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Stories one might hear about are often of rather amazing people. A diamond slime with the power to bring about world peace, a man protecting his demonic little sister, a scylla with her eyes set on the throne of Atlantis, and an inventor with a past of regret who went over seas and flew into into a world over his head. Not all stories though, are of amazing people...
Aaron's story was one of a timid halfbreed born from the womb of a holstaurus, and was altered by an angry witch to look more feminine. The witch alone was but one of many cases. Aaron, like many other men in a world of mamono, would have been bullied and pushed around by those who'd refer to themselves as the superior sex, until he came across the skilled combatant. A man who could wield both steel and magical thread in hand. A rare talent, indeed. Aaron would approach this man, and ask to learn from him as an apprentice. "I'm sorry, little girl. You don't look much suited for combat~" he said, before patting Aaron's head. A clarification later, and the man understood. "So, that is the case! I didn't recognize you as a fellow man with that curse put upon you!" he laughed. The man wore a traveling robe, and had rather simple, short cut brown hair, and stood a fair bit taller than Aaron.
"You may call me Master Fenrir." he introduced himself, before he heard out Aaron's name, and announced his terms.
"If you want me to train you, you'll have to do whatever I say, alright?" he said with an intentful smile. All he needed to hear was an acknowledgement. "Great! Now, I'm curious, so strip down, alright?" he commanded Aaron, before doing a full body examination of the halfbreed, most astonished with his testicles. "So, for lack of breasts, a male holstaurus acquires larger than average genital size. Interesting." he commented, and the strange man's antics would only continue...
What Aaron had to suffer wasn't always sexual. Plenty of times Fenrir would play pranks on him, and justify it by calling it training. While walking quietly along a dirt path, he would suddenly shout, "DODGE!" before Aaron would received a slap to the forehead, stinging with pain. "Your reaction time is still terrible." Fenrir sighed. "I honestly wonder how much of my training you remember? I want to test it out... Let's see..." Fenrir looked a little off the path, searching for something, before he came across some tracks on the dirt. "Perfect." He grinned. "Looks like the tracks of a giant mouse. Follow them, and remember my training." he advised, though he never taught Aaron how to deal with giant mice.
The tracks led into the woods, prime ambushing territory. Though Fenrir seemed to have confidence in Aaron, assured that he'd definitely succeed. If not, then he'd fail and get to watch Aaron enjoy a woman's touch.
Aaron's story was one of a timid halfbreed born from the womb of a holstaurus, and was altered by an angry witch to look more feminine. The witch alone was but one of many cases. Aaron, like many other men in a world of mamono, would have been bullied and pushed around by those who'd refer to themselves as the superior sex, until he came across the skilled combatant. A man who could wield both steel and magical thread in hand. A rare talent, indeed. Aaron would approach this man, and ask to learn from him as an apprentice. "I'm sorry, little girl. You don't look much suited for combat~" he said, before patting Aaron's head. A clarification later, and the man understood. "So, that is the case! I didn't recognize you as a fellow man with that curse put upon you!" he laughed. The man wore a traveling robe, and had rather simple, short cut brown hair, and stood a fair bit taller than Aaron.
"You may call me Master Fenrir." he introduced himself, before he heard out Aaron's name, and announced his terms.
"If you want me to train you, you'll have to do whatever I say, alright?" he said with an intentful smile. All he needed to hear was an acknowledgement. "Great! Now, I'm curious, so strip down, alright?" he commanded Aaron, before doing a full body examination of the halfbreed, most astonished with his testicles. "So, for lack of breasts, a male holstaurus acquires larger than average genital size. Interesting." he commented, and the strange man's antics would only continue...
Chapter 1: Immoral and Unethical
What Aaron had to suffer wasn't always sexual. Plenty of times Fenrir would play pranks on him, and justify it by calling it training. While walking quietly along a dirt path, he would suddenly shout, "DODGE!" before Aaron would received a slap to the forehead, stinging with pain. "Your reaction time is still terrible." Fenrir sighed. "I honestly wonder how much of my training you remember? I want to test it out... Let's see..." Fenrir looked a little off the path, searching for something, before he came across some tracks on the dirt. "Perfect." He grinned. "Looks like the tracks of a giant mouse. Follow them, and remember my training." he advised, though he never taught Aaron how to deal with giant mice.
The tracks led into the woods, prime ambushing territory. Though Fenrir seemed to have confidence in Aaron, assured that he'd definitely succeed. If not, then he'd fail and get to watch Aaron enjoy a woman's touch.