Overprotective FifteenOverprotectiveFifteen“So... can I get you something to eat? I don't like to brag but I have an 'in' with the owner.” Luke tucked his wallet back into his jean pocket with a smile. I don't think he had yet to pick up on the fact that 1) I didn't care, 2) I wanted to go home and 3) I was still planning on reporting him to the No Hate Alliance.“Oh come on Maya,” Luke said again, leaving over the table for a moment. “I just told you some major news. Aren't you going to say anything?”“I told you. We're not going to have some kumbaya moment just because we both come from cross-species families.” I shook my head. “I want to go home, Luke. I promised Ronan was going to meet me at the park and I didn't show up. He's going to wonder where I am.”“I saw him.”“You... what?”“As I was... escorting you from the park,” Luke went on. “I
The Ultimate PotionBy grapehyacinth(Commission)(Animal/inanimate TFs, merging, melting, inflation, shrinking, and more)Caroline (from When Magic Takes Over, Where Science and Magic Meet, and The Melting Point of No Return gets her very own story....Caroline was not too happy to hear that she was on her own this weekend. Spending time with her friends Lexi and Gena had become customary on their free weekends. They would get together specifically to use different transformation serums from the Potion Place, a small store that specialized in them. Now that Gena, a scientist, had gotten together with Mr. Wintergreen, the owner of the shop, they had been coming up with all kinds of extraordi
Deep PocketsDeep Pockets“Hey, honey, look at these!”Gary turned away from the display of vintage postcards he’d been admiring and sought out his wife. A flash of red hair led him in the right direction, and he found her two stalls over. She was holding up what looked like a shallow cloth bag, perhaps three inches across and no more than that deep.“It’s a bag, Leona. So?”Leona put her hand into it, and pulled out her purse. It was the sort of purse that you could store phone-books in, and Gary was convinced that it was lead-lined due to the weight. The neck of the bag stretched a little as the purse emerged from it, then snapped back to its original size.“They’re selling bags of holding? Real ones? How much?”The cheerful woman behind the table named a price that made Gary hesitate, it was their entire flea-market budget for the whole day. Leona saw that look, and got an impish one of her own.
Overprotective FourteenOverprotectiveFourteen“Everything alright, Mr. Walters?”“Oh yeah... she's fine. Just fainted in the park.”“Are you sure? She looks so pale...”Chuckling rung over my head. “I'm afraid that's just her color.” Another laugh. “Don't worry, she'll come to soon.”“And you said she fainted in the park?”“Yup.”“Oh man... the poor thing. Is she not used to seeing giants?”“She's more used to it than many.”I blinked several times as the voices continued to talk over my head. I didn't recognize the one at all... but the other one... the male.“I'll make a fresh batch of coffee for when she wakes up,” the female said again.“That would be great, Viv. She's probably going to need it.”The woman giggled. “You're such a gentleman, Mr. Walters.”“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Luke?&
MicroMoveMicroMove“Thanks for coming over, Marty. You’re a life-saver. As always.”“No worries, Nancy. I’m always glad to help my prettiest neighbour.” “Bah. Now that I’m thirty, I don’t get those looks any more.”Marty shook his head, it was an old argument. He looked around Nancy’s bare apartment. “Where is everything?” Instead of the furniture that was usually in her living room, all he could see was a set of four silver poles arranged in a large square about where the couch used to be.Nancy gestured toward a small pile of white cubes next to one of the poles. “There. I need your hand bringing more boxes over to the cargo converter. We’ll need to move it later to do the bed, but it’s fiddly to align just right.”“Okay.” Marty looked into the kitchen, saw several boxes there, and brought one out.
Overprotective TwelveOverprotectiveTwelveThursday night. I guess I shouldn't have been surprised that Ronan basically ignored me for the past few days – save for someone pulling the fire alarm, I wasn't able to get within ten giant sized feet of him. He would look at me – smile and be curt and polite... but that was it. I knew I had blown it. I guessed my dad was right. If crushes were easy, they would be called something else.Isabelle frowned as we stood right in front of my house after another school day.“I can't believe you're actually going to let that prick get away with it,” she grumbled. “Why don't you just tell your dad what happened? I bet he can get you out of Saturday detention.”“I'm not tattling anymore,” I muttered. “It's not a big deal. It's five hours.”“But that sub...” Isabelle said softly. “What he said... it wasn't right.”“I didn't se
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