Melon Balls

Chapter Thirteen:

"I hate to wake you... For you are so adorable. Though, it's time put our plan into action."

Nikki rubbed her dry eyes with her tiny hands, and yawned cutely; she sat her stuffed animal up as well, and stared upon Taylor.

"Wh-why is your hair all ruffled...? And why do you... Look so m-messy and agitated?"

"Why do you always stutter?! I mean... Is it on your agenda to learn, or not?"

Nikki very cautiously hopped off, and was caught by Taylor, then set on the ground. It was detected by Taylor that Nikki was bearing a lot of thigh, and considering the fact that she had only a long t-shirt on, Nikki could have been pantiless. Reaching her hand out, Taylor seized the edge of Nikki's shirt, and ever so slowly began to ascend.

"H-hey! That's my p-p-private area!" Nikki squeaked while blushing furiously, and pushing her shirt back down.

"That's the point. Though, perhaps I should wait... Okay, are you prepared?"

Nikki quickly and affirmatively nodded, and she pursued Taylor to the outside training area. Taylor cracked her knuckles and her gauntlets came to encase her hands; she dragged her fingers through her hair, in an attempt to slightly straighten it. A small surge of electricity maneuvered around Nikki's hands, and in a flash, her jagged sword appeared in her hands. Taylor abruptly rotated around, which resulted in Nikki colliding into her.

"S-sorry! It w-w-was an accident..."

"Hm. Nikki, why do you stutter so much? I could not help but notice you do it frequently in my presence."

"I-I... I don't know. Mommy said that maybe it is stress or nervousness. M-maybe I get nervous around you... I mean, you are r-really pretty, but kind of scary..."

"Wow. You. Are. Adorable. I appreciate those comments to a high degree. I suppose I could assist you with your slight speech disorder. We should start with that, as a matter of fact." Taylor patted the top of Nikki's head.

After Nikki very cheerily expressed her gratitude, the two worked on verbal exercises to help improve Nikki's speech flow. The flirts made by Taylor flew right past Nikki's head; her young mind was totally oblivious to the wicked words of Taylor. Squirming around on Taylor's lap, Nikki discerned a solid bulge poking her underside, and she pulled her shirt down, so that whatever it was would not touch her crotch.

"Taylor... Um. Something is poking me."

"Wow, you didn't even stutter! That was excellent! But don't worry about that." She pushed Nikki off.

Taylor jerked her fist forward, right in a trajectory that propelled toward Nikki's face. Nikki yelped as a response, and flinched dramatically. When she demanded for an explanation, she received none.

Taylor caressed Nikki's flawless, baby-smooth face with her thumb, "Prepare yourself for training."

With her sword raised, Nikki expelled a peppy, "Yes, ma'am!"

Biting her lip, Taylor pulled out an extensive checklist of objectives to aide Nikki; it was scattered with demonic, macabre doodles, but she ignored them as she read off the objectives.

"These are for myself, though, you may be able to tap into my methods. Anyway, it is crucial that you establish a fighting position that is comfortable for you. In my opinion, you appear to be a quick, light person in an overall sense. If you don't mind, I would like to see you run from that tree stump there, over to me. To analyze your speed, and register it into my mental catalogue. Please."

Nikki went to said stump, and regarded Taylor's presence on the patio. She darted right to Taylor, in such a blinding speed that even Taylor herself was surprised.

"My eyes must be deceiving me... That was such a brilliant dash. I have no complaints, and I suggest that you use that speed to your attack advantage. Perhaps a dash, followed by an upward sword slash? I'm just... So impressed." Taylor genuinely was surprised, though she attempted to sound extra cheery to boost Nikki's confidence.

Figurative sparkles glowed in Nikki's eyes, and her face was red with humble embarrassment; her tiny mouth hung open with a smile, and she hopped up and down with thanks.

"Next, we should probably declare