#kr oc

A short humorous story I wrote on the fly yrs ago now, written just to make laughs Rating: OT? There is a NSFW joke in there bc Garthe is a moron for his lover. So I hope that is ok.

The moment Garthe entered the garage, he felt a discomfort about him. KING was huddled along a wall, tail wiggling as if he were giddy. No harm there. The tot's toys lined the garage, neatly organized by size or favoritism by KING's tastes. A shelf on the opposite wall had all its books alphabetized, put away as Garthe had asked him the day before to ensure his son had a tidy room. No leak nor stain tainted the sacred shelter, nor was any equipment in disarray within. Nothing was at odds with the balance of the realm within. Nothing was even visibly disconcerting about the child's room. Still, Garthe felt that chill into his soul. Something nagging at him from a deep primordial source from ancient ancestors hellbent on surviving the climates of the day. Something was wrong.

"Hey sport," Garthe tried for his nonchalant greeting, hoping that mimicking the tone would influence his brain to feel it...Or not. KING chuffed mutely with his giddy greeting, but did not turn to regard his father. Okay. Now Garthe was worried. "Son?"

As if startled, and only now recognizing his father there, KING chirped his security alarm, all but hopping on his tires to turn around to face his father. His sensor was erratic with shock, but soon settled to its casual oscillation upon singling out his parental figure before him. Something was Horribly, horribly wrong.

"What the hell is that on your face?!" Garthe hoarsely shrieked. His calm facade gone before it even could be established. "What the fuck!" His panicked cries had KING activate his surveillance mode, sensor stilling to an ominous emerald as it sought out any danger that could be on the premises. Nothing even remotely indicated a threat to his scanners. Perhaps he was not sending out a strong enough signal? Beside the garage, in the adjoining hangar, Goliath peeked his nose out in curiosity. He too was agitated by his maker's cries, but like his diminutive nephew, he could detect nor isolate a threat among the grounds. As such the lumbering semi made cursory sweep outside his bedroom before settling back inside to his video games Garthe had given him as a gift. He was on the frog one! He was good at dodging all the mean cars!

Next to be alerted, albeit with a subdued reaction, was KARR, who made a half-hearted trot out of the house towards the commotion of his beloved now chanting "no" in varying degrees of distress or flat out moaning.

"Cease your crying dearest," KARR gruffly scolded, his tires stilling before his collapsed husband with their toddler parked close beside, his chord extended out to poke or prod at his father. Was his daddy okay? He turned in askance of this very concern to his papa, who had a sourness about him as his golden scanner stilled on the crumpled form before him.

"I never know with your father. Then again, he did get upset the one time we ran out of ice cream. He does make quiet the production over the tiniest of things." Then, as if reminiscing over something, the engine purred at whatever mental imagery flooded his servers at that moment. "Oh boy does he get excited." KING giggled silently at his papa. Sometimes he liked to thrum his engine at something or other that delighted him, like how KING did about being extra good and having ice cream or candy. Although, papa never got excited for those...Then again, he made that thrumming the one time they had a really cool pool party! Daddy had a funny swim trunk on with flaming tires! It was funny. Papa must have liked it too! But it wasn't ice cream...Adults were weird. KING happily shook his framing from side to side at the memory. His little friend atop his hood got spooked, twitched a little, but soon settled in place as the car stilled from then on.

"That...That abomination...why?" Garthe croaked as he slid about the cold floor to climb atop his lover like a drowning man adrift at sea finding the only log for support against the battering waves. "Why...?" He whispered as he scooted himself all the way atop the older AI's face. KARR humored him by permitting this, but warmed his hood extra to provide a slight discomfort to the man's posterior for his dramatics.

"What abomination? All I see is our perfect son. And if you so much as imply our child is anything but perfect, I will personally drag your body across a cac--"

"That!" Garthe finally articulated outside abject moans and pitiful whimpers. That entailed pointing at a fairly small creature perched atop KING's hood. That being what looked like nothing more than a harmless....spider.

"....You mean this arachnida?"

"It's arachnid," Garth scoffed with a huff, glaring into the cabin. "And yes! Smash it damn it!!"

"Arachnida refers to the class of this specimen, dearest," the moniker far from endearing. "In reality, this...'abomination' is a harmless spider in the family know as Lycosidae."

"I don't care about moss stuff, smash it!"

"Dearest," Patience faltering. "That is a wolf spider....It...It cannot hurt you."

"Then I'll hurt it first!" Garthe snarled with renewed savagery. KING, having sat through this diatribe between his parents, immediately tensed up as his engine overheated and coolant drained from his systems. His windshield wipers malfunctioned, leaving water to spray the shield without wiping, resulting in a river to spill unimpeded from his face in dismay. His daddy wanted to hurt his friend? But, Mrs Daisy was his new friend.

From just behind the wall between them, Goliath perked up to finally speak. "Brother, tell Garthe to not be mean to Mrs Daisy. She is a nice lady. Also...can you help me with the city level? I keep getting smooshed!"

Not missing a beat, KARR lurched, upending his lover to slide off his hood, leaving his feet dragging on the floor, but hands clawing for purchase at the hood. "I will help in a moment." He said this to the wall kindly. After a soft thank you back, KARR regarded his husband. "As for you," the kindness leaving his timbre. "If you would take a moment to consider, our son is crying over there." Garthe, deer in headlights, finally faced his sobbing son, who was now trying to shove his nose into a corner to shield his new friend from a gruesome fate via his daddy's anger and misguided hatred.

"That abomination is our child's new friend....Our Special child. Who loves many odd things. Remember human?" Garthe swallowed thickly, his grip slipping as he fell onto the floor solidly with sweaty palms. "Mrs Daisy is a harmless animalia from the order Araneae who is far from harmful to humans and is a very shy and reclusive arachnid. And I think you should get to liking her more because our son loves her." With a huff, KARR reversed, leaving Garthe to fend for himself as he faced their tearful child alone. Knowing he had fucked up, and horribly at that, Garthe struggled to recover his dignity for the sake of his son. It took a few attempts, as well as cautionary glances back to his beloved, who provided no aid whatsoever, and the realization he was on his own, that Garthe finally spoke.

"I'm sorry baby." He began. "I uh...Er..." KARR huffed menacingly down the man's neck. "Mrs Daisy can stay!" He yelped.

Really, KING's sensor gleamed, engine skipping as it tried to cool and regain its internal workings properly. His windshield fluids paused in their sprinklers to focus on his father before him. "Y-yeah?" He said, hand on the nape of his sweating neck as he chanced a look behind him.

"Six," KARR growled.

"Weeks?" Garthe whispered behind his back.

"Months."

"Fuck I can't last that long," Garthe lamented before turning back to KING. "Yes, she can stay--on one condition!" Garthe almost yelped again as his son joyfully bounded up to him. Garthe shied back but bravely stood his ground, however pitifully he looked still sitting on the cold floor. KARR emanated a heat from his hood.

"Years."

Garthe ignored him as he eyed the creepy 6 eyes regarding him back as if resigning to its fate. "You better look after her and take care of her. She's your responsibility, you understand?" Garthe intoned with parental severity. It was well delivered for KING saluted with his feeding chord before promptly nuzzling his father in gratitude and sincere promises to watch after Mrs Daisy.

The massive wolf spider, for her part, was all rather confused by all this motion going on and promptly scuttled off to hide in the driver's side mirror to wait out the commotion. Garthe relented, never one to deny his son anything as he embraced the hood fully and intoned more parental sternness to ensure KING behaved. KING made one final promise before prancing off to his library to pull out a book....To....read to his new....pet? Garthe did not question it as he regarded KARR once more.

"I would like one round tonight for this."

"Do you think you earned it," Came the AI's own parental inquiry.

"Oh yes. I do. I do not like spiders...And I am letting our son keep one as his...pet I guess. 2 rounds. You top. I get the rings."

The sleek Trans Am remained silent. Garthe did not feel deterred, keeping his gaze level with the golden bars.

"Make it the bedroom and you got a deal." Garthe shuddered once more, this time in anticipation rather than revulsion.

KAMEN HOPPA IN.. BIG TROUBLE IN LITTLE KAUAI COUNTY !!

Dance of the Pondskater

do not be fooled, i’ve barely watched like. 1 episode of any kamen rider season. but my friends are super into kamen rider and i decided to take a stab at an oc.

this is Kamen Rider Whipp, she’s a bunny/dessert themed rider who takes a bite out of a dessert and puts it into her belt and becomes that dessert. or something.