Myth - Why snakes have no legs
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charisstomaTitle: Just Like Chicken
Mythology
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 462
Blame this on Meep
Mike looked at the computer laptop, at least that’s what he thought it was, that had just appeared on his desk. Carefully he looked around the room to see if anything else was different or added.
Nothing.
Might have been nice if his bed were made and the sheets fresh clean but no such luck, the sheets were still crumpled up with that limp appearance that sheets obtained after a week … or … two… okay five.
Nope. Only thing different was the laptop, shiny and a blue so translucent it looked like you could reach into its liquid depths.
Carefully lifting the laptop's screen, he spent a while opening its various icons and explored before taking it for a spin, pulling up sites and leaving them open. He had sites up on food, how to grow marijuana, porn and a surprisingly real looking lizard that was thought might be the precursor of modern looking snakes. If anyone had asked him, he’d have shrugged, replying that his interests were diverse, and a defensive, ‘there is nothing wrong with that’.
The food made his mouth water, goulash. He could almost smell it and he stroked a finger over the screen’s image. It came away with the rich brownish red of the goulash and an experimental swipe of his tongue gave him the succulent taste of the food.
Jerking back to stare at the laptop, Mike reached an exploratory finger to touch the food again with the same result. Interesting.
Quickly opening the porn site, he ran a questing finger down the cock and watched with wonder as a drop of clear liquid took shape and flowed onto his finger. A sound came from the screen as of sexual pleasure. Ooooooh, this could get very interesting indeed and he grinned.
“Wonder if I put my mouth to the screen if I could make the image shoot his load,” Mike asked himself and leaned forward, to give the cock’s image a lick.
The scent and feel of warm velvety flesh met his tongue. He tried for more, suckling lightly at first to have the tip press against his lips and then slip between them. Rolling his nipples as he moved up and down the cock, Mike fell into the experience.
It was a week before the Wizards for Academic Ethical Standards personnel tracked down the prototype laptop.
The subject in possession discovered to be a young male in a very debauched condition and required extensive memory correction. Accumulated detritus was removed as part of the cleanup protocol. Research of subject’s internet searches explained bones found of some previously unknown reptile appearing to have residue of a red-brown substance on them. When asked subject kept repeating, ‘tastes just like chicken’.
Mythology
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 462
Blame this on Meep
Mike looked at the computer laptop, at least that’s what he thought it was, that had just appeared on his desk. Carefully he looked around the room to see if anything else was different or added.
Nothing.
Might have been nice if his bed were made and the sheets fresh clean but no such luck, the sheets were still crumpled up with that limp appearance that sheets obtained after a week … or … two… okay five.
Nope. Only thing different was the laptop, shiny and a blue so translucent it looked like you could reach into its liquid depths.
Carefully lifting the laptop's screen, he spent a while opening its various icons and explored before taking it for a spin, pulling up sites and leaving them open. He had sites up on food, how to grow marijuana, porn and a surprisingly real looking lizard that was thought might be the precursor of modern looking snakes. If anyone had asked him, he’d have shrugged, replying that his interests were diverse, and a defensive, ‘there is nothing wrong with that’.
The food made his mouth water, goulash. He could almost smell it and he stroked a finger over the screen’s image. It came away with the rich brownish red of the goulash and an experimental swipe of his tongue gave him the succulent taste of the food.
Jerking back to stare at the laptop, Mike reached an exploratory finger to touch the food again with the same result. Interesting.
Quickly opening the porn site, he ran a questing finger down the cock and watched with wonder as a drop of clear liquid took shape and flowed onto his finger. A sound came from the screen as of sexual pleasure. Ooooooh, this could get very interesting indeed and he grinned.
“Wonder if I put my mouth to the screen if I could make the image shoot his load,” Mike asked himself and leaned forward, to give the cock’s image a lick.
The scent and feel of warm velvety flesh met his tongue. He tried for more, suckling lightly at first to have the tip press against his lips and then slip between them. Rolling his nipples as he moved up and down the cock, Mike fell into the experience.
It was a week before the Wizards for Academic Ethical Standards personnel tracked down the prototype laptop.
The subject in possession discovered to be a young male in a very debauched condition and required extensive memory correction. Accumulated detritus was removed as part of the cleanup protocol. Research of subject’s internet searches explained bones found of some previously unknown reptile appearing to have residue of a red-brown substance on them. When asked subject kept repeating, ‘tastes just like chicken’.
