Rupegia 140 Grand Prix - Part 2

Alissa talks with Hukarere while I listen to Ririmu telling us about the history of the town. The Vengeful Spirits appeared after they brought the other urban islands here. It seems that after they removed the petrified people, their spirits became angry and started attacking.

Sometime after that, they realized that the Spirits also attack monsters, so they developed a defense system against the Spirits and surrounded themselves with urban islands, creating a barrier that prevents most monsters from threatening the town.

Another odd thing that I've noticed is the complete lack of children.

"We actually don't need any more urban islands. Our numbers aren't increasing, so we don't need more s.p.a.ce, just farmland for a wider variety of food," He says.

"Why aren't your numbers increasing? Didn't Oritiki say that your people have been isolated for a generation already?" I question.

"I… I don't know… We've been isolated for a generation…" He mumbles as he looks at his plate. He freezes for a second, then looks at each of us and continues eating.

I raise an eyebrow and wait for a moment for him to continue, but he doesn't, so I say, "I haven't seen a single child since we came here."

He looks at me confused and asks, "Hm? What?"

"Children. I haven't seen a single child in this town."

"What…?" He asks again, then freezes for a second and continues eating. After he swallows, he looks at us blankly and asks, "What were we talking about, again?"

The girls and I share a look of confusion and suspicion.

"The population of the town hasn't been increasing," Ciel insists.

"Oh, right, yeah, it hasn't. Marshall Hihiriwa wants to send expeditions to explore other towns, but because we don't have a lot of people, Marshall Wahinui said no, and the rest of the High Council is siding with her."

"You said that the town has been isolated for a generation, how many years is that?" Yunia asks.

"Oh, I don't know… a few decades, at least, but no one's been keeping track of that," he answers with a shrug.

"What month is it?" I ask.

His beady little eyes blink blankly, then he says, "I don't know…" He freezes oddly again for a second, then continues eating. After a few mouthfuls, he looks at us and asks, "What were we talking about, again?"

We share another look between us. Even Alissa has stopped talking and is now observing Ririmu, but Hukarere acts as if nothing is wrong and continues happily eating her meal.

"This is… not good," Lina comments through [Bind].

"Let's not push them," I respond, fearful of what might happen. "Let's change the topic. What do the Chimeras do for entertainment around here?" I ask with a smile, then glance at Hukarere.

Ririmu's whiskers twitch, then he smiles and says, "Since only two of you should know how to fly, how about some Wasp racing?"

"Wasp?" I ask.

"Those small triangular s.h.i.+ps that escorted you here along with the Celestial Horns. They're a type of airplane called Wasps."

"Airplane?" Roxanne questions.

He chuckles once and says, "You land-dwellers say 's.h.i.+p' for everything that flies, but the main purpose of a s.h.i.+p is to navigate in the water, while a plane's purpose is to fly."

"Ooh, I see…" Roxanne responds with a nod.

"Well, in actuality, only three of us can't fly," Ciel says with a wry smile.

"I use [Telekinesis] to fly," I say.

"I use [Heart of Fire] to fly, and I can float along slowly due to my race, but I don't think that's the same kind of 'flying' that you're referring to," Roxanne says.

"I can only fly for a short while," Hana says.

Lina's anxiety skyrockets and bleeds through [Bind].

I look at her and smile warmly as I say, "If possible, we'll fly together with you on my lap. I have the [Piloting] skill, so I can fly smoothly enough for you to enjoy it."

Her anxiety is immediately replaced by excitement, and she shyly nods in agreement.

--

We finish our meal and go out. This town was built in a mountain, and like all towns of this kind, the lower levels are for the poorer people, so we go down to the middle-lower levels of the island, where the South Common Docks are located. This dock is only for civilian transports, so there aren't any merchant s.h.i.+ps around here transporting goods, reminding me of an airport. However, their merchant fleet is minimal, anyway, since there's little actual trade going on. Thanks to that, most of their fleet is used for civilian transportation.

The s.h.i.+ps around the Dock are almost like buses with wings. But they don't have sails like ours do since they're focused on comfort. The articulated wings allow for smoother control of the s.h.i.+p, contrary to sails, which are designed for cheap propulsion.

"Where are all these people going?" Alissa asks as she sees a long line of wingless Chimeras board a wooden bus.

"The farms. They take quite a lot of magic and care to keep them growing. You land-dwellers have it easy with your large stretches of land where food simply grows when you're not looking," Ririmu says with a snort.

"Well, the Thunderplains need lots of mages to take care of the farms; otherwise, the lightning kills everything," Hana comments.

"The… what? Thunderplains?" Hukarere asks.

She grins and responds, "It's a place that I call G.o.ds' Urinal because their heavenly p.i.s.s, the rain, falls incessantly over there."

Lina and Ciel facepalm, Yunia looks disgusted, Aoi tilts her head in confusion, and the rest of us laugh and shake our heads in disbelief.

"Isn't… uh… urine bad for crops?" Hukarere asks.

"It sure is, but this is heavenly p.i.s.s, not normal p.i.s.s. It's divine and actually makes the plants grow faster than normal if you have a mage protecting them from the lightning."

Ciel sighs, and Lina corrects Hana, "The Thunderplains is named that way because it's a region where thunderstorms happen very frequently. So frequently, in fact, that if you travel without a lightning rod, you'll be struck by the storms. Though it's unlikely for you to be harmed by the lightning since the magical storms are actually quite weak, you'll still be in a lot of pain pretty often.

"The abundance of rain and mana makes the region very bountiful, but you need a specialized farmer mage to take care of the crops. Otherwise, the crops would easily die from too much mana or water."

"Ooh…" Ririmu and Hukarere hum in unison.

"G.o.ds' Urinal…" Ciel mumbles, sounding slightly angry, then she glares at Hana and says, "Please, that's a bit much. Don't say such blasphemies again."

The shameless dragonkin lifts her hand in defeat and smiles as she says, "Alright, alright. But can I at least call the rain 'heaven's p.i.s.s'? I really hate how much it rains there."

"You-…" Ciel stops herself, then clenches her fist and sighs. "Just don't say it out loud…"

Hana shrugs. "Sounds good to me."

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We reach a hangar that seems to have more than three floors full of different types of Wasp airplanes. The smaller Wasps are made of canvas and other leathery materials while the larger ones use wood, but most of them don't have a closed gla.s.s c.o.c.kpit. I remember that Kaatohe's was made of wood and reinforced with strips of metal, so these must be a lot cheaper than the military planes.

We reach a small office, and an old, deer-headed man comes out. His antlers are small and seem soft, the color of his orange fur is faded, and his white fluffy beard looks well-kept. His folded ears quickly rise up when he notices who we are, and I see his rabbit tail wag a few times.

"Oh, Ririmu! You're with the foreigners!" The deer man exclaims.

"Hey, Jonu! I'm acting as a guide. Luckily, the Honored One chose us for this task," the racc.o.o.n man replies.

The old man grins and turns to us, "Oh, I see. And you're here for some excitement, I a.s.sume?"

"We won't be staying here for long, so we'd like to enjoy something decidedly 'Chimeric,'" I respond with a smile.

"I a.s.sure you, n.o.body flies like we do!" He exclaims and fondles his beard, then he turns to Hana and says, "And before the beautiful dragon over here says anything, I ask that you try it first before you judge it."

Hana opens her eyes wide in surprise, then laughs out loud. "I see that you've met some dragonkin," she says and grins.

Jonu returns the grin. "Hard to miss them, especially in this profession. Now, come over here, let's find the right Wasp for each of you."

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Roxanne, Hana, Ciel, and Aoi will use light leather Wasps so that they have better maneuverability and speed at the expense of more mana required to control them. This type doesn't have a c.o.c.kpit, so they'll use aviator goggles to fly. Alissa and Yunia will be piloting the wooden ones with closed c.o.c.kpits since they're less experienced with flying. Lina, Gify, and I will use the heaviest one with a closed c.o.c.kpit because it's the most stable.

The controls are kind of like a modern jet. There's a control stick in the middle for yaw, pitch, and roll; a speed lever on the left that allows us to fly in reverse at full speed; a small power lever below that; and another small stick above the speed lever that controls strafing. Our s.h.i.+p doesn't have a stick for strafing; instead, it has three leavers, making it much more awkward to maneuver than this plane.

And would you look at that, there are G.o.dsblessed seat belts in these Wasps. How did I miss this!

I ask Jarn if she wants to fly a Wasp, but she declines.

"I'm merely a servant. Unless you desire me to learn how to pilot better, there's no need to spend money on me," she says.

"Have you ever seen a summon talk?" Hukarere whispers to Ririmu.

"Nope," he answers and smiles wryly.

"Then consider this an opportunity to not only learn how to pilot better, but also to learn what humanoids find 'enjoyable,'" I respond.

"I understand," Jarn says and nods.

I turn to the doll golems on Ciel and Roxanne's arms and smile. "That goes for both of you, too," I say.

"Understood," they say in unison.

"Oh, wow. The dolls are summons, too! That's sneaky!" Hukarere whisper-shouts, and her dragon tail lazily wags.

"If they can talk, aren't they just like living beings, too?" Ririmu whispers.

"Don't question it," she quickly replies.

I turn to Jonu and say, "I want a Wasp that's slightly difficult to fly so that she can practice."

The man blankly nods and walks over to the Wasps, still stunned by the absurd exchange we just had.

Jarn gets a small one made of wood. The weight helps a bit against rogue currents at the expense of higher mana consumption, but the small size increases the maneuverability, allowing her to push the plane closer to its limits. The two golems will stay with her so that the three of them can have a go at flying it together.

"We'll remain near the hangar," Ted says, and the other golems nod.

"O-okay. I'll… I'll give you some advice," Jonu says, still a little stunned.

Ririmu and Hukarere will be flying canvas and wood planes, but they'll just be nannying us (by that I mean nannying Hana and Roxanne) so that we don't do something stupid.

We pay with our silver, but Jonu has to ask for a weighting tool since their silver coins are around four times lighter than ours. Also, their gold coins have a different composition than ours, so we won't be able to use them without a lot of effort to find the correct conversion.

--

I get into my Wasp, and Lina sits on my lap, then snuggles with me.

Jonu comes to us and attaches a new seat belt on some hooks in the c.o.c.kpit so that Lina can also be protected, then he runs off to manage the take-off.

"I might be the first dwarf to willingly choose to fly an airplane," she comments.

I smile gently and kiss her cheek. "I'm proud of you. Being brave like this and facing your fears isn't an easy thing to do."

She hugs my neck and returns the kiss. Her tooth-achingly sweet perfume fills my nose and arouses me. "Having you with me certainly helps," she whispers.

I smirk and turn her chin so that she can see my face. "Or maybe you're just using your fear of heights as an excuse to get some quality time with me."

She smiles like an imp and kisses my lips. "I won't comment on that."

I return the kiss again, but this time, I part her lips with my tongue and search for hers, asking for it to come out and play.

"Young man, you're next!" Jonu yells, forcing us to break off the kiss.

I close the c.o.c.kpit and activate the plane, then we slowly take off and head towards the back of the hangar, where the air track is set up.

Floating rings of bright yellow light five times as wide as our planes start to glow in the dark sky. The colorful galaxy full of stars and nebulae along with the purple clouds drifting by make the perfect background for us to see the glowing checkpoints. Small blinking lights trace a path between each ring so that we don't miss them.

We line up in front of the first ring and wait for the race to start. I point the strafe stick upwards to counter the force of gravity, allowing us to hover in the air with little effort as long as I can keep the plane level with the horizon.

--

Ririmu clears his throat and starts speaking through the microphone, "Welcome, everyone, to the first Grand Prix of Whakamutu Mutu! I'm your announcer, Ririmu, and I'm delighted to be here along with my co-host, Hukarere, to narrate this exciting event!"

"It's a pleasure to be here with you, fellow colleague. This event is one-of-kind, so you'd better keep your eyes glued to your screen, or else you might miss something amazing!" Hukarere exclaims.

"Now, we'll announce the schedule. We'll begin with four free laps so that the compet.i.tors can become familiar with the track. After that comes a lap of honor for Little Lina to fully experience the freedom of flying, then the first race starts: The Sly Fox and The Golden Princess will duel in a beginner's race. After that, we'll get to the main event! The Red Devil, The Laughing Demon, The Dark Angel, and the Azurite Beast will compete in a race that'll awaken the compet.i.tive soul in each of us!"

"Indeed my dear Ririmu, the race hasn't even started yet, and you can see the burning anger fueling the main compet.i.tors. I don't know lip-reading or Andraste, but there's no need for either of them to understand that the Devil and the Demon are yelling some heavy profanities at each other!"

Ririmu's voice gains a tone of mischief as he says, "If you want a grudge match, you can bet that the Devil and the Demon are going to make things very exciting."

"But remember that the Angel has a history with the Devil and that the Azurite is young and has something to prove! Even in the beginner's match, the pride of the Fox and the Princess won't let them take it lightly."

"There's excitement all around for the fans of compet.i.tive flying!" Ririmu exclaims and laughs out loud.

"I'll say this again: keep your eyes glued to your screen, or else you might miss something amazing! Oh… it seems that the compet.i.tors are ready."

"We'll be a.n.a.lyzing how they approach this track. The way that they use these free laps will tell a great deal about their personalities and the way they pilot."

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"How are you feeling?" I ask Lina.

"The mana is thin here, so [Stonebody] is losing power, and that makes me feel weak. At least on the s.h.i.+p, the [Fly] gem leaked a lot of mana," she responds.

"Scared?" I ask.

She pouts cutely. "I hate feeling weak, but I'm not scared."

I smile s.a.d.i.s.tically, and immediately she regrets saying that.

This [Fly] gem works in a special way. At full power, the gem creates an envelope around the plane, protecting it from drag and giving it super-maneuverability without the risk of stalling, allowing an almost inertial means of flight, but it's inefficient manwise. The proper way to use this plane is to only use half power so that the envelope weakens enough to allow the aerodynamics of the plane to have their normal effect on flight. So, there are two modes of flight: one is almost-inertial, and the other is plane-like, and being able to use either of these two modes allows me to pull off some neat tricks.

Hukarere gives the signal to go, and I push the speed and power levers to the max.

"AAAAH!" Lina shrieks and chokes me with her thin arms.

A small counter appears near the controls as we cross through the rings. This helps prevent cheating since, if we miss one, everyone will find out when we compare the counters.

We start with a long straightaway that gently turns to the left. I switch to plane mode and use our momentum to keep us moving forward at little cost to our mana.

As the most experienced pilot, the girls will follow after me first before going off on their own. Roxanne and Ciel have only flown in straight lines for the most part, so they don't know much about racing tactics. Alissa knows how to pilot the s.h.i.+p but only the strafing, and she doesn't have a good grasp of aerodynamics.

Suddenly, the straightaway bends into a hairpin that forces me to slow down a lot and make a delicate, banked turn. This must be a beginner's trap to get them to fly into it with too much speed and shoot off the track.

After that, there's a corkscrew downwards to make us dizzy, followed by a long curve that shoots vertically upwards, forcing me to switch to inertial mode. The curve continues after a short stretch, which would force us to fly upside-down, so I roll the plane before the curve starts, and we end it flying right-side-up.

Then there's another hairpin, so I switch back to plane mode. This curve is much easier to maneuver since we aren't flying at high speed. Next comes a downwards winding path that I have to cross as if I'm in a slalom. The swaying makes me giggle, but Lina doesn't enjoy it as much as I do.

We get another long, downwards drop followed by a tight curve forward, then a wide, upwards corkscrew that's designed to be traversed at a high speed, making us suffer from some strong G's.

After that, there's a long, upwards curve that straightens out and transitions into a loop that ends in a short shot back to the finish line.

"How're you feeling?" I ask Lina.

She frowns but doesn't really seem to be unhappy. "I'm okay, I guess… I think I'll have to use [Spirit Of Gaia] to keep myself from getting dizzy after all that spinning."

"You'd better, because I'm going to push this plane to the limits," I say with a s.a.d.i.s.tic grin.

"Oh, no…" She moans.

"Oh, yes," I reply and cackle.

I speed us up to the max in inertial mode as we barrel down the long straightaway, then switch back to plane mode. The airplane starts to shake due to the turbulence as we rapidly approach the glowing yellow rings.

The hairpin arrives, and I switch to inertial, then go neutral speed, spin the plane 180º degrees, and push the lever back to full again. Like a rocket performing a retrograde burn, we slow down and lose all our forward momentum as I drift the plane sideways. When we start accelerating again, we've already crossed through the hairpin, so we smoothly start the downwards corkscrew, and I switch back to plane mode. Our slow speed helps me find the perfect angle for the banked turn.

My organs are compressed as my body feels the pressure from the high G's of both the burn and the turn, but neither Lina nor I succ.u.mb to the force.

We reach the upwards curve, and I overshoot instead of doing a retrograde burn since this part doesn't have any rings that I need to cross through. Then I roll the s.h.i.+p and switch to inertial to do a burn while I drift sideways so that I stop at the apex of the curve, right where the ring is.

I make a tight, banked turn at the next hairpin, then I switch back to inertial mode and abuse the strafing stick to help with the following slalom. I fly like I'm going through a slalom as I imagine the plane making drifting noises.

Déjà vu!

Gih!

Keep singing, I love that song.

As Gify floods my mind with nostalgic memories, I switch to plane mode, then dive and roll. I switch back to inertial and pulse a short burn to reduce my speed, then I switch to plane mode and easily level out the plane again as we cross through the ring.

Next comes the wide corkscrew, so I ignore the blinking lights and go directly for the rings. I maintain a constant, upwards climb in a stretched corkscrew, straining myself to control the plane as I manage a complex angle with a constant roll, pitch, yaw, and strafe.

After that, comes the long, upwards curve, which allows me to go full speed ahead and only suffer mildly from the G-force.

There are only three rings here, so I could just ignore the loop ahead and go up off the suggested path, but that might cause a crash. I significantly slow down the plane so that I can make the tight loop, then accelerate again at full speed towards the finish line, and it shakes from the turbulence.

We complete another free lap this way, and the girls struggle to perform my maneuvers.

"Would you like to pilot for a lap?" I ask Lina.

"Uh…" She frowns, and her anxiety rises again.

"I'll be here with you and guide you in case you make a mistake."

She nods, and her bangs sway. "Okay."

I kiss her neck and release the controls. She immediately takes the large stick, but her hand trembles a little, making the plane shake with it.

"Easy, there. You need a strong hand and a calm heart to hover," I say.

"Gih," Gify helps out and turns on her ma.s.sage.

"Ah…" Lina moans cutely, and her anxiety fades a bit.

As the girls catch up, we start moving forward and gently fly along in inertial mode. Lina has some grasp of aerodynamics, so we lower the power of the s.h.i.+p, allowing her to try out some maneuvers.

I send blood downstairs and gently rub against her entrance. The shaking of the plane makes her small red dress quickly ride up, allowing me to see her delicate, pink lacy panties.

She definitely feels my length resting against her p.u.s.s.y lips. The ride becomes rougher and shakier as her breath starts to become haggard with excitement and arousal.

I unb.u.t.ton my pants and pull down my underwear, letting my monster directly feel her continually increasing heat. Now, the only barrier between us is a thin piece of cloth.

Her heart beats faster and faster, but she keeps her concentration on flying. Through stubbornness, she regains control of the s.h.i.+p, reducing the shaking, then her hips start to subtly move.

Just as we're finis.h.i.+ng the last curve, I feel something wet start to stick to my shaft.

"Getting excited?" I whisper in her ear, and she moans in response, then tries to hide her grin from me.

I open up the c.o.c.kpit, allowing the cold wind to hit us in the face, and I laugh out loud. The excitement and adrenaline will keep us warm. I take control of the plane, then I stop it and make it hover.

I unb.u.t.ton her dress and let it fall to my lap, exposing her perfect, bare skin to the world. She's wearing a little lacy, pink bra which is more intended to excite me than to actually support her little b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"I dedicate this Honor Lap to my Little Lina. All I want is for her to feel the excitement and freedom of flight! Now, let us begin!" I yell, then I push her panties to the side and penetrate her.

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