07-15-2018, 02:33 AM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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in all of her life of living, stocking never expected...
... that she'd be ejected from heaven's asshole and sent to live on the dirtiest, shittiest place in the galaxy. earth.
but it was good. cause it worked out anyways. she'd survived. she'd been saved. she'd been healed. and she was... grateful.
an emotion she hadn't felt in quite some time. in truth, she wasn't sure how to feel on the matter.
all that mattered now was making a living for herself, she guessed. figuring that she had no business limping back out to the shitty wild on three legs and a cut up body with no celestial powers, that she'd bunker down with the first group to show her enough kindness to heal her.
stocking had taken up residence in an old, rotting cabin, overrun with moss and creepers that she had no strength to be getting rid of. perhaps when she was back to full health then she'd eliminate the plants that had overrun the abandoned house and actually redecorate the shithole. but for now, all she had was her little makeshift blankie as her bed.
the aroma of chocolate drifted to her room, so intoxicating and addicting that stocking instantly snapped up from where she'd been napping. even in her current state, she could track down sweets and deserts like a shark after blood in the water. her jaws watered at the thought of sinking her jaws into something delicious. even after her fall from heaven, her gluttonous attributes hadn't faded.
the black feline limped to the door, moving as fast as her body would allow her. stocking's cyan eyes skimmed over malphas's firm first, and then the basket he had carried in him. her gaze zoomed in on the goods like panty would zoom in on a hot piece of firm ass.
wait...
alien? that was a new one. stocking raised a brow. good with teasing, eh? she could see him quickly becoming a favorite of hers.
"thank you for saving my life, mysterious magical medical weed man," stocking replied with equal playfulness, though her phlegmatic expression refused to change. the feline limped over to the basket with far more eagerness than she would have expressed in any other activity, liberally sticking her nose into it's contents. chocolate... what a blessing. they did have deserts in this rickety place after all! stocking wasted no time on chomping down his gift, enthralled at being accommodated so fitfully.
"you brought this for me? i'm honored." through a mouthful of the cocoa-hued sweet. she paused, taking the moment to chew. and then there was a swallow. "you know, it's a good thing you brought me this gift. after all, aliens have a tendency to anally probe earthlings. with this offering, you may have just saved yourself from such an encounter." for such a crude joke, the fallen angel's visage remained resolute. when it came down to ribbing, she was a stone-faced gal.
... that she'd be ejected from heaven's asshole and sent to live on the dirtiest, shittiest place in the galaxy. earth.
but it was good. cause it worked out anyways. she'd survived. she'd been saved. she'd been healed. and she was... grateful.
an emotion she hadn't felt in quite some time. in truth, she wasn't sure how to feel on the matter.
all that mattered now was making a living for herself, she guessed. figuring that she had no business limping back out to the shitty wild on three legs and a cut up body with no celestial powers, that she'd bunker down with the first group to show her enough kindness to heal her.
stocking had taken up residence in an old, rotting cabin, overrun with moss and creepers that she had no strength to be getting rid of. perhaps when she was back to full health then she'd eliminate the plants that had overrun the abandoned house and actually redecorate the shithole. but for now, all she had was her little makeshift blankie as her bed.
the aroma of chocolate drifted to her room, so intoxicating and addicting that stocking instantly snapped up from where she'd been napping. even in her current state, she could track down sweets and deserts like a shark after blood in the water. her jaws watered at the thought of sinking her jaws into something delicious. even after her fall from heaven, her gluttonous attributes hadn't faded.
the black feline limped to the door, moving as fast as her body would allow her. stocking's cyan eyes skimmed over malphas's firm first, and then the basket he had carried in him. her gaze zoomed in on the goods like panty would zoom in on a hot piece of firm ass.
wait...
alien? that was a new one. stocking raised a brow. good with teasing, eh? she could see him quickly becoming a favorite of hers.
"thank you for saving my life, mysterious magical medical weed man," stocking replied with equal playfulness, though her phlegmatic expression refused to change. the feline limped over to the basket with far more eagerness than she would have expressed in any other activity, liberally sticking her nose into it's contents. chocolate... what a blessing. they did have deserts in this rickety place after all! stocking wasted no time on chomping down his gift, enthralled at being accommodated so fitfully.
"you brought this for me? i'm honored." through a mouthful of the cocoa-hued sweet. she paused, taking the moment to chew. and then there was a swallow. "you know, it's a good thing you brought me this gift. after all, aliens have a tendency to anally probe earthlings. with this offering, you may have just saved yourself from such an encounter." for such a crude joke, the fallen angel's visage remained resolute. when it came down to ribbing, she was a stone-faced gal.
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