Fan-fic by Payenbrant and maxd01
Authors note: I have always enjoyed MaxD01's writing. He has an unusual mix of humor, analytical facts, and a penchant for violence/tenderness in equal measure. He has been derided by some and praised by others, and to add to the mix he made an interesting world that I have often wondered what it would be like to play in. Max has kindly allowed me to do so, and it is with great pleasure that I introduce a character that is near and dear to my heart. It is also a great privilege to allow this character to interact with two of Max's characters that also are very special to me.
So without further adieu, I present to you...Mr. Grover Solomon Brooks.
Co-Authors note: Much the same with Payenbrant I was introduced to his story by a mutual reader of ours. When I started reading his story I was very pleased at how well written it was. The characters were believable (for fantasy) and had faults and issues. Even though he posts on lit.com sex wasn't the driving force and more of a smoothly integrated part. His warped sense of humor is a very close match to mine and I snickered my way through his story.
When he approached me and indicated he wanted to do a fan fic I was actually stumped by that. It had never occurred to me that someone would want to do something like that. I was tickled as well as feeling rather honored. In any case this ended up as a work by both of us. As far as my characters I did a good portion of the dialogue for them. He did do some dialogue for the minor characters so you might noticed a slight difference. Enjoy.
Chapter1:
The sun that had been half way raised from behind the forest trees now crested the treetops as a naked tall man stretched in the sunlight. Everything about him was large, from his hard hands to his heavily calloused feet and a big belly around his middle. Picture Santa Claus 10 years after he graduated College, and he played football all the way through with an MVP trophy to put on his shelf in his garage workshop. That may give you some idea.
The big man scratched himself while yawning prodigiously, then bent to pick up his overalls. He paused, looking around at the ground.
"Now where did I leave my duds?" He muttered to himself, looking around for his absent apparel. He ticked off on one hand at he looked at his belongings.
"Backpack...check. Hat...check. Fryin' pan...check Tarp...check. Knife...knife...did I leave my knife in my...? Crap, left all the small things in my pockets! Where's my gol' dang overalls?"
Then he snapped his fingers and grinned. He had camped on the rise over looking the small pond in the clearing. Last night he had gone for a swim, very carefully I might add, but more on that later. He must have left his clothes down there! Well, time to go get them.
With surprising agility for a man of his size he took off running for the overhang about thirty feet away and with a great bellow leapt from the edge tucking his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them tight.
"CANONBAAAAAAALLLL!" He cheered before landing with a terrific splash into the water.
He untucked his legs and pushed off the bottom of the pond. When his head broke the surface he shook it hard sending water spraying from his beard and hair while chuckling loudly to himself.
"Best part of waking up is a pond, Folgers t'aint near as good as cold water to YOWCH!"
He yelped and clapped a hand to his buttock then another to his foot making him lose balance and tip over in the shallows where he was standing. His fall ripped whatever had hurt his foot away, but the pain in his buttock was still there. With a sharp pull and a growl he pulled out the offending object and brought it to his face for inspection.
It was a simple small fishhook, no bigger than the tip of his pinky finger. Useful only for catching a small fish like, blue gill or something similar to it. He noticed that there was fishing line still attached to the hook, and it was pulled taught...quivering even! His dark beady eyes followed the quivering line until he saw that there were a parcel of young 'uns grouped together, the youngest probably about five, the eldest being about thirteen or so. A little blond girl in an over sized T-shirt was holding a fishing rod whose hook had been embedded in his ass.
She looked terrified!
"Well darlin'..." the big man boomed in a rough voice. "...looks like you caught something! 'Fraid I'm too big to fry up, but while I'm here...anyone seen my clothes?"
The little girl screamed and dropped her pole and took off running while all the rest did the same. The big man watched with raised brows, and then scratched his now healed butt cheek and glanced around the area.
"Ah! There they are!" He said, finally spotting his clothes. He pulled on his overalls and casually buttoned one strap letting the other hang down his back. He started checking his pockets and frowned. Where was his knife? He sniffed around the brush and couldn't smell the tang of the metal...
He shrugged, could always get another knife...but the sun was up time to get walking. He packed up his camp, then as an after thought he went back and gathered up the fishing rods. One of them had fallen in the pond and it would be a chore for those kids to have to find it underwater.
Whistling softly to himself he began to head for the nearest town that he located on his map. He got the map, from of all things a crazy looking man fox. He kept calling himself a kitsu...or something. Maybe he had said a shitsu...no... it had the word knee at the end...well...
Bah! Who cares? Fox looking fellow with three tails, three! Never heard of such nonsense before in his life! Three tails. Good lord made it so we all needed one, heck, he didn't even have one! Just a little stub that came out when he changed in his other two forms. Three tails...ridiculous!
It had fascinated him though, asked permission to touch them, which the fox had warily given. Couldn't help it, had give them a quick braid! The fox had turned suddenly and the big man had smiled holding up the end to show his handiwork.
"Look at that! Pretty as a bacon sandwich and a pint after a hard day o'work! If we could color them red, white and blue you'd look down right patriotic!"
The fox fellow had flicked his tails away from the big man and had appeared to want to do something nasty when he took a closer look at his adversary. Whatever he seemed to see, it seemed to surprise him and make the fox grin.
"I am not sure what you mean by patriotic...or the red, white, and blue colors being so...but I would recommend not saying that to another kitsune who did not already have those colors in their fur." He said in a silky voice.