The following is a commission done by  ecchipandaa on a July Artslave.

A hearty burp was heard in the dressing room that had been temporarily assigned to the one-woman show named Narantuya Bayaqud, but alas it didn’t belong to her. It instead belonged to the guest she personally brought backstage.

“Phew, Nara, you were a little too much,” Amon Nitocris stated making a seat out of the dressed beneath the mirror. “Really kind of wish you had some restraint…”

“Awahhhhhh, A-A-Amon! Please!?! Ca-Can we talk about this?!” Narantuya cried in both fear and delight from within the Nitocris boy.

“Really wish we could, Nara but…” Amon sighed and glanced to the side. He had come to her concert on a whim slightly enticed by her looks and watching her perform really did make him fall for her, even more so than Rose Lillis. In fact he jumped at the chance to be invited to her dressing room. His heart had been beating fast as he was led to her room and more so when the door opened and…

Narantuya immediately grabbed him to start hugging and kissing him. Not that he fought against it, but after it went on for what felt like a half hour Amon started to get annoyed. And then his stomach spoke up with a suggestion and…

“You’re a touch too horny for my taste…” Amon stated giving his squirming belly a rub. “I fell for you, honestly, I did but… you’re just too much.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to die again,” Narantuya uttered to herself with the same catharsis of a full time retail worker during the Holidays. “At least it’s in the gut of a cu- oh wait, that was how I died the first time…”

“Hm? You mean that song wasn’t something you made up,” Amon paused for a moment. “Guess you would have gotten eaten by Mother if I did bring you back home,” he paused feeling some dismay over the thought. “But don’t’ worry, I’ll do something special to keep us both together. My feelings for you are true after all” He then slid off of his improvised seat as he left Narantuya’s dressing room behind. “Though… how would you like your remains treated? Dumped at the park, a trashcan, or- oh!” His mood was far too positive for the subject at hand. “I guess I could just dump you at home.”

“Ho-How about spitting me up?” Naratuya’s suggestion was met with a slight slap to her prison.

“Hush, Nara, you’re mine now,” Amon stated exiting the venue after leaving the dressing room.

The AuRa sighed heavily and could only await her fate.

And thus, Amon was able to leave. Not a soul seeing him… or perhaps some did and rather decided to stay alive by not interfering with him.

Amon Nitocris, and all other Pandora City stuff, belongs to me.
Narantuya Bayaqud belongs to  ItsSongxing

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