Fragment: True Love

"Hey, you're pretty good at that," she giggled, leaning against the arcade machine as her soaking wet body dripped pool water onto the carpeted floor. She fluttered her eyelashes and trailed her index fingers down the length of the plastic gun's barrel. "Aren't ya, cutie," she purred.

The satyr's face turned nearly as bright red as her hair as his eyes rapidly flipped between her finger slowly massaging the toy gun, her face, and of course her bare chest. The arcade game he had been playing only seconds before was now the last thing on his mind, the cartoonish hunters on screen were now seeking their revenge on the absent player character for killing their camo-clad friends. 'GAME OVER' flashed across the screen in blood red letters as the satyr's eyes finally looked below her waist.

"BAAAA- Baaaad! Bad! I'm not baaa!" the young guardian half-baaed half-stammered as his body temperature rose to almost absurd levels. His groin alone was only a few degrees shy of a deep-sea thermal vent. "I'm not bad!" He managed to yell, as he pulled his eyes up from her uncovered thighs.

"Yeah," she smiled, tracing the tip of the plastic barrel with her finger in seductively slow circles. "Too bad the game just ended..."

The satyr's head snapped to the screen and he blanched when he realized she was right. "I... I..." His eyes lit up and he shoved his free hand into his shirt pocket, pulling out what looked like a credit card. "I can play again!" he cried out with all the enthusiasm of a dolphin about to receive a fish. "Or you can play?"

She lit up like an angler fish only to immediately deflate like a puffer fish. "I don't know how to play..."

The young satyr furrowed his brow and frowned. "You don't know how to play..." he repeated.

"Maybe you could show me?" she suggested when it didn't seem like he was going to reach that obvious conclusion on his own. "That is, if you don't mind..."

He practically threw the orange gun into her hands as he cried out ecstatically "Yes! I'll show you!"

With a flick of her wrist she pumped the fake shotgun and moved in between the deceptively young looking male and the game cabinet. The satyr tried to walk around her to swipe his card in the machine, but she reached behind and pulled him flush against her back. She felt him tense up, as all males would do when pressed against a naked woman, but he somewhat relaxed and reached around her to swipe his card. "Thank you so much," she purred, wrapping his left arm around her waist before turning her head slightly to look him in the eye. "But I'm sorry, I seem to have forgotten your name already."

"Y-you-you d-d-didn't," the satyr stuttered as she grinded against him; all the while pretending she had no idea what she was doing. "I-I never t-tol-told you. Dios Immortales!" he panted. "I'm-I'm Grover. Grover Underwood."

She smiled at him as the screen loaded a crudely rendered digital forest with several hunters clad in camo and bright orange clothing hiding behind the pixelated trees. "I know." A hunter leapt out from behind his cover, but before he could get off a single shot she shot him three times, her smile turning into a sadistic grin. "My name's Lisa."

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*Two hours earlier*

Her entrance into the world had been at the bottom of one of casino's numerous pools, and though the chlorinated water stung her gills at both sets of eyes, Lisa reveled in the warmth of the water against her skin and scales. "Now this is more my speed," she sighed contently, breathing in deeply from the gills in her neck and then exhaling a second later from the gills on her hips. "Waaaaaay better than that musty old university." She closed both sets of her eyes and gave what she considered to be a gentle kick, propelling herself through the water faster then any human was capable of; only slowing down when she had already crossed two-thirds of the Olympic-sized pool. "Right, Allison?" Lisa gave yet another gentle kick, sending her back to where she had started. When the woman she loved didn't respond, she poked open the red-orange glowing eye on her right temple. "Allison?"