The Life of Koru, Chapter 56
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"Alright, boy, it's time to return the chick to where you took her from!" Dwarfissimo said.
"Suh, please!" Peon said. "I'se wanna stay with her!"
He held Elastine firmly in his embrace, not willing to let go. The young contortionist wumma said:
"We'se can make a good pair together, suh! Ye just have to let us try!"
"Alright," Dwarfissimo said reluctantly, "show me what you've got!"
Peon and Elastine climbed to their positions on the trapeze, their movements synchronized and confident. The music swelled, and they launched into their routine.
Dwarfissimo watched in awe as they flew through the air with precision and grace, their bodies moving as one. They executed flips, spins, and daring catches that left the circus boss gasping in wonder.
As the performance reached its climax, Peon and Elastine soared towards each other in a final leap, their hands meeting in a perfect grasp. They swung together, smiling triumphantly, before descending to the ground in a smooth dismount.
"Amazing!" Dwarfissimo said. "Can you make it so that when you both land, she lands on your cock?"
"Sure, suh!" Peon said.
"That's perfect! Now the only thing that I need is a clown!"
Dwarfissimo had forgotten where he had put his clown the last time he used him. He went inside the circus trailer and looked into some old boxes but there was nothing there. He shook some old boots but only dust emerged. He looked under the carpet and into a mouse hole, but he only found cobwebs and a startled mouse. It was only when he reached into the pocket of an old coat that he found a crumpled note that read: "He's right behind you!" Dwarfissimo turned around and found the clown.
"Tee-hee, suh, lookin' for me?" the clown said squeezing his nose, which let out a loud honk.
"Damn right I was looking for you!" Dwarfissimo said. "Where the fuck have you been all this time?"
"Right behind ye, suh, so ye couldn't see me! Tee-hee-hee!"
"I am tired of your foolery, Figo! You have missed the rehearsals and we are having a big show this weekend! Fucking twat!"
Peon was intrigued by this clown who stood in front of him without a care in the world, his face painted in bold colors, a large grin, exaggerated features, and a squeaker nose. He was naked like every koru, except his cockhead wore a little colorful wig. It was ridiculous! Peon found this clown more annoying than fun, especially after he was tricked by him in this way:
"Ye dropped yer cock, boy!" Figo told him, pointing at the ground.
Peon looked down to pick up his cock, only to realize it was already in its place.
"Tee-hee!" Figo said, flicking Peon's nose with his finger.
If Peon had a weakness, it was clowns. He found clowns strange and creepy, and Figo really knew how to exploit that. Often times, Figo would hide behind Peon only to jump out and say, "Boo!" Peon would shudder and exclaim:
"Figo! Fuck! Ye really scared me, bud!"
"Ye get scared really easily, boy!" Figo taunted him.
"Well, I'se gonna fuck yer ass for that!"
Peon placed Figo on all fours and started fucking him to teach him some discipline. He wanted to show Figo that he's the boss. The first thing Peon's cock encountered while pushing inside Figo's ass was a rubber duck that squawked loudly when squeezed. Surprised, Peon took out the duck from Figo's ass and continued fucking. Then, his cock triggered a set of jingle bells that chimed with every shake. Peon took out the bells a bit annoyed and continued the fucking. His cock touched a whoopee cushion that let out a loud, flatulent noise. Strange! Then, a mouse trap that really hurt when activated by the tip of his cock. Obnoxious! Then, a tiny horn that honked with a comical toot.
"Fuckin' hell, dude! How much stuff can ye hide in a single ass?" Peon asked.
"Tee-hee! Tee-hee-hee!" Figo responded.
"I'm not feeding you to watch you fucking, boys!" Dwarfissimo said. "It's time to train for the show!"
They walked one behind the other, chained neck to neck, carrying their burning hot chains across the desert. The sun blazed mercilessly overhead, turning the sand beneath their feet into a scorching furnace. The first one in this tortured procession was none other than Mulo, the former leader of a once-glorious army. His shoulders bore the weight of their collective despair, his spirit tempered by the hardships they endured.
"Sing the anthem, boy!" one of the guards of the coffle ordered.
With parched lips, Mulo struggled to vocalize the song, even though his raspy voice felt suffocated by the dry air:
"Glory to the Empire, suhs!
We'se are koru soldiers, suhs!
We'se go fight and go defend!
Black Empire has no end!"
This only attracted the ridicule of the Caliphate tormentors. Mulo was kicked, lashed, and spat on mercilessly as he moved towards his new destination.
But what was his new destination?
Mulo has heard from a roundabout source that they were taken to the mountains to work in a quarry. The Ahaggar Mountains were very rich in granite, promising endless days of backbreaking labor under the relentless Saharan sun.
It sounded like excellent job prospects for a koru, and Mulo was not at all surprised, given the many misfortunes that had befallen him lately.
That night, lying in the sand he heard:
"Psst! Psst!"
Gryf sat down next to him and said:
"I'se heard them talk about ye! They say ye wuz betrayed by a wumma!"
"Is true!" Mulo said. "That bitch sorceress Evadne gave me up!"
"Hah!" Gryf chuckled. "Ye shouldn't have trusted a bitch, boy! Ye should never trust bitches! Ye trusted that bitch and look at ye now! In chains and headed for hard work in the mountains!"
"Is not why I'se upset though."
"Then why?"
"I'se killed my buddy Sleaze in the battle."
"Whut?" Gryf said. "How?"
"I'se don't know. Some kind of magic'ry. Leave me alone, Gryf!"
"Ye can continue to sleep, boy! I'se only need to fuck yer ass."
One blistering afternoon, as the coffle made its arduous trek across the desert, a figure appeared on the horizon. The sun shimmered off the sand, distorting the distant figure until it drew closer, revealing an Arab Bedouin on a majestic camel. The Bedouin cut an impressive figure against the stark desert backdrop, his robes flowing elegantly in the wind, and his head wrapped in a traditional tagelmust.
"On your knees! On your knees!" the smallcock guards yelled at the prisoners of war as they themselves fell on their knees.
"Salam alaikum, slaves! Where are you taking these infidels?" the Bedouin called out, his voice carrying over the wind.
"To the Ahaggar Mountains, sayyidi!" one of the guards replied. "They're destined for the quarries, to mine granite for the Caliphate."
"Fair enough!" the Bedouin said.
This dialogue was in Arabic, so Mulo didn't understand squat. The only thing that he knew (and this was instinctive) was that the Bedouin commanded utmost respect from a koru like him.
The Arabs looked different than the Black Lords, but their rule over the Earth was just as significant.