#floppy hair big smile HAIRY LEGS

[anonymouspuzzler]

silly little doodle page i've been chipping away at the past few months! what if Habits in an Outfits...

Original reference links for: Emoticon T-Shirt | Sheer Daisy Shirt | Fluffy Coat | Lily Sweater | Foopball Sweatshirt | Coat & Beret Outfit | Hairy Jewish Guy Hooters

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Image ID: A full page, black-and-white, digital ink drawing of Boris Habit from the game Smile For Me, wearing various outfits. There is an off-white paper texture in the background. Going roughly clockwise from the top left corner, the drawings are as follows:

A full-body drawing with an outfit consisting of a knee-length dress with a pointed collar and pleated skirt, a loose striped tie, a long open coat with a pointed collar and trim along the collar and inner edges, knee-length socks, Mary Jane style shoes, and a beret with a pom-pom. Habit's hair is tied up in a loose bun, with his bangs loose. He is smiling and looking off to the side, posing with one arm to the side and the other holding up a lily, one leg crossed over the other as if mid-twirl.

A half-body drawing (from roughly hips up) with an outfit consisting of dark pants, a turtleneck sweater with a large lily flower and stem embroidered on the front, and a kitted hat with a large pom-pom. Habit's hair is loose under the hat and he is standing with his hands in his pockets, looking off to the side with a casual expression.

A half-body drawing (from roughly hips up) with an outfit consisting of dark pants and a sheer, long-sleeved blouse with a frilly collar and cuffs, and embroidered daisies patterned all over. Habit's hair is down and has a flower tucked behind one ear. He stands with his hands braced in front of him as if leaning against a counter or table, and he is looking off to the side and winking with a goofy grin.

A half-body drawing (from roughly stomach up) with an outfit consisting of a low-cut shirt, a dark collared blazer, and a long simple scarf. Habit's hair is also braided, with the bangs loose. A bit of chest hair is visible over the collar of the shirt. There is wind blowing in his face, sending the braid and scarf blowing back behind him. He is braced against the wind with his eyes closed and a big goofy grin with his tongue sticking out.

Two three-quarters-body drawings (from roughly knees up) showing the same outfit from the front and back. The front view shows Habit leaning back as if sitting on a surface, with a wink and goofy grin with his tongue sticking out. He is wearing jeans and a t-shirt with a large, sideways winking emoticon printed on the front. His hair is down. The back view shows him standing with left arm to his side, pulling his hair over his right shoulder, revealing the same shirt with a sideways surprised emoticon printed on the back.

A half-body drawing (from roughly hips up) with an outfit consisting of a blouse with elbow-length sleeves and a Peter Pan-style collar with scalloped trim, a loose, sleeveless flower-pattern top over it, round sunglasses, and a large floppy sunhat with flowers lining the brim. Habit's hair is loose under the hat, and his mouth is open as if in the middle of talking. He has one hand roughly at his hip, and the other is holding up a glass with an icy drink and a little paper umbrella decoration.

A three-quarters-body drawing (from roughly knees up) with an outfit consisting of a sleeveless collared blouse, jeans, a belt with a square buckle, and a small ascot tied around Habit's neck. His hair is tied in a ponytail while his bangs are loose. His hands are held behind his back and he looks off to the side with his mouth slightly open, as if in the middle of talking.

A half-body drawing (from roughly stomach up) with an outfit consisting of a frilly, off-the-shoulder, flower-patterned blouse that is tied into a bow on the back. Habit is slouched forward over a table or counter with his head peeking out over his folded, hairy arms, with his loose hair spilling forward. He is looking up curiously, sticking his tongue out.

A three-quarters-body drawing (from roughly knees up) with an outfit consisting of jeans and a printed sweatshirt with a graphic of a football, reading above the graphic "FOOPBALL", and below, "AMERICA'S SPORNT". Habit's hair is tied back in a ponytail with his bangs loose. He is giving double thumbs-up and has a silly expression with dot eyes and a big, open-mouthed smile.

A half-body drawing (from roughly stomach up) with an outfit consisting of a dark, baggy top slipping off Habit's shoulder, as seen from behind. Habit's hair is tied up in a big, sloppy bun with the bangs loose, and he has very light, patchy stubble on his face. He is looking off to the side with a sleepy expression, as if he's just woken up.

A full-body drawing with an outfit consisting of a long, open coat with thick frilly trim along all the edges, a low-cut top tucked into flower-patterned bell-bottom pants, and chunky platform boots. Habit's hair is tied up in a messy bun with the bangs loose, and he is wearing round sunglasses. A bit of chest hair is visible over the edge of the low-cut top. His legs are crossed and one arm is swinging behind him as if he's in the middle of dancing, and he is smiling wide with a little cat-mouth grin.

A small drawing of the puppet Habit. He is seen from behind with his hair tied in a ponytail, looking up and smiling wide.

A three-quarters-body drawing (from roughly thighs up) with an outfit consisting of very short, roughly cropped jorts and a similarly roughly-cropped tank top reading "HAIRY JEWISH GUY HOOTERS", with the last word being the Hooters restaurant logo. Habit's hair is down and quite a bit of body hair is visible on his arms, tummy, and chest. He is posing with one hand on his hip and the other in a V-sign, leaning forwards, with a silly expression with dot eyes and a big, open-mouthed smile.

A full-body drawing (from roughly ankles up) with an outfit consisting of denim overalls with cuffed legs, and a ringer-neck t-shirt with cuffed sleeves. Habit's hair is tied back in a ponytail and he looks off to the side with a neutral expression, standing with one hand at his side and the other at his hip.

A full-body drawing (from roughly ankles up) with an outfit consisting of roughly-cropped jorts and a spaghetti-strap tank top. Habit's hair is tied up in a ponytail, and he is also wearing simple round stud earrings. He is seen from behind mid-walk, one hand on his hip, leaning his head back to look over his shoulder with a big smile.

A small drawing of the puppet Habit. He is sitting on the ground with his hands splayed at his sides, wearing round sunglasses with frames that makes them resemble flowers.

End ID.

[patriciasage]

Dawn Patrol

Author: Patricia_Sage

Fandom: The Adventure Zone - Balance

Summary:

Magnus blushes and he looks at Taako with stars in his eyes. He looks at Taako the way Barry probably looks at Lup. And Barry realizes how fucking stupid he’s been.

[a Stolen Century story - Barry thinks Magnus is flirting with Lup. He's wrong.]

posted in full under the break but you can find me on A03!!

Barry Bluejeans has a crush on Lup the moment he sees her on his first day with the I.P.R.E., but he falls completely and permanently in love with her around Cycle 10.

He speaks the mongoose language with her and Taako like they’re a secret club, and her soft, mischievous smile makes his heart flutter. Barry and Lup combine their expertise of science and arcana, respectively, staying up late into the night drawing diagrams on the Starblaster’s wall. She tells him about her childhood, about how she views the world. She’s vulgar, bold, impulsive, but also incredibly soft and sweet. She remembers what he likes and doesn't like to eat. They play fetch together in Puppy Town and that’s the first time Barry imagines her as his wife. He tells his brain to slow the fuck down; they’ve only known each other for a decade.

When Taako dies for his first time in Cycle 12, Lup prefers to spend nights with Barry in his lab, curled up in his desk chair. Barry gladly provides his company and cozy blankets to her in solace, and she barely leaves his side that year. It’s nice to spend so much time with her, but it also hurts him to see her so sad and trying so hard to hide it. When Taako materializes next to her on the deck as they speed away from another consumed world, she hugs her twin for at least two full minutes, and Barry resolves to do his best to protect her…and protect her heart.

Barry thinks he might have a chance. After all, they are a crew of seven, and one of them is her brother. He figures that Lup might want him, even if it’s just for a night (and although he wants more with her, so much more, he would take anything she offers). But it seems he’s not the only one carrying a flame for Lup.

Magnus Burnsides is a huge, handsome, kind young man who has never half-assed anything in his life. So, when he begins to flirt with Lup it’s pretty obvious. He’s constantly showing off, doing ridiculous and dangerous things to impress her. He attempts to learn more about elf culture and magic, talking animatedly to Lup and Taako while they cook supper. He’s courteous, charming, and brave in ways that Barry could never mold himself.

Magnus also notices how Taako’s death affected his sister, and he seems to make the same resolution as Barry. From that day forward, Magnus always has Taako’s back, even going so far as to put himself in danger to protect the wizard. In Cycle 16, Taako is retrieving the Light of Creation and sets off a trap. Before Barry can even react, Magnus leaps forward and pushes the elf out of the way. Magnus is impaled by six spears. When the fighter appears on the Starblaster with his signature black eye months later, Taako punches him hard in the arm. “Don’t do that again, you big idiot!” There's a stone in Barry's stomach as Lup kisses Magnus on the cheek and quietly thanks him.

Compared to Magnus, Barry feels small and boring and incapable.

It’s not even possible to hate Magnus, though, because he’s so damn hospitable. Instead, Barry resigns himself to the fact that Lup will likely choose the fighter over him. He enjoys her company, tries to keep everyone out of trouble, and finds contentment in this seemingly endless time with his new family.

The Beach World on Cycle 21 is a welcome reprieve. They find the light very early and everyone just relaxes for once. Even Merle enjoys himself as he recovers in the med bay; the others visit him often and begrudgingly help him work on his book of poetry. Davenport practices self-care, Lucretia gets lost in her art, and Taako learns how to surf. But things aren’t too leisurely because Magnus decides he’s going to “train” them to be ready for surprise attacks.

Barry is sitting on the beach next to Lup one hot morning. She’s lying on her back on their beach blanket with a large, floppy hat covering her eyes. She’s resting her arms under her head, telling Barry about a festival her aunt took her to when she was a kid. Barry is trying very hard not to be completely distracted by the sight of her armpit hair, her stylish bathing suit, and her beautiful, brown skin shining in the sun. Barry, in contrast, is sitting under a huge umbrella, wearing a white T-shirt, jean shorts, and a thick layer of sunscreen.

Suddenly, a huge shadow covers the sun and a loud voice shouts, “Magnus!”

Barry yelps and drops his glass of lemonade on the blanket. Magnus sinks to his knees in the sand so he’s eye-to-eye with the scientist. “You gotta be ready, Bluejeans. Anywhere, anytime.” He smiles over Barry’s shoulder. “I didn’t get you at all, did I?”

Lup has lifted up her hat a little to look at them, but her relaxed position is unchanged, unbothered. She smirks, “You’re going to have to do better than that, Burnsides.”

Magnus winks. “Challenge accepted.” Barry feels like a jellyfish blob on the sand between them.

And then Magnus takes off his shirt.

It takes all of Barry’s self-control not to throw himself into the ocean and let himself drown. Magnus has these ridiculous broad shoulders, an even patch of hair across his chest, and his stomach protrudes over his waistband only slightly in that sexy way. His skin is browned and freckled from long days in the sun and his ridiculous biceps flex as he throws his shirt on the blanket next to them. Barry, in contrast, is a pale potato of a man.

He’s ready to get up and leave them to their flirting when Magnus speaks up. “Well, see ya later!”

Magnus hands Barry his now empty lemonade glass and then stands up, brushing sand off of his hairy legs. He sprints across the beach until he’s met with the resistance of the water, making a huge splash. “Hey! Taako!”

Caught up in conversation with Lup, Barry had forgotten about the wizard. Taako is sitting on his surfboard, floating on large but gentle waves about thirty feet away from shore. He’s retying his long blonde hair up into a messy bun. “Hey, big guy. What’s crackin?”

“Just doing some training, you know?”

“Yeah, you got Barry good.”

“How’s surfing today?”

“It’s going off. I’ve only been in the soup a few times but that was early in the morning. Dawn patrol, am I right?”

Magnus laughs. “Yeah, for sure.” Taako has been almost creating his own language at this point.

Beside Barry, Lup snorts. “What the fuck does that even mean?” she says. “Magnus shouldn’t encourage him like that but, eh, you know how he is with Taako.”

“How he –” Barry looks back over at the fighter and it’s like a crisp breath of air enters his lungs. Magnus has sat himself on the sand with his feet in the water. He rests his chin on his hand and watches Taako prepare to carve another wave. Magnus cheers when the wizard stands on the board and laughs when Taako falls into the water. Taako’s long hair is out of its bounds again, cascading over his bare, dark shoulders. As he climbs onto his surfboard, he flips Magnus off. Magnus blushes.

Magnus blushes and he looks at Taako with stars in his eyes. He looks at Taako the way Barry probably looks at Lup. And Barry realizes how fucking stupid he’s been.

Magnus hasn’t been flirting with Lup. Barry has only seen him flirt when they’re both with Lup and Lup is with Taako. And Barry was so immersed in his own insecurity that he didn’t stop to actually observe what was going on around him. Some scientist he is.

At the end of the day, Barry watches Magnus offer to carry Taako’s surfboard back to the cabin. Taako, forever dramatic, convinces Magnus to carry him back as well. It doesn’t take much convincing. Barry looks at Magnus’s pleased and flustered expression with Taako latched onto his back, complaining, and Barry internally ridicules himself for being so dense.

A few days later, Barry asks Taako to teach him to swim. They work on it every morning for a few weeks. It’s brutal in the beginning – Barry flounders whenever he tries to go horizontal and Taako has a tendency to point and laugh rather than help. But they both get better at it and soon they have an amicable and productive routine. Barry goes from indiscriminately splashing to a solid doggy paddle to an almost front crawl. And Taako claps and coos at him like a proud mother.

On the last day of their morning swimming lessons, Barry thanks him and gets up the courage to have an honest discussion. “There have been times where I haven’t been able to hang out with everybody because y’all go swimming and there are times where there’s people I, like, you know, want to hang out with and I just haven’t been able to do it and that’s not a good look and it makes me look like a big nerd and I um… It’s just that— I just, like— I don’t know. It’s… Never mind, it’s stupid. Thanks for teaching me how to swim.”

“Who are you afraid of looking silly in front of?” Taako asks. They’re both standing waist-deep in the water and Barry tries to make his anxiety dissolve. Taako’s approval means the absolute world in this situation.

“I look up to Lup a lot…” he admits.

And Taako is graciously chill. He places his hand on the scientists’ shoulder comfortingly and speaks with rare seriousness. “Barry, you’re locked in and this wave’s crashing all around you, my man, and I— I don’t begrudge you anything. You know, we’ve lost a lot, uh, and there’s a lot more we might lose...but the one thing we do have is the thing that people in love rarely ever have enough of – and it’s time.” This is a side to Taako that he doesn’t show often, someone genuine and wise and openly affectionate.

The wizard’s words echo in his head often – “You got all the time in the world, my man.”

Barry is feeling relieved and grateful as he walks from the beach that day with his sunhat on. Lup will tease him about his sunburn but it will be worth it to be able to swim with her. As he reaches the part of the beach where sand transforms into foliage, something stops him in his trek – the sight of a hulking figure sitting on a rock. It’s Magnus. “Is this another training thing?” Barry asks cautiously as he approaches.

Magnus doesn’t look up. He seems dejected. “No, it’s not. I’m just thinking.”

“Um,” Barry fidgets with the string on his swim trunks. “You alright? What’s going on?”

“I dunno, you tell me, Barry!” Magnus says, gesticulating with his large hands. “What’s going on with these morning swimming sessions?”

Magnus looks disappointed and self-conscious; a combination Barry is very familiar with. He has to remind himself to close his mouth.

Magnus Burnsides is jealous of Barry Bluejeans.

Barry begins to laugh. This just makes Magnus’s cheeks turn red and his eyebrows furrow even more. “Fine, okay, you don’t need to –”

“No, no,” Barry interrupts, approaching the fighter. He places his hand on Magnus’s huge bicep. “Magnus, I don’t know how to - … Okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’m not worried. You’re a good guy. It’s fine. I just thought that maybe…” Magnus shakes his head, and his expression clears. “I asked him if he could teach me to surf and he said he was too busy teaching you to swim so I guess I was just disappointed because I really wanted to…learn how to surf.”

“Magnus. Taako doesn’t want to…swim with me. And I only asked Taako to teach me because I wanted to swim with Lup.” Magnus looks up at him with hopeful dark eyes. “I really want to swim with Lup. I think I want to swim with Lup for the rest of my life.” Barry chuckles. “For a long time, I thought you wanted to swim with Lup!”

Magnus lets out a startled laugh of his own. “No, I… I want to, uh, swim with Taako. But I’m not sure he wants to swim with me.”

“Well, he doesn’t want to swim with old Barry, that’s for sure.” Barry shrugs. “I can ask Lup, maybe? She’ll know.”

Magnus stands up from the rock. His shoulders are relaxed now. “No, it’s okay. I think he needs more time. I’ll ask him myself one day.”

The Beach World is a gift they didn’t know they needed. They grow closer as a family. Lucretia commemorates it through portraiture. Lup and Taako continue to be firecrackers, burning bright, loud, and dangerous. And Barry and Magnus continue to stare with stars in their eyes.

Merle, Lucretia, and Davenport make bets.

In Cycle 25, Merle wins.

[dougtfs]

The last step of the transformation ritual was to drink musclebull milk – but when he showed up, Danny looked upset.

“I spilled it all!” he confessed. “Where are we going to get more?”

The spell was supposed to turn us into werewolves, but without the last ingredient, we couldn’t complete it. I had to think fast.

“I think I have an idea,” I said. “But you’re not going to like it.”

“I’ll do anything,” he said. “I gotta be a werewolf. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Okay,” I said. “Get naked.”

He looked hesitant, but obeyed. I had a little bit of magic, not a lot, but enough that he trusted me. And feared me.

I started casting the spell, holding my hand out toward my naked scrawny friend. His body was thin and weak, hairless, clearly that of a nerd.

The changes began right away. Fur rippled down his back, growing over his shoulders, filling in down to his ass, which swirled with hair.

“Whoa, what’s happening to me?” he gasped. More fur grew in across his chest, thickening down his forearms and on his legs. He was getting really hairy now. It was short, not too shaggy, a smooth pelt across his whole body.

Next came the muscle. His ass plumped up first, pushing him down onto the bed on all fours. “Whoa!” he exclaimed, reaching back to feel his huge butt. It was so round, so thick, so strong. It looked absurd on his tiny dorky frame, but soon his thighs got big and thick too. They inflated like balloons, then his calves, then his feet got larger as well.

“What are you doooooing?” he moaned, rubbing his weird heavy bottom half. His voice cracked as his chest thickened, broadening along with his back to make a heavy muscular frame – and that’s when he realized.

“Wait, nooooo!” he exclaimed. “Don’t make me into a muscle buuuuuuull!” His voice was turning into a lowing, groaning animal’s, and it was then that his horns appeared. They jutted out from his forehead, heavy and thick but supported by his strong beastly neck. His ears grew out, floppy round and hairy, and his nose broadened and he bellowed.

“I’m sorry duuuuuude!” he mooed. “Don’t make me a buuuull!”

But it was too late to stop now. His furry body took on a spotted, mottled pattern, thick and cow-like. A tail shot out of his ass, swishing back and forth, and he groaned as he leaned forward on the bed.

And then the final change: his cock and balls. With a creak, His balls swelled up to absurd proportions, forcing his legs apart. They drooped heavy with semen, and his dick flopped obscenely toward his knees.

“I”m a fucking freak,” he moaned, “I look like a cow!”

“Like a bull,” I said, reaching between his legs to pump his cock. His eyes dulled, and I could tell his thoughts were leaking down to nothing.

“Whuuuut,” he said, “huhhhhh?”

I pumped faster, feeling his hardening dick in my hand, knowing his mind was clearing of any memory he had of his past life.

“Good bull,” I said, and he smiled stupidly. “Ready to come?”

“I’m gonna cuuuuum,” he said, his mouth slack, “oh fuck, feels so goooood!”

With that his balls spasmed, his dick jumped, and I felt the hot sticky semen shoot all over my hand, the bed, even the wall in front of him. He bellowed a long loud bull’s moo as he came, and I removed my hand to lick the semen.

It tasted sweet. That wasn’t right. A bull’s milk should be musky and earthy, but this was more like candy.

“Oh, fuck,” I said. I realized my mistake too late – it had to be natural bull milk, not a TFed bull. There’s no telling what this would turn me into.

I felt a twinge in my ears and spun around to look in the mirror. I could see them growing tall and furry, definitely not a werewolf’s. There was a prickle at my ass and a tail shot out of my pants – it was long, ropey, with a tassel on the end.

Danny laughed. I looked at him in a panic. “You look goooood, dude,” he said, watching me start to transform. “Gonna be a beast like me?”

I tried to answer him, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was “HEEE AAWWW!”

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[ecotone99]

[FN] Love Magic

The girl sat on a large rock at the bottom of the dune and surveyed the beach with a teenager’s hyper-critical eye. She had chosen her spot carefully, far enough from her parents to seem to not be with them, not so far that they would become concerned and decide to come closer. Why were parents so embarrassing?

A blistering sun seemed to have brought everyone out that day. Families with small children or babies, a few dogs and OMG, was that a cat? Oh, no, it was a little Chihuahua, nestled in the handbag of one of the beach babes with thongs and perfect bums pretending not to notice the boys just a few feet away. One of these days. She sighed, looking down at her body. At 14, she was still hopelessly flat-chested and skinny. She looked back and forth between the babies and the babes. From that, to that, in what her parents would call the blink of an eye. Bring it on, she thought, casually wishing her life away.

A movement just to her left caught her attention. An old couple lay on those short-legged beach loungers, reading. He was bald, his belly rising up from his ancient Speedos like a hairy crème caramel. Her belly was not as big as the man’s but when she shifted onto her back, the excess flesh spilled over the sides, obliterating what might have been her figure. She took off her floppy sunhat, revealing short wispy gray hair. They lay there contentedly reading, his hand reaching out every few moments to give her a short caress and her hand idly swatting his away like it was a fly. Aww, thought the girl in spite of herself, kind of cute.

The woman stood up and adjusted her swimsuit. "Just going for a swim darling" she said, "I won’t be long".

"Ok old girl, I’ll be here when you get back".

The girl watched the woman as she slowly walked the hundred meters or so to the swimming area. She entered the water gingerly before plunging under, resurfacing a few seconds later and breaking into a crawl, heading for the raft anchored out from the shore. She was nearly there when she suddenly stopped and shrieked. Well, squealed really; it didn’t sound too serious.

Instantly, the old man’s head snapped up. He struggled to his feet and with obvious difficulty, began to run.

As he ran, the sun glinted off his hairy grey chest and shoulders. As she watched, his stride became more powerful. Her mouth fell open in disbelief as she saw his leg muscles bulge, chest expand, shoulders straighten , his belly tighten. His blond hair streamed out behind him in the wind created by his speed. He hit the water running and with long powerful strokes, he reached his wife in no time at all, scooping her up and swimming her back effortlessly to shore. He rose from the water like an Adonis, still carrying her. Her long, tanned legs dangled from his arm. She had her arms around his neck, smiling up into his face, water streaming out of the thick dark hair that fell halfway down her back. He gently put her down and bent to whisper something in her ear and she laughed. Still laughing, they started back towards their loungers, engrossed in each other.

The girl closed her eyes, confused. When she opened them, the old couple were just settling comfortably again, back into their books. The woman reached over and touched her husband’s face.

"You’re still the best lover in the world, old chap".

The man just smiled and went back to idly stroking her thigh, she to idly swatting his hand away, as if it were a fly.

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[thej13579]

Sora La Bouff (KH/TPATF Semi-Twinning)

After succumbing to the Power of the Waking, Sora finds a new friend in Charlotte La Bouff. But he soon finds himself succumbing to her desires.

Here's a story that I had planned for a while. This is actually part of my two year anniversary since I started writing here. I originally planned to have this paired with an unrelated Charlotte La Bouff TG story, but I decided to make this story part of a trilogy that will be released throughout March so I scrapped the unrelated story.

If you have any constructive criticism and feedback, feel free to comment or reblog.

Falling.

The last thing Sora remembered before he began falling was Kairi and then nothing.

As he continued falling, Sora began to see shapes forming. The area was beginning to resemble less the everlasting void he was in and more of a city. There were lights all around and people were celebrating. For what, the Keyblade wielder didn’t know. As Sora gently floated to the floor, he could see a sign.

“New Orleans?”

The keyblade wielder began looking around. It was now daytime. The place seems friendly, lively and upbeat. There were no Heartless around, thankfully.

What he found was a mud puddle, or rather he found his face right in said puddle. Must’ve forgotten to pay attention to the environment around him. Sora struggled to get up, the mud was tracking all over his clothes, getting dirtier as he pulled himself up.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

Sora swept the mud out of his eyes to see a woman. She was wearing a pink flapper dress with a feather boa and a matching cloche hat. She looked fairly attractive with bright blond hair and a sweet smile on her face. Her hand extended towards the muddy teen.

“I’m fine,” Sora took the woman’s hand, allowing her to help him get up. “I dealt with worse. This is nothing to me.”

“Probably,” the woman shrugged. “But your clothes. They are so dirty.”

“It’s nothing,” Sora shrugged. “I can handle it.”

“Nonsense,” the pink-clad woman took Sora’s hand and began leading him down the road. “Muddy clothes are quite dreadful and you need a bath as well. You’re awfully filthy right now. We’ll get you all cleaned up at my house.”

As Sora was dragged through the city, the two approached a large house. They went inside and the Keyblade wielder could only look in awe at the fancy furniture and decorations throughout the area.

“That’s my place,” the woman said. “What do you think?”

“It seems like a nice place to live in,” Sora commented. “You’re rich, huh?”

“Yeah,” the woman nodded. “By the way, I never got your name.”

“I’m Sora,” the teen answered. “And you...”

“I’m Charlotte La Bouff,” the pink-clad woman answered back. “It’s nice to meet you, Sora. Now, let’s get you to my room.”

Charlotte wasted no time in dragging Sora over to her room. The Keyblade wielder was surprised at how girly it was. A large pink canopy bed, princess dolls and plushies filled Charlotte’s shelves alongside books of fairy tales and a wardrobe filled with princess dresses. It was a room fit for a princess… or more accurately, someone who adored princesses.

“Let’s find you something to wear.” Charlotte dashed over to her wardrobe and opened it up, allowing Sora to get a good look at the clothes on display.

“But the only clothes you have are…” It was then Sora put two and two together. “No. No way! I’m not wearing a dress!”

“It’s not all day,” Charlotte shrugged. “Just until your clothes are clean. I’ll arrange a maid to get those things all cleaned up. I doubt you want to wear these muddy clothes any longer than you have to.”

As much as Sora hated to admit it, he knew Charlotte was right. The mud on his clothes were starting to dry up, making them increasingly stiff and uncomfortable to wear. He may have to wear one of her dresses for the time being, but no one would have to see him in her clothes as far as he knew.

“I suppose I can borrow your clothes for a bit.”

“Wonderful!” Charlotte pointed to a nearby door. “The bathroom’s right here with everything you need. Knock when you’re done so I can give you your clothes. My clothes are too big for you, but I have some hand-me-downs that could fit you quite well. Toodles.”

Sora was quick to make his way into the bathroom. As the bathtub began to fill, he quickly took off his dirty clothes and went right into the tub.

He was quick to scrub off the dirt and any remnants of mud that got onto him personally. Cleaning himself up went smoothly even if he had to use Charlotte’s Berry Princessy shampoo and her Peachy Princess body wash in the process.

Sora looked down at his body as he dried himself off with a pink towel. He knew he was never a very hairy guy, but he noticed that all of his body hair had oddly disappeared while he was taking his bath. Maybe the Peachy Princess body wash was also some sort of that nair that he heard about?

“Probably not a big deal,” Sora stroked his leg. “But it’s still rather weird.”

Once he was done and completely dried, Sora ran up to the bathroom door and knocked on it.

“Um… I’m done.”

“Wonderful!” The door opened and Sora quickly found a bundle of clothes in his hands. “I bet these would simply make you look fabulous. Come out when you’re done.”

Charlotte quickly shut the door, leaving Sora alone with a bundle of her clothes. He set them down on a nearby dresser and went through each article of clothing: A pink bra and matching panties, a casual pink sundress, two-inch heels and a floppy sun hat to complete the ensemble.

Sora sighed. He knew he didn’t have a choice. He didn't have any spare clothes and the outfit Charlotte gave him is the only thing that could fit him at the moment.

It’s just clothes. It’s not like this was going to be permanent as far as Sora knew.

Besides, he had to admit that dress is kind of cute.

Once Sora was dressed, he turned to the bathroom mirror.

He had to admit that he looked better than he thought, but he still didn’t look great. His hair was spike-free from the bath he took earlier and it was covered by the sun hat. The dress fit fine on him, but he knew it was obviously meant for a woman; someone who had breasts and womanly hips, features Sora doesn’t have.

Sighing, Sora reluctantly left the bathroom, struggling not to trip in his heels. He couldn’t help but feel confused. He can jump buildings and he has light-speed reflexes. How is it that he can’t walk in these shoes?

When Sora stumbled out of the bathroom door, Charlotte was waiting for him. A smile crept up on her face.

“Oh, Sora,” Charlotte pulled the Keyblade wielder into a hug. “You look nice… what’s with the long face?”

“It’s just that I… feel silly.”

“Well, lucky for you, I know just the thing to fix that.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” Charlotte pushed Sora onto a chair and dragged it towards her vanity. “Nothing makes a girl feel pretty like a face full of makeup and I bet it’ll do wonders for you as well. Now then...”

All of a sudden, her hands were holding various makeup supplies - powder, lipstick, mascara, blush, a bunch of other things he doesn’t recognize at all.

“Let’s get you all dolled up.”

She descended on him like a hungry animal

An enormous cloud of face powder forms around him, making him cough and shut his eyes. Sora could hear Charlotte’s voice going a mile a minute as he felt various cosmetics being applied to his face.

“Those brows are too bushy and those lips need a little lipstick to be nice and kissable. I bet there are plenty of boys who would be dying to kiss you by the time we’re done. Oh-”

When he manages to open them again, he’s back in front of the mirror… and his face is now completely unrecognizable. Red lipstick has been applied to his lips, his eyelashes are longer and coated with mascara, he has subtle black eyeliner, his cheeks are pinker and his eyes are covered with blue eyeshadow. He looks down at his hands and his fingernails have been painted red and had extensions to boot. His ears even had pearl studs in them and his eyebrows were plucked into high, feminine arches. Completing the look was his hair which was styled exactly like Charlotte’s.

“What did I tell you,” Charlotte exclaims. “Don’t you look so much better with makeup?”

“I guess I do,” Sora admitted. While his body still looked a bit too masculine for the dress, his face looked beautiful. To him, it sort of looked like Barbie’s head and clothes were on Ken’s body.

“Now, since we still have plenty of time before your clothes are clean again, I think the two of us should have some nice tea together.”

Charlotte turned towards her bedroom door.

“Follow me.”

As the young woman proceeded to leave the bedroom, Sora looked down at his heels. He knew he didn’t want to trip and potentially injure himself, so he decided to emulate Charlotte’s movements as she could obviously walk in them without much trouble. He watched as Charlotte wiggled her hips and he could see her feet walking heel-to-toe. Sora proceeded to emulate both of those mannerisms and he found himself walking in heels with no trouble at all.

Sora quickly followed Charlotte down to the backyard patio where a butler was pouring some hot tea. He could feel a slight shiver as the wind gently passed through his hairless legs.

Charlotte quickly sat down, smoothing the skirt of her dress. Sora followed suit, taking care to follow Charlotte’s example. He didn’t want to wrinkle his dress. He knew Charlotte wouldn’t be too happy if he ran the risk of ruining it.

“You know, Sora,” Charlotte said. “Looking back on this whole thing, I feel like we developed a strong bond over these past few hours.”

“Really? I love making friends!”

“Well...” Charlotte nodded. “I feel like we’re more family.”

“I’m like a little brother to you?”

“More like a little sister,” Charlotte giggled. “After all, what little brother of mine wears dresses and makeup like you right now?”

“I suppose I do look the part. I look quite the girly girl, right?”

“Oh yes,” Charlotte nodded. “I can tell that you’re quite girly and I mean very, very girly. Why almost as girly as anyone can possibly be.”

“I’m not that girly,” Sora protested.

“But you are,” Charlotte rebutted. “I bet you love the dress that I let you borrow and don’t tell me that you weren’t smiling when I showed you the end result of your little makeover. I saw that.”

As much as Sora wanted to protest and as reluctant as he wanted to admit it, he knew Charlotte was right. He did like the dress Charlotte lended him and he definitely loved his little makeover.

“I guess you’re right,” Sora reluctantly confessed. “But…”

“It’s your body, right.”

Sora gasped. How did she know?

“Don’t be so shocked, Sora. I know that dress wasn’t meant for a body like yours. If anything, I’m surprised it fits you as well as it did.”

Sora looked down at his body. His muscular arms, rough frame and his lack of womanly breasts ensured that he would never look as feminine as his new friend. He almost felt ashamed to think of such a thing.

“Cheer up, Sora. That body issue you have is nothing we can’t fix.”

“Fix?” Sora wondered. “What are you-’

Before Sora could finish, Charlotte quickly shoved a piece of chocolate into his mouth. The young keyblade wielder couldn’t help but find the taste of the candy to be incredibly sweet. He couldn’t stop chewing it.

“You like it?”

Sora nodded.

“Then have some more.” Charlotte handed Sora a package of chocolates. He was quick to eat the rest of them, taking pleasure in each and every bite.

“I love the chocolate,” Sora gleefully said. “Thank you.”

“No problem, Sora. After all,” Charlotte grinned. “I’m helping you become a presentable woman.”

“Wait, what?”

It was then Sora felt a weird tingle throughout his body. He looked down at his arms in confusion and what he saw paralyzed him with shock. The muscles in his arms were slowly shrinking, leaving them soft and slender.

“W-what have you done to me?”

“I just gave you some chocolates,” Charlotte giggled. “Apparently, they have some sort of special chemical that’s supposed to make anyone who eats it more feminine on the outside and inside. I don’t know the full details on how it works, but that’s not the point. The point is that you’re already quite feminine in both areas so I decided to give you these chocolates to crank it up a bit. Aren’t you excited?”

“N-no!” Sora cried out as his body changed further. The chocolates were quick to work on his abs, shrinking his well-earned muscular figure into a much more dainty and delicate frame. His height wasn’t immune as he shrunk several inches. His build is now more resemblant of Kairi than his old self.

“I know the changes can be quite stressful,” Charlotte approached Sora. “Let’s go back to my room. I have just the thing to help you.”

Charlotte grabbed Sora’s arms and dragged him back into her house.

“L-let me go!” Sora cried. He tried to break out of Charlotte’s grip, but he couldn’t so much as budge her arm. What made his feelings of weakness even worse is that his chest began to swell. He could feel a pair of breasts pushing out from his chest, perfectly filling out his bra. He poked his breast with his free hand. It can’t be real.

Of course, Sora knew better. They were very real.

Before he knew it, Sora was back in Charlotte’s room. The young woman placed Sora on her pink canopy bed. The increasingly feminized boy reluctantly complied as he tried to relax. There was one part of his body that hadn’t been changed yet and he wasn’t looking forward to its replacement at all.

“Now then,” Charlotte pulled up a chair and sat down by Sora. “Time for the last step. I’m going to give you a bunch of my opinions. Those opinions would go through your head and your new feminine mind will gladly accept them as your opinions as well. You’re going to be quite the girly-girl by the time we’re done.”

“N-no.”

“Yes,” Charlotte pulled out a list. “For starters, as I mentioned earlier, you are girly and I mean very, very girly. In fact, you want to be as girly as possible. You adore anything feminine and you can’t stand the thought of doing anything masculine such as playing sports and fighting others. You’re disinterested in such masculine activities at best and downright disgusted at worst.”

“That’s not true!”

“But it is true,” Charlotte rebutted. “Your favorite color is pink and you wanted to make sure that everybody knows it. From your wardrobe to your room, not a single aspect of your life was spared. Ever since you were a kid, your most beloved hobbies are playing dress-up, tea parties and reading fairy tales. Even today, you still love doing those three things.

“No!” Memories began to flow into Sora. Playful spars with Riku and Tidus begin to fade away and in their place were tea parties with Selphie and other girls that he can’t quite remember the names of.

“Yes. You were always quite the sweet and perky young lady. You tried your best to be kind and friendly to everyone you meet. The thought of fighting others just simply scares you. After all, you’re just a dainty and delicate girl. You let men protect you and speaking of men, you want one.

“I want a man?” Sora reluctantly asked.

“Yes you do, but you don’t want just any man. You want someone handsome and brave, someone more than capable of sweeping you off your feet and holding you in his strong, muscular arms. You want a man who can make you feel safe when the danger has passed, someone who can make you feel like a princess when you’re with him.

“I don’t want a man!”

“Of course you don’t,” Charlotte responded. “At least, not just any man. You want a prince too. You always looked up to me as your big sister and you sought to emulate me in every way possible. Ever since you were little, you dressed like me, acted like me and you even decided to have the same dream as me. To this day, you wanted to be a princess and you want to marry a prince. I understand.”

“You do?” Sora asked. It was getting increasingly difficult for him to focus on the memories and feelings that he had as images began of dresses, princesses, fairy tales to pour into his mind. He can feel it consuming his mind.

“It’s not hard to see why you want to be a princess,” Charlotte replied. “I bet I have the exact same reasons as you. To have your body caressed by soft and pretty dresses, to hear the wonderful clacking sound of your heels against the ground. Don't you want to have a tube of lovely pink lipstick slowly applied against your lips leaving them plump and kissable? And then to have a dashing prince hold you in his arms and give those kissable lips of yours a long smooch? It’ll be true love."

“No,” Sora denied. “That’s not true, I can’t-”

He clutched his throat. His adam’s apple slowly disappeared into his throat, leaving the keyblade wielder with a rather girlish voice.

“Then give it a try. Just close your eyes and imagine yourself wearing the loveliest dress you have ever seen. Imagine yourself being swept off your feet by a handsome prince and as the two of you ride on his horse together, your prince will pull you into a long and loving kiss. Just imagine that. Wouldn’t it be so wonderful?

Sora finds himself closing his eyes again. But as hard as he tries to fight the image off, he can see it clearly in his head. He can see himself in a lovely pink dress with layers upon layers of petticoats. He can see a handsome and muscular prince sweeping him off his feet and taking him back to his kingdom. He can feel his heart racing as the prince leaned closer and closer to him.

“It’s going to be okay, Sora. Just accept your feelings and everything will be just fine.”

It was then… they kissed.

Sora can feel the last change being made to his body. His manhood quickly shrunk to the point where it barely existed anymore. In the blink of an eye, Sora soon found himself the owner of his new womanhood. In spite of such radical changes to his body over a short period of time, the process was fairly painless.

“And… done,” Charlotte set her list down. “See that wasn’t so bad, was it, Sora?”

Sora tried to say something, anything, but no matter what, he couldn’t get any words out. It was then something in him snapped, or rather in her. Sora knew any semblance of masculinity she once had was forever gone. She was a woman now, both inside and out.

“Speechless, huh,” Charlotte giggled. “No matter. Now, we got to get you ready for the party.”

“Party?”

“Yes, your birthday party, sis. Come on, let’s go to your room.”

Charlotte pulled Sora off of her bed and dragged her out of her room. She quickly took her little sister next door and into another room. It was the exact same room as Charlotte’s complete with dolls, princess dresses and books of fairy tales. The only real difference that Sora noticed was that her pink canopy bed was slightly smaller than Charlotte’s. She knew it was her room.

“Now…” Charlotte walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a bundle of pink fabric. “Let’s get you out of my hand-me-downs and into one of your own dresses.”

When Sora was completely dressed, she gasped at her reflection. Gone was the casual pink sundress that Charlotte gave her earlier and she was now wearing a rather familiar pink gown… it was the one from his fantasy from earlier.

Sora could recognize it from its extremely bright pink color, its layers upon layers of petticoats, the flowers embroidered onto it, the off-the-shoulder sleeves exposing a fair bit of his breasts… her breasts.

Sora looked down at her chest. It was flat just a few hours ago and now it’s containing amply sized breasts. At least a B-Cup. Those were far from the only changes that she noticed. He was now sporting an hourglass figure with girlish hips, slender legs and a vagina where his penis once was. Such massive changes without his knowledge or consent would normally make the former keyblade wielder scream, but she couldn’t find herself being able to care enough to do so. After all, the changes made her look much better than she did before. She would’ve looked like a joke if she wore that dress with her old body.

“How about you redo your makeup?” Charlotte asked. “It’s a little smudged and you could use some practice.”

“Of course.”

Sora went over to her vanity and began doing her makeup. As she applied blush to her cheeks, she can recall something from long ago. A vague memory. Something about a trip away from an island with a boy with silver hair and a girl with dark red hair.

Sora looked at her face. First, blue eyeshadow, then mascara. The contrasting colors would make his eyes stand out more. Sora knew that a woman’s eyes should be the first feature that a boy should catch rather than… certain assets.

Another memory popped up. She can vaguely recall teaming up with an anthropomorphic dog and a duck to find her two friends.

Sora applied bright red lipstick to her lips, forming an ideal "cupid's bow" shape that left her mouth almost begging to be kissed. Preferably by a handsome prince.

The last memory that popped up was what made Sora shudder. Hordes of Heartless running around hurting people and Sora was quick to stop them. She can recall dodging each attack and slaying the monsters through the power of the Keyblade.

Of course, it wouldn’t make sense for a dainty young lady like her to be out fighting monsters or do anything dangerous like that. She’s not Sora the Keyblade Master. She’s Sora La Bouff, the second daughter of Eli “Big Daddy” La Bouff, Charlotte’s little sister and a young woman who longs for her prince. While originally reluctant to do so, Sora was quick to toss aside her old life and take her place as the youngest daughter of the La Bouff family.

The last thing she did was put the silver tiara right on her head. She looked like a princess. She was ready.

“I’m done!” Sora turned to her sister who was looking at her with pride.

“I knew you can do it!” Charlotte pulled her little sister into a hug. “Before we go, there’s something we need to talk about.”

“What is it?”

“There aren’t going to be any princes here tonight. Now before you get upset, let me explain,” Charlotte said.

Sora could barely hold in a sigh of disappointment. “What is it?”

“First, even if there is a prince here tonight, you can’t ask him to marry you as you are still too young for marriage. About two years, I believe. But,” Charlotte grinned. “There are a few nice young men your age that I bet are dying for a dance with you. Now come on.”

Charlotte ran out of Sora’s room and she quickly followed. It wasn’t long before the two ended up in a fancy ballroom. Sora knew she had to put on a show to impress her guests.

She quickly cocked a hip towards her audience, threw a bunch of glitter above her head and blew out a kiss.

“Go get em, sis.”

At the behest of her sister, Sora nervously approached the center of the ballroom and as if it was orchestrated by fate, a young teen walked up towards her. He was strong, muscular and dwarfed Sora in physical size. He silently bowed to her. Sora quietly curtsy back and the man took her hand into his.

The two proceeded to dance throughout the ballroom. The other guests were silent, eagerly watching Sora dance with the boy before her.

As the young man pulled Sora towards him, her eyes leaned towards another boy her age not too far from her. Maybe she can have her next dance with him?

While Sora was dancing with man after man, two of his enemies were laughing maniacally over his fate.

“It’s done,” Maleficent grinned. “Sora will no longer be a threat to us anytime soon.”

“Well color me surprised,” Pete laughed.

“What do you mean you’re surprised?”

“Well, it’s just that considering our current track record with those do-gooders I’m shocked that our trap worked as well as it did.”

“Our past failures lately were little more than small hindrances on our road to victory. Sora’s mind and heart are now trapped in the little fantasy that I set up for him and with each passing moment, he is becoming more and more the dainty little lady you see before you. If the Heartless ever find him here, he’ll be completely helpless.”

“But what about if someone else comes in to rescue him like that silver-haired brat, Riku?”

“Then they will find themselves succumbing to the same fate,” Maleficent answered. “And for girls like Kairi, they will be in for quite a surprise.”

[peachgreenteelemonade]

happiest little doggo

a dan and phil phanfiction

Why had he decided running was a good idea?  Dan panted as he jogged very slowly around regents park.   Okay maybe it was good for his mental health, but without someone to keep him company his legs felt like they had heavy weights strapped to them and the crisp late summer air felt like gelatin.  At least he’d gotten some twitter content out of it, that little lego man had really sang to his dark, cynical soul, and he stopped for a a few minutes (fifteen was a few) to check the replies.

This giant, soft, noodle body wasn’t meant for any sort of exercise, Dan thought as he checked his phone for the two hundredth time, slowing to a power walk.  Why couldn’t running at least be interesting?  Dan wished he was talented enough to exercise and scroll through tumblr at the same time.

Phil had known this was gonna happen.  The his boyfriend had laughed when Dan mentioned going out to exercise without a buddy.  Dan had felt so affronted, he could run if he wanted too, sure maybe he usually needed some other incentive, but he could motivate himself just fine!  He was an adult!  He let his annoyance fuel him as he started to lopsidedly jogging again, his gigantic feet slapping on the pavement.  

To be completely honest, Phil hadn’t been discouraging.  He’d laughed a little, but it had been more amused than anything.

“You’re serious?” He’d asked as he poured himself his third cup of coffee, his blue eyes incredulous.

“Yes, what’s so strange about that?”  Dan had asked while he pulled his running shoes on his clown sized feet.  “I can run anytime I want to.”

“Of course you can,” Phil had agreed, walking over to his laptop.  “I’m honestly just surprised you’re going outside instead of doing aerobics in the gaming room.  No one even had to lure you with a dog this time.”

“Oh ha ha,” Dan grumbled as Phil laughed.  “You know, you could come with me.”

“Yeah I love you and I’m glad you’ve realized exercise is good for you, but that’s not happening,” Phil’s pink tongue peeked out of the side of his mouth as he sat down to edit and Dan tried to mask his fondness with an eye-roll.

Stupid Phil, he could do what he wanted.  Dan thought in time to the beat of his feet on the pavement.  But he was regretting it now, maybe he could have stayed inside and done jumping jacks while Phil laughed at him for shaking the house.  

Dan checked his phone again.  20 minutes was long enough right?  Dan disregarded the fact that most of that had been spent on his phone and he turned to head home.  He stopped in his tracks though as he saw something furry in the middle of the street.  

His eyes shot straight to the mangy dog as if he was a dog-finding-machine and he jogged toward the creature before he even thought about it.  

The big dog was darting in between cars as car horns honked and tires screeched, but luckily Dan  ran in front of the car and it skidded to a stop instead of hitting the animal.

“Hey!”  A big burly man hollered, honking his horn from his truck, “Don’t run out in the middle of the fucking street!”  Dan just flipped him the bird as he knelt down in front of the dog.

“Hey puppy,” he murmured, “let’s get out of the street why don’t we.”  The dog just panted as Dan scratched its chest and he could feel its little heart pumping with adrenaline.  Luckily, the dog followed the tall man out of the street and sat quietly as Dan sat on a bench and examined the animal for identification.  

But its neck was free of anything but matted fur and probably a couple of fleas.

“No owner, huh,” Dan said, looking into the dogs brown eyes and scratching its floppy ears.  Its tail tentatively started to wag.  “That must have been scary, I’m glad a saw you.”  The dog whined a little as if in response and pressed up against Dan’s bare, hairy knee.  “Oh no,” Dan hummed, “Phil’s gonna kill me.”

He was keeping this dog.

***

The dog seemed to be quite attached to Dan too if the way she (yes she was a girl, he’d checked) followed him as he walked briskly to the nearest pet store was any indication.

“Come on doggo,” Dan said as the dog looked up from where she trotted beside him and he reached down and gave her a little scratch on the back of her neck.  “Let’s get you cleaned up and pretty,” he looked into her adoring puppy eyes, “you’re gonna be such a pretty girl.  I can see it already.”  Her long pink tongue rolled out of her mouth and she almost looked like she was grinning.  Dan felt warmth spark in his chest and he smiled, not caring about his dimple.  Exercise really was better with someone to keep him company.

***

Fortunately, the pet shop was only a few blocks away and when he got there the cashier knew everything he needed to get.

“We also have a groomer attached if you want to get her cleaned up,” the cashier said, Kiersten, her name tag read.

“That would be amazing, thank you.”

When the dog came out she was fluffy and clean and he could see that her fur was wavy and yellow rather than the tangled brown it had been before.

“Come here Winnie,” burst out of his lips and the dog bounded into his arms.  Dan giggled as she licked his face and internally scoffed at himself, it seemed like he was naming her Winnie the Pooh.  How on brand.

She let out a happy bark and Dan gave in and sat on the floor of the pet shop letting her cover his face in slobber and cover his black clothes with hair.

“She’s adorable,” Kiersten said, smiling as she knelt down next to him.  “Do you think you’ve got everything?”

Dan stood back up, lifting his bags full of food and supplies.  “I think so,” He replied, still smiling at Winnie.  “Thank you for everything,”  his dimple winked and Kiersten blushed a little.

“O-of course!”  

She waved them out of the store as Dan clipped Winnies new black leash to her shiny black collar.  

“I’m gonna take such good care of you,” he said as he bent down on the pavement outside.  Her doggy eyes looked at him with complete trust and Dan almost felt like he could cry.  “You’re going to be the happiest dog in the world.”  Winnie licked his face in response and Dan laughed, his nose scrunching up as he pulled away a bit.  “Phil’s gonna love you.”

And he did, though he did put up a half-hearted argument for the name Susan.  

[ganymededreaming]

Lord of the Brocean

                 Kent’s best friend Julie had urged him to take a long-earned break.  Long working hours had left him as strung out as she had ever seen him.  And when she saw an ad for a gay music festival on a remote (and blissfully out of cell service) private island, she knew it would be just the break Kent needed.  She giggled a bit.  Kent, so dark hared, pale, and serious faced, would be a strange sight on a tropical island.  But that’s what made it all the more important he go.                “I don’t know…” Kent stirred his cappuccino absentmindedly.  The café they’d met at after work was almost empty.  “Frankly, it just sounds like a more specific version of that Fyre Fest debacle.”  He gave a small frown a he sipped.  “Kent, come on.  You’ll lose the vacation time if you don’t go now, and I bought the ticket.  And I’ll buy you another if it doesn’t work out!”  Kent pouted, but knew she was right.  And he couldn’t help but stare at the pictures of all the happy, smiling men playing in the sun, the delicious platters of fresh seafood, and the itinerary of parties and musicians.  It all looked so fun.  An office life had been so draining lately.

               “You owe me a dinner anywhere I choose if it’s not as advertised….but I suppose it wouldn’t hurt.”  Julie beamed as a breeze from the bay blew into the café.

               Kent was never a good flyer.  Something about shooting up in the air felt deeply unnatural to his every instinct.  Usually, his plan was to knock himself out with a glass of wine and a heavy eye mask, but that wouldn’t cut it for the final leg of his voyage.  It was only an hour, from Miami to the remote island on a tiny little charter plane.  A double whammy; not long enough to fall asleep, and as nerve wracking a plane as he could imagine.

               As Kent took his seat, hair flopping in his eyes, he fidgeted with one of the drawstrings to his shirts hood.  Dressed in white and blue, looking up through the windows at the clear sky, he wondered if he’d even be noticed if he fell out of the plane against the vast blue expanse.

               The other men filtered in – an attractive bunch, not a dud among them.  He gave a small smile – at least he could distract himself with that.  A cute twink and his giant boyfriend sat across the row, the twink giggling in his tight tank top and short shorts, playing with the giants long hair and beard.  Suddenly, what he immediately thought must be the most gorgeous specimen of all the men came up to his row.                  “Excuse me, I think this is my seat.  Mind if I sit down, little guy?”  The man was taller than Kent by a good foot, going on two.  The nicknaming was apt, if a little rude.  But instead of irritating Kent, it merely made him blush furiously.  He had sun tanned skin, wave tossed dirty blonde hair, and a toned, broad shouldered body.  Curly dark hairs poked at the top of his floral short-sleeved shirt, two buttons undone, and a tooth necklace of some sort nestled between his pecs.  Bigger than a shark, but Kent couldn’t place it; it was adorably tacky.  But the sparkle of his smile and green eyes were what turned Kent’s knees to jelly.  And he smelled wonderful – like long, lazy days on the beach, sweet and salty all at once

               The man sat down, pressing against Kent in the narrow little seats of the propeller plane.  He started to introduce himself when the shudder of the engine provoked a similar shudder in Kent’s shoulders.

               “Little guy, what’s the matter?”  The man put a friendly, massive hand around Kent, hugging him close.  “Not….good with planes.” Kent managed to stammer out.  “Aw, buddy, no, hey little dude, it’s gonna be alright.  My brother’s the one running this flight – he’s not gonna let anything happen to his bro, or to any of his bro’s little friends.  And you’re my friend now, little guy.  So my bro and I are gonna make sure this trip is nothing but fun for you.”

               By this time, the plane was in the air, as the man – Kent now was beginning to think of him as the good natured madman – massaged his shoulder, and excitedly talked about all the amenities of the island.                “Well, there’s all kinds of waterslides they set up, and there’s all kinds of tasty stuff!  Do you like cake?  Oh man, save room, the shrimp is delicious, but the chef, he makes these tarts, you know-“ “Ahem!”

               A golden twink with floppy, golden hair had approached them with a drink cart.  He wore a scandalously cut outfit for a steward: a tiny tank top that barely covered his nipples, the shortest of shorts, and pointy shoes, everything in a bright purple.  “You boys want anything?”                “Oh, damn Ganny, didn’t realize we were doing that now!  Yeah, get me and my little buddy some rum punch!  Come on, little man, you’re gonna love this.”  Kent chuckled.  The whole thing was so absurd, but he supposed this was the kind of crowd that took vacations like this.  Might as well take in the local flavor.

               As the twink handed the two of them tall hurricane glasses – real glass to Kent’s shock – filled with a bright red liquid, he gave a wink.  “You boys have fun!  I’m going to finish up my run, then the captain wanted me back for his break!”  He giggled and skipped off.                “You two know each other?”  His heart sunk with a dark jealousy for a moment, and he could swear the twink – that “Ganny” – had giggled again the minute the thought crossed his mind.  But when he looked back, he was pouring the largest beer he had ever seen for the giant across the row.  “Oh, yeah little man – remember my bro?  That kid’s my bro’s main thing.  We played once or twice, but he’s honestly not my thing.  Like mine with dark hair, like yours, Kent….y.  Damn bro, gotta think of something better to call you.  Little man suits you just fine though for now bro.”                Kent figured that he had seen the name on his boarding pass, and shrugged ff the fact that he’d known his name.  He was, however, flustered twofold.  First of all, he couldn’t process that many pet names in a single sentence.  Second, the idea he was this hunks type made him a happier, jollier sort of flustered.

               “Anyway, cheers bro!  Here’s to a happy little vacay.”  He knocked back the giant drink in one gulp.  Kent smiled a wry little smile.  “Cheers to that.”  Maybe this would be a good break.  He took a sip.  The drink was sweet, with a sour little kick of lime at the back, and Kent couldn’t quite place the exotic liqueurs…maybe ginger?  But it felt good.  Refreshing.  He unzipped his shirt the slightest bit more, panting, and swigged the rest of it down.  He wiped his brow with a moment of surprise – his hair wasn’t there anymore.  It had been styled up, attractively messed, and lightly held by wax.  And a zit he had noticed that morning was totally gone.  Huh – he shrugged it off.  Maybe when the neighbor had mussed his hair, it had settled like this.

               “Awwww, hey little man!  Now you look like you’re feeling good!  Better?”  By now the plane had started its descent towards the island, a beautiful little piece of sand in crystal clear waters.  Kent gave a genuine smile, relaxing.  “Yeah, man.  You never gave me your name, bro?”  “Awww, bro!  Sorry ‘bout that – you can call me Sid, or just bro for now.  I’ll se you on the island, yeah little man?”  Kent gave a happy nod, and moved to disembark.

               The sun was blinding on the island, and the heat encouraged Kent to zip open his shirt all the way, letting his skin hit the sun.  A light tan blossomed across it, spreading from his chest.  Not as dark as Sid’s, but a little splash of color.

               As Kent walked towards the check in, “Ganny” came bounding next to him, running towards a man in a lifeguard’s visor and a leopard print speedo.  His hairy chest and dusky skin drew a number of stares, and Kent could see the mischief in his eyes, even though his tinted sunglasses.  “D-Man!  You made it!  You’re chilling at me and the boss’s tent tonight, yeah?”  “Wouldn’t miss it.  Just gotta check everyone in.”  He ruffled his hair and gave his ass a swift pat as Ganny skipped off towards the cocktail bar set up nearby.

               The lifeguard settled behind the desk, pointing the happy travelers towards their various tents.  He saw the twink and giant from across the aisle – he was riding on the giant’s shoulders like a little kid, as the giant whooped and hollered as he carried him towards their tent.  Heh – just like two good bros ought to.  He felt a pang of jealousy t that thought, but quickly shook it off.

               As he approached the lifeguard looking man, and handed him his ticket, the lifeguard scanned it and smiled.  “Woah!  Good news and bad news, kiddo – you’re one of our two lucky guys to win a room in an above water cabana.  Bad news is it isn’t ready yet.  Can you be a good little thing and go play in the waves, have some fun while we get it set up?  Sure a tasty little snack like you can find some fun mischief for a couple hours.  Your luggage is gonna be there tonight, so you don’t need to worry.  And the big music acts don’t start until tomorrow morning, so don’t worry about missing anything while you get settled in tonight.”  He ruffled Kent’s hair, and gave him a flirty chest flick.

               Kent bounced up, beaming.  Everyone was being so nice to him!  Julie was right.  He just needed to spend a nice relaxing trip with the guys, chill out with some drinks, go swimming.  “Thanks, man!  So cool of you to do that for me!   You guys at this island are like…the best!”                  Kent skipped off into the island.  Sid was right- the island WAS incredible.  It must have been used for events all the time; it was so built up.  The food was delicious; mountains of shrimp, flatbread pizzas, sushi, giant parfaits, all washed down with giant frozen drinks.  And the sun made him ravenous.  He was so glad he’d worn his swimsuit, so he could splash in the crystal blue water.  But most of the attendees were in couples or friend groups.  Kent felt a little awkward walking over, and playing on his own got old a little fast.  He frowned.  Maybe the whole trip was a mistake.  But one of the slides was a four person tube.  That would introduce him to a few people a little less awkwardly.

               As he climbed the tall wooden steps to the slide, he felt a powerful clap on his shoulder.  “Bro!  Oh my god, bro, I found you!  Gotta introduce you to my other friends!”  Sid stood there, chest slick with sweat from the afternoon sun, blue baseball cap covering his hair, clad only in a pair of baggy board shorts.  He pointed behind him to a tall, muscular black man with shoulder length dreadlocks, and a nervous looking Hispanic twink with shaggy black hair clinging to his hand for dear life.  “This is my bro Sobek, and his little buddy Mateo!”  Sobek reached out his hand and shook Kent’s, nearly crushing it.  “Don’t mind Mateo, he’s just shy.  And nervous for the big slide.  Worries I won’t keep him safe.  Cheeky of him.” He gave Mateo’s forehead a playful flick, and Mateo stuck his tongue out back at him.  “It’s nice to meet you too!  Sid, you didn’t tell us you found someone!”

               Kent couldn’t quite place the name, but it sounded familiar.  Maybe someone from a book?  And his accent wasn’t one Kent was familiar with.  Sobek gave a mischievous grin as if he could see the wheels struggling to turn in Kent’s head.  “I know Sid from work.  Think of us…like managers from different offices.  Am happy you’ve got someone to hold on to this trip.”                Sid beamed.  “Yeah, this is my little guy Kent!  You don’t mind being my date for the afternoon, do you little buddy?”  Kent couldn’t help but blush and nod happily.  “Aw, I’m so glad!  We’re gonna have such a great time, little guy.”  They got to the top and got in the big inflatable tube.  Mateo giddily clung to Sobeks arm, and Kent had only barely glanced towards Sid when he threw a massive arm around him and pulled him in close.

               As they barreled down, Kent heard Mateo’s shrieks of delight and Sid and Sobek’s whoops and hollers.  But his main focus was just on the feelings.  The cool water splashing on him, the warmth of Sid’s chest as he clung close.  He could feel the rest of the world, every bit of doubt and worry drip away, until he finally let out a whoop of his own as their tube was shot out of the slide, Sid and Kent spilling out of the tube into the water in a laughing tangle of limbs.

               The rest of the afternoon and evening went much the same way – swimming at the beach, drinking more cocktails, and hitting the dance floor.  As the sun went down, Sid had a moment of surprise cross his face.  “Damn, bro – just remembered.  I have to check into my room, it was gonna be ready late tonight.  Want me to walk you back to yours first?  Cute little babe like you shouldn’t be alone, jerks like Sobek would just gobble you up.”  “Hey!” Mateo pouted.  Sobek chuckled.  “Don’t worry, I’m only going to be gobbling you tonight, pet.”  Sobek gave Sid a playful punch, before throwing a squirming, blushing Mateo over his shoulder and walking off.

As Kent and Sid walked along the slowly emptying beach, they came to the above water Cabana.  It was a beautiful grass-roofed little house on stilts on the water.  It was a suite, with all the rooms but the bathroom facing out onto the water.  Suddenly, Sid started shouting.  “FUCK YEAH!  My bros rock!  I can’t believe it!  They gave me and my new little bro a cabana!  Aw, fuck yeah, bro, this is so rad little man, can’t believe it, get my own whole place with my new little bro.”  He practically dragged Kent in, through the fancy kitchen, peaceful deck, and into the bedroom, sitting him down on the big king bed.

“New…little bro?”  Kent looked up at Sid, confused.  Sid started to take his cap and necklace off.  “Yeah little man...” Sid looked sheepish for a moment.  “I grew up the youngest of three brothers, and I always was kinda pushed around as the little bro.  And I just wanted a little bro of my own, yknow?  So…maybe you could do it? Be my little bro, little guy?”  Sid earnestly looked like he might cry if Kent said no, but he had no intention of that.  Kent chuckled a little.  “Yeah, I’ll be your little bro.”  Sid immediately lit up again.  “WHOO!  Fuck yeah, you’re not gonna regret it little bro, gonna be such a good big bro for you, make sure no one messes with you, keep you safe and happy.  Now come on, get out of those trunks, let’s pop in the shower, wash all the days funk off.”                Kent gave a small whimper and looked away.  “What’s the matter?  No reason to be shy, just us bros, yeah?”  Kent gave a quiet nod, and slipped out of his trunks, still a little nervous looking.  “Aw, that’s it little man, nothing to worry about.  Now hop in the shower little bro, meet you in there in a sec.”  He gave Kent a playful swat on the ass as Kent scampered off.                The shower was big, tiled in tan terra cotta, with a small wooden bench, and sliding glass doors almost twice as tall as Kent.  He had just stepped in, letting the warm water flow over him, when Sid stepped in.  “Aw, see, told you, nothing to be ashamed of little bro.  You got a nice body, kiddo.”  Kent smiled, giggling.  “Thanks, big bro.  Nothing compared to your big muscles tho.”  Sid looked at Kent with a look of sheer adoration.  “So fuckin’ sweet, first time you called me big bro.  That’s right.  Go on, flex for me little bro.  Show your big bro your muscles.”  Kent gave a flex – he was surprised, it felt bigger and more toned than he had remembered.  “That’s it.  Nice biceps bro.  Nothing like my sick guns tho.”  He flexed a giant arm, showing off his taut muscles.  Kent almost drooled.  “That’s it.  Go on and squeeze it bro.  Give it a fuckin’ kiss too.”  Kent panted a little as he squeezed it, before drawing his lips gently to it.  Even under the warm water, he could taste faintly taste the sweet and salty tang of sweat.  “That’s it.  Soooo fuckin’ sweet.  Let’s get you all soaped up.”

Sid started manhandling him, rubbing shampoo into his hair, soaping his body up as Kent began to whimper.  “You get me too bro, soap me up.”  Sid lifted his arm, shoving Kent’s face in.  “Course you can always tongue me off.  Come on, little bro, get me all clean.”  Kent couldn’t help himself, tonguing Sid’s armpit, licking up his intoxicating musk.  “So fuckin’ tasty bro.  So good…”  Sid chuckled.  “Better really get me clean now.  Come on, soaps on the bench.”

Kent ran his soapy hands over Sid’s rock hard muscles, lingering over his abs before finally soaping up his massive cock.  “That’s so fuckin’ big bro….” Kent drooled a tiny bit as he said that, hardening as Sid massaged the soap into his ass, gently tapping his puckered hole with his finger.  “Heh, you’re not too shabby.  What you packin’, 6 inches?”  He grabbed Kent’s dick, pressing it up against his own hard cock.  “Nothing compared to my rod, ‘course, but pretty hung for a little guy like you.”  Thick and veined, Sid’s dick hovered around twice Kent’s size.  “That’s fuckin’ perfect for my little bro, take after his big bro, but still, we both know who the real big bro is.  Bet you’re gonna brag to all your little friends how hung your bro is, huh?”  As the warm water rinsed them off, Sid smacked Kent’s ass, and scooted his arms underneath Kent, picking him up, pressing their bodies together.  “Gimmee a fuckin’ kiss bro.”  Kent leaned into the kiss, letting Sid slip his tongue inside him.  Supporting Kent with one arm, Sid flicked the water off, then opened the door, carrying Kent out of the shower, throwing him on the bed.                “Legs up little bro.  Let me see that hole.”  Kent grinned, lying back and lifting his legs, spreading his cheeks apart.  “Look at that cute little hole.  So good for me.”  Sid dove forward, lapping at his hole.  Kent began to whimper.  “Ugh, fuck bro….big bro, eat me out.  Need my hole filled.”  Sid happily obliged, feasting on Kent’s hole.  Kent threw his head back, just enjoying it, relaxing as his big bro’s tongues worked him open.  Kent got up and lay next to Kent.  “Come on bro, sixty-nine with me.  Suck my cock.  Eat it, bro.”  

Kent eased himself on to Sid’s cock, pushing his head deep down and taking in more of that addictive scent.  “So fucking tasty, bro.”  He sucked at the precum-beaded head, greedily trying to shove it deeper.  “Uh….take it easy bro.  Plenty left, and it’s all here for you.”  Kent whimpered, Sid probing him with a finger now, stretching him out.                Sid rose up, pulling his finger out, suddenly looking dead serious as he sat down on the bed next to Kent.  “Sit up, little bro.  What I say next is gonna be important.”  Kent sat up, curling up next to his bro.  “You’ve got a choice to make now.  I know you’re horned, bro, so am I, but you ride my cock?  That’s it.  Gonna be Poseidon and his little bro ‘gainst the world.  Forever.  You want that bro?  Be my little man, let me take care of you, stick by my side?”  Sid tilted Kent’s head up from the chin, looking him in the eye.  “Tell me.  Say you’re gonna be my little bro.”  “Please...oh my god bro, just wanna be your little bro forever.  Don’t let me go back to being all stressed bro.  Let’s just be happy fuckin’ bros forever.  You…heh.”  He started laughing.  “What’s so funny bro?” Sid frowned.  “Well…you scared all the scary stuff away!  You’re the best.  ‘Course I wanna be your little bro.”  He beamed.

“Fuck yeah bro!  That’s my best bro for life.  You’re not gonna regret this, I’m gonna make sure of it.  Leave it to big bro.  Now let’s get our fuckin’ cocks taken care of, yeah?”  Sid ruffled Kent’s hair and grabbed his cap off the bedside table, throwing it backwards on Kent, then patted his lap.  “Now jump on my lap bro – gonna give you best ride of your life.”

Kent giggled as he settled into Sid’s lap, wrapping his arms around Kent’s neck and leaning in for a kiss.  “So sweet.  Let me just…” Kent guided his slick cock towards Kent’s entrance.  “Ready bro?” Kent nodded.  Sid slowly pushed in, his cock slowly stretching Kent open until just the head popped in.   Kent gasped, whimpering and leaking onto Sid’s stomach.  “H-hurts bro…” Sid rubbed Kent’s back and nibbled his ear.  “You’re so fuckin’ tight, little guy…gonna make you relax, gonna make you perfect hole for your big bro’s cock.” Suddenly, the pain started to dissipate.  In fact, even the memory of the pain dissipated.  All Kent could focus on was the feeling of being wrapped in strong arms, and so, deliciously full.

Inch by inch, without any effort, Kent sunk down onto Sid’s dick, whimpering and writhing before bottoming out, falling into Sid’s warm chest, panting.  “Look at that.  So proud, bro.  So full of your stud bro’s dick.” He rubbed at Kent’s stomach, kissing him.  “Let’s get you all full of my spunk too.  Not real bros until I’ve creamed you too.”  

With that, Sid began jack-hammering Kent, drilling him. By now, Kent could barely form words, the pleasure was so intense.  He had a brief moment when suddenly, he remembered that he hadn’t checked his email – fuck, what if the office had tried to contact him, maybe there was wifi, after sex he’d grab his pho- “Eyes on me bro.” Suddenly, Sid grabbed his face, forcing him to look into his eyes, the pumping of Sid’s thick cock filling his mind, his thoughts washing away in the tides of pleasure.  “Just gotta stay slutty and happy for your big bro, and he’ll take care of the rest.”

After the pounding went on for a good while, Sid flipped Kent to the bed, going deeper, holding Kent’s legs in a breeding press.  All Kent could do is let out a high pitched whimper.  “Gonna cum bro….get ready.”  But despite the warming, almost instantly Kent was filled with what fet like gallons of cum.  It leaked out onto the bed, filling his brain with nothing but the scent of cum.  And that triggered him, as hands free, he shot all over both of their chests.  Sid grunted and shouted.  “Fuck yeah! Shoot that load bro.  My cute little pussy bro cumming just from my big fuckin’ cock.  So fuckin’ sweet.”  He gave Sid a kiss on the forehead as he pulled out, pulling Kent against him as a little spoon.  

“When you wake up tomorrow, feeling your hole still slick with my cum, you’re gonna remember.  You’re my little bro now.  And walking around tomorrow, we’re gonna show everyone we’re the best pair of bros here. You got that little guy?”               And with the last of his strength, Kent cuddled back into Sid…Poseidon. His god, his lover, his bro.  “Fuck yeah.”