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whatgaviiformes · 3 years

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Firefly’s Glow 2/?

Part 1 | Part 2 You are Here

A/N: This chapter gave me a helluva time, but here ya go with the promised literal box that I almost scrapped. TW: Spiders - I’ve bolded the first two words that start and end that section if you’d like to skip. This should be the last of the main whumpy bits - I struggle a bit with that I think, but I have LOTS of ideas for the angst and H/C.

For @tsarinatorment and @janetm74 for the prompt :) and with thanks to @godsliltippy and @gumnut-logic for the support as I whined about this chapter, and then @bonsaiiiiiii who wanted a tag for more pocket!Gordon.

*Nervously sends out to the ether*

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Part 2

Gordon pressed his hands against the smooth glass.

“What is all this, Fuse?” Gordon asked, hoping his voice carried enough to be heard, though it echoed around the small containment. “What did he do to me? Are my brothers okay?”

Gordon was not expecting much of an answer, and it was rather obvious what happened to him. But the surprise in Fuse’s expression softened for a moment all the same, visible even through the distortion of the glass, and Gordon could recognize the conflict behind the silent pause.

“I shouldn’t be talking to ya,” Fuse said.

“Fuse. Please?”

“Mmm. They’re fine. He only captured you.” The bottle shook briefly under Fuse’s hand as he peered through it at Gordon’s hopeful expression. “Ah, shit, fine. Okay, so they’re coming. The Hood’s nervous – packing quickly.”

“Where are we?”

Fuse shook his head. That’s all Gordon was going to get. From afar, Gordon heard Havoc call her brother, and Gordon could see the momentary panic in the larger, obtrusive eye. The larger man hastily placed Gordon’s bottle back on the shelf and turned to answer her, even as Gordon pled for him to wait.

“Fuse! Don’t leave me here.”

But the man was gone. Gordon slammed his fists against the transparent walls of the makeshift prison with a frustrated growl, even as it gave the smallest of trembles under his hands. A little to close for comfort there. In his swift exit, Fuse had placed the vessel nearer the exposed side of the shelf – shifting off balance there would be a dangerous topple.

Okay, Gordo, time to regroup.

He’d still learned a few things. First – this wasn’t a main location and that explained the instability of his container if the intent was for it to be temporary. And he’d learned that his brothers were coming! That meant he wasn’t going to sit around and wait for the Hood to take him away to a new base or safe house. He needed to give his brothers the best chance of finding him.

One thing at a time. First, he needed to escape.

So no toppling out; how about toppling in? Gordon turned to investigate the new space his positioning afforded him. It would at least get him onto the shelf if he could put the right amount of pressure in the right place.

He carried with him a lot of important life lessons from his brothers. This one was from John: smacking the bottom was not actually the prime spot to get the ketchup out of a Heinz 57 glass bottle. And because it annoyed his older brother, he used to keep hitting the bottom anyway, even though he knew John was right. So, he would aim for where the 57 would be. His container wasn’t quite the same shape, but he could make a well-educated guess. He knew for sure that his reach was too low, so he’d need to jump.

Gordon gave his non-injured right foot a test bounce.

It wouldn’t be enough. Gritting his teeth, he lowered his left foot to the floor and launched himself upward to the imaginary 57 before he could think about the pain. His body collided with the opposite side of the container, and he started to slide back to the bottom even as the vessel tipped and then fell to its side with a delicate bounce against the wooden shelf, though it did not shatter.

Dazed, his breath came in gasps and fogged the glass below him.

Keep. Moving. Gordo.

He crawled his way to the opening and out, then stood.

There was little in this room that would give away that there was a prison below and that it was a hideout for the Hood and the Chaos Crew. Overlooking the space as he was now, it appeared to be a simple, lightly decorated lounge room with a mahogany coffee table in the center and a beige reclining couch across from him.

There was an empty cup on the coffee table, so this place at least seemed lived in. Behind him the wall was brick, even though the rest of the room was painted an off-white to complement the furniture. As he glanced over the side of the shelf, he saw that the dark stone extended all the way from the floor to the ceiling. The lingering scent of dusty wood smoke around the area told him his shelf was actually a fireplace, but the part he cared about was the stone. The cut was intentionally rough and uneven to give a rustic appearance to the inside of the home. He could climb down that.

The cold of the rock permeated his fingerless gloves where he dug his nails into a groove and swung his body to the left so his feet could find purchase on the ridges.

The descent was cautious and slow going without the safety net of a rope or a grapple or a spotter at his disposal. He felt the strain in his legs, his arms, his core, even his fingers, as he descended. Virgil – and he felt a pang in his chest thinking about him laughing that awful cackle – would be having a conniption fit if he knew what Gordon was attempting, especially with his ankle throbbing as it did.

He knew his position left him vulnerable, and as he approached the last few rocks before the floor, he was already planning his next move. He needed a rope – if he could get to the couch there was a blanket he could pull a thread from and repurpose. He also needed to hide. It depended on how close his brothers were.

Resources first? Hide first?

He never had the opportunity to decide.

“They’re here! Move!”

With an angry shuffle of feet, the floor vibrated, and though the stone held firm in Gordon’s capable hands, the shelf above him did not. The container, which he had so precisely calculated how to topple, finished its roll as it tumbled off the shelf into a free fall above him. Time moved quickly and ever so slowly all at once, Gordon’s terrified eyes wide as he followed its plunge toward the ground. And he couldn’t escape it, couldn’t move, couldn’t watch –

It shattered.

It landed beside him – too close - with a shower of glass that hurled shiny, translucent daggers into his hair as he ducked his face into the space between his arm and his chest in attempt to protect himself. But the accompanying sound of breaking glass hitting hardwood reverberated in a devastating banshee scream that consumed his body, and he fell stunned, his head spinning, his ears ringing, the soundwaves crippling him even as they coursed through him and carried his own screech aloft.

“Nice try.” Female. Havoc. He felt her grab him by his waist between her fingertips and raise him up. He blinked blearily at the blood that ran down his wrist, lacking the energy to fight or even look up at Havoc and Fuse at all.

“Is he ok?”

“Does it matter?” She fumbled to unlatch a box at her side. “We need to go.”

His vision started to clear enough for him to realize he was headed back into the darkness, and sure enough, the light disappeared once again with a definitive click of the latch somewhere above him.

~*~

The Earth deserved to be loved, appreciated, and respected – she gave live, she could take it away. But to be honest, the Universe was trying to kill him today. He was not sure what he did to upset her so much. After surviving in a cell for who knows how long, escaping the height of a fireplace, and then somehow managing to dodge an incursion of broken glass shards with only a few scratches up his arm, he knew he was either incredibly unlucky or quite lucky indeed (depending on how you spun it).

But this was getting ridiculous.

Spiders were not in his preferred field of study, but he knew enough to recognize the giant wolf spider, family Lycosoeidea, that shared his current space. It was the eye structure that gave it away. Two large black orbs dominated the hairy brown face, with four smaller eyes in a row below. Though he could only see a sliver of them from this angle below the creature, he knew there were two more medium-sized eyes above the main ones. Eight in total over three rows.

In any other situation, Gordon would have carefully captured her in a cup and taken her outside to feast on the pests there. Though wolf spiders would generally only bite humans when provoked, their venom could still be quite painful, and cause swelling and irritation. These, however, were not normal circumstances.

Here she was dangerous; half his size, but still giant. She was as much as prisoner as he was, and who knows how long she’d been in here without food. And worse, unlike their other arachnid cousins who relied on vibrations and movement to see, wolf spiders with their eight eyes could see quite well.

Hers were locked hungrily on him. At the bottom of her elongated jaw, two fangs pointed inward, poised to strike into Gordon’s sides. He had no human size to counter her venom; a bite would be his death.

He’d had enough of that already. And this time he had resources.

When Havoc released him into the box, he’d hit the contents of it hard, and everything was unsteady enough to jostle as she moved. Feeling around, a light was the first thing he found, small enough for him to hold in his arms and attached to a ring of a keychain. He was able to hit the power button with the palm of his hand. It would’ve been his thumb if he was the right size.

Next there was a pair of snips, which was about the same size as himself but clearly intended for delicate cutting based on the proportions of the dangerous edges and the grip.

A small, thin sewing pin there was as well, and a spool of wire. This was a portable diffuser kit for explosives, he realized.

Then, drawn by the light, came the eyes.

In the time it took for him to take stock of the tools around him, the world around them lurched again. He landed on his backside, and the spider was tossed to the other side of the kit. The movement gave him the extra seconds he needed to scramble for the sewing pin and to raise it upward like a rapier just in time to pierce the spider’s cephalothorax as she came down with a cry.

God, he felt that.

He shimmied out from under the creature with a wheeze, the world around him still sliding back and forth with Havoc’s run.

~*~

His heartrate settled, and he lugged the keychain light into his lap where he could easily reach the power button with his hands and started flickering morse code into the container walls, not even sure if the light would reach around the edges of the box.

Gordon had started by counting, but after a while all thought became the sporadic shifting of his dark world and the distorted CPR of his hands hitting the button, and he realized he had no idea how much time had passed since he was thrown into the box. Surely, they were long gone from the safe house by now.

Click Click Click.

Click.

Click Click Click.

The world shifted.

Click Click Click.

Click.

Click Click Click.

It shifted again.

Click Click Click.

Cli…

The world toppled, hurling him against firm metal as it spun away from the echo of Havoc’s groan.

He ducked his head between his knees, bracing for a crash landing that never came, though he felt the connection of the box landing in a new set of hands.

“What’s so important in here, I wonder?” He heard a voice say.

A voice that prompted all the adrenaline in his veins to dissipate in an instant, the voice of the clouds in the sky. Brother. Protection. Light flooded his chamber, and Gordon, covered in blood and ichor, wearily looked up at his much larger, cleaner, human-sized brother.

He stood up with a groan and brandished the sewing pin like a sword before sliding it to his side where he’d wrangled a piece of wire into a makeshift belt.

“Gord -?!”

“Hi, Scott.”

#Gavii Scribit #Firefly's Glow #Gordon Tracy #science!Gordon #half of the military!bros #thunderwhump #thunderangst #Gordon is having a really bad day

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queenjunoking · 3 years

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Wolf Taming Ep 30

CW: Noncon - Shock Collar - Pain - Petplay - Drugs - Kidnapping - Manipulation

Jude

This was the most annoying mare I’ve ever had to deal with and she wasn’t even awake yet. She was a giant, none of our usual gear fit her. Some of the stablehands took her measurements but we didn’t know what to do with most of them yet. We could have several of the items ordered fairly quickly, many of the shops we ordered from would have something in stock that could be altered. Some kept unusual sized clothing on hand for extravagant prices. I had Mimi call several of the nearby shops to see if we could get lucky, Mistress Eos was always willing to pay the price for whatever she wanted as long as she could get it right away.

Mistress Eos had particular tastes. Her newest mare would probably be used as a racehorse, she had the body for it. After her first week of breaking she’d probably be moved into the program to learn to run in her new gear. It took time to learn to run in the hoof-heels with your arms bound behind your back.

She had strong legs which was good, apparently she was an athlete before she was captured. Her bust was rather unimpressive. Good for a racehorse. But if Mistress Eos went on the workhorse route she’d probably receive a low dose of the hucow enhancer. Which meant until she made a decision we couldn’t get her a uniform to cover her top.

The main question came down to her stamina. Each pony had their customary first marathon on their first day. It was simple. A 25 mile treadmill course. It wasn’t so bad. Some portions would alter the treadmill’s angle. Some required certain speeds to be either reached or maintained. It really wasn’t that difficult but the ponies always seemed to have a problem with it. Most collapsed before the end. Which was fine, we’d just chain them up until they dragged their feet across the finish line one step at a time. It didn’t matter if it took all night, most of the newcomers weren’t even allowed sleep on their first night.

The recipe for breaking them was simple. A painful exhausting marathon followed by not being allowed rest followed by another day of running. It helped weed out the useless ones. Those ones got moved into the cow barn if they had the body type for it. If they didn’t… well there were much less pleasant positions to be in. That new filly turned out to be useless. She barely made it 10 miles before she collapsed. Even threats couldn’t get her to move again. She didn’t have the body to be a cow. She might have been a good maid, but Eos only allowed demotions, not promotions. Once you were in the barn you never got to leave.

That particular filly was being designated a stress-relief pony for the stallions. She’d get her first injection of Succubus tonight. She’d get to learn first hand the modifications done to stallions and hopefully she could accommodate those modifications. Stallions were kind of a funny thing, they weren’t really ponies exactly. It was window dressing. They were rarely used for work. They came here to stay fit while they underwent their modifications. Once they were done here they were mostly installed in places to train slaves how to pleasure people or for medical testing.

That filly should count herself lucky. If she had been less lucky she would have ended up as a “thing.” Something reserved for only the most worthless of slaves. A table. A chair. A urinal.

God I hope this stupid thing would become a urinal. The thought of getting to piss down the throat of Z’s stupid emotion support pet was delicous to think about.

I don’t know what Z saw in this thing but nothing made me feel happier than thinking about what she must be going through right now. Z was volatile, I’m honestly surprised she didn’t try to attack Eos. I could only imagine it would get much worse now that she didn’t have her little pet to invest her attention into. I knew enough about that bitch. She crumbled if left on her own with nothing to do. She needed to have something to preoccupy her or she'd get lost in the dark place in her head. I still remember the day she attacked another master because she was allowed 3 days off as a breaker. The fragile filly couldn’t live with the downtime and pulled a knife on someone who bothered her. Unfortunately Briar bought them off. If she hadn’t Z might have gotten kicked out and Mistress Eos could have bought her.

She was the source of the only black mark on my record. I dreamt of whipping her while she begged for forgiveness. The memories of the dream alone made me wish I was allowed to touch myself.

But if Z loved this stupid horse I would do everything I could to sabotage it's progress. I wanted Callidora to be reduced to a worthless object. I wanted Z to see what she became. I was sure it was going to be the thing to crack that ice queen exterior and expose what a worthless bitch she really was.

“You two!” I snapped at one of the stablehands. They stood at attention, scared to be the object of my attention.

“Y-yes Stablemaster Jude?” They both stammered at the same time. They had learned since last time.

“One of you go get an enema bag, we have to get her prepared. The other go get a half level of the hucow formula and the microchip. It’s good we get her prepped in case Eos wants to continue down that path. If she does the results will happen faster. If she doesn’t then the effects will go away after a few days.”

“Yes Stablemaster Jude!” They started to walk off to go get the supplies. Not fast enough for my taste.

“Now!” They squealed and ran off, one slipping and falling into the mud. Her uniform was all dirty now and she’d be paying for that tonight. Clumsy bitches don’t need to sleep. Two days should teach her a lesson. “Bunch of worthless slaves…”

“Stablemaster Jude?” I turned around to see the pink monstrosity hobbling into the barn. Even after all this time she could barely walk unassisted, let alone walk on the uneven ground outside.

“Did you finally finish the simple task I asked you to do an hour ago Mimi?” I hated Mimi, Eos always dotted over her. But she was the only person here aside from me who could use the phone, every other slave she owned was conditioned to get violently ill from hearing various sounds phones made. It made sure they couldn’t call for help.

“I’m sorry Stablemaster Jude. I have located one shop that has hoof-heels in Callidora’s size. The purchase has been approved and they will be here within the hour. There were no hoof-mitts available but Mistress Eos has said she wishes for Callidora to be placed in an armbinder harness. Arms bent.”

“Dismissed Mimi.” She awkwardly made a curtsy and slowly made her way back to the house.

I sat back for a few minutes and watched as one of them finally returned with the enema. I heard Callidora make some noises as she filled but she unfortunately was still asleep. I watched them shove a plug in her as the other returned with 7 needles, three for each breast and the chip. I injected them one by one, getting little reaction from the unconscious mare aside from some disgruntled noises. There wouldn’t be any noticable effects yet aside from some soreness. I looked for the squishiest part of her neck and chipped her. I was stunned to find out she didn’t already have one. Z thought this horse was a dog. There was only one reason Callidora wasn’t chipped and it brought a smile to my face.

Z was running low on money.

We waited ten minutes before one of the stablehands removed the plug. Several others started to clean the floors. It was standard procedure for new ponies. Soon they would be on Ambrosia and this would never be a problem again.

There was nothing to do but wait for the idiot to show up with the canner’s new gear. I may as well have some fun.

“You three!” I pointed to three random stablehands.

They stood at attention. “Yes Stablemaster Jude?” I smiled. This is what Z didn’t understand. I saw the footage of Callidora. She was sloppy. She was out of control. Callidora was going to get to learn about the importance of efficiency and control.

“Her.” I pointed at the stablehand that had fallen in the mud. “Strip her. Put her in the whipping brace. She can wait there for a few hours before I have some extra time, she’ll be getting 10 lashes and a day in the hole.

“No, no please. Please Stablemaster Jude please I’m so sorry I can do better. Please have mercy on me. A different punishment at least I beg you. My body is weak, I won’t be able to keep helping out in the stable after that many lashes.” She fell to her knees in front of me.

I kicked her in the chest and sent her sliding backwards. “No? Did you just fucking say no to me you worthless bitch? 20 lashes. 3 days in the hole. If you can’t fucking work in the stables after that it’s not my problem. Broken overflow is sold to Lady Flora.”

Her eyes went wide as the three grabbed her and dragged her off, doing the best they could to silence her screaming and begging. Such a lovely sight. I never liked her anyway. I’m sure she’d enjoy being a statue.

I was supervising the clean up as a meek man approached the barn. "Greetings Stablemaster. We came as fast as we could. We had a bridle hood with binds, a harness and hoof-heels in her si-" I walked up to him and just took them from him. "-oh! Ok. Well try them on and make sure they fit. Otherwise we can make some adjustments.”

"Flip her!" A couple of stablehands carefully turned Callidora off of her stomach and onto her back, letting her legs drape off the table.

I slid the boots into her feet. They fit well enough. The angle was fine. She’d get used to wearing them like every pony did. I tried the bridle, another perfect fit. It took some struggle from myself and a few stablehands but we managed to get her harness on. It was the only thing we left on. Her arms were loosely chained behind her back, didn't want her to be free and hurt herself.

"It fits. Please go to the house to finalize your payment." I waved the man off. Billing wasn't my area, Mistress Eos had people for that. I would be money that despite how long ago Mimi had left the barn the man would get to the house before she did. Such a pathetic creature.

"Put her in her stall. Alert me the second she wakes up." Four stablehands awkwardly lifted her and awkwardly carried her into her stall in the stable.

Stalls weren't roomy. They were mostly meant to stand in and wait. They may as well be long closets. A regular sized mare might be able to lay down but Callidora was much too big to ever do that. But ponies didn't get special accommodations. That was her new home. Well, for now. I was going to make it my duty to be sure she would fall as fast and as hard as possible. She wasn’t worth a place in Mistress Eos’s stable. But for now this is where she’d stay until I could get her a place in a hucow crate or in a urinal.

I looked up at the plaque above her locked stall door.

Stall 27.

Callidora.

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