Eon Story Completed

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Anyways, Eon Story as far as I'll ever get.
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It was winter time already? He thought he still had a while. At least a few more days before this would begin.

Snow drifted down from the clouds, pouring down in bunches and covering the ground in a thick blanket, only interrupted by the trees and plants that grew out above it, or the footprints of animals or people who had passed there before.

In the snow, one boy was traveling through the woods, dressed in a thin green shirt that cut off at his stomach and a pair of thin, skinny jeans that he wore as well. He looked poor based on the conditions of his clothes, ragged and torn in several places. The only thin that looked good was his scarf, running from blue to red with purple in the middle, wrapped tightly around his neck.

His name was Eon.

He growled as he tried to warm himself, though that seemed impossible in this weather. He rubbed his hands together, rubbed his arms, trying to warm himself even a bit as he traveled through the dead forest, searching for the next place that could keep him warm.

As he made his way through the forest, he heard sound, something right on the edge of his hearing. The sound of someone moving quickly, but trying their best to be discrete.

He stopped, giving a small glance over his shoulder and, seeing nothing, he immediately continued walking, though not the sound immediately began.

Someone was definitely trailing him.

He lifted one foot before slamming it into the ground,concentrating the force of his magic so it pushed him high off the ground and into one of the few trees with leaves remaining.

His body flew through a small magic symbol, a portal that slipped him temperarily into a different dimension where he'd be invisible to anyone who wasn't specifically and magically looking for him, while it also allowed him to channel his magic into a copy of himself, that landed in the snow in his place, before it took off running.

"Now where are you?" He thought to himself as he watched the snow, looking for that one person that would be trailing him.


Suddenly, there he was. Muscled, just like the lot of them, wearing heavy, metal armor on his arms, though nothing on his chest to stomach and a pair of what seemed to be thick, furry pants, probably for the winter, though he could've been wrong about what they are due to his position.

He watched as the magical image of him disappeared, leaving the man confused for a second, before Eon jumped down from the tree, another portal forming that he slipped through, returning him back into the visible realm.

"Your little scurrying has gone on long enough, I think." Eon said as he approached the man,watching him as he turned.

Ah yes,he could see better now. He had armor,starting from his wrists and sliding up to his shoulders, ending in spaulders that left most of his shoulder bare. His 'pants' actually weren't. In fact, it was fur wrapped around his waist, leaving the front open and exposing his crotch, barely covered with a thin layer of cloth.

"You are Eon, huh?" He asked, drawing out a sword and pointing it at him. "I am here to collect the bounty on you. You will be subdued and bound, and taken to the Kingdom in the South, where you will be punished for your crimes." He said, a slight smirking coming to his lips. "And you'll be returned with a red ass, of course.

Eon only smiled, chuckling. "Well, you wanna touch my ass so badly?" he asked, getting into a stance. "Come on."

The man yelled as he charged at Eon, clenching a blade tightly as he gave a sharp swing, with the boy chuckling as he quickly dodged the blade, turning in one swift move as he lifted a leg and slammed it into the man's cheek, watching as he staggered around, holding his injured cheek and turned to glare at the boy.

"Come on. A small strike like that and your already nearly knocked out? Come on," He said in a teasing way, turning slightly to give the other a view of his rear as he ran a hand up the tight blue cloth that covered it. "If you wanna lay your hands on this, you gotta try harder."

The man smirked as he charged at the boy, raising his blade in an attempt to crack the flat of it against the boy's head.

However, his blade came into contact with something else.

Eyes widened as he saw his blade had instead come into contact with the scarf, the red end of it floating in the air of it's own accord.

They were always so surprised at first.

"If you're going to hunt someone down," he said as he raised his hand, slamming the back of it into the man's nose, causing him to drop his sword, covering the assaulted area with both hands.

He chuckled as he gave another spin, raising another leg and kicking the other cheek, hearing him groan as he staggered once more, before finally spinning another time, the scarf reaching out and widening, slamming into the man and knocking him down.

The man turned to glare at the boy, who shook his head,almost as if disappointed.

"You know, there is a reason why no one has been able to lay a hand on my ass." he said with a slight chuckle. That wasn't completely true...Well, it was as far as everyone knew. In truth, there had been two or three people who had managed to capture him, maybe more (He preferred not to think about it), but he'd always manage to escape, exacting some payback of course. "Now then, I think it's only fair to say that you lost."

The man growled, saying with animosity "I haven't lo-Hey!"

The man was shocked as he found his hands bound right, outstretched along with his legs as he was lifted into the air.

The other half of the scarf folded and the threads began to weave and reweave themselves until they had actually formed something similar to a chair that the boy had placed himself in.

"What are you-?!" Before the man could even finish his sentance, he was suddenly over the boy's lap, feeling his soft hands grab the fur that kept hid his sensitive areas, and tugged it off, leaving him bare except for the armor, boots and thin cloth used as underwear, which, Eon noticed with a smirk, showed off the two muscled globes really well.

He grabbed the top of the cloth before yanking it, getting a grunt of displeasure from the man and watching the two muscled globes clench as the cloth was yanked between the two cheeks.

"That's better." He said with a smile, resting a hand on one globe, noting how warm they felt compared to the cold air. "You must be freezing by now." He said, patting one cheek gently, then the other. "Let me just heat things up."

He raised his hand, then brought it dow with a loud clap, bringing a gasp from the man before another as the hand landed on the opposite cheek.

The boy had a stronger arm than the man had originally thought.

Eon only chuckled at the two pink handprints he had left behind before he continued, the sound of bare skin against bare skin being heard clearly in the land of the snow, everything else dead silent as the hand rose and fell with harsh slaps, the man over his lap squirming as the two cheeks began to turn pink all over, feeling the heat and sting growing as the spanking continued.

At this point, Eon paused, smiling at his handiwork and resting a hand on one globe, rubbing, squeezing and groping it as he did, the man eliciting a small moan as the teen continued to rub.

"Now then, I know that you aren't a soldier of a Kingdom, otherwise you'd be wearing more." He said as he began to rub the other cheek, the man gasping as he did. "And you aren't a tribal warrior, as those tend to leave me alone so long as I do then. So let me ask this, who hired you?"

"I-I can't answer that." The man said, letting out a shuddering gasp, before he suddenly tensed up, blushing darkly and squriming as he felt the hand that was rubbing before now squeezing the pink and warm flesh painfully.

"Fine. I'll just spank it out of you."

And with that, Eon continued, hand raising, giving sharp, quick slaps that had the man squirming over the boy's lap, hissing and groaning as his ass was beginning to reach a point where it almost felt like it was burning.

Damnit, the boy should not be this strong. Hell, his scarf shouldn't even have been able to act the way it did!

"Ooh! S-Spank me all you want-nn!-k-kid, but you ain't-Ouch!-getting anything from me!"

"I beg to differ."

Eon honestly didn't care which one of the royal family had hired this assassin. They would all pay for it anyways. But mainly, he just wanted to feel the ass that was presented to him.

The man continued to struggle, groaning and grunting with each smack, Eon watching as the ass grew redder and redder as his hand spanked every inch of skin in front of him.

Life was good,wasn't it?

Eon story bit.

It was winter time already? He thought he still had a while. At least a few more days before this would begin.

Snow drifted down from the clouds, pouring down in bunches and covering the ground in a thick blanket, only interrupted by the trees and plants that grew out above it, or the footprints of animals or people who had passed there before.

In the snow, one boy was traveling through the woods, dressed in a thin green shirt that cut off at his stomach and a pair of thin, skinny jeans that he wore as well. He looked poor based on the conditions of his clothes, ragged and torn in several places. The only thin that looked good was his scarf, running from blue to red with purple in the middle, wrapped tightly around his neck.

His name was Eon.

He growled as he tried to warm himself, though that seemed impossible in this weather. He rubbed his hands together, rubbed his arms, trying to warm himself even a bit as he traveled through the dead forest, searching for the next place that could keep him warm.

As he made his way through the forest, he heard sound, something right on the edge of his hearing. The sound of someone moving quickly, but trying their best to be discrete.

He stopped, giving a small glance over his shoulder and, seeing nothing, he immediately continued walking, though not the sound immediately began.

Someone was definitely trailing him.

He lifted one foot before slamming it into the ground,concentrating the force of his magic so it pushed him high off the ground and into one of the few trees with leaves remaining.

His body flew through a small magic symbol, a portal that slipped him temperarily into a different dimension where he'd be invisible to anyone who wasn't specifically and magically looking for him, while it also allowed him to channel his magic into a copy of himself, that landed in the snow in his place, before it took off running.

"Now where are you?" He thought to himself as he watched the snow, looking for that one person that would be trailing him.


Suddenly, there he was. Muscled, just like the lot of them, wearing heavy, metal armor on his arms, though nothing on his chest to stomach and a pair of what seemed to be thick, furry pants, probably for the winter, though he could've been wrong about what they are due to his position.

He watched as the magical image of him disappeared, leaving the man confused for a second, before Eon jumped down from the tree, another portal forming that he slipped through, returning him back into the visible realm.

"Your little scurrying has gone on long enough, I think." Eon said as he approached the man,watching him as he turned.

Ah yes,he could see better now. He had armor,starting from his wrists and sliding up to his shoulders, ending in spaulders that left most of his shoulder bare. His 'pants' actually weren't. In fact, it was fur wrapped around his waist, leaving the front open and exposing his crotch, barely covered with a thin layer of cloth.

"You are Eon, huh?" He asked, drawing out a sword and pointing it at him. "I am here to collect the bounty on you. You will be subdued and bound, and taken to the Kingdom in the South, where you will be punished for your crimes." He said, a slight smirking coming to his lips. "And you'll be returned with a red ass, of course.

Eon only smiled, chuckling. "Well, you wanna touch my ass so badly?" he asked, getting into a stance. "Come on."