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Smells Like Adsila	By : WritingDude Category: +M through R > Mr. Peabody & Sherman Views: 5759 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Mr. Peabody and Sherman nor do i make money money off of the characters. This is just to entertain.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Epilogue
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"These questions," Mr. Peabody began, "are in regards to the Native American removal era in the early 19th century. Why did you miss that class again, Sherman?"
"I was sick," Sherman replied.
"Oh, that's right, you had a fever that week. In any case, it's no trouble; these questions are rather basic and should only be a couple minutes."
"Actually, Mr. Peabody, I was hoping we'd use the WABAC to-"
"No Sherman."
"Why not?"
"By law, the use of the WABAC is relegated to once a month. My plan was to take you to places in history we haven't explored yet every month, such as Switzerland during World War II or Italy during the medieval era."
"But we haven't seen Indians before; can we please go?"
"Sherman, they're really simple questions and frankly-"
"Didn't you make the WABAC so you could "show" me history, not tell me?"
Mr. Peabody paused for a moment before saying, "I guess we can save the Switzerland adventure for next month then."
"So we're going?!" Sherman asked, ecstatic.
"Yes, Sherman but-"
Sherman whooped has he raced to the elevator doors. Mr. Peabody sighed as he followed Sherman to the elevator before the doors closed behind him.
"You're really excited about this," Mr. Peabody said, before pressing the B button.
"Well, duh," Sherman said, still in excitement, "I'm always hyped to go on a trip to the past with you, Mr. Peabody."
"Yes, but this point in time isn't like the eras we've been to."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean this is during the time when Native Americans were forced to leave their homes."
"Why?"
"Because America was expanding, and they needed more land to suffice the growing population."
"Couldn't they just share."
"They could, if the government didn't believe the Native American's right to own the land was insubordinate to their own."
"Well that's not fair."
"Life seldom is, Sherman; was that one of the questions on your sheet?"
"Uhhh-" *looks at paper* "-no, it doesn't ask that."
"Well, the more you know I suppose."
"I still think this is going to be fun. I mean, it sucks that they were forced out of their homes, but at least we'll have one heck of a road trip."
"Sherman, it's not that kind of road trip."
As the elevator doors opened to the basement, Sherman asked, "What do you mean?"
"Let's just say," Mr. Peabody began as they walked to the WABAC, "they had a hard time keeping their spirits up as they traveled."
After stepping into the WABAC and taking their seats, Mr. Peabody set the coordinates for their journey. Once the coordinates were set, he fired up the engine and the set off into a time vortex.
"So," Sherman began as he sat in his seat patently, "what were you and Ms. Diane doing before I came downstairs?"
"We were, ummm..." Mr. Peabody began, nervously, "hooking up."
"You were, what?"
"It's something grown ups do when they're...in the mood, if you will."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"You will some day, Sherman."
"So, will we be arriving as their packing their things?"
"By the time we get there, they should be waking up; so, yes they will be getting ready to leave upon our arrival."
After spending about a minute in the vortex, they exited through a wormhole and arrived just outside an Indian village. Sherman gazed upon the various tipis littered throughout a small area of grass. They settled the WABAC in a bush patch between the forest and the village before getting up from their seats.
"Should they ask, Sherman," Mr. Peabody began, opening the installed wardrobe, "we're scholars studying Cherokee culture-" *hands Sherman a 19th century outfit* "-this will fit you nicely."
"Okay," Sherman acknowledged, changing into the attire.
"Also, leave the sheet here; wouldn't want it to get lost or dirty."
"Okay."
After putting the sheet into a drawer and changing into his black outfit, Sherman followed Mr. Peabody outside as the door closed behind them. Mr. Peabody then pressed the camouflage button to hide the time machine.
"So," Sherman began, looking around, "what year is it?"
"1838," Mr. Peabody said.
"Are we still in New York, Mr. Peabody?"
"No, Sherman-"*points to a nearby peach orchard*"-we're actually in Georgia, the Peach State."
"Cool, peaches!"
Sherman was about to race to the orchard, but Mr. Peabody grabbed him by the shirt, haulting him to a stop.
"We'll get peaches later, Sherman," he said, "right now we're here on business."
"Ah, man," Sherman groaned as Mr. Peabody released his shirt.
"Seems this village is in between a town and a dense forest."
"Do you think they're good neighbors?"
"It's possible they respected each other's boundaries, but I don't think-"
"ADSILA!!!" someone in the village screamed.
Mr. Peabody and Sherman then turned to find the Indians in a state of panic. The men had their spears ready while the women held the children close as they scrambled around the village.
"What's an "adsila?"" Sherman asked.
"Cherokee, Sherman," Mr. Peabody answered, "it means "blossom" in their native language."
"So they're looking for a flower?"
Mr. Peabody squinted to the side and said, "I guessed correctly you'd assume that."
"Why?" Sherman asked.
"<sigh> They're not looking for a flower, Sherman; they're looking for someone named Adsila."
"Oh; well, maybe we can help look for them."
"Or we could wait for them to settle and-"
Sherman then turned to the village and yelled, "Hey guys! Is it okay if we help find who you're looking for?!"
Mr. Peabody face palmed himself as the two were surrounded by 6 spears to their faces in an instant. The Cherokee men surrounding them were twice their size, wore loose shirts and all but one dawned necklaces as well as different hair styles.
"I'm guessing that's a no," Sherman said, starring at the spear.
"Who are you?" asked the skinny one with red/blue pattern necklace.
"Well," Mr. Peabody began, "if you would kindly take these spears out of our faces, we'll gladly introduce ourselves."
The Indians' eyes widened as the short one with the green/yellow necklace said, "The dog; he speaks."
"Naturally," he said, lowering one of the spears, "now, as I was saying-"
"Take them to Dustu," said the one without a necklace, "he will want to speak with them."
As they were forced to move forward, Sherman asked the Indian behind him (the one without a necklace), "Who's Dustu?"
"Silence," he said, holding his spear firmly.
"Okay, that wasn't nice."
"We'll find out soon enough, Sherman," Mr. Peabody said.
They then entered a tipi to find an older man kneeling by a bed. Unlike the men surrounding Mr. Peabody and Sherman, this man wore a toga and had an eagle's feather in his hair. He didn't take his sights off the bed as the Cherokee man without a necklace knelt before him.
"Dustu," he began, "we found these two outside our village. One is a boy with hair like fire, and the other is a dog who can speak."
"But not my daughter," the older man said, sadly.
"We're still looking, father; we saw these to and thought-"
"What?" Sherman objected, "That we kidnapped this "Adsila" person even though we just got here? That doesn't make any-"
"SILENCE!" the young man said, raising his hand at Sherman.
Sherman flinched as Mr. Peabody blocked the slap and barred his teeth at the man.
"Don't you DARE lay a hand on my son!" he growled as the other men in the tipi backed up in fear.
As the man took his hand back, Dustu turned to Mr. Peabody and asked, "The boy with hair of fire; he is your son?"
Mr. Peabody took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, he is. I took him in when he was a baby and we've been together since."
"Yep," Sherman concurred with confidence, "and you can just call me Sherman by the way. And this is Mr. Peabody; he doesn't like being called Dad, even though his is my Dad. Or at least, the only Dad I've ever known, my actual parents-"
"I think he gets it, Sherman."
"Oh, right, sorry. Any who, who's Adsila and why is everybody looking for him?"
"Adsila," Dustu began, standing up, "is my daughter."
"Oh...I knew it was a girl's name."
"When I rise from my slumber every morning, she is always by my side as she rises with me. But this morning, when I rose...she was gone."
"What? Why?"
"I do not know; when we were told we had to leave our home, she didn't shed a tear, but she was concerned. I shared with her words of wisdom and she was more joyful: "my home is with you, and your home is with your father.""
"Still don't think it's fair," Sherman commented, "that you're being forced to leave."
"So," Dustu began, "why are you here?"
"To learn about the Native American removal and how it affected your people."
"...So, you wish to know what awaits us on our journey."
"Yep."
"Very well, I shall-"
"But first," Mr. Peabody objected, "we need to find your daughter. Care to tell us what she looks like?"
Dustu looked at Sherman and said, "She is around the boy's height, and wears a monarch butterfly around her neck."
"You mean like a necklace?" Sherman asked.
"It was a gift from her mother; she hasn't taken off since she was an infant."
"Is there anything else that distinguishes her?" Mr. Peabody asked
"Her dress has the colors of the land," Dustu continued, "and her hair runs passed her shoulders."
"Okay, that's good; where do think she might go?"
"There's a bed of flowers in the forest; she's never allowed to go alone."
"That's probably where she is then."
"My sons will help you," Dustu said as he knelt back down by the bedside, "Bring her back safe; I will stay if she returns."
"We won't let you down," Mr. Peabody said, "come along Sherman."
Sherman held Mr. Peabody's paw as they were followed by Indians into the forest. Once they entered the forest, they came to a hault in front of the edge.
"We'll cover more ground if we split up," Mr. Peabody said.
"Agreed," one of them said, "move out!"
Before going their separate ways, the man who almost slapped Sherman said to Mr. Peabody, "I'd like to apologize for raising my hand at your son. I meant no disrespect."
"What is your name?" Mr. Peabody asked.
"Galegenoh."
"Well, Galegenoh, I'm glad you apologized and you are forgiven."
"Thank you."
As Galegenoh went his way, Mr. Peabody said to Sherman, "Well Sherman, let's get going. The sooner we find Adsila, the sooner we'll get you some peaches."
"Okay," Sherman said, "but I need to pee first."
"And you didn't go before we got here, because...?"
"I didn't have to go then."
"<sigh> Very well, go do what you need to."
Sherman went to they other side of the tree they were standing next to and pulled his pants down before relieving himself. As he was peeing on a trunk, he turned his head and saw the sky change colors as dawn began to set in. He then looked behind him and gazed at the peach orchard; when he looked closer, he saw something moving in the trees.
"Mr. Peabody," Sherman began, peeking around the trunk, "I think something's in the-"
"I FOUND SOMETHING!!" one of the Indians called from a distance.
"Quickly, Sherman," Mr. Peabody said, ready to move, "it might be a clue to finding Adsila."
As Mr. Peabody raced ahead, Sherman pulled up his pants and began to follow him. However, he stop and looked at the orchard again to see if the trees actually moved or if it was the wind. After a few seconds, Sherman was about to turn to catch up with Mr. Peabody; suddenly, he heard a branch snap in the orchard. Sherman then raced to the orchard to investigate.
"Hello?!" Sherman called upon entering the orchard.
At first it was silent, then Sherman heard faint singing coming from the other side of the orchard. The voice was that of a girl and it was sung in a happy tune.
"Adsila?" Sherman wondered as he headed toward the singing.
Mr. Peabody caught up with the other Cherokee in a clearing 50 yards from where they entered the forest. The man with the red/blue pattern necklace held up a dead monarch butterfly as everyone gathered around.
"Is it her's, Sequoyah?" Galegenoh asked.
"I don't know," he said, inspecting it, "it appears to have died recently."
"Well," Mr. Peabody began, "it's most likely someone else's; we should keep looking."
"Wait, one of our own is missing."
"What?"
"The boy with hair like fire," Galegenoh said, looking at Mr. Peabody, "he was with you last time saw."
"Sherman!" Mr. Peabody exclaimed, "Sherman, where are you?!"
As Sherman walked through the orchard, the sing gradually got louder. He then started hearing branches being ruffled as he got closer to the source of the singing. Sherman walked around for a while before stopping at a tree where the singing was coming from.
"Ummm, hello?" he called, looking around.
"Hello," the voice said.
"Whoa! Who said that?"
"I did."
"Did the tree just talk to me?"
"<giggles> I'm in the tree, silly."
Sherman looked up at the peach tree and saw a little girl in a colorful Indian dress with a Monarch Butterfly necklace around her neck. She held a small basket with her left arm as she had a firm grip on the branches.
"Are you Adsila?" Sherman asked.
"Yes," she replied, "but how do you know my name?"
"Well, for one thing, your entire village is looking for you."
"I was just collecting peaches before we had to go; I was coming right back."
"But let me guess, you got lost."
"Well...yes, I got lost. But father should know I'm here."
"Well, maybe I'll go back and tell him. Uhhh...which way did I come from again?"
"You're lost too?"
"Why is this orchard so big?"
"Because a lot of seeds were planted and they grew into all these peach trees."
"I knew that."
"Then why did you-"
"Can you just come down so we can get out of here?"
"Okay."
Adsila made her way downward as Sherman waited patiently; suddenly, she missed a branch and fell on top of him. As she landed on Sherman's body, her basket emptied out all the peaches she had as it hit the ground. As Sherman opened his eyes, he found himself being kissed by the Cherokee girl on the mouth. At first he was surprised, however, the fact that this was his first kiss just made him smile blissfully.
"Oh," Adsila eeped, getting off of him, "I'm so sorry, ummm...fire headed boy."
"It's Sherman, actually," he said, still smiling dreamily.
"Well, Sherman, are you okay?"
"I think so; I always thought kissing was gross, but now...I think I have a different opinion."
"Kissing someone usually means you love them, but I don't know if it's the same if done on accident."
"Well, in any case-" *stands and stretches* "-it felt really good."
"Sherman, you man tail is sticking out."
"My wha-"
Sherman looked down and cuffed his crotch as he turned away from Adsila in embarrassment.
"Oh, crud!" he exclaimed as his cheeks turned strawberry red, "I'm sorry you had to see that."
"There's no need to apologize," she said as she picked up her basket and put the peaches back in, "Father says it happens. You just need to pull on it until your seed comes out."
"You want me to do what?"
"Have you never done it before?"
"Done what?"
"Maybe I should show you, if you'll allow me that is."
"Ummm, you can if you want."
Adsila then crawled over to Sherman and pulled down his pants, exposing his dick to her face. At first, Sherman was a bit confused, but didn't object as he wanted to see what she was going to do next. She then grabbed his hand and had him grasp his dick before pulling it back and forth.
"Oh wow," Sherman gasped, "this feels great."
"Edoda says growing men pull their tails often," she said, "it's supposed to relieve the man of his seed when it's been inside him for too long."
"Umm, Adsila?"
"Yes?"
"Why do you keep calling it a seed?"
"Because it's what's planted inside of a woman's pouch to make her bare a child."
"Oh, so that's where babies come fro-"
Sherman then tilted his head back and let out a faint noise as he sprayed his semen all over the Cherokee girl's face. Adsila just sat there frozen (mouth agape) as her face and part of her hair was covered in Sherman's sperm.
"Oh crud!" Sherman exclaimed, taking his shirt off, "I'm so sorry, I didn't know that was going to happen-" *hands Adsila his shirt* "-here, you should be as good as new."
Adsila took the shirt and wiped her face as Sherman sat their with his legs folded to his chest. He kept his face down as Adsila hand back his shirt.
"I guess you don't like me anymore, huh?" Sherman asked, putting his shirt back on.
"Why would I not like you?" Adsila asked, "I knew you didn't mean it."
"I also didn't mean to get my entire class in trouble."
"Class?"
"You wouldn't understand; basically I forgot something, the kids laughed, the teacher yelled at them and they all blamed me for it. It also doesn't help that they think I'm her favorite and I know everything."
"Oh, I understand."
"What do you mean?"
"They hate you because they don't know you."
"And you don't hate me even though we just met and I...you know."
"Father says don't step on an ant when it's in your sight."
"What does that mean?"
"I might not know you entirely, but that doesn't mean I don't want to know you. From what you've shown me about yourself, you're funny, you're brave and you're helpful. It really confuses me why you don't-"
"-have more friends?"
"Yes, how did you-"
"My teacher told me the same thing."
"You must have a really wise teacher."
"Yeah; hey, can I ask you something?"
"Certainly."
"Can I see your, ummm..."
"You want to see my pouch?"
"I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, it's just-"
"I understand why you want to see it, no need to explain."
Adsila first took off her monarch butterfly necklace and gave it to Sherman before taking off her dress. Sherman's eyes widened as the naked Cherokee girl laid on her back and spread her lower lips wide open.
"Whoa," he gasped, "that's just...whoa."
"When I'm older," she began, "this is where I'll carry my child."
Sherman leaned forward for a closer look before asking, "Is it okay if I touch it?"
"Go ahead; I don't mind."
Sherman guided his finger along the sides of her pussy as she gasped with pleasure. He then saw a hole in the center and placed the tip of his finger in it. Adsila then gasped as Sherman wiggled his finger inside her pussy.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine," she replied, "it just...tingles."
"Oh, well for me it feels wet, warm, and tight."
"Father says that it's supposed to pull the man tail harder to make sure it gets as much of the seed as possible."
Sherman then took his finger out and said, "I want to try it."
Adsila sat up straight and said, "I don't think we should."
"Why?"
"Edoda says I'm not old enough to carry a child."
"Well, what if I pull it out just before I pour my seed inside you."
"Well...I guess it would be okay, then."
Sherman then crawled above Adsila as she laid back down. He then guided his erect dick to her pussy before slowly shoving it inside her. She let out a faint l, but painful scream as Sherman's dick was almost all the way in.
"Adsila, are you okay?!" Sherman asked, fearing he hurt her.
"It's fine, Sherman," she whimpered, wiping a tear away, "Edoda said it's supposed to hurt at first."
"I think I should pull out, then."
"Sherman, no-"
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I'll be fine Sherman, I promise."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay, what should I do now?"
"I think you should pull back a little and-"
"Like this?"
Sherman then heived his pelvis back before pushing forward into her pussy. Adsila moaned as Sherman started building momentum and stuck with it. As their hearts began to race from excitement, a short breeze came over and cooled their sweating bodies.
"Does it still...hurt?" he asked, panting
"It feels...better now," she replied, moaning.
The more Sherman thruster into Adsila's pussy, the more excited he got. He started pushing a little faster than before and moaned in sync with the young Cherokee girl. She started moaning louder as her vaginal walls started to compress around his dick and she started shaking.
"Adsila," Sherman grunted, "I don't think...I can hold it-"
"Take it out, quickly!" Adsila exclaimed.
At the last possible second, Sherman took his dick out and sprayed his semen all over her waist. After letting out a faint cry of ecstasy, Sherman laid beside Adsila as they both tried to catch their breath. They then looked at each other and smiled before wiping themselves off.
"That was fun," Sherman said, standing up and stretching.
"Yes," Adsila concurred, wiping the semen to the ground, "it was."
They then heard a cough and when Sherman turned he cuffed his crotch in embarrassment as an elderly, bearded man with a cane stood above them. Adsila also saw him and hid behind the tree in fear.
"Ummm...hi," Sherman said, nervously.
"Morning," the old man replied, "why are you two in my orchard?"
"Wait, this is your orchard?"
"Yes."
"Well, you see; I was just looking for this girl who went missing and I found her. So, we'll probably just-"
"Is that your basket?"
Sherman took a look at the basket full of peaches and said, "No, no that's not mine; you see-"
Adsila then came out from behind the tree and said, "It's mine. I didn't know this orchard was on your land, I'm sorry."
"Your village was forced to leave this morning?" he asked.
Adsila nodded.
"Put your clothes back on," he said, "take as many peaches as you want."
"Really?"
"I'll help you find the way out."
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