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#1 - >Be me.
>Sitting in class.
>I cannot wait to go home and go to the range over the weekend.
>I can practically feel the recoil in my shoulder now.
>The smell of carbon in the air.
>Sweet gunsmoke.
>The slick perfection of a magazine sliding up into a magwell.
>Locking into pla-
>My phone just buzzed.
>What the fuck I was in the middle of gat-fantasizing.
>I got an email.
>Who the fuck is this?
>It's a student address so might as well open it.
>"Please meet me outside the locker rooms at the gym on Elf Street at 9PM."
>What
>Whoever sent this must be a psycho I'm not going to meet someone I don't know at the gym.
Hell the gym closes at 9:15.
>Look at the name attached.
>Kuntosali.
>Holy shit it's a girl. HOLY SHIT IT'S AN ELF GIRL.
>This changes things for sure.
>I was gonna go home and fondle the charging handle of my rifle in the dark all alone but I'll
meet an elf girl for no reason.
>I'm desperate enough.
>I don't know her and it could be a prank but fuck it I wasn't doing anything anyway.
>Get to the gym at 8:45, I was raised to show up early fuck you.
>I don't know who Kuntosali is but the name sounds familiar.
>I sit out in front of the locker rooms like a creep.
>No one shows up to talk to me.
>It's 8:55.
>If nobody comes up to me by 9:05 I'm leaving.
>Suddenly remember who Kuntosali is.
>Lead captain of both the girl's volleyball and track teams.
>Super hot.
>Tall, golden blonde, great ass, toned legs, with that little back arch, super fit stomach, and
despite being so athletic is absolutely stacked.
>The thought of her has me swooning.
>I saw her running on the track once and her cleavage was like an ocean bouncing up and
down.
>Her hair just streaming, catching the sunlight, and glittering golden blonde.
>After she rounded the corner I could see her white short shorts and in the right light I was able
to see she was wearing pink panties beneath them.
>All trying to cover an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it.
>I need to put my head in my hands and look at the ground to keep from getting dizzy.
>She has the deepest brown eyes that are just a void of chocolate pulling you in.
>You could lose yourself in the depths.
>Great smile too.
>Wait.
>She wouldn't want to meet me.
>I don't even know her.
>I think she's just in one of my classes.
>Oh this is a prank.
>FUCK.
>MISSION ABORT MISSION ABORT
>EJECT EJECT EJECT.
>"Hi Anon."
>OH SHIT.
>Look up and there she is leaning towards me with a smug smile.
>She's wearing a sports bra that just seems like a formality from how much it's struggling to
keep her chest under control.
>I can even see little peaks from her nipples.
>Since she's leaning over her breasts are just hanging down.
>There's a little strap gap between her chest and sports bra from the sheer weight of them.
>She has her hair in a ponytail and is playing with it.
>I look behind her and see over her shoulders her perfect ass up in the air with the fabric of the
shorts engulfed between her cheeks.
>oh my god.
>"H-h-h-hi?"
>"You got my email?"
>"Y-y-y-eah."
>I can only squeak out little words and am stuttering like a downie from fear.
>I keep darting my eyes from her cleavage up to her eyes and back down again.
>"What are you retarded? Stop stuttering."
>"S-s-s-sorRRRY!"
>Kuntosali grabs my hair and pulls it to her.
>She whispers with a threatening voice.
>"If you stutter again I am gonna rip your shitty hair out and feed it to you. Understand?"
>"YES."
>"Good, now did you get my email?"
>"Y-yeah?"
>Oh no I stuttered.
>Kuntosali grabs my neck with her other hand choking me.
>I can't breathe.
>I could try breaking free but she'd probably snap my neck.
>Even if I did get out I can't out run her.
>She is the darling track star.
>"sorry"
>"I hate people who stutter Anon. Don't make me hate you."
>She's even angrier than before. I can see some veins popping out of her neck.
>"ok"
>"Good."
>She releases me and I gasp for air.
>"Why do you think I brought you here?"
>"Because you needed something from me?"
>"Like what?"
>I can't think of anything.
>"Come on Anon you can do it. Use that big brain of yours."
>NOPE FUCK IT I'M OUT.
>I try to get up and Kuntosali just brings her palm down on my head.
>She's holding me down now.
>I look up and she is glaring daggers at me.
>The whites of her eyes bright in the shadow she's casting over me.
>I know she was tall but she must be easily over six feet.
>She looks even bigger from a sitting position.
>"Anon you're not going anywhere. Now why do you think I wanted you to come here?"
>"I don't know."
>I glance at her chest really quick.
>Once I get out I am going to have the biggest nut of my life from both fear and just how
amazing she smells.
>She catches my stare.
>Kuntosali grasps my chin and brings my eyes up to hers.
>"My. Eyes. Are. Up. Here. Anon."
>"S-s-sorry."
>She tightens her grip on my chin.
>"I told you I don't like STUTTERING!"
>Girl elves are terrifying when angry.
>My body instinctively triggers flight and I try running.
>I get up but she just puts her arms on both sides of me.
>I didn't think she was tall enough to make it intimidating.
>I'm at chest level compared to her.
>I glance down and see her abs.
>Nice definition.
>She's got an even tan. Contrasts with the whiteness of her shorts and neon green of her sports
bra.
>Oh right I'm she's about to kill me.
>I look up and Kuntosali is about to speak.
>I take the chance to dip under her right arm and make a break for it.
>Kuntosali reacts quicker than should be humanly... Elfly possible.
>Wrapping her arm around my chest and holding me by her side before dropping me down on
my back.
>I hit the floor with a crack that echoes through the whole gym.
>I open my eyes and Kuntosali is standing fuming.
>"Don't fucking run from me you little shit."
>She goes over to a weight rack and seamlessly slides a 45lb plate off and raises it over her
head.
>Oh no.
>I close my eyes and await the inevitable release of death.
>Even if I die at least I got killed by a total hottie.
>Nothing happens.
>I open my eyes and Kuntosali is shaking, struggling to bring the 45lb down on me.
>I roll over and try to run again.
>She discus throws it and it ends up in the drywall next to me.
>It's ¾ of the way inside the wall.
>That could have taken off my head.
>Kuntosali marches over and grabs me by my shirt and starts dragging me into the girl's locker
room.
>As I make peace with God I can hear Elvis Presley singing a "Little Less Conversation"
outside.
>This is not good.
>Kuntosali throws me onto the bench between some lockers.
>"WHAT THE FUCK ANON? I JUST WANTED TO HAVE A LITTLE CONVERSATION. YOU
DON'T HAVE TO FUCKING RUN FROM ME YOU CUNT."
>Realize her name sounds like cunt.
>Kuntosali.
>Kunt o sali.
>Cunt.
>"At least my name doesn't sound like cunt."
>Probably shouldn't have said that.
>I fully expect her to rip a locker door off and batter me to death with it.
>She breaks down crying instead.