Fort Wussmage

honestly i just really want a t shirt of colin pissing and screaming and crying

based on this lol

(Daily writing challenge August 2022, Day 4, Impress/Exhaustion. CW: Vore, animal distress (no death))

@daily-writing-challenge

In the depths of Un'goro crater, it was a lovely day. The sun shone down through the leafy canopy, granting warmth and casting shade. The gentle breeze carried the sweet smells of the incredible flora that called the titan test bed home. And the sound of a roaring devilsaur and a screaming human echoed off the rocky canyon walls that protected it from the outside world.

Janosis was an experienced, celebrated runner. Indeed, he had mastered the art of fleeing danger on foot over many years, most recently while prisoner of the dread tower Torghast. But there was only so much his human body could do to outpace a twenty foot tall saurid who was equal parts grumpy and hungry, and his pursuer was gaining on him. He uttered a quick spell to blink past a large fallen tree, only to hear it crack and splinter a moment later as the devilsaur crushed it underfoot, roaring in triumph as it closed on its prey.

"The creature will reach striking distance in seventeen seconds. Recommend alteration of strategy." his familiar Penelops intoned, the little ball of arcane energy floating alongside his head, providing a useful, if frustrating, play by play of the pursuit.

"I'm thinking!" he snapped back, rolling under a set of vines and coming up at speed, barely stumbling as he focused on the path in front of him. One wrong move would end the pursuit badly for him. He was already beginning to tire, his muscles burning in protest as he pushed his body to its cardiovascular limits.

"Pursuer will strike in five seconds. Strategy recommendation: Ice Block spell will grant you more time to think." Penelops declared. Janosis' mind raced. Yes, it was one of his favorite spells, and would buy him time, but not enough. His mana reserves were too low to attempt a teleport, much less try to fend off the creature. Encasing himself in a block of ice would be his last spell for a while....

Janosis' eyes went wide as he realized his out. He hated his out. Breathing deep, he slowed his pace slightly, and uttered a simple command. "Count down."

"Affirmative. Three. Two. One. Strike." As she started the final word, Janosis jumped, pulling his arms and legs in close as the Devilsaur's maw loomed over him, before snapping down, gobbling him up whole. The creature stood, throwing its head back, then stumbled. It began to cough, or try to, its tiny forearms clawing at its neck. With a mighty heave, the beast coughed up the jagged block of ice, streaked with its blood, out of its throat, before weakly turning away, utterly unwilling to continue with such a dangerous morsel. A few moments later, the ice faded, dropping the cooled blood right onto Janosis' face.

Because of course it did.

The mage lay there for a few moments, feebling wiping the blood from his face as Penelops floated over to him. "New strategy recorded for later review. A freshwater stream is located one hundred thirty four meters west-by-northwest from this location, and should aid in the recovery of your mana stores. Well done, sir."

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Be ready.

His mantra when he woke, every morning. At least, after every sleep. There was hardly any outside light in the lab; he could only guess when morning really was.

He couldn’t move. Old bindings, weathered from the struggle of dozens but no weaker for the new strain, kept him in place. The leather creaked, but gave no hope in the sound; leather like this could laugh when tested, and laugh it did, cold and cruel as the ones who’d put it to his wrists. To his legs. To his ankles. To his head.

They’re coming. Be ready.

He shuddered. It hurt to shudder. Hurt was a blessing. Sometimes when he woke this way he was lucky to feel even pain, and it reminded him he was alive. He was alive, and he lamented other options sometimes, but he was still alive. Alive, and bound with his head completely immobilized. That he was nearly naked this time around didn’t really register to him, but the breeze he felt specifically at the back of his head? That was new.

Be ready.

A foul smelling wind, uncomfortably warm, blew through the halls of torghast, out into a rocky area where platforms floated silently, connected to the rest of the tower by serrated chains. Janosis fought the urge to retch as he breathed deeply, trying to recover from his latest sprint away from his captors. He was alone for the moment, though that never lasted long. Time to take stock. As quietly as he could, he uttered an incantation and manifested an orb of arcane energy. "Penelops," he said, "I could use a status update."

“Dolraan, should it come to pass and you finally have time to slow down, you will make a great father.”

“Janosis, the world is a cruel place as you know. Be brave, take the plunge and fully enjoy what it has to offer.”

“Vasily, you are literally too kind and I worry that someone one day will find a way to take advantage of that.”

Abbie Mills = Black women (and/or people)

Colonial white man = Trump, his supporters, republicans and white america

Ichabod Crane = Biden, white moderate democrats and liberals

[NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:  Shedwyn

How interested they are in having sex with them:

“Physically we’re pretty much identical, just different sizes. I’ve never really looked at her as a partner, but… if it was something she’d like and would make her happy… I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to her.”

 How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: 

“Unless it’s part of a game, I don’t pay for sex with anyone. Sex is its own reward.”

 If they would rather bottom or top them:

“Whichever she’d prefer. Or neither; there doesn’t always have to be a division.”

 How good they think they would be:

“Who knows how to please a woman better than a woman?”

 If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

“Again, whatever she would be in the mood for. I think you missed ‘bed’ in there, though.”

 If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: 

“Whatever the moment called for.”

 If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

“I… er… not Terry. Definitely, not Terry.” She bites her lip and looks away nervously.

 If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:  

“No, not likely.  I don’t think she’s interested in me, either.”

 [NSFW] put a name in my inbox and my muse will answer:  Janosis

How interested they are in having sex with them:

“Oh, gosh.  Oh, I… I mean, we never even got to kiss…,” she blushes and looks away, shifting nervously.  “I mean… he’s so sweet… I’d be afraid I’d scare him or break him or something… I’d really like to kiss him, though…”

 How much they would pay (or have to be paid) to have sex with them: 

“I’d pay anything for a kiss.  Just one… sweet… ” Eyes closed, she sighs deeply.

 If they would rather bottom or top them:

“Not top. Never top. I can’t see him ever wanting that. But… if he… if he wanted… but I don’t see that happening.”

 How good they think they would be:

“I think he would be so gentle. And caring. If he could get over being scared to death.”

 If they’d prefer kitchen counter, wall, or shower sex with them:

“Light, what is with you? A bed. Or… maybe… in a barn after we’ve been caught in a downpour…” she bites her lip again.

 If they’d fuck, have sex, or make love: 

“Make love. With lots of kissing. Lots and lots of kissing.” Another deep sigh.

 If they were going to make it a threesome, the third person they’d pick:

“That would never happen.”

 If they think there’s ever a possibility that it would happen:  

“No. It would never happen. We can’t even have a date without something interrupting it.”