08-01-2018, 02:18 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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from the moment she awoke she felt a deep ache in her back. she felt as if her spine had split itself in two overnight. the firebrand rolled from her bed with a grunt, jaws split open as she huffed her agony. she was still so damn tired and yet for some reason her body decided to fuck with her.
stocking grunted and groaned her disapproval. even plip seemed to be attuned to her suffering. the plant belched in response, releasing a plume of nasty smelling fluid. stocking coughed as the smell within her cabin worsened even further, and narrowed her eyes as the mutated pitcher plant's vines slid towards her. what the fuck?
"god damn it plip, don't kill me," the day was coming, wasn't it? the day that plip finally decided to have enough of her bullshit and offed her. probably use her corpse as sustenance. she would be the biggest meal they ever received in a while. but damn it. she thought they had something special.
instead of the vines coming to choke or drag her back towards the owner's mouth like she expected, it instead slithered towards her back, wrapping itself around...
oh god what.
she felt a new type of sensation. as if there was another limb or two sitting atop her spine. it felt odd, as if her body had somehow expanded.
stocking was quick to glance backwards, horrified to see too baby wings laying limp betwixt her spine. it was no bigger than her head, and she realized she could truly feel the sensation within those two, tiny wings. plip's vines coaxed the two appendages into unfurling, revealing white, glossy feathers and wings untrained with flight.
back in heaven, stocking had wings. they were glorious, magnificent things, divine and ethereal. but they had been stripped from her when she landed.
and now they were... back?
stocking grunted and groaned her disapproval. even plip seemed to be attuned to her suffering. the plant belched in response, releasing a plume of nasty smelling fluid. stocking coughed as the smell within her cabin worsened even further, and narrowed her eyes as the mutated pitcher plant's vines slid towards her. what the fuck?
"god damn it plip, don't kill me," the day was coming, wasn't it? the day that plip finally decided to have enough of her bullshit and offed her. probably use her corpse as sustenance. she would be the biggest meal they ever received in a while. but damn it. she thought they had something special.
instead of the vines coming to choke or drag her back towards the owner's mouth like she expected, it instead slithered towards her back, wrapping itself around...
oh god what.
she felt a new type of sensation. as if there was another limb or two sitting atop her spine. it felt odd, as if her body had somehow expanded.
stocking was quick to glance backwards, horrified to see too baby wings laying limp betwixt her spine. it was no bigger than her head, and she realized she could truly feel the sensation within those two, tiny wings. plip's vines coaxed the two appendages into unfurling, revealing white, glossy feathers and wings untrained with flight.
back in heaven, stocking had wings. they were glorious, magnificent things, divine and ethereal. but they had been stripped from her when she landed.
and now they were... back?
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