CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: PLAYFUL CAMARADERIE PART 1.

"Choco Lips?. I kinda like it". Evennette mutters softly, biting the outer flesh of her mouth, glancing enticingly at N’Ïrk.

He is handsome, not doubt in that.

But now. N’Ïrk has a more vibrant and edgy aura. Like a prowler who can pick what prey he wants to eat.

Is exactly the same semblance Evennette feels and possess when others drool over her. But this time, is the other way around.

She is salivating for a bite. Partially regretting not having real experience with men. She is a professional «Cock Teaser», not a «Cock Taster». But for N’Ïrk, she wouldn’t mind doing an exception.

"There is plenty of animals but not many anthropoid Species on the list. Tarzön, Darnagarian and Jhrinthen. Of course, their descendants count too".

"That’s is good to know". Acknowledges N’Ïrk as he observes the Treasurer. "Harvester Hát’Thöry. Do you want to take a seat and accompany us to eat".

"I appreciate the gesture. But i have to decline the offer. I have more work to do and inform the other Harvesters. Perhaps in another occasion. If the invitation remains available".

"Of course. Do you need to communicate to us anything else?".

"Indeed. As a Harvester. It doesn’t set a good precedent that you have a reduced number of members living in your Deck. Please augment the population to a minimum of twelve people not including you".

"Do i have a period to fulfill this, rule?".

"No. It’s just protocol, and a personal suggestion. As a Harvester, you should portray likeability. However. I understand why your standards are quite demanding".

{What kind of standards is she referring to?}

"The Fraternities Expo will end in a few hours, and from tomorrow onwards, applications to the Fraternities can be issued by any Grade of the student’s body. Do you have any additional preferences to filter out the petitions?".

"My taste is extremely wide, and i am tolerant. Yet, i will not be in this Deck on my own... , Ladies. There is any trait, feature or characteristic you don’t want in our possible applicants?".

"Genderbender Traps. I abhor them. I don’t mind if they are a Femboy or Tomboy as long as they still say they are a Man or Woman. But purposely lying, pretending to be something they are not, that disgusts me. If they can’t accept themselves, why should I, or anyone else, accept them?".

"Reasonable, Honest and Trustworthy".

Writes down Hát’Thöry on her tablet, causing some giggles in the room, the interpretation is exquisite, and Evennette is satisfied with her petition, passing the imaginary microphone to Niveilia. "Your turn Sweet Cheeks".

*Em?*. "They cannot be mean, or lazy. I can take care of keeping this Deck in shape, but occasional assistance wouldn’t hurt".

"Disciplined and Helpful".

Vluk’Shïan rises her hand. "They must have an Emeneld, and be able to employ it uninterrupted at all the times".

"Storage Capacity above «125 Emen»".

Everyone eyes pose on Indayra, who sighs and complies. "They can’t have «The Hero Or MC Syndrome». I cannot stand those fools that believe they always are in the right, just because everything falls in place for them to be correct in a few couple of particular scenarios".

"Conscious, Self Aware, Mindful and with Critical Thought. Anything else?".

"Open Minded". Adds N’Ïrk. Everyone in the living room is from different species and cultures. Friction will undoubtedly occur, but having someone who can’t adapt, is an absolute «Deal Breaker» for him.

"Understood, Harvester N’Ïrk. Don’t be late Tomorrow. Is rare that the date of a Meeting is delayed. But is unheard of, to be held earlier".

"I like to be punctual. See you tomorrow, Harvester Hát’Thöry".

The Treasurer nods approvingly and departs from N’Ïrk’s Deck. The silence lastly less than a second before Evennette speaks her mind out.

"Wow!. I can’t believe i was unaware of this weird fact about the Half Tarzöns!. I should had known!. They are my role model!".

"Really, Evennette?". Incredulously speaks Indayra. "There is plenty of better options to learn from, and look at too. Haven’t you heard about, Carildia Eldyron?".

"Nop!. I don’t know anything about that godly cleavage with no blemishes in her orange shade skin, like a carrot cream. I bet it has a nice flavor".

*Ew!*. "We are eating!". Complain Indayra, her triangular barriers flickering as she rapidly covers her mouth.

"I was talking about the Carrot Cream, not about Carildia’s Love Nectar, Frosted Witch".

Indayra’s cheeks flush, half embarrassed for her misconception, and the other part is excited, it has been ages since someone dare to tag her, and she likes the label.

"Now all of us have a Nickname". Murmurs Niveilia.

"No, Sweet Cheeks". Corrects Evennette with a mischievous, playful glee. "These are Code Names, and only those living under N’Ïrk’s Deck should be allowed to call us this way".

"I like Evennette’s idea!". Vluk’Shïan agrees cheerfully, jumping from her seat, making her bosom to bounce enticingly for a short moment. "But. How are we going to call N’Ïrk?. Boss or Leader is quite lame".

"W-What about «Sugar Daddy»?. He gave me a cake when we met, and he bought a lot of ingredients to make desserts".

"Why do you say «Daddy» and not «Baker» or «Pastry Chef», I’m sure N’Ïrk likes to make «Creampies» on any chance he has".

"You are disgustingly urged". Murmurs Indayra. Evennette retorts back in kind. "And you are very uptight, a good plowing would serve us both pretty well".

Speechless, the Frosted Witch returns to eat her meal. She is not immune to her primal desires, but every occasion she shows her face, the reaction is the same. Pity at best, or getting puked right on the spot at worse.

"I know how to make Creampies". Say the oblivious Niveilia, unaware of the sexual undertone of the word. "N’Ïrk. Do you want me to bake a large cake?. Two dozens of little cupcakes?. Or several tens of small pieces no bigger than a cookie?. They taste more delicious if we drink Mockaccino!. Do you like it?. Or you prefer another hot drink, «My Sugar Daddy»?".

"Should we tell her?". Comments Vluk’Shïan with a light blush.

"T-Tell me a-about what?". Questions Niveilia, her excitement diminishing, fearful of being obnoxious to N’Ïrk. She wants to cheer him up, not bother or being a nuisance for him. Unbeknown to her, the ladies refer to a different topic...