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Snores.

You are making it your personal goal to annoy me, aren’t you.

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Thank you! It's a pleasure to meet you too Diego-san. What do you like to do?

San? Or d1d you mean sun?

Should 1 perhaps put a sun after your name too or? }:'o

Oh, and 1 have plenty of hobb1es! 1 enjoy summon1ng (and just talk1ng w1th an1mals), tell1ng stor1es, play1ng w1th k1ds, g1v1ng free r1des and bas1cally there's probably plenty more that 1 can't th1nk of at the moment, heh.

What about yourself?

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Why are you doing this?

With a quick glance you examine the scars and the visible bruises you had on your body. As 80% out of them were caused by the Grand Highblood from your timeline. Still, the only bandaged bruise you had was on your stomach. His huge spiked club nearly killed you back then until... well, it was no longer important, so you thought. Plus you weren't going to meet that douche ever again - the only Highbloods you've ran into lately were too... weird. Plus you could act slightly more sympathetic towards those who experienced a loss like yours.

Following the directions he gave you, you arrived near his hive in no time. Once you land on your feet you come closer to the door and knock upon it. You were still slightly unsure about this meeting but, in some place it felt right.

Hey, 1t's me. 

Summoner.

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Yawns. }:'u

I would )(ave a row wit)( you. But I don’t want to get my claws dirty.

I can’t say I am enjoying t)(e way you are pricking at me. Wit)( t)(e way t)(ings are going I will )(ave you dead wit)(in t)(e next few )(ours.

Per)(aps I will mail your )(ead to t)(e )(ig)(blood. Lord know’s )(e )(as a better place for it in )(is )(ive. 

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Hello! I'm Aya Natsume. What's yor name?

Aya, huh?

A pretty name sure su1ts a beaut1ful lady.

1'm mostly known around as the Summoner but you may call me D1ego.

D1ego Castro.

1t's a pleasure to meet you, m1ss Aya.

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"G1ve me one reason w)(y 1 s)(ouldn't k1ll you r1g)(t now."

K1ll you.

R1ght now.

You wanna fuck1ng go, f1sh b1tch?

F1rst of all - threats from the ha1ry hags 1s sooooo last sweep. So you have all the bl1ngee and the Empress, a1n't mean you are the sh1t 1f all you do 1s talk1n', doll.

Secondly - because deep down 1ns1de

you love me. 

That's why you shouldn't k1ll me r1ght now. }:'*

Pick up lines. W)(at a nice entrance. I don’t t)(ink I like you very muc)(. Give me one reason w)(y I s)(ouldn’t kill you rig)(t now.

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deadlyprongs

1'm crav1ng some bacon.

Wanna str1p?

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Oooh. 1 got you now.

1s th1s where you're h1d1ng your weed stash? 1 should have known.

Why bother and do drugs when you can do me...

buckingbull started following you

HEY MOTHERFUCKER, don’t touch my shit AND I’M SURE we can stay on good terms

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Oh please, 1 beg to d1ffer.

The pleasure 1s all m1ne, doll. }:')

How's 1t go1ng?

buckingbull started following you.

I’m pleased to meet you, Summoner. 

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1s steal1ng your weed wacker 1s be1ng 1ncluded 1n the "don't touch my sh1t" command or...

buckingbull started following you

HEY MOTHERFUCKER, don’t touch my shit AND I’M SURE we can stay on good terms

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Oh well you could go on for quite a while with that. Teasing him was funner than anything basically - his reactions were satisfying enough for your taste. Bouncing once more you make sure to grind your rump slightly against his crotch. Your wings flutter a tad and you continue to smile.

1 can make you vom1t gl1tter for weeks.

But 1f that bugs you so much 1 could always... go...

You flap your wings and begin to slowly scoot back from the Highblood.

… you smug bastard of a fairy.

The pressure on your crotch disappears, and you sigh in relief— only to grunt as he bounces down on your lap, grumbling a low curse as you try to calm yourself down. Pushing him down and fucking his nook is tempting, but you rather have him give in first.

… heh, you really are a little firefly, aren’t you? i swear i’ll be sparkling if i continue being near you. 

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You smile slyly and shake your head a little, giving the other an innocent look.

1 don't have any 1dea.

Slowly - after hearing his remark that is, you remove your heel from his crotch and bounce in purpose in his lap, your palms grind against his legs. After you made yourself a bit more comfortable you then shrugged, your wings flinching a little and shake some bronze pixie-dust off of them.

}:'?

You’re so careful with his wings, keeping your touch light and minding your claws. Destroying them, or harming them in any way would certainly destroy the small moment you have here, and you don’t want to piss him off the wrong way. 

He nips on your tongue, and you shiver, and his hand is on your thigh. And honestly, by now his foot is getting rather hard to ignore, so you suppose that you can give him what he wants, letting out a soft groan as you arch your back ever so slightly. 

hh— i think you know quite well what will happen if you continue like this, mm, dear?

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Haha, compar1ng me to my alternates? So soon? 1 do prom1se that 1 am no any d1fferent than most of them. ... ha. Well aren't you a creat1ve one. Unfortunately no. 1 am just l1ke many of my alternates or so 1 bel1eve, 1 have the normal k1nd of butterfly w1ngs.

You are such the jester. And to th1nk that 1 had come up w1th the sh1tt1est jokes sweeps ago 1n order to make H1ghbloods laugh... 1'll be honest w1th you and w1ll say r1ght away that 1 have never seen a w1zard, not even once 1n my ent1re l1fe. Amporas? What do they have to do on the matter? The Ampora from my t1mel1ne was a self1sh pr1ck that cared about noth1ng but h1s bulge and quadrants. The last th1ng 1 w1ll ever do 1s to stroke the1r ego. Eugh.

Stable.

Stable and H1ghblood are not th1ngs that go well 1n one sentence.

Unless you have a mo1ra1l to calm you the fuck down whenever you become a l1ttle b1t unstable. And wh1le 1 don't care much about whoever you have 1n your quadrants-

May 1 quest1on 1f you have a mo1ra1l?

1'm a rather easy-go1ng although 1'm most certa1nly not the fr1endl1est towards h1ghbloods as most of them are so sp1neless... but 1f you w1ll behave maybe 1 w1ll cons1der the comradesh1p.

Whoa there fr1end 1 th1nk you need to slow down.

Bros before hoes.

You a1n't gonna see my rump unt1l a further note.

(Fr1endly rem1nder that 1 drown 1n ocean of b1tches thanks to my f1rm ass and t1ght pants.)

(Hot.)

(B1tches.)

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Now, that is a switch.  Most of your alternates hate when I give them nicknames.  I guess they just can’t handle the truth, since all the Summoners I’ve come across have wings that remind me of butterflies.  Though as you said, I don’t know you, so your wings could be made of black sludge and feathers for all I know.  Thank you for that deep scarring mental image of me in a motherfucking tutu.  More scarring when you add the damn glitter throwing.  Most likely going to be a nightmare of mine tonight.

> Fairy-God lusus?  Not only the image of you doing that would scar you, but you with a wand as well?  Did you happen to be Dualscar because from what you remembered, even Dualscar was scared of you.

Please keep the wizarding world of the Amporas out of this.  No need to give them an ego boost.

I seem pretty stable do I not?

If we ever become comrads, I might just have to see if I’m still alive.  Dying of shock I mean, is what would happen, I’m sure.  But it wouldn’t be unwelcomed, having a comrade.

How do I know your ass is fine if I have yet to see it?  For all I know it could be bony and a bit on the scrawny side.  

Bitch please.

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You flop your wings as close as possible to your back, one of the flinches at the touch. You knew that he won't rip out your wings since he told you already times and times before that you looked better with them. There was no need to fear. However, you still couldn't help it much from past experiences with Highbloods.

Tilting your head you try to avoid his hand that played with the bell that was attached to your ear. Before letting go off of his tongue, you give it a small nibble on the tip of it. You shake quickly your hands off from the saliva and proceed to paw at his thighs with wet hands, stomping lightly at his crotch now only to stomp as hard as you can the next moment.

Oh now he’s just doing that on purpose. You bite back a low groan at the feeling of his heel against your crotch, and the next moment, he’s holding your tongue, and you taste your own blood. Faint, but enough to make something spark inside of you, eyes widening ever so slightly.

… You can’t really talk like this, can you? Oh well— Your floppy ears perk right up at the sound of a bell, and you glance towards the ear. And much like a meowbeast, you move your hand over to it, playing with the bell, in meanwhile your other hand slides around, him, ever so lightly tracing the edge of his wings with a finger. 

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Had to be done

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1s 1t just me or 1s 1t gett1ng a l1ttle ch1lly around...