The Life of Koru, Chapter 64
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"Yer ass is fuckin' cursed!" Gryf said.
"Umm..." Mulo said. "Do ye really think so, Gryf?"
"Yeah, boy! Yer ass is as cursed as the lair of Chupacabra. I'm never touching it again!"
Mulo had mixed emotions. On the one hand, it was nice to hear that Gryf will not rape him again. On the other hand, it felt so awkward to know that his posterior was now the cursed harbinger of doom, with tales of numerous misfortunes and eerie apparitions haunting those who dared to venture near it. He just wanted to have a regular ass.
"Suh, how can I'se undo the spell, suh?" Mulo asked the Old `Un.
"Ye anger them genies with such requests, ye dumb boy! Ye should be happy with what they gave ye!"
Mulo sat on a stone and started crying. He didn't want to cause anguish and despair with his curvaceous ass. He missed the days when his ass only inspired fun and celebration.
"I see that you are crying, slave boy! You didn't like the fulfillment of your wish?"
Mulo's eyes were wide with a amazement as he looked up and saw an ethereal entity.
"Genie!" he said.
"Yes, boy, that's what I am! I am a genie and you are a koru slave. We are pretty different, I should say!"
"Suh genie, can ye uncurse muh ass?"
"Of course I can! I can do anything! But why should I do it? What do you offer in exchange?"
Mulo thought about it a little and realized that he had nothing to offer. He was a naked dirt poor slave and even his body was the property of his Massa.
"I have a suggestion!" the genie said. "Deep under this mine, there is a magic lamp. Genies are afraid to retrieve it, because it is guarded by lava giants! Get that magic lamp and your ass will be free of the curse!"
It sounded like a fun quest.
Mulo wanted to complete it as soon as possible. However, when he was about to go, he heard Gryf's voice:
"Ye're not going alone, boy! Friends are meant to go on quests together!"
Mulo smiled. With Gryf's help, he felt more confident in this new adventure.
Sir Ishmael had a very unpleasant surprise when he returned to Colombia to see how Pupistan was evolving. The once promising republic for freed koru had devolved into a full-fledged tyranny under the rule of King Fatso.
King Fatso was an overweight koru. He had achieved his leadership role by defeating many contenders in mud wrestling, his signature move being to fart in his opponent's face. As soon as he became the king of Pupistan, he moved into one of the abandoned palaces that once belonged to Sir Grandio.
King Fatso lacked the refinement of the former Black residents. He just wiped his dirty feet with the expensive carpets and he threw the garbage out from the balcony. He liked the palace because it brought coziness and status.
He had servants that had to fan him all day long and bring grapes and watermelon, venison and wine, bread and cake. This is why he was so fucking fat! At his almost 200 kg, nobody dared to challenge his authority anymore, because like a sumo wrestler, he was superior in battle.
King Fatso was a prick. He imposed heavy taxes on his subjects, who had to bring all sort of gifts on top of these taxes to quench his greed.
From every three eggs a hen would make, Fatso took two. From all the vegetables a koru produced, Fatso took 50%.
King Fatso paid some special police guards to patrol Pupistan and beat any koru who dared to speak ill of him or even call him fat. Such transgressors where mercilessly whipped and their crops were confiscated.
In addition to that, Fatso had a great sexual appetite and liked to fuck the wives of hard-working koru right in front of their eyes, to humiliate them and show his superiority. He would sometimes fuck the husbands too.
With such an awful leader, it was no wonder that Pupistan was mired in despair and corruption.
Its economy based on glass beads instead of money reflected this reality. The society was divided into tops and bottoms.
Bottom koru started to be pimped by the top koru for their enrichment. They were offered for prices way lower than the prostitute wummses and therefore they became very popular. And so the strong tops grew richer with many beads at their necks. They became loan sharks for those who wanted to borrow, and the interest was so large that the borrowers always ended up being beaten, because they had no way of paying back.
The gap between bottom dogs and top dogs widened. Bottom dogs were impoverished and starving. Top dogs thrived.
The prices of the bottoms also plummeted. Basically they had to offer their asses ten times to get a single bead. They begged for beads but they were humiliated and rejected. And at the end of the month they got whipped for being unable to pay the taxes.
"This is not the Pupistan I was dreaming of!" Sir Ishmael thought.
These were the words that he repeated to himself as he headed to the palace of King Fatso. The king's one hundred twenty-seven wives were in the garden picking flowers when Sir Ishmael arrived and were very surprised to see him. Sir Ishmael pitied them greatly. These wummses were very obedient to King Fatso and lived in this constant hell of codependency.
In the palace room, Sir Ishmael saw the fat prick on the throne bossing around a young koru worker who had brought his tax payment of glass beads and his gifts -- a goat and a basket of eggs.
"Where is yer wumma, boy? I'se need to fuck yer wumma!"
"Suh, I'se couldn't bring her, suh! She sick!"
"LIAR! Ye should be farted in the face for yer insolence!"
"Not so fast, you jerk!" Sir Ishmael said. "First you need to offer some explanations!"
"Ma-ma-massa?" King Fatso mumbled, suddenly losing his arrogant tone.
"Take off your crown, jerk! Why do you humiliate your subjects?"
"Massa... I'se just... I'se don't... suh!"
King Fatso descended from his throne and made timid steps towards Sir Ishmael wanting to take a bow, but he stumbled and fell on his enormous belly.
"Take him!" Sir Ishmael ordered the koru guards.
As soon as King Fatso was forced to leave the palace, he heard a crowd of koru screaming in the courtyard:
"Down, down, down ye go!"
"Ye will no longer cuck me with muh wife, fat ass!"
"This is what ye get for being a skunk!"
These demonstrators were very unruly. They showed the most obscene gestures, pointing towards their erect cocks and their asses, and they threw pieces of dung towards the deposed king.
"Citizens of Pupistan, please be civilized!" Sir Ishmael ordered.
He wanted King Fatso to be judged fairly and then sent to jail.
"Suh Massa!" one of the koru addressed Sir Ishmael. "Look at what he did to muh back for callin' him a fat ass!"
He showed a back striped with long deep scars, so many scars that they formed an intricate criss-cross pattern.
"And good thing I'se did, ye dumbass!" the king replied. "I'se not fat, only big-boned!"
"Silence, all of you!" Sir Ishmael said. "We will settle this conflict in court!"