Deacon finds himself pulled into battle with a voluptuous, violent Orca. Will the handsome priest find victory, or will he washed away by Great Storm Arashi?
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Art by jiji-sama
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Port Bernese, 13:15. The southern border of Charlottesburg gave way to this bustling port town. With a land full of beasts and men, the sea continued to have strange, edible creatures that ranged from the common food to rare delicacies. The strongest seafarers walked these streets, and they made sure to let everyone know how tough they were, sea OR land. Whether it be tests of strength, intimidation, or the number of partners they've had since docking, Port Bernese was quickly deemed as a 'Hooligan's Paradise'. Such a title was embraced, and all knew that the sea-farers were the toughest around.
However, even the greatest sailor pauses when they sense a change in weather. When a dark shadow is cast, the men became uneasy. When the water rises, so did the sailor's adrenaline. When the tides rose and threatened the ships, the sailors prepared for the worst. When they heard the booming sound of thunder, they knew it was inevitable - the Storm was here.
"I want all of you punks to clear the area! I've got a fight lined up, and if any of you mess it up, I mess YOU up!"
The day had been positively gorgeous. Only a speck of clouds touched this beautiful blue sky. Such a beautiful day was perfect for a day at the beach, or an outdoor meal. For Deacon, he laments his luck that he would be doing neither of those things. His afternoon entertainment was apparently going to be at Port Bernese.
"Andale, Deacon!" shouted Beza, his Iguana friend. "La Bruta said she'd be hangin' out here in the port!" For his part, Deacon followed behind her at a snail's pace. The unsavory looks from the sailors could rival his own, which was more of a disappointed frown than the intimidating glares he was getting.
"I still can't believe you're dragging me into this." Deacon mused. It was hard to say no to a woman who could lift you with little difficulty. Turning on a heel, Beza walked backwards, crossing her arms under chest as she grinned.
"What, and let that Orca act like hot shit and push you around at work? Ni hiblar, Deacon, you gotta grab that bitch by the dorsal fin and drag 'er in the dirt!"
The brutality of that statement made Deacon wince. He had forgotten how heated Beza can be when Justice was on the line. He was moments away from making a comment until his eyes saw a crowd behind Beza. With a turn, she dashed to the group of men, shouting at them to clear a path.
"¡Apártense, el campeón está aquí!"
The group of salty sea dogs, and other sea creatures, looked Beza's way, before doing what was told. They were expecting them, or more accurately, SHE was expecting them.
"I knew it," mused the Orca as she rose from her seat of stacked crates. "You wanted to test your might against the mighty Arashi!" Arashi, the Storm of Port Bernese, was an intimidating figure. At 7 feet tall, she was taller than most people in this country, let alone Port Bernese. Size wasn't the only thing she had - a quick glance could tell anyone that Arashi was built STRONG. A good layer of fat was keeping the muscle behind it well protected, and Arashi was definitely proud of this fact given her attire. If anyone else were to wear a bellt with a heart buckle on it as their only top, complete with daisy dukes that doesn't reach past their thighs, it'd be considered 'hunting season' for the residents of Port Bernese. In Arashi's case, it was a challenge to anyone foolish enough to try her.
Deacon was that fool today, but only by Arashi's insistence. The voluptuous sea mammal promised to cause trouble at his workplace until he accepted her...'request'. Before he could manage to talk her down, Beza accepted for Deacon, and everyone agreed that it would be enough. Now, the young priest was in the middle of a street next to a bar, full of sailors ready to see a bloodbath.
"Arashi, was it?" Deacon began as he finally confronted the Orca. "Listen, I don't mean to cause any disappointments but I really don't want to fight you." She smirked, showing her sharp, bone rending teeth. Ever the supportive one, Beza gave Deacon a shout of encouragement.
"¡No dejes que ella te asuste! ¡Golpéala!
The sailors surrounding them (That understood her anyway) agreed - they didn't want to talk, they wanted to see violence. Deacon shot Beza a dirty look, but the Iguana gave him a thumbs-up of confidence. Reassuring. The sound of thunder brought Deacon back to Arashi as she stomped infront of him. Adjusting his glasses, he noticed how big a difference 5 inches were as he looked up to see Arashi's grinning face, and her nigh-uncovered chest in his view.
"Why? Think you're better than me? Or are ya finding out how little your magic can actually do?" The taunts were getting to Deacon. His brow furrowed as he was being disrespected by her, and the crowd around him. Their not-so-subtle whispers were getting under his scales, and Deacon knew it was time to abstain. He backed away, and turned around to walk off.
"Think what you want, but I'm afraid this is over. We can find some other way to-"
"¡Ten cuidado!"
The outburst brought Deacon out of his speech. His tail trembled, and the fin on his head felt a sudden pressure in the air, and it was coming for him. His serpent reflexes made his body twist to the left, avoiding a large, white-knuckled fist hurtling his way. It finally touched down, hitting the ground beneath, and causing the crowd to gasp as a small tremor rumbled beneath their feet. Sweat was rolling down Deacon's scales as he put distance between him and the large Orca. A snort escaped Arashi's blowhole as she pulls her hand out of the ground, shaking her hand.
"Gomen ne," Arashi said, who looked his way with a wicked grin. "You're gunna show me some magic, or I'm showin' you to a hospital bed."
Deacon adjusts his glasses, steeling himself as he mentally prepared for the battle. With no way to escape, Deacon breathed deeply as he prepared to defend himself. His hands were raised, held out infront of him in a defensive stance. This pleased Arashi, as she took a step forward. "Yeah, good!" shouted Arashi, pulling her arm back and clenching her fist. "That's what I like to see!!"
The punch she threw launched forward like a speeding locomotive. The right arm of the Orca was aiming for Deacon's face, but it would hit nothing as Deacon sprang into action. He weaves away from the punch, and uses hi arm to push against her own. It didn't move her, but it was enough to move him out of the way, and still keep her off balance. The successful parry caused Arashi to gasp as she stumbled, nearly bowling over some bystanders. Her head turned back to Deacon, her bone-rending teeth flashing with her snarl.
"Hey!" She shouts. "Where's the magic?! I know you can whip around water like a whip! Use it, unless you wanna die!!"
Deacon growls in his throat. To be deemed as a magic user was outright wrong, and it always gets him some curious stares. He adjusts his glasses, keeping his distance as he keeps her in his sights.
"I only use it if it's necessary..."
His genuine response prompted a genuine anger. "Ohh, I get it," she mused calmly. She raised her hands and cracked her knuckles, before running at him with her right hand raised. "You think you're better than me!! I'LL KICK YOUR ASS!"
The thunderous foot steps echoed with the roars of both the Orca and the Crowd. Deacon feels the waves of her approach in his body as he tenses for the wake of this woman's fury. Her punch sails like freight ship rolling down a tidal wave, and like the water itself, Deacon carries her fist forward. Strike after strike catch the air as Deacon's grasp of martial arts parries, redirects, and ultimately deflects Arashi's Brawl-focused haymakers. The sailors were now the quieter ones as Beza's cheers were filling the air. They all know how deadly those punches were, but what they didn't know was how easy this snake-man could weave through them. Arashi was the force of nature, but this snake was weaving through her like water!
"Ugh!" grunted the panting Orca. "Stop...MOVING!"
She was the storm, so why wasn't she bowling over this guy? All he did was just evade her attacks, and he wasn't breaking a sweat! For the first time, Arashi had felt something she never had before: Doubt. With a punch whiffing against theagile snake, she began to feel the pressure emenating from the snake. He was behind her, and she was panting for air. This was his chance to take her down. Such an idea made her scream, clenching her fist and swinging for a backfist, and once again she hits nothing. Feeling her lose balance, Arashi gasps, seeing this blue snake man move in, eyes focused, and ready. Was this it...? was she going to lose?!
WHAM!!
The crowd gasped collectively. Arashi stumbled on her feet...and blinked. She wasn't the one struck - it was Deacon, who hadn't taken account of Arashi's heavy bosom following her momentum. His eyes were rolling from the dazing impact, groaning as he blinked, and reached for his glasses to check on them.
"Well," Deacon groaned. "Nothing broken."
The chuckles of the sailors showered Deacon with embarrassment, but he's rather glad that he didn't feel a fist collide with his face. Arashi wanted to change that; she grabs deacon by his shoulder, lifting him off his feet. The sailors cheered for violence, whole Beza gasped in worry of Deacon's safety. Feeling Arashi's strength, Deacon began to thrash as he attemoted to pull her hand off to no avail.
"You," panted the exhausted Orca, frustration all over her face. "You're one helluva snake!! First you sneak around my punches, THEN you cop a feel of my boobs!"
The hoisted sea snake's brow raised in shock from her accusation. "I-I'd never do something so crass! Especially to a fierce fighter like yourself-AGH!" Arashi's hand tightened its grasp, eliciting a hiss from the pained priest.
"You liar!" She exclaimed, pulling Deacon's snout to hers. "I saw you! Your eyes were all over me! I bet you're thinking of all the twisted shit you'd do to me, just like everyone else!!"
Arashi's blowhole snorts as her anger flares. She rose her fist up, preparing a haymaker to lay this priest out.
"But that's okay! Fantasize all you want, because I'm giving you a reality check!!"
The storm had reached its apex. The control Deacon had was capsized entirely, and his life very well may be in danger. In silence, he prays to Tlalocoatl's protection before addressing the Killer Whale.
"I...I can not lie. You are indeed alluring, and it's matched by your ferocious power!"
Deacon's gills flexed as he gathered his breath. Arashi, silently surprised that he easn't begging for his life, listened to the snake go on.
"Nnh. You are a truly blessed woman to have such beauty and brawn. H-honestly, I...I am sad we had to fight. I would have liked getting to know you better..."
This gave the orca some pause. She was used to people kissing her ass when she wins, but there was something different about this one. In the midst of imminent pain, he wasn't making pleas for his life, or trying to forge a sneak attack. He just tried to escape her grasp, all while saying, essentially, that he thought she was cool.
"...You want to 'get to know me' ?" For but a brief moment, Deacon saw the eye of the storm as the massive woman hesitated. Her eyebrows furrowed as she glared into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit.
"Of course," Deacon answered. "You're the first Orca I've met. Despite the, ah, circumstances, I'd still be happy to speak with you," he paused, smiling sheepishly before continuing. "W-well, so long as you don't break my face..."
Aside from the murmurs from the crowd, and Beza's insistence of giving Arashi "THE ICE COLD STUNNER", the arena fell silent. Everyone had something to prove here in Port Bernese; Someone had to be the the best Seafarer. Someone had to be the greatest cook. Someone had to be the Strongest. This slender, blue priest didn't seem to care about that. He didn't care about the Storm at all. He wanted to see Her!
Deacon was lowered, and so was her fist. Everyone looked with shock and awe as the powerful Orca stopped fighting. She knew how to handle heavy packages and a whole gang of angry sailors, but opening up to a total stranger who wanted nothing but good intentions with her? She was like a little guppy fending off the Mastodon.
"Arashi, right? My name's Deacon."
He extends her hand, which caused her to flinch. Sensing her discomfort, he rolled his hand back.
"If you'd like," Deacon said with a gentle smile. "We can meet again. I can even show you my 'magic'."
The Storm only knew of violence to get your way - it was the only thing she knew. Upon hearing that she'd get what she wanted, a demonstration of magic, without having to fight had washed the Storm away, leaving Arashi staring at Deacon with eyes as bright as the Sun.
"YOU WILL?!"
Her exuberence had caught Deacon off guard. He nodded to her, but as soon as he did, he was picked up and hugged into her bosom!
"OH, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LONG I WANTED TO SEE MAGIC! REAL MAGIC!! IT ALWAYS LOOKED COOL IN THE CIRCUS BUT I WANNA SEE THAT REAL STUFF! ACTUAL, WATER-BENDING MAGIC!"
As Arashi squeal in delight, Deacon groans in pain as her tight squeeze made the enjoyment of her heavy bosom impossible. The crowd, utterly flabbergasted by this result, didn't know if anyone won the bet. Beza's jaw was on the floor. Literally everyone was left speechless or unfulfilled. All except Arashi, who was more than happy to not have to fight for something.
