The moon has rotated Earth itself for the longest time. It shapes the waters that crash against green and grey, molding the land below. It reflects the faintest light from the sun occasionally as if a blinking eye over millenia and more. It indicates nightfall, even though the sun is dominantly responsible for such a feat. It receives worship via the life below with many meanings placed upon, within, over and over, woven as if an idol, effigy, a vessel to receive definition. It, defying all means of reason and science, births out entities unknown by the grand populace below. One of these entities emerged from the shadowy sides and crevices amongst the craters, then tried to dance with the sun. This entity, a figure who had taken a feminine form, found that their space was brief, parting for longer periods of time than the entity felt comfortable with. The moon was cold and desolate, far from the sun.
A love she soon understood that was not meant to be.
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A cup filled with steamy coffee waves it fumes out in the public air. It rests upon a metal table meant for public use. A black gloved, long, yet delicate hand reaches out to take it by the handle, raising it to a fair and fine face. Her other hand lifts some of her blonde hair over her ear to start sipping the hot drink. Red irises stare to the side under the shade of her black sunhat. Her gaze looks upon the cashier and their coworker within the cafe, both of which had been staring at her for quite some time, though averting their gaze when they noticed her eyes upon them. Of course, she had a feeling this would happen given her dominant sized bust that bulges out of her fair and fine black dress. She returns her gaze over the drink... of which had been emptied from her "sipping". Lowering it back down with a scrunch of her lip, she would take aim at the platter of doughnuts she had also ordered. All stuffed with jelly and glazed over with chocolate. A sweet tooth she can never avoid.
The employees would witness her suddenly devour the doughnuts in 4 fell swoops. Though most of it was obscured with her raised hand in the way and her head leaning forward, the sight of her fingers elongating briefly into jagged spikes made them question what they saw. A few wipes over her lips, she got up with both empty plate and cup to re-enter the cafe by a hip check to the door. "The meal was quite marvelous!" She spoke, her tone outgoing with an aged voice, yet also warming. The cashier, now alone at the front, shyly nods as she approaches, then asking, "Anything else?" She would nod, reaching into her cleavage. Her hand reaches further, deeper, lower arm fully submerged between soft flesh. "Give me a moment, I sometimes lose it in there..." She idly looks upward with a bob of her head as the cashier waits with wide eyes looking off to the side. "I'll take a dozen of those chocolate jelly doughnuts." She finally orders once more as she takes out her black wallet. Her finger reaches in... followed by her hand, deeper once more much like her cleavage. As she does, the cashier now stares at the wallet in utter curiosity yet worry while gathering the mentioned doughnuts into the box.
A payment, a formal farewell, a pair of dumbfounded workers, and a happy customer. The blonde beauty now carrying a bag and its box of doughnuts down the sidewalk with a happy grin over her face. This quiet day being lovely as it is could have been better, but nothing is ever perfect. Some of things she does enjoy is a bit of chaos for a varying period. It doesn't have to be by malice or from joy, just something spicy. Her quiet steps would then be interrupted by the sound of a roaring motorcycle speeding down the street beside her. She would then hear a cry of frustration yelling at the ongoing bike at the far side of the street. "Stole", "stop", and other indicators tell her the story that is occuring. She thinks to herself, 'Should I help?...' with a scrunch of her lips. '... sure.' was her answer.
As the thief rides, they hold quite the adrenaline pumped smile under their helmet. Thinking how easy it was to steal this bike and none of the cons that came up, they would assume the best for their future. No consequences, no problems, all the pros. As they pass under a bridge with its strong shade, they'd emerge... with suddenly several questions. The sensation of two, huge breasts pushinghttps://www.deviantart.com/creaturefeep/art/Putting-a-Face-to-the-Voice-BBW-916545593 against their back, long arms wrapping around their waist, and a chin resting over their head. The thief turns his head to try and see whoever is holding onto them, but is forced to stare back at the road by a raised hand upon their chin. "Oh, darling!~ You're taking me out on a date so soon?~" This blonde beauty exclaims as she holds onto the thief. They realize that they are now being held hostage, so they remain silent and calm. Though tense, they slowly stop the bike in the middle of the street, then turning their frightened gaze up to the woman's face. Her sly grin and red, glowing eyes under her shading sunhat stares down at them with every ounce of smug energy she could radiate. They gulp in fear.
"God damnit..." The owner of the bike says, sitting at the streetside curb. Her hands covering her face with great shame. Remembering every detail she could muster, recollecting the thief's look and her bike as well, she'd finally take out her phone to start dialing up local law enforcement. That was when she witnesses the sight of her bike mounted by that tall and busty beauty she previously saw briefly. The blonde treated it like a moped even though it was a lot more sporty, slowly stopping with her eager expression glued onto the rider, right before them. A turn of the key, a stop to the motor, followed by a silent moment between the rider and the mistress. Finally, after a quarter minute of silence, the rider blurts out, "What the fuck-" with the tall woman then interrupting, "Care for a doughnut?" She'd bring up the bag of doughnuts up into view while dismounting the vehicle. More silence afterwards followed, so she'd shake the bag a big more just to remind the biker she's there. With a shake of the biker's head, she'd calm down and nod.
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"So-" The blonde eats her own doughnut, dainty lips vacuuming the treat. "-you left your keys in the bike thinking it was okay, then rushed into the gas station, followed by someone stealing it because of your carelessness?" The biker nods with her own shame now in full display, still eating at the doughnut first offered. "Hmm... Just remember to keep your belongings with you at all times." The blonde would pull out another doughnut from the box for another swift chomp that seemed nearly comical. The biker then inquires, "So, how the hell did you get my bike back anyway? Not to brag, but my ride is pretty fast." The blonde stretches out her neck forward with her lips going inward as if thinking of a way to avoid directly answering this question. "I... took a shortcut." A half truth would suffice. "... sure, whatever... thanks, uhm..." the biker tries to muster up whatever kindness they can. "Mara, dear. My name is Mara. Care for another doughnut?" She would offer another of the treats, though the biker declines, followed by Mara downing the treat like the rest. "My name is-" but before she could state her own name, the blonde, tall figure is gone.
Down the sidewalk is a walking, tall, busty beauty without care for the world yet too much to give. She could do whatever she wanted to her surroundings, yet ultimately decides to commune with those around. How could she terrorize the populace when it was them that believed in the moon to hold meaning, and that meaning gave birth to her? It was just an idea. A belief, much like religion, but no proper focus. Once she was aware of herself, she sought out experience. What could she find in life from those who also live? Her meaning, or the belief she upheld, is to care for the flesh and indulge some more. Thus, Mara started to roam wherever she could delight herself and others around her who consented for such generosity. Though she can admit to going just a bit overboard, especially with her sweet tooth, who can deny such an intimate moment if it is desired and accepted?
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Mara's Day Out
FanfictionA tall damsel who came from the moon who roams the earth in decadence. She graces those she encounters with decadence and a good time while living a carefree life. Who knows what she will do next? Will a buffet suffer at her hand, or will she fatten...
