[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? - 1a
This tale takes place after everyone else's and the Rice-a adventure -- so there are no run-ins ;)
And, I am writing it in third person -- will wonders never cease! ;)
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The Scribes were lounging in the main Harem room as usual, some perched on
lofty divans while others had simply made themselves cozy on the giant
fluffy pillows that were strewn about the floor. Some were caught up in
various tales being woven on paper, a few were sketching on thick pads of
snow white paper, while others simply lounged as if lost in some other
world. All wore the gloriously colored filmy frocks designed to tempt and
tease the man-slaves as well as the Master of the Harem, Prince Lotor.
Moonie stepped into the main area, then made her way to the west end of the
room and took a seat on one of the two large fountains that drew up like
magnificently sculpted pieces of living history. Beautiful statues designed
in a fashion that reminded her of the Renaissance period on Earth, rose up
in the center of the fountains. The graceful warrior-like forms of male and
female Drules highlighted the fountains. Each form held various ceremonial
objects in their strikingly lovely hands and swirled together in elegant
poses of both joy and sorrow. Water flowed freely from the objects they
held, cascading down into a clean, clear pool of tranluscent blue water.
Moonie often sat on the edge of these fountains, wondering about what Planet
Doom had gone through to become such a desolate and barren place; a
wasteland wrought with only dust and harsh sunless days filled with biting
wind and a nearly unbreathable atmosphere.
Surely these fountains tell of a beauty that once existed here?
Although, she had not been a Scribe for very long, Moonie sometimes longed
to see the sun; to feel it on her skin warming her body from head to toe.
Despite her desire, however, she knew that she would never leave Doom --
leave Lotor -- to find the sun, unless it was by force. Over the days, she
had grown to feel that this was now her home. Even if she had been
uncomfortable at first, even frightened, she was no longer -- despite the
constant threat of having to bed King Zarkon.
She knew she wasn't in high favor with the Prince of Doom, she seemed to be
at the bottom of his calling list, although she couldn't really figure out
why. She had still to bed Lotor for a second time. She knew that she
should have not been so disobedient the first time she had gone to him; she
shouldn't have run from him, repeatedly, and she shouldn't have taken him
into her without him readying her first.
Perhaps he was angry with her? Perhaps he no longer wanted her, but was
merely keeping her around because of her expertise in Pervology?
Moonie shook her head. Crazy thoughts -- crazy thoughts that lead to
nothing but self-pity and sadness. She would not let herself become
absorbed by them, but she was not yet ready to join the rest of the girls in
day to day living. She still had emotions to sort out, and since her days
on Rice-a with Lance, she could not quite get the emptiness of his absence
out of her heart or her mind. Lance was not Lotor, but he filled the void
that Kree could not seem to fill, and that Lotor, it seemed, would never
fill. With Lance, it had been easy to love and be loved in a very intimate
way. He had made her feel loved, even if he didn't love her -- he was a
part of her past, and a part of a long ago, but not forgotten, yearning.
She yearned for Lance even now.
But, as with Lotor, Lance was beyond her reach.
As the sun was beyond the reach of Doom.
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More to come -- listbot rejected because it was too large -- happy, happy,
joy, joy
Moonie -- GOP

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? - 1b
Here's the rest
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Tamy sat on one of the divan's in the main Harem area, her eyes scanning the
forms around her with the usual casual beauty of an an artist at ease with
her surroundings. The faces she saw were familiar and comforting and she
smiled wanly in response, then sighed almost wistfully.
She held a thick pad of snow white paper in one hand and a sharpened
sketching pencil in the other. The image on the page before her was a
half-finished sketch of Prince Lotor with a small child lifted above his
head. Lotor was smiling up into the face of the child as the child returned
a lopsided grin of sheer joy. The beauty of the artistry was breathtaking,
but she knew she would not finish the picture today.
Closing the pad, she rose from the divan and stretched. Again, she glanced
about the room, this time catching a glimpse of Moonie sitting on the edge
of one of the fountains. She had noticed recently how preoccupied and
distant the Pervologist had been since their return from Rice-a, and even
more so since their encounter with King Zarkon and his "youth" potion.
She had kept her distance, not wanting to pry, but now she felt that it was
time to get the girl out of her slump and into the mainstream once more.
Setting her pad of paper and her pencil on the divan, she glided across the
floor, her hips swaying in a distinctively seductive and very southern
manner. Many of the man-slaves present watched her as she moved, obvious
hunger in their eyes.
"Hey, Moonie." She said softly, gracefully lowering herself down onto the
edge of the fountain.
Moonie tilted her head to one side and gave Tamy a sidelong glance, then
smiled softly, "Hello, Tamy." She said.
A moment of silence fell between them, and Tamy frowned mildly, "What's up?"
She asked quietly, breaking the silence, "I know there's something bothering
you. Why don't you tell me about it? You know, if you keep it all bottled
up, it'll just fester like a splinter in a horses hoof."
Moonie chuckled slightly, "Yeah, I know." She replied, a slow sigh escaping
her lips, "I guess I just miss the company of Lance." ~and Lotor.~ She added
silently.
Tamy nodded.
"I mean..." Moonie trailed off, "I really don't know what I mean." She
admitted, "But, I don't think it's anything that one day of pure sunlight
couldn't fix."
Tamy quirked an eyebrow at Moonie and smiled crookedly, "Honey, if it's sun
you want, you are living on the wrong planet." She said, almost chuckling,
"Doom hasn't seen the sun for God knows how long, and it sure as hell isn't
going to see it anytime soon."
Moonie nodded and frowned, "I know." She responded rather dismally.
Tamy eyed Moonie then, studying her with the astute eyes of a writer and an
artist, "Do you want to leave?" She asked, her tone almost hushed.
"No." Moonie replied immediately, "No, I don't want to leave. That's not it
at all." She paused and hesitated, biting down on her lower lip nervously,
"Lotor has not taken me again since that first time."
Tamy gasped slightly, "You're kidding right?"
Moonie shook her head, "Nope. He has never asked me back or come to my room
since that night I foolishly planted myself on him then bled all over his
beautiful satin sheets."
Tamy laughed still able to recall how Moonie had winced and bore a look of
pained endurance on her face when she had returned to the Scribes section of
the Harem the morning after her first night with Lotor. But, she sobered
quick enough when she saw the dismayed look on Moonie's face.
"Moonie." Tamy said her name softly and placed a comforting hand on her
wrist, "Maybe he's just got other things on his mind, or perhaps..." She
trailed off.
"Perhaps he simply does not want me." Moonie finished, a stricken look on
her face, "At least with Lance..." She cut the words off, "Lance didn't,
doesn't, love me, but at least when we were together on Rice-a, it felt like
he cared. It seemed like Lotor did too on that first night, when he took
care of me after my bout of idiocy, but now..." She let the statement hang,
"It's not that it really matters. After all, I still have Kree, and I know
that he cares, even if only minimally."
"Lotor cares." Tamy said, her voice firm, "If he didn't he wouldn't keep you
here."
Moonie snorted gently, "Yes, well, he is keeping me here, but I have yet to
figure out why."
"You shouldn't think that way." Tamy admonished, "You worry much more than
you should."
Moonie nodded, "I know." She sighed heavily, "But, it would be nice to have
some sunlight on Doom -- no matter the source of the flame producing it."
"I think a lot of us miss the sunlight, but Lotor more than makes up for
it."
Moonie shook her head, "Do tell." She remarked rather wryly, "I wouldn't
know." She rose from her seated position on the edge of the fountain, "I
think I'll take a nap. Maybe while sleeping I can figure out a way to bring
Doom to the sun -- if I can't bring the sun to Doom"
Tamy eyed her momentarily, then sighed, resigned, "Sleep well, Moonie."
Moonie smiled down at Tamy, "No worries, Tamy, it's just a minor funk. I'm
sure I will figure a way out of it one way or another."
Tamy watched in silence as Moonie strolled out of the room. She didn't
believe her new friend for a moment -- this was no minor funk.
Damn, why the hell is she so moody anyway? She thought, I don't recall ever
being so dark and moody when I was new. Maybe I should consult a few of the
other girls on the matter. I'm sure if we work together we can whip up a
cure as sure as spit.
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More to come, feel free to add, etc., etc.
Moonie -- GOP
P.S. I must say, it is starting out drearily. Do any of you girls ever
notice how dreary I tend to write? Where the hell is my sense of humor? I
think I must have used it up on "Tub". Alas, I will try to pep it up with
each installment, and if any of you want to add to this or give me pointers
on how to take a lighter view of things, please feel free. - M.

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom - 2a

Lets see where I can take this tale...
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Tamy rounded up a majority of the Scribes; Dom, Michelle, Rosemary, Gina,
Samara, Jenn, and Valeta for her impromptu meeting, and now they all sat
around a small circular table peering at her expectantly.
She looked back at them, and briefly wondered where to begin, then just
decided to blurt it out in the open, plain and simple.
Taking a gulp of air, she said, "Girls, we have to find a way to get Lotor
and Moonie back between the sheets."
A few snorts sounded, along with several groans, and at least one gasp.
"Doesn't Moon know her way to his bedchambers?" Jenn asked, smirking
slightly, "I mean, all she has to do is walk in. I'm sure Lotor would be
more than happy to see to her needs."
Several snickers sounded and Tamy frowned, "There's a little more to it than
Moonie just walking into his room." She said firmly.
Jenn quirked an eyebrow, "Do tell..."
"Something's happened to their relationship since she first bedded him, and
she told me not an hour ago that Lotor has not even hinted at a repeat
performance."
Dom gasped, "You mean, she has only been with him that single time?"
Tamy nodded, "That's what she told me." She paused thoughtfully, "You know,
it could be something simple, like Lotor is afraid of hurting her..."
"Ah!" Exclaimed Gina, "Size 'dainty', eh?" She snickered.
Tamy cleared her throat, "I guess you could say that, Gina."
"Well, what do you want us to do?" Valeta asked quietly, "I mean, I haven't
even been with Lotor...yet." She flushed.
"Neither have I." Rosemary added, pulling her long ponytail over her
shoulder and fingering it nervously.
Tamy sighed, "You don't have to have had sex with him to be of help." She
explained patiently.
"Tamy, really, it sounds like Moonie's problem." Michelle remarked, "I mean,
I doubt there is anything we can do to 'fix' it."
Tamy frowned at Michelle, then turned to a thus far silent, Samara,
"Sammie-ma, what do you think?" She asked, "You know Lotor better than the
rest of us."
The beautiful Drule looked thoughtful for a moment, then sighed lightly,
"Moon needs to make up her mind about what she wants." She said softly, "If
Lotor did not want her, she would not still be here." She studied the girls
sitting around the table, "Perhaps though, we can devise a way to thrust
them together. Perhaps a situation that would require cooperation on a
level other than sexual."
"What do you mean, Sammie-ma?" Jenn asked, leaning her elbows on the table
and cupping her face in her palms.
"I mean, perhaps there is a way to force them to be together without it
being sexual in nature." Samara explained, "Some sort of an ordeal, or a
task that would require mutual cooperation in order to attain a specific
goal."
"Like what?" Dom asked, her brow furrowing.
Samara shrugged, "I guess that's what we'll have to figure out."
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"No, no, no, Moon." Chani admonished with a firm shake of her head, "You
have to move your hips like this."
Moonie watched in silence as Chani demonstrated a specific type of hip grind
that was said to drive Drule males wild with desire. She quirked an eyebrow
and wrinkled her nose, "Chani, that looks rather painful." She commented,
then attempted to follow her teacher's lead.
"There ya go." Chani said, monitoring her movements carefully, "Now, just a
little more bend in the knees...good...now thrust your hips
forward...right...and then pull back...okay...good...now, grind
again...repeat."
Moonie scrunched her face up in concentration as she repeated the four step
act of the 'Drulean Hip Grind' several times, then started to smile, "Oh
wow!" She exclaimed, "Despite its looks, it feels kind of good, doesn't it?"
Chani laughed, "Why do you think I'm so damn good at it?" She winked.
Moonie laughed as well, totally losing concentration, and shortly
thereafter, her mastery of the 'Drulean Hip Grind'.
"Okay, Moon." Chani said, halting her movement, a smile playing on her full
lips, "I have to go put a few things on order for the bar. Why don't you
throw on one of those CD's over there by the stereo, and hop up on the stage
and practice to music." Her smile widened, "Don't be afraid to use the bar
either. Remember, the bar is our friend." She chuckled lightly, then turned
on her heel and left the room.
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Part 2b to follow...
Moonie -- GOP
Kinda shaky, but let me know what you think! Ideas always needed!

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? 2b

On...we go!
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Moonie walked over to the stereo and fumbled through the CD's absently.
Several of them contained music by "Subversion" the official Harem band, but
she was in the mood for something...
"Creed." She whispered the word even as her fingers brushed along the hard
plastic case containing the CD.
Hastily, she picked it up, removed it from the case, and stuck it in the
player. Within seconds, the first strains of the song "One" began to fill
the bar, echoing off the walls to envelop the room completely. She
momentarily wondered if the stereo was up too loud, then brushed the thought
off and leapt up onto the stage.
Closing her eyes, she let her body begin to sway with the hard, rushing
sounds of the music, keeping herself attuned to both rhythm and beat, and
letting her movements come carelessly -- naturally. After only a few brief
moments, she fell into a routine of alternating steps and moves that Chani
had taught her over the last few weeks. She used these seductive shimmy's
and struts with a combination of provocative bending and shaking and
slithering to create a semi-organized routine that followed the music while
simultaneously showing off her 'assets'.
Halfway through the tune, she seductively slid her loose silk top off her
shoulders, revealing the thin straps of her sheer bra, then, in time with
the music, she let the material slide down her arms and slip from her
fingers to pool on the floor. It was at about that time that she felt eyes
upon her, and she suddenly felt her senses leap away from the music and into
her body.
A tall, lean, Drule guard was standing in the doorway to the bar, his golden
eyes watching her intently. She ceased all movement and hurriedly snatched
her shirt up from the stage floor, placing it protectively over the sheer
bra that did a poor job of covering up her breasts.
"Hello!" She shouted over the din of the music.
The guard did not respond. He simply stood there, staring at her.
Perhaps he didn't hear her? She thought, then studied him momentarily,
noting the regal appearance of his face and the thick wave of his nearly
waist-length hair.
For some reason, she found him very familiar, and there was something odd
about the way he looked; not unattractive -- just 'different'. Gracefully,
she leaped from the stage to the floor, then darted over to the stereo and
turned it off.
"Hello...?" She said again, granting the guard a small smile.
Again, he did not respond. A shiver raced up her spine.
"My name's Moonsilk." She said, taking a few small steps toward him.
He blinked, "I am called Lorgin."
She smiled again, "Hello, Lorgin." She said, feeling herself relax a bit.
"You shouldn't do that up there when you're alone." He said, motioning to
the stage with a finger.
She quirked an eyebrow at him, "What? Dance?"
He nodded curtly, "Unless you are looking to be mauled, I would suggest only
doing that in the company of others of the female persuasion."
She frowned, "I haven't seen you around here before." She commented, "Are
you new?"
At this, he chuckled harshly, "No." He replied dryly, "I'm not new."
"Then, why haven't I seen you before?"
"I don't work in this part of the Castle."
She startled slightly, another shiver racing up her spine, "Where do you
work?" She asked hesitantly.
He glowered down at her, his golden eyes sparkling, "I am a guardian of King
Zarkon's Harem."
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Uh-oh!! What's gonna happen now? What kind of plan will the Harem ladies
come up with to throw Moonie and Lotor together in a non-sexual venture that
will help to heal old wounds, and hopefully lead to new bonds of the
intimate kind? Who is this Lorgin character, and why is he, a guard for
King Zarkon's Harem, sniffing around the Scribes of Prince Lotor's Harem?
Feel free to add!! Please do!! I need ideas here!!
Moonie -- GOP
My little contribution:
Moonie took a step backwards without realizing it and her stomach
churned. "Zarkon's....Harem? But why are you HERE?"
Lorgin shrugged. "I heard rumors about THIS Harem, and I came here to
check you-I mean them out."
Moonie self-conciously adjusted her straps. She HOPED he didn't mean
what she THOUGHT he meant, but one could never be too sure. Maybe this
Lorgin was Zarkon himself in a very clever disguise.
That's it from ME for now! My brain's about to go KAPLOOIE! Take it
awaaaaaayyyyyyyy!
buggedtothemax

[Scribes Tale] Sunny Day On Doom? - 3
Okay fine, here goes a whole lotta nuttin'! Thanks for the idea Tamy! ;)
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The Scribes Tamy had gathered to confer with in regards to Moonie's
predicament all sat sullen-faced, pondering what they could do to throw
Lotor and Moonie together in a way that would help them to get over their
little "difficulties". So far, silence permeated the room, and Tamy,
herself, was at a total loss.
Suddenly, Dom shot up from her seat and thrust a finger up in the air
knowingly, "I got it!" She exclaimed, a smug grin lighting her face.
All the Scribes turned their attention to Dom.
"Well?" Gina said, lifting both eyebrows meaningfully.
"Yeah, Dom, spit it out already." Jenn said, blinking at Dom.
Dom's smile grew smugger, "We just lure Moonie and Lotor into the elevator!"
She exclaimed, "Then, after they're both in there, we shut it down between
levels."
Silence filled the room, then, "Dom, that's the dumbest idea I have ever
heard." Michelle said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes, "Castle Doom
doesn't have an elevator."
Dom frowned at Michelle, "Does to."
Again, Michelle rolled her eyes, "Does not."
"Does to."
"Does not."
Dom crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at Michelle, "Then what are
those things that take you from floor to floor?" She asked tartly.
"Uh, stairs?" Michelle replied, her tone unmistakably sarcastic.
"You mean the lifts that the guards use, Dom?" Tamy asked suddenly.
Dom nodded, "Yeah, those."
Again, silence permeated as everyone pondered the idea further.
"I think it could work." Samara said slowly, thoughtfully, "If we can manage
to get them both on the lift."
Tamy nodded, "That will be the tricky part."
"Lotor uses those lifts almost everyday." Valeta said softly, "I have seen
him..." She trailed off to the sound of a flurry of playful snickers and
tongue-clucks, then flushed brightly.
"Yes, we all know that you keep your eye on the Prince." Jenn said, winking
playfully at Valeta.
"Speaking of which, maybe we could get Moonie and Lotor trapped in the
elevator on tape...?" Dom said, her questioning tone of voice not lost on
anyone.
Valeta blinked at Dom, "Not unless you want to hold the camera."
Dom smiled wickedly, "Fork it over, V." She said with a chuckle.
Tamy sighed, "Okay, okay, I think we are getting ahead of ourselves here."
She pointed out, "First, we have to devise a way to get Moonie and Lotor
onto the lift -- together. Then, we can talk about taping it."
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(Gina's Addition)
Moonie took a step backwards without realizing it and her stomach
churned. "Zarkon's....Harem? But why are you HERE?"
Lorgin shrugged. "I heard rumors about THIS Harem, and I came here to
check you-I mean them out."
Moonie self-consciously adjusted her straps. She HOPED he didn't mean
what she THOUGHT he meant, but one could never be too sure. Maybe this
Lorgin was Zarkon himself in a very clever disguise.>>

"Shouldn't you be getting back to your section of the Castle?" She asked,
her tone slightly nervous.
He shrugged again, "Zarkon won't miss me." He replied, "I'm not one of his
personal guards, only a Harem guard."
Moonie nodded, "Yes, well, I should go." She said, hastily slipping her
shirt on and slipping past him.
He followed her with his eyes, his gaze seeming to burn right through her
clothing, "Remember what I said about the dancing."
She nodded again, then began to make her way down the hall, feeling the
guards golden gaze following her until she turned the corner and vanished
from his line of sight. She momentarily wondered why he looked so familiar,
then abruptly realized why she recognized him.
He was the guard on Rice-a -- the one who had led her from Agenis' throne
room to the infirmary the night Tamy had been attacked; the night she and
Tamy had both been attacked. But, if he was one of King Zarkon's guards,
what had he been doing on Rice-a?
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Okay, imaginations wanted, any will do...hehehe. Oh, one thing, lets not
make Lorgin a really sick, twisted, Zarkon-is-God type...LOL. Please?
Moonie -- GOP

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? - 4

*sigh* I began this one, and hated it, but just finished now despite my dislike...
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"Do you think it will work, Sammie-ma?" Tamy asked.
Samara nodded, "Note passing is the easiest way to get people to meet
without them knowing about it. Write one to both Lotor and Moonie, signed
from one another. Put the time, and place of the meeting along with
directions -- for Moonie -- and then hand them over to Gorjon." She smiled
at Tamy, "I'm sure he can be trusted to deliver, no?"
A series of muffled chuckles sounded around the table, and Tamy flushed in
response, "Yes." She replied.
"The central tower of the Castle is the only spot that cannot be reached by
stairs. If we have them supposedly looking to meet there -- the rest will
take care of itself." Samara concluded.
"Do we all have to sleep with the Prince?" Rosemary asked suddenly, her eyes
widening as if she were shocked at her own question.
A series of giggles erupted.
"We all want to sleep with the Prince!" Gina exclaimed with a bright grin,
"There is no 'have to' about it!"
"Lotor is very good at what he does." Added Jenn with a little wink, "And,
I'm not talking about conquering planets."
"He can conquer my planet any day!" Piped Dom, wriggling her eyebrows.
"Dom, I think he's conquered your planet one too many times already." Gina
said with a snicker.
"Some of us like being whipped by him too." Valeta noted, a small smile
curling her lips upward as she looked at Gina.
Gina's grin widened, and her eyes flashed mischeviously, "Jealous, V?" She
asked.
Valeta just continued to smile, a secret smile, "I don't need to be
jealous." She said slyly.
Gina quirked an eyebrow, but said nothing.
"Okay." Tamy said, pulling everyone's attention back to her, "Let's see to
one problem at a time here." She paused and inhaled deeply, "So, the idea is
this. We write notes to both Lotor and Moonie. Both written from each
other to each other, and both requesting a meeting of sorts. The notes will
lure them to the lifts, since it will be the only way that both can reach
their destinations -- the central tower of the Castle. After they are on
the lift, we halt it between floors. Everyone got that?"
"How do we know they will come?" Dom asked.
Tamy shrugged, "The whole lift-elevator thing was your idea, Dom."
Dom nodded, "But, the notes were Sammie-ma's."
Tamy exhaled loudly, "Okay, we don't know if they will come, but right now
we don't have any other ideas, and to be quite frank, I want to get Lotor
and Moonie in bed together so that we can move on to other things." She
tilted her head and looked at both Rosemary and Valeta, "Like getting Rose
and V in bed with Big Blue." She winked at them.
"I...I..." Rosemary stuttered, flushing the spectrum, "I'm just here for the
music."
A series of snickers sounded.
"Oh, you'll be hearing music all right!" Jenn exclaimed, triggering another
round of tittering laughter.
Rosemary flushed some more and fidgeted.
"Don't worry." Valeta whispered to Rosemary, "I know how to get around their
pranks. Stick close to me, and we'll keep just beyond the bed while
enjoying the view." She chuckled softly.
Rosemary flushed brighter.
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"Did you see her?" A harsh voice demanded.
"Yes, my King." Came a reply.
"Was she alone?"
"Yes, my King."
"Then why didn't you grab her!" The voice bellowed.
"She vanished before I could, my King."
"Bah!" The voice groused, "Those Scribes are slippery little whores, but I
will have my fill of them yet."
There was a lengthy pause, then, "Go back and bring me that Scribe." The
voice demanded, "She managed to get away from me once, but it won't happen
again. I've had a taste already, and I want more. I am the ruler of this
empire, there is no sense in me not being able to enjoy the wealth of my
kingdom."
A grating laughter filled the air, and the guard who had been kneeling
before the King, rose to his feet, his golden eyes glinting with something
between revulsion and submission.
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Moonie made her way towards her room rather absently, her mind focusing on
Lorgin, and what he could possibly be doing in Lotor's section of the
Castle.
Perhaps he was simply curious, like he said?
She shook her head, knowing that it was not likely that any of Zarkon's
guards were simply "curious". Of course, there was Dargon, and he wasn't
really a threat even though he was of ol' Snapperhead's crew. Still,
something about the way Lorgin had been looking at her, made her shiver with
a sense of impending doom. Perhaps it was the fact that his gaze had been
so intense, so piercing.
She shook her head again, then startled when she ran into something very
warm and very hard.
"Moonsilk."
She didn't even bother to look up -- she already knew the voice, and she
groaned inwardly, "Hello." She said softly.
He grunted and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, "You should watch
where you're going." He admonished, his tone rather gruff.
She nodded, still not bothering to look up at him, then abruptly wondered if
she should tell him of Lorgin and the incident in the bar. Tilting her head
upward, she finally met his gaze, her heart beginning to thump wildly in her
chest as she peered into the flashing golden orbs of his eyes.
He growled low in his throat, and slid his hands from her shoulders to her
wrists, his fingers wrapping around them tightly.
Her heartbeat sped up even further -- a cadence-like sounding of fear mixing
with desire. She watched him with wide eyes as he began to lean towards
her, his face coming closer and closer to her own; his beautiful golden eyes
seeming to flicker and dance as they blinked down at her. Within moments,
his lips were hovering above hers, then, they abruptly bypassed her mouth
and shot to her left ear.
He whispered something into her ear, something spoken in a foreign tongue,
then released his hold on her and brushed by -- vanishing down the corridor.
Moonie blinked rapidly, the foreign words echoing in her mind without
comprehension. With a suddenness that startled her, she knew she must find
Sammie-ma. If anyone would know what Lotor had just said to her, it would
be Sammie-ma.
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Any guesses or suggestions for what Lotor just said to Moonie?
Hmmmmmm...
Input would be appreciated.
Moonie -- GOP

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? - 5a
This may be a little confusing all, but I forgot to add a bit to the last part (4), so I am working around it...sorry...
(( "Knock^" by Doctor Sarah))
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<<<"Hello Lotor."
"How did you know it was me?"
"The way you breath, and aura, are very distinct. Is something troubling
you?"
" . . . What are you doing?"
"Tissue tests. Basically to see if anyone's gotten something, or pregnant.
It's the fastest way to find pregnancies in the main harem, as the ditzs
don't always report them until a few months before birth. It also works
fairly well for the scribes, as then they don't have to go through batches
of embarressing tests. And this way, it's easier to find out who the father
is while she still remembers whom she took to bed."
"Hmph."
"You didn't answer my question."
"What makes you think something's wrong?"
"You wouldn't come in here otherwise."
" . . . "
"It's about Moonsilk, am I right?"
" . . . I am worried about harming her again."
"Well, that first time was partially her own fault. Without at least some
arousal, the vaginal chanel is dry, and not very stretchable at that point.
Did you know it's actually only a few inches long?"
" . . . that was definitely more information that I was expecting. . . Any
suggestions?"
"Just a bit . . . there. Hmm, got a pregnancy in the harem, but which one?
Lemme track down the number. The best way to handle a woman of her size
is to help her to climax at least once before intercourse, and afterwards,
to take it slowly at first. A lot of men find that quite fun. Ah, here's
the . . number . . ."
"Thank you for the advice, Doc."
" . . . "
"Doctor?"
" . . . "
"Is something wrong?"
" . . . oh lord . . . HOW LONG AGO?!"
"How long ago what?"
"I wasn't asking you!! Damnit! Where's that section?!"
"What are you talking about, wench?!"
"Here it is! 'following this chart you can estimate how long ago
conception was, as the redder it gets, the farther along the pregnancy is'
. . . okaayy . . . that's way too light . . . two weeks ago . . . that
would be just after"
"Which one is pregnant?"
" . . . "
"Tamysan?"
" . . . "
"Moonie, Jenn, Dom, who?!"
" . . . I think I shall go take my anger out on Cossack. Pardon me."
"Beat up Cossack? What . . . heh . . . I see. *snicker* He finally got
you, didn't he?"
"Quit laughing or I'll strangle you."
"But weren't you on the injections?"
"I was . . . but the rite pretty much burned them out of me . . . . and the
rubbers broke a few times . . . . oh gods, I feel so embarressed . . . . "
"I'll go find Cossack for you.">>>

((Enter where Moonie bumps into Lotor -- from Part 4))

Moonie made her way towards her room rather absently, her mind focusing on
Lorgin, and what he could possibly be doing in Lotor's section of the
Castle.

Perhaps he was simply curious, like he said?

She shook her head again, then startled when she ran into something very
warm and very hard.

"Moonsilk."

She didn't even bother to look up -- she already knew the voice, and she
groaned inwardly, "Hello." She said softly.

He grunted and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently, "You should watch
where you're going." He admonished, his tone rather gruff.

She nodded, still not bothering to look up at him, then abruptly wondered if
she should tell him of Lorgin and the incident in the bar. Tilting her head
upward, she finally met his gaze, her heart beginning to thump wildly in her
chest as she peered into the flashing golden orbs of his eyes.

He growled low in his throat, and slid his hands from her shoulders to her
wrists, his fingers wrapping around them tightly.

Her heartbeat sped up even further -- a cadence-like sounding of fear mixing
with desire. She watched him with wide eyes as he began to lean towards
her, his face coming closer and closer to her own; his beautiful golden eyes
seeming to flicker and dance as they blinked down at her. Within moments,
his lips were hovering above hers, then, they abruptly bypassed her mouth
and shot to her left ear.

He whispered something into her ear, something spoken in a foreign tongue,
then released his hold on her and brushed by -- vanishing down the corridor.

Moonie blinked rapidly, the foreign words echoing in her mind without
comprehension. With a suddenness that startled her, she knew she must find
Sammie-ma. If anyone would know what Lotor had just said to her, it would
be Sammie-ma.
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((Begin Part 5a))

Hurriedly, she made her way down the halls in search of Sammie-ma -- for
some reason, she just had to know what it was that Lotor had whispered into
her ear. She was sure that he had whispered foreign phrases to many of the
Scribes in the past, but it was the first time, aside from when he was
approaching climax during their first and only encounter, he had ever
whispered to her.

The halls seemed unusually deserted -- and the main room was nearly empty.
I was standing in one of he empty areas when Sarah came bursting through --
obviously in a big hurry.

((Begin "Preparing for a family visit" by Doctor Sarah))
I darted across the main harem area, a wad of bedsheets in my hand, trying
to remember which rooms were empty and NOT connected to ol' barracuda
breath's harem. I had also been looking for Sammie-ma or Lotor to ask
about Drule marriage customs. I found Moonie instead.
"Hey Doc! Why are you running around like a chicken with it's head cut
off?"
"My family's coming for a brief visit, and the older of my two sisters,
Leah, decided she would stay and help me."
Well, maybe Moonie can find Lotor or Sammie-ma for me.
"Moonie, could you ask Lotor or Sammie-ma about Drule marriage customs?"
"Sure . . . what, Cossack proposed?"
"Mm-hm. And for a very good reason."
"What, you two are hot in bed?"
"Nope, but it's going to be arriving in nine to ten months."
I raced off, giggling at her startled shouts. With any luck, that should
get the harem rumor mill started so I wouldn't have to track everyone down
to tell them personally. Now for my other problem: Where to put Leah? Hmm
. . . .
Part 5b to follow directly!!
Moonie -- GOP

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? - 5b
((Continue Part 5))
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"Sarah!" Moonie cried, watching as the doctor fled the area, "Sarah! Get
back here! You can't just tell me that you're going to have Cossack's baby,
then run off, damn it!"
Her cries went unheeded, however, and she watched in disgruntled silence as
Sarah vanished from sight, "Well that was a nice 'how-do-ya-do'." She
muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
She sighed, and frowned, then looked around the empty room.
Where the hell is everyone? She thought.
As if the Scribes had been honing in on her psychic waves, Tamy, Dom, Jenn,
and Rosemary sauntered into the main lounging area, bright grins on all
their faces.
"Have any of you seen Sammie-ma?" Moonie asked, trotting up to them.
Tamy quirked her eyebrow, "She just left us a few minutes ago. Are you
looking for her?"
Moonie nodded, "Yes, I need to find her..." She trailed off, not wanting to
reveal her own reasons for seeking Sammie-ma out, then, "Sarah wants me to
ask her about Drule marriage customs...do you know where she is now?"
"I think she went back to her room." Jenn said, now also quirking an
eyebrow, "Are you getting married to someone, Moon?"
Moonie laughed sharply and shook her head, "No. It's not for me, it's for
Sarah."
"What do you mean?" Dom asked.
Moonie sighed, "Sarah wants me to ask Sammie-ma or Lotor about Drule
marriage customs. " She said, hurriedly, "She and Cossack are having a
baby." She brushed by them, ignoring the startled gasps and rapidly
blinking eyes, "I need to find Sammie-ma."
Before anyone could ask more questions, Moonie quickly made her way out of
the room and began traversing the halls at a rapid pace. Within only a few
brief minutes, she was standing at Sammie-ma's door, her hand poised to
knock. The door swung open before her fist sounded, and Sammie-ma stood
before her, smiling benignly.
"Hello, Moon." She said in her soft, lilting voice.
Moonie blinked down at her, still consistently stunned at the sight of the
small Drule's unadulterated beauty. She fingered her hair self-consciously,
then cleared her throat, "Hello, Sammie-ma. I was wondering if I could ask
you a few questions...?"
Samara smiled at her, "Of course. You know I am always available to talk
to."
Moonie returned the smile then followed Sammie-ma into the room, closing the
door behind her.
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I am waiting for Samara's input before I continue. Comments and Criticisms
are welcome, and as always, feel free to add!! :)
Moonie -- GOP

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day On Doom? - 6

And so we continue....excuse the tense mistakes beforehand...hehehe....

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Samara gestured for Moonie to take a seat on the edge of her divan, "What is
it that you wanted to ask me, Moon?" She asked.

Moonie sat down gingerly and then fidgeted slightly, "Well, there are a
couple of things I wanted to talk to you about, Ma." She replied quietly.

Samara blinked in an expectant manner, but said nothing.

Noting the look of expectancy, Moonie inhaled deeply and released a small
sigh, "Well, first off, I ran into Lotor in the hall -- literally." She
paused and frowned mildly, "He whispered something foreign to me, and I
figured that you might know what it means."

Samara nodded, "What did he tell you?" She asked.

Moonie flushed, "It was actually quite pretty." She admitted, "It was a
short phrase, but I'm not sure I can pronounce it correctly."

"Try." Samara coaxed, granting Moonie another smile.

Moonie nodded, "It sounded like 'Dahv ha-ra, dah-vi'." She shook her head,
"I'm not sure if that's right..."

"It's right, Moon." Samara said, cutting her off, and smiling, "It sounds
like this when spoken with the Drulean accent." She proceeded to repeat the
phrase with beautiful fluidity, "Is that what it sounded like when Lotor
spoke it?"

Moonie nodded, "He breathed it into my ear." A shiver raced up her spine,
"What does it mean?"

Samara chuckled softly, "The part 'Dahv ha-ra' roughly translates as, 'You
hold my heart'." She paused, "The end word 'dah-vi' means 'little one', so
the full statement is, 'You hold my heart, little one'."

Moonie blinked at Sammie-ma, "Are you sure?"

Samara nodded and chuckled again, "Yes, I am sure."

Moonie blinked some more, "But, why would he say that to me?"

"Perhaps you should go to him and find out."

Moonie flushed, "How should I respond?"

Samara took Moonie's hand in hers and squeezed it gently, "Simply say,
'Prima-da ha devma'."

"'Prima-da ha devma'?" Moonie repeated questioningly.

Samara nodded, "Yes, that's right."

Moonie frowned mildly with confusion, "What does it mean, Ma?"

Samara grinned, "You will find out soon enough, my dear." She released
Moonie's hand, "Now go, and don't forget the phrase."

Moonie nodded, then rose to her feet and began to make her way to the door.
She stopped short and turned to face Sammie-ma, "Oh, I almost forgot!" She
exclaimed, "Sarah wanted me to ask you about Drule marriage customs."

Samara startled slightly, "Sarah? Doctor Sarah?"

Moonie nodded.

"Where is she?"

"I'm not sure, but she was in a rush to get wherever she was going." Moonie
smiled, "She's got a bun in the oven, Ma. Cossack is the daddy."

Samara's eyes widened, then she began to chuckle, "Will wonders never
cease." She muttered lightly, then, "Go to Lotor, Moon, I will find Sarah."
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Tamy was smiling when she found Gorjon standing on the threshold leading to
her room, "Hello." She said, her voice twanging in a light, melodic Texan
accent.

"Hello." Gorjon replied, a smug grin curling his sensual lips upward.

Tamy came to halt before him, the material of her outfit brushing over his
uniformed body, "I have a favor to ask of you." She said huskily.

Gorjon quirked an eyebrow, "Really? What kind of a favor?" He reached out
and wrapped a strand of her blonde hair around his index finger as his smug
grin turned sexily seductive.

"Not that kind of favor, you insufferable fiend." She said playfully.

His smile grew more seductive, "I see." He said simply.

Tamy pulled two small pieces of paper from her bodice and held them out to
Gorjon, "These notes need to be delivered to Lotor and Moonsilk. Do you
think that you can do that for me?"

Gorjon eyed the slips of paper, then took them from her hand, "What do I get
for granting you this favor?" He asked, tucking the notes into a pocket on
the jacket of his uniform.

Tamy smiled teasingly, "I don't know. It depends on what you want." She
said.

Gorjon growled low in his throat and captured Tamy about the waist with one
arm, pulling her snugly against him, "You know what I want, saucy wench." He
said gruffly, then took her mouth in a fiery kiss the spoke volumes of his
desire for her.

Tamy giggled into his mouth, then pulled away, "I will think about it." She
said, fingering the buttons along the front of his jacket, then taking a few
backward steps.

He growled again, "I believe a proper thank you will be in order." He said,
taking a step towards her.

She held her hand out in a placating manner and smiled up at him innocently,
"I agree." She said flirtatiously, "But, first you have to grant my favor."

Gorjon frowned in a teasing, pouting manner, "It will be done, and then..."
He trailed off and grinned, "And, then, you can thank me properly." He
turned and began making his way down the hall.

Tamy giggled to herself as she watched him leave.

Such a fine specimen, she thought, grinning brightly, such a fine specimen
indeed. She turned away from his retreating form and strolled off to find
the rest of the ladies and let them know that the plan was in action.

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Okay, there it is, ladies. I didn't feel like waiting, so I made a phrase
up to go with the phrase Sammie-ma sent me. Moonie's response phrase was
donated by Samara, and what Lotor said to Moonie was made up by me. Anyway,
Part 7 should come soon. Feel free to add!! :)

Moonie -- GOP

[Scribes Tale] A Sunny Day on Doom? - 7

I gotta finish this little ditty I started what, 2 months ago? Hrmmm...what to do, what to do...

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Lorgin frowned deeply as he made his way silently through the Castle
corridors. He had been under Zarkon's thumb for way too long, and he
knew it. He had never liked the creepy old bastard, but there wasn't
much he could do in regards to his position unless he wanted to have his
throat slit. After all, he wasn't exactly what he appeared to be, and
should the aging King find that out, he'd be a goner for sure.

His frown deepened as he made his way through the winding halls
ultimately breaching the invisible barrier that separated Zarkon's half
of the Castle from Lotor's. Immediately, he noted the abrupt change of
atmosphere; the air seemed lighter, fresher, cleaner, and the lighting
seemed brighter and softer all at once. The sounds of feminine laughter
drifted into his ears distantly and the sweet scents of delicately
perfumed female bodies wafted across his senses enticingly.

Ah, what he wouldn't give to work beneath Lotor's hand rather than King
Zarkon's!

He scowled. This little task would not sit well with the Prince of Doom.
If nothing else, he knew that much to be true. Lotor was well known as
being highly protective of his Harem, the Scribes in particular. And,
although the one that Zarkon had requested was fairly new around the
Castle, it by no means meant that the Prince thought any less of her.

The role he was playing in this whole scheme would surely show him the
heated end of Lotor's lazon sword should he be caught in the act.

As Lorgin rounded the next corner, he came face to face with a familiar
male form.

"Lorgin? What are you doing here?"

Lorgin clenched his jaw, the muscles twitching slightly, "I am looking
for someone." He replied curtly. "Not as if it's any of your business,
Gorjon."

Gorjon frowned, "You'd better not let Lotor catch you sniffing around
here."

"Lotor has nothing against me."

Gorjon grunted, "Lotor tends to avoid letting Zarkon's guards play around
with his Harem."

Lorgin frowned, "I suppose that Dragon is the only exception, eh?"

"Just watch your back, Lorgin." Gorjon said tightly. "I don't have
anything against you personally - yet. Let's try to keep it that way."
He began to stride away. "I have other matters to attend to at the
moment, but I will be checking in on you later should you still be
present in my domain."

Lorgin watched him leave with an air of agravation and a fuzzy sensation
of jealousy, then released a heavy sigh and looked down at the floor. He
studied its smooth expanse for several moments before he noticed
something odd lying near the opposite wall.

Slowly, he made his way over to it and picked it up off the floor. It
was a scrap of paper that had been carefully folded in half.

He blinked at it once, then unfolded it and began to read to himself, his
facial expression growing both tense and relieved all at once. It was a
note, a not to Lotor from Moonsilk to be exact. He inhaled deeply and
nodded inwardly, then folded the note back over and slid it into his
pocket. He imperceptibly straightened his stance and slowly started to
make his way back to Zarkon's half of the Castle, a new frown
highlighting his brow.

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Moonie strolled through the halls with a half-dazed look on her face.
She couldn't believe that Lotor had actually whispered such an endearing
term to her. After all that had happened between them since their hasty
first encounter, and the events that had occured on Rice-a, he still
wanted her - he had never stopped wanting her. He had said as much
during their brief encounter in the field behind Agenis' Palace, hadn't
he? At the time, she had missed it entirely, but it wasn't exactly
revealed under the best of circumstances, nor was she acting herself
during most of that little Holiday.

An image of Dacronius abruptly flittered across her mind and she cringed
inwardly.

She hastily pushed the image back into the recesses of her mind. It
would do her little good to recall that event now. it was in the past
and that's where it needed to stay - in the past.

She sighed pensively, her pace slowing somewhat as her thoughts drifted
idly from one thing to another, so when she abruptly ran smack-dab into
Gorjon, she leaped with surprise then frowned.

Good job, Moonie! She silently admonished. That's twice today that you
have run into males lurking in the corridors - maybe you ought to
consider having your eyes examined, or maybe your head.

She shook off the voice of admonishment and flushed brightly, "I'm
sorry," she mumbled.

Gorjon chuckled softly, "No harm done. I'm a big boy." He paused and
studied her for a moment, "I have something for you."

Moonie startled and blinked up at him. "You do?" She asked, the confusion
evident in her voice, "I don't recall ordering any new toys or lingerie
for the..." She trailed off as Gorjon thrust a thin slip of paper out at
her.

She took it from him tentatively, then quirked an eyebrow and studied it
for a moment before opening it. As she read over it, her face heated
with a bright flush and a slow, seductive smile curled her lips upward.
She released a single soft laugh, then looked up to find that Gorjon had
vanished over the course of the passing moments. She glanced around for
him, then shrugged when she discovered he was nowhere in sight.

Alas, Gorjon's abrupt departure did not bother her in the least, because
the note she held in her hands stated clearly exactly how much Lotor
wanted her. She grinned brightly and turned on her heel, racing off down
the corridor to find Tamy or one of the other ladies to help her get ready for the arrival of dusk.

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Alrighty, I am beat, between "Stone" and my other works and this, I am burnt for the day...please feel free to add-on!! This is a free for all ladies!! Fix Moonie up and get her ready for her visit with Lotor!! hehehe...oy....
Moonie -- GOP