51 Drunk Fairy and Future Consequences (1/2)

Elanor downs a bottle of spirit alcohol as she tells the story of the battle with the wolf to the kids. ”It wasn't a big deal. A wolf-like this is nothing!” she says while pointing at the ribs of the wolf.

Franklin looks at Elanor with wide-eyed excitement. ”How did you hunt it? Was it hard to track?” he asks.

”It's easy when you're as attractive as me!” she boasts while hitting her chest. ”The beast jumped out and said, please eat me,” she explains with a toothy smile.

”Why does it want to be eaten?” Donna wonders as she clings on to Elanor's leg.

Elanor scrunches her forehead in contemplation as she says, ”I don't know maybe dogs are just dumb?”

Laurel suspiciously asks, ”what did it do when it jumped out?”

”It just bit my breast for some reason. I'm not its mom. I was going to ignore the weakling, but I was running out of time, and it was so insistent on being eaten. I couldn't disappoint it could I?” Elanor rambles. Her eyes are glassy, and her mind is only half there.

Donna grabs Elanor's breast tenderly and questions worriedly, ”Did you get an owie?”

”No of course not!” she responds while patting the girls head. ”I just smashed it into a tree with my breast,” she explains while laughing.

”No way? They look so soft how could they not get hurt?” Laurel asks. She covers her mouth in shock while looking at the mountains on Elanor's chest.

Franklin's face turns bright red as he covers his eyes. This isn't the story he'd expected.

”What? I'm 100% muscle and can control every part of me. Here,” She states as she picks up Donna and sits her on her breast.

Donna straddles the peak that suddenly turns hard than stone. Before any of the children can make sense of it, Donna starts getting bucked about by the mysterious mountain. ”Woah,” Donna squeals.

”See?” Elanor gloats as she pokes Laurel and Donna with an empty wine bottle. ”But you guys aren't awesome like me so you'd better be careful!”

”Hey, it's time for bed kids!” Marsha hollers. She was designated to take care of the kids. Thus she didn't drink too much and was still coherent. The kids reluctantly went to their homes. Franklin went to Gregory's to not interrupt his mom and Arron.

As the moon rises high into the sky and everyone settled into bed, Elanor jumps up the hill and sits next to John. She sips some more alcohol and looks up at the moon. Her cheeks rosy and her clothes in disarray creates an enticing scene that one may hide under their bed.

”You're boring,” Elanor complains.

John shakes in surprise. ”I don't...”

”Stop being a bush it's boring bushes are dumb!” Elanor spits out. She abruptly stands and stumbles to the boulder-filled with Stone Porcupine shoots. ”I want this,” she pouts pointing at the boulder.

The boulder had turn red since the Stone Porcupine plant sucked the mercenaries blood. The rock has become harder than steel, and the needle-like protrusions could easily penetrate flesh.

John thinks for a bit before asking, ”What do you mean you want it?”

Elanor turns around furiously her curves catching up later causing her body to shake alluringly. ”I want to smash people with it! If I can't I'll smash you with this dumb cow!” she rants to the beleaguered bush.

Joe's head pokes up, ”moouu?” he asks worriedly.

After considering the request to use it as a weapon and the risk of a double homicide John shakes in affirmation. ”Sure I'll give it a try. But since it's made up of living material, you'll need a living interspatial item to hold it. The boulder will take up a lot of space. If the Stone Porcupine dies, it'll become brittle and worthless,” he explains to the drunk fairy.

”BLAH BLAH BLAH. Shut up. Stupid bush thinks it's so smart who do you think I am? I'm Elanor Harlyn. I got all that stuff,” she states in a drunken rage. She then flops down on to the fat back of Joe and passes out.

John sighs and points at Joe. ”You better be careful how you move I won't save you from being breakfast if you wake her up,” he warns.

Joe quietly snorts as it tries to stay as still as possible. With that the night of fun and jolly passes.

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