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He stumbled forward as she reached for him. His leg twisted under him as she put out a hand, and pulled, her long fingernails raking through it as if scratching something. His chest split apart in response, a gasp coming from him as his lungs worked overtime, burning out.
"Say it," she murmured.
"Never!" he coughed up a little bit of blood, as her fingernail made a motion across the air, slicing through something. His skin peeled back in response, the soft form of breasts slowly springing out from beneath the restraining flesh of masculinity.
"Say it," she repeated again. "Apologize for your travesty of noise."
"I won't do it!"
She worked her fingers in delicate pattern, tapping her toes a few times upon the earth as she slowly sliced across his form; the flesh of arms peeled from him as he reached for the door, trying to escape; it slid free, his hairy forearms smacking lightly into the ground as the delicate fingers that laid beneath clutched just short of the doorknob.
He shook his head fiercely, ignorant of the slowly ripping flesh at his neck, only aware of the breasts as he panted through his skin flap and reached for the doorknob, his hand straining forward as the fat of his thighs was let go, his manhood falling apart to reveal the pristine woman beneath.
"You should have said it," she sighed, plucking one final string on the air.
He lurched forward, his fingers gripping the doorknob as he yanked it open, his head coming forward at top speeds as his masculine head toppled from his shoulders to reveal the streams of blond hair as the girl stumbled into the street.
She blinked when her foot hit the sidewalk; her memory had been left behind, in that room. She opened her mouth in curiosity and then shut it; her vocal cords had been cut. She couldn't speak.
Shrugging, she moved down the sidewalk, slowly recalling hidden memories that had laid beneath the surface; memories the other woman had cut into her.
"She should have said it," sighed the harpist. "All I wanted was an apology for writing a story with so many puns…"
"Say it," she murmured.
"Never!" he coughed up a little bit of blood, as her fingernail made a motion across the air, slicing through something. His skin peeled back in response, the soft form of breasts slowly springing out from beneath the restraining flesh of masculinity.
"Say it," she repeated again. "Apologize for your travesty of noise."
"I won't do it!"
She worked her fingers in delicate pattern, tapping her toes a few times upon the earth as she slowly sliced across his form; the flesh of arms peeled from him as he reached for the door, trying to escape; it slid free, his hairy forearms smacking lightly into the ground as the delicate fingers that laid beneath clutched just short of the doorknob.
He shook his head fiercely, ignorant of the slowly ripping flesh at his neck, only aware of the breasts as he panted through his skin flap and reached for the doorknob, his hand straining forward as the fat of his thighs was let go, his manhood falling apart to reveal the pristine woman beneath.
"You should have said it," she sighed, plucking one final string on the air.
He lurched forward, his fingers gripping the doorknob as he yanked it open, his head coming forward at top speeds as his masculine head toppled from his shoulders to reveal the streams of blond hair as the girl stumbled into the street.
She blinked when her foot hit the sidewalk; her memory had been left behind, in that room. She opened her mouth in curiosity and then shut it; her vocal cords had been cut. She couldn't speak.
Shrugging, she moved down the sidewalk, slowly recalling hidden memories that had laid beneath the surface; memories the other woman had cut into her.
"She should have said it," sighed the harpist. "All I wanted was an apology for writing a story with so many puns…"
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I promised a zap today, but Mystical Island took me a while to write, and homework did too - i got distracted talking to a friend.
So while I'll be writing something more direct tomorrow, I wanted to give them something extra for today - just a little zap aimed in their direction.
I promised a zap today, but Mystical Island took me a while to write, and homework did too - i got distracted talking to a friend.
So while I'll be writing something more direct tomorrow, I wanted to give them something extra for today - just a little zap aimed in their direction.
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nuuuu! well it seems you got me (for now at least)