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tamingthemuseTitle: Tattoo
Fandom:Being human
Prompt: Transformation
Warnings: Nudity, sexual comments
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mitchell and Annie watch George transform than find something that doesn't belong.
The bones twisted and contorted under his flesh. A scream was dragged from his throat and was cut off as his insides started twisting. An audible crunch of bones against bones echoed in the room and he forced himself to watch with petty and understanding as kind brown eyes turned vicious and yellow. The soft features grew and stretched out hideously. Fur grew were silky skin had once laid ground and his fingers turned into paws with man killing claws at the tip of each and very one.
“Is he, is he going to be alright?” Annie whimpered having twisted herself and curled into Mitchell’s chest. She couldn’t watch, but he did. He watched every second. He did his best to comfort her, rubbing his hand through her hair and shushing her silently.
“Of course,” Mitchell told her watching as George struggled with his bounds. They had tried a new place, a cave in the distant hills and hand placed chains. It was working so far and Mitchell was glad. It was a good place to keep him and if he happened to get away, there was wildlife to keep him distracted. It was far enough away from town to keep him safe, but not far enough away that it was hard to do.
“Should we go home?” Annie asked staring up at him.
“Do you want to?” Mitchell asked having a hard time taking his eyes away from the beast that had taken up George’s space.
“It’s not home without George,” Annie told him and Mitchell had to agree. He brought out the blankets he’d brought just in case and arranged them around himself. He sat down and watched George silently, Annie resting her head on his shoulder the whole time. The sound of growls and howls became a roar in his mind and things slowly started to blue.
Somehow or another Mitchell found himself falling asleep. He woke up in the morning and found himself alone. He reached for Annie worrying the worst until he realized she was undead. He glanced around and found her standing over George’s naked body with her head tilted to the side.
“Annie,” he hissed over at her. She put her fingers to her lips and pointed down.
“Look at this,” she whispered.
“No, I’m not looking at his dick,” Mitchell said than she earnestly shushed him.
“No, no it’s his tat,” she told him and Mitchell raised a brow.
“He doesn’t have one,” Mitchell said being rather sure about that.
“Must be new. Now look,” she said motioning for him to come over.
He brought the covers over and did his best to be quiet. He stood over the other man and stared. His eyes got detoured to the other’s manhood, because how could you not? Honestly, he was aroused even. Than they went back to his hip bone were she was pointing. There were two pictures, each the size of a thumb. One was a little ghost and the other was a little bat. It was touching until George stirred.
“Dear god!” George said putting his hands around his genitals and scooting back, “You fucking perverts!”
“No, no it wasn’t like that,” Annie argued.
“We saw the tattoo,” Mitchell told him and George went even reader than groaned.
“I’d rather you were just looking at my cock. Least morning wood is easier to explain,” George said than closed his legs so he could put his face in his hands.
“Oh come on,” Mitchell said going over and putting his hand on the other’s shoulder and Annie came over, hugging him tightly.
“We think it’s sweet,” Annie told her.
“Guys! Guys!” George said staring at them in disgust.
“What?” Mitchell asked than hugged him, “Don’t like hugs now?”
“What part of morning wood don’t you understand?” he barked at them and they both let go.
“Oh,” they said in unison before they all started laughing.
Fandom:Being human
Prompt: Transformation
Warnings: Nudity, sexual comments
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Mitchell and Annie watch George transform than find something that doesn't belong.
The bones twisted and contorted under his flesh. A scream was dragged from his throat and was cut off as his insides started twisting. An audible crunch of bones against bones echoed in the room and he forced himself to watch with petty and understanding as kind brown eyes turned vicious and yellow. The soft features grew and stretched out hideously. Fur grew were silky skin had once laid ground and his fingers turned into paws with man killing claws at the tip of each and very one.
“Is he, is he going to be alright?” Annie whimpered having twisted herself and curled into Mitchell’s chest. She couldn’t watch, but he did. He watched every second. He did his best to comfort her, rubbing his hand through her hair and shushing her silently.
“Of course,” Mitchell told her watching as George struggled with his bounds. They had tried a new place, a cave in the distant hills and hand placed chains. It was working so far and Mitchell was glad. It was a good place to keep him and if he happened to get away, there was wildlife to keep him distracted. It was far enough away from town to keep him safe, but not far enough away that it was hard to do.
“Should we go home?” Annie asked staring up at him.
“Do you want to?” Mitchell asked having a hard time taking his eyes away from the beast that had taken up George’s space.
“It’s not home without George,” Annie told him and Mitchell had to agree. He brought out the blankets he’d brought just in case and arranged them around himself. He sat down and watched George silently, Annie resting her head on his shoulder the whole time. The sound of growls and howls became a roar in his mind and things slowly started to blue.
Somehow or another Mitchell found himself falling asleep. He woke up in the morning and found himself alone. He reached for Annie worrying the worst until he realized she was undead. He glanced around and found her standing over George’s naked body with her head tilted to the side.
“Annie,” he hissed over at her. She put her fingers to her lips and pointed down.
“Look at this,” she whispered.
“No, I’m not looking at his dick,” Mitchell said than she earnestly shushed him.
“No, no it’s his tat,” she told him and Mitchell raised a brow.
“He doesn’t have one,” Mitchell said being rather sure about that.
“Must be new. Now look,” she said motioning for him to come over.
He brought the covers over and did his best to be quiet. He stood over the other man and stared. His eyes got detoured to the other’s manhood, because how could you not? Honestly, he was aroused even. Than they went back to his hip bone were she was pointing. There were two pictures, each the size of a thumb. One was a little ghost and the other was a little bat. It was touching until George stirred.
“Dear god!” George said putting his hands around his genitals and scooting back, “You fucking perverts!”
“No, no it wasn’t like that,” Annie argued.
“We saw the tattoo,” Mitchell told him and George went even reader than groaned.
“I’d rather you were just looking at my cock. Least morning wood is easier to explain,” George said than closed his legs so he could put his face in his hands.
“Oh come on,” Mitchell said going over and putting his hand on the other’s shoulder and Annie came over, hugging him tightly.
“We think it’s sweet,” Annie told her.
“Guys! Guys!” George said staring at them in disgust.
“What?” Mitchell asked than hugged him, “Don’t like hugs now?”
“What part of morning wood don’t you understand?” he barked at them and they both let go.
“Oh,” they said in unison before they all started laughing.
