(for future reference, I fucking HATE jolly ranchers. ever since...well, you have all read the story, oh, and the only thing that scares me, is rats and spiders)
The blisters began to fester, boiling like so much pus like spaghetti sauce. There was a gasp, a cry, low and gutteral, that eminated deep from Gehtfucts too-large lips. He was struggling to scream, the pain was unbearable. Cuddles, in her fear of, well, shittin' every thing, began to step back, and back, until her back was literally against a wall. But it was not a wall, no, there are no walls in this tale, kiddos. Jason had entered, but not the Jason of the movies. This Jason was real. And in place of a machetti, he held the gigantic cocks, the life grown on his malfunctory farm. The form, huddled and disformed behind him, began to laugh, cackle really. Britt slid, slobbering on himself, next to his master.
Junglizm and copylifted lit thier smokes next to Shep, watching like so many would watch a play. DG winked at one, the only real one, with her large, almost bug-like glinting green eyes.
And all the players had entered the field.
DG was better than all of them, she was fearless and powerfull, something greater than a mere human could ever be. It was not ego that drove her, for ego was something for young men to abuse, and the old men to cackle about. No, this was her strength, and she clung to it with nothing and everything all at once.
The blisters festered into huge, black, rolling masses. DG watched, her eyes glinting in that dark laughter of the insane. She watch without fear, until she realized what the blisters were becoming, adn it was all she had to hold back the bile jumping to her throat.
Cuddles gasped at Jason, for he was far more formidable a foe than she had yet encountered. She gasped, and flung herself to the ground. Britt, like an untrained schnauzer, jumped on her and began humping her leg. She screamed and tried to run, but the slobbering disformed half man thing that called itself britt, went about his business.
Nymph, on the other hand, held no fear. She watched cuddles being leg humped, trying to beat the britt off of herself. She thought it rather funny. Few things attracted Nymph like power and size, and by the gods of the east, Jason had both. She began humping his leg.