After musing for yet another day or so, I decided to commit a thread to pure Jissouseki Abuse. The rules are simple. The story is to be written under your own Alias, and written consistently in good quality. One-shots are preferable. If you wish to submit a chaptered story into this thread, then it must be Labeled with previous chapters via links.

Let the fuckfest begin, with my own submitted story:

Dissection In The Classroom (Part 1)

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Today had one of my more disliked classes: Biology. I hated just how disgusting everything looked when they were exposed. Insides weren't meant to be shown to the outside! It just wasn't right. As I filed into the classroom after my fellow classmates, I saw something that made my stomach clench: The chalkboard had the words 'Dissecting Day' on them. Thoughts on slicing frogs open and removing eggs, intestines and other gross things emerged, enhanced by my vivid imagination.

My dissent was echoed as everyone, especially the girls, muttered to each other.

"Please hurry to your seats class!"

Mr. Beckham, the Biology teacher, was a young man in his late twenties, the kind of brown-haired blue-eyed, white man that some of the college girls would lust after. I knwo for a fact some of the guys on the football team got straight As from him.

I hurried to my seat, sitting at a table with two girls, both blond and talking about makeup and what dresses they were going to wear tomorrow.

"Today, as you know, will be Dissection Day," spoke Beckham loudly, "However, the frogs I ordered to be dissected were halted, by an unusually successful petition by PETA activists."

There was soft sigh of relief from everyone, but...

"Instead, we will be using a critter we usually see. They are quite common, you usually see them in the park, the alleys, and the pet store. Can anyone guess what they are?"

I raised my hand, "Rats?"

The two blonds shuddered and fanned herself at the mere idea of it.

"No, but you're close. They can be pest or a pet. Some of you like eating these for sure," replied Beckham, as he eyed a student with a pack of ships.

A number of people now gave him their utmost attention.

"I have here, a soon to be mother that will give birth to the specimens we will dissect," he said as he reached into a box next to him. There was muffled sound of a "Techiii~!" and he pulled out a mature Jissouseki. She screeched with fear through a ballgag, red and green eyes looking around for help. However, unlike the usual Jissouseki, this one was partially naked, with her pale stomach completely transparent, revealing a number of pods swelling slowly inside, next to red and green slimy organs.

"As you know Jissous are asexual," said the professor, quickly tying the mother-to-be to a rope hanging from the ceiling, "Can anyone tell me what this means?" He began to use tweezers to pull out eleven more slug-like Jissous, obviously in larvae form. They squirmed about, looking at the students assembled, emitting sounds of "Refu! Refu!"

Some of the girls with the expressions of 'Awww! How adorable!' were looking faintly sick.

"They can reproduce without sex," said a student at the front row.

"Correct!" Nodded Beckham, "Now, this Jissouseki I found, along a dozen more in the School Garages. She is a bit young, but mature enough to give birth. The average Jissou's eyes are green and red, but both eyes become red when they are about to give birth. This can be artificially induced by artificial coloring. As you can see..."

Pulling out an eye-dropper, Beckham dropped several droplets of red water into the Jissou's eye, which immediately went red, the effect however, did not extend just to the eyes.

Green slime had filled the sacs swelling inside the transparent body of the Jissou. A small tiny, minuscule rupee had formed in the center of each of the masses. Within a minute, a naked larvae was born, eyes closed as it swam blindly in it's sac. The cacoon-like clothing formed around it, hair sprouting slowly as it began to open it's eyes. The sac merged, allowing dozens to form and rub against each other. Occasionally, a dribble of greenish slimy fluid would ebb out of the vagina of the mother, who continued to struggle futilely.

"They should almost be here any moment, gather around to see how they are born," said Beckham as he pulled the pregnant Jissou towards him and setting her over a small pan. The eleven larvae watched, still emitting sounds of "Refu!" as they followed. Beckham pulled them into his hand and dropped them unceremoniously into the pan, where they laid there stunned and confused.

I walked forward, captured by the struggling mother's pregnancy, and the formation of new life that so quickly found itself alive. The mother's struggles were more frantic now, with more greenish slim gushing out with each push.

A single massive push let us see through the transparent belly as the dozens of larvae dropped down from the vagina in a torrent of goo into the pan. While normally the fall would've sent the babies splattering onto the pan, the goo saved their fall as they landed squealing.

I drew away from the smell, like many other around me, but I came back to watch with horrid fascination as the Jissous squirmed about in the path, confused and squeaking "Refu? Refu?" over and over.

"Amazing isn't it? They are alive in just under five minutes, and can speak coherently soon after. Despite their brains the size of pea, they can learn to speak like a five-year old in under ten minutes!" Said Beckham, obviously enjoying himself very much, "Lets take a break for now. You can play with some of them, see if they can learn. Then we get back to the test at hand!"

A slurp from a fat boy to my right made be coil back in disgust. "Hey! No eating!" Shouted the professor as he backhanded the drooling boy, "Next time I catch you eating one of them, you'll be in detention!"

I look back at the Jissouseki larvae, who were shocked by the sudden disappearance of one of their brother or sisters, but soon relaxed as girls cooed over them despite the smell. They looked up in confusion at their mother, who strained weakly against her bonds. I pick one up with tweezers and ran it under a bit of water to clean the goo off of it. It sneezed and looked up in anticipation, "Refu?"

"Alright, breaks over, pick your Jissous, clean em," said Beckham, "Get to your tables, get your stuff and we'll begin dissecting them."

I looked at the small larvae in my hand and felt my heart break for it, but I took it to my table and set it there as I placed a cutting board, scapels and knives on next to it. It squinted at me, rolled onto it's back and spoke in a tiny voice, "Tummy soft and springy. Please rub!"

I raised an eyebrow and obliged. Around me, student picked out their victims and prepared to dissect them. I raised my hand and extended a finger...

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End of part 1.

I love Jissousekis, please continue

Dissection In The Classroom (Part 2)

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The Jissouseki larave's belly was actually pretty soft, smooth, and quite like fur. I ran my index finger up and down it's upturned belly and began poking it. The little critter actually started to pant and lick the air with a tiny tongue. A second later a spurt of the same green thick slime oozed out of what appeared to be the anus at the end of it's cocoon. I looked up for any other people watching, but only a sea of people poking and prodding their larvae with Q-Tips and fingers as they watched the creature’s reactions.

“As you can see, they are somewhat intelligent,” supplied Beckham as he fished up a larva to see. This one was quite large, about the size of a large potato. It turned its head around side to side to look at them and emitted a loud “Refu! Tummy soft! Please rub, refu!”

“This is a more mature Jissouseki, artificially enlarged through steroids, about a month or two ago, it was the size of these young newborns here. Give this one in my hand a few more days, we’ll have a immature Jissou child, though the size of an adult,” said Beckham as he began strapping the large squishy larvae to a examination table, that was apparently designed just for it’s kind, and pulling out a scalpel. “Now watch its reactions,” he continued, easily ignoring the shocked expressions on his student’s faces and lowering it to the middle of the Jissou’s belly. It looked down in confusion and back up, “What are you doing Mr. Man, refu?”

“You need not worry, while slightly intelligent, they feel little pain as their nervous systems are too simple for something such as that. The only sounds that appear to be pain are only those of shock and confusion,” assured Beckham with a smile of anticipation, “You noticed that Jissou’s love to be belly-rubbed? The green slime flowing from them are a multi-tasking fluid, a combination of semen, lubrication fluid, nutrient-rich food, an aid in giving birth, and many other things. In the case of belly rubbing, it is considered semen.

“Ah, and don’t get any of that on your clothes, that shit stains,” he said, a bit late as several were frantically attempting to remove the shit stains from their clothing, “Now, watch as I slowly remove the cocoon…”

The larvae sitting next to me, along many of its brethren had also looked up to watch, childlike in anticipation of what was to come. All were more or less confused or bored, including the on the examination table displayed for all to see. The mother who birthed them all was squealing faintly through the ball-gag, clearly knowing what was going to happen to its child.

The scalpel sliced easily through the fabric, alerting the jissou as it stiffen and attempted to move away. There was little it could do as Beckham removed it’s cocoon, revealing it’s pale naked flesh and four stubby arms and legs previously barely seen. The stubby limbs flailed helplessly as it cried, “Stop, refu! My clothes! Give them back, refu!” Red and green tears flowed easily as it started to ejaculate the same green slim from it’s puckered anus.

“A jissouseki often lets waste fall when it is in ‘pain’, in ‘pleasure’, ‘afraid’, giving birth, or any mixture of the above. Usually they do so anyway for sometimes absolutely no reason at all,” said Beckham as he pulled on plastic gloves, “Jissousekis are unnaturally fragile, some fall and become a splatter on the floor with little to no pressure. Even adult Jissous suffer from accidents continuously. Not to mention their stupid antics and childlike intelligence. Now…”

The scalpel fell, poking through the skin of the overgrown larvae and burying it’s sharp head into it’s belly. The larvae looked down, transfixed at the sight, as though unable to believe this was happening. The other smaller larvae before it were panting as more semen squirted from their anuses, a few actually fainted, a some more had gone pale. Mine had a pale complexion to it as it watched Beckham systematically sliced a long cut through the extra-large jissou larvae, eviscerating it. “Stop, refu! This feels funny Mr. Man! I feel bad, refu!”

“What is happening, refu?”

I looked down in surprise as the tiny larvae nudged it’s head into my hand and looked up at me with child-like innocence.

“Nothing,” I replied, unsure as to describe what was happening to it’s steroid-dosed brother/sister.

It rolled onto it’s back, face locked onto mine with a smile, “Please rub, refu!”

II obliged, but returned my gaze to Professor Beckham, who had begun opening the cavity in the jossou’s chest for all to see.

“The internal organs and blood within a Jissouseki are predominantly red and green! Though occasionally predominantly red, green, even pink or blue color may come out through genitival selection,” Beckham was saying over the cries of “Please stop Mr. Man! Stop! Refuuu~!”, “As you can see, the internal organs of a Jissouseki are simple, a downgraded version of our own internal organs. You can see the lungs, the heart, similar bone structure, the stomach, bladder, pancreas…”

With flourish, he put the scalpel away, after cutting away at a green and red intestine and began unraveling and pulling it out before everyone’s eyes. The restrained mother began pulling at it’s ropes even more frantically now, as it’s shocked and equally retrained child squirmed weakly. The intestines were soon removed, giving the larvae (and the mother, whose panties were overflowing with shit now) to empty what was left in it’s bowels, though from the clear view into it’s organs…it was wasn’t much.

“Now, pass this tray around, feel free to touch this, with gloves if you please, and examine closely at the texture. This here is the bladder, which is empty now,” said Beckham as he removed the organ and slapped it onto a tray. It burst with a splatter. “Ah, maybe not,” he said with a shrug, “Here are the large intestines…”

The larvae was getting weaker now, as more and more organs, more and more blood was shed. Behind it, it’s mother had passed out, with it’s panties impossibly filled with green slime that was oozing through the stained fabric like Guacamole through a cheesecloth. “Mr. Man, I feel sleepy…” murmured the larvae softly, “Refu…”

With a soft whir of a saw, Beckham swifty removed the stop of the jissou’s skull, revealing a pulsating red-green blob; it’s brain.

“I feel cold, refu,” said the larvae, “What is going on…refu?”

Slowly and carefully, Beckham removed the brain. The larvae continued to move, but without saying anything.

It was brain-dead. A few seconds later it was very much stone dead.

A large amount of people wore greenish expression, along with a number of other larvae (especially in the front) going white and frozen with shock and shitting bricks. The rest looked excited. Especially the blonds next to me – they had shit stains on their clothes.

I pulled a small box out of my backpack; hand coaxed the larvae into it with a bit of beans from my potato salad sandwich and raised my hand.

“Yes?”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

Beckham seemed to just noticed just how many people had gone green or white with shock, “Well…I though this class was made of better stuff!”

A girl stood up, he chest thrown out, with a familiar PETA badge on it, “You’ll pay for this!” With a huff she ran out of the door. Most of the class followed, though they were headed to the nurses office for something to ease their feeling of throwing up the contents of their stomach. I left too, with my new friend in tow.

Behind me, the unfortunate larvae were squealing in fright and pain as those they had shitted on revenged themselves mercilessly upon them.

I was headed home.

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End of part 2.

Whew, quite a bit, eh?

Aww, no one? Nothing? Come Jissouseki fans, where are you?!

Caring for my Pet Jissou. ( http://img.gurochan.net/g/src/1223382867357.gif ) Part 1

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Seki-Chan was a jissou, with a net-worth of about sixty-thousand dollars and forty-two cents. She was bought as a present to a son of a rich family in italy, and ever since then has lived a wonderful life. Out of fifty-four of the best jissousekis in the high-class pet store, she was found to be the best of all. A year of training, physical and mental, and educations had transformed her from an annoying fragile creature to one that only the rich can buy.

For Seki-Chan, her life began pn an appropriated assembly line. Her mother was an anonymous fat slob that was force-fed a highly nutritious slime that was taken from jissouseki feces and refined for proper birthing. The mother gave birth to at least sixteen to fifty larvae Jissous an hour. She herself was separated from her brothers and sisters. A freshly born male jissou, with a large visible penis sprouting from his green cocoon, kept trying to mount her. Seki fought him off with some difficulty and moved away. The end of the assembly line dropped them through a lightly sprinkling shower of water full of the proper nutrients for growing. She made sure to wash herself thoroughly in the water before it was gone.

As the line went on, they fell into a large box with a cushioned bottom, a few fell on their heads and stopped moving, temporarily stunned. More and more jissous fell into the box, until the assembly stopped and allowed the box to be automatically moved, and replaced by an empty clean one.

Around Seki were about a hundred baby jissou, with males moving around drooling, females crooning, and dozens of others quickly learning how to use their voices and limbs. She slowly made her way towards the left end of the box when a gloved hand snatched her up. Immediately she squirted herself in shock, hitting a male in the face, who crooned in thanks and started licking it off. She hissed at him in disgust.

A woman eyed her beadily through reflective glasses. For the first time Seki saw her own face. Green and red eyes stared back at Seki as she moved her shiny round eyes to smile at the woman. The inspector nodded in satisfaction and placed the larvae in a box labeled 'Passed' and picked up another. Seki looked around in her new surroundings. About four others were there, all eating an apple mashed to pulp before them. Realizing just how hungry she was after her birth. Filling her mouth with the sweet pulp, she felt another larvae move next to her. An another. Soon the box of jissous that had passed inspection and examination were carted off to the nursery where adult jissouseki mothers with their handlers and supervisors waited to take care of this new batch.

- 2 months later -

Seki had grown into a well proportioned and balanced jissouseki. Her dress had been grown into a natural green, soft and well-cared for, with a cute and pretty shine to match. She had been placed in a class for average jissous in basic education. Numbers and math were a hard challenge, though this was common for all of her kind, but she passed with a C-, which thrilled her caretakers. The teacher, a jissou in a pink frilly dress and odd triangular glasses had her transfered to a class for above-average jissouseki.

The education lasted for three weeks. Seki made a few friends, and enemies, with the same social life of any other jissou. She was selected from a panel of the best in her class to participate in a camping (survival) exercise. Four a week, they worked together to collect wood, food, and find shelter. Of the six that were chosen, three had obvious problems. One was excessively shy and kept to herself, but managed to get to know the rest of the group and help out successfully. Another was fearful everything, as she had trouble adjusting and adapting quickly to her surroundings and constantly cried.

It didn't help these two jissous when the third had anger problems. The jissou was short-tempered and was often enraged by nothing, bullies the other two constantly, and ordered people around. Her rage grew to point she grew a huge penis nearly twice her mass and raped the fearful jissou.

When the examiners found her mangled body, Seki stood out to take the blame. However, the rest of the group stood by her and proclaimed their part in ganging up and stoning the raging jissouseki. Instead of being punished, they were scolded and told that they should have restrained the jissou and left her to the Caretakers. But thene again, she was still alive.

That jissou was taken, and the examiners gave the other five jissous a passing grade. The traumatized jissou was taken to a psychotherapy session to help it cope with the experience and was returned with a shift in personality for the better.

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End Part 1

Jissousekis are f*cking ugly and disgusting.

:3

>>6

Not quite all of them.

The majority on the other hand are indeed f*cking ugly and disgusting. What the second story In-Progress is showing, is that not all of them are retarded little bastards that we can abuse for our pleasure. Seki-Chan is on of the few who has the sense not to annoy us. The rest on the other hand...

I'm not going to posting up the second part, which will be done next by week.

You guys are wonderful, I shall contribute soon.

Desu Desu Des
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Caring for my Pet Jissou. ( http://img.gurochan.net/g/src/1223382867357.gif ) Part 2

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After the secondary processing, in which all jissous in their section were screened and tested once more before venturing into the outside world, Seki-Chan and her fellow jissousekis (Numbering at about four dozen) were put into a comfortable kennel and driven to a pet store. Along with them were about a hundred jissouseki. most of them were bound to the abuse ($5), sale ($20), which would go to the abuse section later anyhow, and the 'normal' petting zoo and store.

The rest, including little Seki-Chan were to be given the best and most luxurious little cages, with ample food, water, bedding, toys, and potentially kind owners.

The van holding the many jissous stopped, at the pet store, where the most recent christmass shopping horde had cleaned them out of jissouseki, mainly the abuse section. About forty-five jissous were put in the Abuse and Sale section, with twenty-five in the Normal, and twenty of the Special Class and 1st Class. Almost immediately, ten jissous in the Abuse section began fornicating as soon as the Caretaker delegated to Shipping Duty left their presence. Seki-Chan wrinkled her nose in disgust of the little retards, snuggling into a comfortable nest of soft bedding as she decided to take a nap.

Around her, the rest of the jissousekis fornicated, ate their own and others' shit, cried, made babies, ate each other, or all of the above.

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-tap-tap-

Seki-Chan twitched as the sound brought her out of a blissful sleep. She blinked her bright eyes and slight confusion, looking for the source of the sound.

-tap-tap-

She turned her head to looked, half-asleep, at the perpetrator of the noise. A boy squealed in delight as a much older man and woman nodded in approval, with the latter pulling out a slip of paper and a pen. With curiosity, Seki crept closer, her head bobbing as she followed the boy's finger as he traced it around the glass.

"Shes so cute!" Squealed the boy, "Can I have her? Please?"

"Of course, son, so long as you take care of her. Shes your responsibility," replied the man with a nod and a smile, "How much for the jissouseki?"

The store manager, a young man in a blue apron approached them and glanced at Seki, "Ah, shes a first class jissouseki. Best trained and most well-mannered. In other words, a perfect specimen...unlike those little ruffians over there."

He didn't need to emphasize the point as a brutish looking man bought a dozen jissous from the abuse section, a couple more from the sale section. They gibbered in fear as he grinned down scarily at them.

"Two thousand should cover the expenses, a discount of five hundred for the coupon," said the manager as he accepted the check, "Whats your name little one?"

The little jissou raised her head to look at the manager respectfully as he opened the glass window, "My name is Seki, techi~"

"Seki-Chan comes with her own cage, jissou food, and toys. Anything else can be bought in the Jissouseki Care Section," continued as he coaxed the relunctant jissou into his hands, "Here you are James, one jissouseki. Be careful with her."

"Well then," said James' father, "What do you recommend?"

"Well, the Magical Menagerie has all manner of toys and needs," said the manager easily, "Come this way Mr and Mrs. Potter."

Seki looked up at the young boy's eager face, studying him carefully as she let out a hopeful chirp, "I'm Seki, techi~!"

"James Potter," replied the boy with a smile, "And you're my new pet!"

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End.

end? I wants MOAR

One shot story:

It really didn't cost much. 400 yen for a sale price Jissou looked like a good bargain price. After all, these pretty byproducts of a genetic experiment are denied basic human rights, ran away into wilderness just as another meat source for endangered predators, and bred like crazy. They were exactly things our stressed civilisation needed.

After jissous were exported out of mainland Japan, they became staple food of many third world counties, especially the fast-breeding hyper-omnivores(that would eat anything) that were fat but could run fast. The good thing is, they also had a basic level of cunning that prevented them being caught easily and it was useless to commercially raise them, preventing any monopoly since they breed like rats and automatically limit their population by savaging(child devouring). A lot of these runaway jissou now are main dishes for African countries, and it became good sport to hunt them, so famine and diamond wars lost most of their dread and horror, leaving it for the truly greedy beyond base needs of a human being.Why bother joining a drug-pumped diamond warlord if one could catch jissou to feed himself?Only already rotten types were now the world's mercenaries for

Crime was lower since many asocial psychos could take their frustration out of abuse-grade jissou caught from the nearest dump or park, any angry man could run over a passing jissou or netter yet, tear them apart at home when a few are caught.

One could tell without news that the world became a lot more relaxed and fed after the Jissou Scandal back in 2013. Whomever hacked the Amaterasu Genetics Corp.'s holding pens is forever a hero. Investigation showed clues leading to the infamous internet clique, known as Anonymous, releasing these "rabbits on horse steroids" type meatbags to the world.

So, the commercial raising of jissou are mostly isolated, and now focused on manners and intelligence of these cute little things, except in big cities where average jissou end up eaten by cats and dogs, or contributing to the asphalt coloring when they splatter under trucks and cars in a shower of red and green slime-meat.

And so, I have a jissou, in Tokyo, alone and at my mercy. I especially bought a large size pregnant one from the pen, much to the chuckle of the overweight otaku cashier who knew what I was going to do. Underway I bought a can of pickled jissou babies, some jissou ground, and 2 bags of jissou chips alongside with soy beans. They are so damn cheap.

When I was at home, the first thing to do was to put the glass jissou cage to the bathroom, with ventilation turned on, under a shower of cold water, for it dulled their metabolism and prevented birthing. The pregnant jissou, full of fear, relaxed and laid down. It had to wait till I had everything set up.

Fridge is stocked, relatively clean apartment is empty, and the flat I got, is now clean and empty... With the TV on to these ridiculous programs which I didn't quite understand since my Japanese wasn't too well either.

Gotta log off, more to come.

..."Mr Man! Mr Man! Cold here~tesu!"

I could at least understand this part, wondering how these critters could talk. Probably they had preprogrammed genetic brains, remembering the brain removed from an oversized larva on steroids in a recording made by a kid in some Japanese school.(Tribute to first story)

I put a blender on the kitchen, and emerged from the shower half an hour later with the jissou dozing off in the glass box covered with cool water.

I put the box in the kitchen. Then I watch the jissou awaken. As large as a fat cat, the new breed of jissou is more clever while the runaways are merely little more than animals compared to it. Both literally grow clothes around them organically, thanks to the multibillion dollar research put into effort.

Punishments for the ruffians. Part 1

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"I'm home!"

The sound reached throughout the room, waking up a young jissou within his terrarium. It sat up in an instant as it heard the familiar voice that came with pets and delicious food. It removed the layer of leaves it slept on and looked around it's leafy environment. The terrarium was a large box-like shape, with a grassy ground, a small pool of fresh cycling water, and plenty of growing plants for it to chew and make things out of.

The jissouseki hurried over to the glass to peer outside, smoothing it's skirt and checking for any wrinkles. It saw it's owner's feet move into the kitchen, bringing the taste of drool welling up into it's mouth. The owner is going to visit her soon! She ran towards the pool and drank from it, washing her face and checking it's appearance in the reflection. Deeming it's state of appearance as fine, she waited.

The sound of approaching feet came closer, with a young man peering down at it, "Hows my little pet doing?"

"I'm happy Mr. Man! Techi!" The jissouseki replied with as much excitement as it could muster, "Did you have a good day, Mr. Man?"

"As a matter of fact, I did," replied the unknown man with a small smile, "Did you clean your home as I asked?"

Nodding the jissou hurried towards it's sleeping area and pointed at the small hole it had dug, "I make poo poo in there and cover with a big leaf, techi! Do I get to come outside to play, techi~?"

"Yes, yes you do," said the young man triumphantly, "Hold on and let me pick you up." He flicked open the latch on the overhead door and reached out to pick up the soft jissou. It squirmed slightly, but did not poo or react poorly to being handled. Gently, he put it onto the carpeted floor and smiled, "Follow me, we're heading outside to the garden."

"Will there be food, Mr. Man?"

He nodded absentmindedly, "Of course. But first I need you to help me do something."

The jissouseki followed him to the hallway, where the door to the small garden behind the house Mr. Man lived in. It was small, with a low-leveled water fountain, a patch of flowers and a tree. Immeditaly, it heard the sound of jissous!

"These little jissous are abandoned, and are merely children, jissou-chan," said the young man, pointing to two tiny jissou children and a dozen tiny larvae, "They have been ruining my garden, pooping in the fountain. I want you to punish them."

"Me, techi?" Asked the jissou as she watched them frolicking in the flowers, "Why can't you, Mr. Man?"

"Because I want you to," he replied as a matter-of-factly, "Punish them and you can keep those babies the next time you become pregnant."

The jissouseki froze. The memory of the young man's anger at her abuse of her limited freedom was still fresh in her mind. She had been let out to play with some toys Mr. Man had bought her and was told it was alright to play for a little bit before being put back in her cage. Mr. Man had watched her for a little bit before telling her not to make trouble, as he needed to go to the bathroom. He left her alone in the living room with ball and some treats. The sounds of urine and feces, including the occasional fart brought on a surge of emotioned inside the little jissou. A large stench filled her nose as she realized just how much trouble she was going to be in. In a futile attempt to clean up her mess, she pushed the mess up into a corner, leaving a stained trail.

When the young man came back, he became furious with her and began slapping her upside the head. This action caused more pain and crap to fall out, until she let out two dozen offspring in the midst of the beating.

The man took every single on of them, put them in a box, and never brought them back. He never told her what ever happened to them. The carpeting was removed and replaced, and she was put into the terrarium until now.

She turned to face the young jissouseki, who had caught sight of her and ran forwards to meet her. With grim determination she nodded to her owner and stepped outside. Mr. Man closed the door with a smile and pulled out a video camera, heading towards the window where he had an excellent vantage point to film the oncoming cruelty.

The pregnant jissou slowly woke up after taking her out of the box.

She merely looked at me and said: "Need food~techi"

"Ahem."I frowned a bit.

"Please give food, Mr. Man~techi"

I dropped a jissou pellet. It caught the spiky green ball with a bit of difficulty, and started munching it. The ball smelled like mint, and had some candy.

And she didn't know- some steroids too.

Suddenly she stopped. It was saturated roids and stimulants with mint flavor. Her face contorted and she fell flat. With a gush of slime, larvae started exiting her belly uncontrollably, and her both eyes turned red. I picked a larva with a tweezer. It was a miserable, bloated little thing. I wanted to relieve some stress.

"I'll be back, jissou chan, for more food"

"It hurts~techi! Please give help techi!"

I assured her and got into kitchen with the larva in hand.

I had to do it. I squeezed a bit. The larva was disturbed,and squaeked "refu!hurtrefu"

I squeezed until its face became black, and finally burst, the head squashed like a tiny grape. It felt so good.




(gotta log off)

These are great. I'd like to hear more about the high-class Seki-chan.

I love the way you guys have set it up in a way that people would really react to Jissous.

More jissouseki stories will come forth from my sadistic and fluffy mind in a later time. Turkeygiving was horrible. I had a fever, became a contortionist for about six hours and my family decided they didn't like turkey meat five minutes before I could pull it out the oven, despite the fact they kept commenting they loved the smell and wanted to eat it for six hours straight.

Damn chinese picky eaters.

The burst of the larva was calming for my troubled mind after hours of grinding project work. I scooped the remains and put it in the microwave.

Back at the bathroom, I saw that the jissou gave birth to large number of larvae, all crying "refu" over and over, and that she lost weight. Reacting quickly before she would consider savaging, I tossed a nutri-pellet, famous modified nutritional stuff right out of Genelab, successor of the closed Amaterasu corp.

With a weak sound of appreciation, the jissou lifted the pellet and swallowed it rapidly. I set up a small terrarium in the living room, coated with rubber, and emptied the box there.

Time to watch them live like pig-alike stupid children.

"From now on, you are jis-chan!"

"OK Mr Man. Do you have some more food? My babies will be hungry."

I played along the kind guy, and dumped a small bag of fried tiny dumplings in the food box of the terrarium.

"How do we get food Mr Man?"

"Reach the box and feed your kids. After all, you've got to do something to reach it.I left some toys for reaching it."


(This is going to be fun. I think its children should take part too)

[good night, I'm out]

Punishments for the ruffians. Part 2 ( img.gurochan.net/g/res/73192.html )

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The jissousekis crowded around my pet, who from now on shall be referred to as 'Betty', who winced and gave them a bright fake smile. "I am Betty," she said, "Where did you come from, techi?"

The two children jumped up and down in excitement, estatic to be noticed at last. "We come from the park many streets away," piped up a jissou child loudly, "Do you have food? These plants taste bad!"

"Why yes," nodded Betty, "Wait here, there is some special juice you can drink. I will need one of you children to come and help me."

They followed my pet towards the garden shed, where she pulled out a water sprayer filled with anti-pest solution. The child looked at it with a tilt of it's head and looked up at Betty, "Is that the special drink?"

"Why yes! If you bathe in it, you will become lucky," exclaimed betty loudly, "Wait here, I must go get the food." She hurried into the shed and closed the door. I tilt the video camera downward to capture the sight of the child hurriedly trying to pull the nozzle off, to no avail. Looking around for anyone watching, without looking up at the window, it pulled the sprayer handle.

Liquid that killed insects of all kind struck out at the poor jissou, blinding it instantly and taking it's sight painfully.

"Aieeeeee!"

The shed door opened and closed, with Betty replacing the pest spray with a regular water spray as the little thing rolled around in agony, it's skin blistering heavily and eyes turned to liquefied jelly. Bullets of liquid shit began shooting out of it's ass, ignoring the already heavily stained panties and hitting the ground around it.

The others ran forward in an instant howling in shock.

"Techi! What happened?"

"Why are you rolling on the floor?"

"Where is the food, refu?"

The jissou had screamed itself hoarse as it tried to look up at it's brother's and sisters. Even I recoiled back as I saw what the pest solution had done to it. It's face had literally melted off, revealing a gaunt skull with bits of meat and skin hanging about. It vomited a gush of green red liquid, including meaty chunks. That stuff probably melted it's insides...

"What happened, refu?!"

"You got what you deserved, trying to take the water for yourself, I put a curse on this jissou for stealing food," shouted Betty shrilly, "You must be bad too, I will curse you too!"

"No, techi," begged the last jissou child, "We are not bad! Please, no!"

"Then put this miserable thieving maggot away. Its too loud."

"What do you want us to do?" Asked a timid larva.

"Kill it," replied Betty, "use these sticks and beat it to death. Or I will curse you."

They took the offered toothpicks and began poking the gurgling melting jissouseki, puncturing holes and causing fragile skin to slid off and let intestines and bladders to fall out. It didn't take long before it finally died, leaving an intense acidic smell.

"Now, baby jissou," started Betty, "You are hungry?"

"Yes! Please give us food, refu!"

"Here is water and bread," my jissou said tossing the items out to the traumatized and starving jissousekis. As soon as all the jissous had taken a drink of water or a bite of bread, she smirked and said, "Now you must eat your eldest sibling. Or you die of the food I cursed. Only I can lift the spell!"

All of them blanched. "But you said you wouldn't curse us if we ...put our sister out of her misery!" squeaked a trembling larva.

"Did I say that?"

The jissou child began to back away as the dozen of baby larva turned towards it. It soon broke into a run, only to trip and fall. Seconds later the horde fell upon it. The babies soon began to force themselves to eat their still alive sister, covering themselves in filth, blood, and organs. In a matter of minutes, all that remained of their jissou sister was a tattered pile of unrecognizable scraps of meat.

"W-we have d-d-done it," cried a larva, "Take the curse off, refu!"

"Very well," said Betty with a glance at me and my trusty video camera. She began uttering gibberish and waved her hand dramatically, "There. You will die a painful death."

"REFU?!"

They paled as she pulled out the pest spray and squeezed the trigger. More than half were drenched from the sudden attack and were soon reduced to liquid meat groaning in pain. The rest, about four were still with shock.

One she impaled with an electric wire which turned on randomly, slowly frying the little thing. It soon burst into flamed shortly after exploding from a particularly powerful shock.

Another was torched alive, with two nozzles of propane shoved up it's ass until exhaled gas. She removed them and forced it to smoke a cigarette. The smoke didn't cause it to suffocate, but when a cinder fell into it face, it was a little inferno in a second. the jissou larva died as soon as the fire left it a little more than still living burnt husks, trying to live despite the damage.

Another had the pleasure of being washed in toilet cleaner, dying in the toxic powder as it watched it's last living sibling being killed.

The last, felt the delicious torture of being covered in honey and tossed to an anthill. I need not say that the ants tore the little critter apart under ten minutes. They were still moving the body up the hill when I gave my reward to Betty.

"I get to keep my babies, Mr. Man?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod, "Our babies."

My pants were down in a second. For those who do not know how much Betty cost, it was over a thousand yen, specially bred for sex. I merely let it live in terror for a couple months. It made the waiting all the sweeter.

Before Betty knew what was going on, I was tossing her apnties away and pulling her ass down. Hard.

"Wh-what are you doing Mr," started Betty, until the full magnitude of my six inches of aching man meat hit her lungs, "-Man?!"

I fucked the poor shit's ass until it bled slime, then turned it over to access it's pussy. Her eyes were wet with tears, showing betrayal, but I felt no remorse as I began fucking it. A second later i was cumming into her left ear.

I left Betty sitting there, cum seeping out of her eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and her sexual orifices. The ants began coming for her too, but she was too brain dead to know that. I filmed her death throes as the pain receptors were still active. She died slowly and painfully.

As any jissou should.

I'm getting letters from PETA now, ever since I sold the video to some friends and porno-snuff people. They loved every second of it.

- - - - -

End.

"I'm getting letters from PETA now, ever since I sold the video to some friends and porno-snuff people. They loved every second of it."

LAWL,

Though I disliked the sex and skull-revealing part. Such things are boneless sentient piglets according to most canon drawings.

Besides, I'd rather be castrated than shagging these things. But well. It's your choice!

I am bogged down at job, so I'll be venting fury on the jissou when I can get back home. I'm glad the job doesn't block this site.

More on Enki-Chan will be brough to Gurochan /Lit/ by friday. However, there will be some crossovers for those many varied fans to enjoy tomorrow!

Can I have that jissou sorting pic again?

Seki-Chan sat quietly in her new master's lap, silently awed at the sky, of which she only glimpsed occasionally, and at the interior of the her new hand-held kennel. Her master's father had tapped the kennel several times with a stick and said something she couldn't understand and chirped brightly back at him. Then a new, and thoroughly unpleasant experience left her shaking and fearful.

The two were heading towards a fireplace, of which a green powder was thrown in, eliciting a roar of flames that turned as green as her dress. The three walked forward, unheeding of the flames. Seki squealed at her owners, trying to alert them to the danger, only for them to ignored her as they stepped into the flames. While this jissou was well-trained in holding their feces in, even in the face of danger, punishments, and the latter, the oncoming trip would leave her wetting and dirtying the entirety of the kennel.

"Potter Manor!"

The flamed roared, engulfed them and left no trace of them as they died down.

For the Potters, bound by magic, they whirled through a howling vortex of green flames and the glimpses of other fireplaces. For the terrified jissouseki, Seki might have been awed another day, but her bowels loosened as the kennel shook and trembled violently. Seki was terrified beyond her wits as the box shook once more, sending green shit and piss jumping about covering the walls, ceiling and herself. Unable to do nothing more than cry out in fear and despair, the jissou went into fetal position.

"No more techu! I will be good, no more!"

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james quickly opened the kennel, wrinkling his nose as the sudden overpowering smell of feces. "Dad," he said with a tug to his father's arm, "I think Sekis' been fightened half to death."

"Scourify," whispered his mother promptly, vanishing the green feces instantly from the kennel and the jissou's clothes, "Poor thing is fightened out of her wits, I suppose apparating might've been less tarumatizing."

"Techu~" Cried Seki as James picked her up gently and petted her head.

"Err..." Was all Mr. Potter could say as his wife sent him a glare and ushered James off into the gardens.

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"It's okay, honestly," said James, reassuring the slightly calmer Jissou, "That was flooing, we do it all the time. It gets taking used to, I was scared out of my wits when I was five. Really, its safe. No danger, nothing."

"Seki no like floo," said the jissou with a shudder, "I'm hungry James Potter. Can Seki have some food?"

"Call me James," replied the boy with a smile, "Let me set you down and I'll grab some food."

He put the little jissou gently down into the grass where it seemed to glow with awed silence at the sheer beauty of the garden. "So beautiful, desu~!"

James sat down next to Seki and handed a cracker to the jissou, who began munching on the morsel at once.

From behind the two, a pair of malicious gray eyes, pale pointed face, and long white-blond hair eyed them with a sneer.

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There goes another chapter. More will come later!

The jissou family was truly interesting. Imagine a harelipped, plump suisuiseki-alikes, with childish imaginations and retarded, half open mouths trying to settle in a tiny wooden hut and a small garden of a terrarium. I filled the tall wooden box with food pellets, and sat back and set up the cameras.

Jissou filming is illegal due to "don't ask don't tell" policy of the new Jissou laws, in order to cloak cruelty and avoid flak from PETA and similar groups. At least the religious turned a blind eye, since they totally failed to convert some of them into Christianity or Islam, with total, and messy failures as these retarded meatbags simply started shitting during baptism, pumped slimy babies into the font due to excitement and ate their young for fun, sprouted huge penises when forced to pray, thus they were declared mentally non-human.

Of course, they were declared total "haram", Islamically unclean to be eaten due to human and pig genes in their structures, and lacking bones. Oh boy, they lack a delicacy.

The first babies I coaxed via hand crawled around the leaves I left before the hut, rolling and squeaking around the tiny garden pool, as one of them drank a bit. The brainless larva tried to mouth all of the water, and fell face first into the pool. The rest started squeaking like crazy and the mother soon ran at them. The mother looked at me, seeing no response, fished the drowning larva out. That's when the 'roids kicked in. In seconds, the whole family shat blobs due to fear, while the mother looked at the weak baby struggling to breathe.

"It made you angry, right? Come on. Make it pay!"

"It...techi!Disgusting!why did it fall!"

I coaxed her literally into savaging.

Finally, her harelip twitched, squeezed the baby in her mouth, and trembling, screamed and bit its head off. The fleshy head made soft sucking noises as the jissou munched her own baby, slowly, and she lost herself and ripped the flesh to pieces, while all of the babies started shaking and shitting uncontrollably, aghast at what they saw. The enraged mother stomped on the fleshy remains, and cast it aside. I love roid rages. Next moment she will be sad and tired with that pig-look on her face. She screamed for the last time and took two babies in hand. Her plump, fleshy palms squeezed the trembling, muted piglets. Their faces bloated, and after some more force, exploded like balloons.

[more to come]

Geez, you really weren't kidding, Doc. Next time send em over to me for a look over for grammar errors.

English is not my primary language, and I have been busy and tired, so I confused some words. I got your mail address, I might send my story.

Good, still.

Could use some people to post more here! JD? Anyone?

Hello everybody. This is my first post ever on /lit/ after lurking for about a year. This is also the first and only fanfiction I will do. Enjoy. Or not. It’s entirely up to you.
--Mind of a Maggot—

Part 1: Question

I am an independent research associate with the Smithsonian Biology Department. That is all you really need to know about me. I would prefer to remain anonymous.

For the past three weeks, I have been researching a particular organism, perhaps you know about them. They're a major pestilence in parks and other public areas, break into houses like rats and causing property damage and annoy the hell out of the homeowners. That’s right, I have been conducting research into Jissouseki.

Despite being a major food source by 60% of the world, a pet to some, and an abuse item to others, our knowledge of them is painfully lacking. We are not entirely sure where they came from. Some sources say that they are the result of a genetic engineering experiment that either escaped from a lab or were “liberated” by animal rights activists. Some say that they may even be extraterrestrials. What we do know is that they are one really strange organism. Their biology is unlike anything we have ever seen before. Who knew that a small goblin-like animal could confound the entire scientific community?

My research on these small organisms is a question I have had for a while now. It has to do with a video recording of a student in Japan who was witness to the dissection of a Jissou. In the video, it shows a Jissou larva speaking around five minutes after it was born. “How can the maggots learn an entire language, including grammar and syntax, in such a short span of time?” I asked myself. I set out to find out why, and began testing hypotheses.

I began by testing how Jissou maggots respond to certain stimuli. First I had to get some Jissouseki larvae to use in my experiment. They are kind of hard to obtain, with children from a nearby elementary school crushing them underfoot before I can capture them. Damn kids.

Mind of a Maggot

Part 1 >>30

Part 2: Stress Relief

After 15 hours, fried nerves, and about $50, I returned to my lab (read: bachelor pad) with 21 Jissou maggots. I bought one extra to play around with, to calm my nerves. I took it out of the box and laid it down on the desk. It looked like a large green slug with little lobes as legs. It had a little round head with small ears. It featured the characteristic A-shaped mouth and green and red button eyes. It smiled, rolled onto its back, and said in a high squeaky voice, “Refu! Tummy soft, springy! Please rub, refu!”

I had heard this request coming from the box I had the maggots in so many times on the 40 minute commute from the Jissou Paradise to my apartment that I thought I would keep hearing the little fuckers in my head a week from now. I was going to make this little one pay for my irritation.

I first wanted to bleach its eyes so that I could watch it harm itself by bumping into stuff, crawling into things while it could not see. I turned on the reading lamp on my desk and shined it directly into the baby jissou’s eyes. It flinched, blinking and rolling back onto its stomach.

“Refu! Too Bright! Can’t see! Refu!”

It was an extremely bright lamp, you see. It could sear your retinas if you looked directly at it too long. But it had at most four seconds of exposure. Painful, yes, but not enough to blind. Or so I thought.

Assuming I had bleached its eyes, I turned the light off and watched the maggot wander about the desk, crawling forward until it ran into something headfirst, then change its course.


“Refu! It’s all white! Refu!” I could not help from laughing as it attempted to push its way through a stapler. It eventually tired and stopped trying.

“Uwaa… Mr. Man… All me see white… Refu.” It whimpered.

I rolled the tired little maggot over to see if the light had done damage. It did a lot more than what I had expected it to do. The maggot had a severe sunburn on its face. And by severe, I mean burn unit severe. It's face had broken out into blisters filled with a clear yellow fluid, and its skin had started to fall off. Its cheeks looked like raw hamburger. Its eyes were white, its corneas burnt. The little eyeballs had partially deflated, with corneal fluid leaking out of one eye where it had pressed too against the stapler, crushing its eye like a squishy grape. Looking at this little green worm, I realised that the maggots are extremely fragile. Four seconds under extremely bright light had partially cooked it. It was essentially doomed. It would not recover from these wounds. If it did not go into shock, it could die of infection. If not infection, it could asphyxiate from having a blister in its throat rupture into its lungs. Fortunately, I was not intending to save it.

I took a dissection tray out of the desk drawer and placed desk on the desk. After I had put down the tray, I placed the little Jissou in the tray, belly up.
“Ha ish his, rehu?” It asked as the burnt skin on its face began to contract and tighten as more blisters broke out. Carefully, I cut off the maggot's green bodystocking with my pocket knife. Surprisingly, the stocking protected the belly from being burned by the light.
I asked the little Jissou, “Do you want a tummy rub?” It squealed with delight.
“Yesh, Yesh, leashe! Rehu! Lub tummy, leashe!”

I cackled and I rubbed a little surprise on the maggot's belly.

“REEEEEEEEFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU! HOT! HOT! HOOOOOOTTTT! REFUUUUUUU!”
I took it that it did not appreciate my oh-so-affectionate “Soldering Iron Rubdown.” The hot iron left a blackened area on its belly with little molten specks of old solder in it. Burnt skin stuck to the iron and carbonized, sticking to the metal tip. The extra stretching in the maggot's face caused by the blisters, combined with the grimace and the stretching of its face while screaming, tore the maggot’s face apart. As the skin ripped like tissue paper, the blisters burst, covering the maggot in serous fluid and green-red blood. The maggot's lower orifice sprayed that green fluid a good six inches into the air. It came back down, splattering on the tray. Some got on my shirt, but quite bit of it splattered into the maggot's open wounds. The Jissou and my favorite shirt had paid a dear price, but it was for the best laugh I had in a long time.

After a few minutes, the maggot stopped wriggling. It looked more like raw steak than a Jissou, cooked and soaking in a mixture of excrement, blood, and serous fluid. It looked beyond pathetic. It could barely even breathe. I could tell that there was no way that it would recover from injuries that serious. It had burns on over 60% of its body, and had lost a significant amount of blood. I would have rather left it to die, but it would have filled up the tray with the disgusting fluids, which might have run off onto the desk, and in turn could have stained the carpet. Why does Jissou excrement have to stain so badly? Oh well.
I decided that for the sake of my rug, I would make its death a lot quicker. I picked it up and held in the palm of my hand.
“Refu… Wet… Cold…Sleepy… Need Sleepy time… Re--!”
I closed my fist on it, cutting it short. It made a sound like crushing a large bug in your hand, a crunch. Blood, serous fluid, excrement, and bits of flesh flowed from between my fingers. I opened my fist and saw the damage I did. I don’t really know how to describe what the maggot looked like after that, but I can say this: it did not look like a Jissou maggot, or anything in particular. Come to think of it, it looked like the last hamburger I had ordered at McDonald's.

I dropped the slimy remains into the tray and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands. Not because I’m a neat freak, but because it could stain my carpeting. After that, I took some paper towels and mopped up the mess made on the desk. I disposed of the paper towels with the dissection tray. After cleaning up the mess, I set right away to making preparations for the first experiment.

I laughed hard ! Excellent work, WitchDoctor.

Good, a messy read but.

YES! Bit by bit we are having a fiction setting!

I'm busy for a working student, and midterms are nigh!

After them I'll write some more!

Tip: Try an experiment with vocabulary and cannibalism. Try jissous eating other larvae and becoming more eloquent. Or paint jissou eyes with different colors like blue and see them sprouting babies with huge penises.

Gotta leave.

Witch Doctor, The Doctor, you are...er...men..no...scientists amongst men! =D

>>35

This is good stuff for experiments, though I do not see how any of it answers the question "How do Jissou grubs learn how to speak in five minutes?"

I will keep those suggestions in mind and proceed with the experiments at hand.

Part 1 >>30
Part 2 >>31

Part 3: Experiment 1
With my stress release over, it was time to get back to work. I placed the rig for the experiment on the desk. It’s an ugly device. Its components were a large rubber block with cardboard walls to make a sort of arena, a 8x2 metal strip in the middle, and a power supply. I took the idea from a colleague who was studying fairies, but his was far more elaborate. I literally put mine together at 4:00 o’ clock in the morning suffering a bout of insomnia.
The experiment was simple: I had some Jissou food on one side of the metal strip, and some Jissou maggots on the other side, and used a cardboard strip to keep the maggots from getting out of the device before the experiment began. The cardboard wall had a small door cut out of it to prevent the food from being the first things the grubs saw, then another strip that would open when the test began. They would have to head towards an illustration of a Jissou larva touching the dark strip and having a lightning bolt hit it. After the preparations were complete, I would then run an electric current through the metal strip. The cardboard divider would be removed, and the maggots would see the illustration, then turn to right and see the food. If they just crawled towards the food, they would receive an electric shock. The strip was meant to shock the maggots, not kill them. I used an A/C current from my wall socket to electrify the strip, as it would knock the maggots away from the strip.
The whole point of this test was to determine the intelligence of the maggot. If they could link the imagery in the sign, an electric hazard warning, to the electric current in the strip, it would show that they could link symbols to ideas. If that was so, then they could possibly learn a language by associating words with ideas and objects. I could even push the test further if this one succeeded. For example, adding signs that would suggest ways of getting across the strip to the bait. However, to avoid confusion, I had only one type of sign in the device: the one that gives the message “The metal strip will shock you, so don’t touch it.”
I started the test. The sign was in place, and I added two more for good measure. I laid down the food and cardboard strip on the maggot side of the strip. I then selected ten maggots at random. God, they are annoying. These maggots were slightly older than the maggot I killed.
“Where are we, Refu?”
“I don’t know, refu…”
“I smell food, refu.”
“Oh, hello Mr. Man, refu!”
“What is this thing, refu?”
Ugh. It’s like they are annoying no matter how old they are.
I plugged the power supply into the wall, and then lifted the cardboard door. A few of the crawled towards the sign, but some of the others milled about their little chamber. Then one of the grubs reached the sign and turned to the right.
“Refu?”
“Food, refu!”
They inched towards the bait, happy as could be, chirping annoyingly all along the way. With eager anticipation, I counted on my hand the time it would take for the lead maggot to reach the electric strip.
3…2…1…
*ZAP!* “REFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”
The first maggot touched the strip and was sent flying back into that cardboard wall, actually knocking it over. He was not hurt, just stunned and disheveled. As would anybody who just got thrown five times their body length into a wall after being electrocuted. He lay right where he landed, sitting in a puddle of his own filth, with a priceless dazed expression.
“Refu?”
“Onii-chan hit the wall, refu.”
“He smells funny, refu.”
“Onii-chan, you’re leaking, refu…”
I thought the shocked reaction of the other maggots was a sign that they were beginning to understand what the signs were warning them.
In my six year career, there are very few times that I have been wrong. I remember a few times, but they were all minor, little things. For example, the time when I got into an argument with my roommate over whose turn it was to take out the trash. As it turned out, it WAS my turn. I have never been wrong when it came to my career. If anything, I wanted to be proven wrong by a well-respected researcher, not a creature as big as my hand whose name translates into “packaged retard.” Which is why I wanted to drink myself into oblivion after what happened next.
*ZAP!*
*ZAP ZAP ZAP!*
*ZAP ZAP!*
*ZAP!*
*ZAP ZAP!*
They all touched the strip. And they all hit the wall. One of them hit the wall with enough force that I heard a little *crack* and then she soiled herself and started twitching. All of them started crying from the shock of going airborne.
Apparently, the impact of 9 Jissouseki hitting the back wall shifted the food pellets. One that was resting against the wall slowly rolled towards the strip. The maggots perked up as they saw the food pellet roll towards them. Three even inched forward to try and catch it as soon as it crossed the strip. As the dark green pellet rolled to the strip, the maggots drooled in anticipation. Their patience was not rewarded. The pellet never crossed the metal strip. It stopped in the middle of the metal strip.
“Refu?”
“It stopped, refu!”
“Now what, refu?”
I thought that they would get the message about not touching the electric strip. It was not like it was rocket science; the message was very simple. Hell, there were even three signs giving it away and they had been given a demonstration of the strip. Touch the metal strip, and you will either fly or fry.
There are very few times in my career that I have been wrong. I remember when a college professor called me on a mistake I made on a term paper. As it turns out, Thomas Edison did not write the Declaration of Independence; that was Thomas Jefferson. You know, little stuff from when I was young and stupid. Which is why my wall has a permanent impression of my forehead in it after what happened next.
All but two of the maggots started crawling towards the strip again! This time, they were slightly burnt and drooling twice as much as before. They inched along , trying to go faster to jump the strip, I guess. Again, the same result. The 8 maggots that crawled towards the strip were sent fliying into the wall again. This time, one was sent flying headfirst into the wall, crushing his head. Naturally, he turned into a miniature excrement tanker truck and sprayed green stuff on the strip. I had to switch to D/C current as I was afraid that it would fry the wiring in my building if it shorted out. I already have enough trouble with the landlord, so why would I need more?
At this point, the experiment is going very badly, if not even an outright failure. But the little maggots won’t give up. They inch forward, towards the metal strip. One of them gets on the back of its siblings and tries to jump over the strip.
He falls right into it. Only now, with the current changed from alternating to direct, he isn’t sent flying. He starts writhing on the strip, screaming, shitting, smoking, and sparking all the way. His little pink tongue stick out, writhe around, then blacken and get stuck to the strip. Then his eyes exploded like tiny red and green water balloons. Then his green body stocking caught fire. The writhing increased, but this time he was coughing from the lack of oxygen. Finally, after stinking up my apartment with the smell of burnt Jissou, the water in his body cavity finally exploded, splattering his guts everywhere.
Ever see what happens to a jissou larvae that got caught in a bug-zapper? After that experiment, I can safely say that I have. When the embers finally stopped glowing, he was reduced to charred skeleton and black ashes. Now my apartment smells like burnt Jissou. Damn, that is a smell that you never get used to and it never comes out.
Then, I heard more screaming, away from the strip. Apparently, some of our barbequed Jissou’s superheated intestines had hit another grub in the face. In a human, this would have caused severe burns.
I have got to stop assuming that what happens with normal animals happens in Jissouseki.
The screams from the gut-splattered maggot became more and more muffled as the bit of entrails fused to its face. The maggot writhed on the ground as its breathing passages were fused shut. Eventually, it ran out of air, and stopped moving. Within about thirty seconds, the surviving five maggots inched over to their sibling’s corpse. I thought that they were investigating the body in curiosity.
One of the five grabbed a leg in its mouth and ripped it off. The others dived in, ripping the corpse to shreds and splattering the surrounding area with red and green blood. To be honest, it looked like a really twisted Christmas decoration. When it was over, there was nothing left of the suffocated grub. They then did the same with the remaining corpses, except the one that was burnt on, or rather burnt into, the metal strip.
The little horde, after eating their fill on the corpses, crawled towards the maggot that first got shocked by the strip.
“Re…fu… My head…”
“Refu?”
“It speaks, refu?”
“Still hungry, refu.”
With that, they all leaped on their stunned sibling, eating him alive.
“RE-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E! Don’t eat, RE--!”
One of the attackers had torn into its chest, the maggot ripping its sibling’s heart out with its teeth.
After leaving the place looking like Christmas meets a slasher film, they paused and just stared at the food, crying pitifully realizing that they would not be able to get it. I thought that after eating the flesh of their siblings, including brain matter, that they would understand what the signs meant.
There have been very few times in my career that I have been wrong. I remember one time when I thought that a really bright lamp wouldn’t blind a AH FUCK IT.
They all crawled towards the strip, chirping merrily along the way. I have never seen any creature walk so happily towards their doom. One of the maggots stopped right in front of the strip. Then another grub climbed on its back. Then another. Then another. I saw what they were trying to do. They were trying to build a bridge to cross the strip using their own bodies. They really were intelligent!
They had almost completed the bridge to the other side of the strip when the one at the base, the one that had stopped in front of the strip, began to crawl towards the food again.
“Food, refu! REFU!”
“W-wait, refu!”
“You’ll make us go, ‘zazaza’ refu!”
“Sto-!”
BZZZZAAAAAPP!
At that moment, when it touched the metal strip, it not only fried itself, it fried its siblings as well. This time, the current actually fused the five Jissou together.
Ever see a Jissou get caught in a bugzapper? How about a necklace made out of them? After this experiment, I can say that I have seen both.
As the last embers from that twisted barbeque died down, I unplugged the power supply from the wall. With a heavy sigh, I wrote down in my notes,
Are the grubs intelligent?
Over the course of the experiment, I can safely conclude that the answer to that question is a definite "no."

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That was awesome! I wish I had the time to focus on such a thing! I just might, tomorrow.

Going home, with a new friend

- - - - -

I wasn't the only one to leave the class retching and sick, many were guys who never killed anything intentionally or never anything cute or fluffy, let alone something that could think and speak for itself. The others were girls who were shocked and traumatized by the massive display of gore. I skipped class, as many others were going, the PETA girl was talking to another person, an older man with 'PETA' emblazoned across his shirt back and front. They eyed me before going back to their conversation. I hurried to the bus stop and paused only to pull my backpack open. Gently, I pulled out the small box and found the small grub stuffing food into it's tiny mouth. Having no arms, all it could do was gather as much of the beans into it's maw and swallow.

"How is it?" I asked, "Don't worry, you'll be safe with me."

"This is good, refu! Thank you Mr. Man!" squeaked the jissou grub with obvious happiness, "Are we going somewhere?"

"I'm bringing you to my home," I replied with a nervous smile, "You will be living with me."

The jissouseki tilted it's head and peered up at me as though it had never seen anything like, which it probably didn't, "Refu? What do you mean, Mr. Man?"

The bus was rumbling in the distance now and I quickly reassured the grub by redirecting it's attention to the partially eaten bean. The bus stopped and opened it's doors. I quickly hopped in and flashed my pass. The driver nodded boredly and waved me on.

The bus's interior was empty, with no one inside. Going for the back seats, I set my pack down and took the lunchbox out again and opened it. The grub had eaten about half of the bean and was happily leaking green goo from it's anus. "Can you stop pooping that stuff," I asked, "Just hold it in until I get home and put you in your box, alright?"

"But, Mr. Man," cried the jissou grub pathetically, "I-"

"You are living with me, so you have to follow my rules," I declared softly, "You understand?"

Shaking with tears in it's eyes and still leaking, the little larvae looked absolutely adorable, but I pushed on relentlessly, "I give you food, a home, love, and you have to listen to me. Now hold it in like a good jissou. It won't be long before you are in your new home."

It stiffened and nodded reluctantly as the bus slowed. I got up, passed the driver and hurried down the street. The neighbor's cat yawned at me as I passed the fence and hurried to the door. I glared at the cat and hurried inside. The house had only one level, with four rooms: Living room, bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. I pulled the box containing the baby jissou out of my bag and placed it onto the table in the living room, hurrying into the kitchen and dug around for an old hamster cage I used to have. It had the main necessities, a small plastic animal-friendly food bowl, water-drip, and bedding.

I returned to the jissou baby, who had stopped gorging on the starchy foods inside my old lunch box, looking up at me as it said, "Can I poo now, refu?"

"Just a minute," I replied reassuringly, "I'm setting up your new home."

I modified the hamster cage, adding in a tray that would hold the jissou's green crap. I pick the grub up with two gentle fingers and set it gently into the white transparent plastic and metal cage. "This is where I will put food. Drink water from the drip," I instructed, "Sleep and play here. And you poo in this tray. Only in this tray, understand?"

The grub rushed forwards, putting it's anus over the tray and spurting out a slow trail of thick dark green slime. It sighed (Refuuuu~) and made it's way to the bedding and closed it's eyes.

I smiled and set the cage in my room, walking into my kitchen to get something to eat. The grub's little snores followed out into the hallway, even as I left.

>>39

Excellent. Most deliciously excellent! Could use some spacing, but otherwise delicious! Hopefully you can write more? Jissou grubs, children, or even see just how many babies a jissouseki can make! A Mother being shown with a red laser continiously, then her child, then the baby!

This is awesome! You guys are pretty good writers, I'm impressed!

Hey, WitchDoctor, did you write the fairy snuff that was on here a little while ago? The really elaborate experiment stuff?

Part 4: Prep for Experiment 2 and 3
a.k.a. Reproductive viability

Well, to be honest people, I’m really not in a good mood. I just had an experiment go horribly awry, my apartment and clothing smell like barbequed Jissouseki, and now my landlord has yet another reason to hate me. I can almost hear my rent going up.

Goddammit, I need to get a house, because I can’t stay this shitty apartment building and do these experiments. I swear, there’s this homeless guy named Earl who sleeps on the stairwell. He keeps looking at me funny every time I pass him. Yesterday, he did something very unusual. He sat up and said hungrily, “Yous smell like one of dem Sekiz, yer know dat?”

Now I’m on guard whenever I pass him. I’m always waiting for him to try and kill me with a plastic spork. That’s an official clue. If I ever disappear, tell the police it was Earl, because in all likelihood, it was him.

Anyway, I’m not in a good enough mood to test intelligence of Jissou. If anything, my last experiment showed that their intelligence is lacking. So I’m going to try something a lot more soothing and less frustrating: Reproductive viability. Not all that stressful, no?

The first thing I need to explain is the reproductive cycle of Jissouseki . They have a very unusual method of reproduction, that is, for a multicelluar organism. They can reproduce asexually. This is extremely unusual for anything larger than a single celled organism, which simply reproduce by budding off from the mother cell. Jissouseki are viviparous, and asexual. Their reproductive cycle begins with a Jissouseki’s green eye turning red. When both eyes are red, pregnancy begins, and a litter of baby Jissouseki are pushed out of the birth canal approximately sixty seconds later. What’s interesting is that this can be artificially induced by adding red food coloring into the eye, staining it red.

How bizarre…

Anyway, I am testing how far back into the lifecycle this unusual reproductive ability goes. I will be taking an adult Jissouseki, a child Jissouseki, and a grub and subjecting them to a number of tests. But first, I will be conducting an experiment as the exact mechanism of reproduction. How can 12 Jissou grubs, much less one, be formed in a matter of seconds?

This experiment will be particularly gruesome, so if you are all offended, please stop reading now.
Oh wait, I’m writing for Gurochan. You guys LOVE this stuff! Carry on then!

The details of the first experiment were fairly simple. I was to take a Jissouseki, and cut a window into its uterus. I then make its eyes red. I would then see a litter forming through the window. I could determine how it is formed by examining how it is attached to uterine wall. If it had an umbilical cord, then it reproduces like most placental mammals. If it actually budded out of the uterine wall, then the method of reproduction is similar to most single celled organism.

I first needed to get a Jissouseki. Thankfully, they are easier to find then the grubs, as they actually try to run away from attackers. That is good, because I couldn’t do another $50 bucks worth of Jissouseki. I had about $20 bucks for meals that week. Yeah, this job really does not pay well.

Anyway, there is small colony of Jissouseki, about 12 members, in the attic of the apartment complex where I live. I know this because while looking for grubs for the last experiment I ran across the colony in the attic. It makes sense, now looking back. The apartment did not have many rats or cockroaches, despite being about as sanitary as a gas station bathroom. Apparently, Jissouseki can out-compete the rats and even the roaches for available resources, keeping the complex (mostly) pest free. They’re so successful as a species that a few years ago, scientists put what was at one time two of the biggest pests to mankind, the German and Oriental cockroach, on the endangered species list. There is even concern that the Norwegian rat has gone extinct; it’s been two years since anybody’s seen one.

I went up to the attic to visit the colony. Sure enough, the members were still there. In fact, the colony had grown by five members in the 32 hours that had elapsed since I last saw them. All I needed was one member of the colony for now. The problem is that colonies tend to get defensive about their members. I needed a member who was small enough to grab and run, while far enough away from the main group so that the other members of the colony didn’t all pounce on me. They are very rare, but there have been Jissouseki maulings reported, and even three fatalities.

Eventually, I found one. She was a mother about the size of a teddy bear milling about with her seven offspring near the edge of the colony. I could have lured her over with food, but I was afraid that I might accidentally attract the other colony members over. If that happened, I could not simply grab the one I wanted, as the others would have attacked. I don’t want to be jumped by sixteen Jissouseki. That would have really hurt.

I finally caved and pulled a peppermint out of my pocket, unwrapped it, and put it in the palm of my hand. That got the mother’s attention. She and her children came running over, cooing and chirping merrily along the way. Surprisingly, this did not attract other colony members. Finally, when I was planning to move, my hand felt slightly heavier. I felt two stubs lift the candy off my hand. I looked around the support beam to see what it was. It was the mother.
The mother, a Jissou the size of a teddy bear, looked like a rotund, flat faced goblin wearing a green dress and a white bib. She had that characteristic A-shaped mouth and red and green eyes. She had taken the mint and was breaking it apart, giving the pieces to her children, sparing nothing for herself.
What a good mother.
“Thank you Mr. Man.” She said, looking me right in the eye.
“Thank you for giving us food, desu. It has made my children very happy, desu. ”
“There’s more where that came from.” I replied.
“Eh?”
“Follow me downstairs, and you and your children will never go hungry again.”
“T-thank you, Mr. Man! Come along, children!”
At this point I see the rest of the family. There are seven children, and three grubs. The little children look like miniatures of their mother, only they were the size of a small soda can. The grubs, well, looked

Wait a minute.

I have the mother, the children, and some grubs. All for the experiment. This is perfect. I don’t need to look around for other locations for Jissouseki. This makes my day the heck of a lot easier.

Then I felt a twinge of consciousness. This mother was so naïve, yet so caring about her children. All she wants to do is raise her children. She would gladly die so that they could live. Here I am, the big mean human, going to take this beautiful creature away from her children. And not only that, I am going to end up killing this little animal and her offspring in the most horrendous way possible. Why am I doing this, I thought to myself.

In the name of scientific progress.

Fair enough.

>>43

No, although that was pretty awesome. I wish that guy would write more.

Gods WD, you are a hero.

The rest of the larvae were piggish, just drooling at green liquid bursting from the mother's hands. Their fear was gone once they were hungry. Too bad, I hope they don't savage each other until they reach the food. I want to see if they can improvise. "An entity that can digest any biomaterial with excrement that is nutritious to anything except those with the original host's DNA", that's what I read in an anonymous research report. A true walking biomass factory with the DNA mutation of limitless biodiversity, no wonder how they bred and sustained themselves at an incredible rate even in Sahara desert or the driest African savannah.

One of the grubs bit the stub that fell out of the dead grubs from the mother's hand. Its harelipped mouth closed around the fleshy bit, and squeezed without any cracking noises. The grub was chewing the hand of its sibling, with great enjoyment, and to the drooling of many others.

Astounding, a species with the frailest, and basest bone structure surviving everywhere. As far as I read, they did only have a glass-fragile spine and skull thin as paper. The grub leaped on the mother's leg, and with finesse, started munching the remains dribbling between her hands, mucuous like flesh chewed by a toothless grub. Messy. The remains fell from the shocked mother's hands and the rest fell on them like hungry pigs. Devouring the two grubs were within minutes.

The mother was obviously frustrated by killing her babies and not letting all the energy out.

>>44

By the way, I think you are straying from the canon drawings a bit. Maybe you didn't see the earliest pics.

"This mother was so naïve, yet so caring about her children. All she wants to do is raise her children. She would gladly die so that they could live. Here I am, the big mean human, going to take this beautiful creature away from her children."

They have harelip mouths with piglike attitude and even devour their baby when there is nothing else to do. Also jissou maulings are not too logical, as when one dies, the rest shit their pants and hysterically start to cry, and they are incredibly weak and meaty.

Oh well, maybe they evolved :)) JISSOUBAMA! CHANGE! YES WE CAN!

They have zero empathy , and are insanely selfish. Jissou mothers sometimes enjoy devouring their young on sticks, choose some to be cooked and being served to others. Sometimes they just chomp one apart for the kicks.

>>48>>49

Actually there are a minority who do attack people. A few lost their genitalia from attempting to rape one particularly violent jissou.

>>50

teeheehee! really? I wish we could form a central archive. Earliest drawings are the funniest.

The former about attacking are usually enraged mothers who witness the death of her offspring.

ANd about the child jissou giving birth? Sometimes this happens: img.gurochan.net/g/src/1228605907594.jpg

Need moar jissouseki goodness, Witch Doctor!

>>48
This is true. Jissou mothers will savage their children just because they feel like it, even in an area with plentiful resources. That's why I've been studying their psychology: to try to figure out what is the cause of this erratic behavior. It happens in some cases, but not all. Otherwise the species would not survive past the first generation!



>>50
Yes, there are a few cases where somebody had his genitalia removed by a Jissou when he tried to violate. Let's just say this about the victims: they're less than half the man they were before the attack.


I think I should elaborate on my statement that there have been maulings by Jissou. A colleague of mine in Arizona dealt with such a case.

The victim was an eleven-year-old boy. He did not disclose the victim's name to me, at the request of the family. Apparently, he was tormenting a colony of them, much like the one in my apartment complex's attic. When he killed several of the children, the mothers pounced. By the time help arrived, he was covered in the little bastards. When my colleague visited the victim in the hospital, he was in ICU and the doctors did not give him much more than a 13% chance of survival.

My associate soon learned why when he saw the victim. True, Jissouseki cannot break a human bone or or chew through tendons. But they don't aim for those parts. They go for the softer parts of the body, such as the genitals, eyes, lips, and the like. They will attack what ever can fit in their mouths, such as the fingers, toes, nose, and ears. In addition, part of what made his recovery almost impossible was what they did to him after they had brought him down. Aside from destroying large parts of his face and blinding him, they defecated in his airways. His lungs were basically half-full of a mixture of fresh Jissou spoor, a few maggots, and his own blood by the time help arrived. The maggots are the source of the blood. They began chewing on the interior of the lung soon after insertion. The doctors only knew about the maggots when they noticed one of the lungs had deflated. When they opened him up to see why, they found a few maggots. According to the surgeon, they said, "Pink spongy thing taste salty refu~" They had to actually drown the boy and put him on life support just to make them stop tearing up his lungs. In addition, the deflated lung
released the mixture in his lungs into his body cavity.


Said subject died of trauma a few hours after being rushed to intensive care. Maybe it was better that way.

>>54

I say, gentlemen, the jissous are either to be tormented by caution, or just eaten. Clearly ths shows the inaptitude of the parents to protect their children. Might we say that our civilisation entered another era by letting these peculiar bags of peptone and feces into the wild?

Witch Doctor. We require more resources. Onwards to the experiments! For Science!

-Waves Super Toast around as dramatic lightning flashes-

Need moar.

If you were patient enough to stick around as I wrote this sucker, here is your reward!


Part 5: Experiment 2
After some cajoling the little Jissous and some really weird looks from my neighbors, I finally brought the family to my apartment. Upon opening the door, I lead them to my oh-so-high tech capturing device.

The only thing more complicated than my trap was a cardboard box with one end held off the ground by stick with a string attached to it. It was a medium-sized pet crate with a dinner plate of assorted foodstuffs. When they were inside the kennel, feasting on their meal, I would slam the gate shut and lock it.
I showed them the food, and I received little chirps and coos of thankfulness.

“Children, look desu!”

“F-food Techi!”

“TE!”

“It looks most delicious, techi!”

They scurried as fast as they could inside the kennel. The mother was holding back, letting her children go first into the waiting cage. The grubs were taking the longest, because of their method of locomotion. She just picked them up and carried them over to the dish. What a good mother.

I am quite shocked at the way this mother tends to her children. A good maternal instinct is not a characteristic of the species. Under normal circumstances, a mother Jissou will turn on her children often for no reason at all. They are sadistic by nature. The fact that this female has stuck around and is actively protecting and aiding her young is possibly a sign that she is a former pet, raised since birth by humans. Under human care, their erratic tendencies tend to become less pronounced, but by no means disappear. Sometimes, a domesticated female can settle down and have a litter without attacking her children whenever they turn their backs to her. It does not happen often, which is why I find this little one’s behavior so impressive.

I waited until everybody’s enjoying their meal. Then, when everybody has their backs turned, I slowly closed the gate and locked it. To let everybody know of their predicament, I did one thing loudly: release the locking mechanism when it’s in place. They all jumped at the sharp “CLANG” as the mechanism slams shut.

“Eh? What was that techi?”

“Waah… we can’t get out, techi.”

The mother looked up at me, trying to look her cutest.

“Excuse me, Mr. Man, but could you let us out, desu?”

“No.”

When I said those words, all but Mom simultaneously soiled themselves.

“W-what? Why are you doing this desu?”

I didn’t answer the question directly, but I think she got the message when I put on my “Bad jissouseki gloves” a.k.a. really thick rubber work gloves. The moment she saw me don the gloves, the jissou equivalent of a deer-in-the-headlights expression crosses her face, and she begins crying red and green tears. As expected, she soils herself, staining her white panties a color I like to call “shit-green.”

I opened the cage back up though a panel I had cut in the top and picked the mother up by the waist.

“YAH! LET ME GO DESU!”

I really did not plan that as well as I should have. I had no way of closing the cage and locking it because I was holding a panicking squirming Jissou that could defecate on my carpet at anytime. I decided to worry about prepping for the experiment first, then dealing with the children.

I placed the mother on a dissecting tray I had placed on the table nearby the cage. I laid down some newspaper and trash bag I put down the tray to keep any solids or liquids from reaching the table, a task that’s more difficult than it sounds with Jissou. Seriously, that sludge gets to places where there should be no possible way of getting there!

The tray had a few modifications. For example, I added slots in the bottom for five small dog collars. One was to restrain the neck, and the other four were to restrain the arms and legs. They’re the kind of collar you would find on a teacup Chihuahua. I had repurposed them as restraints for my little experiment. I held the Jissou down with one hand and fastened the first collar, the one around her neck. Then I heard noises behind me.

“The gate’s open, techi!

“This is our chance, techi!”

“Don’t leave us, refu!”

I looked behind me to see the children climbing as best as they could towards the panel in the top of the cage. This may be my first time handling multiple subjects this rowdy, but I certainly prepared. After the mother was well on her way to being spread eagle on the dissecting tray, I walked over to the cage and slammed the panel shut. The force knocked all of the children off the sides and back down onto the floor of the kennel. After making sure nobody died from the impact, I locked the panel and headed back to the table.

By the time I reached the operating table, I saw that the mother had tried unsuccessfully to free herself of her restraint. I knocked her off her feet and finished tieing her down onto the tray. As I got to the last restraint, she said, holding back red and green tears, “How could you do this to a cute thing like me, desu?”

I have to say this much about Jissouseki: cute is the last thing that comes to my mind when I think about them. They stink, they go to the bathroom at the slightest provocation, and they are just plain ugly, with their harelip and stubby limbs. On top of that, they are really, REALLY annoying!

Scalpel? Check. Acrylic? Check. Sutures? Check. Bottle of food coloring? Check. One female Jissou? Check.

All right, enough prep, let’s do this.

Carefully, I took the scalpel and removed the Jissou’s green dress, making sure not to nick the wearer. I don’t need her losing blood now; she’s going to need every drop for what I’m going to do next.

I held my gloved hand over her mouth to keep her quiet during the operation. One thing that Jissou can do well is scream. Really loud. I don’t think my neighbors will think too highly of me if it sounds like I’m torturing Jissou.

I placed the blade of the scalpel on the belly and slice to the right. I heard a muffled scream underneath the rubber glove. I’m refrained from cutting a window in her just yet, as those usually don’t pan out too well. They increase blood loss, can allow a hernia to occur, and make the surrounding structures weaker. I exposed the uterus and cut a window into it. Then I realized something: my plan is not going to work as planned. She had already lost quite a bit of blood and may have bled out within the next few minutes. I had to stop the bleeding without compromising the experiment.

I decided to show the Jissou some hot sodering iron love. I pressed the hot tip down gently on one corner of the acrylic window where it met the flesh. Another muffled scream underneath the glove. I carefully traced around the acrylic, being sure to manipulate the melting acrylic to form tags on the surrounding flesh to ensure that it would stay there even while the stomach expanded.

I waited for the acrylic to harden, then I applied the sutures, stitching the acrylic and flesh together. This time, there was nothing to hold the Jissou still, as I would need both hands for the sutures. I did not need a screaming, defecating, struggling Jissou while trying my best not to puncture her vital organs or risk being injured. I went on the side of caution, and held a cotton ball soaked in ether near the Jissou’s nose. Her struggling became weaker and weaker until she finally passed out. Now I could work without interruption.
The mother Jissouseki is a mess at this point. She was half-naked and stained with her own blood. Red and green tears streamed down her cheeks. She had soiled herself, part out of fear, part out of pain, to the point that her once white panties were stained shit green. She had a small acrylic window cut into her belly, revealing the inside of her uterus, a moist pink organ with a wrinkly interior that definitely looked the part of “baby factory.” The acrylic in her belly had been burnt and sewn into her with thick black string, almost wire.

I left the mother to heal for a little bit and recuperate from her little forced nap. I did some preparing for the next part of the experiment; I removed her soiled panties as they would interfere with the test. I checked up on her children. Aside from cowering in the corner and being in enough of their own excrement that they could have used it to build a small bunker for themselves, they are unhurt and all are still in the cage.
After securing the cage full of baby and child Jissou, I go to the next room to watch some TV. Mainly, I just want to get away from the smell of burnt Jissou, scorched acrylic, and Jissou excrement. This is why I kept a window in the next room ajar slightly: so that I did not suffocate on the fumes. Seriously, I need to find a new place that hasn’t blacklisted me yet. My rent is costing me an arm and a leg just to pay every month.
Three hours later, during a commercial break, I hear a commotion in the next room. Apparently, somebody’s woken up with the worst belly ache ever. I turn of the Tele and walk into the room with the Jissou. Sure enough, the mother has awoken. Thank goodness she did not die of her injuries just yet. I knew that it would be important for the experiment, so I grabbed a really large bowl out of the kitchen area and brought it with me into the room where I held the mother and children Jissou.

“W-w-w-what is this desu?” She then saw me enter the room.

“Why are you doing this to me, desu? I didn’t do anything to you, desu! Mr. Man is a big jerk, desu!”

I was a little surprised at her response. I imprisoned her and her children, strapped her to a table, cut open her belly and sealed the wounds with a soldering iron, and the best thing she had to say about me was that I was a jerk? If somebody had done something like that to me, I would have a little more choice words than just “jerk.”

Finally, after about 12 hours or more of preparation, the experiment was ready to begin. I picked up the little bottle of red food coloring and held it above the mother Jissou’s green left eye.

“W-w-Wait, please wait, Mr. Man! I’ll get pregnant! No, wait, STOP!”

I squeezed lightly on the bottle, releasing one small red drop that landed directly into her eye. All right, now let the observations begin.

Almost immediately, I see polyps develop on the uterine wall. Within seconds, the first polyps break off, becoming small freefloating cysts filled with a pale green fluid within the uterus. Within about 10 seconds, the cysts stop budding off the wall of the uterus. By this time, there are by my estimation about 24 such cysts inside the Jissou. I noticed that a crystal had started to develop inside each of the cysts, and that organic material was starting to grow around it. Within about a minute or two, the shapes around the crystals became more defined, to becoming the small infants we call maggots.

The prenatal maggot is even more bizarre than when it is fully developed. To be honest, they look more like fish larvae than baby Jissou. While still in-utero, the eyes are pitch black, as they have not developed many of the more complex structures in the eye that would account for the red and green coloration. The maggot’s harelip is distinct, even at this early stage. Their ears are still budding out of their heads. Their frail skeleton shows through their translucent skin. The little tuft of hair that grows out of the maggot’s head is just starting to grow. Possibly the most interesting aspect of this stage is the clothing. The green one piece clothing starts to form about two minutes after conception. It starts growing out of the maggot’s skin, making it appear as though it has armor plating made out of green cloth growing out of its scalp, back, and tail. If we could determine the exact method by which these fibers are created, we would no longer need cotton, linen, or any other resource hungry crop to make clothing; we could grow the fabric itself!

Within about three minutes, the larvae as we know them begin to appear. The little tuft of brown hair is fully grown in, and the face has been fully fleshed out. The eyes have developed eyelids that close, and he clothing is fully developed and separated from the skin. At around this time, the walls between the cysts broke down, allowing the larvae to rub against one another. At this point, all that is needed is for the babies to develop fat to keep them warm and sustain them as soon as they’re separated from the mother.

Two minutes pass, and labor contractions began. A trickle of a foul smelling green liquid came out of the mother’s birth canal. The mother’s breathing changed from incoherent babbling from disbelief to grunting. At this point in gestation, the larvae sense that birth is near. Through the acrylic, I could see that they had first started twitching, then more coordinated movements, then all out swimming around the mother’s uterus. The mother had several contractions when I placed the bowl below her. From the green slime oozing out at the edges of my acrylic window, I could tell that the stitches and attachments were not going to hold much longer. Finally, the big push.

With that one strong contraction, the stitches around the acrylic failed, popping the window out of place, sending the maggots into the bowl all at once. The next thing that followed were the mother’s intestines and other organs. The mother was pretty much done for at this point. Not that it mattered; her involvement in the experiment was over.

I turned my attention turned away from the dying mother and towards her newly born maggots. They were swimming frantically in a bowl with the green slime that came out of the mother with them. The smell of newborn Jissou mixed in with the other horrendous smells in the air. The outside ambiance was drowned out by the squealing of 24 freshly born grubs and the crying of the children in the cage. Before I could continue the experiment, I had to decide what to do with the grubs. This matter had to be resolved right then, because if left alone for too long, the grubs would start trying to kill each other.
Fuck it, I thought. Let the best grub win. With that, I proceeded to the next part of the experiment.

The next part of the experiment was a little less complicated. I would see if the red eye dropper of food coloring would have a similar effect in a smaller Jissou. The first thing I needed to do was dispose of the mother’s corpse without staining the carpet. I brought a trash can from the kitchen and held the tray over it. The mother was definitely dead at this point; any semblance of life was death throes. I unfastened the straps one by one. When the last strap was free, the mother fell in the trash can, landing with a plop among the other rubbish.

Now for part 2 of the experiment.

I went back over to the cage. The children and grubs inside were cowering in the corner of the cage. I had become a god of destruction in their limited minds. I opened the top cage and everybody inside just scattered. I reached inside and grabbed a terrified child Jissou.

“No, no, no, techi! Please leave me alone Mr. Man techi!”

Ignoring her pleas, I took her to the table and strapped her down to the freshly vacated tray. After securing the next subject, I walked back to the cage and locked it.

As with the mother, I added a drop of red food coloring to the child jissou’s green eye, staining it red. Much to my surprise, the child Jissou’s stomach began to churn much like the mother’s did.

“Te…Te…Te… It hurts… Techi…. Somebody… help…me…tech-”
The child coughed violently as the expanding underdeveloped uterus began to put pressure on the vital organs, like the lungs and heart. Within about a minute, something in her stomach gave way, and red-green blood poured out of her mouth along with bits of innards. She screamed, but she made no sound. Apparently, her uterus ruptured. Even so, her belly continued to expand, until…

POP!

Ever see the movie Alien? Remember that scene where the alien bursts out of that guy’s chest? Now imaging the infant was nearly as big as the host. That’s exactly what happened to the Jissou: One fully developed grub burst out of her stomach. I dropped the newly born grub into the bowl with the rest. Needless to say, the damage was too great to save the underage mother. She went in the trash with her mother.

Then I got a very weird idea. “What if I tried this with the maggots?”
What would follow would be one of the funniest things I have ever seen in my life.

I unscrewed the cap and dumped it into the green slime. Suddenly, all the maggots, formerly crawling over each other, gumming, biting, excreting, squealing, suddenly froze.

“Refu?...REFUREFUREFUREFUREFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!”

All of them had their tongues sticking out and were churning like the last two Jissouseki.

One thought passed through my mind.


“Oh shit.”



I ran back to the kitchen to grab some saran wrap and a rubber band. I wrapped the bowl’s rim with the plastic sheet, then secured it with the rubber band. Not a moment too soon.


I saw the bowl shake as one of the grubs exploded. It didn’t go off with a squish, or even a pop. It went off with a small BOOM! Then another. Then another. Then another! By the time the tenth grub exploded, the miniature slimly hand grenades had moved the bowl a full 4 inches from its starting position and had splattered the saran with various organic debris. Some blasts almost sent the bowl airborne.

I waited a full ten minutes after the last one had popped. To get a better look at the carnage, I removed the saran wrap. The bowl was half full with a greenish goop with the occasional red or green eyeball here and there. It smelled horrible. I almost contributed to the organic sludge, but I managed to keep my lunch down. I replaced the saran wrap and went back to the kitchen with it. I placed the bowl and its contents at the bottom of the fridge. With further processing, it could be a very nutritious meal for the surviving Jissou in the cage.

After I had cleaned up and the Jissou in the cage had cried themselves to sleep, I added something to my notes.

"The experiment was a success. I know now that the Jissou do not use the method of reproduction that placental mammals use. They bud off the uterine wall and then form inside independent cysts. On top of this, they reproduce so quickly because they are sexually mature from the moment they are born and have large litter sizes.

Now, at the end of the day, I am exhausted. I have had a productive day, and am now heading for bed. I feel like I can continue my psychology research in the morning."

Seriously, I know I'm not supposed to feel bad for the little fucks, but jeeze. Sometimes on the other jissou thread, they draw them very cutely, and I just lose my rage towards them. Then I see the next picture and get it back.

However, the ones that are intelligent enough to take care of their children... that makes me sad to see them die. Sometimes they can seem sweet. In the same way that rats do, I suppose.

That was incredible, Witch Doctor. I applaud your sense of scientific progress!

"oh, but aren't you the cutest little thing? Come here! Thaaaaat's it. What do you say if I take you home? Yes? You'll see how fun it will be!"

***

"Here we are! Is nice, isn't it? Let me see what I have over here. You like milk? I'm so glad that you like milk! Awww... this box is empty. Let's open a new one, what do you say? Ok, here are the scissors. There we go. How do you like it now? Don't worry, I'll give you your milk soon enough. All we have to do is boil it. Here, let me get a pot. See how fast it fills with water? Ooooh, I have the best idea EVER! How about a nice hot bath? Let me put this on the stove. Up we go! You are a lot lighter than when I picked you up, aren't you? Haha, look at the mess you left. You enjoy your hot bath while I pick this up, ok? You don't want to make mother angry, don't you little thing? What is it you say? The water is too hot?

Don't worry. It will only last a second."

>>61 Needs more diolouge. Description. And Jissousekis.

Otherwise a short and sweetly imaginative contribution. Cheers.

>>62

Thanks. I was aiming for the "imagination" deal. Seems I'm gonna have to try harder. ^^

Was >>64. Old Withcdoctor's an idiot and forgot that spacing is important.

Part 1: >>30
Part 2: >>31
Part 3: >>39
Part 4: >>44
Part 5: >>58


Part 6: Grub Psychology Experiment 2. (Experiment 3)

After my little diversion, I am back to testing the Jissou larvae. If you recall, I have 13 larave and 7 children left over from previous experiments, so I do not have to go out and gather materials for my experiments for the time being. That’s good because it means I don’t have to deal with that twinge of conscience or drop $50 bucks for 20 grubs for a while. Hey, the less money I spend on these experiments, the more I get to eat.

Jissouseki grubs are not intelligent cognitively speaking; I confirmed that in the first experiment. However, I have a different hypothesis to account for the fact that they can learn to speak so quickly after birth. I’m thinking that they have a highly developed language center in their brains. I will test this hypothesis on a few grubs. The first step is to test the language learning skills of the grubs. I need a new born grub for this part. I don’t have a newborn… not yet anyway. The previous experiment showed me that I could get a child Jissou to give birth to a grub. Before I do that, however, I need to secure the next bit of material: foreign language lessons off the Internet.

Yes, stuff like audio and video lessons of German, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Chinese, Japanese, and the like. Why? The experiment hinges on the language processing centers. If a grub can learn multiple languages, then it would definitely show how developed and active that part of the brain is.

The next part of the experiment would need a little extra help that I secured earlier. About three days prior to the experiment, I managed to convince the local veterinarian to let me use his MRI machine. An MRI scan of the grub’s head would reveal how much of their little brains were active during conversation.

Yeah, I chose a pretty boring, old-school scientific approach to an experiment. However, I want to test one more variable in this experiment. In the first experiment, I concluded that the grubs were not able to understand symbols, a very basic component of human writing. I’m going to give my polyglot grub a dose of steroids and Jissou brain tissue directly into his brain. As I have seen previously, Jissouseki take skin grafts very well, and can even absorb the brain tissue of one of their own kind almost instantly. Basically, I will see if a mega dose of brain tissue would have impacted the first experiment by repeating it with a “boosted” grub and three normal grubs. Now things get interesting.

Okay, time to make a polyglot. I started with a child Jissou.

“Teeeeeee…”

This time around, I wanted to see if red light could stimulate the birthing process. Damn, three experiments in one! I’m on a roll today! I took out my trusty laser pointer and shined it into the Jissou’s eye.

“AAH! I CAN’T SEE, TECHI! Eh… I feel funny…. URK--!”

The baby exited like last time, chestburster style. Hypothesis confirmed; red light does stimulate the birthing process in Jissouseki. I guess my next test should be if holding something red over the eye will start the process. But that will be for another day. No sense of wasting a Jissou for a spur of the moment thing when I could use it later.

I waited for the baby to speak English before I did anything else. The languages I got were for native English speakers trying to learn other languages; it would make little sense to try to teach my little grub other languages if he didn’t even know English.

Finally, after about two minutes of waiting I got one reply: “Refu?” Not exactly what I was expecting. Maybe I had to talk first.

“Hello?”

“Hi, refu!”

“Oh, so now you can say something other than ‘refu?’”

A brief pause.

“Tummy soft and springy, please rub, refu!”

He’s ready.

I placed him in a modified terrarium. I had placed soft padding at the bottom of the tank. I placed a small dish of food and water, and a small empty bowl for a toilet. There was also a small metal platform that would activate when a maggot crawled on it. I added earbud speakers, which I got from an old Ipod, and a small screen, which I got from a handheld TV. When he would crawl onto the pad, it would start the lessons. The speakers and screen were hooked up to a custom circuit board that was in turn hooked up to my computer.

As the maggot gazed in awe at his new home, I said, “Do NOT go poo on the padding, understand? Go to the bathroom in that dish in the corner. Understand me?”

“OK, refu!”

I pointed at the two dishes next to the screen. “Here is some food and water.”

“Thank you refu!”

I waited until he crawled over the pad. Like in my tests, the system worked perfectly. The first lesson, German 101, started up.

“Guten tag!”

“Refu?”

“Hello. I am Hans, and I’m here to teach you German 101.”

“German, refu?”

I didn’t pick up much more than that. I put a screen lid on the terrarium and secured it with elastic. I knew it was not enough to keep a potential escaped Jissouseki child out for long, but I comforted myself that if any harm came to the baby, I would show whoever hurt it that there are things worse than death, and I would show him or her every single one. This is because I want to teach my little Jissous or anybody else in my apartment an important lesson: DON’T FUCK WITH MY EXPERIMENTS.

I left the room after making sure that everything was secure. I was a little concerned that the landlord might come in and kill all my Jissouseki, including the one being experimented on, so I decided to stay at home for the duration of the experiment.

Seriously, to say my landlord is an asshole is the understatement of the century. I know he would do it too. There is no official no-pet policy in my apartment building; in fact, you are allowed to have a pet in my apartment. It is generally understood, however, that the landlord does not, and he does not fuck around at forcing his will on the tenants. At one time in my apartment building, there was this old woman who had this orange tabby cat, named Furball, with her. She was a nice woman, and that cat was affectionate to everybody it met. She loved Furball; he was the only company she had in this world.

One day, she went out to get groceries, and she left the Furball at home, like any normal person would. When she got back, there was a note on the door.

“No pets, old hag.”

She walked inside to find her beloved Furball hanging from a noose hung from the ceiling, swinging back and forth. Her cat’s murder crushed her; about a month later, she died of a broken heart.

I don’t have such devotion to these Jissouseki, so I would not be that affected if he killed them. The problem is that he would be interfering with my job. I’m pretty serious about this research job, and I do these experiments for the sake of scientific progress. If he were to kill the Jissou in my apartment, he would be interfering with that progress and my work. I have worked very hard to get and to keep this job, as little as it pays, and if he came in here and destroyed my experiments, I would gladly string the bastard up like poor Furball.

Anyway, the lessons were on a playlist for about 12 hours, which meant I had about 12 hours to piss away. Internet? No, the experiment is using the computer. Go out and do something fun? No, landlord’s a psychopath. Seriously, I have to move to a new place, between poor Furball and the ever-climbing rent. TV? Nothing on except soap operas. Sometimes I watch that stuff just so I can MST3K it until it’s actually entertaining. Get piss drunk? No, don’t have beer. Watch a movie? No, don’t have movies. Sleep? No, landlord’s a psychopath.

…

This is going to be a long twelve hours.

A german speaking Jissou? Interesting Experiment! Also, for the record, occasionally, a child jissou will give birth in the same manner as the mother, except in much smaller grubs.

I had a midterm bonanza and I am proud that people have excellent flair for literature. I'll write one story after I'm done with job and exams.

Plus, Greece is raising hell for one dead kid and bashing police brutality. These Greeks have iron balls.

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Part 2: >>31
Part 3: >>39
Part 4: >>44
Part 5: >>58
Part 6: >>65


Part 7: Experiment 3 (continued)
Finally, after 12 hours of waiting (read: MST3King Soap Operas and then Primetime television, then falling asleep on the couch), I thought it was time to check up on my experiment.
I entered the room, and, much to my relief, the terrarium had not been disturbed, or the cage with the other Jissouseki. As I approached the glass tank, I heard a high pitched voice squeal a greeting of some kind.

“Refu! Guten Abend, Herr Mann!”

It said something else in what was I guess German (I don’t know if it was German because I don’t know German). I could catch words here and there, but they were all words that sounded similar to English and I did not understand what he was saying in terms of the sentence.

That playlist had the languages in this order: German, Intermediate German, Advanced German, and Conversational German. In other words, it had taken in one sitting what would have made the average human’s head explode if he were to do the same. And he caught it all and could speak it fluently. On top of this, he learned advanced English grammar and the entire German language AT THE SAME TIME.

Wow. Just wow.

I can think of one way that this ability to learn languages so quickly could be advantageous. One reason is that they can beg for food where ever they are. Th other would be so that they can talk to peoples of all races, creeds, and nationalities and annoy the shit out of them.

I guess I have something to take to the vet for the MRI then. The results of the experiment showed that it can learn to speak more than two languages and use them interchangeably. The results point to a highly developed language processing center in the Jissoseki brain. It can learn a language at a rate that is considered superhuman. I guess I’ll have to wait for the scan tomorrow morning.

"One reason is that they can beg for food where ever they are. Th other would be so that they can talk to peoples of all races, creeds, and nationalities and annoy the shit out of them. "

I hatte ein bisschen erwartet, dass einige von uns Deutsche waren! Haha!

>>70

You are a god amongst men.

Sleep well, little Jissou!

This was inspired by a comic strip that I saw and liked in one of the earlier Jissouseki threads.

A couple of weeks back, I found myself at a bit of a loose end. It was coming up to year end at the company where I worked and I’d been informed that I had a few days holiday still outstanding. At my company the policy with holiday is ‘use it or lose it’; they don’t let you carry days over to the next year.

Faced with several days of unanticipated holiday, I did what I normally do in these situations – I hung round my apartment, watching TV and drinking too much. After a couple of days of this, I finally decided to leave the apartment and get some fresh air. I strolled around town for an hour, feeling hungover and generally irritated with life. I avoided the town centre, not being in the mood for crowds and eventually ended up in one of the town parks.

Sitting on a park bench, I began to feel a little better. Then I became aware of sound and movement on the ground close by the bench. I glanced round, expecting to see a squirrel or a pigeon scavenging among the litter for food. Instead, looking back up at me was a small, dumpy creature with mismatched eyes and a half-witted expression that immediately and irrationally made my hackles start to rise again. I was looking at a young Jissouseki.

Jissouseki are very odd little animals. Their biological oddities aside, they have a strange and powerful urge for human love and affection that scientists have never been able to explain. Rather less hard to explain are the human responses to this which tend to range from annoyance through to bloody murder. Jissouseki are just incredibly infuriating creatures. Their helplessness, incompetence and awful squeaking little voices transform the most mild-mannered people into raging sadists. I once saw a (normally shy and gentle) girl that I know kick a Jissouseki that had stumbled across her path so hard that the little cretin literally disintegrated in mid-air. I asked her later on why she’d behaved like that. “I don’t know”, she replied, rather embarrassed now, “Those Jissouseki just seem to bring out the worst in people.”

I turned my attention back to the Jissouseki and realised that it was attempting to communicate with me. (It’s high-pitched, needy voice had about the same effect on my hangover as fingernails down a blackboard.) “Mr Man! Mr Man! Me hungry, desu! Do you have food for me, desu?” Its gormless little face was turned up to me, wearing a pleading expression that it probably thought was melting my heart as it spoke. “So hungry, desu!”

Before I had time to analyse what I was doing, I found myself kneeling on the ground and carefully reaching a hand out to the Jissouseki. To my faint surprise, I found that the creature was only too happy to be picked up and handled. “Oh! The nice human is taking me home, desu!” it squeaked. I carefully slipped it into my jacket pocket and set out towards home. As I walked I would occasionally give the jissouseki a reassuring pat on the head, eliciting a little squeak of pleasure each time.

Back at my apartment, I set the jissouseki down on my kitchen table. The little creature peered around eagerly at what it supposed to be its new home, while I began to gather the equipment needed for what I had in mind. A screwdriver, a drinking straw, a garden trowel and an empty pickle jar. I set them down on the kitchen table too, the little jissouseki regarding them with interest. “What are those things for, Mr Man?” it squeaked.

I didn’t answer it. I laid the pickle jar lid flat on the table and, holding it steady with one hand, punched a hole in it with the screwdriver. The loud bang caused the jissou to visibly jump and let out a squeal of shock. It hadn’t soiled itself yet, although I was sure that it would do very shortly.

“That was scary, Mr M-“ I cut the jissouseki off in mid-complaint by picking it up and smoothly dropping it into the pickle jar. It fitted nicely, in much the same as a human would in a phone booth. The Jissouseki was confused and nervous now but didn’t start panicking seriously until I put the lid back on the jar, screwing it tightly shut.

“Trapped! Trapped! Don’t like this game! Stop it desu!” The jissouseki was beating it’s stubby arms frantically against the glass walls imprisoning it, tears streaming down it’s cheeks. It was far too weak to break the glass of course, and as for the lid, forget it. I picked the jar up, along with the trowel and straw and headed outside again.

I don’t have much of a garden, just a small patch of lawn which I mow whenever I remember to. It was quite sufficient for my current needs though. I set the jar down on the lawn, along with it’s whimpering occupant and began to dig into the ground with the trowel. In just a couple of minutes, I had a hole wide and deep enough to hold the pickle jar, which I promptly placed in there.

I began filling the hole back up with soil, carefully packing it around the jar. With the jar almost covered I stopped to listen for a moment. The jissouseki was now just repeating one word over and over: “Dark! Dark! Dark!” I inserted the drinking straw into the hole in the lid that I’d made earlier and piled the rest of the soil over the jar.

I sat back and admired my handiwork. The straw would ensure that the jissouseki would have a steady air supply for as long as it lived. (I could see the straw twitching noticeably; the jissouseki must have been thrashing around in a blind panic down there.) I wondered how long it would take the creature to starve, a week maybe? Assuming it didn’t drown in its own shit first. After having seen the frequency with which jissouseki defecate, that was a distinct possibility.

Either way, I’d managed to kill a couple of hours and, I now noticed, my hangover had gone too! Now that was definitely worth a celebratory drink. I stood to go and said my farewells to my briefly owned new pet: “Sleep well, little jissou!”

whohahahahaha! That was sadistic and lovely!

>>68

Mr. Beckham's Problem...Solved!

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Today had been bad week. Ever since the showing of jissouseki, the subsequent dissection of them, and the sudden appearance of one of his students turning spy for the damn PETA, he had been getting death threats, flak, and things thrown at him and his car.

It was of no doubt the work of those goddamned PETA people. Currently residing in a place that most staff, save the janitors, and students, save those of sadistic natures, dare not enter. His office was larger than most, and was filled with a number of animals, all smaller in number compared to the little critters that made Beckham's sudden spotlight to the PETA suddenly all too real.

There was a terrarium full of child jissous anxiously taking care of their tinier or maggot-like siblings, munching on leaves and bits of dried fruits. A few larger and fully mature jissousekis sat, asleep in their separate kennels. One mature jissou mother had cried herself to sleep, her belly completely transparent, showing a clear view of her insides. To the untrained eye, these common pests were well-fed and comfortable. Another perspective said otherwise. The jissous that were awake watched the slumbering figure in his desk with frightened eyes, occasionally gulping in fear or futilely reassure themselves.

To the back of the room was a number of corpses, some weeks old and moldy in their trays, other still alive or barely. All were mutilated and obviously painfully.

-Brrrri!-Brrrri!-Brrrri!-

The man woke with a start as his cell phone went off. The various animals made their views known on the sudden beeping noise. Quite a few jissous nearly shat themselves, if not thanks for well practiced methods borne of fear to prevent an angry teacher to rage at and on them for shitting so much.

Beckham grumbled and put the cell to his ear mutter thickly, "Ello?"

"Hey Beckham? Sorry to hear about your run in with the PETA people," said Doctor Zinzi, "But I've got a way for you to get rid of the flak, and make you look good."

The teacher straightened up, to the horror of the various red and green eyes, but he did not make any movement towards them. "How? I can't be seen getting rid of the damn Jissous, otherwise the PETA will have my head," growled Beckham, "How?"

"One of my associates from the Smithsonian Biology Department asked to use one of my MRI scanners, apparenlty hes been working figuring out the maggot's cognitive powers," said Zinzi, "Hes coming by later tomorrow. Just drop the jissous off at my place and I'll see if he wants them."

"Excellent!"

"Glad to be of some help Beckham. Zinzi out."

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After some harrowing experiences, Beckham managed to get the jissousekis and their respective cages into his van. Two terrariums, with above two dozen jissous, both child and maggots, and three kennels of mature mothers, including the transparent belly one. There were two more kennels, both having dog-sized jissou grubs. One of them had a blue eye and a seven inch cock. All were knocked out by some sleeping gas, and should be quiet for the next twenty-four hours. Then again, they were always quiet when they saw him...

Beckham drove to the veterinarian's hospital to drop off the cargo, leaving a single letter for the prospective owner and scientist:

'Dear sir,

I am Jonathan Beckham, a biology teacher of the Smithenson's University of the Highly Gifted. I have recently gotten into an unfortunate confrontation with a number of animal extremists about my use of dissecting Jissousekis, amongst other things. Within these terraniums are approximately fifty jissous, many of them children and , almost in equal number, grubs. Three kennels hold mothers, including one mother who has been operated on using my own formulated technique to give her a transparent belly. The final two kennels contain jissou larvaes slightly smaller than a Dutch Terrier. One of them is a byproduct of an experiment using a variety of colored laser-lights.

Enclosed with and in this letter is at least four hundred dollars to help with your research as I can no longer do my own, including my own research notes on their reproduction capabilities. With this letter are some cheap feed, mainly grains and dried fruit for the jissousekis.

In the name of science, Dr Jona Beckham.'

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END

I've just been introduced to these Jissousekis, and I've never been more horrified and fascinated in my life.

Keep up the good writing -- I'm surprised at the quality of it, quite frankly.

It is time:

BUMP

Part 8: Experiment 3c

Well, I know it has been way longer than a day since I posted the story about the amazing German speaking Jissouseki.

My findings on my little Jissou just came back. I’ll spare you the details of my [sarcasm] amazing, death defying [/sarcasm] car ride with the little Jissous maggots in their terrarium, in which nothing of major significance happened. To keep him safe from the cannibalistic tendencies of the other maggots, I kept my little savant in a small insect cage up in the front seat.

On the way there, I heard the little maggot say, "Re fu-u-u-u! I don't feel very good refu!" I slowed down the rest of the way. Apparently, even Jissou get motion sickness.

When I brought my cargo to vet, same story. Nothing major happened. No dog or cat attacks, no dropped savant maggots, nothing. Everything went according to plan. I got in, nobody gave me any funny looks, and the good doctor lead me directly to where he kept his MRI scanners, all two of them. He didn’t have any appointments that day, so I was free to use one of them for as long as I needed. If somebody came in with their pet and it was an emergency, however, I would have to abort any scans I had going, nevermind the data that was being collected.

After setting the MRI to the highest resolution possible and adjusting some other settings to do a brain scan, I was ready to start the experiment.

I first had to convince the savant maggot to get on the plastic tray and stay still during the scan. Drugs would affect the outcome, and was afraid that any action to render it immobile might end up killing the grub, and I needed him alive for this experiment. This was going to be tricky. As
I approached the terrarium, the little grub chirped anxiously.

“What is going on refu? What is that refu?”

I replied, “I need you to do me a favor. When I place you into that big machine, I want you to remain perfectly still, okay? I don’t care how loud it is or how scared you are. If you do what I ask, then they’ll be something good in it for you. Let’s say… two colaciones and a nice belly rub?”

Colaciones (I guess its Spanish) is a hard candy with a bumpy surface. It’s the best way to a Jissou’s heart. I don’t know why, but they love these candies. You can offer them other hard candies, like butter scotch and peppermints, and this stuff, and seven out of ten times, they picked the colaciones over other hard candies. Could it be something in the dye or is it the surface texture? Whatever. Either way, for a grub about the size of my thumb, one of these hard candies is a treat, two of them is feast, and throw in a belly rub and it’s a ticket to paradise.

The grub’s eyes got really big, and drool began oozing out of its mouth. “Really refu? You mean it refu?”

“Yes. I really mean it.”

The moment I said that, a small stream of green slime leaked out of its anus.

“Tettere! I’ll be good refu!”

“Please do. Okay, little one, just calm down and be a good Jissou.”

I placed him on a small plastic tray and sent it into the MRI. I asked a few questions to it in English and German after about ten scans of it at rest.

I made about thirty scans of the Jissouseki’s brain at rest, when speaking English, and when speaking German. In the at rest scans, not very much activity in the brain was detected. When speaking a language, however, a fairly large part of the left parietal lobe of the little maggot’s brain lit up. The scans showed that some 30% of a Jissouseki’s cerebral cortex is dedicated to speech processing. That number may not sound like much, but this proves my hypothesis that they do have a large part of the brain dedicated to speech. It also shows why Jissouseki have constant accidents; the left parietal lobe has a center that is responsible for hand-eye coordination. In Jissou, the area is not as developed as in a human, so they tend to be clumsy by comparison.

In addition, I found an anomaly that I had seen in various dissections of Jissouseki. Inside each Jissou, there is a small shard of a translucent green crystal. I’ve heard some people refer to it as a “fake stone.” It serves no known biological function; all we know is that if it is shattered outside the body of its owner, the Jissou dies violently. With a little more detail, the Jissou’s internal organs and central nervous system burst, killing it instantly. That crystal showed up on one scan around the maggot’s midsection. I had the wrong settings for the scan, but it showed that the crystal is indeed part of a Jissou’s anatomy.

However, one set of data was not going to cut it. If I sent my findings to peer review, my colleagues would rip me a new one.

I needed several more samples, as well as a control. Otherwise,

I might as well be cleaning my toes with a toothbrush.

I brought the savant Jissou out of the MRI. The moment it saw my face, it drooled profusely and even more green slime leaked out the orifice at the base of its tail.

“Now refu? Can I have my reward now refu?”

“Which do you want first, the candy or a belly rub?”

Those words wiped the giddy expression off its face and replaced it with the wrinkled face of contemplation. Finally, it rolled on its back and answered with a smile on its face,

“Please rub, refu!”

I extended my index finger and rubbed gently up and down its soft green belly, careful not to press too hard on its frail body. The clothing they wear is so strange. Their clothing is not skin but cloth, but it’s finer than anything we could manufacture with a machine. It feels soft and silky, like rabbit fur. As the maggot received its rubdown, it began panting, its small triangular tongue licking at the air. The trickle of green slime turned into a small geyser.

“Feels really good, refu…”

When it looked like it had had enough, I stopped rubbing it. As I removed my hand, the maggot looked up at me with a look I had never seen before in a Jissou: complete adoration.

The expression of love and gratitude is very rare, almost nonexistent, within Jissouseki. Mainly, it has to do with their nature. They’re selfish, hedonistic, greedy, voracious, slime producing pigs that happen to walk on two stubby legs. This one might be one of the smart ones; one of the very few Jissou who actually realize that making an active effort not to piss off one of the giant pink things might prolong its lifespan for at least a few minutes. This personality is fairly rare because they are usually killed before they leave the larval stage in the wild. You might find one in a pet store, but expect to pay out at least $3,000 for its company. If my hypothesis is correct, and its expression is not one just one of happiness that was interpreted to be gratitude, I might want to keep this one as a pet.

As the maggot rolled back onto its belly, I pulled the promised candies out of my pocket, and laid two pieces in his cage. I then carefully placed him inside with the candies. I don’t think I’m going to use him as stress relief just yet. I put about 12 hours of German into his little head, so I feel that it would be such a waste to kill him now. Who knows? Maybe he’s one of the good ones.

I think this one has me wrapped around its little undeveloped finger. I only have to think of a name for it.

More experiments to run. I had better think about that later.

When it finished its sweet treats, it crawled over to one corner of the cage and took a nap. Its little tongue hung out as its snored away. I could understand why he wanted to sleep; he had to work off that little potbelly from eating those two candies. I quietly moved the cage out of my work area so anything else I did didn’t accidentally wake it up. Sleep tight, little guy.

Now for the control. I looked into the terrarium with the maggots I brought with me. They were eating, sleeping, shitting themselves, trying to gum each other, basically the things all Jissou maggots do. It would be harder to get these guys’ attention amongst the ambience and the maggot’s own noises, so I would have to do it the same way as with the savant: one by one.

I lifted a fat grub out of the terrarium and set him down on the table. “All right, little one, I need you to do a favor for me. I need you to—“ I stopped when I saw the maggot wasn’t even paying attention. It was too focused on my pack of Tic Tacs which he had left near the table. I had to be more firm. I placed my hand in front of it to keep it from seeing the box, yet it still pressed against my hand.

“Hungry refu!”

That is when I had enough of its feeble-minded antics. You want to ignore me, little one? Fine. I’ll just do something to get your attention again. I slammed my hand down on the table in front of it. I heard a squishy “PPPPPbbttt…”, accompanied with a truly foul odor as every grub in the terrarium shit themselves simultaneously.
I pressed down on the maggot’s body and gave it the most evil look I could muster as I said, “Okay, you little piece of dog shit. You’re going to do something for me, whether you like it or not. If you do what I say, I’ll let you live. If not, there will be consequences. Do you understand?”

The grub nodded nervously.

I tried again to speak to the little grub. “Anyway, I need you to stay still once I put you on the tray. You move when I take you off the tray. Okay?”

“Yes, Mr Man refu~.” it said with a disgustingly high voice. I placed it on the tray and sent it into the MRI. About 20 seconds in, I saw the scan suddenly jerk, and start sliding backwards, away from the brain area. At first, I thought the equipment was malfunctioning, until I saw the subject arch its back and slide forward, deeper into the scanner. I aborted the scan and sent the maggot back out to me. When I got there, it had turned around and began crawling away from the scanner.

“Too loud, refu.”

It disobeyed me and it moved. Apparently, slamming my hand on the table was not enough to get its attention. I needed something a little more drastic.

I reached into the terrarium and pulled out three jissou maggots, this one’s siblings, and set them in a small lunch container. I picked one up by the tail and lifted him up to my mouth. It squealed in fear, but to no avail. I opened my mouth, threw it in, and swallowed it whole and alive.

What? It was lunch time, and I forgot to pack my lunch other than the contents of the container, which was half a cheese sandwich. I was still hungry, and I had a Jissou who needed to learn his lesson. I was killing two birds with one stone.

The maggot struggled in fear as it went down my throat, but to no effect. Peristalsis is a hard force to overcome, especially if your bite-sized. It landed in my stomach with a plop. I felt it wriggling and writhing in my stomach as it was being burnt by digestive enzymes and gastric acid. It would either be digested alive, suffocated, or drowned, whichever came first. The maggot on the table went pale in shock that I would do such a thing. Perfect. It got his attention. Time to cement the lesson in its pea-sized brain.

I picked up another maggot by the tail, dropped it into my mouth and swallowed. This one appeared more shocked that I had the nards to swallow it, so it didn’t really struggle until it realized it was being bathed in digestive fluid. I lifted the last one in the container into my mouth and swallowed it alive. It went down screaming bloody murder. Before long, I could feel all three writhing, and possibly screaming, as the fluids of my stomach began reducing them to nothing more than a green-red paste.

I kind of feel sorry for the little bastards. One minute, they’re chirping and cooing in a big glass tank with their brothers and sisters, the next minute they’re making a very different kind of noise inside a stomach that feels like a squishy acidic cavern to them. At least they would suffer for a good cause: getting the one on the table to follow a simple instruction.

The maggot on the table shit itself after I swallowed the second of its siblings. It was sitting in a puddle of dark green slime. Red and green tears flowed down its cheeks, and it shook with fear. A drop of clear water-mucus mix flowed out of one of its nostrils. It was scared to death. Maybe it would listen now.

“Well, are you going to listen, or will you be joining your siblings?”

The grub nodded weakly.

I picked it up by the tail and held it by the tail, like I was going to throw it into my mouth. I didn’t want to eat him, I just wanted it to answer the question with words, not nodding.

“Oh, so you want me to eat you? Well, I’ve still got room for one more! Bottoms up!” I said as I stuck my tongue out and rested the little maggot by his face on the very tip. It tasted like rotted cabbage. Green slime shot out like a stream from its anus, missing my mouth by inches. Good thing I wasn’t holding it directly above my mouth, no? I would have gotten a sample of its special sauce right on my tongue. I heard a murmur as it tried to speak. I couldn’t quite hear it, so I lifted him off my tongue to give him some air and some room to use it.

“NO, NO,NO REFU! PLEASE DON’T EAT REFU!”

“So you’ll do as I say then?” I replied.

The grub nodded frantically.

Irritated, I barked at it, “Don’t nod, you little pig shit! Say it or you’re lunch!”

“YES! ME DO WHAT MR MAN SAYS REFUU!” It screamed.

“When I put you in the machine, no matter what… YOU. DO. NOT. MOVE. Got it?”

“Yes, Mr, Man, rehiiiii…”

“Good, because if you move, I’m ripping that ugly green cocoon of yours off and swallowing you naked.”

“Yessir, refu…” it said in high, shaky voice. I waited until it had calmed down before placing it on the MRI. I need a live test subject, and if it received any more stress, its heart would explode inside its chest. I let it hyperventilate on the table until it calmed down. When it had finally stopped freaking out, I gently strapped the baby to a modified dissection tray with a plastic tie-wrap to hold it steady.
I finally told it, “If you do what I ask of you, I won’t harm you. Hell, I’ll might even have a reward waiting for you.”
It became elated at this news. “Reward, refu? What reward, refu?”

“It’s a surprise. ”

By this time, the writhing and vibrating on the walls of my stomach got weaker and eventually died out entirely. Their role in the experiment had ended long ago, so it was not a big loss that they died. Although it would suck to be eaten by a creature that doesn’t even have the courtesy to kill you first. What a way to go.

I placed it on the tray and sent it into the MRI scanner. After about seven scans, I found a similar result to the scans of the savant’s brain. Some 30% of brain matter in the cerebral cortex was used for speech processing, even in Jissou that had barely learned one language.

After I ran some more scans (about 20), I extracted the little maggot from the MRI.

“Where’s reward, refu?”

“You’ll see.” Yes. You’ll see soon enough, you greedy ungrateful little shit. Did you really think that I was going to reward you with anything more than your life just because you sat still in a MRI?

I picked it up by its body stocking and pulled its hood off its head, exposing its bald head, catlike ears, and tuft of hair.

“What are you doing, refu?” it asked anxiously.

I grabbed the larva by its almost nonexistent neck and pulled. Its body stocking slid off effortlessly. It screamed frantically, “Noo! My clothes! Give them back refu!” as it shit itself and flailed its stubby limbs, desperately trying to grip its clothing even though it might as well have been on the moon. I dropped the green cocoon on the floor. It did not like that.

“Noo refu! Clothes will dirty refu! Give them back refu!”

“Time for your reward...” I cackled. It shut up then and even more red and green tears flowed from its terrified eyes.

I walked away from the scanner and towards a table in the next room, leaving a trail of green slime droplets behind me. The larva was still wriggling, trying to break free from my grip. I placed it on the table, where I had the little maggot’s reward: a pet chick.

You know, a chick. Like a baby chicken. I got him from one of the overnight kennels for baby birds, with permission from the vet, of course. It was there because it hadn’t eaten in three days. I know this because I checked the piece of paper on the cage where it was being stored. I got permission from the vet because I felt I had an idea of how to fix the problem.

The chick walked over to the naked grub, examining it, curiously. The grub and the chick just stared at each other for about three seconds. Finally, the grub smiled at the chick and chirped “Belly soft! Please rub refu!” Dumbass. Baby chickens are predators to grubs and even children Jissou if they're small enough. Maybe this is why they prey on the grubs; they’re so stupid that they practically throw themselves at the little fowl’s feet.

The chick did not oblige to its request. Instead, the baby bird gave the grub an exploratory peck right square in the belly. The maggot responded to the jab rather positively. It began panting, its tongue sticking out and a thin trickle from its puckered anus.

“Re-fuuuuUUUUU! Feels good refu!”

The chick eyed the maggot’s rapture with curiosity. It had never had food that jiggled and twitched whenever it was poked. It gave it another peck.

“More refu! Rub more!”

By that time, the bird had figured out that the maggot was soft, squishy, and edible. This time, it jabbed the grub with its beak. It hit the maggot right in the stomach, leaving a small triangle shaped bruise on the maggot’s soft belly.

“RECHAAAA! Funny feeling refu!”

The bird cocked its head at the maggot’s screams. It had never had its food talk to it before. What was this thing? The chick really didn’t care, it was hungry and it needed to eat. It gave the little maggot another peck. This time, it hit so hard that
I saw a dark red and green stain appear at the site of the jab, and a small drop of blood oozed out of a small perforation in its belly.

“*hack* Refu… It… *wheeze* really feels funny… re *wheeze* fu…”

The bird gave it one more peck. This time, it ruptured the abdomen, the fowl’s beak sinking into the grub’s body cavity. It clamped down on something that felt like a worm, and pulled out some of the grub’s innards. The maggot screamed, but no sound came out. It writhed in agony, but it was merely smearing its intestines on the table.

I picked up the dying maggot and the chick and placed them both in the chick’s pen. The chick placed one foot on the maggot’s belly and pulled back, tearing more organs and muscle as it ripped the maggot to pieces. The maggot let out a death rattle, then went limp as the bird tore out its vital organs.Two birds, one stone. One more of the little monsters has removed from the world, and a chick that wouldn’t eat is now well fed.

I repeated the scanning on several other Jissouseki. I got similar results as the previous tests. All showed that they had a large area of the left parietal lobe dedicated to speech processing. Further testing is needed to see how the exact process by which Jissou learn different languages, but today was a very successful day. When I would return home, I would have to review my scans to see if there was anything I missed.

All but one of the maggots gave me no trouble after my little stunt involving three of their siblings. He went to the bathroom inside the MRI, which cost me an hour just cleaning it out and restarting the scanner to make sure it didn’t damage anything. For this one, I wasn’t going to work with him and try to teach him not to do that. It was around three in the afternoon, and my time was almost out. He had cost me an hour and nearly cost the vet an MRI, for which I would have to pay for the damages.

I took my mechanical pencil and pressed on the end once. *Click*. The maggot looked around, trying to see what made such a strange noise. I didn’t give it the chance to find out. I held the maggot down with my thumb and held the pencil in the other. I first speared its eyes with the graphite tip. It screamed and tried to pull away, but could not because of the pressure my thumb exerted on its back. I then lanced its tongue, piercing through it. A stream of tears and blood shot out of where its eyes used to be, rinsing out the remains of eyeball still left in its sockets.

“RECHAAAAAAAAAA!”

Satisfied with its punishment, I finally decided to put it out of its misery. As I prepared to smash it, a thought occurred to me. “What if the scans are right? Would significant damage to that part of the brain affect the way Jissou speak?” So, I reviewed one scan and found the place with the most active place in the brain while speaking, advanced the lead of my pencil, and started stabbing. If think I lanced its brain about 15 times before I was through.The tip broke off several times while I was stabbing, but I simply advanced the lead and resumed. When I was finished, it was a bleeding, twitching mess, screaming incoherently. It did not say anything that I could understand to be a language. Time to see how its siblings treated their blind, critically injured sister.

I dropped the maggot into the terrarium, where the remainder of the maggots rested. The commotion it caused through its nonsensical screaming and violent thrashing woke the maggots from their slumber.

“Refuu? What was that refu?”

“Onee-chan looks bad refu.”

“Smells funny refu.

“Onee-chan is not making sense refu.”

“Hungry refu.”

The maggots swarmed their dying sister, tearing her apart in mere minutes. Because the maggot had lost a lot of blood during the stabbing, there was not a whole lot of blood spatter on the walls of the terrarium. I guess that its siblings could not understand its garbled cries for help.

Well, time to go home. My time was up, and the vet’s office closes at five. That day was an eventful day. I confirmed that Jissou larvae have a large part of their brain dedicated to language processing, and even tested to see how it functioned when damaged heavily. Further testing is needed to see how the exact process by which Jissou learn different languages, but today was a very successful day. When I would return home, I would have to review my scans to see if there was anything I missed.

As I finished packing up my stuff and printing off the results of the scan, the vet, a Dr. Zinzi, walked into the room. Zinzi is a tall man of African descent, probably in his early fifties. He usually walks around in an old labcoat. His curly black hair is showing streaks of gray, scars of a stressful life. He is an associate of mine, and somewhat of a drinking buddy.

The time I arranged with his equipment had ended about five minutes before, so I was probably outstaying my welcome.

“Sorry I’m not out of here by now, the testing took longer than expected. I’ll be out of your hair in about three minutes.” I said while collecting the printing for the scans.

“Actually, I have something I would like to talk to you about earlier, but I didn’t want to talk to you about it until after you finished the experiment.”

“What do you want to talk to me about, Dr. Zinzi?” I replied.

He waved his hand and said, “Come with me.”

He lead me out of the scanning room, back to the overnight holding areas. He lead me back to a room with a sign on the door that read “Authorized Employees Only!” When I entered the room, I stood aghast at what was in the corner of the room.
There were five kennels, all filled with Jissouseki. The ones that caught my eye at a distance were the contents of two of the kennels. There were maggots inside. But not just any standard, run of the mill, maggot the size of my thumb. They were huge! The size of a terrier, in fact. They both seemed to be in a state of hibernation, soundly asleep in cloudy, drug-induced dreams.

I turned to Dr. Zinzi, and asked, “What the hell did you do to make them that big?” He chuckled.

“Some guy dropped them off at my office yesterday around 7:00 in the evening. I was wondering if you wanted them.” Wait. He didn't do this? If so, then who?

“Let me get a better look at them first.” I replied.

I walked closer to the kennels to better investigate what I would be getting myself into if I accepted. When I got a better view of the contents of the kennels, the two massive maggots were not the only thing of interest in the kennels.

In two of the kennels, just over two dozen Jissou children and maggots slept soundly. No doubt that they had been drugged. I would hate to be one of them when they woke up. That would be one nasty hangover! As I worked my way past the sleeping children, I saw Jissou adults in three kennels, and in the last two were the maggots the size of dogs.

“I'll think about it.”

“Okay.” He turned to leave, but then turned around. “Ah, almost forgot. The man gave this letter to me. He told me I should give it you if you were interested in taking the little bastards.” After handing me a manila envelope, he looked at me in the eye and said, “Remember this: don’t tell a soul about what just happened here, or you will regret it.” With that, he turned and left the room.

The letter itself just had this weird feeling to it. It was thick and surprisingly heavy. The envelope was unmarked except for the words “To Whom It May Concern” written out in pen. I pulled my pocket knife out of my pocket and carefully opened the envelope. The last thing I needed was to lose my hands to an envelope bomb. After I had opened the letter, I took a look at its contents. The first was a sheet on top. I laid the envelope on top of one of the kennels as I read it.

“Dear sir,

I am Jonathan Beckham, a biology professor of the…”

I stopped reading after I read the name. Jonathan Beckham. I realized that if I took the Jissou, I risked having his enemies become my enemies. I might dare to say that I was putting my life on the line.

Jonathan Beckham. Where to start? He is a professor at Smithenson's University of the Highly Gifted. I hadn’t heard of him until last week, when he caused a media uproar when he allegedly (I say this for legal reasons; the lawsuit is still pending) performed a vivisection on a Jissouseki. Apparently, the incident occurred when a PETA petition blocked the dissection of frogs in his class. He then brought out his little collection of Jissou and started dissecting a large Jissou larva. Yesterday, a talk show interviewed several members of PETA compared him to Dr. Josef Mengele, a German doctor affectionately known as the “Angel of Death” at the concentration camps during the Holocaust. I felt that they portrayed the good professor a little harshly. Aside from, in good PETA fashion, invoking Godwin’s Law yet again, they fail to see their own involvement in the incident. Beckham was merely working with what they had limited him to using. If they had not tried to block him from using frogs, he might not have been so desperate as to use Jissou. I felt sorry for his unfair treatment by the media and others. Until now.

Somehow, I mustered up the will to read on.

“Within these terraniums are approximately fifty jissous, many of them children and , almost in equal number, grubs. Three kennels hold mothers, including one mother who has been operated on using my own formulated technique to give her a transparent belly. The final two kennels contain jissou larvaes slightly smaller than a Dutch Terrier. One of them is a byproduct of an experiment using a variety of colored laser-lights.”

Fifty. Fifty of the little bastards. Even the mother Jissou involved in the vivisection incident. I realized the risk involved, and the sheer number and difficulty of hiding them simply magnified them. Shaky and flushed, I read on. Then I came to a line that stunned me. He wrote that he had made notes on the Jissouseki reproductive capability, and was now giving them to me. At the very least, I had to keep those notes. They could revolutionize what we know about the little goblins that pester us every day, maybe even more than my research on their psychology!

However, it was the final line that made me make my decision.

In the name of science, Dr Jona Beckham.”

Dammit. He knows my currency. I would do anything in the name of science. Even abandon my own morality. Throw in $400 and dried food for the test subjects and there is one offer that I could not refuse! Don’t worry, Mr. Beckham, I will keep doing research in your steed!

Now, comes the challenge of getting fifty of the little rats home…

I have to make a few calls.

*End Part 8*

P.S. I hope /lit/ has had a wonderful Christmas and a Happy New Year!

ILU, Witch Doctor.

You're probably my favorite writer on Gurochan and I'm not even that fond of jissous.

Never stop writing.

In the name of science!

My Jissouseki Growing Up

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Life with my new pet changed very little. I managed to potty-train, and even teach the little maggot some manners. Each and every day, however, he always greeted me with a "Hi Mr. Man! How was your day, refu?" whenever I came home, or a "Can I watch TV with you, refu?" whenever I passed his terrarium. He even asked to watch me do my essays and homework from class! The jissou larvae grew slightly, becoming plumper with each week. I fed the creature mainly fruits and vegetables, with occasionally some dried beef jerky or bbq pork if he was well-behaved.

When summer came, I now had a lot of time to invest into my pet. I made a small hamster wheel for the little thing, so he could get some much-needed exercise. As soon as I managed to convince him it would be fun, he would jump in and run for ages before stumbling panting and taking a nap.

Once a week or so, I'd take him with me to the bathroom for a bath. He'll stand about on the floor as I rinse off the soap and coax the jissou to let me remove his clothes. I bought a jissou maggot's clothes so he could wear a clean on everytime I cleaned him and washed his clothes. It was during one of the baths I asked him what kind of name he would like.

"A name, refu?" squeaked the jissou excitedly, "I want to be called Keichii, Mr. Man!"

Keichii Domorodo is a fairly famous local comedian I watch on Comedy Central on the television, the little jissou took to the man and watch every episode avidly. Another thing was that he continued to call me 'Mr. Man' no matter how much I ask him to call me by my real name.

After the bath, I gently dry him with a towel, help him into a cocoon, and set him into his terrarium. It was after that night, I found Keichii complteley changed.

The morning after, I checked up on Keichii's cage, only to find a great white silk cocoon on the padded floor. A few seconds later, it bulged and ripped apart, to reveal a soda-can sized jissou looking up at me with happiness in it's eyes, "Look Mr. Man, I grew!"

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End

>>81
Aww, that's sweet!

>>81
Absolutely adorable.

>>82>>83

Really? I thought this one was being ignored, since everyone loves the species rather descriptive deaths and all...

I guess reading about them dying constantly gets old.

WD, whens your next update? Should I start Archiving everything?

>>84

I guess you can go ahead and archive the thread. My next update may not be up for a while.

AAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

WitchDoctor, you've got 30 pages of well-written jissou-goodness on my HD. Keep up the good work!

The Usual Going-Ons at the Jissou Shop

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Taking care of jissousekis in a Pet Store isn't an easy task, I can tell you that much. There are four grades of Jissous. The bottom feeders are the ones in the Abuse Bin and the Petting Zoo. The Abuse bin Jissousekis can be bought for anywhere from a dollar to five bucks. They seem to disappear a lot quicker, mainly because a few die from being raped or eaten or beaten by other Jissous. That area also stinks, as they constantly defecate. Most of them are dirty or naked or pregnant, somrtimes sprouting a huge dick for no reason, or maybe a mixture of them all. Some of the more level-headed ones, which isn't much, seem to know they are in a bad situation and are constantly nervous, ready to let a big one fall between their legs and all over the floor.

The slightly more level-headed jissousekis that end up in the Abuse Bin are often leftovers from the Petting Zoo, where they cost about twenty bucks at most. A large number of them are bought by many varieties, including abusers. I think as the grades are brought up, the better their reactions, or something. Either way, they don't crap and shit all over the place as much. But they're still annoying. The customers who come in are usually parents and their kids, or the latter by themselves. Rules say that if customers abuse (and thus kill) a jissou, they'll have to pay for it. Sometimes it happens, because once one of those red and greed eyed buggers are down, the rest beat the living shit out of it and it dies as a still-living lunchmeat for the rest of the jissous in the pen. the ones who are bought are usually the quiet cute ones that aren't always screaming in your face for food and attention. They were the smart ones.

Next in line are the 'Normal Jissous'. They have a seperate terranium, where mainly level-headed and less violent child jissous and their maggot siblings live in. Its a bit crowded, but they're easier to impress upon concerning sanitary conditions. I like these better, they seem to be cuter and easier to train than the older ones. At any rate, it only took one kid and a few maggots to convince them cleanliness was in their best interests. Watching them from the counter is entertaining in a boring repetitive way. The children constantly herd a group of six or seven grubs about, cleaning their messes, feeding them. I've caught a jissou child singing lullabies to her group on tape.

After those things are the Special and First Class. These jissous are worth a LOT of money. Thankfully, they don't poo so much, they know how to address human respectfully, and have manners. The few First Class mothers are often seen teaching grubs how to speak properly. Needless to say, they don't need supervision.

As for me, I graduated a few years ago and got a job as an assistant for a bunch of jissouseki specialists at this place called the Smithsonian Biology Department. I supply them Grade A, B, and C Jissous for a discount. Sometimes I bring over some of the more annoying bastards for them to mess with. I never seen them again, and nor do I care to.

Taking care of these creatures isn't as hard as it seems, but there are always some sticky patches along the way.

First off is feeding them. Feeding time is usually in the afternoon and the evening, but even then they don't need much seeing as they usually killed and ate their own siblings. Their grub (pun unintended) usually came in the form of anything I can get my hands on. Rice, fruit, dried stuff, leftovers. I do, on the other hand have a beautiful array of candies to force the jissous to do what I want, though the ones in the Pen and the Bin often fight and kill each other for it.

At the end of each day I select the jissous from the Abuse Bin and chuck them into the dumpster and slam the lid down, savoring their screams and leaving them while laughing like a maniac. To refill the bin I put the jissous in the Petting Zoo that weren't bought and put them in there, always with an evil smile. Afterwards, after judging their reactions I might select a couple and give them another chance to be bought in the Pen.

Oops, my cell is ringing. Looks like one of the Professors got his grant. He says hes going to see if a Jissou-based community was possible and managed to get an acre of land sealed off. Boy, this was going to be fun!

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End.

What did you guys think?

Good, REd! I really like the story with the sweet, smart jissou. I want more of it.

Taking my jissou with me to my date. (Part 1)

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"Look Mr. Man, I grew!"

My pet had indeed grown. Keichii was at least the same height and weight of a small beer can, and he was looking pretty happy. I take off the top of the terranium, and gently pick him up. The jissou crooned happily the entire way up, practically hugging my hand as I put him on the floor.

"Where are we going, techi~?"

I gave Keichii a small smile as she hopped around in excitement, "We;re going out to eat and to visit the park."

The jissou squealed in excitement, having never been to a park and having only eaten jissou pellets and the occasional candy. I tried to get her attention by tapping her on the head. "But you have to stay near me at all times. It is dangerous for a young jissou on the streets. After a visit to the park for fresh air, I'm going to buy you some clothes."

Keichii nodded, her face serious, "Yes sir, Mr. Man!"

I nodded and instructed her to go and wait by the door while I prepare to leave.

- Jissouseki Perspective -

'Mr. Human was a very good friend,' thought Keichii happily as she hurried to the door with anticipation, 'After all he took care of her ever sicne she was born!'

As her human put his shoes on, he knelt down and let her climb into his arms. She happily snuggled into them and looked at the outside world with her own eyes. It was a strange place for her.

Humans similar to her own human walked and talked around them. Her human stopped at the corner of the road, which to her sharp eye saw the smudged words for 'Bus Stop'. "Are we riding on the bus, techi?"

Her human nodded and scratched her behind the neck. She shivered in delight and watched in fascination as the bus screeched loudly to a stop. The interior was full of people...and a few jissou too! Keichii saw her human meet up with a Ms. Lady and felt her human set her onto the other human's lap. She had met this human before, many times in fact. The lady looked down at her with a smile, but the jissou shivered. Something about the woman's eyes made her scared. But her human liked this human, so she had to behave!

"Hi Miss Lady," she chirped, "How are you?"

"I'm fine," replied the female human dismissively and began a conversation with her human at once.

Keichii looked down and saw a jissou much like herself with a maggot that she herself had been a few days ago, and a few of her age. She waved energetically at one, who returned it. The Mother grabbed the one who returned the wave and pulled it out of sight. She thought she might've heard an odd squelching sound but fogot about it.

Under the seat, the jissous around their mother whimpered in fear as they relieved themselves at the sight of one of their favorite sibling dying a messy death within their mother's own jaws.

- End Perspective -

I chatted with Lucia a bit more before my stop and told her I'll lend her my notes from history class before picking up Keichii and saying goodbye. My pet waved goodbye too, but I saw her eye twitch at the sight of her. Behind me was a small family of jissous, including one dirty mother with something green and red in her mouth. The trembling children around her told me this wasn't the kind of jissou I want mine to be exposed to...

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End Part 1

Strangely, I find myself most enjoying the stories centering on the "good" jissous -- the ones not being mutilated and snuffed out.

Am I an affront to Gurochan?

No, you are like us, a sick fuck to visit gurochan in the first place.

XD

bump!

STS-152a Subproject: F-12 Biological Experimentation Log

Mission Specialist: Maj. Matt Greer PhD. Vertebrate Biology
Guest Mission Specialist: Sir Gregory Hughs, D.Litt. Psychology and Modern Philosophy

Pre-Experiment Briefing:
To further examine the behavior of selected jissouseki specimen in conditions of low gravity.

Subject information:

Kingdom: Animalia
Phylum: Chordata*
Class: undetermined
Order: undetermined
Family: undetermined
Genus: Coerceo+
Species: Fossor+

* debated
+Roughly “enclosed fool” as determined by the National Audubon Society as of 2011

In the little time that since the discovery of the first populations in East Asia, much has been learned about the creatures known colloquially, and herein, as jissou. First a brief history of the study of jissou as compiled by the Smithsonian, the National Audubon Society, and NASA mission planners.

~2004 First Jissou populations discovered in East Asia

2005 rapid proliferation

2005.10.?? African farmers “domesticate” jissou as livestock

2005.11.15 Vatican declares jissou “unclean” and therefore lesser than animal in rights, citing their unholy behavior and disregard for eachother. Consumption of jissou derived commodities deemed unacceptable. This in part sets stage for the Darfur conflict.

2006.12.26 Mass migration from mainland to Taiwan damages telecom cables, though direct cause unknown.

2007.01.27 Jissou imported as “exotic pets” widely to N. America

2008.01.23-02.04 Large jissou migration north to Europe causes submarine telecom cable damages costing billions in lost revenue/repair and maintenance costs.

2014 Smithsonian research logs incite congressional inquiry regarding the rights of jissou as “intelligent beings”. The supreme court rules 8-1 in favor of the indicted researcher in exchange for his anonymity (to keep from the moral dilemma of his profiting from the “suffering” of jissou)

2015.01.01 Supreme court ruling that animal anti-abuse laws may not apply to certain classifications of jissou.

2015.01.12 (Shuttle program continued past retirement as US policy toward Russia cools and Joint-Vostok project deemed null and void) STS-152a launches from launch pad 39a at 03:13:37 to take advantage of renewed experimentation rights.

General jissou knowledge as compiled by previous missions:

Physiology
Life stages: (1)Larval; (2)Nymph (adolescent stage); (3) Adult
High tendency for congenital defects, leading to hypothesis of lab synthesized origin
When stressed, endocrine responses leads to spontaneous spawning of numerous offspring; this Darwinian survival technique has lead to worldwide proliferation.
Internal anatomy similar to multiple primate species, though simplified.
Blueish hue displayed for stress or illness
Defecation is a survival tactic, as the feces is nutrient rich and the species exhibits cannibalistic behavior. Generally a jissou will stop to consume the expelled feces of another rather than waste calories attempting to catch and consume the prey that defecated.

Psychology
Display rapid growth of intelligence
equally rapid stunting of intelligence
able to communicate via spoken language, illiterate in most cases
display of emotional empathy rare, however group pain sharing has been postulated giving appearance of empathy/sympathy
intense urge to feed: cannibalistic/auto cannibalistic tendancies
generally conceited, superiority complexes noted

Culinary
Savory, like chicken
cook thoroughly; thought to be responsible for the 2008 southern African cholera outbreak

Begin Experiment Briefing:

Tests:
A.Exposure to near-zero G's
I.Subjects 1.0a-d
II.Subjects 2.0a-d
III.Subjects 3.0a-d
IV.Subjects (alpha)&(omega)
B.Exposure to near vacuum
I.Subjects 1.1a-d
II.Subjects 2.1a-d
III.Subjects 3.1a-d
C.Reproduction in near-zero G's
I.Subjects 3.2; (alpha) & (omega)
D.Digestive functions in near-zero G's

Subjects:

1.0a Stage (1) Healthy
1.0b Stage (1) Healthy
1.0c Stage (1) Mutated: ocular development stunted
1.0d Stage (1) Mutated: proximal limb stubs absent

2.0a Stage (2) Healthy
2.0b Stage (2) Healthy
2.0c Stage (2) Mutated: vestigial tail retained
2.0d Stage (2) Mutated: stunted limb development

3.0a Stage (3) Healthy
3.0b Stage (3) Healthy
3.0c Stage (3) Mutated: vestigial tail retained
3.0d Stage (3) Mutated: stunted limb development

(alpha) Stage (3) Mutated: near human appearance

(omega) Stage (3) First Class variety (deemed rare subspecies or mutation)

1.1a Stage (1) Healthy
1.1b Stage (1) Healthy
1.1c Stage (1) Mutated: outer integumentary layer (“clothes”) failed to develop
1.1d Stage (1) Mutated: critically obese

2.1a Stage (2) Healthy
2.1b Stage (2) Healthy
2.1c Stage (2) Mutated: outer integumentary layer failed to develop
2.1d Stage (2) Mutated: critically obese

3.1a Stage (3) Healthy
3.1b Stage (3) Healthy
3.1c Stage (3) Mutated: outer integumentary layer failed to develop
3.1d Stage (3) Mutated: critically obese

3.2 Stage (3) Healthy

Experiment A-I Setup notes:

Subjects 1.0a-d contained in clear acrylic apparatus measuring 200cm long, 100cm deep and 100 cm wide counterweighted and rotating to simulate roughly 1 Earth gravity.

Orbit achieved 02:37:23.

Experiment A-I begin observations 02:40:00

Maj: Greer's physical observations:
“Subjects 1.0a and 1.0b interact as expected, expressing unease and as usual, hunger. C (blind) collides with its fellow subjects and defecates; subject expresses more fear than others. D (lame) proceeds to roll laterally to achieve locomotion it along with a and b begins to consume the feces expelled by c.
At 02:42:00 The experiment was begun and the containment motor disengaged, thus allowing the jissou to float in the now Zero G environment. All subjects express intense fear and each defecates. Subjects aside from C attempt to obtain the floating spheres of feces to no avail. At 02:45:00 the enclosure is opened and the jissou are allowed to float freely. Their small bodies seem unable to shift their weight efficiently enough to move and appear to be at the mercy of physics. All subjects returned to containment at 02:56:00, gravity will not be restored until 2 days observation complete.”

Dr. Hughs psychological observations:
“Subject c seems to be more fearful of its environment lacking a means to envision its surroundings. It's cries of 'Is scary – refu!; What happen- refu?' Seem only to irritate the other specimens. It's fear is so great that it releases its bowels, thus initiating a feeding frenzy. Subject d seems to not notice its own impediment and interacts with subjects a and b normally, while ostracizing c like the others. A and B show apathy to D's limbless nature, or are too occupied with taking advantage of C to care. Upon terminating the gravity simulation all subjects submit to their primal fear and defecate. Cries of 'REFU! What going – refu? Am fall -refu!' are heard. Quickly the larvae forget their peril and the urge to feed consumes them. However as the Major has noted, they are unable to obtain the food they seek as a,b, and c's limbs and muscle structure do not allow for microgravity locomotion nor does the mutated structure of d.”

Day 2
Maj. Greer:
“Interestingly, subjects a, b, and d have begun their metamorphosis. This is despite their very young age. It is my hypothesis that they have begun their transformation not based by their internal biological rhythms but to anchor themselves to a surface, in this case the encasement. Subject C has not begun to transform and appears unconscious. Review of the surveillance video shows that around 08:15:00 the other subjects began to transform. C attempted to communicate with them but the other subjects seem to focus on anchoring themselves to the walls of the encasement. It appears that C, having released more contents of its digestive system yesterday than the other subjects was unable to muster the ability to transform. Upon viewing the surveillance video and conducting physical examination of C I have determined that it has expired of malnutrition/exhaustion around 12:00:00 yesterday. I have bagged the corpse for further analysis, and subsequent disposal. I am now examining the internal happenings of subject b (a of course being the control). I have carefully removed b from the container and have delicately removed part of the pupal covering. The tail has not recessed though the limbs have grown significantly. Its old clothes have begun to dissolve and the new layer has begun to form. I will now return subject to container and artificially reattach the pupa to the container wall.”

Dr. Hughs:
“The video capture was astounding. Not only has the jissou's will to survive spurred on an early transformation, in all but c, it appears that we may have discovered their ability to choose when they transform. C's weakness is cause for more suffering at the hands of its mates. A blueish colour can be observed as it weakens through the day. It's 'hungry-refu!, please help- refu!' are met with apathy or even hostility, as subject b appears to 'headbutt' c away and into the air. It is astounding how little regard these horrid little creatures are capable of expressing for one another. Alone and stomach empty, subject C begins to die. While all other subjects are soundly in the first stages of their brief hibernation, C curls up and defecates once more and the colour leaves its eyes, as they go dark. Clearly survival of the fittest has claimed its first victim; I excitedly await the fate of subject D.”

Day 3
Maj. Greer
“The transformations are complete and the effect the absence of natural gravity has had is astonishing! All surviving subjects show elongated body growth and are for the most part healthy stage 2 jissou. However each is roughly 1.5 times taller than expected and limb growth has resulted in a spidery appearance. D shows an interesting recovery of limbs, but somehow has retained its tail, though now it is slightly diminished. Upon releasing them from the encasement the jissou displayed much increased motor abilities, using their gangly arms to push themselves in many directions and contorting their bodies as an astronaut would, to move about. Interestingly D has shown an greatest motor skills in this environment, likely with the added benefit of a tail. I will now administer as sub test. I have placed three jissou food pellets on the opposite side of the experimentation pod. It will be up to the subjects to obtain the food themselves. Subject D moves quickly whipping its tail about to grab onto some pipework on the wall. A and B squirm to follow, essentially in an awkward swimming motion. D meanwhile hurtles about in a fashion reminiscent of an acrobat jumping off opposite walls. In no time D has reached the food and consumes all three. I will let Dr. Hughs make his observations now.”

Dr. Hughs
“I would like to first note that all subjects seem to ignore the fact the subject C is missing. Carrying on, amazingly, what was a handicap to D has become its saving grace. A and B glare jealously at D as it eats halfway across the room. Interestingly, for an “intelligent” creature, jissou show little regard for each other, as D without a second thought consumed its portion as well as its companions'. A and B yell, “come back- -techii! Mine – techi!” Maj. Greer has now fed A and B by hand and all subjects have been returned to the pen. The Major will now restore gravity to measure the ability for the subjects to adjust.”

“In an absolutely amazing twist, subjects A and B upon restoration of gravity, have taken their rediscovered ease of locomotion and used it to attack subject D, no doubt to make up for the feeding incident. A held D down as B punched and gnawed at D. The Major attempted to separate them, but this only served to make him their new target. Amazing, these miserable, stupid, little creatures. I removed one of the little beasts from the Major by smashing it with my observations clipboard which garnered a response of anger rather than fear. As it leaped for me, I drove my ballpoint pen into its eye socket, destroying it. Matt on the other hand was still beating the remaining subject as it clung to his uniform, defecating wildly. He succumbed to the innate instincts that drive us as a species to hate these little monsters and tore its arms off. Despite my best efforts to calm him Matt continued to mutilate the subject until nothing was left but floating globules of red and green blood, feces, tears. Subject D would have submitted to its wounds, but the Major finished it off. Too hesitant to interfere with him in his current state. “thank for saving- techi !”said subject D through red and green tears. “Techi! Too hard” it wailed as the Major grabbed it and threw it into the pen. As he latched the pen shut, the crying jissou defecated covering the tank with filth. Still enraged, Greer recalibrated the servos and activated the tank, which spun violently, making a sound like a boot in a dryer through the anguished cries of “TECHIIIII!”

“I fucking hate these vile things,” said the Major, though gritted teeth. I couldn't help but agree as we exited the experimentation module intent on washing ourselves of the sticky green and red fluids that had spattered us. Hopefully the next experiment would fare better results.

>>94

You are greater than I, dear sir.

>>95

Then prove to us you are greater by posting!

=D

>>95

all due respect! your character pioneered the way for mine to carry out their deliciously dastardly deeds.

I find cold calculating experimentation to be a form of intense cruelty in its sheer apathy; but the passionate RAGE now and then feels good!

I've been away to do some project... and wunderbar!

This was grand!

>>94
This thread contains numerous quality stories, but this one made me LOL really hard.
Seriously, gentlemen, we need more fiction here!
And no cutesy stuff, if you please. This is Gurochan, after all. XD

100 Get!

meanwhile,about "telecom cable damage", is it me or is that a really well hidden joke and an easter egg canon feature? Astronut wins an internet.

>>101 Astronut wins 10 internets!

>>100 WE MADE IT!!!

Now get back to work, guys! I hunger for MOAR!!!(I am Sinistar. I hunger...Run, Jissou!)

Part 9: Changing Gears.

Well, now I have 50 Jissou added to my test subjects, all courtesy of the good Professor John Beckham. The challenge now was getting them all home without causing a fuss. This would be quite a task, but recent public protests from PETA have made what would have been an already complicated errand into a freaking run for the gauntlet. If they caught me with 50 Jissou, I don’t know what they would do me, but it would not be anything good.

On top of that, I had to then get all the terrariums to my apartment on the seventh floor without letting anybody see me, a near impossibility in my complex. Even worse, as mentioned before…

The landlord is a fucking psychopath!

To make matters even worse, nobody wants to help me. Colleagues, assistants, associates, nobody. I plopped down in a chair in the waiting room. I felt defeated.

I heard footsteps from the hallway to the threshold of the door.

“Well, have a good evening, Mr… You’re still here?”

It was Dr. Zinzi.

“Yeah, I’m having a little problem here.” I replied.

“And what would that be?”

“I need a way to get all of them back home. Quietly. The last thing I need is a mob of animal rights activists on me, especially in this important of an experiment.”

“Why don’t you just drive them home?”

“In my beat up old 1999 sedan? Why don’t I just spraypaint ‘My career choice makes me torture small animals to death!’ on my car?”

A brief silence.

“Good point. Wait here. I’ll see what I can do.”

I heard him walk back to his office and close the door.

“While I wait for him,” I thought to myself, “I’ll review the MRI scans.” I opened the briefcase I stored the results in and flipped through all the scans I had made during the day, making sure that every scan was in the right folder. After each scan, I separated the scans for each individual and cataloged them. I made notes on each specimen, such as unusual characteristics, condition, and mood at time of the scan. With the sheer number of scans (I had approximately 300 scans in the briefcase, ~30 per specimen), I could not have missed anything. I made so many scans so that if something happened during the test, like if the maggot moved or the MRI was not properly calibrated, the results of the scans could not be contested during the trial-by-fire that all academic papers go through: peer review.

Here’s the checklist.
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0A: Sample Test 1
0B: Sample Test 2
Notes: Example notes.

1A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
1B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing (Language 1)
1C: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing (Language 2)
Notes: Bilingual, scanned while speaking English and German.

2A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
2B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Subject was in a state of fear at time of scan. Terminated post-scan.

3A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
3B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Neutral when scanned. Control 1.

4A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
4B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Subject was awoken from nap pre-scan. Resumed nap post-scan.

5A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
5B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Complained of hunger pre-scan. Satiated post-scan with the termination of Subject 10.

6A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
6B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Fell asleep during the “At Rest” portion of the scan. Scan gave reading of brain activity during slumber.

7A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
7B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Neutral when scanned, designated as control.

8A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
8B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Neutral when scanned. Control 2.

9A: Standard Jissou Larva, at rest.
9B: Standard Jissou Larva, vocalizing.
Notes: Neutral during scan.

10A: Standard Jissou Larva. At rest.
10B: Standard Jissou Larva. Talking.
Notes: Last subject in allotted time. Scan Compromised. Subject defecated inside MRI, compromising scan and nearly damaging the MRI. Terminated post-scan. CONFIRMED: Damage to left parietal lobe impedes coherent speech.

Total subjects: 13. 3 subjects, Subjects 11, 12, & 13, lost during an effort to get Subject 2 to cooperate during scanning, resulting in Subject 2’s panicked state during the scan. Subject 2 and 10 terminated post scan.
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I would have to look at the printed scans, as well as the digital copies, when I got back to my apartment. Just from the first scans on each category, I could see that the results were fairly consistent. In all cases, at least the left parietal lobe lit up during the speaking parts of the scan.

I waited until 6:23. By then, the office was closed, and the only people in the building were Dr. Zinzi and I. I was starting to think Zinzi ditched me and snuck out the back door. I guessed that I would have to leave the 50+ Jissou here for right now. I was just about to pack up and head for my car when the front door opened.

Standing in the doorway was a man around my height, if not slightly shorter. His short hair had gone gray long ago; it was difficult to determine what hair color he had before. Below his gray handlebar mustache, he had smile on his face that reminded me of a happy old grandfather. He wore a brown plaid sports jacket and pants, suede shoes, and topped off the whole crazy outfit with a purple bowtie with various animals, like frogs, fish, and the like, all over it. If I had run into this guy on the street, I might have thought him to be a quirky old man who somehow got out of his retirement home. Fortunately, I knew better.

It was my employer, Carl Westin, PhD. Vertebrate Biology. He’s from the Smithsonian Biology Department, like me. In fact, he is actually in charge of the group of scientists dedicated to studying Jissou. This quirky man is seen as a joke in the eyes of some, and as a mad genius in the eyes of others. He is known for his eccentric behavior and very unusual dress code, but he is best known for his 2008 best-selling book “The Jissou Horde and You: A How-to Guide on Preventing Total Ecological Meltdown.”

He’s busy coordinating events, keeping track of inventory, and heads several committees, so he rarely exits his office or much less the building. Why he dropped by to see me at a vet’s office was beyond me.

“Hey, ***********!” (Name modified and removed by verdict of Randall v. Smithsonian)

“Um… Hi, Doctor! …What are you doing here?”

“Mr. Zinzi just gave me a call, told me you in the neighborhood.”

“No, why are you here?”

“I’ve been looking for you for two weeks now!”

“How come?”

“The project you submitted! You got the grant, my boy!”

Oh yeah. Back when I was beginning my research, I submitted a request for grant money. I needed funding for what would have been the biggest experiment to date. My experiment was fairly simple: I would get an acre of land and cordon it off to keep outside interference to a minimum. I would then release Jissou larvae and children into the land and see how they do. I would keep my own interaction with the population to a minimum while I observed the Jissou in the wild, monitoring social patterns, behaviors, and the like. All of this was for one goal: to see if a stable society made entirely of Jissou could exist. Living alone and on a tight budget, I needed funding for such a grand undertaking. Something like a million dollars for the all the equipment, land, test subjects, and payment for employees. I submitted my request to the Smithsonian, and waited. I did not even receive a letter of rejection. I thought either the committee did not take me seriously, or my request got so tangled up in red tape that it died before it reached them.

Without the funding I needed, I proceeded with some experiments that would hopefully resolve a personal curiosity regarding the maggots and the short time it takes for them to learn a language. Once that was answered, I would test to see if brain enhancement would improve the outcome of the first experiment.
After that, I would have tested the psychology of the children Jissou. If I received my funding, however, I could do what I wanted to do when I first started my research.

“That’s good! But one question.”

“Fire away,” said the jolly old man with a smile.

“Why didn’t you just send me a letter saying that I got my funding? It would have been easier than trying to find me and deliver me the news in person.”

The old man’s smile faded, replaced with an expression mixed with mild disappointment and "why didn't I think of that?"

"I just thought it would mean more if I delivered it in person."

In case you’re wondering, for as serious a professional as this guy is, he still does not have an E-mail address, much less a personal computer. Yeah, this guy still uses a typewriter from the 1960’s to write papers. It’s like he’s stuck in a time warp. Must be a good typewriter…

After he delivered me the good news, bid me good luck on my next experiment and left. I had to make a few calls. First, I had to secure that acre of land, and second, contact several assistants and my colleagues. I’ll start by contacting one not too far away. He works at a pet store and was recently hired to be an assistant at the Smithsonian. Oh, I know he’s going to enjoy this one!

End Part 9

Part 10: Eliminating Unwanted Variables.

After short car ride on a gravel road, I pulled up at my destination: a grass field, about 20 miles outside of the city. Basically, a 1 square acre empty lot. Perfect for the biggest experiment of our careers. It would be here that we could unlock the mysteries of the Jissou mind and finally determine their true intelligence. But before I could do that, I and the other researchers had to do some things.

After I learned that I received the grant, I called several of my colleagues and as many of our assistants as possible. I told all who would respond to meet around 6:45 PM at Dr. Zinzi’s office. In all, three researchers and five assistants returned my call. More than enough. But then, we would need all the man power we could get. Setting up the fence, monitoring equipment, and habitation would be quite a job; we would have to work from now till noon the next day!

The first order of business was to transport the Jissou, all 60-70 of them, to a temporary storage facility and to store them until we are ready. Three of the researchers agreed to attend to the task of defending the subjects and making sure that their needs were met. Oh, and they didn’t get to kill any until they were on site. Lucky them. Judging that the research subjects have been asleep since 7:00 PM the previous day, the drugs should be wearing off and the little rats should have woken up by the time they reached storage. Sleeping for 24 hours would give anybody really intense hunger pangs.

The next order of business was to secure fencing, wire, posts, and most importantly: a few trailers or RVs to serve as our bunks and laboratories for the course of the experiment. One researcher and four of the assistants attended to those matters. We needed all the muscle we could get for that one.
The next chore we needed to do is obtain and install monitoring equipment, to check up on the Jissou and make sure that nobody’s interfering with the experiment. The final assistant went to do that.

And all that left was me. And I got the messiest job of all. My little chore is to clear the field of any wild Jissouseki. If I did not do this, the natives would have probably have killed our Jissou before the experiment could really begin. That would be bad. I had to search high and low for them too, apparently. That was already a task as is, if you look at the average population of the area. Considering that the time was 9:00 o’ clock at night, it was pitch black, and I had about five hours before everybody met at the site with the supplies and specimens, it was going to be a grueling experience. To top it off, I could not use a firearms or gas grenades thanks to new zoning laws. Hell, I couldn’t even use a bug bomb. Fortunately, I had just downed a can of Jolt on the way over there and brought a new toy to play with, although I don’t think the
Jissou liked it as much as I did.

Chronic insomnia, for me, is both a curse and a blessing. It sucks because you cannot fall asleep, when you want; leaving you extremely tired the next day. The good part about it is that in these sleep deprived states, I experience sudden leaps of genius. One night, about two years before my studies of the Jissou began, I wanted to build something really cool, and potentially dangerous. That’s when I remembered a present I received years ago.

On my 19th birthday, a friend of mine gave me an expensive, overpowered flashlight. At 4100 lumens, it can cook eggs, set fire to paper, and melt plastic in seconds. It does this through an intensely bright 100W halogen bulb with a highly efficient reflector. That’s when I had an idea for a weaponized flashlight. Two years of sleepless nights, a lot of dumpster diving, countless minor injuries, several charity cases, and three electrical burns later, I had finally completed what I wanted: a death ray. Yes, a death ray.

For the death ray, also called a “light cannon”, I added four 100W halogen bulbs and added them to a highly reflective custom made metal case with a larger version of the reflector. Several heat treated lens fitted into an old camera telescopic lens allowed me to focus the light into a narrow beam that can go for quite some distance, all without shattering the lens. I can also control where the focal point of the light is. For example, while the power cord, the tether to the power suppy, lets me go out only to about 50 meters, with the lens I can burn something 76 meters away. This also allows me to determine the strength of the gun. If I want to just light up something 9 meters away at low power, I can set the focal point to about 27 meters. Finally, I could remove the lens and get a thin, concentrated beam with its built in parabolic reflector. To help determine which one I need, one of the lamps turns on to allow me to line up the focal point to the target.

To keep the gun from overheating, I built three large cooling fans into the frame and installed a water cooling system, the pump for which fit into an old backpack. For power, I hooked it up to a small generator, a rechargeable car battery, and a home-made transformer to convert the power to the right voltage. It was the only thing that could power the bulbs and the coolant pump and still have more than 5 minutes of operation. Connecting the power source to the cannon was a high grade electrical wire. It would allow me to be tethered to the power supply, but not have to wear the power pack on my back, which would hold a potential acid burn. To top it all off, I mounted the cannon on an adjustable tri-pod so I did not have to hold it during operation.

To control the firing mechanisms, I used a custom made controller. I did this in case the gun ever got too hot to hold, which it would. I made it out of an old paintball pistol, and added several switches. A switch where the trigger would have been was the fire switch, and two switches would allow me to control the fans and the coolant pumps.

The gun looks like a thick foot and a half long flash light with an adjustable lens to focus the light into a narrow beam, mounted on top of a camera tripod. It’s heavy as all hell, so I made it into a turret weapon. It is a working prototype; I actually ignited a piece of paper from ten feet away after five seconds exposure. With the pump and four cooling fans, this makeshift deathray is really loud. For at least 11 weeks, it sat in my closet gathering dust.

Now I found an excellent way to test its effectiveness.

During the course of this job, I will have the illumination of my car, 15 meters away, behind me. It helped to allow me to see while setting up the cannon. After hooking up the cannon to the power supply and feeding the generator some gasoline and starting it, I was ready.

I had to draw the Jissouseki out into the open, out of the high grass and into the focal point of my death ray. The first thing I needed to do is make a clearing for the trap. The trap was simple, other than the deathray. It was a clearing with a collection of Jissou food pellets. First, I had to make the clearing.

I set the focal point of the light cannon to 42 meters away, aimed at the ground, and initiated the cooling and power system. I heard the fans pulled what felt like all the air around me into the case. To myself, I began a countdown from 5.

5…4…3…2…1…FIRE!

The moment I flipped the fire switch on my remote, a bright circle of light a 30 centimeters in diameter appeared 121 centimeters in front of me. By bright, I mean roughly 5 times brighter than natural sunlight at high noon on a clear day. Good thing I wore eye protection, otherwise I might have gotten eye damage. I saw the tall grass warp, dry out, turn black, combust, and crumble into ash. All in the space of twenty seconds. This gun makes shit burn.

I switched off the cannon and walked back to my car to get the bait: a big bag of Jissou food pellets. When I came back to the clearing and opened the bag with my pocket knife and almost immediately got a response.

“I smell food, desu,” chirped a distant voice. It was
accompanied with unintelligible chirps, squeaks, and coos. There is a large population of Jissou in this field, I thought.

Good thing I brought some firepower.

I poured the contents of the bag into the scorched clearing, making a large pile of Jissou food about a foot high. I hear rustling, and I see dark shapes moving in the grass towards the clearing. And just in time. My first guest had just arrived.

Time to make Archimedes look bad.

The first one to investigate was an adult. In the dim light of my car’s headlights, they look even more disgusting that usual. Her beady eyes reflected the light back at me, making them appear to glow. I could see a trickle of drool running from her hare-lipped mouth. She almost immediately began consuming all of the food she could. If I didn’t do something, she would not leave anything else for the others, but the death ray was a bit much. So I kicked her like a soccer ball.

With a cry of ‘DESUUUUUUUUUU!” she flew a good 4 meters. I heard the grass crunch down as she landed and rolled in the field some distance away. I think I heard her get up, but she was so far away that it would take a while for her to make it back. I decided that it would be worth the wait.

Within about a minute, at least 30 other adults, one with an erect, pulsing phallus as big as it was, made their way to the clearing, as well as a massive number of children and maggots. I couldn’t tell you the exact number, as I was not sure. It could have been anywhere from 40 to 100 individuals, if not more.

I readied the death ray. As the Jissou jumped on the pile and began eating to their heart’s content, I was selecting the death ray’s first victim. I finally found the right one.
She was a child Jissou the size of a small soda can. With her eyes adjusted to the dark, she could at least see my outline. She posed, and chirped, “Hi Mr. Man techuuu~!” I could barely make out what she said over the roar of the fans. I made my adjustments to the lens, and pointed the gun at her. Good thing I have heat resistant gloves, or I would have burnt my hands on the metal.

I readied the trigger.

One second she’s there…

*wink*“Tech-“

*Click* FWOOOM!

The next, she wasn’t. Instead, a bright circle about 10 centimeters in diameter it up the ground where she stood. I turned off the light to catch the effects. I would probably not have been able to see if it was not for my car’s headlights. The little Jissou was vaporized instantly. All that was left of her was a carbonized shadow burnt into a two inch circle of glass, catching her last pose, trying to win the heart of an unsympathetic human with a new toy to play with.

I heard the cries from others nearby. Some of the children staggered about here and there, with the maggots crawling in multiple directions. I could understand why. The light from the gun would probably blind me for about two hours if I looked directly into it without eye protection for a second, and mess up my vision for the rest of my life. As we all know, Jissou have much lower tolerances than the average human. In other words, one second of indirect exposure to the light ray = total blindness.

In the chaos surrounding the carbonized child, all hell had broken loose. It was originally going to be a feeding frenzy. Now that the light cannon had made its introduction, it became pandemonium. Adults, children, and maggots alike began pumping out small hills made of green slime. As some of the children stumbled around in a world that had suddenly gone all white for them, some of the other children began attacking them. Like the maggot horde. A group of about 40 maggots jumped on one of their blinded sisters and tore her apart in mere seconds. There were others taking advantage of the new weaknesses of the children, like the adults, who were popping maggots and children, blind or not, into their mouths like M & M’s. The one with the phallus began whacking off and the other adults started pumping out maggots like crazy. It was about as close to hell on earth as I had seen; a bonanza extravaganza of shitting, eating, cannibalizing, birthgiving, infanticide, cumming, shit eating, and violence. I might say a “dance of the devils,” and me, Lucifer himself, making them dance to my own tune with my unholy tools.

In the middle of the chaos, the adult with the massive dick got over exited and grabbed one of the child Jissou. It penetrated its catch’s asshole with all 23 centimeters of its pulsating cock. The child didn’t even stand a chance, didn’t even have time to scream out. One minute it’s overseeing its little sisters in the middle of the most chaotic scene of its life, the next it’s being worn like a living condom. I made new adjustments to the cannon and aimed it at the phallused adult, who was obviously enjoying himself with his still struggling pocket pussy. I set the power of the gun a little lower by setting the focal point out to 65 meters, even though the target was less than 2 meters away. It would be less like a magnifying glass and more like a high powered search light.

*click*

It did not do as much damage this time around. But then again, I didn’t want it to vaporize. What I wanted was something far more entertaining. The light was a really wide circle, about 60 centimeters across. It blinded the adult almost instantly. The child fared far worse. As the water in its body began to heat up, it began to emit steam. As it emitted steam, it began to contract from dehydration. In other words, it had become a shrinking flesh condom. The adult obviously liked this so much that it was not going to escape the light. He began panting heavily and sweating up a storm. In fact, he was having so much fun that he ejaculated. A stream of white fluid squirted out of the end of his twitching phallus and shot 91 centimeters into the air. It landed just behind me. Man, he was a gusher. I would have gotten a mouthful of its hot man-chowder if I hadn’t stepped out of the way. But the effects of the light were more far reaching. It fused the child Jissou to the phallus. It was now pretty much a part of the adult as his dick, and it was still contracting. As it shrank, it tightened its grip, and increasing the range of the (for lack of a better word) cum-cannon. The next ejaculation went out 1 meter, the next 2 meters, the next 4 meters. The next squirt, I heard a bullet of hot sticky splooge splatter on the windshield of a nearby car.

Wait. It was my car! Son of a bitch! Oh well. I’ll clean it off later.

Within about a minute of being exposed, the adult began to break out in water blisters as it received one nasty sunburn. It didn’t seem to care, though. Until the flesh condom squeezed so tightly that it closed his urethra, that is. The next time he came, the splooge had nowhere to go. He shit himself and filled his panties with thick green slime. It looked as painful as it did pleasurable.

Let me give you an analogy. Let’s assume that you’re trying to run water through a fire hose that’s stitched shut just before the nozzle. Eventually, it was going to burst. I switched off the light to see it happen.

The adult came again. This time, the lower half of his dick swelled like a water balloon. Everything above the child had been squeezed so tightly that it cut off the blood supply, turning the glans a dark blue. With no way out the conventional way, the splooge had to go somewhere.

And then the adult came again. His balls swelled to massive size.

The adult looked like a mess. His eyes overflowed with red and green tears, and he was sitting on a pile of shit almost as tall as he was. He had lost a significant amount of his body mass, and he would eventually die anyway. But this way would ensure a very entertaining death.

He came once more.

This time, his balls exploded like cum-filled water balloons, splattering ejaculate on the ground beneath him. It let out an anguished “DECHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” and fell face forward. Then the really funny part began.

He shit himself so much that could not come out all at once. His liquid feces shot out in a jet, shit tearing through his panties and launching the adult forward like a fat, bleeding rocket. He flew around, randomly hitting objects and other Jissou. Finally, after a thirty second flight where he killed about twenty maggots, several children, and even another adult Jissou, a dried, withered husk of the adult Jissou landed on the ground. His once gargantuan dick was now a broken shriveled husk the thickness and length of a pencil.

The other Jissouseki in the field shit themselves at the sight of such a violent death. Several that were not in shock at the whole spectacle did the smart thing and ran away. I had become the angel of death in their eyes, come to spread my message of death, woe, and destruction, of fire and brimstone.

As I adjusted the beam for another shot, I felt a slight tapping on my shoe. I looked down. It was a child Jissou, punching and kicking with as much gusto as it could muster.

“Stop hurting us, techi! You’re a monster techi! Leave us alone techiiiii!”

Screw the others, you’re next.

I kicked the little one back into the range of the cannon. As she got back up, I made my adjustments the lens and the orientation of the cannon, and fired. The ground around her started smoking. The child screamed as she got the worst sunburn of her life.

“HOT TECHYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

I turned off the light cannon to view the gruesome results of the cannon. There was small circle of molten glass, but no carbonized shadow.

Fuck, I missed! Or did I?

Although the little Jissou stepped out of the way of the cannon, her proximity to the focal point ensured that she received serious second-degree burns from the light reflecting off the ground. Her green clothing was reduced to a pile of ashes, and the tuft of hair on her forehead and the back of her head had been burned away. Her skin was a charred red, eyes scorched, and serous fluid began accumulating under her skin. Even her tear ducts had been scorched beyond usefulness; she couldn’t even cry.

“Mama… Mama... It hurts techi… Can’t see… techi… I want my mommy techiiiiiiiii! Sohmbdy khelp meh pleaje dehiii!”

She became less coherent as the water blisters increased in size. Within a few minutes, she became a one really big walking blister. She looked morbidly obese, but what looked like fat was actually one giant blister filled with serous fluid. She couldn’t even move her legs correctly anymore; to move forward, she had to rock from side to side. Her breathing had gone from labored to wheezing as blisters formed in her throat.
“Hee… Hee…. Hee… Heee…”

As she waddled away from me, I saw that a maggot was crawling towards her. Needless to say, the child could not see it.

“Hungry refu.”

The maggot leapt at the waddling water blister and sank its developing teeth into it.

SPLOOSH!

The blister burst, filling the maggot’s airways with serous fluid. The child, now critically wounded and missing most of her body fluids, collapsed to the ground. She was bright pink from the terrible burns it received, and red and green blood spilled out of every square millimeter of her. It died a few seconds after popping. The maggot wasn’t faring much better. Choking and writhing on the ground, it drowned in the drained blister fluid with a last cry of “REbububububububuuuuU!”

I was making preparations to fire again when I heard cooing and cries of “refu!” by my left foot. It was not just a maggot; it was a large group of them, consisting of at least 40 individuals. It could have been the same group that mauled one of the blind children. They were trying to climb up my shoe and get inside my pant leg, where they could happily satiate their hunger on any soft tissue that they may find there, using the pressure applied by my pant legs as traction to climb upward. Basically, imagine myiasis, but with the parasites being bigger than a botfly maggot and behaving like screwfly larvae. Yes, when hormones are pumping and everybody’s worked up into a feeding frenzy, even the lowly grub is capable of lashing out in unexpected ways. As much as I love the idea of having my genitals chewed on by hungry, teething maggots, I had a job to do.

“I’ll ignore them for now,” I thought to myself. “I’ll start worrying about them when I start feeling sharp pains in my leg.”

I made the adjustments to the lens, and flipped the fire switch. This time, I held the back of the turret with my hand, protected by a heat resistant glove. I made a sweeping motion with the beam, from side to side. The beam burned the top of an adult Jissou’s head, spilling scrambled brains onto the ground where she fell. The next sweep, I lit the food pile on fire, sending some of the Jissou running away on fire, their mouths on fire with burning food pellets. I hit a group of fleeing children in one sweep, the focused light incinerating their clothing and cutting the naked Jissou in half like an industrial laser. I hit a patch of tall grass where some Jissou were hiding, igniting it. Through the crackle of the flames, I could hear the screams of burning children and maggots, crying for their mothers as the heat consumed their bodies like a ravenous beast.

When I had completed five sweeps, I turned the cannon off so I didn’t start a fire. The last thing I needed was to call the fire department for a grass fire that was burning beyond control. If it did that, I could have revealed the location of the experiment. If I revealed the location of the experiment, I would have significantly raised the chances of our specimens being “liberated” by anybody who may find our experiment unethical.

I made my preparations to fire once more, and adjusted the lens to hit a fleeing Jissou adult and several children. When I flipped the switch, I managed to hit the fleeing adult in the group.

Please allow me to geek out and explain the science behind this hit, because the end result was hilarious, and will enlighten you to some fun facts. The focused light beam struck the target in the back. When I did so, the focused electromagnetic waves heated the water inside the Jissou’s body from around 38° C (Average Jissouseki Body Temperature) to around 250° C (about 2.5x hotter than water’s boiling point!) in seconds. The result: that water in the Jissou’s body began to boil. The Jissou suddenly stopped.

“De?”

As I held the beam on the target, I began to see large bubbles form under the Jissou’s skin as increasing amounts of water was brought to a boil. Then, a massive bubble in the chest cavity could no longer be contained. It exited the body explosively, leaving only everything below the waist intact. The lower part of the body began twitching wildly as the reflexes activated. They didn’t last that long; most of the muscles and nerves had been hard boiled by the light cannon.

TL;DR, *click* “De?” *POOM!* *Twitch twitch*

As I adjusted the cannon to hit the children, I heard a click and the fans started winding down. When I made the light cannon, I included a failsafe that consisted of a strip of metal with different alloys on both sides. One side of the strip expands more than the other when heated. The effect is that the metal strip bends away from its contact point, breaking the circuit. It’s the same way your toaster works. In summary, the gun overheated. Nothing worked, not even the cooling fans. I checked the liquid cooling lines, and found that it was so hot that the coolant had a temperature near its boiling point.

Needless to say, I could not use the gun for a while. On top of this, about seven of the maggots that were trying to swarm into my pants were crawling up my leg, looking for soft flesh to bite into. A few were already gumming the skin on my leg. As I watched, several children were guiding the maggots in a common direction, and were even helping the maggots up my shoe. They were attempting to funnel them into my pant legs as a diversion so the others could escape. I could hear their chirping.

“Mr. Man tastes funny, refu.”

“Climb up here techi.”

“Mr. Man is tall refu.”

“Techi techi!”

“So hungry refu.”

“There’s food up there, techi.”

The maggots were not at all coordinated. There was no strategy to their movements. They weren’t splitting up to different areas while following the paths of least resistance in the pants or contours of my leg, or crawling in a common direction. They were crawling around in random directions, one even going almost horizontally, around my thigh. The grubs were not really working towards a common goal. They were just a bunch of unorganized individuals attacking the nearest living thing that was relatively still. The only complaint I had was that I would likely have to throw away my pants. They were leaving cold slime trails that stung in the cold night air as they travelled around my leg.

The seven in my pant leg were not that big of an issue. In fact, I think it was adorable that they were getting lost on my leg. The maggots trying to climb into my pant legs, and the children guiding them were another matter. Unfortunately for them, they were in dangerous proximity to my feet.

I feel this warrants a song. It’s an old song, but it’s effective and I made my own little modifications to suit the little grubs’ fate. Hope you like!

These shoes are made for crushing, and that’s just what they’ll do! Today’s the day these shoes will crush every one of you!

In all seriousness, they all made a delightful crunching noise as I ground them into the earth. The children were far from pleased, however.

“Maggot-chan!”

“Why did you do that techi?”

“Mr. Man is evil techi!”

“Shut up.” I said quietly. My irritation was building.

“Monster techi!”

Shut up.

“I’ll make you pay for what you did to Maggot-chan techi!”

SHUT UP.

“Maggot-chan was too cute to die techi! You deserve to die techi!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed. I felt hot as the blood rushed to my face. This was the first time in my time of studying them that I felt genuine anger towards a subject.

The children near me shit themselves and went blue. I thought my message came across.

Just then, I heard a splat. I looked down and see that a Jissou had thrown its feces at me. It hit my white shirt. Then another. Then another. Suddenly, from the grass, Jissou were throwing all kinds of objects at me. Their dung, sticks, berries, rocks, you name it. I put up with the onslaught until one of the adults snuck around from behind me and leapt on me, defecating wildly. Then another threw itself at me. Then, one jumped and sank its teeth into my hand.

I felt hot all over. Now, this Jissou had just struck a nerve. Normally, I’m fairly patient, putting up with their childish antics, but it had just crossed a line. I wanted to pay it back for its misdeed.

I shook it off easily enough. I was going to really kick its ass. Then it hit me.

SPLAT. Right in the face.

In that instant, something broke off inside me. Something shook off the bonds of civilization and broke free. Something primal. Something animal. I felt myself become consumed with hatred. I felt my blood begin to boil, my heart pounding loud enough to hear inside my head. I could feel my muscles tense up, eagerly anticipating a bloodbath. A taste for blood in my mouth.That Jissou. I wanted to really hurt it. No, not hurt it. Not good enough. Destroy it. Yes, destroy it. Destroy. DESTROY.

“RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!”

I grabbed one of my attackers and tore its head off. I grabbed a child and threw it hard against the ground. Another adult, impaled on a tree. Another child, its head crushed between my teeth. A group of maggots, smashed with a nearby rock. A child Jissou, squeezed so hard that every bone in its body had broken. Screams. Yes, scream all you want, it won’t save any you. Fear. Fear me, the bringer of your destruction. Panic. Run as fast as you can cowards, it won’t save you. That awful smell. That’s all you’re good for: eating, shitting, and producing more of thine cursed breed. Pain. Taste the punishment I bringest upon thou. Suffering. Yes, suffer for thine evil deeds. Death. Die. DIE. DIE. DIE, YOU LITTLE FUCKS. YOU DON’T DESERVE YOUR LIVES. I THIRST FOR YOUR BLOOD, AND LONG FOR YOUR ANNIHILATION.

Who am I? I am stimulus, response. I am your fears, your drive for sex, your will to survive. I am your most basic instincts. I exist within all of you. None of you can escape me. Eons of evolution couldn’t destroy me. Thousands of years of “civilization” couldn’t tame me. I am the real Alpha, the real Omega. Your Inner Beast, unfettered and unstoppable.

It feels good to be free.

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When I finally came to my senses, I found myself in a field of corpses. My hands were dripping with the blood, tears, gore, and feces of my Jissou victims. In front of me was what was at one time an adult Jissou. In my rage, I had reduced to a puddle of blood, tears, shit, and bone fragments.

I looked at my watch, but couldn’t read it because of the blood smeared all over it. I wiped it clean with my sleeve. Apparently, only two hours had passed since my arrival. I looked around. The Jissou, all of them, had been torn apart. Judging from the blood on my hands, I am the one who killed them. I realized what had just happened to me. I had just experienced a JIHBP.

JIHBP is slang among Jissou researchers. It’s an acronym standing for Jissouseki Induced Hyper Aggressive Phenomenon. We’re using it as temporary diagnosis for the sudden feelings of rage humans get around Jissouseki after prolonged periods of time. It’s triggered by a pheromone that Jissou emit. For them, the pheromone is a scent marker, allowing Jissou to identify others of their own kind. In humans, it triggers aggressive behavior. It makes the person in question easier to provoke around the source of the pheromone. This explains why people who are normally animal lovers would kill torture a Jissou to death. The problem is compounded by the fact that Jissou produce more of the pheromone when under stress. When the person receives a megadose of the pheromone, like I did, he enters the hyper-aggressive stage. During this stage, the subject becomes a mindless Jissou killing machine, actively hunting down and killing all the Jissou he can see. The Jissou only produce the pheromone while they’re still alive, so killing the source kills the pheromone production, allowing the subject to regain control, although still agitated.

As I worked out of my hyper-aggressive state, I walked over to the death ray. I flipped the power on. The pump began whirring and the fans roared to life. Still works. I was about to shut it down and pack up when I heard a voice coming from underneath the tripod.

“Sc-sc-sc-scary techiiii…”

It was a child Jissou, stained in blood, feces, and tears. She hid under the tripod during the blood bath. I picked it up. She stopped acting scared and became elated. She blushed and tried to look as cute as she could be.

“Techuuu~… Is Mr. Man feeling better, techuuuu?”

Trying to butter me up so I will take you home, huh? Okay, I’ll play along. I smiled and acted like I wasn’t going to hurt it while slowly removing the lens off the death ray. I could not get an accurate gauge on where the focal point would be, so I would use the parabolic mirror.

I got behind the cannon, winded my arm back, and threw the Jissou forward at a high angle.

“TECHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!”

I followed the small greenclad child as she flew like a baseball, when she let out a jet of shit strong enough to keep herself airborne. I guess she thought that using the fecal rocket would save her. I was about to prove her wrong. When I felt I had the cannnon’s sights lined up with her, I flipped the fire switch.

*click*

Suddenly, the Jissou’s scream was cut short and it burst into flame. I followed her position as the flaming ball fell back towards the ground. I never saw her land. I kept the beam focused on the little green aviator for so long that it disappeared in a puff of smoke about 3.6 meters off the ground.

POOF!

After that little diversion, I turned off the cannon, cut the power, and began packing up. I was able to put the cannon in the trunk of my car and the generator in the back seat.

Well, I’m done with my job for right now. I guess I’ll just lay a towel down in the drivers’ seat of my car and take a nap until everybody else arrives. I’ll need however much sleep I can get; we’re going to be working on setting up everything probably from 12:00 to 6:00. Then, we’ll get at least six hours of sleep and move the Jissou occupants into their new home.

Until next time…

End Part 10.

Excellent! Time for my contribution!



Setting Up Project Civilization J

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I never got to tell you my name did I? Well, I'm Kevin ****** (Name [also] modified and removed by verdict of Randall v. Smithsonian for the safety of the employed scientists). Right now I'm at a warehouse where the jissousekis Professor *********** managed to get. The two professors with me seem to be relying on me, since I have had more hands-on experience with jissous. There were three boxes, each with a label on which class the jissous were rated at. The first one I was attending to at the moment were labeled Class C, an average grade jissou. They were usually quite stupid, but unlike the majority of their brethren, had the sense to not to anger anyone.

When the first batch woke up, about twenty jissou kids all the size of a small beer can, they all looked at me through the plastic box.

"Mr. Man, I'm hungry, techi~! Do you have food?" One cried out beseechingly, managing to rearrange it's sleepy features to look rather cute.

"I'm hungry too!"

"Does that mean WE are hungry, desu?"

"Yes, food for us please?"

Wow, they managed to agree in unison. The profs behind me are noting that rather loudly.

"I have food," I confirmed, much to their surprise and happiness, "But I want you all to take only enough for yourself. No eating any of your siblings or pooping in the cage."

All nodded frantically, a lot of them were drooling by now as they watched me set a plate of jissou pellets piled high on the corner of the cage. I gave them the consent to eat and they all swarmed to the source of food. Dozens shoved a few pellets into their mouths and got a few more into their skirts. Satified and thanking me for the food, they settled down into small groups as they discussed their predicament.

"I wonder where we are, desu..."

"Maybe we are going to a home?"

"Techaa! I hope so!"

I move on, this time to a cage (Class B) with a little over thirty grubs and five jissou children, setting food for them as they began to wake. I close the cage quickly to mute the noise they'll eventually make. The profs behind me held PDAs as they joined to watch how the jissous would react.

To my surprise, and the profs behind me, the kids were the first to wake up and sated themselves first. Then as the grubs woke up one by one, the children were herded in groups of six by one of the jissou children and were fed pellets. The jissous, having filled their stomachs began to wonder about their situation, while taking care of their larvae-like brothers and sisters; rubbing their bellies, cleaning their messes, herding them around for exercise. These were definitely B Class jissous, they cared for their young and were obviously very smart considering they had divided the food equally for all of them.

I headed over the last cage, this time a Class A, holding about fifteen Jissousekis. These were calmly eating their food, chirping a few suggestions here and there. One was actually doing calisthenics, another was neatly arranging food pellets according to freshness and eating the oldest ones first. Yep, we've got smart ones for this batch.

About six hours later, we got the call to start moving them over. We managed to get the cargo into our van without alerting the occupants inside to the fact they were being moved. The boxes were equipped with a nozzle for a small sleeping gas, the agent would knock them out for an hour or so, giving us time to place them into their new home.

When we got out of the van, we saw a solid wire and wood fence being erected, a large array of tiny cameras being coded and wired for placement in the enclosed area. Four RVs were stationed nearby, and Professor *********** was talking to a police officer. The officer spotted us and greeted us neutrally.

"You folks sure about this, right?" He asked gruffly as he watched another batch of cameras were brought into the forest to be placed, "If the PETA gets a wind of this..."

"No problem," said ***********, who upon closer examination was covered in jissou blood, feces, and bits and pieces of the jissous that had been cleared and placed into an incineration bin.

"We've got a state grant for this, and corporate folks got security guys stationed to make sure the fences are breached," continued Professor *********** nonchalantly as he washed his hands in a bucket of water, "We'll be here for a few months at the very least."

"Alright then," nodded the officer as he began to walk off, "My wifes in the PETA org, she'll tell me if anything happens." Seeing my confused expression, he quickly explained that his daughter had a well-behaved wild jissou stomped to death by some hooligans, prompting her to join PETA, and his wife joined, simply to make sure their daughter wasn't going to go extremist like a few members had gone. The officer left with a wave.

A bunch of cardboard boxes and bits of cloth were placed haphazardly and randomly throughout the enclosure, for the jissous to find. Preliminary findings, done by yours truly, in the enclosure had shown there was a small clean shallow water source a dozen meters away from the clearing that Professor *********** had cleared out and a large number of nut-bearing trees and a few fruit bushes. A large number of insect life existed as well. Batches of edible herbs and plants littered the enclosure. Another water source, a thin shallow river a little under a meter wide snaked from the main spring near the clearing to an underground tunnel. Minnows also were plentiful.

All in all an excellent place to see if jissous can form a well-formed community that can survive in this place. Insects and small animals would prove to be a deadly adversary, but they could be fended off. But if the jissous could not survive here, then it wasn't going to be their fault.

"Where are the subjects?" Asked Professor *********** as he exchanged his gore-splattered ones for some spares.

"In the van," I replied, "We can knock them out anytime."

*********** nodded, "Once we finish setting up the network. Good job Kevin."

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"In the chaos surrounding the carbonized child, all hell had broken loose. It was originally going to be a feeding frenzy. Now that the light cannon had made its introduction, it became pandemonium. Adults, children, and maggots alike began pumping out small hills made of green slime. As some of the children stumbled around in a world that had suddenly gone all white for them, some of the other children began attacking them. Like the maggot horde. A group of about 40 maggots jumped on one of their blinded sisters and tore her apart in mere seconds. There were others taking advantage of the new weaknesses of the children, like the adults, who were popping maggots and children, blind or not, into their mouths like M & M’s. The one with the phallus began whacking off and the other adults started pumping out maggots like crazy. It was about as close to hell on earth as I had seen; a bonanza extravaganza of shitting, eating, cannibalizing, birthgiving, infanticide, cumming, shit eating, and violence. I might say a “dance of the devils,” and me, Lucifer himself, making them dance to my own tune with my unholy tools. "

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ALLAH AKBAR MOHAMMAD! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Hey WitchDoctor, whats going to happen to the Jissou Savant Maggot? I suggest keeping it alive. Also, the large dog-sized maggots may be capable of giving birth to Child jissou-sized maggots.

I also would suggest you DON'T add the transparent Mother and the Big Maggots. The Mother has been abused to the point where her mind is almost a blank, and the grubs will devour all their siblings in sight. The rest of them [jissou] are about in this order:

Grade C: 20 Children

Grade B: 30 Maggots, 5 Children

Grade A: 10 Children, 5 Adults

In all seventy jissousekis.

For those who have no idea what the Grading means:

C: Bog Standard stupid, but has the actual capability to learn.

B: Above average smart, has slightly more eloquence.

A: Smart and very Smart.

A jissou civilisation... I would give all my life's savings to a flash game!

As would I, Herr Doctor. As would I.

It was only a few years after the Jisso pet craze hit the united states that there was a certain incident that occured. My name isn't important, and neither is my town. This incident was not well known either, and was regarded as a legend, as it all happened so fast that you had to have lived here to have experienced it. Anyway, this is our story.

It was just another morning. Last night I was partying hard, so I slept way past noon. A friend of mine came by, and forced his way inside by getting the key I usually left underneath one of the plants roots in the flower box. The bastard must have been spying on me. I was having a steamy dream about the hot neighbor chick, when suddenly she said "Techi!" I bolted awake by such a loud shriek, and opened my eyes. As they focused, I was staring at a short, stumpy, stubby-limbed, beady-eyed girl. She had a hairy lip and mouth that looked like a triangle. I saw someone in the room, so turned my head on my pillow to look up at him bleerily. "What the hell was that sound?"

"Techyaaaa!" The strange doll squeaked, her green and red beady eyes become crescents from fatty cheeks as her mouth opens to look cute, revealing smoker's teeth. "AHHHHHHHOLYFUCK!!!!" I let out a scream and rolled out of bed to escape it. She immediately emptied her bowels in her white panties, loud rippings of farts accompanied them, and cried out "TECHI!!" while red and green tears flowed out of her eyes and white mucous dribbled out of her nose. Her face had turned a bluish purple, and the green sludge was dripping onto my WHITE SHEETS. My friend that had brought her in started laughing hysterically. "Hot damn that was awesome. I totally got you. Jesus christ, why'd you crap? I told you not to do that!" He took out a rolled up magazine and slapped her horizontally against the head with great vigor.

"Teeeeeeeeeen!!!" She rolled along the sheets and fell between the mattress and the headboard, landing on the metal support for the bed. "Tugyaaa!" As more shit fell out of her now green slime stained panties. "You bastard! What the hell is that?! My sheets! My carpet! You're gonna clean this up!" I complained. "Chill out man, this is a Jisso. It's all the rage as pets and snacks in like, asia and japan. But I wouldn't eat these little abominations, cause they're so ugly." He picks her up and takes it to the bathroom, where he sets her down into the bath tub.

"Deeeeen!" She protests in shock as he starts to remove her now shit green clothes. She tries to keep ahold of them, but the big mean giant is too strong. She covers herself with her stumpy limbs and quakes in fear as green ooze drips from her buttocks onto the cold tub bottom. Next, he takes the clothes and rinses them in the sink thoroughly. "This is gross." He said as the dark green chunks flowed down the drain. After the filth is gone and only stains are left, he squeezes the clothes to get excess water out, and drops them on the counter. Then he grabs her out of the tub firmly with an upside down fist, and cleans her bottom half with icy cold water. "TECHAAAAAAAAA!" it yelled out in shock, and struggled weakly in his firm grip. When finished, he set her down next to her clothes. "Teeeeh." She sighed, and began to get dressed. He washed his hands thoroughly afterwards, don't want to get any jissoushit goodness.

"So....these things are intelligent? They can talk and think?" I asked. "Sometimes. A lot of them can't talk and just make that 'techi' sound. Most will eat their own children and will kill each other out of jealousy. You know that guy, Bill? He bought two Jisso kids and they totally killed each other because one of them got ahold of some of his mom's sewing fabric and made a scarf or something. It didn't like being less flashy, so it totally took some bites out of it. The other strangled it with the fabric, and the other died of blood loss. Best way to waste $50." He said.

"Awesome. I want one." I said. "Really? I can make you one." He replied. "How dude?" I asked. "Well these little critters can totally have babies without getting knocked up. Just have to spill cherry kool-aid on its head. That's how I find out, at least." He replied. "No way, I have to see this." I went to the kitchen while he helped her out of her clothes again in preparation for baby making. "Techi?" It said confusedly. I got into the pantry and made up some cherry kool-aid. "Dude, does it need sugar?" I yelled from the kitchen. "I think so! The kool-aid I spilled on it did! Add an extra packet to it too!" He replied.

I went back into the bathroom with the kool-aid. It had lots of sugar and an extra packet added to the lot. "Here." I handed him the glass. "Okay, watch this. Hey, look at this!" He called down to her, and she looked up at him with a "Techi?" SPLASH! Kool-aid in the face. "TEGYAAAAAN!" It screeched in terror as its green eye turned red, and red tears overflowed. She plunked down on the counter as her belly gurgled and churned. "Tepuuuun." She said as she realized that she was now with child. "Te...te......te..." she started panting, as green slime slid out of her vagina. "Ew!" I remarked. "Watch this, it's awesome." He replied. Her belly rumbled as inside formed a single grub, for that's all a child of this size could create at a time.

"Teeeeh!" A single push and it slid out of her, coated with green slime and curled up in green birthing fluid. "Wow, that's...fast." I said. She picked up the grub and started licking the birth off of it. It barked as it realized it was alive and breathing. "Holy crap, it's so cute!" I said. "Rehu!" it barked happily as it got a nice mother bath. I reached out to touch it. "Careful dude, these things can explode with the slightest impact. That's how the kool-aid discovery jisso baby met its maker." He said. "That sucks. Wait a minute, what the fuck are these clothes?" I said. "Fuck, rehu!" said the grub. "Holy shit! You must be a genius jisso baby! It's like they're born with pajamas." He said.

"Tummy soft and springy, please rub, rehu!" The grub announced, and it rolled over in the hands of its mother. So I reached out and poked lightly. It exhaled with the poke, and inhaled again as I lifted up my finger, like a tiny panting bellow with a ribbon at the nozzle. Poke, poke, poke. With the third poke, green slime shot out of its anus. "Aw man, gross. But you're cute so I forgive you!" I said, and cleaned it up with some toilet paper. "Hungry, rehu!" It said. "what do these guys eat anyway?" I asked. "Anything. They're like, meat and plant eaters." He said. "Techaaaaaaaa." The child jisso looked relieved that her baby would be taken care of this time. I wrapped my index finger and thumb around the grub and took it from the child mother, who shrieked a "Techiiiii!" in worry.

I took the grub into the kitchen and set it in the middle of the dining table. It looked around, rolled over, and began crawling towards an obelisk on the horizon. A glass tower filled with white grains. It got so big that the grub squeaked and started crawling away from it in fright. I worked fast, not wanting it to faceplant on the floor, so I looked in the fridge for some food for it. Not many leftovers, so I grabbed a bowl of campbells chicken noodle soup. I rescued the grub from the salt shaker that it was cowering from, and placed it on a snack plate, and dropped a spoonful of soup in front of it complete with noodle and chicken cube. The noodle was longer than it was, so I chopped it up into small sections. The chicken cube was bigger than its mouth, so I didn't worry. The grub went to work, licking up the soup first. "Yummy, rehu!" It said, then it started munching on noodle cubes, then chomping on chicken.

"Hey dude, come in here if you want me to feed that one too." I called out. He came tromping out of the bathroom with her in hand, and set her down next to the grub. I put a saucer of soup next to the child mother, with a few more noodles and chicken chunks than the grub. She started to eat happily, squeaking "mmmmfi!" which was probably 'techi' with a full mouth. "Can these things have MSG?" I asked innocently. "what's MSG?" he inquired. "It's the campbells soup additive." I answered. "Oh. Hell if I know." He replied, and watched them eat. After they finished eating, the mother Jisso went to pick up her baby, and I intercepted her with my hand, and saved the jisso grub. "Techiiiiiiii!!" The child squeaked out and pounded on the mean giant's hand. "No way! You might eat it or kill it! It's mine now!" I said, and tickled the grub's chin. It looked super happy, said "Sleepy, rehu!" And curled up in the wrinkles on my palm. Meanwhile, the mother cried red and green tears, had nose mucous, and crapped again. Out came the magazine, and he started thumping it on the head repeatedly, a thump with every word. "I. Told. You. Not. To. Shit." He commanded, which only made the thing more upset. "TECHYAAAAAAAAA!" It screamed like a little kid that didn't get its toy. I reached out and patted her on the head in a friendly manner, which made her stop screaming. I grabbed two peppermint candies from the mint jar that was nearby, and set one down for the child to have. Her eyes lit up and she pounced on the candy, licking it to no avail. It had a plastic wrapping, so she started wrestling the candy to get the plastic off of it. "Let me go find a place for this little thing to sleep in." I started for my room when he interrupted me.

"Better not spoil these things, dude. I heard there's one girl that got one that could talk pretty well, so she spoiled it bad. Snacks whenever it wanted, carried it everywhere, and then suddenly it's really fat and demanding, and starts shitting everywhere because it wanted to be carried to the bathroom. She doesn't have it anymore though, it ran away. Or so she said. I bet she got furiously pissed like I do sometimes around these things and turned it to custard." He said. "Wow." I said, and went to find it a place to sleep. I decided on a paper towel that covered the bottom of an old shoe box. I gently set the grub down on its new bedding, and the grub opened its eyes and grunted "Reeeeeeeee..." As it relieved itself all over the paper towel, green shit piling up right behind it. "-hu!" It apparently finished, and I sighed. "why the hell do pets have to shit on clean bedding the moment they touch it?" I replaced the paper towel, and the grub went back to sleep in the corner soundly. I unwrapped the second mint and put it near the grub for it to find as a wake-up snack. I put the shoebox in my sock drawer and closed it a little so that the light dimmed.

I went back into the kitchen and sat down. The jisso child was crying as it beat on the candy. It apparently couldnt remove the plastic cover. "I guess that shows the extent of its intelligence." I said, and unwrapped the candy. It nodded profusely and repeated itself in gratitude. "Techi!" And it started licking the candy furiously. "when I first got this thing, it pissed me off so bad that I almost kicked it across the room. I don't know why though. So now I carry this magazine to hit it with." He said. "That's good. You know, these things can reproduce so fast, you could make a business selling them." I said. He perked up and got to thinking. "Yeah, I know what you mean. That might not be a bad idea.."

I would come to regret those words. A few months later the Jisso he had increased greatly in size, probably from his overfeeding to make it grow faster. The last time I saw it, it was as large as a basketball. One day he came by with a large box filled with grubs, about 30 of them. I stared at them while they crawled around, panting, shitting, eating others' shit and barking. "So how many packets of kool-aid did you use to get these?" I asked. "Just one. It's not the kool-aid itself that's making it pregnant, it's the dye that changes the green eye to a red eye. Just need a drop of kool-aid syrup. Anything red works, even blood." He answered. "Oh, no wonder. That's pretty weird though. Wait, blood? How'd that happen?" I wondered. "Well, while she was cleaning off her babies, a few of them scattered around. She went to collect them, and she tripped on the rug and her face landed on a grub and it exploded right in her eye. It was pretty funny." He answered.

"REHU!" one of the grubs let out a piercing bark as another grub was taking bites out of it, its green and red fluid oozing out onto the box bottom. "What the fuck?" I said, and reached out to grab the bleeding grub. "Dude, don't bother. These things can't heal fast enough from injuries like that. It'll be food for the rest of them. I know, cause there used to be 50 grubs in this box." I listened, and didn't interfere as other grubs started munching on the remains, two grubs savoring the eye sockets with happy expressions. "These things are cannibals to the extreme, but they can understand us. Hey grubs, are you hungry?" He called down to the box. "Yes, rehu!" A number of grubs barked, but not all at once. They had different processing speeds. He got up and went to the sink, where he filled a glass with water and set it down inside the box. "We should teach them consequences of their actions." he said.

"I wish I didn't put two and two together. You're not planning on drowning them as an example are you?" I asked. "Indeed I am." He replied, and yelled out into the box. "HEY!" while slamming his fist down on the table. Almost all of them shrieked and left behind them a mound of slimey green shit. "Do I have your attention? Good, because if you eat your grub sisters or brothers, THIS will happen to YOU!" He grabs the grub that started the feeding frenzy, and dropped it into the glass of water. The other grubs stared at the glass and turned purpley blue as they watched the grub drown. The grub barked out some bubbles, and as it tried to take a breath to bark again, it got a gut full of tap water. Its face turned purple blue as it realized it was in danger, and the water immediately started turning green from its bowels emptying, and continued to bark silently, only taking in more and more water into its stomach. Its eyes started to bulge as the other grubs that were watching panted in fear and started crying. Its squirming became weaker and barks less frequent as it slowly lost consciousness. All of the grubs were transfixed on the dying face of the grub, and he slammed the table again which made all of the grubs shriek in horror, two of them vomiting from both ends and having heart attacks and actually dying. "If you eat each other, that will happen to you!" He picked up the grubs that died of heart attacks and dropped them into the water glass too, except they didn't do what the previous one did.

"You're a monster." I said. "Hey, when you're the god of the grubs you gotta throw down some holy water of judgement on them." He shrugged. The grubs cowered in random corners away from the glass of water, forever will they be tools of destruction to the grubs if they manage to grow up. From then on, the grubs did not attempt to eat each other, proving that this method of teaching works well. "I guess I'll get out of your hair then, gotta go make more to sell tomorrow. Peace out!" He took the water glass out of the box and set it on the table, then left with his stock. I looked at the glass of water, and sighed at the dead grubs inside. I struggled with the dark side, as these things reproduced so fast, killing them horribly wasn't too bad. It's like....preserving the environment by hunting them to lower the population. I picked up the glass and drained the water into the sink and poured the corpses into the trash can.

I immediately went to visit my pet Jisso that I named Jessa, after a fat girl I knew in elementary school. It was sitting on the floor bouncing a rubber ball against the wall for fun, and it looked up at me as I walked into the extra bedroom that I let it have once it got big enough. The room was amply furnished with a dog bed for her to sleep in, a portable bottled water crock where she could get drinks, a child's potty training seat to use for the bathroom, and some toys. Mostly learning toys, like building blocks, and shape puzzle games. She grew quite a bit since she was a grub, and currently was about the size of 2-3 soda can sized Jissos. "Master is back! Techi!" It squinted and smiled to look cute. "Yes, I am." I sat down nearby it and reached out to pat its head. Its stomach went in and out as it panted. "Did you empty your poo pan out the window today?" I asked. "Yes, techi!" she said. "Good girl!" I took out a peppermint candy and handed it to her. She unwrapped it on her own and started licking it, waddling over to the waste basket to drop the wrapper in.

I patted her head some more as she snacked on the candy noisily, chirping now and then.

~End

>>113

I'll write the second half later. This is the 'cute' half.

>>113

Most excellent! I have some constructive criticism, though.

Usually, when writing a short story, you start a new line when the speaker changes. It allows the writing to flow better.

Example:

"Blah Blah Blah," He said. "Blah Blah Blah"

Shocked by her spouse's sudden spouting of gibberish, she replied, "Yadda Yadda Yadda Yadda yadda yadda."

What WitchDoctor said.

That and taking care of a jissou properly is a pretty decent change next to all the killing and death and gore.

The guy's friend was awesome.

I want moar Jessa!

I've got another story forming in my head... I'll try and write it down once I get the time and the motivation. Funny how you get obsessed with these little creatures!

Back by popular demand, heeeeeeere's Jessa! With new story format for ease of reading. I like to think that this is the Lucky Star of Jisso fan fiction.

"Okay, here's a tough one. You have eight cheerios, but then you get hungry and eat five of them. How many do you have left?" I placed 8 cheerios in front of where she sat, and waited for her answer. Her triangle mouth hung open while the end of her arm rested on her chin.

"Three, techi!" Jessa shouted out and waved her stubby little arms, reaching out to pick up all but three cheerios and munch them with a satisfied expression. For a while now I had been helping her learn mathematics and the alphabet. Like many Jisso, she could pick up and speak languages just by hearing them, but reading and writing were not possible from this ability alone.

"You're getting smart!" I reached into a bowl of lucky charms and dropped a marshmallow piece as a reward for getting the right answer.

"Thank you, master, techa!" She took the marshmallow and put it into her mouth and savored the sweetness. "Yummy, techi!"

"Okay, next I want you to spell dog on this notepad with this pen." I put the notepad and pen down in front of her, and she wobbled to stand up. She leaned forward and grasped the pen with the ends of her arms, straightened back up and plopped the pen tip onto the paper. She started to write, but was using the pen as a walking stick, so the pen tip ripped the paper. "TECHIIIII!" She looked horrified and dropped the pen, which rolled onto the carpet. Her arms covered her eyes as she started to cry, as if she destroyed a work of art and then had to pay back its worth in toilet cleaning. "Teeeeeechiiiiiii!"

"Hey now, what's wrong? It's just paper." I patted her head reassuringly, tore off the ripped paper to reveal a brand new page, and offered her the pen again.

"Notepad isn't ruined after all, techi?" She looked emberrassed, sniffled and wiped at her eyes, and took the pen again with both arms, this time attempting to write sitting down. It was difficult for her to see the paper, but she wrote the word dog clearly, even if it was a little messy and she tore a page.

"That's great, Jessa!" I patted her head again, which she smiled at. "I guess that's enough for today. I got you something that you might like!"

"Really, techi?!" She looked excited and curious, red and green eyes lighting up.

"Yep! I set it up while you were sleeping!" I removed the sheet off of the big box thing, revealing a television.

"What's that, techi?" She asked and got up, waddling over to it and touching the reflective glass screen. "I see me, techi!" She pressed her face on the cool surface.

I reached out to press the on switch, and the screen lit up brightly, the current program's audio suddenly emerging. She wasn't expecting that, and squealed a "TECHAAAAAA!" in shock, fell backwards onto the carpet and started crawling away from the loud light box while whining. "Teeeechi! Techi! Techaaaaa!"

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." I said, and turned the volume down a little. A cartoon was on. Spongebob squarepants, an acceptable viewing program. Jessa was raised without knowing any others of her kind, and I didn't want her to know about them, about their habits, abuse and being used as food. It might break what humanity I gave her.

"Techaaaaaa." Jessa started to pant, and looked over at me, mouth curved in panic. "What's happening to me, techi?" Both of her eyes were red, tears trickling down them.

"Oh. Shit." I turned off the tv. How did it happen? There was no dye in the room! I could only assume that the TV caused it somehow. I crawled over to her on my hands and knees, and reached over to take off her clothes.

"No, techi! Stop, techa! Te!" Her stomach got larger and cramped as grubs were forming, so she was unable to fight me. I reached out and grabbed a bunch of paper towels and set them underneath Jessa to catch them.

"It's okay, just let your body take care of it." I helped to support her back with my hand, her arms gripping my thumb.

"I'm scared, techi!" Her body pushed reflexively, green birth squirting out of her vagina. "Teeeeeeeeeeen!" She pushed hard, two grubs sliding out and coming to rest on the paper towel and a large pile of jisso poop. They were motionless and curled up, not yet breathing and encased in green jelly. Jessa picked up one and started to lick its face. It reacted by inhaling sharply and opening its eyes. It discovered it had a voice by barking happily, and she set it down, then attended to the other, which reacted the same way. Her eyes had gone back to normal, and she sat there confused. "What are these, techi? They look like me, but not me, techi!" She looked up at me.

I was at a loss for words. I was hoping she would never have kids, as they would probably eat each other. "Well, Jessa, they're your children. You first looked like this too when I first took care of you." I explained, and wondered if she would remember. She thought about it and looked down at her newborns that were content to roll around on the carpet, enjoying the soft texture while making "Rehu!" sounds. I wondered why the TV caused it. I remember that red dye caused it because it forced the green eye to turn red. But maybe light making the eye red could also do it.

"Techiiiii." Jessa got up to retrieve her children, and held them gently. "I'm a mother, techi!" She looked happy. I was glad too, I thought she'd take it harder than that.

"Tummy soft, please rub! Rehu!" One of the grubs announced. "Me too, rehu!" the other one added. Seemed like the second one was pretty smart as well. I reached out to poke the grub bellies, both at once. Both of them turned into panting, drooling, shitting bellows. At least the shit landed on the paper towel, so I went to town and poked and tickled until they had joygasms, and drooled themselves into exhaustion.

"Hungry?" I put a cheerio in front of both of them, and they started to gnaw, munching happily. Meanwhile, I got the old shoebox that I raised Jessa in when she was a grub, and put a layer of paper towels in it. "They should stay in this box from now on. I don't want any accidents that might hurt them." I explained to her carefully.

"Yes, techi." Jessa stood up and placed them into the box carefully. I dropped a few more cheerios and lucky charm marshmallows into the box for them to eat, and watched them. It reminded me of when Jessa was a grub, which were good times.

The grubs hunger satisfied, wanted to play, one of them chomping down onto the tail of the other. At first I was terrified that it was eating the other, but thankfully it was only playing. I sighed, and Jessa nudged the bully grub away.

"No, don't bite, techi!" Jessa scolded, which made the grub poop itself and crawl away in tears and bark in woe. Jessa and the grubs were filthy, so she looked up at me and asked "Can we take a bath, master, techi?" while trying to look cute.

"Okay. After your bath it's time for bed." I commanded.

"Yes, techi!" I got her into the habit of sleeping for a while after taking a bath, so that's good. Jessa was like a child, so a lot of my time was taken up by taking care of her. I left the room to get the bath supplies. A windex spray bottle filled with hot water, a jisso-sized piece of a wash cloth, a pot, and a bar of soap. I came back into the room and set the pot down, and lifted Jessa into the pot. Then I ambushed a grub with my finger. It rolled over expecting a belly rub, but instead I pulled its hood down and carefully wiggled it out of its coccoon.

"No, refu! No naked, refu!" It squirmed and cried, squirting green liquid out of its now naked anus. I gently set it down next to Jessa, and it looked relieved and crawled over to its mother to hide.

I stripped the other in the same manner, very careful to not hurt it. It also complained about not being naked, but it had to if it was going to have a bath! It joined its mother, barking in despair.

"Ready?" I asked, and held the spray bottle like a weapon at the trio. The grubs were terrified, and squealed in fright while letting loose what little they had in their bowels. I squeezed the bottle repeatedly, a fine mist of hot water pelting them. The grubs looked up at the warm rain and started to enjoy it. Jessa then wet the cloth, rubbed it on the bar of soap, and started to scrub her babies. I watched, occasionally spraying so that they didn't get too cold.

"Rehu! rehu!" The grubs rolled around in the layer of soapy water, limb stubs wiggling wildly. I sprayed them some more to rinse them off, and then picked them up and put them on a clean paper towel and dried them.

"I'm finished master, techi!" I sprayed her some more and helped her onto a paper towel as well, and patted her dry. "Thank you master, techa!" She squinted cutely, and got dressed for bed.

I sighed and tickled the grubs while sliding their coccoons back onto them, and covering their heads with the hoods.

"Thanks Mr Man, rehu!" They both said, and it was only time until they would call me master as well. I placed the grubs back into the shoebox and set it next to Jessa's dog bed, and pat her on the head.

"Good night master, techi!" She said chirpingly, and waddled over to climb into bed. I picked up the bath supplies and dirty paper towels, flipped off the light and was about to close the door when I heard.

"Dark scary, rehu!"

"Cant see, rehu!"

"Good night." I said, and closed the door.

Deliciously cute!

Perhaps in time, we shall hear more about that cruel friend of Jessa's mother's owner.

>>118

THis is the Lucky Star of Jissouseki-ness!

Please! Write more!

Here's a tidbit of the next one. It involves torturing, and the master's friend.

For a moment he felt guilt at what he's done, but it went away at the thought of killing another grub in another satisfying, imaginative way. He suddenly got the urge to peel a grub pupa off the box, glue it to the cieling, and when it hatches it'll fall to a horrible, amusing, messy death on the ground. He smiles faintly at the idea.

Enjoy it while you wait for the whole thing.

>>105
Did you get the idea for the light cannon from the one that the Chinese built? It's really a scary idea, just turning on this super-hot light and boiling all the water out of someone instantly.

Good job, everyone! I'm loving this!

>>122
Actually, no. I didn't even know the Chinese even made a light cannon. In fact, now that you point it out, the idea of a cannon that could boil the water out of you almost instantly is a pretty scary idea. Even more so when you learn that the death ray has been built already!

I just wanted a theoretical but over-the-top cannon that used light but was not a laser. I got the idea of a burning flashlight from

http://www.wickedlasers.com/lasers/The_Torch-74-0.html

I just let my imagination run with it after that.

And now for something completely different… A man with a family of Jissouseki invading his home.


Pest Control

(Inspired by a strip about Jissou with the same name)

At around 9:30 on Saturday morning, I heard some strange noises at the entrance of my home. Something dropped through the mail slot in the door. At first, I thought the sound was a package I had been expecting being delivered through the mail slot in my front door.

“Ah, the figurine I ordered arrived early! I’ll finish up making myself breakfast, then I’ll go get it.”

Then I heard what sounded like another package being delivered.

“I only ordered one … What the hell?”

I left my kitchen and went to see what was being delivered. I only ordered ONE figurine, so if I got charged for the extra one, I was going to be pissed. Seriously, the one I ordered was really expensive. Oh, Hatsune Miku, you aquahaired overdose of cuteness, I cannot resist your charms, even when all I have of you is a 400x600 .GIF file and you cost more than I make in three days. *sigh*

Turns out that my figurine was not delivered. Instead, I found two small green goblins with flat faces, heterochromia,triagnular ears, and harelips. I was looking at two Jissouseki children.

I had a serious problem on my hands now, minus the lack of cute figurine. I saw a special on TV about this last week on Sunday. I think it was called “Horror Stories: Jissouseki Home Invasions.” All the incidents began like this: the mother Jissouseki would send her children into a house by any means possible, be it through a window, a door, a mailslot, or even one incident where they entered through a vent for the drying machine. Once inside, her children, and mother herself once she got inside, would try to befriend at least one occupant of the house and ask if they could be pets. They would stick around, beg and bug you until you said “yes.” Once Jissou moved in, it would take a large amount of time and effort to get them to leave, more time than I had in the weekend. They would wreck your furniture, shit on your carpet and stain it, stain your clothing, eat your food, and annoy the shit out of you by asking for new clothes or new toys so shit like that. On top of that, they might invite other Jissouseki into your house as permanent residents, making the problem worse. They’re disgusting, selfish, noisy, annoying, cannibalistic, and they breed like rabbits. One person said that, except for single celled organisms, they were the fastest reproducing creatures on the entire planet.

I saw another child drop through the mail slot. It landed safely on its belly and climbed down to the ground. I had to do something fast before more get inside.

As I tried to recall what I had learned from the show, a few of them spoke to me in a high pitched squeaky voice.

“Is this your home, Mr. Human techi?”

“We want to be your pets, techi.”

“Amazing techi! It’s cool in here techi!”

What I had learned from that show came back to me, and not a moment too soon. One woman that was in the audience had a close brush with an infestation, but she showed force against the family that wanted to settle in her home. More specifically, she attacked them with a broom, sweeping the children out of her apartment, and even going so far as to brush them off the walkway of her home, where they splattered on the ground nine stories below. She hadn’t had a problem with Jissouseki since then. Some of the “experts” on the show said that it might be attributed to her being nine stories off the ground, well out of reach for all but the most desperate Jissouseki, as this building had no functioning elevators.

The number of children dropped through the mail slot was now at five.

“We won’t inconvenience you, Mr. Man techi.” One said as it made an X with its arms across its chest.

“A little late for that,” I thought to myself.

“Can everybody be happy techi?”

“We’re just babies techi.”

“We’re lovable babies techi.”

“It’s so spacious in here techi.”

“Can mama come live with us techii?”

It really was happening. An entire family of Jissouseki was attempting to invade my home. It wasn’t just a small group of orphans or strays wanting a place to live for a while. Those are dealt with easily enough; in those cases, using a broom would be overkill. There was a mother behind that door, lifting her children up so that they could climb inside the mailslot, hoping that either I or her children would open the door.

I went back into my kitchen, where I kept my supplies for just about every dirty job around the house. Whether it’s cleaning out the toilet or preparing food, I really don’t like getting my hands dirty. I took a pair of rubber gloves out of a drawer. Getting rid of them was going to be a messy job, and I don’t want their filth getting all over me.

Seriously, that shit stains.

After putting on the gloves, I grabbed my camera and walked back to the front room. The door was wide open. Somehow, the Jissous got the door open. Standing just behind the threshold was the mother, clad in a green hoodie dress and what appeared to be a white bib with a pink bow, who had been dropping her children through my mail slot. She was two or three times as big as her offspring, making her about the size of a teddy bear. She barely reached the lower ¾ ths of my shins. Her soulless mismatched eyes gazed back at mine, as if to say, “Am I not cute?” She had a pair of triangular ears on her head, making her look like a harelipped, retarded gremlin. She had the typical “cute” Jissouseki facial expression; mouth opened just slightly to showcase the harelip and tongue, right hand up to right cheek, head tilted slightly to the right. I say “cute” because I don’t find the gesture all that appealing; I actually find the expression to be downright disgusting.

She had four more children behind the door than she dropped through the mail slot, making nine in all. To be honest, I have seen videos on the internet of people popping their MRSA boils that didn’t make me want to vomit like those disgusting little monsters. The thoughts of seeing blood and pus flow freely out of massive, painful, pimple-like sores seemed like puppies and kittens compared to these filthy little parasites. Eight of the little pests were Jissou children, tiny versions of their mother no bigger than my thumb.

“Techi! Techi! Techi! Techuu!” they cried with their high voices; their high pitched calls making the sound of rusty nails on a chalkboard sound like Mozart. The other child was a grub, complete with stubby legs and a tail. It lay behind the mother, on its back, rolling back and forth with its tongue licking at the air as a trickle of dribble flowed from the corner of its mouth.

“Refuu~” It said as a small stream of a green slime leaked out of the slit at the base of its tail.

A truly disgusting sight, those children were. I could feel my hatred of them growing by the second. I was already plotting about ways to dispose of them, none of them particularly hygienic.

I stooped and gently picked up one of the children. I could barely feel her weight in my hand. She was so small I could wrap my index finger and thumb around her waist and support her that way. As I brought it up to my eye level, it smiled gleefully and threw its arms in the air with joy.

“Techuuu~! Mr. Man is really, really tall techi!”

“Mr. Human,” the mother addressed me, “Do you like my baby desu?”

I heard her siblings chirp as I play with the little patch of brown hair on the Jissou’s head.

“My big sister is enviable techii.”

“A friendly man is good techi.”

As I played with the little one’s hair, she giggled and said,

“That tickles, techii.”

I try my best to suppress the animal within that wants to destroy this abomination and say in a shaky voice “You’re so tiny…” She looks back at me like a kitten would its new owner.

While trying to melt my heart, she merely added fuel to my anger, burning hotter than the fires of Hell. I was having trouble controlling myself. My hands began shaking and my body tensed up.

As I played with her hair, the little beast in my hand chirped,

“Don't worry techi. It’s not all that irritating, so I won’t run away techii.”

Quietly, I heard the mother say to herself, “Mr. Man is playing with my baby…She’s happy desuu…”

My hands were shaking violently by now, and I am sure that my face turned beet-red in anger. I was trying my best to conceal it, but it was a battle I was quickly losing.

Finally, I snapped. The animal I had tried to contain had broken free and chewed through the leash. I found that my fingers had latched onto the little child’s tuft of hair. I gave it a hard tug.

“Am I getting closer to you te-“

At that moment, I heard a crack and saw red and green blood spurt everywhere. I looked down at the little child. It had stopped moving consciously, its body racked with involuntary spasms. In one hand, hanging by its hair, I held its severed head, its cheeks stained with blood and red-green tears. Its once bright eyes went dull. A small limp triangular tongue hung out of its harelipped mouth. Green slime was released from between its legs; filling its tiny white panties with a semi-solid matter that looked like really thick pond scum and smelled like raw sewage. Its mother’s and sibling’s faces went blue with shock and fear. Finally, the corpse stopped twitching. I threw it to the ground in front of its mother. It bent over its dead child in both shock and sadness. Its siblings watched on in horror.

“M…My…My baby…”

I heard the children speaking. They were shocked that I would do such a thing.

“Mr… Man?”

“S-sis?”

“Te…?”

After a few seconds, the mother looked up at me. When she saw her decapitated child on the ground, she abandoned that false facade of cuteness and showed her true self: a subhuman monster. She changed from a goblin trying to pass herself off as lovable to a demon torn between burning rage, confusion, shock, and sorrow. She shook violently, her face twisted in a mixture of agony and pure anger, with red and green tears pouring down her cheeks. Drooling and crying, she screamed,
“W-w-w-w Why did it do such cruelty desuu… dejaaaaaaaa!”

Her children’s reaction was mixed. Some broke out into all out crying, while others tried to maintain an appearance of cuteness, pointless as it was. Sorry guys, the jig is up.

“Onee-chanaaaaann…”

“Teeeeeen…”

“Techuuun…”

“Chiiinnn…”

While everybody was crying over the dead Jissouseki child, one of its living siblings walked too close to the step where I was standing. Big mistake on its part. I quickly reached down and grabbed it. It screamed in surprise, and its mother and siblings looked up from their mourning. Gone was the anger in the mother’s face, replaced with a look of shock, horror, and despair. She knew what was going to happen to her child; she was going to do anything she could to save this one.

“No… Stop… you cruel man… Please stop desuuuuuuu!”

The little one in my grasp was also terrified. The last time she trusted this human, she saw her sister be made shorter by a head. She was fearful of what I was going to do to her. She soiled herself, staining her previously clean white panties a dark green. Red and green tears poured down her face. She bared her teeth, and gave a growl that was just pathetic.

“TeEEEEeeeEEEEEEE!”

I almost burst out laughing when she threatened me. What was she going to do, shit on me? It was like an ant punching my shoe, saying "I got him, I got him."

No you don't. You're an ant.

“Oh my, it’s wriggling so much… You’re soooooo scary.” I said with a large dose of sarcasm.

It hit the Jissou what I was going to do to her when I started twisting her little arm. In her limited mind, anger gave way to panic. Her terrified mismatched eyes seemed to plead, “Please, no!”

With one good twist, I tore her left arm right out of its socket. One weak pull and I had torn it off completely. The child emptied her bowels into her already full panties, splattering green slime on my glove. The child uttered a scream of utter agony through clenched teeth. Her siblings and mother went pale again and screamed. One thing was agreed on by me, the child in my hand, and the Jissou on the ground: that had to hurt.

Obliging to the mother’s pleas to just let her child go, I threw the child to the ground, where she landed hard on the tile right next to the corpse of her decapitated sister. She was shaking after she came to a stop, her frail little body already going into shock from the traumatic loss of a limb and copious amounts of blood. The mother didn’t kneel over her like the last one. She collapsed on her knees and then looked up at me on all fours. If looks could kill, she would have killed and dismembered me a thousand times over. She looked like she was going to pounce and tear my face off with her bare hands.

“W-w-w-w What did that baby do to you dejaaaaaa!?”

All around her, her children sobbed uncontrollably at the fate of their sister, now missing her left arm, crying, and shaking as her body began to shut down. Gritting her small teeth, she tried to hold back a scream when she looked at the stump of her now severed arm. Now all the children began crying; when they start dropping like flies, cuteness gets thrown to the wolves.

“Teeeeeen…”

“Onee-chan!”

“Teeee!”

The maggot from outside started to crawl in. I guess it heard the commotion and wondered what was going on.

“Refu?”

The children began berating me for my cruelty. Even the fucking maggot. Nevermind that they were all trespassing on MY property and were taking up MY time and were complaining about MY cruelty…

“You devil, techi! You monster techi!”

Shut up…

“Onee-chan what to it do refu?”

Shut up…

“You’re evil, absolutely evil techiiiii…”

SHUT UP

“We didn’t do anything techi.”

SHUT UP SHUT UP

“I’ll avenge my sisters techii!”

SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

The mother knelt over her two children, the survivor wincing and coughing in pain and fear, and started crying. “What did we do to you desuuuu?! What are my children’s crimes desuuuu?!”

Finally, I could hold back my rage no longer. I took deep breath and flushed red with rage.

“SHUT THE FUCK UUUUUP! THIS IS MY FUCKING HOUSE! YOU’VE OUT STAYED YOUR WELCOME, NOW GET THE FUCK OUT, YOU HORRID LITTLE BEASTS!”

They all recoiled in fear, other than the dying jissou on the floor. I think she was preoccupied with having her arm ripped off and then realizing that she going to die. I could feel the adrenaline and heated blood flowing into my arms and legs.

That outburst felt good. Good thing too. I was about to have another one within the next twenty seconds.

When she recovered, the mother squealed back at me, “D-Don’t be so greedy desu! That’s enough desu! Don’t kill my children desu!” My eyes widened with anger and shock. I felt my cheeks heat up as hot blood poured into my face. She’s coming into MY house and accusing ME of being greedy?!

YOU LITTLE PIECE OF ROTTEN TURKEY SHIT I WILL RIP OUT YOUR GODDAMN INTESTINES AND STRANGLE YOU AND YOUR UNHOLY SPAWN WITH THEM I’LL RIP OUT YOUR SPINE AND SHOVE IT YOUR SHITTY ASSHOLE I’LL THROW YOU AND YOUR CHILDREN OFF THE FUCKING ROOF GO DOWN TO GROUND LEVEL AND BEAT YOU WITH A SACK OF FROZEN POTATOES GO AWAY JUST DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIIIIEEEEEE!!!

Some of the children berated me for my disorderly conduct, but not all. There was something distracting them from scolding me. It was the maggot. When I yelled, it was not prepared for such a shock and its heart exploded inside its body. Green blood leaked out of its mouth, and it was sitting in a puddle of its own waste. It stopped breathing, and its once bright beady eyes were now dull and lifeless. It was stone dead.

“Maggot-chan techi?”

“Maggot-chaaaaaan!”

“I’m scared techiiiii…”

“Evil man teeeen!”

I had enough of our little exchange, and I said, “Okay, now leave, go away and never return.” The children did not respond well to that. A few of them climbed up the single step and attacked my slippered feet. It tried to kick them off, but to no avail. Some of the Jissou were begging, others were lashing out in anger, the rest chastising me for my cruelty.

“We’re very poor techi!” one pleaded.

“I’ll make you pay for my sisters techi!” one of the tiny she-devils screamed as she punched my foot.

“Why are you doing this techi?” Another chirped.

“You killed my favorite sister techi!”

“Why… are you doing this techiii!”

Alright, you little heathens. You plead with me, you attack me burning with rage. Let me show you a new kind of fire: a Butane lighter.

I picked up a candle lighter that I normally use for lighting candles for entertaining the occasional female guest. I bent down and pointed it at the Jissou directly in front of my foot.

A few of the keener ones of the group, the ones who didn’t climb up the step, caught onto what I was doing.

“W- What are you doing techi?” she said.

One of the children near my foot fell to the ground after I shook her free. One her sisters cried to the others “Help her techi!” to no avail.

The three attacking my foot were not so intelligent. The one under the lighter didn’t even look up. She kept holding onto my foot, weeping as it cried “This is the most sad I have ever been techu~n~”

Another, the one attacking me in revenge for its fallen sisters, clenched its teeth and cried, “I can never give Maggot-chan belly rubs anymore techi!”

I coolly replied,“Don’t worry little one. You’ll be able to give the damn maggot all the belly rubs you want… IN HELL!” That got their attention.

I flicked the lighter on. Almost instantly, the one complaining about being sad ignited. Well, at least it wouldn't be depressed or cold anymore.

“TECHAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” She screamed as her clothing went up in flames.

Her siblings on the step fell back in surprise as she was engulfed in blue flame. One of the children on at the entrance ran away, back towards the door. Good move. She picked the maggot up and started dragging its lifeless body away. “Run away techiii!” The others just sat still in shock. Perfect!

I lit another on fire. She screamed and then started coughing as the fire ate up the oxygen around her. Her anguished screams were loud enough to hear over the flames consuming her into a pile of smoldering ashes.

“CHIGYUYAAAAAA!” *COUGH COUGH COUGH*

I looked at the remaining children at my feet and they ran towards the door. A few of them tripped over the burning bodies of their siblings, catching their hair or clothing on fire in the process. One tripped while climbing down the step, breaking its legs from landing on the tile. Even so, it crawled away, legs shattered and hair alight.

“IT’S HOOOOOT TECHIIIIII!”

“HELP TECHI! MY HAIR’S ON FIRE TECHIIIII!”

“TEEEEEEEEN! TEEEEEEEEEENN!”

Some of the children fled in such a panic that they ran through the railing 6 feet in front of my door, falling to their doom

After the burning children fled for their lives, I turned to the mother Jissou. She had backed up into a corner and had filled her panties to the point of bursting with green slime. Her eyes were fixed on the smoldering corpses that were her children. When she hear my footsteps, she locked eyes with me.

“You monster desuu… You’re a monster desuuuu!”

“Want to be next?” I said as I flicked the lighter on.

Her eyes got as big as saucers and she fled out the door, shitting herself. As she ran, her panties burst, splattering a big wad of green slime on the ground.

With that little demonstration over, I closed the door to make sure that no more Jissou came inside. I went back to the kitchen to clean up the mess the little bastards left behind. I came back with paper towels, a wet rag, and the garbage can.

I took a nap after I had finished removing the corpses, blood, and excrement off the floor. All that was left were scorch marks where two Jissou children had been immolated. I guess I would need to get it repolished. I would have to deal with that later.

I awoke to the sounds of something being dropped through the mailslot. "Okay, maybe that was the figurine I ordered." Then another object dropped through the mailslot. I jumped to my feet, grabbed a pair of rubber gloves, and walked to the door.

“Here we go again…”

Pest Control END

My stories seem to progress too fast, so I'll try to slow them down.

Here's the return of the friend of Jessa's master.

"Why must do this to me desu! I'm cute desu! Stop hurting my children desu! Let me go desu!" Contrary to what she thought, she was actually ugly. Her small frame was bloated and shackled to a wall, a small shelf holding up her bottom but a hole in it so that grubs, children, and shit can flow freely. Her face was wrinkled from despair, suffering, and anguish, the three spices of the master that hovered angrily over her. Her limbs wiggled in futility against the chains, while she still attempted her cute facial expression that has failed to work on him for the past 4 months. As if he would fall for that triangle mouth, yellow teeth and disgusting tongue that had milky white shit all over it from lack of dental hygiene.

"You piss me off!" His face wrinkled in anger, and he used the rolled up magazine as a spear to stab at her. Feces oozed from her anus and leftover birth drained from her vagina with each impact, her belly had horrendous stretch marks and was similar to a empty balloon just hanging there. Her eyes were dark and full of despair, face lined with wrinkles, and she was squeaking with each strike. A flat, wide tongue flapped against her hairy, wrinkly narrow bottom lip. He struck one last time, right in the face, making blood and color drain out of her upturned snout.

"It pains me, desuuuuuuu!" She shouted, and struggled weakly against the mounted wall straps, stumpy legs thumping the ground. She panted, drool dripping onto her naked breasts and making a break for the southern border. She said "Hungry desu!"

"Really? Okay then, I'll get you some food." He went to the kitchen with a devious plan in mind, and got two toothpicks, two candies, and a roll of tape from a drawer, then went to the grub collection box. He crouched down over the box and all of the grubs turned purple and almost crapped themselves in fear, eyes widening and tongues waving wildly from their sudden increased respiration. Whenever HE came around, one or a few of them died horribly. "Who wants a yummy candy?" The grubs' color returned and they looked joyful upwards at the master.

"Candy! Rehu!" A few of them chirped, tongues waggling from side to side as well as their tails, drool trickling down their chins. The majority collected at the wall nearest the man.

He instead grabbed two grubs that just stared and drooled. He studied their faces, their eyes darting around randomly, excessive drooling, mindless barking, and these did indeed seem like dumb ones that will do anything for candy. He took two small strips of tape, and taped a toothpick to each of their heads. He placed them on the table facing each other and used two small boxes to make an alley for them to crawl through. He held up a candy behind both of the grubs, and said "It's time for grub jousting! Come get the candy!" And waved his hands a little.

The grubs both locked onto the candy and started crawling towards the hands they were facing, getting closer to each other. He grinned, peering down between the boxes and waiting for the fun. A joyful squirt of slime shot out from underneath them, making a trail of ooze similar to slugs.

"Stop it desu! Don't hurt them desu! My babies are cute desu!" She had a burst of power, the restrains rattling slightly, but could not break the bonds. She began to shit on the floor that she was propped up above, tears flowing down her engorged, purple cheeks.

"Oh, I'm not gonna hurt them. They're gonna hurt themselves!" He cackled maniacally.

"Hiiiiii!" The grubs barked and started to cry and shit even more slime as they both were pierced by each others toothpicks. Blood trickled down their foreheads, as he waved his hand again.

"Come on little grubs! Come get the candy!" He said, further enticing them. They continued on, the toothpicks burrowing deeper into each others' heads, more blood squirting out.

"Reeeeeee!!!!" Their eyes bulged, and they both instinctively backed up, their bowels emptying in green liquid tornados all over the box walls and counter, apparently going for distance and crying furiously. He dropped the candy and reached inbetween the boxes to pet them gingerly on their heads.

"Aw, poor babies." He waited a moment for them to calm down and forget about their self inflicted wounds. They did, and started panting happily. It's show time! He held up the candy again. "Come on, come and get it!"

The grubs' eyes lit up again. "Re..hu!" They barked laborously, sliding as fast as they could. 3.......2.......1! One of the grubs got a burst of energy, and it flung itself forward. Well, not exactly flung itself, but it used its tail for extra momentum. Splatch. The tips of the toothpicks impaled each others' brains. They both suffered heavy brain damage, and their habits immediately randomized. Their eyes split up and moved in different directions, and their tongues hung out even more, flapping in random directions and their anuses twitched uncontrollably as they were dying, one of them losing the ability to breathe. Once it expired from suffocation, it fell forward, slumping on the toothpick. The stress was too great for its thin skull, and the top of its head was torn off. The body of the grub slapped the counter messily and its brain matter oozed out. The other fell forward once its sibling was not there to hold up the toothpick, and that toothpick also tore the skull cap off of the other. Thud, splat.

"YES!" He hit the table with both of his hands and released the candy, laughing, one of the candies rolled off into the box of grubs from his hand nudging it.

"Candy, rehu!" One of the grubs started licking its discovered treasure, eyes glowing brightly and its tongue screaming in joy. And then another, and another, and another. The others also vied for the candy, and climbed on its siblings to push it out of the way. It was a veritable dog pile of grubs, and the weight crushed one of them, its body juices squirting out of its anus, mouth and eyes, with the eyeballs going for distance. Another was completely devoured by the feeding frenzy.

"HEY!!!!" He stomped the floor next to the box once he got wind of it.

"REHUUUUUU!!!!" They shrieked in terror, complexion turning purple and scattered in every direction, leaving the candy and mysterious juice stains behind. He saw three grubs chewing on red and green stuff, and he grabbed all of them, gripping them in one hand tightly, threatening to crush them.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ABOUT EATING YOUR SIBLINGS?!" He roared at them. The ones in the box screeched, as freshly in their minds was the memories of yesterday's exhibition of grubs that disobeyed the rules. "I guess I have no choice but to kill you in a truly legendary manner. A method that all of your siblings will remember for eternity! Or at least a week." The macguyver of grub murders went to work. First, he funneled the grubs into a clear plastic tank for them to watch the three condemned grubs crying, writhing, and shitting in a glass bowl while naked.

"No, rehu!"

"Let us live, rehu!"

"Don't hurt them desu! Please desu! I do anything desu!!!" the mother cried out, flailing her legs to bang noisily on the floor, which made more shit gloop out of her anus.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled again, an echo bouncing off the walls. There was silence, except for the sounds of pthbtbhth that magnified the bad smell in the room. He got out one of his grub torturing devices, which was a home made pulley that fit on a desk. It was a rock, one with a metal hook tied to it and the other counter-balance was a weighted stick arm used for hangings, shaped like a hangman pole. He took two pieces of string and one of the grubs, and tied each string to each end of the grub, very tightly. The tail of the grub gradually turned purple from how tight it is, but the head wasn't as tight, as he wanted it alive. It shrieked in terror, its anus twitching but having no more shit to release. The other grubs stared in horror as the mad man worked. Once finished, the grub was supended on the string, attached to the rock and weighted hangman arm. What suspended the grub was a wooden pyramid known as 'grubber'. It had red and green stains on the bottom, which could describe what it was used for. He then put a candle under the grub, which made it shriek in pain, eyes bulging as it struggled against the strings, and the weight from the grubber choking it.

"Vrrrrrrrrhi!" strained the grub, as its face turned purple and its eyes remained bulging, and tears flowed down its cheeks, drool overflowing from its mouth as it gurgled on drool that it could not swallow. The candle started to cook the grub's belly. Meanwhile, the nasty human placed a see-through box underneath grubber, and dropped the other two naked ones into the box. The ones in the plastic terrarium pressed their faces onto the sides, staring at the carnage.

"This is going to take shit-long, so I'll just leave this alone for a while. Heheh." He went over to the mother, she was still struggling.

"Stop it desu! Don't hurt them desu! Use me for mating desuuuu!" She pleaded, offering rapings for the safety of her children.

"That's so gross. You're a hideous pigly beast, plus it's just too fun." He walks over to pick up the two toothpicked grubs that he left lying there on the counter, and offered the corpses to her on the ends of the toothpicks. "You said you were hungry. Eat." He grabbed the clamps and forced her mouth open, then he dropped them in and pulled the clamps out.

Gulp. "Nooooo desu! You monster desu!" She cried more tears, lips covered in grief drool, nose dribbling mucous.

"Oops, don't want to miss it." He ran back to the counter. The grub had died already because its insides were evaporating. "Damn it! I blame you!" He pointed at the mother, but shrugged as he peered into the plastic box. What the hell? One of the grubs were missing! "YOU HELPED IT ESCAPE DIDNT YOU?" He screeched at the grub that was still in the box.

"Yes, rehu! You're a monster, rehu! I saved my sibling, rehu!" The grub chirped angrily, and seemed to resemble a martyr for its people against a tyrant. "Candy, rehu!!" The man and the martyr grub looked at where it came from. It was the grub that was saved! It was licking the candy that was on the table. "No, rehu! Run, rehu!!!"

"Ha! You saved an idiot! Well then, I guess I'll spare you." He grabbed the grub out of the box. The grub looked up at the mean master curiously.

"You felt sorry for the other grub and helped it escape. That means you must be pretty smart to do that. Not to mention compassionate. You'll make a wonderful pet." He put the grub in the fancy grub cage, which had a bed, water dish, and supply of rabbit food pellets. They seemed to like them, after all. The grub was amazed. Going from a death sentence to a happy life. The master thought: 'ka-ching!'

He set the dumb runaway grub back into the plastic box, and just in time, as the blackened corpse of the strung up grub was starting to crack under the pressure from the grubber and the further scorching of the candle beneath it. Snap! The shell broke, the uncooked skin unable to support the pyramid, which plummeted and fell into the box that held the less intelligent grub, which was flattened by the impact. Juicy goodness squirted out of it, making death trails of entrails on the counter. Meanwhile, the organs of the grub that held up the grubber rocketed across the room to land near the mother.

"Reeeeeeee!" The many viewers shrieked in despair. "You monster, rehu!" "Rehu!" "Stop hurting us rehu!"

"MY BABY DESUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Her tongue waggled, flapping the upper and lower lips to spread her usual fearful drool, and tears flowed down her face.

"Will you eat your siblings now?" He asked them while leaning over the plastic box, smiling evilly and panting like a beast to get his animalistic point across.

They crawled into the corners to seek each other's comfort, shivering, crying, sucking on each others' anus, etc.

He picked up the dead grubs, and walked over to the cage of the mother, opened it, and fed her the burnt and squished grubs with the help of the spring loaded clamps. Gulp.

"Monster desuuu!" She let out more red and green tears.

"You know, you're pissing me off." He hit her with the magazine. "Actually, quite a few grubs have just died. You know what that means, don't you?" He reached into a nearby desk and pulled out a bottle filled with red liquid, and an eyedropper.

"No desu! Please desu!" She closed her eyes to try and prevent getting pregnant again by that evil tool.

"You know that won't help you, right?" He reached in and forced her eye open with his fingers, then released a drop right into it. The green cascaded into red and that sent the body of the adult into baby factory overdrive. Inside the belly the grubs formed. Quite a lot of them, as the uterus has grown quite a bit from experience and overstuffing, so to speak.

"Monster desu! I hate you desu!" First it was the panting and squirts of lubrication, then the contractions and grunts, and finally the huge push, farts and shit, then flood of green slime covered babies. They fell helplessly onto the floorpan underneath, thankfully cushioned from the pile of shit. A few pushes to the gut of the female ensures that all of them are out. A few more squirt out, 20 in total, and he picks up the pan and puts it on the desk. Opening the fridge, he takes out a spray bottle of ice cold water, and picks up a grub, then sprays it in the face repeatedly until it starts breathing and wakes up.

"RE!" The unconscious grub snaps to attention, and starts crying from the onslaught of cold mist. He's then placed into the box that will soon join the other grubs.

"I love this part, hee hee." Squirt, squirt, squirt 'Rehu!!!!' Squirt, squirt, squirt. 'REEEEE!' All 20 grubs, shivering from cold and huddling together for warmth await their fate. A warm tongue isn't as fast as an ice cold blast to the face.

For now, he figured that today was a good day, and began to feed all of the grubs with handfuls of rabbit food. They crowded the pile of food, crunching and panting happily. "Rehu!"

Meanwhile, he fed the mother a can of cat food, which had a lot of protein, and used a spoon to shovel it into her mouth. Gotta keep her nice and strong.

"Yummy, dechu. Thank you, dechu." She said weakly. He took a blanket and draped it over her. Who said he wasn't a benevolent master? She closed her eyes and tried to get some rest, while he placed the grub-filled boxes in the corner and draped a blanket over them as well.

"Sweet dreams, until tomorrow." He said, and went to get some food for himself out of the fridge, and relax in front of the TV for a while. Torturing sure makes you tired!

>>125

Oops, ignore mentionings of a cage. I made edits.

>>124
Ah, I've seen that comic. My favourite Jissou author. :3
Great literature, once again. We had some well-written cute stories in this thread and now we're back on track with pure Jissou abuse.
Tasty.

Time to combine Cutesy and Abuse!



Going Home

- - - - -

-Thunp-Thunp-Thunp-

Jissou-Chan woke up to a number of noisy sounds outside the cardboard box she lived in, instantly noticing her Mama wasn't inside with her and her siblings. Peering about in her home, she took notice of her other sibling, a young grub slumbering fitfully in a corner with a leave draped over his catipillar-like body, little tongue sticking out of his mouth and dripping saliva.

She threw off the leaves covering her body and stretched. Looking around, Jissou-Chan grew more and more confused. "Mama? Mama, I'm awake! Mama?"

The noisy wet squelching sounds grew louder outside. A few chirps told Jissou-Chan her siblings were outside. A nasty crunching sound sent shivers down her spine as she gulped audibly. Her red and green eyes wide with fear, she walked slowly out to the opening of the box and peered out. Simultaneously relieving herself and turning pale blue, Jissou-Chan found her Mother's pale sweating face turn slightly to her last child.

-Thunp-Thunp-Thunp-

A huge jissouseki stood at two feet tall, panting and un-noticing of the small jissou child watching from the cardboard box with a mixture of awe, shock, and disgust. A massively long phallus dripping with slime and sex juices plunged deep into her mother's body, eliciting a squeal of pain or a gurgle of protest.

-Thunp-Thuck-Thuck!-

The jissou-rapist laughed raucously as he revealed a two rows of rotting teeth, black with decay, and the partially crushed remains of her siblings. One of her petrified siblings, a large half-way mature jissou child was gripped in the jissou's meaty fist, sending geysers pf green shit everywhere. Jissou-Chan felt herself go limp as her body tensed and another dribble of waste fell between her legs. She tried to speak, but found no way to do so. She could only watch as the monster began to climax.

-Thuck-Thuck-Thuck-THUCK-

"Jissou-Sama! Jissou-SAMAAAAAAA!" Rumbled the massive jissou as he increased his speed, his giant hairy balls slapping against Jissou-Chan's mother. Jissou-Chan watched in mute horror as her mother's strained face turn towards her opening her mouth to speak; only to vomit a large amount of semen already building up within her ruined and dying body.

Jissou-Chan saw her Mama's lips move: Hide. Take...Take Care of Maggot-Chan...Take him and...and...Live!

Crying as the monster roared and fucked the jissouseki to the ground, Jissou-Chan pulled a bag towards her, filling it with food (acorns, bits of bread, crackers, candy) and clothing (They came from bloodied remains, but a good wash made them good as new!). Slinging the heavy bag over her shoulder, Jissou-Chan ran over to her still sleeping sibling and picked him up.

"Eh...neh? Onee-San!" Chirped Maggot-Chan as he woke up aruptly, "I was sleeping, rehu!"

Struggling pointlessly, he only proved to slow his bid sister down as she tried to both quiet him and make another entrance in the box they were in.

"JISSOU-SAMA, JISOOOOUUUUU-SAAAAMAAAAA!!!!!"

-THUMP-THUMP-THU-SPLAT!!!-

There was only a low groan from the opening of the box, as the half-crushed Jissou Onee-Sama crawled towards them, saying weakly, "Help me Jissou-Chan...Maggot-Chan! Help me!"

Maggot-Chan had gone pale and slowly pulled on his biggest sister's sleeve with his teeth. Jissou-Chan had managed to make a hole in the cardboard wall and ran over to help. No sooner had she reached them, a phallus had penetrated Onee-San!

Shit shot out of her nose and mouth, one eye even burst, covering the wall with red fluid. "Onee-Sama!" Chirped Maggot-Chan fearfully, as he vainly attempted to pull her away from the destructive phallus.

"Imoto-Chan! Take Boku-Chan and run! Go!" Gurgled their big sister as each pound sent her entire body shuddering.

"No! Onee-Sama," cried Maggot-Chan desperately as Jissou-Chan grabbed her last sibling and ran pell mell out of the hole she had made, "We can help her, refu! Go back! Go back, refu!"

As they made refuge in the bushes, the last thing Maggot-Chan saw was an entire horde of dirty bloodthirsty jissou running towards the box, crushing those inside and attacking each other and everyone.

- - - - -

It was a long time since they had left home, left Mama and Big Sis, and everyone else. Jissou-Chan never felt more horrified and sadder in her entire ten month life. There was that one time Big Brother Maggot-San stole a bit candy from her, but thinking about him made her even sadder...

The sun was setting by the time they had stopped to rest and make shelter for the night. Jissou-Chan had found a knob in an old tree stump and filled it with rocks and fresh leaves. Maggot-Chan ate a little bit of some cracker and cried himself asleep. Jissou-Chan was wide awake however, thanks to a drink from an old soda can some ways back.

She stood guard over her last sibling and young brother that night.

That night was the most horrible she had ever witnessed. Someone had come to the area, placing a mound of mouth-watering pellets in a clearing. Jissou-Chan wanted to go and get some, but held back, feeling uncertain.

“I smell food, desu,” chirped a distant voice. It was accompanied with unintelligible chirps, squeaks, and coos.

A large shadow ripped past, as a young jissou began gorging herself full of pellets.

A second later that same jissou fell to the ground nearby with a loud 'Oof!'

Jissou-Chan watched as a horde of jissou ran past her hideyhole, filling the moonlit clearing with a hundred shadowy bodies. Far away, she could make out the outline of a man holding a large instrument in his hands. As the jissou ate to their heart's content, a innocent child ran up to the man and began to try and get him to take her home.

A second later a beam of light, whiter than sunlight had flashed and her eyes went bright white. Blinded, she gasped and rubbed her eyes, to no avail. Maggot-Chan had woken up, and was hungry. Instinct told him to go outside and eat the food so nearby. Until he saw Big Sis was crying, heaving as she blinked tears from her blinded eyes.

"Whats the matter, refu?" Chirped the Maggot curiously, "I smell food, refu! I'm hungry, refu!"

"Come back," said Jissou-Chan as her vision slowly returned, showing blurry shapes, "Maggot-Chan!" The blurry outline of her brother slowly came into focus.

She ran outside, oblivious to the chaos and hell within the clearing. The human man was cutting down jissous left, right, and center. A dirty jissou child in a frayed dress had grabbed Maggot-Chan, ready to bite his head off before a pebble struck her between the eyes. Dropping the dazed and frightened grub to the ground, she fell onto her back screeching. Jissou-Chan picked up her brother, scolding him as she ran back towards their hide-out.

"Oho! I see Jissou-Chan and Maggot-Chan!" Boomed a large jissou with a rotten grin, "Give Daddy some SUGAR!"

Both of them screamed and peddled back, only to find an angry jissou child with a bloody welt between her eyes blocking them, "You will die for that, desu!"

Jissou-Chan threw herself forward, as the massively-endowed jissouseki threw out a meaty hand. In an instant, the jissou in front of them was being filled past capacity with a giant penis. Maggot-Chan whimpered and gave a squirt of green poo, as Jissou-Chan ran past bawling children, cannibalizing grubs and mothers. She watched as jissou was sliced apart by a thin beam of white light from the human's instrument, burned alive in bushed. She found the stump and ran inside, covering the opening with a piece of bark.

The two peeked outside, despite their frightened state, just in time to see Mr. Man doing something to the Rapist. The jissouseki's huge phallus slowly began to tighten around the middle, as through someone had begun squeezing it with a fist. As the jissou came again and again, his body exploded!

The flying jissou crushed and rammed jissous fleeing about, ripping them apart, until he landed into the burnt grass as a wither shade of his former self. Together, Jissou and Maggot-Chan cheered silently.

Until the scrams came.

Holding onto Maggot-Chan, the two huddled inside the tree stump, crying themselves to sleep as the jissousekis around them died horribly.

- - - - -

Morning came. The clearing looked clean, as though no deaths of any kind ever occured. Either way, the only time the two ventured out was to gather water in a thimble. (The cameras that were still be set up didn't notice this.) Jissou-Chan slept again, with Maggot-Chan next to her.

Little did they know, that they were going to be part of a grand experiment.

Not that it would matter.

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TBC...?

Dude... I can't write like you folks... I must resign to reading...

Also a jissou adventure would be an awesome game...

>>129

What'll that be about anyway?

Hey guys, this might not be canon, but enjoy anyway. It's an idea that has been bouncing around in my skull for the past two weeks.

April 13, 2010.

Archibald, George- About a month ago, I was visiting family in Kiev when I met a strange man. He was a tall man with blue eyes, hair graying prematurely from a life of stress. When he spoke, his words boomed out in a deep Slavic accent. I met him at a hotel, removing a family of Jissouseki from the premises in a burlap bag. I could tell from cries of “Let us out techi!” The man holding the bag was a fairly nice guy, and after an interesting conversation about the captured Jissouseki, I managed to arrange a meeting with him the next day. As it turns out, he was a rogue biologist who has been researching Jissou for quite some time. I could not pass up such an interesting story.

I met him the next day on the roof of his apartment building. What follows is a transcript of his interview. Be advised that I did not tamper with his dialogue at all, so expect to see broken English. He knows English, but not fluently.

George: Please state your name.

Researcher: Vladimir Kozlov.

George: Mind if I call you Vlad?

Vladimir: Go ahead.

George: So, Vlad, tell me a little about yourself, like where were you born, where did you live, and all that good stuff.

Vladimir: I born in Kiev, December 14, 1979. (Points into distance) My parent home somewhere across river. Mother was housewife, father work hard at factory. I had little brother, he three year younger than me. I just graduate from University when Soviet Union fall. I receive Master in Biology from National Taras Shevchenko University of Kyiv. I major in biology. It been dream since child to be scientist. Mother always call me “Little Professor.” I first member of my family to get diploma. (Smiles and laughs) Huh huh huh… You should have seen the look on father’s face when his son show diploma at family gettogether. “Little Vlad, I so proud of you!” Huh huh huh! He still proud of me to this day!

George: What did you want to do with your degree?”

Vladimir: I do not remember, sadly.

George: I remember yesterday you were carrying a family of Jissou out of the hotel where I was staying. Do you do this for amusement or for money?

Vladimir: For money, of course. Got to put food on table. Jissou also make good research specimen.

George: So when did you first see a Jissouseki?

Vladimir: I first saw Jissouseki while looking for work in Kiev back in 2006. It was little troll-like creature that jump up and down shouting (imitates Jissouseki child) “Techi Techi! Techi Techi! Techuuu!” I call over passerby and ask, “What is that thing?” Man look at it and say “I do not know!” I get same response from people all day. They not know what it was.

George: Tell me what happened after that.

Vladimir: Three day afterward, I get call from government. They offer job. Good pay, life-time medical insurance. It seemed like a very good deal. (Becomes more stern) Never, ever accept job from government that offer free medical care for life! You not know where they send you, so not accept.

George: Where did the government send you?

Vladimir: They sent us to Chernobyl.

George: Chernobyl? You mean THAT Chernobyl?!

Vladimir: No, it that other Chernobyl in Disneyland where animal sing and child are-- Of course THAT Chernobyl! We station in abandoned hotel in Prypiat. Was not so abandoned when I arrive. There snipers on rooftop and military men on ground around hotel. Prypiat very scary place at night… Sometimes, we think we see ghost… Ah, on topic. When we get to hotel, we told we are part of Chernobyl Containment Project.

George: Tell me about that.

Vladimir: It very serious operation. It start when government began seeing Jissou population appear in Kiev and move upwards. They probably originate from plane arriving from Kyoto. Concern from scientist was, “What if Jissou eat food contaminated by radioactive material in the Red Forest or, God forbid, get inside Reactor 4?” They could eat something contaminated by remnant of 1986 accident and spread potentially harmful material to other places. Consequence were severe; they could turn whole East Europe into radioactive wasteland. Chernobyl Containment Project meant to secure Zone of Alienation, build stronger sarcophagus around Reactor 4, and seal it for at least 400 years. My job was to patrol around Prypiat, wiping out all Jissou I came across and anybody who was not where supposed to be. Oddly enough, my brother got same patrol as me. Ah! My brother! I nearly forgot to talk about him. He get Master in Nuclear Physics three year after I get Master in Biology. You should have seen me and Father. “Little Anatoly, we so proud of you!” I, father, and grandfather nearly crush him in group hug. Huh huh huh… Ah, good times…

George: How was the job?

Vladimir: It Hell. 24 hour day, radiation high enough to fry your brain in some place, vagabond, bandit, and wild animal make life dangerous. That and uniform. Radiation suit, pack of anti-rad drug, Geiger Counter, and AKS-74U with five clip of ammunition. That biohazard suit get hotter than hell after eight hours, imagine having to wear it all the time!

George: What was the worst moment on your patrol?

Vladimir: There this one guy, he vagabond, he not where supposed to be, near an old military base near Chernobyl. I say “Hey, you not supposed to be here! Go home!” He pull out gun and start shoot at me. I got one burst, but that all it take. His chest get ripped open by bullets. Most haunting thing about that day was man’s eye. I saw him die. He still haunt my dream at night.

George: What was your weirdest encounter in the Zone of Alienation?

Vladimir: It was first time I see maggot.

George: A maggot? You mean like a fly maggot?

Vladimir: No, Jissou maggot. Jissouseki have three life stage: maggot, child, and adult.

George: Okay, now that we’ve cleared that up, tell me about the encounter.

Vladimir: Well, I in abandoned village near Prypiat. On fence there was green thing, no bigger than thumb, inch forward. When brother and I approach, it roll over on back, smile and say (Imitating Jissouseki maggot) “Belly soft, squishy refu! Please rub refu!” I turn to brother and ask, “What in world is that?” He look at me and say “You’re biologist! You tell me!” We chose side of caution, and knocked it off fence. It die on impact with ground. We about to move on when something punch brother in leg. It scream, “Why does it kill my baby desu?! It is evil men desu!” Heh. Brother kick it back and unload clip of bullets into it. It explode. Got green shit all over our suit. We search village to be on safe side. We find small group of twenty, twenty five Jissou living in the village. The children make nice crunchy noise when hit with shovel. Adult make for good target practice. Heh heh heh. I still hear their screams every now and then. (Imitates holding his rifle) “TECHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!” “BANGBANGBANG” SPLAT! HA HA HA HA ho ho ho… Ah, those were great times.

George: So you two had fun, right?

Vladimir: Sometimes. Most of time, it either boring or dangerous. One of most fun moments was in Red Forest. We run across small family of Jissou along old road, three children and mother. Anatoly and I get bored with shooting on sight, so we decide to play around with them. Mother ask, “Am I not cute desu?” Anatoly laughed and said, “Cute you are, but your child is far cuter!” as he point to a child. Mother get so angry she turn around and stomp own child to death in front of her other children. I say this time, “Ah, you are cute, but your youngest child is so much cuter!” Mother pick up rock and splatter child’s brain all over ground. Last child shit herself with fright. Mother look at us and say “Am I cutest now desu?” I and Anatoly nearly fall over laughing. Mother get so angry she storms toward child. Child like “No! Please don’t kill me, mama! I love you techi!” Mother pick up child and piledrive head first into ground! Mother start crying when she realize all her children dead. She then perk up, take off her panties, and shake ass at us. “Desuuuuu…” Anatoly say, "That hot." I first think it joke, until Anatoly unzip pants. I look at him, he look back like “This is going to be great.” He stick something inside her, and she shudder with pleasure. She panic as she finds herself lifted into air. Turns out thing is not Anatoly, it his assault rifle. He pulled trigger, splattering Jissou parts everywhere. We walk away laughing.

George: What was the hardest moment of your job?

Vladimir: Leaving brother behind.

George: When did this happen?

Vladimir: It happen about a year and five months into job. We called to Chernobyl Power Plant. I, my brother, and 11 other guys sent into the Sarcophagus.

George: You mean, INSIDE Reactor #4?!

Vladimir: Yes. Inside reactor.

George: Why?

Vladimir: Some worker report Jissou in area around New Safe Confinement Construction site. Then robot come back showing a Jissou inside Sarcophagus. We sent in to eliminate problem before Jissou leave carrying radioactive material within them.

George: How did it go?

Vladimir: Badly.

George: Tell me about it.

Vladimir: Three guys enter sarcophagus before us. Only one come out, and his hair falling out. He die shortly after. We enter, not much better. I lose three guys almost five minutes in, killed by overexposure to radiation or falling rubble. Two guys find Jissou, then radio go dead. All I hear is sound of guys screaming. We go find them. There not much left of them. They leave big mess. Blood everywhere. Then, we see what killed them. A Jissou as big as man gnaw on severed leg. We shoot it, and it do what other Jissou do: burst like water balloon. We continue down hallway, and find large maggot size of baby. It say, “Too loud refu.” We shot it and it explode like slimy grenade, and find more maggots and repeat. Just then, our sensors detected a radiation spike caused by collapsing rubble. We evacuate. Everybody else aside from brother collapse from radiation or get lost in hallway. Our lights getting dim, so we had hard time sticking together. Then, it happen. A beam fall from ceiling and hit my brother. Break his skull, I guess. I try to get him free when guy on radio yell “Get out of there! NOW! GO GO GO!” I run toward exit. I finally find it. I went to get help, but they tell me that radiation kill him. (Looks away) My brother’s GPS locator still active for several days afterwards. He not move for two day, then three days later, he move 24 meters, then stop. Not long after, signal go dead. They not find his or others’ body. I think I know what happen. One guy’s radio remain on entire time. Sticky button, I guess. I hear whisper while at base. “Hungry techi…” “Mr. Man die techi” “Food techi” “My share techi!”. Gave me nightmare.

George: How did your family take the death of your brother?

Vladimir: Very hard. Mother start crying, Father ask me, “Why you not help him?” I not put up with them. I hung up. They didn’t speak to me until my leukemia.

George: Wait, you had leukemia? How did you find out?

Vladimir: About three months after job complete, I receive cut while cooking. It not stop bleeding, even after four hours. It minor injury, you see. I go to hospital, and doctor there say I have leukemia. I blame being in the Zone for too long.

George: What do you feel about the Jissouseki?

Vladimir: They worst ecological disaster this century. So many species go extinct, entire biosphere disrupted. And we can’t eradicate them.

George: When did you decide to study Jissou?

Vladimir: After I returned home and found Father torturing one. He strap it to table and cut off limbs one by one. “Why you take my son from me? Why, Why?!” He yelled. It kind of funny, if you saw it. An old man yelling like a crazy man while the Jissou is screaming “TECHAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS IT HURTS TECHIIIIIIII!” Father not crazy. Father normally good man. He used to feed stray dogs in street table scraps, even If they bit him in process. He not act like my father. I needed to find reason for strange behavior.

George: Did you find it?

Vladimir: I think I have, I need to finish paper and submit to peer review.

George: Can you tell me a little bit of it?

Vladimir: My paper tell discovery of Jissou marker pheromone that cause increase in aggressive activity in human. I find pheromone emitted from pores all over body, and test concentrated version of it on volunteers. They get extremely angry at slight provocation and become violent in instant. That all I have ready for review.

George: Well thank you for your time Vlad.

Vladimir: Anytime.

After the interview, Vlad and I went out for a drink. He also showed me some of the more interesting sites around the city, like several notable land marks in Kiev and the best restaurants in town. After another week in his company, we parted ways. He told me, “Come back if you want to talk more, yes?”

(Update November 2009: In September, I went back to visit Kiev again. I called Vlad’s number and did not receive a reply. I managed to track down a friend of his. That’s when I heard the news.

Vlad died in July, his paper unfinished. His leukemia came back a mere two months after we last spoke, and he was simply too weak to fight it. He lingered for about a month, then he died. He passed on with his parents by his side the whole time. His ashes were scattered in a small piece of land near the Chernobyl Power Plant, according to his last wishes. He wanted to be as close as he could be to the brother who he could not help those years ago. His name has been carved into a monument in front of the New Safe Confinement structure, yet another name added to the list of lives taken by the Zone.
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Comments: Yes, I have been playing too much S.T.A.L.K.E.R. I just needed to get it out of my system.

Based on a short comic made by the guy that made the pest control comic, but I can't read japanese so I'll improvise!

"I hate this job. I hate my life." Said the man that worked a small convenience store that sat in the center of a busy intersection of the city that it was located in. Across the street was a 40-50 foot across circle of gravel and plant life. Well, it was more like an island in the middle of a tornado of traffic. Rumors say there's a cannibal tribe of jissouseki there, as its remote location is amidst speeding steel, and even abusers don't want to risk becoming roadkill like the small Jissouseki that attempt to escape being eaten by the other larger ones.

It is a preferred hiding place for this tribe, as no one really needs to go there. The plant life residing on the gravel and sod is mostly oleander, and no city service objects requiring maintenance are on that plot of land. But I babble. We go back to the man in the convenience store that hates his life and job.

"Hey, watch the counter I'm gonna go clean the bathroom." He called out to another worker that was busy with inventory and stock.

"About time, it stinks in there. Don't forget the bleach." the other man answered and walked behind the counter to help a customer ring up their purchase.

"Yeah, whatever." He got the mop, a bucket, and a bottle of industrial strength cleaner.

Upon entering the bathroom, he heard the familiar chirps of 'techiiii!', from deep within one of the stalls.

His breathing heightened and he felt tense, highly excited at the prospect of mangling a jissouseki. He was one of the ones that got a thrill from their pain and anguish, and sometimes fapped during his torturing administrations. In fact, his hand had already snaked down his pants and started wiggling his joystick right there.

He started to walk down the hall towards the stall where the chirping came from, and he heard them more clearly now.

"Push mama, techa."

"I want more sisters, techi!"

"I am tired, desu."

"what's that, techi?"

"Someone is coming, techiin."

"A human maybe, techi?"

"Will he take us home, techa?"

"No, desu! Run away while you can, desu!"

He came to the stall and opened it. As usual, the mother Jissouseki was laying in the toilet and giving birth to her children in it with her back towards the drain. Two children were on either side of her, and three of them were lying in the toilet, their faces just above the water. They could have been dead or sleeping, but he didn't care.

"Human is tall, techu!" One of them stood on one foot, hand on cheek and head tilted with her tongue hanging out cutely, the other saying 'techaaaa.' and looking at him blankly.

"Leave us alone, desu!" The mother had red tears flooding both cheeks and was visibly shaking, lips peeled back in a frightened frown. Part from the labor, the other part from her experience she's had with humans.

"What do we have here?" He stooped down, taking the face of a nice human. He reached out to pet one of her children on the head. It responded with panting and lifting up her skirt to reveal her panties and bulging belly.

"Taking us home, techii?"

"We're cute and lovable, techu, we eat very little, techa!"

The mother started to feel relieved at first, her lips almost cracking into a smile.

"Maybe, but first I have to clean this toilet." He said, and pulls out the bottle of cleaner packed with chemicals that can dissolve almost any matter.

"NO, D-DESUUUU!" The mother knew what he was going to do, and her face fell even more, baring teeth and trying to growl menacingly.

He unscrewed the cap on the bottle and poured the majority into the water that the other three children were laying in, and immediately their skin turned purple and white, the chemicals dissolving their soft flesh immediately. Even their eyeballs started to melt. His other hand had been in his pants for a while, masturbating to the sight.

"Mama, our sisters don't look so good, techi!"

"What is that water, techa?"

"M-m-m-my babies, desu!" She picked up one of the lifeless clumps of melting flesh and licked it futilely, as if thinking it would instantly revive. "DECHAAAA! My tongue burns, desu!"

"Mama, what's wrong with sister, te-CHIIIIIIII!" She was suddenly grasped by the man, who dropped his pants to reveal his own meat.

"Well, if you want more children I can help you make more!" He ripped the underwear off of the child in his hand, and positioned its vagina with his meat. In no time it was filled with his cream, screaming in pain. Her squirmings caused the rest of it to fly in every direction. Some in her eye, on her clothes, and even in her mouth. She coughed at the salty taste. The red eye of the child turned green as it went into pregnancy stages, green tears flooding its face. He then dropped the child back down where he grasped it, next to its mother. She reached out towards her pregnant child.

"My child is too small to have babies, desu! She will die, desu!"

"Mama....I feel funny, techii. Will I be a breeding Jissouseki, techiin?" Said the child as it lay there covered in semen.

He then picked up the other child, and pulled its hoodie down.

"W-what are you doing, mr man? Will you make me a breeding jissouseki to-OOOIIICHI!" He popped her head like a zit, brain matter squirting out of her ears and nose, eyes bleeding uncontrollably and its mouth quivering as it loses control of its functions, then set her down next to her mother.

He then grabbed the one he impregnated, and it looked up at him with bright green hopeful eyes, and asked "Will I be human's lover, techii?"

The mother Jissouseki had began to climb out of the toilet, and stared in shock at her child that was now missing a brain. "cruel, evil human, desu! Stop hurting my babies, desu!"

"re....chu......te.......cha" The braindamaged sister said, then staggered, and emptied its bowels into its white panties. It falls backwards, blood and brains sliding onto the floor, its panties bursting from the load.

"Like I want a filthy animal for a lover, or even one that has my child!" He pulls out a box cutter, and the child in his hand screams out, flailing its limbs and finally shits itself as well, its panties overflowing as the box cutter severs her tiny arms like salami for a sandwich. Its teeth is clenched, face goes purple as it hisses a scream.

"IT HURTS TECHIII! HELP ME MAMA TEGYAAAA!" She flails and flings blood everywhere.

"I will get you for this, desu! Cruel human, dejaaaaa!" Its face wrinkles into a snarl, the center of it beet red in anger, as she waddles towards the man.

"deeeeeee chiiin." the braindamaged Jissou squeaks out, probably from death throes.

He then holds the jissou child by the head and slices it in half at the hips, then drops it near the brain damaged jissou.

"Ma...ma....it hurts....te.....chaaaaaaa.." As it dies from shock and loss of blood and bowels.

"Pay, desu! Die, desu!" Its face is still curled up in rage, face going purple as the man grabs its tuft of hair, hoodie and pigtails and pulls with all of his rage, ripping it all off and leaving behind a naked gremlin.

"You should have just resigned yourself to your fate, you ugly little monster!" He ripped up her clothing and hair, kicked her into the toilet and dropped the shredded remains of its beauty on the blood and shit stained floor. "I'll let you live just to be in despair of your bald and naked self."

He left the bathroom as it was, and decided to clean it later. The mother lay in the toilet, looking at the remains of her children and cries.

"Human should not be so cruel, desu!"

Be nice to see a wave of mutant jissouseki. Radiation testing on jissou obviously increases their size...Beckham has been doing some odd experiments...

Might explain why.

The radiation might have also removed the pheromones, but not their annoying habits.

I've been watching this thread for quite a while now, and I have an idea for a story, but I don't know if I should try it.

The setting would be the distant future, at an amusement park fully equipped for and built around the torture of Jissous.

I think it's pretty obvious that any of you would be better suited to do this than me, so before I attempt to write it, I want to know if anyone else wants to use my idea instead. I'll delete this post in three days, if no one's decided they want it by then, I'll give it a shot, though I have doubts in my ability.

>>130

Survival like escaping from a rapist jissou and gathering nuts and berries for onee-larva-chan? :))

>>131:

LOL STALKER!

Mr. Man being Nice and His Horrible Ways: Day 1

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Today was a good day. I had gotten my paycheck, I had an entire day off. It had been a while since I had visited the park, to enjoy the fresh air, and the weather was quite pleseant for one. I found myself walking the entire length of the place several times. Tired, and happy, I perused an old newspaper and sat down at a bench. After half an hour or so, I dozed off.

I woke sometime later that afternoon to a number of chirps and coos near my left leg. Blinking in half-awoken confusion, I looked down. Before me were seven Jissouseki. One, obviously a mother, was lifting up her shirt to reveal two colored nipples, red and green to match her eyes and piss-soaked panties. Two children were busy sucking from the exposed tits, and another child sat on the mother's knee fed and happy, though very dirty.

One child however, was not fed and reduced to eating a large amount of semi-solid green slime flowing in bulk from her stained panties. I blinked in disgust. Personally, I have not had much interactions with jissouseki. Once I was accosted by a mother, who begged me to take her child home. I didn't, mainly because that child was already dead.

"You took my milk techu!"

"I waited like a good jissou, onee-!"

"I was first, techi! Me! I teach you lesson, techi!!"

On my left, under the bench, a jissou had begun striking her sister, who cowered and hid her face with a pair of tiny arms to fend the blows away, to little effect. I blinked and decided to intervene. Gently, I nudged the little jissou away from her cowering sibling, sending her falling to the ground and surprise and a loud squeal. The mother started and looked up in fright, "Please, don't hurt us, desu! Leave my children alone, desu! Take me instead!"

I was hurt, to think that she would think I would try to kill her poor kids. She paled as I picked up the crying jissou. The small jissou child was the size of a small sake cup, and almost as light. She hiccuped, not noticing me as I gently set her down onto the bench beside me. Wiping away her tears, she looked up just as I petted her little head gently.

She stared at me in surprise and instantly chirped happily, "Did you save me Mr. Man?"

I nod and glare at the small angry jissou child, continuing to pet the young jissou next to me. The Mother set her two sucking kids down and smoothed out her dirty dress, "Thank you, Mr. Man! Do you like my daughter, desu? Is she not cute?"

I nod absentmindedly, "Yes, she is very pretty. But she smells bad."

The mother looked at the daughter responsible and growled, flashing her red and green eyes angrily, "Bad jissou-Chan!"

The daughter cowered, loosening her bowels at the same time and dumping a large amount of shit, "I'm sorry, techa! Don't hurt me, Mama!"

The mother backhanded the child, bruising her and making an even large pile of green shit. I crinkle my eyebrows at this display of vilenece, feeling slightly sick now. The child wept loudly and begged, "Sorry! I'[m sorry, Mama! Please, techi!"

I stopped her from dying a painful death as the mother prepared to end her daughter's life by kicking the former into the air. I hadn't meant to, but the mother sailed like a football in the air and landed with a soft thump a meter away. Knocked unconscious, I was rewarded with a cry of gratitudfe from the recently abused jissou.

"Thank you Mr. Man," said the child gratefully, running up to my shoe and hugging it, "You protected me from Bad Mama! I must thank you, techi!"

Now being assaulted by two graeful jissou, one purring and clutching at my hand, the other huggin my shoe, it was only a matter of time before I was assaulted by the other jissou.

"You hit Mama!"

"You are bad man, techi!"

"Mama won't wake! Mr. Man killed her!"

The three ran forward, punching and kicking my other shoe with all their might. Their blows may as well been a blow of air for all it was worth. I didn't want to hurt them and let them get it out of their systems. After trying to attack me, they futiley attackedme with child-like names. After that failed to faze me, they started insulting the jissou who seemed to idolize me. I scooped the two siblings up and protected them by setting them onto the bench.

Reduced to screaming, crying wrecks, the worst came in the form of the badly bruised mother who apparently woke up from her flight. Wheezing, the now disabled jissou stumbled towards me, her hareliped mouth growling. Scooping up her children in fury, she threw one of them as hard as she could at me. I caught the screaming frightened jissou with a hand, which left me with a handful of green poo. Angry that the living missile had not achieved its purpose, she hefted another one.

"MAMA! What are you doing, techi?" Bawled a jissou, before she was launched into the air. The jissou's aim was poor, and the poor thing flew past and over me into a tree. The three kids in my possession went pale blue and began gibbering incoherently. Even more enraged, the mother raised the last jissou, who promptly bit the stubby little fist gripping it. Shitting a literal mountain, the mother screamed in a mixture of anger and horror as she dropped her child to the ground.

"Help me Mr. Man! I'm sorry! Please, techi!"

I obliged and set her near her sisters, who huddled around each other in a group as they fearfully watched their enraged mother.

The mother looked very much like a monster now. Shit had stained her panties bib, and legs green. Blood filled her mouth, missing both teeth and a part of her tongue that she likely bit off in a fit of rage. Unable to express herself in words, she charged.

I reacted and picked up my legs, where she ran straight into the dirt.

The jissou kids next to me cried.

"Mama, stop, please!"

"You're scaring me Mama!"

"Stop, techi!"

"Mama!"

The jissouseki lost all control and leapt onto me, screaming incoherently. I struck the jissou in mid-jump, burying my fist in her stomach. Me and the jissou children watched as the mother fell to the ground, coughing and spitting out blood and vomit. Her face was covered in blood. Within seconds, her incoherent babbling of rage turned to shock as her belly bulged. Both eyes blinking red tears and blood, her weakened belly stretched. Combined with the stress of sudden pregnancy, the kicked, punched belly's skin split open as a few dozen maggots launched into the air.

I covered my face with my arms as it began raining freshly born jissouseki maggots.

After a torrent of 'Refu!', splattering sounds, and squeals, I opened my eyes.

The entire area around me was colored red and green. Surprisngly, I was spared the staining. The four kids next to me however were quite unwell.

Two had died of fright, their faces blue and panties expanded beyqond capacity, permenantly stained green.

One was quite still, her body crushed under a dying grub, her face filled with agony as she slowly died.

The last remained alive, holding onto a grub, and licking the slime off it's body. As soon as the face was cleaned off, it opened it's red and green eyes and barked, "Refu?"

I sighed. From a nice nap in the park, the day had turned into an unintentional bloodfest.

I looked down at the jissou-chan, and she looked up back at me.

She spoke first, "Can Maggot-Chan come home with us?"

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End Day 1

The next morning he tended to his flock as usual, but came to a unexpected sight. Three older grubs had attached themselves to the floor in pupa cases. It seems they were evolving into children. He didn't want them disturbed, so emptied the rest of the grubs into the box with the ones born last night. The older ones then whispered to the newer ones about the strict rules about not eating each other or else you get killed horribly. "REHU!!!" They squeak in fear and squirt out green ooze in shock.

"Nice, I do need more baby machines after this one dies." He removed the blanket and the mother was awake, staring into his blackened soul with its dim red and green eyes.

"Hello Mr Man, desu." It sighed, as it prepared for another day of cruelty, but looked surprised as she was unstrapped, lifted off the wall and set down on the floor. "Desu?"

"I'm giving you the day off. You can play with your kids for a while too." He took her clothes from the desk drawer and dropped them on her wrinkled, hairy head. "But if you attack me or try to escape, you'll be next to be tortured."

"Yes, desu." She put on her clothes and waddled over to the cages. "Mommy is here, desu!"

"Rehu! Mama rehu!" Some of them barked and collected at the wall where she was at. She picked up one of them and sat down, playing with it.

For a moment he felt guilt at what he's done, but it went away at the thought of killing another grub in another satisfying, imaginative way. He suddenly got the urge to peel a grub pupa off the box, glue it to the cieling, and when it hatches it'll fall to a horrible, amusing, messy death on the ground. He smiles faintly at the idea.

He watched the mother play with as many of her grubs as she could, and he picked up the box with the evolving grubs. "Look at this, Jisso mama." He announced, and turned the box opening towards her so she could see them. They were sleeping peacefully, tongues slightly hanging out the side of their mouths from gravity.

"Don't hurt them Mr Man! Please, desu!" She put the grub she was playing with back into the pen and crawled over on stubs and knees, tears flowing down her face. After an appropriate distance, she began to pant and sit down on her bottom, then roll backwards to expose her green stained vagina, rubbing it exhibitionately and saying "Use me instead! Don't hurt them desu!"

He sighed disgustedly, then got an idea. "You know what? I won't hurt them anymore. From now on, you and your children will live comfortably and out of danger." He smiles at her, and adds. "Can you bring me one of your children? I'd like to hold it and give it some candy." He was completely lying of course. He wanted to see if she would have a moment of joy just like all the other times he pulled this stunt, yet somehow they never get it.

Her expression brightens, as he thought, and she gets up, waddles over to the tank, and reaches out to pick up a grub, then turns and waddles back over, her smile having turned into a larger triangle. She holds out the grub carefully, tongue hanging out of her mouth in newfound joy.

He reaches out with his hand, and gingerly takes the grub, tickling its belly. It pants and licks the air, squirting out green slime. He thought that it was disgusting, and resisted crushing it. "You know what?" He asks the mother.

She looks up at him questioningly, stub on face and head cocked. "Yes Mr Man, desu?"

"I've killed so many of your kids, but whenever you're promised a happy life, you forget about all of the children that have died, even if they're right in front of your face, and you never remember all of the other times I've said that. You, as a race of creatures, are incredibly self centered and greedy. Why care about your children when you know you can just make 30 more by cutting your hand and rubbing your eye?" He grasped the grub body between thumb and index, and flicked its head with his middle finger. Its delicate neck snapped, and the head flew at the mother to bounce off of her head and fly through the pointy ears, then splat onto the wall of the see-through cage. "A field goal!" He yelled at her.

"REEEEE!" The grubs screamed in horror as the head exploded, leaving behind a death visage and runny eyeballs. Green slime was shot everywhere from their fright, and the one directly facing the 'face' of the exploded head fainted.

Her eyes went wide in shock, and trembled as the mean man threw the rest of the maggot into her face, where its organs squirted out. "MY BABY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU DEEESAAAAA!!!!" The mother snarls in fury and leaps at his leg, sinking her yellow teeth into his calf. She firmly grabbed onto his leg for dear life and bit continuously, but the jeans don't yield easily to her attacks and act like natural armor. He just feels an uncomfortable pinch. Her face wrinkles, reddening from all of her days of pent up anger. She squirts shit onto the floor and his shoe as she struggles. "WHY IS MR MAN SO CRUELTY DESU!" She murmers with a mouthful of jeans.

"You little bitch!" He grabbed one of her pigtails and pulled with all of his might. She was ripped off of her grip and now hangs by that hair, body twisting and limbs flailing.

"I'll kill you monster man, desu! Just die, desu!" She flailed furiously, shit just streaming from her anus like one of hell's garden sprinklers.

He began swinging her like a pendulum into the nearest wall. Slam! Bonk! Oof! Pow!

"Desu! DECHU! DECHAA! DEEEN!" Her eyes bug out with each impact, flatulence ripping with every thud against the stucco, but her bowels are already empty and there's nothing left to shit out. She regrets her outburst, as now he's probably going to kill her.

He stopped swinging her, and raised her up to eye level. "You know what, you fucking piglet?" He hissed in anger.

"De.......cha?" She stares through him, stunned from the impacts and blinking wildly.

"You don't need arms and legs to make babies, do you?" He glared at her, and firmly gripped one of her arms threateningly, and pulled on it hard enough to make a joint pop.

She perked up at the realization that she might lose an arm, and pleaded as her anus puckered again in instinctual dry heave. "No Mr Man! Please don't hurt me, desu!" She looked up at him in anguish, lips spreading to reveal fearful clenched teeth.

"No, I told you what would happen if you attacked me. You're going to lose an arm for it!" He carried her by the hair into the kitchen, her limbs still flailing wildly and attempting to get free. She swiped at her own hair, attempted to rip it out. Unfortunately Jissouseki limbs aren't that long or flexible, and only other jissouseki or humans can rip out their hair.

He slams her down on the table, and grabbed the restraining tool that he made just for adults. It had two metal loops drilled into the table, and a chain with a snappy loop to attach it to one of them. The snappy loop attached to the other chain, perfect for restraining the neck of the jissou. the other limbs he taped down with duct tape.

"Please mercy on me Mr Man! I not do it again please! Will do anything, desu!" She pleaded, straining against the tape and tears streaming down the sides of her head.

He grabbed a meat cleaver, and stood to the side of her, raising the cleaver above her head. "What are you doing?! Mr Man don't kill me please! You said you would take my arm instead, desu!!!" She shrieked fearfully, and he laughed.

"So now you want me to take your arm, huh?" He said as he grunted and brought the cleaver down on her face violently, but swerved to strike the table with a loud thunk next to her ear.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO...." Her fear overwhelmed her, and she fainted, unable to add a 'desu' at the end. Her eyes stared blankly upwards, except the green one was now red. Meanwhile, her belly started inflating as the fright kicked on a survival pregnancy.

"Ooooh. I didn't know scaring them could make them shoot babies." He looked at the mother that was unconscious, and wondered how they would be pushed out, but then shrugged and pressed on her belly,

Pressure accumuled and made the maggots squirt out of her vagina like a machinegun, the maggots arced through the air and flew off of the table. They splattered as they hit the ground, eyeballs flying out and organs shooting out of their tails. "Woops." He put his hand in front of her crotch and then squeezed more, about 15 more grubs squirting out and collecting on the table. He went to the mini fridge and got his spray bottle, then started to clean them off with cold blasts to the face. The grubs shivered, barked and crawled around aimlessly on the table. "Rehu!" "Rehu!"

He grabbed a chair and sat down, pulling all the grubs over to him and using his arm to keep them from falling off the table. He reached out to one of the grubs, and it rolled over. He started poking it, and it panted, waggled its tail and tongue, squirting drool and slime in all directions. He pressed down a little harder, and it conveyed distress by whining and shaking its head. The other grubs took notice and started to crawl over. "Rehu?" They said to the grub that was in discomfort.

"Re...e.....e.........e" The grub choked out with whatever air it had left in an attempt to say rehu. It started to squirm underneath the finger violently, the continued pressure making slime squirt out of its anus. Its face had gone purple and red as it started to suffocate, the finger not giving it room to breathe.

"Why are you guys so fun to torture?" He asks to no one in particular, as he continues to cause pain for the poor little grub. He finally released it, and it panted heavily, the color coming back to its face. It forgets what Mr Man did to it, and rolls over for another tummy rub, like an idiot. Another grub started to nuzzle his finger affectionately. He put the happy lovable grub into the palm of his hand. "Well well, what makes you so happy when you're so close to getting squashed?"

"Mr Man clean me, I like Mr Man, rehu!" It rolled over into a finger crevice and wiggled its limb stubs, and waggling its tongue and tail as it looked up at him like he was a parent. For a moment, he actually.....LIKED IT. And now that he looked more closely, he thought it was kind of cute, like a talking pea pod.

"Well, I know of another grub that's going into a special home!" He stands up and goes to make it a home out of a box of strike on strip matches, with napkins as bedding and a supply of rabbit pellets and a pepsi bottle cap filled with water, then closes the box with a little crack open for air and light. "You're going to be my little pet from now on!" He says to it, then goes back to the table to see a grub crawl off the edge and fall to its doom, with bulging eyes and a cry of 'Rehuuuuuuuuuuu!'

"Aw, man. A grub that dumb I wanted to squash." He walked over to the table and looked down at the grub, which was crawling on the carpet. Wait, it was alive? Oh, right. It landed on the carpeted area, and this carpet was shag, man. He picked it up by its hoodie, and it began to squirt out guacamole at how high it was and how fast it was going, eventually Mr Man swinging into its vision.

"Rehu!" It barked happily at him, wagging his tail and tongue flapping around wildly.

"I have a more interesting fate for you, little guy." He stood up, walked over to the still-unconscious mother, opened her mouth, and put the grub into it, making sure the teeth held it in place so that it didn't go down her throat. "Heheh." Lifting up the spray bottle, he began spraying the mother's face to get it to wake up.

"Rehu?" It looked around at the teeth, its head unable to move and its tail resting on a moist spongy object. Its face paled as it realized it was inside a MOUTH! "REHU! REHU!!!!" It barked in terror and began to cry, just as the mother began to wake up. The tongue moved reflexively, stroking the grub's tail which in turn brought about a flood of grub sauce from its fear of being eaten. The mother swallowed unconsciously, teeth closing shut slowly. "REHIIII!" It squealed as its neck was cracking, compacting and soon, severing the head. The evil man picked up the head and put it on her snout so that she would see it. The mother was finally conscious, and felt something yummy in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed.

"Did Mr Man give me food, desu?" She asked, licked her pigly chops and her eyes darted over to look at him.

"No, you ate one of your babies." He grinned. "It was in quite some anguish too, until you bit its head off. Look at your nose."

She looked down her face and stared at the head of one of her grubs. Its eyes were dark and its tongue hung limply out of its triangle mouth. She looked horrified, and began to cry with the usual high pitched noise, nose and mouth dribbling mucus and saliva. The grub head rolled off and exploded on impact with the table. There was then silence, the mother making no more sounds.

He cocked his head and looked more closely at her. She was breathing and blinking, and had the usual despairing expression. "What's the matter? Why don't you cry out?" He said, and flicked her puffy cheek. No response. Then pinched it hard, making the skin turn purple. No response?! Then he lifted the cleaver and hung it over her head as if he was going to drop it on her. No response, not even a wiggle.

"Great, NOW you lose the will to live." He reached over to pick up a grub, threatening to crush it in front of her. No response. "Come on! Make some noise! Cry and beg for its life!" He growled and threw the grub right into her face, making it explode on impact, her green eye going red with its blood. No response, just the machine-like production of grubs. He grabbed a handful of the newborns and assaulted her in rage, throwing them into her face. They each popped violently, making wheezing sounds as they do so. She still didn't even whine. He even offered her candy!

At the end, the kitchen table was a bloody, shitty mess, and now his main source of entertainment was gone. Just a soulless baby maker was left behind.

"Well, since you're no longer talking or moving, I'll just...."

You, the viewer, will choose the fate of the mother!

A: Let her go.

B: Kill her.

C: Perform an operation to hook her up to a life support machine, one that will keep her nourished and easily impregnated.

>>137
C.
Definitely C. XD

C of course!

C.

C. A hundred times C.

Mr. Man being Nice and His Horrible Ways: Day 2

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After the fiasco at the park, I decided to help the surviving jissou at that little impromptu event. I couldn't take them home, no way. I felt sorry for those things, but I couldn't afford to have any pets. Of the six jissou and mother, only one child remained. The rest had died during the mother's inexplicable rampage after I prevented her from attacking one of her own daughter after she was caught beating up a sibling. The mother's death came during her knockout from my fist, blood from her toothless mouth had poured into her green eye, accidentally illiciting pregnancy in an instant.

Her stomach had been stretched taut and broke down. The mother died like a bomb, and most of the surviving children had died when grubs fell onto them like hail.

The other two currently lived in the backyard of my house. I gave them a small cardboard box that used to hold some of my books and papers from middle school. Inside were newspapers, a few old clean towels, a number of old plastic bowls, and edible plants and fruits from my garden.

"Thank you Mr. Man! You must be the best human ever," squeaked the jissou child, practically crying in happiness. They took to the box easily and lived well for the next month or so. I occasionally come out, mainly to take care of the garden. The jissous often come out to greet me whenever I find the time to sink my hands into the dirt. Sometimes they even help out. The grub had grown well, and was twice the size it had once been. It would grow into a child soon. The jissou child was larger and plumper as well. Her face was not as ugly as her mother's had been. Her clothes were also well taken care of and harelip not as pronounced.

One day, she knocked on the backdoor. I opened it to find her carrying a large pink frayed old purse, little Jissou-Chan clutching her skirt as they both looked up at me. "What is the matter," I had asked.

"I have taken your hospitality for too long, desu! I must take my leave," said the jissouseki nervously, "I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Man! Maggot-Chan has grown up, and is Jissou-Chan now! I must make a life for ourselves, desu! We cannot stay."

I agreed and let her out into the street.

Little did I know I would see her again the very next day...

>>137

B. Starve her to death!

>>105

One of the best stories I have ever read. If you don't write oar, I will find you and cut your head off with a toothbrush. I'm being serious.

>>137

C. use her to terrorize her maggots while your at it (how I do not know)

PROTIP: Use Microsoft text to speech program to hear these stories while you go to bed :3

I can't seem to be able to write a proper Jissou Abuse story.

So heres my attempt:



B-b..Because, techi! (Part 1)

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Looking for jissouseki is relatively easier than one would expect. Like a great rodent population, you find them most populous in the alley-ways and areas around urban housing, behind restaurants and marketplaces, and warehouses and ports. You might find one in your backyard, maybe even within your own home; quietly and sometimes cleverly hiding from sight in the basement or the attic.

But the largest populations comes from the parks. Next to that are the forests or pastures in the countryside. But parks remain the number one way to run across many jissouseki.

I myself have a jissouseki as a pet, along a few to play with for my amusement, if nothing more. Many of these creatures are expendable, to an almost ridicoulous degree. The ones worthy of being pets, and thus entitled to a good life of treats, bedding, love and care, are the smart ones. It foten hard to ever find a jissou smart enough to grace you. But how to tell which ones are the dumb retarded stupid ones from the above average to high in intelligence?

Simple! You just ask them, whenever they waddle up to you by themselves or in a group asking (and in some cases, demanding) you to take them home, why you should.

And watch the spectacular results.

You often find them in large packs of two to twelve. Right now I had been accosted by two jissou. One was obviously a recently grown adult with the responsibilities of a mother to boot. On her arms was a slumbering jissou child, looking exactly like a miniature, but cuter, version of herself.

"Hello Mr. Man!"

I smile, quietly humoring her, "Hello jissou mother."

"Is my daughter not cute, desu?" She asked, her brightly colored eyes glowing with anticipation.

"Yes," I replied honestly, "She looks so very cute!"

"Am I not cute too, techi?"

I raise an eyebrow and bluntly replied, "You are ugly. I don't know how your kid lives whenever she wakes up to your face. And frankly, you smell worse than a horse that died on crack."

The mother stared at me, red and green tears welling up in her large eyes. She wiped some away with an arm, now openly crying, "I'm not ugly, desu! I'm a pretty jissou Mama, desu! You are a mean jerk, desu!"

"Ha! Me, mean? That may be so Jissou Mama, but I am honest!" I replied with a snort of laughter, "Your daughter is cute, you are not!"

"I AM cute! You are lying desu," screeched the mother, now angry, gnashing her teeth and her face going splotchy red. The jissou child woke up with a cry and immediatly began weeping, "Too loud, techi! I'm scared, techaaa~!"

"LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID, DESU! YOU MADE JISSOU-CHAN CRY!" shouted the jissou at the top of her lungs. The outburst only served to make me guffaw louder and the child to bawl even louder. There was a soft impact on my leg and I saw the child falling from my ankle onto my shoe, her expression was one of disbelieving shock from being thrown. It didn't take long for the small ball of shit between her ass and the panties to squeeze through like guacamole through a cheesecloth.

"You just threw you only child at me," I supplied easily to the angry panting mother, whose eyes wept tears of emotional despair, "You could've killed her. How does that make you feel Jissou-Chan? That your Mama doesn't love you?"

Freshly outraged, the mother seemed speechless. Though she did make some odd sounds in her shock of my accusation. The child on my shoe was bawling and wept even harder as it shook it's head, "Mama loves me! She does! Mama does love me, techa!"

I bend down easily and said quietly and soothingly, speaking cruelties to the jissouseki, "But she threw you, used you as a weapon to hurt me! She is jealous of you, you're young and cute, she is ugly and old! She hates you."

The child shook it's head, unable to believe the words from the human, but even as she denied it all, her mother's antics did not prove to encourage her child to believe her any more than the human.

"I AM NOT UGLY, DESA! I AM NOT OLD," screamed the jissouseki hoarsely, her face now sallow and red with rage and mouth with spittle, "YOU ARE A BAD MAN, DESU! YOU ARE A MEAN LIAR, DESU! I'M NOT LETTING YOU HAVE MY DAUGHTER, DESU!"

I smile and snorted, discreetly slipping on gloves. "You ARE ugly. You ARE old. I am not a liar. You just nearly killed your child. You are a bad mother, so I will take care of my new Jissou-Chan!"

The jissouseki's eyes nearly popped with freshly brewed anger, veins growing from out of her green hoodie as I pick up her child, who still wept, oblivious to the chaos around her. I look around, noting that the mother had not noticed the large crowd around us. A sizable number of jissouseki had gathered, many of them children and mid-mature jissou-children. The rest were a few adults leading a family of kids and maggots, the latter riding on the children or with an older sibling clutched in their mother's hands as they all seemed to sense an upcoming slaughter and hungrily anticipating it.

Grinning to myself I made a slashing motion to my throat and pointed at the still crying child in my gloved hands. The mother noticed the 'Bad Jissouseki' Gloves and the threat to her daughter, but her rage overrode her senses and she began screaming obscenities and launched herself at me, "I ATE YOU, DESU! YOU ARE A BAD MAN, DESU! GIVE BACK MY DAUGHTER DESU! IF YOU-"

I kicked the screaming bitch in the face, silencing her more effectively than the can of mace in my back pocket. Not that I was going to use it on her just yet.

"My face, desu! My cute beautiful face! What have I done to you?" Screamed the mother as she writhed on the ground, her voice slightly muffled from broken teeth and the arms around her face.

"You attacked me," I replied easily, "Here I am being nice and you make your own baby cry! You attack me. You are clearly not a good mother to this child!"

She protested feebly, this time the circle of jissou numbered around a dozen or so. They soon joined in an orgy of yelling and throwing things at the wounded mother. I knelt down to the mother and the jissou stopped to watch what happened next.

"I...I hate you, desu!" said the mother weakly, "Give back Jissou-Chan, now!"

I raised an eyebrow, "Do you want to go back to Mama, little jissou?"

The jissou hiccuped, blinking wet eyes at me as she swallowed the question. She wiped away her tears and spoke in a frail voice: "Ugly stupid Mama hate me! She will kill me! Please don't let her, techi! Please Mr. Man!"

The jissou Mama let out a howl of fury, that soon became yells of pain as I quickly sprayed a few seconds of Mace into her face.

"It burns techi! IT BURNS!"

The jissou writhed on the ground, her face slowly turning blue as she tried to inhale, only to find that, like most jissou, she had an allergic reaction to mace.

The horde surged forward and began feasting on the dying jissou.

As I watched with slight amusement, the young pest gulped and looked up at me from my glove. "Nice human say he will take care of me. Will you take me home?"

Some of the jissouseki protested this at once. A few still had body parts in their hands as they tried to get me to take them home.

"Take my family home, desu! We eat very little and are good jissou!"

"I'm a good jissou and Maggot-Chan and Onee-Chan are-"

"Me, me, me-"

"Take...m-me...-cough- home, Mr...Man! Spicy taste...can't...caaa...br...br..."

I hold up a hand and waited for them all to stop speaking. A few had died from allergic reaction after consuming the jissou mother's face and hands, not that I minded. But I soon asked the crucial question:

"Why should I take any of you home? If you give me a good reason, I will make you my favorite pet!"

Then, pandemonium decided to go hand-in-hand with hell and literally broke loose.

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End Part 1

>>147
Delicious mindfuck. I like it.

"Well, since you're no longer talking or moving, I'll just hook you up to some sort of machine that will keep you alive!" A few surviving grubs were scattered on the table, tears rolling down their faces as they nudged the lifeless bodies of their siblings that lay scattered around their mother. He could hear them say things along the lines of 'wake up, rehu!' 'stop sleeping, rehu!' he looked down at them, and started to feel sorry again for killing so many children that he could have sold instead. He just got so angry at her and had to kill something!

In all, it was quite a sad sight, except for the fact that the grubs had grown hungry and then began eating the corpses. "Ugh." He said as he retrieved pieces of writing paper and a pen and started to design a machine. He would need a drip tube and bottle that would deliver a mixture of food and water to the stomach. The safest way would probably be to shove the hose down the throat, rather than to cut a hole into the chest cavity with which he has no experience. He needs this bitch alive!

He unchains the adult, tearing the duct tape off of her arms and legs. There's still no signs of activity as he carries it back over to the strappy wall and straps it in above the poo encrusted birthing pan. She still gazed off into the distance, consciousness locked into some kind of dream place that was better than reality. For the moment, our friend had to visit the hardware store and to sell grubs to young men and women on the way, so to avoid the tedious story of him driving and interacting, we shall show you what goes on in the mind of the mother.

A milky white background surrounded the mother, and she looked around confusedly. "What is this place, desu?" Suddenly fields of green exploded and spread out in all directions. Trees sprang forth, blossoming bright fruits. A jisso-sized house was also erected, windows reflecting sunlight into her eyes. "This must be a beautiful dream, desu!"

As she ran towards the house, flowers sprung up and bloomed in every footstep, but instead of petals, there was a grub. "Mama, rehu!" All of the grubs began barking happily and wagging their tails. They climbed down off of the flowers and followed their mother into the house. It had everything she would ever need, and it all had a Jisso face logo. Bags of food, indoor plumbing, and a bottomless jar of bumpy candy. She's never seen it before, but in her mind it was the perfect snack.

All of her children collected at her feet in neat rows, and began to sing a song composed of 'Re' and 'Hu'. A peaceful ballad that sounded like a certain christmas song. "I love you all, desu!" And kneeled down to embrace them in her stumpy arms.

In the real world the man had come back and was busy clamping the mother's mouth open. He took the end of the hose and fed it into her mouth, past the tongue where he could not see. He forced it past the point of swallowing, and poured in some water to test it. Gurgle gurgle gurgle. Well, the water didn't come out or drown her, so that's probably the stomach. He poured a blend of pellets and water into the open-ended bottle that rested above the mother on its own little holdster. Now that she was sustained by an IV drip into the stomach, he could get back down to business.

"Let's see how those evolving grubs are doing." He walked over to the table and peered into the box. One of them was already awake, huffing and puffing to try and break out of her coccoon. She didn't quite have the strength because in her other form she kept barfing and shitting out everything she ate in horror.

"Te~!" She looked up and saw mean mister man, and shook her head. "Please don't hurt me, techi! I'm weak, techi!"

"Me? Hurt you? Nonsense. If you're a good little jisso, that is." He pulled out a pocket knife and flicked out the blade, lowering it down to the jisso child that still struggled with the case.

"Techyaaaa! You said you wouldn't hurt me, techiiiiin!" She closed her eyes and looked away, shivering in fear and crying tears onto the bottom of the clear plastic box.

He rubbed the tip of the knife along the child's back, cutting the strands one layer at a time. She could feel the force on her back, and tried to bend away from said weapon. The rest of the strands broke easily from her movement, and she was free to crawl out of the pupa. "Chi?" She looked up at him as she wiped at her eyes. "What's wrong mister man? Why did you help me and not squash me, techa?"

He laughed out loud a few times, the child recoiling in fear as if he would change his mind in that second. "That's a pretty bold question." He reaches over into the candy jar, withdraws one, unwraps it and drops a peppermint candy right at her feet as a reward.

Her eyes go wide and she drops down to her knees next to the candy, and puts her arm stubs on it. She looks up at him. "Thank you mister man! We were wrong, you're not a monster, techaaan!" She lifts the candy on its side and hugs it, tongue slapping its sweet minty stripes and drops of saliva flying in every direction.

"Heeeeeeeeeee!" One of the other evolving jisso yawned and opened her eyes, flexing her back to try and break the pupa. After a few moments it shreds easily, and the jissou child stands up on her stubby slippered feet and stretched. "Techi? Candy, techi!" She scampered over and shoved the other child violently away, and proceeded to drag the candy triumphantly to her own corner.

"Teeeheeeeeeen!" She squeaked out as she fell down, thumping the floor of the box and sat up to rub the back of her head, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You're mean, techi!" She got up and walked back over, a little steamed at her rude sister. "I was going to share it with you, techa!" She sat down and tried to lick the other side so that they could both eat it, but the selfish Jisso rolled the candy right into her face and knocked her backwards again. "It hurts, techuuuun!" She rubbed her tiny piggly nose, squeaking as she cries.

He looked down at the bully jisso, then looked at the other child, and said "Are you going to accept that? She took your candy. The candy that you earned!"

She looks up and sniffs. "No I won't, techi!" She squeaked indignantly, stood up and charged at the other child, bringing her stumpy hands down on her head in vengeful rage. "It's my candy, techyaaaa!"

"It hurts, techi! Stop it, techi!" She let go of the candy and used her arms to try and block the heavy thumps, a bruise forming above her left eye. She turns away and retreats, huddling in the corner as the other child huffed and puffed in victory, and dragged the candy back to her corner.

"Nice job." Said mister man, and he reached in to pat the top of her head affectionately.

"Techiiiin!" She squeaked out, proud of her act of defending her property.

"Teeeeeeeheeeeeteeeeen!" The other child started to cry as the wounds began to sting.

The other child looked over at her, and felt sorry for beating her up over candy, then looked up at him. "Mister man, can you break this candy and give some to my sisters, techi?"

"If that's what you want." He picked up his pocket knife and put it into the center of the candy, then pressed down with enough force to make it shatter like glass into 3 large wedges and little shards.

"Te!" She squeaked as candy dust hit her in the face, then picked up a wedge and carried it over to her crying sibling and set it into her lap, then patted her head. "I'm sorry for hitting you, techi! We can both have candy, techi!"

"Techa? Thank you, techi!" She looked happy, even with the bulging purple eyelid above her green eye.

She went back over to the candy, picked up the other wedge, and set it down next to the still metamorphosing child, and patted its head as well. "Here's a snack for when you wake up, techi!" then goes back over to her own candy wedge, sits down, and starts licking it.

Mister man thought it was cute and sweet, then got a brilliant idea. He walked over and picked up the plastic see-through box containing grubs, and set it down near the other box. The grubs looked at the children that were enjoying candy. "But what about your other siblings? They don't have any candy!"

She looked over at them, and they eyed the candy hungrily, drooling.

"Candy, rehu!"

"Please share, rehu!"

She was torn between sibling love and candy love, and pushed the candy away. "Mister man, please give this candy to my other siblings, techi!" She instead ate the meager amount of candy shards and dust.

He picked up the candy wedge and put it into the center of the box and the grubs swarmed around it. Tongues whipped into a tornadic frenzy and saliva rained down as if it was the amazon.

"Thank you sister, rehu!"

"Yes, rehu!"

"Thanks, rehu!"

"Teeeeeee." She sighed and looked around. Everyone had candy except her now.

Mister man smiled to himself, and said to the child that now has naught a candy wedge. "You know what? You'll make a fine pet as well." He reached in and wrapped his hand around her small body, lifting her up into the air as he stood up.

"Teh?" She got scared, and held onto his hand as if he was going to drop her, tears running down her face. He carries her over to the box that contained the martyr grub, and sets her into it as well. She looks over at him and her face brightens. "My little sibling, techi!" She sits down and picks up the grub, whom rolls over happily in her arms.

"Big sister! Belly rub please, rehu!" It says in joy, as it hasnt had a good poke in hours.

She obliges, and poke-rubs happily. "Techi techi teeeh!" She says, mimicking a 'coochie coochie coo'.

Squirt!

A truly heart-warming experience of real cruelty! Smart Jissou make good pets!

Their offspring shall become intelligent, strong, and above all: Not As Annoying!

>>149

That Mister Man is probably the maddest of us all. Why the fuck did he abuse in the first place then?!

I thought I was crazy.

Also, I wrote some excerpts with light abuse and further canon genealogy of jissou's reason of creation. I hope you won't be disappointed but the HDD that I have it on is not available for a few days.

>>151

Post when you can. I'm dying to read it.

B-b..Because, techi! (Part 2)

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Strangely enough for those watching this, most of the first pieces of chaos were anti-climatic. The Jissou around me, including the one sitting in my (Bad Jissouseki Gloves, $3.25 a pair, tm) hand, had hung onto my very words. Predictably they only seemed to focus mainly on the last sentence of my demand. The part that they had a chance to live the good life for the rest of their miserable lives.

A large plump mother ran up to me, holding up her child, who in turn was clutching a maggot that seemed content to simply just exist and hope for belly-rubs.

"Mr. Man! Mr. Man," said the jissou mother pleadingly, "Please take my children home!"

I began petting the little jissou in my hand, who squeaked and cooed appreciatively, which in turn brought jealous looks from the rest of the horde around me. I replied thoughtfully, "How do you know you can trust me? I might just keep this one in my hand as a pet and torture and kill your children for fun!"

The grub's face went pale, a blue tinge growing in it's forehead. It squeaked a stuttering 'R-refu?' and crapped itself. The shit fell onto the ground as it's big sis copied it's little sibling. The mother did not seem fazed by the question and threat, "You saved that Jissou-Chan from bad Jissou Mama. That must mean you are good Mr. Man!"

The jissou around me nodded and murmured with bright eyes.

"Then why should I take your children home? What possible reason should I oblige?"

You could practically see the cogs and gears in the jissou's head turning. Finally she had an answer. "They are cute are they not, desu? You are nice human, so you are nice enough bring Jissou-Chan and Maggot-Chan home, desu!"

I sigh and shook my head, "Not good enough."

Her jaw fell in disbelief, her children shared her enthusiasm and looked affronted. Finally, she set them down and removed her panties to show me an impossibly wet and drooling vagina. "Use me, desu! I give you sex and you bring my babies home yes?"

The mother began to squeak something indecent and rub herself with a stubby hand, blushing red as she started to pant. Rolling over, she raised that disgusting example of ass to me and shook it as if to tempt me. Deciding that an example was to be made of her, I picked up the two kids that the mother had dropped. Shoving the maggot into the puckered asshole, and drawing an unearthly screech of pleasure, I forced the crying child until only the stubby forearms and head were exposed.

The maggot whimpered and begged me for mercy, "I don't like this, refu! Help me, refu!"

The other child kicked and bit ineffectively in my hand as I shoved her feet-first into the small drooling vagina, much to the delight of the mother who still had no idea what was going on as her screeches covered all other noises.

"No, stop, Mr. Man! My clothes, techi! My cloths," wept the jissou child as she struggled within her mother's hole. Only her head protruded from the sex hole now, and her body was slowly begin squeezed as her squirming began to give the mother jissou a climax.

The two were screaming bloody hell now, both of them had gone blue and were wiggling as much as possible.

"H-help me, big sis," panted the maggot desperately, "I'm stuck, refu!"

"I'm coming little brother, techi," said Jissou-Chan as she finally got an arm out and began to pull herself out. Unfortunately, thanks to jissou anatomy and the way things were going, the tube that was the jissou vagina was more like a wet soft, meaty, vacuum-filled tube. Instead of pulling herseslf out, she was making it easier for the vagina to pull her in...like a mouth.

"So good, desu! I'm cumming, desu, I'M CUMMINGGGGGG!"

The Jissou child gripped the side of the sex hole and only managed to pull her waist out as the hole contracted.

Painfully.

The Jissou-Chan's eyes went wide as a dribble of green and reed vomit fell from her mouth. She was going to go into shock soon, now that everything below the waist was crushed...by her own mother's vagina no less!

The horde around me were cheering and panting, a few had shit themselves out of pleasure, the kids didn't look too god as they witnessed the carnage. The mother stood and straightened up, looking satisfied and anticipated. She smiled at me, revealing yellow teeth, "Will you take my babies home now?"

"Where are your babies? I cannot take them home if I don't know where they are," I replied coldly.

Confusion flitted across the mother's face as she looked around for her maggot and child, but they were nowhere to be seen. She went down on her knees and scrabbled about in sudden fear. As she turned her back on me, I saw the child was still alive, and was breathing shallowly. The juices from her mother's climax had been lubricated her partially crushed body and she was hanging onto dear life as she, with a massive frce of willpower, pulled herself up and hung onto the sides of the vagina. I could see how bad the damage was now. Red, green, brown ichor dripped from the pulpy mess that once housed the lower body. The legs were held by the barest tendon, skin, and sinew. Despite this, Jissou-Chan forced herself to endure the pain to free her Maggot-Chan.

I raise my eyebrows as the sheer love for her sibling, no doubt the kid was running on adrenaline and sheer willpower to free her sibling.

"Where is my baby, desu? Where are my children?" Shouted the mother frantically, "Where are they Mr. Man? Do you know where they are, desu?"

She stiffened as the Jissou-Chan gripped the Maggot by the hoody and pulled weakly.

"I am leaking, desu?" Mumbled the jissou mother as she felt her asshole. Shock soon became visible as she felt the familiar head and body of her children. She went deathly pale and brought up her stubby paw. It was covered in blood, including a leg that had broken off of the Jissou-Chan. Unable to hold the emotions inside of herself, she did what most jissou did during times of highest stress.

-Pffffft!-

"Ahhhhh!"

"Refuuuuu~?!"

As the mother shat herself, the two landed and were soon covered in slimy dark green spinach shit. The Maggot crawled out and pulled his big sis slowly out of the fresh pile of manure. The Mother dug through it with her bare hands and held her coughing, choking, and bleeding child.

"Y-you..." Rasped the Jissou weakly as she gazed back at her Mama, her sibling crying in her arms, "W-why, Mama? Why did you try to kill me and Maggot-Chan?"

The shock in the Jissou Mom's face made a comeback as she looked at me with such hatefulness that another torrent of shit spat out of her ass, "YOU HURT MY JISSOU-CHAN! WHY, DESU? WHYYYYY?!"

"I didn't hurt her," I explained, "You used your own children as sex toys, to make me bring them home. You hurt them not me."

"WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE EVIL," cried the mom tearfully, "I-"

She never got to say anything as I whipped out my newest weapon: Hot Chili Sauce. As she opened her mouth, a squirt oof thick liquidy delicious sauce went into my mouth. Confusion flitted in her face as her taste-buds began to cook off.

"Mah mouf defu! MAH MOUF!!!"

Spluttering and in pain, she keeled over and began go into feral position. Another squirt into her eye started the torture. Her eye burned and hissed unnaturally as her stomach bulged. I filled her vagina with more hot-sauce and shoved the partiarlly crushed jissou back in, her lower body hissing as it came into contact with the suace.

"IT BURNF DEFU! HOT HOT HOOOOT!"

"It burns, techii~! Maggot-Chan! Why won't Mama help me? Make it stop Mama, make it stop!"

There was nudge from my toe, and I looked down to see the Maggot doing something very rare. It stood up on it's two tiny hind legs and waved up at me, red green tears flowing from it's pleading eyes. I obliged and pulled the screaming child out and set her on the ground to writhe in pain. The Maggot-Chan rushed over and squirted guacamole juice all over the wounds, in an effort to heal them, though I was sure the infections alone would kill his Big Sis in time if she didn't lose any more blood.

"It burns, Mr. Man! Please help me!" I ignore it continued to pet the jissou in my hand. The poor sap was traumatized by now and was shivering fearfully.

I smiled to myself as the Mother began to have contractions. Soon the floor was full of grubs soaked in gelatin-like sacs as more of their brothers and sisters lay still inside the vagina. The mother instinctively began to lick them, only to gain more hot sauce.

I got a good look at the mom's face and it looked a mess. The Hot Sauce had turned her eye bloody red and had welded the eyes closed. Her mouth was swelling and her tongue was dry and thin. The maggot woke up with a loud 'Refu~!'.

Then the fun began.

The grub's eyes bulged as they both went red from the sauce on it's mother's tongue and the sauce around it's body.

"Refu?" It squeaked uncertainly, it soon began to convulse in her hand as the rest on the ground began to wake up, "REFUREFUREFUREFUREFUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!"

The maggot exploded. Literally.

The two children on the ground shat themselves, so did the mom. And the rest of the jissou around us.

The ones in her belly exploded as well.

Grubs began to explode line mines as they too convulsed and exploded screaming, "REFUREFUREFUFREFUUUUUUUUUUU~!"

Needless to say, the mother wasn't too happy about. Not that she could anything about it of course.

Nevertheless I stroked the pale jissou in my hand, whose bladder somehow managed to fire another low. She was looking a bit peaky now.

Well, that was just peachy wasn't it?

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End Part 2

Blinding bright lights lit up a previously dark stage as cheesy gameshow music filled the air. The audience becomes boisterous as a man in a suit walks out from back stage. His suit was dark green and had a white bib and pink bow, and his microphone was fashioned after a jissouseki head.

"Welcome to another exciting episode of Jissouseki Battle! Last week our current reigning champion, Mittens, devastated a family of 7 that was looking for a home! Let's take a look at our contestants!" He waves his hand over to the left, and the floor splits open to reveal a 4 foot deep dirt pit that was 20 feet wide and across. 4 cameras set into the walls of the pit caught every moment of action, and displayed them on 4 massive monitors that were suspended from the rafters. One of the doors opens and out walks a jissou of average size.

"Presenting, Mittens! This ball of Jissou fury was recruited by an accountant in Japan! He gave it a home only if it killed other invading jissous! He often released this Jissou in the nearby parks for COMBAT TRAINING!" The crowd uproars again, as a woman in scanty outfit walks out with Mittens' armory. She kneels down and helps Mittens put it all on. First, a metal helmet was strapped to her head, and then a small metal cup was strapped to her arm. The cup had a crocodile dundee combat knife welded onto it.

"DeeeeSUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!" Mittens roared in her trademark howl and stabbed the dirt floor. "Where is my challengers, desu?!"

"Mittens announces that she is ready for combat, and she looks particularly lustful for blood! Let's see her opponents!" The other door opens, and out waddles a mother jissou and her 6 children. "These challengers hail from the streets of japan as well! They've come to beat Mittens and find a good home!"

"Please take care of us, Desu! We're cute and don't eat much, desu!" The mother waves her hand which also has a weapon-modified cup. It was apparently a sword as well. The children had spear-like tips that resembled thumb tacks as they were small and could not wield such heavy things.

"Techi!" One particularly dumb child looked up at mister man and put her hand on her cheek and tilted her head to look cute. However the hand was the one with the spear, and she impaled her own eye. "TEGAAAA!!!! IT HURTS TECHI!"

"Oops! Looks like the challenger team is having some trouble keeping their weapons to their opponents!" He grinned and waggled his eyebrows in a slimy manner at the camera, and the audience breaks out in laughter.

The stage breaks out in loud buzzer sounds and lights, indicating the start of combat in 10 seconds.

"Okay champion and challengers, when you hear the ding, fight!" He picked up a bell and hammer, and after ten seconds, he hit it to make a ding sound.

Mittens dashed across the dirt floor, raising the knife and preparing to swing downwards.

"Okay children, go and stab her feet to make her stop moving, desu! We will get a good home, desu!" The mother said sternly in a pep talk.

"Techiiiiiiiiiiiii!" Two of the children ran towards Mittens fearlessly, and as they closed in they kept their eyes on her foot, which was a mistake.

Mittens brought the knife down viciously, and split a child in half. She let out a cry of 'Tegaaahhhkkkk!', and the halves each fell down their respective sides, blood and feces oozed out from the severed bowels and organs. The other had its head shattered by a fierce kick. "You are weak and ugly, desu!"

The rest of the family paled at Mittens' insults and ferocity, and immediately released their bowels in their panties.

"Scary! Go beat her children, desu!"

"Too scary, mama! Techi!"

"Teeeeeeeen!"

"Teeheeeeheeeen!"

"Mittens has defeated two challengers! You know what that means don't you?!" The crowd cheered out 'Colacione Power Up!' "Correct!" He threw mittens two colaciones, and she grabbed em and munched on them, then howled again, ready for action.

"No, techi! She killed our beloved sisters, techi! And if we win, we get a home and candy, techi!" Said one of the children in a leader type manner. "We can win, techi!"

"Teeeeee!"

"TECHI!"

"TECHUUUN!"

The other three sisters chirped with newfound bravery, and shook all the poo out of their panties or else it would slow them down. They charged, waving their thumb tacks around and chirping 'Techiiii!'

Mittens charged towards them, and thrust her knife into the center of the group. They jumped to the side at the last second to avoid the fatal thrust, and scattered in 4 directions.

"Run, techi!"

"Scary, techi!"

Mittens chased the one that announced that she was scared, and slashed at her, chopping off one of her ears. The useless chunk of meat fell to the ground and blood squirted out of her head. This made her fall down and clutch her head.

"TUGYYAAAAAAA!!! It hurts, te-" Mittens finished her before she could say the final syllable, her head sliding off her shoulders, eyes straining to dart around with a few moments of consciousness before she dies, tongue lolling out of her mouth.

Another candy was thrown to Mittens, and as she picked it up to eat it, a child had ambushed her from behind and drove her thumb tack spear into her foot repeatedly, blood squirting out. "Te! Te! Take that, techi!"

"It hurts, dechaaaa!" She dropped the candy and spun around, howling in fury down at the little child. She went purple and turned to run away, but tripped on her own feet and fell to the ground. Mittens sent the child to hell by thrusting the knife tip into the ground below her, separating the chest and the ass. The child cried out that she did not want to die, and crawled away from her severed body. Organs were trailing behind her, and then she finally expired and flopped back onto the dirt.

"I got the candy, techi!" Announced a child as she ran over to her mother with the bumpy candy in her stubby hands. Her mother drooled in anticipation. "Bring it here, desu!"

Mittens chased the child and ended her life the same way as her sister, by severing the ass from the torso. "No you don't, desu!" the child continued to run, however. "Did I miss, desu?"

Just then the legs began to falter and trip, the torso of the child being launched from the momentum to land at her mother's feet.

"Te.....chi.....ma...ma....can.....dy." She was dead, and her mother was munching on the candy that she delivered happily. Her organs were spread out on the ground like confetti.

"Delicious, desu!" She looked down at her dead child, and started to cry red and green tears. "You killed my child, desu!"

Another candy was thrown to Mittens, and she caught it in her mouth. "yummy, desu!" Then looked around for her last two victims, who were hiding in the corner and holding each other in fear. She charged at them.

They split up in fear, screaming and crying.

"Mama! Save us, techi!"

"Help us mama, techuuun!"

The mother hesitated and didn't move, afraid of Mittens. "You can do it, desu!" She called out from her spot.

Mittens grasped one of the children and threw her out of the pit. "TECHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" She sailed some distance but was caught by a young woman in the audience. Her eyes opened and looked up at the woman that was petting it affectionately. "Will you take me home, techi?"

"Yes I will." She said, and removed the weapon from her hand and cuddled her.

"Thank you, techuun!"

"Isn't that heartwarming? Now back to the blood bath!" Said the announcer, just as Mittens threw the last child out of the arena as well. She, however, didn't get caught by someone. She impacted with one of the lights, and hung on to the bulb otherwise she would fall to her death.

"Help me, techiiiiii!" The bulb was very hot of course, so afterwards she yelled "HOT TECHYAAAA!!!" She was so afraid she didn't let go of the bulb, and her skin cooked and fused with it, now unable to let go.

"Te......cha..." Her face soon fused to the bulb as well, and was soon babbling incoherently as she burned to a crisp.

Mittens was tossed another candy that she greedily gobbled up, then looked at the last opponent. The mother, that started to cry and drool.

"Stay away from me, desu!" She backed up into the corner, and held up her sword. Mittens slowly approached, its eyes dark with hatred and the desire to kill and win.

Mittens drew into striking distance, and the mother swung feebly. Mittens knocked it away and severed the sword from her arm.

"DECHAAAAA!!! IT HURTS DECHAAA!!!" She said and dropped to her knees, holding onto the stump that bled red and green. Then off came her other arm. Then Mittens knocked her down and severed both legs. Her panties had burst from the load of guacamole between her legs, and her teeth were grinding while her face was purple.

"Should I let her live, desu?" Mittens asked to one of the cameras, and the crowd chanted. 'Finish her! Finish her! Finish her!'. "The audience has spoken, desu!" Mittens then went to the side of the disabled mother, and severed her head with her combat knife arm. The eyes went dark and the body deflated.

"Uh oh! Clean up on aisle 5!" Said the announcer, which made the audience cheer uncontrollably. "Mittens is our champion once again!" Said the announcer, and mittens waved to the audience via the cameras and then waddled offstage.

"Thank you for joining us this week on Jissouseki Battle! Tune in next week when Mittens takes on another battle-hardened Jissou in a cage match!" The lights dim, and music plays.

~end

I would SO watch that.

and then you killed it? please tell me you killed it.

oh dear god just kill now.

Are Jisso really allergic to spicy foods or did you make that up?

I posted a pic where a child jissou had dried up from a forced bite of a red pepper.

Jebus fucking Candy Eating Christ Jissou Arena!
WRITE MOAR ARENA!

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It's a total failure. The video would best be named, "Starving_jissou_family_autocannibal.mpeg"

The little packaged retards couldn't reach the delicious jissou pellets for days, and they finally ended up eating each other in a frenzy, with the mother devouring the grubs first. What did I end up having? a large maggot that devoured even its own mother.

Still, the trip is a nice result after all the crappy jobs I had in Japan just to see the country.

I'm home, in Germany. Here the jissou are a new curiosity, as the Immigrant Muslims don't bother eating the "haram" jissou, or even touching it and the Germans have started to be interested just this month when it leaked to the Internet that a certain jissou spoke in German instead of English and Japanese.

It is determined that the jissou can learn new languages fast, but have poor depth perception and a brain only getting empathy when punished as a collective.

But what I was interested in that I gleaned from a guro-board that a jissou could be different when exposed to different wavelengths of light. For this I chose a saturday evening in the basement of my electronics store to experiment.

Opening the kennel I could just smell the huge grub. Disgusting.

The jissou, when uneducated, almost have no manners, and always behave without any sense, sometimes even drowning in their own filth. But this one...It started like this:

At the end of the video, when all the grubs were insane with the inability to reach the food box in the terrarium, and devoured each other with great gusto, something I didn't want to watch. But one of them received the light of the monitor in its face when I was recording the event, and changed.

The grub was lit by bright blue light since it was well 9:00 PM, and shook. When I diverted the monitor away by hand, it was too late. It just...grew a little, from which one can hypothesize that the jissou absorb bright blue radiation and grow large with its energy. This might explain the size difference of several jissou, those who prefer to live by night are relatively smaller than most, and end up cannibalized.

Then I had an idea. I took my blue laser pointer, and held the tiny grub by finger. The little thing started to cry from fear and hunger. I assured him with a pet with my thumb:"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright." Petting its head, the grub relaxed and its tongue stuck out.

Then it froze. I beamed its left eye with blue pointer, and dropped a blue ink blot on the other.

Its tiny harelip closed, and the little grub started shaking. Its size grew slowly at first, and its mouth became larger. Suddenly, it jumped from my clutch and started convulsing. The soft, pink skin of the grub became reddish for a moment, and it expanded, expanded and expanded. The grub had become like a heart for a moment, pulsating and hardening into dark red.

I was worried a little for I just might end up with a jissou intending on eating the tasty looking little Mr. Man. My Glock 45 was aimed at it as a last resort, but it was unnecessary.

By the time the blue light from the pointer died, the pulsating died. The maggot now was just looking at me with curiosity, as large as a goddamn cat. How do they get the biomass to grow like this?!

Suddenly, the maggot started sniffing. Its eyes were focused on the screaming, moaning family that were busy tearing each other apart. With a deceptively cute smile, it leaped inside the terrarium, now its large form overshadowing the others. Its head jerked forward, grabbing one of the crawling children with a terrified squeak in a single mouthful. It legs stuck in its throat, the maggot already chirped with a thick voice and started chewing, with the child miserably trying to beat the maggot's head, but losing strength soon.

Jissou have almost no bones. Their muscle is like hard chicken meat, a petrified, tasty mass that can still splatter if the jissou is young. The older ones get hunted mostly by dogs.

So, the child stopped after a few bites, completely bereft of strength, and went limp.

"Techa!Oneechan's big!"
"It's eating oneechan!"
"Iyeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Rehuhuhuhuhuhuhuhu!"

The surviving 4 jissou went insane again. They shat what was left in their bowels, and went limp with exhaustion and horror. They were little more than bite-sized,limp, soft slabs of white meat.

The smell...I read it was a pheromone. Next thing I remembered was an intense hunger and anger. before the grub would devour another mewling jissou, I grabbed the farthest one from the grub, and held it in my hand. It was looking at me with green and red tears, and could barely move.

"Mr Man...we didn't make it to the foodbo-TECHYAA*ghk!"

Without hesitation, I bit its soft head off. The taste was salty with tears, with a hint of raw chicken meat tenderized with some spicy stuff, probably adrenaline coursing this long, and a lack of sugar.

While chewing, the strange pheromone, and the taste of raw bloody meat triggered something in me.

A primal feeling, a feeling, a rush of warm blood to the body and the feeling to secure a home, eat to one's heart content, mate and have children. For a few seconds, I felt like a feral primate while gulping down the tiny morsel.

The rest of the boneless body soon followed, with quick bites, thus completing my lunch. These jissou are so economical!

With the little child now filling my stomach, sending waves of hot contentment, I continued watching the huge grub. The remaining two jissou were turning purple from fear and loss of water, while the grub was greedily tearing apart another child. In 5 minutes, the two were also gone. When he was finished, the grub looked at me and smiled: "Tettere! I am better Mr. Man! I ate the little funny food!"

"WHAT?"I suddenly snapped: "Little jissou? By God, you were smallest brother until minutes ago! They were your siblings! Sibling!, you know, onee-chan?"

The grub chirped affectionately:"Onee-chans are gone! They were too small for oneechans!Little bugs are to eat!"

I was upset and visibly afraid. They had the basest survival instincts and primal morals. Equal proportion means sibling, smaller means food, larger means Mr. Man to be groveled for mercy:The Basic Insect Mind.

This part of the video could sell well before I depart for Germany.

Hours later, I was booking my flight after a massive sale of the video. Somehow the Internet Hate Machine jumped on the video like ambrosia. I'm glad I'm not caught doing that stuff.

Back to Germany, fast flash:

Considering the jissou reacted differently to different wavelengths, I brought many laser pointers and colored lamps.

The grub was still...a grub. Probably the energy rush stunted its evolution, and it was looking affectionately at me.

"Belly soft and springy! Please rub, refu!"

I obliged with my palm, sending small squirts of green shit out of its anus and making its tongue waggle like a dog's tail. Their brains are so simple, hungry for food and affection, even after finishing all the food I put in its box.

Remember the ground jissou meat, the pickled babies and chips I bought before? 10 hours of flight made it consume every biomatter around the box, including a small mouse that somehow got into the crate I snuck it in, judging by a small piece of tail on the jissou's pillow.

Then I took my rack of lamps.

TBC------

Don't cry. :(

A few months had passed since our last visit, and Jessa had increased in size to that of a 64 ounce big gulp container. For her entire two years of life, she had remained ignorant to the billions of others of her kind, never knowing that they existed. She only knew of her children, the walls of the room that she and her family lived in, and the sky that she would always see when cleaning out the poo pan every morning. Her children increased in number since her first pregnancy, these children inexplicably appearing in her feces. She had 3 children and 3 grubs, each of different size. Children no bigger than a soda can, and grub no bigger than a cheese puff. Amazingly, none of her children have died, thanks to in part of a special box, with multiple chambers to separate the children to prevent them eating each other during the night. However, these children had formed such a love for each other that they would never even think of eating them now.

"Here, techi!" A child had a grub held firmly in her arms as she fed her a cheerio, the usual midday snack. A tiny toothless mouth clamped down onto the ring and suckled on it happily, the grub saying 'Mmmpu!', her saliva eating through the crispy shell and dissolving in her mouth.

They were all happy, as they were never hungry for too long, always had a clean, warm bed, and warm clothes thanks to their master.

The other two children were also taking care of a grub, as if they were a sacred charge responsible for the care of the younger ones. Sometimes they switched which sibling took care of which one, and they all had formed a tight bond of sibling love.

Jessa sat nearby, also munching on a saucer of cheerios. The skin around her eyes, nose, and mouth had become more wrinkly, indicating middle age. "Master should be home soon, desu!" She chirped to the children that feasted on whole grain goodness.

"Master, techiii!" The children always get excited when I come around, because I play with them for hours almost every day, always at a certain time in the evening until the children fall unconscious and sleep right there.

"Mister Man, rehuuuu!" The grubs are also excited, because I ALWAYS gives them belly rubs, as many as I can for as long as they want, but they haven't caught onto calling me master yet.

Their eyes shine, mouths widening as they eagerly await me.

Jessa turns to look over at the window, tilting her head as she hears chirps of other jissous, and gets up to waddle over to the wall and climb onto the step ladder that she uses to reach it.

A mother as large as Jessa and her family had infiltrated the back yard, and saw the open window.

"A way in, desu!" She waddled to the ground under the window and saw piles of Jisso poop. "Others here, desu!" Her limited intelligence devised that the poop was only in this area, thus the other Jisso were in that room on the other side of the window. "Climb up, desu!" She leaned against the wall and her children started climbing up to form a chain of jissous from largest to smallest.

A small child was successful in reaching the window sill. "I made it, techii!" She looked down from the sill into the room, and locked eyes with Jessa.

"Who are you, desu?" She looked mystified at the sight of another that looked like her children, mouth slackened and hand on her chin.

"Chiiiii!" The child bared her teeth in an attempt to be threatening, lips peeling back to reveal yellowed smoker's teeth and diseased gums, her eyes were dark and crazed, as if she saw countless horrors.

"You're scaring me, desu!" Jessa said, and climbed back down the ladder to escape the feral jisso. "I don't understand, desu!"

The child turned away to talk down to the other children. "Others are here! They're pets, techii!"

At the sound of hearing that they're pets, they get angry. How dare they live the good life while they live in fear of being mutilated and eaten? They all start to growl in hatred, and immediately void their bowels, take off their underwear, and pick up shitballs to use as artillery.

"Throw, desu!" Announces the mother, as balls of shit are thrown into the window. Splat! A ball of shit lands on the floor next to the children.

"What's that, te-" She was silenced from another shitball that immediately buried her and the grub she was holding alive. The impact compressed her body down onto the grub, and it died silently, organs popping out of its head and tail. The child dug her way out while holding the corpse of her beloved sibling, and popped out, gasping for breath. "Are you okay, techi?" She looked down at the empty shell of her beloved grub sister, green stained eyeballs hanging out of the sockets.

"Te....TECHIIIII!" The child screamed in horror and cried uncontrollably as she climbed out of the poop and ran into the corner, licking the corpse to try and make it wake up. Poor jissou.

Jessa squealed and stood over the rest of her children, taking the assault of the shitballs to the back and head. She picks up the other children and grubs, and runs to the corner. She takes the poo pot and tips it on top of them. "Hide in here and stay quiet, desu!"

The children huddle together, whimpering and crying as they crap themselves in fear from under their toilet.

"Stop it, desu!" Jessa squealed as a shit clump nearby was wriggling, and out popped the child that was standing on the window sill. It seemed she got caught in the crossfire and was delivered into the room.

"Techiiiii!" She howled in rage at the pet Jissou mother, and ran towards her, still with the same expression of hatred and desire to kill.

"Are you okay, desu?" Jessa reached out towards the child, then she suddenly sank her teeth into her paw. "It hurts, desu!" She whipped her hand and the child was thrown backwards, and hit the floor roughly. She was knocked out for the moment.

The barrage of feces stopped suddenly, and then the Jissous outside found another thing to throw. Rocks! Pebbles of all shapes and sizes were thrown into the window, tinkling here and there. Jessa stood over the invader child, taking all of the stones on her head and back. "It hurts, desu!" Some of the rocks were big, and made her bleed and bruise.

Just then, the window shattered from one too many mis-fires. That alerted me to the situation as I came home, and ran down the hallway, grabbing a baseball bat out of the closet on the way. I opened the door and looked inside, to my horror. Jessa was bruised and bleeding, standing over a filthy foreign Jissou child, and she looked up at me as if I w