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Title: Not A Pretty Story, 2/?
Summary: Naboo has some bad memories. Vince has some unanswered questions. Howard has no trousers, no job and no friends. Summary of summary: this is not a cheery chapter.
Rating: R (and see the warnings)
Warnings: accusations of bestiality, off-screen non-consensual sex, anatomically canon!Naboo, blood, mild threat/violence and a more than usually convoluted plot. Oh, and tentacles. The tentacles still haven’t appeared yet, but they will.
Length: about 1100 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely (and not-so-lovely) characters, I just borrow them to play with and nobody pays me for doing so
Notes: Un-beta’d: all errors and clunky sentences are mine. I apologize unreservedly to all Bob Fossil fans for making Bobby Bob Bob such a bad boy in this fic. Bless him, he’s just a big kid really, but... even kids sometimes pull the wings off flies...
Not A Pretty Story, 2/?
‘Oh, my little love muffin, I can’t fight it any longer, now that we’re alone again.’
( Read more... or don't. I won't be offended. )
Summary: Naboo has some bad memories. Vince has some unanswered questions. Howard has no trousers, no job and no friends. Summary of summary: this is not a cheery chapter.
Rating: R (and see the warnings)
Warnings: accusations of bestiality, off-screen non-consensual sex, anatomically canon!Naboo, blood, mild threat/violence and a more than usually convoluted plot. Oh, and tentacles. The tentacles still haven’t appeared yet, but they will.
Length: about 1100 words
Disclaimer: I don’t own these lovely (and not-so-lovely) characters, I just borrow them to play with and nobody pays me for doing so
Notes: Un-beta’d: all errors and clunky sentences are mine. I apologize unreservedly to all Bob Fossil fans for making Bobby Bob Bob such a bad boy in this fic. Bless him, he’s just a big kid really, but... even kids sometimes pull the wings off flies...
Not A Pretty Story, 2/?
‘Oh, my little love muffin, I can’t fight it any longer, now that we’re alone again.’
( Read more... or don't. I won't be offended. )