Is This What... "Peace" Looks Like?: The Guardians in Dreamville

Sage, Thyme, and Parsley went around the town, troubled by the stores, including one which sold nothing but dresses for weddings, cooking, and cleaning. A housewife nearby told them, "this is what you need to for your man. It's an important part of a life of a woman." She encouraged them to come inside. A housewife responded to Parsley's questions, telling the girls about the well-made clothes within the shop and encouraging them to wear the dresses. Something made the girls giddy and want to keep trying on more clothes, becoming happier and happier. They weren't sure what was happening. The housewife manager said they looked like proper Dreamville women. She even patted the girls on their shoulders. They were convinced to buy clothes from the store and did so begrudgingly. 

As they walked around, they saw men behind counters. Only a few were shopping by themselves, while the women cooed at their beautiful babies, exchanged their recipes, and made idle chatter. With their clothes, they felt like they were part of the community, rather than outside it. They were starting to feel that being a housewife wasn't so bad after all. Tending a garden and doing housework wasn't beneath them, right? It was something they could do and easily. The people of the town were always welcoming and liked to pull people into the gossip.

They heard it all. There was chattering about marriage proposals, food at new cafes, having children, and their hair styles. All of this caught their curiosity. They were surprised to see one girl in particular: Zinnia. They had known her as the skittish girl who lost it. She was fully confident in her looks but not in her ability to fight others. She was standing beside a strong burly man with a blonde heard and hair. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail. She came bounding toward them. Her grayish-blue eyes stared at them. "It's so great to see you all! Is this your first time in Dreamville?" The girls nodded.

She was bouncier than what they remembered. She had on dresses like everyone else. She wasn't wearing pants, nor did she have a brown backpack or arm bands. She was only 14 or 15 years old, so why in the world did she look like this? It almost seemed like that her previous life had faded away. She only kept her first name and nothing else. They knew who she used to be, but did she even remember? How much of her, the girl they had met once, was even there before she came to Dreamville? None of them knew, but she had likely changed a lot. "Oh, my wonderful husband. He is such a perfect man. I hope you can find a man just like him while you are here." The girls nodded uncomfortably, not sure they should be taking advice from her. The girls started to go back with a goal of returning to their living accommodations. They could leave this town now. Perhaps Rosemary was all rested up now.

When they re-entered the inn, there was complete celebration. They hadn't expected this. Their pink-haired friend ran up to them, completely joyful. "You won't believe it! The most marvelous thing has happened!" They all listened to her with suspense. Had she figured out what she needed so they could leave this strange town, or... was it something else?

She shouted at the top of her lungs: "I'm getting married!" They looked at her in utter disbelief. Was she joking with them? Was this a prank or something? A man with wavy, neck-length blonde hair walked into the room, part of his hair tied into a tiny ponytail. "I'm so glad Rosemary realized that her place is with me. She belongs with me."

The girls were shocked. They hadn't even been there for two days? How had this happened? What had gone on while they'd been out? Rosemary looked at him with her eyes sparkling, clearly smitten. She couldn't get enough of his looks. She completely ignored that her husband-to-be, Aster, was a weak and shallow man. She pushed aside the fact she had broken off friendship with him in the past. She felt that he was a changed man. He didn't dare to insult her, or get frustrated with her. He did in the maze all that time ago. Instead, he resorted to praise.

"Rose, how can you get married to him! He's a narcissistic asshole!" Sage shouted. She was openly disgusted with him. The room went quiet. Aster tried to keep his cool. He snarled. "I should have known that you'd jealous, blue hair. Ask any girl in this town. I know which ones are the best, which ones are the cutest. She is such a strong woman. She is so amazing and so great." 

Sage wasn't sure how to respond to him. She looked at her friend, who was even more lovestruck at this airheaded, self-centered idiot. She couldn't understand why this was happening again. Hadn't she learned from last time? She shook her head. She stomped off in a huff. She couldn't believe what was going on. As she walked away, she could hear him bragging about what he'd done in town and how he'd won a prize at the local fair when it came to town. Rose was looking at him in awe. She couldn't even bear to see it. She left in disgust.

Thyme and Parsley weren't sure how to respond themselves. Seeing what Sage had done, they were much more cautious. They didn't want to get thrown out of the inn or anything. Perhaps they should be there to support their friend, even if this marriage seemed too sudden. "I'm happy for you, Rose," Parsley found herself saying, with Thyme nodding along. Rose came up to them, wrapping her arms around. "Thanks. I know this might seem too soon, but I really think I've found the man for me, a charming catch...maybe he's a bit self-absorbed, but he always knows what to say and I like that."

The girls weren't sure that her description was right. She promised to walk around the town with them, saying she needed to spend more time with her partner before rejoining. They left the inn, in a state of confusion. Was Rose in her right mind? Or had she lost it? They didn't know. As the girls walked together, they went to find Sage, who had run off in a tizzy. 

As Sage was bawling her eyes out, she couldn't understand why her friend had gotten together with such a man. She wasn't looking ahead of her. Suddenly, she smashed into a tanned 15-year-old young man. She looked up and saw the violet eyes of someone she was familiar with. The violet afro was iconic. She knew exactly who it was: Cal, the man who had bullied his cousin Parnelle and had gone after Snapdragon for being too effeminate. She hated his gets. He was known to frequently sexually harass female students at High Guardian Academy. He had very few friends on campus.

"Cal, what are you doing here?" she said, as she began to back away. Emotionally hurt from what she'd seen that morning, she wasn't in the best mind to be thinking about anything clearly. She usually found this man disgusting. Something this time was different. The man laughed, shaking his head. How could she ask such a question. He had to get her back on the right track.

"I'm living here now, after everything that happened at the Academy. What about you?" Sage told him that they were there to get information about Rose's mom. He nodded. He didn't get it, but he felt this was the perfect opportunity to get what he wanted. Usually, she'd be moving away from him. Not now. She couldn't go back to the inn.

"Why don't you join me? We can talk about everything you are going through." This comment surprised the blue-haired girl. She decided to join him, overriding her usual judgment. An internal voice, coming from somewhere, told her that there was nothing to worry about. He was a perfect gentleman, like everyone else in the town. His behavior so far seemed to support that, she thought.

He guided her to the nearby bench, so they could sit together, and overlook a stream, a spot which seemed so perfect. He blurted out, "you look so cute in that outfit. I never thought this would be your style." She blushed a little bit at his compliment. She sheepishly said, "yeah, I wasn't sure either, but I'm slowly getting used to it I guess," she found herself saying. Why had she said that? She wanted to take those words back. She didn't mean that, right? Or did she? Her mind was all jumbled up.

Something else came through her mind. A Man will never hurt his wife nor his daughters. Dreamville is peaceful. The thought faded away as quickly as it entered, but it surely affected her state of mind. As she sat next to him, they began to sit next to one another. He told her about how he had mended bridges with Snapdragon and later Amaryllis. "I'm not the man I once was. I wish I could go back and do it differently." She didn't expect to hear that he had turned a new leaf. That wasn't something she ever guessed would come out of his mouth. She remembered how he had called Snap a freak and knew that he had been horrified to learn that Snap was transgender. What had changed about him? She had to know. It didn't seem it would have been that easy, right?

"I'm so glad to hear that, Cal. You know people said you were crude, aggressive, and insulted others. Is...that not true anymore?" He shook his head. He guessed that she'd say this. His brown skin looked amazing under the sunlight. She almost marveled at his curly hair. "I'm different now. I can show you, if you'd let me." She wasn't sure what he was implying. She looked at him strange. He grumbled. He could have spelled it out. He wanted to go about it a different way instead. He didn't want her to get away. He wouldn't let this opportunity, as he saw it, fade.

"You can be with me, here in Dreamville, you know." He held in his anger and fury for now. He racked his brain a bit. He tried to say the right thing. "You can make me happy, and you can be happy too. What do you say?" She was starting to get his meaning. He wanted her to be his wife, right? She recoiled at the idea. She wouldn't make the same mistake as her friend.

She sighed. She politely turned him down. She had to get back to the inn now. "I appreciate the offer, Cal, but I have a life to live, people to meet. I don't want to be tied down to one place or one person." Cal was being indignant. His rage was building. How dare she say this! He'd have to show her what it meant to defy him. He'd show her who was really the boss. He feigned seeing something on her face, claiming it was a leaf that had gone astray. He pulled her close. He forced his mouth on hers, giving her a deep, and passionate, kiss. She tried to push away, but he kept at it for such a long time. She soon became more and more flushed. She couldn't stop him, no matter how much she struggled. When he pulled away after five minutes, she was panting. Her face was as red as a ripe strawberry.

"What in the world are you doing, Cal? I can't..." she started to say. She was totally embarrassed. She started to think that she should be like Rose and let herself be courted by this single man. She started to wonder why these thoughts even came into her head. What was going on? She was in a daze. He looked at her, putting terror in her. "Hey, that's what happens when you go against me. You can ask what I'm doing, but you could have left. But you let me do this do you...don't blame me for this...it's your fault for being so damn cute." She tried to give a quick retort. In her current state, she couldn't stop him from picking her up in a princess carry. Her words spilled out. She pleaded with him. "Stop this, Cal...please let me down...we'll forget this ever happened." He would do no such thing.

He ran with her in his arms to a nearby inn, carrying her as he went. His heart was filled with ugly desire. He had a dark heart, but he could still change. Sage believed a bit of the latter as he carried her, lamenting she couldn't get out of this situation. She couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. He had it all, she thought. He wasn't flawless, but his brown skin and curly hair somehow drew her in, despite him being an utter jerk. He cooed her again, "what a beautiful face you have. I can't believe you are here with me." She blushed once again. He climbed the stairs up to his room with her in his arms. She looked at him, waiting for him to put her down. He'd usually crash on the bed on days like this, but this day as different. He had a guest this time.

As he entered the room, he gracefully placed her onto the bed. He was at the right height to tower over her, as he looked upon her on the bed, and stood over it. He was ready for what came next. "Oh don't worry, my sweet. Just relax yourself. You can do this." Sage felt her nerves float away. She wasn't sure what was next. He came close to her, scanning over her body, making her even more nervous, as he could see her entire body in front of him. He crawled up the bed. He soon was looking down upon her, right on top of her. She started to look the other way, wanting to avoid this situation, somehow wanting to escape. He shook his finger. "Tsk, tsk, that behavior is unbecoming of a girl like you. You have to listen to me...just remember, you'll enjoy it."

He used his hands to mover her face toward his and gave her another forcible kiss. She was unprepared for it and it put her into a daze again. She wasn't squirming, nor was she attempting to get him to get off of her. Instead, she heard a voice within her telling her to lean into it. The voice told her: give in to your Man. He knows what is right for you. Like before, the thought faded away. She happened to accept the thought, rather than batting it away. She kissed him back, surprising, but also delighting him. He grinned. "Oh my. I never thought I'd see this lovely side of you. That's such a good girl."

In her state, she let him take off her dress, exposing her body underneath, with only a bra and panties on. He didn't want to demean her. He wanted to do something longer lasting. His voice was powerful, yet soothing. He had practiced this just as they had told her. He looked at her intently. "I can't believe the great Sage, the witch who saved the academy is here. It's an honor." He proceeded to rub her chest through her bra, causing her to begin to moan. She couldn't believe the sensations coming to her. She couldn't believe she had gotten her into this situation. If she could only get out of here, then maybe... her thoughts her cut short when Cal increased his pace, with the pleasure taking over more of her body. Her moaning became even louder.

"You know, for a witch, you really stand out. I'd be damned if I didn't see how beautiful you've become." She blushed again. She couldn't believe this man, an asshole, and a jerk, was saying these things to her. He was so much taller than her. He traced his fingers around the edge of her bra. "Now, now, if you just take this off... then..." Sage pouted. She refused to do so. She knew in part, that if she did, she'd be undone, that if... He couldn't wait any longer. He unfastened it himself. She couldn't be more ashamed. She tried to cover up her chest with her hands, but he pushed them away.

"Well, well... what have we here... the amazing breasts on such a woman... I can't think of anything better." He proceeded to rub them just as he had when she had on her bra. He looked down on her and almost giggled but had to stop himself. He had to hold himself together. He brought in his face and started sucking on one, while playing with the other. The sensations were starting to become overwhelming. The heat was rising within her. "Oh, don't get so excited now," he began, "I'm only started. Just you wait." Her moaning became louder and louder as his hands pleasured her body and she couldn't think of anything else, not to be a guardian, not her parents, and not even her friends. All that was on her mind, in that moment, was him.

Her panties started to get wet. His smile widened. He was becoming smugger as the moments went on. "Oh, Cal, give it to me, please!" she exclaimed, not sure why she was saying this. He coolly replied, "your wish is my command, sweetie." He pulled off her panties, exposing her altar of desire to him. He could have used his fingers, but instead, he took down his pants, pushing them to the ground. She was amazed at what she saw: a pulsating buffing stick which was bigger than what she had ever seen, as someone who had never seen one in her life. And it was going inside of her. She was so lucky to be here, with this Man, she thought.

"Just relax, my blue-haired girl. You need to repay me for what you did earlier. It's only fair." He opened up her tunnel of love and shoved in his instrument of desire. He thrust it in over and over. He grunted almost like an animal. She couldn't believe the sensations she was experiencing. She found herself in a place that she was unknown, somewhere that felt unfamiliar. She could feel her Man, as her inner voice was calling him, inside of her, seizing her as his own. She couldn't muster any resistance or anything to stop his advances. This was who he was: he asserted himself over others to fulfill his deeply held desires.

Her voice had been totally lost. It almost seemed unreal. Damn he is so hot, she thought to herself. He proceeded to squirt his love juices inside her and onto her exposed, naked chest. His eyes sparkled. "Now, I have one last task for you, my cute girl. You need to eat me out...you need to suck on this." He placed his erect bush wacker in front of her. She gulped, unsure she wanted to do this, but he slowly encouraged her when he placed his hands on the back of her head. She understood his guidance. She started slowly sucking on the shaft, moving her head up and down, with Cal shaking his head at her. "Come on, you need to do it faster. I know you can. Come on now." A beaming smile on his face looked so adorable. She couldn't help but follow his words.

She moved her head up and down more rapidly, while Cal moved his hands between her legs. All the pleasure was too much. It totally overtook her. He began huffing, as she did. Their heavy breathing ended with his love juices spurting out again, this time inside of her mouth. Her sweet white liquids instead were spread across the bedsheet. She was so embarrassed. "Don't worry your pretty little head," he started to say, "You look like such a mess. I'll clean that up for you." He proceeded to lick her stomach and suck in all the cum into his body, swallowing it. She couldn't believe that part of herself had gone into this man, the one said to be for her. As she laid on the bed an her climax began to subside, he pulled out a sparkly stone from his bag. He came close to her.

"Now after all of that, you certainly want to do this again, right?" She nodded, not sure exactly what she was agreeing to, with her emotions heightened. She wasn't fully in the right state of mind. "Will you be with me until we part?" She wasn't sure what she should say. The voice came into her head again. He has done so much for you. The least you can do is say yes. Once again, she listened to the voice again, putting aside her better judgment, something which had been smashed apart into a thousand pieces. "Yes, a million times, yes!" she exclaimed as she was still unsure why she was so happy. Everything seemed to be going so well, everything was so perfect, everything so peaceful. He took out something else from his other pocket. This would be one final method to ensure everything went as planned.

"How sweet," he remarked. "I can't wait for you to be Miss Calamagrostis. I'll go to the jewelers tomorrow and put it on a proper ring." He held the other stone close to her. He had no regrets in doing so. "Will you agree to share your powers with me? You know, the Man is the head of the household. So, it's only right to share it with the one you love." She agreed, once again, something she'd never do in any other situation. He placed a stone on a small collar around her neck and did the same for himself. It bound them together, almost like a chain of sorts, although she didn't know that at the time. Even if she had, would she have escaped? Maybe she would or maybe she wouldn't. It was hard to know. She found herself falling to sleep, which seemed odd. He told her to enjoy her rest. He said that he'd accompany her to the inn to break the good news to them.

Parsley and Thyme didn't find Sage that day, as each of them searched every nook and cranny of the town. They had missed her interaction with Cal and had been far enough away that that they did not hear her moans of pleasure. What remained for them was unknown, but every day they stayed in Dreamville only brought them further down a road of no return. It was one which would alter their lives forever in ways that they could have never imagined less than a week ago, something that altered their lives forevermore.