Fighting Happy-Tummy style
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2008 5:51 amOk so I got a bit inspired by Karbo's latest journal entry and wrote this little diddy:
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On top of the giant red pillow like platform, complete with golden decorations and tassels, stands Mistress Happy-Tummy, an odd name for anyone but a fairy with her hair in two giant pink pigtails. “Welcome, my students!” She addresses the small crowd in front of her, standing in a padded depression in the ground, the padding making the surface thus roughly level with the ground.
The students greet her back wordlessly with a bow of respect.
“I call you out here today because you’ve all been awarded the third rank by the la Brute fight association, meaning that they acknowledge that you’ve become proficient enough in basic hand to hand combat to warrant the use of weapons and trained animals to make the fights even more spectacular to behold.”
The teacher pulls out a sword out of seemingly nowhere, her white fur brimmed brown leather bikini struggle to contain her own curves and shouldn’t be able to stash any sort of weaponry, not even a dagger, yet she obviously wields a sword…
“As some of you know, weapons can be effective and dangerous, but a well placed kick or blow can make you drop them. Still it’s no fun facing them, that’s why I’ll show you a little trick that can help you from having to face them…”
She puts the sword to her hip as if to draw it out of a sheath. “For one you can’t swing a sword if you can’t find the room to draw it…”
Tossing the sword away carelessly she pulls forth an axe, again out of seemingly nowhere.”…same thing is probably even more true for an axe…” The fairy says, tossing the axe carelessly over her shoulder as well, making it bounce a couple of times as it strikes the ground.
“The club is the most useless of all I bet, in that situation.” A club appears and follow the other two weapons, landing with a loud *clank* as it strikes the sword before making a bounce and roll prior to coming to a halt.
“Then there’s the staff and staff weapons…” Again no clue as of where she got the staff, but there in her hands it is. “…if you’re curled up around it like a popsicle in a tight wrapper it is in fact more of an obstacle to you than an aid.” Happy-Tummy shows what she means by wrapping arms and legs around the staff while holding it to her chest.
The staff of course flies and lands with a clatter behind her. “It really doesn’t make much difference if the staff has a pointy end…” A spear lands on the growing pile of weapons. “or a blade…” A glaive joins the pile. “…or both!” She concluds sending a halberd flying over her shoulder.
“You are of course wondering, how one is to limit your opponents movements in such a way.” The fairy smirks and is rewarded many confirming nods from her students.
“It is actually back to unarmed combat. You’ve become well acquainted with the kick and the punch, well now I introduce to you the glomph.” The confused expressions of her students were to be expected hence she quickly motions for someone to step forward. “I need a volunteer.”
A young man in typical martial arts loose set of pants and headband steps forth and at his teacher’s signal mounts the soft platform she stands on. They position themselves so that they are facing one another standing on opposite sides of the platform with their sides to the other students, otherwise he’d have blocked their view of their teacher being almost a head taller than her and significantly bulkier than her slender form.
The volunteer takes a defensive stance as Happy-Tummy addresses the rest of the students with a quick sideways glance. “Now this is a glomph.”
Just as quickly as a punch or a kick the move is over, the boy puts up his hands to block but that only means they are the first to disappear into his teacher’s impossibly wide open mouth and they are followed by his head and torso and hips in the same motion. A quick loud gulp pulls his legs in and clears her throat as he settles in her tight little stomach. For despite his presence in it there’s hardly a bulge to show it.
With a sweet smile on her face the fairy puts a hand on her tummy as she faces the remaining students. “That’s a glomph and as you can probably imagine there’s quite a few perks to this useful technique. For one, had I been facing multiple opponents I would now have one less to worry about until he’d escaped.”
A loud groaning sound from her stomach interrupts her. “Ohh…” She gets a slightly troubled look on her face, the noise disappears after just a second or so, after which she struggles to find her words again. “Ehm…well when you’re trapped in a tummy you need to know what you are doing, especially if you’re a dainty little novice in the stomach of a greedy gutted master, least you set off those greedy guts full wrath by accident, like little Steve here.” She says patting her tummy. “Oh, sorry! I mean here…” The fairy corrects herself by patting her belly much further down.
“Anyway…” She continues. “…you can use the glomph to render your opponents weapons useless even if they have already drawn them and you’re unable to make them let go of them.” Again motioning for a volunteer. “Would someone with a sword or such, please come up here.” A young lad steps forth with sword in hand, looking undaunted by the fate of the previous volunteer. “Thank you Claude.” Happy-Tummy says as he scales the platform, then she and Claude take much the same positions as she and Steve did moments ago, albeit Claude holds a sword in front of him.
“Look closely now as I glomph Claude here, he will be forced to position the sword so that it is useless to him otherwise he’ll be cutting himself more than me.” And as she finishes talking her mouth opens once more but too wide for any word, Claude does a trust with the sword but a quick swipe with her tongue brings the sword around in a position that makes Claude want to drop it but there is no time, for in the next instant her lips close around his thighs and a quick swallow later he is in her stomach.
The fairy again turn to the students below with a smile, but suddenly cough and clears her throat loudly, really unnecessarily loud, well it was unnecessary for her to clear her throat anyway she was merely making noise to cover up the fact that her tummy seemed to want poor Claude as well and gurglingly claimed him and his sword in a mere moment.
With the second boy swirling through her intestines Happy-Tummy was starting to wonder if she shouldn’t have eaten a bit before practice, but then again she wouldn’t have gotten her name if her tummy wasn’t so happy about digesting anything and everything that went into it.
“As you saw, that sword of his didn’t help him much…Does anyone have a staff?” The teacher asks and a few staffs are held up in the air. “Great! Can you please come up here.” She asks the front most student with a staff in hand and slightly reluctant he starts to scale the giant pillow.
Once on it and on his feet she orders him: “Attack me!” And with an over head strike that he changes to a thrust as she quickly moves just out of range he lunges at her, but she counters with a quick stroke to the top of the staff forcing the tip down into the pillow and the other end to come crashing into his chest at the sudden stop, this is followed as if in the same motion by a quick hard kick to the tip stuck in the pillow, forcing it back and making the staff wielding boy pole-vault on his own staff and landing back first in his teacher’s wide open mouth, grabbing the staff she smoothly pushes him all the way into her stomach in the blink of an eye, before pulling her hand out again without the staff.
“Alright now you’ve seen its usefulness demonstrated, so let’s get going covering the basics…” Happy-Tummy says turning once more to her students. “Start by opening your mouth as wide as you possibly can, it’s that width we’ll have to start with improving before we can get anywhere.”
While her students are busy gaping as if at the dentist she jumps down from her perched position to get down and instruct on a more personal level, but the landing crouch sends her tummy into yet another greedy rumble and thus another student to be expelled from her class.
“Well, I guess I shouldn’t fret too much I do seem to have an ample supply of students…” Happy-Tummy thought as she gave her greedy gut a delighted rub and got busy instructing…
Want to be one of her students? Go to her school and sign up!
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On top of the giant red pillow like platform, complete with golden decorations and tassels, stands Mistress Happy-Tummy, an odd name for anyone but a fairy with her hair in two giant pink pigtails. “Welcome, my students!” She addresses the small crowd in front of her, standing in a padded depression in the ground, the padding making the surface thus roughly level with the ground.
The students greet her back wordlessly with a bow of respect.
“I call you out here today because you’ve all been awarded the third rank by the la Brute fight association, meaning that they acknowledge that you’ve become proficient enough in basic hand to hand combat to warrant the use of weapons and trained animals to make the fights even more spectacular to behold.”
The teacher pulls out a sword out of seemingly nowhere, her white fur brimmed brown leather bikini struggle to contain her own curves and shouldn’t be able to stash any sort of weaponry, not even a dagger, yet she obviously wields a sword…
“As some of you know, weapons can be effective and dangerous, but a well placed kick or blow can make you drop them. Still it’s no fun facing them, that’s why I’ll show you a little trick that can help you from having to face them…”
She puts the sword to her hip as if to draw it out of a sheath. “For one you can’t swing a sword if you can’t find the room to draw it…”
Tossing the sword away carelessly she pulls forth an axe, again out of seemingly nowhere.”…same thing is probably even more true for an axe…” The fairy says, tossing the axe carelessly over her shoulder as well, making it bounce a couple of times as it strikes the ground.
“The club is the most useless of all I bet, in that situation.” A club appears and follow the other two weapons, landing with a loud *clank* as it strikes the sword before making a bounce and roll prior to coming to a halt.
“Then there’s the staff and staff weapons…” Again no clue as of where she got the staff, but there in her hands it is. “…if you’re curled up around it like a popsicle in a tight wrapper it is in fact more of an obstacle to you than an aid.” Happy-Tummy shows what she means by wrapping arms and legs around the staff while holding it to her chest.
The staff of course flies and lands with a clatter behind her. “It really doesn’t make much difference if the staff has a pointy end…” A spear lands on the growing pile of weapons. “or a blade…” A glaive joins the pile. “…or both!” She concluds sending a halberd flying over her shoulder.
“You are of course wondering, how one is to limit your opponents movements in such a way.” The fairy smirks and is rewarded many confirming nods from her students.
“It is actually back to unarmed combat. You’ve become well acquainted with the kick and the punch, well now I introduce to you the glomph.” The confused expressions of her students were to be expected hence she quickly motions for someone to step forward. “I need a volunteer.”
A young man in typical martial arts loose set of pants and headband steps forth and at his teacher’s signal mounts the soft platform she stands on. They position themselves so that they are facing one another standing on opposite sides of the platform with their sides to the other students, otherwise he’d have blocked their view of their teacher being almost a head taller than her and significantly bulkier than her slender form.
The volunteer takes a defensive stance as Happy-Tummy addresses the rest of the students with a quick sideways glance. “Now this is a glomph.”
Just as quickly as a punch or a kick the move is over, the boy puts up his hands to block but that only means they are the first to disappear into his teacher’s impossibly wide open mouth and they are followed by his head and torso and hips in the same motion. A quick loud gulp pulls his legs in and clears her throat as he settles in her tight little stomach. For despite his presence in it there’s hardly a bulge to show it.
With a sweet smile on her face the fairy puts a hand on her tummy as she faces the remaining students. “That’s a glomph and as you can probably imagine there’s quite a few perks to this useful technique. For one, had I been facing multiple opponents I would now have one less to worry about until he’d escaped.”
A loud groaning sound from her stomach interrupts her. “Ohh…” She gets a slightly troubled look on her face, the noise disappears after just a second or so, after which she struggles to find her words again. “Ehm…well when you’re trapped in a tummy you need to know what you are doing, especially if you’re a dainty little novice in the stomach of a greedy gutted master, least you set off those greedy guts full wrath by accident, like little Steve here.” She says patting her tummy. “Oh, sorry! I mean here…” The fairy corrects herself by patting her belly much further down.
“Anyway…” She continues. “…you can use the glomph to render your opponents weapons useless even if they have already drawn them and you’re unable to make them let go of them.” Again motioning for a volunteer. “Would someone with a sword or such, please come up here.” A young lad steps forth with sword in hand, looking undaunted by the fate of the previous volunteer. “Thank you Claude.” Happy-Tummy says as he scales the platform, then she and Claude take much the same positions as she and Steve did moments ago, albeit Claude holds a sword in front of him.
“Look closely now as I glomph Claude here, he will be forced to position the sword so that it is useless to him otherwise he’ll be cutting himself more than me.” And as she finishes talking her mouth opens once more but too wide for any word, Claude does a trust with the sword but a quick swipe with her tongue brings the sword around in a position that makes Claude want to drop it but there is no time, for in the next instant her lips close around his thighs and a quick swallow later he is in her stomach.
The fairy again turn to the students below with a smile, but suddenly cough and clears her throat loudly, really unnecessarily loud, well it was unnecessary for her to clear her throat anyway she was merely making noise to cover up the fact that her tummy seemed to want poor Claude as well and gurglingly claimed him and his sword in a mere moment.
With the second boy swirling through her intestines Happy-Tummy was starting to wonder if she shouldn’t have eaten a bit before practice, but then again she wouldn’t have gotten her name if her tummy wasn’t so happy about digesting anything and everything that went into it.
“As you saw, that sword of his didn’t help him much…Does anyone have a staff?” The teacher asks and a few staffs are held up in the air. “Great! Can you please come up here.” She asks the front most student with a staff in hand and slightly reluctant he starts to scale the giant pillow.
Once on it and on his feet she orders him: “Attack me!” And with an over head strike that he changes to a thrust as she quickly moves just out of range he lunges at her, but she counters with a quick stroke to the top of the staff forcing the tip down into the pillow and the other end to come crashing into his chest at the sudden stop, this is followed as if in the same motion by a quick hard kick to the tip stuck in the pillow, forcing it back and making the staff wielding boy pole-vault on his own staff and landing back first in his teacher’s wide open mouth, grabbing the staff she smoothly pushes him all the way into her stomach in the blink of an eye, before pulling her hand out again without the staff.
“Alright now you’ve seen its usefulness demonstrated, so let’s get going covering the basics…” Happy-Tummy says turning once more to her students. “Start by opening your mouth as wide as you possibly can, it’s that width we’ll have to start with improving before we can get anywhere.”
While her students are busy gaping as if at the dentist she jumps down from her perched position to get down and instruct on a more personal level, but the landing crouch sends her tummy into yet another greedy rumble and thus another student to be expelled from her class.
“Well, I guess I shouldn’t fret too much I do seem to have an ample supply of students…” Happy-Tummy thought as she gave her greedy gut a delighted rub and got busy instructing…
Want to be one of her students? Go to her school and sign up!
.. I tried to explain clearly what the game was about in the journal, plus it's not like you registered to something with your e.mail adress or so ^^ ;
