Female Inflation

Being a mercenary for hire was always an interesting job. The work took you to many strange and facinating places. Unfortunately, it also took you some very dark and unwelcome places.

Such as the inescapable, direbadger filled canyon swordsman Flint Ironstag and his mage partner Haruka Ariadust had found themselves trapped in.

It had started like a routine quest, some old fart requesting they check out an old temple, find the treasure within, and bring it back to the starving villiage so the townsfolk could buy some food. Pretty simple really.

It was the day before Thanksgiving, and Mother Nature had served up a typical late November storm, a storm that made up for what it lacked in force with sheer persistence. It'd kept up a steady rhythm on the roof of the tent all of yesterday and looked to be continuing through today. I'd finished today's newspaper hours ago, down to the crossword puzzle. The only stations we could get on the old radio were fading in and out of static, making listening an exercise in frustration, something neither of us needed more of.

"Star, are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Do I LOOK unsure, Dick?" Starfire said with a giggle. The red-orange alien girl knelt before him on his apartment floor, naked except for a loin cloth thong. Her arms were shackled behind her head to a chain that ran up to a bolt in the ceiling. A warm smile was spread across her face as her green, pupil-less eyes watched Dick intently, whose face was almost as red as Starfire's.

"I mean, I'm all for taking our relationship to he next level, but don't you think-"