet. In Unison each of the youths screamed, "What in the fuck!" Prolouge P2. On the other side of the world after the after the swimmers were asleep, the beginning of the final match of the Grande Prix was just about to start. Swsh goes a whip as it slaps against the fur of Raging Water as he gains the lead right out of the gates. In second, is Blanc Vinno neck and neck with the number one pick Slash Dat Ass. All of a sudden Blanc Vinno rams Slash Dat Ass into the dirt. The two horses and their riders fall into the mud. A huge boneshattering crack is made. The audience begins the stand up as they anticipate the horror that awaits one of the two riders. Blanc Vinno and his rider Bridgette Barstool are able to get up, wobbling as they begin to regain their balance and momentum getting back into this race. The audience sees Lil struggle to get off of her horse only to see tears stream down her face. Lil pulls out a revolver from her backpack, she unsteadily while closing her eyes fires the first bullet. It misses and shoots Slash Dat Ass left leg. She cocks it back again only to miss for a second time right into the horses stomach. Slash Dat Ass yelps in pain and horror as its rider Lil is unable to kill her horse. Again she misses the third shot into his other leg. Out of nowhere the rider of Buttermilk turns around from 3rd place to help this poor creature. After dismounding Buttermilk, Marta slaps Lil so hard it resounded through the whole audience over the pounding hooves of the competing horses. Grabbing the gun from Lil''s shakey hands, Marta pulls the trigger. Finally putting to end Slash dat Ass''s misery. Little does the audience see that Lil is smiling as she walks out of tracks back into the bleachers to watch the rest of the race. Marta remounts Buttermilk and wisps back into race. On the third round about Symphonie is in the lead with Rim Jim and Shrimpin Yo are neck and neck. While Blanc Vinno and My Boy is Fat in second. What is this?You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Buttermilk just passed Lone ranger in 8th, she just past Raging Water in 7th! Can she go all the way? Its the 4th turn and the leaders of the pack are Blanc Vinno, My Boy is Fat, and Simple Jack. A lone child in the stands began to point at Buttermilk as she passes Rim Jim and Shrimpin Yo pushing into 4th. Simple Jack begins to run out of steam as My Boy is Fat takes a 3 foot lead being trailed by Blanc Vinno and Buttermilk. As the hooves of all the horses cross the finish line with My Boy is Fat in first place, Simple Jack in second and Buttermilk in 3rd. The announcer says this concludes the final race in the Belleview Grande Prix. Our Grand Champion on the podium to day is 1. Buttermilk 2. My Boy is Fat 3. Blanc Vinno 4. Slash Dat Ass. Out of no where Slash Dat Ass''s rider Lil tackles, Blanc Vinno''s rider Syrah Barfas. As soon as Syrah hits the ground lil does not skip a beat, stratilling her while she begins wailing on Syrah''s Face. My Boy Is Fat''s rider Dani Justice pulls Lil off of Syrah and says "thats enough out of both of you do you not have any honor". "She started it when she broke Slash''s fucking leg", exclaimed Lil. "And I ended it because you were having too much fun causing the poor creature pain", hollard Marta. Aww you saw right through me I just wanted another shot. If he wanted to live so bad he shouldnt of gotten sloppy and let Syrah push us down like that. "You know damn well it was not your horses fault it was yours", says Dani. Marta further supports Dani''s claim by saying, "it is the job of the rider to bring out the best in our horses and our competitors that is why these races are so excillerating. Too bad you are nothing but a child in need of a dire lesson". Dave from the Sterling Chronicles, "So what type of lesson are you all planning on teaching here"? Is that not obvious, Syrah hold that Psychotic bitch down. Let go of me you uppity cunt or you will regret it. As Syrah holds down Lillith, each of the 10 riders grab their crops. Syrah pulls down Lillith''s pants while each of the 9 riders swat Lilliths bare buttock 10 times, just so she can feel the pain her horse went through. By the time the riders were done with their 90 swats Lillith''s backside was rubbed dried with red marking randomly illustrated on the skin. Before Syrah lets go of Lil''s limp body she whispers, "This is not the end, but only the beginning we have a long road of training ahead." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After the public shaming incident and Lilith''s body along with the other contestents were photographed by Horse Sports illustrated forever comerating Liliths filthy shame to the sport. The contestents go home to sleep and prepare for their next competition next year. However, prior to each of them going to sleep, this perverted old man with nothing but a trench coat and a pierced cock vists each of the contestents. Oddly enough he vanishes without a trace after leaving a cock slap mark accross all the contestants and reporters that were at the Grande Prix. Confusion: part 1 The first thing that I saw was the sky and the two sun beaming on to my pale skin. I felt the cold snow bite at my bare ass as I am lying face up on a snowy slope. Beside me I see these other bodies, they look almost human but there are no genitalia and mounds of flesh upon their chests. As I look between my legs I realized I was just like them, holy fuck where did my cock and balls go? Where is my hair? Where in blazes are we? Who are we? I begin poking at the other bodies one of them miracuously awakens and pushes me away. It shouts who the fuck are you and where the fuck are my clothes? I reply the name is Spacer and do not wear it out. The thing speaking my native tounge begins to speak again asking as in Edward Spacer? You know of me? Do you not reconize me shouts the voice, I am Mangin, Jose. No shit! You better not be tugging my dick from under me. Jose do you know what this place is or even what the fuck we have become? No clue mate. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jose POVIf you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Jose thinks in his head, holy fuck this is some crazy mass dreaming bs. I mean I gotta be dreaming the last thing I remember was listening to Nothing More before nodding off in my bed. Welp gotta take charge somehow. Jose stands up with the help of Edward as they both begin waking up the others. Each of the other youths seem to have a similar experience as Jose and Edward, first freaking out then calming down to gather the others. Jose blows his two fingers in his mouth creating a whistle like sound. Alright boys, listen up. All the other things began grouping up into a circle almost huddling, next to each other almost trying to preserve some sort of heat sensation and brother hood. "Obviously we are not in Kansas any more guys." we gotta figure out what is what and how we got here. The group of things cheer together agreeing on the course of action.
+2 in Feminality
due to the increase in cooperation trait.
The notification flashes above each of the heads of the former athletes, except for Edward and Jose. After that each creature sees their mounds of flesh on their chests grow ever so slightly. The grouped up things all screamed What the fuck is this? Edward and Jose however see another type of notification
Leadership Trait created
Has increased abillity in gathering others to your bidding. Proficentcy: Noob 5%
Title Granted: Leaders of the Herd
Description: Leaders are born not made. Plus 2 points in wisdom, and plus 3 points in Strength.
Edward whispers to Jose did you just get that title too or am I halluciating man? Sure did bro. so is this some type of RPG, were we drugged and hooked up to some dope as fuck virtual reality system? Your guess is as good as mine mate, it might be similar since our actions determine our future and current traits. What if we have a status? Lets try it out in unison? Show Status! Show Status! Confusion: II I can not breath what is this dirt? Sludge? Oh god, I was buried alive. Sheilla begins clawing with all her might to the surface. Her lungs are heaving in and out with air as she breaches her way to the surface. Shelia tries to stand up but is having a difficult time, until she looks down and sees that she has 6 appendages. Shelia, all of sudden passes out from the shock of realizing she now has 2 arms and four legs. When she wakes up a few minutes later she tries to question is this some odd dream? It must be a dream. Shelia begins wandering among her environment. It turned out that she was in some gross swamp, where bugs kept gathering in the air constantly nipping Shelia''s naked backside. The water, or toxic whaste dump of the nearby inhabitents was sometimes blazing hot to other times being somewhat chilly. While drudging through the water, Shelia clumsily trips over something. Planting her face into the disgusting sludge below. Only to begin dry gagging at the thought of what just went down her mouth. The thing Shelia tripped on began to make gurgaling noises and scratching sounds. Shelia can barely hear it with her head still under the marshes deph. Shelia begins to pull her head out from the bog when she is kicked by something heavy and powerful.
Minus 10 damage
??Shelia''s current Hp 90/100
Another notification popped up for her opponent,If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.
You have learned the abillity -Back Kick
Description: Allows the user to push rear legs into oppenent causing damage, Proficentcy 1% Rank: Noob.
When Shelia looks up she notices that her and this mean creature look very similar. Stop! she yells at the top of her lungs. Why are you attacking me are we not of the same ilk? The other creature snorts, I am nothing like you, I am not weak and useless. This other horse like creature begins charging, to stampede over Shelia.
You have learned the skill- Dodge
Description: Allows the user to evade opponents attacks. Proficentcy 1% Rank: noob
Shelia grabs the nearest stones and starts propelling them towards her opponent.
You have learned the Skill- Throw
Allows the user to throw opjects, +1 in strength and 2 in Dexterity for every ranked level, Current Proficentcy 10% Rank: Noob
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lil misses her first stampede, she is bombarded again and again by these wierdly shaped rocks. Some hit and Lil starts to feel pain as her health ebbs away.
-4 Hp
-12 Hp
-8 HP
Lil begins to run away from the stones being haled on her to fight to live another day. As she disapears into the underbrush of the swamp, the stones hailed from above are no more. Lil eventually runs into 3 more of the beings that she tried to eliminate but soon found out that these 3 monsters were her former competitors at the Horse racing competition the day before. Lil than begins questioning Tammy, Jordan and Chris about this world. Such questions arose as in how did we get here? Where is hear? Why do I look like a centaur? Tammy, Jordan and Chris were all clueless as well, curious about the changes to their bodies as well as what these status notifications meant. With in several hours the former riders now half horse or creature themselves form a herd with one thought only escaping this disgusting sewage pit.