A EQ2 story. Qeynos Vs Freeport
It was a normal day in Qeynos.. People going about their duties and some wasteing time.. A white ratonga by the name of Argit could be seen argueing with a froglock nearby.
" If i was here for trouble i would have done it by now! God damn you froglocks you could never understand.. " He snaped.
" Thou art going to bring trouble to this land.. With or without thy intentions.. " She replied slowly then gave a croak.
Argit looked anoyed and let out a sigh and left. He had attempted to buy some potions from this store but so far all of his oddjobs for the queen still had not earned him much respect or trust here yet..
Argit was a young ratonga with thin soft white fur a long tail that would snap at the slightest hint of him being anoyed as well as haveing decent sized ears and black tribal markings on his forhead and eyes. He would wear this as good luck since he was a warden and he strongly felt like energy was everything.. He had to stay possetive and just hope things would get better.. If not then there was no turning back anyway.. He was here to stay.
He also would also wear thin robes and always had a slinky walk and appearance. One of his most easy to notice traits was the fact that he did not have the ratonga accent that would make most have a high pitch voice and put a S in some of their words.. He was very attractive.. For a rat anyway.. Kerrans had chased him up and down the outside of town.. He had been shot with countless aarows on his way here by racist rangers that did not want to tolerate vermin in their town.. It was just due to the fact of his healing abilitys and skills at being on the run that he was able to live.. So far things had been a nightmare.
He did however have one friend.. A fae by the name of Kristin.. She was a fury.. Also a druid like himself accept where he was skilled in spells that healed and restrained she was skilled in spells that destroyed most of all.
As he walked into North Qeynos he sat down in the town square and let out a soft sigh. His tail wraped arond his waist and his head in his hands. He did not like his hands.. Those thin fingers made for picking someones pocket.. He always hid them with black gloves as well as his feet mostly due to the fact he did not like the fealing of dirt or being dirty.. Despite being a druid he was not one to be smelly or have any trace of muck on him.
Suddenly he spoted her and made a rattish smirk. This day may get better yet. " Kristin! "
" Hi Argit.. How are you today? " She asked.
" Erm.. Well.. Not that good.. No one likes me here.. Just like in freeport.. All they say is the only good ratonga is a dead one.. " He replied slowly as he looked down with a sigh.
" Hmph.. Your no ratonga.. Your something else.. All the others are nasty dirty cruel things.. But not you.. And one day this city will admit it.. You just need to give it time.. " She replied as she flew up into the air a momment then floated down and sat next to him. " Hey.. I need to go into the thundering steppes and kill some damn water witch.. thingys in the water.. My family of course made themselves busy.. Annnd.. Since you seem to not be haveing a good day here.. Perhaps you could come with me..? " She asked.
Argit looked up at her a moment appearing to think on the matter then shruged and nodded. " Of course Kristin.. "
After a hour of flying from griffon station to griffion station they had at last arrived. Wasteing no time they used their druid spells to breath underwater then went in. Soon the fight was on and they were fighting like crazy.
" Damn they just seem to keep comeing.. " Argit said telepathicly to her. She nodded and finally with a bolt of ice the last one went down. These things looked like sea hags.. But Argit did not know much since he had little to no time to study.. He was only about 16 years old.. All his life he had lived in fear and had to sometimes steal to get food to survive. Life was hard.. His parents had taken care of him but his two older brothers would mock him for always trying to stay so clean.
" Im glad thats over.. " Kristin said telepathicly. She looked sorta funny now. Normally she appeared as a young happy fae with a white dress.. Rainbow coloured wings and long blond hair with blue eyes. But now her hair was a mess and she looked like she was going to snap if she did'nt get out of here.
" Me too.. " Argit replied then suddenly he heard a splash. What the hell was going on now..?
Before he could tell he saw Kristin drop down. A shadowknight of some sort had used the spell Harm touch on her. He quickly tryed to heal her and as soon as she regained consciousness she summoned several deadly spells on the knight. He appeared to be a iksar and he was burnt up despite being in the water.. Argit tryed to help her further but he was distracted when something grabed at his throat. He span arond to find another ratonga. He looked like a assassin.. He had black fur and a anoyed expression at his attack missing.. Fighting in the water was hard but they had suprise on their side not to mention both he and his friend had been wounded.
Argit growled and span. He pulled out stone from his robe.. He was pretty sure it was called a pumix stone but he could'nt remeber.. He had bought it from a merchant in Qeynos Harbor and it was said to have amazeing curseing powers.
The assassin had before not been effected by the water. He had some sort of totem arond his neck. But when Argit used the stone the totem shatterd and the black ratonga's eyes instantly went wide as it realised what Argit had done.
Meanwhile the shadowknight and his Fury friend Kristin had been haveing a epic battle of their own.. But the shadowknight seemed to be winning. He was useing spells of decay and it was so strong it was even eating away at everyone's clothes. It did not effect the shadowknights ally accept for his clothes since now his buffs and charms of protection were destroyed from the stone. Argit and Kristinbee could feal their flesh begining to fall apart but they would quickly restore it with their regrowth spells. These strong healing spells allowed them to recover qiute well and it would continue working even after the spell was casted a number of times.
With a strike that sounded like thunder and a hissing sound both kristin and the Iksar shadowknight blew eachother away. Kristinbee was ashes now in the water. Her body aged and decayed despite her best efforts and the shadowknight was burnt to the point it would be hard to know what he was.
This left Argit and the Assassin.. And now Argit HATED them for what they had done to his friend. The assassin had stabed at him and tryed to swim up to the surface as best he could but Argit used a snare spell to have several large roots come up from the bottom of the water and wrap arond the ratonga's feet. The Assassin was not going to go down without a fight however and used a noose it took from its belt that was the last of its gear besides its daggers that had not decayed into nothing to wrap arond Argit's neck and attempt to strangle him. Argit quickly parried a dagger from its free hand and knocked it out of its grasp by jaming it in the wrists with a wand he had. The other dagger it had droped to get out the noose.
They were chest to chest now and this was the first time Argit had ever been so close to another male before. Despite his anger he could'nt help but get turned on as bubbles poured out of the assassin's muzzle as he strugled to hang on and take him down. The noose was tightening at his throat and appeared to be enchanted as well since he could not use any healing spells to try to breath. He looked down while still strugleing a little to keep the assassin restrained and saw they were both totaly nude now. His pink rathood was almost fully erect and he looked over and saw the other ratonga's penis was black and also hard.
Without thinking he began humping and rubbing his cock and balls up and down that of his foe. Whom was still trying to choke the life out of him.. The noose began to lose its tightness as he felt the Ratonga strugleing and perhaps even humping back as his body twisted a little and more bubbles poured out of his mouth. Finally he had ran out of air and the black furred ratonga assassin gave out a gasp for breath that was soon filled up with water.
The roots and vines restraining the ratonga's legs began to lossen as the ratonga lacked the ability to surface for air.. Argit let the noose slide out from his neck and kissed the dieing ratonga on the muzzle. It coughed some water in his mouth and tryed to draw in air but was not very successful.. What was he doing? Argit did not know but his darkest desires were takeing over now along with his grief for his friend and now he was acting..
He wraped his arms arond the ratonga and they drifted down onto the bottom of the water. Argit laying ontop the ratonga and lightly holding his arms down as the assassin kicked a few times and wraped his black tail arond his own, Argit was still humping like crazy.. He had never felt such amazeing pleasure before. The simple fealing of haveing another male's penis and balls ramming into his own was all he could have dreamed for. He never would of thought he was gay before now. He did not like girls or the idea of ever playing the top or bottom game of sex. He did not want a guy to make him his girl or to make a guy or a girl do the same.. But this was perfect.. Yet this was not love.. It was Revenge.. Sweet sweet revenge..
The assasin's black dick was rock hard now as well and as his convulses began to ceased Argit watched his eyes roll back into his head and felt the assassins penis shoot its load all into the water. And the same time he did the same. Ooh this was amazeing..
As the moment passed he looked into his dead lovers eyes and felt his rock hard penis begin to grow stiff again in death as he brushed it gently back and forth his own that had went a little soft was but was soon begining to grow hard again.
Perhaps the saying was true.. Perhaps the only good ratonga was one dead... But he might change his mind.. Being a druid he had the ability to revive.. He would bring back his friend and not say a word of this.. And maby even the assassin sometime.. But he would much rather keep his wonderful body as it was for now.. Emotionless and fresh. Also clean since it had been in the water so long.. Just his toy and dirty little secret he could hide for now.
He layed down on the soft sand outside the water and droped the water heavy male down ontop him again and just closed his eyes and took it all in.. He had done it.. And god he had discoverd he no doubt liked guys now.. It just made him sad that perhaps no one else liked one he liked.. And there was no way he would allow someone else to make him their girl. So he would just perhaps try to wind into situations like this again.. There was always a war.. Plenty of bodies laying arond.. Left there to rot.. Such a waste.. He understood how necromancers felt back home now.
Well.. He had all his future ahead of him.. Unlike this poor rat unless he decided to bring him back.. He would return to qeynos and see what fate had in store for him.. No matter what.. This had turned out to be qiute a nice day after all..
(( OOC This is my first story on this site.. Tell me whatcha think.. Also i am a fan of Thelastgasp and i intend to follow in his footsteps so... * Smirks * Thanks for reading and sorry for any spelling errors and blah blah blah. I do not own Everquest 2.. If you ended up reading this and you were under 18 then dont get caught.. Its not allowed.. Yada yada yada.. ))