Well damn. That sexy badass fairy had just cracked the whip, hit him with a bit of her magic, and boom, shiny metal ass restored. Kerberos was pretty damn stoked about that part, but she’d vanished the second it was done, the sly wench. Not even a quickie behind the bushes to celebrate. Bummer.
Ah well, he’d find somebody else to bang.
Right. Well. Fuck. Now what? He could prance on into Pangea and see if anybody wanted to stir shit up, but well...he had a bit of a history of pissing off magicians, what with that one time he’d hit on that smokin’ hot pretty boy and pissed off Daddy Dearest. What’s his face. Pazuzu, that was the one. Mmm, he would’ve been fun back before he got himself all whipped into shape and domesticated. Athoooough. Cur had it on pretty good authority that the sexy son of a bitch had expanded his sexual horizons, and wouldn’t it just be a delight to get in on that?
Or to bang his slightly-less-sexy-now-that-he’d-been-scarred-all-to-hell-and-back-by-someone-other-than-Cur son right under his nose.
Mmm, that could be fun.
Wait, right, focusing. Not pissing off magicians who wouldn’t take it out on his ass in a fun way. Right. So probably sashaying on into Pangea and seeing who wanted to make some noise wasn’t the best idea. Instead, Cur wandered around the forest, enjoying the fact that he was made of fucking iron again. Mmm, and there was this extra lovely little bit of power running in his cold metal veins, too. The power to give other people their shit back. Oh but that could come in handy.
Trade it for sexual favors? Eh, boring. Too easy. Not so much fun, unless the person he was trading with found the idea of fucking him utterly abhorrent. Ha, then it might be fun. Make ‘em squirm, make ‘em play his game, make ‘em subject themselves to something they found so disgusting they’d hate themselves for it after. Make it just worth it enough that they’d do it anyhow. Heh.
Maybe.
While he considered his options, Cur found himself a nice ol’ river to walk on top of instead of the grass, just because he could. Just because it’d carry him again, the way it always had before the stupid world fell apart and stripped him of his badassery.
Well. Ass restored. Time to wreak a little havoc, huh?
Ah well, he’d find somebody else to bang.
Right. Well. Fuck. Now what? He could prance on into Pangea and see if anybody wanted to stir shit up, but well...he had a bit of a history of pissing off magicians, what with that one time he’d hit on that smokin’ hot pretty boy and pissed off Daddy Dearest. What’s his face. Pazuzu, that was the one. Mmm, he would’ve been fun back before he got himself all whipped into shape and domesticated. Athoooough. Cur had it on pretty good authority that the sexy son of a bitch had expanded his sexual horizons, and wouldn’t it just be a delight to get in on that?
Or to bang his slightly-less-sexy-now-that-he’d-been-scarred-all-to-hell-and-back-by-someone-other-than-Cur son right under his nose.
Mmm, that could be fun.
Wait, right, focusing. Not pissing off magicians who wouldn’t take it out on his ass in a fun way. Right. So probably sashaying on into Pangea and seeing who wanted to make some noise wasn’t the best idea. Instead, Cur wandered around the forest, enjoying the fact that he was made of fucking iron again. Mmm, and there was this extra lovely little bit of power running in his cold metal veins, too. The power to give other people their shit back. Oh but that could come in handy.
Trade it for sexual favors? Eh, boring. Too easy. Not so much fun, unless the person he was trading with found the idea of fucking him utterly abhorrent. Ha, then it might be fun. Make ‘em squirm, make ‘em play his game, make ‘em subject themselves to something they found so disgusting they’d hate themselves for it after. Make it just worth it enough that they’d do it anyhow. Heh.
Maybe.
While he considered his options, Cur found himself a nice ol’ river to walk on top of instead of the grass, just because he could. Just because it’d carry him again, the way it always had before the stupid world fell apart and stripped him of his badassery.
Well. Ass restored. Time to wreak a little havoc, huh?
