And curse thee Poke for invoking the bunny! A pox on both your houses!
But this one is gonna be SHORT.
Mild spoilers for Poke’s “Mirror, Mirror”, but I’m not giving too much away.
<u>He gets no, I repeat, NO respect</u>
The air fizzled. The surroundings fizzled. Heck, even the ground fizzled.
It was probably due to all the lava. Or because of one creature’s seething rage.
“Aww, will you stop being such a grouch?” a female voice said.
There was a strange bubbling sound in reply, which for a moment overpowered the noise of flaring, cracking, melting rocks.
Sciel stretched out on the red hot ground beside the lava pool, letting a yawn of delight escape her pale, full lips. Despite this, her looks fell back into a slightly concerned one - for a carmilla at least - as she settled again. She propped herself up on an elbow, adjusting into yet another seducive position.
“You know, you really need to get a grip, sweetie,” she continued, absentmindedly plucking at the straps of her pitch-black bikini - as if it could POSSIBLY become any more revealing.
“Blurp, bubble, blurp!”
Small bubbles in the flowing lava joined the bigger ones before Rakadra’s face as he growled. Or at least before what could be seen of his face since he was submerged to half his nose. The eerie eyes were needlethin, heatedly glaring at the boiling air.
“Okay…” Sciel said, now playing with a lock of hair that enticingly had fallen down over her throat, “so we lost…”
“BLURP!”
“Yes, yes, I’m not exactly pleased either. But there’s no use in just moping away like you’re doing, either.”
“Blurp?” he snorted.
Sciel thoughtfully carressed her own lips with a finger.
“Why don’t you get a girlfriend or something?” she suggested.
Rakadra sat boltright up, spluttering out a mouthful of lava.
“WHAT?!”
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In the Beast Kingdom, Beast King - to his subjects’ and most of all his own amazement - fell down a stair.
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Kevin suddenly petrified, the glass of water he had been raising falling out of his hand to shatter against the floor in a chaotic mess of transparent materials and liquid.
“What is it?!” Lise exclaimed in surprise, her chair hitting the floor as she rushed to her feet.
“Dad!” Jason called.
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“Beast King?!” several rather shocked beastmen and women called as they came dashing from all directions to aid their fallen leader.
Beast King had fallen down a stair! This could only mean the end of the world…
The great beast stood, shaking his head for a moment of disorientation. Then he growled.
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“I suddenly felt a bottomless horror…” Beast King and Kevin, unknowingly, said simultaneously.
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“What does that… WHY?” Rakadra meanwhile coughed, punching his own chest to get rid of the drops of lava he had inhaled.
Sciel broke out of the admiring of the rivulets of molten lava slowly sliding along the half-blood’s muscular torso and legs, slipping over the black swimming trunks.
“Well, for as long as I remember we’ve been saying that Kevin was your bounty,” she said, “so by that logic Jason wouldn’t be YOUR problem.”
“He’s not my problem, he’s the figurehead of my rage!” Rakadra snarled, flexing his wings angrily which sent red, burning drops flying, “I want to see him burn, writhe in agony, his little body…”
He went on and on, hardly listening to Sciel.
“See, this is what I mean. Your parents knew no joy like the one of plotting their prisoners’ torture and the demise of their enemies, together.”
She sat up, thoughtfully studying the flexing muscles as Rakadra clawed at the air during his rant, his thrillingly long, sharp nails slicing the clouds of heat. The forked tongue danced between his lips, oh so sexy wings bellowing enticingly. Mmm…*
“It’s such a waste that you’re single, it’s all I’m saying,” she said, then tilted her head thoughtfully, “or do you just swing the other way?”
“… While Kevin begs for mercy in the backgr- WHAT?”
Rakadra stopped dead, for a couple of seconds blinking, dumbfounded at the carmilla’s surveying gaze. After a while he caught up and blew out an impatient cloud of charred air between his lips.
“No!” he snapped, more irritated at her persistence than anything else.
She looked rather miffed at first. Only later did “Rakky” realize that he had just killed off her biggest excuse for why he wasn’t head over heels for her.
*(crying) Oh it hurts! It hurts to write it!