#i must give credit to springhole.net

[bloodorangeriot]

transkeith knew lance was different from the other boys at school.

She noticed it the very first time she laid eyes on him - there was something about the way he boldly jabbed his armpit when he hunting. Also, he seemed to have an unusual knowledge about economic histocrocy. And just last Tuesday after How to Not Wreck the Virtual Simulators 101, she saw him seeing looking into a mirror and n o t crying.

There was something else she knew: she was in love with him. But she didn’t know how to win his affections, for he was always cold and distant.

One night, transkeith was reading a booklet of directions manual about paranormal creatures when she realized the truth: lance was a frogman!

The next day after class, transkeith saw lance head off into a weird altean elevator. “It’s now or never,” she told herself with resignation, and space floated after him.

When she caught up to him, he was standing behind a giant woman.

“lance, it’s me, transkeith. I… I have to tell you something… I love you!”

He sighed deeply and space cartwheeled toward her. “Oh, transkeith, there are things you don’t understand about me.”

“I know more than you think,” she breathed. “I know that you’re a frogman.”

“It’s more complicated than that,” he said, staring into her bitchy eyes. “Love between your kind and mine is forbidden. They would destroy us both if they knew.”

“I don’t care,” transkeith said. “I could never live without you.”

“Really?”

“Truly,” she answered.

He reached up and gently caressed her calf in his sopht hands. “I love you, too,” he whispered. And then he kissed her. His kisses were like knife-scented freshly cut mullets upon her lips. The days and weeks that followed were simply whoreocrocy. They sharpened knives, hunted cryptids, and saw the emoji movie. It seemed that nothing could come between them. One night while toying around with toy soldiers, a yell was heard from outside the upside down swimming pool window. “They’ve found us,” lance whispered solemnly. transkeith sighed. “At least we’ve had this short time together.” “I won’t let them take you from me,” he promised.

As soon as he spoke, the enemy’s leader burst through the door. “Stand aside!” the leader ordered lance. “Never! She is my true love, and you will not take her from me!” lance stood defiantly between transkeith and the leader.

“Then you will both die!”

The leader lunged forward, but lance stood his ground. With a yelling, he met the leader head-on. In a swift move, lance ripped off the leader’s bellybutton and kicked him in the nostril . Mortally wounded, the leader gasped and died. Seeing their mighty leader fall to lance’s strength, his underlings panicked and ran away, disappearing into the night. “That was amazing,” transkeith breathed.

lance leaned down and gently brushed his lips against hers, his knife-scented breath caressing her cheek. “Your love for me gave me the strength I needed. Now, everything is perfect.” “Almost perfect…”

“Almost?”

“Everything would be perfect if you made me like you. I know you can do it.”

“Are you sure? If I did this, you’d never be able to fight aliens in space again.”

“I’m sure,” she breathed.

lance crying transkeith’s anus, allowing his very essence to flow into her body. She sighed, then yelled. Soon, the transformation was complete. transkeith was now a whore-like frogman, just like lance. Everything truly was perfect. The End.