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Sylph 07 All-Nighter by stmercy2020
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Khalida Matsoukis Profile by stmercy2020 Khalida Matsoukis Profile :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 7 5 Sylph 06 Assisted Compositions by stmercy2020 Sylph 06 Assisted Compositions :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 23 2 Sylph 05 Student Orientation by stmercy2020 Sylph 05 Student Orientation :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 19 0 Sylph Young Profile by stmercy2020 Sylph Young Profile :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 30 9 Sylph 04 Slumber Party by stmercy2020 Sylph 04 Slumber Party :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 27 1 Heroine Appreciation Day: Sylph by stmercy2020 Heroine Appreciation Day: Sylph :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 25 2 Sylph 03 Meet and Greet by stmercy2020 Sylph 03 Meet and Greet :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 31 0 Sylph 02 Moving Day by stmercy2020 Sylph 02 Moving Day :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 35 4 Sylph 01 Morning Routine by stmercy2020 Sylph 01 Morning Routine :iconstmercy2020:stmercy2020 61 13
Demon Lovers
Do you know what demons are?
We are the stories you never wrote
The jokes you never told
The dreams you abandoned upon waking
Every hope you gave up as childish
Every desire left unfulfilled
Every longing you allowed to die unfulfilled
We are the wishes you made excuses for
We are the tales you were too embarrassed to finish
We are the boasts you were humiliated for believing
Do you know what demons are?
Demons are lies.
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New Sylph Chapter Teaser
Scrabble, scrabble.
Sylph’s quick hands caught an astonished man as he literally bounced off her impressive physique.
“Sorry about that,” she chirped, setting him back on his feet and straightening his business suit.
She shot him a bright, happy smile, waved, and skipped off, nearly knocking him off his feet again as her formidable mass caused minor impact tremors with each step.
The air shimmered.  Pale sparks of phantom electricity travelled down power lines and street lights, earthing themselves with an unearthly glow.
A sudden, powerful gust of wind blew over an abandoned parasol.  There was a hideous wrenching sound, like a building being torn in two by an angry, infant god, then stillness.
Deep underground, Asura picked up a light blue apple.  She bit into it and shrugged.  “Not really impressed, Doc,” she drawled, “I mean… gimme a buck and some blue paint, I can get
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Twice Shy
When did you know it was over?
When the phone rang and there was no one on the line,
When I saw your cheeks flush
And your chest tighten
And your lips part
And it wasn't for me.
Where did you go?
I left the home I'd built
I left the ruin of my life
And went across the oceans
And went to a new world teeming with life
And went away from my memories.
Why did you leave?
I left because the love was gone,
I left to run from pain
And to give you back your life
And to not see you with him
And to set me free.
What have you done since that day?
I have slowed down
I have tasted the sky
And felt the wind on my face
And felt the sun on my back
And found comfort in solitude.
Who do you love?
I love my parents who raised me
I love my siblings who strengthened me
And the teachers who cared
And the friends who gave me hope
And I love you.
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FFX- Yuna's story
Yuna was out-of-sorts.  She didn't exactly know why, but it was probably part and parcel with Tidus's impending anniversary.  It had been seven years since Tidus hadů died?  Been deleted?  Wherever the strange place dreams went when the sleeper woke up, that was where Tidus had gone.  Two years later, unable to just let it lie, she and her friends had somehow managed- she still didn't understand how- to give her memory of him substance.  At the time, she'd thought it was a gift, a piece of eternal happiness granted for her successful defense of Spira and all of her people.  Five years later, she wasn't so sure.
Five years could be a long time when you were young and finally learning your place in the world.  Yuna had served the people of Spira all her life, first as a summoner, then, later, as a sphere hunter.  When Tidus had been given back to her, she'd thought that, finally, she was being given something that was just for her.  It
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Always the Quiet Ones
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
Touched with honey in a crowded bowl
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
Baked and hardened, sharpened in the fire
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
The boy readies himself, eyes black as coal
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
Taking its companions, lifting them higher
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
Softer now, rotting in the lake
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
It waits, patient, barely afloat
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
The boy lifts it up, his lips break
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
It catches, sharp edge stuck in his throat
Drowning, stabbing, flashing silver
And he pitches, face-first into the milky pond
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Punctilious Wonder
Sun on my right
The moon to my left
Tea served in an elegant cup
Held in my elegant paw
I keep my ears down
And my eyes open
My nose twitches at break-of-day
With the sun on my right
My jacket is finest silk
Three buttons like tiny faces
A gold chain in my waistcoat
And the moon to my left
My cousin is late again
Running, running
He's never on time
I drink tea served in an elegant cup
The queen rages
The hatter rants
And I reimagine the world
Held in my elegant paw
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Sylph 07 All-Nighter

{stre-e-e-etch!... shred!}

{pop! pop! pop!}


{tzing!... tinkle!}

{thip!... pff!}

{toink!... pok!}


“Oops.  Sorry, Kalida!”

Kalida sat rubbing the small bruise on her forehead from where the bottom button of Sylph’s overburdened blouse had just bounced off of it.  That was hardly the worst of the damage, though.  Sylph, in stretching out her arms, had inadvertently flexed her huge deltoids and triceps, literally blasting the tight sleeves into a cloudy memory of light blue thread and silk fabric.  The buttons had popped off one after another, impacting individually with the overhead light (tinkle!- they’d need a new bulb and, quite probably, fixture to repair that,) Kalida’s favorite bolster pillow (there was now a hole going all the way through, cotton bunting having burst from the far side with tremendous force,) and Kalida’s forehead.  Fortunately for Kalida, the last button had been under the least strain and the resultant bruise was merely painful and not lethal.  Additionally, Sylph had, as she stretched, accidentally shoved Kalida’s entire bookshelf full of interpretations of various dancers and musical compositions.  The oaken structure, fully a hundred fifty pounds when empty, and closer to four hundred pounds when loaded down two layers deep over five shelves, had been catapulted across the suite into the far wall where it exploded into kindling and loose papers.

Kalida was annoyed, of course, but one look at Sylph’s distressed countenance softened her heart.  “I’m okay, Sylph, but… ow!  Damn, couldn’t you give a girl a warning before your chest goes ballistic?”

“I’m really sorry, Kalida.  I’m just so tired…”  It was just getting on past 3:00 am the night of Kalida’s and Sylph’s first all-nighter.  Kalida’s roommates, Jen and Bekka had already gone to their respective rooms, and Jodi was out somewhere with her boyfriend, but Kalida and Sylph had opted to stay up and work on their project for their Humanities in Western Culture class.  At the same time, they’d agreed to help each other with their homework for dance and Sylph’s Fundamentals of Drawing class.  They’d chosen to work in Kalida’s suite that night mainly because Kalida had a superior stereo, but Kalida was now wondering about the wisdom of that decision.

“What the heck happened here?!” Jen demanded from her doorway.  Jen was a tall, statuesque blond, a field hockey player and a political science major.  In the week that Kalida had known her, they’d initially been cool, and the temperature of their interactions had steadily decreased until, now, they were downright frigid.

“It’s nothing, Jen.  We just had a little, um, stretching accident,” Kalida said, trying to head off the argument that Jen so clearly wanted to start.

“Nothing?!  You blew up the ceiling light!  There’s a hole into your room!  I’m not paying for that, and I don’t think Bekka’s gonna want to put money down for your little accidents, either.”

Sylph sighed.  “It’s not Kalida’s fault, Jen.  I broke it, I’ll pay for it.”  As usual, Sylph’s placating tones and congenial nature were more than enough to take the wind out of Jen’s sails.

“Well.  All right, then,” she humphed, and returned to her room, shutting her door behind her.

“She’s right, you know,” Bekka said from the other side of the room.  Unlike Jen, Bekka was openly friendly with both Kalida and her gigantic friend.  “It’s not like I wouldn’t help out if I could, but I’m here on a scholarship and my parents are already paying all they can afford just to keep me here.”

Bekka was one of those rare girls who managed to combine bookish nerdiness with an ineffable sensuality that Kalida purely envied.  She was neither overweight nor particularly athletic, but simply secreted femininity from her every pore like a powerful pheromone.  And, Kalida noted enviously, she had huge boobs.  Bekka came into the room and sat down with them.

“Look,” Sylph said, “we’re all a little strapped for cash, but we can come up with something.  I’m going to go down to the Student Union tomorrow and see what they have available for student work.  Maybe I can find a job to help pay for some of this stuff.”

“You ought to charge for all that time you put in helping out down at the gym,” Kalida remarked.

Sylph blushed a little. “I wouldn’t feel right about that.  I help out there because I like doing it and I like the people I meet.  I wouldn’t want to have to start charging my friends money…”

Bekka sniffed a little at that.  “That’s a pretty naïve attitude, Sylph.  Sweet, but naïve.  You can’t just give away all your time like you do, or else people are going to start to think they’re entitled to your help, even when you have your own things to do.”

Sylph nodded slowly.  “Well, I’ll think about it.  But I’d rather find some other way…”

Kalida and Bekka looked at each other for a moment, then Bekka smiled mischievously.  “How about…?”

“Oh, yeah!” Kalida exclaimed, eyes aglow.

“What?!” Sylph asked, bewildered.

“BIKINI CARWASH!” Bekka and Kalida yelped together, then collapsed in hysterical giggles.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding,” Sylph began shaking her head, “I don’t even own a bikini!”  For some reason, this only made the two of them laugh harder.

Finally, gulping air in great, jagged swallows, Kalida managed, “But Sylph- you can sew!”

“Yeah!  Kalida and I’ll help you pick out materials-”

“Itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka-dot…” came a mocking, sing-song voice from the doorway.

“Jen!”  All three immediately stopped laughing and straightened up, trying (and failing miserably) to look serious.

“As it happens,” Jen went on, “I think a bikini carwash is a great idea.  But I don’t think the three of you could organize your way out of a paper bag, so I’ll help.”

All four looked at each other for a moment, then burst out laughing.

“This,” Sylph remarked quietly to Kalida, “could be the start of a beautiful relationship…”


Moderate adult content because of nudity. Sorry, folks.

This was something of a turning point for Sylph, I think, as it started getting her out of her shell. It's nice to see that her friends and associates aren't really intimidated by her at all; in fact, not even her rivals seem particularly threatened by her, probably because she doesn't have a mean bone anywhere in her body.

In terms of the artwork, well... I like the pose and the expression, but I really wish I was better at making exploding fabric. If anyone has suggestions, feel free to note me.

Sylph Young Profile by stmercy2020 and her universe and related characters are the creation and property of :iconstmercy2020:, also known as :iconwhisakedjak:, and may be used with my permission. Feel free to ask, as I’m pretty easy-going and happy to share, so long as you’re not using it to make a quick buck.

The previous chapter is here:  Sylph 06 Assisted Compositions by stmercy2020

The next chapter is here:  Sylph, Chapter 8
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“You know, Sylph, the sign said push…,” Jen’s dry voice informed the hulking girl.  Sylph stood there, red-faced, in the doorway to the student union, the bent and mangled aluminum door, sans glass, still held in her muscley arm.
“Um,” she ventured, “oops?”
Jen rolled her eyes.  “Just put it aside.  Let’s get you inside and see about getting you some sort of job before you bankrupt the campus.”
Sylph gently put the wreck to one side, regretting once again that neither Kalida, nor Wade, nor ev

Khalida Matsoukis Profile

Height: 5’7”
Weight: 155 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Black
Ethnicity: Greek/Mediterranean

Physically, Khalida is nearly flawless. Although she is a dancer and exceptionally skilled in both ballet and contemporary dance, she does not have the traditional dancer’s proportions, having, instead, a somewhat longer torso than average and, generally, a slightly thicker body. Khalida weighs a bit more than her lean, slender appearance would suggest to the untrained eye, mainly because she already has a fair amount of lean muscle on her physique. Khalida’s skin is a rich chestnut color, and she ordinarily wears makeup, skillfully applied, to enhance her already intense natural beauty.

Personal Quote:
All right, you two; do it right, this time, or I'ma whap the both of you!"


Khalida grew up in the same town as Wade Thomas and attended school a few years behind him. Growing up, she had something of a crush on the older boy, but the attraction was, at the time, unrequited as Wade barely seemed even to notice her.

As a child, Khalida was extremely curious about the physicality of her body and her parents encouraged her by putting her into private dance and gymnastics classes as soon as she was old enough. They also hired a personal trainer for her, and she proved to excel at most physical tasks.

Khalida was, in high school, something of a tomboy, and rarely bothered to spend much time on her appearance; as a result, few noticed just how beautiful she was beneath her skinned knees and grass-stained trousers. Added to that was the fact that Khalida preferred playing sports to being in the stands or cheerleading, and it is hardly surprising that she went until late in her junior year before an agent noticed her.

Khalida modeled and took additional private dance lessons throughout her senior year. At the end of her senior year, she was invited to give a dance recital overseas, in Greece, and stayed an additional six months learning about her family’s history. Upon her return from Greece, Khalida enrolled in the New York School of Art, majoring in dance and performance art.

Khalida is cheerful and extroverted and generally likes hanging out with her friends. She has a bit of a competitive spirit, and enjoys pitting herself against difficult challenges, whether she proves capable of succeeding or not— although, to be fair, she prefers to win. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and will stand up for them and defend them even when they’re in the wrong, but she also won’t hesitate to tell them when they’re being stupid. Khalida has a fiery temper and will sometimes get in over her head as a result.

Khalida suffers from achluophobia and finds it extremely difficult to adjust to being in the dark in an unfamiliar place, a trait she shares with her best friend, Sylph.

Khalida is an incredibly skilled dancer, capable of holding her own against the best in the world. She has been described as being someone who is so in control of her body that she seems to be actively dancing even when she is at rest, and no motion that she makes appears to be accidental (although, to be fair, she has been known to succumb to the Rube Goldberg effect that seems to surround her best friend, Sylph, like a field of pure entropy).

Khalida is a good cook and specializes in Greek and Mediterranean food; she is a competent baker, although not spectacular. She is reasonably knowledgeable about the science of cooking, and can apply that knowledge to new dishes or culinary problems with little planning.

Khalida’s physical strength is very slightly in the superhuman range, making her considerably stronger than her physique would suggest. While she is nowhere close to Sylph’s power level, she is strong enough to deadlift about three-quarters of a ton without much difficulty. Because of her training as a dancer, she has tremendous endurance and can generally maintain her strength at near-peak levels for close to an hour at a time.

Khalida is a fairly average student, neither exceptionally gifted nor handicapped in any particular academic area. She is exceptionally socially aware and flourishes in classes that focus on creativity, charm, and charisma. She is less adept at deep academic enquiry, and is often inclined to base her thoughts and actions on gut instinct.

Sylph 06 Assisted Compositions

“Just one more, Joe!”

“hih… hih… hih…”

“Oh.  my. God.”




Todd tore his eyes away from the impossible woman who was edging her way into the weight room long enough to grab the bar and help Joe rack the weight.

“Jesus, Todd,” Joe panted, sitting up from the bench and looking at his friend, “what’s the deal?”

Todd, normally a glib and charming young man, couldn’t even find words, so he just pointed.  Joe looked.  She was what Joe would politely describe as gi-normous.  And he would be very polite, because she was easily big enough and, from the look of her, strong enough to squash him to so much paté without even trying.  There had been some rumors when most of the new weightroom equipment had been installed yesterday, but it obviously fell far short of the mark.  Joe, a star wrestler and one of the best lifters at NYU, had looked at the immense weights being installed and shook his head.  He had been certain that there was no one who could possibly require such huge, oversized plates and bars.  He had assumed it was some sort of practical joke or something.  Now, he wasn’t at all sure.

Sylph was a big girl.  She hadn’t been properly weighed for years, now, but she guessed that she weighed in somewhere close to three-quarters of a ton.  Over the years, this had provided her with some rather novel problems, notably that her weight was too compact and dense for her to stand or move above the foundation level of most residential buildings.  Her shoulders were so wide that she had to go through most doors sideways if she could fit at all.  There were several places she could no longer enter at all without causing structural damage to the buildings because her chest was also incredibly deep.  It wasn’t just that she was big, though.  She had to be about the most perfectly balanced mass of meat he had ever seen.  No one muscle group stood out as more inhumanly developed than any other, certainly there were no muscle groups that looked as if they received insufficient attention on her magnificent, vibrant form.  In fact, the only thing about her that might be considered less than ideal was her height.  Granted, anyone that massive would be vertically challenged, but Sylph was actually wider across her shoulders than she was tall.

Having managed to slip into the room without too much difficulty-she’s had to suck in her chest, but that was par for the course-Sylph looked around, ambled lightly over to the open part of the mat and started stretching.  She was amazingly flexible.  Despite having far more muscle than any other five people on the planet, she was far from muscle-bound.  It was true, of course, that she couldn’t reach fully across her chest with either hand, but she could do full splits and lay her head on the floor or either quad (her knees were a little out of her reach at this point) and she could reach over her enormous deltoids and nearly to the small of her back.  She stretched thoroughly and began doing a slow floor routine to warm up.

As she moved with deceptive grace through her routine, Joe and Todd went back to their workouts.  Joe shook his head.  “Man, how does someone get that huge?” he muttered through his teeth at his best friend.

“Serious case of ‘roids?” Todd suggested.  He was moderately horrified, although Joe seemed, surprisingly, almost mesmerized.

“I don’t think so,” Joe grunted, pushing out another rep.  “Look at her again.  Her skin’s flawless.”  Todd looked.  Joe was right.  She didn’t even have freckles or teenage acne scars.  As he was looking, another couple people entered the gym.  He recognized Wade right away, but the girl who came in right after simply took his breath away.

The new girl was only a little taller than Sylph, but amazingly trim and tight.  Todd realized right away that she was carrying a little muscle in that amazing package, but it was deceptive because she was so well proportioned over all, like an off-season Gioia Mavi, maybe not quite as big.  Her long, black hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her workout togs looked relatively new.  Her huge black eyes got even bigger as she stared around the gym until she spotted Sylph.  Her face broke into a dazzling smile, then, and Todd thought he might die happy right there.  She started towards the (much) bigger girl, and Todd was contentedly watching the generous sway of her butt when Wade’s voice snapped him back to reality.

“Hey, Todd- quit perving on my friends, would you?”  Wade was a couple years ahead of Todd, having graduated two years ago, but they’d been friends on the basketball court, and he could easily get away with this sort of teasing.

“Why, you got claims on her?”

“Which one?”

“New girl, not the ‘roidazon.”

Wade frowned slightly.  “Man, Todd, you can be such a jerk, sometimes.”

“What?”  Todd looked at Wade and realized that he was actually upset.  “What’d I say?”

Wade shook his head disgustedly.  “The big girl over there is Sylph.  She’s really nice, and it wouldn’t hurt you to try and see past surface appearances sometimes.”  Todd opened his mouth to retort, but Wade continued without stopping.  “The other girl is Kalida.  We kind of grew up together, but I never really knew her that well.”

“Dude.  Sorry.  If I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked her,” Todd commented, nodding at Sylph again.  Wade decided to let it go.

“Well, I’ll admit, I wouldn’t kick her out of bed…” Wade smiled.

“Like you could!”  Wade shook his head and punched Todd on the arm.

“So you really know that other girl?”

“Yeah.  We were at the opposite ends of our high school, but I kind of remember her.  I think I actually tutored her in math a couple of times, but I don’t think she remembers me real well.”

“So… could you introduce us?”  Todd included Joe in his question, and Joe got up from his bar and came over, shaking out his arms.

“I’ll make sure dipstick, here, keeps the filter on his brain/mouth connection,” Joe offered, “but I’d really like to meet them, too.”

At the other end of the gym, the girls greeted each other again and Sylph helped Kalida figure out how to stretch out for weight training.  It was made a lot easier by Kalida’s natural grace and athleticism, but it was still pretty obvious to Sylph that Kalida had never really seriously seen the inside of a weight room.  As they stretched out, Kalida kept looking over her shoulder at the men clustered by the bench press.

“Sylph,” she hissed, “they’re staring at us!”

Sylph glanced at them and grinned.  “Of course they are.  You, girl, are probably the most smoking hot example of womanhood that any of them have ever seen.”

Kalida blushed red clear to her roots.  “I thought they were staring at you.”

“Oh, they were.  Until you came in, that is.  You’re what they call a showstopper!”

“Can’t you make them stop?” Kalida grimaced uncomfortably.

“I doubt it.  I didn’t bring any burlap or sackcloth to cover you in,” Sylph teased.  “You might as well get used to it.  You’re studying dance, remember.  What do you think is going to happen when you go out on stage?”

“That’s different!”  Sylph cocked an eyebrow and Kalida deflated a bit.  “You mean it doesn’t bother you at all?”

“To be looked at like a piece of meat on the rack?  Of course it does, but that’s just the way men are.  You either get used to it or you turn into a hermit.  Didn’t you get this in high school, at all?”

“Not me.  I was tall, but I really didn’t fill out until after I went to Greece.  Mostly, I was just the knobby-kneed hockey player from room 3B.”

Sylph looked skeptical, but didn’t say anything as the men were on their way over.

Wade stepped forward, first, and made the introductions.  “Joe, Todd, I’d like you to meet Sylph and Kalida.  And vice versa,” he smiled.  Todd reached forward to shake hands with both girls before turning his attention to Kalida.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” he began.  “I think I may be inspired to use a really corny pickup line, but only if you say you don’t mind.”

Kalida blushed again and dimpled shyly at the tall young man.  Todd wasn’t bad looking, with his sandy brown hair and lively blue eyes, and he had a way of talking and moving that just seemed able to disarm the most tense situation.  “You can use it, but I’m bound to tell you no,” Kalida answered teasingly.

Todd gave a huge, comical sigh and immediately turned his charm on Sylph.  “Can you talk to her, dear lady?  I’m afraid her reticence has unmanned me utterly!”

Joe punched him on the shoulder and smirked.  “Ignore the clown, Sylph.  It’s good to meet you.  What are you two coming to NYU for?”

“Well, she’s here for dance,” Sylph said, indicating Kalida, “and I’m studying visual arts.”

Joe gaped at her.  “You didn’t get those,” he said, lightly touching Sylph’s mammoth bicep, “pushing a paintbrush.”

Sylph’s laugh was like the tinkle of tiny silver bells.  “No,” she admitted, “I got these by pushing a lot of lead and iron around, the same way you did.”

After chatting for a few minutes, Sylph indicated that they ought to get back to their workouts.

“Um, I usually make dinner in my suite,” Kalida offered, “if you guys aren’t too busy, why don’t you stop by and we can talk more then.”

Joe and Todd exchanged glances.  “I’d like to,” Joe admitted, “but I really can’t.  My girlfriend is in town and I promised to have dinner with her and her friends.”

“Nothing stopping me, though,” Todd grinned sunnily.  “I’ll be there.”

While they were talking, the NYU Violets they’d met at lunch came in and warmed up, then started over to the free weights.  Sylph got both Wade and Kalida started on some simple exercises, demonstrating the proper way to handle the weights, then went over to greet the football players.

Kalida was somewhat surprised to discover that she was actually lifting heavier than Wade, but Wade didn’t seem to be bothered by it at all, so she decided to keep it up.  For his part, Wade was impressed by how much Kalida could handle and handle well.  He knew a lot of guys who couldn’t bench or curl nearly as much as Kalida was doing now.  Wade knew that he could single rep most of the weights Kalida was doing, but that was about it.  He watched, entranced, as her shapely arms clenched and tightened into visible biceps and triceps- not huge, but not exactly small, either, and, he was certain, very firm.

There was a shout from the squats rack, where one of the linemen had loaded a bar nearly full and then tried to lift it.  He’d gotten it off the pegs- barely- but the weight had been probably a good two hundred pounds in excess of his best lift, and his spotter missed the grab.  Fortunately, Sylph was standing nearby and quickly reached out with her left hand and snagged the falling bar with barely a quaver.

“What did you think you were doing?” she demanded, visibly upset.

His spotter, Mike Pendergast, the quarterback they’d met at lunch, answered for him as the lineman gulped air with wide eyes.  “That’s Damon.  He was trying to show off, of course.”

“What, for me?” Sylph looked disgusted, now.  “I don’t even do curls with this weight anymore.”

Mike shook his head, sadly.  “Some guys just want you to know they’re strong, you know?  I think Damon’s kind of taken with you.”

“Oh, good grief.  Look,” she called, raising the weight up high at the end of her arm, “I know none of you are as strong as me.  Don’t work out to impress me, work out for yourselves.”

She racked the weight and began to walk away.

“Hey, wait a second,” Damon called after her.  Sylph turned and waited.  “Just how strong are you?”

“Honestly?  I don’t really know anymore,” she shrugged.  “They don’t really make commercial weights in tons.”

“Then how do you work out?  And why?”

Sylph considered.  “Mostly, these days, I work out to keep my flexibility and conditioning.  I don’t really lift heavy for me very much, except in isolating specific muscles, and then I use those bad boys over there,” she explained, pointing at the enormous weights stacked in one corner of the room.

“Are you serious?”

“No one could lift those!”

“You gotta show us!”

Several of the other linemen had gathered around and were egging her on.  Finally, Sylph sighed and walked over to a huge curl bar.  She nodded.  “Okay, but just once.  Than y’all have to go back to your own workouts, okay?”

Wade nudged Kalida as Sylph started loading up the bar.  He didn’t even try to guess how much weight was on it- it looked like more than a ton, and she kept adding more.  The footballers were already impressed as they made out that the plates she was handling so easily weighed 500 pounds each, and she was up to six on a side.  Setting the locks in place, Sylph looked around her and realized she had the attention of everybody in the gym, now.

“Okay.  Everybody stand back.  I’ve never actually tried this much before,” she said.  A couple of the linemen nudged each other and looked curious or relieved as they wondered if Sylph’s prodigious musculature actually had a limit.

Sylph reached down and took a deep breath.  She grabbed the bar in a palms-up grip and, panting now, straightened her legs.  Her shorts, tight before, simply exploded as her glutes and quads went from huge, directly through mindblowing, and stopped squarely in the middle of oh-my-God, but Sylph didn’t stop.  Slowly, with the bar bending nearly to the floor on each end, she stood up straight.  Her top, which Wade thought had been loose before, suddenly became glued to her deltoids and lats, and her biceps instantly filled sleeves that could have made the waist band for an enormously fat woman’s dress.  Eyes closed now, Sylph lifted the weight straight out in front of her, bracing with her left leg to keep from over balancing.

“Right or left?” she gasped, holding the weight straight out from her body in her quavering arms.

“What?” asked Damon.

“Right… or… left?” she gritted out between clenched teeth.  Her trapezius muscles threatened to swallow her pretty head and her pecs seemed to add whole inches as she strained to keep the weight steady.

“Uh…” Damon hesitated, then shouted, “Left!  Do the left!”

Ever so faintly, Sylph actually smiled.  Shifting her grip, everybody heard it as her shirt began to split from the collar down to the small of her back.  Next, she released her right arm and reached behind herself to help her maintain her balance.  Finally, she slowly, agonizingly, curled the weight directly in front of her using only the strength of her left biceps.  The sleeve on her left arm shredded and hung in loose tatters around an arm now grown to incomprehensible proportions.  Bearing down, now sucking air in short, awkward gulps, Sylph began to strain once more.  Her face became a mask of concentration, veins on her forehead standing out against her normally pretty face.  The sound of ripping material sounded once again as her left shoulder expanded to absorb the insane pressures being applied against it.  Turning her wrist and scowling, Sylph shook her head, flinging sweat in a wide arc.  Finally, after what seemed like minutes with no movement, the weight began once more to shift.  It moved up.  Sylph roared, an amazingly loud sound coming from a woman who seemed to be at the very end of her endurance, and finally powered the bar straight up.  Her entire chest blew up like an exploding bomb, blasting the remains of her shirt into little more then memories.  Eyes open again, Sylph held the weight there while she caught her breath, then slowly, gently, brought the weight back down to the floor.

Slowly at first, then with growing intensity, the gym shook with the applause of the collected ballplayers and Sylph’s friends.

“Um, Kalida?” Sylph muttered.

“Yeah?” the smaller girl asked, still in shock.

“Do you think you could go back to my room for me?”

“Yeah, sure.  Why?”

“I’m kind of nearly nekkid,” Sylph said, blushing, “and I didn’t bring any spare clothes.”


This is one of my favorites, I think. I finally did a gym scene that I was really happy with, which is rare. Usually gym scenes sort of degenerate into long lists of big, oft-times silly numbers. Sylph managed to avoid that, pound some serious weight, and still come off looking cute and innocent (which, of course, she really is...)

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Grimmtoof Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2017
Happy birthday, I hope you have a great time.
stmercy2020 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2017
Thanks, man. I survived it, so that counts... right?
Grimmtoof Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2017
Given how things are at the moment then yes, it counts.
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Happy Birthday
stmercy2020 Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2017
Thanks, man.
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Thank you for watching!  :)
JimmyDimples Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, happy birthday! :cake: :party: :)

Hope you'll give us a sign you're enjoying it!
stmercy2020 Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2016
Hey, man- thanks! I had a great birthday, although it was pretty busy. The new puppy is work! :icongrin--plz:
Grimmtoof Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2016
Happy birthday, I hope you're having a great time.
stmercy2020 Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2016
I had a great time, thank! :D
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Happy Birthday!
stmercy2020 Featured By Owner Aug 6, 2016
Thanks, kitty!
ElsieGuen Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, thank you for watching me!
stmercy2020 Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016
Glad to- I'm kind of a never-speaks-but-loves-to-look sort of person in recent years, but your Kayra series, in particular, has really sparked my imagination. Thanks for keeping the series alive!
ElsieGuen Featured By Owner Apr 17, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Well, thank you for your kind words! I started writing the story about Kayra quite some time ago, it is one of my first stories. Because of this, it is still one of my favorites.
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Hope you enjoy this birthday as well. 
JimmyDimples Featured By Owner Aug 5, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, no clever video this year, unfortunately.  Just a wish for a Happy Birthday! :)
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Happy Birthday! :party: :cake: :dance:
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Happy birthday, hope you have a great day. I'm afraid your present is going to be a few days late, but hopefully I should have it ready by the weekend.

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Happy Birthday!
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