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>with Charlie's priorities changing from running the Hotel to running Hell itself, the others had to make changes as well >after dealing with Val, Angel would go out to sell "premium hugs" - the payment was paltry compared to what he made as a porn star, but that wasn't the point >he was there to drum up support for Charlie - and drum up he did >with Husk, Niffty and Baxter taking care of the building itself, Vaggie was free to support her girlfriend in this new endeavor, doing what she did best: domineering others into cuddly submission... And paperwork (seriously, where did she learn accounting?!) >and this just left... Alastor >though, he wouldn't admit it to anyone - even his new... "friends" (it was still hard to believe) -, he actually had an angle on the throne for a long while >although, of course, he imagine a rather different course >a bit old fashioned, really >get the girl, get rid of the competition (...or keep her around, if she proves to be entertaining enough, heck, maybe even have her as a part of their little coterie of power - after all, Charlie was such a dear, and he was anything, but frugal -, of course, provided that she accepted him as her superior), and rid Hell of the gaggle of hacks and magnates that seemed so intent on keeping things as BORING as possible >Of course, Lucifer and his lovely wife could stay - he did enjoy their pleasant company, and the old Devil made for a fantastic sparring partner >he was... undecided, on the matter of Angel Dust, but this, among other things, he sussed could be more easily decided once he claimed the throne... >now, however? >he was out of his element >while he could still offer his connections - some of which he was beginning to doubt could be of any use to them, what, with their squeaky clean approach to a coup >he felt sidelined, though, not abandoned: the others would often make up small talk, or offer a smile - a friendly smile - in passing
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>>9360092 >it was a strange, almost alien experience - after so many years of dominating every relationship he entered, being just one among a group, with all implied shifts and turns in dynamic was... Exhilarating. >almost... overwhelming, in a sense >he had no idea what Charlie had in mind for him - wetwork, perhaps? >even if she was determined - Hellbent, if you will - to seize control over Hades with nothing but hugs and kisses, there would still be some, morally reprehensible figures that would need... QUITE bit of "softening up", before they could even consider redemption >it was either him, or Angel - as a good as he was as public advertisement, the former mobster had revealed, trough a couple of entertaining stories he'd come to collectively call "how that shoot nearly turned into a snuff film", how certain number of his more niche picture shows saw him go a bit too far >with his former employer being all to willing to utilize the real deal for the lowest price, Angel had to face a grab-bag of history's worst for a bit of ironic - and, in his admission, well deserved - torture porn >...except, rather than playing the "power bottom" he usually did, he was strictly on top - usually clad in a choking, leather uniform of unrecognizable nationality, though featuring all the common elements seen on religious sects, inquisitions, and 20th century dictatorships (the sewed-on armband and cap prominently featuring a red star with a clean, swastika-shaped fracture on it), and armed with only the personal history of his "charge"... And a toolbox >...he wasn't sure if Val was trying to goad out his guilty consequence over dodging the draft or tease out some machismo from the usually feminine spider, but the outfit provided an outlet for a rage he didn't know he had >the nameless persona that he would see reflected from Vox's screens, as the two overlords shared a strong drink over Angel's latest "performance" >while he was left to wash his hands and face Cont.
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>>9360094 >it was these candid stories that they shared with him - be it things they weren't proud of, or memories, the burden of which they needed help in carrying - that gave him some faith in the operation >after all, as important smiles were, you can't exactly go about in life without shedding a few tears >a bond was definitely forming, between him and the more close-knit rest, definitely >but still, he couldn't seem to find his footing! >where was his place in this changing world? >truly, he had began to feel the passage of time... >it was, perhaps, because of this, that he slipped up >he was just musing over his place in the coming order, when Charlie walked up to him - he must have made a dour face, as the princess gave a brief, sad frown upon noticing him, before flashing her brightest, widest smile, before speedwalking towards him and giving him a quick hug >Alastor's smile regained it's strength "Ah, Charlie! What brings you here, my dear?"
>he cocked his head to the side, giving her a sly smile "Surely, you must be too busy for an old geezer like myself."
>she just stared at him, intently, arms forming a ring around his torso >...he realized all to late that she was waiting for him to hug back, as she gave him a mock frown, then stuck out her tongue, while her arms unwrapped from around him "Bah..."
>she groaned with an overly dramatic tone, before murmuring: "You're no fun, Al!"
>and she puffed up her cheeks with the same, played-up frown - gosh, she was so adorable! >huh... Funny how easy it was to admit that >sure, she was charming before - but he knew the sugarcoat hid a treat darker than Devil's Food Cake >there was a bite in her smiles before, something remarkably similar to her dear father's visage - deception >she DID bluff her way through the interview - the hotel was nowhere NEAR ready for a grand opening >now, though? >it was more her mother's smile - he couldn't tell where her sweetness ended, and the darkness began Cont.
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>>9360095 >...not that that really mattered now - look at those cheeks! >he couldn't help but to pinch them! >...he really was going soft, was he? >soft in the head >and the heart >...or whatever dark, wet pit he had down there that could pass as one >reaching out to her face (she didn't even flinch - honestly, that amount of trust, he simply didn't deserve!), his clawed hands gently squeezed on the red cheeks >she dropped the frown, almost immediately, and smiled, sweetly leaning into his touch - she didn't seem to mind the claws at all >amazing how a bit of rumination can be so easily dispelled by a pretty girl... >then Charlie suddenly reached out, and squeezed his cheeks back >in an instant, he froze, heart skipping a beat >...they did it... >all this touchy-feely nonsense, all this talk of "friendship" and "change"... >all to let his guard down >it all made sense now - the hugs, the act, all those life stories, his squished cheeks... >...What? >her hands - warm and soft - still on his cheeks, gently smushing them together, as she pinched them between her fingers >it was just... a gesture >returning the favor >...he was really out of it >out of his element, and out of the game - so much so that a soft, subtle sound only registered with him just now: *Pomf*
>his eyes bugged out >without using his hands, he tucked it in at light speed >while they had been candid with him, sharing stories of past lives and past deeds, he... Couldn't exactly do the same to them >it was silly - what do looks really amount for, down here in Hell? >None of them seemed to care - Hell, Angel had even made a profit, looking the way he did *sluuuurp*
*sluuuur--*
"Uhhh?"
>oh no >Oh, no >he recognized that voice - that voice, coming from behind him >in his mind, he could already picture it - brows rising as he fully comprehended just what he saw >the straw slipping out of his mouth - perhaps with a bit of the milkshake he was having >that dumb, puzzled look Cont.
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>>9360098 "Hey, Smiles! Ya didn't tell us ya had a tail!"
>...God Damn it, Angel Dust >Charlie, who had spent the past couple of seconds with her eyes clothes, as she kept rubbing Al's cheeks, suddenly looked up "A tail?"
>oh no "Yeah, a big, bushy deer tail! It's even kinda colored like his hair!"
>God damn it, Angel! >Charlie's mouth slowly spread into the widest smile he had ever seen, and her eyes sparkled with childish wonder "You have a TAAAAIIIIIIL?!"
>God above >her voice jumped at least eight octaves on that last word >she pushed his cheeks together, fiercely "Oh my GOD! LEMME SEE, LEMME SEE!"
>the Radio demon immediately detached himself from the Princess - claws firmly wrapping around her wrist, and puling them away, pushing her a good feet away from him with the same motion >the look of betrayal was gnawing at the black pit of his heart, but he held strong "My dear..."
>he began, posting the shakiest wry smile she had ever seen "You are mistaken! I-I have no tail! Our dear friend is just delusional. Better take him to the infirmary!"
"Ah! Nope! Not pullin' that, pal! We've all seen the series!"
>the spider shivered "Still have the nightmares..."
>letting go of Charlie's wrists, he quickly linked his own hands behind his back - strategically covering a certain spot on the lower small of his back, right above his flanks >the Princess, however, remained curious "C'mooon, Al! Lemme see!"
>Alastor began to back towards the door "You're being a bit pushy, my dear..."
>he said, trying not to sweat "I think I shall step out for a minute..."
>and he did, leaving a disappointedly "awww"-ing Charlie and Angel behind >mercifully, the kitchen was empty >with his coat removed, he could finally breathe a sigh of relief *Pomf*
>...only for it to turn into a low groan >why? >why did this begin now? >his mind raced with all the reasons as to why his body would begin acting up in such a manner Cont.
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>>9360107 >he was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice the Salvadoran who had entered soon after him >Vaggie could only stare, mouth ajar, at the tiny appendage >where on Earth did THAT come from?! >since when did he have a tail?! >... >she wondered what it felt like... >No! >No, she mustn't! >Even if they were on friendly terms now, there was no reason to tempt fate like this! >Besides, Alastor didn't like to be touched - so, she wouldn't! >Simple as that! >... >...although... >...that tail did look HELLA fluffy... >NO! >Estúpida, you're going to loose an arm! >...s-still... >slipping one leg forward, and then the other beside it, she scooted towards the deer demon, who had propped himself up on the table, coat discarded >once she was within reach, she felt stumped - she made it aaaall the way here (a few feet from the door), but she didn't dare advance >but when Alastor raised a hand to begin rubbing his forehead, she realized it wouldn't be long 'till he notices she's standing behind him >deciding to bite the bullet, she shakily reached out >the last few strands of hair brushed against her fingers, tickling them >gently, ever so gently, she lowered her hand onto the tail, petting it >Vaggie's eye widened >it was soooo SOFT! >So. FLUFFY! >it took all her willpower not to squeal like a little girl, because, she reckoned, this is EXACTLY how it felt to touch a cloud >she cooed, quietly, as she continued to pet and caress the little flame-shaped bundle of fluff, even giggling as it twitched >...only to look up, and see a wide-eyed Alastor glancing back at her over his shoulder >...and he was blushing... >while the Latina hoped the ground would consume her, the radio host could only cough, static crackling in his voice "My dear, we must stop meeting like this!"
>he began - and almost immediately halted >gosh, not her too! >she looked adorable, trying to hide under her own hair in embarrassment Cont.
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>>9360114 Right, moving on...
>getting over the flustered moth was not easy >he had to steel his nerves to not melt at the sight >...what have they done to him? >Vaggie didn't reply the whole time, just nodded at his proposal to leave the incident behind them, and also, to keep his additional appendage a secret - in exchange for another touch >the Salvadoran narrowed her eye at this point >seeking leverage, are we? >that will not do >but she kept nodding, along to his chatter, and once they were done and he departed, and almost Grinch-like smirk spread across her face >time to get this show on the road! >he should've suspected the betrayal - she never formally agreed, just nodded along without a peep >and now, sweet capricion had driven her to spill the beans >now everyone wanted a piece of that tail >Baxter hummed and "hmm"-ed, measuring it in every way possible >Husk would absentmindedly bat it with his paw - until he tried to move away. Then, he wrapped an arm around his legs, and kept on batting the fluff >Niffty would grasp it with both of her tiny hands, starry eyed, chirping happily in her native tongue as she caressed it like a rare pet - or an ermine pelt >Angel Dust played with it - in his "own way" (it took only one stern look from Alastor to stop him from trying to blow it - so instead, he blew on it, teasing the deer demon like nothing else before) >Vaggie only gave him a smug smirk - he would get back at her for this little stunt, though, he'd yet to know how -, and then crumpled into a cooing, giggling mess as the deer tail came in sight >admittedly, her touch was the lightest, and the most pleasant - comfortable without teasing, and never once being rough >until he happened upon Charlie... Cont.
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>>9360117 >the Princess did a better job at concealing her glee upon being allowed to see it, but one touch was enough to make her squee - and enough for Alastor to officially melt >her feather-light touches created a buzz that would travel up and down his spinal column, as Charlie gently pat down and rubbed the shivering appendage >Al was in bliss - he hummed to himself, and the sound came out like faint music from the radio >however, the very next second, the demoness' deft fingers slipped in between the soft fur strands, grabbing hold of the small piece of skin and bone underneath - the tail itself >the Radio Demon froze, once again, filling the room with silence >slowly, he turned his head, a quiet, static humm howling in the background, and growing louder - only to fizzle out when his eyes fell upon Charlie, her tongue stuck out in a childish, mocking fashion >Alastor's smirk became more natural, and he raised his hands, his claws wiggling intently >he gave exactly five seconds for the Princess to see the err of her ways - but all she did was stare, eyes widening, as she comprehended the threat >their ticklefight would be one for the history books >in the end, Charlie clung to him, laughing into his chest, while he just smiled, tail wagging slightly in the draft >this whole "friendship" business didn't seem so much like a pipe dream after all End
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Undertale x Hazbin Hotel?
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>>9360137 Well now that there's a new thread, might as well dump this greentext that ended up being WAY longer than I thought it would.
> Metamorphosis > That's what that creepy little clown shouted in the last moments before his defeat > Kris knew that little jerk was laughing his ass off somewhere after what he did > Seam poked at prodded at Kris's scaly chin and over-sized hands, walking around the table to inspect his long spiked tail > As some horrible parting gift, that clown had turned Kris into a dragon. > Kris resisted the urge to explode in frustration. He couldn't get over how strange everything felt now in this new body > Walking back to Seam's shop had been an ordeal, with Kris stumbling and tripping over himself the entire time > At least one of his friends seemed to be having a good time > Susie tried to suppress her laughter as Kris sat on the table in the back of Seam's shop, while Ralsei nervously paced in circles > "This is terrible! Kris has been cursed!" Ralsei wailed, grabbing the rim of his hat, "None of my magic has changed him back!" > "Hmm, well this is definitely Jevil's work." Seam mused, scratching his chin. "Although I'm afraid I can't see why he would do this." > "Maybe he just wanted Kris to look more bad-ass?" Susie guessed, giving up on hiding her amusement 1/X
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>>9360143 > Kris growled in irritation, his voice a deep baritone rumble that surprised even himself. > Susie snapped her mouth shut and stood rigid. Kris's growl sent a strange, unexpected shiver up her spine, and she could feel her cheeks tingle > Confused, she wondered what the hell caused that reaction. Whatever it was, it bothered her, so she quickly pushed it out of her mind > Susie looked Kris up and down, noticing that despite being turned into a dragon whelp, he was still clearly recognizable as Kris > His shaggy hair still covered his head, which while more angular now, was still fairly rounded > He had grown a couple inches, but was still far shorter than her, which was a relief. > His tail though, was infuriatingly much longer than hers, and drooped down onto the floor. Every so often it would swish back and forth when Seam poked at him > All in all though he still looked like Kris, just if he was a dragon. Still short, little, and admittedly kinda cute > Susie mentally slapped herself and tried to find something else in the room to look at > "Is there any way to reverse the curse?" Ralsei asked Seam, thankfully distracting Susie from her increasingly awkward thoughts > "No, I'm afraid not." Seam conceded, returning to his usual spot resting against the counter-top > "Although, if it's any consolation, Jevil's pranks are usually not very malicious." He wearily continues, "I'm sure it will reverse once the joke has run it's course." > "Maybe closing the fountain will break the spell?" Ralsei suggested, trying to sound confident. "Hang in there Kris, we'll have you back to normal in no time!" > Kris could swear he still heard Jevil laughing 2/X
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>>9360144 > Later that day, Kris sat on the examining table in the Hometown hospital, overcome with a sense of deja-vu > Returning from the Dark World had not reversed Jevil's curse. Without any other recourse, Kris and Susie reluctantly went into the local hospital > Kris was once again subjected to another round of pokes and prods, this time from an incredibly flustered and confused doctor > Susie couldn't help but feel a little out of place watching Kris get examined yet again. > It wasn't like she could just leave though. She was the one who brought him in after all, and occasionally one of the exasperated doctors would ask her a question > Kris and Susie had tried to come up with some kind of cover story on the way there, but nothing they could come up with sounded plausible > In the end, they just claimed something in the supply closet made them pass out, and when they woke up, Kris was a dragon > The story was as solid as wet tissue paper, but at least it was more passable than claiming Kris was cursed by an insane clown jester > Just as Kris was starting to think things couldn't get any worse, the door to the examining room was nearly knocked off it's hinges > Toriel burst through the door-frame, panting for breath and frantically looking around the room > Her eyes snapped to Kris sitting on the table, who smiled meekly and gave a small wave > "Oh, my poor baby!" Toriel wailed, snatching up Kris and squeezing him in an enormous hug, "Oh my sweet little angel! What happened to you??" > Kris was unable to answer, the force of his distraught mother's hug crushing his lungs. Even with his new size, Toriel had no trouble easily lifting him into the air > Susie bit her lip to stop herself from laughing at Kris's embarrassment, but a few small snickers inevitably slipped through 3/X
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>>9360145 > Toriel's gaze immediately snapped to her, and Susie instantly seized up > Susie was well aware of her own reputation around school, and that Toriel was the local kindergarten teacher > She also knew that anyone who came between Toriel and her children usually met with a horribly grisly fate > It wouldn't be too much of a stretch for Toriel to somehow blame Susie for what happened to her son. > She was the only dragon in Kris's class, and she had been with him all day > Susie gulped as Toriel's eyes seemed to bore directly into her soul, and an icy chill began to crawl up her spine > As Toriel put her son back down onto the table and approached her, Susie quietly cursed herself for standing so far from the door > To her surprise, rather than tearing off her head Toriel actually smiled at her > "Susie, thank you so much for taking my son here right away. We're both in your debt." Toriel thanked Susie, gently grasping her hand > "Oh, uh yeah!" Susie stammered, her brain short circuiting, "I just love, you know, helping out and stuff. Yep. That's me" > "I'm very happy to hear that." the doctor spoke up, "Because there's something I have to ask of you." > Susie resisted the urge to slap herself in the face > "It will take some time for Kris to grow accustomed to his new body." he explained, "We don't want him to accidentally hurt himself." > "So until we figure out how to change him back, someone will have to answer any questions he might have." > Susie desperately tried to think of some way to escape this mess. Kris was okay to hang out with, but she didn't want to end up babysitting him > But when she saw the grateful, smiling look on Toriel's face, she knew she was well and truly trapped > "Yeah, sure." Susie agreed, forcing a smile onto her face, "I wouldn't mind at all." 4/X
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>>9360146 > Layer that night, Kris was diligently brushing his teeth before bed. He was cranky, tired, and more than eager to finally put this crazy day behind him > Unfortunately, what was once a short nightly ritual had transformed into a nearly half hour project > His new teeth were just too damn big, and his toothbrush too damn small. It took him minutes just to clean one, and he had to spit out the foam several times > His clothes were also unbearably tight and uncomfortable. Only his normally over sized sweater still fit him without tearing somewhere. > The worst part by far though, was his tail. He couldn't even pull his pants up over the damn thing > It felt like an anchor was bolted to his waist. He couldn't get over the sensation of it dragging across the floor behind him > Spitting into the sink for the fifth time tonight, Kris finally just gave up. > Tossing his toothbrush into the drawer, he left and slammed the bathroom door behind him > Kris suddenly roared in pain, yanking his tail forward and curling it around his legs. He had slammed his tail in the door, right on the tip > Kris gently massaged the bruised end of his tail with his hands, biting back a string of profanity and curses > "Kris?" Toriel called from upstairs, "Did your tail get caught in the door again?" > Kris didn't bother answering, he just wanted to get into bed. Trudging up the stairs, he tried to ignore how much louder his footsteps were. > Finally he was back in his bedroom. It seemed like ages had passed since his mother had woken him up this morning. > With a weary sigh, Kris dropped heavily onto the mattress. The bed-frame squeaked and cracked from the sudden weight, the mattress bowing down to the floor 5/X
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>>9360147 > Several hours later, Kris rolled over and glared at his alarm clock with bloodshot eyes > He couldn't sleep. His bed was too small, his sheet could barely cover him, and that damn tail kept getting caught up under him > But most aggravating of all, was that he had nearly fallen asleep several times now. Every time he was about to doze off, he would suddenly jolt back awake > For some strange reason, right when his mind was about to drift off and strange dream-like logic could take hold, he would suddenly fear somebody would come in and steal his wallet > That illogical fear would keep him from sleeping, and mustering the brain power to dispel it would force him awake > Dragging himself out of bed, Kris decided that drastic measures needed to be taken if he wanted to get at least some sleep before tomorrow morning > Rummaging around the floor for his pants, Kris fished out his wallet and stuffed it under his pillow. Hopefully that would put his sleepy subconscious at ease > Worming his way back under the covers, Kris buried his head into his pillow and tried to not think about how little time he had left until morning > Frustratingly though, just as he was about to drift off, his mind was once again seized by paranoid delusions. This time, it was about his old game system. > Grumbling with annoyance, Kris got up again and snatched the system out from under his brother's bed. > Without giving it much thought, he stuffed it under his pillows alongside his wallet and got back into bed. > Sleeping on top of a bulky piece of electronics should have been uncomfortable, but Kris somehow found it strangely reassuring. Maybe now he could finally get some real sleep > Everything was fine. Nobody was coming in here to take anything. It's all safe now. > ....but what about his sketch-pad? 6/X
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>>9360151 > Toriel crept slowly up the stairs to Kris's bedroom. The poor boy had been through a lot lately, and deserved to sleep in as much as possible. > As she gently pushed the bedroom door open, she quietly called out to her son. > "Kris? Sweetie?" She whispered, "It's time to get up now." > Strangely, it looked like the room had been ransacked. Drawers were emptied and thrown on the floor, and Asriel's bed had been flipped on it's side. > On Kris's bed was a massive pile mixed junk. Random toys and knickknacks were thrown together along with Kris's entire sweatshirt collection, all twisted up in his bed sheets. > "Kris?" Toriel spoke up, looking left and right for her son. The massive pile on Kris's bed squirmed, and a scaled snout pushed itself out from under the edge. > Toriel stared at her son, who at least looked just as confused as she did. Without word, she set a fresh pair of clothes on the floor and went downstairs. > Kris wormed himself free of his cocoon, standing up and stretching. Looking back at his bed, he wondered just what came over his sleep deprived mind > He resolved to ask Susie about it later, it must be some weird dragon thing. Stripping out of yesterday's clothes, Kris grabbed the fresh outfit his mother had left for him > Toriel must have done some sewing last night. The jeans were one of his brother's old pairs, but the extra zipper in the back had been widened for his larger tail. > The rest of the clothes were also hand-me downs from his brother or his dad. At least he could still wear his usual sweater. > Once he was dressed, he noticed the older clothes made him look a little more shabby than usual. He idly wondered if this explained Susie's attire as well. 7/X
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>>9360152 > The angry growling of his stomach broke that chain of thought. Kris quickly went downstairs with only breakfast on his mind. > Nearly tripping on the last step, Kris rounded the corner into the kitchen and beheld a glorious sight > Toriel had prepared a veritable feast for breakfast. Piles of scrambled eggs, hash browns, and bacon awaited him > Kris could practically taste the food from here. Eagerly rushing toward his seat, he stopped just short of sitting down > He actually could taste the food from here. In a moment of clarity, he realized his forked tongue was hanging out the front of his mouth > Kris experimentally flicked his tongue in and out, testing it's surprising flexibility. > He could actually taste the food on the air. The fried hash browns, the crispy bacon, he could make out everything > His stomach rumbled in protest, and Kris was forced to cut off his curiosity. Jumping into his seat, he eagerly piled as much as he could onto his plate > The fork and knife felt tiny in his clumsy hands, so Kris crudely gripped them like a caveman as he began shoveling food into his maw > These new sharp teeth of his were nearly useless for chewing. He felt like a ravenous beast, snapping his jaws savagely, but he was simply too hungry to care > Before he knew it, he had already emptied his plate. Forgoing decency, Kris simply pulled the platter in front of him and continued eating 8/X
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>>9360154 > "My word Kris, you must be hungry!" Toriel called from the living room. Toriel smiled sweetly as she entered the kitchen, stopping short in the doorway > "Um, my child?" She asked, "You may want to slow down a bit. It seems you have...eaten your silverware." > Kris stopped mid bite, looking down at his fork. Sure enough, the end had been chewed clean off. Nearly half of it was gone, the end torn and twisted savagely. > He could taste something metallic in his mouth, mixed together with the eggs and potatoes. How had he not noticed that earlier? > And why did it taste good? > Kris swallowed apprehensively, feeling the metal scrap slide down his throat. It didn't hurt at all, which explained why he hadn't noticed before > He figured it couldn't be too harmful. After all, he had seen Susie eat lots of strange things before, like chalk and pine cones. Maybe this was just some dragon thing > Kris felt apprehensive when he realized just how quickly his questions for Susie were piling up > Toriel still looked worried though, so Kris gave he a big toothy grin. That seemed to put her at ease as she left Kris alone in the kitchen > Either that or he had scared her off 9/X
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>>9360157 > Susie yawned and tapped her foot impatiently on the sidewalk. A strong gust of wind sent of flurry of leaves free from the treetops, and Susie shivered into her hoodie > She wasn't used to getting up this early, and the morning chill was getting to her > Normally she would sleep in until the last possible moment, but that dork Kris had asked to meet her this morning on his way to school > Kris had a much longer distance to walk, so Susie had arrived at their meeting point far head of him. Despite the cold Susie kept waiting, showing a patience she could't quite explain > Finally, she spotted Kris heading down the sidewalk. Susie was about to head up and meet him halfway, but she caught herself mid-step > She wondered what had gotten into her lately. It wasn't like her to run off like an excited kid. She had a reputation to maintain after all. > Susie could still barely read Kris's expression under those thick bangs of his, but the way his tailed swished on the ground and the faint smile on his face must mean he was happy to see her > "Morning freak." Susie scoffed, blowing some hair out of her face, "Let's get going, it's freezing out here." > Kris nodded and fell into pace beside her as they walked to school. They had several blocks to cover, which Susie figured was plenty to hear out any of Kris's questions > How many could the guy have anyway? Being a dragon was easy, as far as she was concerned > As they walked, Kris started to explain the strange night he had. As he went on, Susie kept waiting for him to get to the point, until she realized he already had. > "Wait, hold on." Susie stopped him, "You're talking about your hoarding instinct? Do humans not have that?" 10/X
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>>9360158 > Kris cocked his head slightly to one side, his expression still cloaked by his hair > "Oh jeez," Susie sighed, realizing just how clueless Kris really was, "Okay so, dragons are instinctively... jealous, I guess?" > Kris waited for Susie to continue as she struggled for the words. This whole thing felt incredibly awkward to her, like she was teaching delicate facts to an overly inquisitive child > "So, in order to relax and stuff, a dragon needs to put all their important things in a safe or secret place." Susie explained, starting off down the sidewalk again. "It's called a 'hoard'." > From behind her, Kris asked if Susie had a hoard of her own. > "Yeah, so?" Susie reflexively answered > Kris asked if he could see it after school > Susie nearly stumbled from the question. She quickly tried to play it off as kicking a stone around, and hurriedly battered down a rush of confusing emotions > She silently thanked the Angel Kris was behind her, so he couldn't see her face right now. > "Y-yeah, sure. Why not?" Susie replied, desperately trying to play it cool. She wasn't sure why his question rattled her like that, but it seemed a strangely intimate thing to ask > "Anyway!" Susie nearly shouted as Kris caught up to her, "You had another question for me, right?" > Kris thought about it for a moment while Susie caught her breath, thankful she had pushed past all the awkwardness > Kris asked why he had a tail and Susie didn't 11/X
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>>9360160 > Kris closed his locker, gingerly rubbing his sore jaw with one hand. > It had taken him a couple minutes to finally get back on his feet after Susie hit him with that right hook. He had almost forgotten how strong she was. > He didn't know what he had said to set her off like that, but he resolved to avoid the topic of tails for a while. Hopefully Susie would cool down quickly. > Heading off to class, Kris realized he would be the last one in today. He hoped Alphys wouldn't mention anything to his mother, or else he be forced to get up earlier. > As Kris pushed open the door, he saw various expressions flash across Alphy's face. She quickly flipped from surprise, to confusion, to terror, then to a thin veil of professionalism > The chatter in the room died in an instant as everyone turned their attention to Kris > "Oh! H-Hello there!" Alphys stammered, forcing a smile, "I didn't know we were getting a new student today. Why don't you... introduce yourself to the class?" > "It's just Kris." Susie interrupted, earning a collection of shocked and dumbfounded stares > "Don't ask, I don't know either." She shrugged 12/X
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>>9360163 > Kris surveyed the expressions on all of classmates. Berdley looked like he had just been handed the greatest Christmas present of his life > Noelle looked like she was having an existential crisis, alternating between looking over Kris's body and then staring vacantly off into space > Temmie seemed to be vibrating more than usual. Snowy looked like he was rapidly composing as many horrible puns as he could > Monster Kid (Kris forgot his name again) looked to be in total awe. Jockington was looking at his own reflection in the widow and trying out 'cool' smiles. > Cattie was on her phone as usual, but Kris suspected she may have snapped a photo or two just now > Kris unslung his backpack and made his way over to his desk, which was right next to Susie's. > He suppressed a pained yelp as he accidentally sat down on his own tail, and it took some awkward maneuvering to slide it through hole in the backrest > Kris could feel everyone's eyes on him as he finally squirmed into his seat. The unnatural silence in the room was maddening. > "Alright then!" Alphys broke the tension, trying to regain control of her class, "I suppose we should get started." 13/X
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>>9360168 > Kris was incredibly relieved when the last bell finally rang. The entire day had been an painful cavalcade of embarrassing accidents and awkward stares > The thought of starting on his homework was quickly shot down. He desperately needed something to lighten his mood > Kris spotted Susie forcing her way through the crowd at the front door, and hurried to catch up to her > They hadn't spoken since home-room, but he was fairly sure she had cooled off by now. > Susie seemed surprised to see him running up to her, which didn't shock Kris. She was probably used to walking home alone > "Hey Kris, what's up?" she greeted him, which Kris took as a sign she wasn't holding any grudges. He asked if it was still cool if they went to her house this afternoon > Susie looked away, suddenly uncomfortable. Kris wasn't sure, but he thought he might have seen a small blush on her face > Kris figured she must be embarrassed to have somebody see her home. Kris wasn't sure exactly where she lived, but there were some inevitable rumors > Susie shrugged, clearly trying to play off any apparent hesitation. "Yeah sure, I guess. If you really want to anyway." > Susie started walking off and Kris fell into step beside her. He instinctively tucked his tail to one side, afraid Susie might accidentally step on it 14/X
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>>9360170 > A chilly breeze came up behind them, cutting right through Kris's sweater. Kris immediately shivered, instinctively scrunching up his shoulders > He didn't think it would get this cold today. In fact, once he thought about it, he was fairly sure today was supposed to be warmer than yesterday > Suddenly, Susie's trademark hoodie made much more sense. Kris wasn't sure if monsters really could be 'cold blooded', but it made too much sense to dismiss > Since Kris didn't know where Susie lived, he was just following her through town. Surprisingly, they were almost following the same route he would take home > Like the rest of his classmates, he suspected Susie lived in one of the apartment buildings, or somewhere in the less reputable part of town > Susie cut a path through a backyard near Catti's house, casually vaulting an old picket fence. After a moment of hesitation Kris followed, albeit far less gracefully > A few shortcuts and a half block later, they came to what Kris assumed must be Susie's house. > He would never admit it, but he had expected far worse. Sure the lawn was overgrown, and the walls could use new paint, but it wasn't bad > Kris followed Susie up the lawn, past one of those plastic pink flamingos on a bent metal stand > Susie calmly kicked the front door open, which Kris deduced was a long standing habit, based on the impressive dent in the corner. 15/X
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>>9360171 > As Susie pitched her backpack against the nearest wall, Kris heard an older feminine voice shout from further into the house, "Susie! Would you stop kicking the door open??" > An older dragoness walked into the room, and stopped when she saw Kris. The surprise on her face lasted only a moment, before it was replaced by a sultry smile > "Well hello there young man." she practically purred, leaning against the wall seductively. This was clearly Susie's mother, as the family resemblance was unmistakable > She was far taller, and had a small set of folded wings on her back. A pair of horns curled out from under her thick hair, which fell down loosely to her shoulders > She was wearing worn blue jeans and a t-shirt at least 2 sizes too small, which rose above her belt-line to reveal a generous amount of midriff > Kris could also see something black and lacy just barely poking above the blue denim lip of her pants, and he found it difficult to tear his eyes away > "I didn't know there were any handsome dragons in this town." she teased, playfully twisting a long lock of hair around her finger "My name is Susanne, by the way~." > "Oh my god, Mom! Stop it!" Susie groaned, rushing forward and trying to push her mother out of the room > Susanne laughed as her daughter pushed her out of sight, and Kris realized she must have been pulling his leg. He hoped, anyway > Susie slammed the door behind her, covering her eyes with her hands. From the other room, her mother vindictively threw in one last comment > "Have fun you two~" she cooed playfully, much to Susie's apparent embarrassment 16/X
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>>9360173 > An uncomfortable silence stretched on between Kris and Susie, as neither of them were quite able to look the other in the eye > "Anyway, let's uh... go to my room?" Susie awkwardly suggested, and Kris nodded in agreement > The faint embarrassment Susie felt about about inviting Kris over had been magnified ten times over by her mother's insufferable flirting > Kris followed Susie down a nearby hallway, also struggling with several uncomfortable thoughts of his own > At the end of the hall was a sturdy wooden door, with an old rusted 'STOP' sign crudely nailed to the front. Kris didn't have any doubt this was Susie's room > After a small moment of hesitation, Susie opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it open for Kris to follow > Kris was actually quite impressed by what he saw. The walls were almost completely covered by a wide collection of heavy metal and classic rock band posters > In the center of the room, a massive mattress sat on the floor, covered by a rat's nest of pillows and twisted blankets > A massive stereo was pushed against the far wall, with several empty cans of soda stacked precariously on top 17/X
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>>9360175 > "So? What do you think nerd?" Susie asked, dropping heavily into a large, patched up beanbag chiar in the corner > Kris took another look around, grinning in approval. It almost looked like what he would want his own room to look like, if his mother ever let him do his own decorating > Although, Kris couldn't seem to find what he originally came here for. After one last look around, he asked Susie where her hoard was > "Oh, right. That." Susie answered, as if she had forgotten already. Rising from her seat, she crossed the room and pulled open her closet door > Kris peeked around the door frame as Susie turned on the overhead light. It was a walk-in closet, the curtain rods bare except for a few matching jackets > At the end of the closet, was a large pile of what Kris thought at first was total junk. As he looked closer however, he could start to pick out the individual items > There was some money of course. Crumpled bills and piles of loose coins formed the base of the mound. Kris could also see a couple old game systems and CDs here and there > Some items were more odd. What looked like a frayed white ribbon was barely visible poking out from the bottom, next to a single jack of spades playing card > Some tattered hoodies and pillows formed the mortar of the pile, making the whole thing look surprisingly comfortable. > Kris idly wondered how it would feel to curl up on top of it > Before Susie could ask Kris what he thought, another voice called out from across the house > "Susie!" her mother called, "Could you come here for a second sweetie?" > "Mom! I'm in the middle of something here!" Susie shouted back, Kris flinching from the volume > "Now sweetie!" Her mother called again, in a motherly tone that implied grave consequences if disobeyed. With a grumbled string of curses, Susie stomped out of the room 18/X
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>>9360178 > Kris suddenly found himself alone in Susie's room, staring directly at her hoard > The higher parts of his brain knew there was nothing remotely special at what he was looking at. It was just a collection of knickknacks and memorabilia > But some deeper, more instinctual part of his mind disagreed > He couldn't bring himself to look away. It was captivating, in that strange alluring way only something intimate and forbidden can be > It reminded him of one Summer day, when he and Asriel found a particular magazine by the shore of the lake. They had both hesitated, sneaking one peek before throwing it away > Here though, his naivity made his curiosity irresistible. He absolutely had to know why he was feeling this way. > Creeping into the closet, Kris began to look over the pile more closely. He wasn't sure why, but stepping into the room felt dangerous, as if entering the lair of some beast > As he leaned forward and looked over the pile, a strange scent barely began to tickle his nostrils. It was familiar somehow, but Kris couldn't quite place it > He wondered if Susie ever took naps on top of her hoard. It certainly looked comfortable enough, and the smell definitely reminded him of her > Wanting a clearer picture, Kris flicked the tip of his tongue out of his mouth 19/X
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>>9360179 > Quickly stomping through the hallway, Susie rushed to the kitchen to meet her mother > She didn't like leaving Kris alone in her room. The whole thing made her feel strangely vulnerable, and she didn't like it > Susie found her mother sitting at the kitchen table, surprisingly composed and serious. > Susie knew that look. Her mother clearly wanted to have a 'talk' > "So, Susie" she began, "Is that boy a friend from school?" > "His name is Kris" Susie answered, "And yeah, he's in my homeroom class." > "Mhmm." Susanne nodded, "And is he just a friend?" > "W-What? NO!" Susie sputtered, seeing the vindicated look on her mother's face, "I mean, yes! He's just a friend!" > Susanne only looked more and more smug as Susie stammered out quick excuses. She soon realized she was only digging herself deeper, and fell into an embarrassed silence > "Oh sweetie, it's okay." Susanne comforted her, "It's perfectly normal for a girl your age to be interested in boys." > Susie bit back a reflexive denial, knowing her mother would just take it as more evidence she was right. The warmth she could feel on her face also wasn't helping > "But..." Susanne continued, "Just don't get carried away. Always remember to keep things 'safe', alright?" > She slid something small across the table toward Susie. It took her a stunned second or two to realize what the small plastic square was. > "MOM! OH MY GOD!" Susie screamed, practically fleeing from the room. She couldn't believe her mother could be so embarrassing. 20/X
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>>9360181 > Susie ran back to her room and slammed the door behind her. If Kris ever found out about that conversation, Susie was sure she would die of shame > Strangely, that weird ex-human was nowhere to be seen. There weren't any places to hide in Susie's room, but she couldn't see him > She figured he must still be in the closet, but she couldn't think of why he would be. Maybe he was planning some kind of dumb prank? > Susie confidently kicked the door open and found Kris > He was laying on top of her hoard, possessively curling his tail around the pile. He looked up at her as she entered, his bright red irises barely visible beneath his shaggy hair > He hissed defensively at her, swiping his tail angrily > "Oh, HELL NO!" Susie shouted, her patience long since exhausted for the day. There was no way she was going to put up with this, especially from Kris > With an animalistic roar she pounced on him, shoving him off her hoard and slamming him against the closet wall > Kris roared in retaliation, grabbing Susie by the shoulders and trying to force himself on top. Susie quickly realized Kris was much stronger now than he was as a human > He was clumsy though, clearly not used to his new body yet. He was also running on pure instinct, while Susie had the experience of countless brawls to exploit > The cramped environment worked to his advantage however. He scrambled around Susie's larger bodily easily, trying to get a hold on her back > Susie pushed off the floor, slamming her back along with Kris against the wall. He lost his grip and Susie rounded on him, but missed her chance as he scrambled away 21/X
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>>9360182 > The cycle repeated itself several times, the two dragon whelps rounded after each other in the trashed closet > Susie was larger and stronger, but she just couldn't get a good hold on him in here. That damn tail of his also kept getting in the way > "Dammit Kris!" Susie shouted, stomping down on the base of that serpentine appendage > Kris roared in pain, giving Susie just enough time to pin him. She pulled the writhing, clawing whelp out of her closet, swearing profusely > "GET! OUT!" Susie shouted, literally throwing Kris out of her room. Kris collided with the hallway wall, falling into a heap outside her closed door > The blow finally knocked some sense back into him as he lay slumped on the floor. Higher thought slowly began forcing through the cloud of instinct that had overpowered him > He was more confused now than when he had arrived. What the hell had caused him to act like that? > Kris picked himself up and headed for the front door, cracking his back and gingerly rubbing the bruised base of his tail > Hopefully Susie wouldn't stay too mad at him. She definitely gave more than she got back there > As he stepped back outside and started heading down the road, Kris consoled himself that at least one more question had been answered for him > Turns out Susie did have a tail after all 22/22
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>>9360184 And there we go. If anyone else wants throw in their take on this idea, go right ahead. I probably won't write a second part any time soon. Large greentext stories feel a bit unwieldy to me, so I'll probably just go back to my regular style for stories of this size in the future. Cheers
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>>9360195 Damn, that was some good stuff! Glad to see you're still around Q.
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>>9360195 Very nice Q
I do wish writefriends were more apparent when they post, even being away for a little while makes the thread feel a little emptier even if I know better.
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>>9360195 Great read as usual, fren
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>>9360199 >>9360201 >>9360203 Thanks guys. I always feel a little presumptuous when I tag my work. I feel like it should stand on it's own merits without name recognition.
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>>9360195 I always wanted someone here to write a long Dragon Kris green.
I'm glad it was you.
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>>9360210 thanks and double thanks for using tomorrow
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>>9360337 nigga you pipin up in my hood like that? you finna really get shot
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