Ran over a fox (miko)

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Get off the crapper

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THE CONTENTS OF THE CAPTION IS ONLY RELEVANT TO WHAT IS WRITTEN BELOW, AND BOTH ARE FROM THE VIEWPOINT OF THE NARRATOR. I DO NOT HATE TRANSFORMATIONAL ARTISTS AND I APPRECIATE THEIR WORK.

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My knowledgeable correspondent called me and told me “to witness a justice served”. He is pretty much fixated on those abusing their transformative powers, as a part of his detective work investigating all those underground transformation ability-users and above-ground communities. I’m more familiar with transgender stuff, and when he told me the whole process will be much of my interest I immediately hopped onto my car, following him.  

One of the safe houses his team has is large enough to hold a chamber for interrogating the captured. Well, this time, he told me, is a serial transformation abilities user who had a particularly notorious record of randomly zipping hapless victims far-away, with a wide range of the ways and end results he had used and done. So incredible, describing them will fill a whole volume.

His arms were tied to the back, blindfolded and gagged. His body was sedated and barely moving. “Move him off to that large glass tank,” he instructed me to help while untying the knot behind the chair. Even in a coma, we still felt the warmth and wobbling weight of the “convict”. The tank had no water but filled almost to the brim with a kind of sugar cube-like salt. The chamber was dim, but the salt still glittered and illuminated the place mildly, flashing like a rainbow, and with a slight gem-like translucence. I might had seen it somewhere before…

Stepping up to the right level, he then told me, “Leave him here”, eyeing the small platform tied to chains. We were careful not to touch the pool of crystal. He lowered the chains and sank the body below the unnatural prisms. The salt swallowed that body like quicksand, sucking and burying the body in, radiantly shining wherever the flesh was touched. “He’s done, get ourselves a drink”, he signaled.

A while later we were back in the chamber, slipping from small flasks of beer. “You’ll see what I mean by “a punishment worse than death sentence”. He raised the platform, much lighter than a medium-build man should be. The body’s hands were still tied, the blindfold and tape were still there, barely moving. But who was it, the one he captured certainly had no soiled safari hat, not the two bright feathers almost falling out? Not the clothing either, the dull red shirt and shorts he had. And I couldn’t even tell if that was a boy or a girl (not even the wimp I just saw), androgynous dark hair and a childish figure. They’d fit into the surrounding wilderness, maybe complete with a blank memory and eagerness to explore the woods. Black gloves and a backpack, make no mistake! The punished was gone, but not so much.

“Incredible! What were you thinking when you bought this tank of transformative crystals? And you are simply using this on him?”

“Ever seen Jurassic Park? Those nearly magical crystals are from a similar facility, partly open as a safari to tourists, off the coast of Japan out of business a few years ago. They used to have loads of wildlife there, trying to experiment with this substance. Something catastrophic happened and the facility was abandoned, nay, destroyed.”

“How does that substance end up here?”

“Some miners are willing to be paid lucrative wages to be on the archipelago, mining them at the threat of unknown mutated wildlife there.”

“Well…” That account wasn’t barely coherent. Maybe he had better contacts in the deep, being more of animate transformation man than myself, but a mineral that’s guaranteed to be more highly priced than diamond for the same woes my correspondent condemned? What was he, another of the transformational predators… on the top of the food chain?

“Well… I just can’t swallow what you have just done. Quite unethical to be blunt”. I told him.

“You haven’t seen the real power of this crystal. You will see what will be done next to compensate the animalized victims.” He signaled me again to remove the tank, the body resting on top of the pool. I couldn’t hesitate, his eyes already sternly focused on my torso.

“As you want.”

Out in the woods, he suddenly kicked over and threw half of the contents of the tank over the patch of grass, the body bumping out. “Oh hey! What are you really thinking?” “You haven’t seen the full potential of this starry sand. In a week some girls right out of the undergrowth will roam here, and I will do a service for the lost.”

I couldn’t even muster my courage to stare at this fiend. I quickly speeded away from the safe house, with only an excuse and farewell, and back into my driver’s seat.

What was the worst that has happened after I left?

 

A raccoon searched through the leaves and branches for something. It wandered around, almost aimlessly, until it saw a rough, glowing outline of a heap. It quickly sneaked towards the pile, where a cover-like and cloud-colored thing rolled off.

A treasure?

 

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The Queen, Part 1

Jeff barely looked up. The whole flurry of the more-animated-than-usual office was bewildering. He knew not looking up meant “not attentive to team-working”, but his irises were wobbling around the blurry grey and black blobs that was his office. He wanted nothing to do with this, nothing, none. He decided the best way for him is to fade from the scene, to drop dead on his cubicle, not that the higher-ups were around to tend or even observe the mess. A few more clicking of the keys, pretended or not. The smell of damp paper, springtime it was, but still chilled by the blasting air conditioning, and suffocating sniff by sniff, draining your arm’s strength until his back was sucked onto the chair. That’s the life of a soul-crushing cubicle worker, and every workday had been like that. In work days he could have gone to the bar for a soothing drink washing through his brain and emptying the self-pity, but lately all the overtime work punched a hole in his little leisure time. Now what? Bite the bullet, what else? Reality was pitched against him until he gave up.

At least he still has the weekend. On his way back he’d read through a few of the private chats, nothing alarming to him. And after them – It’s Friday, finally, and he finally could take his own time back. He had an address for Saturday, and it was on his phone. He had a few friends lightly touching on it, saying almost nothing about it, except “all your most depraved and twisted desires can be fulfilled. Nah, do any fucking thing there as you wish.” Fucking everything! Jeff could imagine nothing barred, of course – anything. Anything without decency. He could guess anything with bodies and objects, anyway, and anything was right. That was the only tip he needed before searching for the directions of the club.

Granted, it was remote, and it took a few hours of drive out of town to be there – not the place for those trekkers, hobo or not. He looked back – no one else was with him. No one to witness whatever faux pas he would have, or little rumors to be spread by those coincidentally there to witness him. The gates were over there, and in front of it was an almost underage girl – no reason why she would not be illegally employed if it was famous enough for the twisted orgies. “Welcome to Juxtaposition, our new master.” He could easily look down on her, not idiomatically, with her average, unboosted height and a slightly drab glow over the bunny form. “How can we best serve you, master?” Those words startled him, even on a vantage point over her. “Huh… Um… I’m new to this place, so what can this place offer?” Jeff has less courage than the usual reserved self. The whole free-for-all image in his mind wimped him, and it showed. The girl in front of him turned back and turned the door knob, the 2 panels creaking as they made their entrance into a new world.

Even in the corridor leading up to where he would wait for things to be prepared, he was already bombarded by all the sensations he could never feel in the cubicle, or the confines of his home. Not even him sitting in the bar, with a few close contacts, could compare. All the flickering positions and places, some visible and some half obscured; whorish moans and testosterone-filled shouts; scents of flesh and fluids. This was no normal club, and those were quite a lot to bear. From the assault on his senses, the seconds by bits, and each slide beside him, faded from the mind…

“Go this way and just wait”, the bunny half pushed and half commanded him. Jeff’s body said “no way” to his mind, wanting to slip out of like a mirage, but every way his body fell, the bunny just righted him, sort of like a cosmic choreography. The dancers slip by swiftly… Like a few moments later (he didn’t know), a pair of penetrating mallow eyes stared from the opening of this otherwise dark, cushioned room, into the depth of camera obscura in him. The first thing he knew, perhaps entrancingly, was “I wanna be that girl, I wanna get excited”. And then, he asked, what girl was this? As more and more of her figure entered into his eyes, the second greeting from her was the waves of her rolling, coarsely strapped butt. Rhythmically her spine spun along her way onto him, every step the jiggling boobs swung by the dotted leather bikini. Inches and feet of shining skin, once belonging to the sun, but now radiating sunlight on its own. And hell, the devilish, imposingly sly smile under the equally demonic lavender hair, every corner protruding an aura imposing and overwhelming him, locking the limp body in place. Not to say the crown - and from this he instantly discovered her appellation: “The Queen!” Speechlessly, from her wavering entrance and firm stance, a leg was ready to be raised - and off the thick, purple sandal came that, onto his face. A light peek at the unzipped shorts and zap-

“Out of yourself! out!no dumbing down with my majestic body! This a command!” With a sharp quirkiness in her words, his whole body was zapped by the boot on his face, crushed-

Crushed is his face, the nose pointing back gently to the Queen’s right foot. The plushy ass of her coiled back when she released her new slave. A private first session, getting started by the way the real Jeff never expected - clamped in her regal body. Like strings pulling a puppet, her blood pulled his spirit, bound to his Queen’s body, and returned to the one-leg-up-front pose she asserted on the floor. “Your Matronic Majesty… your slave’s humble body… submits to Your Majesty…” with this said his eyes barely meet her exalted presence. “Your slave… presents here… your perfect Queendom… for your enlightened pleasure…” As this obstinate slave mumbled. A great service to the (unweary) Queen. Jeff knew this would be a place of depravity, not a place to be with a twist. And this first time, his body submitted, a nobody, under the radiance of Her Majesty. And for a new slave, “he” has shown a total bowing before her, unwilling to rise above even her navel.

“Your Majesty… your slave… will lead you into the hall…” and The Queen knew she had, from the pressing sensation on her butt, a lash. Sleekly from the belt she drew the lash, and harshly it fell on the slave, once and twice, each lash firmer and firmer as The Queen regained the momentum of subjugating this new slave. Not just a little implement - to rhyme with it, a servant handed a velvet plate. On it was a leash, a pitch black cord cuffing at one end and handled at the other. Nimbly and swiftly the slave’s neck was tied to her gloved hand, and a pull almost choked him with a red, twitching face. Like a battered horse pulling her invisible chariot, the slave, little drips on his back, started fumbling as he tried to crawl across the room towards the exit. Small gracious steps and unrelenting lashes followed him.

The hallway was glowing purple and spotty with the shadows - some of those waiting for her glory. And lo, from one of those hallways, the new slave announcing her path. “Uh… *flap* Hail to the Queen!... *flap* Submit to the Queen!... *flap* Let no ill be spoken of Her Majesty!” With each lash, and each streak on the drenching shirt, the slave cleared his throat and stuttered with the announcement with a barely audible whine. With the loud shouts entering rooms and reverbating in the little chambers filled by lust and pure lust, a great many in the rooms peeked, not taking a second out of whatever sensual pleasures they reaped and Her Majesty’s presence would sanction. The Queen had come! All Hail the Queen!

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