i'm your venus, i'm your fire (magica x scrooge)

[lifesa_witch]

 Immortality tended to get boring. Whether she was booted out of the divine halls or voluntarily left depended on who you asked. As far as Magica De Spell was concerned, the mortals deserved to be in her presence every so often to entertain her. She flitted from village to village, trying to find someone worthy of her time, but alas, her standards were very high.

Then she learned to hear the whispers, the rumors, about a clan that rose from the depths of defeat and refused to stay down. The next head was a strong, determined lad who worked to the bone every day to bring glory to the family name. Curious about such a man, Magica walked along the dirt and the stones to where the man supposedly traveled for his wares. For now, she disguised her presence, allowing herself to be ignored by all living things so she could observe without being seen.

After all, when it came down to it, she wasn't going to hit it if this McDuck wasn't a looker.

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[lifesa_witch]

Magica rolled her eyes. To think that her future pleasure was in the hands - hoofs - of a nervous horse. What had her life become?

But she made the zipped lips gesture, crossing her arms. At least she wouldn't frighten any animals with her yelling at least.

[richestduck]

He sighed and nodded towards a wheelbarrow. "You manage the wheelbarrow while I do the mucking. Once it's full, take it outside and empty it in the manure pile."

[lifesa_witch]

Magica opened her eyes to snark... and then, clearly forcefully, shut it. Backtalk wasn't going to make her day go faster. She inhaled deeply, rolling her shoulders as she headed for the wheelbarrow.

[richestduck]

Magica was going to learn the hard way what "mucking out the stalls" meant.

Scrooge led the horses one-by-one out to the pasture. Then he came back with a pitchfork, entered the first stall, and pomptly began scooping up foul-smelling hay to dump into the wheelbarrow. It wouldn't take long for Magica to figure out why it smelled so bad.

[lifesa_witch]

If she wasn't immortal, Magica would think she'd die if any other deity found out what she was doing. At this point, it was becoming more about spite than actual pleasure. How dare some mortal think she couldn't handle work! Now it didn't matter if he'd be bad in bed, it was more important to prove him wrong.

It was obvious all the times she wanted to shout and curse and give up, but every time she came close - and there were several times - she bit down hard on her lower lip, grinding her beak. To her credit, she did as she was told, although it wasn't exactly a difficult job to do. She moved the wheelbarrow and dumped it where instructed, huffing all the while.

[richestduck]

Once the job was finished, Scrooge nodded towards the house. "I'll be in in a moment. Go ahead and get cleaned up. Once I'm washed up, we're going to market."

He actually had a bit of a smile going. He was pleased at the work they'd done.

[lifesa_witch]

"You're welcome." She hissed, finally letting out a bit of steam before she marched towards the baths. She could clean herself with a whim, but she wanted alone time to shout to the heavens.

[richestduck]

Ah, Scrooge was going to miss the extra set of hands once Magica threw in the towel. However, he'd live with the loss. It'd be better than having a sour goddess lurking around.

He went into the castle not long after Magica, getting cleaned up swiftly. He still had that lingering scent of musk that came from a hard day's labor, but at least he wasn't offensively smelly.

When Magica came out, she'd find him astride a rather impressive gelding without a saddle, the leads for Autumn Sunshine and another gelding in the hand not gripping the reigns of his own horse. Behind him was a saddle pad.

"If we're lucky, we'll be walking back, but might as well ride out."

[lifesa_witch]

"Am I allowed to talk now, or am I still in danger of spooking your precious animals?" Magica grumbled, detesting how much power they had over her, a goddess!

"And let me guess. I'm expected to saddle up myself." At least she was getting the hang of things, more or less.

[richestduck]

He rolled his eyes, adjusting his grip on the other two sets of reigns so all three sets were in one hand. He then reached down with his now-free hand.

"Here. I'll pull you up." He rolled his eyes again. "And, yes, you can talk. Just stay calm. No need to cause a panic."

[lifesa_witch]

"I can't promise there won't be a panic over my beauty. I can hardly control the whims of men who gaze upon my visage."

She grabbed his hand, and seated herself comfortably behind him - and making sure to squeeze herself up to him as much as possible.

[richestduck]

As annoying as it was, she had a valid excuse this time. And she'd likely gotten a taste of how strong he was when he'd helped get her onto the saddle pad.

He clicked his tongue and gave a tap to the horse's sides with his heels. The three horses began walking towards town, content with Scrooge guiding them.

[lifesa_witch]

This was calming her down much more than biting her tongue did. She rested her head on his shoulder, occasionally running a hand down and down his chest. Mmm, yes, a lovely reminder of why she was there in the first place.

At the market, a few familiar faces to Scrooge did double-takes seeing the young lady with him - or rather, how the young lady was all over him. As far as they'd known him, he'd always been a committed bachelor.

[richestduck]

Scrooge was doing his best to ignore the attention, trying to pretend Magica wasn't there. However, he'd periodically shiver and his cheeks were a bit pink.

"All right. I'll help you down." He held out his hand to her, intending to lower her down.

[lifesa_witch]

"I'm starting to hope we sell all but one of these magnificent beasts." Because now that they'd helped her, she liked them. She grinned at him, allowing herself down.

[richestduck]

"Oh now they're 'magnificent'," he grumbled. Once she was on the ground, he slid off and tied all three sets of reigns to a post. "And we want them all to sell."

[lifesa_witch]

"But if we walk back, I can't enjoy another comfortable ride with you." Pause. "Well, I could, but it'd make walking rather difficult."

[richestduck]

"Keep your mind on task: Selling these horses," Scrooge grumbled. Gods, why was he stuck with a horny goddess?

[lifesa_witch]

"That could take all day. What are we supposed to do until then?" She wasn't sure how this really worked, nor did she care.

[richestduck]

"We talk to potential customers and wait. If we're still out here at noon, Hortense will bring us lunch."

A light day, really.

[lifesa_witch]

Boooring.

She leaned on him, arms around him like his purpose was to hold her up. "Fine, fine, if we must..."

[richestduck]

"What do you think I am? A walking stick?" he huffed in annoyance.

[lifesa_witch]

"If I have nothing to do all day, then I'm going to enjoy the reason I'm here." Once again, head on his shoulder, grope grope grope.

It was really having the opposite effect on potential customers, as no one wanted to be near... whatever this was.

[richestduck]

"You're driving off customers! And stop groping me!"

He wanted to shove her off, but he didn't want to risk making the goddess even more annoyed.

Someone, please interrupt this!

[lifesa_witch]

No mortal would dare interrupt this snuggle-fest, and Magica knew it, cackling quietly. "You know, if if you just relaxed, you'd really like it... after all, you're being caressed by the one and only-"

"Magica De Spell?"

Magica froze. No. No way in hell or heaven. Had she summoned him by saying his name?!

Walking up to the unhappy couple was a young man with fluffy brown hair, small glasses, and plenty of scrolls under his arms. "My my my! Hail heartily, my good friend!"