FB3X Drabble Cascades

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #140 – “Chronicle”

Trinity College Library – Dublin Ireland
Who knows what might get stirred up walking thru certain sections of the Library, esp. if you make any noise doing so.

Title: Beware the Tomes (Paranormal, PG)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500

The quiet in the place was almost that of a sepulcher, a place that guarded secrets or the thoughts of the dead. The Library had been around for a long time, early 1700s; he’d read the information on the website about it; and it was filled with 200,000 of the oldest books. Connor almost feared that the sound of his shoes would disturb what he sensed lurking amongst those rows of heavily laden shelves. The place was practically deserted; in fact he’d seen none since entering it.

Along the nave he came to the area of oldest books where the tome he needed resided and turned to walk between the two towering lines of shelves. That first step was dreadful. Immediately the books started whispering to him, snatches of information drifting through his mind, tempting him to choose them. Each step presented a different set of whispers, different images, sapping his attention.

“Finally,” the words formed in his head, “I wasn’t sure that you would make it.”( Read more... )

Title: The Choosing
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: J is for Jewel
Continues from On the Hook

“Sir, you wanted to see me?”

Captain Smythe cleared his throat, “You’ve settled into the crew well.” He smiled, “Seems like you’ve no problem with bait duty anymore,” like there was any doubt how much Jones loved his time on the hook.

With a bashful blush, Jones shook his head, “No sir.”

“Ah, you realize that you have a choice, you’re a free man even if part of the crew. Um,” the Captain cleared his throat, “this was delivered by the Mer this morn.” He flipped back a linen cloth revealing a half opened clam shell, its mother of pearl only rivaled by the egg sized pearl set inside.
“It would seem that one of them, someone important enough to provide this, wants you exclusively.”

Jones stared at the gem. “Are you sure it’s me he’s wanting?”

The lost shingle that had previously adorned Jone’s line the Captain placed beside the shell. “The ocean folk have a way of communicating their desires.”

“There was one mer that seemed to fend off the others after that first time. Eyes blue green like the sea,” the Captain cut him off because everyone had heard Jones’ account more than once.

“Yes, so, what do you want to do, give the pearl back or booty for booty?”

Pulling a face, “I know my duty sir. Just means that there’ll be two lines in the water every time we’re in these parts and I’ll have to go dry when we’re not, unless you think that he won’t find out.”

“Do you want to take that chance? I wouldn’t.” Then nodding Smythe said, “we’ll dangle you over the side, out of the water, unless your prince asks for you.”

The mer prince pulled Jones down and delicately bit, lapping the blood as he slid in and out below, where human eyes wouldn’t see. No one thought that unusual, the mer did that kind of thing occasionally, tasting the crew called it.

Wilton was much more entertaining to watch as two of the ocean folk had him, one front and one back. There were knowing looks and a few wandering hands on board. Wilton would be walking as if he had no sea legs to him for a few days but his mouth might be available to make up for him hogging the mer-cock. He had a talented mouth.

So nobody noticed that Jones was periodically pulled under the water, or that he wasn’t having any problem with water in his lungs, not even Jones. When his line was drawn up sometime later the harness was empty but for a parcel wrapped in seaweed.

“Where is he and what is that?” Captain Smythe demanded.

“He’s gone s--,” the rest was stolen by a gasp as the seaweed was untangled. There lay a small oak chest with a crest upon it. They’d all heard of the treasure ship sinking in a freak gale a week ago. The mer-prince had paid for his Gem, with a ship’s bounty.

Title: The Feeding part 2 (m/m, alien/vampire)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: E is for Entry and Escape
Continues from Part 1 And darn you you onecrazycanuke.

After settling Jeremy for the night, showing him where water and what seemed to be nutrients acceptable to the fauna of the indigenous population could be had in his cubical, Zrink settled himself for a needed rest cycle. Keeping and maintaining a food producer was difficult at first until they acclimated to their new situation. Still he didn’t expect the pleasurable dream of Jeremy visiting him during the night; nor of finding the small punctures which were hardly visible on his procreation organ in the morning. It was disquieting.

The ship responded that it had provided answers to questions of exit and that a person had used the transporter off the ship during the sleep period. It also said that one of the entry/exit responders had been removed. Zrink narrowed his eyes. Such presumptuous disobedience deserved correction and it would be given. Giving the ship instructions of how to deal with his wayward food producer, should he come back, Zrink went in search of a possible alternate producer. A person has to eat after all, even if the producer of one’s first choice wasn’t available. He sighed, in the interim he’d have to use the archaic method of collection and put on durable dark colored lower limb coverings. One never knew where one would have to kneel for nourishment.

It took him five hours of work, in a nice house that catered to feeding people, to equal two hours of feeding from Jeremy time. There wasn’t any cuddling afterwards and it was necessary to explain that he didn’t ingest his meals through that orifice, not even for extra local monetary units. It was unsatisfying, so the ship’s announcing that Jeremy was located in his cubical per instructions raised joyful emotions in Zrink. Yet, an arms akimbo stance was not what he’d hoped to find when Zrink entered Jeremy’s cubical.

“YOU went feeding someplace else and you’ve ruined me,” Jeremy started off, “feeding from others wasn’t as good.”

“Well I’ve wasted almost twice the time to obtain nourishment from inferior sources,” Zrink rebutted.

“Oh,” was simultaneously said in surprise by both.

Jeremy started laying out the possibilities, “Okay, I need to feed every three days usually, except if high energy activity occurs. Feeding you qualifies. I figure that if I graze on a couple people every four days with small daily feedings from you I should thrive.”

Zrink nodded, “we could feed on the same individuals at the same time then return here and you sleep on my bed.”

“In your bed,” Jeremy corrected. “I’m sleeping in your bed and I want more than that damn probe up my ass occasionally.”

Sighing Zrink thought, it would take a while to break Jeremy of his bad habits but it might just be worth it. He’d just have to be patient.

It took five months before Zrink admitted that; one, Jeremy was bent on getting his own way. Two, that doing what Jeremy liked could be considered pleasurable and three, that Jeremy’d won.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave

Title: Oh What a Tangled Web (PG,sequel, were-spider in human form)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Chapter 1 continues from here

Countryside blurred by in a sweep of lush green fields, intermittently dotted with copses of trees. Archie’s family abode, judging by how far out they were, must be as reclusive as the burrow, a burrow no matter that Archie termed his home a nest. Penn speculated it too might be underground taking advantage of the soil’s ambient heat and while I’m wondering, are Archie’s parents were-kin like Archie?

Rolling his head against the glass to look at his lover, Penn opened his mouth to ask and then closed it.

“What?”

“How did you know that ….? You’re driving! Eyes. Road.” Penn agitatedly motioned towards the roadway ahead.

“They’re not as noticeable when I’m in human form, but I still have more than one set of eyes,” he moved the hair off his forehead and sure enough there was an eye peaking out. “Makes for better attention to driving conditions especially in high traffic areas.” Archie grinned, “my auto insurance premiums are really low.”

“Huh,” Penn subsided back against the seat.

“So what were you going to ask me and thought better of it?”

Swallowing, “are your parents were-spiders too? Are there any spiderlings still in the nest that I have to be careful around?”

With a grin Archie brushed his hair back into position, “My mom is the spider in the house and no, no siblings in residence at the moment. Holidays might be different, but I didn’t think you wanted to be exposed to la famille en mass. I’m the only one who’s going to be eating you if anybody does.” The grin got bigger, “We’re really quite civilized, no stealing other people’s food or mates.”

“So I don’t have to worry about nibbling then. Even from the little ones?” he asked doubtfully.

“No nieces or nephews yet. You’ll be the first spider-mate brought home. Mom would eat anyone of us if we had spiderlings with a non-mate and then she’d steal the littles to raise them properly. She’s maternal like that.”

“We can’t give them any grandkids; that going to be a problem?” Great just what he needed, to invent more things to worry about during the family inspection.

Archie smiled a complacent smile at the roadway as he drove, “Won’t be a problem, Mom knows .” He snickered, “And things happen.”

“WHAT?” Penn turned full in his seat to stare at Archie.

“You’ll look cute all round bellied,” was said with a unconcerned manner before Archie spoiled it grinning. “It’ll be fine. Both my parents will love you because you love me and I love you. It’ll be a love fest in the nest.”

“O-kay.” Penn turned back to the window, “but if my tummy gets big and round, I’m the one going to be eating you.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Archie said. “Now stop worrying about spiderlings and start worrying about if you can keep quiet while I’m eating you tonight in my old bedroom, with my parents just down the hall.”

“Oh shit.”

Chapter 3 continues on here

FB3X Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave

Title: A Proposal (PG, were-spider)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: Weave
Not a sweet snuggle cause well there’s going to be sex involved.

“You do intend to let me go once you’ve shown me what you can turn into?” Penn asked trying to keep the nervousness out of his voice.

Archie smiled, “Maybe you won’t ask to be let go after I’m done with you.” He shrugged. “It could happen.” He tied the last knot, tucking in the end neatly.

“If you bite me will I become like you?” A person had to ask after all when dealing with paranormals who said they could change shape. “Or is that just when the moon is full?”

“Full moon has little to do with it. Now,” he tore off a bit of duct tape with his human appearing teeth, “once I get you back to my nest, I’ll take the tape off so don’t panic.”

Penn nodded his head, his eyes white in the moonlight, stretched wide in panic anyway over the makeshift gag.

Archie sighed, “Alright. Now don’t panic, remember.”

Penn watched in horror as his boyfriend lover changed, becoming roundish and then the legs started erupting.

Oh God. A were-spider. and then, two large wings unfolded and Penn stopped thinking past Flying were-spider.

Tenderly Penn was gathered up before Archie took to the air, held securely so as not to be dropped. The nest wasn’t too far out in the country. Far enough that if he screamed there was a good chance no one would hear. He was so screwed.

The house was one of those new age get back to nature things, made to fit into the environment and utilizing the ground’s natural capabilities for temperature control. It was mostly underground, almost a burrow.

Who am I kidding, it is a burrow even if he calls it a nest. Then a thought occurred. Please don’t let there be any of his kids at home. Kids would definitely mean he was dinner.

He felt a jerking as his pants were opened and the brush of fine hairs as his important bits were worked out into the air by … palps. Those are palps. He wiggled a little in protest and two of the legs reached forward to pin his shoulders to the bed? and a palp stroked up and down his belly.

Archie moved and the tape was pulled carefully off as he hovered above Penn.

“Please don’t eat me.”

There was a chuckling sound from a human appearing mouth. “Not even if my pedipalps are going to fuck you up the ass while I do? I want to suck you dry and when you’ve recovered, do it again and again. We’ve got all weekend before I take you to meet my folks.” He nodded, “If you want to.”

Penn looked into the two largest eyes, more than two was difficult, and considered. “If you bite me do I become a spider or dead?”

“Nope. I’m NOT going to eat you.”

“Alright.” Penn nodded, “ask me after you suck me dry the first time.”

Archie’s chelicerae pulled to the sides grinning, “Will do.”

Continues here with human version of Archie

FB3X Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas

Title: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: Christmas
Meridae gave me this link to a singing Christmas Tree Here.

Ardnel shivered in horror looking across the room as the law enforcement people circled the beautifully decorated Christmas tree, the gaily blinking fairy lights blurring through his tears.

“So, your uncle arrived to put his presents under the tree today because he was going to be at his wife’s, your aunt’s, family gathering?”

Arnel nodded with a sniffle. “Yeah, he really wasn’t very enthusiastic about it but it was their turn, you know?”

The officer wrote his answer down in his report book muttering that, yeah he knew.

“And then what happened?”

“He’d brought over some cookies too and I left him to put them in the kitchen where the kids wouldn’t get them right away.”

“How long were you gone?”

“Only a few minutes,” Ardnel said plaintively. “I heard Uncle Sess shout and then I heard a kind of rustling and thumping. I thought maybe the tree had fallen over of something.”

“And when you entered the room …”

“It was like it is now.”

“Can you point out which of the pres..” The officer cut off with a shout followed by other shouts and calls for an ambulance over phones.

One of the investigative team was pulled over to a chair where pressure was being applied to some deep gashes. Luckily, Ardnel thought, the man was huge.

The tree was tipped to the side, the decorations somewhat askew and some of the garland dangled down towards the floor.

Obviously shaken the interrogating officer remarked, “Good thing that stand is heavy. It would have gotten Malone otherwise.”

Tearfully Ardnel said, “It’s a family heirloom. Heavy to prevent the tree falling over when kids or pets get at it.”

The officer snorted. “Riiiiight.”

“You say you cut down the tree on Wednesday?”

Ardnel took his hand away from his mouth, “Yes. We went out and chopped it down right after we both got out of work. It was our turn to host and our first Christmas together. Some of the extended family haven’t met Dallyn yet.” Glancing at the clock, “He should be home soon.”

“He normally home about this time?” The officer also glanced at the clock and then at his watch.

Faintly, “He’s a little late but he had something to pick up, he said.” Ardnel’s eyes flew to the tree, “You don’t think…” His voice died away.

“Where did you go to cut down the tree?”

Sniffling Ardnel said, “I don’t know. Dallyn heard about this place at his work. Said one of the guys he’s competing with for an account suggested it. We went east on Blackwood Hwy., I think.”

The officer groaned. “So you’ve kept the tree watered, did you add anything to that water? Anything like protein powder.”

“No. You’re supposed to do that?”

“Blackwood trees, when you cut off their roots from the soil, things like this happen. Why don’t you call your husband and ask who suggested that place.”

Shakily dialing the number resulted in a faint ringing from inside the tree.

There's more HERE in Part 2
Meridae protested that the tree ate Dallyn.

FB3X Drabble Cascade #32 - Cage

Title: Fish Market (PG, horror)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: Cage
Buyer beware or is that seller?( Read more... )

FB3X Drabble Cascade #28 - Water

Title: It’s All in the Presentation (PG, m/m)
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 500
Prompt: water
This too is meeps fault. Meeps are greedy( Read more... )

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #140 – “Chronicle”
Drabblerotic 2014 - J is for Jewel
Drabblerotic 2014 - E is for Entry and Escape
Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave : Oh What a Tangled Web (PG, sequel)
Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave : A Proposal (PG, were-spider) --- Meep safe I think.
Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG)
Drabble Cascade #32 - Cage: Fish Market
Drabble Cascade #28: Water ---It’s All in the Presentation (PG, m/m)

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FB3X Drabble Cascade #140 – “Chronicle”

FB3X Drabble Cascades

Drabblerotic 2014 - J is for Jewel

Drabblerotic 2014 - E is for Entry and Escape

Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave : Oh What a Tangled Web (PG, sequel)

Drabble Cascade #49 - Weave : A Proposal (PG, were-spider) --- Meep safe I think.

Drabble Cascade #41 - Christmas: The Trees of Blackwood (Murder mystery, Wizards’ World, PG)

Drabble Cascade #32 - Cage: Fish Market

Drabble Cascade #28: Water ---It’s All in the Presentation (PG, m/m)