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---Chapter Cover---
The sun hung heavy, turning the field into a sea of gold. Sweat beaded on Robert's brow as he crouched low.
A single crimson rose stood against the swaying grass, its petals unfurling like a challenge.
The charcoal hovered above the page, Robert's fingers steady despite the oppressive heat. One last stroke, just there, along the rose's thorned stem, and the sketch would be finished.
But unfortunately for Robert, a violent crack split the sky.
KA-BOOM!
His hand violently jerked. The charcoal tore through the paper, a jagged black gash utterly ruining the delicate lines.
"Damn it." Groaned Robert.
The ruined sketch fluttered in his grip, the torn edge mocking him. He exhaled sharply, his thumb smudging the ruined lines further.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Robert mumbled to himself. "There isn't a single cloud in the sky."
While still confused by the sudden weather, a shadow flickered at the edge of his vision.
Robert squinted. The field stretched empty, the golden grass swaying under the sun's blinding glare. No clouds, no wind, just that damn thunder, still ringing in his ears like a taunt.
Then, another crackle, but not of thunder. This time, it was a giggle.
"Hi-hi-hi."
High-pitched, playful, and most importantly, incredibly close to him.
The giggle slithered through the grass, raising the hairs on Robert's neck. He exhaled slowly, fingers tightening around the ruined sketch. Frustrated and curious, he crouched lower, his boots pressing silently into the dirt. The tree ahead was ancient, its trunk wide enough to conceal a man, its roots gnarled like clutching fingers.
"Perfect cover," Robert whispered as he moved.
After two steps, the grass barely whispered under his weight. With controlled breath, he ghosted through the landscape, years of hiking ensuring his silence. He reached the tree, pressing his palm to the rough, warm bark. He executed a slow, careful pivot: shoulders, then hips. Avoiding any sudden moves or snapped twigs.
And there she was.
A Dazzi floated just beyond the trunk's shadow, suspended barely above the grass. Her cloud puffed beneath her, white and absurdly fluffy, bobbing as she clutched her stomach, tears streaming down her purple cheeks. The giggles came in gasps now, her whole body shaking with the force of them.
"Hi-hi-hi," she wheezed, her hands imitating Robert's frantic gesture when he tore his drawing.
Robert's jaw tightened. The charcoal smudge on his fingers itched. She hadn't even noticed him yet, too busy cackling at her own genius.
Robert shifted his weight, his boot grinding a single pebble underfoot as he stopped close to the purple Pal.
"Uh-Hem!" Robert cleared his throat loudly.
The sharp sound cut through Dazzi's laughter.
Her body locked mid-giggle, purple skin still flushed from amusement. Slowly, her head turned. Her jaw dropped in shock.
For a single heartbeat, neither moved.
Then Robert lifted the ruined sketch, letting the torn edge catch the sunlight.
"You're proud of yourself, huh?"
Dazzi tilted her head. After a few seconds, her lower lip twitched, fighting back a fresh wave of laughter.
Robert's fingers flexed around the paper.
"Three hours. That's how long I spent on this," Robert complained.
A snort escaped her. She slapped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late. The giggles spilled out, higher this time, her shoulders shaking. The cloud beneath her wobbled, dipping her closer to the ground before correcting itself.
"Yeah. Hilarious." Robert exhaled through his nose. "Now that you've had your fun, leave me alone."
Robert moved away from Dazzi, expecting it to be the last time he saw the little electric Pal.
Unfortunately for Robert, he couldn't have been more wrong. The moment Robert turned his back, Dazzi's grin split her face. She rubbed her hands together, crackling sparks dancing between her fingers.
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After half an hour of walking, Robert found the perfect spot. A clearing brimming with vibrant wildflowers.
Minutes later, as Robert was carefully detailing a poppy, a sudden, focused, tiny lightning bolt zipped from the Dazzi hiding above him, striking Robert on the back.
"OUCH!" Robert exclaimed, dropping his brush. The Dazzi zipped away, looking positively delighted.
By now, Robert was convinced. This Dazzi wasn't just observing, it was actively tormenting him.
Sadly for Robert, for the rest of the day, that purple prankster pal followed him everywhere, pranking him.
In one moment, the Dazzi subtly applied a low-power static charge to the artist's metal pencil case or the graphite tip of his pencil. As a result, every time Robert touched the pencil to the paper, he got a tiny, surprising, but harmless, zapping sensation in his hand, making the lines wobble or causing him to jump.
Sometimes Dazzi flew past Robert, generating a static field with her body. Any loose leaves, tiny flower petals, or bits of grass nearby were instantly attracted and clung stubbornly to the artist's body, ruining his concentration and making the human feel like a 'nature collage'.
On his latest attempt, Robert wiped sweat from his brow, fingers still tingling from the last shock. He adjusted his stool, squinted at the half-finished sketch, and exhaled through his nose.
"Focus, Robert," he panted, tired and angry.
The pencil hovered over the paper, but before touching it, a crack split the air.
It wasn't the sharp snap of Dazzi's usual mischief, but something deeper and wilder. The ground trembled beneath his boots. Robert twisted just in time to see a herd of Eikthyrdeer, their sharp antlers like jagged spears, charging right toward him.
Dazzi darted above them, her cloud puffing with glee, tiny sparks still dancing from her fingertips as she zapped the Pals guiding them to Robert's direction.
"Oh, you little b-." Robert lunged sideways as the first deer skidded past, hooves kicking up earth. The second leapt, clearing his stool by inches. His sketchbook fluttered into the air, pages ripping in the stampede's wake.
He barely had time to curse before the third deer clipped his shoulder, spinning him into the dirt. The world blurred. Sky, hooves, and the flash of Dazzi's grinning face as she zipped overhead, laughing.
The herd thundered past, leaving Robert gasping in the trampled grass. His ribs ached. His sketchbook was now confetti.
And the Dazzi?
She floated down, landing lightly beside him, her cloud puffing as she giggled, like she'd just told the world's funniest joke. Her fingers wiggled, static humming between them.
Robert pushed himself up, dirt crusted on his cheek.
"That," he jabbed a finger at her, "Was! Not! Funny!"
Dazzi tilted her head. A high, questioning 'hmm?' escaped her lips.
"You almost got me killed!" His voice cracked, raw with fury.
Dazzi's grin faltered. Her cloud wobbled, deflating slightly under his words. A tiny, uncertain 'eep' slipped from her lips not from mischief or glee, but from guilt.
"You think this is a game?" He shook her, just once. "I could've been trampled to death!"
Her ears drooped. The sparks fizzling from her fingertips dimmed, then vanished. She didn't pull away, didn't laugh. She just stared at him as the weight of his words sank in.
For the first time, she looked serious.
Robert exhaled sharply.
"Unbelievable." He scrubbed a hand over his face, smearing the dirt. "You're lucky I'm still in one piece."
Dazzi hovered there, silent. No giggles, no zipping away. She just… still.
Then, slowly, she reached out. A single finger brushed the torn edge of his shirt where an antler had grazed. Her touch was light, hesitant, almost apologetic.
"Oh, now you care?" Robert jerked back.
She flinched. Her cloud pulsed, shrinking further, like a deflated balloon. A quiet, whimpering noise escaped her, nothing like her usual laughter.
Robert's chest burned. He wanted to stay mad and shout more. But the way she was looking at him, like a scolded puppy, made his anger waver.
"Just…" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just leave."
Dazzi didn't move. Instead, she pressed her palms together, bowing her head in a clumsy, exaggerated motion, like she'd seen humans do in old cartoons.
Robert groaned, annoyed as Dazzi peeked up at him, hope flickering on her semblance.
"Fine." He waved a hand. "Apology accepted. Now get out of here before I change my mind."
Dazzi's face split into a grin so wide it nearly swallowed her cheeks. She clapped her hands, crackling with residual static, once, twice, then burst into a high, ringing laugh that echoed through the clearing.
Robert's scowl twitched. The corners of his mouth betrayed him, curling upward despite himself. Her sound was infectious, ridiculous, like wind chimes in a hurricane. He huffed, shaking his head, but the fight had already drained out of him.
"You're impossible," he muttered.
Noticing his change in behavior, Dazzi zipped forward, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength for something so small. Her cloud puffed eagerly beneath her, bouncing like an excited dog's tail.
"Hey-!" Robert tried to complain.
But it was too late. She yanked, and Robert stumbled after her, boots scuffing against the dirt. She was deceptively strong, dragging him forward.
"What is going on? Where the hell are you taking me?"
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Robert's questions were answered as they drew close to a rock formation.
There, a grotto opened before them like a secret.
Vines curtained the entrance, parting just enough for Dazzi to tug Robert through. Sunlight slanted in like golden blades, but the real glow came from above. A crack in the stone ceiling, narrow as a blade's edge, funneling a beam of light straight down.
And there, at its heart, bathed by golden light, stood a single rose.
Not red or pink, but a deep, impossible blue, petals unfurling like silk under the spotlight.
Robert froze in awe.
Dazzi let go of his wrist, floating back a step. Her cloud stilled, as if she, too, knew this was different. No pranks, no laughter. Just the hush of the grotto and the rose, waiting.
His fingers twitched, and all the frustration he'd felt during the day faded.
He crouched, almost brushing his thumb over the petals.
"Whoa!" He muttered, stunned.
Dazzi on the other hand hummed, a soft, pleased sound. She plucked a fat berry from a nearby bush, squeezed it between her fingers, and let the purple juice drip onto her palm. With a flick of her wrist, she drank it.
"You're insufferable." Robert exhaled, slowly.
Taking a deep breath, Robert sat on a moss covered stone, his notebook already open in his lap. His fingers itched on the paper as he took in the light, the shadow, the way the petals curled.
Robert was so focused that he didn't even hear Dazzi move.
One second, the notebook was there. The next, it vanished mid-sketch, yanked from his grip by purple fingers.
Without thinking, Robert lunged at the prankster Pal.
"Hey!" But she was already floating backward, pages flapping like a taunt. Her cloud bobbed, smug.
Robert's jaw clenched. "Give-it-back."
Dazzi shook her head, slow and deliberate. A grin split her face, sharp as the thorns on the rose.
Robert tried to reach it, but Dazzi kept out of his grasp.
"Fine." He exhaled through his nose. "Why can't I draw?"
She tilted her head with a smirk on her lips, then simply shrugged at his question.
"Right. Because you're helpful like that." He rubbed his temples, thinking for a second. "You want something first, don't you?"
Dazzi licked her lips as she tapped her chin, then pointed at him before dragging a finger in a slow, deliberate circle around her own waist. The gesture was lazy, teasing, but the intent burned clear.
Robert's stomach dropped.
"Ooh." He muttered dazed.
He'd heard of Pal with interest in humans, but he never thought he would find one.
"I think I misunderstood what you wanted." Robert stated, sweating cold. "Are you interested in me… like… physically?"
The purple Pal licked her lips while tugging her top.
"Oooh, so I did understand you," Robert commented, swallowing hard. "And I'm not totally against it."
Dazzi's cloud puffed closer, the static in the air raising the fine hairs on Robert's arms. Her fingers, still sticky with berry juice, brushed his collarbone. A shiver ran down his spine, sharp as a spark.
Then she kissed him.
Not soft or hesitant. Her lips crashed into his, warm and crackling.
Robert's back hit the grotto wall, his hands flying up to her tiny shoulders. The contact sent a jolt through his fingers, but he felt no pain. He felt something brighter, wild. His teeth clacked against hers, as she laughed into the kiss, breath sweet like berry and electric.
His member began to rise, drawing the attention of the purple Oni.
"Oooooh," She hummed with interest.
"What do you want to-." He tried to speak, but Dazzi dropped onto his lap, cutting him off.
PUFF!
The stone bit into Robert's back as Dazzi's weight settled onto his lap, her tiny frame belying the force of her presence. Her cloud puffed against his thighs, warm and humming with the same energy that made his skin tingle where she touched.
"Easy-." His voice cracked. He cleared his throat, hands hovering over her waist like he wasn't sure whether to push or pull. "Just... go slow, alright?"
But Dazzi ignored his plea.
She rocked forward, the damp fabric of her panties dragging against the growing bulge in his trousers. A wet, sticky sound filled the grotto, obscene in the quiet. Her breath hitched, lips parting as she ground down again, harder this time. The static in the air thickened, raising goosebumps along Robert's arms.
His fingers twitched. "Dazzi, I-."
She cut him off with a sharp, needy whine, her hips rolling in tight, desperate circles. The fabric of her panties darkened, the dampness spreading. Every movement sent another jolt through Robert's body, his cock throbbing in response.
"Fuuck!" He groaned, head tipping back against the stone. One hand finally landed on her hip, not to stop her, but to steady himself.
Finally giving himself over to desire, Robert's hands shot to his belt, fingers fumbling with the buckle. The leather hissed as he yanked it free, the sound raw in the grotto's stillness. Cool air hit his bare skin, but the chill lasted half a second before Dazzi was back, grinding on his free member.
She clapped, a sharp crack of sound that echoed like tiny thunder.
Robert didn't wait.
He grabbed her by the waist and hauled her over his cock, pointing to her still-covered pussy.
Giggling, Dazzi tore the purple fabric clinging to her skin, her pussy free, dripping over Robert's dick.
Dazzi's thighs trembled as she spread herself open, the slick, swollen folds of her pussy glistening under the grotto's golden light. She didn't just nod this time. She bounced, her cloud puffing eagerly beneath her, static making the fine hairs on Robert's arms stand on end.
His grip tightened, and he showed no more hesitation.
With a growl, Robert yanked Dazzi down, hard.
SLAAAP!
The grotto swallowed her joyful cry.
Her tiny body stretched around him, velvet heat clamping like a vise. Dazzi's back arched as if struck by lightning. Her cloud flickered, static popping in sharp, white sparks where their skin met. For a heartbeat, neither moved.
Robert's breath came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving. His cock pulsed inside her, trapped in the suffocating grip of her cunt, the ridges of her walls fluttering against his shaft.
"Dear God." Robert muttered when he saw how her belly bulged. "I'm not that big, but you certainly are small. Let me back out a little."
He tried to pull back, just an inch, just to let the small Pal breathe, but Dazzi's muscles locked around him, her inner flesh swelling, sealing him in.
"Dazziii!" He moaned, locked in her.
"Hi-hi." Dazzi giggled at his reaction.
Robert's fingers dug into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"You've been asking for this all day, haven't you?"
Dazzi's grin didn't falter. She wiggled her hips, just enough to make his cock twitch inside her.
Robert hissed, but his grip only tightened.
"No more games." He promised in a threat. "You want it rough?"
She nodded, smirking at him.
"Fine!" His voice dropped to a growl. "Because I'm done playing nice."
Robert pulled her down harder, going even deeper inside her.
Dazzi, with a smile on her face, drolled in bliss as she came hard on Robert's cock.
"Good," Robert muttered, noticing Dazzi's lock on his cock slipping slightly.
With a firm grip on Dazzi's waist, he began to bounce the purple Pal on his lap. The moist sound of flesh slapping together echoed through the cave.
SLAP! SLAP!
Dazzi's tiny body jolted with every thrust, her cloud flickering like a storm front. Sweat slicked her skin, her breath coming in sharp, panting gasps that matched the wet slap of flesh. Her fingers clawed at Robert's shoulders, nails biting into fabric, then skin.
SLAP! SLAP!
Robert felt his climax reaching as Dazzi came on his dick again.
The human wasn't far behind, his balls drew tight, the telltale heat coiling low in his gut.
"Fuck." He groaned in a moan. "Almost there."
He slowed, grinding his teeth.
"Not gonna cum so soon." He whispered hopefully.
But his plan to slow down was impeded by a zap.
CRACK.
Lightning lanced up Robert's spine.
His back arched off the stone, a choked shout tearing from his throat. Every nerve lit up, his cock throbbing in time with the current. Dazzi's laughter rang in his ears, high and triumphant, as she did it again.
CRACK.
"Goddamnit!" His vision whited out for a second.
The pleasure-pain of her electricity scrambled his thoughts, leaving only one instinct burning bright.
"Fill her up." He growled.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!
With great speed and force, Robert hammered the purple oni on his cock, making her squirt on his lap, squeezing once more around his penis, causing him to ejaculate deep inside her.
SLAP! SLAP! SLAAAAAP!
The moss-covered stone bit into Robert's shoulders as he slumped back, chest heaving.
His cock still pulsed inside Dazzi, buried to the hilt, her tiny body stretched obscenely around him. A thin sheen of sweat glued their skin together, the air thick with the scent of sex and ozone.
Dazzi didn't move. Not at first.
She stayed impaled, her weight pressing him into the moss, her breath hot against his belly. Then she dragged her tongue up the side of his belly. The rasp of it sent a shiver down his spine.
Robert groaned, half-laugh, half-exhaustion. "You're insatiable."
She hummed, the vibration traveling straight to his cock. Her teeth grazed his skin, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to leave a mark, a claim.
"Mmph." His fingers twitched against her hips, but he didn't push her off. "Any chance you could go a little easier on the shocks?"
And as an answer Robert got a-.
ZAP!
"DAAZZIIIIII!"
"Hi-hi."
----Dazzy Image----
E ai gurizada...
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