Surviving the Harem Life! Chapter 2
Hey guys! I have to address something real quick here. My other two stories will be updated this weekend (hopefully, but I doubt it cause I got a lot of projects due) and I will work on the start of my fourth over the week. I kinda sealed my fate with trying to juggle four stories and keep each audience entertained. Well, I'll try my best. Also, shout out to LSDAuthor2013 for getting the reference. The quote "Hang on to your butts" was spoken by Samuel L. Jackson in Jurassic Park. Finally, if you want to submit a character, then here:
NOTE: ALL OCs MUST BE FEMALE!
1. Name
2. Personality
3. Physical Features (height, hair, ect.)
4. Pokémon (and names)
5. Any other details
Now, viewer, read, review, and enjoy!
"Know how in any way shape or form is that fair?" I asked.
"It just is. Now come on." Morgan said as she led the way to the paintball course. I sighed before following, wondering how I was going to stand a chance at all.
Crunch... crunch
'What was that!?' I thought, whipping around. It was quite terrifying. Of course Morgan had to be a dick and give me a sniper and a pistol. Even worse, it wasn't even an arena. She told me I had two minutes to hide in the forest before they came after me. So my sniper would do shit in the close quarters of the woods, and the girls had shotguns and ARs. I was walking in a stream bed, jumping at my own footsteps. So far I haven't seen anyone. I knew I had no chance. The worst part was that I had no padding. Morgan told me to just suck it up. So they are as armored as the swat team, and I have shorts and a t-shirt. Not even a facemask. They didn't even give me enough ammo. I guessed that if I was going to be maimed, might as well delay it. I trekked on through the forest, listening to the rhythmic sound of leaves crunching. Everything seemed to quiet. 'Maybe there not coming. Maybe this was a good joke.' I thought. 'Yeah, a good natured joke.' I took another step, and was flung upwards into the air. I let out a terrible screech/choke as I swung back and forth. I looked down, er, up, and saw my foot was caught in a rope. 'Shitshitshitshitshit.' I thought frantically. I walked right into a trap.
"How's it hanging?" A voice far below me asked sarcastically.
"Oh, just fine, asshole." I answered as I swung my head to see Morgan standing beneath me. I brought my hand to my holster, but my pistol wasn't there. I looked down, and saw Morgan pick it up from the ground.
"Looking for this?" She joked. I knew I had one option. I started to swing awkwardly to the branch above me. I grabbed on, but the awkward angle hurt. I reached for my sniper, and managed to grab it. My weight shifted, and I pulled the sniper free, but the bipod was ripped clean. I swung back down, and took aim upside-down. "C'mon, try and hit me." I pulled the trigger, but it was stuck. Flustered, I pulled the bolt back and aimed again. This time, the trigger worked, but the bullet rolled right out of the barrel. The spring must have broken. To add insult to injury, the paint canister swung open and the paintballs steamed out onto the ground.
"Well fuck..." I said, dropping the sniper.
"Sucks for you. Ready girls?" Morgan called into the woods. Suddenly, camo-clad heads popped out of the bushes all around me. All of them had their guns trained on me.
"Ready!" She yelled. 'Oh no...' I thought. I tried to swing to a branch, but failed. Instead, by shirt fell down over my head, blinding me.
"Aim!" I squirmed around now, trying to get myself down by any means necessary.
"FIRE!" As soon as the words left her lips, I heard popping all around me. The first shot hit me straight in the back of the head. The next hit my gut. Then a forth, and a fifth. My body screamed in pain as hundreds of paintballs hit me every second. I was sure they where over the legal FPS. My skin felt warm in some places, and I knew it wasn't paint. Once the assault of roughly 3,000 paintballs was over, I just hung there, not even sure if I was conscious anymore. "Alright, cut him down." Morgan said. Next thing I knew, I was lowered about five feet and then dropped the last 10.
"What... the... fu...fuck... was that?" I said, half coughing, half chocking on my own blood from hitting the ground. I looked over to see Morgan was laughing her ass off. "That... that wasn't funny at all." I leaned over and coughed up some blood. Upon seeing my own blood, I gaged a bit and puked on the forest floor next to me. Morgan stopped laughing at this and looked at me in horror.
"OH MY GOD! ARE YOU OK?" She panicked.
"Oh so now you ask." I joked. I stood up, or at least tried to. I keeled over and regurgitated again, and stumbled back again before regaining my balance.
"Do you need help!?" Morgan asked.
"I-I think I can walk." I said. I took a step and immediately almost collapsed. I steadied myself and took another step. After a few more, I was walking fine. I pulled my wet shirt over my body. The shirt was basically in half, and the half that was left looked like a stuck of butter in a wood chipper. "You mean you actually do that shit in class?"
"What do you mean? Today is Saturday."
"So that whole thing was a setup?"
"I-I thought it would be funny. I'm sorry..."
"Yeah haha. So funny!"
"ARE YOU OK?" An unfamiliar voice said from behind. Suddenly, a pair of hands where on my chest.
"Um, I'm fine?" I said, trying to push the new face away. I didn't recognize her.
"Jamie, leave him alone!" Morgan said to the girl.
"But he's hurt!" Jamie protested. "Look, he's bleeding!" She said, holding up my tattered shirt.
"I told you, I'm alright!" I said, pulling my shirt down. "If anything, I'm hungry."
'Yeah, me to." Said Morgan. "Lets go to the cafeteria."
"Could I at least change?"
"No."
After lunch, Morgan had some more genius ideas. Her current one was a game friendly game of football. And, of course, by friendly I mean I have to two hand tag and they can full on tackle. I still was never given the chance to shower. It was, to no surprise, guys vs. girls, or should I say, guy. It was shirts vs. skins, but I didn't really care since my shirt was about as protective as a fridge in a nuke testing site (name that reference). I was still orange, with streaks of red from my blood. My hair was aloof and bright orange. It stuck up everywhere because I wasn't given a helmet. Jamie seemed terrified of this. I guessed she was hemaphobic. I went to my end of the field and got ready for the kick off. Morgan punted it, and I ran backwards to catch it. Once the ball landed in my outstretched arms, I started to run. I didn't get more than four feet before Morgan speared me to the ground. I skidded back a few feet, the wind knocked out of me.
"Isn't there something against spearing in the rules?" I asked. I knew nothing about the rules in football.
"No rules!" Morgan said, jumping up. I tried to dust myself off, but the dirt just stuck to the paint, which was almost dry, but the mud moistened it again. I stood up and grabbed the ball. I looked at the defense, and saw that as soon as I took a step, I would be annihilated. I looked down at the ball and eased up. "What's wrong now?" Morgan said, annoyed. I waved her over and waited till she was beside me. I noticed the defense had relaxed a bit. 'Perfect.' I thought. I stood for a second before bolting through them, catching them off guard. 'Hehe. Oldest trick in the book.' I sprinted hard. 'Just 40 more to go. 30. 25. 20.' I counted to myself. Suddenly, a weight landed on my back, and then another. My knee buckled and I fell face first into the dirt with an audible 'Ohff'. Two weights shifted on my back.
"You can run fast." A voice said.
"You _almost _got away." Another said.
"To bad we got you." The original voice said, slowly grinding up on my back.
"Yeah." Said the other, copying her actions.
"Jesslyn! Samantha! Get off of him!" Morgan said, pulling them off of me.
"Thanks." I wheezed out to her.
"Yeah, yeah. Alright, well I guess we better stop the game before these two explode." She said, releasing Samantha and Jesslyn's shirt collar.
"Can I go get a shower now?" I asked her.
"Sure. Grab your other pokeballs, too. Where going to have another battle.
Hey guys, sorry this ones so short, but I thought I'd get it out to you. Also, I have some examples of OCs for y'all.
Name: Morgan Helmenway
Personality: Loves to prank and mess with Zac. Her jokes usually end up with Zac getting hurt, and she quickly regrets. Takes humor in pain. Friendly, but really assertive.
Physical Features: As tall as Zac (5'6"- 5'7"). Green eyes and light brown hair that is shoulder length that she hangs free. C-cup with a small waist, and powerful legs that Zac will later come to know their power.
Pokémon: Francesca (Furret) Amy (Ambipom) Rayna (rhyperior) ? ? ?
Name: Jamie Quinnly
Personality: Has major Hemophobia. She tries to protect Zac because she feels something so "amazing" shouldn't be damaged.
Physical Features: An inch or two taller than Zac, with sky blue eyes and brown hair she keeps down to her shoulder blades. She is a C-cup.
Pokémon: I don't know yet
Name: Samantha Noswell
Personality: Loves to make Zac feel uncomfortable. She tries her hardest to be perverted towards him and always wants to get beneath the sheets.
Physical Features: Tall as Zac and thin. She uses her Double Ds to caress Zac anyway possible. Her hair is jet black and stops just above her waist. She has mesmerizing dark blue eyes.
Pokémon: I have to think about that one.
*Jesslyn's bio is in a review, so go check it out and leave one yourself. So thanks for reading! Bye for now! *