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museqmeg · 1 year

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Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Eight: Reins

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A vashmeryl fic

Author’s Note:

This is the chapter that made me come out of fanfic retirement.. read the ending notes to see why. ;)

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It had been a couple of days since their stay at the inn. A long stretch of desert between them and the next town. Unfortunately, their truck decided to die about thirty iles outside of it.

Roberto had the hood up, tinkering with some tools to assess the problem. “Our luck’s run out, it looks like this hunk of junk’s battery finally took a shit. Newbie, get on the radio to the Bernardelli channel. We’re gonna need to put in an expense request for a tow and battery replacement. Don’t forget to call the emergency line for a tow as well.”

Meryl nodded, hands making a visor her eyes. The sun and heat were oppressive. This was not the day for the truck to break down. She hopped in the driver’s seat, dialing in the channels and making the necessary requests. Vash and Wolfwood were outside, hiding in the shade cast by the trailer.

She hopped out and addressed the group, “It looks like the tow truck will be out here in about an hour.”

Wolfwood groaned and sat down, “Guess we’re stuck in the sun and heat until then.”

“Yup,” answered Roberto, joining the group in the shade.

Everyone had shed their outer layers in the truck, the heat already sweltering early that morning, the little fans in the truck doing nothing to help when they had a working battery.

Meryl was sitting on Vash’s left side when something she didn’t notice about his prosthetic arm suddenly jumped out at her. “Hey Vash, did your arm get smaller?”

“Huh?” He turned and lifted said arm to look at it, “No, looks normal to me.” He gave her a confused, but concerned look. “Are you having a heat stroke Meryl?”

“No,” she answered haughtily, “But it doesn’t look the same… like it’s thinner?”

“Wow, shortie. Really checking out blondie today, huh?” Goaded Wolfwood, a mischievous grin across his face.

“N-no!” Stammered Meryl, her cheeks and ears went red, “It just doesn’t look right.”

“Oh! It’s the pauldron!” Exclaimed Vash, his cheeks were a little red too. Meryl didn’t know if it was from the sun or Wolfwood’s taunt.

“A paulwhat now?” Asked Roberto, looking rightly confused.

“A pauldron. It’s like a piece of armor. It’s attached to my coat. It protects the socket where my arm and my prosthetic meet. When I put my coat on, it has fasteners that attach to my prosthetic as well. It looks seamless when it’s all together.” He rolled his sleeve up to show the connection site. “It’s quite a sensitive area, so it needs to be protected.”

Meryl looked at his arm. Was it glass? She wasn’t sure what the prosthetic was made of, being lost tech and all. Her eyes traveling up to the connection site where it met his flesh, there were teal neon lights and wires going into his skin. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah, you get used to it.” He shrugged and rolled his sleeve back down.

“Geez blondie, don’t encourage her with the show.” Wolfwood chimed in.

“Oh, just shut it, Undertaker!” Meryl had enough of his mockery. “If you must know, it’s journalistic curiosity.” She crossed her arms and gave him a smug look.

Roberto just went, “Ha!” on the other side of Wolfwood, taking a swig of his flask.

“It’s okay, Meryl. Most people don’t even ask about it.” He gave her an encouraging smile and nudge with the arm that held everyone’s attention. “They’re usually afraid of it the first time they see it. I appreciate you taking an interest and giving me the opportunity to explain.” He meant it. It was nice not to be viewed as a monster, especially when the appendage in question had a skeletal, otherworldly appearance. Plus, his guardian, Brad, would be happy to know someone else appreciated his work.

Meryl met his eyes and nodded.

With the heat bearing down on them, they just sat in silence until their tow truck came.

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Once they were in town and had their truck in the garage, they were told it would take all day to make the necessary repairs and replace the battery. Apparently, the battery shorting out caused some minor damage and it would take the rest of the day to fix.

Vash spotted a stable and announced, “I”m gonna rent a Thomas and go for a nice ride. Anyone care to join?”

“Not this old reporter. I’ve had enough of the sun and the heat. I’ll find an inn for us and get some rooms booked.” He waved at the group walking away.

Vash turned to the Undertaker, “Wolfwood?”

“I’m a fan of thomases, but only when they’re this big,” he answered, both hands measuring out about a foot high.

Meryl giggled, going, “Pfft! The big, scary Undertaker has a soft spot for chicks?” She realized her mistake in words before it was too late.

Wolfwood draped an arm around her shoulders, drawling, “Sure am little lady. Let’s say we both take a leisurely stroll, grab a bite, and see where it takes us?” He looked absolutely roguish at her.

“Yeah, that’s gonna be a ‘no’ from me,” Meryl said, peeling his arm off her.

Vash was chuckling while watching the two, “So nobody wants to go for a ride with me?”

“I don’t know how,” Meryl and Wolfwood answered in unison. They looked at each other.

That didn’t deter Vash, “I could teach you!” He said, giving them both an encouraging smile.

“Like I said, blondie, I only like them when they’re little.” Wolfwood deadpanned.

Meryl turned to the Undertaker, “Why is that?”

Wolfwood shrugged, “It’s about the level of my experience with them. You see, the orphanage I grew up in bred them. We kids got to help raise and take care of them. Before they got too big, we would send the chicks to a trainer to be broke to ride.”

“And you never learned?” She asked.

“Nah, never had an interest.” Wolfwood stated.

“What about you Meryl?” Vash chimed in. “I could teach you. It might be good for your writing. I hear first-hand experiences make for great narratives.” He smiled brightly at her.

Meryl was going to say no, but he had a point. “Oh, why not?

“I gotta see this,” Wolfwood said, “Take us to the stables blondie.”

Vash clapped his hands together and excitedly exclaimed, “Okay!”

When they got to the stables, Vash paid for the rental and the staff brought out their thomas. Vash asked the stable manager if there was a corral they could use before heading out. The older man just pointed outside the barn.

Meryl was a little more anxious now, standing next to Vash and the thomas. They both towered over her. She didn’t think about how high she would be on the animal before agreeing to this. She turned to look at Wolfwood who only waved back, cigarette in hand and smirking.

“Alright Meryl, put your hand up here against the stirrup bar,” Vash said, pointing to a little area under a flap of leather on the saddle. Meryl did and watched as he brought the stirrup leathers and irons out until they touched her armpit.

“V-vash! What are you doing?” She squeaked, jumping back from him.

He smiled at her saying, “Getting your stirrup measurement. I gotta adjust the saddle to your short, little legs.”

She frowned up at him, “I’ll have you know, I’m of average height for a woman.”

He shook his head, chuckling while adjusting the leathers, “Being under five feet is average?”

“How do you know I’m not over five feet?” She countered.

Vash cocked his head looking down at her, “Are you?”

She turned her head from him, pouting to the ground and mumbling, “No, I’m 4’11”.”

He just gave a smug nod, walking to the other side of the saddle to adjust the other stirrup.

“What about you? You’re not average height either!” She shot back, following him around the thomas.

“No, I’m 6’2”,” he answered, finishing the stirrup adjustments. “We’re both on the extreme sides of the height spectrum.” He tapped her on the nose with his right hand before checking the girth. She twitched her nose and shook her head indignantly.

“Alright!” He said. “Are you ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Meryl replied.

“Great!” Vash laced his hands together and squatted down to her level. “Put your left knee in my hands. Good! Now your left hand can hold the reins over the thomas’s neck, but not too tightly. You don’t want to pull on the bridle. Great! Your right hand can rest on the cantle, the back, of the saddle. Okay, now as I lift you, make sure most of your weight is in my hands or on the thomas’s neck, you don’t want to pull the saddle off balance. As you go up, just swing your leg and body lightly over and down onto its back. You ready?”

Meryl nodded, too nervous to speak.

Vash hoisted her up like she was nothing and she did her best to follow the instructions he just gave her.

Her butt was in the saddle, but she started trembling when she saw how far the ground was and that the bird had all of these little movements under her she didn’t anticipate.

Vash sensed her uneasiness, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” He put his right hand on her thigh reassuringly with his left holding the reins. “Just take a deep breath and relax. Thomas’s can pick up on your moods, so if you’re nervous, your mount will be too. But the same can be said for the opposite. If you’re confident, they’ll run into battle with you.” He smiled warmly at her.

Meryl nodded and took a deep breath letting the nerves leave her body.

Vash nodded and instructed her through proper hand placement on the reins. Meryl learned that you didn’t just fist the reins, but that her ring fingers were her “rein” fingers. Vash told her to keep her thumbs on top and follow the reins movements with her elbows, not her hands. The hands were just the connection point.

He also adjusted her seat, legs, feet, and body to the correct form to maximize her balance and what he called her “aids.” He defined them as the tools a rider uses to communicate with their mount. He instructed her briefly through the use of said aids at a walk then trot. He shared some tips about biomechanics and that if she had to focus on anything, it was to keep her hips relaxed so that she could follow the bird’s movements. He was alongside her and the thomas the whole time. She felt at ease and it was getting fun for her.

Wolfwood finally spoke up. “Damn! Needle-noggin’s too good of an instructor. I came here to see shortie fall off!”

Vash just shook his head at him, then looked up at Meryl, “You ready to go for our little trail ride?”

Meryl turned from her scowling at Wolfwood to look down a little panicked at Vash, “What? I don’t think I can manage this thomas alone!”

He shook his head back up at her, while taking her legs out of the stirrups and adjusting them to his arm length. “You won’t, I’m riding with you!” He finished the other stirrup and before she could protest, he was swinging himself up and into the saddle behind her.

“V-vash!” His large frame was up against her, hard and reassuring. He had the reins in his left hand, his right around her waist to keep her place in front of him, trotting through the corral gate and past Wolfwood.

“Damn needle-noggin, how am I supposed to stand a chance at winning shortie over if you’re gonna literally look like a knight with your so-called ‘pauldron’ and whisk her away on a steed?” Wolfwood laughed at him.

Vash chuckled back, saying, “Tell Roberto we’ll be back in a few hours!”

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The first leg of their ride was peaceful, Vash keeping the thomas’s gait at either a walk or gentle jog. He had Meryl show him what she learned while he sat behind her, offering gentle corrections.

After a bit, he had her stop the thomas and dismounted. “Time for a water break!”

He held his arms out to her and gave her some quick instructions to dismount herself. Meryl ungracefully slid down and into his arms. When she tried to put her weight into her legs, she found them to be like jelly. Her muscles were not used to the riding position nor the heavy use of her inner thighs to grip the saddle.

“Easy!” Vash held her steady, saying, “That’s pretty normal. It can take some time to build your leg strength for riding.” He held her until she straightened.

He let go of her and unstrapped their canteen, offering water to their thomas first, then her, and he took a drink.

“Where did you learn to ride?” Meryl asked while he gulped down his fill.

“My family. The ones that raised me after my mother died.” He smiled sadly down at her.

“You clearly have been doing it since a young age.” She looked at the thomas, thinking about all of the skill it took to not only stay on the creature, but silently communicate with it.

Vash shrugged, “You could say that. Ready for the next phase of our adventure?”

Meryl nodded, smiling. This hadn’t been so scary after all.

Vash mounted without her and then reached his left hand down. “Up you go!”

“What? I’m not up front like last time?” She asked, getting a little nervous, but grasped his hand.

Vash had a playful gleam in his eyes. “You’re gonna want to be in the back and hanging onto me for this next bit.” He said as he pulled her up behind him.

Meryl grasped him around the waist and was about to ask what he planned to do when he squeezed the Thomas with his legs into a brisk trot. She wrapped her arms tighter around him, pressing her head against his back and squeezing her eyes shut, heart hammering in her ears.

Vash took the cue that her squeezes meant she was secure and let out an exuberant “whoop!” before setting the thomas into a brisk gallop.

Meryl was more than a little upset with herself for agreeing to this. She was currently hanging on to Vash for dear life, her body bouncing and jostling to the two-beat gait of the thomas’s gallop. Vash was glued to the thomas, his many years experience in the saddle showing itself by the way his hips and elbows followed their stead’s movements.

He was laughing as he turned back to Meryl, “How you doing back there?”

Her right cheek was pressed hard against his back between the lowest point of his shoulder blades, arms still wrapped around his waist. She clutched the black fabric of his mock neck in her hands over his abdomen, their coats and her hat left behind in the truck due to the day’s heat.

“Vash! I’m gonna bounce right off unless you slow this bird down!” She pleaded.

“Nahh… that’s no fun! I can smooth out the gait for you though! We just have to go faster! He squeezed the thomas with his lower legs, leaning slightly forward to encourage the bird to step forward into the new balance of his body.

“Vash, no!” Meryl squealed, clutching him tighter. He just laughed louder.

“Meryl! Open your eyes and look around!” Vash yelled through the wind whooshing past them.

She cracked an eye open, the desert breezing by. She slowly lifted her head, but not relinquishing her death grip around him. Both eyes were fully now open and the sound of Vash’s laughter and euphoria was infectious. She quickly found herself going beyond relaxing and joined him in his giddiness. This was so freeing and amazing!

They continued at their breakneck pace for a bit before Vash reined their Thomas to a stop. They were still giggling.

“So, how do we like thomas riding?” Vash asked, sliding off and offering his arms to her.

“It’s a little scary at first, but once you get past that, it’s quite the thrill! Probably the biggest of my life!” She smiled at him as she slid down into his arms.

“Good enough to write about?” He asked, grinning.

“Definitely! I’ll just have to think about how I want to put the experience into words.” She beamed, ideas forming.

“I’m sure it’ll be great.” He released his hold on her and they took their second water break, still riding the high from their race through the desert.

“Well, I think our thomas has had enough of our shenanigans… why don’t we start heading back?” Vash asked, turning to the thomas to adjust the stirrups back to her length. “I think it’s your turn to drive.”

Meryl nodded, not feeling nervous about riding anymore.

As they rode back, keeping the thomas at a leisurely walk, Vash rested his head on hers, saying, “See? Our height difference isn’t such a bad thing…”

“I think you get more out of it than me,” Meryl said back, but knew full well she benefited just as much from him.

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After watching Trigun Stampede and seeing how accurate Studio Orange was when animating Vash to ride a thomas, the long-time equestrian in me was squealing (I’m a dressage rider and have a horse named, Peanut!)

This idea immediately popped into my head.

There’s a really great Tumblr thread here that ecognizes the care Studio Orange put into animating Vash’s riding.

#vashmeryl #vashmeryl fic #vash x meryl #trigun stampede #trigun

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superunnatural-supersass · 1 year

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My beloved partner quietly sobbing in the passenger seat after we got unstuck from where we parked in the snow by a nice tow man but cars are only going 5 miles an hour on the way home and they’re still trapped in the vehicle:“should we call someone? To come get us?”

Me, the driver who convinced them to move to the Tundra of New England: “shorty got snow snow snow snow snow snow snow snow

Them icy wet pants and them tall boots with the snappps *with the snapsss*

Turn around and give that big snowplow a slapppp”

@hells-favorite

#I’m sorry my beloved

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senorincognito69 · 2 years

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Shift Inc., tall expectations

(Woman into giraffe)

Base draft by Wallace113: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/wallace113/

The evening was taking its hold on the day as, inside a nearby grocery, a clock was ticking away. Closing time was near as the cashier glanced at the time. A small smile adorned their face as they acknowledged that another shift was soon to conclude. For now, however, the teenage girl stared out into the store. Her fading pink highlights mixed into her short black hair flopped slightly as she curiously peered into her lane, trying to find the next customer in the line.

“Next please,” she said, still looking around as she failed to see the person she swore she had seen enter the line earlier.

“Down here” a voice replied, immediately catching the cashier’s attention. They looked downwards, noticing the short blond hair of the woman below.

“Ivy… I didn’t see you down there,” the cashier said, a sheepish smile on her face as she picked up the basket that the small woman was cradling. She began to send its contents across the scanner, more preoccupied with reaching the end of her shift than about how her client felt about her thoughtless comment.

Ivy Corto, on the other hand, just stared up, inwardly grumbling those words that often crossed her mind. “Why am I cursed to be a shortie?” her frustration was growing as the stress of her day job, and life in general, threatened to bubble over.

When Ivy was born, she had been surprisingly tiny. For the first few years of her life, this hadn’t bothered her. If anything, she had even embraced being what her mother would forever baptise her as - “mommy’s little girl”.

However, the years passed and Ivy never got much taller. She stopped at around four feet once she reached nine years old, and that made her an easy target for bullies. Her self-esteem continued to be challenged through her adolescence and even into her adulthood. Until now, in the present, where “mommy’s little girl” had become something of an insult.

“And that’s why I barely talk to them anymore,” Ivy thought, still daydreaming as she heard a voice nearby that snapped her out of her trance.

“Ivy, snap out of it, I’ve bagged up all your stuff” the cashier stated flatly with a small look of annoyance on her face.

“Sorry, sorry, I spaced out” Ivy mumbled, reaching up to grab her bag. “See ya later Monica…” she said mushily as she left the store.

Monica watched her go, twitching her lips. “That girl worries me…” she thought.

However, as the clock chimed for closing time, those worries faded away into a smile and an arm-stretching yawn. Finally free, the night was hers, to do with as she pleased. As she was replaced by her coworker for the night shift, Monica moved into the back room, taking the chance to check her phone. For the last couple of weeks, the big topic online had been Shift Inc. and its spectacular new marketing campaign with Kim Kardashian.

Shift Inc. remained a divisive subject, both online and globally, but after it was revealed that the changes in the video weren’t CGI… Kim Kardashian, the Kim Kardashian, had turned herself into a zebra for their Savage Africa Line advertisement and then the internet exploded.

Monica was adamant that something didn’t add up. Kim seemed far too vain, too famous, and too rich to just throw away her humanity so callously. Shortly after an audioless video showing the full transformation had been uploaded to Youtube, deleted, and then re-uploaded to PornHub.

It was undeniable that the celebrity had indeed metamorphosed herself into a zebra, but the claim that she had done it of her own accord seemed fishy, no matter how horny she looked as she transformed.

“I have to work this out!” she exclaimed with the unfound confidence of a daring private detective. Putting her phone aside she began to undress out of her work clothes, wondering about the excitingness of this new conspiracy.

A few streets away from the grocery store Ivy was walking down the narrow pavement with her shopping bags in tow. She was feeling rather upset following her encounter with Monica at the grocery store. Her cheeks blushed red with annoyance as she arrived at the bus stop.

The blush made her look even cuter, which she hated.

“You’d think that of all people Monica would know how tall I was by now, but no!” Ivy grunted mentally. “That bird-for-brains! You've known me since high school!”. She shook her head, barely aware of her surroundings… until she thumped into a surface in front of her…

“Sorry little girl, I didn’t see you down there,” the businessman nonchalantly said, glancing at what he perceived as a small girl in a yellow dress. Ivy’s warm brown eyes bored into his skull, shining with anger.

“I’m not a little girl!” she shouted, quickly righting herself as she grabbed her groceries. Her frustration was threatening to bubble, even pop, once more, she could barely contain herself… The last time she had popped that badly the police had had to get involved…

“Sorry doll, I didn’t mean…” the man started to reply.

“I’m not…! Hmmmph! Just forget it!” Ivy replied, her frustration fading as apathy took its place.

Right now, she just wanted to get home.

Before the man could react, Ivy had disappeared. He shrugged and returned to his task of motioning for a taxi. The tiny girl quickly vanished from his mind, after all his wife had sent him a message when he was at work, she had bought a Shift Inc. lotion as an anniversary surprise and was waiting for him in bed.

“This is going to be awesome!” he thought, a pervy smile creeping across his face.

It didn’t take long for Ivy to arrive at the bus stop. She placed her bags on one of the empty seats, and leant against the stop's wall. A few other people were waiting but Ivy didn’t pay them any attention. She didn’t have the energy for any more mocking comments.

She put on her wireless headphones and pulled out her phone.

A few taps later she was on Youtube as she grumbled slightly. She clicked on her music playlist to pass the time and also to forget about the world until the bus arrived. But instead what she got was one of those excruciating automatic Youtube ads, it was the Shift Inc. one that she had already seen a million times.

“C’mon! I hate this crap! I just want to listen to some music, goddammit!” she growled internally. But to no avail as corporate whims forced her to fully watch the ad once again. As she did so, she recalled the other videos that had been circulating around the internet, the gossip that Kim Kardashian’s metamorphosis hadn’t been willing, but instead the result of her messing up badly during the filming.

“Seriously… How much of a useless dimwit do you have to be to screw it up like that?” Ivy mumbled, a sneer coming across her face as Kim revealed her expanding buttocks with a smile. She had no sympathy for Kim Kardashian…or Kimmy, as was her new zoo name. “Beasts belong at the zoo.” She chuckled as the black and white striped fur sprouted, engulfing the wet buttocks.

“It wouldn’t happen to me, no sir…”

Nevertheless, despite her feelings on Kim’s stupidity and the dangers of mutating, Ivy couldn’t help but be fascinated by Shift Inc and the products they sold.

“Perhaps… Perhaps, they have something to help with my height condition?” she wondered, looking down as she noticed her dainty little Mary Jane shoes.

They were still in a child's size…

The familiar noise of the bus pulling up made her look up from her phone. Her free hand was about to put the phone back in her pocket, like every other day, but she didn’t… Shift Inc. was coming to the forefront of her mind…and whether they could help her.

Maybe it was the answer she had been looking for all along.

Damn the risk.

Her curiosity won out as she looked back at her phone’s screen.

“Any nearby pharmacies still open?” her fingers quickly typing into Google. There was in fact one, still open… and with Shift Inc. in stock.

“Should I?” Ivy thought, noticing the bus getting closer. It was quite the inner turmoil… risk it all or go back home… and accept that she was just a shortie…

Her mom, Monica, random assholes…

Her clenched lips drew a smile.

“I won’t lose anything by asking…!” she said, picking up her shopping bags.

When the bus did finally arrive the short woman had left… forgetting the grocery bag sitting on the seat…

Feeling like her feet were lighter, Ivy walked away from the bus stop, heading towards that fateful pharmacy, hopeful that this choice would have a great impact on her future.

The pharmacy was indeed nearby, so despite her short legs, she was able to get there with time to spare. The automatic doors opened for her, and Ivy looked around curiously, feeling rather tired after her short run. Her eyes widened slightly as she recognized someone else inside.

“Oh, craptastic!” thought Ivy.

By sheer coincidence, Melanie was in the pharmacy.

Her best friend in the whole world… Ivy really, really didn’t want to have to deal with Melanie’s overprotectiveness tendencies at the moment at all. The pharmacy wasn’t going anywhere, she could come back tomorrow.

Ivy tried to sneak away as best as she could, but…

“Ivy? Hey, Ivy! Hello! What are you doing here?!” Melanie shouted, waving her hand

“Damn it” Ivy sighed internally as she turned around.

To put it bluntly: Ivy envied Melanie. From her seven-foot height to her long, glossy brown hair and her perfect figure. Melanie even had a vibrant and flourishing modelling gig, Ivy’s dream job.

Standing in her light blue heels, she towered over Ivy.

“What wouldn’t I give to be in those shoes…” groaned Ivy mentally.

Once long ago, when they were children, in what now seemed a distant summer memory, she had been the tall one, the one that had to protect Melanie from the mean kids… but as the years passed by it became apparent that Melanie would never stop growing… and that only made her feel smaller…

Melanie for her part had always been too free-spirited to consider her size and her seemingly patronising attitude was just a constant reminder of what Ivy wanted most.

“Hey, Ivy! Are you listening? It’s me, Melanie, your best bestie! I was buying some protein shakes! Is something wrong? You look awful!” Melanie inquired, leaning down to Ivy’s level. “Did you catch a cold? Are you fine?”

“I’ve, hey, I… No, I’m fine,” Ivy babbled, avoiding her friend’s eyes.

Melaine frowned.

“You don’t sound fine to me,” her gaze narrowed.

Ivy hated it when Melanie talked down to her as if she was her parent.

“I had a rough day…” she answered, deliberately avoiding any further explanation.

“I see, I see,” Melanie nodded, straightening up. “So… What are you doing in the pharmacy?”

Ivy began to get nervous, staring at anything but her friend, but that didn’t dissuade Melaine’s inquisitive stare.

The short woman sighed, exhausted, and shrugged.

“I’ve just decided… After giving it some thoughtful consideration, to take a look… and, uh, ask if there’s any Shift Inc. product that could maybe help me… You know… Gain a few inches…” she slowly confessed with a feeling of resignation, carefully choosing her words in the hopes of not causing a fuss.

The increase of worry in Melanie’s expression indicated that she had failed.

“Oh, oh… but… Have you really thought about it properly?” Melanie asked, crossing her arms as her mom would. “That stuff is no joke, Ivy! There are all those videos of people… transforming… It's freaky! Monica told me that…!”

Ivy stopped her friend on the spot.

“Monica believes there are aliens in Area 51!”

“She’s shown me very good evidence of what they hide at the hangar and…!” Melanie stopped, and breathed deeply, raising her hand as if surrendering. “That’s another topic, look, I just… I just think you should at least sleep on it before doing something you might regret.”

“I’ve been sleeping on it for years! Perhaps if your head wasn't in the clouds all the time you would have noticed!” shouted Ivy, going red. “Do you even want me to be happy?” she asked in a bitter and resentful tone.

“Of course I do!” Melanie responded, her tone was soft as she tried to de-escalate the situation. “I just think you should…”

“I am an adult, Melanie, even if you and everybody else thinks otherwise! I can make my own decisions, and take my own risks. I don’t need your permission! You… You are just jealous in case I become taller than you!” Ivy replied, spitting the festering envy in her heart in Melanie’s face.

Melanie opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what to say.

“That’s not…” she babbled. “You can’t be serious…”

“Well, I am!”

The pair stared at each other, one with a look of anger, the other with confusion. A suffocating silence surrounded them, only broken when a third voice intervened.

“How can I help you?” a pharmacist asked - she was wearing pink glasses and her name tag said Rachel - from behind the counter, clearly agitated by the scene that the two friends were making in her workplace.

Melanie looked at the pharmacist, then at Ivy’s upset face… admitting defeat she took a step back, giving a free pass to her friend. Ivy was surprised by that gesture, it made the regret nibble her brain, but she had come to the pharmacy for a reason and wasn’t going to be dissuaded.

“Hi, hello,” the short woman said, putting her hands on the counter. “I… Uhhh… Well, you see, it may sound silly, but I was wondering if you would have any… anything… that could perhaps help me… get a bit taller…?”

Ivy felt quite dumb even asking that, it just sounded childish and she would bet that Melanie was staring at her from behind, which only made it worst. Her inner turmoil, the doubts and conflicted feelings were like a washing machine running at full speed in her stomach.

The pharmacist for her part wasn't surprised in the slightest by the request.

“So you are looking for Shift Inc. products?”

“Yes!” answered Ivy, maybe too quickly and enthusiastically. Ashamed she glared back at Melanie, Melanie pretended, very poorly, to not be paying attention. “Yes,” she continued, clearing her throat. “I think? I don’t know. Do they have anything for my… particular height issue?”

“Hmmm… I think we may have something that’ll fit.”

The hope made Ivy smile sillily.

“Really?”

“Indeed, but, as I’m sure you already know, miss, Shift Inc. isn’t like a simple aspirin. They are a line of highly specialised products whose goal is to fulfil every woman’s needs,” she spoke as if she was being paid, which she was. “Before we can prescribe you anything there's a procedure that begins with a quick blood test to determine the dosage, do you understand?”

The short woman nodded eagerly.

“Understood!”

“Good, then, if you are still interested, please follow me into the back room.”

Ivy followed the pharmacist with springs in her feet. Melanie watched them disappear behind a door behind the counter. She shook her head, picked up the protein shakes she had come to buy, and paid for them at the cash register, where she was served by another pharmacist.

With everything paid for and her shakes in a plastic bag she left the pharmacy… and stopped outside, leaning against the shop windows glass behind which, among other things, there was a large cutout with the Shift Inc. logo.

“Sigh…” she gasped. “Ivy, you are such an idiot…”

In the backroom, Ivy was seated on a couch while the pharmacist loaded her blood sample, taken by a thumb-pinching device, into a database on a computer.

“So, what product would work the best for my… predicament?”

“You may have heard of the new Savage Africa Line?“ the pharmacist said while she picked up a nearby clipboard.

“The Kardashian stuff?”

“Exactly! It might sound too convenient, and perhaps a little silly, but in that line, there’s a pill treatment for muscle elasticity based on giraffe hormones that have shown to increase the height of their users during the medical tests.”

The pharmacist gave a pamphlet to Ivy, it was a sizable list of Savage Africa products and the wild beasts that they were based on.

“Giraffe hormones…” mumbled Ivy, touching her fingertip to the picture of a giraffe that embellished the pamphlet. “Well, as long as it works…” she frowned. “Woah! Wait, this stuff is surprisingly reasonably priced!”

“Shift Inc. hormones are products for all women,” the pharmacist said with a smile. “Now that your test is up on their servers we can calibrate your exact dosage, but first you need to sign up for Takerace Insurance.” She gave Ivy the clipboard and a pen. “If you’re not already, you should be aware of the risks implicit in using this kind of hormonal treatment. Data shows that the prospect of an undesired mutation is less than 5% and most of those are caused by misuse of the treatments. Remember to only take the medication as prescribed, only the specified dose, and not to consume alcohol or other drugs… The usual precautions. Still, even in the rare worst-case scenario you have nothing to worry about, without any additional cost to you, Shift Inc. and their Takecare Insurance will take care of you as…” she stopped a moment. “In this case, as a giraffe.”

Ivy eyed the form, it was transparently clear, with details such as animal control or to which zoo she would most probably be sent in the worst case… The case where she became a giraffe for the rest of her life… Kim Kardashian’s furry zebra ass flashed through her mind, but she shook her head and quickly filled out the details, including the payment method, and stamped her agreement to the insurance without reading any further.

“It's good to know, but I haven’t any intention of joining the zoo business!” she said cheerfully, handing back the clipboard.

“Of course, but it is a necessary precaution. To finish the process I’m also obliged to ask you this rather blunt question: Do you fully understand the risks involved in using these hormones and that in this case, the risk may imply you becoming a giraffe?”

“Yeah,” nodded Ivy.

The pharmacist shook her head.

“No, you need to repeat it: Do you understand you may become a giraffe?”

The doubt returned to Ivy’s heart, she took a moment to think about the awful day she had been having and the many like this she had suffered before…

“Yes, I do,” she answered slowly. “I understand. I understand there’s a risk I may become a giraffe.”

She sounded solemn.

The pharmacist offered her a handshake that Ivy also accepted.

“Fantastic, then that’s all we need then! I'll send these forms off to Shift Inc. and you will receive your prescription in a few business days,” she explained to Ivy.

“That’s all?” asked the short girl.

“Yes, you can leave now, we will handle the rest.”

Ivy stood up and looked at Rachel.

“Thank you for this… It really means a lot to me…”

“No need for that Miss, it’s our job. Just make sure you use the pill properly and enjoy the experience!”

They nodded at each other and, waving goodbye, Ivy left the back room.

Shortly after that, Ivy walked out of the pharmacy altogether, she wasn’t entirely surprised when she found Melanie still sitting down outside, waiting for her.

Melanie got up, but Ivy spoke first.

“I’m sorry for earlier…” she muttered, looking down at the floor. “I’ve…I’ve had a long day and I…I just can’t take it anymore. I know that’s no excuse but… It's hard for me… being a dumb shortie…”

“You’re forgiven for being dumb!” Melanie replied, her warm smile brightened up Ivy’s mood. “As long as you forgive me for the same thing!” they both chuckled, Melanie leaned forward, noticing that her friend wasn’t carrying anything. “Did you actually buy that stuff?”

“Yup, they will send it by mail. Gi… G-Giraffe hormones.”

“Giraffe hormones? For real?”

“I need them…!”

“Then there’s nothing else to say!” Melanie quickly assured her. “Just be careful with it, okay?”

“I will, don’t worry, I’m not some idiot celeb, I know what I’m doing.”

“Good, that’s what I want to hear! Do you wanna ride back home?”

“That would actually be pretty neat.”

Melanie’s blue sedan was parked nearby. They got in and soon after joined the city's traffic, driving down the street. Melanie put the radio on, Ivy looked into the night sky through the passenger window, she was rather fatigued after everything.

With that mix of excitement and hesitation, she wondered about her last purchase.

Giraffe pills.

Could Shift Inc. really be the solution to her problems? Were her problems truly problems at all? Perhaps Melanie was right, perhaps it was a terrible idea…

The worst case…

At least if she still had any doubts she could always get rid of the pills once they arrived.

“I guess I need to sleep on it after all…” she whispered… and then shouted. “Shit I forgot my groceries at the bus stop!”

A few days later, Ivy was lying down on her living room’s sofa, hugging one of the big soft cushions, tired of her shortie existence. That terrible day when she had bought her hormones resulted in a long, long week of similar unpleasantness.

She was very done with everything… when the doorbell rang and she rose up like a spring.

“It must be it!” she shouted, rushing to the door. “I’m home! I’m home!”

The mailman was waiting for her on the other side of the door, holding a package.

“Good morning,” the man uttered in a dull tone. “Ivy Corto…correct?”

“Yeah, that’s me,” Ivy replied with an excited giggle.

The mailman nodded with a deadpan expression, offering a paper and a pen to the woman.

“Sign on the line,” he told her, tapping with the pen.

Ivy complied, her heart bouncing like a little girl. A wide smile on her face as she was handed the package.

It had finally arrived.

The bored mailman left after babbling something unintelligible. Ivy closed the door and quickly opened the cardboard, inside the package she found a small pill bottle with the Shift Inc. logo and some brochures.

She squeaked in delight, her long wait was over. It had finally arrived.

Ivy gave the bottle a close inspection. It was labelled Giraffe elasticity pills and embellished with the drawing of a happy giraffe doing a yoga pose. The instructions were printed on the back.

“One per day every morning or evening,” Ivy mumbled, reading them aloud. “Do not change the time of dosage, take them within one hour in anticipation of heavy exercise, don’t mix with other substances under any circumstances, not recommended for pregnant people… in case of metamorphosis, please call Takecare Insurance if possible…”

The woman felt the chill of uncertainty crawling up her spine once more.

The tiny plastic bottle felt heavy in her hand.

Her Mary Jane shoes were near the door… children's size shoes…

Ivy frowned, breathed deeply, and cleared her mind.

“Less than 5% of cases end in metamorphosis,” she repeated like a mantra. “I know what I bought,” she stared directly at the yoga giraffe. “I’m not a giraffe… but this is the end of Ivy the shortie!”

With that firm declaration, she opened the bottle and put the first of the bluish pills into her mouth.

She closed her eyes, held her breath… and swallowed…

After a couple of minutes… she gasped aloud as she stopped holding her breath.

Ivy didn’t feel any different, perhaps slightly hot. She rubbed her head and chuckled.

“You idiot,” she said. “It’s not magic, you weren’t going to puff and transform!” The woman closed the bottle and put it back in the package, picking everything up and walking back to the living room. “I need to read the prescription better…” she rubbed her panties, then inside them. “And…” her belly grumbled. “Have some breakfast…!”

Shortly afterwards Ivy was back lying on the sofa, munching some toast… while masturbating furiously...

The alarm on her phone buzzed. Ivy had to put quite some effort into waking up. She shut off the alarm with a slap, growling and grunting as she fought in vain against her own consciousness.

“What time is it…?” Ivy yawned as she sat up on the sofa, she was pantiless, her shirt felt tight and her muscles ached, she scratched her head. “Did I spend all of yesterday masturbating?” she wondered, looking at the phone’s screen. “Crap baskets… I need a shower… Melanie must be on her way to pick me up for work…

Ivy stretched her arms, causing a small rip in the back of the shirt. She didn’t notice that her feet didn’t have any trouble reaching the floor from the sofa now.

Stripping down she dragged herself to the bathroom, after a fast shower she proceeded to brush her teeth just like any other morning and then, thanks to the waking effects of the warm water, finally became aware of the fact.

The toothbrush dropped from her mouth and clinked into the sink.

“Holy fuck…!” her mouth opened in a perfect o. “I’ve…! Did…?! Grown!”

For anybody else, it would have been hard to spot, but for her, after a lifelong obsession, it was unmissable.

She had grown a whole inch overnight.

Joy overcame the shock, her mouth widening into a smile so large it would have made the Cheshire cat jealous.

“They work…! They work!” she cried gleefully, jumping around the bathroom.

Her voice was joyous as she quickly dashed back to the living room. She found the bottle of pills and took another one.

“One a day every morning!” she reminded herself after gulping it down. “Have to sustain the growth!”

A car was pulling up nearby.

“Melanie is here already?!”

She rushed to her bedroom and got into her usual attire, by the time Melanie sounded her horn she was already heading towards the door while tying up her pigtails, wondering excitedly what her friend was going to say about her growth spurt.

Ivy walked out of her house as if she was about to show herself to the jury in a beauty contest. Confidence oozed from every pore as she climbed inside the sedan.

She sat up very straight and with her nose pointing upwards, waiting for Melanie’s reaction.

“Sup Ivy, ready for work?” an oblivious Melanie greeted her.

Ivy raised her nose more and cleared her throat, attracting her friend's attention, Melanie frowned, confused.

“You… You okay?” was her next question.

That began to piss Ivy off.

“You haven’t noticed it?” she asked.

“Noticed what?”

“The pills arrived yesterday! I began the treatment and I’ve already grown!”

“You have?”

“Yes, a whole inch! Don’t you see that my head is closer to your dumb face now?”

Melanie squinted her eyes, staring closer at Ivy. She honestly didn’t notice much difference but chose to approach the matter with finesse and some theatrics.

“Ivy…!” she gasped slowly. “You’ve grown!”

Ivy’s confidence was restored instantly as she nodded eagerly.

“Yup! A whole inch!” she repeated.

Melanie started the car and began to drive down the street. Despite not noticing much, if any, physical difference Melanie couldn’t deny the difference in mood and boost to her morale that Ivy's attitude had received. Perhaps Monica was wrong, it wouldn’t have been the first time, perhaps this was for the best.

She smiled softly, happy for her friend.

In the passenger seat, Ivy’s bliss began to fade as her dangerous lack of self-esteem dragged her back down to noticing that even despite her extra inch Melanie was still way taller than her, looking down, her shoes were still in a child’s size.

The pressure in her chest, that sensation that she was about to shrink and disappear without anybody noticing, made her breath heavily. Plus, the last dose of giraffe began to take effect and her pussy heated up inside the skirt, sucking up her panties and making her blush.

Ivy fell pulled in two directions.

She shook her head with conviction, all she needed to do was continue the treatment and she would keep growing and growing until Melanie was the shortie.

That was the solution.

Become as tall as a giraffe…

“Can I come over tonight?” Melanie asked, snapping Ivy out of her train of thought.

“Uh?” Ivy replied with her cheeks painted a vivid red. “Come over where?”

“To your home, silly? We have to celebrate that extra inch!”

Ivy broke out of her daze, and she hoped Melanie hadn’t noticed her hard nipples.

“Lovely!” she said. “A lovely idea, yeah, sure, you can come, we’ll have a party!”

“Then it’s a deal! A tall girls' party night!”

“E-Exactly!”

They chuckled together.

Ivy really did feel like celebrating, perhaps in a lewder way than anything Melanie was planning, but if not, a relaxing night with her best friend sounded like heaven after so much stress.

The car drove away into the city…

The day went by in a blur… a horny blur…

Ivy was back at home, sitting on her sofa, rubbing her crotch. Exhausted, but content, Melanie was going to come over soon and their little celebration was absolutely certain to be amazing. She had started without her - on the coffee table stood the dusty bottle of champagne, a housewarming gift from her parents, standing open, in her hand was a half-empty cup. It was the second she had drunk, she didn’t have any fancy glasses… and she had never been very good at handling her booze.

She finished what was left in the cup, gasped, and let out a small burp that made her giggle. The short woman pressed the camel toe in her yellow panties.

“I should probably take tonight’s dose before Melanie arrives!”

If she had been luckier, that lazy dizzy thought might have come and gone, but to her disgrace, she had left the Shift Inc. pill bottle sitting on the coffee table.

“One every morning and evening!” she proclaimed, triumphantly wrong as she swallowed the fatal pill with a third cup of champagne.

Just as with any other case of hormonal overdose, the effects were almost instant even if she wasn’t aware of what was going on immediately. Her pupils dilated and her libido went nuclear.

Barely conscious she slid down in her seat, one hand reaching for her crotch, rubbing and pressing.

“Hmmm…!” she went lower. “Tall… I wanna be tallllll…” she mumbled.

A savannah wildfire burning inside her heart.

Ivy eyed the giraffe on the pill bottle’s label. She imagined the giraffe… standing majestically in the yellow grass… she gasped, her imagination escalated… the long cock inside of her.

Her panties moistened.

Her arousal was out of control, she wanted…she wanted…

The sudden sound of the ring of the doorbell broke her daydreaming, but not the growing heat in her groin. Her belly grumbled, she scratched her head, her mind foggy.

“What… What just…?”

The doorbell sounded again.

With a considerable amount of effort, she got up and stumbled on trembling legs over to the door. All the while her clit seemed to be twisting itself into a knot. When she opened the door, leaning against it so as not to fall, she found a cheerful Melanie on the other side.

“It's a girl's night!” Melanie enthusiastically proclaimed as she walked in.

Ivy nodded, closing the door, struggling to stand up, a pain in her stomach as it transitioned from the singular to the plural, developing four chambers… like the one a giraffe would have…

“Your house is always so clean!” Melanie giggled, but her smile didn’t last long, the bag with snacks and drinks she had brought dropped from her hand when she looked back at Ivy and saw her friend grabbing her growling belly with an expression of distress. “Ivy? You look… E-Everything alright?”

They stared at each other, both with similar concern in their eyes. Ivy was sweaty and red, she gulped before mumbling.

“I… feel… g-gg… strange…!"

That was all she managed to say before falling down onto her knees and hands. Melanie put her hands across her chest, recoiling.

“Ivy…! This isn’t funny, you’re scaring me!”

Ivy looked up at her, eyes wide open, teeth clenched. She tried to hold her breath but it didn’t last long.

“MeEelanieeeEEEHHHHHHHH!” her scream was stretched at the same rate as her neck.

Cracking and snapping the short girls’ neck quickly thickened and elongated, pushing forward, leaving her chest behind. Ivy was left as a bizarre inhuman sight with an absurdly long neck. Melanie, almost pushed by Ivy’s head, stumbled into the couch and dropped on top of it. From that position, she kept looking directly at her mutating friend.

Ivy’s hands began to change next, the fingers pressed themselves together, nails thickening and darkening as the keratin spread upwards. Dexterity faded from them as a new pair of hooves replaced her hands.

“Ivy! Ivy what’s happening?!” Melanie cried, as if it wasn’t already obvious.

A tingle climbed over Ivy's skin, from the tips of her toes to the tips of her ears yellowish fur with brown spots of different sizes and shapes grew all over her body, spreading without constraint.

“This is… You’re metamorphosing!” Melanie shouted, as soon as the realisation hit her, she walked around the growing bulk of her changing friend, frantically looking for something.

“Melanie? Don’t leave Meooooooooo!” Ivy cried, tears came from her swelling eyes, her stretching ears shook because the cry was not a cry but a bellow.

Ivy cringed in pain as a pair of tubular furry ossicones, a distinct marker of the species she was becoming, pushed their way out to crown her forehead. She continued begging for Melanie’s help, or at the very least her company, sounding more and more like an adult female giraffe.

Fortunately, Melanie quickly returned. She was holding something in her hand and her expression looked disappointed.

“Ivy? You drank this with the pills?” she asked. There was no malice in her voice, no anger, just Melanie being blunt and sticking to the point. Ivy managed to look up enough to see what Melanie was trying to show her.

It was a bottle of champagne.

“Ishhhh… Yuuuuuuuuush!” Ivy bellowed, immediate regret coming over her as Melanie could only nod in response.

“Yes… I’m afraid so…” Melanie simply replied. Next she held up the container that the accursed pills had come in as she quickly examined the side.”Okay, calm down…” mumbled the not-mutating woman, having found the insurance number on the side. Deep down she knew she couldn’t help Ivy at all, but even deep inside she wished she was wrong.

Melanie rang the insurance number, holding the phone to her ear as Ivy felt another change coming over her. She felt discomfort in her rear, feeling something pushing. It was as if something was trying to force its way out of her body as Ivy cringed in pain. Soon, however, she could no longer hold it in as she bellowed once more.

“Out, out, ooooooooooout!” hollowed Ivy, feeling immediate relief as her new tail burst out of her rear. It came out with such force that it tore a hole in her underwear. The new extension flopping around aimlessly, basking in its newfound freedom, ripping more the panties and exposing the darkened butthole and pussy beneath. Moments later, it calmed down as Ivy found that she was able to control the foreign limb with her mind.

“Huurooooyyooy!” Ivy bellowed towards Melanie.

Melanie held her hand up, as if she was trying to appease a wild beast, while she focused her attention back on her phone.

“Hello Shift Inc support speaking, how may I help you?” said the person on the other end of the line, Melanie scrambling for a moment as Ivy continued to transform in front of her, growing larger by the second as she continued grunting and moaning.

“Hello, sorry…” Melanie began moving away from Ivy as she realised how massive her friend was becoming. She could only imagine the sense of vertigo that Ivy was feeling as she bulked up, her proportions becoming truly animalistic as her clothes ripped apart. Her feet brutally crunched together, her toes sticking together like glue as her feet were quickly swapped for a pair of back hooves just like her hands had been.

From the neck down, Ivy was now more giraffe than woman. Melanie could only look on in awe as her friend’s boobs migrated down, sliding over the deformed torso to place themselves in the crotch and fuse and swell into a four teat udder.

“NUUUUUUUH! NOOOOOOOO! UUUUUUUUUG! GUUUUUUUUUUUHHHH!”

Ivy seemed to be crashing into everything, now too tall to navigate through her own home.

“Miss… are you still there?” asked the operator, finally regaining Melanie’s attention. “This is a paid phone-line.”

“Yes, yes, sorry. My name's Melanie Haute, and… I’ve got to report an incident as a result of misuse of one of your products,” Melanie explained her tone as firmly as possible given the circumstances.

“Ok, can you please elaborate?” asked the operator. “Are you metamorphosing, miss?

“No, it’s my friend, Ivy Corto, she’s been using your products and now she’s… she’s turning into a giraffe,” Melanie replied, somehow still maintaining her composure.

“MEMEMELNIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH! THE FFFFFUKKK FUUUR! MALENIIIIIIIII! IT ITCHEEEEEEEEES!”

Ivy was sitting over her bulged rear, squeezed in the entrance hallway. Her limbs stretched to match the rest of her body, long, lanky and thin, surrounding Melanie.

“Ivy Corto… Corto, yes, here she is, she's in our database. Did she use the product as stipulated?” the operator asked without flinch for the background noises of transformations.

“No…I don’t think she did…” Melanie admitted. “She… must have accidentally taken the pills with champagne…”

“Understood, sorry ma’am, but, as you sure know, Miss Corto will be a giraffe from now on,” the operator replied, shifting to a rather sympathetic voice.” The side effects of our products are irreversible,” the operator continued. “But no worry, the Takecare Insurance will cover your friend's necessities.”

“Meaning…?” Melanie asked, her composure now beginning to break.

“It means that Ivy will become be part of the Mission Replenish Zoo program as per the agreement she signed, she chose it herself instead of a wildlife reservation,” explained the operator while reading Ivy’s info. “We’ll organise animal control for transport, we just need your consent on Ivy’s behalf, because as of right now… I doubt Miss Corto is in a position to give it.” they concluded.

Melanie took a look at Ivy, her friend. She noticed the changing giraffe was having extreme difficulty standing up, let alone walking, her head constantly hitting the ceiling. She squeezed the phone, knowing what she needed to do, but before she mouthed ‘sorry’ to her friend.

“I… I consent on behalf of Ivy to put transportation in place,” she agreed.

“Perfect, they will be there soon,” said the operator.

“Thank you for your help…”

“My pleasure and… sorry about your ordeal,” the operator finished with as they hung up. “Help is in the way, just try to stay calm, both of you, is not as bad as it seems. Trust me, I know.” the line turned off.

Melanie put the phone down.

Ivy, through her changing ears, heard every word as she bellowed in protest.

“What choice did I have, Ivy?!” Melanie shouted, the difficulty of their situation beginning to overwhelm her.

“I dooooon’t knnoooooow…how abouooooot anything elseoooooo?” Ivy bellowed, feeling a tingling coming up her face. It felt ticklish, unusual. It was as if her bellow had caused her changes to speed up.

Ivy could feel the rest of the changes travelling over her face. She felt her ears begin to stretch out, becoming curved and wide as many new sounds became familiar to her. Her blond hair began to drop out of her head, a new brown mane taking its place, sprouting down her long neck. However, the finishing touch was her face beginning to push out. As Ivy’s muzzle formed, her teeth began to change, becoming more suitable for the herbivore that she now was.

“MEEEEUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!”

With a final unintelligible bellow muzzle finished stretching as Ivy’s transformation completed itself. It was over, all Ivy had been replaced by a common giraffe. One that was having difficulty moving in the cramped house that once she thought too big.

“Sorry Ivy but… it’s just… the fact, look at yourself… you simply cannot stay here,” Melanie said bluntly, crossing her arms in irritation. “You are a freaking giraffe for fuck sake!”

Ivy glared angry at her friend but, after a moment, backed down. Finally the talests of the two she bent her head down, trying to get Melanie’s poking her with her muzzle.

Melanie turned around, she was still upset at her friend, but…

“You are a freaking giraffe…” she repeated with cracked words.

Melanie began to stroke Ivy’s muzzle. It soothed the giraffe and calmed her irritation as both of them resigned themselves to their new fates.

Two weeks have passed…

Two rough weeks since Ivy’s transformation but fortunately, as the operator assured, things had turned out relatively well.

It didn’t take that long for animal control to arrive, also the firemen, they needed to cut a hole in the entrance to help the giraffe out into the transport to the zoo. Ivy tried to look at Melanie once last time, only to see Melanie turn away, disappearing in the crowd of curious neighbours. Ivy feared that she had lost her best friend… on top of her humanity…

Ivy hadn’t seen Melanie since that night, but she still hoped everyday her friend would come to visit.

Regardless of Ivy’s personal feelings, she had been relocated to a nearby zoo which had been rather eager to take her in. While Ivy had been subjected to many professionally degrading medical checks upon her arrival, most of the zookeepers were somewhat sympathetic to her plight.

She recalled her parents' visits the previous week. It surprised, and kinda annoyed, her just how little they were bothered by her transformation, but they had always been a couple of hippies at heart. After reinforcing how much they ultimately loved her, no matter what she was, they did have a few words which had proven to be food for thought.

“You always did want to be taller honey," her mother had said with a kind smile. “And now there’s few things taller than you!”

This had caused Ivy to realise that despite everything that had happened, she had, in fact, gotten what she had wished for. She was easily the tallest of all the zoo beasts around, even just within the savannah enclosure, it gave her an odd sense of… perhaps pride.

It was then that she noticed someone approaching, someone who had been annoying Ivy since day one.

“Here we go again…” Ivy thought bitterly as she eyed the zookeeper. Her name was Francine and her no-nonsense attitude rubbed the giraffe the wrong way.

Although, it wasn’t like Ivy had much of a choice but to put up with her.

“Morning, long-neck!!” shouted Francine, making the most of her ex-military background as she noticed Ivy staring at her with a glum expression. “Now don’t give me that face!” Francine continued, her booming voice echoing across the enclosure. “You could’ve chosen to avoid this if only you had been more careful. This is the natural consequence of your decisions and mistakes,” Francine stated, eyeing the annoyed expression of the newcomer giraffe.

Since their first interactions, Ivy made clear with her body language that she didn’t like a bit to be reminded of how she got into this predicament, yet Francine made sure to nail down that fact as often as she could.

“You metamorphosed? Big deal! That’s no reason to be mushy! You were a girl, now you are a giraffe, so what? See that big rhino over there? She’s a mother of three and used to be a bus driver, transformed at work, it was all over the news!” Francine boomed, pointing towards the large rhino for emphasis. “Now she’s willing to join the breeding program to help the nose-horn population!”

The rhino, while clearly slightly ashamed, gave an empathetic glare to the giraffe.

Ivy rolled her eyes, seriously missing the ability to speak and considered putting her spit skill in practice.

“And that Gazelle?” continued Francine, pointing towards the gazelle which froze in embarrassment. “A former athlete trying to stay on top. Resorting to using Shift Inc products to make it happen, hmph, at least she won the race in which she transformed!” Francine finished as she stared directly at Ivy.

“My point is… you’re not all that special, but you’re also not alone,” explained the zookeeper, her expression softening for a moment. “Everybody makes mistakes. You’re not the first person to misuse Shift Inc. products, you can bet you won’t be the last, but we’ll always be here to keep giving folks in your situation a place to call home and feel safe. You make a dumb and will never be human again, so what else can you ask for?” Francine finished, her expression narrowing once more as she finished her little pep talk.

“Listen everybody, today we have a tour group of school children coming in shortly, you all know the drill,” said Francine, going through the daily itinerary. “I expect you to be on your best behaviour, especially you, long-neck. It’s your first day in public and it’s okay to be nervous, but I don’t want any wacky shenanigans,” the zookeeper smirked. “Miel.” Francine stopped for a moment as Ivy bellowed out in protest. “You didn’t want to pick a stage name, so your mother had to choose one for you, you are welcome to come up with another one if you don’t like it!”

Francine stared at Mie’ for a moment longer, waiting to see if she had anything left to say. “Ok, now I need to go and check on the others,” she said, turning away from the giraffe. “We have a lot of ex-humans around, just remember, behave properly or I will shoot a tranq in your butt before you can grunt!” she said sternly as she finally left towards another area.

Peace didn’t last long, the school trip of noisy children arrived shortly at the giraffe enclosure, herded by a couple of teachers.

“He, me being the centre of attention…” thought Ivy. “After all, no one ever used to notice Ivy but now it’s impossible to miss Miel… Goddammit, mom!” she shook her ears and decided to lower her head to at least entertain the children.

As Miel began to lose herself in the joyous cheering of the enthusiastic kid, she was quickly taken out of the moment as a teacher came forward. She glanced at the nearby plaque which had a more or less detailed explanation and even a picture of Miel’s former humanity.

“This is outrageous! How can they allow freaks like this in public?!” shouted the teacher. “You are not a giraffe!”

The teacher stared disapprovingly at the giraffe, Miel tried to play dumb for a brief moment before outright ignoring them.

“As if I didn't have enough pains in my ass already…” mentally grumbled Ivy.

“Chill out Doris, the girl is already a giraffe for life, what else do you want to happen to her?” said another teacher.

Miel move away from the argument the two teachers started, walking gracefully to the enjoyment of the students.

“Welp, I wanted to be the main attraction and now I am…! Even if I am a damn giraffe!” thought Ivy, truly enjoying the attention she was receiving from the children.

Perhaps…she could grow to like this new situation… In fact, there was only one thing she missed… apart from talking and clothes…

Eventually the children began to leave, heading towards another enclosure and Miel was left all alone. But not totally alone… Ivy noticed that there was still one person standing in front of her enclosure. A person she knew all too well. As Ivy recognized Melanie, she just wished giraffes didn’t look so awkward when trying to smile.

Joy threatened to overwhelm her now gargantuan body.

“Hey there Ivy,” said Melanie, a wide smile across her face as she leaned on the fence. “You are the start of the show now, uh?

Ivy elegantly bowed her neck down, allowing Melanie access to pet her muzzle.

Miel the giraffe was now truly happy and that made all worth it.

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Travis Scott ft. Playboi Carti & Sheck Wes - FE!N Lyrics

Travis Scott ft. Playboi Carti & Sheck Wes - FE!N Lyrics Intro: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes Just come outside for the night (Yeah) Take your time, get your light (Yeah) Johnny Dang, yeah, yeah I been out geekin' (Bitch) Chorus: Playboi Carti, Sheck Wes & Travis Scott Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (Yeah) Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (Yeah) Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend Fiend, fiend (Yeah), fiend, fiend, fiend Verse 1: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake) Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah) I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch) It's like always they just want a piece of mine (Ah) I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah) What I'm sippin' not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit) I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mmm, let's go) Oh my God, that bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin') Well, alright (Alright), tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this) In the night, come alive Ain't asleep, ain't a—, ain't a—, ain't-ain't Chorus: Playboi Carti Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend Bridge: Playboi Carti Syrup, woah, what? What? (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) What? (Yeah) Woah, woah (Yeah, yeah) (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah) Verse 2: Playboi Carti Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and gettin' it live, hold up (Shit) Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit) Uh, hundred round (Woah), feelin' like I'm on ten Playin' both sides with these hoes (Hold up), shorty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up) I've been goin' crazy, shorty, I've been in the deep end She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go Chorus: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott Fiend (Talkin' 'bout), fiend, fiend (Yeah), fiend, fiend (Syrup, oh, oh, what? Syrup) Fiend, fiend (Syrup), fiend, fiend, fiend (Oh, oh) Fiend, fiend (Talkin' bout), fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (Talkin' 'bout, let's go) Verse 3: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes) This is a whole 'nother level, shorty (Oh), I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes) I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh) I got flows for days, these niggas ain't knowin' nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh) Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt) We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass) Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow) Fiend, fiend, fiend (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah) Why the fuck these niggas actin' like they know us? Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt), uh, yeah Switch out the bag, these niggas get rolled up, hold up (It's lit), slatt Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Outro: Playboi Carti Fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend, fiend (Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide) Read the full article

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Day 13 : Reflecting on the bike - A Temperamental Friend

After several frustrating hours on the phone to the AA locating a local mechanic who knows Guzzis, a silver lining emerges. A helpful lady offers to tow to Agostini Srl, a legendary Moto Guzzi specialist nestled in Mandello, close to the Moto Guzzi factory. The back of a lorry wasn't exactly the grand entrance I had envisioned for my bike, but even in this Top Gear like manner, I am ticking off another goal from my trip's bucket list.

My tow arrives at 10.30am but the drop-off isn't until 3pm, and he can’t take me with him. This leaves me to traverse public transport with my hefty luggage in tow. It’s annoying, but the ferry rides and train journey are a great way to get a different view of Lake Como - with stops at Varenna and Lierna.

Arriving at Agostini, tired, I am greeted by Luca, the hospitable general manager who's spent 35 years in the company's service. I spend the waiting hours exploring the treasure trove of Guzzi memorabilia they have on display, including an original V7 sport. The bike finally arrives, late at 4pm, but is swiftly swept away to the capable hands of the mechanics. I sit with them, and they diagnose that most of the noises are normal guzzisms and quite safe. Potentially, there is a corroded spot weld in the muffler, making the baffle loose, that might have been the cause of the lean running and rattling. Since I know I’ll need new mufflers at some point, and as I'm at Agostini, I see it fitting to get some here. The noise seems to have abated, or maybe it's just drowned out by the rumble of the new shortie slip ons. Either way, I am content. They also identify an issue – a crunchy steering rack. It appears the tow man may have ratcheted down it incorrectly, and damaged something that was definitely not there before. It's not an ideal situation, but I can get home with it. My ordeal with the breakdown cover that has proven to be woefully inadequate leaves me with little desire to follow up on it. Frankly, the AA European team are useless.

With the bike back in action, I take it for a spin around Mandello. I pay homage to the iconic gates of the Guzzi factory and ride down to the waterside.

After a day spent without the bike, this moment of respite offers a perfect opportunity to reflect on the role this machine has played on the roadtrip.

It has been a nuisance at times, but despite its eccentricities, or perhaps because of them, we've formed a bond. This machine, a curious blend of charm and quirks, is flawed, even broken in some ways - but aren't we all?

In its own way, it has been ideally suited to the diverse range of roads we traversed. Its generous fuel tank often came to the rescue, stretching the miles between refueling stops. The comfortable riding position and the plush saddle were a boon on long riding days, providing much-needed relief. Its deliberate and twitch-free handling lent a steady assurance on the variety of roads, although speed wasn't its forte.

Its low power has been a strange blessing in disguise. When you've spent hours in the saddle, the bike's forgiving nature ensures that a harsh blip on the throttle or a careless clutch release doesn't spell disaster. Its character-filled engine, with its grumbling and complaining, added a dimension of charm. When you're pushing it near its limit, which is at modest speeds, it comes alive. The whole thing shakes and resonates, as if sharing the excitement of the ride. In contrast, on a more capable bike, I would be barely stretching its legs at these speeds.

On the super technical switchbacks, I had no reason to envy the high-powered sportbikes. It kept up just fine, and when they zoomed away on the straights, I was content taking in the scenery. There were moments, of course, when I did pine for the rush of a sportbike, but the V7 proved to be no one-trick pony. It handled a varied range of roads and surfaces, something a pure sportbike would balk at.

An adventure bike might be the more logical choice for a journey of this kind, but they just feel like a utility to me. They're super competent, but conversations sparked by a BMW GS are often few and far between. The little Guzzi, on the other hand, seemed to draw smiles and stir curiosity as it tackled roads it had no business being on. The affection and nostalgia that Moto Guzzi fans displayed when they spotted the bike was heartwarming, and added a unique element to the experience that other brands simply cannot replicate.

I believe I've bonded with my Guzzi because, in some odd way, its become a living entity. It’s not for everyone, it has its shortcomings and peculiarities, but if you afford it time and patience, it weasels its way into your affections. Despite being a pain most of the time, it has earned my love - a testament to its underlying charm.

So, here's to my plucky Guzzi - a perfectly imperfect partner that has left an imprint on this adventure. I look forward to the rest of our journey together.

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Session 5

After exploring the hidden cave inside the mines some more the party decides to spend another day resting at the inn. When they wake they have two goals in mind: case the govenor’s mansion and break out their informant doppelganger from jail. As it was already well past sunset when they woke up they decided to start with the jail break. Ascelon the moon oracle decided to take the back alleys apart from the party. They woke up with a wolf companion, no clue where it came from, and thought it better not to be seen by anyone outside. The other three members arrived first. The conversation with the guard outside the jail was going well...untill they tried to intimidate and bribe him. The guard sent the other guard with him to get back up in case things got messy. Shorty after, the oracle arrived, wolf in tow. With the distraction this caused the rogue Hiccup nicked a ring of keys. The slight of hand proved to be meaning less as the rogue shoved his rapier through the guards throat as he reached back to find his absent keys. The party deciding it’s time to get the fuck outta dodge quickly incapacitate the sleeping guard inside the jail. They unlock the doppelgangers cell and spend several second debating if the doppelganger should pose as one of the guards. Bregnun the dwarf fighter peers out one of the front windows to see several guards running toward the jail. The party foregoes the armor and just takes off running toward the inn, where there cart is stored. They have decided to skip town. Cutting through the alleys, the party is in hot pursuit by a group of guards. The rogue breaks off at some point with an idea. The rogue hides in a small nook as several guards charge past him, including a man in plate armor. Once the coast is clear Hiccup grabs a lantern and chucks it onto the second floor of a building. The house quickly erupts in flame. This doesn’t buy the party anymore time but it does mean a large amount of the perusing force has left to deal with the growing fire. Getting the cart hooked up to it’s horses takes some time and the guards begin baring down on the party. Hiccup arrives just in time to get on the cart as it’s about to bolt down the street for the main entrance. The party is followed by 3 riders, one wearing plate armor. Mortemyr the witch sees them first. Once they get in range she begins shooting at them with her longbow using recently acquired poisoned arrows. One rider goes down as Mortemyr is joined in the back of the cart by Hiccup. Hiccup fires an arrow into one of the horses but it continues to push forward. The armored figure levels his crossbow at the cart, and hits Hiccup nearly dropping him to the ground. Eventually the cart is brought to a stop and the guard captain jumps into the back. It looked like a deadly fight, someone was going down and probably staying that way. Then, Mortemyr jabs a poisoned arrow into her arm after hexing the captain. The effects are transferred onto the captain who immediately falls to his knees, immobile. Helpless. Now surrounded by Ascelon, Hiccup, and Potooo (the wolf) each makes a vicious attack. Hanging onto life from the hammering of Ascelon and the biting jaws of Potooo, Hiccup finishes him off with a quick stab through the throat. The party drags the body of another guard into the cart as the third rides back toward town.

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maladaptive-thoughts · 3 years

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Los Guardianes | Part I [Nestor Oceteva x Fem!Reader]

I've been sitting on this for a while because I really like the story and want to make sure I do it justice. This is going to be a multi-part series. I hope y'all like it!

Warnings: references to playground injury | Words: 1,527

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In the chaos that accompanied the start of the first day of school, you missed the shiny black Escalade that was pulling up out front of New River Preschool Academy. Your pre-K classroom was already noisy, the sounds of children chattering and laughing intermingled with the sounds of tearful farewells as parents prepared to leave for the day. A few children sobbed hysterically at their parents’ departures and you motioned for your classroom aide to attend to them while you answered questions from a couple of helicopter parents about naptime and the quality of the provided snacks.

You didn’t miss when a very severe looking man with long black braids and yellow aviator sunglasses appeared at the classroom door with a young boy in tow. It was almost comical, the juxtaposition of such an intimidating looking man, dressed in all black and sporting a neck tattoo, standing on your gaudy counting carpet. Your eyes flickered towards him as he tried to assess which of the adults in the classroom was in charge. You watched as the young boy tugged on his hand and pointed eagerly towards the bins of toy cars along your bright blue bookshelf. You politely extricated yourself from the claws of the two mothers demanding their children only receive brand name juice and made your way towards the door, navigating easily around crawling children and spilled blocks.

The man looked up at your approach and you swore there was a flash of relief in his eyes. But it was quickly replaced by the serious, acute gaze you had witnessed at his arrival.

“Good morning,” you addressed the duo cheerfully. “I’m Ms. (Y/L/N). Who do we have here?” you asked, crouching down to greet the boy. He stared at his shoes shyly, shuffling closer to his guardian’s leg. You noticed the tightening of his little fingers around the man’s hand, and you stood with a smile.

“Cristóbal. Galindo,” the man offered quietly. “He’s a little nervous.”

“I see,” you replied with a grin. “Well, hopefully we can pull him out of his shell a little today. I promise, he’ll be used to us in no time, Mr. Galindo.”

The man’s stern expression lifted for a moment as he smirked, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m – I’m not Mr. Galindo,” he clarified. “I’m Nestor. I’m the Galindos’ head of security.”

“Oh, I'm sorry! Little man gets his own security detail?” You hoped your teasing was well-received; Nestor didn’t look like the kind of person you wanted to upset.

But Nestor smiled at you. It was small, but it was there, and the tension in your chest relaxed just a bit. “Something like that,” he replied. He studied you for a moment before you felt a tugging on the hem of your shirt and tore your gaze away from Nestor’s to glance down at the tiny culprit: a little boy with cornrows was motioning to Cristóbal and holding up a toy Batmobile.

You chuckled. “Use your words, Marco,” you said gently. “You can ask him if he wants to play with you.”

Marco turned to Cristóbal, who was staring at him in bewilderment. But the moment Marco offered the Batmobile, Cristóbal was smiling, and the two boys scampered over to an empty spot on the carpet. You looked back up to see Nestor still staring at you, a strange look on his face. He seemed to snap out of it after a moment, and he fumbled to pull his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed you a business card.

“I think Mr. Galindo’s information is on the school paperwork, but if you have any issues and you can’t get a hold of him, I always answer,” he supplied.

You nodded and gave him a wry smile. “Thank you, I’ll remember that.”

With a quick nod, he was gone.

Your mornings went something like that for the next few weeks. As the kids settled into a routine and became more familiar with your classroom, drop-offs started going more smoothly. Every morning, Nestor dropped Cristóbal off, and picked him up every afternoon. Sometimes, you had the opportunity to chat with him, other times, he greeted you with a nod and then was on his way.

Cristóbal seemed to be thriving. He played well with others and followed directions. He was very inquisitive, which you found endearing. You knew, generally speaking, who the Galindos were, and you would have expected, coming from such a wealthy family, for Cristóbal to be very spoiled. But you were pleasantly surprised by his gentle and respectful demeanor.

On one otherwise uneventful Tuesday, Cristóbal fell on the playground and split his upper lip. When you attempted to call Mr. Galindo, per his information in Cristóbal’s file, he didn’t pick up. You remembered Nestor’s card in the top drawer of your desk and dug around to find it while you pulled Cristóbal onto your hip and he clung to your shirt, his little body shuddering as he sobbed.

You quickly dialed the number and put it on speaker, setting your cell on your desk while you dug out your antiseptic wipes for the boy’s lip.

“Nestor.” His voice was clipped and edgy.

“Hi, Nestor,” you rushed, not wanting to take up too much of his time, “this is Ms. (Y/L/N) from Cristóbal’s school. I’m so sorry to bother you, but Cris had a little accident on the playground today. I don’t think it’s anything too serious, but he split his lip and he’s pretty upset. I tried to call Mr. Galindo, but he didn’t answer.” You knew he could hear Cristóbal wailing from your hip.

The second you stopped speaking he was telling you he’d be there in twenty minutes. He sounded gentler by then, and you breathed a sigh of relief. In that moment, handling a cartel kid seemed way over your pay grade.

Nestor arrived exactly twenty minutes later. It was nap time in your classroom, so you had Cristóbal sitting next to you on a bench in the hallway leading to your room. The bleeding had stopped, and he held an ice pack to his face to help with the swelling. His feet were kicking gently, not reaching the ground, and you realized one of his shoes was untied. As you knelt in front of him to re-lace his red sneaker, you talked to him quietly, telling him about the last time you hurt yourself: tripping over your best friend’s dog at the park and scraping your knee. You told the story so animatedly that he was giggling behind his ice pack. Facing Cristóbal, you didn’t see or hear Nestor approach and when you happened to glance over your shoulder, you jumped to find him standing behind you. He grinned down at you, obviously trying not to laugh alongside his ward.

You rose quickly to your feet as Cristóbal cried, “Nes!” and hopped off the bench.

You could have melted into a giant puddle on the floor witnessing the tenderness with which Nestor interacted with Cristóbal. He knelt down on one knee, gently pulling the ice pack away from the boy’s face to assess the damage. His eyes were puffy from crying, his lip was swollen, and there was a robot bandage over the cut, but he looked ok otherwise.

“How does your lip feel, bud?” Nestor asked him quietly, his voice low and calm.

“It hurts a little,” Cristóbal replied, “but Ms. (Y/L/N) made it stop bleeding and said I was brave.”

You watched as Nestor tried to hide his smile.

“You are brave, chaparrito (shorty),” Nestor responded with a nod, ruffling his hair. “Is it ok if I take him home for the day?” he asked you.

“Yeah, of course, I – ”

“Hey, now I look tough like you do when you get hurt, Nes!” Cristóbal interjected as Nestor stood up, a grimace passing over his expression. You raised an eyebrow as he glanced at you.

He offered a rueful smile and shrugged. “Hazards of the job.”

“Thank you,” he offered appreciatively. “For taking care of him.”

“Of course. Happy to.” You took in his dark eyes and the set of his jaw. He looked more drained than he had that morning and you wondered fleetingly what he had been up to when you called.

Cristóbal grabbed Nestor’s hand and began towing him down the hall when Nestor paused. He glanced back over his shoulder at you. “Maybe the next time I need fixing up, I could come see you for robot bandaid?” he asked, his gaze sober and almost apprehensive.

Your mind raced, trying to come up with a suitably clever reply as your lips curled into a grin. “Yeah,” you managed, “I’ll make sure to stock enough for all your work hazards. I also have dinosaurs, if you’re interested.”

A small smile crept onto his face and he gave you a firm nod. “Very interested.”

Cristóbal tugged his arm and he let the boy lead the way out. Your breath caught in your chest, the stillness a distinct contrast to the thunderous beating of your heart behind your ribcage. Very interested.

Part II of Los Guardianes

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twistedlymad · 4 years

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I almost forgot, can you please also do a story where the MC (fem reader) finally attends her first dorm leaders meeting. Will it go smoothly or end in a disaster. Once again thank you and stay safe.

I would like to say, nothing will ever go smoothly in my stories, so, expect chaos at every corner :)

And also, I have read a few stories regarding dorm leader meetings here and they’re all so wonderful! So, I decided to make this an online dorm leader meeting!

Anyway, I do hope this story lives up to your expectations! Thank you for requesting and have a lovely day!

What if you had a dorm leader meeting? (Ft. Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus, Ace, Deuce, Sebek, Epel, Jack and Grim) (Lilia, Silver, Jamil and Trey are mentioned)

“Tonight, we will be having our dorm leader meeting online!” Headmaster Crowley said to you while you were on your way back to Ramshackle Dorm.

“Okay, but why are you telling me this?” You questioned.

“Ah… You didn’t know?” The latter responded and you shrugged your shoulders.

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“A-Ah… It must’ve slipped my mind. Well, the other dorm leaders want you to join since you are considered a dorm leader.” You froze when he said those words.

“Do… Do I need to prepare anything?” You asked, hoping with the little time you had left you can prepare the needed inventories.

“Nope, just, be online by 8 o’clock later!” With that, the headmaster had left you and your bag of groceries in the corridor.

“Huh… Dorm leader meeting eh?” You said to yourself and made your way back to your Ramshackle Dorm.

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“(Y/N)!!!” The furball said and you caught him in your arms.

“Woah! Careful! I’ve never seen you this clingy.” You said, laughing and Grim just looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes one could muster.

“Did you get it?” Grim asked and you just sighed.

“Yes. No wonder you leaped at me.” You said, reaching in your plastic bag and pulling out two cans of Tuna.

“Yippeeee!! Thanks (Y/N), you’re the best!” Said Grim, running off with the two cans of Tuna.

You just laughed and shook your head. You proceeded to go to the kitchen and set and sort all your groceries. After doing so, you saw that it was already 8 o’clock.

“Ah! The meeting!!” You remembered and quickly ran to your room. Of course, Grim was already in your room, eating his Tuna.

“Alright, Grim, I’m going to need you to be silent for awhile. I’m having a meeting.” You said to the furball and got a ‘fgnaaa’ of confirmation.

You set up your laptop and checked your inbox. Surely enough, there was a link sent by the headmaster. You checked yourself in the mirror to make sure your clothes and hair isn’t messy before clicking on the link.

“Ah!! (Y/N)!!” A voice called to you when you arrived at the virtual meeting room. You had your camera off but your microphone was on.

“Good evening Headmaster Crowley.” You said and were greeted by an enlarged Crowley’s face filling up your screen. You giggled at the sight. The headmaster finally sat back down in his chair and not fill up the entire screen with his face. Multiple notifications can be heard from the headmaster’s end.

“Ah, it seems everyone else is here.” Crowley said and let everyone else in as you muted yourself.

Once he did though…

The seven dorm leaders had come online with their cameras on. Well, all seven except Idia who only had his microphone on.

“Riddle, anything else?” Trey asked Heartslabyul’s dorm leader.

“No, the tea and dessert is fine. Thank you Trey.” Riddle said to his vice-dorm leader. Trey then left the room.

“Uwahhh! Riddle, you have dessert? Jamil! I want some too!” Said Scarabia’s dorm leader.

“No Kalim. You just had dessert, you can’t have any more.” Jamil said as he took his leave.

“Pooey.” Kalim pouted.

“You know, I could probably get you a deal that gives you unlimited desserts at Mostro Lounge.” Octavinelle’s dorm leader said to Kalim. The latter’s eyes sparkled.

“Really?!”

“Oh, Kalim, you potato, don’t trust Azul that easily.” Said Pomefiore’s dorm leader with a small mirror in hand.

“So, how do I do this?” Malleus asked Lilia, Silver and Sebek who were right beside him.

“Just, don’t press anything, me and Silver already set it up nicely for you.” Lilia said as he left the room with Silver and Sebek in tow.

You giggled to yourself as you saw everyone on your screen with their usual chaos.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough everyone. Now, welcome to our weekly dorm leader meeting! Only this time, we have decided to have the meeting online!” Crowley boomed.

“Right, forgive me for asking but, why can’t we have our meeting at the usual place?” Azul asked.

“Don’t you remember? Some students were playing magift when all of a sudden their magic accidentally hit our room, causing the whole place to be ruined.” Idia replied.

“Yes, the students were the first-years. I made my first-years write a 1000-word apology as punishment.” Said Riddle, taking a sip from his teacup.

“Hmph, I made Jack clean the dishes for Savanaclaw for 2 weeks.” Said Leona.

“I had Lilia take care of Sebek’s punishment.” Said Malleus.

“I made Epel wear a mask before sleeping for a month.” Said Vil.

You winced at everyone’s punishments as you remembered seeing your friends all looking pale and mumbling incoherently. All you could make out from their mumblings were ‘1000 words, he’s crazy…’, ‘my hands are going to die…’, ‘Lilia-senpai won’t leave me alone…’ and ‘stupid Vil, stupid mask, stupid beauty rules…’.

“Isn’t that what your dorm members usually do?” Kalim asked Vil.

“Yes, but he doesn’t do it from time to time, so as punishment, I made sure he did it every night.” Vil replied, checking his face in the mirror.

“Pfft, sissies.” Leona said with his eyes closed.

“You got a problem pussycat?” Said a slightly annoyed Vil, putting down his mirror.

“What did you call me?” A growl can be heard as well as a scowl can be seen on Leona’s face.

“Now, now everyone! Stop fighting!” And Crowley comes in and saves the day. “Please, we’re here today to have a meeting, not an online brawl.” The headmaster continued, until Idia cut him off.

“Sorry to interrupt Headmaster, but, why are there 9 of us?” That’s when all the dorm leaders noticed.

“Yes, if counting all 7 of us plus Headmaster, there should only be 8 of us. So, who’s the plus one?” Azul asked. Crowley just gave them a smile.

“Well, plus one, introduce yourself.” The headmaster said to you. You let out a small sigh, before turning on your mic.

“Hello everyone, I’m (Y/N) (L/N) and I will be joining today’s meeting!” You said to them as you could see visible shock on their faces. Kalim was the first to overcome the shock and greeted you back.

“(Y/N)!!! I’ve missed you!!!” Kalim yelled into the mic.

“Yes, (L/N)-san decided to join us today for this meeting as requested by all of you during our last meeting.” Crowley said. “Now, can we officially start our meeting?” Asked the headmaster and everyone agreed.

“So, first of all…” Crowley decided to start off the meeting.

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You did not understand anything at all.

‘Why is it so chaotic?’

‘Were all meetings like this?’

‘Was this normal?’

You thought to yourself as you looked at your screen only to see Vil and Leona in a very VERY heated argument, Kalim laughing himself to death, Idia just went silent, Malleus looking confused, Riddle and Azul were trying to break up the two dorm leaders who were arguing but they roasted while doing so and are on the verge of tears,

And Crowley?

Crowley straight up gave up.

What happened you ask?

Well it was pretty simple.

When Crowley said that you all should take a 5-minute break before continuing your discussion. You let out a small yawn and gathered up your papers, pilling them up nicely. When your eyes looked back at the screen, you noticed 6 of the dorm leaders were controlling their laughter. You were confused until your eyes landed on Leona’s video.

Apparently, he had forgotten to turn off his camera when he stood up to get his water which was located on a table behind him.

Sure, it wasn’t a problem at all…

If he didn’t forget the fact that he did not put on any pants.

So, a pair of pink, cat-themed underwear is shown on everyone’s screen.

“Say, pussycat, I didn’t know you were a real cat lover.” Vil said, trying his best to compress his laughter.

Leona immediately turned around, almost wanting to fire back at Pomefiore’s dorm leader when he realized what he was referring to. The lion turned red and immediately covered himself by squatting down so the camera couldn’t see his lower half and slowly made his way back to his chair.

Once he did, he fired back at Vil by saying the following words:

“You messed with the wrong lion, sissy.”

And he started to share his screen to everyone. Once he did though, a video of Vil singing and dancing to ‘Dancing Queen’ played, leaving Vil in utter shock as everyone stifled their laughter.

“hoW?! HOW DID YOU GET THIS?!” Vil asked furiously. Leona just shot back a smirk.

“Oh, I have my ways…” The lion said as the video had finished playing.

“Why you little-“

“Leona, Vil, that’s enough.” Riddle had spoken. You sighed internally, glad that this chaos would end.

Oh, how wrong you were.

“Shut up shortie!”

“Stay out of this you tart-lover!”

Riddle was clearly in shock. His face began to redden with anger but he couldn’t fire any insults back. He didn’t know what to say. Nothing he said would hurt the two arguing dorm leaders in any way.

“Leona, Vil, I don’t advise you to-“ Azul spoke up until…

“Octo-punk, shut it!”

“This is none of your business, four eyes!”

So, now, you’ve got two dorm leaders who were at the brink of having a meltdown and two fierce dorm leaders shoving insults in each other’s faces. Kalim was laughing with tears almost coming out of his eyes, Idia had already begun to laugh uncontrollably when he saw Leona’s pink underwear. And then there was Malleus.

Tsunotaro looked absolutely dumbfounded. He didn’t know what was happening nor why was this happening because he just came back from the 5-minute break.

Let’s not forget about you. Oh, poor you.

You facepalmed. HARD. Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to show good examples? Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to have the basic necessities to become a leader in the first place?

Aren’t dorm leaders supposed to NOT have petty fights and NOT INSULT one another?

It wasn’t a wonder why the students were so… So chaotic. If, the dorm leaders themselves were this chaotic as well.

You looked down and rubbed your temples as you tried to think of a way to calm everyone down.

“Seriously you guys, I love you guys and all but this is absolutely twistedly mad.” You said to yourself. (Hi, I am very subtle with my name yes? :’) )

Or so you thought.

Suddenly, silence filled your room. You were confused, weren’t they all just arguing, breaking down and laughing uncontrollably just a second ago?

You looked up to your screen to see 6 faces looking at their screens, a slight blush appearing on everyone’s faces.

“Oya? (Y/N) loves us?” Malleus asked, a smirk on his face.

Then, realization hits you like a bus. Your microphone was on the entire time.

They had heard what you said a moment ago.

“Um… GOTTAGOBAI.” You said and logged off.

Well, you tried to.

You see, when the arguing occurred, Grim was sleeping peacefully on the table beside your laptop. You petted him from time to time and expected him to sleep through the night until the next morning, after all, he looked so deep in slumber.

But he woke up and he crawled onto your laptop.

“Yanno, what time is it (Y/N)?” Grim asked as he crawled on your keyboard.

“Grim, no! That’s the video-“ Grim had accidentally pushed down the button.

“-button.” And your camera was on, showing everyone your face. Your… cute face!! Add on your small blush and you have the most adorable face hands down.

And your outfit. Oh, your outfit! You didn’t think you would go on camera, so you just put on an oversized shirt, short shorts and called it an outfit.

To think someone this cute had semi-confessed their feelings for the dorm leaders.

So, now, with the combination of your cute, semi-blushing face and cute outfit, the dorm leaders’ blushes had darken.

“Well, would you look at the time? Our meeting has ended, so see ya!” You quickly said and closed your laptop. You let out a sigh and looked at Grim, who was on your bed, sleeping again. You smiled, pet him a little more and went to bed yourself.

It took all your willpower to not blush the next day when you saw each and every dorm head.

But of course, things changed.

The dorm leaders would follow you around school each day, making your friends look at you in confusion.

“When did Dorm Leader Rosehearts get so close to (Y/N)?” Deuce asked his friends as he saw you talking with Riddle.

“Beats me! Vil also has been sticking around with (Y/N) a lot! From giving her masks as a gift to straight up giving her stylish clothes.” Epel replied.

“Leona-senpai too… Ruggie-senpai had sent me to get him for his classes while he was napping but when I found him, he was already walking with (Y/N)!” Said Jack.

“Malleus-sama had also been hanging around (Y/N) lately. Every time I go search for him, he can always be found beside (Y/N).” Sebek also expressed the changes he saw in his own dorm leader/young master.

“Guys, guys, is this what I think it is?” Ace asked his friends. They turned to look at him confused.

“Don’t you see? They’re trying to steal (Y/N) away from us! Her friends!” Ace concluded to them.

“Nah, I don’t think they would do this… Right?” Deuce started to question alongside his friends.

And so, you were left with 7 clingy dorm leaders and an additional 5 clingy best friends. All of them, wanting you to themselves. You might find yourself overwhelmed from time to time, but hey! You’ve got a bunch perfect boys looking after you and making sure you’re okay 24/7.

Lucky you ~

*Bonus!*

“And so, that is why we must enhance our defenses to our dorms if anything ever happens again.” Azul concluded and the dorm leaders nodded.

Your eyes were glued on the screen when all of a sudden Malleus’ video had turned off. You noticed this and were quick to inform him on it.

“Malleus-senpai, your video turned off.” You said.

“A-Ah? Really? But I could still see everyone?” Malleus said back.

“No, Malleus, (Y/N) meant that your camera had turned off.” Vil said to Diasomnia’s Dorm Leader.

“Alright, so, what do I press to turn it back on?” Asked Malleus.

“The button with the camera icon on it.” Riddle replied calmly.

“Alright... So, all I have to do i-” Malleus was cut off.

He... He accidentally logged out. Everyone stayed silent, not knowing what to do. No, wait, not everyone. Idia was laughing uncontrollably.

It wasn’t long before Crowley received a notification saying someone wants to join the online meeting.

“Ah, Draconia-san is coming back in again.” Said Crowley.

“Welcome back Dra- Vanrouge-san?” Crowley asked, shocked to see Lilia’s face on the screen.

“Good evening everyone. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Lilia said as he moved away to reveal Silver and Sebek trying calm down a Malleus who was on the brink of having a panic attack.

“I... I don’t know what happened!” Malleus said as Silver and Sebek tried to comfort their young master.

“Is... Is he going to be okay?” You asked.

“Oh yeah, he’s fine.” Lilia replied and everyone had spent a good 5 minutes trying to calm Malleus and refrain him from using any offensive magic that would potentially ruin his entire dorm.

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HER

I was rollin' around and in my mind it occurred. What if God was a HER?

Quick lil one-shot. Erik is onstage at a poetry night.

The words Urban Fever flashed neon above the familiar stage that Erik had seen countless nights through Open Mics and jazzy blues. Erik took the stage for the former, a first time poet created by the woes of heartbreak. He'd been through a lifetime in under a year.

A packed house sat before him as he adjusted the mic making it taller from the last poet who was 5'6 in her clunky platforms. Lights blinded him from the faces of the crowd and he squinted as the liquor in his system along with the vibe of the room made his mind run backward with reminiscing. His tongue was loose recounting his too brief time with.. Her.

"I swear I lost my train of thought when I passed her, fro godly like a pastor, skin like brown alabaster.

Astral choirs sing jagged edge cause shorty done walked right out of heaven a vision fulfledged."

NINE MONTHS BACK

"E, What you doing," Diamond's irritation cut into his sinful and lustful thoughts. For a minute he forgot he was in a relationship. He couldn't say he was in love but neither could most people. Diamond was down for him at least, he knew that for sure. "E!!"

"Hm?" His mind blanked so bad he missed the turn to take Diamond to work which meant he'd be late meeting his other bitch once he dropped her off. She sighed throwing her arms.

"Really E?" Diamond cut with a look that could kill. She was visibly sick of his shit but still there.. "You gone check this bitch out right in front of me when I'm in the car? Beside you?" She pushed the wheel causing the car to drift slightly into the left lane nearly hitting the car there before he righted it. "You that bold?"

He took a low look at her from the side of his eye as he kept driving. He'd passed the girl because Diamond made him gas the car so not to get hit.

"You trippin."

"Don't do that," she groaned. "Don't LIE. You want the bitch, go get the bitch." Impulsively she grabbed for the wheel again but he blocked her. "Let me out."

"You extra right now, chill out."

"Don't tell me to chill," she grit pushing the side of his head. He gave her another side eye as he contemplated pulling over.

"Just let me turn around.. Okay?"

She groaned as her head hit back on the headrest. "I don't know why I fuck with you, you ain't shit, never gonna be shit, make me feel like shit over your shit. It's just shit."

"So leave then Diamond! I don't need to hear that shit."

"I really should.. I'm not dumb, I know you cheating! I don't know why I stay with you when I know better."

"You know why."

Eight thick inches explained exactly why. He purposely missed the next turn hoping to find that girl walking again before she disappeared.

"I swear to-," she jumped suddenly, "LET ME OUT. I'M DONE, LET ME OUT!"

"Aye, chill. I'm a get you to work."

"NO. FUCK YOU," she pointed popping her door open before the car could make a full stop. He didn't stop and she either had to roll out or shut the door. She slammed it. She was finna be late as hell.. Meanwhile he was circling the area tryna go back to find that mystery woman he'd spotted before. Diamond wasn't dumb. She was shaking with anger, talking to herself.

The tall drink of hot chocolate with the god tier afro stood gracefully at the crosswalk looking like she'd flewn right out of heaven and into Stockton. Erik didn't know what the hell he was thinking.. he wasn't.. but he was damn near leaning on Diamond while steering the car closer to the sidewalk, rolling at a crawl to match this new woman's pace as his current sat fuming in the seat, shoving him off of her.

This new woman was divine. There were diamonds dusted in her skin like he'd never seen on a woman who wasn't on a TV screen. When she walked down the sidewalk, the world became chopped and screwed. That's how fixated he was. Not even Diamond slapping at him or shoving him could break his focus on that woman and her walk as he cruised beside her as though the surrounding traffic didn't exist.

"LET ME OUT," Diamond yelled smacking his face. She'd been trying the break the passenger door handle.. like he wouldn't make her pay for it. He finally stopped the car to let her noisy ass walk.

"Bye," he muttered pulling off to catch up with the fro'd up goddess.

"DON'T TALK TO HIM, HE'S TRASH," Diamond yelled from afar, her voice carrying faster than she could physically catch up. Erik wasn't bothered or embarrassed.

He had to think carefully of what to say. How could he impress this girl without her thinking he was a creep? Following her probably wasn't helping. Luckily she dropped something. It looked like money. Seizing his opportunity, he quickly parked in a no parking zone and dashed to snatch up what he discovered to be a twenty dollar bill.

"AYE.." he called ahead to no avail. He had to jog to catch up and when he reached her side, he noticed she had in earbuds. He waved for her attention and she fixed her eyes cautiously. Her almond eyes lined in jet black were just as black. She gritted on him hard. Even her disgusted face attracted him. She turned her nose up until she saw the twenty in his hand folded the same way the one in her pocket had been. He had her. "You dropped this.."

His hand smoothly ghosted hers as she took it. She felt like velvet to the touch.

"Thanks.."

She gave him a second look and he bit his lip as he met her eyes wondering how to make his next move.

"Ok.. so that's it?"

Her question caught him off guard.

"You do all that, follow me for damn near three blocks and now you've got nothing to say? That was anticlimactic."

Erik's jaw dropped slightly before he caught it.

"Wanna ride?"

She turned her nose up and he presented his key fob watching her deliberate on whether or not to trust him.

"Might as well.. before you get towed. Goofy ass," she mumbled with humor. There was something about her voice that was familiar and calming, the deep timbre. He rushed to retrieve the car. His face said it all as he opened the car door for her. It wasn't something he'd been in a habit of doing.

"Why thank you," she smirked.

"Of course... Why walk when you can be chauffeured," he commented when he was in.

"I like my woman black as the heart of an Aryan. Black as the back of a diabetic's neck. Black as coffee with no cream. My girl looks like 2 AM in a blackout."

Erik glanced wistfully to his memories ignorant to the soulful groans, snaps, and hums from the crowd. Of course his woman was no more, but he carried her still regardless..

Erik was stuck. He couldn't be away from his peace especially in the quiet moments when neither of them had anywhere they'd rather be than side by side doing whatever. Nail shop? He was in the pedicure massage chair right beside her with a drink and his feet up. Bank? They'd hit the BB&T and the SunTrust in one trip. They paid bills together.

"E, hand me my debit."

"You tryna pay it?"

"Yeah, I gotta pay today."

"I already did that."

"You paid mine?"

She seemed pleasantly shocked which was what Erik wanted.. to make her happy. Especially considering the pushback she got for their relationship. There were a lot of hating ass bitches.

"I heard you talked to Bianca.." He watched for any sign that she was omitting details to spare him. He didn't need to be spared. She took a deep breath and he knew without her speaking that some choice words had been exchanged. Afterall, he was playing Bianca with a whole girlfriend before leaving them both for this new flame. Bianca hadn't reacted well when she found out. "What she say," he inquired with faux calm. He had every intention of cussing out all his exes.. every one of them who had a problem with him moving on. It was the side effect of dating crazy bitches. They were too passionate. They couldn't just let shit rock, they had to harass him and his girl.

"I ain't worried about her, she can try me if she wants.. I'll knock her ass out that's for sure."

"Aight then," Erik smirked. He still planned to say something. "What she say though," he pressed.

"Same shit. She can't comment on anything but my skin because she knows I look better then her."

Erik was disappointed every time he thought of the fact that he'd unknowingly fucked a self hating colorist. He hadn't seen it before but now that he was serious about this new girl, true colors were showing.. and it wasn't just Bianca.

In a moment of fuck it after a sweaty quickie in the post office parking lot, Erik uploaded a chest-up pic of him and his cutie glowing from within with smiles white enough to rival the purest coke. She clung to him, laughing from the gut with crinkled eyes about something they'd both previously witnessed and he was grinning full force. That was the shot. Very pure. It'd brought him joy just looking at it, but others ain't feel what he felt and they had words about it. He cut off a childhood friend over a conversation where the guy'd said something casually insulting.

"How you ain't mean it when it came outta your mouth," Erik challenged. His friend was a damn coon.

Even worse was witnessing the treatment of her when it wasn't immediately clear they were together. She stood firm and held her own with class and dignity but it was work she didn't deserve to have to do. He couldn't be there for it all and even before he'd entered her life these problems were there.. but still..

"You know you perfect?" Erik asked this question at least once every other day to uplift his woman.

"Erik I need you to pick me up from work today," she said one day and when he asked why, she stated that her tire was flat. There was a nail in it. He sighed rubbing roughly through the fuzzy growout at the base of his locs. It had Evil Ex written all over it.

"I'll take take of it," he ensured. "I'll meet you for lunch too, wait for me."

His dedication knew no bounds. His loyalty had never before existed. His feelings for this woman were like nothing he'd ever felt.

Five months in.. he felt the same way. He'd never lived with a woman.. He'd never been faithful in his life, but then he'd never been in love.

Eight months.. she was still perfection through the good and bad and he'd do anything. He saw it all. The attitude, the dookie braids, the subtle insecurities, the slight messiness around the house, the flaws.. and all he could think of was that... he had his eye on a ring.. one with diamonds that matched the diamonds he saw in her soft rich deep brown skin.

"I'm casting all my game hoping she bite. Told her ass: You got that air that I like. Derriere sky high bite down I like to hit it from the bike. She say she love when daddy cum and fill it up just right."

The ring was still in Erik's pocket. It flipped absentmindedly through his fingers as he spoke. Unfortunately she'd never gotten it.

26 DAYS PRIOR

Erik gave backshots through the hour of 5 PM. Both he and his girl had arrived home around the same time and it was on sight.

"Hey.. Bae.. Get up and fix me something to eat," he whispered in her ear as she was laid out and half asleep. He was laid out as well with little energy after emptying himself of everything. He nudged her and she groaned but sat up.

"You can't fix it? I don't wanna move," she snickered.

"Pleaaaase," he begged watching her give in as she stretched. He smacked her ass as she rose. Then he rolled over and closed his eyes, hungry but ready to sleep. He inhaled her fresh scent left over on the pillow. It reminded him of oceans.

The doorbell rang.

He figured it was a package, something else she'd ordered. The closet was full. He drifted off.

When a half hour passed he opened his eyes and she still hadn't returned, she had to be cooking something. The thought hit him to surprise her in the kitchen by taking her as she cooked. It would be sexy..

When he walked out to the kitchen, he immediately entered a state of shock. Not only was she not cooking or coming back.. She had left a note that amounted to this:

Erik.. I'm leaving you for my ex.

Apparently her ex had showed which meant they'd been in contact... she even let him in.

Turned out he'd been a rebound all along.

"I should've known better..," Erik's head dropped in dark humor as his story came to a close. "When a goddess says her name is Karma that means misery. Better run if you got a history. I guess if she's God then God's testing me. Cuz she sure left with the best of me."

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