forum "Would you rather have wings, or an extra set of arms?" (Closed)

Started October 04, 2022 by @DancingWithMyDemons business

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Jenna grinned at Joy. "My level of respect for you just went up."

Ōn’nyosh scoffed,”Yeah, after you’ve twisted us into hideous little abominations of your own ‘god-like’ image, vomiting us everywhere. Fucking son of a bitch!”

“Well, maybe if you fought back like I’ve been trying to encourage you, Bitch Number One!”Ōn’nyosh snapped back at Joy.

Joy grins in Jenna's direction. "Thanks, but you already respected me."

"I am chained to the fucking table, dipshit. Trust me, I'd love to tear this mans throat apart, rip off his testicles and shove them in there, but sadly, that isn't fucking possible. One reason why? He has no balls, otherwise I'd be unbound."

“Must I repeat myself? You’re a woman! Use your body! You have more power and flexibility in your little toe than most men, as all females do! Go wild, woman!”Ōn’nyosh hissed.

“Though, I agree with you there. Wolf-Fucks-Shit has no balls,”he added with a laugh.

"When I said I'm tied down to the table, I meant it. You really think I can twist into a 4-dimensional fucking pretzel or Mrs. Fantastic my way out of this shit? I can barely lean over without my back cracking in 22 different places, shit-sniffer. Now shut up, or I'll tell this fucker to not only cut out your voicebox, but your tongue too!"

Six had to pause, as their antics made him laugh hard enough to shake his hands.
He got ahold of himself, not leaning into the unhinged laugh, nd went back to work.
"The restraints are for your protection. Wouldn't want you to move the wrong way and lose something actually valuable."
The irony was thick as he sliced away the last piece of skin, leaving this arm the same as the other one.

“You’d be surprised how many women I’ve met that would, at least, attempt escaping those restraints. If you fucking tried thinking, maybe you’d see that,”Ōn’nyosh snorted.

He glared evilly at Six.

“Well, Shit-Bags-Galore has a sick sense of humor, does he? Fucking prick. Maybe we can exchange jokes while we’re at it. It would probably be better entertainment than these humorless bitches,”he said.

"My protection? How can I be protected while your cutting my fucking arms apart? I know I volunteered, but for fucks sake, how slow can you possibly make this," Joy says, her tone clearly indicating she didn't care if he answered or not.

"If I tried to escape I'd lose more than just my fucking ski, I might lose the whole arm." she growls.

"And I'm not humourless. I think I'm pretty fucking funny."

“Oh, you poor fucking bitch. Too afraid to risk a limb to save your life. Where the fuck are you from, woman? Most of the women I’ve known have the balls to fight to the death,”Ōn’nyosh said.

“Well, you can’t tell a joke, that’s for damn sure,”he retorted.

Six smiled at her. "I've been doing my best to hurry, little one. But you needn't worry, this next bit can take hours."
He turned and picked up 2 small pieces of metal off the table, each about the size of a phone. He rested one on each of her shoulders, where the metal immediately flowed like liquid down her arms. It wasn't molten, but instead felt like billions of tiny bugs crawling over her arms.
Her nerves lit on fire as the nanites began biting at the exposed tendrils.
Six stepped away, watching for a moment. "Now we wait."

"I only have one life, I'm not wasting it just because some random fucker is telling me to." Joy growls.

She snarls and hisses through her teeth.

"Jesus fucking Christ allmighty-" she growls, eyes narrowing at Six.

“Ah, fuck ya then. Hey, Fuckhead with the snaggle teeth, ya never answered me on the joke sharin’ thing. How ‘bout it?”Ōn’nyosh asked. He was using a different accent, just because he could. He needed some new entertainment, because the current kind was just pissing him off more.

“Who the fuck is that? Another idiot god?”he blurted at Joy.

Ezra rocked back and forth as they talked. He was trying to look cracked while moving closer to the bars of his cage to inspect them. He already knew that if you were to touch them they would hurt you. He had yet to figure out why though, and if he knew that, he might be able to turn off, or atleast make them berable. He stopped moving when Joy cursed in pain. If he could just get out he could help her.
"Joy, Love, it's ok. It's ok, it's going to be ok Darling." He laughed again and continued rocking back and forth. Inching ever closer to the bars.

Six watched the nanites do their work for a moment, before turning and smiling at the Jester.
"Indeed, I would love to share jokes." He snaps his fingers, and the metal of On'nyosh's cage morphs quickly, the bars wrapping his legs and arms and holding him still in a crucifix position. A bar wraps around his chest, and one wraps around his forehead, holding him completely immobile other than his mouth, fingers and toes. "You first."
He glanced at Ezra and gave him a smile as well. "Make sure you're not touching the bars whe he tells this, you won't want to miss the punchline."

Ezra froze, turned his attention to the jester, and hid a small smile without moving any farther from the bars. Six had stopped him trying to touch the bars. It made Ezra wonder if it was easier to turn them off than he had expected. But that would have to wait. Right now, the Jester was telling jokes.

Ōn’nyosh yelped in surprise when he was wrapped up, then snickered.

“Oh, free my head and an arm, and we’ll be starting to have a good time. Bring in the ladies too. Never forget the ladies. They do always enjoy the ability to savor a man at their leisure,”he said, chuckling mischievously.

“Anyway, what do a wolf and a snake have in common? Where do they differ?”Ōn’nyosh asked casually.

(The ‘jokes’ are pure improv, so yeah…)

"They're both fucking idiots, that's what they have in common."

Ōn’nyosh laughed.

“That’s a good answer, and, admittedly, true. But, that’s not the answer I’m looking for. So… do you even have a name, Wolf-Fucks-Shit? Anyway, what’s your answer?”he asked.

Ezra stood up and moved to the side closest to Ōn'nyosh. "They both have tails?" He guessed. "They both have a twisted sense of humor?"

"I'm insanely sick of both of them, there's another answer. Also the fact that I'm just about ready to punch both of them in the face."

Six smiled at him delightedly. "Ah, a riddle. Fantastic." He thought for a moment, tapping his chin exaggeratedly. "Hmm, what could the answer possibly be?"
The next moment, he had shoved his hand into On'nyosh's mouth, the arm elongating into a tentacle, which slithered down his throat, and jabbed razor sharp claws into the tissues of his larynx. Six jerked his arm back out, and with a wet tearing sound, the Jester's voice box shredded as the claws ripped free of the flesh, leaving him voiceless and silent.
"Oh well. I guess we'll never know." Six said sadly.

"Oh thank god."

Erza gagged but was unable to tear away his eyes from Ōn'nyosh's neck. "Yo-you just…" He looked from Six to Ōn'nyosh and back to Six. "What?"

(Damn)
(Lol, Cinnamon!)

“Close, though I won’t say how,”Ōn’nyosh answered Ezra.

He watched Six, waiting. He had a sly grin on his face. He then snickered at Jenna.

He yelped as Six stole his larynx, then coughed and spat up blood. He then tried to yell a few curses, but he only end up wheezing and coughing. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep his horror from showing, but he somehow managed it. He then flashed Six an obscene gesture before gazing upward, ignoring everyone.

After a few minutes, Ōn’nyosh started to chuckle, though the only sound he made was wheezing. He then grinned at Six before mouthing something.

‘Do you love being poisoned, prick?’

Ōn’nyosh then chuckled some more. His saliva and blood were naturally venomous.

Jenna sat down on the floor, relieved that she didn't need to deal with Ōn’nyosh's taunts anymore. "Try calling me slow now, bitch."

Six had long since stopped looking at him, and was paying attention to the nanites forming up on Joy's limbs. They were in the process of hollowing out the bones in her arms, or what was left of them. From there, they'd move on to growing the metallic frame of her wings.