Critical Role - Jester - Miss Washing Line While Falling From Lavish Chateau
From Create Your Own Story
As you continue your descent downwards, you reach out with your hands towards the line. You are perfectly lined up with it. You are going to be safe!
Just as you’re about to grasp it, your pussy spasms one last time, causing your arms to wobble just enough to fall short. You aren’t sure if its the wind that is screaming in your ears or yourself. The cart of straw if fast approaching you. It would take a miracle to survive this. Your last thoughts are of your mother in her bedroom just above above you before your world goes black.
“Wake, my little trouble-maker.”
Your eyes slowly open at the sound of a calm Male voice that you know well.
“Traveller? What happened? Am I dead?” You ask softly, your throat slightly raspy.
Your patron deity sits next to you, dressed in his normal hooded cloak. He reaches out a hand and strokes an errant hair out of your face. “No, you are not dead Jester. You asked for a miracle, and who would I be to deny my best prankster her wish?” He gives you a warm smile as he cups your face with his hands. “Of course, I can only do so much. I must leave you here. I am certain you are capable of returning home on your own.”
You cock your head in confusion and start to look around. Your naked body is mostly hidden beneath the straw in the cart. You rush to cover your shame in front of your best friend.
“I think you should be more worried about what lies outside the cart, my dear.” The traveller gestures to the edge of the cart behind him and you see an unfamiliar alleyway stretching before you. “Unfortunately it was not in my power to stop the cart’s owner from driving off. He was unaware that you were in here, so you don’t need to worry about him.” He steps down from the cart and offers you his hand. You slide forward, doing your best to keep your modesty and he helps you down to the cobblestone floor below. “I can give you the general direction of your home, but after that you are on your own for the rest of your journey.”
The Traveller drops your hand and points behind you. You turn to look in that direction, but when you turn back you are alone in the alleyway, as bare as the day you were born.
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| Jester Lavorre |
