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“What,” asked Yutjaa, “is that smell Thumbs?” “It’s bat guano,” Ilya Thumbs said innocently, the young Elf stuck her tongue out concentrating on the tatau she was currently hammering into her own skin. She had been working on it every night of their trip. “Bat… shit?” Gurdy, tamped the gut strings o...

Disclaimer: This includes mild violence, punches may be thrown, and rude language, such as "Fussock" and "Shag Bag". Oh my! I will post chapter by chapter in this thread. https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/52051787807_73e361f29f_z.jpg ----------------------------- …George IV ru...

2 Emily hesitated, unsure what she was going to do. Then she snatched the Vanilla Sponge cake from Freddie’s hand and pressed it into the girl’s comely face. Frederica arched her head, flailing her arms as she was pushed backward. She blinked through the butter icing and looked down at her dress. “W...

3 Emily’s song changed once she saw Frederica wasn’t just going to walk away and cry. “Perhaps I acted disproportionately Freddie, I’m sure Jessamyn’s launderers will be able to repair the dress. ” “I think nothing of your blasted dress!” Frederica closed the distance between them. She laid her hand...

4 “This is a receipt for that sucker punch! ” Freddie pulled Emily’s head down and ruthlessly thrust a knee up into the girl’s belly. “Oh no! Poor Emily!” Ms. Winche said worriedly. “Huuuurg!” A grunt came from somewhere deep inside Emily’s slender frame. The impact of Freddie’s knee against her sof...

5 “Faith! Somebody help me!” Emily pleaded as she lay on her belly riding a runaway drink cart. Her blonde hair fell down her face in two golden curly ribbons. The pretty girl's cheeks were scarlet from the many slaps she had endured to the face during her fight with Frederica. A brawl she had fooli...

6 Emily considered the hand of her opponent, the fire within her slowly burning out. With a sigh, she accepted Freddie’s hand and pulled herself out of the pond. She did not release her hand though… …Instead, she tugged Freddie in close and curled a punch into the scrawny girl’s stomach. Freddie’s e...

7 “Ms. Stickles!” Cried Ms. Brightley. “Are you alright?” Emily’s friends helped her sit up straight. She looked over herself for injury but found nothing that would amount to more than a bruise. “Oh, poor Emily! I would just die if I lost my garments in front of all these eligible men!” Declared Ms...

8 The two girls were a magnificent sight. Their dainty, naked bodies appeared to float for a brief instant. They fell the height of a tall man, then landed prostrate, stretched out with their pretty faces planted in the mire. Directly they rolled over onto their backs freshly winded, wrapping their ...

9 “... and they’re back to pulling each other's hair,” Gerard said, sounding bored. “Let go of me!” Emily screeched. The mud-soaked girls were on their knees and digging their claws into each other’s tangled matted locks. “I’ll let go when you let go!” Freddie wailed. This was the most physical acti...