Resident Sexy 4 Remistressed
Leon stopped to catch his breath.
“What’re ya buyin, stranger?” the merchant asked.
“Do you have any Ashley Repellent on you?” Leon begged.
“He doesn’t, but I have some mind-warping pheromones…” a sultry voice said.
“Ada?”
“Call me ‘Mistress’, handsome.”
“Selling ya mind, I see,” the merchant nodded, feeling dizzy. He could do that, too.
Back in September 26th, 2016, long before Spell… B-O-U-N-D was officially in existence, I wrote a take on Resident Evil 4 as part of Year 1 of this challenge. You could look for in in the archived pages but I’ll save you the trouble. The original fun romp went like this:
Resident Sexy 4
“LEON!”
“Geez, Ashley! Quiet down, please!”
“Look at this Illuminados Pendant I found. Pretty, right?”
“Very, but we have to keep moving. If that chainsaw guy finds us…”
“He’s gone to bingo. Your head is safe. Your mind on the other hand…”
“Ashley?”
“Look at the pendant, Leon. This game’s about to get even better…”Last year, I did a take on Resident Evil 5 as well. Seeing that one has a standalone entry on the site, I just gave you the link if you wish to check it out. I enjoy both games, but I prefer 4 and today I found myself thinking about the piece I had written, and what would happen if Leon ran away from Ashley. Having the merchant and Ada join the fun with some of their particular quips was the icing on the cake, alongside with the crazy title. Games get remastered all the time nowadays but there are no “Masters” when it comes to this challenge, right?
Chocolates
“I’m starving!” Jonathan screamed.
“No ‘food’ for you today,” Becca chuckled as she played with her pussy.
“But it’s Valentine’s!”
“You’re not my boyfriend, you’re my hypno-slave.”
“But…”
“No butt for you either. Not mine at least.”
“Can I at least use my finger?”
“On your butt? Go ahead.”
Chocolates would never taste the same.
It’s Valentine’s. I always write a Valentine’s related piece on this date even though the date itself doesn’t mean much to me. There’s really nothing more to it. I hope you had fun with this dirty piece.
Sweet Tooth
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How’s Portugal?”
“Cold, but their pastries keep me warm. They’re delicious!”
“Should I expect an astronomical list of expenses on account of desserts?”
“No. Don’t forget I have my ways of getting what I want.”
“So you’re hypnotizing people in exchange for a free sweet?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Good.”
“A dozen, at least.”
I told you before I’m Portuguese, right? Yeah, it’s true, all of these crazy things come from a mind in Continental Europe who has imagination to spare. Seeing Alexandra keeps on “haunting” my thoughts and dreams with her ever so charming ways, and I had one of those pastries featured in the image above for breakfast, today… well…
Those are Pastéis de Nata by the way, a specialty of ours. I’ll let Wikipedia “talk” for me if you want to know more – Pastel de Nata – but they’re scrumptious, trust me. If you never tried one, you definitely should. And that’s pretty much it.
Fat Lady
Eleanor’s landlord banged at her door.
“Stop that racket!”
She opened it, grinning.
“Not until the fat lady sings”.
He peeked inside, saw six men in women’s clothes, murdering Opera.
“I don’t see any lady in there…” he said.
She showed him her pendant and a sparkly Valkyrie outfit.
“Yeah… I was waiting for you.”
Every now and then, there’s no real story to tell, you know? This is one of of those times. I sat down and wrote the first thing that came to mind. It just happened to have rowdy neighbors, and Opera. Let’s face it, it could have been way worse, right? Still, I hope you enjoyed this little impromptu and I can assure you there will be plenty of more.