#OH NO AND THE LITTLE HORN PROTRUSIONS... they go up high

[the-cooler-king]

Thinking of being a fucking monster to myself and getting my thigh touched up the same day I finish up my upper arm sleeve on the opposite side of my body

[dark9896]

Day 19 [Steven/ Lucky/ Femt]

Prompt: "This wasn't supposed to happen"

Steven

Mere moments after his attempt to impress you by pouring a little wine from the bottle, right into a hot skillet, Steven realized his mistake. The flame caught his sleeve, but he managed to keep it off the bottle. You did the only thing you could think of and just threw the glass of cold tea on Steven.

At the very least, the fire went out...

Steven stood there sopping wet and embarrassed. Once the shock wore off, you began giggling at the situation. Making Steven blush and turn away a little.

"I-I-I'm sorry." You finally gasped out, holding a hand in front of you, "I... it just..."

You succumbed to loud chuckling, Steven joining in. He had to admit, it was pretty funny for him to mess up this badly, even if it was his own fault for trying something so dangerous in the first place.

"That wasn't supposed to happen though." Steven still tried defending his actions, "That usually works without the fire going up the stream."

Between his pouty face and slightly red blush, ypu couldn't help but delve into pure laughter. Until...

SNORT

You finally stopped, both hands covering your nose and mouth... and a little blush that flew in out of nowhere. Both of you just stopped, before Steven smirked. Maybe he hadn't ruined the night after all.

.

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Lucky

Things like this don't just happen. No, this had been a carefully planned, carefully calculated attack against his partner. Lucky felt absolutely helpless saying what you'd become. Even if you were able to keep that part of yourself under control, there wasn't anything anyone could do to reverse the process.

Not even a little.

You didn't need sleep, not really. But it felt nice to lay next to Blitz. Knowing he still trusted you to be this vulnerable around what he knew to be a monster of sorts. He never called you one directly. In fact, He tended to clam up, becoming extremely cagey whenever his work involved other blood breeds.

"Zzz... no..." Lucky had developed a habit of sleep-talking, or maybe you just noticed because you were able to stay up all night, "Not... shouldn't... not right..."

You tried to calm Blitz down, gently stroking the side of his face. Unsure if you were even good at this anymore, given how cold your hands were now. A soft whisper into an otherwise empty room...

"I know this wasn't supposed to happen... but it'll be okay..."

Femt

One too many beakers in his arms and a poorly placed cord meant Femt was bound to trip eventually. Except this time, you were caught in the crosshairs. Several different types of liquids in various states of solidity had splashed across your arms, neck, and chest.

Both of you looked at one another, clear panic and fear before you collapsed. Writhing in pain and shrieking your head off. Femt unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of your body contorting in spectacular fashion.

He didn't know what to do. The experimental goops had already been absorbed into your body, there was a high likelihood that this couldn't be reversed at all.

Then you went still.

The fear that this had killed you crashed in around Femt's ears. He scrambled to your side and started checking your vitals. His hands slid over new protrusions ranging from thick horns to softer lumps that would surely contain new organs... or repeats.

Heartbeat? Good. Breathing? Steady. Body temperature? Definitely higher than normal, but this could be the new normal for you.

Or it could mean you would die of heatstroke.

Femt couldn't do anything except hope you'd be okay... and mutter to himself.

"Oh Dearie, I'm so sorry." He tried to control his panic and tears, "This was never supposed to happen."

[moonbeambucky]

It's the Great Pumpkin, Lance Tucker

Pairing: Lance Tucker x Reader Word Count: 1078 Warnings: fluff

Summary: There are no tricks, just treats this year as the Tucker’s celebrate Theo’s first Halloween.

A/N: Thank you to my pizza love @all1e23​​​ for beta reading 🍕❤️

Time moves in the blink of an eye. Today you and Lance were celebrating Ariel’s third birthday when it seemed like just yesterday she was born. And Theodore? He’s ten months old today but when you open your eyes he’ll be graduating high school, or at least that’s how it felt.

Theo was smiling in your mother’s arms, proudly showing off all four of his teeth. The two on the top had come in last month and though his smile evened out it was hard getting used to. You and Lance were so excited when his first two teeth came in, two tiny white protrusions that stuck out from the bottom in the center of his gums. From that day on Theo got his nickname, Pumpkin and every morning he would greet you with a big pumpkin grin that stretched your own smile out from ear to ear.

With Theo in your arms now you posed for pictures with Lance and Ariel beside her sparkling unicorn cake. “Happy Birthday” was sung, she blew out her candles and Lance began to slice away at the beautifully decorated cake.

You sat down with Theo, whose eyes grew in size as Lance set out a slice in front of you.

“D’you want some cake, my little Pumpkin?” you asked Theo, pressing a kiss to his chubby little cheek as he eagerly opened his mouth.

You asked Lance to grab one of Theo’s spoons but he was a little preoccupied, sharing a bite with Ariel and letting her plop some purple frosting on the tip of his nose. Before you could get up your father had heard your request, grabbing the silicone spoon from the drawer so you could safely let Theo take a bite.

He opened his mouth eagerly awaiting the spoon and the moment the sugary frosting touched his tongue Theo smiled, giggling as he squirmed in your lap wanting more. A few more tiny bites was all you allowed him for now wanting to save the real fun for his first birthday party where Theo can dive right into a cake of his own.

Ariel got a few unicorn themed presents this year as you told friends and family it was currently her thing so it came as no surprise with Halloween approaching that she wanted to go as one.

Her costume was mostly homemade since the only costume you actually found was a thick fleece onesie that was way too hot for Florida. It may be the end of October but the weather was far from the many Halloween’s you’ve spent in New York. With some simple clothes, colorful felt and a lot of hot glue you made her an easy unicorn costume that really popped when she wore her rainbow tutu. A golden horn headband with a glittery mane was the final touch on Ariel’s costume.

“Y/N, you guys ready?” Lance asked from downstairs as he helped Ariel put on her favorite sneakers, the one with iridescent sequins that especially matched her outfit today.

Calling out from Theo’s room you said you would be down in a second as a last minute diaper change had delayed you.

“Look at how cute you are,” you cooed, giving Theo a big kiss as you held him in your arms.

Turning his head towards the stairs Lance heard you coming and his eyes lit up as big as his smile when he saw Theo’s costume. Over a green shirt and pants Theo wore an orange pumpkin romper with a happy grin that mirrored his own semi-toothless one.

“Thee-door’s a pumpkin!” Ariel pointed, jumping in place.

Lance’s jaw dropped open with a smile. He walked closer to meet you and Theo at the bottom of the stairs, marveling at his Pumpkin’s pumpkin costume, with a matching hat that had a small stem and vine coming out from the very top.

“He’s too cute,” Lance said to you, pecking your lips with a sweet kiss before he turned his attention to Theo. “Isn’t that right? You’re such a cute little pumpkin,” he said, tickling Theo and making him giggle.

Before you could go trick or treating you absolutely needed to take pictures of the kids, internally squealing at how cute they looked, not only in costume but together, with Ariel’s arm around Theo as they sat on the couch.

By the time you were done Ariel was even more anxious to get moving and she grabbed her pink pumpkin pail, bouncing on her heels as she waited by the door. Lance helped you secure Theo in his stroller, touching his pockets for his phone and keys.

“Take my hand Starfish,” he said, holding it out his hand to Ariel.

“No!” Her quick and distressing reply made you lift your head up with concern. “We can’t go, Daddy no wearing costume. And Mommy too!”

Lance smiled, bending down to Ariel’s eye level. “Aww Starfish, this day is for you and your brother.”

She pouted, crossing her arms insisting you both had to wear something. “Mommy help!” she said, giving Lance her treat pail as she took your hand, dragging you up the stairs into her room.

You hadn’t thought about getting costumes for yourself or Lance but clearly that was a mistake. Maybe next year Ariel can help pick things out but for now she was insistent that you wear anything. She rummaged through her dress up clothes, which you hope she realized had no chance of fitting you.

Thankfully Ariel went with accessories, placing a crown on your head and giving you sparkly butterfly wings to wear. “Mommy you’re a butterfly princess.”

“Oh thank you Ariel!” you said, fixing that straps that went around your arms. You held the things she pulled out for Lance, smirking as you made your way downstairs with her.

Lance smiled as he saw you, his smile becoming nervous as he saw what was in your arms combined with Ariel’s determined look. You knelt beside Theo, playing with him as Ariel dressed up her dad, wrapping a hot pink boa around his neck and giving him not only a princess crown of his own but a light up wand.

You took your own phone out to take pictures of Lance, by himself and with Ariel and finally you were on your way, trick or treating with your handsome husband as the most beautiful princess you’ve ever seen, Ariel the cutest sparkly unicorn and Theodore, your adorable pumpkin.

[wolfantlersinspace]

Abstraction

"Day 6" fic.

Prompts: Horns, cock worship

Thanks Brie for beta'ing, thanks enablers for helping me out with my demon dick~ love you all!

Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | NC-17 | 1843 words

Harry shifted at the sudden tightness in his pants, eyes looking anywhere but Voldemort’s reptilian, unattractive (unbelievably appealing) face. He didn’t know what to do — he hadn’t really prepared for what would happen if it did work.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to try out a spell I found. I don’t actually have any enemies—”

“I summon thee,” Harry spoke as clearly as possible, trying to keep the wobble from his lips. This wording was ridiculous, like a hoax or a joke. “To bringeth on myself the power to defeat mine enemies.”

One second past, then ten, thirty. Of course it was fake. The wording alone should’ve been enough warning. He closed his eyes, stretching his arms as far above his head as he could, yawn on his lips. He hadn’t slept well last night, and it was already showing. If only Aunt Petunia didn’t make him get up at the crack of dawn… He allowed himself a wistful sigh at the thought.

He hated it at the Dursleys, but he also knew they were the only family he had left, the last step before homelessness — as he’d been threatened with many times before. Sometimes he fantasised about running away or getting his own apartment in London, but they could never be anything more than distant dreams with the way the Dursleys acted. They wouldn’t let Harry leave despite how much they hated his guts. However, there was hope in a jar under a loose floorboard, lid screwed on as tightly as possible. Hundreds of pounds rolled up tightly, all the money he’d found in the streets or the schoolyard over the last eighteen years.

“Fascinating.”

The voice was cold and high, startling as it broke through the silence. Harry whirled around, eyes wide.

There he was, in all his serpentine glory. Lord Voldemort. His slitted red eyes watched Harry curiously, his pupils engorging as he raked his eyes down Harry's body. Harry flushed, wishing he could curl his body away from that all-seeing gaze. He thought Voldemort would be able to see right through him anyway, no matter what he did. He watched, transfixed, as Voldemort’s tongue — slitted, oh God — darted out to wet his lips, eyelids lowered temptingly, tauntingly.

Harry shifted at the sudden tightness in his pants, eyes looking anywhere but Voldemort’s reptilian, unattractive (unbelievably appealing) face. He didn’t know what to do — he hadn’t really prepared for what would happen if it did work.

“I’m sorry to bother you, I just wanted to try out a spell I found. I don’t actually have any enemies—”

“You do have enemies, boy, or the summon wouldn’t work.”

“I—” Harry flew through the air, coming to a stop at Voldemort’s feet. “What?”

“Hm,” Voldemort said consideringly, ignoring Harry’s question like he’d never vocalised it in the first place, and smiled. His sharp canines showed, and Harry couldn’t help but gulp. “You’ll do fine.”

“What?”

“You talk too much.” With a wave of Voldemort’s hand, a strange, silky ribbon fitted itself around Harry’s head, a thick knot slipping into the crease of his mouth and forcing his teeth apart. Voldemort had the audacity—

It really shouldn’t arouse him this much. But here he was, lying at a near all-powerful being’s feet, gagged and aching for him.

“I will deal with your enemies for you, but I don’t want your soul. I already had it, didn’t I?” Voldemort’s fangs gleamed. “I wouldn’t be in this form otherwise.”

It was true, Harry was very gay and very proud of it, despite the Dursleys trying to “stamp it out of him”. Destined for Hell, they called him. Apparently, they were right.

However, he didn’t understand what Voldemort meant by his last comment. Maybe he appeared in the form that would attract the summoner the most? That sounded like a stretch, even to Harry. He wished he could ask, but the ribbon stopped him, beyond garbled sounds.

“I want something else from you.” Voldemort paused dramatically. Harry tensed, worried. Would this be some awful deal, like his firstborn, or his life? “Your virginity.”

Oh. Oh, this was—

His breath shot out of his lungs.

Even if he wasn’t too happy about Voldemort killing the Dursley’s, he couldn’t think of a better way to lose his virginity. Voldemort was a demon, ancient and powerful — he’d certainly know more than Harry did.

He froze as Voldemort parted his robes, eyes shooting down to the bulge hidden in his pants. He hardly noticed the way he moved closer, holding his breath as he watched it get closer and closer to his eyes, his hands, his mouth. A couple of buttons were all that kept Harry from seeing what he held, and soon they were gone too.

Harry didn’t even notice the gag disappearing, gasping as he sank to his knees and salivating as he stared at the cock in front of him. It was huge, at least the size of Harry’s forearm (though he could admit that wasn’t… unrealistically sized — he was rather short), and thick, and underneath had small fleshy bumps. The head had a ring of those curious protrusions as well, angled downwards like an upside-down crown. He wanted to weave his tongue between them, to feel them against his tongue, to—

The realisation that he could do that, he could touch it and taste it made his head spin. He looked up, meeting Voldemort’s impatient slitted eyes and leaned forward, determined to take it all.

The cock was smooth against his tongue and those little spikes bent slightly when he reached them, not sharp like he’d imagined. He couldn’t take Voldemort’s cock very deep, sinking only a few inches before he had to stop, choking a bit. He wasn’t very sure what to do, but Voldemort’s hand landed on Harry’s head, curling through his hair and gently coaxing him down again, filling his mouth once more. He bobbed his head carefully, wiggling his tongue against the weight filling his mouth and Voldemort rewarded him with a groan, hand tightening.

Voldemort carefully eased Harry’s head down, further and further until he hit the back of his throat and he couldn’t take any more without gagging.

“Relax,” Voldemort said and he did. The next bob of his head had the tip of Voldemort’s cock slipping further than before, breaking past the seal of his mouth and into his throat. His eyes widened, and he almost pulled back to exclaim over it, but Voldemort held him firmly in place. He tried not to struggle, but he couldn’t breathe and suddenly he was choking—

Voldemort pushed him back and he swallowed desperately, his throat thick and strange. He gasped for breath and Voldemort watched him, clearly displeased.

“I’m sorry,” Harry choked out and blinked at the rasp in his voice. He sounded wrecked, like he’d been absolutely destroyed and not just held Voldemort’s monstrous cock in his throat for a few seconds.

Voldemort looked particularly satisfied at his state, said, “Make it up to me then, boy.”

Harry darted forward once more, running his tongue over the head, curling the tip around the weird spines. They seemed more sensitive than everything else and Harry took the cock deep into his mouth to the chorus of Voldemort’s heavy, hitched breaths. He didn’t know if he could take it into his throat again but he tried, pressing it so deep he almost choked and had to pull away, eyes welled with tears. But he kept working at it, stubborn enough that Voldemort helped him out, subtle magic tingling at Harry’s throat.

When it slipped back into his throat he didn’t panic, didn’t swallow around it and carefully held his breath as best as he could. He bobbed his head, not letting it escape from the depths of his throat, slowly sliding down to take more. He wondered if it showed, the massive cock bulging his throat like he imagined it did. His cock stiffened in his pants.

Voldemort thrust slowly, staying in Harry’s throat. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as Voldemort finally reached as far as he could go, Harry’s nose pressing against his hard pelvis. There was something so dehumanising about it, about Voldemort grabbing Harry’s hair and moving his head back and forth on the monstrous shaft. The soft spikes rubbed his tongue in such a strange way he wasn’t sure whether to be aroused or weirded out.

Arousal won out easily and Harry pressed a hand to his clothed cock, longing to relieve the pressure as Voldemort started fucking his face harder and harder. Spit drooled down his chin, tongue moving as best as it could against the sheer thickness of the shaft this far down. He loved it, he could admit that much, being turned into a mess for it. He wanted to be a mess for Voldemort, for his cock.

It wasn’t long until Voldemort was pulling Harry’s head along his cock like a human sex toy, using his face for his own pleasure. He slammed in, holding Harry as deep as he could until he shook from the lack of air, and Voldemort groaned as Harry pushed at his legs, trying to catch his breath.

“You can take it.” Harry wished he could shake his head, because no, no he couldn’t. But he did, despite the lack of air. Voldemort pulled away when he became lightheaded and he swallowed, finally emptying his mouth of the excess saliva. He swiped at his eyes, brushing away the streaming tears and Voldemort held himself out again, clearly waiting for Harry to hurry up. He wiped his mouth and steadied his breathing.

He could do this, he could take it. He had before.

Harry clenched his fists and took the tip into his mouth again, licking the slit, tasting the pre-come beading there. He kissed up the shaft, teasing licks along the ridge of bumps along the bottom. He flicked his eyes up, meeting blown black pupils and slid the length into his mouth, letting Voldemort take control again, fucking into his throat with ease. He held his breath as best as he could, eyes welling up once more.

It didn’t take Voldemort long until he was close, hips stuttering and breathy moans slipping out of his lips. Suddenly, Voldemort pulled out until only the tip remained in Harry’s mouth, ignoring his hoarse whine at the loss. It twitched and come burst onto his tongue, warm and strangely textured. He swallowed, but more kept coming, spurt after spurt landing on his tongue. It gathered thick in his throat and he couldn’t swallow any more, letting it dribble down his chin. Voldemort pulled out entirely, jerking himself as he finished, warm spunk landing on Harry’s face.

He wanted it back in him, he wanted it inside his throat, his arse. He whined again but Voldemort smiled, his teeth poking over his lip. He knelt in front of Harry, and he was struck at just how dangerous Voldemort was; he could kill Harry right where he sat with hardly a flick of the wrist. And yet, Harry wanted it, wanted him.

Hermione had always called him a bit of an adrenaline junkie, but this really solidified it.

“No, I think it’s time for the main course.” Voldemort trailed off, and Harry’s palms moistened, fingers slipping against the button of his jeans in his eagerness.

He couldn’t wait.

[friendlyfrat-boy]

The Straw-Hat Among Us, Ch.8

White: Smoker

This was it, then.

Smoker had actually insisted that they just do a double-kill once he picked off that slow-talking fellow, but apparently the Red-nose wanted to do this in a… different way. “Let’s get the second last guy voted off,” he’d said. “Having only one guy left to kill would be much easier than two.” Smoker never should’a taken advice from that clown. He was the sneaky sort, not the… murdering kind.

He’d done a good enough job on Sheep-horn, perhaps a bit too emotional, but it had certainly been a close one. If Green-hair hadn’t outed himself…

Oh well. That was over now. A single human left.

Judging by how Long-nose’s human face paled, he must have understood his situation quite well. “I-, uh, um… P-, please…”

Smoker really didn't care for talking to his victim. “Be quiet and you won’t suffer.” As Smoker reached for a hidden pocket in his own flesh, he soon realized he’d left the knife in the monkey-man. Damn it, Flamingo had really taken him by surprise there. Left with no other choice, Smoker let parts of his human form dissolve. After all, keeping up this form was… draining.

It was like holding your breath for a very long time, going beyond that moment where your chest hurt and your head started pounding. It felt natural, to simply release that breath, let his right arm open up into fleshy tendrils of teeth and claws and whatnot. If he were human in any way, this is the point where his white suit would get ripped apart, but not so, especially since the suit is also part of his body. In human terms, he was naked. But also not.

Bah, humans and their arbitrary terms.

The Long-nose quivered, eyes widening at the sight of Smoker’s arm opening up like a blooming flower of teeth and flesh. Unlike Red-nose, Smoker wasn’t about to go around biting people. Well, he was about to bite the Long-nose, but using his arm. As confusing as human terms were, their own terms were hardly any better.

“H-, hiiiii!” Long-nose whimpered, taking a step back from Smoker and the pool of lava. A rational move, according to Smoker himse-,

A hand was placed on his shoulder. Turning his head only slightly, he saw Red-nose, an odd look in his eye. “Smoker,” he said, voice distorted somewhat as his human form changed slightly. “Hold on a moment.”

“The hell do you want?” Smoker asked back, his own vocal cords deepening as he no longer cared to keep his human form entirely maintained.

Red-nose glanced away, every facet of his human face showcasing doubt and confliction. “I just think-”

And then, Long-nose ran. He turned his back on the two killers, turned tail, and sprinted off into the darkness. Smoker cursed under his breath. He only had so much vision, he was only so fast, and right now, Long-nose had almost gotten too far. “Shit, Buggy, get to the cams, find him!”

Smoker couldn’t catch if Red-nose nodded or not, but he had to assume that he did. Left with no other choice, Smoker dove into a nearby tunnel, right beside a weather node and a forgotten snowman, letting the majority of his human form dissolve. Small, bony protrusions blossomed across his body, digging into the rocky tunnel, forcing his compressed body forwards at speeds far quicker than human running would allow.

His first destination was also the closest one. The chances of Long-nose running in here were low, but even then, he popped out into the Laboratory. Right in the stalls. Going by the placement, it seems one of the toilets collapsed into the tunnel.

The tunnel he was using.

...He’d chosen to ignore that long ago. A quick peek into the rest of the Laboratory ensured that the young boy hadn’t emerged here.

He hopped back into the tunnel. This trip would take a bit longer, but not enough to be a detriment.

Less than a minute later and he crawled out of the Tunnel inside the Office, the southern one through a little hallway of bookshelves. He couldn’t remember using this one. No, wait, he’d used it back then, to kill the Chief. It almost felt like a lifetime ago. It would all be over soon.

Smoker quickly made his way through the Office, barely stopping to check anything before he hopped into the tunnel right in front of the Meeting room.

Although this hadn’t been the primary vent he’d used a mere hour ago to kill monkey-man, he’d used it in combination with another tunnel and Red-nose’s expert distraction to complete the kill. Flamingo had been an unexpected but somewhat welcome change in plans. To Smoker, it didn’t really matter if the final human was Flamingo or Long-nose. It shouldn’t matter to Red-nose either, but somehow, Smoker could tell things weren’t quite so simple.

Either way, Smoker popped out of the tunnel beside Communications, took a quick look inside the mentioned cabin as well as Weapons and promptly returned to the tunnel.

His final stop for this tunnel would be the Storage. He didn’t expect Long-nose to be in here, and he wasn’t. Just a bunch of useless human trinkets. Smoker quickly exited the room. He’d assume for the moment that Long-nose hadn’t chosen to hang about in the Specimen room, meaning that he just had to check the West Wing.

Electrical was empty. Blood littered the floor in various places, most obviously in the Security Room, where blood still splattered the screen. Green-hair had left a rather impressive trail from O2 to the outside of Electrical. Smoker followed it into O2, but before he could open the door leading to (Red-nose really liked keeping all the doors closed for some damn reason), he noticed that he could hear something.

“I-, I don’t want to die-,”

“Shh, keep it down, idiot! He’ll hear us!”

“I-, um, sorry.”

“Look. We can just-, I’ll get you out of this. You don’t deserve this, okay? You’re a good kid. I’ve done bad things, I don’t care if you hate me for it, but I don’t want you to die for it. I want you to live. Our species might never get along, but we two, you and me, we can get along. If only for tonight.”

“Buggy, that’s… you are Buggy, right? I can’t-, I just-,” There was a quick sniffle.

“Hey, hey, cool it! Don’t cry now, man!” A slap. “Keep it together! I’m going to need you to-,”

Smoker stepped through the door. “To do what, exactly?” The two scheming bastards jerked around, Long-nose growing paler yet, his eyes as white and terrified as a rabbit could be, while Red-nose obviously struggled to keep his human form in the best shape it could be. Making an effort to look normal in front of the human. Pah. “Buggy, why don’t you dispose of the final human?”

He didn’t move. Neither did Long-nose for that matter.

Very well. If he wouldn’t, then Smoker had no choice but to do it himself. He bared his biological weapon of choice.

Red-nose grit his teeth, grabbed Long-nose and ran for it. Is that how they’d do it? Very well. Smoker didn’t mind being the last man standing. If winning meant taking out his fellow imposter, so be it. With that vow in mind, Smoker pursued.

It was a rather short run, ending where it had started. Right by that pool of magma.

Usopp stood huddled by it, Buggy situated right in front of him, clawed, alien arms stretched out to protect him. A pathetic display of solidarity between opposing species. He’d always been the emotional sort. He simply wasn’t suited for this sort of situation. Not to murder, and not to pretend, either.

Apparently, he couldn’t even pretend to like a human. He had to go and get personal about it. “If you do not step aside, I will assume you have chosen to betray me.”

“N-, no, I haven’t chosen to betray you! I just-, we can figure something out! We don’t have to kill all of them, do we?” Red-nose weakly defended.

Smoker let his human form dissolve fully. “So you have chosen death.” His voice was a bellow. A gravelly, inhuman sound that he couldn’t imagine the human could understand at all. His body, fleshy and restless with energy, heaving and moving and barely resembling anything human as he prepared to do away with a truly unwelcome surprise.

Red-nose growled. It wasn’t a human sound, but it didn’t quite line up with anything Smoker could understand either. It was simply a sound.

The right side of Red-nose’s body opened up, revealing jagged teeth and bloody bone. Long-nose whimpered, and in that short moment where Red-nosed glanced back, concerned and foolish, Smoker struck. A tendril, the tip of it crowned with a sharp tooth, shot out at Red-nose’s face, missing it by a mere inch when the face parted. Smoker pulled back his arm.

It started. The battle was no longer between human and alien. Smoker knew this and had to adjust his strategy accordingly. Flesh no longer bled, instead twisting and changing to avoid his projectiles, malleable as clay. The moon stood high, their battle painted red with both the little wounds they took and the luminous magma they battled beside. Their prize, the one to be spared or slain by the winner stood aside, watching with trembling limbs and trembling gaze as two monsters fought.

Smoker hated to admit it, but it was a standstill.

Smoker had the upper hand in strength and defence, but Red-nose was quicker. He easily evaded Smoker’s strong attacks, landing little ones that left Smoker with the tiniest of scratches. In turn, Smoker gave Red-nose a few wounds of his own, nothing big, nothing that could end this battle once and for all.

No, Smoker knew that if he wished to win, he would need to do something new. Something unexpected. Something… cunning.

He glanced at Long-nose, an idea flitting through his head. It was his only choice.

Red-nose seemed too absorbed in the battle to even consider the possibility. Smoker’s eyes sharpened. He watched for a misstep, a stumble, a moment of respite where he couldn’t act. It didn’t come naturally. And so, Smoker chose to create it.

He let Red-nose get a hit in. A row of sharp teeth sunk into his back, surprise painting Red-nose’s features.

In this moment of surprise, Smoker struck.

Long-nose hadn’t seen it coming, either.

One moment he’d been standing in front of the lava, and the next…

He was missing an arm and a good part of his chest. Smoker grinned. A fatal wound. With this, Red-nose would be forced to submit himself, to agree to the death of the human, to-,

Something sharp punctured Smoker’s chest. He looked down, and found a bony spear lodged deep in his heart. Blood seeped from it. Was it human, or alien? Smoker couldn’t know. He coughed, red blood staining his white suit. Stumbled a bit. Passed by the stunned-silent Long-nose.

And fell into the lava.

His last thoughts lingered on the irony of it all.

[morris-magus-merry-miller]

Chapter 1: Explosive Beginnings

The day began like any other on the road. I was of course upon my trusty steed, Nathaniel, as we made our way on what was to be our greatest venture yet. For you see, I had decided to undertake the most perilous journey across the desert to find the Undiscovered Realm.

Only one teeny tiny little problem stood in the way of myself and my dear companion Nathaniel…we were lost. Horribly, terribly…lost. Not a speck of sand in sight. In fact, quite a few trees instead. It makes sense, since the town we were approaching was called Dualwood.

Oh and there was a mountain. Hard to miss the mountain. Big old thing. The guard at the front of town called it “Mt Terminus”. It’s supposed to be some sort of big important proving point for adventurers. A big important dangerous deadly proving point I had no intention of going near, for you see I already had my own important dangerous and daring quest to venture forth upon, so I hardly needed to add a mountain to that. I was certainly not afraid. Just because the mountain is huge and high up. And supposedly there’s two-headed banshees and other such terrifying monstrosities lurking in wait for the next adventurer who willingly walks straight into their jaws of defeat. And the town guard make regular journeys to clean up the bodies they can safely retrieve…

 …Note to self, maybe edit this part before the final draft…

Note to self 2: less fear, more Big Adventurer Gusto

Of course, flying off course wasn’t going to put a damper on my mood. Oh no. So I found the most lovely bakery in town, ordered some local delicacies which I absolutely whole heatedly suggest if, dear reader, you ever pass this way. Splendid woman, and her bear claws are to die for. Only maybe don’t word it like that, since this town takes that kind of terminology quite literally what with the giant killer mountain looming above them every moment of the day and all that.

With a full belly and a new spring in my step, I stepped I strode boldly into town to find someone with the know-how to point me in the direction of the nearest desert so that I may truly begin my grand adventure to the Undiscovered Realm.

And there, in the center of town, I met a man of great wisdom. He was clearly a storied and well-traveled adventurer himself, for he wore the most splendid dress. Colored in majestic bright hues of reds and oranges, with a grand hat to rival even mine atop his head. It even had not one, not two, but FOUR bells upon each of its grand little horn-like protrusions. He was granting his wisdom in the form of riddles that I didn’t much understand. “Urgathoa? I hardly knew her!” Why and how would one know the Goddess of Undeath? Unless he was himself a zombie…he didn’t look it but you never know these days…

My ramblings aside! I spoke with the wise gentleman, asking him if he knew where the nearest desert is. He seemed to be under the impression I was sent by some guild or another. Perhaps, recognizing my adventuring gear, he believed me to be from the same adventurers’ guild as he? But alas, I am very much a lone wolf upon this adventure, taking to the road with none but Nathaniel for company. It’s a lonely life, especially since Nathaniel can only be summoned for about six hours at a time. But that is the lot in life of an adventurer, and so it is my burden to bear until I have reached my grand journey’s end.

Anyways, the wise man of many bells pointed me in the direction of a nearby temple. There he believed the learned clerics and holy travelers who pass through may be able to grant me guidance in my travels, and return me to my rightful path to the desert, and the mysterious land that lies within it.

 Within the Temple (mysteriously named “The Temple” and even more mysteriously with a sign out front that said, and I quote, “‘Clerical’ services available”. How ridiculous is that? Nobody will believe you’re providing clerical services if you put it in quotation marks as though it is a front for something!)

Author’s note: Oh my Shelyn I think it was a front for something.

 Within the Temple, I met with a grand group of lovely adventurers. There was Miss Candy, a bright and cheery human chef who also on an unrelated note looks like she could break me in half. Snap me like a twig. Probably with just her legs.

Oh dear this is starting to sound like a sex thing. Note to self, do not ever describe it like that again.

There was Miss Candy, a bright and cheery human chef with a love of pink and a surprising talent for kicking things to death. There was Sir Vigo, a mighty and powerful goblin wizard with a knack for fire and animals. Strange combination to be sure, but it works for him. Speaking of animals, there was also Issac, a druid half-orc who is so tall I have not actually gotten a good look at his face. It’s just way up there in the sky somewhere. But of arguably greater import, there was his companion, a bear named Peanut. And I do mean a bear. A literal black bear, just hanging around inside the temple, gentle as a dog. He and Vigo had a rousing conversation, although I know not what about as I cannot speak bear myself, but it would seem the magics of the universe granted Vigo such an ability. Where was I…? Oh, yes. There was also John Smith, a human many years my senior who I suspect has lived a very storied life, although he has not let on just what that story is. He said some rather off-color things in our first meeting, but I do believe there is more to this gentleman than meets the eye. (Not that I can easily meet his eye either, while he is not so tall as Issac, he is a human which generally means ‘much taller than even a really tall halfling’, and I am not a ‘really tall halfling’. I am ‘a very medium halfling’)

Here we met one Cleric Ringwald. Although the more she said, the more it seemed like cleric was an overstatement. She said she worshiped something called “The Creator”, and that the only magic she could do were some simple tricks like magic missile…which looking back, I don’t believe is even a divine spell! Regardless, she told us of a rat problem they were having, and since we were all clearly of the adventuring variety, she wanted to offer us some money and five magic stones to clear the rats out. Only it turned out quite quickly that there weren’t REALLY rats in the basement. Oh, no. When pressed about some rather odd choices in her inflection, she admitted that the creature in the bowls of the temple was a mass of slime, gore, limbs, eyes, and mouths.

For those familiar with earlier works in the M Merry-Miller collection, you may recognize such a description. In Night of the Hallowed Moon, the brave sorceress Emilia faced off against a similar such creature. A gibbering mouther. Disgusting creature in person, I must say. Its sounds alone were enough to make me wish I had not eaten just before hand.

We made our preparations. The grand team of newly acquainted adventurers burst forth into the room, where the beast awaited its demise. As a mysterious fog began to fill the room, the adventurers rushed forward, ready for what was to come.

The fog was, by the way, an ingenious ploy by dear John, who used it as a means to protect us all from the creature’s attacks. Unfortunately it also meant that hitting the creature was a bit more difficult—the fog was, after all, quite difficult for us to see through as well. But for all I know he may well have saved Miss Candy’s life, as the creature tried and failed to bite at her a number of times.

Knowing from past research that this creature would not be affected by my magical talent, I went for the next best thing. A crossbow. With a steady breath despite the (rather cigarette smelling if I’m being honest) smoke, I took aim, and infused my bolt with a nice little punch of my arcane magics. I fired with a flourish, and while I feared from the fog and the creature’s writhing that it would not strike, it struck true, sticking into one of the creature’s many eyes. There was blood everywhere. It was horrific, quite frankly.

Fortunately, Vigo used that moment to slip in closer to the writhing monstrosity. With a shout of some clever words (note to self: think of clever one-liner since he didn’t say any at the time), the feared and powerful wizard evaporated half of the creature’s body with a single lightning strike.

 And this is when things started to get out of hand.

As my gallant companions went to check on a hole in the floor that seemed to be how the wicked beast had entered this fair establishment, there was a commotion outside. Myself, John, and Candy were nearest the door at the time and went to investigate. We found Cleric Ringwald packing in a frenzy within her surveillance room. She tossed some coin to her acolyte Amelia (a skittish elven woman who had apparently directed some of the other adventurers to this location) and told her to get out of town.

Ringwald turned to us when we entered and told us the same, to get far away from here. She tossed us the magic stones she had promised as payment, and said that ‘if we survived’ she would pay more for further services if we met her in Port Town. Then she cast some rather powerful magic on us which made each of us feel revitalized, and she disappeared in a flash of awe inspiring arcane might the likes of which I had never seen.

But oh, I was about to see so much more, dear reader.

You see, I mentioned we were in a surveillance room, yes? By that I mean a room with a number of scrying mirrors which all permanently showed different sections of The Temple. And into the front room stepped a man. I say a man loosely. There was something off about him. He looked like a man, yes. A man with black hair, purple eyes, and robes depicting the butterfly of Desna—which my companions later revealed was a glamour, for it actually depicted a dragonfly symbol of some unknown origin. The reason I question if he was truly a man in the traditional sense was a strange segmentation in his hands at the joints. At first glance it could be mistaken for scars, as one of my companions later stated. However something about them was off. It was less a scar in the skin and more actual barely noticeable separate segments. While my genre of choice is not science fiction, I have read my fair share, and it brought to mind stories I had read in the past of humans created from technology and steel rather than flesh and blood. I know, I know, it sounds crazy. The closest thing we have to such a thing are golems, and they are never so realistic to be mistaken for a living breathing creature. How could such a being truly exist? Quite frankly, dear reader, I know not. But I do know his power was beyond the natural order. We were about to see that first hand.

 The man walked into The Temple’s entry, calling out to Ringwald. He just wanted to talk. Don’t make this harder than it needed to be. She had forced his hand. He began scattering orbs about, while humming a tune I’m unfamiliar with. John tugged at Candy’s sleeve and insisted we had to go. Now.

“Why?”

“Those are delayed fireball charges. He’s about to bring this entire place down!”

We ran, making a beeline for the hole in the basement, which we hoped would lead to safety—or at least shelter from the explosion that was to follow.

Candy quite kindly carried me, Peanut, and Vigo with her much faster legs. We leapt down the hole, and followed a tunnel that led to a ladder up. Looking back, that’s rather strange. I wonder if someone planted that gibbering mouther in the first place. But at the time we were far too busy running for our lives to think of such things. Candy practically flew up the ladder, along with John who was in a mad dash to get back to the stables. It would seem he had paid a stable hand to watch over his daughter while he was in town buying supplies, and he needed to get to her in case the explosion reached that far. Once we made it back above ground Vigo, Issac, and Peanut went with John to check on the stables, as Vigo’s trusty mount Gordon the Ram was stabled there as well.

This left myself and Candy to see when the mysterious dragonfly man descended from the exploding Temple and to the center of town. A storm had whipped up, with a fury of thunder and lightning positively cracking open the sky—but no rain to join it.

The man was chanting in tones that I recognized as Celestial, but I am unfortunately not well versed in that language. However it would seem John was. Over the magical stones his voice spoke to the rest of us, and he told us that the man was about to do something terrible to the entire town, and to get out of there.

Candy had other ideas.

With me still upon her back, she ran at the villain. She leapt forward, posed to kick him and interrupt whatever terrible spell he was weaving.

The storm grew more violent, the clouds swirling and turning an unnatural pink hue. Then everything went black.

 And then we woke up, on the ground before an empty town square. It was dark and silent. The stars were above us in a clear night sky, but the stars didn’t twinkle. Birds and butterflies were frozen in place in the air. There was no breeze, and the grass beneath our feet remained static with each footfall, frozen into whatever shape our feet pressed it into. The people in town were equally frozen. Not a breath, not a blink between them. Candy and I were the only ones in sight still moving.

We made for the stables, where we knew our fellow adventurers had gone. There, they were moving as well. But John’s daughter was not: frozen in a moment of fear, with the stablehand shielding the young child from harm, equally frozen. Somehow Vigo’s ram Gordon was fine, still moving and ‘baa’ing as a ram should.

We tried to brainstorm why we were able to escape the effects of this spell, which the more magically inclined members of our group identified as a potent mixture of a Stasis spell on a massive scale and Miracle—the most powerful of powerful divine magics. The best we would think of was that whatever spell Ringwald had cast upon us had also protected us from the spell that had otherwise pulled an entire village out of the natural flow of time.

As if to prove our theory, Ringwald’s acolyte Amelia pulled herself limping from the nearby rubble of the Temple, the only other person we’d seen in town left unaffected besides ourselves. She needed a moment to catch her breath, so we continued to brainstorm while she did.

Vigo wanted to climb Mt Terminus, believing the treasure at the top would be necessary to make us powerful enough to face the monster who had done this. Issac was in disagreement—he’d been living in this town for months, and had seen first-hand how deadly that trip is. According to him only one single group of adventurers had ever reached the top and lived to tell the tale, and they were the best of the best. Our inability to face this monstrous man was proof enough that we would die upon the peaks of the mountain long before we reached the treasure—and with us, all knowledge of what had happened in town. The rest of our band of adventurers believed that tracking down Cleric Ringwald would be the ideal next step. She seemed to have some mysteriously powerful magic of her own, and a history with this individual. Vigo wasn’t happy with this plan, as it might be putting us right back into the line of sight of the man whose magic broke the natural order.

Issac was finally able to talk Vigo into it, promising to join him on venturing to the top of the mountain after we got Ringwald and unfroze the town. None of us had any intention of facing this man again if we could help it—except for possibly John, who sounded rather keen on punching him in the face. I can’t blame him, his daughter is on the line after all. I can think of a few faces I find rather punchable myself that would probably come back to bite me afterwards. But that’s neither here nor there.

Once it was agreed we would head to Port Town to find the cleric who may or may not really be a cleric, who has some connection to the man who may or may not really be a man, Amelia asked to tag along since she had nowhere else to go. We happily agreed. While we prepared to set out, Amelia showed us how to use the magic stones—called the Stones of Far Speech—which we could use to talk to each other from a great distance, as John had done when trying to warn us about the dragonfly man’s spell.

On our way out of town I summoned Nathaniel, ready to head back out onto the open road—this time with a number of companions and a new destination in sight. It wasn’t quite the adventure I’d been looking for, but it appears adventure found me none-the-less. And really, isn’t that what being a daring adventurer is all about?

(note to self: you used ‘adventure’ 3 times in 2 sentences, find some synonyms before the final draft)

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Down On The Farm

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WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Male to Female Anthro Cow TF, Weight Gain, Burping, Farting, and Sexual Content Jessie takes a job at a farm working with bio-engineered livestock, not realizing the changes he'll have to go through to please his new boss. This is a commissioned story for gomanfury.  As always, enjoy and feedback is appreciated!

   Patiently waiting inside the farmhouse, Jessie tried to stay calm by going over what he learned in college. A scrawny young man with short black hair, everyone found his choice of future career strange. The summer job offered at the farm was just what he needed to qualify for his master’s degree in agriculture. The unique nature of the job didn’t matter to him, all he cared about was the end result.

   The smell of livestock and barn came wafting into the room the herald the arrival of Jessie’s new boss. He was a heavy set creature, his entire body covered in thin black fur and a set of worn-out overalls that were one size too small. Taking up two chairs, he sat down his wide rear and fiddled with his tail to get it through the hole. Tapping his hoof-like fingers against the table, he observed his possible hire. Jessie had been through many interviews like this in the past, but he couldn’t recall a boss who had the face of a bull, complete with a pair of horns, cow ears, and a snout.

   “Hmm,” the bull man said, peeking through Jessie’s resume. “Looks pretty good. Ever done work on a farm?”

   “Just at the university.”

   “Have you ever worked with gene spliced livestock?”

   “No, but I’ve done plenty of research.”

  The bull man let out a sigh. “I don’t know what they taught you, but the animals can be a handful. The gene splicing made them not take too kindly to humans.”

   “Yes, but I’ve heard there are ways to get around it.”

   “Then you know what you’re going to have to do to work here?”

   “Yes, I’m prepared. All part of the job.”

  The bull man showed off his yellow teeth in a warm smile. Getting up from his chair, he walked up to Jessie and locked his head in a hug. “I like your attitude. What you say your name was again?”

   “Jessie sir,” he replied, finding it hard to breath with the lack of air flow and overabundance of the bull man’s odor.

   “I like that name. You can call me Jeb when we’re not working. Boss when we’re on the job.”

   Jessie slipped out from between Jeb’s pits. “Does that mean I’m hired?”

  “Almost, I still need to see you in action. We’ll use the rest of the day as a little test run.” Opening up the door to the yard, he gestured for Jessie to follow. “Oh and best leave your clothes here. I’ll be giving you more proper work attire in a bit.”

  Following his boss’s orders, Jessie took off his clothes and draped them over the back of his chair. Following Jeb outside, he made his way to a shed at the back of the house. Inside was a collection of scientific bottles and liquids that looked completely out of place on the farm. Jessie had seen some of the mixtures before in the science lab, but he couldn’t begin to guess at the concoction Jeb was mixing into a drinking glass.

   “Here you go,” Jeb said, handing over the black and white drink.

   “What’s in it?”

  “Couple of genetic splicers, plus some creamer to help it go down. Sorry to tell ya, but you’re going to be a guinea pig for a new concoction. Fellas down at the lab told me it was ten times as potent as the old stuff. Should make you a real help out on the yard.”

  Holding his tongue against his boss’s questionable morals, Jessie took the glass. It looked like your standard gene splice concoction, complete with a strong aroma serving as a warning for the taste. He had seen plenty of gene splicers back at college, some for the animals and some for the students themselves. Regardless, it didn’t make it any easier as he put the glass to his mouth and began to drink. As he suspected, the taste was awful, with only the hint of dairy creamer helping to ease it down. Lifting the glass up high, he chugged the rest in a few gulps. Sucking up the last few drops, he handed the empty glass off to Jeb before letting out a foul smelling burp.

  “Damn son, that was impressive,” Jeb said, taking the glass and setting it aside. “The changes should start in-oh already! They weren’t kidding with the potency.”

    Jeb’s words made Jessie very aware of the splotchy, black and white fur beginning to line his body. As the hair reached his thin stomach, his waistline bulged with thick fat that spread throughout his lithe form. His scrawny legs plumped up to meaty trunks that could support the pair of luscious butt cheeks hanging from his rear end. Scrunching up his extra chins, he watched his twig-like arms turn to meaty haunches and his fingers become shaped like overstuffed sausages. His plump digits immediately reached for his pecs as they engorged into a pair of heavy breasts, each one the size of a beach ball. Rubbing and pinching at his spare tire of a belly, he managed to keep his over 300-pound body balanced in time to watch the other changes take place.

   He had to slow down with his self-groping as his fingers turned into hard, black, hoof-like digits that sunk into his fat. His cloven feet helped keep him standing, but that didn’t stop each stomp from jiggling his butt cheeks up and down. Reaching back to keep his rear steady, he felt something brush against his fingers. Tugging at the protrusion, he let out a high-pitched, bovine yelp as he got a good look at his tail. Releasing his new appendage, he moved his fingers towards his face to find the source of the strange noise. His hooves reached his head just in time to catch his mouth extending into a cow snout. A moment later, he moved to flick his long, flat cow ears and feel the smooth edges of his nubby horns.

   His hair extending into long strands reaching down to his back made him pull his hands away. Another shake of his belly made him feel something bulging out from underneath. Lifting up his flabby gut he watched as the mass of flesh grew more spherical with four, long protrusions jutting from it. As the lump turned bright pink and sagged between his thighs, it finally dawned on him that he had grown an udder.

   The variety of bovine features should have been enough to astound Jessie, but there was something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. A male bull wouldn’t have such short horns, nor would they be sporting a pair of massive breasts and an equally swollen udder. Putting together the higher pitch of his voice and the increased length of his hair, it finally dawned on him. Reaching below his udder, he felt the absence of something he had had since birth. In its place, he felt the folds of a thick, meaty, cow vagina.

   “You turned me into a girl?” she asked.

   “Well yeah, comes with the job,” Jeb shrugged, unaffected by Jessie’s drastic change in appearance. “I’ve got bull genes to do the heavy work and you got dairy cow genes for…well it’ll be easier to show ya.” Snatching a pink apron the size of a bedsheet off a hook, he tossed it at Jessie. “This’ll be your work attire. I’ll give you a chance to slip it on and get used to your new self. I’ll be waiting outside.”

  Left by himself, Jessie begrudgingly tossed the apron over her head. Pulling and yanking at the fabric, she barely managed to fit the garment over her body. It was nowhere near a flattering outfit, showing off every bulge and curve of her overly plump form. Even then, her backside was completely exposed save for the thin piece of string stretched across her back. Reaching back to try and stretch out the fabric even further, her hoof bounced up against her meaty backside.

   A strange tingling sensation shot up her spine at the simple act of grazing against her bountiful ass flesh. Grasping her butt cheeks with both hands, she gave them a squeeze.  The same sensation spread through her body, forcing out a soft moo. Losing herself to the feeling, she continued to squeeze and grope her luscious butt cheeks. Leaving one hand to stimulate her rump, her other slid beneath her belly. Before she realized it, she was making her way towards her womanhood. She didn’t know what she was doing, her instincts were in complete control. In just a few moments, she would experience everything her body had to offer.

   “Okay in there Jessie?” Jeb called out from right outside the door.

   “Yeah boss!” Jessie announced, quickly pulling her hands away from her nether region. “I’m just about ready.”

   “Well come out here soon. I wanna show ya the livestock while we still got daylight.”

   “Coming!” Jessie shouted back, hurrying to fix her apron and stumble out the door.

   “Hmm, a little tight, but I say you look pretty good,” Jeb said as he approached. “Follow me, I’ll show you to the barn.”

   “Right away boss.”

  Awkwardly waddling after Jeb, Jessie kept switching her gaze between her new work environment and her own plump curves. As attractive as she found her form, she found it hard to focus on what Jeb was saying with her breasts, belly, butt, and udder shaking with each step. She had to be careful not to trip over the dirt road, even the slightest wrong move likely to send her hefty form toppling over. Lost in trying to keep herself balanced, Jessie bounced right against Jeb’s own massive rear.

   “Whoops, sorry about that,” Jeb said, quickly turning back to catch Jessie from falling.

   “Why did we stop?” Jessie asked, noticing they were right outside the barn. “Weren’t you going to show me the animals?”

   “Yeah, but they won’t take too kindly if you go in now.”

   “Wasn’t that the point of making me like this?” she asked, pointing to her face.

  “You look the same as them, but don’t smell right.” Grabbing a satchel near the barn’s entrance, he popped it open and pulled out a handful of grass. “Eat up. It’s my own special mix.”

  Rather than question Jeb’s methods, Jessie assured herself that the bull man knew what he was doing and swallowed the wad. The taste was better than expected, like a well-seasoned salad. The problems started as soon as the grass hit her stomach. A gas bubble flew up her throat and came bursting forth with a loud BWOOOOOOOORRRP. The burp was echoed by a second one coming from Jeb, looking quite pleased with himself even as they were both subjected to the lingering smell. Backing up from the gas cloud, Jessie became quite aware of a building pressure in her gut. Before she could even attempt to stop it, a rippling fart came spurting from her rear, flicking her tail in the process.

   “Why would you UUUUURRP give me that?” Jessie belched out.

  “To make us,” he paused, leaning to the side to let out a boisterous fart of his own, “smell right. You should BWOOOORRP know cows are one of the gassiest animals on the farm. We don’t have the right scent, the animals will UUURP think something’s up.” Digging another wad to swallow, he handed the rest of the bag to Jessie. “Better eat up. Gonna need all the BWOOORP fuel you can get.”

   Taking the satchel in her hands, Jessie begrudgingly swallowed another hunk of grass. Stepping behind Jeb gave her a face full of his next rippling fart. As the gas filled her snout, the same strange sensation that came from prodding her rear reappeared. Unconsciously she deeply inhaled Jeb’s scent, his and her smell mixing inside of her snout to create a noxious odor that she couldn’t get enough of. Noticing Jeb leaving her behind, Jessie helped herself to another wad of grass and ran to catch up.

   “Aside from the UURP size difference and anger issues, the animals are pretty standard,” he said, gesturing towards the pens of oversized pigs, cows, and sheep. “I’ve already taken care of the chores for the day. So we’ll just be-“

   A series of loud animal noises got Jeb’s attention. Turning back, he saw a crowd of young goats trying to stick their heads through their pen to try and get at Jessie.

   “I thought your BWOOOORRP grass was supposed to stop them from attacking me!” Jessie shouted, shoveling the grass into her mouth and letting out a series of panicked farts in an attempt to keep the goats at bay.

   “Oh, they’re not trying to hurt you. I think I just forgot to feed them.”

   Jessie shoved a handful of grass down her throat and let out a bassy belch. “Then feed them!”

  “Alright, alright, no need to get your panties in a bunch. Er, not that your wearing any. Come on over here and I’ll show you one of your major duties.”

   Running away from the vicious baby goats, Jessie followed Jeb to a secluded part of the barn. Pulling out a stool barely big enough for her rump, he waved for her to sit down. Putting down the nearly empty satchel, she lifted up the hem of her apron and carefully balanced herself on the stool. Just as she got comfortable, Jeb stepped behind her back and snapped off the string holding her apron together. In a rush to catch the apron before it fell, she pushed down on her stomach and forced out a pair of unruly gas bubbles from her mouth and rear.

   “Let go of the apron,” Jeb said, holding out a bucket “I need to get to your teats to milk them.”

   “That’s what these are for?” Jessie asked, pressing her arms against her breasts and udder.

  “Well I didn’t give them to you just because they look nice. Come on now. If you take the job, this is going to be your main duty.”

  Letting out a half-sigh, half-belch, Jessie let the apron drop to the floor. Leaning back, she allowed Jeb to approach with bucket in hand. Despite his rough hooves and rugged appearance, he grasped her udder with the utmost care. Softly tugging at her teats brought forth small droplets of milk. Unable to see the bucket past her belly and udder, she had to sit there and listen to the container gradually fill.

   The odd sensation came back stronger than ever, Jeb’s constant tugging bringing out both milk and a soft moo from Jessie. Clenching her fingers, she bit her lip to suppress the moans. In exchange for keeping the feeling at bay, she had to let loose with what little control she had of her sphincter. The massive load of grass she had eaten in her haste came in full force with gas bubbles that had her tail constantly waving about. As Jeb continued to pull on her udder, she felt more droplets of milk dribble onto her belly. Looking down, she saw her breasts were also lactating. The sight made her yearn for Jeb to touch her bosom next. Even more, she wanted to feel his mouth suck straight from them. Or even…

   “That should do it,” Jeb said, pulling away the bucket and snapping Jessie out of her trance. “Woah, guess you’re a little too overqualified for the job,” he commented, watching milk trickle from her breasts. “They did say the new mixture would have some weird side effects.”

   “It just means I can BWOOOORRP do my job more efficiently right?” Jessie laughed off to try and shake off the strange feelings.

   “Still, can’t have you walking around like that. Especially since I don’t think the you’d appreciated getting suckled by every animal in the barn. Just sit here while I go feed the goats.”

   “Sounds UUURRP good,” Jessie said, waving Jeb off. Lowering her hand, she couldn’t help staring at Jeb as he worked. The smell of his gas, the lingering feeling of his touch, and the sight of his bulky form moving about, made ideas in the back of her mind come closer to the surface.

   With the goats fed, Jeb came back to collect Jessie and bring her back to the house. Her teats still leaking profusely, Jessie made the apron into a makeshift towel to absorb her milk as they stepped inside the living room. All the while, Jessie’s mouth and anus spewed out the gas that had been stewing inside of her stomach. The trip left her in a haze of smells and sensations that wreaked havoc on her psyche. By the time she squeezed inside Jeb’s house, she was already reaching her limit.

   “Sorry about the trouble,” Jeb said, slapping a stack of papers on the coffee table alongside a bottle of gene splicers. “This should turn you back to your old self. Can’t do anything about your gas though. Considering you ate three days’ worth of grass, we just gotta wait it out. In the meantime, might as well make you an official employee. Just sign the paper and you’ll start fulltime tomorrow.”

   Jessie picked up the pen from the table and leaned over to sign the paper. In the process, she accidentally spilled a number of droplets across the floor. Reaching to block the flow of milk, pushed out another set of burps and farts. Inhaling the heavy air, Jessie’s view turned to Jeb. The feelings that had been welling up inside of her for so long came back, making her focus on the man that had made her what she was. The man she couldn’t get her mind off of.

   Pushing the papers and bottle aside, Jessie got to her feet. “Jeb…I need you for something.”

   “Sure what can I-“

   Jessie stepped forward and locked her lips with Jeb. Reaching as far as her arms would go, she groped and dug her hooves into his back fat, pushing their bodies closer together. Slathering his overalls with her milky teats, she let her next belch blow down his throat as she was completely lost in ecstasy.

   “What’s gotten into you?” Jeb asked, holding her back at arm’s distance. “You’re acting like a…oh shit! Those guys at the lab gave me the wrong mixture. You’re hornier than a group of bulls in heat.”

   “What’s UUUURRP wrong with that?” Jessie asked. “I like this feeling. I want to see everything this body can do. Especially with you.” Stepping closer, she reached underneath his gut to feel the bulge in his pants. “I know you want it too.”

   “I can’t, you’re supposed to be my employee.”

   “I haven’t signed anything yet,” Jessie said, turning around and leaning her upper half on the couch. Raising her rear into the air, she reached back and spread her ass cheeks to show her dripping pussy and blast out another fart. “This gassy cow is all yours.”

   Several seconds passed, with only the sound of Jessie’s gas spurting out and milk leaking onto the floor. Her ears perked up as she heard Jeb unclasp the buttons on his overalls. Moments later, she felt something slide up against her womanhood. Digging her hooves into the couch, she called out for him to begin.

   The entirety of Jeb’s cock filled Jessie’s vagina, forcing a loud moo from her mouth. With his hands holding onto her back fat, he began thrusting in and out of her at ever increasing speed. Each slap of his waist against her thick rear released a symphony of farts, moos, and moans from both of the bovine lovers. Shoving inside with one last powerful thrust, brought them both to a loud climax. Splattering semen and milk across the couch, the pair of them slumped down to rest.

   “I don’t know if that was a good idea,” Jeb said between exasperated breath, “but damn did it feel amazing.”

   “Want to take a few more BWOOOORRP tries to figure it out?” Jessie asked, reaching out and grasping his hoof.

   “Can’t hurt,” he replied, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her cheek.

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   “Everything’s all set,” Jeb announced, stepping into the driver’s seat of his truck and closing the door behind them.

  “Are you sure the workers are ready for the job?” Jessie asked, peeking out at the bull and cow people making their way to the barn.

   “Yeah, I made sure to get a concoction that wouldn’t have them fucking each other’s brains out.”

  Jessie put her hand on Jeb’s thigh. “I don’t think it’s a bad thing,” she said, waving the silver ring around her hoof. “Especially since it’s given the two of us a chance to be together. Soon to be three,” she added, running her free hand over her stomach.

   Leaning over to kiss his newlywed wife, Jeb hit the accelerator as they sped off towards their honeymoon.

[regdaran]

The Day Hell Came to Earth. Chapter one: The Shift.

Chapters: | 1 |  |       

Carth had always thought Joan was the laziest of the group, But skipping out on the first day of the new semester was an entirely new level of slacker. The bus pulled into place along the sidewalk. The three of them all boarded and waved their student passes at the driver. Of course Dominic and Hiela had to come along with him. The second he asked Hiela to take extra notes for class, she had grown suspicious. Hiela then in turn asked Dominic to take extra notes for their shared classes, this brought him into the ever continuing domino line. All of which led here, to the three of them trying to find Joan through his cell signal, finding he had boarded a bus at 6:30 in the damn morning, and then the three of them boarding a bus at 8:00 going the same direction.

"And you're sure that he's still right there?"  Dominic poked at Hiela's phone, the display flickering and cutting in and out.

"HEY! Watch what your doing! Ah! What did you do to my phone? Did you break it?"   Hiela was shaking her phone, despite knowing full well that wouldn't stabilize the screen.

"It's not just yours, mines on the fritz too."   Carth picked up his phone and showed the static that was displayed on the screen. All of their phones had been acting strangely for the last few days. According to the message boards on campus, it was caused by some error in the last big software update.

"To answer your question Dominic, I'm not sure. All I know is thats where his phone was the last two times I pinged it."  Hiela was a savant when it came to tech but with their phones problems effectively running interference, she was limited in what she could do. Honestly Carth was amazed that her phone was working at all.

     "What is he even doing at a construction site?"  asked Dominic as he adjusted his coat so he could sit down. The thing was a tall as he was, with so many pockets inside he could hold half his room in there. "I don't know."  Replied Hiela as she straightened her back pack. They weren't going to make it to class today, why in the world did she bring it? "Did he get a job or something? Why didn't he tell us?"  Dominic kept asking question after question. All of which were answered by "I don't know."  or "Why don't you ask HIM that when we get there?"  Carth could feel the rising irritation from the small woman next to him. He decided to intervene before Hiela killed Dominic. "Let's just focus on what we know for sure. We know he asked me to take note for him yesterday, so he had to have planned this. Aside from that, what do we know?"  Carth looked around at his friends, he really hoped that they weren't as clueless as he was. "I heard..." Dominic said. "That place is haunted. Actually, I think Joan is the one who told me about it."  Now that was lead. "He kept sayin somethin' about demons, or maybe it was monsters. Ya know, urban legends and stuff."  Both Carth and Hiela let out a pair of long, suffering sighs. All three of them had dealt with Joan's little obsession before. "What kind of fun does he find in chasing down these rumors anyway?"  

      The bus bounced as it hit something. There was a 'pop' and the driver was having to work hard to make sure that bus didn't tip over. The sound of metal scraping on asphalt was deafening. "HOLD ON!"  the driver yelled as the bus went into the sidewalk. The sound of rending metal and splintering plastics could be heard as it ground into the concrete next to the road. The bus ever so slowly came to a stop halfway off the road. "Shit! Is everyone okay?"  Dominic helped Carth get back to his feet. "What did we hit? A bear trap?"  Hiela dusted herself off and stepped out of the bus. "There she goes again. Come on Dominic."  The pair of friends followed Hiela out of the beached wreck that was once a bus. "Oh God!"  What they saw was horrific, a red smear led from  the bus to a lump of meat and bones. It was about the size of large dog and it was covered in bony protrusions. Carth was walking over to it before he knew what was going on.

"I-Is it dead?"  he heard Dominic ask.

     "I don't know, but I plan to find out. Hiela, call animal control. If this thi-"  Carth didn't finish his sentence for one very important reason. The thing that they hit had started to move. It got up and started to limp toward the bus. It looked even worse moving, like the love child of the chupacabra and a hyena. It was covered in a wrinkly mottled red hide. It was also almost completely bald, except for a stripe of brown fur down the middle of its head. That same head had twin horns pointing Carth. It's eyes fixed on him, and it started charging. "Oh CRAP!"  Halfway through it's charge. Its front legs gave out and it crashed into the ground in front of him. Dominic and Hiela came running beside Carth. Dominic reached into his coat and pulled out a knife of all things. The blade was nearly half a foot long, and one edge was serrated. Just as the thing was getting up again, there was a loud BANG, and its head caved in as the bullet passed through it. Everyone looked behind them to see the bus driver, still holding a handgun. "What? It was obviously rabid, just don't tell the cops that I had this thing alright. I'm getting out of here. They don't pay me enough to deal with crazy animals."  With that the driver and the few other people who were in the bus all walked toward the small building that served as a bus stop.

     "What the hell is this thing?"  Carth was crouched next to the dog like thing. "I don't know, but man is it nasty."  Dominic was poking at its side with his knife. "Are we going to talk about the fact you pulled out a weapon from your coat?"  Hiela was about 5 feet away from the pair of idiots who were messing with the monstrous thing. "Do you mean to tell me, that in that massive bag you take everywhere, you don't carry anything to defend yourself with?"  Dominic sounded absolutely confused. "Well, I have pepper spray."   Hiela said indignantly. Both Carth and Dominic looked at her in a way that said 'really?'. "Carth isn't carrying anything!"  In response Carth reached into his boots and pulled out a pair of 3 inch blades. "You were saying?" Hiela looked away out of embarrassment, she saw the people from the buss sitting down at the stop. "We should probably go, having to wait around for hours answering the police wouldn't be the most productive use of out time." That was something Carth definitely agreed with.  "Hiela, how far away are we from Joan?"  This time she was the one giving a look. "Wha- Oh. You can't be- Fine!"  Carth couldn't believe she was being a stickler on this! "How far are we from his phone?"  Hiela pulled out her phone and started swiping through one of the apps she had on it. "According to this ping, we are about a mile away... guess we should start walking..."  

      20 minutes and a lot of complaining from Dominic later, they arrived at the construction site. A concrete building, nearly four stories high, loomed before the group. There was trash all over the place as they entered. Old bottles of every shape, size, and color, were strewn about. Some had been smashed and sharp glass littered the floor in many places. There were signs that people had been living here, bed rolls and cardboard boxes were gathered in various corners on the first floor. Despite the lack of work done on the inside, the building was nearly finished. Though, the work of years had given the place a worn down feeling. "Hey Carth, why was this place abandoned again? It looks like solid construction, hell it's better than half the stuff on campus."  Carth set down the red stained cloth he had picked up. "I don't know, but I heard it was something about public outrage at where it was being built. I think the city council tore down a church or something to build this place."  Hiela rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a flashlight. Shining it at the two of them, she said. "Are you guys going to spout trivia all day, or are we going to find Joan? Come on, my phone says his phone is up."  With that she made for the stair well. When she opened the door, she was greeted by pile of bones high enough to mostly block the stairs. There where femers, tibia, hips, and skulls. All of which Carth recognised from his Anatomy classes. They were all human bones. There was a long silence before "Jesus Christ!"  came out of Dominic, who then singed the holy cross on his body. "Nope."  Hiela closed the door, turned around, and started for the fire escape that sat on the out side of the building. "Nope. Nu uh. Not today."  She climbed out the broken window next to the stairwell and then reached for the chain that connected to the pull ladder. Carth and Dominic joined her shortly, "Having a bit of trouble there shortstop?"  Hiela hatted being reminded of her height, or lack there of, And both Carth and Dominic knew it. The attempt at a joke seemed to highlight the horror of what they had just seen, instead of distracting from it. Then Dominic, in all his 6 feet of glory, pulled the chain and ladder down with one hand.

   The three of them were climbing the ladders and stairs that comprised the fire escape when they heard a blood curdling scream. Suddenly the whole building shook as an earthquake hit the area. A blast of lightning hit the roof of the building just as they were reaching the top of the final ladder. When any of them could see again, what they saw would stick with them for the rest of their lives. There was tear in the air, light was bending around the edge of it and a red barren landscape could be seen through it. They also saw Joan, holding a long bone dagger. Said dagger was also sticking out of the skull of someone belt over an object on the other side of the roof.

"What the HELL IS GOING ON!"  Yelled Dominic once again.

Joan turned around. "Oh crap! I can explain later. Right now I need your help killing this guy."  

[cavalier-life]

OC Interview - Lyorek

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same. (Tag as many as you wish)

I was tagged by: @melissagt (and I’m using Lyo at her request! :) )

Tagging: @avashnea  and anyone else who’d like to participate. I admit I’m getting to this super late! 

1. What is your name?

"Lord Lyorek, if we’re being formal.” He flashes a quick grin, settling back into a boneless sprawl on the chair he’s draped himself over like a predatory cat. “I prefer Lyo, however.”

2. Do you know why are you named that?

"I wasn’t consulted, I’m afraid, as I was just a baby. But my mother chose it... it’s a family name.”

3. Are you single or taken?

Red-gold eyes flicker away briefly before returning to fix upon you. The smile widens a fraction, and the tip of his tongue brushes over his lower lip in a fleeting caress. “I enjoy both taking -and- being taken... whichever option is called for. If you’re thinking that’s not precisely an answer... you’re correct. Just the same, it’s the only one you’re going to receive.”

4. Have any abilities or powers?

"Of course. I’m a Sith Lord. Comes with the territory. I also can do this thing with my tongue...” He leans forward and elaborates in a whisper. The elaboration takes some time, and is incredibly anatomically graphic.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"I would have known how to answer if you’d told me to stop doing Mary Sue,” he replies lazily, then mouths an emphatic and overly dramatic NO. “But as you didn’t, I’ll just tell you to move on, for your own good.”

6. What’s your eye color?

He widens his eyes helpfully, blinking once slowly. “Glorious, aren’t they? Crimson and gold. Like fire, I’ve been told, and it’s a fair comparison.”

7. How about your hair color?

The Zabrak chuckles, running one silk gloved hand over the sleek curve of his hairless head between the protrusions of his small horns. “Also glorious.”

8. Have any family members?

He’s silent for a moment, and the leg he’s been swinging idly that is hooked over the arm of the chair goes still, and then resumes movement. “I lost contact with them long ago. Next question.”

9. Oh? How about pets?

“I’m not much of a pet person. It’s hard enough to take care of myself.”

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now, tell me something you don’t like?

"Boredom. Interminable translation work. Gizkas. Abstinence. Sewers. Vegetables.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

That unyielding gaze becomes somehow even more intense, and his smile manages to go from merely inviting to incredibly suggestive. “I like sex.”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"Absolutely.”

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

"Quite a few people. But they were -all- bad.” He laughs for a while at this one. “Think of me as a philanthropist. But with murder.”

14. What kind of animal are you?

“Darth Nox says I’m the most useless creature in the galaxy. She hasn’t elaborated which creature that is, so I suppose it’s just a Lyo. But Jaxan says I’m a cat, and I prefer his viewpoint to hers.”

15. Name your worst habits?

"I’m a perfectionist. In certain things.” The gleam in his eye infers a dirty meaning, but then he adds more blandly, “And I like very expensive fabrics.”

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Our illustrious Empress.” His expression shifts from mocking to serious for a moment. “I mean it. She wants the best for the Alliance, and for the Empire as well. She is powerful but not pointlessly vicious because of it.. I admire that. Even if I don’t have that luxury myself.”

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

"I’m difficult to label.” He stretches, letting his head fall back for a moment. “I’m not straight. I’m not gay. I don’t feel bi really encompasses everything, for me. Aliens don’t always fit into human ideas of such things.” The smile returns, creeping slowly over his lips, reaching his eyes and filling them with amusement. “I am always open to new experiences.”

18. Do you go to school?

"Working with Nox is like being chained to a library desk for the rest of your life, basically.”

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"No.”

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

"What’s not to love? I’ll sign any body part you’d like.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

"Darth Nox, like any sensible person would be. Don’t be deceived by her appearance. She’s ten starving rancors hidden in a tiny, sweet looking flesh suit.”

22. What do you usually wear?

“Silk. The more expensive, the better. Robes, pants.. what can I say? I embrace the Sith Menacing Look completely. It suits me.”

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

"Meat. Raw.”

24. Am I annoying to you?

"Not at all. You could sit a little closer, if you wanted. I’ll only bite if you want me to...”

25. Well, it’s still not over!

"My favorite words.”

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

"Sith are in a class by themselves. Even if I’m not the most powerful.. I’m still a Sith, and that puts me above everyone else by default.”

27. How many friends do you have?

"The galaxy is my friend circle. But my closest friend is Theron Shan.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"People seem to enjoy it. It’s not for me.”

29. Favorite drink?

"One that I’m not paying for.”

30. What’s your favorite place?

"Clubbing on Nar Shaddaa. You meet the most interesting people, and it’s a crush of bodies, dancing, letting go, being free.... it’s amazing.”

31. Are you interested in anyone?

His smile softens briefly and the relentless charm offensive eases into what seems to be a moment of real emotion. “Jaxan. He’s the easiest person to be around that I’ve ever met. Since he joined the Alliance, we’ve spent most of our time together. It’s been... very different, for me.”

32. That was a stupid question…

"Not the worst one that I’ve ever heard.”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

"Yes.”

34. What’s your type?

"There’s beauty in everyone, if you know where to look.” The playboy grin returns as if it’d never disappeared. “I don’t really have a type. I love everyone.”

35. Any fetishes?

“A few, but I’m not as kinky as people probably imagine. I’m just pretty game to try anything, if my partner is into it. More fun if everyone’s getting what they need out of it.. and I’m all about the experience.”

36. Camping or outdoors?

“Is this tied to the previous question? Because... if so.. both. If it’s not about sex... well.. I don’t like to sleep outside unless I have to. My bed’s a lot more comfortable.”

[zamiihands]

Rekindled Sparks: Chapter 1

((After months and months, finally the first chapter of my first fanfiction is here! I hope you guys like it, and thanks to @transformersimagines and @yourbesttrashcan for helping bring this to life! And please keep in mind, this is my first fanfiction ever, so it might not be the best thing ever. anyway, On to the fic!))

In the back of a Nesterfield High School Bus, a girl in a red dress and pink sweatpants put on her wireless headphones. She’s the first one on the bus, and she barely notices as other students slowly filled in the other seats. Her slightly overstuffed backpack sat beside her, blocking the aisle and shielding her from unwanted people sitting beside her. She unzips her backpack and pulls out her Ipad, Undoing the hard plastic covering around the front that protected the touch screen. With all students boarded, the bus starts up with a shudder and heads away from the school as she flicks up the protector and folds it onto the back. A quick press of the home button awakened the device from sleep mode and revealed numerous missed video chat notifications, all from within the past 4 minutes. She smiled lightly and unlocked it with her passcode just as another video chat request came in. She hit the ‘Answer’ button, a video feed of another girl with short blond hair and a spring green hoodie appeared on the screen. The other girl wore a pair of frog themed headphones and an impatient but playful pout on her face

“Ameliaaaaaa!” She whined “Where have you been!? I’ve been calling for AGES!!!!” 

Amelia let a small chuckle escape her lips “Sorry Chloe, I had to finish some homework. Hopefully you weren't too torn about my absence.” 

“Don't worry! I know how important your grades and all that stuff are to you! The great, responsible smartypants!!!” She struck a mock stoic pose before returning to her usual gleeful demeanor “So how was your day?” 

Amelia shrugged “Pretty good. Nothing too extraordinary…Her face brightened all the sudden “Oh! That reminds me…” She went into her backpack again and rummaged through the contents “I got something in robotics that I wanted to show you…Ah! Here it is!” She pulled out a crumpled piece of pink paper with big bold letters on the top. She held it up to the camera so her friend on the other end could read it. 

Chloe leaned a little closer so she could get a better look at the screen. “Spark’s 10th Annual Teen Robotics Competition…Open to ages 13-19….. Oooh! $200 cash prize! That sounds pretty neat! I’m guessing you’ll be entering?” 

She nodded and folded up the paper before pocketing it. “Probably! I’ve yet to get my mother’s permission to participate, but seeing as how excited she is about my interest in machines, It’s a near certainty. However, if I’m going to succeed, It would probably be best for me to work with a partner…” 

Chloe smiled a little bit, “Are you asking me to be your partner?” 

“Well, the paper does say they allow tag teams, and you are better at writing reports than me…” She mused aloud “and seeing as how we’ve worked on many different things like this, we could make an amazing team! How about it? We could even split the prize money if we win!”

“You had me at ‘tag teams’! I’m IN!” Chloe’s eyes lit up excitedly “When’re we going to start?” 

“Great! I’ve already got an idea drawn out so, all we need to do is-” 

“Amelia, your stop.” A kid sitting behind her leaned forward to poke her shoulder and get her attention

“Hm? Oh! Right! Thank you!” She zipped up her backpack and slipped it on before picking up the tablet and saying one final thing as she walked off the bus “Listen, I gotta get off now but meet me at the entrance to the pine woods near my house in 30 minutes, I’m sure we can find the parts we need in there!”

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The metal detector let out a series of soft, steady beeps as the two girls walked deeper into the woods. The sound of the items in their “adventure backpacks” and the soft sound of grass and leaves beneath their feet were the only other sounds (besides the metal detector) that they could hear. Chloe started to hum as she walked behind Amelia, who had her eyes glued to the small display on the device. The tall, towering pine trees didn’t drop many needles at this time of year, so there wasn’t much they could possibly trip or slip on. 

Chloe looked forwards towards her friend, “So… What exactly are we looking for out here?” She pondered aloud “I know we’re looking for parts to use for our project… But why are we looking in the woods of all places?” 

Amelia kept her eyes on the machine as she listed off her explanations “One, junkyards don’t allow in kids below 18, Two, If we’re going to building a search and rescue robot like we agreed, It’ll need a dynamic but durable frame that can withstand fire and rusting” The two walked around a rock, the beeping slowly getting louder and faster paced as they walked. “The perfect candidate for this would be the steering axle from a 1969 Pontiac hardtop lemans. It has just the right length and density for-” She looked back at Chloe when she stopped hearing footsteps behind her. Chloe stood there, a bewildered expression on her face, not really comprehending what she was saying. Amelia sighed “There’s an old car graveyard somewhere near here that has a car in it with a part we need for the robot.” 

Comprehension dawned on her face “Oooooh. Okay!” She jogged to catch up with her friend, who had turned her attention back to the metal detector “What does the car look like?” She chirped.

 “It should be a faded yellow, probably with some ru-huh?” Amelia stopped dead in her tracks. The metal detector had started beeping wildly and making noises that she was pretty sure a metal detector shouldn’t make. “Hm? What’s up?” Chloe peeked over her shoulder to see what was happening as she swiveled it around, the noise getting louder and softer when she pointed it in certain directions. She followed the sound, the noises getting louder and more distorted until the tip of the thing ‘clanked against something in the ground. “Chloe can you hold this?” She knelt down and held out the metal detector for her blonde companion to take. Chloe obliged, taking it and hugging it close to her as Amelia used her right hand to brush away dirt from what was revealed to be a large, thick red metal plate. She brushed away the rest of the dirt from around it, picking it up carefully and blowing on it to remove any excess dust. She held it up to see it in the sunlight, also allowing Chloe to see what it was

“Woah…. It’s a…. Metal thingy!” She remarked 

“Too small to be a door… Too big for a gas cover… No rust…” Amelia said quietly to herself as she examined the metal plating she had found. She tilted her ear towards it and gave it two taps with her knuckles. “Doesn’t sound quite like steel….” As she continued to puzzle over the thing, Chloe looked up and noticed something a few feet away from them. 

“Hey, look!” She tapped her shoulder and pointed towards a trail of slightly charred similarly colored metal scraps that led off further into the woods. The girl who had been kneeling on the ground stood up, letting the piece of metal she had been holding drop to the ground. She stared blankly at the trail before snatching the metal detector out of Chloe’s hands and taking off, following the trail.

“Wha-” Chloe made a surprised noise and snatched up the metal piece Amelia had dropped. She stashed it in her backpack quickly before yelling out “A-Amelia! Wait for me!” and sprinting as fast as she could after her surprisingly speedy friend who was already a good couple yards away from her.

The backpack on Amelia’s back was heavy, but the adrenaline rush she was feeling and unrelenting curiosity kept her speeding forward. Chasing the sci-fi cookie crumb trail that fate had set before her. She had to find out what this was. She swerved around trees, hopped over rocks, using the metal detector to keep her on the right track when she couldn’t see the trail anymore. Chloe followed a few feet behind her, Taking the exact same route her friend did but shouted

“Wait for me!!” or something to the same effect every few minutes. She couldn’t understand how she was going so fast! Chloe had always been more physically fit than her! And while Amelia didn’t have terrible health, She was most certainly not a sports person. The only exercise she did were occasional walks outside when she needed to clear her head after getting frustrated or when Chloe dragged her over to the local park to catch bugs for her self-sustaining greenhouse, so this was unexpected!

Luckily, she soon came to a halt, allowing Chloe, almost out of breath and extremely tired, to catch up to her. As soon as she got close, she opened her mouth to sass her friend about leaving her behind and how they’re supposed to be a pair when she looked towards where Amelia was looking, and all the words simply vanished from her mind. In the center of a decently sized shallow crater was what appeared to be a huge, metal, head. The two stood motionless on the edge, silent, staring in awe and slight fear at what they were seeing.

Their pause was broken when Amelia said “I’m going to get a closer look” And walked over the edge of the crater, sliding down towards the strange thing. Chloe, never one to miss out on the action, followed after her. They soon reached the bottom of the crater and came face to face (quite literally) with the giant head, allowing them to get a better look at it.

The head was about 5ft tall, a little shorter than Amelia who stood at 5’4”, and, as they had seen at the top of the crater, entirely made of metal. Most of the cranium was covered with bright red plating that matched the color of the piece they found before, except for the face and horns. Yes, this thing had horns. Or was supposed to have horns, since one of the sharp, silvery metal protrusions appeared to have been broken off somehow. The face was made of a silvery alloy, similar in color to the horns. The features of the face, which included everything except a nose, were twisted in a gape-mouthed look of savage and primal rage that scared Chloe a little bit, exemplified by the immense amounts of scratching and burn marks all over the head itself.                             

“It’s so lifelike….” Chloe said as she knelt down in front of the face to get a better look at it, “Who do you think made it?” 

“Dunno…” Amelia replied, an amazed daze clouding her voice. She walked around the head, running her fingers along the red surface of the cool, dirty metal. The air around them seemed to buzz with energy, like someone had dispersed static into the air around them. Once Amelia reached where her friend was crouching Chloe got up and looked at her,

“So… What do we do now?” she asked.

Amelia looked her in the eyes, burning curiousity and excitement lighting them up like sparklers “Chloe, I think we’ve just found our project for the robotics fair!~” She beamed, putting an arm around her and sweeping her other arm towards the head. “Now, help me get this thing back to my workshop” She ran to one side of the head, grabbing near the bottom and waiting for Chloe.

Chloe gave one unsure look to the face of their find before shaking the thought out of her head, “Righty-o!” she chirped, going to the side paralell to Amelia and helping her lift it. After all, It was just another robot thing-a-ma-jig! Another doohickey they found and worked together to restore. Sure it looked weird, but they were just two teens from Nebraska! They wouldn’t be the ones to do anything special…..

Right?

[artschoolbear]

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Berserker

My dearest Eydis, I’m taking your advice finally and keeping a journal while I embark on my Trials. Perhaps it’ll help ease the loneliness of not being with you or at the very least give me something to talk to when I’m by myself. I know I only left home a fortnight ago but I miss you dearly and while I don’t want you to be sad, I hope you miss me too.

Who am I kidding? I know you miss me. We’ve been together since we were children - of course we miss each other. We haven’t slept apart since our wedding and my bedroll is empty and cold without you. I am just happy that I won’t have to go through what you’re experiencing - thank the ancestors that you’re a healer and your trials are home based. I hope you keep me in your mind and know that I will be home as soon as I can, or you can meet me somewhere if I’m simply taking too long for you.

In keeping with the spirit of taking your advice I’ll make the best of my time on this Trial. I’ll even attempt to make new friends, despite how big of a “grump” I am - your words not mine.

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My tattoos glowed last night while I was lying under the stars waiting for sleep.I hope whoever you were healing is alright - they glowed for a long time and fairly bright with that pink twinge that makes me know it’s you. You’re getting better every time, the glow feels different now than it did when we first bonded. Maybe that’s just time - but I think it’s because we’re both progressing in our skills. I know it felt different after you passed your trials, warmer and more confident.

I’m excited to see if yours feel different once my trials are over.

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It’s so damn hot down here - I didn’t even think about it when I left home but shit, I don’t know how people live in this heat. I’m tempted to cut all my hair off if I didn’t know that Gerd would be pissed at me for the rest of their life. I’ve already stripped down to my undershirt but I’m just not willing to lose anymore armor or layers. Too naked down here in territory that’s not mine.

The map I have says that soon I’ll be passing through Machinist Territory - which should prove to be interesting. These are the people who provide all the machines throughout Cineal (sin-e-all) - they’re the ones who came up with the sky ships that come to port at the docks at home - they’re sure to fascinating people. I’ve seen some, on my way there - you can tell them from afar. Mostly because they all come bearing these huge backpacks with all manner of tools falling out. I don’t know where they keep anything else.

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Machinist Territory boils down to empty plains with a great city rising out of the middle of it all. It’s the only thing interrupting the horizon besides two Mage Towers equidistant apart from the city. It’s the biggest city I’ve ever seen that isn’t high above the clouds. The streets are packed with people and machines - giant machines with spindly legs and fat bodies circulate the city, spraying a mist down on the people below it, to fight off the heat I’m told.

The woman at the food stall I stopped at smiled at me kindly, one eye making a clicking sound behind a metal casing. She had smooth, dark skin, a bald head, and a veil covering the lower half of her face. At the base of her throat was a white tattoo of a flowery, flowing symbol that I recognized from other people and machines - I imagined it spoke of alliances within the faction. Both of her arms were made of beautifully twisted and welded metal and she recommended an inn to me where the staff speaks common. She told me this in accented common and reverted back to Machine Language when another customer approached.

Common doesn’t fit as comfortably on my tongue as I wish it did - it’s such a mosh of all Cineal’s languages, I trip on the softer parts. Mahan (ma-han) is such a heavy language, hard and almost harsh against other languages, especially against Machine Language - which barely sounds like words at all it’s so flighty. But some of the Machinists speak common and for that I’m thankful.

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Leaving the Faction Territory was bitter sweet - a family traveled with me to the gate where they were picking up parts and exchanging things.

The fathers were so sweet - one had brought with him the most delicious dried fruit strip things? I’m not entirely sure what they were but they were delicious. He grew the fruit himself. I never think of Machinists as anything but builders but of course, they have farmers and weavers and everything else. I’ve learned so much here.The other one was making little mechanical animals for his children - of which they had three. All of them with us - the tiniest one claimed she’d never see so much hair as I have and took to braiding it whenever she could. She fell asleep in it one evening around the fire and I nearly cried, it was so cute.

Saying goodbye to them made me wish I had my trials in the Territory, these are people who I would love to help if I could. The eldest gave me a pack of fruit, a carved totem that looked like something that I believe is supposed to be a bear, and a hug.

(pause)

Eydis, I think we should have children. It seems to me that all little ones need, really, is huge supplies of love - and we have that. You would be a great mother and, to brag, I think I would too.

I miss you so much Eydis.

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My axes cleave the beast before me in two; it falls into a pool of its own blood with me hunched and panting before its lifeless body. There’s blood on my face - not mine - and on my hands - some of it is mine. I stand up straight, hostler my weapons and go to inspect it closer. It’s horns are that of a ram - huge and curled - and it has hooves but that’s about where the similarities to a recognizable creature end. It has more mouths than any creature should - one on its stomach, another at the back of its head - and a great eyeball on its back surrounded by bone like protrusions.

Whatever this thing it’s not natural.

It oozes, as if it’s constantly melting, leaving a trail of colorless slime behind creating a trail winding deep into the foods from which is emerged.

Forgive me Eydis, I think I have found my trial and I think it will take me longer than I had hoped.

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“It’s times like this that I miss my wife, and by ‘times like this’ I mean always.”

“Run. Now. I’ll distract them, but you have to run.”

“Don’t fear for me - I have two axes; it has none. Clearly, I’ll win - axes don’t lie.”

“My name is Ylva, and it’s clear that you need me.”

“Have no fear, Ylva is here! And I think we need to start running!”

“Oh, what the fuck is that thing?”

“Oz, it’s a good thing you have that shield, because your aim is just awful.”