WRATH OF THE HURRICANE

 

The summer Sun shined down on Charlottesburg, illuminating this curious city and all its inhabitants.  Many of said inhabitants were hitting the beach on this fine day to enjoy the sand and waves of the beautiful beach.  The boardwalk was full of activity with people selling wares to the many tourists who were here to visit.  As it would turn out, there was a group of folks that were not pleased with a certain seller's deal.

"...I understand that you are parched, but you must understand! I cannot give you the Holy River's water!"

The distressed cry came from an interesting specimen.  The glasses-wearing man was clearly a snake with a cobra's hood and blue scales, but he had quite a few aquatic qualities that set him apart. Fins were located on his forearms and the back of his calves, along with a massive head fin directly in the middle of the speaker's head.  The handsome man was clad in a religious robe that exposed the tall snake man's well-toned, long legs.  His golden eyes held a gentle light to them, even with his firm glare he gave to the group of salty sea-dogs standing before him. 

Sadly, the collection of sea-faring canines were not fond of this snake-fish's words. Though he was tall, tall enough to be well over 6 feet, the pit-bull, german shepherd, and doberman were not intimidated by a pretty boy priest.  The Doberman stepped up to the young priest, baring his teeth to the snake. Although the snake man wasn't cowering, he took a step back from the advancing dogs.

"You got some balls then, Fish boy," the doberman said with a rolling growl in his throat. "Tooting up your own horn about how good your water is, and then telling us we can't have it? That's just not fair, Deacon."

His brutish comrades clearly agreed as they followed the lead of the doberman and stepped forward.  The snake-man looked between them all, clutching his fists as he felt the tension rise. "S-surely we can do this without getting violent...!" claimed the snake man, but the Doberman only chuckled as he cracked his knuckles.

"We won't have to if you shut the fuck up and- OW!"

The doberman's threat was cut off as he yelped and clutched the back of his head. The shepherd, pit-bull, and Snake all winced as the pit-bull hissed in sudden agony. Feeling the back of his head, the Doberman checked to see if he was bleeding...He wasn't, but he had a knot growing in the back of his head now.  A view to the side revealed the weapon - a baseball rolling by his paws.

"Hey!! Sorry about the pitch, ¡cabrón! Couldn't find a target to dunk you clowns in, so I just went for the next best thing!!"

That womanly voice, coated in a very noticeable accent, belonged to a woman standing behind the three dogs.  With an angry turn, the Doberman saw his attacker - a pretty faced Iguana with a smile as bright as the Sun above. Her face had green scales on her head, and the peek of orange underbelly scales starting from her chin downwards. Atop her right eyebrow was a dual piercing, and her blue eyes were bright with a rebellious fire.  The Doberman was pulled up by the Pit-bull, and the sharp-eared dog 's eyes furrowed as he stared at his cocky assailant.

"...What the fuck is this!? Young little thing like you's trying to play hero or something?"

By now, a scene had been caused, and there was a wide berth of people staring at Deacon, the Dogs, and the Iguana facing off.  Her scales glistened as she stepped forward, pointing a clawed finger at the dogs from underneath her body-covering poncho.

"Hero? Wouldn't say that - I'm just a concerned lady who don't like seein' a couple of brutes pick on a defenseless dude!  But if you want a Hero, tough luck! Beza's gonna give ya something worse!"

Beza's pause came with a smirk as she saw the growing confusion in the sea dogs' face, as well as the snake man for that matter.  Her hand slowly retreats back to herself to rise toward her shoulder. She grasps the Poncho, and she hurls it toward the dogs, who are quick to swat at it and toss it to the ground.  What served as a useless attack was actually a distraction - the pretty Iguana girl was suddenly donning a new outfit!  With accents of blue lining the menacing black fabric, the iguana was now wearing a leotard that hugged her frame comfortably!  The top was VERY low cut, allowing her bountiful, big breasts to bounce whenever this Iguana made a move.  Beza was definitely aware of the attentions her breasts gave her, and she seemed to relish in it as she puffed her chest out while laying her hands on her waist.  

Her breasts were far from the only thing of note, for with a simple flex did Beza show to all that she was RIPPED.  Her arms bulged with tense muscles working along her green-scaled arms. Her thick thighs tensed, showing off the power underneath the thin layer of fat that would make any watermelon tremble with fear.  Her leotard was even custom-made to have a diamond-cut on he stomach to show everyone a deliciously sculpted middle. Firm, noticeable, abs were present for all to see.  And to top it all off, Beza's cabeza was clad in a fierce, green mask that made her gaze a fierce glare from the mask's eye decals.  The mask's mouth open to see her grinning face and green painted lips.  In mere seconds, Beza had transformed from an unassuming bystander into a professional luchadora!

"La Hurican de Fuego los dejará hecho cenizas!!" Beza shouted to the trio of dogs, pointing their way before threatening them by sliding her thumb over her throat.  They stared at her blankly before the Shepherd asked his comrades what she said.  Deacon, staring at Beza with wide, shocked eyes, shook his head and cleared his throat.

"...She says that 'The Hurricane of Hell will turn you to cinders...' "

The crowd of people were just as stunned as the trio of dogs.  The shepherd and pit-bull exchanged a glance, and laughed awkwardly at this whole debacle.  The Doberman, however, was not laughing. His shoulders sagged and his chest rose before exhaling a loud sigh. "...We sail across the damned oceans and now we gotta deal with this shit.  Boys!! Toss this lizard into the trash!"

The crowd of people began to thin out as the promise of violence was stated. Deacon gulped, seeing the tension shift from him toward this fiery marine iguana! "M-miss Beza, please reconsider!" Shouted the blue snake. "Violence is not needed for this!"

Beza's hidden eyes scanned over the blue-finned snake-fish man. Her smile grew wide as she made a mental note to get friendly with this mysterious Priest.  Her nice thoughts were intruded on as the german shepherd and the pit-bull got into her point of view.  Assured of this quick work, both the sea dogs came to regret it as Beza revealed that her beautiful stature came with a terrifying speed.  The pit-bull didn't even have a chance to regret reaching for her, because before he knew it, he was seeing stars after Beza's tail smacked him across the face. 

The Doberman's face of surprise was muted compared to that of Deacon's, and especially the crowd's. Pit-bull went stumbling to the floor, and the German Shepherd grit his teeth lunged at Beza to avenge his homie. A quick glance behind her shoulder had the beautiful and stunning Beza thrust her arm backwards to jam her shoulder into the rushing dog's gut. A pained gasp echoed in the air as the german shepherd's lungs were aired out by that attack, causing him to immediately double over and clutch his stomach.  How very unfortunate that this is where Beza wanted him; She grabs his head and leaps in the air. The crowd gasps in shock and awe as the colorful, violent iguana lands on her ass with a thud, and so does German Shepherd's chin impacting her shoulder.  The crowd cried out in shock and excitement at the sudden Stunner left  Shepherd flopped over on the ground, unconscious.

"Looks like that's lights out for you, perro!  What about you,  Fido? Still want this smoke?!"

Beza's threat was directed to the pit-bull, who had staggered back on his feet!  The wrestler didn't rush to stand up; She was waving to the crowd, and giving a flex to those who were giving her a good amount of praise. Upon noticing the next opponent putting on a pair of brass knuckles, she could only sigh and shrug her shoulders in a sarcastic manner. Rising to a full-body stretch, Beza let out a gentle moan as she felt her body loosen up, giving everyone a show of her sculpted beauty. With the exclamation of "You're Dead!!", the heavy set dog grit his teeth and went in swinging!

The difference between the Pit-bull bruiser and the lovely Iguana grappler was like night and day. He rushed in with straights, wild jabs and hooks to push her against the boardwalk wall,  while she was easily outpacing the dog with her sidesteps, backward hops, and some good old fashion taunts to get get the dog going. "Que paso, pendejo~? You look a bit distracted!" asked Beza, who had paused her momentum to raise her hands behind her head and shake her bouncing, big breasts.  The hoots and hollers of the crowd made Beza grin wide; the attention made her tail sway and her scales tingle. Every jeer, shout, and cheer sent her way electrified her, and made her grin confidently at her fumbling opponent! As for the pit-bull, It had the opposite effect; angered and humiliated, he rushed at her - a mistake many make upon fighting a wrestler!!

The dog's straight punch landed on air as Beza slid on the outside of the swing. Her teeth glinted in the sun as she bounced on her feet and leapt on the Pit-bull's back. The disoriented Sea Dog couldn't compose himself well enough to stop Beza from sitting on his shoulders, but by then it was too late. Beza locked her legs together around the dog's head, and squeezed HARD on his head.  The beauty of the Iguana's legs were amplified by her amazing flex and the trapped dog's muffled screams.  Blowing a kiss to the now electrified crowd, Beza ended the dog's suffering with a special move! She twists her upper body to the right, then torques all of herself to the left, causing the dog and herself to spin toward the boardwalk.

*WHAM!!*

Beza's opponent was crushed by gravity, and two powerful thighs. As soon as her legs opened, she saw the pit-bull looking at the sky, groaning and dazed.  The display of violence was impressive to have the whole crowd applauding. Even Deacon could not refute the display of finesse and power shown to him!  With a hop to her feet, Beza grins as she gives the audience an appreciatory flex of her arms.  The smiles and cheers of the crowd warmed her scales hotter than the Sun, and she couldn't help herself; She blows kisses and waves at her adoring fans! The moment, however, was cut short by a loud sound that made Beza cry out in shock.

*BANG!!*

The crowd began to scream and scatter from the loud sound. Beza, shocked as well, whirled around at the sound.  She saw the Doberman holding up a handgun in the air after firing it, and now it was being pointed at her.  "I'm mighty tired of this shit," said the stone-faced and armed dog. "I would tell ya to leave, but I oughta get payback for makin' a fool of my boys."  For once, Beza didn't know what to do!  She was prepared for a fight, but even with her might, speed, and finesse a gun was still a gun!  For once, she was speechless, and the Doberman chuckled as he realized that fact.  He raised his weapon up, taking aim at the bombastic lizard....when all of a sudden, his hand was slammed by something, causing it to jerk upwards! The pressure made him unhand his firearm, and scream out as he held his stinging wrist.

"AUGH!? WHAT NOW?!"

The Doberman was unaware of what knocked his gun away, but Beza saw it all happen.  The thing that knocked the gun away was...Water! Water that was being controlled by that cute shopkeeper.  It lunged like a snake and slammed itself on the Dog's hand. The Doberman was far too busy focusing in his hand to realize the continued assault; Deacon recalled the water back into an open gourd and advanced toward the dog himself. 

The sun shined in Deacon's glasses as he adjusted them with a finger, and soon after that he sprung into action.  Like the water he controlled, Deacon moved in a fluid motion, sliding toward the Dog with a quick, yet elegant stride. This was no attempt to scold the dog however - the snake priest's body twisted at the upper body, turning away from the reeling dog.  Beza gasped, as the priest revealed his intentions; His body suddenly thrust itself toward the dog in an attack! His upper back collided with the irate doggo, and the impact was an audible SLAM that echoed in the bright sunlight. The Doberman was lifted off his feet, howling in pain as he was sent sprawling forward. A hoarse wheeze was heard as the Doberman stumbled on his feet. His balance unstable, all he could do was look behind his shoulder to see his assailant: The tall, soft spoken snake who was pleading for them for peaceful solutions.  The doberman was filled with pain, but that pain couldn't compare to the rage in his heart... that is until Beza made herself known by hugging the dog tightly.

"Buenos Noches, Fuckboy!!"

Beza teeth flashed in the sun as she grinned at the Doberman's head snapping back to face her. That hug became a squeeze to lock the dog in a firm, back-straining grip. The Doberman grit his teeth to endure the increasing pain as he reached for her arms to free himself.  Try as he might, he ultimately failed for two reasons: Beza wasn't hurting right now, AND the dog couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet.  It took the Doberman a moment to realize what was happening, and when he did he screamed frightfully as he was headed right for the ground.  Beza's back arched beautifully as she lifted the dog in a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, ceasing his screams with a wood-bending SLAM! The Doberman's legs went rigid before going limp, and Beza's perfect bridge was undone as she used her tail to hoist herself back up. Upon standing, Beza raised her hands and posed for her adoring fans...that sadly had left when the gun was pulled. Her smile waned as she looked around at the dispersed crowd.

"Coño!" spat the angered lizard. "Bastard cost me my audience!" A deep groan followed as she laid her hands on her hips. If it weren't for Deacon walking up to her an applauding, she would have thought this street fight was pointless!

"While a bit excessive, I still applaud and thank you Ms. Beza! Had I known they were armed, I would have joined earlier..." Deacon approached the smaller lizard, but she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at him.

"...If you coulda did that from the start, why didn't ya fight?! You can control water!"

"Not all water; So far I can only control water from the river that goes through Mount Modeus." corrected Deacon, adjusting his glasses.  "With the blessings of the Holy River, Tlalocoatl, can I manifest that water to aid me."

Beza stared at Deacon, cocking her head to the side with a frown. Though she was masked, Deacon could still feel her unimpressed gaze on him.. "Big words for a fancy magic trick, priest boy.  I coulda took 'em all, sure, but street fights are better with partners!"

Deacon's mouth opened, but stopped there. Explaining the difference between a blessing and magic usually made people skeptical or bored.  If she was interested in the Holy River, he'd make it clear. For now, he needed to soothe this fired up Iguana.

"...Y-yes, well. All the same, I'm sure those dogs would have absconded with the River's water if I were alone. You have my gratitude, Beza."

He bows before her with a smile on his snout.

"My name is Deacon, and if you need anything, I'll do my best to help."

Beza crosses her arms under her chest, scrutinizing the polite snake.  Her gaze immediately softened when looking at his face, glad that her mask could hide even the slightest hint of a blush.  The snake man's blue scales were rather vibrant, and it accentuated the cuteness of this cute snake-man. His golden eyes looking into hers made her avoid his gaze, but now it was trained on her chest and it made her feel warmer on the cheeks!  Unlike the priests she had known growing up, this young and handsome priest seemed to enjoy showing a peek of his pecs! The defined-yet-not-huge perk of his chest made her look lower, but even that wasn't safe for her.  This blue snake had a nice pair of legs on him; long, and deliciously toned...if she were to guess, this guy kept this body up with a lot of running, and perhaps swimming!  Beza cleared her throat, regaining her composure as she whips her head back up to look at Deacon in the eyes. He looked amused.

"...Wipe the look, Padre. Just cuz you're cute doesn't mean you're off the hook yet!"

When she was certain her cheeks weren't bright like a night light, she pulls off her mask to show her face once more. Her head shook to let her long spines flip away from her eye like a strand of hair

"...Well, I guess if you wanna help, you can tell me how you got all these water powers! Not that I need 'em but havin' em would be useful against punks, y'know?"

Deacon's chuckle made her pout, but he quickly followed with a pitch to his faith. "As I said before, it is a blessing. It takes faith instead of studying to gain a blessing such as this."

He pauses, only to smile brightly at the slightly agitated Iguana. "...That being said, Tlalocoatl welcomes all.  If you would join us, surely your blessing would be wonderful as well."

"Alright, tone it down," Beza mused, waving her hand.  "I'll check out your place since you're cute."

Beza was surprised to see his face light up like a child getting a present. He began to ramble on about the faith he served, but she tuned out early. Just seeing him so happy was infectious enough, and she began to smile too.  Perhaps this wouldn't be a drag after all.