The Lost Bet (M)
Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2019 8:20 pm
A little something I conjured up once. Figured I'd share it here.
Adepts. Humans attuned to the 7th stage of the lifewave, possessing a power called Septima that allows them to perform feats that no mere human can do. Some say Septima is magic. In reality: It’s more directly linked to being like a sort of ESP power. And due to this, Adepts are often feared or hated by normal humans, often getting into conflict with them, or to the point of hunting them like animals in the wilds, almost like human mutants were at times.
But adepts have appeared in my world as well, but here, we live in peace with adepts, welcoming them with opening arms. Some are Firefighters, and others are police officers among other occupations. I should know, because I fathered 6 very beautiful adepts and adopted a sweet 7th from another realm before she was successfully hunted by oppressive officials. I love all of them like they’re my little princesses. Then again… All of my daughters are my little princesses.
Anyway, among my adepts, Storm and Sorcha are a couple of unique cases. Sorcha was born with the Septima Liquid Earth, which allowed her to control quicksand, and other substances that would sink you. Storm was born with the legendary Azure Striker Septima. While they get along so well, there have been incidents where they’ve gotten into arguments that’ve lead to embarrassing moments. And I do mean embarrassing let me tell ya.
One such incident, I was once told about. It all started one Spring day, I was fixing to take one of my ½ mermaid daughters, namely Eupraxia, to a dance concert that she was old enough to be allowed to see. There were no male strippers at it, as that was a no-go. The dancers would all be female, and stripping was not one of the things they’ll do. And what happened with Storm and Sorcha this day, all started with an argument that the two had about what it ensued.
“Oi! I’m telling ye! It’s bellydancing that the concert is showcasing!” Exclaimed Sorcha. “And like I keep telling you: It’s a breakdancing show!” Storm shot back. Sorcha scoffed. “Breakdancing has an increased risk of harming people. Obviously, bellydancing.” She said. “Well bellydancing is nothing new,” Storm replied. “It’s seriously going to be about breakdancing.” Instead of continuing the argument, Sorcha instead got diplomatic.
“Okay, breakdancing boots,” Sorcha said. “How about this: Let’s have a bet to settle this.” “Fine. If dad says the concert is breakdancing…” Storm said, getting all perverted and grabby as she leaned close to Sorcha. “I get to grope and motorboat your boobs for the rest of the day.” She says, her voice sounding a bit lewd. “Tone it done and I shall accept.” Sorcha said. “Okay, I’ll make it 5 hours.” Storm said. “That is acceptable.” Replied Sorcha.
“Good, then it’s settled.” Said Storm with a confident smile. “Not so fast, Zappy girl!” Sorcha exclaimed. “W-What?!” Storm asked. “We didn’t establish what happens if I win!” Sorcha said. “I’m listening.” Storm replied. “If dad says bellydancing, ye have to strip naked and sink in quicksand, with nothing but an apron on.” Said Sorcha. “WHAT?!!?” Storm asked in shock and disbelief. “That’s not fair! I’m the perverted one! Not you!” She exclaimed.
This was true. Storm was one of my girls who was a profound female pervert, on a level of another such female perv: Katsuragi. Except Storm is a bit more diverse in her targets. She will indeed grope her fellow sisters, but she’s also known to rip shirts off men and feel their pecks, or even stroke their bare legs, but that’s about it. She has no intention of seeing a fully-grown man naked. Even so, Storm does get her comeuppance once in a while.
And Sorcha was intent to have such a comeuppance for Storm. Finally, Storm caved. “Fine, you win. We got a deal.” She said. “Great!” Sorcha said as she heard footsteps. “Oh, here he comes.” She said as I came down with Eupraxia. Before leaving, I stopped at Sorcha and Storm. “What’s the yelling about this time?” I asked them. “Oh, I was wondering…” Storm said. “What type of dance concert are you going to?” She asked. I tilted my head, as did Eupraxia.
“I thought I told you what it was. I guess I clearly didn’t…” I said. “It’s a bellydancing concert. Ya know, the girls in Egyptian and Arabian themed clothes?” I then go on to say. Storm’s smile quickly faded, and a look of despair strung onto her face in an instant. “Um… are you okay?” Eupraxia asked. Storm was paralyzed with silence. “Oh, we had a bet, and it looks like I won.” Sorcha said, smirking. “A bet?” I asked. Sorcha nodded. I just shook my head.
“Sometimes, I wonder about you two…” I said. “Anyway, whatever it was that happens if you won, take it outside.” I said as me and Eupraxia stepped outside. “We’ll be back around 4 PM.” I say. “Have fun, papa.” Sorcha said as she and I wave to each other. Soon, Eupraxia and I were gone, and Sorcha turned back to Storm, who recovered from the shock. “I lost?!” Storm asked in disbelief. “And thus, ye were in the wrong, sis.” Sorcha said as she left the room.
Coming back, she brought with her one of the best aprons my mortal wife often used when it was her turn to prepare dinner. Sorcha chose this as it was the least likely to get dirty, especially if things like mud and quicksand were involved. It was perfect. “You’re not making me wear that thing while I’m stuck stark naked in a swamp!” Storm exclaimed. “We had a deal. And ye lost fair and square.” Sorcha said. “Now get your butt to the swamp.” She demanded.
Storm grumbled as she left the mansion with Sorcha right behind her. The compulsive sinker was going to enjoy this most of all. The two adepts soon made it to the remote swamp where my manakete Khalnore once played in with a visiting dragon girl named Boo. This spot was very ideal. Storm eyed the quicksand, then she looked back to Sorcha. “I can’t believe you’re serious about this…” She said, her tone bitter. “I am.” Sorcha smirked.
“Now, off with your clothes.” She ordered. Storm was in no position to argue and thus complied. She made the bet with Sorcha and lost fair and square, and by honor, it was expected to follow through with one’s end of the bargain. Storm removed her shoes and socks first before switching to her top, taking that off as well, revealing a cute pink bra underneath. “Can’t I just meet you halfway?” Storm asked. “Sorry, no. Stark naked. That was the deal, sis.” Sorcha said.
Storm groaned and continued stripping. The bra came off and soon her gloves, pants, and panties followed. Sorcha then threw the apron to Storm. She put it on without argument and Sorcha tied it so that it remained securely on Storm and wouldn’t be lost in the quicksand. “And just to make sure you don’t squeeze your way out early…” Sorcha said as she took her dragonstone from her. …Well, to be honest: It’s really classified as a “Septimal Stone” now.
These girls carry some of their septimal energies in dragonstones that have long since lost their power. They can control their powers just fine without aid, but they use these old dragonstones to hold some of their power just to be on the safe side. Better safe than sorry one might say. Each of the 6, save for Alexandrine who uses staves for hers, has a septimal stone for their respective septima. “My septimal stone! I need that!” Storm whined, trying to get it back.
But Sorcha kept it out of Storm’s reach, then proceeded to actively push the naked apron-clad Storm into the swamp quicksand, making her land on her feet in the sucking mud. “You’ll get it back after you sink under.” Sorcha said with a smirk. “Now ye be a good big sister and sink in the swamp.” She says with finality as she waves her hand at the quicksand Storm was sinking in. Storm lifted her legs a little, but the spot she had been shoved into was very sticky.
There was no way the Lady Azure Striker could zap her way out easily. Sorcha however, could change that in an instant, but she had no intention of letting the sight in front of her end early. No, she wanted to see Storm go down. All the way down. Using her septima, she made of the quicksand rise and float to her, using it to form a makeshift beach bench, laying on it once it was formed and sturdy. Storm meanwhile, kept trying to break the sticky grip on her legs.
But all she succeeded in doing was making herself go deeper. And Sorcha smirked as her perverse sister went deeper. By now, Storm reached her knees. “This clearly is not funny.” Storm said. “Maybe not for ye, but it is for me.” The compulsive sinker giggled. “You better hope I don’t get out of here, otherwise, I’m going to grope you so much your head will swim!” Exclaimed Storm. “I don’t think you’ll be getting out easily.” Sorcha calmly said.
Storm had every right to be mad right now. She did lose the bet Sorcha wagered, and she was being humiliated by a sister who is a year younger than she. If that weren’t bad enough, Sorcha could make things worse on Storm when she so chose to without warning. Yet, Sorcha did not have the heart to see Storm drown. She still loved her, but because Storm does sexually harass her every now and then, this was good payback for those times she did.
Storm’s legs were nearly gone, her apron starting to float above the surface, but Sorcha manipulated the quicksand to sink that easily, too. Still, Storm was annoyed enough to the point she would scoop up a ball of mud and hurl it at Sorcha, but the quicksand adept simply caught it, and flung it back at her, making it bind her wrists. Much to Storm’s chagrin. “What the heck?!” Storm asked in anger. Not only that, but Sorcha started manipulating the quicksand.
“What’re you…?!” Storm proceeded to ask as tentacles of quicksand rose up and started binding the Lady Azure Striker. “Cut it out! This is so gross!” She protested. “Not yet.” Sorcha simply stated. Storm struggled in her growing binds, but it only made things worse on her as the tentacle only tightened on Storm, and she sank quicker, until she suddenly stopped once at the hips. The quicksand pushed against Storm’s feminine form as her butt and hips were gripped.
Sorcha loosened her muddy tentacle to reveal Storm’s body some. “What’s this? Are you enjoying this, sis?” Sorcha asked, smirking. Storm nodded, but her voice was nothing but pants and moans at the moment. “My, my… ye sure calmed down once it hit that area.” Sorcha said with a smirk. But Storm didn’t say anything beyond a moan. However, she does beat her moans and pants long enough to finally spit some words out. “It… feels good…” She says.
Sorcha stood up from makeshift seat and made it melt back into the quicksand from whence it came as it claimed Storm’s butt and hips, almost sending her into a frenzy. Storm desperately tried to make the apron shield her crotch, but, her hands are instead claimed by the quicksand as Sorcha sits on its edge, slipping her legs into the quicksand, getting a better front row seat so to speak. “Now would be a good time to do something…” Storm said.
Sorcha rested her hand on one of her cheeks, pondering a moment before finally raising her free hand. “Okay, I think ye’ve been punished enough.” She said as she makes the quicksand let Storm’s hands go and undoes the bind she enforced on them earlier. “But, ye’re still going under.” Storm didn’t object this time around as she sank deeper in nothing but the apron she had on. Sorcha however, kept the tentacle that she had made wrapped around her.
Still, Storm could not help but feel embarrassed by the ordeal, granted she was older than Sorcha, and yet, she was playing the role of dominatrix at the moment. Still, Sorcha noticed that Storm looked lonely in the quicksand, so, she ends up joining the Lady Azure Striker, sinking to her depth almost immediately, but not before she stripped to her bra and panties before sliding in. As with Storm, the quicksand gripped Sorcha’s hips like a vice. It was that sticky.
The adepts sank deeper and deeper in the quicksand. Sorcha and Storm reached their chests soon, and both of them were aroused by the quicksand gripping their breasts. Storm most of all. As they floated, Sorcha kept Storm under control since her nude form remained receptive to the pleasure induced by the quicksand. She managed to do this successfully, as all it took was some gentle touches, and her septima keeping the quicksand at bay.
Although Sorcha shouldn’t be touching Storm right now as they sank, she did so nonetheless as neither one said anything about touching the other during the bet loser’s sink. Soon, the quicksand reached the adepts’ necks. “Mm, I’m… slipping under…” Storm moaned. “Ditto…” Sorcha said, both the girls closing their eyes as they are claimed by the quicksand. Sorcha, being a controller of quicksand, was able to breathe underneath.
Storm however, was not. As they got deeper, Storm began to feel lightheaded, and her lungs started to burn. There was no way Sorcha was going to let her elder sister drown as she did not hesitate to invoke her septima. Sorcha got herself, and Storm out of the quicksand soon enough, just before Storm’s condition got worse. The Lady Azure Striker spat quicksand out of her mouth shortly after. “Are ye okay?” Asked Sorcha. “Dandy…” Storm said.
“Am I done now…? Can I take this thing off and wash up…?” She then asked. “Yeah, ye’re done.” Sorcha said, smiling. Storm made for the nearest lake, and Sorcha followed, but not before collecting their clothes. Sorcha got close to Storm as she washed the quicksand off herself, and the apron. “Hey…” Sorcha said. “Yes?” Storm replied. “Ye still love me?” Asked Sorcha. Storm smiled and nodded. “Are you kidding? We’re sisters!” She exclaimed.
The adepts soon shared a hug. Storm let go shortly after. “Still, how’re you going to explain to mother you used one of her aprons?” She then asked. “She’ll understand,” Said Sorcha. “Didn’t ye see that there was little mud on it?” She proceeded to ask. Storm looked at the apron, and soon nodded. “Ah yeah, it even resists mud and that sort of thing. Good move.” Said Storm. “Now let’s go home.” She said. “Aye, let’s.” Sorcha said as the two got dressed.
As they head home, they reflected on how this was a win-win situation. Storm earned an appreciation for quicksand, and Sorcha won payback for the times Storm harassed her without warning. All was good for these two, but would Sorcha ever subjugate Storm to this swamp again? That remains to be seen.
Storm, Sorcha, Eupraxia, Khalnore (Mentioned Only), Myself: Me
Adepts. Humans attuned to the 7th stage of the lifewave, possessing a power called Septima that allows them to perform feats that no mere human can do. Some say Septima is magic. In reality: It’s more directly linked to being like a sort of ESP power. And due to this, Adepts are often feared or hated by normal humans, often getting into conflict with them, or to the point of hunting them like animals in the wilds, almost like human mutants were at times.
But adepts have appeared in my world as well, but here, we live in peace with adepts, welcoming them with opening arms. Some are Firefighters, and others are police officers among other occupations. I should know, because I fathered 6 very beautiful adepts and adopted a sweet 7th from another realm before she was successfully hunted by oppressive officials. I love all of them like they’re my little princesses. Then again… All of my daughters are my little princesses.
Anyway, among my adepts, Storm and Sorcha are a couple of unique cases. Sorcha was born with the Septima Liquid Earth, which allowed her to control quicksand, and other substances that would sink you. Storm was born with the legendary Azure Striker Septima. While they get along so well, there have been incidents where they’ve gotten into arguments that’ve lead to embarrassing moments. And I do mean embarrassing let me tell ya.
One such incident, I was once told about. It all started one Spring day, I was fixing to take one of my ½ mermaid daughters, namely Eupraxia, to a dance concert that she was old enough to be allowed to see. There were no male strippers at it, as that was a no-go. The dancers would all be female, and stripping was not one of the things they’ll do. And what happened with Storm and Sorcha this day, all started with an argument that the two had about what it ensued.
“Oi! I’m telling ye! It’s bellydancing that the concert is showcasing!” Exclaimed Sorcha. “And like I keep telling you: It’s a breakdancing show!” Storm shot back. Sorcha scoffed. “Breakdancing has an increased risk of harming people. Obviously, bellydancing.” She said. “Well bellydancing is nothing new,” Storm replied. “It’s seriously going to be about breakdancing.” Instead of continuing the argument, Sorcha instead got diplomatic.
“Okay, breakdancing boots,” Sorcha said. “How about this: Let’s have a bet to settle this.” “Fine. If dad says the concert is breakdancing…” Storm said, getting all perverted and grabby as she leaned close to Sorcha. “I get to grope and motorboat your boobs for the rest of the day.” She says, her voice sounding a bit lewd. “Tone it done and I shall accept.” Sorcha said. “Okay, I’ll make it 5 hours.” Storm said. “That is acceptable.” Replied Sorcha.
“Good, then it’s settled.” Said Storm with a confident smile. “Not so fast, Zappy girl!” Sorcha exclaimed. “W-What?!” Storm asked. “We didn’t establish what happens if I win!” Sorcha said. “I’m listening.” Storm replied. “If dad says bellydancing, ye have to strip naked and sink in quicksand, with nothing but an apron on.” Said Sorcha. “WHAT?!!?” Storm asked in shock and disbelief. “That’s not fair! I’m the perverted one! Not you!” She exclaimed.
This was true. Storm was one of my girls who was a profound female pervert, on a level of another such female perv: Katsuragi. Except Storm is a bit more diverse in her targets. She will indeed grope her fellow sisters, but she’s also known to rip shirts off men and feel their pecks, or even stroke their bare legs, but that’s about it. She has no intention of seeing a fully-grown man naked. Even so, Storm does get her comeuppance once in a while.
And Sorcha was intent to have such a comeuppance for Storm. Finally, Storm caved. “Fine, you win. We got a deal.” She said. “Great!” Sorcha said as she heard footsteps. “Oh, here he comes.” She said as I came down with Eupraxia. Before leaving, I stopped at Sorcha and Storm. “What’s the yelling about this time?” I asked them. “Oh, I was wondering…” Storm said. “What type of dance concert are you going to?” She asked. I tilted my head, as did Eupraxia.
“I thought I told you what it was. I guess I clearly didn’t…” I said. “It’s a bellydancing concert. Ya know, the girls in Egyptian and Arabian themed clothes?” I then go on to say. Storm’s smile quickly faded, and a look of despair strung onto her face in an instant. “Um… are you okay?” Eupraxia asked. Storm was paralyzed with silence. “Oh, we had a bet, and it looks like I won.” Sorcha said, smirking. “A bet?” I asked. Sorcha nodded. I just shook my head.
“Sometimes, I wonder about you two…” I said. “Anyway, whatever it was that happens if you won, take it outside.” I said as me and Eupraxia stepped outside. “We’ll be back around 4 PM.” I say. “Have fun, papa.” Sorcha said as she and I wave to each other. Soon, Eupraxia and I were gone, and Sorcha turned back to Storm, who recovered from the shock. “I lost?!” Storm asked in disbelief. “And thus, ye were in the wrong, sis.” Sorcha said as she left the room.
Coming back, she brought with her one of the best aprons my mortal wife often used when it was her turn to prepare dinner. Sorcha chose this as it was the least likely to get dirty, especially if things like mud and quicksand were involved. It was perfect. “You’re not making me wear that thing while I’m stuck stark naked in a swamp!” Storm exclaimed. “We had a deal. And ye lost fair and square.” Sorcha said. “Now get your butt to the swamp.” She demanded.
Storm grumbled as she left the mansion with Sorcha right behind her. The compulsive sinker was going to enjoy this most of all. The two adepts soon made it to the remote swamp where my manakete Khalnore once played in with a visiting dragon girl named Boo. This spot was very ideal. Storm eyed the quicksand, then she looked back to Sorcha. “I can’t believe you’re serious about this…” She said, her tone bitter. “I am.” Sorcha smirked.
“Now, off with your clothes.” She ordered. Storm was in no position to argue and thus complied. She made the bet with Sorcha and lost fair and square, and by honor, it was expected to follow through with one’s end of the bargain. Storm removed her shoes and socks first before switching to her top, taking that off as well, revealing a cute pink bra underneath. “Can’t I just meet you halfway?” Storm asked. “Sorry, no. Stark naked. That was the deal, sis.” Sorcha said.
Storm groaned and continued stripping. The bra came off and soon her gloves, pants, and panties followed. Sorcha then threw the apron to Storm. She put it on without argument and Sorcha tied it so that it remained securely on Storm and wouldn’t be lost in the quicksand. “And just to make sure you don’t squeeze your way out early…” Sorcha said as she took her dragonstone from her. …Well, to be honest: It’s really classified as a “Septimal Stone” now.
These girls carry some of their septimal energies in dragonstones that have long since lost their power. They can control their powers just fine without aid, but they use these old dragonstones to hold some of their power just to be on the safe side. Better safe than sorry one might say. Each of the 6, save for Alexandrine who uses staves for hers, has a septimal stone for their respective septima. “My septimal stone! I need that!” Storm whined, trying to get it back.
But Sorcha kept it out of Storm’s reach, then proceeded to actively push the naked apron-clad Storm into the swamp quicksand, making her land on her feet in the sucking mud. “You’ll get it back after you sink under.” Sorcha said with a smirk. “Now ye be a good big sister and sink in the swamp.” She says with finality as she waves her hand at the quicksand Storm was sinking in. Storm lifted her legs a little, but the spot she had been shoved into was very sticky.
There was no way the Lady Azure Striker could zap her way out easily. Sorcha however, could change that in an instant, but she had no intention of letting the sight in front of her end early. No, she wanted to see Storm go down. All the way down. Using her septima, she made of the quicksand rise and float to her, using it to form a makeshift beach bench, laying on it once it was formed and sturdy. Storm meanwhile, kept trying to break the sticky grip on her legs.
But all she succeeded in doing was making herself go deeper. And Sorcha smirked as her perverse sister went deeper. By now, Storm reached her knees. “This clearly is not funny.” Storm said. “Maybe not for ye, but it is for me.” The compulsive sinker giggled. “You better hope I don’t get out of here, otherwise, I’m going to grope you so much your head will swim!” Exclaimed Storm. “I don’t think you’ll be getting out easily.” Sorcha calmly said.
Storm had every right to be mad right now. She did lose the bet Sorcha wagered, and she was being humiliated by a sister who is a year younger than she. If that weren’t bad enough, Sorcha could make things worse on Storm when she so chose to without warning. Yet, Sorcha did not have the heart to see Storm drown. She still loved her, but because Storm does sexually harass her every now and then, this was good payback for those times she did.
Storm’s legs were nearly gone, her apron starting to float above the surface, but Sorcha manipulated the quicksand to sink that easily, too. Still, Storm was annoyed enough to the point she would scoop up a ball of mud and hurl it at Sorcha, but the quicksand adept simply caught it, and flung it back at her, making it bind her wrists. Much to Storm’s chagrin. “What the heck?!” Storm asked in anger. Not only that, but Sorcha started manipulating the quicksand.
“What’re you…?!” Storm proceeded to ask as tentacles of quicksand rose up and started binding the Lady Azure Striker. “Cut it out! This is so gross!” She protested. “Not yet.” Sorcha simply stated. Storm struggled in her growing binds, but it only made things worse on her as the tentacle only tightened on Storm, and she sank quicker, until she suddenly stopped once at the hips. The quicksand pushed against Storm’s feminine form as her butt and hips were gripped.
Sorcha loosened her muddy tentacle to reveal Storm’s body some. “What’s this? Are you enjoying this, sis?” Sorcha asked, smirking. Storm nodded, but her voice was nothing but pants and moans at the moment. “My, my… ye sure calmed down once it hit that area.” Sorcha said with a smirk. But Storm didn’t say anything beyond a moan. However, she does beat her moans and pants long enough to finally spit some words out. “It… feels good…” She says.
Sorcha stood up from makeshift seat and made it melt back into the quicksand from whence it came as it claimed Storm’s butt and hips, almost sending her into a frenzy. Storm desperately tried to make the apron shield her crotch, but, her hands are instead claimed by the quicksand as Sorcha sits on its edge, slipping her legs into the quicksand, getting a better front row seat so to speak. “Now would be a good time to do something…” Storm said.
Sorcha rested her hand on one of her cheeks, pondering a moment before finally raising her free hand. “Okay, I think ye’ve been punished enough.” She said as she makes the quicksand let Storm’s hands go and undoes the bind she enforced on them earlier. “But, ye’re still going under.” Storm didn’t object this time around as she sank deeper in nothing but the apron she had on. Sorcha however, kept the tentacle that she had made wrapped around her.
Still, Storm could not help but feel embarrassed by the ordeal, granted she was older than Sorcha, and yet, she was playing the role of dominatrix at the moment. Still, Sorcha noticed that Storm looked lonely in the quicksand, so, she ends up joining the Lady Azure Striker, sinking to her depth almost immediately, but not before she stripped to her bra and panties before sliding in. As with Storm, the quicksand gripped Sorcha’s hips like a vice. It was that sticky.
The adepts sank deeper and deeper in the quicksand. Sorcha and Storm reached their chests soon, and both of them were aroused by the quicksand gripping their breasts. Storm most of all. As they floated, Sorcha kept Storm under control since her nude form remained receptive to the pleasure induced by the quicksand. She managed to do this successfully, as all it took was some gentle touches, and her septima keeping the quicksand at bay.
Although Sorcha shouldn’t be touching Storm right now as they sank, she did so nonetheless as neither one said anything about touching the other during the bet loser’s sink. Soon, the quicksand reached the adepts’ necks. “Mm, I’m… slipping under…” Storm moaned. “Ditto…” Sorcha said, both the girls closing their eyes as they are claimed by the quicksand. Sorcha, being a controller of quicksand, was able to breathe underneath.
Storm however, was not. As they got deeper, Storm began to feel lightheaded, and her lungs started to burn. There was no way Sorcha was going to let her elder sister drown as she did not hesitate to invoke her septima. Sorcha got herself, and Storm out of the quicksand soon enough, just before Storm’s condition got worse. The Lady Azure Striker spat quicksand out of her mouth shortly after. “Are ye okay?” Asked Sorcha. “Dandy…” Storm said.
“Am I done now…? Can I take this thing off and wash up…?” She then asked. “Yeah, ye’re done.” Sorcha said, smiling. Storm made for the nearest lake, and Sorcha followed, but not before collecting their clothes. Sorcha got close to Storm as she washed the quicksand off herself, and the apron. “Hey…” Sorcha said. “Yes?” Storm replied. “Ye still love me?” Asked Sorcha. Storm smiled and nodded. “Are you kidding? We’re sisters!” She exclaimed.
The adepts soon shared a hug. Storm let go shortly after. “Still, how’re you going to explain to mother you used one of her aprons?” She then asked. “She’ll understand,” Said Sorcha. “Didn’t ye see that there was little mud on it?” She proceeded to ask. Storm looked at the apron, and soon nodded. “Ah yeah, it even resists mud and that sort of thing. Good move.” Said Storm. “Now let’s go home.” She said. “Aye, let’s.” Sorcha said as the two got dressed.
As they head home, they reflected on how this was a win-win situation. Storm earned an appreciation for quicksand, and Sorcha won payback for the times Storm harassed her without warning. All was good for these two, but would Sorcha ever subjugate Storm to this swamp again? That remains to be seen.
Storm, Sorcha, Eupraxia, Khalnore (Mentioned Only), Myself: Me