Oddball

The father-son thief team cut through the musty air of the unexplored upper levels in Osohe Castle with their newest team member keeping step. Kumatora remained ever-steadfast towards completing her objective in the old castle, despite the two tag-alongs she encountered along the way. The ragtag crew blazed through every enemy the castle had put before them, disregarding all warning and logic for the sake of the treasure that rested in the deepest part of Osohe Castle. All the speed and might the combined man, princess, and moron of a son could manage came to a screeching halt once the three laid eyes on a curious room of seemingly living brooms brushing away.

One by one, each of the team slowed into a careful speed, shuffling their feet along the dusty stone floor instead of mercilessly stomping down like before. Wess led the way with back pressed firmly to the gray wall, hoping to evade even so much as the dust the brooms kicked up. Duster followed close behind his father, wall staples at the ready should a broom wander too closely. Kumatora followed the men, her breath held tight in her lungs with the tension of the situation. Slowly but surely, the group inched along the room while the brooms continued their work with increasing pace and more erratic motions. Duster bit his lip as the sounds of sweeping grew louder as he approached the middle of the room.

Wess' eyes squinted tightly as he sensed his foolish son's burdensome apprehension. Almost reflexively, the old father broke the steady formation to completely face Duster. Rising from the wall, Wess took a firm fatherly stance a step too close to a particularly frantic broom. Before the first idiot could let fly, Wess found himself standing in rank garbage instead of the broom room. Duster lost his composure like father and was letting wall staples loose with a panicked yell in and effort to not follow Wess. As Duster came down from the fear, he found himself in the center of a quiet, unkempt stone room.

Duster found the silence refreshing for all of two seconds until Kumatora cursed up a storm from the ceiling above him. Feigning ignorance, the odd man attempted to stroll from the room without incident and continue without his father or the princess. A hail of smooth stone and broken staples soon blocked his path as an enraged and annoyed Kumatora savagely broke free from her bonds with all her strength and imposed her body between Duster and the rubble.

Duster again pretended not to hear a word and stared through the pink-haired princess and her debris to an imagined field of sunflowers. It was a serene place far away from all the daily loud berating with Duster in the bright sunshine at the center of it all. He was at peace in the tall flowers. He was relaxed.

Then he was jilted loose.

Duster threw wall staples every which way he could and shred through hundreds of precious flowers with each use. Sweat dripped from his forehead with the effort and the quickly rising dry heat from a now angry sun, his heart racing from the sudden jolt he felt before. Then, with an audible rush of wind blasting through his ears, he was back in a musty tranquil room.

Kumatora struggled at the new staples Duster stupidly placed on her again. All she did was grab the son's arm to make sure he was paying attention to her tirade and he freaks out like he wasn't expecting it and staples her to the wall worse than before. The princess had a longer and angrier speech lined up once the staple across her face was torn off. Her brow only furrowed as she found herself too tired from the last set of staples to break off these. With a yell forming at the back of her throat, her eyes darted around the room for Duster. It was only until she felt a bush of hair rise up her skirt that she found a reason to look down and find the son absurdly up her dress.

Duster smelled sunflowers.

Naturally, he followed the scent to the source in Kumatora's cotton panties and found himself nose deep in the princess' garments. He took one deep inhale in only to have his nose hit by an angry pelvic bone. Duster glanced upward to find Kumatora chewing through steel in an attempt to get her voice back. The odd man let his mouth hang as he realized the implications of the princess getting her yelling voice back and darted into his thief kit for anything that could make up for the last of his staples.

Kumatora ignored the painful dents she was making in her teeth by forcing them through solid steel; she had to bellow some sense into Wess' idiot son about literally sticking his bulbous nose where it doesn't belong. With the taste of metal shavings on her tongue and sharp shards digging into her gums every which way, she tried to let her first curse salvo on Duster. All the odd man heard was bellows of laughter erupt from the princess once his tickle stick was firmly in hand and at work.

Kumatora's body jived uncontrollably as uproarious laughter quaked through her. With one hand keeping the tickle stick, another keeping the princess' crotch steady, and a damp nose once again enveloped in the scent of sunflowers, Duster was as composed and calm as he could be. It was only though convenience and a plot hole that the rope snake butt his head into the whole mess then.

The rope snake felt a shiver in his red scales at the sight that greeted him outside the thief tools bag. A helpless little thing getting felt up by "What's that idiot boy doing?" Duster, without Wess in sight no less. The snake slithered his way around to get a better look. He found a pink haired girl stapled up laughing with the tickle stick on her with full force. The rope snake slithered to Duster's side to find the odd man without a care in the world and a faint sunflower scent around him. The snake continued to gather information with a coil around Kumatora's leg and a closer peek at her wet panties, an idea slowly beginning to form in his head.

The rope snake acted quickly with the advantage of knowing Duster's history and slid the princess' underwear off with a courage for invading personal space that the odd man didn't have. Gently taking a plain edge of the panties in his mouth and with a quick slide back to the ground, the rope snake offered the sunflower-scented fabric to Duster, who took it eagerly in one hand and quietly wandered to a far side of the room to get lost even deeper inside his simple world. Freed from Duster's use of the tickle stick, Kumatora cursed with all the forced back rage she unleash in Duster's direction as the rope snake's normal friendly grin became a wicked sneer.

The rape snake adored this rare chance to be himself without Duster or Wess cramping his style or ruining the mood. He coiled himself around Kumatora's leg, unabashed anymore about constantly eyeing the too tight pink pussy at the top of his climb. No matter how hard the princess' leg tried to shake, the wall staple kept the force needed to throw the amoral snake at bay. The only hindrance the snake would find was feeling hot while moving over Kumatora's boiling blood, but he did not slow when sexual satisfaction was on the line. Reaching the apex of his flesh-lined climb, the rape snake pressed the tip of his head into the wet folds of the princess' cunt.

The snake felt comfortable for once on the dry islands once his head had fully and painfully entered Kumatora. His new wet cavern shook and contracted in on itself to the snake's discomfort, but he had been patient enough, so a few more minute to wait for his deserved reward was acceptable to a point. The rape snake slid into the princess formerly owned genitals scale by scale in a deliberately slow pace. The warmth of Kumatora's blood rushing around his cavern only spurred the snake onward, a tail wagging eagerly as it came in from the dry air into a moist home.