You are coming out of this with a bite to your cheek. It's going to leave a mark too, but you should have known better than to get that close to his face.
While the comment does surprisingly bring a darker tint to the monster's face, the garden anomaly is too self-important to accept it.
Instead, you're abruptly picked up the fabric of your top, sturdy plant jaws lifting your weight easily while the taur-abomination strolls towards a great tree. He may not always be able to climb it, but he deposits you on a tall branch anyway. Much too tall.
Leaving you there, the same way a big cat leaves their spares on a tree, to savor later.
Are there any characters that would appreciate/like someone who’s autistic and their special interests is insects? (Or is just really obsessed with bugs, the response doesn’t really have to be autism specific)
[ps. Ive been here for a couple years and this is my first ask so i just wanted to say that i love Your writing and i hope you have a great day/night.]
[Hellow, I'm glad you enjoy the content enough to stick around so far! :7]
Lacai. it's not about the autism, it's the bugs. Congratulations, one of his few non-sexual interests is bugs of all kinds, and if you can moderately keep up with his blabbering, then absolutely, he's yours. You will fuck like beasts, then get a tour of his cool bugs. To a lesser extent, you could also net Nena's attention with butterfly-specific information.
Colmei. He doesn't necessarily understand much of what you're saying, especially as you delve into more of the technical terminology, but if there's someone who knows bees and wasps, it's him. And the fact that you hold this knowledge as well makes it all the more clear you can only be his Queen.
Hellion. Listen, his mouth is watering as you speak, but he's listening. And he's interested. The more you tell him, the more he knows about how and where to find these insects. Sure, his diet is now a lot more carnivorous than before, but he can spare the consideration to deny himself a bug, capturing it for you instead.
However I am terrified of most bugs so I can just imagine him tossing these horrible bugs on your bed after he hunted them down for you like a courtship ritual only for him to be confused when he whips his cock out thinking he's about to get lucky and your just standing on the dresser screaming
To be fair, he does this if he believes you have some interest in bugs. Which doesn't mean he can't be misguided about it, definitely.
He deposits in your bed quite possibly the noisiest, most stressed out fat beetle you've ever seen. Something he had to be careful carrying lest it catch his tongue- And right as he bends his massive form back to allow you to view his slit...
You're screaming at the top of your lungs.
He's never seen a human climb their own furniture so fast.
Ironically, instead of being stung by the rejection, Hellion allows the devil in him to grab capture the insect, and decides to instead follow you around with the thing buzzing and flapping its wings.
If it seems as if Patches has been very, very scarcely seen lately- It's probably because a second, much larger mossball has formed in the garden. And this popped out of it recently. That, combined with Hellion being missing for a while, leaves little room for imagination.
To the shock of all other garden inhabitants and even himself, Hellion has acquired a much mightier, bizarre form that, while difficult to pilot correctly, exhibits a lot of promise.
The consensus between workers is that Krulu continues to change his establishment in order to fulfill their vision of the future. And it seems the future will require more prowling, massive guardians.
Sneaking into the clergy garden and throwing handfuls of breadcrumbs to feed the local wildlife like people do with pigeons in parks
Here's the problem-
The local wildlife is horny.
Well, not the strange little flower things skittering around, certainly. But the half-civilized monsters that lodged themselves there, or simply sprouted from the garden itself, those will certainly chase after you for more than just crumbs.
Glauk comes from a species of mermonster that, when going through rut, experiences physical changes. Meaning, when Glauk is rutting, he all but doubles in size, becoming sharper and generally easily irritable.
So, when he finally sees his transformed friend after a decent while of absolutely no contact, Glauk assumes Hellion is in heat. He doesn't smell like rut, but Glauk knows Hellion is a different species, so perhaps he just can't smell it at all. Nevertheless, Glauk is now staying a respectful distance away from Hellion and waiting. For what? For Hellion's rut to end so they can hang out again.
*me setting up a net trap outside as per usual to catch the weird long necked creature that visits sometimes to which I am occasionally successful.*
*hears a noise and goes to check it out.*
*long necked fucker is gone, a centipedal monster has replaced him… and is now too big for my trap >:(*
You've been at this very song and dance for what must be months now.
Constantly wracking your brain for new ideas, new tools you can use, new ways of hiding gear, to catch that little fucker. Keep him humble.
Thing is, it's quite hard to keep the plant fiend humble when he learns very fast. He knows to be light-footed, to barely nudge certain plants, to avoid "honey pots". He would even go as far as to purposely trigger your carefully crafted traps -Ruining meticulous work- Just to hear you running outside, laugh in your face, and leave before you could even so much as brush his tail.
Having to deal with this pest was frustrating, but it was also, strangely enough, the highlight of your humdrum routine. So much so that you'd find yourself quite literally scheming while at work.
It was kind of bizarre, when he stopped showing up at all. Abruptly. Like something had happened to him. You could hardly believe you were feeling genuine concern for a green asshole that trampled your plants. He's just some bastard... And yet, it was hard not to think of where he'd gone to. Perhaps he just got bored of you, as bitter as it is to consider.
There's nothing that could have prepared you for tonight.
You hadn't even set up any traps, any bait, nothing at all.
These thumps begin echoing. The ground trembles slightly. It seemed distant enough for you to ignore, until the telltale sound of foliage parting reaches your ears and you know -You just know- That something's going down in your garden.
Lo and behold, a... Beast made of men's bodies and a great flower makes way, utterly massive in stature, dwarfing you in your own home. You would have screamed, should have screamed, but then you saw its face. And you knew exactly who it was.
Because, no matter what shape he takes, no matter how many more feet of height he acquires-
You know a nasty little bitch when you see one.
No words are exchanged between you two for a while, but somehow, the silence was comfortable.
" So, this is what you've been busy with? " You gesture at his body like it wasn't some majestic work of fuckery. " Don't think this means you're off the hook, boy. "
