WIP Wednesday: The one that's porn
Taking a break from A Night Like This to plop some words down on my porn-ish sex pollen meets cursed artifact. Basically: my transmasc Rook buys a cursed strap-on from the spirit market in the Crossroads. It is Stuck. I've always wanted to write a sex comedy, what can I say.
Anyway, he goes to Bellara for help first before Emmrich 'helps' him out.
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“Oooooh, where did you get that?” She asked with an impish smile, “Can I touch it?”
While Bellara’s record with artifacts was impressively clean, there’d been enough accidental detonations to make Rook wince. There was no telling how it would react to her gauntlet; the last explosion had rained down bits of bronze hundreds of paces in each direction. It’d taken Emmrich hours to remove the shrapnel embedded in her limbs. He lurched forward and shielded his groin with his hands. “I would really prefer it if you didn’t!”
“Ah, good point – sensitive extraction area. But it’s nothing to be ashamed of Rook, I get curious about magical dick-shaped objects all the time! Believe me, there’s a lot out there. Anyway, sometimes you end up tinkering around with one that might kill you –I haven’t – but you know, other people who aren’t so lucky.” “What?”
Before he could perceive what was happening, Bellara had fished out her field notebook to scribble down observations. “So are you feeling any crushing sensations right now, or burning?”
“It… I…”
She looked up from her notebook, almost disappointed. “No? What about freezing?”
“Freezing?”
“Just trying to be thorough! My diagnostic methods are going to run a tiny bit imprecise if you’re not going to let me touch it.” Her mouth twisted into a little pout. “Are you sure I can’t touch it?”
“Please don’t.”
“Oh, I know! I’ll go get the Professor! He’ll have some ideas!”
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