Mr. Man being Nice and His Horrible Ways: Day 1 by REd

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Today was a good day. I had gotten my paycheck, I had an entire day off. It had been a while since I had visited the park, to enjoy the fresh air, and the weather was quite pleasant for one. I found myself walking the entire length of the place several times. Tired, and happy, I perused an old newspaper and sat down at a bench. After half an hour or so, I dozed off.

I woke sometime later that afternoon to a number of chirps and coos near my left leg. Blinking in half-awoken confusion, I looked down. Before me were seven Jissouseki. One, obviously a mother, was lifting up her shirt to reveal two colored nipples, red and green to match her eyes and piss-soaked panties. Two children were busy sucking from the exposed tits, and another child sat on the mother's knee fed and happy, though very dirty.

One child however, was not fed and reduced to eating a large amount of semi-solid green slime flowing in bulk from her stained panties. I blinked in disgust. Personally, I have not had much interactions with jissouseki. Once I was accosted by a mother, who begged me to take her child home. I didn't, mainly because that child was already dead.

"You took my milk techu!"

"I waited like a good jissou, onee-!"

"I was first, techi! Me! I teach you lesson, techi!!"

On my left, under the bench, a jissou had begun striking her sister, who cowered and hid her face with a pair of tiny arms to fend the blows away, to little effect. I blinked and decided to intervene. Gently, I nudged the little jissou away from her cowering sibling, sending her falling to the ground and surprise and a loud squeal. The mother started and looked up in fright, "Please, don't hurt us, desu! Leave my children alone, desu! Take me instead!"

I was hurt, to think that she would think I would try to kill her poor kids. She paled as I picked up the crying jissou. The small jissou child was the size of a small sake cup, and almost as light. She hiccuped, not noticing me as I gently set her down onto the bench beside me. Wiping away her tears, she looked up just as I petted her little head gently.

She stared at me in surprise and instantly chirped happily, "Did you save me Mr. Man?"

I nod and glare at the small angry jissou child, continuing to pet the young jissou next to me. The Mother set her two sucking kids down and smoothed out her dirty dress, "Thank you, Mr. Man! Do you like my daughter, desu? Is she not cute?"

I nod absentmindedly, "Yes, she is very pretty. But she smells bad."

The mother looked at the daughter responsible and growled, flashing her red and green eyes angrily, "Bad jissou-Chan!"

The daughter cowered, loosening her bowels at the same time and dumping a large amount of shit, "I'm sorry, techa! Don't hurt me, Mama!"

The mother backhanded the child, bruising her and making an even large pile of green shit. I crinkle my eyebrows at this display of vilenece, feeling slightly sick now. The child wept loudly and begged, "Sorry! I'[m sorry, Mama! Please, techi!"

I stopped her from dying a painful death as the mother prepared to end her daughter's life by kicking the former into the air. I hadn't meant to, but the mother sailed like a football in the air and landed with a soft thump a meter away. Knocked unconscious, I was rewarded with a cry of gratitudfe from the recently abused jissou.

"Thank you Mr. Man," said the child gratefully, running up to my shoe and hugging it, "You protected me from Bad Mama! I must thank you, techi!"

Now being assaulted by two graeful jissou, one purring and clutching at my hand, the other huggin my shoe, it was only a matter of time before I was assaulted by the other jissou.

"You hit Mama!"

"You are bad man, techi!"

"Mama won't wake! Mr. Man killed her!"

The three ran forward, punching and kicking my other shoe with all their might. Their blows may as well been a blow of air for all it was worth. I didn't want to hurt them and let them get it out of their systems. After trying to attack me, they futilely attacked me with child-like names. After that failed to faze me, they started insulting the jissou who seemed to idolize me. I scooped the two siblings up and protected them by setting them onto the bench.

Reduced to screaming, crying wrecks, the worst came in the form of the badly bruised mother who apparently woke up from her flight. Wheezing, the now disabled jissou stumbled towards me, her harelip mouth growling. Scooping up her children in fury, she threw one of them as hard as she could at me. I caught the screaming frightened jissou with a hand, which left me with a handful of green poo. Angry that the living missile had not achieved its purpose, she hefted another one.

"MAMA! What are you doing, techi?" Bawled a jissou, before she was launched into the air. The jissou's aim was poor, and the poor thing flew past and over me into a tree. The three kids in my possession went pale blue and began gibbering incoherently. Even more enraged, the mother raised the last jissou, who promptly bit the stubby little fist gripping it. Shitting a literal mountain, the mother screamed in a mixture of anger and horror as she dropped her child to the ground.

"Help me Mr. Man! I'm sorry! Please, techi!"

I obliged and set her near her sisters, who huddled around each other in a group as they fearfully watched their enraged mother.

The mother looked very much like a monster now. Shit had stained her panties bib, and legs green. Blood filled her mouth, missing both teeth and a part of her tongue that she likely bit off in a fit of rage. Unable to express herself in words, she charged.

I reacted and picked up my legs, where she ran straight into the dirt.

The jissou kids next to me cried.

"Mama, stop, please!"

"You're scaring me Mama!"

"Stop, techi!"

"Mama!"

The jissouseki lost all control and leapt onto me, screaming incoherently. I struck the jissou in mid-jump, burying my fist in her stomach. Me and the jissou children watched as the mother fell to the ground, coughing and spitting out blood and vomit. Her face was covered in blood. Within seconds, her incoherent babbling of rage turned to shock as her belly bulged. Both eyes blinking red tears and blood, her weakened belly stretched. Combined with the stress of sudden pregnancy, the kicked, punched belly's skin split open as a few dozen maggots launched into the air.

I covered my face with my arms as it began raining freshly born jissouseki maggots.

After a torrent of 'Refu!', splattering sounds, and squeals, I opened my eyes.

The entire area around me was colored red and green. Surprisngly, I was spared the staining. The four kids next to me however were quite unwell.

Two had died of fright, their faces blue and panties expanded beyond capacity, permanently stained green.

One was quite still, her body crushed under a dying grub, her face filled with agony as she slowly died.

The last remained alive, holding onto a grub, and licking the slime off it's body. As soon as the face was cleaned off, it opened it's red and green eyes and barked, "Refu?"

I sighed. From a nice nap in the park, the day had turned into an unintentional bloodfest.

I looked down at the jissou-chan, and she looked up back at me.

She spoke first, "Can Maggot-Chan come home with us?"

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End Day 1

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Mr. Man being Nice and His Horrible Ways: Day 2

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After the fiasco at the park, I decided to help the surviving jissou at that little impromptu event. I couldn't take them home, no way. I felt sorry for those things, but I couldn't afford to have any pets. Of the six jissou and mother, only one child remained. The rest had died during the mother's inexplicable rampage after I prevented her from attacking one of her own daughter after she was caught beating up a sibling. The mother's death came during her knockout from my fist, blood from her toothless mouth had poured into her green eye, accidentally illiciting pregnancy in an instant.

Her stomach had been stretched taut and broke down. The mother died like a bomb, and most of the surviving children had died when grubs fell onto them like hail.

The other two currently lived in the backyard of my house. I gave them a small cardboard box that used to hold some of my books and papers from middle school. Inside were newspapers, a few old clean towels, a number of old plastic bowls, and edible plants and fruits from my garden.

"Thank you Mr. Man! You must be the best human ever," squeaked the jissou child, practically crying in happiness. They took to the box easily and lived well for the next month or so. I occasionally come out, mainly to take care of the garden. The jissous often come out to greet me whenever I find the time to sink my hands into the dirt. Sometimes they even help out. The grub had grown well, and was twice the size it had once been. It would grow into a child soon. The jissou child was larger and plumper as well. Her face was not as ugly as her mother's had been. Her clothes were also well taken care of and harelip not as pronounced.

One day, she knocked on the backdoor. I opened it to find her carrying a large pink frayed old purse, little Jissou-Chan clutching her skirt as they both looked up at me. "What is the matter," I had asked.

"I have taken your hospitality for too long, desu! I must take my leave," said the jissouseki nervously, "I cannot thank you enough, Mr. Man! Maggot-Chan has grown up, and is Jissou-Chan now! I must make a life for ourselves, desu! We cannot stay."

I agreed and let her out into the street.

Little did I know I would see her again the very next day...

End Day 2

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