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.

>>1162

Beautiful Hair Part 3

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I found a large kennel for the children, of which I told were for their safety in case 'Bad Mama' wanted to do something bad to them. They were quiet when I have them food, some feed from an already open bag. The Kennel remained quiet when I left the six jissou inside their cage within the back of my van. The two little shits were quite happy. Boasting about their beautiful, and not to mention very artificial, beauty, I bestowed them with heavily and equally artificial praises and flattery about their sleek plastic hair and ugly frilly pink dresses.

“Mr. Man. Give food now! Give food now!” Demanded one of them, the child, slapping my leg with her paw, “Want food now, techi!”

“Give me food first, Desu! Baby eat later,” growled her Mother, deftly flicking a bit of hair over her lumpy shoulders. Pushing her child away, she stood in front of me, daring me to disobey her.

And disobey the little bitch I did.

“How can you treat your cute little baby like that? If you keep acting like this, I will take your hair and clothes away,” I said pompously.

Obviously, this was not to her liking. Her child behind her was smirking mirthlessly, though she was cowed by the sudden tantrum her mother was displaying.

“I AM HER MAMA, DESU! I TREAT LITTLE SHIT DAUGHTER HOW I WANT, DESHA! GIVE FOOD NOW, OR I PUNISH STUPID MR. MAN, DEZHAAA!!!”

Carefully, I grabbed the kicking, screaming, and shitting jissou and tossed her into another kennel I had prepared just for her. Still screaming at the top of her lungs, I tossed her into the cage headfirst and locked it. I ran back inside to grab the child. The jissou, scared out of her wits had taken refuge under sofa, where I drew out with a small bit of feed from my hand. Happily munching on the food, I set her into a prepared seat in the front of the van. The screaming mother was smothered and mollified by a few of those bumpy candies hastily tossed in.

Making sure the jissou were carefully secured and could not get out, I went back into the house to check on the real pet jissou.

They were alert, but happy to see me. Telling them that they were safe and that I had to go out and buy something, they were happy to say inside as I refilled their water and food supply. Closing the former chicken coop I went out for a drive to the park. Securing the door, I headed into the van. Starting the engine caused the mother and her child to freeze up in fear. I ignored them as the entire time until we neared the park. The child had already shit herself, staining her new dress slightly. Picking the little bugger up, I attached a leash to her neck. Unable to get away, the jissou began gnawing on the leash. The little bugger's mother was harder to collar, but it was worth it. The entire ride had left the jissou angrily shitting like the shit-making machine it was. Her dress was stained all on the back, but appeared to be clean in the front.

The collar seemed to be a lifesaver to her, a symbol of being a true pet apparently. I quietly led my new 'pets' to the park where numerous jissou were living. At once, the little monsters looked at me and glared at the leashed monsters in my hand. More than a few were hefting rocks and the like.

Showtime.

“Hey, Mama jissou,” I said as I slowed the walk. The Mother and child were all showing off their stained, but still new, dresses and hair. The mother turned around and smiled at me, “Yes, Mr. Man?”

“I don't want you as a pet anymore.”

The words seemed to reverberate throughout the entire park. Slowly, jissou from all the bushes and trashcans peeked out from their old cardboard boxes and settlements. Mothers came out with children in lead. Others were using crude combs to remove the twigs and bits from their hair to make them and their spawn representable.

The words seem to hit the mother extremely hard as well. Shock prevented her from saying anything. The child at her side giggled, “Mr. Man doesn't like stupid ugly Mama, tepupupu!”

I smiled and said to her, “I don't want you as a pet either.”

The child choked in the middle of her mocking spree. “Te-Chuwa?!”

“Buh-b-but why, Mr. Man? I'm your pet, desha!” The Mother apparently regain the use of her voice now, her face was pale and her eyes were darting around to glance worriedly at the surrounding jissou. Her upper forehead was slowly becoming to tinge with blue, “You are joking, Mr. Man! Just make joke, desu!”

“You yell at me, you call me bad names, you're ugly, you are not nice, and frankly, you smell,” I replied nastily, “You don't care about your babies,. You didn't pretend to be sad when you made them pushed them all into my mailbox. You will never or ever br my pet.”

The surrounding jissou were starting to grow into a frenzy now. More and more had come to watch and jeer at the jissou. The little child was pale blue now and was staring at me as though it could not believe what I was hearing.

Well, it was it's turn now for a a little tongue lashing.

“Mr. Man won't leave a cute jissou like me all alone, techi? Mr. Man isn't mean, techi,” said the little bitch hopefully, “Mr. Man?”

“You're like your mother. You didn't care about your baby sisters, you just wanted to be given food, new dresses, and great hair,” I replied and spat at her.

The glob of condensed saliva struck the little child in the face, eliciting a loud shriek as it scored a hit in her eye.

“Mr. Man is a jerk, desu! Mean Mr. Man tricked poor cute jissou like us, desu!”

I was walking away now, and the wild jissou were edging closer. I suddenly stopped and turned to my left. A small chubby mother of seven looked up with hope in it's eyes. I spoke loudly, “Whoever manages to make those two jissou ugly again without killing them gets candy from Mr. Man.”

The effect was instantaneous. A hundred red green blurs jumped and leaped into the air, smothering my two former 'pets' instantly. The mother was putting up a helluva fight with a rock in one hand and a small stick with another. Gutting one with a squeak of unbelieving “Desu~!” and smashing the face of another with the rock, I saw two fat ones grab the fake wig by the ends with paws of hair. The sudden tightening of the skin and superglued fake hair made the doomed goblin shit in pain and fear. Grabbing at her own head, the jissouseki's dress was ripped away as well, leaving only a tubby belly and a large pile of green shit pooling between her legs. Another jissou grabbed another handful of hair and pulled in another direction.

After a few moment, there was a loud tearing sound as fake hair pulled away. There was shriek of pain as the jissou was scalped. I felt a dull tapping on my boots. Looking down, the tapper was the child that I had thrown to the wolves. She had miraculously gotten out alive, though most of her hair was gone, her dress was in tatters, and she was crying for help. I picked her up with my hand and gave her a smile.

Just as she put her paw to her jawline, I tossed her next to the twitching mother.

Now I had to deal with the jissou swarming me with demands for candy.

Luckily for me, I had a handful of it in my pocket. Sticky and linty yes, but it was still candy. I tossed it into the air, and the horde followed it. I made my way back to the van where six little jissou were waiting for me. Ignoring their hopeful asking for being pets, I got out a large cardboard box and scrawled 'Pets in need of a good home...and discipline' on it in big letters. I set them inside with some newspapers and food, telling them I was going to leave them for another Mr. Man to find them.

I didn't tell them that they were likely to die horribly, but then again, they'd probably survive. Whether or not they do is up to fate.

Getting into my van I started it back up and began easing it out of the parking space, waving away at the jissou in the box.

In the rearview mirror, I saw the scalped mother and her child they were running awkwardly after me. I stopped the car and waited for them to catch up.

They did, in a few minutes. The mother looked worse than her little one. A broken arm, raw scalped head, a nipple looked like it had been gnawed off. Her complexion was pale and sweaty. Her child was gasping for breath and was blue with exhaustion. Both left a trail of shit.

“What do you want?” I asked with disgust evident in my voice and expression.

“Take us home, desu!”

“No.”

“We your pets, desu! Mr. Man shouldn't abandon pets, desu!”

“You were never my pets,” I replied, as the child rolled to it's side, unable to move.

“Yes we are, desu!”

“Bye bye...”

I could hear her screaming after me as I drive around the corner.

I came home that evening. Informed the pets that the danger was over, told the needed authorities to replace my footsteps, my door. And had a nice dinner. I was watching the latest football game when there was a dull knock on the door. I ignored it until it grew increasingly annoying.

One of the jissou, Roku ran up to me, “Hug, dechi?”

I smiled and picked her up, rubbing her head affectionately. May as well see whose making a racket at the door.

Opening it up, I found a pair of the dirtiest jissou eyeing me with those mismatched eyes.

“MR. MAN, DESU!”

“MR. MAN, TECHI!”

Almost immediately they attempted to barge in. Two swift kicks sent them tumbling down onto the pavement. The child in my arms grew frightened and squeaked “Scary, dechi!”

The mother noticed.

“DEZHA! YOU CAN'T BE MR. MAN'S PET! DEZHA!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, baring her teeth, “I'M MR. MAN'S PET, DESU! I-”

I booted her to the street. She landed with a wet 'plop!' and lay looking dazed. The child glared at me and my pets, who had gathered around at the commotion. My wife had appeared as well, and she was glaring at the critter now. The mother was back, and she was pissed.

“YOU-” She began.

I took a water-sprayer and shot her in the face with icecold water.

“Desu!”

“Teee!”

Squirt. Squirt. Squirt!

“Stop, its cold, desu! Mean Mr. Man, desu! Hate you, desu!”

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

“Cold, techi! Stupid shit humans, techu!”

Squirt! Squirt! Squirt!

“Will punish Mr. Man, desu!”

“Shit human, te-”

I opened up with the hose.

Both jissou got a face and a belly full of water. The torrent knocked both of them off their feet and back into the street. Both were blue in the face and one was not moving at all. The mother choking and spluttering had veins in her forehead as her daughter expired. Suddenly, with a gasp, it grabbed her her bare tubby chest. Eyes bulged before the jissou fell face down into the ground.

I gave them another spray for good measure before usher everyone back in.

“And that,” I was saying to the jissou, “Is a bad jissou.”

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End

>>1280

A few typos here and there, but other than that, a fitting end for the horrid beasts, though I wish we could have prolonged their suffering and went into greater detail regarding their long, torturous and vicious march home.

Only to get promptly obliterated by a hose.

>>1281

Apologies. That one was a quite writeup in order to finish it. However, with help from WitchDoctor, another one will be written to compensate. It has to do with a jissou that somehow got into someone's washing machine with her kids, subsequentially turned it on my accident and gets her hair bleached.

Hilarity, of course, will ensue.

However, I require your opinions, how shall Mr. Man react? How shall she, traumatized by the washing machine's vile acts of cruelty, be treated?

>>1282

This is just my personal perference but I think Mr Man should interrogate her regarding the color of her hair. I always like the mindfuckery.

Or maybe some good old detailed descriptions of fear, screams and bloody torture?

nice.

Hey, I like Roki. She seems to be either some sort of intelligent next step, or somehow has a crystal that's programmed with all sorts of military data. It's pretty plausible that she'd be able to make weapons if there was a strain like that.

>>1285

Flattered, but I have to agree with WD on the tension and bone structure issues.

For all intents and purposes, the weapons were only meant to be a poisons/chemicals payload delivery system; she wanted to break skin, not break faces with them. But the crossbow tension wouldn't be far enough - the smallest working crossbows that exist had an effective range of 30 yards, beyond that they weren't really hitting targets at all, if the draw was strong enough to even hit that far away.

And they were made of better materials than Roki has available. Though I can enjoy the fantasy that these miserable fucks exist, and that one might be brighter for some reason, there's also the issue of 'suspension of disbelief'. And that makes a lot of sense.

She's much more likely to have developed a 'hackbutt', or 'arquebus' style of portable cannon; sulphur from pesticides, phosphates the same way, saltpetre from stored supplies long neglected, charcoal in plentiful supply; if she's lucky she might have even found some gunpowder from discarded fireworks.

And that brought me to another idea again; a proper guidance system on the back of a firework, with a hollow-tube launching platform. Like a recoil-less SAM/SSM system, she could *fire* fireworks at the humans who were a definite threat. Up the gunpowder charge, and you'd injure a human. Lower it, add more 'chaff', and you'd have a smokescreen. Layer in shrapnel, you'd have a minature AP missile or frag bomb.

Against humans, that sort of system would be dangerous - but possible. Roki would have the reason to develop it, and carry it. And unless on fire, gunpowder is relatively stable, and only an issue when it's wet.

Best of all, with the proper "backwash" protections that typical stingers carry, a jissou should be able to launch a firework without causing themselves injury. Hell, in a pinch she could gather some poison candies and launch maggots at her targets in the same methods (in tribute to the 'maggot engine' from the "learning to fly" story that I loved but do not have the connection to try to search for right now)

So I've modified Roki's stories so far to include miniature bazookas. Hope you like the idea.

BTW: Bone structure does cause an idea of issue - but with spare scraps nearby, and less focus on looks than practical application, she'd be able to make: collapsable gliders (as her mass/volume distribution is lighter than human standard, else jissou would puncture glass floors, let alone fly in model planes), parachutes housed where a hidden hood would be on a jacket, her 'breastplate' (only for protection against fellow jissou; it wouldn't work against a human attack, too many vulnerabilities), a utility belt (winch, rappelling gear, multitude of pockets), and even a backpack for storage of items.

So; falling isn't an issue for her. Grapples can be thrown to house-height at the weight of a commercial sinker. All that sort of thing. She isn't planning on any event or encounter where her brittle structure would be put to the test; she's definitely a hit-and-run character, less "ninja" and more "suburban guerilla".

Besides; Rahale's already taken the steps of *drawing* Roki... I won't link in here out of respect for her modesty. But REd; I think I have your email address. If you have contact for WD and others, I doubt she'd mind the "core" thread members getting a view... taking the initiative/assumption and linking it.

>>1286

Its just so...out of character.

>>1287

I'm sorry to hear that. I'll still be working on my stories with Roki in them, but I should mention that her introduction is the only one with her as a main character; in all others, she is a supporting protagonist or an antagonist.

>>1286
While I do find the idea of a "commando" Jissou amusing, the usage of improvised "chemical" and "gunpowder" weapons does have it's flaws.

For instance, firing something like a primitive musket or arquebus requires an extremely tedious loading time. Even the best trained musketeers could only fire roughly five shots a minute. Without an opposable thumb or for that matter, fingers, I doubt Roki could manage reloading, much less putting together such a weapon.

Historically, primitive guns were known to be insanely inaccurate, hence the requirements for large salvos and volleys to be fired at once; you hope you hit something with all that gun fire. Even then, the amount of smoke caused by such a primitive weapon could prove toxic to Roki's sensitive eyes or even respiratory system if not properly guarded.

Which brings me to my other point; say these weapons are one time use only, wouldn't Roki spend more time building her arsenal than actually using it? The chemicals you talk about that can be used as an effective weapon would no doubt be a serious health hazard to her (we're talking about a species that dies from contact with pepper spray).

Roki may be a genius level Jissou, and even if she does find a way to mask herself against these chemicals, it's only a matter of time before they start having a visible effect on her skin and possibly nervous system. Extended exposure to those chemicals would be almost akin to a human in a hazmat suit exposing themselves to pools of mercury once a week; you'd be safe, but it would mess you up eventually.

>>1289

I'm going to answer this round of questions (implied, you didn't actually ask anything), then that's it. I posted 'cause I wanted to - not to pander to bickering about how a fictional character of a make-believe race isn't possible. Don't like it, don't read it.

TL;DR - Jissou lore goes where wut, jissou-stand-and-fight bad jissou-run-and-leave-traps good, everything kills jissou eventually, short-term survival always outweighs long-term difficulties or even fatalities.

Arquebus idea wasn't for repeat-fire; it would be a "blast mine" sort of principle. Carry it pre-loaded, sealed with wax on one end to prevent water flush, light fuse & run. Fill it with shrapnel (most arquebus shot was literally rocks, metal balls, and similar), leave it pointed in the right direction, light and run like fuck.

Putting it together is non-sequitor. How do jissou get into houses, fly model planes, all the kit and kaboodle? Assume that an individual with knowledge, purpose, and determination can achieve their goals - and Roki possesses these.

As for the time taken; I thought I illustrated that she has little interest in the 'habits' of her kind; she doesn't care to make herself 'pretty', other than instinctual urges. She seeks to overcome the very heavy boundaries imposed on her for her species; exercise, equipment, education, and experience overcome these disabilities. She is applying her mind to survival in a landscape harsh, if not deadly for her by natural course.

Birds would eat her. Her kindred would kill her. Mr. Man would happily torture her, rape her, then kill her. Her kindred would happily torture her, rape her, then have their *maggots* kill her. Strong red light can cause her to gain spontaneous pregnancy - a condition that would weaken her at best, fatal if she is in some precarious situation. Millions of chemicals made safe for humankind are dangerous or deadly to her. Traffic swerves *towards* her on the road. Most easily obtained food is either contested by other sources (including human), or poisoned as bait. And this is all the tip of the iceberg.

To summarise on her time spent; wouldn't you spend time on making sure you could survive, given her odds? I would personally spend more time building my arsenal than actually using it - that's the aim of any survival exercise. How much time was spent designing and manufacturing a parachute? Case closed.

As for the chemicals leeching, I have taken that into account. Chemical application however may vary - various african tribes that were covered in my "foreign studies" class over a hundred years ago in my high school days, would use spears made of wood and bone, and dip them into venoms that would kill a man in only miniscule ppm. That there will be long-term effects isn't debated - but you tell me that you wouldn't expose yourself to long-term hazards to avoid immediate short-term death, and I'll tell you about the long-term hazards of using safety belts in car accidents.

Roki is an oddity. And she is in my stories from time to time - I stress now that she is not a catch-all character, any more than a german-speaking maggot, nor a giant penis-maggot used as a semen-cannon, nor a set of mutant maggot-jissou being brought into space to see how they adapt to zero-g, nor PETA members who would give a crap about a species that propogates as quickly as cockroaches.

So, I stress again; if you don't like it, don't read it. Feedback still appreciated, but stop nitpicking please. Thank you for reading this far, and I look forward to more input on the pages - such as more Civ J o_o

>>1290
I thought just a wee bit of criticism was okay on my part. Truth is, I do enjoy the stories but I was kind of thinking that Roki might probably need a few physical mutations that set her apart from her tribe. Granted, they may be ugly but practical in her everyday application for survival skills.

Anyway, just my two cents. The earlier commentary was just some stuff you could keep in mind to ensure Roki doesn't come to any harm. Because let's face it, a commando Jissou with human level intelligence is hard to come by.

Bah, your Commando Riko aren't a match for my Commando Maggots!

>>1291
>>1292

Hee. No, she wouldn't be - but rule #1 of a combat situation is: don't bite off more than you can chew.

And I appreciate the criticism, it just came off as "this can't happen, she's a jissou", which didn't help much. Thankyou, however. ^^

Giving this thread a long overdue bump

THIRTEEN

Part 1

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April 12, 2005

Well, today’s my birthday! I came home from work to find a basket of pet supplies near the front door. I wondered who the basket was for. We didn’t have any pets, at least not at the moment. Charles (Editor’s note: the subject’s fiancée) had a pet gerbil, but it died about a year ago. Upon closer inspection of the basket, I found a large variety of different products, all with green boxes. The brand names were really strange too. There were products like Jessa’s Fantastic Candy Treats, Liz’s Scrumptious Baby Formula, and Kai’s Magical Growth Formula. What ever this was for, it certainly was not for a cat or a dog.

Which is good. I can’t have a cat because I’m allergic to them.

Just then, Charles came around the corner from the hallway. “Welcome home! Come see what I got for you!” He said cheerfully. I followed him into the hallway, towards our bedroom. I was expecting something, but nothing like what I saw when I got there.

Up against the wall was a small playpen, from where I heard some soft, high-pitched noises. I couldn’t really make out what they were. They all sounded like the whispers and coos of small children, only softer. All I could make out were that most of them were saying words with p’s in them.

“Pu--pu--“

“----, pl---- --- ----- -----”

“-- --- ----- -----”

“-- --- ---- -----.”

Charles brought his finger to his lips, signaling for me to be as quiet as possible. We slowly crept towards the playpen. As we drew closer, the cooing and whispering became more and more coherent. Whatever was in there was not human or any animal I’d seen before.

Finally, as I looked into the playpen, I saw a strange sight. Inside the confines of the pen were 13 grub like creatures with some sort of green body covering. I couldn’t make out too many details, but even at 5 feet up, I could see a maggot-like body and a spherical head. They all had faces that looked like a combination of a human’s and a pig’s. They had a brown patch of something on their foreheads, but I couldn’t make out what it was. Their ears looked like cat ears to a degree, but in terms of thickness, they were more like a pig’s. Below two tiny eyes appeared to be a large triangular mouth with an obvious harelip. Their little triangular ears flapped continuously as they inched along. Some of them were licking up puddles of greenish sludge with tiny pink tongues, wagging and flicking their tails as they lapped it up. One or two rolled over upon seeing me, revealing four stubby limbs tucked underneath their bodies. What shocked me the most though was that aside from the constant cooing of “refu refu”, most of the grub things spoke rudimentary English. Most of them were begging for “punipuni,” what ever that means.

The strangest one, though, was standing watch. It was a teddy-bear sized humanoid creature with stubby limbs. A trickle of drool dribbled out of the corner of her hare-lipped mouth as she looked around, watching the grubs. It had the same kind of head as the grubs, only bigger. I could make out more details that I could with the grubs. For example, the humanoid had no real nose, just two tiny holes in its face where nostrils should be. It wore a green hooded dress, sporting a white bib in front, made from what appeared to be some kind of silk. It even wore two cap-like shoes on the bottom of its stubby legs. Even more strange were its eyes. Its left eye was green, and its right eye was red. It looked more like a strange Christmas decoration than something alive. What I found the most striking about it was its hair. It had a small tuft of auburn hair on its forehead. But in the back, it had beautiful brown hair, styled into two thick coils. Even in the poor light in that room, the hair had a beautiful sheen to it.

Many questions entered my mind. What were these strange grub things? Why were they talking? What was the big thing watching, and why? Furthermore, what were these things doing in our house?

I was about to ask when Charles looked that humanoid standing in the middle of the playpen. “Bella?”

“De?” the creature responded.

“This is Mrs. Lady.”

“De! Happy birthday, Mrs Lady desu!” The thing’s voice was a high-pitched, nasal monotone.

“Charles, what is tha-“

“Melanie, this is Bella, Bella, this is your master, Melanie.”

“Can I call her Melanie desu?” The humanoid chirped.

“No, Bella, she is Mrs. Lady to you.”

“Charles, -“

Charles motioned for me to wait.

“Please introdu-“

“Don’t tell me to shut up! What is going on here? What the hell is that thing, and why is it in our house!”

“De… Please calm down, Mrs. Lady, you scare Ma-“

”Shut up, this conversation does not involve you.”

“Honey, please-“

”I want answers Charles!”

We went down the hall back to the atrium, leaving the humanoid and the grubs slightly frightened.

“Okay, may I explain?”

“You better.”

Apparently, from what my fiancée told me, he headed home from work when he saw a pet store. Inside they sold Bella’s kind, Jissouseki. They’re all the rage in Japan, but here, they’re still considered an exotic pet. As it turns out, the store he visited was one of the very few places in the country where they could be obtained. What makes these guys so unique is that they can talk and hold a simple conversation with a human. They don’t use mimicry; they actually speak the local language! Some of them have the intelligence of a five year old child.

He left with one that had an original price of around $5000. He got it for a steal, however. It had been removed from the high price bins on account of it being older than 6 months, which meant she had grown too big for her cage. It was moved to a “clearance” price bin with other Jissouseki. She had completed some kind of training that made her more willing to please. She was almost a steal at about $430, complete with everything needed to take care of her. Apparently, Bella was a bigger influence on my husband buying her than the salesman! From what I heard, after a cheerful greeting and a little dance, which Charles amusingly tried to imitate, Bella attempted small talk. In the conversation with my husband, Bella calmly told him about her situation, and her fears of being thrown to into the “worthless” bin.

In other words, Bella is my birthday present.

Bemused and feeling pity for the little humanoid, I headed back to the room with Bella. She looked up at me from the playpen, anxiously. She teared up a little as she spoke.

“Please don’t shout desu. Please Mrs. Lady desu. Please don’t scare Maggot-chan desu.”

I walked closer to the play pen and reached in. Bella recoiled, as if she didn’t expect me to do that. Much to her surprise, I was merely reaching in the rub her head.

”It’s okay, little Jissou. Mrs. Lady just needed to talk with Mr. Man alone. I won’t shout again.”

“My name Bella desu.”

“Sorry, Bella. I didn’t catch your name the first time.”

She shifted her eyes to the green worms squirming and frolicking about the playpen.

“Mrs. Lady, are my babies cute desu?”

“Where are your babies?”

”Over there desu.” She stated as she pointed at a small group of the green worms.

“Can I pick one up?”

“Please desu. Just don’t hurt Maggot-chan desu.”

I picked one of the grubs up. It squirmed weakly in my gentle but secure grip.

“Why go up refu-?”

I carefully sat down near the playpen with the grub in my hands. Up close, I could see the maggot in greater detail. The green body that I saw from a distance was actually a body with delicate, human-like skin covered by a green body stocking. It had a face like its mother’s, except way smaller. It also had a small pink tongue hanging out of its mouth, like a dog’s. As the little grub explored my palm, it inched along its merry way. As it crawled, I could feel four stubby legs pressed against its body. Towards the base of its, fat little tail, I saw a tiny dark green slit.

The little creature looked back at me with adoring eyes. I was surprised when it started speaking. It didn’t move it’s a-shaped mouth very much. It wagged its tail and panted with anticipation.

“Punifu punifu-“

I looked back at the mother.

“What does ‘punifu’ mean?”

“It means belly rub desu!”

I extended my index finger and gingerly placed it on the grub’s belly, rubbing it lightly back and forth. The little grub closed its tiny boat light eyes and panted happily.

“Feels good refu. Happy refu-.”

As I continued to rub its tubby little belly, I noticed something underneath the green slit on its tail, and a small green stain around the slit started growing bigger and bigger. Wisely, I sat up and held it over the playpen. I didn’t realize what it was going to do, but I had a feeling it would involve a stain on my bedroom carpet. Just then, the slit suddenly ejected a jet of dark green sludge. It shot up about an inch into the air, coming down on the grub, my hand, and the interior of the playpen. The maggot in my hands started thrashing its legs around happily, and the other grubs took notice of the flying waste and cried in ecstasy.

“Re?”

“Poop fall from sky refu! Maggot-chan happy refu-!”

“Do punipuni!”

“Punipuni!”

“Punifu”

“Hurry, rub belly refu!”

“Belly soft, squishy, please rub belly refu-!”

Carefully, I put the maggot in my hand back into the playpen. I took off my shoes and carefully lifted one leg over the side, placing it far away from the maggots. I didn’t want to crush them. I then lifted the other leg into the playpen and crouched down to interact with the babies. One by one, I gave them bellyrubs. I think I spent a half-hour or so just playing with the grubs. One of them came up and licked my pantyhose out of curiosity.

“Brown-pink thing taste funny refu-“

I was about to move it back with its sisters when I saw something about it that caught my eye. In the middle of its forehead, it had shiny black hair instead of a fluffy auburn tuft. After examining it with interest, I heard a little squeak.

“Maggot-chan want down refu-“

I set it back with its sisters and continued giving them belly rubs. Good thing the lining of the playpen is water-proof, because by the time that I wore them out, the floor was covered in large puddles of this dark green goop.

Tired and content, the little maggots fell asleep, one by one. When they were all in their little dream-land, I gently moved them over the corner of the playpen. When I was about to leave, I heard Bella’s voice again.

“Thank you for playing with my babies desu.”

After patting Bella on the head, I stepped out of the playpen. As I left the room, I met up with Charles in the hallway.

“I take it that you warmed up to them.”

“Yes,” I replied, “This is possibly one of the strangest but most interesting gifts you’ve ever given me.”

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April 16, 2005

Well, today was pretty interesting. After coming home from work today, I went into the back room to play with my new pets like I did the previous day. To my surprise, they were not in their playpen. In fact, the playpen was cleaned out, packed up, and moved over into the corner of the room. I was about to go find Charles (he gets home earlier than I do, in case you haven’t noticed) when I saw a short green blob appear out off the corner of my eye. I then heard that nasal voice again.

“Welcome home Mrs. Lady desu!”

It was Bella. She walked towards the large lid of a cardboard box in the corner next to our [Charles and the writer’s] bed. Inside were the little maggots, frolicking about, and a few even pushing around a ball with Japanese writing on it.

Not many of them paid that much attention to me as I approached. Only one did; the one with black hair.

“Mrs. Lady here refu-,” It chirped.

Suddenly, the other maggots stopped what they were doing and looked at me. Immediately, the pleas for belly rubs began. I looked back at Bella.

“Why aren’t you guys in your playpen?”

“Playpen too high desu. Mrs. Lady had a hard time getting in yesterday desu. I ask Mr. Man to help you play with my babies desu.”

She saw my apparent difficulty in getting into the playpen and asked Charles to find something that I would not have to climb into to interact with my new pets. What a sweetheart! I praised her for her consideration and gave her one of the Jessa’s Jissou Treats Charles bought yesterday. She sat down with it in her stubby appendages and happily nibbled away on it.

I went back over to the maggot box, and started playing with my new pets. While the other grubs wanted their usual belly rub, the black haired one just kept begging for “Up up refu! Maggot-chan want up refu!” I decided to play a little game with her. I gently picked her up to about two feet off the box floor and started playing a game of “Grub-plane” with her. It’s her favorite game. It’s similar to feeding a toddler food he doesn’t want to eat by moving the spoon around whilst making something similar to airplane engine noise. The maggot loves it, much more so than her sisters. I think she likes me.

“Fun refu! Am flying refu! Fun refu!” She exclaims as I maneuver her through the air.

I’ve tried it with Bella, but she didn’t like being lifted into the air. She’s more of the kind that likes to play fetch, hide and go seek, or scavenger hunt. I’ll ask her to bring me a few things around the house, and she’ll bring them back to me.

You know how babies like “Peek-a-boo?” My mother played that game all the time with my little brother when he was a baby. Babies love that game, right? I thought these babies would love that game. I was wrong. The one time I tried it, they went pale, started crying, and began crying for their mama. The funny thing is that Bella loves that game. Odd, no?

April 20, 2005

The maggots seem to have really bonded with me. I guess it’s because I play with them all the time. No, that can’t be it. I play with Bella all the time, and she still clings to Charles. Strange, huh?

Maybe they like me because I take care of them. I feed them, clean them, and give them belly rubs. They always soil themselves when I pet them long enough. In fact, I’m seeing less and less of Bella when I’m near the maggots. When Charles enters the room, she’s always following him.

Strange, huh?

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April 21, 2005

Today was really odd. When I went to play with the grubs like I usually do, they all started barking at me. That’s right, barking! What does this mean?

It’s strange how they bark. It’s like this: they arch their backs, back up a little on their stubby legs, and get a slightly angry look on their face as they chirp “Refu! Refu!” Now imagine this repeated thirteen times over and over again and you understand what that’s like. They stop when I offer either food or belly rubs. Then I can play with them as normal.

It doesn’t stop there, though! Bella doesn’t play with me as much anymore. In fact, she leaves whenever I enter the room. Now if it’s Charles, she follows him around like the two are connected at the hip. What does that mean? What did I do?

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April 23, 2005

I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this. One of the maggots just said something really hurtful towards me! It said something like, “Just give belly rub refu. It all you good for refu. You piece of poop refu.” Needless to say, that one gets a very, very special place in an old goldfish bowl for the night, with no supper. (I try to feed them at least twice a day, breakfast and supper.)

The only one that doesn’t seem to bark at me that much is the black haired one I’ve named Beatrice. Whenever I walk by the maggot box, she just rolls over like she usually does and begs for belly rubs. Today, she even told me that she loves me. I guess it’s because she’s my favorite of the group, and I do tend to pay the most attention to her.

I’ve tried to play more with the others, but recently I’ve had to make them roll over by pushing them over with my finger to even attempt to give them a belly rub. The last time I tried it, one of them defecated and barked “Lick it up refu. You like refu,” at me. Why are they acting like this? I give them lots of attention, lots of love, and this is how they repay me?

And Bella, ugh, don’t get me started. Lately, she’s been acting very, very strange! She not only clings to Charles’ hip, but recently, she’s been pretending like I didn’t exist! She only interacts with Charles, only accepts meals prepared by Charles, and only wants to do things with Charles! Lately, she criticized a meal I prepared (an absolutely delicious steak dinner) by telling Charles to “Punish shit woman desu!” all while stomping her foot on the chair in disgust. Charles just chided her and said that my cooking was excellent, but it does not put my fears at rest.

What the hell is going on?

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April 29, 2005

Charles and I just got in another fight. We’ve been having a lot of those lately. It’s been over -guess who- Bella and her children. Out of all of them, Beatrice is the only one who doesn’t bark at me or throw insults at me. She just wants to play “Maggot-soccer,” “Airplane,” and “Find Mrs. Lady” with me.

Bella’s been a bad girl lately. In fact, our argument was triggered by her defecating in an open jar of peanut butter that I was using to make a PB&J sandwich. I had my back turned and when I turned around there was a heaping pile of poop in the jar. I kept insisting that she did it on purpose, and Charles insisted that she didn’t know any better and to let it slide. He’s been going for the whole “she doesn’t know any better” defense a lot lately. Does she act differently around him than she does me?

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May 4, 2005

I cannot believe this. I cannot believe this. Bella hates me. Why? I didn’t do anything to warrant this. I have shown her the love that I would for a child. I have given her everything she wants. You’d think that she’d be happy that Charles and I have alleviated her fears of being thrown into the “worthless” bin to go to a home that can be adequately described as hell on Earth, but no! She wants more! She wants me to be stuck serving her and Charles on hand and foot!

Okay, now that’s out there, I can write about what happened today. Charles decided to have an early bath tonight. I didn’t mind; he’s been pulling very late nights at work for the past three days. They’re having some kind of connection error in their network, from what he tells me over the phone. In fact, he’s been so busy that he couldn’t even bathe; he came home last night, slept for two hours, and then went back to work again. He’s starting to smell like B.O., cigarettes, and computer dust-bunnies. Anyway, I had to get something out of the bathroom, and I noticed that the door was open just a little bit. I peeked in and saw the unthinkable. Bella stood in front of the shower curtain, stark naked, asking to take a bath with my fiancée. She kept insisting that Charles let her in to bathe with her. She pushed on the shower curtain, trying to get through. When I asked Charles if everything was alright in there, he responded with “Yep, everything’s okay. Could you entertain Bella for next 15 minutes?” Bella, however, just glared at me like “Get the fuck out of here, human!” She struggled as I picked her and her discarded clothing off the bathroom floor and carried them out of the room. She shit on my clothing as I took her over to the table and dressed her. All the while, she was screaming, “DEEE! LET GO OF ME SHIT WOMAN DESHAAA! LET ME GO BE WITH MR. MAN DESHAAAA!”

I’m getting sick of her behavior. She’s acting like she’s trying to steal Charles from me! I wonder what she does when I’m not around. I’m going to hook up a nanny cam just so I can know what she’s doing when I’m not around.

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May 6, 2005.

I knew it! I knew she was bad-mouthing me in front of the maggots! She knows I like them, so she’s trying to hurt me through them by slandering me! That little bitch. To make matters worse, Charles doesn’t believe me! He says that he hears “Mrs. Lady cleans up our poop desu!” I can’t really tell; the sound’s a little grainy for some reason. In either case, she’s poisoning those tiny minds to hate me or at least not respect me at all. She states that I shovel shit around like it’s my only purpose in life. And lately, the maggots have been reacting to me like that’s all I am worth to them; somebody who helps them shit. I worry how they’ll treat me once they grow up, so lately, I have been withholding belly rubs from grubs that treat me with disrespect, and insubordinate maggots have even gone without meals. I will not be treated badly by something that I can crush in my hand without a second thought.

As such, the only maggot to get any attention at all was Beatrice. She doesn’t bark at me, she doesn’t treat me badly. She’s a good little Jissou. Maybe we should have just gotten her, and let the other ones go?

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May 9, 2005.

That’s it. That is IT. Bella has crossed the line. I was even thinking about forgiving her. She broke my favorite lamp, she has knocked over pictures of me, specifically, shit on them, she has taken and hidden my jewelry, shit in my underwear drawer, and finally finished her diarrhea rampage by shitting in the urn containing the ashes of my father! Poor dad. Never in a million years would I believe that your earthly remains would be desecrated by a creature that’s not even worthy enough to polish your old shoes.

I have made up my mind. I will hurt her in ways she has never contemplated up until now. However, I cannot kill her or harm her physically. I don’t need Charles thinking I like to torture animals. That would be the end of our relationship. He volunteers at the ASPCA, for crying out loud!

I don’t think I can take her back; Charles said the store does not offer refunds. That, and it would hurt Charles immensely to think that I did not appreciate his birthday gift to me. Normally, this would not be a deal-breaker, but with tensions as high as they are, it would damage our relationship. At a time like this, thanks to the damn Jissou, he would probably leave me. I don’t want to let a little shit-bat hurt the relationship I have with the one I love.

It’s like my hands are tied.

But I have one last card in play.

Back in high school, I was on the debate team. One thing that I’ve learned quickly is to find your opponent’s weaknesses and exploit them. In debate, this means finding holes in another’s argument and either questioning why it’s there or showing that the hole is enough to make the opposition’s claim seem illogical.

In the park, I have seen mother Jissou with a zero tolerance policy towards being outspoken against her. If a child or even a maggot says something she doesn’t like, even if it’s just a stupid comment, she will kill it and pretend it was an accident. Some won’t even admit that the outspoken child even existed.

Bella is different, and that is where her fatal flaw lies. When she was going on a tirade about “Mrs. Lady being a shit-eating bitch,” Beatrice came to my defense.

“Re? Mrs. Lady always nice to me refu-.”

Bella retorts with: “She trying to fool you desu! Mrs. Lady not nice desu! She try to convince Mr. Man that you worthless desu!”

The fact that she said that, rather than a typical response of destroying my favorite maggot, got my attention. She could have killed Beatrice. In her mind, I would never know. She doesn’t know about the electronic eye watching her from the bookcase, or if it’s even seeing anything. She could say that Beatrice wandered off and got lost somewhere she couldn’t escape from. One stomp would be all it would take. The maggots would eat the remains of the corpse. It would be like she never existed. And yet she didn’t; even when she could have brought her stubby foot down on her child, she didn’t. I have seen it. From the moment I first met her to now, she’s been ever watchful of her babies. Fawning over them, watching them, taking care of them when I’m not around. I think I know her weakness now… Now to exploit it.

I’ve got it. All I have to do is remove the maggots from the picture permanently, and then convince her that they’re gone because she’s such a bad mother. All I have to do is make sure that she is haunted by these babies for the rest of her existence. That’s simple enough.

Now to decide how I will remove the maggots from the picture. I don’t think I can sell them, and Bella would know I’m the reason behind the disappearance of her babies if I started the car to go to that pet shop. She’d notice if I just released them out into the wild. I can just imagine it: late that night, as she looks for her babies, she suddenly hears a noise in the window sill and sees one of her babies asking to be let in. So making sure they all get a good home is out, and so is just leaving them to fend for themselves. It looks like I really don’t have much of an alternative other than…

Am I even capable of doing that to mere babies?

THIRTEEN

Part 2.

May 13, 2005

Well, today’s as good a day as any to go through with my plan. At work, I don’t have to show up on Fridays. The forecast shows that it will rain later on tonight, so the scent of her children will be washed away, ensuring she will never find them. This will work perfectly, as the grubs have been requesting to go outside more and more in recent days. Charles is at work, and from what he’s telling me, he won’t be home before 1:00 AM on Saturday, so there’s no chance of me being caught in the act. A good 12 hours. Good enough for me.

Now for Phase 1 of my plan: Remove the thing she cherishes most.

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At 1:00 PM, Melanie picked up the box containing the thirteen maggots and carried them to the back door. All the while, the maggots chirped, chattered, and asked questions.

“Why move refu-?”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Mrs. Lady here refu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Maggot-chan need help pooping refu-. Please punipuni refu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Mrs. Lady want play ball with Maggot-chan refu-?”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Where mama refu?”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Fun refu-! Am moving refu-!”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Never see this room before refu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Please rub belly refu-!”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Maggot-chan hungry refu-. Stop at kitchen refu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Mrs. Lady tall refu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Punipuni.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Punifu- punifu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

“Maggot-chan love Mrs. Lady refu-.”

“Refu- refu-.”

Their chatter, inquiries, and barking to Melanie went unanswered. Before she reached the door, Melanie was stopped by Bella.

“Where taking babies to desu?”

“I’m going to take them outside.”

“DE?! What you do with them desu?! You shit-woman desu!”

“Calm down, Bella. They’re right here, in this box. They’ve been wanting to go outside ever since I told them about the outside world. And now, I finally have the chance to grant their wish. They’ve been such good maggots lately, so I feel they’ve earned it.”

Bella eyed Melanie apprehensively. She finally relented.

“De... Bring them back when they want in desu. Lot of mean things out there desu.”

“Don’t worry Bella, I will.”

Deep down, I said to myself, “Let’s see your superiority complex after what I do to your kids.”

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For some reason, Bella was unnerved by Mrs. Lady’s sudden kindness, but realized that Mrs. Lady loves the maggots too much to hurt them, so she stepped aside.

Melanie walked past Bella, and closed the door behind her. Unbeknownst to Bella, Melanie had a small kit of things in the pockets of her gray sweatpants.

Melanie carried the box behind the shed, and looked around. It was cloudy, and it was about to rain. There was nobody around, nobody watching. Nobody around to see or hear what would happen next.

“Perfect,” Melanie whispered under her breath.

She set the box down next to the shed. In front of her was a large rock. It was originally a large flat piece of granite, like an old countertop, smashed to pieces and discarded by the previous owner. It’s dull but polished surface reflected the darkening clouds above. A perfect little table for Melanie’s dirty work.

She took the first one of the grubs out of the box. The maggot panted in amazement at the beauty of the world around her, resting on that granite slab.

“Green things pretty refu-,” Said the grub, staring off into the grass.

Melanie didn’t even respond to its comment as she pulled a Swiss Army knife from her pocket. She set her thumbnail in the groove on the side of the blade, and in one quick motion, extended the knife from the handle.

“Maggot-chan,” said Melanie cruelly, “Do you want a belly rub?”

The grub could not resist the temptation. She liked it when Mrs. Lady gave her belly rubs, even if mama said she was a shit woman. She was so gentle when she did it. Mr. Man always pressed too hard, and Mama just didn’t have the fingers for it. Mrs. Lady would stroke her belly the way she liked it; not to hard, not too soft, but just right.

“Refu-! Maggot-chan want belly-“

The maggot flipped over, only to see the sharp end of a knife pointed at her face.

“What this re-?”

Melanie plunged the knife deep into the grub’s fat little belly. The little maggot could feel the sharp, cold steel digging its way deeper into her little body. Deep, deep into the soft, tender flesh, until the tip of the knife hit the granite on the other side.

The grub strained to speak, but no words came out.

“Well, look at that,” Melanie remarked. “Looks like I pressed a little too hard.”

The grub looked down at her belly. Sure enough, there, in the center of her belly, was a thick silvery sliver sticking out. The trickle of green sludge coming from the base of her fat little tail became a torrent as the baby Jissou struggled against the shaft of metal sticking out of her abdomen. Red and green tears poured out of her mismatched eyes. She tried to scream for mommy, but in her fright, only gibberish came out.

“RE! REREREREREREREEE!”

“Still alive? Here, let me fix that.”

Melanie suddenly pulled the blade out of the dying maggot. The grub curled into a fetal position with the sudden realization that she now had a hole in her chest. She had to fill it, somehow.

Just then, the next thrust. Higher in the baby Jissou’s chest, where her tiny lungs were. Her cries of pain became garbled as blood bubbled from a deflated lung.

Melanie pulled out again. As the grub writhed on the ground in pain, Melanie prepared her next attack. She held the maggot down with her thumb as she dragged the sharp edge of the knife across the granite, up and through the grub’s belly. The grub’s world went white with pain as Melanie cut her spinal cord in half. When the colors came back, the grub weakly looked at her belly. Her back legs and tail, still twitching, lay some distance away from her. The little Jissou’s world went spinning, until all was blackness.

The other grubs jumped in shock when Melanie picked their bisected sister off the granite slab and dropped her still twitching halves into the box.

“Why Onee-chan in parts refu?”

The one who spoke suddenly found itself being lifted into the air and being placed by Mrs. Lady on a hard, cold, wet surface. She could see Mrs. Lady’s smile, but it wasn’t her happy smile. It was a smile that drove pangs of fear through the little maggot’s heart.

“No punipuni?” The little grub inquired.

Melanie lifted the grub slightly off the slab as she removed her thin green body stocking.

“W-what you do to Maggot-chan ref-PYA!”

The maggot felt a sudden spike of pain shoot up through her tail. She didn’t even have time to look to see what happened when the next surge of pain shot through her body.

Melanie focused on turning this little maggot into deli-thin slices of meat with her pocket knife. Hopefully, the grub wouldn’t survive the whole thing.

The little grub felt the next slice, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next, and the next one after that. With each slice, her world got a little bit darker, the surges of pain becoming weaker and weaker. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her world became completely black, and she felt no more.

Melanie was up to the maggot’s chest in terms of slices when she noticed that it was dead. Her next few cuts, across the chest, across the neck, and across the face, were rushed and sloppy compared to her earlier cuts. The last cut liberated the top half of the maggot’s dying brain of its soft protective casing and its lower half. A red-green wrinkled mass lay on the granite, surrounded by a mixture of translucent red and green fluids mixed with red-green blood.

With the second maggot out of the way, Melanie reached into the box to pick up a third maggot. This one understood what had happened to its sisters, based on Mrs. Lady’s movements and her sisters’ cries. Tears poured down its face as it shook in absolute terror.

“No refu! Not want refu!”

“Awww… Why so sad? Come on, I’ll help you put on a happy face.”

With that, Melanie stuck the knife in the little grub’s mouth and cut all the way through to the back until she hit the slightest resistance. She then did the same for the other side. When she was finished, she had carved a cruel, twisted smile into the maggot’s cheeks. The maggot struggled to speak, as its mouth was now cut in two. All it accomplished was weakly moving its lower jaw up and down. Mrs. Lady pushed her off to the side as she prepared the slab for its next victim.

The fourth maggot was looking around curiously, as if it was oblivious of the fates of the three grubs before it. The maggot so kindly bestowed with a Glasgow Smile tried to warn it, but found itself unable to manipulate its mouth to form intelligible words. She had something far, far more barbaric in store for this grub, the fourth victim.

She gripped the maggot firmly, but gently, in her fingers. It just closed its eyes and started singing various cheerful nothings. It had never been outside before! And with Mrs. Lady nonetheless! A day of exploring, playing, and belly rubs! What fun!

In its fantasies of fun and play, it was completely oblivious as to what Mrs. Lady was doing. Oblivious, as Mrs. Lady wiped off the blade of the knife on an old rag. Oblivious, as the knife folded back into the handle. Oblivious, as Mrs. Lady unfolded the corkscrew. Oblivious, as Mrs. Lady brought the corkscrew to the grub’s face, to its almost non-existent nose.

Mrs. Lady suddenly gave the handle a violent twist with her left hand.

The maggot wasn’t oblivious anymore.

Even as the maggot’s body protested, Mrs. Lady twisted more and more. Its head tilted more and more to the right. Finally, a tiny snap and suddenly the head rotated upside down and more and more to the right until the skin and muscle of the grub’s neck, twisted too far, gave way. A tiny crack and snapping of tiny tendons and the head came off, twisted and warped around the thick metal spiral.

As the maggot’s still twitching body fell onto the granite slab, blood spurted out of the stump of its neck. Less and less blood spurted with each twitch, until the spasms stopped completely. The gooey remnants of the head landed next to the dying body as Melanie peeled its brains off the screw.

For the third maggot, blood loss, pain, shock, and the sight of its sister having her head removed like a bottle cap was too much for it. It ceased its pained thrashing, took a last breath, and let the dark and cold wetness embrace it.

The fifth maggot was lifted out of the box, interrupted from its joyous feast upon the severed upper body of the first maggot. As Mrs. Lady lifted it into the air, a piece of intestine dangled from its mouth. It saw the bodies of its slain sisters on the slab, their remains splattered and scattered across the polished granite slab. It saw the butchered remains as food. It began wriggling its legs forward, flicking its tongue with anticipation of the delightful tastes she would experience.

Mrs. Lady set the fifth maggot down on the slab. It appeared to be torn between the deli sliced remains of the second maggot and head of the fourth maggot, twisted into a gooey pulp. This hesitation gave Mrs. Lady enough time to fold the cork screw back and unfold the knife again.

As the maggot started crawling toward the deli-sliced Jissou, Mrs. Lady picked it up again. With a flick of Mrs. Lady’s wrist, the grub’s green body stocking went floating in the breeze. With another flick, the knife made a shallow vertical cut from the neck to the slit in the tail. She set the naked maggot on the cold slab, and then stuck the tip of the knife into the cut she had made.

For five agonizing minutes, the maggot screamed. It nearly passed out when Mrs. Lady cut loose the skin around her anus. A quick jab of the blade into a bundle of nerves woke it back up. When Mrs. Lady was done, she had a tiny flat Jissou grub-shaped membrane in one hand, fluttering in the turbulent winds in front of the storm. The fifth maggot’s naked muscle lay exposed to the air. It could feel everything. The strong moist breeze blowing on its back, like icicles being stabbed through its soft flesh. The drying of its eyes, like having them stuck in a freezer. Its whole existence became defined by pain and bitter cold. After thirteen minutes of agony, the fifth maggot died from shock and exposure.

The sixth grub was lifted out of the box. This one saw the blood dripping from the knife and began to panic. After Mrs. Lady set the grub down on the slab to clean off the blade, it started crawling away. Mrs. Lady dried the blade, folded the knife back and unfolded a pair of tiny scissors. She picked up the fleeing maggot and placed one of its stubby legs in between the blades.

“No refu! No rePYAAAAAAAAAA!” The grub screamed as the first of its four legs were clipped off. It would not take long to get to the second, the third, the fourth, or the tail. Even as Mrs. Lady worked her way around to its little neck, the maggot kept screaming, partly in pain, partly in fear. The neck was thicker and the blades duller than Mrs. Lady expected, so she kept cutting. And cutting. And cutting. And cutting. Until the head fell off the crushed neck, she kept pushing down on the handle.

The seventh Jissou maggot awoke from its nap face up on the granite slab facing the steel-gray sky. It flicked its tail around happily when it saw the smiling face of Mrs. Lady. In its attempts to get Mrs. Lady’s attention, it did not see the black cylinder held above its head. The maggot only noticed a whoosh of funny smelling air. And then, a spark.

A thunderclap announced the fiery death of the seventh Jissou maggot. The storm was closing in. “Better finish up quickly,” Melanie thought to herself.

The eight and ninth maggots were playing a game of “Grab the tail” when Mrs. Lady’s slender fingers picked the eighth maggot up. The ninth maggot held onto its sister’s tail, partly in play, and partly for dear life. They both were placed gently onto the slab. Mrs. Lady took a brown stretchy band and used it to fasten the grubs together, bellies facing one another. At first, they liked the feeling of each other’s bodies rubbing up against one another in a mutual “punipuni,” pleasurable sensations that grew stronger as they moved, shifted, or even breathed. But then Mrs. Lady tightened the band. They heard a pop as the bands cut into their backs. She tightened it again. The eighth and the ninth maggots cried out for their mommy as their intestines were squeezed out their rectums and blood oozed out of their A shaped mouths. Mrs. Lady tightened it again. This time, the Jissou maggots were almost cut in half by the band. Mrs. Lady heard a snap as both their backs broke. The band was so tight that their upper bodies jutted out at awkward angles from their little fat bodies. Their back leg stubs spasmed uncontrollably as their front leg stubs wriggled about out of the instinct to remove the band that broke their backs. They both went purple and breathed their last, their bodies forever intertwined.

The tenth maggot soon found itself being lifted into the air by Mrs. Lady. After an enjoyable ride, it found itself standing on a funny-smelling rock. Curious as to the puddles of red and green liquid all around it, it licked the edge of one of the pools.

“Delicious refu, delicious refu, delicious refu!” The maggot said contentedly. It wagged its tail as it lapped up the tasty liquid on the ground.s

Suddenly, the grub noticed something was wrong with the delicious fluids it was drinking. It had a funny aftertaste…

“Re? What ta-“

The grub’s eyes rolled back into its tiny skull as a red-green torrent of blood and waste began pouring out of its mouth. As the vomiting continued, the grub began to deflate more and more. Melanie watched as the maggot drained like a water balloon with the end untied in front of her. Bleach really did a number on these guys’ insides. She watched as the maggot’s eyes dissolved in their sockets, rupturing like tiny balloons. She watched as the maggot’s soft skull began to cave in as its brains liquefied.

Finally, the tenth maggot was nothing more than a bleaching green body stocking in a puddle of brownish sludge.

After tilting the slab just enough to let the dissolved maggot flow away and cleaning the remnants off with an old rag, Melanie reached into the box for the eleventh maggot. This one was excited to see her. In the back of its tiny mind, it wondered where its sisters went, but all this went away when it saw Mrs. Lady.

“Give belly rub refu. Need to poop refu. Lick it up refu.”

Melanie pulled a few items out of her pocket, a battery terminal, two needles, and a 9-volt battery. As the maggot flailed about impatiently, Melanie hooked up the needles to the wires of the terminal. After a quick check, which resulted in a small spark between the two needles, she decided that the device was ready to be used.

She gave the grub a gentle belly rub with her index finger as she moved the needle connected to the negative end of the battery into position at the grub’s tail. The grub began panting happily, as green sludge oozed from the slit at the base of its tail.

Just then, it felt a stabbing pain surge through its tail.

“Repya! What you do refu! What shit human do refu? Shit-“

Its profane insults were cut short by the other needle going into the grub’s head. The needle did not do much damage to its tiny brain, as it was too thin to hit anything of importance. But that’s not what Melanie was after. The body was just conductive enough to carry an electric current.

The maggot writhed around as electricity arced between one needle and the other, searing its flesh along the way. Green sludge spurted out of its anus, splashing on the rock and soil behind it. On the slab next to it was a tiny piece of flesh. During the maggot’s electrocution, its jaws closed suddenly, severing its own tongue. The maggot tried to scream, but couldn’t through its tightly clenched jaw. At first, it started to steam a little. Eventually, its twitching became more spastic, as voluntary muscle control had been lost. It had voided its intestines, and the orifice was twitching open and closed repeatedly. Finally, the steam turned to smoke as the grub’s brain caught fire. Melanie left the battery hooked up to its body until the eleventh maggot was reduced to a crumbly, withered, and blackened visage of its former self. It nearly crumbled into ash when Melanie removed the needles from its fried corpse.

The twelfth maggot found itself in the hands of Mrs. Lady. It didn’t see the carnage around it. It didn’t smell the blood of its siblings. It could not hear its sister’s death rattles. It didn’t care. All that mattered was that Mrs. Lady loved her and promised it a belly rub. That’s not what it got. Its first clue that something was amiss was when Mrs. Lady grabbed one of its eyes with two thin metal rods. Mrs. Lady closed the rods and pulled. The maggot felt the nerve snap as it was pulled out of her head, its world suddenly going dark on that side.. That really hurt. It thrashed in pain, trying desperately to escape Mrs. Lady’s sinewy grasp. Mrs. Lady just removed the other eye. The pain was so much, and then the world went black. A slight delay and she felt her throat violently close up. Her cries of “Mama help repya!” were suddenly changed to raspy nonsense. And then it felt the cold sting of a metal rod in its ear. The grub felt it go deeper and deeper, until suddenly a pop and sudden, painful ringing. Soon, the other ear suffered the same fate. The world had been made into black and painful place full of ringing, thanks to Mrs. Lady. Now it could not find its way back to Mama. That wouldn’t stop it from trying. It crawled aimlessly when Mrs. Lady set it on the granite slab. It crawled towards the house, or at least where it remembered it to be. Surely mama make pain go away, it thought. Mama always make pain go away. It could not see, hear, or cry out as Mrs. Lady dropped a broken and worn old brick on top of it and pounded it down with her fist.

Finally, the thirteenth maggot, the one Mrs. Lady referred to as Beatrice, was all that remained. She looked around her little box, calling out for her siblings in vain. Desperately nudging the top half of her sister, to no reply. Mrs. Lady dug a small hole in the soft earth with a garden shovel, a hole about eight inches into the dirt. She lined the pit’s walls with small rocks that she found lying around. When she was finished, she placed Beatrice into the pit. As Mrs. Lady lifted up the granite slab and threw the remaining twelve maggots’ remains underneath it to be consumed by the worms, the beetles, and the ants, Beatrice called out from the pit.

“Mrs. Lady? Where sisters refu-? Why Maggot-chan in here refu-?”

Mrs. Lady replied. “Your sisters are dead, little one. And you’re the last one alive. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Re? Why leave Maggot-chan refu-?”

“Because you are supposed to die. There is no other way.”

“RE?! But, but, Mrs. Lady… Don’t leave Maggot-chan refu!”

“Would you prefer that I kill you now or that you have a chance to live, to escape, and to maybe find a new home?”

“Let out refu! Want to be with sisters, repyaaa!”

As Mrs. Lady walked away, Beatrice heard something faint.

“As you wish.”

That’s when the smell hit Beatrice’s tiny nose. It was the smell of her sisters. Something about the smell struck fear into her tiny heart. She smelled blood, guts, feces, and other horrible smells in the air around her.

Just then, a cold drop of water splashed on Beatrice’s face. The first raindrop had fallen. More begin to fall. The smell of her sisters suddenly faded from the air. The pitter-patter of the rain on the soft soil momentarily soothed Beatrice’s nerves, momentarily distracting her from her current situation.

Until the raindrops began falling harder and faster, that is. Soon, the water from outside began to seep through the soft, moist earth surrounding her. Within a minute of being placed in the pit, Beatrice realized she was resting in about a quarter of an inch of water. She needed to get out. Fast.

“Mama please help refu! Maggot-chan not want to die refu!” Beatrice screamed. Her pleas fell on ears that could not, or would not, hear her.

Beatrice desperately tried to climb out of the pit. But the pit may as well have been a mile deep for her. As the soil around her softened, the pebbles lining the sides began to fall out. Every foothold Beatrice found crumbled beneath her weight. Finally, she managed to make a stepladder to another foothold out of the pebbles in the pit. That’s when everything started to get darker.

She looked up to realize that the growing shadow above her wasn’t more clouds rolling it.

The pit was collapsing.

Suddenly, Beatrice saw her world go dark as a small mudslide covered her pit. By some stroke of luck, a little bit of the pebble wall held, trapping enough air for her to breathe. Pinned between the rocks and the soil trapping her, Beatrice could hear many things reverberating throughout her tiny air pocket. The sound of her own panicked breathing. The sound of muffled thunderclaps in the distance. The sound of her emptying her bowels into the surrounding soil and water in pure terror. The sound mud makes as it moves and settles. She was largely unaware that the water was rising until it started pouring down her throat. She tried her best to swim in the mud by moving her tail like a fish. She managed to move a little bit upwards, just enough to get a little bit more air to gasp for a few more breaths. It did not help much, as the unstable air pocket collapsed as the soil underneath it crumbled, trapping her underneath a rock. She couldn’t swim, couldn’t breathe, and couldn’t escape. All she could do was thrash about instinctively, even though she knew she was doomed.

As she lost consciousness, Beatrice had one last thought.

“Mama… Mrs. Lady… Help Maggot-chan… re…”

In seven inches of cold, dark, wet earth, under a small rock about 13 grams in mass, little Beatrice, the thirteenth maggot, had found her grave prematurely.

Mrs. Lady headed back to the house, soaked in the rain. Behind her, the mudpit had sunken into the earth slightly, with tiny bubbles popping through the soaked soil. She stayed until there were no bubbles rising from the muddy depths. When she confirmed that all thirteen maggots were deceased and hidden away, she ran back towards the house.

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I ran back inside, soaking wet, with the box in my hands. Bella asked me why I was wet, and why she couldn’t hear the grubs.

After explaining that it had been raining and the maggots were taking a nap from their short time outside, Bella let me pass. Just wait until she realizes what has happened…

>>1296
MOAR!

>>1296
Boo! Hiss! Now that the good maggot is dead I've lost interest.

>>1296
Nice :)

Is there a third part?
Bella is one of those Jissou you just love to see get broken down ;)

1300 GET

This is my first story, I hope it stand up to what others have posted.

Another Jissou Day

It was a beautiful autumn day. The kind that just takes your cares away, makes you forget all the worrying things in life. There's no future or past, just here and now. That's the kind of day it was, so I figured I'd make the best of it and go for a walk. Watch as the leaves in the trees turn amber and crimson and be blown around by the occasional gust of wind. Truly, nothing could spoil this day.

“DESU~UUUuuUUuUUUU!”

I stand corrected. It was a beautiful autumn day. Now it was just another Jissou day.

Approaching the offending sound, I expected to see some neighborhood brats picking on a poor defenseless Jissou. Sure she probably deserved what ever torment they were visiting on her, but damn it couldn't they keep the thing quiet. All I wanted to do was put it out of it's misery and get on with the rest of my day, which was ruined. Then I rounded the corner.

“LEAVE ME ALONE DESU. I NO DO ANYTHING TO YOU DESU!”

“Shut up ugly stupid bald naked DESU! All Mr. Man hate you desu. When they find I get rid I get rid of you, I get candy and become pet desu.”

I feel sorry for whoever's yard was now spoiled by Jissou shit now. In the middle of someone's yard were two Jissou, obviously feral. And in case the comments made earlier by one of them, let's call her Little Bitch A, didn't make it clear, one of them was bald and naked. Clearly the most horrible thing in the world as far as she was concerned. To make matters worse, she felt that her vigilante action against her bald naked fellow Jissou, Little Bitch B from now on, would bring her praise and reward from any Mr. Man.

I can't speak for any of you, but it had the opposite effect on me.

So a lesson must be taught to two little bitches, one to not piss people off by screaming bloody murder and the other to not piss people off by making other Jissou scream bloody murder. But first I'd need protection. Approaching the two I pulled out a pair of latex gloves that I always carry on me (doesn't everyone?). I made sure that in putting them on to snap them loudly to catch LBA's attention.

“Mr. Man will love me so much for...” *SNAP* “DESU? What that desu?”

I suppose I'm rather intimidating standing over the scene. LBA had been standing with her back to me, holding her panties in one...stub would you call it? In her other....stub...she ineffectively had been holding up her dress so she could shit all over LBB's face. As though that's supposed to make a guy like me happy, just a big mess to clean up.

“Ah, just what I've always wanted,” I said with all the acting skills of an after school special. Hey, it doesn't take much to fool these brain dead monkeys. Arms spread, I reached down like Frankenstein at the mess of Jissou and shit. By this time Little Bitch A had become aware of my presence, abandoning her toilet to come running to me, shit trailing in her wake.

“MR. MAN HAS COME TO TAKE ME HOME DESU...desu?”

Oh how I wish I could have seen the look on her face as I stepped right over her, not even acknowledging she was there. I know it would have been the same drooling blank stare they always have, but it just would have been priceless. Meanwhile, the shit covered Jissou had become aware of the commotion going on. As it began to stand up and try to brush off the green gunk covering it face, I snatched it up off the lawn. The sudden lifting she didn't see coming caused her to empty her bowls, thank goodness for the gloves.

“A Jissouseki of my very own. Oh how I've always wanted one.”

The fat lump in my hands had finally caught her barrings. She looked at me, stub on cheek like the always do, as I hoisted her to eye level by the armpits.

“You want me to be your pet, Mr. Man desu?”

“I sure do.” I turned about and walked out of the front yard of the unlucky home owner. Ya, I'm not going to clean up this mess but I'll at least make sure no more Jissou sludge gets on his grass. “You're the one and only Jissou I've seen today so I've decided to take you home with me.”

I said that last part not for the Jissou in my hands but for the one on the ground. Little Bitch A had seen the whole thing and was hopping mad. Shit Mr. Man this and shit Mr. Man that, you know all the things they say when they feel ignored and wronged and what not. And I kept right on ignoring her as a walked right on by, her right at my heals.

“I will name you George. And I will love you and pet you and hug you and squeeze you and let you stay up late and feed you cookies and ice cream every day.”

“Really Mr. Man desu? I so happy desu!”

“SHIT HUMAN COME BACK AND TAKE ME DESU!!!! WHY WANT STUPID UGLY BALD DESU!?!?”

I stopped in my tracks. We were in the park now, having hiked a few blocks from where I found them. Little Bitch A was out of breath from running and screaming, not that I cared. There was a picnic table I sat Little Bitch B on, who was now looking scared that I had noticed she was bald and naked, as though I was blind.

“You're bald and naked,” I exclaimed as if I was a fucking idiot. “I can't have a bald and naked Jissou as a pet, it's ugly.” LBB went blue shitting herself, guess she was smart enough to put two and two together. I looked around melodramatically, finally resting my eyes on the fist Jissou. A fake smile crept over my face. It did exactly what I wanted it to do too, because I could see both Jissou were thinking the same thing: Mr. Man see the clothed Jissou and want to make her his pet instead.

I'm such an asshole to these creatures.

“What a lucky day, the answer to my problem.”

“MR. MAN HAS COME TO TAKE ME HOME DESU!”

Once again I reach down to Little Bitch A, only this time I really do pick her up. I turn to the horrified Jissou on the park bench, proudly showing her what I've found.

“Isn't this great George? I found you some clothes and hair!”

“Clothes and hair desu?” The two Little Bitches rang in chores. With one quick pluck I pulled off the front hair tuft of the Jissou in my hands.

“AAAAAAAARRRRRGGHGGGHGHGHRRHRHG!”

Then came her pig tails, each eliciting another blood curdling scream from LBA. I really hope I didn't ruin anyone else's peaceful walk, it would kind of defeat the purpose of what I was doing. However, I was making my new “pet's” day, as the pain caused to her former tormentor made her giggle and laugh. The clumps of scalp I set on the table as I then proceeded to disrobe the screaming, bleeding goblin. Her bonnet and booties were easy enough, her dress was a little harder to slip off though and she had lost her panties at some point between using “George's” face as a toilet and now. Casually I dropped the now naked and bald Jissou on her ass, breaking her hip in the process.

“Now lets get you dressed.” I pulled out a bottle of crazy glue that I always carry on me (doesn't everyone?) and set to work attaching the stolen hair to the head of Little Bitch B. Afterwards I had to help her put on her “new” clothes, god forbid she do it herself.

Dress and haired, she got up and twirled around in some disgusting dance. “Am I not beautiful, desu?”

“Word fail me.” A laps in my acting facade, but luckly she was too distracted and stupid and ended up taking it as a compliment. Suddenly she stopped and clutched her belly. After making a face she turned to me.

“I hungry, give food now desu.” What an attitude change. No thank you for the clothes and hair. Already making demands of me. But she was playing right into my little plans.

“Food is it. Okay” I reached down and picked up Little Bitch A, who had been trying to crawl away.

“Leave me alone desu. Mr. Man is mean desu.” But as usual, I ignored her existence as a living, thinking (and I use that term lightly) being. I unceremoniously dumped her on the table, leaving my “pet” Jissou with a confused look on her face. Next, I pulled out my bowie knife that I always carry on me (doesn't everyone?) and proceeded to slice off Little Bitch A's leg.

“DESU~UUUUU! IT HURTS DESU!”

I hand the leg stump to Little Bitch B. She looks at me, at Little Bitch A, at the stump in her stub, and back at Little Bitch A. Her fellow Jissou rolls back and forth bleeding and screaming about how much she hurts and you could just hear the gears inside her head spinning. Finally she bites into Little Bitch A's leg, ravenously devouring it.

“Delicious desu. Give me more desu!”

Just as planed. I start carving up Little Bitch A, with Little Bitch B gleefully watching all the agony she goes through. One by one I chop off her other leg, her arms, her ears and her tongue. And one by one they all go into my “pet's” stomach. Happily she rubs her tummy and belches satisfyingly. Then she looks at the quad amputated Jissou on the bench. Little Bitch A had stopped screaming but she was still alive and still in pain. She just lay there panting and occasionally twitching.

“More food, I still hungry desu,” screamed LBB. Gluttony thy name is Jissouseki. I could tell she was already full, but she wanted her former tormentor to suffer some more. But now I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction. With one swift slice I split the limbless Jissou from end to end. She spasmed once and then she was still. I reached in and pulled out the still warm innards.

“Here you go. Eat, eat, eat.”

“I not hungry now desu. We go to my home now desu.” HER HOME? Masquerade's over, time to finish this.

I make sure to give the most intimidating evil frown I can muster. My gaze was transfixed on her until her smugness turned into fear.

“You're not going to eat? You're NOT going to EAT? After I got you this food, YOU'RE NOT GOING TO EAT!?!”

“I sorry desu!” She was in tears now. “I will eat all the food desu.”

She took the guts from the dead Jissou and started feeding herself. Each bite more painful then the last. I kept carving chunks of meat from the body and handing it to her. When she couldn't eat fast enough, I started forcing it down her throat.

“No more, I *gag* full desu. Please *choke* stop Mr. Man *cough* desu.”

“Not until you eat every last bite”

The more meat I crammed down her maw, the more distended her belly became. Even when she shit herself it did little to relieve the pressure. Mouthful after mouthful I forced her to swallow her former bully. As I stuffed the last scraps of Jissou into her mouth, in looked like her belly was going to hold when suddenly.

*BLAUAGH*

Her gut split open like an overripe tomato. The half digested body of her former foe as well as her own guts split onto the picnic bench from under her dress. Little Bitch B began to...what's the technical term...freak out. She flailed her arms about and tried to scream, but all that came out was bubbling blood. Desperately she looked at me for help, but was met with cold indifference. As the life faded from her eyes I really do believe she thought that I would save her, even until the very end when she finally ceased to be.

Calmly I pulled out a large trash bag that I always carry on me (doesn't everyone?) and tried to get as much of the gore into it as possible. I left the rest to be cleaned up by whomever's job it is to do so and dumped the bag into a dumpster.

It was a beautiful autumn day. The kind that just takes your cares away, makes you forget all the worrying things in life.

>>1299
Oh hell yeah there's a third part.

>>1299

They're all ones you like to see broken down.

>>1295, >>1296, >>1300 All very well done =) WD, I always appreciate seeing your work on here. And welcome, Cid!

>>1301

*Eager*

Nice. I like all the new stuff! Wee!

>>1296

“Awww… Why so sad? Come on, I’ll help you put on a happy face.”

I immediately thought of the Joker's "Why so serious" line. A Jissou with a Glasgow smile.

Not about to just let this thread die.

WitchDoctor, I love you. Marry me?

Alright, /lit/. Should we start a /dis/ thread on the anatomy of jissou? Or is it better suited to in here?

Keep it here.

this is fucktarded this is fuck tard ed this is fucktarded this is fucktarded

>>1310

Projection much?

>>1311

Never fear. For he has been banned.

>>1300

Good one for your first story. Keep it up. We'd had a similar trick pulled on stripped vs clothed jissou before. But being fed to burst in a Se7en style was a great twist.

Banpu desu

omg. i read them all. sure, it took 4 days no sleep, and yeah, i've probably gone crazy. but now i got the late-comer-overload-effect. it's like when you go throu lots of stuff expecting more and it just ends...and u have 2 wait...but from wut i've seen it's sure as hellassballs worth it.

>>1315
Looking forward to it. As long as it's a little bit more coherent than your post. :-P

oh sorry I can only type a limited amount cause some reason i can only get to this site with psp. oh well i suck at writing this stuff anyway

>>1301

Take your time, but I'm posting here because I'm eager to see Bella's breakdown.

banpu desu

Running The Gauntlet: Part One

A large family of Jissou awoke inside the strange metal structure. They were surrounded on all sides by smooth, metallic walls which formed an impregnable barrier to their escape. The roof of the strange corridor was studded with small lights that cast an unnatural sheen over the walls, illuminating the entire passageway. The family consisted of one large mama, who was about one and a half feet tall, three children (about 6” tall) nine thumbs and twelve maggot-chans. The mama looked around herself apprehensively, checking that her family was safe and accounted for. Seeing and smelling a group that roughly resembled her brood, she set her attention towards her surroundings. She waddled over to each of the side walls in turn, giving them an experimental kick. When they did not budge, she turned to face the long expanse of space in front of her. The corridor stretched on further than she could see, due to the dazzling effect of the bright lights and reflective walls.

“S-scary, desu…” she mumbled to herself.

Her offspring began to stir as well, in a slowly swelling symphony of “Techi”s, “Rechi”s, “Refu”s and requests for belly rubs. Shrugging these chirps for attention aside, she began to lumber off along the hallway, one of her elder daughters in tow. As the mama made her way along the hall, she noticed a growing shape on the horizon : Squat, rotund and green.

“What is that, techi? Candy, Techi?” suggested the child.

“Other Jissous, deeee…”

The pair continued hesitantly along the hallway, towards the rapidly approaching Jissou. The Mama noticed that the Jissou at the end of the hall had a daughter with her too. As they drew closer, the mama grew more nervous, defecating heavily in her panties. The green slurry seeped out between her legs as she walked forward, leaving a vile green stain on the polished surface behind her. As she neared the imposing doppelganger, her tiny mind worked out what was going on.

“Us, desu!” She declared.

The child-Jissou slowly drew herself up to the highly reflective surface, and touched her reflected counterpart. As her paw made contact with the wall, she drew back slightly, still wary.

“Tepupupu… Stupid Jissou, desu.” Mocked the mother, before turning to face down the new hallway, revealed by the abrupt turn to the left. She considered this new direction cautiously, weighing up the change in circumstances in her head. She carefully announced the conclusions she had drawn.

“Mr Mens and Candy must be this way, Desu” she announced, with gravitas.

“Really, rechi? Candy and Mr Mens, rechi?” the child asked, joyously.

The mama turned and strode off down the shiny path, her flabby chest puffed out. As her daughter scampered after her, a wall, slid up behind them, sealing off the turn at the junction. The material was different to that of the walls, from this side it was like looking through a normal pane of glass, showing them the hallway behind them, except now the path branched off to the right. The two Jissou, however were too preoccupied with their quest for Candy and a home to look behind them and realise the way back was barred.

After about thirty seconds of waddling, the Jissou mama stopped and looked down at the floor, causing her daughter to crash into her back. The floor ahead was different. It was studded with hundreds of small holes, that bent and distorted the reflection of the two Jissous. Glancing upwards she spotted the same small openings on the ceiling of the passageway. The mama also looked from side to side, noticing a strange circular cut-out on either of the side walls. She remained still, wondering what to make of these bizarre new developments. Before she could devise another inspired theorem, however, her child darted away from her, down the passageway.

“Mr Mens and candies, rechi!! The mister mens will not want slow, stupid mama, rechi!” she squealed.

Enraged, her mother charged after her down the hall.

“Stupid shit child, desu! Mr Mens are mine!” she screamed, a large vein sowing in her chubby forehead.

She caught up with her child quickly, about midway along the strange section of the floor. She lunged forward and caught the hem of her daughters dress. The material ripped slightly due to the strain of the child running at full speed and the bulk of the mama pulling her back. Quickly though, the material caught the child mid-stride, tripping her forwards and slamming her into the floor. As her child lay dazed on the floor in front of her, the mama stood up, straightening herself to her full height. A small trickle of blood was visible from the face of her daughter, who had bitten off the tip of her tongue and broken several teeth in the fall. Before she could make any statement of victory however, several metal rods shot out of the ceiling towards the holes in the ceiling. They ploughed down and impaled the child’s arms , sticking her to the floor.

“TEDCHA!!! ITH PAINTH, RESHI!!!” the agonised child screamed through her ruined jaw.

She began to thrash around on the smooth floor, her blood rapidly seeping out of the numerous wounds on her arms. As a frenzy of pain took control, she violently twisted from side to side, causing the small puncture wounds to tear and elongate. This in turn made her spasms even more drastic, her frail, tormented body eventually finding the strength to tear all along each of her arms, the tattered shreds of her upper limbs flailing around the adamant metal rods. Her blood pumped freely over the mangled flesh, covering the shattered bone where one of the poles had continued its inexorable journey downwards via her radius and ulna.

Her mother had fallen backwards with shock as the skewer first pierced her daughter’s body. She now knelt, immobile and stunned in front of the screaming, howling, tormented creature that had, up until seconds before, been her child. She looked on mutely, while more skewers lanced down, impaling her daughters legs and shoulders, eliciting further screams, almost drowned by the blood pooling in the child’s mouth. As one, the spikes lifted up, hoisting the Jissou-child with them. As they retreated into the ceiling, the near-dead Jissou was pushed off the rods, crashing down the three feet from ceiling to floor.

The Jissou mama looked on helpless, as her child began its gruesome death-throws. Guttural, choking noises bubbled out of her mouth as her destroyed body twitched and shuddered, dousing the blight, shiny walls in blood. As a squirt of blood arced its way through the air, the Jissou mama instinctively ducked, but it was too late. The ruby-red blood caught her in the eye and brought on an immediate pregnancy. Agonised by birthing-pains, the mama stumbled to her feet, then fell straight back, her belly facing the deadly ceiling. Traumatised and despairing, the mama felt her stomach begin to swell, and frantically stared at the tiny apertures in the ceiling, knowing what would soon come.

One of the needle-like rods surged down, and impaled her through the stomach, piercing part of her massive womb. It started to pull out, dragging the flesh of her belly slowly with it. The rod had almost left her body when it plunged back in again, once again spearing her womb and developing young. It was joined by three more, which stabbed her sequentially, never leaving her body entirely, but turning her maggots and her womb to mincemeat. Inevitably, the remnants of the mama’s womb began to contract, and with indescribable agony, the mama began to birth her young.

An awful, bloody slurry began to seep its way out of her in lumpy clots. Partially developed and partially identifiable maggots joined lumps of her brutalised flesh on the floor of the chamber. The small holes acted like a sieve, draining off the blood and leaving the meaty chunks on plain, unobstructed display. Amazingly, one maggot had survived the DIY abortion, and shuffled its way over to the scraps of its sisters and mother. It greedily began to tuck in to the protein-rich meal.

“Tasty, refu!” the frail maggot exclaimed, and set about devouring its first meal.

The reflective walls of the hallway meant that the mama, now near-delirious with pain had a chance to observe the miraculous birth of her maggot. Through the choking fug of agony that filled her brain, a small ray of hope and joy emerged. Less than a second later, however, another set of cruel spikes shot into each of her shoulders, her knees and her tongue. The last stopped just short of her spine, spearing the large triangular muscle, but not ending her misery. The mama was trying to scream in agony, when a fresh hell burst into her mind.

The poles were heating up.

Within a minute, the metal rods were scorching hot, sealing and cauterising her wounds, preventing and further blood loss other than the slow seep from the walls of her womb and uterus. Her mind was lost in pain. Her pinned body was almost still, save for the slow pounding of her heart and the shaky rhythm of her breathing. As her body began to feverishly repair itself, the maggot, ravenous after its traumatic birth and with a taste for meat, turned towards the huge shape in the middle of the hall behind it. It smelt of cooking meat, and wasn’t moving too much or talking. Satisfied that it probably wasn’t a threat to her, the maggot inched forwards to taste-test the lump of meat. Amazingly it was the same as the meal she had just enjoyed and she began to happily munch away at her mother’s living flesh.

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In a large warehouse, an assembled crowd cheered their approval at the brilliant turn of events. From the other side of the enormous, two-way mirror, maze, they had seen the two Jissou meet their horrific fates with rabid approval. The huge, twisting structure was vastly elaborate, with various mechanisms designed to direct unsuspecting Jissou towards terrible fates.

The pin-cushion was an old favourite of the crowd, the returning trap to this maze. However, the skill and luck of the operator had taken them all by surprise, granting an execution that was unremittingly cruel and thoroughly deserved.

There were multiple paths through the maze, each of them ending in death. Two Jissou were down. It was a shame that the mama was one of the first to die, but there were still plenty more Jissou left.

The crowd were baying for blood, and the maze was sure to oblige.

END PART ONE

There, that's better. I've been writing tons of essays for Uni as of late, and I fancied something a little more... bloody.

If there's interest I'll post moar; there are still 23 Jissou in need of dispatching and I'm a terrible, horrible person.

>>1320
Nice :)

Definitely interested in seeing more. I like this whole "sinister maze full of lethal mechanical traps" scenario.

Could become a new form of entertainment. Place bets on how far they can make it through the maze before getting caught in something ;)

This thread is a year old. Think about it.

>>1320
Well-done. A little more fleshing out of the surroundings would be nice (the opening seemed a bit too abrupt), but you really nailed the description. Med school?

>>660
>>683
What happened to this one?
I kinda liked Jael :) Just my type.

Also is the Civ J thing pretty much dead now?

The old stories are good to read through again.

That one kinda flickered out and died.

Civ J is still kicking, but it won't be coming in for awhile. I promised fillers, but the both of us are running ragged from schoolwork and RL.

>>1325
Civ J isn't dead... just yet.

It's like something in cryosleep: it's not dead, just in a state of suspended animation until a designated point in the future, with that point being when I actually have time to write it.

>>1324
Ta. I wanted the opening to be a bit abrupt and disorientating as it would fit with the image of the maze I'm trying to push.

I'll try to write a few more, but at the moment I'm on a reading week and therefore incredibly lazy.

Also, no. Not med school, I'm just a sick fuck.

Also, cocks.

Bump so the thread doesn't die before I get a chance to finish the next submission