Sack’Em Sorcerer: Snakes And Rain

Rain lashed the streets of Seattle in a gray curtain that blurs the city’s edges and soaks gloomy *Yuuma Nanikihi* to the bone.

*Being a Sorcerer sucks…*

Her red-tipped wolfcut clung to her face, dripping water down her pale neck as she trudged through the downpour, her baggy red jacket heavy with moisture. Her stained red Converses squelched with every step, and her black jeans stuck uncomfortably to her wide ass and long legs.

At only eighteen, she was cold, tired, and questioning why she’d agreed to go on this mission…

The Synod, the worlds *shadowy council of Hexx overseers,* had summoned her—*her of all people!* A sidekick paladin still learning to harness her volatile, *and almost bottomless,* Hexx energy.

She shivered, not just from the chill but from the weight of their expectations.

She’s a *rarity.*

A Paladin sorcerer in leagues with a Mage not only In reserves but instinctual Hexx manipulation is a feat not many get to gloat about. Not that Yuuma ever gloats…she’s a pouter and even though she’s seen as a miserable wreck, it doesn’t hide the *savage beast* bubbling beneath her worrisome heart.

Pair *all that* with the Nanikihi clan’s infamous Hexxed Katana, containing an astral guardian, quickly *everyone of importance* knew who Yuuma was.

Painting an even bigger red target on her back. Just for existing.

*They’re scared of me…even when I just want to do some good.*

Beside her strode Dana, a young but older sorcerer from the Synod’s enforcer unit. They call her the Iron Crusher because she’s a force of nature. At only twenty years old, her dark skin glistens with rain and her Afro defies the wet winds with a defiant bounce. Her brown eyes glinted with a predator’s focus and her gray and black Jordans splashing through puddles without a care.

A black bubble vest hugged her frame, covering her heavy boobs that pushed her *heavier* Hexx aura forward—rolling off her like a storm cloud.

To Yuuma, who felt like a drenched puppy in comparison with her flatter chest and nervous pout, Dana was a hurricane—Brooklyn-born, tough as nails, with a brash confidence that reminded Yuuma of a street fighter who thrived on the hunt.

“Yo, keep up, string bean,” Dana said, her voice carrying over the rain’s drumbeat. She grinned, all teeth and swagger, like she was born for this.

“Synod says we got a rogue Hexxer to bag. Ain’t no time for you to be mopin’ like a wet cat.”

Yuuma’s gray eyes flicked to her, half-lidded but sharp. “I’m not moping,” she muttered, her katana’s sheath bumping against her hip. “Just… cold.”

Her Hexx aura flickered faintly, a purple-pink glow that struggled against the damp. She wasn’t used to missions this big yet—chasing a rogue Hexxer who’d used his *Summon* to destroy his ex-wife’s house and killed her in the process. When Hexxers went rogue, targeting the Hexxless—mortals without powers—the Synod sent enforcers like Dana to clean up the mess.

*Take what we can use and leave the rest behind. It’s what we have to do.*

Yuuma was just tagging along, here to learn. Or so she told herself…

Dana pulled a crumpled piece of paper from her vest, squinting at it through the rain.

“Hotel’s up ahead. Our guy’s holed up there. His name is Josiah. Once we spot him we’ll corner him so he has nowhere to go but just in case….”

Lifting two fingers towards her full lips she *chants* a shimmering Hexx viel that makes their presence harder to recall after a Hexxless looks away after spotting them.

Like a mirage in a boiling desert.

**Only handpicked sorcerers are legally allowed to alter a Hexxless person’s mind like this.**

“Okay, Let’s move.” She shoved the paper back, her aura spiking with anticipation.

“He's really hiding in a fancy place like this? It’s not under radar at all…” Yuuma shifts her jackets collar, not wanting to drag water into a nice looking place.

“Who cares? I love huntin’ cowards. They can run but this dude thinks he can hide after what he did? Nah…he’s gettin’ his balls crushed today.”

Yuuma gulped and nodded, her soul sense straining to pick up any Hexx signatures. Her aura senses were shaky, still developing, but she trusted Dana’s instincts.

When they reached the hotel, a mid-tier high-rise with a glass facade reflecting Seattle’s gray sky, the lobby was sparse—a few guests milling about, a young receptionist chewing gum and tapping at a desk.

Yuuma’s senses scanned the room, but no Hexx energy stood out.

*Maybe I’m missing something?* she thought, doubt creeping in. *He could be masking his presence too. Ugh, I’m still learning...*

Dana nudged Yuuma, tilting her head toward a suspicious man waiting by the elevator. Short blonde hair, round glasses, a baseball cap pulled low, and a long black coat that screamed *trying too hard to blend in*.

He glanced around nervously, his fingers twitching.

*That’s him.* Yuuma’s soul sense caught a faint flicker of his hidden signature—red and black, like smoldering coals. It was subtle, masked, but there.

“Got him,” Dana whispered, her grin sharpening. “You take the stairs, cut off his exit. I’ll ride up with him. Dude’s gonna wish he wasn’t born a man...”

Yuuma shivered, knowing Dana’s track record of confiscated cursed testicles is disturbingly high and will only keep going up if they do everything right today.

“I’ll see you up there then,” Yumms whispers before slipping towards the stairwell.

A bellboy with long black hair noticed her katana, his mouth opening to protest, but she fixed him with a wide-eyed stare, her hot pink Hexx aura flaring just enough to summon *Kiyo’s presence*—a faint, purple-pink samurai shadow that loomed behind her.

The man’s eyes widened and he froze, a chill running through his saggy testicles quivering between his legs, and then he backed off.

Yuuma smirked, her nerves settling as she sprinted up the stairs, her sneakers pounding the steps. *Dana’s got this but I need to be ready. Just in case…*

In the lobby, Dana sauntered toward the elevator, her Jordans squeaking on the polished floor and making her boobs bounce. She wants this murderer *bad.*

*Ghouls have been crawling out their holes all week. Those things don’t scream like a real maggot does when it’s under my foot. Yeah, maybe that’s how I’ll pop them this time. A perfect ball stomp.*

Thinking of a ballbusting plan that would ruin any man unfortunate enough to experience it, Dana watches the rogue Hexxer slip inside and at the last second she slides her foot into the closing doors.

Flashing an innocent smile, “Whoops, my bad,” she said, stepping in. The doors shut, trapping them in the slow ascent to the 17th floor.

Josiah stiffened, his glasses glinting under the elevator’s light. Dana leaned against the wall, her brown eyes locked on him.

He wasn’t bad looking. Nerdy, older—maybe early 30’s with a decent build. She can tell he works out a little but it doesn’t matter. She knows he’ll scream the moment she traps his precious nuts in her merciless heel.

“Hey…I know who you are, scumbag” she said, her voice low and dangerous. “And I know what you did. Burnin’ down your ex’s house? With her in it? Real classy...”

His eyes widened, panic flashing across his face. “W-What? I-I don’t know w-what you’re t-talking about—”

“Save it,” Dana cut him off, her fist clenching. Her Hexx technique flared, coating her hand in a shimmering layered liquid of *Obsidian Steel,* an ability that turns her flesh harder than titanium.

“Under Hexx law, usin’ your powers on a Hexxless means you lose ‘em. And lucky you, I’m the gal for the job.” He realizes what’s about to happen as she reaches into her pocket for *Koi—a ball eating ghoul tool.*

“My grip’s strong enough to crush your *worthless walnuts* to dust.”

The Hexxers' spiked panic turned to desperation. His right fist swung, coiled in infernal red and black Hexx energy, aiming for Dana’s face. She caught it effortlessly, her Steel hand clamping around his wrist like a vice.

“Let go! Or I-I’ll kill you too!”

“Oh yeah? Give me your best shot then!”

The elevator dinged, doors opening to the 17th floor, and chaos erupted.

“Snook, now!” He yells, his eyes flashing red as a *massive white and black Snake,* it’s scales shimmering with the same red-black Hexx energy, burst from the man’s shadow in the hallway.

It coiled around Josiah’s waist, hisses and flings acid at Dana’s head but she dodges just in time. Only to watch as their mark slithers down the corridor at breakneck speed, trying to flee. Josiah’s glasses slip and his cap fly off as he clings to his summon, its serpentine body smashing through a fire exit sign.

“Shit!” Dana growled and chased after the massive summon, pissed she didn’t crush his balls when his legs were wide open. “Get back here!”

But Yuuma was ready. She rounded the corner, her katana drawn, its blade glowing with purple-pink Hexx energy. Her gray eyes locked onto the snake, her soul sense tracking its corrupted aura like a flowing river.

“I got him!” Her blade slashed, aiming for the snake’s tail, but the serpent was faster, weaving around her swing and slapping her against the ground before it slithers along the walls and through the hallway, heading straight for a window!

“Suck it bitches!” Josiah flipped them off as he fled.

Dana sprinted after the massive summon, her stomps heavy while her body gets covered in more of her black armor with a grin splitting her face.

“Oh, you’re runnin’? Good! I love a chase!”

Yuuma’s Hexx surged as well, her speed boosted as she charged ahead, alongside Dana. The rogue Hexxer was hers to prove herself against, and she wasn’t letting him escape.

*CRAAHSH!*

The snake leaped was swift, shattering the glass with a deafening roar, sending shards flying in every direction. The cold, wet wind of the storm outside rushed into the hallway, plucking at the sorcerer’s clothes and stinging their faces but they kept running.

“Don’t stop Kid!” Dana laughs and leaps into a dive.

“I hate when we do THISSSSS!”

Yuuma's instincts flared and Dana whoops into the roaring sky as both women jump into the open air! Both of their eyes narrowed into slits as the storm raged around them with deadly shards of glass joining the rain.

The city sprawled below, a maze of wet concrete and steel, as they plummeted towards Josiah and his massive serpent. Yuuma’s messy hair whipped wildly as she controlled her breathing and decided to start pulling her weight.

“Kiyo, rise!” Yuuma shouts, her voice nearly lost in the wind. Her Samurai Guardian materializes partially, its translucent pink form shimmering around them. Rising at Eight feet tall with dragon-etched armor. Kiyo’s massive hand sweeps upward, deflecting falling glass shards with a burst of purple-pink Hexx energy, protecting the two falling sorcerers.

*The red one has a Summon as well?! I have to take her out first then!* Barely able to hear his own thoughts over his beating heart, Josiah places his hand on his Snake Summon and channels more Hexx energy towards it’s head.

*He’s planning something.* Dana furrows her eyebrows and looks towards Yuuma’s Samurai.

“Throw me!”

Kiyo’s other large hand shoots out and grabs Dana’s slim waist as the Serpent Summon below bares its fangs and locks onto them.

The snake’s jaws snapped open, firing a spray of corrosive acid. Yuuma, acting on blind instincts, thrust out her left hand to shield her face. The acid hits, searing through her jacket’s sleeve and burning her hand raw, the flesh open and blistered.

“Ugh!” Pain lanced through her bones, a sharp gasp escaping her lips, but she gritted her teeth.

*Damnit! Don’t be reckless. Focus.*

“Kiyo, throw!” Yuuma yelled, her voice raw with determination. Kiyo’s massive hand tightened around Dana before *Hurling* her like a bullet toward Josiah, who’s getting closer to the ground.

Dana’s Obsidian Steel fist showcased her wild grin as she collided with the rogue Hexxer, the impact sending them spiraling away from the snake in a chaotic tumble.

“NOOAHHHHH!!!” Yanked away from his only means of escape Josiah‘s world crumbles as a *Metallic Knee* smashes between his legs the moment his back lands on a nearby building’s rooftop.

*CRUSH!*

*Oh, he’s got big nuts. Even better!* Dana grins as she notices Josiah’s meaty cock and balls having Hexx aura surrounding it like a protective cup. Too bad it’s not stronger than her own raw technique’s strength.

*WHUAAM!* The force of their clash echoed like thunder, Josiah’s red-and-black aura flaring like an inferno as he gasps and struggles against Dana’s iron grip.

**Hexx Energy Manipulation is a bare minimum skill required for a Hexx user to be considered a Sorcerer. What separates a Mage from a Paladin is often the gap between magical abilities and physicality. However what separates Yuuma from most Paladins is that she has a grasp on an advanced skill even most Mages struggle with…**

Yuuma’s wide eyes locked onto her burned hand as her mind began to clear. Flexing the damaged hand, steam began rising as she triggered *Reverse Hexx Technique.* Her purple-pink aura surged, doubling against itself to stitch her mangled flesh together in seconds.

The pain dulled, her skin now sealed, though the effort drained her reserves, her aura dimms slightly and she worries about Dana.

*That acid burnt right through my reinforced aura. If he can pull that move outside of his own Summon I can’t let Dana get hit by it…so there’s no time to waste.*

She gripped her katana with both hands, the blade humming and she glanced at Kiyo. “Boost!” she commanded.

Kiyo’s pink armored arms enveloped beneath her, and with a mighty volleyball swing, she launched Yuuma through the air like a rocket towards the snake. Her eyes never left her target as she arced downward, the wind tearing at her eyes.

*SLASH!*

Yuuma’s clan’s infamous blade sunk deep into the Summon’s soft neck and with a deafening sound, the summoner's purple ooze sprayed like a burst pipe as Yumma sears through the beast like it was butter. The serpent’s eyes went wide, and it convulsed before losing its shape and beginning to evaporate.

*BOOM!*

A few buildings over, Dana stomped down, aiming to pin Josiah’s nutsack, just like she planned earlier but the sly bastard was fast, dodging her with a twist that sent him rolling away.

“Hold still!” Another heavy stomp, metal covering her sneakers.

*BOOM!* Another close call as Josiah leaps off his palms and heels while flexing his nutsack upwards. Saving them from becoming a sack of liquid.

“It’ll put you out like a light, I promise. I’ll pop them both in ONE STOMP!”

But as Dana reared her leg again, ready to crush his nuts into oblivion, she noticed his mouth widening, revealing fangs coated in a glossy, bubbling substance that smelled faintly like burnt rubber.

*Shit. He’s not just a summoner. He’s got a Mutate Hexx as well.*

“Hawktu!” Aiming below her slow guard the acid slams into her chest and begins to eat away at her Hexx armor and the clothes beneath.

“Ah! Fuck!”

Dana’s shirt sizzled and burned away from the acid, leaving her generous brown nipples bared to the cold rain, the dark skin tightening into goosebumps.

“You perv!” She spat, pain mixing with anger. But she’d felt worse. Much worse.

Josiah’s grin grew wider, his fangs glistening with the rain. “You’re a big tit cow with a s-shallow technique. You n-not going to win by just w-wailing on me.”

He tries to hide his wincing but the truth was her earlier knee almost scrambled his, although still huge, smaller left testicle. That one took the most brunt before he reinforced his Hexx towards it last second.

But that’s not going to stop him from fighting back. He grins, despite the pain, and with a quick jab he hits her right in her hanging tits. Her Hexx armor cracks and sizzles around the exposed area and she yelps, the acid still burning through it like it was made of paper.

“Ow!” Sensitive to the cold rain and Josiah’s snake fast flicks and jabs, each counter punch he threw landed flush on her swelling areolas. “Quit it bastard!”

“Make me!” It felt like old times. When he’d get into fights with his wife. *The perfect woman.*

*No one ever took my side. Believed that I was the one hurting…* He thinks about the horrible nut smashing nightmares that came to life through his ex wife’s Hexx Technique. Back when he was powerless she had her own Summon that would clamp down on his hanging nuts whenever she wanted to win a fight.

Whenever she wanted to control him. She took everything and left him with nothing but hatred.

“I wasn’t going to let her take away what makes me a man!” He shouts and feels his senses heighten as he goes for a boob smashing hook when something grabs the back of his coat tightly and stops him.

“Sorry. But that’s not your choice anymore…you’re not walking away from this with your testicles intact.”

“Huh—?!”

Eyes widening there’s no escape as a nauseating *cruuuuunch* echoes between the poor man’s legs as Yuuma’s thin but *powerful knee* attempts to pulverize the source of his strength.

Right into his throat!

“UAHHH MY BALLS!” Screaming he’s quickly interrupted by a metallic fist slamming his chin upwards.

“Shut up crybaby!” Metal now covering her swinging boobs and making them shine, Dana slams another punch to his exposed stomach to fold him at the waist.

“Ohhh n-n-no! Please!”

Crouching low while still holding onto his coat, Yuuma yanks Josiah back into a twisted standing stance, just as her free hand comes up underneath, hurling between his legs for a Ball Shattering uppercut that smooshes the once proud man eggs into his pelvis.

*WHAP-CRUNCH!!!*

It lifts him off his feet and Yuuma lets go, rolling to the side as Dana leaps up, blasting the black metal around her sneakers for a burst of power to be above the poor idiot cursed to be broken by these two hot sorcerers.

*I just wanted revenge. She turned me into a fucking snake. I don’t deserve this!* He wanted to scream the words out but all he could focus on as he fell were his cum stuffed orbs.

They didn’t feel right. But maybe…

“Say goodbye to your fuckin’ NUTS SNAKE MAN!”

With a cackling laugh, Dana slammed both her gray Hexx-covered heels into his dangling sack and right into the rooftop with the fury of a raging bull elephant.

It was over. Both women heard a satisfying double pop and the concrete beneath them cracked, buckled, and erupted into a deep crater that swallowed up the rogue Hexxer's legs, tearing his pants and leaving his soft half decent cock out and a red tomato sack exposed and trembling in terror.

"Ha! Looks like someone’s not a *real man* anymore." she quipped, her teeth gleaming in the rain like polished chrome.

The rogue's eyes rolled back into his head, his mouth hanging open like a trapdoor in a silent scream, drool slipping out as the agony of his ruined manhood washed over him.

Yuuma, now standing beside Dana, couldn't help but wince in some strange sense of sympathy.

*I had to go for his balls. Strike the sensitive spots and all sorcery becomes more difficult to grasp. Every Paladin is taught this.*

She knew pain all too well—but she was gifted in being able to reverse lethal damage. Things most people couldn’t recover from. She’d had the luxury of learning with the Synod’s approval but most importantly, she was born a woman.

*We don’t have such delicate weaknesses hanging out like that. So easy to exploit and crush…I’m so happy I don’t have balls.* Yuuma thinks as she watches Dana pull out her pocket ghoul tool and goes to reach for Josiah’s cursed balls.

“Hey Yuuma,” Dana’s voice was a mix of arousal, pain and excited satisfaction. “Gotta confirm the bust. Come smile.”

She pulled out a sleek smartphone, holding it up with a gloating grin. Rain beaded on the screen, distorting the reflection of the two of them standing over the defeated rogue Hexxer.

“What? I don’t know, I’m not good with photos…” Yuuma shrunk.

“Come on, you gotta smile for the camera, kid. It’s your first collar, ain’t it?”

Yuuma swallowed hard, her heart racing as she watched Dana get ready to snap a pic. She knew this was a moment she’d never forget—her first successful mission with the Synod’s enforcers. And yet, the sight of the crumpled man at their feet, his eyes glazed with agony, was a stark reminder of the brutal world of Hexx.

Forcing a grin, she made a peace sign with her left hand, her right leaning on the hilt of her katana.

“Crushed nutssss.” Dana laughs as The phone’s camera beeped, capturing the image.

“Huh. Maybe being a sorcerer isn’t that bad…”