258 Vol. 4 pt. 61 Patch 10.0 (2/2)
”Deal,” Serra says.
”Can you two not make deals like this without at least talking to the rest of us first?” Cassiel asks.
”You make it sound like it will be allowed anyways as long as we talk to you first,” Serra says.
”I – I didn't mean it to sound like that.”
”Did… did – was it planned to look for somebody like me before?” Azalabulia asks.
”You just kind of happened,” Serra answers.
”I think only Nell was planned, kind of,” Cassiel adds on.
”So we do plan… future partners?” Azalabulia asks.
”I do,” Serra says. ”The rest go along with me.”
”It was Fen who won Nell over, though,” Cassiel says.
”You're making it difficult for me to sound like the ringleader,” Serra says, looking up at Cassiel and pouting.
”You're the ringleader of being perverted. Not even Fen is as perverted as you, and Nell is only perverted in her fantasies.”
”I can live with this.”
”Hey,” Azalabulia says, ”where – where did he go?”
Serra and Cassiel look down.
The once-pained Fenrir is no longer rolling around and whining.
When they look up, they see him in the distance running toward where the creatures were last seen, and he's keeping his legs more spread out now as he runs.
”He looks funny,” Serra says.
”He's… ridiculous,” Cassiel says. ”Is he seriously this obsessed with… 'fluff?'”
Azalabulia holds her hair in front of her face to look at it. It's pretty poofy and there is enough hair to even rival his, but does it count as fluffy? Perhaps she should have focused less on making her in-game self boast sex appeal and focused more on being fluffy?
”Come on. Let's go make sure he doesn't get killed or castrated,” Cassiel says.
”Did you say castrated?” Serra asks, her expression far more serious now. ”Not. Allowed.”
The three girls take off after Fenrir, each one with different reasons for wanting to catch him.
Cassiel just wants him to stop being weird and harassing sheep creatures.
Serra refuses to let anything else happen to the most important parts on his body.
Azalabulia… is just going with the flow and doesn't want to be left out.
By the time they find Fenrir, they do not find a man who has been beaten, kicked, and castrated.
No.
Instead, they find a man who has somehow, away from their eyes, tamed the fluff.
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”I did it!” Fenrir shouts over to his girlfriends, wide eyes full of excitement and happiness as he strokes his hands through the wool of one of the creatures.
His girlfriends take a moment to pause and think about just how cute he looks from being so excited about petting fluffy sheep.
”How?” Cassiel asks.
”Well, I caught up again, and I grabbed on to pet, and I got kicked so I feel like dying right now, but I didn't let go this time and kept on petting until it realized that I'm friendly,” Fenrir explains, the pain in his voice now obvious to them.
The rest of the creatures are gathering around Fenrir to wait to be petted, too.
He's petting two of their heads with his hands while using his tail to attempt petting a third sheep's head.
”Fen, how much did they kick you?” Cassiel asks upon noticing just how bruised he looks.
”I'm still alive, aren't I?” Fenrir asks. ”Just because my vision is almost all black doesn't mean this wasn't worth it. The pain is definitely worth it.”
”Is your dick safe?” Serra asks.
”I don't know.”