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In the wild west, one month passed since the zombie apocalypse, and also since Gershwin lost his lover. He remembered Juwanda's stricken face, her hand reaching out, her last words: "Oh, Gershwin! Take me!"
But she was too far away. He grabbed the only one he could reach—a velociraptor. They couldn't understand each other at first and were both too grief-struck to try. Him with Juwanda and the velociraptor with his fallen pack and a woman named Susan.
By now, his hope that they survived had faded into grief. All he had left was Juwanda's ribbon, found near a crushed body and now used to tie his lengthening hair, and Susan's kindle, which was useful for learning how to understand the velociraptor he was stuck with.
His name was Alex and he was the leader of a band of velociraptor pirates. Retired because none of their jobs mattered now. In return, he told Alex his story: born in a circus, worked as a fairground giant, then ran away to the wild west.
They stayed together in the ghost town, only having each other for company. They had no choice. It wasn't consensual, but after a while it became consensual so it's okay. They kept themselves busy, learning to cope with their grief.
In the room of their makeshift home, Gershwin and Alex reached for each other. Alex's hands wrapped around Gershwin's muscled waist.
*RIIIIIIIIIP*
Alex's claws ripped through Gershwin's ragged shirt, but that was fine. Gershwin could go shirtless. Gershwin leaned in for a kiss, his heaving, sweating chest on the velociraptor's rough scales.
They kissed like coffee, wet and hot and more than a little arousing, tongues searching for comfort in each other's mouths.
Then a pack of excited velociraptors crashed into the room.
They hooted in excitement, seeing their leader alive. Atop two of them were Susan and Juwanda, blinking at what they found.
Gershwin and Alex froze, bodies and arms still intertwined. They separated from the kiss and the string of saliva connecting their mouths grew heavy and broke.
Then Juwanda, sweet, beautiful, temptress Juwanda, leered. "Well, don't stop on our account." Beside her, Susan licked her lips.
Their reunion was amazing.
But she was too far away. He grabbed the only one he could reach—a velociraptor. They couldn't understand each other at first and were both too grief-struck to try. Him with Juwanda and the velociraptor with his fallen pack and a woman named Susan.
By now, his hope that they survived had faded into grief. All he had left was Juwanda's ribbon, found near a crushed body and now used to tie his lengthening hair, and Susan's kindle, which was useful for learning how to understand the velociraptor he was stuck with.
His name was Alex and he was the leader of a band of velociraptor pirates. Retired because none of their jobs mattered now. In return, he told Alex his story: born in a circus, worked as a fairground giant, then ran away to the wild west.
They stayed together in the ghost town, only having each other for company. They had no choice. It wasn't consensual, but after a while it became consensual so it's okay. They kept themselves busy, learning to cope with their grief.
In the room of their makeshift home, Gershwin and Alex reached for each other. Alex's hands wrapped around Gershwin's muscled waist.
*RIIIIIIIIIP*
Alex's claws ripped through Gershwin's ragged shirt, but that was fine. Gershwin could go shirtless. Gershwin leaned in for a kiss, his heaving, sweating chest on the velociraptor's rough scales.
They kissed like coffee, wet and hot and more than a little arousing, tongues searching for comfort in each other's mouths.
Then a pack of excited velociraptors crashed into the room.
They hooted in excitement, seeing their leader alive. Atop two of them were Susan and Juwanda, blinking at what they found.
Gershwin and Alex froze, bodies and arms still intertwined. They separated from the kiss and the string of saliva connecting their mouths grew heavy and broke.
Then Juwanda, sweet, beautiful, temptress Juwanda, leered. "Well, don't stop on our account." Beside her, Susan licked her lips.
Their reunion was amazing.
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Day 11
Challenge: Reboot, Reuse, and Recycle
This had a lot more backstory and philosophy and lurid descriptions of romantic acts, but word limit.
Reboot (a fic): Response to joe-wright's Bodice Ripper, using the challenge of distortified's Plot Twist.
Reuse (a character): Susan, Velociraptor, and Pack of Velociraptors from Bodice Ripper. Gershwin the Gargantuan and Juwanda from Plot Twist.
Recycle (a quote): "It wasn't consensual at first, but after a while it became consensual, so it was okay" from Bodice Ripper and "Oh, Gershwin! Take me!" from Plot Twist.
Plot Twist's Challenge
Object: A ribbon
1: 365 words
2: Bodice Ripper AND Western
3: Fairground Giant AND Retired Pirate
4: The discovery of a corpse (Which will be surprising)
Day 11Challenge: Reboot, Reuse, and Recycle
This had a lot more backstory and philosophy and lurid descriptions of romantic acts, but word limit.
Reboot (a fic): Response to joe-wright's Bodice Ripper, using the challenge of distortified's Plot Twist.
Reuse (a character): Susan, Velociraptor, and Pack of Velociraptors from Bodice Ripper. Gershwin the Gargantuan and Juwanda from Plot Twist.
Recycle (a quote): "It wasn't consensual at first, but after a while it became consensual, so it was okay" from Bodice Ripper and "Oh, Gershwin! Take me!" from Plot Twist.
Plot Twist's Challenge
Object: A ribbon
1: 365 words
2: Bodice Ripper AND Western
3: Fairground Giant AND Retired Pirate
4: The discovery of a corpse (Which will be surprising)
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Great work! That ending sure was surprising! XD