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Guest Post: A Crazy Evening on Fable 2

Monday, November 3rd, 2008 at 5:00 pm in Guest Posts · Comments

My character in Fable 2 met the love of his life early on in his career. Her name was Eve, and she ran a man’s tailors in Bowerstone, a place that I often frequented to check out the latest clothes. Such was my renown that Eve and her assistant (her name escapes me) were soon head over heels in love with me, and vied for my affections.

But it was Eve with her penchant for dance and her throaty Lancashire accent that caught my attention and we were soon married. I bought a fairly big house just along the road from her shop (with money saved up from my blacksmithing work) and we moved in. She instantly fell pregnant and we had a baby boy named Alex, although I seem to have been left out of the naming process much to my chagrin.

Eve was a good wife; she understood that I was an important adventurer with a reputation to grow, and she waited patiently for me to return from my trips. She often greeted me with a gift, and was always complementary, except for the one time I decided to start dressing like a highwayman and her friends made fun of her. In return, considerate of the fact that I was often away, she led a good life and was always well off, and I showered her with gifts and affection, including her favourite tipple, Any Port in a Storm. Sex after a bottle of that and she thought I was King of the Universe.

Soon we moved away from the city and Eve’s job and she became completely dependant upon me. I upped her allowance even more and we bought a big farm in the country. She was blissfully happy and everything was going well. Until one day I left on a quest. It took a little time.

Like 10 years…

As I stepped off the boat in Oakvale, a changed man after an ordeal I cannot speak about, my thoughts were with Eve. Would she be waiting for me? Would she have someone else by now? What about my son?

I rushed home as fast as I could, and there was Eve, stood on the step of our farm like always. She even had a gift. My heart melted and I joyously threw my arms around her. Oh all right, blew her a kiss and seduced her, but it was joyous. She asked me where I had been and said that I hadn’t been back ‘for ages’. I was amazed at her tolerance! But then she introduced me to our son, now a young boy nearly 11 years old. I could barely hold back the tears…

But something had changed in me. The horrors I had witnessed in those 10 years haunted me, and a few days later in Bowerstone I ran into Eve’s erstwhile colleague at the tailors. I still couldn’t remember her name, but she remembered mine, and was only too happy to come back to my old marital home and have sex with me in my old marital bed. She promised not to tell, and I put the whole experience down to stress.

But barely a few days later I was visiting an inn in Bloodstone, when I was propositioned by a prostitute. I was halfway up the stairs when I realise what she’d said. Of course I turned her down, but on my way back out of the inn I saw her standing in the lamplight in her short skirt and thought ‘wow she’s hot’. I could tell from the way she looked at me that she was already in love, so right there and then I propositioned her (I always carry around with me a selection of wedding rings and romantic gifts, it’s something I’ve done since a child). She accepted and we bought a house, but short on funds I could only afford a shack. As I carried her over the threshold our giggling turned to dismay as we realised our new home didn’t have a bed. To this day I have no idea where she sleeps, and given that she’s a whore it’s probably better not to ask. When we make love she still tells me that it’s only because it’s a biological imperative!

So I now have two wives in two different towns. Even after I’d dealt with a blackmailer (I refused to pay him and so far, so good), life still wasn’t exciting enough. On a family visit to Bloodstone, while leading Eve, I mean Laura the Whore (her actual name!), to somebody else’s bed for sex, I was propositioned by another prostitute. Even though my wife was stood right there I said yes. Laura didn’t seem to mind, it must be the whore in her. So I thought, what the hell, let’s try it! Finding a vacant bed I ended up paying her 10 gold for her services and having a threesome. With a prostitute and my prostitute wife. No one seemed to mind, and they both thanked me afterwards, so everyone’s a winner right?

You’d think my sexual deviancy would stop there. But no. On a trip to Bowerstone I wandered into a female tailors and just thought why the hell not! Some thigh length boots, a pair of hot pants, and a corset later and I was on my way to see a stylist for some blonde pigtails and some makeup. My new look didn’t go down so well with my army of adoring fans, save with a top-hatted gentleman who thought I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The screen told me that down on my d-pad would ask him to marry me, so moments later we were buying a run down house in a side street of Bowerstone. For a moment I thought that didn’t have a bed either and that I really needed to view these places before I part with my cash, but then discovered it was downstairs. One round of gay transvestite sex later and I left feeling dirty, and vowed never to go back. But I kept the clothes on.

I reckon that you probably think that can’t be topped for deviancy, but I’m about to tell you you’re wrong. I won’t go into details, but a few days later I found myself face to face with the hottest undead woman I’ve ever seen. She was completely in love with me, and her breasts were enormous. I already have two wives and a husband so the act of proposition came quite easily. But to my dismay there was something even worse about my new love than being a recently resurrected corpse. She was posh. My one remaining wedding ring that I dug out of the ground earlier was not good enough for her. Who knows what kind of house she’s going to need!?

This is a guest post written by Loud78.

Tags: Bowerstone, Fable 2