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École

by Old Man with a Pen

Copyright© 2024 by Old Man with a Pen

Drama Story: more of the same but not

Tags: Ma   Fa   ft   Alternate History   non-anthro  

As soon as we stopped the front runner said, “Bathing ... now. Hit it!” I got a whiff.

We stink, verb, have a strong unpleasant smell: offensive to others ... they notice and avoid.

Stank. past part., We used to stink.

Stunk. Stink we no longer.

Bathing was fun ... everyone helped. There was a modicum of play involved. Nothing serious. I had hopes.

She of the sweet cheeks suggested, ‘shit in one hand and hope in the other.’

All the other warriors of either persuasion nodded.

“Eats ... you lot get ‘em while they’re hot!”

I had forgotten. I had no manners.

She presented me to Supply.

Supply said, “Loan; needle, sharp skive. Return.”

“Thread and sinew. Return what you don’t use.”

Issue; one blanket, hood and sleeve to suit.
Stow pouch, assembly required.
Fabric; Loincloth, assembly required.
Belt leather, no holes, assembly required.
Supple leather. “Vest” assembly required.
Strap iron; sword, beltbuckle. assembly required.

Assigned a space, I slept.

She said there is an école de combat (School for combat with broadsword and other sharp pointy things) She of the shiny cheeks and excellent pussy said I needed to enrole and wouldn’t take no for an answer.

What she said to cement her dominance, “Ain’t nobody going to fuck you, until you sign up.”

Shocking ... just shocking ... and effective.

I signed up

As a complete surprise I was found to be proficient ... which had me wondering what my life was like before Crazy. More than competent I was teaching new moves to old warriors.

I tried a new move of my own ... and got my face slapped.

“But You said...”

“I never said I would.” And the group, all girls, giggled. “I said nobody would until You signed up. You signed up ... and new possibilities are in action.”

I’m going to have another think about that.

Since I am myself again ... mostly. I don’t know who I was.

I was a blacksmith armorer. I taught better tempering to the resident smith.

I borrowed a second needle ... lock stitch leather sewing. Something new.

My diction improved. I could read, I could write ... in seven languages.

There were several speakers ... I responded in their language.

I had been educated ... when? Where?

I counted ... stuff.

I knew and wrote numbers.

Who am I?

What am I?

 
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