Party of Champions 9

Party of Champions 9
Welcome to West Port

The rain did not stop when Yogurt and his party arrived. In fact, it had been raining for the entire three days that they traveled, and it continued upon arrival into West Port. But that didn’t seem to bother our yogurt-based protagonist. He continued walking through the rain, undeterred.
Globe covered her head with her bag. “Shouldn’t we find shelter? We should wait out this terrible rain!”
“Wait it out?” Yogurt cried in shock. “No way! That could take days!”
“You’re very impatient, aren’t you?” Domino frowned.
“What do you care?” asked Yogurt. “Just look for some ships.”
The trio approached one of the shipyards, but no one was around. Domino and Globe looked around the area for any people.
“Where are all the ship people?” asked Globe.
“I’m not sure.” Domino placed her hands on her hips. “There’s no one around.”
“Hey!” Yogurt shouted. “Come over here!”
The two girls turned around, and found Yogurt standing on top of one of the massive starships. He was posing on top of the main deck and enjoying himself.
“What are you doing?” cried Domino.
“I’m the king of the universe!” Yogurt grinned widely.
“Get off of there!” Domino cried. “That’s not even our ship!”
“Oh, c’mon Domino! Come up here and have fun with me!”
Globe giggled. Domino sighed. “What an idiot…”
Suddenly, a rope grabbed onto him. Yogurt glanced downward as it wrapped around his leg. Then, before he could react, the rope retracted and dragged him inside an opening in the deck. The hole suddenly closed, and Yogurt disappeared.
“Yogurt!” the two of them rushed upward to the ship and began looking around. Globe readied her ball and chain. However, upon reaching the deck, they found that no one was onboard.
“Where’d Yogurt go?” asked Globe.
Domino called his name repeatedly, but no one answered. She tried searching the ground for any compartments, but nothing was around.
“Damn, that idiot.” Growled Domino. “Couldn’t just leave anything alone…”

“Help! Where am I?”
Yogurt was tied to a chair in the middle of a dark room. There was nothing else in the room, as far as he could see. Actually, that wasn’t true. There was a rope on the ground, a pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of lotion. What the heck was this room?
“Is anyone around?” Yogurt asked. He moved his arms and turned them to yogurt, allowing them to freely pass through the rope. He did the same with his legs and broke free of the chair.
“Well, that was weird.” Yogurt scratched his head and looked around. “Where am I?”
He was about to go look around when he heard footsteps approaching him. He couldn’t see in the room, for it was too dark. He defensively held his fists up and prepared to defend himself. At that moment, the lights turned on, and another girl entered the room. It wasn’t Domino or Globe. She was about 21 years old. She wore a dark green plaid skirt and black thigh-highs, with black flat shoes. She wore a buttoned white shirt with a green collar. It was shorter than it should’ve been, so it revealed her midriff a bit, but only by a little. She had dark brown hair and a yellow headband. She wore red glasses with the upper part of the lens frame missing. She was a very beautiful individual. She had decent-sized breasts, way bigger than Globe’s, and about the same size as Domino’s. She also had a nice set of thighs and a nice butt. Finally, she wore an unusual watch on her left arm.
“Oh!” she exclaimed suddenly. “How did you escape?”
Yogurt ignored her question. “Who are you?”
She bowed to him. “My name is Hourglass. I’m the owner of this ship.”
“Oh!” Yogurt exclaimed suddenly. “A ship owner!”
Hourglass inspected him for a bit. “Who are you? Are you one of the responders to my various emails I sent out?”
“What emails?”
Hourglass frowned. “Well, I was on this website that told me there were hot, sexy singles in my area. I was under the impression that they were real, since they showed pictures of hunky guys. So, I sent out emails to the respondents.”
Yogurt frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“What? Don’t tell me you don’t do those things too?”
Yogurt smiled. “Be my ship owner!”
Hourglass grinned and blushed. “Is that how you men initiate it these days?”
Yogurt shook his head. “No, I literally mean, be my ship owner.”
“What does that mean?” Hourglass frowned. “I don’t even know who you are…”
“My name is Yogurt.” He explained. “I’m on a quest to become the strongest fighter in the universe!”
“The strongest fighter?” asked Hourglass. “That sounds kinda hot…”
“Stop it!”
“Sorry.” Hourglass shrugged. “But I don’t think I’m interested in that kind of thing. I’ve got my own problems to deal with…”
“Oh, that reminds me.” Yogurt grinned. “You should really meet my team.”
“Team?” Hourglass licked her lips. “There’re more of you?”
“Mmhmm.” Yogurt nodded. “I was just talking to them until I was pulled under by some giant rope. It grabbed me, and then the next thing I knew, I was here. I don’t even know what happened.”
Hourglass shrugged. “I…don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Well, at least I’m free.”
“How’d you get out of the chair?” she asked.
Yogurt grinned and turned his hand into pink yogurt. “I’m a goo-man.”
Hourglass moaned and blushed again. “Oh…oh my god…that’s one of my fantasies coming true…”
Yogurt glanced at her suspiciously. “You’re a weird girl.”
“I like it weird.”
Yogurt shrugged. “Whatever. You’re my ship owner now, so you really can be anything you want.”
Hourglass shook her head. “I already told you, I don’t want to be on your team.”
“What?” Yogurt stood closer to her and glanced at her. “Why not?”
Hourglass blushed again. “You’re making me wet. I’ll need to change my underwear soon…”
Yogurt growled. “Why won’t you join my team?”
“I don’t know you.” Hourglass answered flatly. “I’m not gonna join some random stranger. What if you kidnap me? Although…that would certainly fulfill another one of my fantasies.”
Yogurt shrugged. “Fear not. I won’t kidnap you. Especially since you seem to be more likely to kidnap me.”
Hourglass giggled creepily. “Darn right I would.”
Yogurt smirked. “So it’s settled then?”
“No.” Hourglass cried. “Stop asking me.”
“Never.” Yogurt grinned at her. “You’ve revealed yourself as a ship owner to me, and my initial impression of you has been favorable. You must join my team!”