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11-02-03, for cmsix
I'm Only Here For The Birthday Spanking
The Birthday Satyr sat in the darkest corner of La Taverna, alone. Muttering. Cursing quietly but intensely, if anyone ventured near enough to discern meaning from the growled oaths. Nobody had, lately … even a near miss from a hoof to the shins hurts.
After all, it's been almost forever since he “retired.” He doesn't get to make “official” birthday announcements anymore, and he can't afford all the nice things he used to have. Things like paternity suit insurance. Things like lawyers to avoid harrassment suits.
He's surprised to find someone standing next to his table. He looks...
She's clad in thigh-high leather boots with 4-inch heels that draw one's attention to her shapely calves and sinuous legs. That leads the eye to a wide leather belt... make that a micro-mini skirt festooned with studs and chain -dangling chain being the only thing providing any concealment.
If the eye can make it beyond that, it will take in the bustier/corset affair that seems to serve as a shelf more than a binder for the copious evidence of her mammalian origins. (Those whose brows reside higher on their foreheads disdain mention of actual numbers - 44DD in this case - and necessitate the flowery description provided.)
In fact, those floridly described features at one time saved half the men in ASSD, by preventing actual eye contact with this former candidate for temporary Birthday Announcement Duty. Some of the women, too, of course. Others who attempted to make Disapproving Eye Contact found themselves hardened against her. So to speak. (Even many of those who DIDN'T make eye contact find themselves hardened.)
Recognize the description? The Satyr did. And began to panic, since he lacked his Oakley shades to protect himself.
“What are you doing here? The Nymph is back…in fact, she got my old job in the bargain.”
“Oh, I'm not here to announce anything,” she replied.
“No? Then why?”
“I heard it was cmsix's turn.” She snapped her whip with a resounding CRACK! “I'm here to help with the birthday spankings.” Only some fancy maneuvering avoided having her 4-inch pump planted in the Satyr's crotch.
He inadvertantly looked her in the eyes... and was shocked to see a new “do.” The Mongoose had apparently cost her the old “dread” locks. Now she sported an attractive brunette coif. Still, the pointed glare made him look down. “Love the new look,” he mumbled.
“That's not important. When does the Nymph do her thing? I need to get in line first, before Katie, Hecate, celia, and Aphrodite use him up.” The whip CRACKed again. She needs to get all that 'Happy Birthday cmsix' crap out of the way.“
“Actually, you may have just done it, whether you intended to or not.”
“Good. Fetch the birthday boy. I want him tied over that table in five minutes.”
…Birthday Satyr (Has nothing whatever to do with wishing anyone happy actual birthdays, and can't be held responsible for what the Birthday Troll forces me to do! Void where prohibited by lore.)
