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Ephemeral Fantasia - The Rummy	By : salarta Category: +A through F > Ephemeral Fantasia Views: 2184 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: I wanted to write a St. Patrick's Day fic, and here it is! Okay, it's been eleven years since I played this game, and I went from a mix of memory and clips from Youtube. It feels good to put something out for a game I've wanted to write about as far back as when I started writing, and hopefully the fic is good as a result. If pictures or videos of Claire are needed, I will add them to the fic.

Loreille, the emerald-haired princess of Pandule, stood at the door of her island's lone tavern. The stench of booze and bawdy chatter of plastered drunks offended her civilized, royal senses. She glared at the man beside her, Lord Xelpherpolis, her future king.

"Do you continually enjoy doing this? You manipulate the hearts of the islanders and play them like dolls," Loreille said, glaring at her future husband and king, Lord Xelpherpolis as a dirty smirk crept up the corner of his lip.

"They're not 'like' dolls," said Xelpherpolis, tossing his silver hair over his shoulder. "They are my dolls, my sweet little dolls. They are mine to play with as I please, from Rummy to these drunk slobs. None of them can resist the control I have over their hearts and minds."

"Lord Xelpherpolis! I'm ready!"

Rummy, the once respected guard of the royal line, emerged from a door behind the bar in her new uniform. Her copper blonde tresses bounced in their high ponytail and against her back almost as impressively as her breasts. They jiggled and jumped, freed from the confines of her guard uniform's white chest cloth, her nipples failing to hide her stiff arousal behind shamrock pasties. Her silk-shaven mound soaked her green thong into a clingy, tight cameltoe-bearing fabric, the precise and defined curves of her puffy lower lips on show. Howls and wolf-whistles followed her hip-sashaying strut as she hopped over the counter and approached her lord and princess.

"How do I look? Do you love me?" Rummy implored, pressing her bosom against his manly muscled chest as she leaned into him. She closed her eyes, the promise of a touch of his lips soothing her raging emotions... and whimpered as he pulled from her reach.

"You look like a slut," Xelpherpolis mocked. The shame, the red blush glowing over Rummy's cheeks as she glanced down at her high heels and took in the tavern regulars' catcalls, brought the future king a cruel, wicked grin. "You make an exquisite bar slut, Rummy. Your thong and pasties match your eyes to perfection. If you perform well here, I may allow you to return to the palace as our royal footstool, but for now you should embrace your new title. You do remember the title I gave you, right?"

Rummy, eyes sparkling with renewed hope and want for the cultured man of her dreams, looked up to him and turned, heaving her tits into a seismic bounce as she posed and placed her hands against her hips. "Everyone, starting today I have been demoted from Royal Guard to Village Beer Whore! If anyone wants a drink or a fuck, call on me!"

Raucous cheers, clinking mugs, and the old-fashioned regales of bar chanties erupted at the wondrous news, men and women alike ogling the prize offered to them free of charge. Amid all the celebration and glee, only the princess refused to play into this sordid affair.

"Xelpherpolis, you're a monster, exploiting your control over her like this..." Loreille trailed, sadness and outrage roiling under the placid surface of her sophisticated tongue.

"Hey, don't talk about Lord Xelpherpolis like that, you awful demon!" shouted Rummy, as she spun to mouth off at her princess. "I will never forgive you for bewitching him with your charms! It's your fault I have to whore myself to gain favor. If I didn't have to compete with you, I-"

"Jealous women are truly frightening," Xelpherpolis said, patting Rummy on the head, smirking as the newly christened Beer Whore became docile at the touch of his hand. "This is the perfect role for Rummy. She's got that kind of personality that once the fire is lit, she expresses an unusually intense affection. Isn't that right, Rummy?"

Rummy nodded with a smile. "That's right! I feel horny enough to do myself!"

"Very good. Rummy, I believe you have many customers waiting for your services." A quick slap to her tush set the track for the former royal guard. With a spin and a sexy sway, Rummy headed toward the bar. Watching and admiring the woman's hot body, Xelpherpolis added another layer of insult in his private conference with the princess. "She will do this every week. The outspoken, loyal guard you knew as a child will transform herself into a drunk whore before your eyes, and every time the time loop repeats, we will get to see her degrade herself all over again."

"You're gravely mistaken if you think that everyone is going to behave exactly according to your manipulations," Loreille warned. "One day, someone will come to end your mean, wicked abuse of good men and women."

A derisive laugh bellowed from Pandule's future king. "You might wish for some pathetic, weak traveler or a brave knight to come to your rescue, but your wishes are in vain. I have absolute power. Now then, princess, let us return to the castle before these wretches infect us with their malodorous presence."

Loreille, crowned princess of Pandule, the sole legitimate heir to the throne, took one last sad glance before she exited the tavern, the stinging insults to her once respected guard haunting her with how little power she truly held in her own land.

"Hey, Rummy! Beer Whore! Bring us another round," called a man.

"Right away!" she giggled. Hovering over the bar, she bent forth, hanging her bubbly rear out to view while awaiting the bartender's filling the tab. A slosh of beer in large glass mugs brought fizz to the top, and as the last of the batch flooded over the mugs' edges, she collected their handles and headed to the table.

The flounce of her tits, streaking green flashes of reflected lamp light from her pasties, drew the leers of a rabid crowd of clients. They greeted her approach with a salute of the mens' dicks bursting through the worn-out buttons and zippers of their pants. The women, few as they were among this seedy lot, sprinkled a feminine air to the spectacle as their arousals sopped through the crotches of their panties, a sight unseen by their male partners.

"Your drinks, men," Rummy announced. Swift hands snatched up the new rounds, all but two mugs taken from her hands. Puzzled, she glanced from her leftovers to the men before her. "Who ordered these drinks?"

"Compliments of the house, Rummy!" the bartender, Renty, yelled across the room. "It won't do to have a beer whore that isn't a stinking drunk, and on a day like today no less."

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!" The chant boomed throughout the tavern. The wooden walls shuddered, as if frightened by the sheer passion pounding from the bargoers' mouths. Lanterns swung and mugs slammed as they grew louder, a wild force of will calling for a baptism of beer.

Rummy sighed. Her heart fluttered, beating against the wall of her chest, a chest from which the fruits of her body dangled freely. With a decisive hmph, she shouted, "Okay, you asked for it. You want a real beer whore, you're getting one!"

She raised the mugs high, suds spilling from the rims. A precious waste of good drink, many drunkards no doubt thought, when a few drops splattered on the floor just shy of Rummy's feet. The faint hints of sadness at that loss came to an end as they bore witness to the glorious sight they so craved. A tip of the mugs brought their frothy, golden goodness upon their wench like a tidal wave. Her volumed copper blonde strands, drenched in the soothing foam, clung to her like a hot for trot lover. Her lily white skin, bearing the wondrously full mature curves and smooth touch of a fit warrior turned sexpot, glistened in the resplendent wetness of a beer bath.

Dripping head to toe, doused in a pungent perfume befitting her new station, she yanked one more beer from a customer and winked. "I can't be expected to spread my legs without a belly full of booze, can I?"

Another loud cheer rang out, as Rummy lived up to her name by knocking back and glugging a new mugful of drink. Her pussy yearned for the rush, the adoration and merriment of a tavern full of onlookers mixed with the satisfaction of her duty well done. Xelpherpolis crept into her thoughts again as she downed the mead. Daydreams stirred within her of the show she would perform for him, reeking of countless beers as she went down on him, her expert mouth plowing up and down a manhood fit for a king.

And an expert mouth, she would soon have. These were her regulars, the ones that would use her to their fill. Already, she found her hips grasped mid-chug by an opportune man, drawing her upon his lap, angling himself for entry as he savored a faceful of large, cushy boob. Eager to get started on her task, Rummy tossed her mug aside and grinned, looking into the man's brown eyes and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Wow, you're a strong one," she said, cooing in his ear. "I love strong men."

"Get to it, whore, I have to be back at port in an hour," the man demanded.

Rummy paused. She blinked, scanning the crowd. They were all eager to watch her perform, lining up around the table to put her to use. Something forgotten wavered in her head, a quiet rage... some kind of fire, burning to let itself loose...

"What are you waiting for, Rummy?" a peculiar woman, of pale white skin and purple hair, said... Claire? Was that her name? Memories dredged from Rummy's mind, snuffed out when she saw the watch dangling in Claire's hand and heard her added taunts. "If you aren't willing to do your job, let me take over."

That fire, the fire of her old life fighting to come out, receded as a new one fanned brighter. Rivalry, the need to stand above a challenger and claim victory, triumphed over the faint remainders of her past. Over the noise, Rummy shouted, "You may be a drunk, but Lord Xelpherpolis made me the village beer whore. I won't let you take that away from me!"

Claire giggled, resting her chin upon her palm. "Oh? What do you say to a friendly wager, then? Whoever can satisfy the most partners by the end of the night becomes the official village beer whore."

"You're on!"

Rummy returned her gaze to her man. Coated in the musk of booze, pussy throbbing with the thrill of challenge and alcohol-swelled lust, she rubbed her thong against the man's tip and shifted the cloth free from her mons. Her wide straddle gaped her tight loins a few inches further apart, a pittance to the last remnants of her old life as she descended, ramming herself upon his upraised shaft.

"Ooooh...." she moaned. The sting, stretching her nether lips to new frontiers, fueled her as she worked herself for the man's release. Her breasts, heaving with her every deep hot breath, flew wild to the beat of her rise and fall upon his full length. Her toes curled within her high heels, her shoes' spikes hooked into the gaps between seat and backing of their chair. Consumed by raw pleasure, it took a repeat from a nearby man to hear his question.

"What did you eat to make your breasts so large?"

She could have answered bluntly, honestly... but where was the fun in that? Pounding her mound hilt-deep, she shuddered through a new wave of erotic bliss and answered, "What do you think? You don't get beer boobs this big, soft and bouncy without downing at least ten mugs a night."

"Beer... boobs? How could boobs that big come from beer if you just started-" The man flinched, jolting his head into a shake as he recovered. His question faded into a miasma of new thoughts and pleasures waiting to be sated. A second later, he grinned and asked, "Of course! I should have known Rummy the beer whore's canteen boobs came from her favorite drink. Can I give them a squeeze?"

"I am the village beer whore, aren't I?"

Mid-stride, she arched her back, pushing her bosom up for any takers. What she lost in bounce, she gained in grope, new hands grasping at the plush, fully-breasted love handles. The mass of men and women huddled to her, looming for a turn, luring cute playful winces with every pinch to her stiff shamrock-covered nipples. As her arms shifted back, and her hands pressed against the table's curve edge, she chanced a gaze upward and marveled at the beautiful sight awaiting her.

Cocks. A circle jerk, she heard them call it through ribald comments. They formed neat arches to her left and right, precum glistening from their tips like dew after a forest's morning rainfall. She smiled, the centerpiece of their self-stroking revelry, as the first thick wad of white splattered against her cheek, dribbled down her neck and snuck into the valley of her chesty treasures. Surrounded by a firing squad of mighty erections, Rummy missed the exchange between two bargoers at the next table.

"My work here is done," spoke Claire. She rose from her chair, strutting toward the door when a slurry voice made her pause.

"Where do you think you're goin?" a man said. "You put up a bet against Rummy!"

Turning, she cocked her head aside as she took him in, a built sailor with a pipe in his mouth past a bushy black beard. "You believed me? I had no intention of competing with her for men. She looked like she needed a little push to get her started, and I gave it to her."

"You can't walk out on a challenge. A bet is a bet!"

Claire sized up the man, from the bulk of his arms to the heft of his beer belly. Producing a pocket watch from her purple bra, she checked the time and sighed. "I must be going, I have clocks to fix and-"

Just then, she heard the snap of a spring. Her watch, a precious gold-crafted piece handed down by her parents in her youth, stopped ticking. She stared long at the item, as a flush of red fanned over her pale chest, and a wet warmth built within her loins. Confusion and fresh perversion wrought her brain, some unseen force manipulating her thoughts, her feelings, her urges. It felt somehow... right, as Pandule's most infamous boozer, to pursue lurid trysts alongside the village beer whore.

With a furrowed eyebrow and a light half-smile, she dug her hand into the hem of her pants and rummaged about before slipping her watch into her nether.

"You're right," Claire said. "It's not fair for me to back down from a challenge, but don't think I'll fuck you for free. Do you have something for me to drink?"

In answer, the man raised his bottle, filled to the brim with the aphrodisia of drunks.

"That will do."

She sauntered closer, sliding her purple-creased, white silk pants down her legs, revealing her shapely slender shins. The gold chain of her watch dangled from her pussy, a saucy tease of her goods as she popped open the buttons of her jacket and ripped off her bra. She flirted to the sailor with her eyes, blinking as she traced her fingernails from his bulging, veiny erection, to his paunchy belly, and at last parting from one of his meaty bicep. She drifted, ever so slowly, to the nearest table and leaned in, pressing her small endowments against the wood grain and raising her ass higher.

The man needed no further calls of offer.

He approached, an inferno of lust. Wrapping his hands to Claire's hips, he lifted her to the height of his manhood and pressed at the entrance of her ass. As he burrowed deeper, his magnificent girth spreading her cheeks to fit, he watched her shift to plant her elbows against the table and palms against her cheeks.

"Mmm... it's been a long time since I had something this big inside my ass."

One table over, the star of the bar reached the inevitable grand finale of her first client.

"Oooooh!"

The breathy sigh escaped from Rummy's mouth. Her first cumshot of the night, from the stone hard member of a sandy-haired sailor, released into her womb. She ignored the new jets of seed spurting into her hair and against her shoulders to peer at her stomach. She savored it, the sweet warm churn of the man's offering to the village beer whore deep inside her as she lifted herself from him with a pop. Sitting in a daze, her legs hanging over the round table, she felt another ice cold brew wedge between her wet, beer-soaked tits.

"Is this for me?" She asked, before she perked up and took the glass, her confusion fading into the intricate signs of her naughty delight. "Yes... yes! I'll down a mug for every man I fuck."

"We'll call it the Rummy!" An older red-haired lass piped up amid the crowd. Laughter, the riotous and drunken cheer of a well-served pub exploded once more, joined by the anal-reamed Claire and booze-reeking Rummy.

Taken by a fit of glee, the beer whore's fine endowments jiggled on her chest, taunting with the wonders of what a new round of grabs and gropes might hold in store for lecherous drunks. She raised her mug. "The Rummy it is! A drinking game to fit my name, either you pass out from the drink or you pass out from the kink!"

As she drank, beer splashed down her breasts and over her messy mound, dripping from her nipples and the lips of her pussy. Slamming her mug onto the table, she announced, "Who's next?"

"I am!"

The crowd parted, revealing the new member eager for a round of play. Claire, fresh from her last foray, slid across the table and straddled Rummy's chest. Her wagging rump and naughty glance over her shoulder held all the scheming mockery of a sworn rival as Claire descended, rubbing her perky thick cheeks against the jutting twin peaks beneath her. Light gasps and little moans from Rummy delighted the watchmaker as she shifted for comfort, settling her hefty ass against the beer whore's pillowy soft tits.

"Hey, I can't move. Get off me!" Rummy griped. She squirmed, helplessly pinned, her arms trapped at her sides.

"Why would I move? Your breasts are the best seat in the whole pub!" Claire announced, to the laughs of the bar's patrons. Snaking a hand down Rummy's taut stomach, she dug through the slurry of jizz, felt for the prize and lightly pinched.

"OH!" Rummy yelped. Her hips rose, riding through the twinge of pleasure eased out by a pinch to her clit. She stamped her foot at the end of the table, raked her fingernails against wood, as Claire toyed with her.

"Well, boys?" Claire entreated. "Which of you would like to try my ass and Rummy's breasts at the same time?"

They didn't want for takers. Among shoves and a few stray punches, one man triumphed into place and rammed his dick down the wide joined channel of Rummy's cleavage and Claire's anal cleft.

"Hmhm, that feels great!" Claire giggled softly. "Don't you agree, Rummy?"

Rummy mumbled through the swinging ballsack against her mouth. The man's thick, heady musk at each inhale through her nose, the brush of his kinky pubic hairs at her lips and the parting size of his manhood between her breasts mocked her with the tryst playing out right on top of her, right before her eyes. She bore witness to Claire's talents against her will, her majestic boobs reduced to a throne for the woman to sit upon as she vied for rulership of her domain. Her hips reared up again as she felt Claire's fingers hook over her sex like the reins of a riding horse.

As their latest mate unloaded his seed, and the sticky, gooey mess collected between the rivals' main draws, Rummy slid out from under the pair, sat up and turned toward the watchmaker.

"Rummy! How did you-" Claire's muffled words bubbled through the glob of cum on Rummy's chest, as the beer whore forced Claire's face into her cleavage.

"If you think you can defeat me, you're in for a surprise," Rummy said. "I'm just getting started."

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Sunlight broke through cracks in the pub's oaken front door. The clink of empty glass bottles and thwip of redone zippers sounded in the quiet of a brand new day. As the last of the tavern's regulars shuffled away, Renty approached the evening's messy remains.

Rummy lay across the tabletop. The reek of booze and sex, her twin delights in her new life as the village beer whore, formed an overwhelming musk that reached beyond her table's rounded edges. Even in her sleep, her legs hung open, an offering to any who might venture past the thick white spunk oozing from her cunt to sate their lusts. Dried cum rimmed her gaping mouth, a tiny sample of the gloppy mass drying over every inch of her body. Her spread arms pulled her bounty of bosom firmer, a wanton tease with every inviting jiggle afforded by her shallow breath.

A splash of beer stirred the sleeping wench from her slumber.

"Alright Rummy, you've slept long enough. Get up and clean this mess," Renty said.

"Aw, give me a few more minutes," Rummy said. "I'm sore everywhere."

"Tough tits. If you want to work here, you have to earn your keep. Make sure the drunk lass on the next table over is out of here before the first rush of another day's boozers."

Claire snored across the table, laid out like another raunchy display. Her ass, propped up by knees tucked in beneath her, bore her plush cheeks high to show off the thick brown beer bottle wedged firm and tight inside her anal bud. Her face pressed against a slimy pool of cum, growing as globs slowly trailed down her shoulders and thighs.

"Ohhh..." Rummy groaned.

Smacking her lips, she rubbed her hands over her tits. Red, raw and throbbing, she kneaded the thick batches of spunk on her chest into a healthy coat over her skin, soothing a night's worth of pinches and gropes. In her haze of drunk memories, she relived the countless men who made a sport of drumming her boobs. The swell of arousal to her hardened nipples made up for the sting of their smacks. Rolling her head to her side, she looked at her female partner of the night and giggled.

"Lord Xelpherpolis..." Rummy said, "I can't wait to show you what the village rummy can do."
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