Epic Of Bee Chapter 33
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I walked with my arm linked in Leah's, but I had no idea where I was going.
"Do you know where the boys live?" I asked, looking up at Leah.
"Yes, I met with their wives yesterday. Their house is at the entrance to the village. It's over on the east side of the village where we entered from. I don't know if we will be able to steal the boys today," Leah told me as she guided me.
"What? Why wouldn't they be able to?" I asked, confused.
"They probably forgot, but tonight is their watch, so they need to get rest tonight. The girls were telling me about it yesterday and said that they probably forgot. We don't need them; I can protect you," Leah said, stopping us.
"I guess so, but I will have to fly low, I said, letting go of Leah's arm and turning to her.
"I was thinking about that. I could just carry you on my back," Leah explained as we started to walk out of the village.
"You mean to ride on your tail? I guess that would work since you don't have wings, and I would have to worry about air dangers, and...oof!" I was cut off as I was lifted into the air by Leah.
She lifted me gently overhead, and then I slid down her back to rest on her tail. I took hold of her waist, but then Leah pulled my arms around her and then placed them over her big honkers, pinning them in place.
"You don't mind holding my sandbags in place? They fly all over the place when I run, and if I don't hold them down, I'm scared I might knock myself out, hehe," Leah joked as I pointed in the direction that we wanted to go.
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I wasn't the type to argue about things like this, and her sandbags were in good hands. Leah was right though, none of the people wore any clothing, and the only kind that I had heard about was the suit to deal with the Cockatrice.
Leah took off running, and it was fast. Far faster than when I flew, but I needed to hold on to Leah's bongo drums.
I was sure that I heard a couple small moans come out of her each time I needed to get a better grip. This was fine and all, and Messia told me I could mess around with whomever I wanted, but I saw the way she and Riza looked at each other.
There were more than enough women of other races for me to taste test, so I put the sounds that she made out of my head. They were probably involuntary noises, and it was time to get my head back into the game.
There weren't many trees, just open plains, so it was nice to see the skunk village after only a twenty-minute speed run.
I looked ahead, and then I saw the giant glaring problem I had forgotten about called the river. I could fly across it, but it was almost twenty meters wide, but Leah showed no signs of stopping, and I gripped onto Leah's mud-flaps like there was no tomorrow.
I buried my face into the back of her neck and gripped tightly with all four hands as we leapt into the air. As we did, Leah let out a long "eeyah!" as we sailed through the air that I tried my best to ignore.
I bet she made some crazy noises in bed, and I would have to keep that in mind when we got the Hive up and floating. She and Riza will need soundproof, but I need to get my head into the game, again.
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Leah landed with grace and then kept on running, and I pointed her in the direction of Miasma's hut on the east side of town. The village was filled with Skunk Folk moving around and seeing to tasks, and some were talking.
I didn't think that these people were terrible, but I would need to figure out how to get them to stop dumping in the river. The problem was what to do with all of the spray waste?
When we got to the hut, Miasma wasn't around outside anywhere. Then Leah put me down to go check inside, but she wasn't there either.
"This is strange; I thought that she would have been here. I told her that I was coming back," I said, looking around, but then I noticed that there was a big crowd of skunk folk gathered at a big and weird-looking hut on the outside of town.
"I think it might have something to do with that crowd?" Leah asked me as we looked over, and I started to get a bad feeling about this.
I remembered what she had said about how her family and village had treated her, but I was worried about going over there. Queeny, is there anything that I can do right now?
Queen appeared in a puff near Leah, making her shout out.
"Hive God Bee Damned! Don't do that!" Leah said as she swatted ineffectively at Queeny.
"You will have to use your Champions Instinct to try and smoother the crowd, or send the Bee Brute in to go knock the stink out of them, but that might put you on rocky terms with…." Queeny explained, but I cut her off.
Okay," I said, and then I looked directly at Leah.
I hate, hate, hated bullies, and I got beat up more than one time trying to stick up for people, but that wasn't what was going to happen. Today, I was going to get to the bottom of this skunk problem, where they liked it or not, and I could see that Leah could feel my irritation.
"Leah, I hate to ask this of you, but," I started to say, but Leah's massive smile was covered by her vicious-looking mask that extended to cover her face.
"My Queen, I have been waiting to show you what I have learned in the short time since you gave me this new power!" Leah said with a muffled voice as she turned west to the village.
Hmmm, do I tell her not to kill them? I mean, she should know, right? Oh boy, what had I just unleashed?
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